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quitealotofsodapop · 8 months

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Where did the idea that Macaque and PIF are swirn siblings come from? I've seen it in a few other fics and while I'm not in any way against it I am curious. Is it just fannon or is there evidence for it in either the show or the original text? And how did the two of them meet in your au?

I believe it's a popular fanon idea. I think it spawned from the fact that Wukong and DBK are canonically sworn brothers, and thus Macaque and PIF would have interacted back in the day through the Brotherhood - both were/are not looked upon the best by the leaders of the Brotherhood, so they may have found friendship in one another. They are also both cool af characters that sadly never interacted in the show proper.

Macaque ( -_-)/\(-_- ) PIF: Being bad b*tches with wind powers and impulsive spouses who got trapped under a mountain for 400+ years.

In "The Monkey King and the Infant" au they're sworn/adoptive siblings due to mutual past history, even before The Brotherhood. They met as young children (an incident where little Princess Tieshan stole her big sister's bag of wind and got stranded on the moon), and later became eachother's confidants when they reunited as teens (Macaque becoming PIF's attendant). When the Brotherhood started up, Macaque accidentally introduced PIF and DBK while sneaking out for a meeting. When PIF was disowned by her family for falling in love with a demon; Macaque was one of very few from her old life that stayed by her side. They supported eachother emotionally through thick and thin - SWK being imprisioned + his and Macaque's breakup, PIF's banishment and troubles having a child etc...

Then Macaque "died".

And so PIF lost the closest to a little brother she ever had.

DBK finding out about Macaque's death (or whatever version someone spun about it), combined with Red Son being taken away by Guanyin after the Samadhi Fire ritual, is partially what drove him into a rage + his own imprisonment under a mountain. And so Princess Iron Fan was left (almost) completely alone for roughly 400+ years. It's no wonder why she fcking hates SWK's guts.

By the time of the fic start, she straight up decides "fck this I'm taking my kid back and finding a way to remove the staff. I ain't waiting around on earth alone anymore."

Then a month or so later she recieves a knock on her door;

Macaque: "Hey, jiejie [big sis]. I uh... kinda got revived???" PIF: "...how and why?!" Macaque: "No idea [lie]. Ok, long story short; Wukong knocked me up-" PIF: "THAT SON OF A BIT-" Macaque: "Yeah I was mad too. We're kinda *still* on a break right now so can I crash here until... I dunno either he apologizes, I stop being mad at him, or you know... forever?" PIF, (trying to hide tears of joy): "Forever sounds like just long enough."

The emotional reunion is interuppted by toddler Red Son charging head-first (bull calf style) into Macaque out of excitement.

After realising that his sworn uncle is very upset with the Monkey King; Red Son declares war on Sun Wukong and later secretly begins devising a plan to kidnap him and force him to lift the staff. PIF thinks its adorable how protective Red Son is over them, while Macaque is reading the kid's revenge corkboard like "Oh dang, he's really going for it. I'm so proud of him. Wait... is this what having a kid feels like??"

When SWK shows up looking for Macaque, PIF pretty much wind-fan kicks his ass straight out of the mountain. Cue Wukong thinking he has to do something; Big, Dumb, Dangerous, and Extremely Hearfelt in order to get back into both Macaque's and PIF's good graces...

Small spoilers:

Macaque, extremely touched but confused af: "Peaches, I would have accepted an apology and some flowers!" PIF, non-stop cuddling DBK since he got back: "Not me. This barely gets Wukong off my hit list."

Its a huge thing. The citizens of Diyu are shooken. By the end of it, the fam is extremely confused but happy to be reunited. Red Son declares it his first ever evil victory.

#the monkey king and the infant au #the monkey king and the infant #lmk shadowpeach au #lmk princess iron fan #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #lmk demon bull king #lmk red son #lmk ironbull #shadowpeach #Macaque and Princess Iron Fan are Sworn Siblings #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk backstory hcs #lmk character hcs #lmk tmkati au story events #lmk demon bull family #lmk dbk #lmk pif

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melonsmysteriousmonarchy · 2 years

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draco malfoy x reader ~ he comforts you

Summary: you are Harry's twin sister, you are being bullied, Draco calms you down; and together with his friends, he stops the bullies

you comfort him - part two

Draco Lucius Malfoy. Son of Narcissa & Lucius Malfoy. Born on June 5th, 1980. Sorted into Slytherin in 1995. He also happens to be my twin brother's enemy but also my boyfriend. You may be wondering who I am? I am (Y/N) Lily Potter. (A/N: The middle name is Lily since Harry's middle name is James, you can change if you want to!) I am the (older/younger) twin of Harry James Potter. We are known as the Chosen Twins and the Twins Who Lived. We were separated after our parents were killed. Since I have (reddish-brown/brown-red) hair & my father's eyes, I was sent to live with Weasleys while my brother was sent to live with our uncle & aunt, Mr Vernon & Mrs Petunia Dursley. I don't even know why Aunt Petunia married Vernon but oh well. At least I didn't have to live with either of them, my brother calls me lucky or that.

(A/N: Bunch of author notes ik, don't remind me, but me & my mom were having this conversation in the car one day before my school. If Harry was to have a twin & she/he were to have Lily's hair, then she could easily fit in with the Weasleys & then found out her brother was Harry at Hogwarts. Also the younger twin wouldn't have been targeted as Harry would've been! It would be a different story if they were in the same room & they both became horcruxes but still! Also they should've had a better back up plan! If James was so good friends with Sirius, he should've contacted Remus & been like "Hey, if we die, can you take care of our son?" NVM that, back to the imagine!)

I ended up joining the Hogwarts at the same time as Ronald Weasley or Ron and we met Harry. They introduced me to Harry, we became best of friends, and then it happened... I was sorted into (Y/H) (A/N: Please try not to do Gryffindor!! If you want to, fine! But for this story, I would prefer to do Slytherin or even Hufflepuff, thanks!) and I met Draco Malfoy. The pureblood. To my surprise, he didn't bully me like he did to my friends and we became friends. Flash forward to 3rd year, I met his parents and then we started dating. We told my brother and my "fake siblings", they accepted. They weren't obviously happy that I was dating a foe of theirs but I don't care. Harry watches us a hawk though and makes sure that Draco is never hurting me. I love him for that but calm down!! Draco hasn't hurt me, Harry!!

