[Check Announcements] Black Sheep (Male Reader x Raven Branwen) [Discontinued]

Chapter 4 "Revelation"

A/N: Since for some reason I never mentioned it, you're 6'1. And since atm (At the moment) Raven has no height on the wiki so she is just 5'10, because tall women are hot.

"My last name?" You questioned genuinely curious about the unexpected question. "Why would you want to know that?"

"There's a matter that requires me to know."

You chuckled.

"Something that requires my last name. Feels a bit suspicious."

"Is your last name (L/N)?"

You kept your poker face on.

"Who are you, Raven?"

"I'm just someone with a bit of knowledge."

"That obviously wasn't a guess. So, how do you know that?"

"Do you want to have a seat?"

You'd lightly chuckle. "Yeah... Why not."

The two of you would take a seat at a nearby park table.

Raven would sit in front of you.

"I assume you're gonna tell me why or how exactly you know my last name?"

"Well..." She said, taking a seat next to you. "It has something to do with my job. Don't ask. So, your father, Blake (L/N)."

"That's his name, huh? Never bothered learning it."

Raven looked at you with curiosity.

'I wonder what it was like...'

"He contacted me about finding you and bringing you back to Atlas. They even made a file on you."

She handed you a folder, which you opened. It was neatly organized.

Looking through the file and coming upon the bullshit note, you'd become annoyed.

'Fuckin' prick.'

Looking at the picture, you'd smirk a little.

"He definitely had to scrape high and low for this photo. What a fuckin' idiot."

"Is there any context to that photo?"

"Oh. I was 15, I think. That was some sort of formal ball where rich, snobby assholes gather and pretty much flaunt their wealth."

"That sounds about right..." Raven mumbled to herself. "Purple hair is an interesting choice. Why purple?"

"Because why not? Anything that annoys my father or anyone there worked for me."

"Good to know..."

"Why are they doing this after 9 years...? Do you know, Raven?"

"I do. Do you really want to know?"

"Not really... But I want to know what reason these dumbasses are reaching out to find me after 9 years."

"Well... It has something to do with Isaac."

You raised your eyebrows questioningly.

"Do tell." You spoke with a newly gained interest.

Raven now raises her eyebrow curiously.

"Mhm... Isaac was diagnosed with a rare disease called Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis or ALS simply. It's a disease that weakens muscles and affects physical function. And as of now, there is no cure for it."

"Oh..."

"I assume that's why they have suddenly tried looking for you."

"Isaac is the next heir in line, so with this they are looking for me... To make me the next heir...?"