#also i gave up trying to use a smaller canvas i am at peace with this being blurry on mobile

[watchfrog]

skyward sword!!!

#loz #legend of zelda #link #skyward sword #art #digital art #my art #i love loz but i have never actually finished a game but THIS TIME im gonna do it #also i gave up trying to use a smaller canvas i am at peace with this being blurry on mobile

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Red Witch

Jasper Hale x Reader part 1

A/N: I might turn this into a series with my OC.

Summary: Imagine being an immortal witch from the Middle Ages and being the previous love of Jasper before he was turned. You two were separated under certain circumstances and cross each other’s path once again, years later in the present era.

A/N: I could be doing this wrong for all I know. I haven’t seen the films in a long long time so feedback is greatly appreciated. 😭 And I really wish this app gave you the ability to add a read more link.

Warnings: none

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

It had been a quiet and chilly yet peaceful morning that day in the newly opened little bookstore coffee shop that you owned with your best friend Melanie. You were currently organizing the antique books in the antique section, running your fingers along the smooth binding and humming along to the soft 90s rock that played through your shop while the warm aroma of coffee with hints of caramel and hazelnut filled your nostrils. Standing back to look at your finished work, you picked up your warm cup of coffee and took a sip, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh in content as the buttery drink warmed you up against the chilly morning breeze that slipped through the front door.

“You’re late.” You call out jokingly, holding your coffee mug close to your chest with one hand in the pocket of your black jeans as you walk towards the entrance to see your best friend Melanie walk in.

“Late?” She raises her brow at you as she takes off her brown wool coat and sets her belongings under the counter near the register.

“By a minute.” You quirk, finishing up your coffee before slipping on your black gloves and adjusting your dark green velvet sweater that hung loosely around your torso.

“Ooh. A minute.” Melanie rolls her eyes playfully as she starts to set up the register.

You smile to yourself at her response and tie your apron around your waist, throwing your hair in a bun before walking over to the front door and flipping your sign to open.

“It’s a brand new day.” Your friend pipes in as you stare out the window, gazing out at the fog blanketing the green trees and the morning dew that covered the flowers outside your window. Your eyes followed the few cars that drove past, some of them probably going off to work or for an early breakfast. You enjoyed the days like these, the cloudy, misty days where the suns rays barely peeked through, adding a slight glow to the scenery.

It had only been a couple weeks since you and Melanie had first opened this shop in the small town of Forks, Washington. You needed a break from the busy streets of London where you grew up, which is why you moved to the US with her years ago. You had actually met her when she was touring London years ago and you two became joined at the hip ever since you discovered you both were witches. Her being a green kitchen witch and you being, well it was much harder to explain to her what kind of witch you were, since it was rare and even shunned in most covens due to the harm it caused to others. You were in fact, a blood witch. But being a blood witch came with a curse, and that was the ability to cause death and decay to anyone you touch. Which is why you wore gloves and prevented any form of physical contact. But Melanie didn’t care about that part of you and put all that aside and welcomed you with open arms, without touching your bare skin of course. You two had lived in California for some time before she finally convinced you to move down here to Forks with her.

“You seem happy today.” You hear Melanie now beside you, gazing out at the scenery as well with her hands in the pockets of her pumpkin orange curdory pinafore, her sapphire floral print sleeves rolled up at her elbows and her hair tied up with a yellow gingham scarf.

“I am. It is the peace and serenity to thank for.” You smile to yourself. And it was in fact what you longed for, for a long long time.

You both returned to your work stations shortly afterwards as you started to get your regular customers. Thankfully, so far everyone has been kind and welcomed you two to their town.

“Another chai latte for you Mrs.Garcia?” You asked the elder woman that came in with her big bag of knitting supplies as she came up to the counter.

“Oh yes please, my dear.” She answers with a chirpy voice, her eyes wrinkled at the corners from her smile as she hands the money to Melanie while you make up her drink.

She took her drink from your hands and wobbled over to a chair in the corner by the window. Setting her things down and beginning to knit on a little sweater she’s been working on for her grandson.

An hour passed and you greeted all your customers with a smile. Some of them would grab their coffee and go straight back to work, while others stayed for a while with a coffee in one hand and a book that they purchased in the other.

Everything was as sound as it could be until someone new stepped in your shop, someone you had never expected to see. You had your back turned, working on a cappuccino for a customer as you heard the individual order a black coffee and a vanilla latte from your friend. You stopped short, something seemed off. It felt as if the world came to a stop around you and you couldn’t seem to picture why. You turned around to hand the cappuccino to the previous customer before shifting to greet the person that just came in. As you took in the sight of the man across you, you felt your body freeze up. You couldn’t move a muscle from the shock as you stood there with your eyes widened and your mouth agape.

Jasper?

You wanted to cry, to scream, but nothing came out. It felt like someone currently had a rope around your throat, suffocating the air out of you. The man turned to you now, a few strands of his blonde hair falling out from behind his ear and in front of his eyes as he stood to take in your appearance. His eyes, the same eyes that used to look at you with adoration, ones you once remember as being the color of the forest were now a yellow gold and devoid of any emotion towards you. And his skin, once tan from his days being spent in the Texas sun, was now stripped of all color and left pale, like a blank canvas.

So it’s true. He was turned.

His eyes searched your face, confused at your shocked expression as you still stared at him like a deer in headlights.

For goodness sake, don’t just stand there, say something.

“Are you alright miss?” His voice brought you out of your daze, forcing you to grip onto the counter to prevent yourself from collapsing.

“I’m uh, uh, yeah, I’m I’m fine, sorry.” You stutter out, struggling to find the words to say.“You uh, um you just. Sorry, I-I thought you looked like someone I knew. Must be the hair, sorry.”

You let out a panicked laugh and place a strand of your hair behind your ear, trying to avoid his gaze as you bite your lips to prevent them from trembling.

“Pardon me, but do I know you miss?” He furrows his brows at you.

If you didn’t know any better you’d think he’d recognize you. but he didn’t, he couldn’t have, and oh did your chest tighten in pain from this.

Jasper felt a slight pull in the back of his mind upon seeing your face, something told him that he knew you, but his mind kept drawing a blank. And yet the swirl of emotions that you were currently feeling was altogether much more confusing for him.

“You’ve probably just seen me around town.” You give him a convincing smile, “I moved here not too long ago.”

“Oh, I suppose that could be it.” He smiles politely with a slight nod. “Welcome to Forks then.”

You give yet another awkward smile before turning back to the coffee maker to prepare his 2 drinks. You were so caught up in his presence that you failed to see the smaller woman now walk up to him, linking her arm with his.

“This is a nice little place isn’t it Jasper?” You heard her speak to him in this angelic voice.

“I believe it is darlin.”

Darlin. He used to call you that.

“I also found a book that I might like to read.” She shows him the cover of an old book to which he smiles at.

You silently watched the couple from the corner of your eye. The way they held each other and gazed into each other’s eyes.

He used to look at you like that.

You were nearly trembling now as you had your back turned to them, your eyes threatening to shed some tears. You took in a deep breath, forcing you to compose yourself as you turned back around to place their drinks on the counter for them to grab. You didn’t dare try to hand it to him directly, you feared that the brief contact of your fingers might be too much, and that you’d explode into a pile of misery in front of him. And you didn’t want that.

You managed to take a good look at her this time and my goodness was she gorgeous. She was ghostly pale as well, which was a stark contrast against her dark hair. And she had this pixie like aura about her that you couldn’t help but admire.

“Thank you sweetie.” The woman beamed at you, both of them grabbing their drinks before leaving out your shop with their arms still linked together.

You watched them leave out of sight, your knuckles turning white from gripping the counter. You wanted the world to open up and swallow you, leaving you in an abyss, far away from the world and the people in it. Jasper Whitlock. You never thought you’d hear that name again, much less see the man himself. And you never thought it would hurt so much to see him again before you, without a clue in his mind as to who you were.

A/N: Part 2???

#jasper hale #jasper whitlock #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #jasper hale x y/n #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x you #jasper hale imagine #jasper whitlock imagine #Jasper Whitlock x reader

[justmarvelwriting]

The Defender

So uh, hi. My names Sinead and I was completly enthralled by @shiningloki 's fic Get on Your Knees and Pray for Me (Please read it, it's a work of art. Warning; Heavy NSFW.) Annnnd I wanted to see this little family again so. Here we go. A fan fic of a fan fic.

CHAPTER 1

Stefan smiled as he peered from the top of his book to watch his parents on their balcony above him secretly. He’d long since grown from his childishness of gagging every time his parents so much as chastely pecked each other on the lips. Now his heart warmed as he watched them both laughing above him. They both deserved the happiness they had that the thought of anything tearing them apart broke Stefans heart a little. They both bore scars, all of which he was fascinated with as a child, small fingers tracing each bumpy outline. He was no longer fascinated by them, but understood why his father bore his so openly and proudly. It was his mother who explained to him quietly that mental scars ran much deeper, and much larger then the physical ones he bore from battle. Those were the ones he was most proud he overcame.

“How does he show them off mama?” He mumbled quietly as she stroked his hair.

“By carrying you on his shoulders every chance he gets.”

He chuckles when he remembers the night his father had finally told him the fairytale. He snorted. Asta gave it that name. Loki had tried to keep a stern look on his face but it broke into a grin even so.

It was told to him the night after he had gotten in….an altercation with another boy his age. The boy had a mouth, and he liked to run off with it.

“Nothing but the spawn of the common Midgardian whore and the Dark Prince who fell from Odin's grace!”

Stefan possessed magic that equaled his fathers at his own age, but instead he went the more satisfactory route.