There's a secret that I've been keeping from them though, I've been bullied/tormented since my 1st year. These group of players from the Slytherin Quidditch team have been hurting me since I was in 1st year and they were in 2nd year. I'm scared to tell my brother because I'm afraid he's not going to believe me and I'm scared to tell Draco because I don't know what he's going to do them. When I mean by bullying; I mean by using the cruciatus curse on me, shoving me the wall, kicking/beating me until I bleed, mentally abusing me, tearing me down, making me think I'm not worth it, one of the guys even assaulted me, and so much more. I'm hoping Draco doesn't kill them. We are now in the 6th year and they have been hurting me even more now since I'm 16 like Harry.

"Stop whining, you little b****!!!" One of the girls, Samantha Rodney, said kicking me in my stomach making me cough up blood. "W-Why a-are y-y-you d-doing t-this?!" I asking, crying out as one of the boys picked me up by the throat and slammed me against the wall. "Because your worthless. Your nothing but a weakling compared to your brother! At least your brother doesn't whine and scream like you do! Besides, one day you'll fix it all up and end it all. We will be laughing the whole time you do it." Adrian Zucker, one of the popular boys, said tightening his hand around my neck making me gasp for breath. "P-Please!!" I said, turning a light purple as I was trying to his arm to let me go. "Come on, Zucker. This little wench is even worth your time. Besides, we have other things to deal with." Bryce Roberts said and Adrian glared before dropping me to the ground. I landed on my knees and gasped, coughing to get air in. He kicked me in the face one last time before they all walked away laughing. I sat against the hard white brick wall of the hallway, holding onto my throat, and closing my ears feeling tears about to burst at any given time.

Why were did they doing this to me? Am I really that worthless? Am I a weakling? Does no one care about me? I thought as tears leaked through the bottoms of my eyelashes and started pouring down my light red face. I grabbed my mini mirror out my pocket of my black cotton robes and pulled it away from my face to see my complexion. My face was now a light red, translucent tears were pouring down my light rosy red cheeks, I had blood on the right corner of my mouth, I had a huge black eye, my eyebrow was torn up, my neck had a big dark purple handprint, and so much more. I've had it with them taking control over my life. It's time to get it back. There's one person who can help deal with those Slytherins. Luckily, it was between third period and lunch. I heard chuckling nearby and instantly recognized two groups. The first group was my brother, Harry; his friends, Hermione & Ron; Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, the Weasley twins, Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, Seamus Dean, & a few more. The second group was Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaze Zabini, Theodore Nott, and my boyfriend. The person I need the most. Draco Malfoy.

I got up off the ground and gently wiped my tears but they were still going. I looked down slightly at the ground and walked past my brother's group. "(Y/N)!! Come here!!" Harry yelled but I kept rushing over to Draco and his friends. I could tell Draco was looking at me and smiling when I was walked closer. "There is the woman of hour. Are you okay, sweetheart?" He asked. "Just come with me..." I mumbled, grabbing onto his tie, and pulling him with me down the hall. "Woah! Slow down a bit, I can't catch up!" Draco said and I moved my hand down his arm to grab his hand. I kept pulling him until we found our spot. It was a secluded corner in the castle. There were a bunch of big bay windows with concrete in front of the window so we could sit down. We always came here for talks or just to comfort each other, away from everybody. I wish this would be a better time to talk to him in this corner but unfortunately, I need to tell him. Hopefully, he doesn't tell my brother...

"Sweetheart, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you all day, plus you just pulled me away from our friends and I can tell it wasn't for a good thing. You've also been quiet these past couple of months and you know I hate secrets. Can you please tell your prince what's wrong so he can help his princess?" Draco asked, grabbing my arms. I stifled back holding my tears as I looked up and saw the horror on his face but I couldn't. He probably thinks I'm so hideous... "What the hell happened to you? Who did this?!" He asked, angrily putting his hands on both of my cheeks. I flinched and closed my eyes. "I'm not mad at you, calm down. Tell me who did this." He said. We sat there for the next almost an hour as I told everything about Samantha, Adrian, and the others. I could tell he was getting angrier by the second but he didn't want to freak me out with his angry reaction. "I know, you think I'm hideous and worthless. I'm sorry that you have the worst girlfriend ever-" He cut me off by kissing me on the lips. I winced when he touched my scar but I kissed back, holding onto his collar.

"Don't you ever say that about my beautiful princess again. You are no way worthless. You are no way in hell hideous. You are the most gorgeous girl I have met in my entire life. I don't know what Rodney or Zucker have put in your head to make you think I'm not going to love but the truth is out. I have loved ever since our 1st year and we are going to get married after we finish at Hogwarts. I will make sure that Rodney and Zucker will never hurt you again." Draco said and I smiled before hugging him tearfully. He wrapped his arms around me and cupped the back of my head. "I've got you, sweetheart. I always have and I forever will."

3rd Person POV

"What happened this time, Malfoy?" Theodore asked as Draco came up looking angry. "We're going to need Granger & Potter for this." Draco said and Hermione came closer with Harry once they heard their name. "Need something?" Hermione asked. "We might need help from you guys on this one. It's with (Y/N)."

The next day as (Y/N) was getting her wounds treated by Nurse Pomfrey, she watched as Samantha and Adrian were brought in. They looked like they had bloody noses and something broken. "What happened?" Nurse Pomfrey asked. "Mr Malfoy, Ms Granger, & Mr Potter did this since they messed with Ms Potter." Severus Snape, head of Slytherin house, said walking out of the room. "You stay here. I'll finish with you once your wounds are dry." Pomfrey said and (Y/N) nodded. Draco and Harry came in a few minutes later before hugging their girlfriend/sister. "So you beat them up, huh?" She asked and they laughed. "Had to get them back." Draco said, kissing her forehead. "I love you both." She said. "We love you too." Harry said, kissing her cheek.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy comfort #draco malfoy one shot

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sincerelyella · 3 years

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My Person (Liam x MC)

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Song Inspiration: My Person by Spencer Crandall

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella) Summary: A one shot of my favorite couple - it’s Liam and Ella’s anniversary and there are big plans in store.

