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Blood and Coconut Water

So uhh... Vampire!Harry

TW: Blood

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Summary: Harry gets bitten by a vampire and less than pleasant hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 16,236

Date of Completion: Wednesday, May 6th, 2020

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Harry woke up with a vague remembering of what happened the night before along with an aching neck. He had been on an actual business trip to Pennsylvania for budgeting. The night before was his last night there so he thought why not tour around the streets. He had been walking for a while when a figure had attacked him in an alleyway. What exactly happened? He wasn’t really sure.

He felt fine other than the pain in his neck and his groggy memory. He actually felt better than fine, like he could take on a pro wrestler and win. His alarm went off, signaling that he had to get ready for his flight. He stood up and stretched. It was… weird. He felt so awake, so prepared for the day. He walked over towards the drawer and stopped at the sight of himself in the mirror. There were holes in his neck, like those traditional ‘bitten by a vampire’ holes. He examined them for a moment, feeling a rush of shock and confusion before he shook his head. He could worry about that later. He has a flight to catch.

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As the plane landed he still felt surprisingly energized. He stepped out of the airport into the bright light, he felt the heat burn alarmingly hot. He immediately took a few steps backward back into the building, before looking at his arm which was now throbbing lightly. It looked like it was sunburnt. A sunburn in winter with the sun barely shining. He was sweating in the airplane and he was still feeling hot, but he as he tried again to step out into the sun again he felt the same burning.

“Fuck it. I’m sweating.” Harry mumbled to himself as he pulled his jacket back on. He walked out into the sun and felt his face heat up. Taking a breath, Harry made a dash to the car waiting for him.

Bernie got out and opened the door for Harry. He got in and thanked Bernie, who took his bags to the trunk. Harry sat in the middle, the sun streaming in slightly from all sides. He stared at it, feeling mild discomfort. “What the hell?” He muttered.

He rubbed his neck where the two holes were. They had healed over completely which almost confused him even more. He looked down at his phone and began typing, but stopped when he realized what he was looking up. “No way what the hell am I doing…” He looked at the search bar. He was half-way through typing, ‘are vampires real’.

He turned his phone off and rested his head in his hands when he heard the car door shut. He looked up to see Bernie. “Where would you like to go, Harry?” He asked. 

“Home. I’m spent.” He replied, shaking his head. In truth, he wasn’t even tired, more so confused. 

The car took off and Harry closed his eyes and tried to think of a logical explanation for what was going on. Vampires weren’t real so that couldn’t be it, even though it made so much sense. Maybe it was just something he ate that was bad.

He opened his phone again, deciding that it was worth a shot. As soon as he hit search a bunch of joke articles. Then there was one that looked sorta serious. It had a .gov thing so it had to hold some truth to it. He began reading it, taking in every detail and comparing, before feeling chills run down his back. “Fuck.” He whispered aloud. 

In short, the document talked about a man named Dracula who was a real-life Vampire, and he was on SHIELD’s hit list. Guess where he resided. That’s right, Pennsylvania. The page strongly suggested not going out alone at night. Guess what Harry did. 

The car stopped and Bernie happened the door and Harry took another breath before running to the shade of his looming building. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Bernie asked, handing Harry his bags. 

“Yeah, just really tired,” Harry assured him. He took the bags and entered. He bee-lined to the elevator and hit his floor. He went back to check the article.

Natasha had written about the symptoms of what happens when one turns into a vampire, which was lucky for him. He read through them and felt his stomach drop even further with every similarity. Memory loss, two puncture wounds in the neck, intolerance to sunlight, enhanced healing. Then there were the ones he doesn't bear similarity too. Enhanced speed, enhanced strength, iris color changing to red, feeling cold, fangs, and the one that concerned him the most, bloodlust. He felt a chill run down his spine before he shook his head. "No, no fucking way, this can't be real." He began before stumbling back and taking a deep breath. I gotta do more research…

The elevator’s door opened and Harry stepped out. Immediately he made his way to his computer. 

He spent hours upon hours researching what to do to cure his sickness. Killing the vampire that did this to him was out of the question. Without the memory of who did this, he didn’t want to go back to Pennsylvania and just start stabbing.

The other ways were mostly useful if he lived in a movie or book series. Maybe there was a scientific way that he could cure himself. If he could get in contact with Natasha then maybe she could help. But if he did, SHIELD could try to do something to him. Not that they’re known for experiments, but the only case they had of a vampire was Natasha.

At least he found out that coconut water would be able to hold him over. He just had to steer clear of blood at all times so that his instincts wouldn’t take over. He swallowed thickly and leaned back in the chair, his head throbbing. He stood up and began pacing as he ordered some coconut water and some English blood sausage. He couldn't just order straight blood, so foods that contain blood would be his next best option. He stared at his phone for a moment, not entirely sure what else to do, when he got a notification from Peter. He smiled fondly. It was a selfie of Peter on his bed, hair messy, eyes glowing bright green, and his retractable fangs out in a toothy smile. The caption read "just woke up and the pearly whites were out in my sleep". He chuckled fondly before replying with, "The flight got delayed a couple of days. I'll be back Wednesday." He felt guilty for lying. He hated lying to Peter, but he wanted to try to figure this out before he faced Peter. His phone dinged, with another selfie from Peter who was pouting, along with the caption, "You'll be back for Friday night date night right?" 

Harry felt his blood run cold. He had forgotten about date night. Last Friday he'd had to cancel because of the conference. If he were to cancel again he’d feel like a huge jerk. He was already lying about being back so the least he could do was actually go through with the date night.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Harry sent back. Now he had to figure this out before Friday night. Peter replied with a simple selfie of him smiling happily, and Harry screenshotted the image. He shut his phone off and looked at his computer. He was on a really tight schedule now. He sat down, his hands hovering over the keys for a moment, before getting to work. 

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The pass week Harry was able to get a good hold of his newfound strength and weaknesses. He was able to find a way to hide the most skin without looking sketchy and also that vampires have venom that turns people into vampires, so if he were to drink from a human then they wouldn’t turn into a vampire unless he really wanted them to. That and he learned how to properly cook a blood sausage by himself. Also, coconut water sucks ass. 

His fangs had appeared two days after being bitten. Whenever he ate some meat or something hard they would sharpen and grow slightly. 

He hadn’t even realized that Friday had come around until he got a text from Peter. “I’m so excited to see you tonight!” He flinched at the text before letting out a sad sigh. He refused to skip the date, but he still worried. He stood up and pulled a light blue sweater over his head. He watched and let out a silent sigh of relief that the date was happening at night. He smiled at the idea of seeing Peter face to face again. He pulled his shoes on and stepped over to the computer, searching for any last-minute cures he may have missed. He let out a sigh, knowing he wouldn't find anything. He bit his lip before sighing and shooting a text back. "Neither can I! It's been so long since I've seen you ❤"

He forced a smile on his face and decided he could last one night. It was Peter, after all, he could never hurt him.

He called Bernie while getting into the elevator, asking him to bring the car to the front. In the elevator, he took notice of how his reflection was somewhat faded. Another thing he’d have to avoid at Peter’s.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Harry stepped out and made his way to the glass door, seeing Bernie through them. Bernie saw him and went to open the glass doors for him.

“Good evening Harry, you feeling alright?” He asked as Harry stepped out into the evening air.

“Good evening, and yes I feel fine. Why do you ask?” Harry began walking to the car with Bernie by his side.

“You just look pale. I don’t want you kicking the can in the back while I drive.” This is why Harry likes Bernie, he was afraid to joke around with him. 

Harry laughed while Bernie opened the car door. “I assure you I’m fine.” 

Harry made himself comfortable in the back seat before pulling out his phone. They were planning on picking up Peter outside of his house and going to the restaurant from there. He was excited to see Peter, to say the least. It had been a full 10 days since he last saw Peter and he missed him a lot, but he was still worried about his newfound vampire powers. He hummed softly as he thought about his enhanced strength. When it first occurred he had broken 4 glasses by just holding them before realizing how much stronger his grip had become. He stopped when he realized Peter must’ve gone through something similar when he first gained his powers. Not to mention Peter didn’t have a website to learn what to expect. It all must’ve been new and alarming to him. He felt his stomach drop for a moment, before feeling the car came to a stop. 

He looked up to realize they were in front of Peter’s house. He felt his smile grow as Bernie opened the door for him. “Thanks, Bernie.” He said as he dusted his shirt off.

Bernie smiled. “Go blow his socks off.”

Harry nodded and let out a nervous huff, before strutting up to the door. His hand hovered away from the wood for a moment before he took a deep breath and knocked. His heart pounded heavily in his chest. He felt almost as nervous as he did on their first date.

Almost immediately after the door, open Peter had tackled him in a hug, not enough to knock him over but enough to have him stumble back. 

“Woah! What was that about?” Harry laughed, hugging Peter back. He did so carefully, knowing he could potentially accidentally snap him in half.

“I haven’t seen you in days!” Peter responded, looking up. “Plus, I felt like it.”

“We can talk more in the car, we don’t want to lose our seats.” Harry grabbed Peter’s hand and lead him to the car.

“Are we going to a fancy place?” Peter’s voice conveyed slight panic. Harry turned and got a good look at him, the only reason he’d be worried about a fancy place is if he wasn’t dressed nicely. In Harry’s opinion, Peter was never not dressed nicely. He was wearing one of Harry’s old sweaters. It was a little big on him but it looked really good on him.

“No, it’s just always packed. Heard it was really good.” Harry kissed Peter’s forehead before opening the car door for him.

Peter blushed and smiled, before sliding into the car. “Why thank you, Mr. Osborn.” He teased.

Harry laughed. “Anything for you, Mr. Parker.” He replied. 

He walked to the other side and jumped in, smiling happily at Peter, who immediately leaned in for a kiss. Harry happily obliged, kissing him back and grabbing his hand. “I really missed you.”

Peter smiled. “I missed you too, Harry.” 

Harry grinned and pulled Peter’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. I light pink dusted his cheeks but he laughed and leaned over to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Dork.” He teased softly. 

The car started up and took off. Bernie turned up the music enough so he couldn’t hear the two in the back talking. He fully accepted their relationship and all, but sometimes they seemed to forget someone else in the car.

“So how were those extra days in Pennsylvania?” Peter asked. 

Harry took a moment to answer. “Boring. I was stuck in an uneventful area most of the time.”

Peter sighed. “Must’ve sucked, huh?” He asked gently.

“Oh, you can say that again.” Harry lied. He pulled his hand away so Peter couldn’t feel his pulse speed up. 

Harry saw Peter’s face fall at the lack of contact and immediately felt a rush of guilt before grabbing both of his hands. “I love you.” He murmured. 

Peter flushed bright red at that, before smiling. “I love you too.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips who happily kissed back. 

Finally, after a few moments, he pulled away and gave him a look. “What the heck Harry you’re freezing.”

He stiffened, knowing he was probably unnaturally cold. “O-oh, I am?” He questioned, looking down. 

Peter nodded. “This coming from the one who can’t thermoregulate, so that’s saying something. Are you okay?”

“I took an ice bath.” Harry blurted. Peter gave him a look. “I wanted to try it and I would never do it again.”

Peter slowly started laughing “That is probably as stupid as the hammock thing I did.” 

Harry laughed, feeling some of the stress leave him. This was honestly going better than he thought. He thought for sure that Peter would have figured it out by now or half of it. 

The car came to a stop in a busy parking lot. Bernie turned to the two love birds in the back. “You two have fun, not too much fun though. Last time I brought Peter home with a bruised neck I thought that Ms. Parker was going to kill me.”

Harry laughed. “We will Bernie,” Harry promised as he stepped out of the car. 

He jogged to Peter’s side to meet him as he stepped out. Peter had a nervous look on his face at the restaurant. “This place looks pretty upper-class, Harry.” He mumbled worriedly.

Harry smiled and moved hair gently out of Peter’s face. “Don’t worry, Pete. You look amazing right now.” He promised gently.

Peter blushed slightly, before nodding. “I’ll take your word for it.” He sighed. 

Harry began to lead Peter into the building, squeezing his hand carefully as to not use his newfound powers but to still show his affection. 

They stepped in and Peter felt slightly out of place. The music was classical and the waiters looked like they had yachts. Harry gave him an assuring look before walking up to the waiter at the welcome table.

“I have a reservation under Osborn,” Harry said kindly. The waiter nodded after looking through a book. He led them to the far corner of the restaurant where there was barely anyone. Peter and Harry liked having peace on date nights.

“Jessica will be right with you.” The man said before walking back to his post.

Peter winced slightly. “This place feels reeeaaaallly upper class, Harry.” He mumbled worriedly.

Harry sighed and grabbed his hands. “Pete, it’s just us, alright? Nobody’s judging us.” He promised kindly.

Peter cast him a worried glance before nodding. “If you say so.” He mumbled.

Harry nodded. “Its okay hon.” 

After a few moments of silence, a woman stepped over. “Hello, I’m Jessica.” She placed down two menus for them. “Can I get you two something to drink?” 

Peter smiled. “I’ll take a sweet tea with lemon please if you have any.” 

Harry winced before sighing. “Do you guys have coconut water?”

Jessica nodded. “Yep! Sweet tea with lemon, and coconut water. I’ll be back with your drinks in just a few minutes!” She chirped and left.

“Coconut water? Really Har?” Peter teased lightly.

Harry laughed. “H-Hey! It’s good!” 

“Did your newfound love for coconut water form over in Pennsylvania?” Peter teased more.

“I said it was good, not that I loved it.” Harry smiles as Peter laughed slightly.

“Whatever you say, Coconut boy.” Peter then looked down at his menu. Harry did the same, desperately looking for something that had blood in the title. He didn’t know why but a sudden wave of hunger had come over him. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was surrounded by people now. He did sorta isolate himself after he had figured out what was going on.

He bit his lip slightly when he realized that there were no blood-related options. He decided to go for the next best option, steak, and hoped that along with the coconut water, it would be enough to hold him over. He took a slow breath and leaned back. Peter seemed to notice his distress

when he looked up from his menu. “Hey, Har, are you okay? Did something happen in Pennsylvania?” He asked worriedly.

Harry smiled fondly. Peter always knew when something was wrong, but now wasn’t the best time for him to make the connection. “No hon, nothing happened. I’m fine.” He lied, hoping his airy laughter would be enough to settle Peter down.

Peter winced before sniffing lightly and leaning forward. “You know you can talk to me if anything happens, right?”

Harry smiled a reassuring look. “I know, bug. I’m okay, I promise.” He said.

“Okay.” Peter gave up on pushing for answers for now. Harry was as stubborn as him when it came secrets, Peter knew that. To have a fight about a secret now was pointless and against the rules. Date nights meant no fighting.

The waitress came back with the drinks. “Are you two ready to order?” She asked, her voice still chirpy. 

Peter smiled and nodded. “Uh, Harry you order first, lemme look one more time real quick,” 

Harry nodded. “Alright. I have the steak, rare please, and I’ll get a fruit salad.” 

Jessica nodded and smiled, writing the order down. “And you?” She asked, turning to Peter. 

“I’ll get the everything burger and some fish sticks please.” He asked.

Jessica smiled and looked up. “Do you want any tartar sauce for your fish sticks?”

Peter nodded. “Yes please.”

Jessica wrote down the orders and took the menus. “Your meals will be out shortly!” She replied cheerily.

“Thank you!” Peter called as she walked away.

Harry laughed fondly. “You’re adorable.”

Peter blushed slightly. “Shush.” 

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m just stating facts.”

Peter let out a whine that got Harry to laugh. They ended up having a back and forth of who was cuter or more attractive. That slowly just got them to talking about random stuff until their food arrived.

“Here’s steak with the fruit for you.” Jessica put the plate in front of Harry. “And the everything burger with the fish sticks.” She then placed the burger in front of Peter. “Let me know if you need anything else.” 

Peter smiled. “We will!”

He was quick to attempt to take a bite when half of the burger fell out the other side. Harry began to laugh as Peter coughed. “Thank fuck they gave me a fork.” Peter murmured, grabbing it and stabbing at the fallen lettuce and tomato.

Harry chuckled as Peter shoveled it into his mouth. He took a sip of his tea before taking another bite as Harry began cutting into the steak. The two began eating in comfortable silence, feeling a rush of ease come over them. It was peaceful and quiet as they ate.

After thirty minutes of comfortable silence, Jessica came back with the check. She placed it in front of Harry and then left with a smile. Peter went to reach for it but Harry pulled it away fast.

“Nuh-uh.” Harry smiled. “She put it in front of me, I’m paying.” Instead of seeing Peter’s usual frown when he didn’t get to pay, Harry saw that he was surprised.

“That was fast.” Peter got out.

Harry realized how quickly he must’ve moved to obtain the check before Peter did. He put on a faux smile and replied, “I guess being a vigilante is improving my reaction time.”

Peter narrowed his eyes suspiciously and sniffed. Harry could tell that Peter knew something was up. He put on a gentle smile. “I’m okay, Pete.” He lied.

Peter nodded. His suspicious look still remained though. He stood up at watched carefully as Harry pulled out his wallet, signed the check, and left $50 in cash. “That’s a huge tip.” Peter snorted.

“It’s the usual 15% and I added some since she was nice,” Harry replied.

Peter laughed. “Alright then,” He watched quietly as Harry organized himself and drank what was left of the coconut water. Something was definitely wrong with him. Not only was he acting weird, but he smelled different. Your natural smell is not something you can change, and Peter knew Harry’s scent better than he knew his own.

“How about we continue date night at my house? A movie maybe?” Peter asked. He wanted to see if Harry was really was okay. Extra time with Harry was also a plus in all this.

Harry stiffen slightly. Was he really going to risk a night with Peter? If he did he could put Peter in danger the whole night. If he didn’t then he’d be giving Peter a reason to be suspicious.

“S-Sure!” Harry was barely able to hide his slight hesitation from Peter, but somehow he managed to.

Peter smiled happily and did a small fist pump. Harry laughed, his worry fading slightly. He could never hurt Peter. He stepped to the smaller boy and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Let’s go.” He sighed, pulling out his phone.

Peter nudged his hand away lightly. “Harry, we can take the subway. Let him have the night off.”

Harry hesitated slightly. The subway always put him on edge and god knows what it would do to him with his newfound vampire powers. “Alright.” He replied, pushing his anxiety aside.

Peter took Harry’s hand and walked out of the restaurant. The walk was quiet considering it was a New York street. Once they were underground Harry felt his anxiety coming back. 

“It smells,” Harry commented.

“It always smells.” Peter retorted getting Harry to nod in response. The train came into the station and Harry and Peter stepped on.

Harry stiffened at the sight of an old man on the back of the subway, who was silently eating a jar of pickles. He mentally cringed as Peter pulled him away. “Don’t make eye contact, I’m willing to bet he's on drugs.”

Harry turned to Peter, feeling disgusted. “How often do you see shit like this?” He whispered.

Peter laughed. “On a daily basis. It's just like that on subways.”

Harry looked between them. “I don’t like that.”

Peter led Harry to the far end of the car, away from the pickle man. The ride was thankfully uneventful, the guy just stayed eating pickles on his side and Harry and Peter stayed in their side.

The train came to a slow stop and Peter stood. Harry stood up quickly with Peter, wanting to get off of the smelly train and just be at Peter’s house already. Peter laughed gently and touched his arm as he led Harry off the train. “Relax Har, I doubt he’d do anything. If he does, I can protect us.” He promised, kissing Harry’s jawline gently.

Harry shifted and nodded. “Hmm.. okay.” He mumbled. 

He followed Peter quietly off the train and followed him out of the subway, into the cold winter air. He smiled as Peter squeezed his hand lightly and began swinging their arms. Harry smiled and squeezed his hand back. Peter made a face and chuckled lightly. “I really underestimate how much stronger you’ve gotten since you’ve become a vigilante.”

