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loloalin · 1 year

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Prologue: Tales from the Dark Multiverse

Main characters: Raven, Zachary Zatara, Klarion (mentioned)

Words: 700+

Notes: I wrote this a long while ago but seeing a mutual's fics made me want to post this. I may consider updating this. Maybe.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

"I just want to-," Zachary started, remorsefully looking down at the despaired, broken, and caged empath.

"Leave," Raven demanded, keeping her eyes to the floor and body turned away from his direction.

"If I could just-"

"LEAVE! Leave me be Zachary! The last thing I want is to see, to hear from you," she spat out bitterly.

He sighed, resting his head against the barriers of her prison. "I know you're upset with me, but soon you will understand. I'm only doing what's right. What's best for you, for us, for everyone."

Raven finally turned to face the dark-haired mage, snarling at the sight of the monster she had once considered a friend. "How dare you. How dare you have the nerve to tell me that what you've done is right, is just. You betrayed me! You betrayed him! You betrayed us ALL!"

"I had to!" Zachary exclaimed, hitting the prison barriers. "I didn't want to but goddamnit Rae, I had to. He had to be stopped before he could cause more pain. He was bound to destroy everything in his path. And you were-" he paused abruptly, furrowing his brows, "-falling under his influence...I did what needed to be done."

She chuckled darkly, glinting at the man before her. "I'm one of the greatest empaths this multiverse has ever seen. I understood him. I knew him. So did the others. And till this day, I have no question, no doubt in my mind that he and I were saving this verse, not destroying it."

He crouched down, smiling sadly as he now turned his face to the ground. "But that's the problem Rae. You are so empathetic, so compassionate that sometimes you tend to look for and overemphasize the good over the bad in people. Your range for acceptance and forgiveness is so wide. You succeed greatly with helping many, but there are certain, deceptive beings that can take advantage of you and use you for their own agendas. Klarion was one of them."

Raven scoffed. "No, but you were. You are. I should've shunned you the moment I met you. I hate you," she growled, her voice threatening to crack at any given moment.

"And I love you," he stated, matching the intensity of her glare. "And that's why you're here, alive and safe where no one else can hurt you, can turn you into the demon that is Trigon. You're vulnerable Raven, I am protecting you."

"You're hurting me." Her voice broke, a tear escaping her eye. "And you hurt me more every second you stay here."

He wanted to say more, explain everything he possibly could, start to finish, justify all the ways in which he was right. But he knew she wouldn't listen. Not anymore. He stood up, resigned, and took one last look at the girl he loved more than anyone in his entire life.

"I'm sorry Rae. There was no other way. I can't lose you," and once again he affirmed, "I love you."

With those words, he vanished as quickly as he came, leaving Raven desolate once more. She finally cried.

How did things turn out this way? She drove herself mad, trying to piece together all that had transpired, that led to Zachary's betrayal, the dissolution of their group..their family, her capture, and Klarion...Klarion….she couldn't even bring herself to say it. She truly hadn't accepted it. That he was gone. Forever.

Eventually, the tears stopped falling, and all that remained was the harsh reality of her current circumstances. She couldn't stay here any longer. She needed to find a way out, and fast, but she had to be smart about it as well. Zachary, with Fate and Zatanna's help, constructed a seemingly impenetrable prison for her: she couldn't teleport or phase out, nor could her soul self. If that wasn't enough, the barriers prevented her from using any form of telekinesis, telepathy, or empathy on anyone who visited her, much less Zachary, Fate, and Zee.

But not all hope was lost. She was Raven, daughter of Arella and Trigon, born to excel against all odds and triumph in the end, even in a wretched place as the Dark Multiverse. Her team, the Nightforce's effort to save this verse would not go in vain. And that would be enough to keep her going, to keep her fighting. That would be enough.

#raven roth #raven #zachary zatara #klarion #raven imagine #dc #dc comics #night force #dark multiverse #teen titans #fanfic #raven fanfiction

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therisingsun777 · 1 year

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The Raven

It's impossible to describe it. All around you, a thousand emotions, all of the time. To begin with, I guess I'd have to say that, I never know how I felt, I mean, that's insane right? I could look at any person across the entire planet, and tell you how they feel right now; right down to the reason, the root cause. But I never knew me.

When I cried, I could never tell if the feelings were my own. Tears would fall out of my eyes, back at the age of five, and I wouldn't have someone leaning over my shoulder, asking why I was sad. They'd ask me who was feeling sad, who else it was. Until the age of thirteen, I didn't know that I was allowed to feel anything.

Happiness is horrible, it really is; the emotion is paralyzingly terrifying. I remember... It was my birthday, fifteenth; no one I wanted to showed up. A kid's supposed to feel sad about that, right? And I was, for a second. For one singular moment, I felt my own emotion. Then, then some kid across the street walked out with her mom, to go to the fair. Instantly I was blasted with the sheer power of her emotion. I wasn't allowed catharsis, or any sense of understanding. I tried explaining why I was sad, and instead of consolation, I was asked why I had as mile.

Everytime, it was implied that I should care more for others. Nobody ever said that I was allowed to care for myself.

#dc comics #dc raven #character study #raven teen titans #teen titans #raven fanfiction #dc fanfic #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #rising777post

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theshapeshifter100 · 2 years

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W+R: Flow and Wolf Part 2

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The instructor clapped for attention, the sound carrying through the field. “We are about to start sparring! Put your staffs away, get some armour on and I will split you into groups based on height!”

Flow followed the rest of the ten/eleven year olds to the basket to put back her training staff, then followed the small mob to the pile of brown chest, head, arm and leg pieces that made up the sparring armour. There was a crackle in the air, excited whispering and chattering. This was the first time they were going to apply their practice to a fight!

Wolf’s grey hair stood out in a group of blonde, red, black and brown, and it was currently bent down with everyone else, trying to find armour pieces that fit. Even after being a semi common sight in the village for that last five or so cycles of the seasons, it was hard not to stare a little.

Flow found some armour that fit her, tucking her thick, wavy, brown hair under the helmet with some difficulty. The padded armour made it difficult to move properly, but the instructor assured that they would get used to it.

Once everyone had been tied into the armour, the instructor scanned the group.

“Flow, Wolf, Mac, Rowan! You’re a four! Head to the end of the field!”

The four of them shuffled to the end as the instructor sorted out the rest of the group. They all knew each other, but not all of them ran in the same groups. Wolf was usually with the older children these days, and Mac and Rowan were just in a different set of friends.

They all nodded to each other, and waited for the instructor to finish. Wolf was already moving a little, bouncing on the balls of her feet and tapping her nails against the arm guard. The sound was both annoying and satisfying.

“Catch!” the instructor called, throwing padded sparring staffs to the groups. Flow’s nearly hit her in the face, and Rowan and Mac floundered to the catch theirs. Wolf caught it with one hand, and looked around like she was wondering how everyone else had failed to catch it.

“Pick a partner to spar with in your group! We will be rotating sparring partners every few rounds, so do not waste time thinking about it!”

Mac and Rowan immediately stood opposite each other, leaving Flow and Wolf to spar each other.