He had punched him twice. Once for calling his mother, a fully realised Goddess in her own right, a common Midgardian whore. The second, for daring to slander his fathers name with such old cruelties.

“I am Lokison,” he yelled, shoulders straight, “and you will NEVER speak ill of my family again.”

One of his friends had pointed out he failed to punch him for insulting him. But Stefan had grinned, his mouth and nose bloody before dragging himself to his mother’s quarters before she found out through other means. She was attending to Eira, the youngest of his siblings who was only a toddler at the time when she caught sight of him. Her face had paled, and he rushed to explain he was ok, they weren’t in danger. He’d just gotten into a fight. She had chided him softly as she moped his nose and chin, Eira bouncing on his lap as he tried to assist, small hands bouncing gently off his chin. His father had appeared not two minutes after, hawking that Baldyrs son was walking around with a broken, bloody nose.

“About bloody —“ He spun slowly on his heel and faced him with wide eyes.

“He called Mom a common whore and slandered your name.” He straightened his back, looking his father squarely in the eyes, "I don't regret a thing."

He coughed, trying to hide the proud smile that stretched his face, “You know not to be fighting in court.”

When your mother had left him in his room that night, Loki had appeared at the door.

“You know, I did convince her you shouldn’t be punished too harshly. You showed restraint after all. You could have used your magic.” he still fought a smile, a rapidly losing battle.

“Thor is very proud of me, apparently, by the way.” he grinned, sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

That made his father unravel into fits of laughter, clutching his side. He snickered also, but it made him wince with his nose.

Loki had sighed, smiling as he sat on the bottom of his bed, and had launched into the tale.

“So truly I can’t really tell you off for defending your family's honour, I did take 5 bullets for your mother after all.” He finished smoothly, smirking at Stefans expression.

“Dad, you didn’t just take 5 bullets you literally took on bloody Odin himself!”

“With your grandmother, uncle and mother in tow.” He warned him, expression serious, “If you take anything from this my dearest Stefan please let it be that you can rely on your family. I am only ever,” he tapped his necklace, “one call away.”

“Stefan!” The present dragged him back to reality and he raised his hand waving to Alex to join him.

Two boys, him and Eira. Two girls, Asta and Eva. And then Alex, his sibling. Five plus Mom and Dad made the perfect storm for the Lokison name.

Alex's cheeks were flushed as they barreled into the chair beside him, slicking back long, inky hair once they caught their breath. Eira was the youngest, still only a child but soon a teen, then Alex, Eva, Asta and himself. Eva was his mother, but smaller, and Alex was similar, but for the inky black hair the rest of the family inherited.

"Uncle Thor had to leave the sparring match early," they explain as Stefan checks his watch, a frown settling over their face, "He was in such a hurry, it was kind of unsettling actually."

Stefan waved his hand, both acting as a dismissive gesture and that to vanish his book, "The nine realms have never known such peace. Don't worry. A diplomatic hiccup, not much more. The realms have never trusted each other more. How could they not? Mother is in charge of that after all." Stefan grinned and Alex relented, grinning up at their parents with a similar adoration on their face that Stefan showed quietly moments before.

"Maybe it's trouble down on Midgard." Stefan mused quietly, "The Avengers perhaps?"

Alex hummed quietly, basking in the late evening sun.

//--//--//

Loki smiles, wrapping arms around your waist as you both look down at two of your children talking quietly in the garden, hands flying animatedly as they throw arguments back and forth.

"I think we did an amazing job my love." he mutters quietly as he watches them both spring to their feet with a laugh that echoes the courtyard, Stefan summoning wooden swords for them to spar harmlessly with.

"I think we did." you smile and you mentally capture this moment in your mind forever. You'd have to paint it, actually. Your hall of art had changed over the years, reflecting your growing family. But by far Loki's favourite was the one at the very end, the huge canvas of your family all together. It would need to be redone, once Eira became a man in his own right, of course. But for now, it captured your family perfectly. You toyed with your necklace, watching thoughtfully as Stefans and Alex's chains glow with your grass green magic for a moment before they fade back to their deep emerald green once more. You felt so peaceful, but something didn't feel right, not in your gut.

"What troubles you, my pet?" Loki purrs and your eyes flutter closed as he places soft kisses all along your throat, hands gripping your waist tighter.

"Something doesn't feel right…" you murmur, sighing softly as the warmth of his lips leave their position. Loki hums softly, dragging you back into your chambers.

"We are all safe." he reassures you quietly, pressing a hand to your chest, "And if anything happens… we will know."

You nod but sigh anyway. Loki chuckles, pressing you against the wall, "My little Goddess… always so attentive to her tasks."

His voice dips and your worry flees your mind as his hand goes up to grip your throat, "I have many tasks I could focus your attention on… your lips around my cock… my hand beating your ass red."

You whimper quietly, but just as Loki is about to speak, his eyes flashing dangerously, there's a knock on the door. Loki growls, only detaching himself slightly before clearing his throat.

"Yes?"

"Prince Loki, your brother requests your presence in the throne room immediately. There's an urgent diplomatic matter he wishes you to aid him in."

Loki sighs and presses his forehead to yours.

"Tell brother dearest I'm coming."

"Later." he promises quietly, smiling and pressing a single finger to your lips. You smile and resist the urge to take it into your mouth.

You smooth your hair and peer out the window. Stefan and Alex are hugging each other tightly, before Alex pushes him away playfully. Stefan notices you and waves up, a wide smile on his face. You blow a kiss and he laughs, a note appearing before you, floating into your hand.

Love you too Mom xx

You sigh dramatically. A carbon copy of his father. The only thing separating them was Stefan's short hair.

You exit your chambers, old habits dying slowly of kissing each of the children goodnight.

---///---///

It's late when Stefan wakes, darkness still cloaking his room and he frowns. He's an unusually heavy sleeper, and is often made fun of when he emerges late from his room in the early hours of the evening.

His curtains flutter and his heart beats loudly in his chest. He closed his balcony door before he went to bed. And locked it.

Quietly, he summons a dagger and swings his feet out of bed. He scans his room, concealing his dagger with his magic, but his hand is shaking. He closes his eyes and focuses on the necklace at his throat.

"Dad, come quietly, quickly. I think there's someone in my room."

The response is almost instantaneous, but the only indication to him is the dip in his bed.

"Stand, pretend to head for the bathroom, keep your dagger hidden."

He felt his father's hand at the back of his neck, squeezing him gently, "You're safe, my son. No harm will come to you."

Stefan stands lazily, heading to his bathroom, eyes darting around as he fakes a yawn, running his fingers through his hair.

A figure leaps from the darkness and he growls, dropping into a roll, the attacker leaping into a crumpled heap before they both leap to their feet. The attacker lunges, but he is caught by his throat, his father revealing himself in a flash of brilliant green light. The fury on his father's face is nothing Stefan has ever seen before, cold hard lines and his eyes practically glow in the dark room.

"Well done my boy." Loki grins at him as Stefan leans heavily on his door frame hand to his chest. Then his heart stops.

"The others!" he lets his dagger clatter to the floor and practically flies out of the door, sword fitting in his palm easily. He practically kicks down the door of each of his siblings in turn, flooding the room with light, before stumbling back out. Asta practically leaps out of bed when he wakes her, the panic on his face telling her everything she needs to know. He flicks her a dagger and they both sprint towards Alex's room, feet impossibly loud on the marble floor. Stefan grits his feet and Alex's door practically flies off its hinges.

Just in time to see someone leap off his balcony ledge, Alex draped over their shoulders like a sack of bricks.

"ALEX." Astas scream pierces the air but Stefan leaps off the balcony like a deranged man, landing impossibly lightly before taking off at a breakneck speed. The attacker weaves in and out of the maze of hedges trying to lose him, but a cold smile graces Stefans face. He's been running in these gardens since he was a child, he knows every pocket like the back of his hand.

"Stop!" He bellows as they reach the edge of Asgard, the attacker not turning to face him, "I am Stefan of Asgard, Son of Loki and you will release my sibling immediately."

The attacker turns slowly. But Stefan can only see his thin smile.

"No."

And he falls backwards.

#Loki #mculoki #fan fic #fan fic of a fan fic #writers on tumblr #loki x female reader #getonyourkneesandprayforme #it’s a masterpiece you better have read it

[shnuggletea]

Hey, hey, hey, look what I finished yesterday! Finally done, here is the epilogue to Slave to your Heart. Which, you know since you clicked on it...

Anyway, so I have a few fics to chose from for next and I was assured these were wanted to be heard. Or rather read. Please keep in mind, the sequel to Bad Karma, Terrible Fate, and Cell Mates isn't on this list because they will be posted next along with the ones I'm listing here for consideration. I like to do a cannon based fic and an AU in tandem when posting. Or try to anyway, I'm also still posting for SM and working on originals so this might get a back seat from time to time.

So here's what I got (none of these are finished yet but close):

The Shogan's Daughter: Kagome agrees to marry a man, sight unseen so that her village falls under his protection. With a steady rice supply and a few soldiers to protect them, she leaves home and enters the house of one Inuyasha Tenoe. Married life is made so much more difficult with enemy threats hoping to take Tenoe's title from him, ex-lovers weakening Kagome's resolve, and falling in love with your husband no matter how hard you try not to. Set in a Feudal Japan.

Beautiful Hell (working title): She was free. It almost killed her but she had escaped and now she just had to stay out of the dark clutches of her former king. And not be discovered for what she was by the new one. Too bad the Prince is a glutton for punishment, meeting the fiery Kagome, and doing what? Putting her in his harem of course! The setting is a made-up world but hints at Arabic tones.