Harry glanced at him. “Huh?” 

“Your grip, it's a lot stronger now,” Peter replied, a smile on his face. 

Harry loosened his grip. “S-sorry.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “That was a compliment, Har. It’s good that you’re getting stronger, you’ll be able to fight better.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Harry stuttered. He couldn’t hide that one.

“Are you sure that everything is okay?” Peter felt Harry’s forehead, still felt cold. 

“I’m fine, just didn’t expect to be called strong today.” Harry smiled. It was a long shot but it seemed to work.

“You’re always strong, hon.” Peter rested his head on Harry’s shoulder and the two continued to walk.

The rest of the walk was silent, with Peter occasionally slowing to kiss Harry’s cheek. Finally, they got to Peter’s house. Peter fished the key from his pockets, before opening the door and letting Harry in. He closed the door carefully and locked it, turning to Harry with a grin. Harry smiled back before Peter looked around. “May?” He whisper-shouted, as he snuck out into the living room.

It was silent as he looked briefly, before turning to the kitchen. He entered, turning on the light, and looked around before seeing a note in red sharpie on the counter.

‘Peter, I got called to the hospital to work the night shift. I’ll be home at about 6 in the morning, you stay safe. Call me if you need anything. -May’

He smiled lightly at the note before turning to Harry. “Looks like we got the house to ourselves, Har!” Peter called.

Harry smiled as Peter stepped over to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Peter rested his hands on Harry’s shoulders as Harry pulled him closer by the waist. Slowly the kiss began to heat up as it deepened. Peter wanted to try something new. He prodded his tongue against Harry’s lips. It was surprising for Harry, but who was he to not give it a try? Harry’s hands moved up to the back of Peter’s head and Peter moved his arms so that they were draped over Harry’s shoulders. Harry had a grip on Peter’s hair, pushing Peter into the kiss even more. Peter gasped slightly only for it to be hushed.

It was exciting. Well, that was until Harry accidentally bit Peter’s tongue. The taste of blood exploded in his mouth, but it wasn’t disgusting to him. Peter’s blood tasted better than the blood sausage or the coconut water. He couldn’t describe what was so wonderful about it but all he knew was that he wanted more. He needed more. He-

“Harry?” Peter’s voice was soft. He didn’t even realize that Peter had pulled away from his lips. Then Harry realized what he was thinking. He knew that he was wrong to think these things, but half of him was assuring him this was right. That he needed to get more of Peter’s blood.

“Was that too much?” Peter asked, trying to get Harry to speak to him. Peter noticed something in Harry’s eyes. Primal fighting against the usual confident yet soft look in them.

He knew the look too well, fighting against your own instincts, he’s seen it in Miles’ eyes, and he’d felt it himself in the past. He took a step back. “H-Harry?” 

Harry took a step back and gasped, shaking and clutching his head. Harry straightened after a few seconds. Peter felt his eyes widen as Harry looked up. His eyes were darker than usual. Peter immediately turned to run when his spidey sense screamed, but Harry was already on top of him. He felt his heart pound in his chest as he felt Harry’s hot breath on his neck. He felt teeth dig into his neck and he let out a strangled and furious hiss as he began to attempt to kick Harry off. Peter immediately pushed on Harry’s chest, getting enough room to squeeze out.

Immediately after squeezing out, Peter got up and tried to get to the door. His neck stung and he could feel the blood flowing down, but right now he was on a survival high. Harry was on him again, this time slamming Peter to the wall.

“Harry, please! Get off!” Peter begged as he tried to push against Harry again. The scariest thing about this is how quiet Harry was. 

Harry caught both of Peter’s arms and pinned them to the wall, his right arm higher than his left. Harry went down to his neck again. The blood covered the left side of his neck. It was too messy to see the original bite marks. Peter felt his tongue press against his neck and it moved up. He couldn’t help but gasp and shudder as Harry pressed fangs back into the original holes and Peter screamed. Unlike last time the fangs felt like they were serrated and had hooked into his throat. 

His head began to spin as Harry kept him pinned. He kicked and hissed, but Harry was heavier than him and much stronger than usual, and even despite the circumstances, he didn’t want to hurt him. His head continued to spin as he struggled when dark spots appeared in his vision and he felt light-headed. He gave one more futile attempt to kick Harry off when he felt his limbs drop involuntarily, and he was out. Peter’s head fell to the side, giving Harry more room.

Harry kept drinking until he felt full. Even when he was full he almost continued, his blood tasted that good, until he realized what the hell he was doing. He gasped and let go of Peter as he took a step back. Peter slid down the wall. His head hung forward and his arms laid limply at his sides. Immediately a rush of panic overtook him when he saw Peter’s limp form. He ran forward, his hands hovering away from him. “Peter!? Peter- oh my god- Peter!” 

He lifted Peter’s head to look at his face. His lips were parted slightly and his eyes were closed, way too relaxed. It looked like Peter was asleep or… He grabbed Peter’s arm in a panic and searched for a pulse. He nearly collapsed when he felt one. “Oh thank god-” He wheezed. He picked Peter up and carried him to his room, his heart rate never slowing down. He scrambled around the room, searching for the first aid kit Peter kept around for his rough patrols. He found it under his desk. He ran to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel and wetted it, before returning to Peter’s room. He quickly began cleaning the blood which had poured down Peter’s neck and felt a rush of disgust when he realized how much he wanted to continue drinking. He threw the cloth aside to prevent himself from sticking it in his mouth, and wrapped Peter’s neck carefully, praying Peter’s powers would be able to keep him alive.

He felt his heart drop as he realized that he did this. He barely held back tears when he looked over Peter’s figure. The sweater he’d been wearing was now dark and bloodstained, his hands were covered in blood from when he tried covering his neck, the gauze on his neck had been turning red quickly but seemed to slow. He prayed silently that the wound was small enough for Peter’s body to take care of, as he pulled away. 

As much as he thought it would be best if he left, he just couldn’t. Peter deserved to know what was going on after all of this. So he sat in Peter’s office chair and waited. He didn’t deserve to be in his room or anywhere near Peter, but he had to see him wake up. 

While he waited, his brain brought him back to Peter’s blood and the bite. He hated that he was thinking about it and enjoying it. It was all fuzzy but he could hear Peter’s begs and screams. He could smell Peter’s blood and natural scent. He felt Peter go weak under him. And he wanted to do it again.

Why had this affected him so much? He had had blood sausage, shouldn’t that have stopped him from going nuts? Maybe it had to do with getting blood from a source that was still alive. Harry didn’t need an explanation to know that he was to blame for this. He should have been more controlled than this. Tears began to stream down his face as he realized what could've happened. What if he'd killed Peter? What if he lost control again? What if he killed someone else? Tears were cascading down his face as he curled into himself. 

He didn't know how long he stayed like that, but soon, Peter began to stir. He shot up, and grabbed a water bottle, rushing to Peter's side. "Pete? Are you okay?" He whispered breathlessly. 

Peter made a small noise as Harry handed him the water bottle. "Here." 

Peter glanced at the water bottle, seeming almost confused, before opening it and gulping the entire thing down. He pulled away and coughed, shaking his head, before groaning softly. "Wha... What happened?" He mumbled out, looking up at Harry. 

Harry took a breath to explain, when suddenly Peter's eyes changed, beginning to glow bright green as he hissed and moved backward, his hand flying to his throat. He pressed himself into the corner and wavered, his eyes squeezing shut as a wave of nausea came over him. He quickly recovered and hissed at Harry. "What the hell Harry!” He snarled. 

“I lost control. That explains my actions but doesn’t excuse them.” Harry stated. “Something did happen in Pennsylvania, Peter. I know that I should have told you earlier but I didn’t think that you’d believe me. I got bit and became a-“ 

“Vampire.” Peter finished for him. “We’ve literally fought werewolves together, Harry. Were you starving yourself?” 

“No. Well from actual blood yes.” Harry sighed. “I just didn’t know what to do.”

“You could have told me. The Avengers have a vampire protocol!” Peter yelled.

“Clearly I didn’t know that.” Harry snapped, his eyes darkening and teeth sharpening for a moment until he saw Peter’s scared face. Harry covered his mouth and took a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Harry gave his apology from behind his hand.

“You really don’t have any control over that, do you?” Peter asked, scooting a little closer.

Harry shook his head silently while frowning. A sad look crossed Peter's face before he straightened up slightly. "Can you hold yourself over for tonight?" Peter asked gently. 

Harry thought quietly for a moment. Could he? After a few moments, he decidedly nodded. "Yeah." 

Peter nodded before reaching down and grabbing the gauze and applying a second layer onto his neck. He stood up and changed his shirt, throwing the bloody sweater aside and pulled a clean one, also one of Harry’s, over his head, before taking off his jeans and pulling on sweatpants. Harry stared at the floor guiltily as Peter sat on the bed. There was a moment of silence before Peter sighed. "Come here."

Harry looked up. Peter had made a space for him on the bed and he had a soft smile on his face. Harry hesitated, before standing up and sitting on the bed. "Harry, get over here," Peter repeated, pulling Harry close. 

He yelped slightly as Peter hugged him. He stayed still for a moment, before squeezing his eyes shut and moving closer to Peter. Peter felt him begin to shake. "I'm sorry Peter, I'm so sorry... I-I didn't mean to- I didn't want to- I didn't want to hurt you I just-"

“Ssssh, it’s okay. We just need to work on control.” Peter hushed, running his fingers through his hair. “If you need a drink again, ask.” 

Harry pulled away to look at Peter. “Really?”

“Yeah, only on the arm though.” Peter gave an airy laugh. “I’ll be your human juice box until we get this fixed.”

Harry visibly cringed at that. "Don't call yourself that. I feel guilty enough." He mumbled. 

Peter let out a weak laugh. "Alright. Could you go get me some water, god knows how much blood you got from me and I gotta stay hydrated if I'm caring for you too now." 

Harry immediately nodded and ran downstairs. He grabbed the largest water bottle he could find and filled it up, before refilling the water purifier. His mind wandered for a moment as he put the container back into the fridge. He really didn't deserve Peter. After what he just put him through, he's willing to do this for him. It wasn't something he took for granted. He dropped a couple of ice cubes into the water before closing the top and taking it upstairs. "Here." He said, handing the bottle to Peter as soon as he entered the room. 

Peter smiled and thanked him before chugging a bit more. After a moment, Peter laughed. "What?" Harry asked. 

"I guess this is payback for all the times I've bitten you." He snorted. 

Harry felt his face turn red before raising an eyebrow. "First of all, those were consensual. Second of all, I enjoyed those. Third of all, I did the same to you."

Peter snickered before bearing his own fangs. "Yeah but you've never had fangs before." He teased. "How's it feel?" 

"Awful." Harry groaned. “They’re way too big and the sharpen randomly.” 

Peter started laughing but interrupted himself with a gasp. “It’s Fanged Friday!” Peter laughed at the face Harry made. Slowly Harry found himself laughing at it. 

“I guess it is.” Harry sighed. “Now drink, I don’t want you dehydrating on me.” 

Peter rolled his eyes. "God I've just given you an unlimited juice box and you're already taking me for granted."

Peter watched as Harry violently cringed at that. "Stop." 

Peter chuckled. "Harry I'm fine. I can only chug so much at once." He replied gently. 

Harry hesitated for a moment, before taking a deep breath. “I don’t.” He finally said.

“Hm?” Peter questioned.

“I-I don’t take you for granted I mean. I love you so much and I’m sorry for hurting you.” He murmured.

Peter smiled. “It’s okay, Harry.” He replied gently. “I know you don’t.”

Harry let a small smile appear his face. “Are you tired?”

“Sorta, just let me finish this water and I’ll sleep,” Peter answered before taking another sip. “Are you tired?”

Harry focused on himself. He wasn’t tired, but he hadn’t really slept all week. He had tried taking a nap but it didn’t work. “No, not really.”

Peter hummed softly and took another sip, before closing the bottle. “I think that's about as much as I can get down for now.” He said, setting the bottle on his bedside table.

Harry nodded. “Okay, do you want anything to eat?” He asked.

Peter immediately perked up at the mention of food. “Under my bed, I’ve got a candy stash.” He chirped, leaning over the side and pulling out a shoebox. 

Harry watched curiously as Peter opened it. He pulled out a few candy bars. “Do you still eat regular food?” Peter asked, giving him a curious look.

Harry shrugged. “I dunno.”

“What have you been surviving on?” People gave Harry a concerned look.

“Coconut water and English blood sausage,” Harry responded quickly. Peter shouldn’t have to worry anymore.

“Well do you want to try and eat something else?” Peter held out a granola bar. Harry hesitated in taking it, he wasn’t sure what could happen if he tried to eat it.

Shrugging, Harry took the granola bar and took a bite. After a few chews, it tasted like ash, and Harry gagged. 

“Nope, nuh-uh.” Harry stood up quickly and ran to Peter’s trash can and spat it out.

Peter cringed lightly. “Sorry.” He mumbled, stuffing a Snickers bar into his mouth. 

Harry smiled softly. “It’s okay.” He promised while wiping his mouth. 

He walked over and sat down beside Peter, who smiled at him. Peter closed the box and tossed it haphazardly aside and yawned. Harry chuckled lightly and poked his nose. “You’re adorable.”

Peter smacked his hand away and rolled his eyes. “Hush. Naptime.” He decided aloud. 

Harry nodded as Peter fell back and nestled under the covers. “Come on, Har.” He mumbled, getting comfortable.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think-”

Peter grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down. “Even if you don’t need sleep, you should at least rest.”

Harry hesitated for a moment, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around Peter, who smiled gently. He placed his head on Harry’s chest. His heartbeat was slower than he thought it would be. Considering that Harry was now a vampire it shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did, but it upset him slightly. Usually, Harry’s heartbeat would put him to sleep easily. With the new slower one it took longer.

Peter managed to fall asleep with his slower heartbeat. Harry stared quietly at Peter. He felt so small in his arms, and he couldn’t help but feel another rush of guilt. This was his fault. He should’ve just told Peter what had happened, not waited until he nearly killed him. He sniffed and tightened his grip on Peter. He needs to control himself better, which is something he’ll start to work on. He closed his eyes. He may not be able to fall asleep, but he can at least pretend and relax.

He stayed like that for a long time. He heard Peter began to purr at some point that interrupted his thoughts for a moment. 

At some point, Harry felt his face burning. He did his best to ignore it at first, but it began to hurt like hell. He opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by the sun. He began hissing and he pushed Peter off of him quickly and rolled off the bed to the shade.

“Harry?” Peter asked groggily, leaning over him. 

“I’m okay, just the sun.” Harry groaned, rubbing his eyes and the slight burn.

Peter cursed and sat up, closing the blinds. “I’m sorry I should’ve closed them! Are you okay?” He asked, looking worried.

Harry looked at his reddened skin and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” 

Peter was at his side almost immediately, checking the burns carefully. “How do you feel?” He asked gently.

Harry shook his head. “Okay.” He murmured.

Peter watched quietly before sniffing him lightly. “Okay, don’t hurt yourself.” He mumbled.

Peter held his head until Harry could open his eyes. Harry blinked a few times before being able to keep his eyes open. 

“You wouldn’t believe how many times that happened during this week.” He laughed lightly. Harry held his hand over one of Peter’s after catching his worried expression. “I’m fine. Just no sun.” 

“Okay.” Peter relaxed and stood up. His neck stung slightly when he looked around. He didn’t say anything about it to Harry because he didn’t want to have him feel any more guilty. 

He took a deep breath and began walking towards the door. “We should probably call the Avengers, they can help.” He said.

Harry nodded. “Will… will they…”

“They won’t hurt you, I’ll make sure of that,” Peter said firmly, a protective look crossing his face.

Harry smiled softly before he nodded. “Alright.”

He stood up, careful to avoid the light, and followed Peter downstairs. Peter closed the blinds and looked around carefully for a moment. “May should be home by now but since she had the night shift she’ll probably be asleep for a while. We have a couple of hours.” 

Peter went into the kitchen and got himself a bowl of cereal. Harry waited for him in the doorway, not trusting the curtains in there to protect him. Peter came back out into the living room and sat on the couch with Harry following him like a lost puppy.

“Does it still hurt?” Harry asked, now looking at Peter’s neck. 

“Eh, I’ve been through way worse pain than this. I’m fine, just sore.” Peter acted like that was a completely normal response. It was for him, but Harry still cringed, thinking about how much pain Peter has been through. 

Peter turned on the TV. It already had an opening card for a movie. He had a habit of leaving discs in the DVR. Peter let the movie continue and began to eat his cereal happily. Harry laughed when he realized it was Back to the Future. “Why do you have Back to the Future on DVD?” He questioned playfully.

Peter shrugged. “Ask Aunt May. I found it yesterday and started watching it before you showed up.”

The two sat quietly, enjoying the movie when Peter stretched out over Harry. He looked down to see Peter lying comfortably on his stomach, his head in Harry’s lap. He was on his phone, presumably texting Kamala. Peter wrapped one arm around Harry’s back and supported his phone with it and had his other arm under his chin as he typed one-handed.

“So, she said that we could meet up at night.” Peter piped, shutting his phone off. “We don’t want them to see a crisp Harry Osborn now do we?” 

Harry gave him a smile and patted his head. “That we do not. Are you really okay with me staying the whole day? I don’t have any coconut water.” 

“I’m perfectly fine with you staying here, just tell me when you’re hungry,” Peter responded sweetly.

Harry smiled softly, before beginning to comb his fingers through Peter's hair. It was quiet as the movie played, with occasional laughter and small talk, but for the most part, the couple remained silent. As the movie ended, Peter glanced at the movie case. "What do you wanna watch now?" He asked, looking over the backs of the movies as he examined them. 

Harry leaned forward. "What do you have?" 

Peter shrugged. "A lot."

“Okay, I’ll look,” Harry said, trying to stand. Peter wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist as he stood up. 

“I’m not letting go.” Peter looked up with a smug look.

“Well, I’m not stopping.” Harry then went to the DVR, Peter still wrapped around his waist. He had assumed Peter had gotten up and followed him. 

“So what movie-“ Harry looked and saw that Peter was still halfway on the couch. “Peter.”

“What?” His voice was laced with a laugh.

Harry began laughing at the ridiculousness of his position. "Peter- Peter get off the couch."

Peter began laughing while trying to keep his arms firm around Harry's waist. "No." 

Harry grabbed his face and pushed him gently. "Release me!" He shouted playfully, attempting to shove Peter off. 

Peter screamed and clutched Harry's shirt. "NO!"

Peter kept his grip tight as Harry tried to pry the fingers off his shirt. “You’re going to fall.”

“I’ll fall when I say I will.” Peter laughed. 

“You two are just the definition of clingy.” May laughed. She was already dressed in the scrubs.

Peter screamed, not having heard her enter, and his legs slipped off the couch. He squeezed Harry's abdomen, making Harry yelp. "Peter!" He shouted.

Peter still didn't release despite now laying on the floor. "Morning Aunt May." He called to her. 

She laughed. "Hello boys, how was your date last night?" She asked happily. 

Peter hesitated for a moment. "U-hmm it was good! Yeah, it went great!" He lied, his voice cracking slightly.

May didn't seem to pick up on it as she nodded. "I'm glad to hear that." She walked up to the front door and picked up her purse. “I got another shift so I’ll see you night around 1 am. Love ya.”

“Have fun! Love you too!” Peter called as May walked out the door. 

“Please let go,” Harry asked. 

“Why?” Peter questioned before he felt it. That led to a smile then a laugh. “Oh.”

“Shut it!” Harry snapped half-heartedly with a flushed face.

Peter released him, but still looked playful. "You know, we are home alone now, and we don't have anything to do until tonight." He replied with a grin. 