“You do know biting is not part of sparring?” Flow asked her, and Wolf raised an eyebrow.

“Aye,” Wolf hefted the padded staff, feeling its weight. “Is it truly necessary to pad us and the weapon?”

“They do not want to risk injury?” Flow shrugged. “It is harder to hold though.” Only the ends to properly padded, the middle leaving space to hold, but it still felt restricting.

“Ready positions!”

Flow and Wolf held their staffs out towards each other, shifting to longer stances and lifting onto the balls of their feet.

“Begin!”

Flow was first to launch forward, making Wolf block and dodge, then coming in for her own strike before Flow could follow. It became clear that Wolf was both strong and fast, but Flow was stronger.

As the instructor called “Time!” Flow shoved the butt of the staff into Wolf’s chest. Wolf staggered back and tripped over her own feet, sprawling on her back as the bout came to an end.

“Per-perhaps,” Wolf panted. “That is why the staff is padded too.”

Flow held a hand out to help her up, and Wolf took it.

“Reset!”

Wolf and Flow took their positions again.

“Begin!”

Wolf was even faster this time, not wanting to be knocked onto her back again. She suddenly lunged and Flow staggered back, something primal kicking in as she looked at Wolf’s face. She’d been so convinced that a real wolf lunging for her.

Wolf then managed to swing and knock Flow’s legs out from under her. Their bout paused for a moment as Wolf helped her up, and they continued from where they left off.

“Time!”

The two relaxed, breathing heavily and faces pink under the helmets.

“Everyone, move one person to the left!”

There was a bit of shuffling as everyone tried to work out exactly what they meant, but soon Flow was facing Rowan, and Wolf was facing Mac.

The next few fights weren’t as good. Flow initially had a hard time realising why, but soon put her finger on it. Neither Mac nor Rowan were as good. They weren’t bad by any means, but they lacked the ferocity of Wolf.

They apologised when they landed a hit, almost as though it was reflex, and their hits were soft, cautious. They’d been chasing and rough housing each other for years, why this change?

After everyone had fought everyone in their group, the instructor called to the end of sparring, and bid everyone to take their armour, put their staffs back, and start gentle walking to cool down.

Flow ended up walking behind Wolf, both of them looking like their hair hadn’t seen a comb for at least a week. For Wolf that might actually be true.

The session came to an end, and the children all wandered back to their homes, but Flow followed Wolf as she walked towards the edge of the Whispering Forest.

“Why are you following me?” Wolf asked, barely stopping.

“I think we should do our own sparring.”

That made Wolf stop, and she turned to face Flow, face creased and head tilted as she thought.

“…You were the best fighter in our group,” she said slowly.

“Exactly, and so were you! So, we should spar together!”

The corner of Wolf’s mouth lifted into a smile. “No biting?”

“No biting, obviously,” Flow rolled her eyes. “We could do it with proper staffs, without armour!”

“I think we should wait on that. We are new to this.”

“We will be fine!” Flow brushed off. “We are not babies! We can handle it!”

“I still believe we should wait, a little bit. We do not have our own staffs.”

“You live with Lowf! Make some!”

Wolf opened her mouth to counter, then closed it.

��…Only if you can find practice armour.”

“Deal!”

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They kept the staffs at Lowf’s hut, and Flow kept the armour in her room. She did have to ask the instructor in the end to borrow it, but the instructor was fine with it, as long as they brought it back for training.

A few months into this arrangement, the pair were dropping their staffs off a Lowf’s hut, taking their helmets off and shaking out their hair.

Lowf poked his head out of the hut, the smell of salt and herbs drifting out of the door.

“Would you two like a drink? It is rather warm out.”

It was summer now, with biting insects hovering over every body of water they could find and the days dragging on, while the heat only climbed.

“That would be lovely,” Wolf panted, tongue lolling like a wolf even as she sweated.

“Come in, it’s cooler inside.”

Flow had never been inside Lowf’s hut before, and jumped at the chance to look.

The hut was small, it seemed like there was barely enough room for two people, let alone three. To the right of the door was a small hearth and cooking pot, and Flow had to duck as she entered, as herbs and meat hung from the ceiling.

The hut itself was cluttered, with finished and half-finished carvings and their tools. There were plates and other utensils, carved from wood, scattered rather haphazardly. To the left was a pile of furs, while a basket of feathers and sticks hung just by a small window. A couple of packs sat under the window, one empty, one in the process of being packed.

The hearth was not lit, and the pot only filled with cool water, and Lowf was right, it was cooler in here, away from the sun.

Flow and Wolf found some space on the wooden floor, sipping their water. After a minute or so, Wolf flopped down, pressing her back against Flow’s side and drinking from there.

Flow looked down in surprise, half expecting to see a dog, or a wolf even, but Wolf was still human.

Even Lowf looked surprised. “Acting like a wolf without being one?”

“Too hot for fur,” Wolf grumbled.

“We can go to the River of the Diving Bird later if you want to cool off.”

“Yes!” Wolf popped back up again, making Lowf laugh and almost clashing heads with Flow.

“You would be welcome to join us,” Lowf added to Flow. “If your parents do not mind?”

“I can ask.”

“I would suggest that you finish your water first,” Lowf smiled warmly, his weather-beaten face crinkling and a leaf hanging from his curly, nut-brown hair and over his ear as though it were fixed there.

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The sun was still up, although finally beginning to set when the three of them reached the bank of the river. They found a section of bank that formed a pebbly, muddy shore and Wolf ran straight in, fur and tail flying.

Flow shielded her herself from the spray of water as Wolf jumped in, and Lowf laughed and shook his head. Flow then yelped as Lowf pushed her in.

Freezing cold water splashed up as she struggled to maintain her balance in the calf deep water, and she shrieked from the cold. It was then Lowf’s turn to yell as Wolf burst from the water and grabbed his sleeve with her fangs, dragging him down too. He lost his balance and fell onto hands and knees for a moment, water splashing up and completely soaking him.

“You asked for it!” Lowf roared as he pushed himself up. He plunged his hands into the water and splashing repeatedly at Wolf, who chuffed and yelped as she dodged each splash.

Flow got caught in the crossfire, and began to splash indiscriminately. Wolf, Lowf, the trees, everything got soaked.

Lowf was still laughing, and Flow joined in. Yaps and laughs came from Wolf as she changed form with every leap and dodge.

Finally they ran out of energy and trudged back to the bank, sheltering in the shade of the trees.

Wolf didn’t turn back to human right away, fur dripping and tongue lolling as she made her way up the bank. Lowf seemed unconcerned, but Flow found herself skittering away.

Wolf wasn’t full grown, still a young wolf with gangly limbs and scrappy coat, but her shoulder still came up to just below Flow’s chest. The fur was in a shorter summer coat, mostly grey and white, with brown mantle on the shoulders, streaking down the back towards the flank.

White tipped her muzzle and paws, and a solid grey ear flicked towards Flow as she walked towards Lowf. Once she was within range, she began to shake herself dry.

“WOLF!” Lowf tried to shield himself from the deluge. “Enough! Wolf!”