Hidden Demons: Kagome was doing as commanded, going deep into the Vragoli territory and entering the fabled Crnac Mountains. But she is there to ensure peace, wanting nothing more than to keep her home, Fatamorgora from any more attacks. Her first time in Nema Dusa and yet, the King feels so familiar. Confused, she'll have plenty of time to figure it out, or will she? Her mind slipping all around with dreams that feel more like memories of a past she never had! The setting is made-up here as well but similar to The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings kind of vibes.

All of these are romances and have lemons btw. Let me know what you guys think?

Thanks @lemonlushff​ for the pointer. Loving this new cover and the Canva app! 

Links to fanfiction click HERE for AO3 click HERE

Resolutions

Trudging off the elevator, I let my irritation roll off me in spades. Inuyasha's secretary didn't even try to stop me. Maybe he had already warned her of my coming? She knew better than to try to hold me back.

I took some of my anger out on the door, his door, and enjoyed how he jumped a little from my entrance. "Alright, I'm here. Where is it?"

He pointed and I went straight for it, quickly finding Moroha's much-needed school book. "I had hoped you'd bring the baby with you." I stopped, only to flash him a look then grabbed up Moroha's large French book. "She's doing this on purpose you know."

I sighed because he was right. "I know."

"She doesn't want to leave me."

"I know."

"We should probably do something…"

"We are doing something about it!" I fumed.

Inuyasha sat back, a grin pulling at his lips, "You're really upset being here? Forced to see me?"

"Right now I am!" I softened at that because it wasn't his fault. "We're doing what's best for us and that's best for the kids. This is what I want."

His grin faded and he lifted a dark brow. "What you want?"

"You gave me the choice…"

"You're right." He conceded, quicker than he used to. Maybe he was finally giving up? "You can always...stay. Here. With me."

Or maybe not, "Thank you, but no."

His smile was small as he nodded. "I'll see you this weekend then?"

"Of course. I do have plans. Big ones."

"I know. I'll be waiting to see you and the kids again."

He would always wait for me. Two years later and that would never change, I was certain.

The apartment was small. Especially for four people even if three of them were very small.

"Do we have to stay here?!"

"Moroha, it's a few more days. Now finish your broccoli."

With a frown, she did as told. Sota was morose as well. At this point, I was mostly used to it but it still ate at me. Haori was busy getting her peas all over herself while we all sat together at the small table just off the even smaller kitchen. "It's just until the weekend. Then you'll be back at Daddy's"

Nothing more was said but I knew she had more. Waiting until bedtime, I came to tuck her in last. Sitting on the edge of her bed, I leaned my back against the headboard. "Alright, Haori could wake any second now so make it quick."

My toddler was teething, sleeping through the night was impossible these days. Moroha stared at her fingers a moment longer, twisting them in the sheets before throwing her head back to look at me. "You're really going to marry him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

I huffed, wrapping an arm around my firstborn. She took after her father with her mood swings. "Because I love him. And it will be good for us. All of us."

"Everything is going to change."

"No. Nothing is going to change. Other than us moving out of this place."

I glanced around at the half-filled suitcase. Moroha still needed to pack. "Things will change! I just know it!"

She was pouting and I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, so some things will change. But they'll be for the better. I promise."

"So...this really is what you want? What Daddy wants? Being apart like this?"

I couldn't speak for Inuyasha but I knew he would lie and support me on this if need be. "Yes. It's what we both want."

oOo

Sango entered in the door right behind me as I stood staring at myself in the full-length mirror. "Do I look stupid?"

Her mouth was still dropped to the floor so she shook it instead of saying anything.

"I look stupid," I answered for her, pulling at the long white gown.

Quick to my side, she slapped my hands away. "Stop it! You look gorgeous!"

"I shouldn't have picked white. Everyone knows I'm not a virgin!"

"Who cares! You still look as pure as the day I met you."

"Sango. I had already lost my 'purity' when you met me."

"Exactly." I released a nervous giggle and she laughed, twisting a fallen curl behind my ear. "You do look beautiful. And ready."

"Yeah. I am. I've been ready for this for months now."

"He's a great man," Sango said with a sad smile.

"Oh god don't you start!"

She was dabbing at her eyes but the tears were still coming. "Sorry. Hormones."

A few tears of my own threatened, "Just because you had twins doesn't mean you beat me when it comes to 'mommy tears'. You're going to make me ruin my makeup!"

Sango quickly sobered at that, coming in close to fluff my dress. "How is Inuyasha handling all of this?"

I focused on my reflection instead of the skip inside my chest. "Don't know. But I'm sure he's doing the same as when we spoke about it last. He's not pleased about it but he wants me to be happy. It'll all be over soon and he will move on from this. "

"I guess that's as good as you're going to get," Sango said with a small chuckle.

Kanna, the wedding organizer, appeared in the doorway. "It's time, Kagome."

With Sango my maid of honor and only bride's maid, it was a short procession. I walked alone down the aisle, the rows of pews of the small church filled on both sides. On the groom's side, I mostly recognized faces while forgetting names. But on my side, I saw all the faces of the friends I had made throughout my life smiling back at me brightly. Most I had made in the last two years, gaining my freedom from Inuyasha's home. Then there were ones like Kaede and the girls from the home that I knew from long ago as well.

I looked to the front of the church, my groom waiting for me. He had his hair freshly cut, the shaggy short locks something I had gotten used to after having long ones draped over me night after night. A good change, I had told myself from the first time.

His hand out, I took it with little hesitation, glancing back at my three children seated in the front row. Moroha gave me a small but happy smile while holding little Haori tight. Sota was just happy I was happy, my little momma's boy. If I had chosen anyone else, I think he would have been more protective but he couldn't find fault in my new husband and neither could I.

Wrapped around his arm, I was led by my hand to stand fully in front of the preacher. Neither of us were truly religious but wanted a real and official wedding in front of everyone. As the man spoke, I stared at my mate, my husband. Inuyasha could fuss all he wanted but I would never regret this choice or the other choices I had made years ago.

I was happy.

oOo

Two years ago exactly...

The day was waning and Inuyasha's words were still ringing in my brain. Of course, they were, it was a lot. Inuyasha had been there the night my family died. He considered himself responsible.

In a way, he was.

And he had been watching over me as best he could ever since. I suppose that made him my guardian angel of sorts.

He took me in when things were the bleakest, loved me, cared for me even if it was done in the strangest manner possible. He was the only man I had ever known, my entire life was spent waiting for him without me even realizing it.

He had married someone else; he had more experiences than I had. That left a bitter seed in my chest, small and unkempt. It was why when I was 'sold' I believed it, because I didn't know why he ever married Kikyo. Now, knowing he did it to protect me, that seed withered quickly and died.

It didn't change the fact that there was much in this life I had little experience in. Or that he had lied to me for as long as I had known him.

Inuyasha surely expected me to take days to answer him. But I knew what I wanted by the time the kids were in bed asleep.

It didn't take long to find him, expecting him to be in bed but instead he was in the bathroom. The soft buzzing sound coming from it quickly gained my attention. I walked into a massacre.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

He jumped a little but luckily not too much, an electric razor in his hand against his scalp. His long mane was in a bundle, tied and cut off, lying on the counter next to the sink. While he cut the rest off with his razor, short sprigs all around.

"I thought… it was time for a change?" My mouth just hung open and he turned his eyes back to him in the mirror to finish. "I'm almost done."

"But..but...why?"

He shrugged and buzzed the remaining longer hairs off. "Long hair was a family… statement so I had it this way for most of my life. Then I kept it to help with the Naraku case whenever I could, as long hair was still a family trait and would get me into places for evidence. Now that Naraku is locked away… I don't want it anymore."

I picked up the discarded mane off the counter. It was still warm from when it rested against his back. "I've only ever known you like this though."

"Should I have asked you?"

Finished, he faced me, covered in white hair. "No, but you could at least have gone to a salon! Aren't you a millionaire or something?"

He chuckled, taking a step closer but keeping his distance at the same time. "I didn't want to wait."

"Really?" I asked, twerking an eyebrow up at him. "Busy waiting for something else?"

Reaching out a brave hand, he ran his fingers down my arm from my bicep to my elbow. "I'll always wait for you, as long as it takes."

"Then… can you wait a year? Or two?" Fear and confusion mixed on his face and I giggled, quickly closing the gap between to be taken instantly into his arms. "I want to have this baby and lose the weight before we get married. And I want Naraku firmly locked away behind bars so my family is safe…"

"But… you want to marry me?"

He was still confused and I found it adorable. "I love you, Inuyasha."

"What about… your family?"

"You can blame yourself all you want for that but it was your father, not you. If you had been there, you never would have let it happen. You're not that kind of person. Yes, I miss them but I also let go of their deaths long ago. So, even if I was to blame you, I've moved on. I've forgiven you and all those responsible." The tension in his shoulders released as did his fear I imagine he'd had for years now. "Plus, you have more than made up for it; you've given me a beautiful family."

His forehead pressed heavily to mine and I tried not to mourn the missing locks that used to drape over us when he did this. "You're the one that gave me a beautiful family. When you got pregnant with Moroha… I was so happy I thought I would die. And then terrified you would get taken along with her."

Kissing the tip of his nose, I stayed on my toes, closer to him. "You've been afraid for a long time, haven't you?"

He was rubbing my back as if to make sure I was real. "Yes. And I almost lost you so now I know my fears were well-founded."

"Inuyasha… all of that is over. You have to let it go, let me go. I don't want to spend the rest of my life stuck inside this house."