Harry was flustered but sighed. "I don't want to accidentally hurt you." He mumbled. He looked slightly upset that he had to decline. 

Peter rolled his eyes and stopped to think, as he approached the movie case. “What about a muzzle?”

“Peter!” Harry was so red that he looked like he was about to explode. 

“Alright alright.” Peter surrendered, now pulling out some movies. "Hey, we got Twilight.”

“We are not watching that.” Harry gave Peter a playful glare. “It stupid.”

“Maybe we can learn more about vampires by-“ 

“I don’t glitter in the moonlight. I get hyperactive.” Harry stopped Peter, who was snickering.

“Okay, no Twilight.” Peter smiled.

He continued sifting through. “We have Harry Potter.” He offered.

Harry sighed. “It’s that or something stupid, isn’t it?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah pretty much.”

Harry huffed. “Alright let’s binge-watch them I guess.” He chuckled. 

Peter places the first movie in and stood, lending Harry a hand to get up. Harry took it, not that he needed help up but because he wanted to hold his hand.

The two went and sat down on the couch. Peter pulled his legs onto the couch while Harry kept his on the floor. The movie screen card popped up and Peter pressed play. Halfway through the movie, Harry heard Peter hum a song. He looked down, recognizing the tune. He smiled and sang softly along.

“And if you have a minute, why don’t we go,

Talk about it somewhere only we know, 

This could be the end of everything

So why don’t we go somewhere only we know”

Peter jumped at Harry’s voice when he began singing. “Shit you heard that?” 

Harry laughed and nodded. “Yep, I got enhanced hearing too now hon.”

Peter visibly cringed backward. “Mmmm, don’t like that.”

“Why? Are there things you don’t want me to hear?” Harry asked, half teasingly and half concerned. 

“I think I’ll just start snapping in your ear whenever I mumbled to myself,” Peter responded. He was dodging the question so that was a yes.

“You better not. I almost blew out my eardrum Wednesday.” Harry muttered the last part.

Peter snickered lightly. “Now you understand.”

“I didn’t realize earbuds would be so painful!” 

Peter recoiled. “Yeah you learn to either A, have them at the lowest volume, or B, headphones at, again, a low volume.” 

Harry nodded. “Yeah yeah I got the message. Don’t wear earbuds or keep the volume down.”

Peter chortled at Harry’s irritation, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t worry hon, you won’t have to deal with that for much longer.”

“Can’t wait for that.” Harry let out a long sigh. 

They continued to finish up the first movie and Peter went to put in the second when something felt off. Harry had pulled away when Peter stood up instead of taking his revenge on Peter from earlier. He looked at Harry and saw that he was blocking his mouth with his hand. He could see Harry clenching his fist. Peter frowned and moved towards him. "Are you hungry?" He asked gently. 

Harry shifted and avoided his gaze, but nodded. Peter sat beside him and grabbed his free hand hesitantly, before offering his arm up. Harry stopped and watched him with a worried gaze, still covering up his mouth. 

“Are you sure?” Harry’s voice was muffled by his hand. 

Peter nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m offering Harry.”

Harry looked down at Peter’s arm and sighed. “Stop me if I’m taking too much.” He said, taking his hand away from his mouth.

“I will.” Peter smiled. Harry took Peter’s arm into his free hand. After taking a deep breath, Harry lowered his head and Peter felt the familiar sting in his arm that he felt last night in his neck.

He winced and turned his head away. Harry was careful to drink slowly, so Peter would be able to tell him to stop if he took too much. The taste of Peter's blood was somehow the best and worst thing he's ever tasted. He knew that the only reason he was upset about the taste was because of how much he cared for Peter and it almost disgusted him how much he was enjoying the taste. 

After a few minutes, Harry felt Peter squeeze his hand slightly harder. Harry pulled away and saw that Peter had dropped a few shades but he was still smiling at Harry.

“Are you feeling better?” Peter asked.

Harry released his arm. "Y- I'm sorry, are- are you okay?" 

Peter swallowed. "Yeah I'm okay, I just need water." 

Harry felt a slight rush of guilt. "Alright, okay yeah I'll go get some." He stood up quickly and made his way to the kitchen, careful to avoid the patches of sunlight, before reaching into the fridge and grabbing a water bottle and running back to Peter's side. 

He gave Peter the bottle, who was quick to chug it. “Do you mind changing the movie?” 

“Of course not, just a sec.” Harry quickly ran into his boyfriend’s room and picked up the first aid kit. He scaled back to Peter’s side immediately and started to clean up the blood.

Peter smiled fondly. “Harry, I’m okay.” He reassured gently, an amused look crossing his face. 

Harry didn’t reply, focused on cleaning the blood and wrapping the wound that now graced Peter’s forearm. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, still cleaning.

Peter rolled his eyes. “It’s okay Harry, I let you do this.” He promised.

Harry didn't reply but continued to clean the bite marks. Peter smiled fondly as Harry sealed the tape. "I love you." Peter murmured.

Harry smiled back. "I love you too, Peter.”

When he was satisfied with his bandaging job, Harry went to put the second movie in, kissing Peter’s forehead before doing so. He came back to Peter’s side quickly. Once he sat down Peter pressed into him.

Peter pressed play on the remote and the familiar music filled the room. He leaned comfortably into Harry and felt himself wander in and out of consciousness. Harry felt Peter begin to purr against his side as he began to drift asleep. Harry smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “Sleep tight, hon.” He murmured softly.