Wolf didn’t stop until she stopped dripping, sending Lowf a wolfish grin before flopping down onto the grass, panting. Lowf sighed heavily and ruffled her between the ears before collapsing under a tree.

Flow remained standing, still eyeing Wolf nervously. She was relaxed now, but… but she was a wolf. She hadn’t had that realisation for a while, but here it was again.

“You are safe,” Lowf assured, with a rather defeated tone, like he’d said that many times. “She will not harm you.”

Wolf let out a huff that sounded like a laugh and her tail thumped against the ground.

Flow cautiously sat down, still keeping Lowf between her and Wolf. Lowf and Wolf looked at each other, and another huff and chuff she stood up and flopped between Lowf and Flow.

Flow froze as Wolf rested her head on Lowf, but rested her back against Flow’s side.

She slowly began to relax as she realised that nothing was going to happen. Wolf’s tail swished and thumped against her foot, and the weight was comforting. Drying off in the warm, summer air, she began to feel safe. At peace.

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Sparring is an odd thing, it doesn't happen to everyone, but quite a lot of people, the first time they spar, with contact, they get nervous and apologetic about it. They're suddenly afraid of hurting you. It's just something that happens, and you grow out of it with practice. As for why they're doing this sparring? I assume it's a like a Warrior precursor, everyone gives it a go as a kid and they can walk away if it doesn't work for them.

@fairyofsomething suggested I start calling this the ACU, or Alaunus Cinematic Universe, and I'm down for that!

On another note

This was made with kaylink's wolf maker, which is one various sights like DollDivine and Azalea's Dress up Dolls www.azaleasdolls.com/animals/g…I'll never pretend I made this! A general idea of how I think Wolf looks in her Wolf form, the scar was never going to be entirely accurate, but there you go

#Wolf and Raven #Wolf #Flow #Lowf #Alaunus #The Island of Alaunus #Raven CBBC #Raven 2002 #Raven OC #Raven fanfic #Raven fanfiction #TheShapeshifter100 writes

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pociondeodio · 25 days

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going back to my old hobbies! (rotating adam parrish in my mind like a microwave)

#<-girl who's been reading so much pynch fanfiction #<-girl who is eyeing trb and wants to make bad choices #will i ever get over this book series #trc #the raven cycle #adam parrish #wip

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emomensimp · 2 years

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Matthew after having to deal everyday with his mopey wet cat emo boss 's bullsh*t

#matthew the raven #death of the endless #dream you pathetic lil emo man ily #dream of the endless #he needs a cig poor bird #dream sandman #morpheus #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus headcanons #morpheus sandman #death sandman #morpheus x reader #netflix sandman #neil gaiman sandman #the sandman x reader #the endless #the sandman

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clarissasbakery · 2 months

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2/3 VALENTINE’S DAY BATCH - BBRAE

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damianwayne0 · 3 months

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Y/n: Damian!

Damian: Yes beloved?

Y/n , putting on her shoe: I am going out ! Do u want something to eat !?

Damian, smirking : Yeah, you.

Y/n : ....*beep beep* *beep beep* Hey , Raven imma little sick, can we go out later? Thanks love ya~

Damian : I was kidding-

•The rest is unfortunately a history•

Raven: *sighs* I better get some nephews and nieces

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ravenelyx · 8 months

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Sebastian is the type to get random bursts of affection.

At the beginning of your relationship, he would suppress them, he'd be more reserved, scared to be too annoying, too clingy, too inadequate, too much. But eventually, he would relax — he would feel more at ease and gradually act on them more and more.

And one of his favourite activities is snuggling.

You could be sitting on the sofa, and he'd sit down too, and guide you between his legs, wrapping his arms around you from behind, and he would nuzzle your hair, your neck, your cheeks, eyes closed in bliss, and place very lazy kisses everywhere his lips can reach. Nuzzle, kiss, nuzzle, kiss, over and over again.

Or he would gently push you to lay down, and rest his head on your chest, face hidden in the crook of your neck so he can breathe in your perfume, lips brushing slightly on your skin, and he'd hug you like you're a giant pillow, and cuddle with you until he feels like he has fallen all over again. Because what's important to Sebastian is to feel you close, no matter how, no matter what.

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bbraefairy · 5 months

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time isn't real

the OG poster of this said that bb n cy got done so badly w the aging😩 😭

cr: ouchrightinthechildhood (ig)

#bbrae #teen titans #raven teen titans #beast boy and raven #beast boy #fanfiction #robin teen titans #starfire #cyborg #robstar #teen titans original series #teen titans 2003

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nocturnalchaos · 11 months

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JayRae Pregnancy Fanfic - Chapter 2

General Summary: Life was finally at a good place for Raven. She and her longtime boyfriend, Jason Todd aka Red Hood, had created a comfortable routine and were both happy with their relationship. However, Raven has unexpectedly become pregnant and it feels like the world has decided to empty a dump truck of problems onto her head.

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To view the previous chapter please follow the link below:

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(Author’s Note: This fanfic draws a lot of inspiration from BluBooThalassophile’s Hopes For A Bastard Universe, Xaphrin, and other JayRae fanfics. In this fanfic, I have altered a lot of Jason’s storyline after the “Under The Red Hood” story arc. Also, Trigon’s sealed state does not allow for him to initiate contact with Raven or anyone outside of his gem prison. And, finally, in this fanfic Raven is a bit more expressive in this story. This is because she is no longer a teenager who is still getting a handle on her abilities and emotions or affected by teenage hormones plus Trigon has been sealed for about a decade now.)

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Chapter 2

“You know he prefers being called my former mentor,” was her immediate response. Even though she silently agreed with his label of her and John Constantine’s relationship.

“True. But he would probably prefer being called your surrogate father over my personal preference of Magic Dude.” Jason stated this fact with a smart-ass grin on his face. Keeping her face blank, Raven didn’t reply to this comment as she knew he was correct on this matter. Best not to feed his asshole tendencies.

Still standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island from Jason. She put her hands on her yoga clad hips and blandly asked, “Couch or reading nook?”

“Couch.” Jason replied as he straightened up from his bent position. Ace, who had been sitting attentively next to Jason got up on all four paws. Ready to follow his person with casual alertness.

Raven deduced that Jason was in the mood to talk because when he went with her to the reading nook they usually just read or worked silently.

Raven walked around the kitchen island and towards the doorway of the TV room where the comfy black leather couch was located. As she walked past Jason, he fell into step beside her and gently put an arm around her waist as they walked towards their destination.

Looking back she checked that Ace was following them.

As the three of them approached the couch, Raven confessed to Jason. “Personally, I would have much preferred to have John Constantine as my father to Trigon,” she stated softly as she sat down on the couch. “Even if he tends to be an asshole.”

“Yeah… I can understand that.” Jason said this as he also sat down on the couch next to her. A complicated expression crossed Jason’s face. A mix of hurt, frustration, longing, and love came at Raven from Jason.

As they situated themselves on the couch, Ace sat down in his dog bed nearby. Raven curled into Jason’s warmth and tucked herself under his muscled arm. She pondered Jason’s situation and her own.