"I know," he said but still gripped my shirt tight as if he would never let go, "but it will be hard."

"You can come with us, we'll all go out together. As a family. Until you're comfortable with it."

"And with bodyguards after."

"Inuyasha…"

"I love you so fucking much, Kagome."

I pushed his head back with mine to suck his bottom lip into my teeth. The action got me crushed to him, the arms already around me tightening and pulling me hard. I responded, wrapping my arms around his neck, his shorter hairs sticking into my skin with each twist of his head to get more of my mouth. Like the animals in heat that we were, we lapped at each other, our tongues twisting together between our mouths. My ass hit the countertop, Inuyasha lifting me and setting me down on it for more use of his hands. They grabbed the hem of my shirt and ripped it up and off.

Topless, I sat in nothing more than my cloth shorts, my legs around him as I pulled his shirt off in response. I was looking at his skin, running my hands slowly over his muscled stomach, chest, and arms, enjoying myself thoroughly. "I should take a shower. Get this hair off of me."

Looking up from his adonis shaped body, I looked right back into his burning eyes. Turning like the molten lead as they always did when I was even the slightest bit naked.

"Let me help you with that." I offered, popping the button on his jeans off and working them off his hips.

He chuckled, the first in what felt like forever as the last of his worry melted away with our heat. "I do love how horny you get when you're pregnant."

"This has nothing to do with that. I just want you. Always."

He bent me back with his kiss, my back gently hitting the mirror behind. My shorts and underwear between, he ground his hard shaft against my core, throwing gas on my flames. I dug my nails into his shoulders, showing my appreciation that was mixed with frustration.

Okay, so some of this might have been hormones, feeling like I would burst into ash if he didn't fuck me soon.

But Inuyasha never made me wait, lifting me up and off the counter to take us to the shower. My shorts were wet inside and now out as he held us under the spray. Pressing me against the wall of the shower now. His long, hard cock rubbed painfully against me and I could take no more, pushing him back. My shorts and panties almost hit the tiled floor before my feet, if that were physically possible.

I was spun less than a heartbeat after, my hands on the tile before me as Inuyasha bent me over and thrusted in. His pelvis was flush with my ass in an instant and I cried hard, arching my back to give him more of myself. He was slapping my ass with his hips, the sound echoing off the walls as were my cries. I listened intently, wanting to hear his grunts and groans in kind. They were loud and made me swell with pride. I loved making him lose his mind.

An arm wrapped around my ribs, pulling me upright while another lifted my legs. Now, both hands were under my thighs, bouncing me. My hands-free and my legs held apart, I reached down and rubbed my clit, a loud groan from Inuyasha in appreciation when the action had me tightening around him.

My head fell back on his shoulder, calling out his name in reverence as I came. He was slow to stop, lowering my legs back to the ground but not pulling out, not yet. His body was wrapped around me, arms around my ribs that I held in place while his chest covered my back. His head on my shoulder, he had his lips pressed to my ear, whispering so he could save his breath as much as possible.

"I know you might be mad… but I never cared about protection with you. I wanted you almost all my life. And I wanted a family with you just as long."

I patted his arms around me. "If it ever bothered me, I would have said so long ago."

"Then why do you always hide it from me? Were you scared?" I slowly nodded. "Each time?"

"I didn't know what to say with Moroha. We were just… I thought we were just fucking. That I was your slave. With Sota… well, not telling you worked out so well the first time. I was going to tell you about this one but then you told me about your wife…"

"Ex-wife."

"It just didn't seem like the time…"

"You didn't want me to know. Either of the times. But I guess that was my fault." His hold tightened a little, running a hand over my belly that was still too flat to notice. "Will you tell me next time? Before you're months along?"

"Next time?!"

He pressed a hard kiss to my neck and pulled out, spinning me in his hold so he could press an equally hard kiss to my lips. I ran my hands through his remaining hair, acclimating myself to the new length. It was different, one of the many changes that were coming our way. But we would be facing them all together.

And I was happy.

oOo

Taking a break, I sat at the table assigned for the bridal party and watched the crowd around me. Mostly, I watched Kagome as she went around from friend to friend, letting them congratulate her and then sticking around for a few more moments to talk and laugh.

God, she was beautiful. And mine, the gold band I twisted on my finger only a symbol that I felt we really didn't need. But we both wanted it.

Moroha was dancing with a few other kids she invited from her class. She was just as beautiful as her mother even with my hair. Sota was getting another piece of cake and little Haori was currently getting bounced on my lap. She really did look like her mother, big teal eyes that stared up at me with wonder as dark curls framed her round face. I quickly wiped her chin of drool for the thousandth time in what was a losing battle. Poor baby was teething, which was why I let her gum my finger, a few small sharp teeth just starting to peek out and pressing into my bone from time to time.

Kagome's eyes found mine, catching me staring but I didn't care, she was glowing with happiness. I felt no shame in watching my new bride sway her way to us, Haori holding out her hands for her mother to take her as soon as Kagome was near. Now on her mother's hip, she gurgled a 'mama' and I watched from my seat in awe.

I was so damn happy I could die.

"I think I should put this one to bed soon."

Her eyes on Haori's face, I watched as Kagome cooed towards the toddler. "You going to cave and just nurse her to sleep? I don't blame you but you'll never get her weaned if you..."

"I wasn't talking about the baby." She said with a smirk that she soon turned towards me. "I've been ready to leave this place since we got here."

I chuckled, even as I got hard from her words and my imagination. "Funny, I've been ready for a week now."

Her smirk turned into a grin at that, "And now tonight is going to be special."

"Kagome, it would have been special regardless. Forget what you in that dress is doing to me, you pledged your life to me today, of course, I'm going to go crazy. But we'll be high in the sky tonight."

She shrugged, turning her attention back to Haori. "I don't regret my choice. The week apart made this feel more real."

"And how did you find it? Living on your own with the kids?"

Her smile faltered for a second but shook it away quickly. "Well, that wasn't fun. They missed you a lot."

There was sadness in her tone so I jumped to my feet and wrapped my arms around the two of them. "They still saw me every day. And even Moroha was clever enough to force you to see me this week."

I was laughing but Kagome wasn't pleased. "I probably should have just brought us all home after that. Kinda defeats the purpose of not seeing one another until the wedding if I have to go into your office in the middle of it."

"Do you know how hard it was not to bend you over my desk when you walked in? I didn't get any work done before or after you left. I was thinking about it so much!" Her cheeks turned a slight pink at that. I loved how she still blushed when I talked dirty to her. "It doesn't matter now, Kagome. The week is over. We're married and will never be apart again."

"None of us," she cooed to the baby, "even Haori missed her Daddy."

"And I missed her," I said, leaning over and giving the baby a kiss.

Then I leaned down and gave my wife one. Seconds away from reaching down the front of her dress and grabbing a breast, the crowd burst into applause, reminding me we weren't alone. Even though I felt like I was always alone with Kagome, her putting me in a bubble that made it easy to forget the outside world.

I released her, the crowd clapping for our kiss when we hadn't done it for them, not at all. Out of my stupor, I quickly found my other children, Moroha still with her friends while Sota had returned to the seat next to my vacated one, shoveling in cake. The kid was going through a growth spurt and was always eating these days.

Kagome released a frustrated sigh, shaking with her need as I was. I couldn't help but grin. She was the one who wanted a week apart before the wedding, taking the kids with her to stay in Sango's old apartment. So, it was her own fault really and I just had to laugh as she shifted her weight and it wasn't to accommodate the baby on her hip.

"You guys dropped your stuff back at the house, right?"

"Yes. We're all ready to go as soon as we are released."

I chuckled again, making it sound like a prison sentence. "We could leave anytime we want, it's our reception."

She glanced around and then back at me. "I am feeling a bit… tired."

I caught on quick, "Oh yeah, so tired."

I had my arms around her again, praying people didn't applaud us again just for touching. Kagome was so far gone, she moaned when I squeezed her hip. "Inuyasha…"

Just to be a dick, I leaned in and nipped her neck. She gasped and for a second, I worried she'd drop the baby. Instead, she reached around and grabbed my cock through my slacks. Now I was the one moaning and it wasn't nearly as soft as Kagome's had been. Shit, I wanted her but that was nothing new. My desire and need for Kagome would never change or falter. If there was one thing I had learned all these years, it was that.

I carefully pulled her hand away after I let her stroke me a few times because fuck it felt good. "We should go say our goodbyes."

I could care less about letting people know we were leaving. But the kids needed to get ready, Moroha telling her friends bye and Sota washing his sugar covered face. He had a few friends here too that he left to find. Kagome went around, Haori on her hip, and hugged each person she came across. I went to the one person that I truly liked the most.

Helping greatly in putting Naraku away for seven consecutive life sentences, he was my best friend. "Well, we're off."

He turned long black ponytail currently in the hands and mouth of his six-month-old, the youngest. The twins had to be around here somewhere. "Already? Party is just getting started."

"Yeah, well, there's another party I'd much rather be attending, currently, in my pants."

Miroku chuckled, shaking his head, "I don't blame you. If Sango cut me off for a week… actually she's done that a few times and it's not fun."

"Kagome never cuts me off. Not like this."

His free hand clapped my shoulder, "You're a lucky man, my friend. Not many would have a situation like yours turn out so well."

"My situation…"

"I was there remember? Did you think I missed your 'purchase'? You must think I'm a terrible detective…"

"I just thought you were a better one, focusing on the case instead of the auction like I was."