Peter shifted in his sleep and let out a long, relaxed sigh. Harry couldn’t help but fawn over his tiny boyfriend. 

~~~

“Peter? Peter?” Harry cooed, shaking the sleeping teen. Peter let out a whine and looked up. He was right on Harry’s chest. 

“Hm?” Peter muttered softly, nuzzling his chin into his chest.

“We should start getting ready to leave,” Harry whispered, running his fingers through his hair.

Peter let out another pitiful whine before a shiver ran down his spine and he attempted to get up. Harry chuckled as the small boy wobbled his way to his feet. “You’re adorable.” He laughed playfully, as Peter stood. 

Peter hissed lightly at him before wrapping his arms around his body. “God it’s cold.” He whimpered.

Harry stood up and approached him, touching his shoulder lightly, before Peter flinched back. “You’re cold too. No more cuddles until you are normal temperature.” He growled teasingly, before making his way upstairs, shivering lightly.

Harry laughed to himself, knowing full well that Peter would cave before him. He waited at the bottom of the stairs. He could hear Peter’s footsteps coming down. 

“Are you putting on the mask?” Harry asked seeing Peter’s bag.

“Nah, they know and I was upset for two weeks.” Peter nudged Harry in a joking manner.

Harry nodded hesitantly before a more confident look crossed his face and he nodded. “Alright.” He replied.

Peter looked around, before grabbing a few granola bars and eating them casually. “The sun still needs a couple of minutes to fully set, but we can be off pretty soon.”

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

“Any last-minute requests? Are… are you hungry? You’ve only… eaten, once today.” 

“No,” Harry replied quickly. “We don’t need you passed out on the subway.” 

“Mmm, good point.” Peter smiled, heading to the door. “Don’t go starving yourself though.”

“I don’t want to drink any more blood.” 

Peter nodded understandingly. “Alright, hon.” 

Peter chugged a few more glasses of water, and scarfed down one more granola bar and a hard-boiled egg, before trotting towards the door. “Let’s go, it’s dark enough now.”

Harry nodded and followed Peter out of the door. Peter locked it and pocketed the key, before turning and walking towards the nearest bus stop.

Harry was next to him and Peter looked him up and down and started laughing slightly. He took Harry’s hand and pulled him down slightly. “Look down.” 

Harry did so and realized that he was levitating an inch off the ground. As he realized he fell slightly down meeting the ground.

“Ooooo, flying Harry. Are you going to go to the moon?” Peter was doing his stupid voice.

“Please stop, I’m begging you.” 

“Gonna go to the moon, space boy?” Peter's voice turned into a laugh.

“Hush!” He snapped playfully.

“Make me!” Peter threatened.

Harry leaned forward and kissed Peter on the lips, making the boy lean back slightly before the boy pulled away and ducked under Harry’s second attempt at kissing him. “Come at me!” He shouted, before turning and running down the walkway.

Harry began laughing and chasing after Peter quickly. Peter glanced over his shoulder to see Harry much closer than he anticipated. He let out a playful cry of alarm and sped up, running close to top speed with Harry keeping up well. He felt arms wrap around him and he screamed playfully as Harry tackled him, toppling them both in a ball of flailing laughter. Peter kicked Harry off of him and bared his fangs impishly, and Harry did so as well. Peter recoiled and hissed before the two began laughing softly. 

They collected themselves before the bus came. The driver didn’t seem to give two shits about what was going on. A few other people were already on the bus, most on their phones.

Peter took a seat in the only open chair and scooched so that Harry had some room. Harry sat down next to him and the two made themselves comfortable. Peter pulled out his phone and two pairs of Bluetooth earbuds and handed one to Harry. “I got an idea.” He said.

Harry raised an eyebrow, but turned on the earbuds and connected to Peter’s phone. Peter began hiding what he was searching for as a devilish grin crossed his face. Harry narrowed his eyes at him before Peter began giggling, and he turned the phone to Harry. He had turned on Vampire Diaries. 

“Why are you like this?” Harry glared at Peter.

“I’ve learned to joke about things.” Peter smiled.

“Can you turn it off?” Harry begged.

“No.” Peter gave Harry big innocent eyes. Harry let out a groan. “This isn’t even the first episode so you’ll never know what’s going on.”

“Torture.” Harry groaned again.

Peter laughed softly at his boyfriends’ distress, before turning to the phone and leaning into him. Despite Harry’s mock-hatred of the show, he leaned back into Peter and found himself enjoying the moment. Less so because of the show, but because he was here. Out and about with Peter. Just how he loves it. And despite the complaining, Harry became curious about the show and its plotline after a few minutes of watching Peter’s intense gaze on the phone. He hummed quietly, and that’s how it was in the ensuing 20 minutes before the bus came to a halt. “We’ll have to take the subway from here,” Peter replied.

“If there’s another guy eating pickles I will cry.” Harry and Peter stood and walked off the bus. The closest subway was another twenty minutes away. 

“There probably will be.” Peter laughed as Harry’s face turned into disgust. “Or maybe a naked man.” 

“What?” Harry blurted, caught off guard. Peter nodded. “Fuck.”

Harry cringed as Peter snorted. “You haven’t even seen the worst of it Harry. One time on the way to school there were literally people having sex, it was horrifying.”

Harry gagged at that. “Stop- stop it- Peter-” 

Peter began laughing loudly. “Welcome to New York City, hon.”

Harry gagged again, his face changing to absolute horror. “Peter, if people are having sex, I will shamelessly end their life.”

Peter laughed loudly and shoved him lightly. “Stop that! I understand where you’re coming from but murder is a no!”

“Public indecency is a no too but they don’t seem to care so why should I?” Harry gave Peter a devilish smile as Peter shoved him lightly again.

“No. The cops can take care of both of those things.” Peter scolded lightly.

“Did you call the cops when it happened?” Peter stayed quiet. “Point proven. I’ll become the vigilante that subway needs.”

Peter laughed at the comment. “Alright, subway-man.” He teased before his eyes widened. “ALRIGHT JARRED-”

“STOP.”

Peter began laughing loudly and had to stop for a moment as Harry glared at him. “You are a bad person, Peter.” He scowled. 

Peter only continued to laugh as they walked. Harry couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto his face. Peter’s laugh was just enough to do that, no matter how stupid the joke was or stressful the situation.

“You’re not going to drop this, are you?” Harry asked and Peter shook his head. 

Harry shook his head, unable to force an angry face. “God- you!” He yelled playfully, before breaking off into laughter.

Peter snickered before burying his face in the crook of Harry’s neck. Harry sighed fondly and intertwined their fingers, before glaring at him playfully and continuing to walk in peaceful silence. The silence, however, was soon interrupted when Peter nudged him lightly. Harry looked down at him, and Peter kissed his cheek. “Look forward.” He murmured.

Harry obeyed curiously before Peter whispered quietly to him. “Someone’s following us- don’t turn around. They’ve been following us for the past three blocks.”

Harry looked over his shoulder and sure enough, there was someone there. Head down and hands in their pockets. He wrapped his arm around Peter and held him close.

“If they try anything, I’m going to bite,” Harry whispered.

Immediately, Peter glared at him. “Don’t kill him.” He warned.

Harry nodded and sped up lightly. After a moment, he felt Peter gasp beside him and his eyes widened as he turned to try and meet the man, who had quickly and suddenly rushed up behind him. Harry turned to attack, but the man had already grabbed Peter and was holding him in a tight headlock. Peter hissed and screamed loudly, attempting to throw the man off him, and Harry quickly rushed forward. He stopped when the man pulled out a knife and kept the blade pressed against Peter’s throat, the cold steel sending shivers down his spine. Harry was staring wide-eyed and angry as the man glared and in a raspy voice hissed, “Drop everything of value or I swear to god I will kill him right now.” 

Harry reached into his pockets and pulled out his wallet, but kept his hand in his other pocket. Peter was watching them both carefully. He could easily throw this man off his rhythm by throwing him over his head, but the knife was pushed dangerously against his neck.

Harry held out his wallet and the guy went to take it. Harry’s other hand came out of his pocket and grabbed his arm. He pulled him away from Peter, who, luckily, was not cut. The man released the wallet and attempted to use his now free hand to attack Harry. He lunged forward and gripped onto his neck and Harry snarled loudly, crushing the man's wrist in his arm and pulling him towards him to bite him. The man yelped in alarm as Harry bit through his jacket sleeve. He didn’t release his grip but loosened it enough for Harry to shake his hand off his neck, and after he released his bite from him. The man, still not giving up, began attempting to overpower Harry again. He struggled against the man but was able to overcome him with his increased strength. The man stumbled as Harry tried pinning him when he switched the knife from one hand to another and stabbed at Harry frantically. Harry felt the cold steel pierce his skin and let out a cry of pain, when Peter lunged forward, tackling the man over, causing him to drop the knife in alarm. “HARRY! ARE YOU OKAY?!” Peter cried out in alarm.

Harry felt where the stab wound was. He wasn’t bleeding heavily but he sure of hell was angry. He looked back at the man and Peter. The guy was trying to grab his knife while Peter kept him down. That angered Harry even more for some reason.

Peter was surprised to be pushed off of the man by Harry. He hadn’t pushed him hard, but enough to startle him. Harry bared his fangs and grabbed the man by the collar, yanking him upwards. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He snarled furiously in the man's face, a very dangerous calm to his voice.

The man trembled slightly before saying, “I was-” The fact that the man had the balls to even reply sent sparks of rage through Harry, and he could barely keep himself from killing the man right then and there. “I was looking for money for drugs.”

Harry hissed violently at him, his fangs sharpening. “You’re going to need a lot of those to forget this.” Harry went to bite his neck but was stopped by Peter’s hand which he bit.

“Harry, stop!” 

He looked up, somewhat alarmed to see Peter staring at him worriedly. He quickly released Peter’s hand and stepped off the man, who immediately ran as soon as he was released. Harry stared after him furiously, before turning to Peter who was holding his bleeding hand. “Why did you stop me?” His voice was a mixture of fury and concern.

Peter looked at him. “You were going to kill him- what he did wasn’t okay but you can’t kill people!” 

Harry felt his heart jump when he realized that Peter's eyes were watering. He looked just a moment or two away from crying. “You do realize that I could have killed you if I had kept going?”

“I knew you wouldn’t,” Peter responded before his face dropped. “You would have stopped, right?”

Harry gave Peter a slight glare and then shut his eyes, letting out a long sigh. “I don’t know.”

Peter shook his head. “Who are we kidding, it’s YOU, Harry. I know you would’ve stopped. Plus it’s not like I’m helpless, I could’ve thrown you off if I had to.”

Harry stared at him quietly, before murmuring, “That’s not the point, Peter.”

“The point is that I love you and I know you love me. I know you’d get control of yourself before you’d seriously hurt me. You did it before, and you’ve just done it now.” 

“If I hadn’t realized it was you, I would have popped a major artery,” Harry mumbled. He was ashamed to admit that his mind was jumping with joy at the thought.

They stood in the alley in silence for a few minutes. To passersby, it could have looked like a drug deal going on. Finally, Peter took a deep breath and moved forward to hug him. He wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him tight. “But you did, and you stopped.” He murmured softly.

Harry felt his heart squeeze and he held back tears and wrapped his arms around Peter. A few stray tears slipped out of his eyes and he squeezed him back, sniffing lightly. Harry felt himself begin to shudder as he barely refrained from sobbing out.

“We’re going now, okay?” Peter hushed. Harry nodded, wanting all of this to be over. He also didn’t want to know what this feeling was that was coming over him. 

They walked out back onto the street and continued to the subway. Once there they had to wait ten minutes for a train to pull up. They boarded the train, thankfully alone, and Peter held Harry close. He could see Harry's distress and didn't want to leave him without comfort. Harry was thankful for the contact, enjoying the feeling of Peter rubbing his back gently and quietly as he murmured soft sweet nothings as the train chugged along. "So we're gonna meet the Avengers at Avengers Tower and they'll have a cure ready for you. They said it might take an extra day or so for it to completely get rid of the vampirism and it won't be the most pleasant thing you've ever experienced, but it'll be a cure." Peter explained gently and quietly.

“Alright,” Harry mumbled. “I just want to get this all over with.” 

“It will be over soon.” Peter cooed.

The train slowed down after 20 or so minutes and they got up and left. Only one person was in the subway station was wearing a hood over their face. Harry and Peter seemed to catch their attention.

“Hey!” She called, catching their attention. Peter looked over and smiled as Harry looked over confused.

“Escorting us there, Kamala?” He teased.

The person- Kamala, shushed him sharply. "Yes, now shut up! I'm undercover."

Peter put his hands up in surrender and felt Harry shift uncomfortably beside him. He leaned gently into Harry and murmured, "It's okay, I know her. She won't do anything." 

Harry still seemed uncomfortable, as Kamala watched him curiously. "So you're the one with vampirism?" She asked, her voice lowering as she spoke.

Harry flinched but replied, "Yeah. Pete said you guys could fix this?"

“Yeah, hope you don’t mind injections.” Kamala began to walk up the stairs of the subway with Peter and Harry following behind her.

The streets were of course packed. It was a wonder how they were able to stay near them. As they passed people, Harry’s smelled increased and he began to hyperventilate. Peter intertwined their fingers gently, recognizing that Harry was beginning to have a sensory overload. "Harry, just take deep breaths. We're almost at Avengers Tower." He whispered, feeling Harry began to shake. 

Harry nodded and the three began to speed up. "Kamala is there any less crowded way we could take?" Peter asked quickly. 

Kamala turned and frowned. "Yeah, but it'll take longer to get there." She warned. 

Peter turned to Harry. "Do you wanna take the less crowded way?" Peter asked.

“I think I’ll need to.” Harry nodded. His brain was telling him to hunt and he sure as hell didn’t want to hurt anyone around here. 

“Alright, I’ll notify that we’ll be late.” Kamala sighed, pulling out her phone. After shooting a text to Bruce, she motioned for the boys to follow her.

She turned into a dimly lit alleyway, before leading them through a few more, and arriving at a much quieter road. Peter turned to Harry and frowned, seeing the pain and hunger in his eyes. "Harry, do you need to stop to eat?" He whispered gently. 

Harry flinched at the idea. When he had bitten Peter's hand and got a taste of his blood, it had made him undoubtedly hungry, but he believed he could last. He shook his head. "I-I think I can manage." He mumbled. 

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. "Harry if you need to stop to drink a little, I won't mind. I won't let you drink so much that I can't keep going but it'll be enough to hold you over."

“I’m fine, really.” Harry lied. Yes, he was thirsty, but he didn’t think he’d be able to stop once he started.

“Okay.” Peter sighed, knowing that Harry was lying but decided not to push.

“Are you sure you’re not just an old married couple?” Kamala questioned.

Peter blushed slightly and glared at her playfully. "Hardy har, am I not allowed to worry about my boyfriend?"

Kamala laughed. "You're acting like Tony and Steve after a battle. You're all over each other and worrying." 

Peter rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up." 

“I bet your spider friends say the same thing.” Kamala smiled. After bickering for a bit they made it to the back entrance of Avengers Tower. Kamala pressed her hand to the door. A few seconds later it beeped and she was able to push the door open.

“Come on.” She motioned them to follow.

The lobby was dark and empty as she led them towards the elevator. She smiled and looked up. "Hey JARVIS, could you take us to the infirmary to see Bruce?"

"Of course Ms. Marvel," The elevator replied.

Peter gasped and looked up. "Oh my god, I forgot Stark had an AI!"

Kamala laughed. "You can talk to him." She said grinning at him. 

Peter went wide-eyed before he looked up. "Hi JARVIS!" He yelped excitedly. 

"Hello Mr. Parker," JARVIS greeted. 

Peter's eyes bulged and he gasped. "You know me?!"

Harry chuckled at Peter's wonder with the AI. “Of course I do.”

Harry watched as Peter’s eyes filled with wonder. If under different circumstances, Peter would be questioning JARVIS like his life depended on it.

“He’s like a child a Disneyland,” Kamala whispered as Peter started asking little questions to the AI.

“You should see him around Scat,” Harry whispered.

Kamala raised a curious eyebrow. “Who’s Scat? Isn’t that another word for… you know, poop?”

Harry chuckled softly. “Yeah, and Scat is his baby spider. He considers her his daughter and treats her as such.” He snorted. “Also wouldn’t call her a little shit. Almost lost my life the minute a brought that point into his view.”

Kamala stared at him. “He has a spider?”

“Duh.”

Kamala stared at him with a somewhat alarmed look before shrugging. “Seen weirder I guess.”

“I bet.” Harry smiled. The elevator door opened with a ding and the group stepped out. Kamala dimmed the lights, noticing Harry wince.

“Follow me.” Kamala waved them over. They walked across the tiled floor to Bruce Banner, who had tested tubes filled with a dark green liquid. He looked up from the desk and smiled.

“Hello there.” Banner stood up with his hand out for both of the boys to shake. 

Peter excitedly shook his hands. “Uh- hello Dr. Banner!” He greeted ecstatically. 

Banner chuckled as Harry approached and shook his hand as well. “U-um, it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Harry said.

Banner nodded at the two, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both as well. Now, which one of you got bit?” He asked.

Peter snorted. “Both of us.” 

Harry smacked his stomach lightly and glared at him, a slight blush of embarrassment crossing his face. “Shut up, Peter.”

Peter chortled before pointing to Harry. “He did, sir.”

“Alright.” Bruce stood up and offered Harry his chair. “You’ll need to sit for the injection. I should warn you that you might pass out after.”

Harry nodded, taking a seat. “Please just get it over with.”

Bruce nodded as Peter moved to his side. “Wanna hold my hand?” He asked, only half teasing.

Harry glared at him. “No.” He said. It was a lie. He really did want to hold Peter’s hand, but his pride was getting in the way. 

He watched as the needle went into his arm, Bruce looking up at him to make sure he was okay before the dark liquid was injected. 

It felt tingly going in his arm. That feeling soon spread throughout his body and became intense. The only way to really describe it was being put to sleep for medical procedures. Harry felt his breaths become longer. His neck rolled back and he closed his eyes. 

He felt like he was falling but didn’t meet with the cold, hard, tiled floor. Instead, he shot up in a hospital bed in a pitch-black room. He looked around as his eyes adjusted. He was still in Avengers Tower’s medical wing. Harry tried moving slightly only to have his leg hit something. Looking down he saw Peter passed out with his head on the bed with his arms shielded around him. He reached down and touched Peter’s head. He immediately jerked awake, making a small ‘mrr?’ sound. Harry practically felt his heart explode at that, as Peter looked up and smiled weakly. “Hhhhi Harry…” He slurred softly.

Harry smiled. “Hi, Pete.” He murmured gently, feeling woozy from the injection.

Peter grinned as Harry opened his arms. “Cuddles.” He mumbled.

Peter’s grin grew and climbed up onto Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry’s torso. He smiled and wrapped his arms around the smaller, exhausted boy and let out a deep sigh.

“Why did you have to be so dramatic when you fell?” Peter mumbled, nuzzling Harry.

“What do you mean?” Harry laid his head back onto the bed.

“One second you were fine, the next you death dropped.” Peter giggles a little at the end. “You just completely went ragdoll.”

Harry laughed softly. “Hush, you.” He growled playfully.

Peter took a deep breath and nestled into his chest, getting comfortable quickly. “Can we nap for a minute?” He asked softly.

Harry nodded. “Sure, yeah why not.” And the two dozed off.

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Early the next day, Bruce opened the door to be met with the sight of Peter fast asleep on top of Harry, snoring softly. He carefully made his way over as to not wake Harry. 

Once next to them, he shook Peter slightly. “Hey, Spidey.” He whispered.

Peter made a small noise unhappily, before looking up. He looked up to see Bruce looking at him, slightly amused. Peter mewled softly and adjusted so he could sit up without disturbing Harry under him. After a moment, he finally sat up and looked towards Bruce. “What’s up?” He asked softly, rubbing his face as his eyes adjusted to the light.

Bruce looked at Harry, then to Peter. “It’s noon right now and I didn’t think you’d want to sleep all day.” He said chuckling lightly.

“You wanna bet?” Peter said jokingly. Bruce smiled and let out a little laugh. Peter took his phone from his pocket and saw that he had multiple notifications from Miles. They were all asking where he was and why he was late. The last one stuck with Peter though.

‘Oh yeah, it was date night last night. Take your time recovering 😉’

He felt his face heat up as he nudged Harry softly. “Har, time to get up hon.” 

Harry groaned softly and opened his eyes, looking tired as he sat up slowly. “Wha? What happened?”

“You’re not a vampire anymore,” Peter replied, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to Harry’s forehead.

Harry made a small noise at the contact and leaned into Peter. “That’s good.” He said.

Peter smiled but felt his face heat again as Harry pressed a kiss to his cheek and began working down his jawline. He pushed him away gently. “Harry, Bruce is here.” He warned softly.

Harry blushed slightly. “Ask him to leave?”

“I think it’s our time to leave, Harry.” Peter smiled as he stood up.

Harry felt a rush of disappointment at the loss of Peter's warmth but still stood up and stretched. He felt his tight muscles become sore at the movement as he felt lightheaded from holding his breath for a moment too long. He grabbed onto Peter's shoulder, stabilizing himself, as Peter turned and smiled at him. "Do you wanna go to my house or should I walk you home?" He asked. 

Harry cleared his throat and nodded. "I'd like to keep napping with you." He replied, smiling at the brunet. 

Bruce laughed softly. "Let me run a few tests to make sure everything's out of your system. Don't want you going home under the assumption you're cured only to find you might not be."

Harry nodded. Bruce went to get the medical equipment of his desk. He came back with them and pulled out a needle. He looked between Harry and Peter. “Maybe you should hold his hand this time. It could calm you enough so that you don’t pass out again.” 

Harry looked away embarrassed but did sneak Peter’s hand into his own. Peter smiled and squeezed Harry's hand back happily. Harry felt his smile grow as Peter leaned into him as Bruce drew the blood. Peter moved his head to face him, effectively averting his gaze away from the needle as he took a slow breath, drinking in Harry's returning natural scent. "What do you wanna do when we get home? Other than the obvious." 

Harry blushed at the comment, knowing exactly what Peter meant. "Maybe I can take you out for lunch. Regular lunch this time."

“Before you go, let’s see how’d you react to the sun.” Bruce noted, “I mean you haven’t been hit with sunlight yet today.” 

Bruce went to open the curtains but stopped until he got a nod from Harry. The sun bathed over Harry and he was glad that he didn’t feel like he wasn’t burning.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked, “Kwispy?”

“No.” Harry smiled. "I actually feel pretty good." 

Peter felt his heart skip for a moment as he watched Harry close his eyes and take a deep breath. He could tell he was enjoying the warmth and light. Peter chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