Raven thought that he must be considering his own paternal figures based on the emotions coming off of him.

While not quite the dumpster fire that was her family, his was by no means the Brady Bunch. He not only had the Bat Family, which was led by a man who didn’t do emotions well- to put it nicely. But, also a deceased biological father who was a criminal that had died while in prison. Which left Jason on the streets where he only ate when he stole. That didn’t even touch the emotional bombshell that was his maternal figures.

As far as fathers went, Trigon the Terrible lived up to his title. Trigon was not just a demon, which is bad enough as far as the parental lottery goes. He was also a conqueror of worlds and ruler of his own extra dimensional Hell. And while John Constantine was not amongst the best examples of humanity. (The man was a con artist, occult detective, chain smoker, magical grump, former punk musician, and a perpetual asshole.) In terms of possible parental figures in Raven’s life, at least he would have been a more positive influence on her life than Trigon.

“Hey, you never answered my question.” Jason said as he looked down at her.

“Which one?”

Jason let out a snort and then asked. “Have you seen Constantine lately?”

“Ah. That one,” Raven dryly answered. “Let me think…”

After crossing her arms and resting her head back onto his shoulder, she calmly stated, “Hmm. I don’t know. … he could either be on a really bad bender or a bad case. With him either option is likely.” Raven then went on to mutter, “ … I just hope he isn’t back together with Zatana.”

“Why-oh yeah… bad history.”

John Constantine had entered her life nearly six years ago. She had been around 20 years old at the time. While still with the Teen Titans, she and everyone else on the team had started pursuing their own interests. By that time, Nightwing and Cyborg had left the team entirely. Starfire had taken over the team as more of a mentorship program and Beast Boy (now Changling) was assisting her with that role.

Feeling rudderless, she fell deeper into her passion for learning magic and reading books. When she went to Constantine, initially, she came seeking information about demonic magic and the magic of this world. By that time, she felt that she had learned as much as she could from the books that she could gain access to. Previous interactions with the light magical community had taught her not to seek out people like Zatana and Doctor Fate. They would never help her in any way much less educate her. They made it a point to actively discriminate against her due entirely to her heritage and not her actions.

Knowing of John Constantine by reputation, she felt he was a good candidate to learn from. However, after her initial meeting with the man ended with her being roped into Constantine’s latest disaster. Somehow, by the time the disaster was averted, she ended up making a deal with the man. She would learn from him as his apprentice and, in return, assisted him with his latest investigations for 4 years. By the end of the third year of knowing the man, she had become an unofficial member of the Justice League Dark and moved into the House of Mystery. At that point, they had gotten somewhat close and developed a more familial bond. Although, she suspected that John saw himself more as her uncle than any parental figure.

Interrupting her thoughts, Jason said, “Hey. Leave the brooding to the Bats. They’ve-er we’ve got it down to a science.”

Leaning over. He planted a soft kiss on her furrowed forehead. His scent of leather, sandalwood, and cigarettes filled her nose.

“Hey, why are you asking about Constantine?” Raven inquired.

His previously annoyed mood was mostly forgotten at this point. Now, a wave of determination and a sliver of his ever ready anger came off of Jason.

His face hardened as he leaned back on the couch and stared off into space.“Actually, I need to talk with him about a project I’m working on.” Jason stated.

“Oh? Which one?”

“The one dealing with confiscated items in Gotham’s prisons being sold at underground auctions.”

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Please let me know what you think in the comments or reblog. If there are any grammatical errors or constructive criticisms please feel free to let me know. Your comments and likes are appreciated and what motivate me to continue posting and writing. Also, this is my first fanfic. Please be kind.

P.s. I’m still don’t have a title for the fanfic yet.

P.P.S. I have been continuously been making small edits to these chapters as I spot them so please keep that in mind when you read the typos and changes in the reblogs

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circeyoru · 2 months

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The Raven’s Deer

[Alastor x Zestial’s Little sibling!Reader]

Part 1 (here) — Part 2

Zestial speaks in [archaic dialect redolent of early modern English], so something like Shakespearean English and you speak that same

Where as Zestial is a bat-like demon, you’re a raven demon with two pairs of retractable black feathered wings on your back. Your appearance was similar to that of an angel, but it was more of a mocking to them since you have an inky substance that would float around you

Different to Zestial who instills fear with just a look and/or his appearance, you tone it down and is arguably the more approachable of the two. Though others can’t see this as a free pass to bully you as you were more prone to violence than Zestial too

You do speak ‘funny’ as the modern sinners would whisper and sometimes try to instantly translate your words with their phones, especially those that were unlucky enough to meet your shopping requirements. But you can speak ‘normally’ in a way that everyone understands. You just don’t to watch them struggle more

Your big brother and you rule over your batch of souls in a small district that you two share and guard, your brother overseeing a mansion while you oversee the surrounding forest. Your people were your silent servants with powers that were useful to you and have signed contracts with you, soul-binding or otherwise

Being as old (do NOT use that word since you died young) ancient as you were, you’ve seen your fair share of the rise and fall of overlords. Though not one as interesting as Alastor. At first, you were merely enjoying some wine while you read whatever was in your collection. Then you heard screams of agony and pain in your room. You were positive there was no one being tortured at the moment, so where did it come from?

The radio had come to life on a shelve of yours. You twitched your fingers, bringing the radio closer to you, the screams were indeed from the device before you. But you never turned it on and this was the first time you heard such music. You left it playing to see when it would stop, to your delight, it never did

Well, until the culprit behind such an act came forward. The screams died down a bit, but not entirely gone as he made his name known. “Greetings, sinners and demons of Hell! I am Alastor, The Radio Demon!”

“Fitting.” You mumbled out as you listened, from then on, you’d leave the radio playing. Sometimes Alastor was hosting and other times it was those screams. You even talked about it with Zestial, expressing your fascination to this new demon

Your older brother, growing curious and intrigued, asked for Carmilla to host a meeting to see who were still surviving. As luck would have it, it was the day after the extermination. The pair of you were positive Alastor had been safe and alive since he was having a wonderful time broadcasting, all the while Carmilla, Zestial, and you listened and done your own activities in your safe underground room deep within the forest

Your ravens had been the ones to collect the angelic weapons for Carmilla to experiment and create her weapons, even perfecting her fighting style. Since you were more physical and violent than Zestial, you happily trained with Carmilla, even helping her. In exchange, she made sure your wings were even deadier than before, now having angelic coat. Your wings were your weapons

The meeting was uneventful to say the least, Zestial and you didn’t need it to see what Overlord was alive since Zestial could name every demon behind the scream on the radio. See, he was the one with more information and a nack for those things. The pair of you really do complete each other

What caught your interest (and maybe slight fancy) was Alastor. You and Zestial arrived right behind Carmilla and took your seats side by side, ignoring all the Overlords you passed by. Their aura and presence were lacking to say the least, it was no wonder Alastor could overthrow these bunch. You noticed Husk and Niffty missing though

The formal meeting between you and alastor came only when you were delivering some demon bodies to Cannibal Town. You dropped by where Rosie would be without checking if she had company, so you made quite an impression

Alastor blinked with his head tilted as Rosie suddenly got up from her seat and opened one of the bigger windows. Then you appeared, your wings undercovering from the cocoon you wrapped yourself around to enter through the window without breaking it. “Oh, so nice to see you!” Rosie hugged you, careful to avoid your wings even after you shifting it away from her. You returned the sentiment. “I always told you there’s no need to drop bodies for my people.”