A/N: Okay, I’m gonna be very honest, I am super nervous about posting again. I wrote this maybe last week and kind of finished it earlier today. Thank you to those that I vented to about actually posting my stories, not sure why I feel really sick right now. New blog name (used to be @callmeellabella), new post LOL and I didn’t really know who to tag since it’s been a long time so I’m using my old list. Please let me know if you want off.

A/N2: Participating in @wackydrabbles this week. Prompt will be in bold.

Thank you @alyssalauren and @ofpixelsandscribbles for reading through this for me and kind of handing me that invisible paper bag for me to breathe in. Love y'all!

Warnings: Fluffs. A lot of fluffs.

Words: 1658

Isaiah and Noelle grinned as they filmed their parents in the seat in front of them, holding hands. After 15 years of marriage, Liam and Ella were the epitome of the best partners to each other and parents to their children. There were rough times, of course, you can’t escape those, but the King and Queen handled things in stride.

Noelle’s eyes filled with tears when she watched her dad lift her mom’s hand to his mouth and kiss her knuckles. The way he looked at Ella, like she was the only woman in the world, made Noelle have very high standards for a future partner for herself.

Isaiah grew up knowing how you were supposed to treat a woman, and it was all modeled from how his dad treated his mom. At 15 years old, he grew up in the public eye, but thankfully, his parents allowed him to have a normal childhood. The only time there was mention of royalty was a gala or a ball held at the palace; his Uncle Leo, Max, and Drake as well as his Aunt Olivia and parents all dressed up.

It was their parent’s anniversary that day and Liam had planned a family dinner, just the four of them.

One week ago

“Hey guys,” Liam smiled as he watched his kids sitting at the kitchen island doing homework.

“Hey, dad.” “Hi, daddy.”

Liam hung his keys on the wall by the door and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Next week is mine and your mother’s anniversary.”

Noelle and Isaiah stopped what they were doing and met their father’s gaze.

“I … was hoping you could help me with something,” his brows rounded as he stared at them.

“Sure, what did you need?” Noelle asked.

Isaiah chewed his bottom lip. “No pranks though, right dad?”

Liam chuckled, remembering that anniversary and how it went … so wrong. “No, son. No pranks. Plus, your Uncle Maxwell is not invited until later.”

Present-day

“Guys, we’re here,” Liam turned to Noelle and Isaiah and widened his eyes at them, the two nodding back with small smiles. Ella missed the entire silent exchange as she climbed out of the black SUV after Bastien opened her door.

Everyone piled into the restaurant, all of them laughed and cried as the kids asked for a cake to be presented to their parents to celebrate their special day.

“How beautiful,” Ella wiped her tears away as she gazed at the red velvet bundt cake covered in cream cheese frosting. “Was this your doing?” She turned to her husband as he smiled.

“No, love, that was them,” he gestured towards Noelle and Isaiah.

“Thank you,” she used a tissue to dab at both her eyes.

“Fifteen years is a long time to be married, ma,” Isaiah dimpled as he looked from his mom to his dad. “Now hurry up and eat it so that we can have a piece!”

The family laughed and dug into the cake. An hour later, they slowly stood from the table, grumbling about how full they were.

“Oh God, why didn’t you stop me?” Isaiah smacked his sister in the arm.

Noelle glared at her brother and punched him in the arm. “It’s not my fault you ate like you never saw food before.”

“Why did you say that?” Isaiah whined.

Liam and Ella walked behind their children, smirking at each other.

“They’re so dramatic,” Ella snorted.

“Wonder who they got that from?” Liam arched a brow at his wife.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Your Majesty.”

“Love,” Liam waited until she turned to look at him. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Where? What is it?”

“Come on,” he tugged on her hand and led her out of the restaurant and into the waiting SUV.

“Where are we going?”

“Ma, just wait, we’ll get there in a minute,” Noelle giggled in the back seat.

“You guys know too?” Ella looked from her son to her daughter and back again. “Liam?”

“Just relax, love, we’ll be there soon,” he squeezed her hand and laughed as her nose wrinkled in annoyance.

A few minutes later, Bastien turned into a small, private area for vehicles to park. “We’re here,” he said and turned to smirk at Ella. “Your Majesty, we’re going to blindfold you.”

“You’re … what?!”

Isaiah cackled as he leaned forward to wrap a scarf around his mother’s eyes.

“That’s blocking my nose,” Ella complained. “I can’t breathe.”

“You can breathe out of your mouth.”

“Isaiah Alexander,” she said sternly and he jumped.

“Sorry mom,” he mumbled as he fixed the scarf so it only covered her eyes.

“Okay,” Liam opened the door to her side of the SUV. “Come on, love, I’m carrying you to our destination.”

Ella let out a long sigh and reached up to feel her husband’s neck. She allowed him to carry her bridal style to … wherever they were going. When her family got like this it was usually because of her husband, who loved to take her places to surprise her. She didn’t mind, honestly, but it was annoying when everyone was in on it except for her.

“We’re almost there, love, I promise,” she felt Liam kiss the top of her head and she snuggled into his shoulder.

“Hey, I got a picture from Uncle Max!” Noelle opened the message and gasped.

Isaiah reached for his sister’s phone. “Is it another picture of him and his peacock Lady and the Tramping some spaghetti?”

Everyone began to laugh.

“I can’t believe that damn thing didn’t peck his eye out,” Ella snorted.

“That thing still scares the crap out of me,” Noelle said as her fingers flew over the keys.

“We’re here,” Liam smiled as he began to step down onto the large rocks towards the private beach.