"I just have a couple more blood tests to run which should only take a few minutes then you should be on your way. Peter, you're free to remove the bandages on your arm and neck. I'm sure the wounds are healed now what with your enhanced healing." 

Peter perked at the memory as he touched the scratchy gauze. "I honestly forgot I had these on." 

Bruce laughed good-naturedly. "Do you two want anything to eat or drink before you head out?" He offered. 

“Water.” The two said in unison. Bruce laughed lightly before leaving briefly the room. 

He came back with the water, Peter had been able to take off the bandages and throw them away before he had gotten back.

Harry took the water and chugged it. Definitely way better than drinking blood and feeling bad about it. 

Peter smiled as he took a sip of his own. He was glad that Harry was finally able to drink something other than blood. Of course, he was willing to give him his blood, he was just glad that he didn’t have to anymore. 

Harry was thankful for a liquid that wasn't blood as he pulled the bottle away from his lips. "Oh my god water has never tasted so good."

Peter laughed at the statement as he grabbed one of Harry's hands. "Well if you enjoy water that much you're gonna love juice." 

Harry stared at him wide-eyed before whispering, "Please tell me you guys have apple juice." 

Peter laughed loudly before nodding. "Of course we do, hon. Come on, let's have Bruce finish these tests then we can head home."

"I just need another minute," Bruce reassured as he stepped over to a machine in which the blood was being tested. 

Harry grinned and watched excitedly as the blood turned in the vial as Bruce tapped on a tablet. "Aaand, done. You're all clear." He said aloud.

Harry pumped his fist. "Yes! Peter, let's go!"

Peter laughed as Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him up from the bed. Harry got out of his bed quickly and dragged Peter to the elevator. “See you around Dr. Banner!”

“Goodbye Parker.” Banner waved as the door shut.

“I’m going to eat everything in your house,” Harry said casually.

“Hear me out. We go to an all you can eat place.” Peter smiled.

“You’re a genius and I love you.” Harry kisses the top of Peter’s head and smiled.

Peter laughed happily. "Let me change first. I'm still wearing, you know, a blood-covered sweatshirt." 

Suddenly Peter stopped. "Oh my god, I STAINED YOUR SWEATSHIRT! THIS THING IS SO DRIED- IT'LL NEVER COME OUT!" He suddenly wailed, realizing the bloodstain from when Harry had been stabbed earlier and when he had bitten Peter’s hand.

Harry laughed. "Peter I have more sweatshirts," 

"THIS WAS MY FAVORITE ONE HARRY! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" He cried out again. “NOT TO MENTION THE ONE AT HOME!”

Harry grabbed Peter's face. "Peter look at me. I have so many sweatshirts. I can replace this one."

"But- but Harry-"

"No buts. I'll replace it."

Peter crosses his arms and pouted. Harry messed up his hair and got a playful smack. 

“Come on, I wanna eat a place out of business.” Harry pecked Peter’s cheek as the elevator door opened. 

Harry grabbed Peter’s arm again and ran out the back of Avengers Tower. He wasn’t a fast as he was last night but still fast.

“You’re acting like me after a long patrol.” Peter laughed.

Harry groaned. "Peter I haven't had regular food in ages. Let me eat myself into a food coma."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Still gotta take a detour to change!" He shouted. 

The two got on a subway and waited impatiently to arrive at Peter's house. Both of them were admittedly hungry, but Peter wasn't keen on going to a buffet in bloody clothing. They got some strange looks from people as they exited the subway and made their way to the bus station, but Peter didn't mind. He didn't know them and he doubted anyone would call 911, as much as that partially upset him. As the bus screeched to a halt in front of the bus stop, Peter was quick to get off and begin jogging towards his place with Harry in tow. 

"We have about 30 minutes until the next bus. If we're quick we both can sneak in a shower. I have an outfit of yours you left at my house." Peter called over his shoulder. 

“Sounds good,” Harry called back as he followed. They reached Peter’s door and Harry had to catch his breath. He had vampire speed for so long he had forgotten what it felt like to actually put effort into running.

“Does my Harr-Bear need to get a workout schedule?” Peter teased.

“Oh hush.” Harry rolled his eyes and gave Peter a playful punch. Peter stuck his tongue out while opening the door. 

“I’m going to take my shower now.” Peter decided. Before he could reach the stairs, Harry wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

“Or, and I’m just suggesting, take one together? Less time.” Harry noted.

Peter felt himself grin. “I like where you’re going with this. No funny business though, we have things to do, places to be.” He replied playfully.

Harry smirked. “Fine then.” He replied flirtatiously.

Peter rolled his eyes and ducked from under his arm, stepping up the stairs. “You get the hot water going!” He called down.

Harry nodded, quickly following and entering the bathroom at the end of the hall. He turned on the faucet and waited for warm water to begin flowing. In the meantime, he glanced around the bathroom he’d become so accustomed to. The walls were painted a light blue, with a white and green decorative shower curtain and a translucent blue plastic one inside the tub. He’d spent the night so often he had a spare toothbrush in the little red cup that was beside the sink. He turned on the fan and heard Peter step down the hallway with two piles of clothing and two towels. He watched as Peter entered the bathroom, one of his old dress shirts freshly washed along with a pair of his jeans and boxers. He raised an eyebrow. "Okay so how much of that did you steal and how much did I just leave here?"

“Only I will ever know that answer.” Peter smiled, putting down the clothes. 

Harry laughed and straightened up, stripping himself as Peter closed and locked the bathroom door. Peter smirked at him and winked playfully as Harry rolled his eyes. “You said it yourself, no funny business.” Harry retorted as he quickly stepped into the shower.

“I may or may not have redacted that statement,” Peter replied as he quickly stripped himself and joined Harry. 

Harry chortled as Peter moved in front of him and grabbed the shampoo, handing it to Harry with a small, embarrassed smile.

“Don’t use too much,” Peter warned, hinting at the last time he did. “We don’t need another hospital scare and May giving us the look.”

“I’m still blaming the bottle.” Harry hummed. He squeezed some into his hand and started with Peter’s hair. 

Peter snorted. “Of course, blame the inanimate object.”

The two fell silent as Harry massaged the shampoo into Peter’s hair, smiling at the fresh smell and the suds, as Peter began washing his body. “We have two body washes, the blue and the yellow, which one do you want?” 

“What do they smell like?” 

“Blue is fruit, yellow is vanilla.”

“Yellow,”

Peter handed the pouf to him. “Could you scrub my back?”

“Hehe, short arms.” Harry giggled.

“Shut up and help me.” Peter rolled his eyes. 

“Okay tiny baby arms.” Harry smiled as Peter swatted him.

“I’m starting to think another hospital scare would be worth it at this point.” Peter glared.

Harry sighed. “After I de-vampirize? Right before our date?! God, I thought you loved me.”

“Maybe so, maybe not.”

Harry scoffed. “I knew it, you’re just using me for my money.”

“Absolutely. Once we get married, I’m planning your mysterious disappearance.”

“Will there be an episode of cold cases about me?”

“Yep, in 50 years’ time.”

“Then it will be worth it.”

The two laughed playfully as Harry finished scrubbing him. “Alright, rinse off. Let’s switch places.”

Peter rinsed out his hair and the soap bubbles disappeared. After that they traded places, it was slightly awkward but meh, more awkward things have happened between them. Peter scrubbed Harry’s back as he washed his hair and fell into a comfortable silence. After they switched again so Harry could rinse, Peter turned off the water and grabbed the two towels. “Dry off before getting out, I don’t want to wash the carpets again.”

Harry nodded as he began drying his hair off. Peter went to use his towel before just shaking off like a dog. It was an urge that was harmless so why not. Harry covered himself with his towel to keep himself dry. After he dried off enough, he stepped out, Peter following close behind, and went to the counter. He pulled on the clothes Peter had brought, deciding to wait on the shirt until after he brushed his teeth, and waited for Peter to get dressed before opening the door to let a bit of the steam out.

“This room is like the when sims woohoo.” Peter hummed causally. Harry snorted.

“What?” Harry laughed. 

“You know when they fuck- oh excuse me, when they woohoo the bed becomes steamy,” Peter said simply.

Harry laughed at that. “Ah yes, hot showers = sex.”

“Woohoo.”

“My mistake,”

Harry started brushing his teeth as Peter scooted in beside him. “Do you always brush your teeth shirtless or are you making an exception for me?”

“Why, you like me shirtless?” Harry knew the answer was yes.

“Nippley Titties.” Peter hummed, poking Harry’s peck. Harry snickered. “Just humongous boobs.”

“Okay, I have tits now?” Harry chuckled.

“Yep, gorgeous man boobs.”

Harry laughed. “I would kiss you but I have a mouthful of foamy toothpaste so let me finish then I’ll give you smooches.”

Peter sighed and reached for his toothbrush. “Woe is me, with my lack of smooches.”

“Oh if they mean so much to you.” Harry took the toothbrush out of his mouth and tried to give Peter a kiss on the forehead. Peter, of course, backed away but Harry was being persistent. “Let me show you my love Peter!”

“Get your rabies away from me!” Peter yelped.

“I’m foaming with love!” Harry replied.

“No gross! Cooties!” Peter cried.

Harry laughed and swooped to kiss him, only to be smacked in the face by Peter. He cupped his cheek and hunched over when he heard Peter cover his mouth and laugh. “Are you okay?”

He felt Peter touch his arm and immediately straightened, grabbing Peter’s arm, tugging him forward, and pressing a sloppy kiss to Peter’s cheek, all the while Peter was screeching.

“You tricked me!” Peter swatted at him then rubbed the foam off of his cheek.

“My love is no trick my dear, it’s all real,” Harry said slyly.

“Now I got cooties,” Peter whined.

“If we’re being technical, cooties are lice. If you have lice and didn’t tell me before cuddling, we’re breaking up.”

“Do you see this fluffy hair that you washed, Harold? If this hair was home to lice, I would be in bed and depressed. We would not have gone on a date, I would be crying.”

Harry laughed for a moment. He went to rinse out his mouth while Peter did something with the shirt he had brought for Harry. Peter then left with the shirt, the sleeves of Harry’s sweater over his hands.

“Hey, I need that!” Harry called.

“No, you don’t!” Peter called back.

He scoffed, “Unbelievable,” under his breath, before spitting out what was left of the toothpaste and chasing after Peter. “Hey, I need my shirt!”

He ran after Peter, who quickly barricaded himself in his room. “Peter!”

“No shirt,” Peter whined from behind the door.

“Why?” Harry asked, still trying the doorknob.

“Because I wanna see you sparkle.” Peter hummed.

Harry laughed. “Peter, I’m not a vampire anymore.”

“But… sparkle...”

“How about this, I’ll go outside with you shirtless, but before we go to the buffet I’m putting a shirt back on. We only have ten minutes until the bus gets here, Hon.” 

“Mmm, fine.” Peter hummed, opening the door.

Harry smiled and took the shirt. “Thank you kindly.”

He pulled on his socks and shoes as Peter dressed. “Come on, we’ve only got a few minutes until the bus gets here.” He informed quickly as he made his way down the stairs.

Peter followed behind him excitedly, quietly chanting, “sparkle, sparkle, sparkle, sparkle,”

Harry walked out of the house. “See? No sparkles.”

“I can see you sparkling.” Peter smiled.

“What?” Harry was confused.

“Sparkle.” Peter smiled.

He looked down. “I’m not sparkling, Peter.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Peter, are you talking about the sun glistening on me?” Harry asked.

“Sparkly abs.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, I sparkle, now give me my shirt,” He grumbled playfully, snatching it from his hands.

Peter whined loudly as Harry buttoned it down. “Come on, let’s go.”

Peter huffed softly but was quick to follow Harry down the road to the bus stop. They got there as the bus was pulling up to let an elderly man on, and they slipped in behind him happily. Harry patted his pants, confirming he had his wallet and phone. Once he was sure, he relaxed as Peter held his hand. “Now we can have a better date,” He hummed excitedly, leaning into Harry. 

Harry wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Thank god.” He mumbled, kissing his head lightly.

Peter giggled softly and kissed his jawline. Harry smiled fondly and sighed softly. “So where do you wanna eat?”

“Not anywhere up class.”

“Well, that really narrows it down.”

“There’s this one place called Buffet Buffet in Brooklyn.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,”

Harry snorted softly. “Well, I guess we’re eating there.”

The two stayed close on the crowded bus as it pulled to a halt. Harry and Peter stepped out and Peter stopped to kiss his cheek. “Hey, Har.���

“Yeah?”

“I love you,”

“I love you too.”

[parksbornfics]

Drunken Dream

Part 2/2

Okay yeah this took a while. So here’s the part 2, enjoy!

TW: Mentions of NSFW

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Summary: The aftermath

Word Count: 2,077

Date of Completion: Thursday, April 16th, 2020

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Harry felt his head pound painfully as he sat up. He touched his forehead and groaned loudly. “God- the fuck..?” 

He looked down and was startled to see he was shirtless, no, he was naked. He looked around alarmed and felt his stomach practically drop when he saw Peter was beside him, equally naked. Hickeys and bite marks lined his neck and collar, a rush of alarm overcoming him. He took a shuddery breath and pushed himself off of Peter’s bed, searching frantically for his clothes. 

He found them right next to the bed on the floor. He was able to pick up his shirt and pants with ease but not his boxers. When he got to his boxers he tried just picking them up only to find that they were stuck under something. Harry looked up to see that they were stuck under a suction cup that was attached to a dildo. Holy shit.

His face turned dark red as he managed to pull them out. He turned to Peter. What the hell happened last night? He knew what happened. It was obvious. But the idea made his head spin- they weren't even dating! Though, admittedly, they weren't far off. They'd recently been testing the waters, deciding if it was possible for them to make a stable relationship, and it had been going well as a matter of fact. But nothing was set in stone. Would this… is this going to be what breaks us? He couldn't stop the ever-growing tightness of fear in his chest as he quickly pulled on his clothes and stepped into the bathroom. 

He looked in the mirror and felt his heart skip as he saw his own neck was lined with hickeys and bite marks. Far less than Peter's, but they were there. Harry grabbed a toothbrush that he kept there and went to brush his teeth. Remembering how the sink would sometimes splash the water back, Harry rolled up his sleeves up. He didn’t expect to see scratch marks on his arms, but when he did, he blushed a deep red. 

He ran his fingers over them, feeling how they were raised slightly. Harry wouldn’t have been able to do this to himself so these would have to be from Peter. Just the thought of Peter doing this made his blush darken again. 

He took a sharp breath and began to brush his teeth, trying to shake the idea off his mind, but it clung like glue. He rinsed out his mouth and rolled down his sleeves and began searching the drawers for a moment. After a few seconds of searching the grossly unorganized drawer, he pulled out a box of bandages. They were the large kind, the kind parents usually put on kids’ knees when they scrape them. He unwrapped the large padding and placed a few different bandages on the bite marks that littered his shoulders and neck. After examining his neck for a moment, he sighed, realizing there wasn’t much he could do about the hickey’s and turned away from the mirror, making his way back to Peter's bedroom. 

He stepped in and froze at the sight of Peter sitting up and rubbing his head. He leaned against the wall for a moment and took a breath, before approaching the bed. "H-hey, Pete. How… how'd you sleep..?"

Peter looked over and sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Fine, I-" He stopped and coughed, touching his throat and proceeding to flinch violently. He looked up and saw the hickeys on Harry's neck, and a look of realization crossed his face. "Shit,"

“What?” Harry asked.

“I thought it was just a dream.” Peter sighed, rubbing his head. His voice was hoarse.

“You remember what happened last night?” Harry’s eyes widen as Peter looked up.

“You don’t?” 

Harry could feel his face flush again. “I mean… I know what happened I just- I don’t remember it…” He admitted, feeling heat rush to his face and ears. “W-what do you remember?”

“You didn’t use a condom.” He mumbled, sitting up and wincing. He pressed his back to the headboard and wrapped the blanket around himself, a flush crossing his face.

Harry’s face heated up further. “I-I’m sorry… do… do you remember anything else? I don’t remember too much if I’m being honest.”

Peter’s face turned red too and he looked down, trying to find his voice. When he tried to speak again, his throat hurt and he ended up just managing to get out a whisper. Harry moved closer to sit on the bed. “What?”

Peter looked away, embarrassed. “You were… um… well, you were really dominant.”

Harry felt his face burn and a part of him wanted to just curl up and die. “O-oh… I-I’m sorry- did I… hurt you?” His mind was racing a mile a minute, then he felt his heart as a sickening thought crossed his mind. “Oh god- did I force you to-”

“No.” He replied firmly, despite his sore throat. He brought his hand up and rubbed his arm in a calming manner. “If you did, you’ve woken up webbed to the ceiling.” He added jokingly.

Harry watched him, searching his expression for a hint of him lying. Once he was sure that Peter wasn’t lying, he let out a long sigh. “Alright, just- I don’t know…”

After a few long moments, Peter spoke. “Could you get me some clothes?” He cleared his throat. “So I’m not the only naked one,” He added, chuckling lightly.

Harry laughed weakly. “Yeah, yeah alright. Of course, give me a second.”

He quickly got up and approached Peter’s dresser and closet, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a loose, long-sleeved shirt. He handed them over to Peter. “Here you go.”

Peter thanked him softly and pulled the shirt over his head. He moved and Harry could see his legs, there were some fading bruises on them. Harry smiled weakly as Peter pointed to the dark handprint bruise. “Why?” 

“I dunno- I was blackout drunk!” He defended playfully.

Peter flushed bright red. “You did really well for a blackout drunk.”

If it was possible for Harry to become more flustered, then it happened. He looked down and let out an airy laugh. “God, I’m sorry… If we were gonna do it, I shouldn’t have been drunk like that. It isn’t fair to you.”

Peter, seeing his saddened expression, grabbed his hand. “Harry, I didn’t mind that being my first time.”

Harry’s face paled. “That was your first time?”

Peter nodded, his face flushing. “Oh my god, I really screwed that up, didn’t I? It was your first time and I don’t even remember it!”

“I promise it was really good,” Peter reassured, rubbing his shoulder gently.

Harry’s face dusted pink before he grabbed Peter’s free hand. “Well, if it was that good, I can’t wait to see what you think when I’m sober.”

Peter sat there for a moment, absorbing what Harry had just said. “If we do this again we’re having Advil right next to the bed. And water.”

“And a condom.”

“Yeah, speaking of that, I need to clean the sheets.”

“I’ll help,” Harry offered.

Peter thanked him, before trying to stand up. Immediately, his legs gave out and he fell. “Wow, no legs.” He said.

Harry was quickly at Peter’s side, helping him up gently. “Are you okay? I got you,” He murmured.

Peter thanked him and stood up slowly. After a moment, Peter nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

As they walked, Harry noticed that Peter was limping. He wasn’t sure if he should feel proud or sorry. He helped him to the wall and turned to pull the sheets off of Peter’s bed. He bundled them around his arm and set them in the laundry basket for the meantime, before returning to Peter to help him walk. As he led Peter down the steps, he noticed more hickeys on Peter’s neck. As he walked, he realized in shock that they weren’t hickeys, they were bruises.

“Peter… Did- did I do those?”

Peter glanced at him. “What?”

“The… the bruises on your neck- were those me?”

Peter reached up to his neck, touching it lightly, and blushed. “W-well- I um… I sorta asked you to do it so…” He trailed off quietly.

Harry’s face turned bright red and he looked down. “Oh...” Once again, he felt a rush of disappointment that he didn’t remember what had happened.

As they got to the bottom of the staircase, he heard Peter laugh awkwardly. “Well, we need to drink water!” He announced.

Harry’s flush deepened and he nodded. “Y-yeah! We uhh… dehydration.”

As Harry led him to the counter, he let him go as he leaned against it. “So how much do you actually remember?” Peter asked.

“The walk home, why? How much do you remember?” He asked curiously.

“Almost everything.”

Harry felt his face heat up and guilt pooled in his stomach. “Yeah, duh, you’re powers and all.”

Peter moved himself to a seat and nodded mutely. Harry turned to the cabinets and pulled out some cups. “So, um… what… what exactly did we do?”

Peter felt his face flush as he looked down. “Well, I brought you here, we both were really drunk but I understood well enough what was going on. When I was locking the door, you started kissing my neck, and, well… we had really, really rough sex…” He answered, looking embarrassed.

Harry nodded and handed Peter his water. “Make sure you get some too,” He murmured into the glass as he took a sip.

Harry smiled and got himself water. It was quiet for a few minutes and almost awkward. After a long moment, Peter took a deep breath. “Look, Harry, what happened happened. I’m not upset or anything, but just… do you wanna… maybe… try again? Not now obviously, b-but- it felt good, and I know even if you don’t remember much, I know you enjoyed it too, so maybe later… I don’t know… we could… go again?” He finally managed to choke out.

Harry stayed still for a moment, thinking. “Only if this doesn’t stay a friends with benefits thing.”

Peter felt his smile grow as a rush of relief passed through him. “I think we’ve been needing to change that ‘friends’ title for a while now..”

A giddy grin crossed Harry’s face. “You want to add to it? May I ask what?”

Peter smiled meekly. “Let’s put ‘boy’ in front of it.”

“Parker, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” Harry sighed, leaning over the counter.

Peter smiled and leaned in, pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips. Harry deepened the kiss as much as the counter would allow. After a moment, Harry pulled away. “One sec,” He said, chugging the rest of his water and moving around the counter.

He moved in front of Peter’s chair, grabbed his hips gently, and got back to kissing. Peter chuckled lightly and pressed lightly into Harry. He ended up pressing too much into him and slipped off the chair with a yelp of alarm. Harry quickly dove to grab the falling brunet, only for his head to throb angrily causing him to fall as well. “Smooth.”

“Shut.”

“Make me.”

Harry situated himself and grabbed Peter, pulling him close, and didn’t release him. “We’re sitting down here now.”

“Well, I can’t really get up without pain so I guess you’re in luck.” Peter smiled.

Harry pulled him in and leaned on the counter, nuzzling his neck lightly as Peter let out a contented sigh. The two were so comfortable in each other’s arms, that they were caught off guard by the loud sigh, accompanied by, “Finally.”

The two looked up alarmed to see May standing there looking amused. “Yeah…” Harry agreed, laughing slightly as Peter moved a bit closer to him. “H-how are you Mrs. Parker?”

She smiled. “I am just fine, and you two?”

“We’re good,” 

May smiled at them. “I’m heading off to work, bye you two,” She called in amusement, turning to the door.

“Bye, May.”

“Oh, and Peter?”

Peter hummed and looked up. “Foundation is in the second drawer in the bathroom.”

Peter’s face turned bright red and he immediately covered his neck with his hands. “Uh- okay.” He replied, his voice cracking in embarrassment.

Harry sighed and pressed a kiss to Peter’s temple. “You’re so cute.”

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Drunken Dream

Part 1/2

Ah yes. Pure, pure smut. What a way to kick off this account.

TW: NSFW, Dirty Talk, Mentions of Alcohol, Drunk Sex

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Summary: Peter and Harry go to a party and drink some spiked punch, what ensues is less than pure.

Word Count: 4,223

Date of Completion: Friday, January 31, 2020