“T wast a valorous way to ex’rcise. (It was a good way to exercise)” You waved it off. “Thy people w’re joyous to seeth me anyways, so I’m m’re than joyous to giveth those folk a valorous meal. (Your people were happy to see me anyways, so I’m more than happy to give them a good meal)”

“Oh, where are my manners? Here, allow me to introduce you to our rising Overlord friend.” Rosie guided you over to where Alastor was seat, he immediately got up when you neared. “This is Alastor, The Radio Demon, I’m should you’ve heard. And this is The Nightmare Raven.”

“Quite a pleasure to be meeting such a legend, I’ve heard tales of you!” Alastor bowed a bit, then taking your hand to kiss it. “Never in my weirdest dreams would I think we’d be meeting so causally, my dear.”

“Charm’d I’m sure. It’s a pleasure to beest meeting thee as well. Thy radio did broadcast given thee quite the nameth, broth’r and I has’t been listening and wast ent’rtain’d. (Charmed I’m sure. It’s a pleasure to be meeting you as well. Your radio broadcast given you quite the name, brother and I have been listening and was entertained)” You smiled back

Turns out, you and Alastor hit it off quite well and enjoyed your time well enough that Alastor started acting more intimate behind closed doors. A relationship even Zestial didn’t mind but he sure as hell threatened Alastor a bad time if your heart was broken in any way, shape, or form. Alastor swore, “I’d never leave such a beauty and terror alone. Why, I’d think your lovely sibling is worthy of all things!”

LIAR

The first year of his disappearance, you thought he was busy with a human contract up above. But there was none. The second year, you thought he was perhaps taking a break from interacting with you since you were a bit more clingy than he’d like. The third year, you thought an exterminator got to him. The fourth year, you accepted his disappearance and broke down. The fifth year, you were suddenly active when you caught wind that Husk and Niffty were alive but still bound by contracts, you searched high and low, but no Alastor. Not even his radio played new screams. The sixth year, Zestial comforted you and suggested you drop your interest in Alastor. The seventh year, you locked yourself in your forest. Only leaving and observing the city by your ravens

Alastor flinched when Zestial spoke of you, he eyed the raven on the ancient Overlord’s shoulder, it was on the side away from him, so he was a bit grateful. Perhaps it was a luck thing that you weren’t joining the meeting and Zestial came in your place with the raven. He did feel a shiver when Zestial spoke of your state, how you were not yourself and more drawn back and distant

He honestly never expected to leave for so long. 7 years, 7 exterminations. The times after the two of you met, both of you were tolerant of the other under your shared interest and use of the other. It was merely beneficial, like business partners. Yet he found himself more adaored by you as time passed. He had planned to confess and solidify the relationship between you two, but then came his disappearance

“May I see the darling?” Alastor asked, begged. He needed to make things right

Before Zestial could answer, or perhaps he was waiting for your cue, the raven on his shoulder screamed loudly, motioning its head as if to peck at Alastor. Then came Zestial’s cold tone, different from the previous carefree one when he greeted Alastor. “I believeth mine own sibling hast nay w’rds ‘r timeth to spareth f’r thee, Alastor. (I believe my sibling has no words or time to spare for you, Alastor)”

Note: Yes. I took a break from the requests. But you can still send your ideas for me to write. It's just taking time for me to come up with ideas on how to write it~ I love reading and writing some of your interesting and silly ideas~ Keep them coming!

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Okay but given that crows are ready to Throw Down with eagles at the slightest opportunity, I have to know- 1) are there crows in the Seireitei and 2) how much of their Daily Enrichment is causing problems for the 11th Division on purpose?

There absolutely are crows and jays and even ravens in the Seireitei and very nearly all of their daily enrichment is causing some level of mayhem at every division of the Gotei-13,

...except the 11th.

See, Zaraki has the distinct advantage over most eagles in that he is also a human, with a canny eye for social dynamics, and he's worked out a deal with the local corvids. He noticed the pair of ravens on the roof of the 11th the first afternoon he was there, made a note of them, carefully folded it up, and put it in his mental back pocket for later.

The ravens didn't actually notice him that much on the first day because there was an entire bisected corpse of the former Kenpachi and the medics were delayed in retrieving it for some reason so that meant lungs and liver and a spleen and gallbladder and a special course of freshly exposed brains before an eyeball each for dessert while some poor wretch from the 4th completely failed to chase them off with a broom. They did very much notice him in the middle of the afternoon on the second day, when he returned from the early morning captain's meeting they had slept through, on account of yesterday's food coma. -But even still sluggish with guts full of guts, they still sat up and took notice of a man wearing, loud, shiny and extremely steal-able BELLS.

A-ho, A-ho! Called the first raven from the middle boughs of the pine in the courtyard as the new Kenpachi sat down on the porch that surrounded the small and rather pathetic little garden, sighing deeply. What's this that jingle-jangles in like a jester and sighs and settles like a corpse at the bottom of a lake?

A great way for your mate to lose her beak if she gets any closer. He growled back, and the raven on the roof behind him startled, flapping away out of his blade's reach.

A-joke! A-joke! Don't hiss and rattle so! She huffed, joining her wife on the pine and ruffling her feathers.

It might be amusing sport on another day, but I have no humor to speak of. He clattered, turning his patch-covered eye to them in apology. I have suffered a bereavement.

A-no! A-no! Who is it who has died? Asked the first raven.

One who granted me the knowledge of letters, and further so, the wisdom of tales- in telling, and moreso in listening. Thrice blessed by her I was, and only now do I learn of her demise, fifty years too late. He explained, rubbing his temples and shaking his head, trying to soothe himself.

A-woe! A-woe! cooed the second raven in agreement. Any who teaches is a living saint, and their passing the most terrible loss.

A-woe, A-woe! the first raven cooed in sympathy. She didn't leave clutch or wife for you to look after?

She had a husband, but I do not know his name, and he is apparently deceased as well. The Kenpachi frowned. Her brother yet lives- he is my colleague even, and how I learned of this. A wretched way to meet someone she spoke so highly of- but you are right, he needs looking after. He is... unwell, and was never thriving to begin with, but the same sort of saint of words as she, and much braver than his body should allow. Of course, I will look after him for her, as is right.

A-woe, A-woe- A wretched meeting but the right and honorable thing to do. Nodded the second raven.

A-woe, A-woe, but this is not the source of your miserable sighing? asked the first. No, his care does not worry me- The Kenpachi shook his head, folding a leg up and resting his elbow on it and his cheek on his hand in turn. It's that I am left to wonder- If I had known sooner, or even before this catastrophe, if there was something I might have done. But you are interesting company so I will divert myself from useless morose- what do you call yourselves, carrion queens that live beneath my roof?