“Don’t drop me, Liam,” Ella said as she lifted her nose to the air. “I smell the ocean.” She felt her husband lower her to the ground. “What now? I’m still wearing this.”

A moment of silence and some giggling in the distance made Ella furrow her brows.

“Okay, take off the scarf, love.”

Ella quickly undid the knot and opened her eyes; she faced the ocean. “Liam, what-”

“Turn around.”

As she did, she saw her husband on one knee, her children behind him in the distance carrying an old 1989 boombox, the song My Person by Spencer Crandall playing.

I was lookin' for a long time

I never found nobody like you

I got your name, got your number

And we talked 'til they turned on the lights

“A boombox?”

Liam smirked. “You made me watch Sixteen Candles.”

“Oh yeah,” she chuckled. “Liam,” Ella had tears streaming down her face and she wiped them away quickly. “Wh-what is this?”

He took hold of her free hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Love, it’s our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We married that long ago.”

She nodded, the lump on her throat making it difficult for her to speak.

“But we were together before that,” he smiled up at her. “I met you and I was done for, I haven't looked at anyone else since. You came to my social season, I chose you, we were engaged for a year, and then here we are.”

My person

My heartbeat

My slow dance

My Sunday-morning-sippin'-on-coffee in bed

My know-when-you-know best friend

“You’re my person,” Liam bit his bottom lip to control his emotions. “You and the kids are my everything, and you know I’d give all this up for you if you asked.”

“We don’t want that though!” Noelle yelled and they all laughed.

“Ella Brooks Rys, I wanted to ask you if you would remarry me,” he reached into his pocket, pulled out a black velvet box, and opened it. “Renew our vows and our commitment to each other.”

The box held three rings, an emerald-shaped, 6-carat diamond solitaire in the middle, and one plain platinum band on each side of it. One was engraved with Isaiah Alexander and the other with Noelle Marie.

“Of course,” Ella choked out as Liam smiled and the kids jumped up and down.

My saving grace, my everything

I’ve never been more sure that you’re my person

Every minute is a long time

If I ain’t holding on to you

Liam pushed all three rings onto her finger. “You ready, Mrs. Rys?”

“I am, Mr. Rys,” she pulled her husband to her and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Ew, gross!” “Stop! This is not part of the plan!”

“Congratulations!”

Ella was surprised by that last one and turned towards the sound. All of their friends and family were there on the beach, smiling at them.

“What are-”

“You guys are renewing your vows!” Leo hollered and lifted a bottle of champagne in the air. “Let’s get this going so we can get druuuunk!”

“Leo!” Liam snapped at his brother.

“I mean, I’m ready when you are.”

Hana and Olivia rushed towards Ella and hugged her. “Were you surprised?”

“I was,” Ella sniffled. “You guys all knew?”

“Yup!”

“My little blossom! You are so beautiful! Let me see the rings!”

Ella gave Max her left hand.

“Whatever you do, don’t let Beaumont touch it. I’m sure he’s got lasagna all under his fingernails,” Drake chuckled as he approached the group.

“Hey marshmallow,” Ella turned to hug him. “And you guys had lasagna without me?”

Liam laughed and put an arm around Noelle and Isaiah. “You guys ready?”

They both nodded.

“I’m ready to marry your mother again,” they all laughed as Ella put her arm around Isaiah. “Let’s go!”

My saving grace, my everything

I've never been more sure that you're my person

Yeah, baby, you're my person

#My Person #Liam x MC #Liam x Ella #the royal romance #the royal romance fandom #the royal romance fanfic #the royal romance fanfiction #trr au #the royal romance au #trr fandom #trr fanfic #trr fanfiction #Sincerely Ella #Ella still writes #Liam Rys #King Liam

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 3

Percy's POV

Confession time: I ditch Grover as soon as we get to the bus terminal.

I know, I know. It was rude. But Grover is kinda freaking me out, looking at me like I am a dead man, muttering, "Why does this always happen?" and "Why does it always have to be the sixth grade?"

Whenever he gets upset, Grover's bladder acts up, so I'm not surprised when, as soon as we get off the bus, he makes me promise to wait for him, then makes a beeline for the restroom. Instead of waiting, I get my suitcase, slip outside, and catch the first taxi uptown.

"East One-hundred-and-forth and First," I tell the driver.

A word about my mother, before you meet her.

Her name is Sally Jackson and she's the best person in the world, which just proves my theory that the best people have the rottenest luck. Her own parents died in a plane crash when she was five, and she was raised by an uncle who didn't care much about her. She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she had to quit school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma.

The only good break she ever got was meeting mine and (Y/n)'s dad.

We didn't have any memories of him, just this warm sort of glow, maybe the barest trace of his smile. Our mom doesn't like to talk about him because it makes her sad; she has no pictures.

See, they weren't married. She told us he was rich and important, and their relationship was a secret. Then one day, he set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back.

Lost at sea, my mom had told us. Not dead. Lost at sea.

She worked odd jobs, took night classes to get her high school diploma, and raised me and my twin on her own. She never complained or got mad. Not even once. But I knew I wasn't an easy kid.

Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano, who was nice the first thirty seconds we knew him, then showed his true colors as a world-class jerk. When I was young, I nicknamed him Smelly Gabe. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. The guy reeked like moldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts.

Between the two of us, we made my mom's life pretty hard. The way Smelly Gabe treated her, the way he and I got along...well, when I came home is a good example.

I walk into our little apartment, hoping my mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN. Chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's Mom and (Y/n)?" I wonder aloud.

"Your mom's working," he says. "You got any cash?"

That was it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

"I don't have any cash," I toll him.

"Here," comes a voice, holding out a ten to the man.

Instantly, a smile sneaks its way onto my face.

"Hey, Perc," my twin sister says with a smile.

(Y/n)'s POV

I grab my brother's suitcase and carry it into his room; I set it down on the bed.

"You wanna come sit in my room?" I ask and Percy nods, a smile still on his face.