The smile Miroku wore was broad, "Thanks. The highest of compliments coming from you." He took a step closer and leaned in to whisper. "While I have you, I thought you'd like to know that Interpol arrested Kikyo last night."

"What?! On what charge?"

"Drugs. Turns out, without Naraku backing her, she's a terrible drug mule."

I shook my head, "I still can't believe the two of them were… well, it makes sense and it doesn't. How else would Kikyo have known to look into me when she hadn't given a shit in years?"

"And then know to send Kagome to Naraku. Did you ever figure out you gave you up?"

I laughed but it was hollow. "Yeah, it was Moroha actually. Phone records showed Kikyo calling the house a few times over the years when I wasn't home. Sota was too young and Kagome never answered the phone. When Moroha was three, she had a fascination with anything that made a noise. She used to steal my cell phone all the time and play with it. Best I can figure, she answered Kikyo's calls a few times and talked to a stranger just like any other kid her age would, babbling on about her life and family."

"And then Kikyo set up that 'sale' with Naraku…"

"I'll get in contact with Interpol when we get back, set up a few more charges for Kikyo like kidnapping. And endangering a child, she scared the shit out of Sota. I couldn't get him out of the closet for hours!"

Rage swelled in me at the memory but I forced a few deep breaths to calm down. Today wasn't about this, it was a happy day.

I glanced around at my family, the four of them slowly coming together. Moroha played sweetly with Haori while Sota held tight to his mother. Such a beautiful family, it was hard to believe they were mine sometimes and this was one of those times.

Now instead of anger, I was fighting back joy because I was close to tears.

The crowd was sending us off, finally free as the sun slipped below the horizon. A quick change of clothes and we were off again, all of us on our way to the airport. The kids were all sound asleep by the time we were in the air. Which allowed me and my wife to slip off to the small bedroom inside the private plane. A wedding gift from Sesshomaru, allowing us to use his. It was a bad look, the DA using a known mobster's plane but I would regret it later. Now I was busy being balls deep in Kagome, pressing a hand to her mouth to muffle her so she didn't wake the kids.

She was so fucking wet, I struggled to contain myself, nearly coming as soon as my tip hit her womb. We weren't naked in case one of the kids woke up but we were on the bed, allowing me to hold her tight to me. Moroha and Sota had their own room at the hotel so once Haori was asleep, I would pound our naked flesh together hard every night on this honeymoon/vacation. That allowed me to be okay with the clothes between us now, her panties the only thing fully off our bodies while my shorts and briefs wrapped around my knees.

God bless nursing bras, pulling her stretchy neckline down and unhooking the cup of her bra like a pro. I had to move the pad she had pressed to her nipple for leaks but I didn't care, this was far from the first time we fucked hard enough to make her milk-filled breasts leak a little.

Careful not to suck, I got as much of her mound in my mouth and licked, tasting a little of her milk. Extra sensitive, she threw her head back but must have bitten her lip to keep from crying out like she normally would.

Her hands were around my head, digging into the short strands I now rocked, and trying to tug. Two years and she still hadn't gotten used to my shorter hairstyle. I was pretty sure it was her way of telling me to grow it back out.

Didn't stop either of us from coming. Fast and hard, it had been a week, she moaned out my name as quietly as possible. I watched for a moment as her eyes rolled back and her mouth parted wide before I lost myself and my load.

Panting, we held each other tight, knowing we would have to get our asses back out front in a minute. Kagome took less than that, pulling from my hold and picking her panties off the floor. "How… many children do you want?"

The question threw me. It wasn't the first time we had this conversation but I had a habit of keeping my answers vague. "Shit, I don't know. A bit early for that isn't it? We haven't even gotten to the honeymoon yet…"

"I'm serious. Because you keep coming inside me with no protection between us…"

"I didn't think it bothered you. You said you would tell me if it did…"

"I'm just getting a little tired of getting knocked up all the time. I feel like a baby factory!"

The moment of euphoria, finally having sex, was over so I pulled my pants back up and got off my ass. "Alright, fine. I'll start pulling out until you go on birth control.."

"Why do I have to go on birth control? Why don't you use condoms?"

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"Condoms suck! You can't feel shit!"

Her arms crossed over her chest. For some reason, she was now in a pissed off mood. "I wouldn't know. We've never used them!"

Well, shit I walked right into that one. "I'm going to need a drink if we're going to continue this conversation," I said, rubbing my temples as I passed.

She grabbed me before I got far, remorse on her face. "I'm sorry. A few hours in and we're already fighting."

"We're far more than a few hours in, Baby." She kissed my cheek and then walked before me. I followed her, forever her lap puppy. "If you want me to wear a condom, I will…"

"There's no point now."

"I meant next time…"

"No, I mean… I'm pregnant."

Shock didn't even cover it. I was lucky my ass landed in a chair instead of the floor. "I'm never going to be able to retire." Her mouth twisted into a frown and I hopped up to grab her hard. "I'm kidding! How far along are you? Two months? I'm surprised you lasted a week, it's far more impressive now…"

"I took the test yesterday." A smile, I was unable to contain, slowly broke out on my face. "You said you wanted to know. But I honestly didn't think we would have any more. Not this soon, I'm still weaning Haori off!"

She was flustered, spiraling quickly and I had to hold her up from the floor. "Baby, it's fine. So we're having another kid, more to love."

"I don't think I want more to love."

"Don't say that you're just in shock."

She shook all over and I had to tighten my hold again. "Three is already a lot. Four sounds like… death. Death of my body, our time, rest, and our sex life."

"Hey hey hey, our sex life will survive everything. I'm sure of that. You being pregnant again proves it."

"I just kinda thought… we'd take some time. Be a married couple. But that was a ridiculous thought anyway, we're not a normal married couple."

I got her into a seat just as we hit some turbulence. Her nails dug into my skin, reminding me that this was also her first time in an airplane. Once our world stopped shaking, her head flopped to the side, looking at me. I did the same.

"You know that... no matter what happens, I got you Kagome Tenoe?"

A tired smile stretched on her mouth, closing her eyes. I took in her beautiful, slumbering face for the thousandth time, knowing I would never tire of it or find it any less stunning. "I know. You always have my back. Always."

"Always."

The End

Sorry if I had you worried there! I kinda like doing that, messing with my readers lol. Happy ending though! In more than one way!

Thanks again @inukag-week! This was the best week writing challenge I’ve been apart of. 

#inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fandom #inuyasha x kagome #happy ending #fluff #lemons #inukag #Kagome Higurashi #sango #miroku #sex slave AU #the end

[redviera]

Lazy in Lavender

The mage sat with her travel pack already set for her journey. "I'll be leaving tomorrow morning, just before dawn - it is past time I returned to Gyr Abania. I sold the cabin here, but they don't take possession of it for another three moons. Hopefully you can find a place of your own before then." She reached across the table to take the other woman's hand. "Trej..." she started, then corrected herself. "Trinne, I am sorry how things happened but I'm also sorry to be leaving."

The Viera gave a complicated smile, her fingers tightening for a moment on Sofia's before pushing away. "I have always thought that it was silly to spend time wishing that things were different, especially when you still have to deal with how things are." She paused and reached out for her glass. "I spoke with that merchant you mentioned, Aruna? With her husband passed away, she needs someone to help look after their vineyard. The position includes a cottage I can stay in, so I think I'll take her offer."

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"You're tall!"

The stater of the obvious was a young Hyur boy who had run up to Trinne who then looked down to him. "And you're not. I think you have a bit of growing left though. I'm Trinne and you're Aruna's son, Arjun, right?"

"That's me!  Watch me climb this tree and I'll be taller than you!" The boy ran back off again.

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"It's hard, ever since we lost Sanjay. Not just the vineyard, you've been doing great out there by the way, just everything. You get used to having someone with you and suddenly they're not there. I miss him, Arjun misses him."

Trinne grabbed the wine bottle and refilled their glasses yet again. Both women were lightly drunk and relaxed; Arjun was upstairs asleep. "Trust me, I understand. I wonder if that's why Sofia encouraged me to ask about the job, since we were both recovering."

Aruna bumped her shoulder against the Viera's arm before pulling her glass back. "Recovery? Eh, maybe. Either way I need to.. we both need to be in bed after this. It's late, but you can stay in the house if you like. For now though," she raised her glass up in a toast. "To fresh starts!"

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"Quit squirming!"

The smaller woman had Trinne pinned and was reaching out for  *things*. "Okay, I may have agreed to this, but I was thinking tomorrow or this weekend or. What are you doing with that brush?" The ears bent forward as she sneezed at the cosmetic dust in the air.

"Bless you. Now, we're going to try a few different things and see how they look. Personally, I think just a simple mask of white would look wonderful, very striking. Like a domino or theatre mask."

Trinne gave a sigh and laid back down, her head resting against the blanket there. "I'm not some sort of performer...  damn, I make one comment about scaring off a customer and suddenly I'm your canvas. Fine! Have your way, minx."

Aruna paused for a moment to give Trinne a quick kiss. "I always do," she said with a teasing laugh.

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"We agreed that it would be a private ceremony, of course; things will be easier that way. You're invited, a couple of other friends, but no work. This is for us not for making nice with customers and suppliers."

"Arjun's still not coming?"

"No, he... He idolizes the memory of his father, thinks that we're being shameful." One corner of Trinne's lips sank into a frown. "We were getting along great, but he's 15 now and this may have been too much for him. He will come around in time."

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Twenty-five years of wonder and peace and it seemed a lifetime. We turned the vineyard over to Arjun and he has his own family now. I hear that they have been doing well, but he has not invited me to visit and I will not show up on my own.