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“Come on, almost home.” Peter cooed, helping Harry walk. They went to a party and it was going well until someone spiked the drinks. Harry and Peter had gotten a few too many drinks before realizing that they were drunk. Peter’s metabolism was able to keep him from getting as drunk as Harry but still not sober.

“Peeeeeteer,” Harry whispered.

“Yes?”

“You big gay.” Harry then laughed and Peter giggled.

“And you big drunk,” Peter said, now on his porch. He pulled out his key and got it in the doorknob after a few tries. Maybe he was more intoxicated than he thought. The door opened and Peter led his friend inside. As he shut the door he felt arms wrap around his waist and Harry nuzzled his neck.

“Heeeeeey.” He dragged out his words.

“Hi, Harry.” Peter giggled, rolling his eyes. “You need something?”

“You.” He whispered in Peter’s ear, causing him to shiver. He felt a kiss be planted near his ear and soon more followed going down to his neck.

“Harry, you’re drunk.” Peter pointed out. Harry continued to kiss his neck but soon added sucking into the mix.

“So? I know what I want.” Harry’s voice had something that Peter never heard before. He sounded dominant and commanding yet caring. It did the trick with getting him into the mood.

Harry kept sucking at Peter’s neck, receiving light gasps from the brunette. It wasn’t enough for him to be satisfied so he took another step. He dug his teeth into Peter’s neck and getting what he was looking for. Peter let out a loud moan, his hand quickly flying to his mouth. Harry continued to use his pattern of kissing, sucking, and biting in different places on Peter’s neck. Each bite caused Peter to moan. After a moment, Peter managed to flip around to face Harry and bury his face in his neck, nipping wherever he could get his teeth needily. Harry moaned softly at the attention, before Peter pulled away, still panting from when Harry was biting at his neck. "We- we gotta… my room." He managed to choke out.

Harry whined as Peter pulled away. He began leading Harry up the stairs and into his room, his excitement growing every step. He held the door for Harry to step in, and as he closed and locked it, he felt Harry suddenly push him against the door and go down on his neck again.

He gasped as Harry suckled on his neck, leaving hickeys, before biting down on the darkened spots. He could barely contain a moan as Harry began grinding ruthlessly against him. He bit down on his thumb as a weak attempt to restrain a cry of pleasure. Harry, however, didn't like this as he flipped Peter around, gripped his wrists and lifted them above his head. Peter squeaked in alarm as Harry began grinding against him and leaving behind old tactics, now simply biting at his neck. Peter could feel his blood rush downwards as he pulled weakly at his pinned hands. Harry's grip was surprisingly firm though as he used his free hand to begin palming at Peter's half-hardened cock. Peter let out a strangled moan as Harry began sliding his hands into his jeans. Peter gasped as a rush of electricity swept through him at the much-needed contact. He squeezed his eyes shut as Harry explored his hips and pelvic area. Harry's hand felt around before yanking teasingly at his boxers. Peter shifted, trying to manipulate his position to get the friction he needed. Before Harry's hand got there though, he pulled his hand out, stopped grinding against him, and pulled away to examine Peter's flushed features. Peter whimpered at the loss of contact, his hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt to regain it. Peter's jacket was half off, his face was flushed a dark red, and the bites and hickeys were beginning to darken further. They painted his pale neck black and blue as Peter squirmed under Harry's lustful gaze. "God, you look so fucking sexy right now." Harry managed out, slurring only slightly.

Peter whimpered as Harry moved in and pressed a kiss to his lips. Peter kissed back needily, the kiss quickly deepening, and finally, Harry's hand released his wrists to wrap around his waist. Peter quickly gripped Harry's back, still pressed up against the wall. Harry quickly deepened the kiss as Peter hooked his leg around Harry's waist, desperate for the friction Harry had stopped providing.

Harry grabbed his leg, giving it a squeeze before putting a little space between them. “Not yet, slut,” Harry growled in his ear. The dirty talk sent a shiver down Peter’s spin, he didn’t know why it did. If it was coming from anyone else, Peter would yell back and possibly punch them, but Harry saying it? Oh, how it did things to him.

Peter whined slightly as Harry continued to keep his space while going back to the kiss, going rougher than before. He actually bit Peter’s tongue, causing a bit of blood to be mixed into the kiss. Peter still tried to get some friction, his body needing it, and he felt his hips move forward on their own.

“Harry please!” Peter whined as Harry moves down to his shoulder, moving his shirt fabric slightly so that he could bite it. The shirt still blocked most of his shoulder so Harry did the first thing that came to mind. His hands went up to Peter’s shirt collar and ripped it down, revealing Peter’s shoulders.

Peter whimpered as the cold air touched his skin as he threw his head back in a pleasured moan. He clawed at Harry’s back, feeling his teeth dig into his flesh as he attempted to pull Harry into him again. Finally, after what must’ve been ten minutes of the merciless teasing, he felt Harry pull away. Harry picked him up roughly and Peter instinctively wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist. He could feel Harry’s hardened dick through the fabric as Harry dropped him onto the bed and examined him for a moment. “Undress.” He ordered.

Peter felt his face darken considerably, but he was quick to do as he was told. He pulled his shirt off, throwing it carelessly off the bed, and as Harry watched, he began unbuttoning his own shirt. He hesitated after he got his jeans off, feeling a hot wave of embarrassment roll over him as his dick strained the fabric of his boxers. This, however, seemed to amuse Harry who was just as undressed as him now. Peter was still sitting up on the bed as Harry pinned him to the bed frame, pressing his teeth wherever he could and listening to Peters’ whines. Peter squirmed and whimpered as the pleasure overcame him. He felt hot as he began sweating when Harry’s hands began to wander down his body, stroking his hips, stopping only to grope his ass. Each time he groped him, Peter couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped his mouth. After too long, Harry began playing with the hem of Peter’s boxers, tugging teasingly at their base, before moving to the elastic and pulling at them. Peter felt his head tilt backward as he licked his lips, becoming more and more desperate for contact by the second. He swallowed thickly and shuddered as Harry pressed a kiss under his Adams apple. He was almost painfully turned on by now and if he had to wait any longer he was certain he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from launching at Harry.

Harry’s head went down to Peter’s chest and bite around his nipple, getting another string of noises to come out for Peter. The other moaned and his hips rutted up on to Harry’s chest. “Please!~” Harry looked hotly at Peter to see how desperate he looked. Harry smirked and rested his hand on top of his package.

“Is this what you want?” Harry moved up to Peter’s eye level as he let out a sudden gasp. “To be used like a whore?”

“Yes!” Peter gasped, thrusting his hips up into Harry’s hand. The reaction had Harry feeling all types of confidence and he palmed Peter. His hand made circles and Peter was reacting greatly to it. After a few minutes, Peter began to feel closer to cumming and his voice and noises were telling Harry that.

His palm came to a stop and Harry got close to Peter’s ear. “Turn around so I can see your ass.”

Peter complied and rolled over, holding himself up on his arms and knees. If he was alone he’d feel so embarrassed right about now, but his lust was getting the best of him at this point. Harry’s hand ran over his clothed butt until he laid his hand flat in the middle. His index finger rubbed over Peter’s clothed hole and he watched as Peter rolled his hips back slightly. “Excited?” Harry hummed.

“Very,” Peter answered, his voice mixed with a slight moan.

“Have you ever done this before?” Harry continued to rub his hole as he asked.

“No.” Peter gasped as Harry slightly pushed.

“Do you want to?” Harry asked, his motion stopping for a second.

“Look at the position I’m in and tell me that I’m not more than willing.” Peter moved his hips back and looked at Harry over his shoulder. His eyes were filled with need and lust.

Harry nodded and continued with his motions with a few more seconds and then moved his hand up to the elastic on the boxer. His fingers hooked under it and he brought Peter’s boxes down to his knees. Peter let out a sigh as Harry’s cold hands began to rub his cheeks once more. Slight squeezes were added to the movements.

“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” Harry then brought his hand down on Peter’s ass. There was a loud smack that was followed by a groan. It sounded like it hurt but Peter shot his hips back, his head hanging down as he caught his breath.

Harry’s palm rubbed the sore skin before slapping it again, getting the same result as before. “Just perfect,” Harry muttered, his fingers now rubbing over Peter’s hole.

Peter shuddered against the contact and gasped. "Th-the drawer. Get- there’s lube in there." He whimpered, turning to the desk.

Harry reached over, opening the drawer and finding the small bottle. He pulled it out and squirted a gracious amount onto his fingers, before rubbing Peter's hole again. Peter bucked his hips against Harry's hand in a pleasured gasp. Harry smirked at the reaction, before pushing a finger in. Peter gasped, his entire body shuddering as his knees began to feel like jello. If he was standing, he definitely would've fallen over. He trembled as Harry kept his pace slow. He bit his lip and let out a low moan, his pleasure bleeding through his voice.

Another finger was added into Peter and that was when Harry thought of something. “You said you haven’t done this before, right?”

“Y-Yeah.” Peter’s answer came out as a moan.

“Then why do you have lube?” Harry jabbed his fingers lightly, getting Peter’s arms to shake as another lust-filled gasp escaped him.

Peter struggled with giving Harry an answer. One hand, he was sort of embarrassed to admit why he had it in the first place. On the other, he doesn’t want Harry to think that he was lying to him. Another sharp jab brought Peter back to. “Well?” Harry’s fingers began to move fast and jab more frequently.

“Ch-Che- oh god -check th-the d-dr-drawer!” Peter managed to get out. Harry kept his fingers moving as he reached for the drawer. He hadn’t looked in after grabbing the lube but now he was smiling as he grabbed what was in there. “You really are a needy bitch.”

Peter looked over and saw Harry holding his 7inch dildo. He looked away, slightly embarrassed. He felt the fingers leave his hole. “How about this takes my place for a bit?”

“What?” Peter asked airily, now looking at Harry. Harry had a smirk, motioning to Peter’s toy. He leaned a kisses Peter’s lips.

“Get on your knees on the floor, hon,” Harry whispered, kissing Peter’s cheek. Peter obliged to Harry’s order, his legs shaking slightly as he did.

Once he was on his knees, Harry guided Peter’s hips up and placed the dildo at his hole. Harry then led his hips down, the dildo breaching Peter’s hole. The faces he made as he went down where the definition of sin to Harry. Peter’s eyes had rolled back in his head slightly as his mouth stayed ajar, with squeaks and gasps coming out of his mouth. Peter had grabbed onto Harry, digging his nails into him.

“Just look at you,” Harry growled into Peter’s ear. “Something tells me that you never went the full way down till now, huh?”

Peter only answered with a moan, getting Harry to smirk. After getting used to it Peter was actually able to think and he grabbed at Harry’s boxers. “Har-Harry plea-please!”

“What do you need, slut?” Harry hummed.

“Y-You! I nee-need you insi-inside me!”Peter begged.

“You already have something in you.” Harry teased. Peter whined, his grip on Harry tightening. He looked up at him with begging eyes, and Harry felt himself giving in. “How about I fill you another way?”

“Yes!” Peter moaned.

“Alright.” Harry smiled slyly, now playing with the hem of his boxers. “How about I face fuck you until I think your stretched enough, yeah?”

“Anything.” Peter moaned, his hips moving slightly.

Harry smirked and slapped Peter's ass once again, earning a surprised yelp, before adjusting. "You're gonna have to stay still." He ordered as he pressed a kiss to Peter's back.

Peter whimpered as Harry stopped in front of him and pressed a kiss to his lips. Peter whimpered needily as Harry smirked. Harry had a little trouble pulling off his boxers, still being incredibly drunk. Once he got them off, he grabbed Peter's hair, his erection growing ever larger as he saw Peter look up at him pleadingly. Harry discarded his boxers to the side and watched as Peter leaned forward and took Harry's dick into his mouth. Harry groaned as Peter began sucking quickly, using his tongue to swirl around his tip. Harry bit his lip as he grabbed onto Peter's hair and began thrusting into Peter's mouth. Peter whimpered and Harry threw his head back in pleasure at the vibrations and began thrusting even harder. Peter's eyes became glassy as Harry mercilessly fucked the back of his throat. Peter's body began shaking and Harry could feel his dick harden even further as Peter began licking and sucking desperately. Harry moaned and kept his fist buried in his hair.

Harry kept a firm hand on Peter’s head and kept Peter pressed to his pelvis. Peter’s throat muscles began squeezing and contracting around the head of Harry’s dick, causing great amounts of pleasure to course through Harry’s body. He looked down and saw Peter staring back at him with glossy green eyes. “Fuck Pete.” He groaned, thrusting into Peter’s face again. The sudden thrust caused Peter to sputter and spit.

Peter tried moving to get a better angle only to get a hard reminder of the dildo inside him. He moaned against Harry’s tool, getting a throaty moan in response. Peter began moving his hips while his face was mercilessly fucked. He began to ride the toy at a slow pace, mostly to entertain Harry while he was getting head. Entertain it did. Every time Peter would drop down, his eyes would roll back slightly and his moans would vibrate his mouth. God was that something to Harry.

Peter moans became constant as he quickened his hips. He dug his nails into Harry’s thighs as he felt himself about to cum. Harry pulled his dick out of his mouth as Peter dropped down on the toy once again, unleashing a loud moan from Peter. He didn’t want Peter to cum just yet. He placed a thumb under Peter’s chin and had Peter look at him.

Peter’s chest was heaving as he stopped his motions on the dildo. Harry leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips. “I think you’re stretched enough.”

Peter whimpered, having been denied orgasm twice that night. He pulled himself off the dildo lamentably, staggering as Harry caught him. Peter quickly began nipping at Harry’s neck, listening to Harry’s soft grunts and breathless moans. Sweat poured off the two of them as Harry lifted him to the bed and pinned him down. Peter stared up at Harry wide-eyed, feeling needier by the second. He offered himself up hopefully and Harry smirked. “You want to be fucked that badly?”

Peter couldn’t help but choke out a small whine as he nodded, adjusting for easier access. Harry grinned devilishly and went down on Peter’s neck, feeling him squirm under him as he reached for the lube that was above them. Harry pulled away and was quick to lube up his dick and place it at the entrance of Peter’s hole. Peter shivered as Harry watched him writhe desperately under him. It was a beautiful sight, Peter’s flushed face, his green eyes glassy from unshed tears, him panting desperately, hickeys and bites lining his neck, all as he laid sprawled out on the bed. Harry gripped onto Peter’s thigh and began pushing into Peter. He watched as Peter threw his head back in a low, pleasured moan. He watched as Peter tried to hold in another moan and growled at that. He pressed Peter into the bed, leaning over him, and felt Peter wrap his arms desperately around his neck. “Now, I’m going to fuck you senseless, and I want to hear you scream my name.” He ordered into his ear.

Peter shivered and nodded. “Yes- yes please- Harry please-” Harry’s sudden thrust caused Peter to scream. Peter’s chest heaved harder, making Harry semi-satisfied with his actions. Soon his sharp thrusts became constant and so did Peter’s screams. Harry’s head dipped down into the crook of Peter’s neck, biting down yet again. This time his bite broke the skin and got Peter to scratch his back as a louder, burning scream escaped his lungs.

Harry went up to admire his work. As he did, Peter pulled at Harry’s arm, getting it up in the air. “What are you-“ Harry connected the dots as Peter placed his hand over his throat. He smirked and held Peter’s neck lightly. “You want me to choke you?” He asked with another sharp thrust, this time hitting Peter’s prostate.

Peter nodded as he let his moaning screams get louder. “Tell me verbally, you fucking slut,” Harry growled, hitting Peter’s prostate again but with more force.

Peter arched his back and moaned loudly. "Ha- Harry please choke me- please-"

Harry grinned and wrapped his hand around Peter's throat. Peter let out a wheeze-like gasp of pleasure. Harry watched as Peter threw back his head and let out a loud moan, gasping and sputtering as Harry quickened his pace. Harry could feel the pressure growing in his cock as he squeezed at Peter's throat.

He went harder with the pleasure fueling him. Every thrust was responded with a scream or Peter moaning his name. Add in the way Peter was looking at him, his mouth open and his eyes narrow, and he was able to get to speeds he never thought he could.

He knew that if he kept going Peter would cum in just a few minutes and he was ready for this to be over just yet. Peter whimpered as he felt Harry pull out of him. He had just gotten used to him too. “Har-“ Harry raised Peter up by the neck and gave him a deep kiss.

“Hands and knees,” Harry growled, letting go of his neck. He watched as Peter struggled slightly to do so, his legs were very shaky but he still managed.

Harry got behind him, pressing the head of his cock at Peter’s entrance again. As he entered he bit down on Peter’s back, deciding that his ownership of Peter had to be shown on every available space on his body. He felt as Peter pressed his hips back onto his cock. Harry pulled away from his back and glared at Peter devilishly. "So needy. You really want me to fuck you hard, don't you? Want me to fuck you senseless so you wont be able to walk right tomorrow?"

Peter coughed and nodded. "Y-yes please Harry please." He croaked out pleadingly.

Harry pushed into Peter's ass and relished in the pleasure it provided. He listened to Peter's scream of pleasure as he quickly picked up the pace. Peter's arms wavered when they finally gave out. His face landed in the mattress as gripped the fabric of his bed. "Yes! Fuck yes Harry I- I'm- fuck YES!"

Harry pumped his hips quicker and grunted loudly as the sound of Peter's pleasured moans and flesh slapping became the only thing Harry could hear. He wheezed as Peter began moving his hips to meet Harry's dick. His hand went up to Peter’s hair and he yanked it so that Peter was only on his shaking knees and his back was pressed against Harry’s chest. Peter was moaning like a bitch in heat at the sudden roughness. “You’re such a whore.” Harry moaned, his other hand traveling to tweek one of Peter’s nipples.

“Only for you master.” Peter choked out through his moan. I was only when Harry stopped that Peter realized what he had said. He thought for sure Harry was about to pull out and walk out, but lucky for him the complete opposite happened. Harry let go of Peter’s hair which caused him to fall down face first. There was then a deep thrust, hitting into untouched parts of Peter’s asshole.

“Master? Oh like that.” Harry mumbled, leaning down and placing his hands on Peter’s to keep him from moving them. “Say it again, my lovely little cock slut.” He gave a hard thrust getting Peter’s head to prop up from the mattress.

“Oh! Mas-Master! You’re so big! Ple-please take me and make me y-your’s!” Peter cried, his words going straight to Harry’s dick.

“Whatever you say, bug,” Harry whispered, kissing Peter’s ear to his cheek. Down his neck, to his back. “Let’s just do something real quick before I make you cum all over yourself.”

Harry pulled out completely and flipped Peter over and pushed him against the bed board. Harry put Peter’s legs on his shoulders and placed his hands under Peter’s armpits to keep him in place. Peter scratches at Harry’s forearms as he pushed in. Peter moaned loudly at the position as his body began to shake. He tried to throw his head back but it hit the backboard. Peter sobbed loudly in pleasure Harry began hitting his prostate. "I'm gonna cum in you alright? When I do I wanna hear you scream for me, baby." He growled.

Peter nodded frantically. "Fuck- y-yeh… yes, sir- yes master!" He cried out, arching his back to get Harry's dick further into him.

Harry smirked and began thrusting as hard as his pelvis would allow. Peter screamed in pleasure and bucked his hips upwards, desperate for the pleasuring friction he was receiving. The constant hitting of his prostate made it almost impossible for Peter to speak, only make noises. His grip on Harry’s arms tightened as he came closer to his long-awaited orgasm.

“Ma-Masteeeeeer!” Peter whined as his ass continued to be destroyed. Harry smirked and moved one of his hands to have Peter look at him. Tears streamed lightly down his face, his eyes were narrow and his lips were swollen from the constant biting and rough kissing. “I-I-I!”

“Cum for me darling. Scream.” Harry gave the sharpest thrust he could and Peter unraveled.

“Mast-Master Ha-Harry!” He screamed, his eyes rolling back into his head. His orgasm rolled through him and his cum shot up, mostly landing on his chest while some landed on the bottom of his chin and on his cheek. Harry leaned Peter’s face, listening to Peter’s overstimulated screams. He leaned in closer, licking the cum off of Peter’s face.

“Amazing,” Harry muttered.

He felt Peter's hole constrict and massage his dick and with one final, lustful thrust, he felt himself unload his seed into Peter's ass. Peter was panting heavily, as Harry slowly began to pull out. Peter was practically drooling as Harry gently kissed his neck and jawline. Peter collapsed into the bed as Harry did as well beside him. Peter buried his face into Harry's neck, nipping lightly as Harry sighed. "Fuck that was...was great."

Peter smiled softly. "Did- did that sober you up at all?"

Harry only let out an airy sigh that sounded somewhat similar to a laugh. “Sorta.” Harry smiled, moving his hand to Peter’s abused ass, massaging it. Peter let out a sigh of bliss.

“That’s nice.” Peter smiled, moving his head to rest on Harry’s chest. Harry’s other hand went to play with Peter’s hair as he slowly drifted up. Before passing out Peter got out a small, "I love you.”

Harry was out almost immediately after.

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Uno Reverse Card

So I finished this last decade but I forgot to upload it so like- here. Worked on it with @fandomsumthing as usual!

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Summary: Peter always has witty comebacks but sometimes they come back and bite him in the ass. That’s okay, if you don’t have an overprotective boyfriend who will fight anyone who looks at you the wrong way.

Word Count: 6,703

Date Of Completion: Monday, December 30th, 2019 (LAST FIC OF THE 2010′S!!!)

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It’s an Orphan Thing

Joined partner ship with @im-a-star-boy

Quick summary is in the title.

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Peter and Miles sat side by side. They were both studying in Peter’s lab because of this huge test that was coming up in geometry. It wasn’t announced, but that geometry teacher was becoming awfully kind towards the students. She obviously didn’t want to give them the test but she had to.

Their study session had been going on for thirty minutes. In that time period, their study session began to turn into a headache for Miles. Peter had began making really bad math jokes every chance he got. It was his normal bad jokes, he knew they were bad.

“Peter, for the love of everything breathing, shut up!” Miles groaned, closing his geometry notes. Peter got this look in his eyes and Miles was so prepared to slap him.

“Alright. Shut my mouth, I can do that. I just need to drink that glue right there and-“ Miles grabbed Peter’s reaching hand.

“Don’t.” Miles warned, his voice like a father’s.

Peter looked at Miles then back to the glue then back to the glue. Miles felt his stomach practically drop as he recognized the look on Peter’s face. Peter lunged for the bottle and Miles launched forward, grabbing Peter by the collar of his shirt and his hair. “PETER! PETER STOP!” Miles scolded him like he was scolding a cat for knocking over several glasses.