I lead the way to my room and when I open the door, Percy sinks into my desk chair.

"Percy?" comes our mom's voice.

She opens my bedroom door.

Our mother can make me feel good just by walking into the room. Her eyes sparkle and change color in the light. Her smile is as warm as a quilt. She's got a few gray streaks mixed in with her long brown hair, but I never think of her as old. When she looks at me, it's like she's seeing all the good things about me, none of the bad. I've never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even me or Percy or Gabe.

"Oh, Percy," she hugs her son tightly. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas.

Percy's POV

Her red-white-and-blue Sweet on America uniform smelled like the best things in the world: chocolate, licorice, and all the other stuff she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central. She'd brought me a huge bag of "free samples," the way she always did when I came home.

We sit together on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed. While I attack the blueberry sour strings, (Y/n) stealing a few pieces of candy from the bag, Mom runs her hand through my hair and demands to know everything I hadn't put in my letters. She doesn't mention anything about my getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that. But was I okay? Was her little boy doing all right? The whole time, (Y/n)'s eyes were sparkling with amusement.

I tell Mom she is smothering me, and to lay off and all that, but secretly, I was really, really glad to see her and (Y/n).

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally—how about some bean dip, huh?"

I grit my teeth.

My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should've been married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

For her sake, I try to sound upbeat about my last days at Yancy Academy. I tell her I'm not too down about the expulsion. I'd lasted almost the whole year this time. I'd made some new friends. I'd done pretty well in Latin. And honestly, the fights hadn't been as bad as the headmaster said. I liked Yancy Academy. I really did. I put such a good spin on the year, I almost convince myself. I start choking up, thinking about Grover and Mr. Brunner. Even Nancy Bobofit suddenly doesn't seem so bad.

Until that trip to the museum...

"What?" my mom asks. Her and my sister's eyes tug at my conscience, trying to pull out the secrets. "Did something scare you?"

"No, Mom."

I feel back for lying. I want to tell her about Mrs. Dodds and the three old ladies with the yarn, but I think it'd sound stupid.

Mom purses her lips. Both she and (Y/n) could tell I was holding back, but neither push me.

(Y/n)'s POV

"I have a surprise for both of you," Mom says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin."

"When?" I ask excitedly.

Mom smiles. "As soon as I get changed."

I can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk the last two summers, because Gabe said there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in my doorway and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

"I've got it," I offer, rising from the bed and walking out into the kitchen to make the dip for Mom.

An hour later, we are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch me and Percy lug Mom's bags to the car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her cooking - and most importantly, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, you two," he warns us as I load the last bag. "Not one little scratch."

Like we'd be the ones driving. We're twelve. But that didn't matter to Gabe. If a seagull so much as pooped on his paint job, he'd find a way to blame us.

We get into the Camero, me in the passenger's seat, and Percy in the back.

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of the Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half-sunken into the dunes. There is always sand in the sheets and spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

Percy and I love the place.

We'd been going there since Percy and I were babies. Our mom had been going even longer. She never exactly said, but I knew why the beach was special to her. It was the place she'd met mine and Percy's dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turning the color of the sea.

We arrive at the cabin, open all the cabin windows, and go through our usual cleaning routine. We walk on the beach, feed blue corn chips to the seagulls, and much on jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples my mom had brought from work.

I guess I should explain the blue food.

See, Gabe had once told Mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a small thing at the time. But ever since, Mom had gone out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - alone with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - was proof that she wasn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells us stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write when she gets enough money to quit the candy shop.

Finally, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what was always on our minds when we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure that she was going to tell us the same things she always said, but neither Percy and I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom says. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle, two. You have his black hair, you know, Percy, and you both have his green eyes."

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you, Percy, (Y/n). He would be so proud."

Percy's POV

I wondered how she could say that. What's so great about me? A dyslexic, hyperactive boy with a D+ report card, kicked out of the school for the sixth time in six years.

"How old were we?" I ask. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But...he knew us as a baby."

"No, honey. He knew I was expecting twins, but he never saw you two. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow. A smile.

(Y/n) and I had always assumed that he had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, we'd always felt it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I realize I feel angry at my father. Maybe it was stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom. He'd left us, and now we are stuck with Smelly Gable.

"Are you sending me away again?" I ask her. "To another boarding school."

She pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey." Mom's voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. (Y/n) bows her head, looking at the ground and Mom's eyes well with tears.

Mom takes my hand and squeezes it tight. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

Her words remind me of what Mr. Brunner had said - that it was best for me to leave Yancy.

"Because I'm not normal," I say.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing, Percy. But you don't realize how important you are. I thought Yancy Academy would be far enough away. I thought you'd finally be safe.

"Safe from what?"

She meets my eyes, and a flood of memories comes back to me - all the weird, scary things that had ever happened to me and (Y/n), some of which we'd tried to forget.

During third grade, a man in a black trench coat had stalked us on the playground. When the teachers threatened to call the police, he went away growling, but no one believed (Y/n) when she'd told them that under his broad-brimmed hat, the man only had one eye, right in the middle of his head.

Before that—a really early memory. I was in preschool, and a teacher accidentally put me down for a nap in a cot that a snake had slithered into. My mom screamed when she came to pick me up and found me playing with a limp, scaly rope I'd somehow managed to strangle to death with my meaty toddler hands.

In every single school, something creepy had happened, something unsafe, and I was forced to move.

I know I should tell my mom about the old ladies at the fruit stand, and Mrs. Dodds at the art museum, about my weird hallucination that I had sliced my math teacher into dust with a sword. But I can't make myself tell her. I have a strange feeling the news would end our trip to Montauk, and I don't want that.

"I've tried to keep you as close to me as I could," my mom says. "They told me that was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy—the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just...I just can't stand to do it."

(Y/n)'s POV

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask, a little confused.

"Not a school," she says softly. "A summer camp."

My head starts spinning. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around long enough to see me and Percy be born - talk about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," she said, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I—I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying good-bye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp.