I thought that things would get better between us, that he would accept that his mother and I were happy and had no ill will for him or his father. He never did though, which I can understand to a degree. As the years passed, his mother aged, he aged, and it showed. For me, other than the scars on my face which were hidden beneath makeup, there has been almost no mark of time. Aruna never minded, seemed to almost take a joy in it, but he constantly harped upon it. He resented me and blamed me personally as if I was a monstrosity sucking at their vitality.

Outside of the family issues, it was wonderful. Our wine shop was one of the best in Rabanastre and we made easy friends with all types of people. I was amazed by the life and the opulence of the elite, but none of it compared to the simple joys of being with Aruna and sharing my life with hers.

Things were wonderful for those twenty-five years. We were both in our 50s when we heard that the Garlean Empire had turned their sights onto Dalmasca.

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #ffxiv viera

[lannpaige-blog]

NaProWriMo 2019 Prompt List

Day Eleven Prompt: by the earth

PG - Warnings for Talks of Gods.

Characters: Logan, Patton, Virgil, and Roman

Word Count: 1732

No spoilers. This is an AU.

By The Earth

The gods had given up on the earth a long time ago.

Now, once every five earth cycles, flocks of young gods would tail behind their elders and walk around a large human city as a class, their words masked to match those of typical trips human teenagers took.

Logan dresses more formally than his peers - he made the choice of including a collared shirt and necktie - but no roaming human eyes stuck upon him, or any of the others in their group for that matter. They slid off, danced away, distracted by trinkets and toys and talks of their own with others who smiled and laughed and fawned. Logan frowned at the beings. How small they were. How insignificant. They could never know the wonders of the universe beyond what their little sphere allowed. Though their technologies were fascinating, they were primitive, boring, plain, compared to what even the most limited gods could accomplish. No wonder why earth was such a lost cause.

They toured these streets and their elder talked. These were topics Logan was already familiar with, but he took them in again. There was the war before the rise in technology, the god’s choice to walk away, the discussion on humans attempting to become gods with these technologies that they try to create. They would never achieve what the gods could. Why did they try?

They turned into a museum then. The elder’s lecture changed from history to art then. A terrible assortment of framed colors lined the walls. No three-dimensional displays, no weaving of the stars, no clouds of infinite colors. It was flat, painted, drawn, dull, as everything else in this humanized earth had become.

Logan glanced at the pieces one-by-one as the elder droned about the history of art and how much they had yet to accomplish. And, at this rate, how little they would accomplish given the terrible rate at which humanity’s decline was headed. Part of Logan felt bad for these lesser beings. Part of him felt these humans had it coming.

“It looks so good!”

The chime of a voice rose above that of Logan’s elder. The elder did not even pause. The group didn’t stop walking. Logan noticed some heads turn towards the noise, if only to see what caused the disruption in the silence. Logan turned a moment later and peered through a large archway leading into another gallery. The group moved ahead. His own feet stopped.

Inside the gallery was smaller paintings, more intimate things, that appeared far more detailed than the larger pieces that his class had walked by. He allowed his curiosity to move his body through the archway and into that small gallery. Upon entering, the sign that marked the exhibit around him became clear on the metal easel it sat upon.

The Artistic Lyfe Scholarship Winners Logan peered around the gallery. Many of the pieces appeared to be abstracts, similar to those outside the small room, but others, including the one that three people crowded around, appeared to be far more realistic, far more detailed. The one those three crowded around, Logan noticed, was front and center on his left, highlighted by its glorified position. The human that stood in the middle seemed to hop up and down before turning and giving the hunched over human to his left a hug.

“You did amazing, Virgil!” that hugging human said. His voice was identical to the one Logan had heard earlier. He cringed at the volume in that small space, which seemed ot echo off the other paintings.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble,” that hunched over human said in response, his voice far lower.

“Sorry,” the first human said, his voice almost a whisper.

“Patton’s right though,” the third finally said, his voice deeper than the other two, but something about that tone carried well in the space, “This is amazing. No wonder why you won the biggest scholarship. Now I can say the guy who painted all the stage backdrops is going to be a famous artist.”

“You guys are just biased,” the second boy, this Virgil, said.

“The judges weren’t biased,” Roman said. Virgil shrugged. The first boy who spoke looked around. Then his eyes landed on Logan. Eye contact. The boy smiled. Oh no.

“Hey, you’re not biased,” the boy said, then he started approaching. Logan tensed. Human hands grasped his arm and rushed him over to the painting. They stopped. Logan was positioned in front of it, his eyes taking in the piece. The boy hopped up and down next to him. “What do you think?”

In truth, Logan had no opinions on the piece. He did not have negative feelings towards it, like he did with the abstract pieces around the museum, and there was a certain pleasantness to the trees and shadows and figures that were painted upon the canvas, but it was still merely a painting, a human concept, something touched of human hands. Not godly. Logan adjusted his glasses.

“I do not have an opinion of art one way or another,” Logan said simply, grateful that he’d left out human. Perhaps that would be his saving grace.

“Then why are you here?” Virgil asked.

“School trip.”

“Did you get separated from your class?” the hopping boy asked as he stopped his hopping. Logan looked at him and saw a dusting of brown across the boy’s nose and cheeks. How odd. No one ever told Logan humans possessed such marks.

“Yes,” Logan said. “I should be going to find them.”

“We can go with you if you want,” the boy said, “This place is awfully big.”

“I believe I can manage on my own,” Logan answered, “Thank you for your assistance. And if it is any consolation, I doubt the judges of all these pieces would have chosen a painting unworthy of such a high honor. Although I personally do not appreciate art, that does not mean your art is unworthy of the praise it is receiving.”

There was silence. Logan caught Virgil’s eye. There was a touch of shock there, lingering beneath straight bangs. Then his head dipped down and his cheeks started to turn red. Logan felt something in his chest twist.

“Thanks,” the boy murmured.

Logan nodded, though the boy didn’t see it, then he turned and headed towards the archway. Once he was out of their sight, Logan turned the next corner and took a deep breath. He lingered in the shadows there and allowed himself to compose the little frayed nerves he had. When was the last time a god had talked to humans? More importantly, when was the last time a god had come into physical contact with humans? He would have to figure that out.

He head footsteps and he slid further into the shadows. A little more time was all he needed, then he could head back to his peers. Before then, though, he would have to avoid the attention of more people. People that, oddly, sounded like the boys he had just encountered.

“I thought he was pretty,” the first boy said.

“I didn’t say he wasn’t,” replied the one with the deep voice, “I just said he was a little odd. I mean, what kind of man doesn’t appreciate art? Next thing you’ll tell me is the guy doesn’t know anything about acting, and that is a crime for someone that looks that good.”

“Me not seeing Moana the weekend it came out was a crime to you,” Virgil said.

“Because that is a crime!”

“He was really nice to Virgil though, so that has to count for something,” the first boy said. Their voices started to fade as they journeyed further and further away. “We should have got his name.”

“Or his number!” the deep voice said.

“You guys are ridiculous,” Virgil said.

“You liked him, shut up,” the first boy said.

“Even if I did, it’s too late to get anything from him now. He’s gone.”

“Not forever if fate has to say anything about it,” the deep voice said, “Who knows, maybe he’s the prince of one of our dreams, brought to us in this moment by a wish one of us made on one of those fallen stars so many years ago.”

“What do you mean ‘years ago’? You know Patton still wishes on those things.”

“Yeah, but I wish for world peace, not people,” the first boy said.

Logan blinked. A wish for world peace? There was little that wishes did without the will of the strongest gods, but to use every wish on one large thing? That was certainly unusual. So usual, in fact, that Logan found himself wanting to learn more about these wishes of the boy’s. He pulled himself from the shadows and jogged to catch up.

“Excuse me,” he said. The three stopped and turned. The hopping boy, this Patton fellow, grinned at him. Virgil frowned, though Logan could tell that there was something in the man’s presence that was comforted. The last boy gave a one-sided smile of sort. “I apologize for interrupting. I’m afraid you are quite right, this place is rather large. Perhaps, if you don’t mind, you could assist me in finding my class?”

“Of course!” the third boy said, “But first, you have to give us your name. It’s only fair.”

“I am Logan.”

“Logan!” Patton said, “I’m Patton, that’s Virgil, and he’s Roman. It’s nice to meet you!”

They walked and talked for several minutes before the class was discovered. Logan blended right back in with them. He wasn’t sure if his peers knew of his absence. If they had, no one said anything. Yet, he was fully aware of that time away from the other gods, aware of what it brought, aware of the feelings that absence had filled.

Logan left earth that day with his peers.

The next time he came by earth, he came alone. He found the three that were so quick to befriend them and he refused to leave their sides. And sometimes, when he saw a shooting star streak across the sky in his apartment he now shared with Patton, he would also wish for world peace and put his own little power in the world. Maybe, eventually, it would accumulate. Maybe, eventually, gods would come by the earth and praise the peace that was built after years of assuming destruction was inevitable. Maybe.

#sanders sides #ts logan #ts patton #ts virgil #ts roman #logan #patton #virgil #roman #fan work #fan fiction #my fan fiction #naprowrimo #naprowrimo 2019

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Title: A Visit Summary: Mysterion drops in to pay Leopold Stotch a visit. Rating: G Ships: N/A Other: Contains implied/mentioned child abuse. Set in a superhero AU

You can also read this one a03

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He would have rather slipped through the window and snuck up on him. It would have been like old times. Leo probably would have gotten a laugh out of it. Unfortunately, Doctor Timothy had insisted Mysterion enter the mansion properly through the front door as a show of trust.