I am Mun-Yin! Declared the second raven, that spoke only in statements.

If she is Mun-Yin, might I then be Hau-Yin? Asked the first, who spoke only in questions.

You might. The Kenpachi nodded.

A-so? A-so? Who might you be that wears the shredded rags of a dead man like a pauper, but speaks with the grace of a prince? Hau-Yin asked, hopping from the pine to a closer boulder, cocking her head at him.

A-ho! A-ho! It may be your house that supports our nest, but we live above your roof, not under it! Mun-Yin laughed, hopping closer as well.

I am Zaraki Kenpachi, Captain of the 11th division! He smirked at the birds who rolled their eyes at him.

A-no! A-no! Pouted Mun-Yin We didn't ask for your NAME!

A-no! A-no! Sulked Hau-Yin Who ARE you?

The Kenpachi regarded them for a moment, then lifted his head from his hand and leaned forward, a conspiratorial grin on his face. Would you like to know a secret?

A-yo! A-yo! We love a secret! Said Mun-Yin, bouncing in excitement.

A-yo! A-yo! Do we not spend all day learning all the secrets of the city? Giggled Hau-Yin.

Then I will offer you a trade- The Kenpachi grinned, beckoning then closer. -I'll tell you who I am if you promise to leave my hair-bells alone.

Hmmm... the ravens considered, then shook their heads.

A-low, A-low, those are some very shiny jingle-jangle bells, and that's but one measly little secret. frowned Mun-Yin

A-low, A-low- Agreed Hau-Yin. That's not much of a trade is it?

On the contrary, it's a very good secret! Maybe the best secret in all of the Seireitei! The Kenpachi wagged his finger at them. Nobody knows it but me and my daughter, so it's very exclusive! And the risk is all on my end- some secrets are dangerous to know, but in this case, it would grant you great advantage- it would be DEEPLY embarrassing for me if any of the humans -and whatever Komamura is- were to find out.

Hmmm... the birds considered again, and nodded this time.

A-Quo! A-Quo! Very Exclusive and Deeply Embarrassing Secrets are The Best! We will take very good trade! Agreed Mun-Yin

A-Show! A-Show! Who are you, that we will leave your bells alone? asked Hau-Yin, hopping closer and bowing her head, looking up at him with a mischievously glittering eye.

I am Zaraki Kenpachi, Captain of The Eleventh Division, Father of Yachiru, Great Sword Bastard of the North 80th District, and most relevant to you- Youngest and Most Beloved Son of She Who Rules The Sky.

The ravens stared blankly at him for a moment.

What that fuck? Asked Hau-Yin.

Didn't realize we were speaking to ROYALTY. Muttered Mun-Yin

See? It's a VERY good secret! The Prince Kenpachi grinned, leaning back and lounging a bit- someone like him could make even a bare wooden porch look like a throne. -Also, you see how you DO SO live under my roof! He added, pointing up at the clouds.

The ravens shuffled a bit nervously, reconsidering him.

A-so? A-so? Hau-Yin asked, cautiously, shuffling a sideways to him.-How does Your Highness come to be a Shinigami then?

A-so! A-so! nodded Mun-Yin. Your Highness and We alike are strange enough birds for taking Names, but to take a JOB is unheard of!

It has it's benefits... The Prince Kenpachi shrugged. Alas, I may be Her Majesty's Son, but I did not inherit my mother's wings and guts, so I cannot live on the wind and whatever I might find by the roadside alone. Still- like a Name, a Job both restricts and offers opportunity- I am bound by duty, but I also am gifted a dry and sturdy nest and all the meat I may eat in exchange. And better still- My daughter now has her choice of tutors and scholars to learn greater Wisdom than I ever will.

A-sow! A-sow! Mun-Yin considered. You do reap well in that exchange!

A-though, A-though- considered Hau-Yin. Would you have the chance to reap in such fashion had you the wings of your mother? Are you perhaps Blessed in strange Human fashion?

The Prince Kenpachi laughed. Perhaps I am! Perhaps you may be even more blessed than I- you have wings and carrion-guts, but you are not bereft! I can offer you similar employment, if you should find it agreeable.

A-ho! A-ho! You are in a fine humor now, My Prince! Chirped Mun-Yin.

A-ho! A-ho! What is this Job you have in mind for the like of us? Asked Hau-Yin, intrigued.

I am in much better humor now, thanks to you both. The Prince agreed, offering Hau-Yin an outstretched hand and patting his knee to indicate Mun-Yin should join him too. There is naught you may do against death, but you may yet ease my bereavement- I am am saddened by the loss of my friend, but it's the lateness of the news that worries me. You say you spend all day learning the secrets of the Seireitei, and that you greatly desire Shiny Jingle-jangle bells?

A-so! A-so! Mun-Yin bobbed excitedly, hopping onto The Prince's hand. All over, all over from the high pillars of the execution grounds to the lowest grates where the sewers open up, we fly all over all over My Wife and I! And we see and we hear and we remember all the secrets of the city!

A-stow? A-Stow? You poses yet more shiny shiny bells? Hau-Yin clicked with interest, hopping onto his knee.

I happen to have two such golden bells, even bigger and louder than these, and will happily give them to you- with a Doll's shiny ribbon so you may wear them if you so desire- and other shiny and noisy things as I find them, if you tell to me all the secrets of the Seireitei.

Hmmm... the ravens considered.

A-yo, A-yo- It is a good deal. Nodded Mun-Yin. -But sometimes the winter is cold or the pickings are lean, and there is only so much comfort a shiny jingle-jangle brings when it is so.

A-yo, A-yo- Agreed Hau-Yin. Maybe sometimes a secret is worth a night out of the storm or a scrap of meat instead?

You are both very wise. The Prince Kenpachi nodded and the ravens preened with the praise. I am amenable- The ribbon-bells for all the secrets you know right now, and we can work out what payment is best in the future, when you discover more secrets for me?

A-Yo! A-Yo! crowed Mun-Yin, flapping with excitement. Your Highness is as generous as he is wise!

More, I hope! Laughed The Prince Kenpachi. I promise, I am a colossal fool!

A-Yo! A-Yo! crowed Hau-Yin What secrets would you like to know first? And may I have a Pink Ribbon?

I would like to know all you know about- hm, that's a tricky question actually.- There are so many things I wish to know! He considered, rubbing his chin, then jumped to his feet, making them hop, an Ancient Bird Game. Let me go get your ribbon-bells first, and make up my mind!

A-ho! A-ho! the Ravens laughed, hopping down the hall after him.

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"Hey Boss, I found the payroll forms but fuck me if I can make heads or tails of- what's wrong?" Ikkaku called out as he came into the courtyard half an hour later, only to find Yumichika standing in the doorway, frowning pensively with his hand over his mouth.

"I'm not sure anything is wrong, per se-" Sighed Yumichika, waving at the scene before him.

Zaraki was seated on one of the boulders in the courtyard, delicately fastening one of Yachiru's shiny pink hair ribbons around the neck of an exceptionally smug-looking raven in an elaborate bow with a large golden bell in the middle. A similarly adorned Raven perched upon his shoulder, chattering excitedly between fondly preening where his eyepatch parted his hair.