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression that if either of us ask her any more questions, she would start to cry.

I have a weird, vivid dream. It is storming on the beach, and two beautiful animals, a white horse, and a golden eagle are trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf. The eagle swoops down and slashes the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse rears up and kicks at the eagle's wings. As they fight, the ground rumbles and a monstrous voice chuckles somewhere and beneath the earth, goading the animals to fight harder.

I run towards them, knowing I have to stop them from killing each other, but I am running in slow motion. I know I am too late. I see the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse's wide eyes, and I scream, No!

I wake with a start.

Outside, it really is storming, the kind of storm that cracks trees and blows down houses. There is no horse or eagle on the beach, just lightning making false daylight, and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery.

With the next thunderclap, my mom and Percy wake. Mom sits up, eyes wide, and says, "Hurricane."

I know that's crazy. Long Island never sees hurricanes this early in the summer. But the ocean seems to have forgotten. Over the roar of the wind, I hear a distant bellow, an angry, tortured sound that makes my hair stand on end.

Percy's POV

Then a much closer noise, like mallets in the sand. A desperate voice - someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door.

My mother springs out of bed in her nightgown and throws open the lock.

Grover stands framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he isn't . . . he isn't exactly Grover.

"Searching all night," he gasps. "What were you thinking?"

My mother looks at me in terror - not scared of Grover, but of why he'd come.

"Percy," she says, having to shout to be heard over the rain. "What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

I am frozen, looking at Grover. I can't understand what I'm seeing, and I see (Y/n) looking at my friend.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" he yells. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"

I am too shocked to register that he'd just cursed in Ancient Greek, and I'd understood him perfectly. I am too shocked to wonder how Grover had gotten here by himself in the middle of the night. Because Grover doesn't have pants on - and where his legs should be . . . where his legs should be . . .

Mom looks at me sternly and talks in a tone she'd never used before, and (Y/n) flinches: "Percy. Tell me now!"

I stammer something about the old ladies at the fruit stand and Mrs. Dodds, and my mom stares at me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

She grabs her purse, tosses me and (Y/n) our rain jackets, and says, "Get the car. All three of you. Go!"

Grover runs for the Camero - but he isn't running, exactly. He is trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters, and suddenly his story about a muscular disorder in his legs makes sense to me. I understand how he can run so fast and still limp when he walks.

Because where his feet should be, there are no feet. There are cloven hooves.

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Rule The World with Me-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Eight is here...

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The New Year

Word Count 1.8k

Warnings: only fluff

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When Hvitserk comes into the palace, he runs to you and picks you up in his arms. You both laugh like two children who haven't seen each other in years.

Hvitserk "You are fucking incredible!"

"I told you, I can handle my own big brother." He puts you down and kisses your forehead.

Hvitserk "I know. You have proven that today, little sis. I am so proud of you. You did scare me once though."

"Yeah I- I saw Ivar and I got distracted and he charged at me. I had my dagger though."

Hvitserk "If I wasn't struggling with my own warrior, I would have come to you sooner."

"Oh I know Hvitserk. Where is Ivar?"

Hvitserk "Talking to the folks, telling them where to put her ashes."

"Good, and Messiah?"

Hvitserk "With Ivar. Ubbe and Torvi are about to leave-" he looks down.

"....and you are going with them.."

Hvitserk "Yeah."

You slowly nod. You don't want Hvitserk to go but you understand why he has to.

Hvitserk "I will be back sooner than you know it, okay?"

"Ye-yeah. Do you want to see Baldur before you leave?"

Hvitserk of course says yes and you show him to where he is sleeping. He holds his godson in his arms and you are going to miss him more than you can comprehend. You and Hvitserk have grown so close, it is going to be tough without him here.

Hvitserk "You gotta take care of your mother and father for me, okay? Keep them company until my return, sweet Baldur. I love you, always." Tears are flowing down your cheeks. Hvitserk notices that you are standing in the doorway, sad to see him get ready to leave you after being here for a little over a year. He puts Baldur down after kissing him gently, and pulls you into his arms.

"It is going to be so strange ya know...not having you here."

Hvitserk "I know. It is going to be rough the next few days but I will be back soon, okay? And hey, if you miss me a little extra, you are always welcome in Kattegat."

"Okay-" Ivar comes into the room.

Ivar stops when he sees your face all red and wet tears staining your cheeks, "You are leaving…"

Hvitserk "Yes."

Ivar "Very well. I am going to miss you, brother."

Hvitserk "I am going to miss you too. All three of you."

Ivar gives him a hug, "Be back soon, yes?"

Hvitserk "Yes. Good bye….for now."

"Love you."

Hvitserk "I love you too."

He pets Messiah and then leaves. You watch him take the last steps out of your door and then he is gone.

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Next Spring…

Today is Baldur's first birthday. You and Ivar have decided to go to Kattegat for his celebration. You put Baldur into a nice little outfit and have your husband braid his short, brown hair.

Ivar "I cannot believe that you are one today son." Baldur smiles and giggles, he knows how to say Dadda and Momma but not anything big yet.

"I told you that he would grow up too quickly."

Ivar "You did, my sweet. But that is life, we all get older." You nod in agreement and get back to putting on your green dress. It is still chilly outside so you will wear the brown cape that Ivar gifted you on your birthday. He himself will wear his black one.

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You, Ivar and Baldur ride horseback through the woods to get to Kattegat. Baldur rides with Ivar because he rides in a carriage and Messiah walks by the both of you.

Ivar "Look at all the colors! The green with all of the beautiful flowers."

You look behind you and see how giddy your husband is on this day. Seeing Ivar with his son is such a beautiful sight. His eyes are the brights of blues, his mouth is always in a smile, and he seems to forget the pain that he is constantly in from being a cripple. He doesn't want to show his son how bad it is most days, he wants his son to have a worry free life.

"Look Baldur, a crow up in the tree!" Baldur looks up to where you are pointing and shouts in excitement. Ivar laughs and looks at his wife. He admires you and loves you more than you could ever know.