The butler did not seemed all that surprised at the caped vigilante standing in the doorway. Mysterion didn't even need to flash his Freedom Pal's badge for the man to step aside and usher him in.

"The Master is in his study. Would you like me to lead you there, or would you prefer to sulk through the shadows there yourself?" The butler asked in a less than joking tone. Mysterion didn't answer, instead purposefully walking past into a ray of sunlight cast by a near by window.

The butler must have been one of Leo's old hires. Mysterion wouldn't have been too surprised if the butler hadn't been on the receiving end of one of his attacks back in the day. Most of Leo's personal staff use to members of the Chaos organisation that Leo quickly rebranded and name changed to keep them out of jail.

The butler shut the door and wandered off, leaving Mysterion to his own devices.

In the past, when Mysterion snuck into the mansion, he had to keep close to the walls and duck in and out of doorways to avoid being detected. He would use his unworldly powers to slip from shadow to shadow and distract servants and guards. Now, however, he marched up the large set of stairs and down the hall as if he were a member of the household.

Finally, Mysterion came to a large door. He reached up and rapped his knuckles against the hard wood three times in set rhythm, two quick knocks, a pause, then the final knock.

The over-excited sound of footsteps hurried to the door before it swung inwards.

Leopold Stotch looked at Mysterion with a wide, almost goofy-looking, grin. Green and red paint smeared across his cheek and a streak of navy blue across his forehead with a whole rainbow of oil paint on his artist's smock. His eyes even seemed to sparkle with joy at seeing the hero.

It was hard to imagine this baby-faced man was ever one of the most feared and wanted men in all the United States less than two years ago.

Leo jumped back. "Mysterion, come in, come in! It's so good to see you, buddy! Do you want some tea? One of my staff just brought some, and it's got extra honey and lemon."

"No, but thank you," Mysterion shook his head as he entered the study.  He glanced around. It had been a year and a half now since he, Tupperwear, and Toolshed had come in and removed all the machines and weapons and monitors. Now the walls were lined with stacks of canvas and shelves with jars of paint brushes, chalks, crayons, and all other assortments of art supplies. A single TV was affixed to a wall in the corner with the weather channel playing.

Leo grabbed hold of Mysterion's arm. The hero let himself be tugged along towards an easel. The before mentioned tea sat steaming on a small table next to it.

"You have to see my latest painting." Leo took the canvas from the easel and held it in front of him. Pride beamed from his face. The piece in Leo's hand was a mess of colors and different textures, greens and blues and whites, and Mysterion couldn't for the life of him tell what it was suppose to be or if that was the point.

Mysterion frowned. He didn't grow up in a house hold that really appreciated the finer things, modern art being one of them. The closest thing he could recall print of Jesus in a fancy frame his mother had gotten from some free store or another.

"Its...nice." Mysterion commented. "I like that...green diamond pattern."

Leo laughed. "Ok, you just gotta see it with the others, silly!" He ran past Mysterion and began to pick out some other canvases. As he set them next to each other on the floor, a picture began to appear before Mysterion's very eyes: an emerald dragon nestled among the clouds over looking a castle and forest.

Mysterion whistled, impressed. "You painted all this?"

"Yup!" Leo grinned. "Took a while to figure out what parts to put where, but I did it!" He stepped closer to Mysterion. "I'm donating it to a children's hospital next week. Think the kids will like it? Or is the dragon too scary?"

"They'll love it," Mysterion replied softly.  

The two stood in silence. Mysterion gazed at the paintings, trying to take in the smaller details Leo had hidden. So far he found a blue birds nest in the trees and a little family walking along a path towards the castle.  As he gazed upon the blue-grey stone of the castle, Mysterion noticed a figure in the tower window. Careful not to disturb the paintings, he walked around to get a better look.

"Is that...?"

"Yup." Leo joined him and crouched. "It's Charlotte. I saw her on the news recently." He reached out and gently brushed his fingers over the woman in the window with a heavy sigh.

Charlotte had been his fiance, until he was finally arrested for his villainous crimes. At first, she had stayed with him, proclaiming Leo couldn't be Professor Chaos, that he was being framed, but soon the constant media attention and rumors finally drove her away. The last Mysterion had heard of her was from an interview she gave saying that she hoped Leo got the help he needed.

Leo fell back on his heels. "Hey, Mysterion, can I, um, ask you a question?"

"Of course," Mysterion replied.

Leo rested his head on his knees, not looking up at the hero. "Do...do you think it'll ever be enough? Will I finally stop feeling guilty for all I've done one day or is this," he paused to gesture to the paintings, "all for nothing?"

Mysterion pursed his lips before going down to his knees. He placed a hand on Leo's arm but didn't speak.

"Sometimes," Leo whispered, gripping his legs, "I wish they just had thrown me in jail. I wish my lawyers weren't as good. I hate them for that." He gritted his teeth. "I hated how they played up how badly my parents treated me and made me cry at the stand. I hated how they kept acting like the doctor who said I had dissociative identity disorder was right when I know he was a lair." Bitterness seeped into Leo's words. "I ain't got D.I.D.. Chaos isn't another personality of mine that I didn't know about. He is me. I am him. We both deserve to be punished for everything we did."

Mysterion reached out and pried Leo's hand off his leg before he hurt himself.

"I know, Leo." Mysterion said, slowly. "But maybe there is something to all that. Not that you have D.I.D., but that maybe you and Chaos aren't the exact same person." At this, Leo swung his head around and met Mysterion's eyes.

Mysterion took a breath and chose his words carefully. "The Professor Chaos I knew always owned up to being a villain. He never denied that what he was doing was against the law but, he always said he shouldn't be punished for it. Chaos said he was doing the world a favor. That it was the lack of chaos in our society that made us so lazy and sedentary." He squeezed Leo's wrist. "He didn't feel any guilt for what he did. But you, Leo, you do. That's how I know you two aren't the same. Professor Chaos is gone. He's dead, and he's not holding you back from your growth like he's done for years. Do you understand?"

Leo swallowed. A layer of moisture covered his eyes, and he had to blink from tearing up. After a moment, Leo blew his nose against his smock and turned back to the painting.

"You know, there is another person I know in this painting." Leo leaned forward and grabbed a canvas from the middle. He sat back on his bottom with the canvas propped up against his knees. It was part of the scene of the sky and clouds. He turned the painting towards Mysterion.

"Can you see him?"

Mysterion narrowed his eyes, scanning the painting. After a moment, he pointed. "There?" He asked. It looked like a person, a child, sleeping, their head resting against the dragon's foot. The child's hands rested over their stomach with a peaceful expression on their face.

Leo nodded.  "Yeah, he's...an old friend of mine who passed away a long time ago." He pressed his fingers against the canvas. "He died at the hospital this is all going to. The doctors tried all they could to save him, but it couldn't be helped." Leo shook his head. "I hated seeing him waste away like he did."

Mysterion pursed his lips. After a heartbeat, he asked, "What's his name?"

Leo sighed. "His name was Kenny. We were only nine, and get he was diagnosed with muscular dystrophy."

Mysterion took in a sharp breath that caused Leo to look towards him with a concerned expression. He coughed into his hand. "Sorry, I...someone very close to me passed from that same thing. I know how hard it is."

Leo's expression soften, and he turned back to the painting. "I'm sorry I brought it up then."

"Don't be. People get sick, and people die, that's...that's just how the world works."

Unless they’re me, Mysterion added to himself. He pushed the thought and the guilt away. Until he finally joined Freedom Pals and started to live full time at the estate, he had been faking his death and relocating himself over and over. It had been the only way to keep everyone he cared about safe from his growing rogue gallery. His drawn out battle with muscular dystrophy had only been the first.

'Kenny' needed to die for 'Mysterion' to raise.

For split second, the truth pressed against Mysterion's teeth. He had to swallow to keep the words from escaping. Leo didn't need to know about their shared past. It would only hurt him more.

"Heya, Mysterion." Leo whispered, almost inaudibly, "Think they would let me take flowers to his grave? Or would that break my parol?"

Mysterion let out a shake breath he prayed Leo didn't notice. "I'll see if I can pull some strings and let you go, even if I have to escort you there myself."

Leo's eyes grew wide. He stared at Mysterion. He didn't try to blink the tears away this time.

"Thank you, Mysterion."

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AN: This was for a gen challenge from a facebook group but i misread the information and this doesn’t meet the criteria, so yeah its just a normal fic now. Also, the wiki mentioned Butters is really artistic, and I'm sad that doesn't get brought up much. :(

#south park #fanficiton #butters stotch #kenny mccormick #mysterion #sp #one shot #Michelle writes stuff

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Superboy and the Invisible Girl

Dad!TonyxReader

Peter ParkerxReader Friendship

Word Count: 2,420

A/N: This got a lot longer than I thought it would be. If you haven’t listened to ‘Superboy and the Invisible Girl’ from the play ‘Next To Normal’, there’s a link. I don’t really write very sad stuff often, but I’ve been on an Aaron Tveit kick so hard this week and this is one of my faves from him and it’s sad so I was like yes. I definitely recommend y’all give all his stuff a listen tho. Anyway, here’s a sad Dad Tony story.

Superboy and the Invisible Girl Son of steel and daughter of air He's a hero, a lover, a prince She's not there

He was Superboy. Ever since he was brought into your life, that’s what he was. The hero boy, with so much heart. The boy was like a prince to your father, and you, you were just not there. You were the Invisible Girl if there ever was one. He was as solid steel, and you were like the air, there but not important enough to even think about it.