Peter screeched and turned onto his back and practically kicked him in the face. Miles stumbled back and quickly dove for the glue as Peter lunged for it. Miles grabbed it before Peter could and Peter knocked him over and pinned him down in a bid to get the glue. “HAND OVER THE GLUE MORALES!”

“HELL NO!”

Peter was holding him down with one arm across his chest and one knee on his abdomen and the other on the ground. He struggled to reach the glue which Miles was holding as far away from him as he could. Miles threw him over his head and scrambled away from Peter, who was quickly regaining his composure. He got on all fours and lunged at Miles again, who held the glue away from him and used his legs and free hand to keep Peter back. “PETER STOP!”

“GIVE ME THE GLUE!”

“NO!”

He heard the lab doors open and Gwen and Anya walked in hearing the screeching. “What’s going on in here?!” Anya shouted, seeing the fighting boys.

“PETER’S TRYING TO DRINK GLUE- SOMEBODY GET HIM OFF ME!” Miles screamed.

Anya instantly tried to pull Peter off of Miles. Peter was able to grab the glue while being pulled off. Miles got up instantly and began wrestling Peter for it back. Peter started sticking to the glue. He had gotten it open and that had got Anya and Miles to start yelling.

“GWEN! CALL-“ Anya began.

“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” Gwen chanted.

“GWEN!” Anya screamed.

Miles barreled into Peter and pinned him to a wall, forcing him to stay still as Anya pinched his arm and wrestled the glue from his hand. Peter screeched as Anya stepped back and tucked the glue to her chest. Miles finally released Peter who glared at him and began eyeing the glue. “Why are you trying to drink this?” Anya demanded.

“Miles told me to shut up.” Peter whined. “Glue will shut me up.”

“He has a point.” Gwen agreed.

“WHAT DOES GLUE HAVE TO DO WITH SHUTTING UP?!” Anya screeched.

“Give it to me and you’ll find out!” Peter shouted back.

"No." Miles and Anya replied in an equally deadpan voice.

They spared each other a glance before Anya sighed loudly. "Why are you supporting him, Gwen? This is an awful idea!"

Gwen looked at Peter, who was still pinned to the wall, and he looked right back at her. There was a few seconds of silence before the began to snicker. They both held devilish smiles.

“What?” Miles asked.

“It’s an orphan thing, you two wouldn’t understand.” Gwen responded, holding that devilish smile. “Now hand him the glue and we can-“

“That’s still a no.” Anya scolded.

“I’m still going to find a way to drink.” Peter smiled.

“Don’t you dare.” Miles warned.

“What are you going to do? Tell my mom?” Peter's smile grew as he heard Gwen breakdown laughing.

Miles' face fell before he made a stern face. "No but I'll tell Harry." He threatened.

"Go ahead, do it." Peter dared.

Miles raised an eyebrow before Anya pulled out her phone and dialed Harry's number. She glanced up at Peter when she hit call, half expecting Peter to give in, but he still had a large challenging grin. The phone rang once, twice, before Harry picked up. Anya put him on speaker. "Hey Harry, come get your boyfriend, he's doing dumbass shit." Miles demanded firmly.

Peter wasn't paying attention anymore, as he was attempting to squirm out of Miles' grip. "What's he doing?" Harry asked.

"He's trying to drink glue and when we tried to stop him he was making orphan jokes." Anya shouted.

They heard Harry snicker. "Alright I'm on my way, give me maybe 10 minutes."

"Thanks," Miles replied before Harry hung up. Gwen and Peter began giggling to each other with Anya and Miles staring back concerned.

“Orphan party.” Gwen managed to get out. Peter was able to get out of Miles grasp. Instead of going to the glue like Miles thought he would, he walked up to Gwen.

He sat down cross-legged on the floor and Gwen joined him. Anya and Miles watched curiously as the two began playing pat-a-cake and laughing occasionally while doing so. Miles raised an eyebrow as the two progressively began getting faster before messing up and laughing loudly. This went on until the door opened and Harry stepped in, looking at the group. "Hey guys." He said dropping his bag.

"Get your boyfriend." Miles demanded.

Peter ignored them and continued playing pat-a-cake with Gwen as Harry stepped over to them. Miles watched, expecting Harry to ask Peter why he was trying to drink glue, until he sat down cross-legged as well. "Can I join?"

Miles screamed loudly as Anya groaned. "Harry what are you doing?!"

Peter and Gwen nodded enthusiastically before shifting to play pat-a-cake with three people. "Sure!" Peter replied happily.

“Orphan Squad!” They began chanting while playing.

“I’m slightly concerned.” Miles whispered as the three speed up.

“I think they’re summoning their parents.” Anya whispered back, getting a nudge from Miles in response.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as the three played pat-a-cake, increasing in speed slowly, until Peter screamed and Gwen accidentally slapped him in the face. Peter fell back dramatically and was laughing as Harry began wheezing as Gwen covered her mouth. "I'm sorry!" She yelled, panicked.

Peter laughed. "Its- its okay- I'm just- oh my god- I can't." He was practically crying with laughter. Harry was in a similar state as Peter. Gwen slowly joined the laughter.

“They’re just a bunch of chaotic toddlers.” Anya groaned.

“One of them is your chaotic partner.” Miles pointed out and Anya sighed.

"I know." She replied, a depressed look on her face.

Miles laughed loudly before shaking his head as Anya got a defiant look on her face. "One of them is your pseudo-brother!"

An equally depressed look crossed his face. "Yeah, I know." He admitted.

Anya and Miles chuckles as Harry, Peter and Gwen practically cried with laughter. Toddlers, absolute toddlers.

[parksbornfics]

Early Release

Written with @im-a-star-boy

Okay, so this one is triggering for a lot of reasons. If you know of the character Skip from the Spider-Man comics, then you know how much of an absolute trash person he is. If you do not, look him up before reading.

TW

Metions of rape, doesn’t go into detail

Crying

Facing trauma

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“Peter?”

The young brunet looked up from the book he was writing in, to see May Parker looking into his room with a worried look on her face. “Yeah Aunt May?”

“Can I come in?”

Peter raised an eyebrow. It was unusual for her to ask to come in, and not just barge in and playfully joke about it later. “Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, closing his book and sitting up.

May entered the room and closed the door softly. She approached Peter slowly, as if he was a wild animal, and kept her eyes trained worriedly on him as she sat on his desk chair. She scooted towards Peter, and leaned over, making eye contact with Peter. “Peter, we just got a call from Rykers.” She said softly.

Peter watched her and nodded. “Okay, what did they want?” He asked calmly.

“They called to give us a heads up.” She hesitated.

“A heads up about what?

May stared at him with a pained look for a few moments, before taking a deep breath. “Skip was released yesterday.”

.oOo.oOo.oOo. One Week Later .oOo.oOo.oOo.

Harry paced irritatedly, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt in one hand and staring at his phone with the other. “Harry, I’m sure Peter’s fine. You know how he gets when he ghosts everyone for-” Miles began.

“He never ghosts anyone for longer than a day or two. And he’s been avoiding me all week- and haven’t you noticed? He won't pick up calls, it goes straight to voicemail, he’s not just not answering them- he’s denying them!”

“Maybe his phones dead.” Anya offered.

“Two things wrong with that. One, his phones never dead. He always has it charging. Two, it rings, it rings a couple of times before it goes to voicemail. When your phones off or dead- it doesn’t do that. Just- he’s avoiding us. And I don’t know why.” Harry sighed, looking defeated.

“Why don’t you just… talk to him? Go over to his house and talk to him- one on one. A heart to heart, you know?” Gwen proposed.

“I don’t really have any other options, do I?” He sighed.

"You could just wait it out.” Miles offered.

Harry cringed at the idea. "I'll go check on him. I'll let you know what I find."

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Harry looked up at the house, the curtains were drawn, they were also darker than usual, almost like blackout curtains. He furrowed his brow worriedly, before approaching the house, and knocking. There was shuffling, then silence. He knocked again. There were a few uneventful moments before the door creaked open. It was Peter.

His hair was disheveled, but not in the cute morning way. In the, ‘I haven’t showered in days, nor have I brushed it' way. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he looked like he’d been crying. “H-Harry?” He murmured.

Harry stared at Peter for a moment, all words caught in his throat. Peter looked so… broken. Peter shuffled anxiously, looked hesitantly over Harry’s shoulder, before looking at Harry again. Finally, he managed to choke out a few words. “Peter? What happened? Are you okay?” He whimpered, quickly rushing towards his boyfriend.

Peter took a panicked step back, as a fearful look crossed his face. Harry froze his hands in the air. Peter made a strangled noise, before asking, “Is anyone else with you?”

Harry shook his head quietly. Peter stared at him for a moment, before pushing the door the rest of the way open, inviting Harry in. Harry stepped lightly, knowing something big must’ve happened, and followed Peter to the couch. Peter crossed his legs and hung his head looking sad. “What happened Peter?” Harry whispered softly.

Peter took a shaky breath, before replying. “A man named Steven Westcott was released from prison a few days ago.” Harry nodded encouragingly. “Um… he was released early on good behavior. They called us to tell us because he...”

Peter choked up, his face paling as tears began to drip down his face. He watched Peter’s face contort into a pained look as he shook his head softly. Harry grabbed Peter’s hand gently. Peter flinched violently away, causing him to hesitate. “S-sorry, sorry…” He murmured.

Peter shook his head. “No, no it’s alright.” He mumbled back, before hesitatingly scooting closer to Harry.

He adjusted to Peter could lean against him. He felt a pang of sadness when Peter stiffened for a moment, before letting out a slow sigh, and slowly began to lean into him. It took almost a full minute before his full weight was against Harry’s chest. Peter shuttered as Harry gently ran his fingers through his hair. There were a few moments of silence before he let out a soft sob. Harry’s heart broke at the sound, but he didn’t speak as Peter took a moment to cry. Peter shook his head against Harry’s chest, before whimpering, “I tried to tell him no… that I didn’t like it but…”

Harry froze. He thought he knew what Peter meant, but god he was hoping he was wrong. “What did he do?” Harry asked softly.

Peter let out a pained whimper. “He… he didn’t stop.” Peter couldn’t bring himself to say what Skip had done, he was already in tears by the end of that one sentence. Saying it would make everything real again. It would send him back to those days with Skip that he tried so hard to forget. He tried so hard to separate himself from what took place. He didn’t want what Skip did to him to dictate his life, and he thought he had until he learned the news. Yeah, he could beat Skip in a fight now, but Peter knew he’d be sent back if he even heard his voice.

Harry felt his heart drop as Peter began sobbing and sniffling into his chest. Peter never once mentioned any of this to him until now. Of course he had questions, but he knew better than to ask. His questions would only make Peter feel more vulnerable than he already did. He realized that he had added to his unease by trying to get in their house earlier.

“Peter.” Harry’s voice cracked slightly. “I’m so sorry.” He held him closer and Peter sobs became harder.

“Why would they let him out?!” Peter wailed sounding angry, fearful, regretful, broken. “He didn’t change! I know it! Is he just that good at deceiving?”

Harry held him close. "I don't know bug… but I promise. I won't let him anywhere near you." He promised.

He wanted to squeeze and nuzzle Peter, to promise him that nothing would ever hurt him again, but he knew that would only make the situation worse. He was scared enough as it is. Peter cried into his chest, his arms trembling violently. Peter shook his head. "Harry- I'm scared…" His voice was weak and pitiful. It made Harry's heart shatter in his chest.

"It's… it's okay to be scared. Especially after what he did. It's okay to cry…" He murmured, feeling his own tears build up in his eyes.

“He knows where I live.” Peter sniffled.

“He won’t hurt you. I’ll be right by your side for as long as you need it. That is if you want me to stay?” Harry consoled.

“DON’T GO!” Peter blurted out, now looking up at Harry. “Please! I...I don’t want to be alone again...”

“I won’t then.” Harry thought about Peter’s words. “Where’s May?” He asked.

“At court,” Peter mumbled. “She’s trying to get a restraining order against Skip for me.”

Harry nodded. The words brought him some comfort, knowing he would have a bit of protection from Skip. He ran his fingers gently through Peter's hair and kissed his forehead. "How about we head into town? Just for a little coffee date, to get your mind off of it." Harry asked gently, moving Peter's hair out of his face.

He hesitated at the idea. "It'll be okay, just a little bit of exercise. God knows how long you've been cooped up in here." Harry joked.

Peter laughed softly and looked down. "Hmm… okay. I trust you." He murmured after a few minutes of consideration.

Harry smiled and kissed Peter's head. "Alright. Do you wanna change or no?" Harry asked softly.

Peter let out a breath that sounded slightly like a laugh. “I look like a mess, don’t I?” He wiped the tears on his face. “I know this might sound weird, but could you stand outside the bathroom while I take a shower?”

“It’s not weird if it makes you feel safe.” Harry hummed as Peter stood.

Peter nodded stiffly, before standing up. He gave Harry a hesitant look and he began leading him to the bathroom. Harry let out a sad sigh. He didn’t miss how Peter gave him a skeptical look, like he was uncomfortable with the idea of Harry walking behind him. He didn’t blame him either. Peter gave Harry a sad smile, before kissing his cheek and walking into the bathroom. Harry smiled back as he heard Peter lock the door behind him. Harry stopped as he realized that Peter had forgotten both clothes and a towel. He walked quickly to his bedroom and picked out one of his sweatshirts that Peter had stolen about a week prior, and a pair of comfortable jeans and boxers. He grabbed a towel and knocked on the door lightly. “Hey, Pete, you forgot your clothes and a towel, can I come in?” He asked calmly.

Peter made a noise, before saying, “I locked the door.”

Harry let out a sigh. “I’ll hold onto them until you’re done, alright?”

Peter didn’t reply, but Harry could imagine him nodding quietly. “Okay.”

The shower started up and Harry sat with his back to the door. He got to thinking about how someone could do such a thing to Peter or anyone for that matter. Skip took advantage of Peter and was able to get out on good behavior? The idea to kill Skip had popped into his head and he knew it was a good idea, but he wouldn’t hunt him down. If, and this is a huge if, he was able to get near Peter, then the idea would turn into an action.

The shower turned off after twenty minutes and Harry heard the door click. He stood up so that Peter could open the door slightly. He hand reached out from behind the door and grabbed the clothes and towel before shutting the door. Harry smiled softly. It was still his Peter in there. He was here. He was okay. Harry took a deep breath and moved out of the way of the door. He smiled as the door opened, and waved to Peter. “Hey Pete.” He greeted.

Peter jumped, surprised by Harry’s sudden voice. He gave him a wide-eyed look, before relaxing after a moment. “Hey…” He murmured.

Harry smiled softly. His sweatshirt swamped Peter’s figure as usual, making him look even smaller than he was. The jeans were a bit more slim-fitting than Harry had intended, but Peter seemed comfortable. Harry put out his hand, a gentle smile on his face. Peter smiled softly back, and took it. Harry’s smile grew, and Harry began to lead him out of his house. “Wanna go to that new coffee place down the road?”

Peter smiled quietly and nodded. “Okay.”

Harry led Peter down the stairs slowly and towards the door. Peter hesitated before placing his hand on the door knob and turning it. Sun shimmered through the small opening and slowly filled the room as the door widened. Peter blinked a few times to let his eyes adjust.

Harry stepped out before Peter, so that he knew he was protected from the front and back. If he decided right there that he didn’t want to go then Harry would walk back in if he wanted him to follow. Harry smiled as Peter took a hesitant step outside. He played with Peter's hair for a moment, loving how fluffy it was freshly washed. Peter purred softly at the contact and Harry grinned.

He led Peter down the sidewalk talking to him happily. Peter didn't reply other than one-word answers and facial expressions, but Harry was more than happy to just be out and about with him. After not seeing him for a month, he grew really lonely.

They were walking side by side down the street. As much as he wanted to hold Peter’s hand again, he decided it was best if Peter made the move. Harry gave Peter a gentle smile. The two walked down the road, Harey leading Peter happily. After a while it walking, Peter took light hold of Harry's hand. He smiled and pulled his hand up lightly, kissing his knuckles. Peter blushed before laughing. "Har, stop." He said playfully.

Harry grinned. "Whyyyy." He whined teasingly. Peter smiled and leaned into Harry slightly while they walked. This was the first time he felt safe in a while. He’d only checked behind himself once and felt like that was enough.

“You’re like a puppy.” Peter sighed contently and his hand tightened slightly around Harry’s.

Harry laughed at the idea. "I'm the puppy? Have you seen how fluffy your hair is?! And just how cute you are in general!" He argued. "You're the puppy in this relationship."

Peter smiled. "Well then I'm your puppy." He said, blushing lightly and nudging him playfully and happily.

Harry smiled. "That's another nickname."

Peter rolled his eyes. "How many do you have for me now? Three? Four?"

“About eight.” Peter replied.

“Eight?” Harry asked, a laugh laced in his voice. “I don’t think I’ve heard some of those, have I?”

“I call you different nicknames depending on the person I’m talking to.” Peter explained as they neared the doors to the coffee shop.

It was a small place, not one of the popular coffee spots but still good. One of the reasons the couple liked it so much. They got their privacy to be a couple without having to worry about anyone snitching. Plus, the coffee wasn’t that expensive.

“Should I get us a table?” Peter asked. Harry looked at him with cautious eyes.

“Only if you feel comfortable with getting it.” Harry hesitated letting go of Peter’s hand.

“I’ll be alright.” Peter reassured. He wasn’t just reassuring Harry, but also himself. Before heading off, Peter’s gave Harry a peck on the cheek which got Harry to smile.

Peter slipped his hand out of Harry’s and went to the table closest to the wall and sat with his back facing the wall. Nothing could sneak up on him now and he got a full view of the coffee shop so if... he did show up, Peter would know. After a moment of talking, a server approached him. "Hello, what would you boys like?" She asked, a kind and curious look on her face.

"I'll take a hot chocolate." Peter replied, a hopeful look on his face.

The waitress nodded and wrote that down. "And you?" She asked, turning to Harry.

"I'll have a vanilla chai latte please."

She nodded happily and wrote them down as well. "Would you like anything to eat?"

Harry shrugged. "Pete?"

Peter looked up from a brief daze. "Huh? Yeah? Oh, uh, sure. Can I get banana bread?" He asked.

Harry chuckled as the waitress wrote it down. "I'll be back with your drinks in a minute." She walked back to the kitchen, leaving the couple to chat amongst themselves.

Harry started to explain what Peter had missed at school. “I’m pretty sure that you’d get it in a day. After all, it was mostly all reviews with things branching off.” Harry rambled.

He continued to ramble on until he saw Peter tense. He hadn’t seen anything, his eyes weren’t focused on anything, so it had to be his spider senses going off.

“Peter?” Harry asked softly. Peter shot out of his trance and looked over at Harry, seeing his concern.

“I think it was just a fly.” Peter mumbled.

He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it was either really small or approaching.

Harry looked around the cafe for a moment, before sighing and forcing a laugh. “God this place just opened and there’s already flies. Not a good sign if you ask me.”

Peter laughed at that, his spidey sense progressively getting louder. He smiled and grabbed Harry’s hand, wanting some form of comfort. Harry caught on quickly to Peter’s anxiety, and began rubbing his hand with his thumb. “I love you, Pete.” He asked, a small smile.

Peter forced a smile. “I love you too.” He murmured.

The waitress came with their drinks. “Your banana bread will be out in a second.” She said, a kind smile on her face.

Peter smiled and thanked her, taking a small sip of his hot chocolate, before pulling away and hissing softly. “Hot?” Harry asked, chuckling.

Peter nodded, but took another sip. Harry couldn’t help but laugh. The hot chocolate was in a red mug with green details. It was filled to the brim, topped with whipped cream which had marshmallows, chocolate shavings, and chocolate syrup. Peter seemed happy with the drink as he took another sip though.

Mid sip, Peter grabbed his head. He put his hot chocolate own so he wouldn’t spill it. His spider senses were going nuts. They were screaming at him to run.

“Peter?” Harry consoled, he looked like he was going to get up to help Peter. “Is something wrong?”

The door opened an a ding followed it. “It wasn’t a fly, Harry.” Peter realized and looked at the door, fear filling his eyes.

Harry grabbed Peter's hands gently. "Peter? Pete, are you okay?"

Peter looked down, squeezing his eyes shut. He had a look of fear on his face. "Harry…" he whimpered. Harry could hear that Peter was close to crying. He looked up to see a tall man standing in line, chatting with the cashier. He had pale hair, almost white. As if he felt the eyes on him, he turned to the two boys sitting at the table. Peter glanced up for a moment, before immediately turning away.

The man smirked, saying something else to the cashier, before strutting in their direction. "Hey there Einstein," He said, grinning at Peter.

Harry felt Peter began to shake and watched as he tried to close his eyes even tighter. “Wow, can’t even look at me?” The man acknowledged, his grin still plastered on his face. Harry put it together and glared at Skip.

“Excuse me, but you’re interrupting something here.” Harry had a mock kindness in his voice, it wasn’t that convincing. Skip jumped slightly at Harry’s voice, having just notice him.

“Oh you have a-“ Skip looked down at Harry’s and Peter’s intertwined hands. “Oh.” There was a slight venom in Skip’s voice now.

"Would you mind getting the fuck out?" Harry growled, scooting closer to Peter.

Skip made a face. "You're that one kid who was friends with him." He recognized, an angry look crossing his face.

He stopped as the waitress stepped over, putting Peter's banana bread in front of him. She saw his distressed look and turned to Harry. "Is something wrong?" She asked.

"Nah, everything's good here." Skip interrupted.

Harry got an angry look. "Everything is not good, can you get this man to leave us alone?" Harry hissed through his teeth. Every second Skip stood in front of him was a second closer that Harry was to punch him.

The waitress nodded. "Sir you need to leave these two immediately or I'll have to get security." She said.

She didn't quite know what was going on but she could tell it wasn't anything good. Skip scowled, before pushing himself up violently and stalking out of the building.

The waitress gave them a look, before walking away silently, as Peter practically crawled into Harry's lap. "Hey, it's okay bug, he's gone." Harry reassured, feeling Peter tremble violently.

“H-Harry… he’s still there. He’s waiting.” Peter could sense him standing outside, and he was angry. It wasn’t good when he was angry. Harry held Peter close to him.

“I’ll take care of it. I’ll have a staff member stay right here, if he comes in again, then he won’t walk again.” Harry said.

“Don’t.” Peter replied firmly, tears slipping from his eyes. “Harry, he’s angry. He’s awful when he’s mad.”

Harry felt his heart break at that. What had Skip done to him? He shook off the chilling thought and pressed a kiss against Peter's head. "Don't worry Pete, I'm a vigilante, remember?" He murmured softly. "I'll be back in just a second."

Peter didn't argue, but watched teary-eyed as Harry stepped through the door.

"Westcott." Harry snapped, an anger flaring up in his gut.

The man, as Peter predicted, looked up from leaning on the side of the building. "I've got a bone to pick with you." Harry snarled.

Skip scowled. "This is your last chance kid. You better screw off and let me-" Before he had a chance to finish, Harry launched forward and punched him in the nose.