When you get to Kattegat, you stop your horses after you see Hvitserk and Ubbe who have been waiting for your arrival. You haven't seen Hvitserk in a little over a month and Ubbe for over three months. Ivar holds his son up in the air, "MY BOY IS ONE YEARS OLD!" Ubbe and Hvitserk cheer, making Baldur giggle. You dismount your horse and run to Hvitserk.

He grunts when he picks you up with joy. You two aren't just siblings by marriage, you are also the best of friends. Ubbe takes his nephew from Ivar so that Ivar can walk and embraces him.

Ubbe "Welcome home, brother."

"Thank you, Ubbe. It is good to be home."

Hvitserk "How have you been!?"

"Good, very good. And yourself?"

Hvitserk "Same as you, very busy."

"Yes," you look at your son and sigh, "He is one already...how?"

Hvitserk "I know, they grow up too fast. Before you know it, he'll be walking and talking-"

"Stop, you're gonna make me cry!"

Hvitserk "Emotional are we?" He asked laughing."

"Yes!" You have been over emotional and hormonal the past few weeks or so. You have a feeling that you may be with child, but you haven't gotten tested yet.

Hvitserk "I had a vision of you-"

"Oh gods, what now?"

Hvitserk chuckles, "No no, it is very good, Y/n! You are with child."

You look down at your stomach and hold it tightly, "I knew it."

Hvitserk "Have you told Ivar?"

"No..I had a feeling but I haven't been tested so I wasn't sure. I don't want to tell him today, today is about Baldur."

Hvitserk "I am happy for you, little sis."

"I have missed you!" You hugged him once more before Ubbe and Ivar joined you and you all went inside.

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Inside, Torvi is waiting for you all alongside her children. She smiles as soon as she sees you and gives you a warm welcoming.

Torvi "Uhh I've missed your beautiful face!"

"And I have missed yours! Have you been well?"

Torvi "Oh yes! These are my children. Guys, meet Y/n." They all greeted you and her oldest son Hali gave you a huge and tight hug.

Hali "You are very pretty."

"Thank you, so kind." Ivar comes up beside you and wraps his arm around your waist.

Ivar "Hello Torvi."

Torvi "Ivar, welcome home."

Ivar "Thank you. I don't think your children have met their uncle! I'm uncle Ivar." They get all excited at the fact that they are meeting their uncle for the first time. They have never met him before because Ivar used to be a very different man and Torvi didn't want her children to be around him.

Torvi smiles at the new sight and relaxes.

Torvi "They love him already."

"Who wouldn't? He is so kind."

Torvi "Now he is."

You look at her like, please don't bring up his past. You smile and grab your son from Hvitserk's arms.

Hvitserk "He has gotten so big!"

"I know! I knew that he was going to grow up strong and big like his father and uncles."

Hvitserk "That he is, let's celebrate!"

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Hvitserk and Ubbe sit at the head of the table.

Hvitserk "The people of Kattegat, this is my godson Baldur! He turned one years old today and so this calls for a feast!"

Ubbe "Sköl to happiness and good health!"

Everyone "SKÖL!!"

The feast was long and filled with laughter. Everyone got along and the people of Kattegat would not stop boasting over your son. They told you how handsome and beautiful he is, to which you agree. Some people were a little nervous that you had a wolf at the table with you.

"Is he…friendly?"

"Oh yes! Ivar and I have taught him very well. Think of him as a gentle dog." She agrees and let's Messiah sniff her hand. All Messiah does is put his whole face in the palm of her hand so that she would pet him.

"Oh goodness, he is so soft!"

"That's my boy! Ivar and I always comment saying that Baldur can just swim in his fur."

"He could. I can't get over him.."

"Thank you." Ivar looks at you from across the table and smiles.

Ivar "I love you, kitten."

"And I love you."

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After the feast, you felt very sick. Maybe it was the food or it was from being with child. You excuse yourself and run to the bathroom. Afterwards, you come out of the room and Ivar is standing in the hallway.

Ivar "My love?"

"Oh, I am fine."

Ivar "You were sick in there...I heard."

"I will tell you tomorrow, but for right now just know that I am fine." He kisses your cheek and walks with you to his brothers.

Hvitserk "Baldur ate so much!"

"I know, he can hold his meals."

Hvitserk "Just like his uncle!" You laugh and get ready for bed. You and Ivar are staying the night since it is too dark and cold to horseback home now. Torvi helps you to yours and Ivar's room. When she left you and Ivar alone, you undress and so does Ivar.

He pulls you into his arms and you nuzzle your face in his chest.

Ivar "This will be the first night that we sleep by ourselves in a year."

"I know.." that comment made you feel some sort of way because you now know that you are with your second child.

Ivar "But I am used to it, my love. I love hearing our sons little noises at night, comforting him when he gets night terrors...I love it all."

"I love it all too."

Ivar "This past year had struggles in the beginning but it ended in the best way: peacefully."

"And we owe it to the gods."

Ivar "Yes. We have been through a lot together, my love. But we came out of everything stronger. Y/n, I fall more and more in love with you and our son every single day." Tears form in your eyes and you kiss his lips. He smiles in your mouth and holds you closely.

"I love you so much Ivar."

Ivar "Me and you baby. So whatever you will tell me tomorrow, just know that whatever it is, we will get through it together because I am not going anywhere. You and our son are my everything."

"And you are ours." He kisses you once more and you both fall asleep with smiles on your faces. Tomorrow is going to be a wonderful day.

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Hang In There// Peter Parker (1)

Chapter 1

I've know Peter Parker my whole life. We lived in the same city, went to the same schools. We use to be best friends, key words: use to be. Ever since our journey into Midtown High, we lost touch. We found our own groups of friends, each differing very much from the other. Nevertheless, I still considered Peter Parker a friend. I got dragged into the popular group by none other than Harry Osborn, an old friend of Peter's, but also my older brother. To be quite honest, I didn't exactly feel like I fit in with my clique. I always envied the friendship that Peter shared with Ned and MJ, it was so innocent and true, something that didn't exist in many of the popular groups. So that's why I got out. I traded the popular status for friends who didn't care if I turned up in tracksuit bottoms over a mini skirt. We got classified as the 'nerds' of the school. Did I care? Absolutely not. I knew I was valued more with these three than with a group of ten or more.