"-but I can't help but think I've seen this scene before..." Yumichika muttered.

"They look like they're all having fun?" Ikkaku shrugged as Zaraki finished the bow and the raven ruffled her feathers into place, making it jangle and Yachiru giggle and applaud from where she sat on her father's knee. The Newly-belled raven hopped around to croak and click at him as well, flapping excitedly, and he put a hand up to stop her, asking her something in the shrill hiss and click of his native Aquiline tongue.

"You ever get the impression The Boss is way more articulate in Eagle than he is in Japanese?" Ikkaku frowned.

"Darling, he learned his Japanese from Bandits and Buskers and in Brothels, his Eagle has GOT to be better than that." Yumichika rolled his eyes.

"-ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Zaraki suddenly bellowed, shaking his finger at the raven in his lap.

Both ravens cawed in objection.

"-THIS IS NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION! SO LONG AS YOU TWO LIVE UNDER MY ROOF, YOU LEAVE KANAME AND HIS EYEBALLS ALONE." he growled.

The Raven on his shoulder tipped her head, speculating.

"-He is TOO using them, they're there to keep his eye sockets and brain from getting infected with gods-know-what flesh-eating bacteria or whatever. NO. PECKING."

Both Ravens hunched up their wings and turned away, pouting.

"What's-His-Ass in the Fifth? The faintly greasy one that looks like a sad mop? His glasses are fair game, if it will amuse you." Zaraki relented, and both birds perked up. "-Might be worth a bag of potato chips if you can bring me a pair intact." he offered.

"Oh Gods, he's not gonna make me try to add a pair of BIRDS to the payroll, is he?" Whimpered Ikkaku.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfiction #kenpachi zaraki #Look you don't hand me an old man with an eyepatch for me to NOT give him a pair of ravens #long post #It's fun though

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“I love you.”

Words you didn’t hear from Sasuke often. In fact, you heard them only in the throes of passion, clothes discarded, lips clashing, hands shaking, hearts open. He was by far the most guarded person you’d ever met in your life.

He showed you he loved you in other ways, though. Getting up in the middle of the night to get you a glass of water, letting you win in his favorite game, fixing things you didn’t know were broken until he told you, remembering small things like your favorite vegetable, or favorite song from two years ago. He even took care of the more domestic tasks when he spent the night, like cooking and cleaning. He constantly went out of his way to make your days and nights easier, whether you knew of his actions or not.

You’d begun to catch on, though, so once he got sick, you were eager to return the favor.

So you took the next two days off, and decided to baby the hell out of him. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, checking his temperature, ensuring hydration, checking in on him every hour or so. He had completely lost his voice the first day — not that it made too much of a difference, he was often content to sit in silence — so it started to frustrate him that he couldn’t communicate. By the second day, he could speak quietly, but his voice was raspy and low, broken at times. Each time he tried to speak, you interrupted him, advising him to save his voice. He tired of that quickly. Not only was he annoyed at being told what to do, he was also upset that each time he tried to say it — that he loved you — you interrupted him, saying he didn’t need to speak, and to rest. It was like you didn’t even care what he had to say, and he was through being ignored.

The next time you came in to check on him, pressing your cold hand to his overheated forehead, he clamped onto your wrist.

“Sasuke..? Are you okay?” You asked, eyes full of concern.

“I love you,” he forced out aggressively, his eyebrows narrowed and attention fully on you. “Thank you.”

Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t help but laugh. He seemed angry, almost, so the gentle words clashed with his tone.

“I’m serious,” he glowered, his throat itching the longer he spoke. “Don’t laugh.”

“I didn’t mean to. That was just… so cute. I love you too.”

Cute…?

Before he knew it, your lips were pressed against his. His eyes opened wide, staring down at you as you kissed him gently. When you separated from him, his scowl deepened. “You’ll get sick.”

You shrugged. “That’s fine. At least we’ll be sick together.” With that, his grip on your wrist tightened and he yanked you into bed with him and onto his chest, kissing you again.

“Thank you,” he repeated. “I love you.”

You grinned, staring down at his flushed face. You’d never forget this moment. Getting sick would be worth it. “I love you too, Sasuke.”

#if u saw this before no u didn’t #naruto #txt post #naruto imagines #reader insert #reader imagine #naruto fanfiction #naruto scenarios #uchiha sasuke imagines #sasuke imagines #sasuke uchiha #sasuke x reader #uchiha sasuke #Raven’s Musings: Naruto

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W+R Lowf and Wolf Part 1

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I know I said I'd have this out sooner, but this last week or so has been very busy and I just haven't had the time to post it.

Still, enjoy.

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The buck was large. Not quite as large as it could be, a young male with a headful of antlers. Usually a bad target, but Lowf had spotted that it’d gained a limp. If that kept up, it was either him or the wolves who were going get this one.

Hopefully an arrow would be a quicker death.

Barely daring to breath, Lowf raised his nocked bow, the creak of the wood blending in with the tree limbs gently moving in the wind above them.

The buck raised his head from where it had been grazing, ears flicking and turning his head. Lowf froze, arrow drawn against his cheek. He had to make a decision, but what had the buck heard?

The buck bolted, and with a sigh Lowf lowered his bow, relaxing the string. He kept it nocked though; he still didn’t know what had set the buck off. It might have been him… but it might not have been.

The bushes rustled, and Lowf slowly pointed his bow at it. The height of the movement… could be a rabbit? It was a bit early in the day for them, but far too early for a fox, badger, or hedgehog.

The rustling got louder, and Lowf backed up, checking behind him so not to trip on a root. Something pushed through the twigs and almost fell out, and Lowf’s mouth fell open.

A child. About five summers old, and apparently not wearing any clothes. Wild, grey hair draped over her back and down her shoulders, as she got to all fours, and started walking on her hands and feet.

Her face looked up, revealing bright amber eyes.

Lowf didn’t know whether to raise or lower his bow. On one hand, this was a child, on the other… magic had been returned to the island for all but five summers, who could say if this was human?

“Hello?” he spoke cautiously, and the small child’s head shot towards him.

She began to growl, baring her teeth.

“Where are your parents?” he felt like a fool asking. This was a naked child in the middle of the Whispering Forest. If she had parents, he wasn’t certain she should go back to them!

The little girl stopped growling, and tilted her head in such a way, he almost expected ears to start flopping. Which was rather silly if he was honest.

He carefully removed the arrow from his bow, putting it in his quiver before crouching to her level. Those amber eyes carefully followed every move, simultaneously very aware and not understanding.

The little girl then began to howl.

Despite her size, it was a powerful howl, mournful and questioning. As she began to howl, something changed.

Suddenly a wolf pup was there instead, howl squeaky, but still powerful.

“What the…” Lowf stared. That wasn’t possible. How? How? He can’t have seen right, he’d been in the woods too long, he was seeing things. There was no possible way that that had happened. He’d clearly just stumbled over a very curious wolf pup and the mother was likely on her way…

Why were there no responding howls?