Superboy and the Invisible Girl Everything a kid oughtta be He's immortal, forever alive Then there's me

Peter Parker was perfect. He was all that you weren’t. Something Tony Stark appreciated. He finally had someone under his wing. He finally had a kid that could keep up with him, that was ready for whatever he threw at him. Peter was everything Tony’s child should be. Smart, and charming; and someone good enough to keep the Stark legacy going.

I wish I could fly And magically appear and disappear I wish I could fly I'd fly far away from here

You packed a bag countless times, and every time you put everything back. There was no way you could actually leave. You had nowhere you could go that he wouldn’t find you. That you could get away with going without some bodyguard having to follow you or a trail being left behind. You wished you had powers, ones that could take you away from here. So you could just disappear, it could be like you were never there in the first place. It wasn’t like he knew you were there anyway, but there was no clean get away. No way to fly from this place. You were a caged bird that couldn’t be seen.

Superboy and the Invisible Girl He's the one you wish would appear He's your hero forever, your son He's not here, I am here

Confrontations with your father were worse than him ignoring you.

You had asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to add the art expo you were headlining into his schedule. You didn’t expect him to show, you tried to not be disappointed when he didn’t.

You went back home that night with only two leftover paintings. It was a good night in your book.

Well it was until you got home. The second the elevator doors opened you were surprised by the music and the team being well into a party. You tried to just move along and go to your room, normally it wasn’t a problem, but was like Peter had a way to make your father remember your existence.

“Hey, Y/N,” Peter called happily, sending a wave your way.

This earned you the attention of the other team members, who also greeted you, as well as your dad’s.

You were content to continue on your way after politely saying hello to the group.

Tony however, decided against that. He headed towards you, causing you to stop. “Where were you?” He asked, his tone low enough for the other’s to not be able to catch the slight annoyance in his voice. “I told you tonight was Peter’s birthday party.”

For a second you remembered F.R.I.D.A.Y. informing you about it, but you hadn’t thought much into it since you were so busy preparing for the expo. You tried to ignore the familiar sting inside as you frowned at him. “Okay,” You responded, turning away from him. You weren’t going to do this here and now. If he wanted to talk about you not being here for Peter’s party, he could talk to you not in front of everyone else. Because you weren’t sure you’d be able to refrain from a fight.

Tony followed as you stormed off down the hall.

You weren’t even to your room yet and he was calling for you to stop. You turned on your heels. “What?” You asked. “Don’t you have more important things to be doing? Like being at your son’s party?”

Tony’s frown deepened at you. “I asked you where you were tonight.”

You glared at him. “I’d ask you the same thing but I already got my answer.”

“Excuse me?” He asked, not believing the attitude you were giving him.

You shook your head at him, dropped your paintings at his feet and continued to your door. “Glad your /son’s/ birthday was more important than the expo I’ve been working on for the past four Goddamn years of college, /dad/.”

Tony kept after you, after casting a glance down at the paintings at his feet. “Maybe had you told me about it,” he snapped.

You had just gotten your door open, but you weren’t fast enough to escape him. You didn’t turn to look at him. You knew you would lose all control if you looked at him. You let out a bitter laugh. “I did, then I made F.R.I.D.A.Y. put it in your calendar, which means when you were planning Peter’s party, you ignored it. It’s fine, I knew you wouldn’t be there, but don’t you dare come at me like I had to be here, when you /didn’t even/ tell me it was a thing. I get it dad, he’s the one you want. He might as well be your son, it’s not like your actual child means anything to you.”

You know that's not true You're our little pride and joy, our perfect plan You know I love you I love you as much as I can

Tony’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what you were saying to him.

He was so stunned he couldn’t stop you from entering your room. He stared at your door, trying to process what you told him.

He finally stepped to your door, not trying to open it, he spoke through. “How could you think that’s true?” he asked. “You mean everything to me, Y/N. You’re my pride and joy. I love you.”

You stood with your back to the door. Tears streamed down your face. The pain he caused you was unbearable. You shook your head before reopening the door, the look on your face was filled with such disgust, Tony couldn’t understand how you were giving him this look. “You don’t love me. I’m a fucking standard score bracket, so long as Superboy does better than me in everything, he’s the one that’s your fucking pride and joy. He’s your perfect plan, I was the accident you got stuck with.”

Take a look at the Invisible Girl Here she is clear as the day Please look closely and find her Before she fades away

The look on your father’s face held nothing but unfamiliarity. He always thought he knew you, but in this moment, you weren’t that happy little girl he knew before anymore.

You knew the realization was finally settling in him. “If you actually thought of me as a daughter you’d treat me like one. You’d stop pretending. I’m not what you want me to be, and Peter is, and instead of accepting that you shoved me aside for something better. Well I can’t be the Invisible Girl anymore. I suggest you figure out what you want before I fade away for good.”

You shut the door in his face and locked it. You slid down the door with a sob.

Superboy and the Invisible Girl Son of steel and daughter of air He's a hero, a lover, a prince She's not there x4

Tony wasn’t sure how long he was stuck there, but he jumped when Peter was suddenly speaking.

“Everything okay, Mr. Stark?” He asked, he was almost to him, holding the painting’s you’d left on the floor.

Tony looked at him, the cause of most of your pain, it was then he really realized exactly what you were talking about. Seeing Peter made him realize what standards he held Peter in. Seeing the paintings in Peter’s hands made him realize what standards he held you to. He was sick to him stomach.

“These are amazing,” Peter said, looking at the paintings.

Tony couldn’t remember the last time he saw any of your art. In fact he had the passing thought that the few pieces of work you had put up places in the tower were no longer there. He looked at the works Peter was holding up.

The first was a 36x48 sized painting of the view out of the back of their house in California, well what used to be. It was beautiful, the soft oranges and reds of the sky and the blue water made him wish to be back in that place. They were such simpler times before any of this.

The second was much smaller, a 16x20 canvas. He knew that as well. You had taken it from a picture. It was of the two of you. Tony was holding you against his shoulder in his arms, one hand on your butt and the other on your back. Most of his face was in your small shoulder. It was such a peaceful sight. He’d been dancing with you and you’d fallen asleep in his arms.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter started, pulling him from his thoughts. He was frowning at him. He couldn’t lie, he’d heard your conversation. He was going to check on the two of you, but he couldn’t help but hear all of it, even being a good distance back.

“Yeah?” He asked, quietly.

“I think it’d be best to let her cool down for a bit…,” He suggested.

Tony gave a curt nod.

Peter gave his shoulder a pat as he walked past him. He didn’t follow him though. He took a few steps further down the hall, before taking a deep breath and knocking on your door.

You jumped slightly at the knock, of course you didn’t answer though. You were done speaking to him, he had nothing he could say to make things better.

“Y/N,” Peter said, quietly. He waited for you to answer but you didn’t. He heard you sniffle and he sighed. “I-I know your against the door, can you please let me in?”

“Go away,” You told him.

“I thought you might want your paintings,” He said, hoping that would get you.

You knew he wasn’t going to go away, so you got up and opened the door. You took them from him and it took everything in you to not snap them in half. Instead you threw them to the floor. You went to close the door on him, but of course he stopped you.

“Please,” Peter said, offering the best comforting look he could.

You rolled your eyes and walked away from the door.

He followed you in.

“What?” You asked, trying to urge him to the point so you could just be alone again. You made yourself busy, throwing some of your paints into their correct bins by your desk.

Peter sighed. He settled on getting right to what he wanted to say, knowing you would just get more upset if he beat around the bush. “Okay, first I’m sorry for kind of eavesdropping. Second, I’m sorry that he can’t just accept who you are. I can’t talk for him, so I’m not going to try to get you to forgive him. It was really shitty of him to do this tonight, and to treat you the way he does all the time. I’m sorry I’m the one that stole your place. I didn’t mean to, I’d give him back in a heartbeat if it meant he’d stop doing this to you. I see the looks on your face, I-I’m sorry I never said anything before now, but you don’t deserve to feel this way. You’re so amazing and-and your art is so good, I wish he could see it like I do. Had I known you had an event tonight I would have gone, instead of this party.”

You finally looked at him, surprised he said all that he had. But you settled on that he just had to be the hero. “Like you actually care about any of this. You’re my problem Peter, if-if you just never came into our lives, at least I’d still be his kid, a big disappointment, but at least it’d be me. Instead he gets everything he wanted and what? I get cast aside? And you think you can just say sorry and that makes this all okay?”

“N-No!” Peter tried to reason. “I-I just…,” He sighed. “I think you’re wonderful and that your dad can’t see it and I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you, okay? That’s my point. Maybe on the science end I’m what your dad needed, just someone he could talk to, but I can be that for you too. I’ve wanted to be friends with you since we met but there’s just never been a good time for me to say that. But I am now, and I want you to talk to me about this. You deserve to have someone listen to you, especially when you feel like no one can see you. I can always see you, Y/N, you’re the one that always stands out to me.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. It hurt so much. Here the person you’d be so jealous of for the past few years of your lives was offering to help you. “Why would you want that?”

“Because I like you,” Peter told you. “Please, we don’t have to talk right now or anything, but just promise if you need someone to just make you feel like you’re listened to and that you’re not invisible, you’ll talk to me.”

You weren’t sure why he was doing this, or what made you decide to agree, but you were thinking it might have to do with the emotions his eyes held. You could feel that he wanted to help, and he seemed ready to do anything, and somehow he knew what you needed.

Over time, things managed to get better. Once you were able to talk things in your mind through with someone else, you could gradually figure things out with your dad. It wasn’t easy, and he was so unbelievably sorry.

You might still not be everything your father wished you could be, but you were no longer the Invisible Girl, all thanks to Superboy.

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