Life at home wasn't what anyone would expect. Our mother died in a family house fire years ago, leaving our family.....broken. Our father, Norman Osborn, was never the same after it. He pushed us away, his work and company being prioritized over his own children. It was tough to say the least, but at least we had each other, and we both had Peter Parker. Harry always lived up to the definition of an older brother, that overprotective nature always coming through in some shape or form. We were known as the 'rich kids' but only Harry could ever carry that title so proudly. Being a 'rich kid' meant your parents were rich, with good high paying jobs, meaning there was very little time left for family. Which is why I practically grew up in the Parker household. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were like parents to me. They fed me, took care of me, loved me, something my brother and I never got off our father. Especially lately, there was a new experiment they had going and there was nothing that could pull him away from Oscorp. Turns out, I couldn't get away from it either.

It was Monday morning and it rained. And rained. And rained. You could call it pathetic fallacy for the weather certainly reflected my mood: gloomy. Why? Because we were going on a school trip. It wasn't the trip itself thag caused my gloomy mood, it was the place we were going to that caused it: Oscorp. The place that made a man love it more than he loved his own son and daughter. Strange things happen in Oscorp, most of which are brushed under the mat...... Like me.

I met up with Peter, Ned and MJ outside the gates of Midtown High. MJ being the only one with the brain cells to think of bringing an umbrella. We chatted about our weekends while we waited another five minutes for the bus to arrive. When it did, people were quick about getting out of the rain. Peter sat with Ned while I sat with MJ in front of them. It wasn't a long journey to Oscorp, maybe half an hour tops. The sight of the ugly glass building was enough to dampen my mood even further, Peter questioning it as we got off the bus.

"Hey, Sof. You okay?"

I smiled back at him and replied with a short 'yep' as the students of Midtown made their way into the building. There was something eery about Oscorp, something I couldn't put my finger on. Perhaps it was the events of that day many years ago that made me dislike the building so much. But nevertheless, I was here. It was interesting what they were showing us, from the beginning up until now. However, I took particular interest in the radioactive spider. Such a strange experiment. The affects of radiation on a spider. I was stood beside Peter, him spitting out random facts to me the whole time. I didn't mind though, it was cute to see him so passionate about science.

"Ow."

I saw Peter raise his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it gently, a look of discomfort on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay, Pete?"

He went pale very quickly and I thought he was going to pass out right there and then. So, I took him by the arm and guided him outside of Oscorp, hoping some fresh air would help. We sat on the top step of the stairway to the building, a glass panel saving us from the rain. The boy beside me kept his head in his hands, causing concern to build up inside me. I placed a hand on his back, I could feel his body flinch under my touch.

"Pete, how are you feeling?"

He removed his head from his hands, allowing me to see his eyes in behind the thick framed glasses. He gave me a small smile in return.

"I'll be fine, just nausea. It'll go away once Aunt May gives me some of her favourite medicine."

I chuckled at the brunet's simple joke, knowing all too well what medicine he was referring to. Some sort of homemade recipe Aunt May had discovered one day, we haven't looked back since. My friendship with Peter Parker had always played on my mind, morning, noon and night. Did he still consider me one? A friend? Or had I been demoted to simply an acquaintance? Someone he knew.

"We're still friends, right?"

Peter looked at me with confusion written across his face.

"Of course we are. You've been my best friend since...... Well forever."

A smile had made itself onto my face as we sat there. Just remembering all the memories from our childhood together, the stupid things we use to do, the amount of trouble we got into and of course, the consequences for them. It was Sof and Pete. Pete and Sof. You couldn't have one without the other. And it seems that, even though we had drifted, Sof and Pete are still the friends they were when they were ten years old.

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That evening I walked Peter home, to make sure he was okay after the incident at Oscorp. I had an errand to run that side of town anyways so it was really a win-win situation. We reached the Parker residence soon after five p.m., just in time for dinner. I stood outside the door as Peter walked in, looking back giving me a 'why aren't you coming in' look. I could hear Aunt May call from the kitchen saying he was just in time for dinner.

"Dinner is just ready, I'm sure there's plenth for another person."

"Oh, no I couldn't, Pete. Honestly I should probably be going."

I smiled at his efforts but he just raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk growing on his lips.

"May, you'll never guess who's come to visit."

My eyes widen with shock as I glare at the boy, if looks could kill he'd be dead a hundred times over. Without a second to spare Aunt May was at the door, a huge smile making it's way onto her face.

"Sophie!"

She wrapped me in a hug before pulling back, keeping her hands on my shoulders and looking at me.

"It's been so long! You've grown into a beautiful young woman. Hasn't she, Pete."

My eyes flickered over to Peter to see his cheeks go a new shade of red as he replied with a shy 'ye'. Next thing I know I'm being dragged inside for dinner. To say I didn't enjoy my time with the Parkers would be a complete lie because I truly did love it. That same warm and homely feeling had never left. It was as if I had only been over yesterday, not 3 years ago. Nevertheless, nothing had changed between us, it as something constant in a world of constant change.

"What's the time?" I asked, tidying up my dishes.

"It's half six."

I checked the time again to make sure I wasn't imaging things. I was so late. I rushed around the the kitchen helping where I could and collecting my things.

"Thank you so much for the food, May! It was lovely to see you again! Bye!"

I rushed out the door and got to the large building as soon as I could. I waited inside the waiting room for roughly fifteen minutes before a smart looking lady came out.

"He's ready to see you now."

I stood up and straightened out my outfit, presenting myself as confident despite my panic not so long ago. I entered the office and took a seat, as did he. Once comfortable I leaned back in my seat, crossing my legs.

"So, Mr. Stark, what can I do for you?"

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