The pup stopped howling, and suddenly there was the wild little girl again. She sniffed hard, and brought her hand up to her face. She drew it back and stared at her now damp hand.

Questioning his sanity, Lowf sat down, cupped his hands to his mouth, and howled.

His howl was not as strong, or loud as hers, he simply didn’t have the lungs, or the practice. Still, when he looked back down, she was staring at him with her head tilted. She then lifted her head to the sky and howled, and he joined in.

Two humans, or, one human and one not-quite human, howling likes wolves in the Whispering Forest. When one started to run out of air, the other would pick up, until the two howls ran out at the same time.

As their howls stopped, a faint wolf howl could be heard. The little girl’s ears pricked up and she howled right back, even though she had to be tired. There was one more faint howl, and the little girl didn’t respond.

She changed to a pup and curled up on the ground, making odd, hiccupping noises and small whines.

“Hey,” Lowf said softly, and pup’s ears flicked at him. “Come on, let’s go.”

He slowly stood up, so not to spook her, then very obviously started to leave, looking over his shoulder. The pup’s head shot up when she realised what was happening, and she scampered after the stranger.

Lowf, once again, questioned what in spirits he was doing, leading a wolf girl out of the forest like this. The wolf pack didn’t seem to be coming back for her, so it made some sense to do this, right?

Curse his bleeding heart, he could handle dogs, but children were another matter.

He noticed after a while, that the pup was lagging behind, and for moment considered if it was going to be worth the biting and scratching, before going back and picking her up by the scruff. The pup yelped in surprise, but went limp in his grip.

He shifted around under he was carrying her in one arm, and continued the walk back to his hut. The pup wasn’t too wriggly, possibly taking in the novelty of the situation, as she used her new vantage point to peer around.

As the sun went down, they broke through the forest edge, and Lowf’s hut came into view.

It was spacious enough for one person, plenty of space for cooking, sleeping, carving, crafting, whatever he needed to do. In the past, in bad weather, he would have a dog who would sleep in there too. If this pup was going to stay, then that would be all the time, he supposed.

He let out a long breath, shoving open the door with his shoulder. The hearth was cold, as he’d left it, but hopefully the stew in the pot was still warm.

The pup was asleep now, so he removed his pack, bow and quiver as carefully as he could with one hand. It took him much longer than he wanted to take the lid off the pot, find a bowl, and spoon lukewarm stew into the bowl with just one hand, but amazingly, the pup did not stir.

The sun was completely down when he finished, the faint moonlight just coming in through the window. He put the bowl and spoon to one side, to clean in the morning, and with the still sleeping pup, got settled on his furs, and went to sleep with the pup on his chest.

He woke to the dawn chorus, and a foot in his face.

With a grunt he managed to sit up, and looked down to see a five year old child, sprawled out on his chest and snoring slightly. One foot was pressed against his jaw, while the other trailed down his side, and her head was firmly on his belly.

Lowf groaned and lay his head back. Why, why did he think this was a good idea? Surely there would be people in the village who would take her in? Who would do a far better job?

The memory of the two of them howling in the woods crossed his mind. Who in the village would do that? They would try and tame this child, and while she had to learn how to be human, pushing aside the wolf seemed… wrong.

Wolf and human. He could cope with that.

The girl shifted in her sleep, and shivered a little. No fur, she needed clothes.

With a small grunt, Lowf carefully sat upright, catching her before she could fall, and placed her in the pile of furs that served as his bed. She slept like the dead, and continued snoring on as she snuggled in.

He scrambled around the hut, trying to work out exactly where he’d left some clean clothes. He found a shirt, a bit small on him now, although it would swamp this girl. He’d figure something out.

By now, a curious whine came from the furs, and he looked over to see that the little girl was awake.

“Good morning,” he wasn’t sure why he was talking, he wasn’t sure how much she understood. “If you’re cold, I can fix that,” he held up the shirt.

The little girl wrinkled her nose at it, and Lowf chuckled at the expression.

“I know, it is not the best, but it will keep you warm, promise,” he stepped towards her, and suddenly she bolted.

“Wait-!” he dove after her, missing as he hit the floor, skidding slightly. There was a yap, informing him that she had shifted, and he sighed heavily, knowing she was now going to be much more slippery.

“Come on, pup! I am trying to help you!” Lowf got up and dove for her again, and the pup clambered up the shelves on the side, knocking off carvings, and one carving knife, that nearly speared Lowf in the hand.

“Ah!” he yanked his hand back just in time, as the knife landed point down on the floor, juddering from the impact. He took a minute to try and calm his suddenly pounding heart before trying to grab her again. Thankfully the shelves didn’t go too high, so he was able to grab the pup by the leg and pull her away.

The pup began to shift rapidly, pup to girl to pup to girl, over and over and she tried to escape. She flailed and screamed and yelped and cried, but eventually, the shirt was over her head.

Lowf sat on the floor, exhausted, as the girl sulked, the sleeves flopping well over her hands.

“There… Not so bad… is it?” he panted, resting back on his hands and looking at her.

The girl growled and looked away.

“Hold on a moment,” Lowf got up and scanned his shelves, keeping one eye on the child. He found some twine and went back over to the girl. She bared her teeth and backed away from him.

“Please,” he pleaded, “just, stay still for a moment. This will not take long.”

The girl seemed to consider this for a moment, then turned to tried to run up the pile of furs.

“Hey, hey!” Lowf launched for her, grabbing the back of the shirt (and some hair, as much as he tried not to) and pulled her back. “Hold still!”

She snarled and shrieked as he wrestled with her, trying to bundle up the shirt and secure it so that it wasn’t trailing as much, then somehow managed to roll up the sleeves.

When it was finally done he plopped her down on the furs and sat down himself, groaning.

“I have not even eaten yet,” he looked over at the girl, who was now quiet, marvelling at the fact she could move like this, and wasn’t nearly as cold. “There! Much better, you little wild thing, you!” he shook his head and stood. “You must be hungry, I know I am.”

He walked over to the pot and lifted the lid. No doubt the stew was cold now, but it would be something. The girl perked up at the smell, and shifted to pup, running over and putting her paws up on the pot, trying to shove her muzzle in.

“No, no,” Lowf pulled her back by the scruff. “You’re a wolf, you know who eats first. Wait!”

Whether she understood what was being said, she seemed to understand the message, and for the first time, waited patiently for Lowf to find bowls. He expected to find the shirt he’d spent so much energy to put on her on the floor, but there was no sign of it.

Did clothes change with her? It would make things easier if that was the case.

He spooned a bowl for her and placed it under her nose. She wasted no time digging in, muzzle getting covered in gravy, and sending flecks of it flying.

Lowf let out a heavy sigh. If this was going to continue, he had work to do. She needed to know how to use the human language, not just wolf, she needed proper clothes that fit… his eyes drifted to the knife still sticking out of the floor. He also needed somewhere safe to put all his carving knives.

Spirits, what was he doing?

So, as a child, Wolf was not always the spooky, starey one. With Lowf, she was a feral thing, at least in the early days. This is a wolf pup trying to work out human boundaries very quickly

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