Other than his bounties, Kravitz hadn’t interacted with living people in a casual setting since he’d been alive himself. Taako assures him that he’s doing fine, that the others are already weird enough that they won’t even notice if he’s a little awkward, but Kravitz can’t help but worry.
After a while he finally feels as if he’s getting the hang of being among the living.
Which is, of course, when Barry and Lup make their big announcement.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if her first word is fuck.”
“No way,” Lup says, “her first word is going to be Mama. I can feel it.”
“What about me?” Barry says, “who’s to say her first word won’t be Dada?”
Taako laughs. “Hate to break it to you both, but her first word is going to be Taako, and that’s that on that.”
Lup balks at her brother. “And what makes you think you’re going to be her first word? You’re not the one who’s giving her life.”
“The power of being the favourite uncle is a strong one.”
“Alright, asshole, if you’re so sure, why don’t we make this interesting?”
- Part 1 of Lilliana Bluejeans
Fandoms: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
03 Feb 2020
“I’m going to be the fun uncle,” Taako says, not for the first time. “She’s going to love hanging out with me because it’ll always be so much fun, and I’m going to be her favourite.”
When Lilliana is born, obviously there’s not much Taako can do quite yet to earn the “Fun Uncle” title. But once she gets old enough for that title to actually go to someone… well… Taako doesn’t quite hit the mark, in all honesty.
Sure, maybe he’ll give her a cookie in the middle of the afternoon, or let her have a little more dessert than usual, but when push comes to shove, Taako’s a stickler for the rules set out for her. She only gets one or two special treats, no constant flow of cookies and candy and other goodies. No snacks past 7 o’clock, and she’s in bed by 7:30 sharp.
Lilliana adores her uncle Taako, but for all intents and purposes, he’s kind of like another parent who is maybe just a little more lenient with his cookie stash. Not quite fun uncle material.
Now Kravitz, on the other hand…
- Part 2 of Lilliana Bluejeans
Magnus is babysitting Lup and Barry's two-year-old.
At least, he's supposed to be. He can't exactly babysit a baby he can't find.
He turned around for two seconds, and she vanished. After too long of not finding her, he calls in some reinforcements.
- Part 3 of Lilliana Bluejeans
Lilliana’s fine. He knows she’s fine. She’s been home from her first bout of adventures for nearly a week now. She’s been regaling them with stories every minute of every day. She’s so powerful for being just 22. She’s so strong and smart and capable. She’d booked some of the best adventuring gigs out there in her time away.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, keeping his voice carefully level. “What are you doing up? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay, just some general restlessness waking me up.”
“Good,” Barry nods, “that’s good.”
She comes over and sits next to him, scrutinizing. “Are… you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he says, “you don’t need to worry about me.”
Lilliana narrows her eyes. “So you’re fine, but you’re sitting down here alone, in the dark, at two o’clock in the morning?”
Alternatively: Barry has a nightmare about his daughter and she's a little bit of a smartass about it.
- Part 4 of Lilliana Bluejeans
Barry's having a quiet day at home until he's not.
Barry’s home alone, doing some work at the kitchen table. He lost the coin toss, so he got stuck with paperwork while Lup and Kravitz got to go after a bounty.
He’s got his head resting on one of his hands, zoned out and half asleep, when he hears the distinct sound of fabric tearing. Broken out of his reverie, he grins and turns in his chair to ask Lup how the bounty went, only to get a face full of feathers.
The raven squawks at him. Then again. She doesn’t stop, making indignant bird noises at him very loudly and incessantly.
Barry doesn’t get it. Why is she here? Queenie wouldn’t just come home on her own like this. As far as Barry knows, she rarely goes anywhere without Lilli.
- Part 5 of Lilliana Bluejeans
...I saw a brilliant light, heralded by seven birds, flying tirelessly from the storm.
But I saw an eighth, smaller, fallen from her nest, draped in a crimson legacy she was never meant to protect.
I saw eight birds.
The Lonely Journal Keeper
The Wordless One
and The Wanderer.
Something of an eighth bird au.
- Part 6 of Lilliana Bluejeans