He staggered back in alarm as blood began washing down his face. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" He screamed, clutching his nose.

Harry grabbed his collar. “You listen to me right now. You are not in a place of power here. You might think you are still in control of Peter, but you’re not. He could beat the absolute shit out of your sorry ass. Now, the best thing you can do is try and rebuild your life that you destroyed the moment you destroyed Peter’s innocents.” He growled. Skip took a minute and laughed right in Harry’s face.

“Little Pet could hurt mwah?” He chuckled. “He couldn’t even hold the door shut tight enough to stop me from coming in.”

Harry kneed him in the crotch and Skip groaned and pulled away from Harry. In a couple of minutes he was able to recover and he was pissed.

“You think you know Peter as well as me? Huh? Just because you got to watch him grow up?” Skip hissed, then smiled. “He grew up rather nicely, no? You want to grow old with him? Sadly you won’t be able to.”

Skip pulled out a pocket knife and longed at Harry. It was so unexpected and yet not. Harry knew that Skip might turn violent, he didn’t see him having a knife. He was luckily able to step back before the knife went down, but the second time the knife was right above him and it was coming down fast and Harry closed his eyes and prepared for the pain.

The door swung open and the pain never came. Harry’s eyes open and saw Peter grabbing Skips wrist. He still had the tear stained cheeks and fear in his eyes, but there was also anger.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter hissed.

“Pet! I was just-“ Skip gasped as Peter’s gripped tightened.

“Don’t call me that.” Peter hissed again.

Skip growler at that and tried to throw Peter off. He stumbled, before tightening his grip. "Get out." Peter warned Skip.

Skip growled. "You can't get rid of me that easily." He snapped, before throwing a wobbly punch with his other arm.

Peter ducked under it, and twisted Skip's arm, which he was still holding. There was a sickening crack and Skip let out an alarmed cry as Peter refused to let go, possibly breaking Skip's wrist with how hard he was squeezing it. Harry could see Peter's light trembling, but it was overcome with a rush of adrenaline. "Now you listen here, Westcott." Peter hissed, with a layer of venom in his voice that Harry had never heard before. "If you ever try to touch me or my boyfriend ever again I will kill you. You hear me?" He threatened, as he released his arm.

Skip's other hand flew to his arm as Peter stepped back. Harry moved forward, his hands shaking as he touched Peter's shoulder. He jumped, startled by the sudden contact, before immediately turning to hug Harry.

“Fine. I’ll leave for now.” Skip snarled. “But I will be back.”

Harry growled and then a light bulb went off in his head. “Aren’t you supposed have a probation officer with you?” They watched as some color drained from Skip’s face.

He looked like he was about to run for a moment, before scoffing. "I- I only have to see him once a month thank you!" He shouted.

Harry scowled at that. "Well believe me, this incident wont go unreported."

Before Skip could reply, two officers approached the group. "Hey, the owners of this place called us. Apparently there was a threat here? Mind telling us what happened?" One asked, eyeing Skip's broken arm.

"These fucking maniacs attacked me!" Skip shouted immediately.

Harry gave him a dumbfounded look. "You have got to be fucking with me."

"Okay okay, enough of the language!" The female officer shouted. "Come with me, I have some questions." She said, pulling Skip aside.

Harry straightened. "I'll gladly answer any questions you have!" He felt Peter shudder against him and frowned. "I'll also speak for him."

The male officer nodded. "We'll need verbal confirmation for anything you say for him." He warned.

"I'm okay with that." Peter murmured, pulling away slightly. Harry felt a rush of sadness at the loss of contact.

The officer asked the usual question and then started going into the details of the call. “The owner said that two patrons were sitting at a table, which I presume to be you two, and a guy walked up to them and made them uncomfortable. Then one stayed in while the other left after the guy. What exactly happened?”

Harry felt Peter stiffen up at that. He immediately began running his fingers through Peter’s hair. “If you wanna go sit inside for this part you can.” Harry reassured gently.

Peter mumbled a soft, “I gotta confirm stuff…”

Harry nodded gently, before pressing a kiss to Peter’s head and pulling him into another hug. “That guy’s name, it’s Steven Westcott. A few years back he did… bad stuff to Peter. He hurt him. As in-”

“As in rape.” Peter finished. He could feel how Harry tensed under his bluntness, but he really just wanted to get this over with then go home and hide under the covers.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. He got out of prison a week ago I think, and he recognized Peter and started harassing us. I told him to go away and he did, but he was waiting outside for us and I left to go try and get him to leave. Then he just started saying stuff and I got pissed and punched him.” Harry admitted.

“But then he pulled a knife on you and tried to stab you.” Peter argued, pulling away to look Harry in the eyes.

“If Peter hadn’t stepped out then I’d be bleeding right now.” Harry said quickly to the officer then looked at Peter. “I only escalated the situation Peter, I should have just waited with you until he left.”

“I do agree that you coming out here was a slight escalation, but with Westcott’s history with him, I can see why you’d want to get out of the premises.” The officer then leaned into his walkie. “Hey Sarah, check him for a pocket knife.”

“I can see pecking out of his front pocket.” Her voice buzzed from the walkie.

The man nodded. "Alright, can we get your guys' names and numbers? We'll have to contact you later for further questioning."

The two nodded and easily passed the information. Peter pulled out his phone with shaky hands. "I should call May." He mumbled.

Harry nodded, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist. "I'm right here if you need me." He murmured.

Peter nodded silently, and dialed May's number. After a moment, she picked up. "Hey Aunt May? We uh… we've got a bit of a problem…"

“What happened? I’ve been trying to get in contact for a few minutes now. I got good news too.” May sounded happy or relieved.

“Me and Harry went out to that little coffee an-and Skip-“ Peter sniffled, his voice cracking.

“Skip? He broke the restraining order already?” May hissed.

“What?” Peter gasped.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. Maybe my messages haven’t sent, but I sent you how the courts approved it just a few minutes ago. He was here and then left after it was approved.” She said.

Peter let out a sigh. "Then yeah he broke restraining order."

Harry noticed how Peter's voice sounded both relieved and scared at the same time. He grabbed Peter's hand gently and began running circles with his thumb on the back of Peter's hand. He looked up and smiled softly, before returning to the phone call.

"There are a few officers here, Harry got in s fist fight with him and I think I broke his arm when he tried to stab Harry." Peter sniffled.

May laughed. "Good riddance, he deserves that and much more." Peter made a displeased noise. "Pete, why don't you head home if you can. I can make us some wheatcakes."

Peter smiled. "Thank you…" He murmured, hanging up.

"So we going to your place for 'wheatcakes'?" Harry teased.

Peter elbowed him. "Hush."

"They're called pancakes, Peter! You and May are the only people I've ever met who call them 'wheatcakes'! Its dumb!" He teased further.

Peter laughed and shoved him. "Be quiet! Aunt May's wheatcakes are the best thing to grace this earth."

“I will agree that they’re the best pancakes around.” Harry agreed as he received another shove from Peter.

“I dare you to say that they’re pancakes in front of May. You’d get your ass beat.” Peter replied as Harry laughed.

“May beating me up?” Harry couldn’t even imagine it. Well, he couldn’t imagine Peter beating him up until Peter came close to doing so.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "She will."

Harry raised his hands in surrender. "Alright alright. Come on. Let's go."

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Losing Control

I promised I’d finish this soon lol. Enjoy!!! Written with @fandomsumthing

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Summary: Peter makes a mistake in judgment, and his friends face the consequences.

Word Count: 21,321

Date of Completion: Sunday, December 8th, 2019

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Toe Socks

So it appears I may be confined to posting the crackhead fics that @fandomsumthing and I write. Enjoy this… thing.

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Summary: Miles gets an idea and Peter decides he will disown Miles until he repents for his sins.

Word Count: 2375

Date of Completion: Sunday, November 17th, 2019

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Spidey Sister Snapped pt. 2

This is a joint writing piece with @im-a-star-girl and check them out for part 1

Summary: Peter gets hurt and he can’t handle all the hatred being pointed at him any more.

Enjoy!

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Peter groaned as he was thrown into a wall for the third time that night. He stumbled to his feet, before the thug with absolutely MASSIVE gauntlets was upon him again, throwing blind punches. He flipped out of the way, stumbling as his twisted ankle flared in pain once again.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not feeling so good.” Peter said, struggling to his feet only to be decked again. Once he finally managed to stand and not be hit, he got behind the thug.

He webbed the thug, who punched at the webs, only to tangle his gauntlets. An alarmed look crossed his face when he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere. Peter leapt into the air, and wrapped the webs around the thugs neck, startling the man, and throwing him off his balance. He released the webs, before kicking the thug in the face. As he landed, he toppled for a moment, his sprained ankle throbbing. The thugs' gauntlet fell off of his hand, clearly not fastened on well as the man fell over, and landed on Peter's leg. Peter let out a cry of alarm and pain, shoving the heavy steel gauntlet off, seeing his disfigured knee, and realized it was fractured.

Peter looked around for any straight object that he could use as makeshift splint. His attention turned to the gauntlet on the ground, seeing two small metal poles on the inside. They would be able to hold until he got to a first aid kit. Peter took the gauntlet and smashed it against the ground, getting the poles lose. He took the poles and put them on both sides of his knee and web it in place. He stood up from the ground, his leg still hurt like hell but at least he knew that he wouldn’t cause any more severe injury to his knee cap. The thug groaned and Peter quickly webbed him up, not up to face the menace again. He shot his web and swung himself to a higher building to contact Ock to call the police and let him take care of it from there.

"Parker? Do you know what time it is?"

"Y-yeah uhh, I need a bit of help." Peter whimpered, sitting down with a heavy grunt.

“With what?” Ock’s voice had become concerned hearing Peter so winded.

“There was this thug, I handled him but I was wondering if you could send out one of those drone spiders to stay with him while I go home?” Peter asked.

“Are you injured? You sound injured." Peter could hear the clicking of Ock’s keyboard.

“Just a sprain, I’ll be fine.” Peter said as he stood.

“You're lying, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine Otto, I just need rest.”

“If you say so.” Otto then went silent, having ended the call with Peter.

Peter waited uncomfortably, before seeing the Spider-Drones arrive. One of the drones turned to him, before chittering in alarm. Peter began swinging away, ignoring the numerous incoming calls from Otto. He staggered while climbing into his room. He sat on the floor for a moment, touching his swelling knee lightly, before pulling his hands away with a pained whimper. He reached over for a towel, and shoved it into his mouth. He pressed his hands to his knee, biting down on the towel, before pushing hard, resetting his leg. He let out a pained cry, muffled by the towel, and pulled his hands away. He forced himself up, and undressed to take a shower. After a hot shower wiping away any blood that had dried on his bruised knuckles, he put on a t-shirt and pants before collapsing onto his bed, still writhing in pain.

When morning came, he immediately knew something else was wrong. He couldn’t be having an asthma attack, could he? It felt like a small one, but it hurt much worse. No, he couldn’t think about that now. He had school to attend. His alarm read 5:30. Did it really take that long for him to get dressed? Nevermind that. He had to get to school. He grabbed his book bag and carefully made his way downstairs to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. On the fridge he found a note from May.

‘Peter,

We’re out of fruit and milk. On your way home from school could you pick up some more please? Thank you and have a good day!

-Love May’

Peter took the note and put it in his backpack pocket for safe keeping.

Normally at this time he would've gone out for patrol but with his unbearably tight chest, throbbing knee, and sore arm, there was no way he'd be of any help. Not this morning. He barely held back tears as he slowly ate leftover eggs May had made for dinner the night before. He felt like he was going to puke. He forced on his shoes and sat down, watching TV until 7 came around. When it finally arrived, he staggered to the train station, and arrived to Midtown.

As the day progressed, his pain only increased, and by lunch, he could barely breathe. Flash seemed to notice and was sticking a bit closer than usual. As he walked through the hallways, Flash was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him. When Thomas, a boy who was a grade above both Peter and Flash, had bumped into Peter, he practically had to restrain Flash from punching him. Flash is a lot more protective than I remember… guess that's how I know we're friends. Sort of…

When the bell finally rang Peter was thankful. If the day had lasted any longer he probably would have ended up going to the nurses office. Lucky for him, his homework was so light that he was able to finish it before the school day’s end. All he needed to do now was get the groceries and then he could go home and rest. The closest store to Midtown was a 3 minute walk and then another 10 to the subway station. Peter knew that it would be hard getting home with milk and fruit even without his injuries, but he could make it. Flash and him had parted at the school doors and Peter began walking to the store. About thirty seconds in he felt a slight tingle go off in his head. Not like a threat was approaching, but someone that he knew. Actually plural, two people that he knew. He could see them in the store windows that lead to the door. Gwen and Anya.

He groaned internally. I really don't want to deal with them right now… As he began walking through the isles, picking out what brand of apples and grapes to choose, he noticed Gwen and Anya following him. He internally cringed as he realized it was because they still didn't trust him. He huffed, regretting it almost immediately as his chest throbbed. He brought a hand to it, and straighten his back, taking a breath. He wheezed uncomfortably, before resuming. He picked out grapes, bananas, apples, and tangerines, before grabbing the skim milk they drink now. He mentally cursed Otto, before huffing as he realized silently that Skim Milk wasn't that bad. As he paid for the food and left the store, he could still see Gwen and Anya following him out of the corner of his eye. He mentally debated calling Harry, before deciding it would be a bad idea. Harry would be able to tell how much pain he was in, even if it was just his voice. He merely took another breath, and kept limping to the subway station. I just wanna go home man…

He hugged the bag of groceries to his chest as a crowd passed him, the skim milk’s cold surface slightly numbing the pain in his chest. It distracted him ever so slightly that he ended up bumping into someone. His chest being pushed and the pain coming back through the numbing cold. Peter looked up to apologize to the person he had ran into only to have his mood dampen. He had just bumped into his former teacher, Max Modell. He was glaring down at Peter. Really? I just want to be in bed and not be reminded of the people who hate me… “Sorry.” Peter wheezed slightly then quickly moved pass Max and into a seat.

Max made a face at Peter as he nearly collapsed into a seat, as far away from Max as he could get. He watched silently as Anya and Gwen stepped in, sitting near Max and whispering silently to them. He felt a stray tear drip from his face. He wiped it furiously, knowing it was just from how much pain he was in. He wheezed, laying back and praying silently the pain would go away if he just sat still enough. He felt the subway jolt, shattering any peace he had felt for those few moments. The car didn’t get very far, before he heard a loud explosion. He threw his hands over his ears and yelped in alarm. His arm screamed in pain as he moved too fast. He gasped, as the lights began flickering and the train car shook. He heard Gwen and Anya scream as Max shouted in alarm. When the shaking stopped, he heard a loud announcement over the intercom. "All passengers please remain seated, help will soon arrive. This is not a drill." The phrase began repeating, occasionally distorting, and Peter let out a pained whimper. He looked out the doors to see concrete was blocking the exit. This wouldn't be a problem if his entire body was screaming with pain, and if Gwen, Anya, and Max weren't there…

Another explosion caused the train car to shake violently. So much so that it caused Peter to fall out of his seat, landing square on his chest. He began to gasp for air. The pain was unbearable but now layered on top of that was that he couldn’t breathe. He pushed himself up with his arms but stayed kneeling on the ground. He tried catching his breath but he couldn’t focus, His spider senses were bouncing off the walls and the pain in his leg and arm had decided that it was a perfect time to flare up. He needed something to ground him, but that was the one thing he didn’t have at the moment.

He felt a hand grab his throbbing arm. He let out a cry of pain, shoving whoever's grabbed him away, and falling back onto his butt. He leaned on the back of the subway car and stared ahead blankly, before realizing it was Gwen. After a few moments, he realized she was talking to him. "Peter? Peter what's wrong?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm fine I'm-" he coughed violently. "I'm fine" He hissed when Gwen reached forward again to help him.

Her eyes narrowed as an angry look crossed her face. "What is your problem?! I'm trying to help you and you slap me away!" Peter stared at her, seeing Anya step beside her. Max didn't move from his seat, but Peter could see he was watching the encounter carefully, and was hanging onto every word. "Look, a lot has happened. I'm just tired and not in the right mindset to be talking right now- can we please continue this later?" He begged weakly.

"No Peter. We've given you your space that you so desperately wanted. Now it's time you answer our questions." Anya demanded.

“I can’t, okay? Even if I did tell would you believe me? And who said I wanted space?” Peter asked looking up.

“Well that whole week that you were being a bitch and quit Horizon was enough to tell us that you did!” Gwen yelled.

“I’m sorry, I was stressed!” Peter’s voice began to shake, signaling that he was lying. Anya’s face now showed the same amount of anger.

“Enough with the lies Parker! Tell us the truth!” Anya pushed Peter lightly. Peter didn’t reply. “I thought Harry didn’t have a thing for liars. I guess he still doesn’t know what happened-”

“ENOUGH! You want the truth? I’ll give you the truth!” Peter yelled, anger that out beating Gwen and Anya’. “I don’t know what happened that week because it wasn’t me!”

Gwen stumbled back, seeming alarmed. Anya's jaw dropped. She'd heard of Peter snapping… but she never imagined that she'd be on the receiving end of it. Max finally stepped in. "I think that's enough, Peter."

Peter bristled and stood up. "Oh fuck off you don't know shit about what happened. Three weeks ago Doctor Octopus invaded my mind and COMPLETELY fucked up my life! And now I'm suffering because of it!" Peter's voice broke as he ranted. He could feel his eyes water. "None of you have a fucking clue what I've been through this past month. I've just been trying to help the city out as Spider-Man and my life has completely gone to shit and all of you are being ASSHOLES and you won’t listen to me! I tried talking to you! I tried to explain myself! I tried cleaning up this fucking mess that Ock created! But none of you will listen! I just wanted to fix what I lost and now you all are being fucking assholes! I tried to tell you to let me put this off until later! But NO! YOU GUYS HAD TO BE IMPATIENT! I HAVE BROKEN FUCKING RIBS! I CAN'T BREATHE! I’M IN PAIN AND YOU JUST HAVE TO FUCKING SCORN ME BECAUSE OF IT!" Peter's breath grew heavier.

At some point during his tangent, he began crying and now… he couldn't stop. Tears spilled down his face. "I tried talking to you guys but you wouldn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me! Do you realize how fucking hurt I am? I Get it. I hurt your feelings. And for that, I am sorry. But even when I tried to make amends you just… you brushed me off. I was stuck in some… fucking digital dimension for days! I was there for god knows how long! I had to fight against your damn antivirus'! Max nearly killed me when he did the damn factory reset! I come back to find out Ock is in my body claiming to be some 'superior spiderman' and everyone just seems to… everyone just likes him better. I nearly died saving him and getting my body back and people either hate my guts or wish I hadn't switched back! Then you two accuse me of being the goblin king! What the actual fuck! You said it straight to my face that you thought the new goblins was Peter Parker! Why? Because I’m dating Harry Osborn or because of Ock having a bad attitude towards you? For science majors you sure don’t hypothesize before your conclusions! Since I've come back everything's gone to SHIT and I just-" He couldn’t stop the tears anymore. "I just want to go to sleep. I just want rest."

“That can’t be true. The whole digital dimension had been debunked by me two years ago.” Max said, standing up to get closer to the group.

“You debunked it because it sounded fake!” Peter’s voice was shaking with emotions, but it still conveyed his anger well. “That’s what you do Modell! You do what will make you look better! You said that the V-252 was fine and looked what happened! Then instead of looking at a virus, aka ME, you tried to kill me! If all it takes is an insult to upset you, then no wonder Ock quit! How the fuck did you even get your teaching degree? You told me to give up! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Peter’s breath became rugged and uneven, but he continued. “I tried really hard to look past all the shit you’ve done, Modell. I really did! But now that I’m no longer a student, I can see how horrible of a person you can be. You’re not an evil man, but you’re not a good person either. I told you the first day that I couldn’t pay tuition, and you gave me the study tuition, I can appreciate that. But you could have also told me that it only lasted one year! Maybe then I would have been able to get a job and would of been able to meet the pay this year! Then you call me poor, which was a great help with my self-esteem! Not to mention how you put up the Spider-Man statue with the schools' fucking tuition money! I didn’t even want it put up! I don’t need people to like me as a hero! I’m still going to save them even if they hate me! If you think I’d make all this up just to get back into Horizon, you’re deadass wrong. If I had done all those rude things to all of you, I would have made it my duty to stay out of your lives! I wouldn’t be trying to get back in Horizon! I wouldn't be making an effort! But here I am."

Max stood quietly, his face showing a wide range of emotions. This wasn’t like how he yelled at him that night at Horizon. This admittedly frightening and concerning.

"Peter I-"

"I know you all don't understand. You never will. I don't expect you to understand. But I'd hope you'd at least make an effort. I thought we were friends… weren't we friends?" Peter wiped away his tears. "If you don't want me around then fine. If you don't like me, then fine. But never bring Harry into this again, you hear me?"

Despite Peter's stoic facade, he could feel himself crumbling under the weight of the world. "Peter. We need to know the whole, true story." Max sighed.

"Hah… you still don't believe me. Typical, you know what Modell? You can go fuck off because I'm fucking sick of you. I don't even want to go to Horizon anymore! It's just bad fucking memories there now!" Peter's voice began to rise as he was once again filled with anger. "I tried my goddamn best to meet your fucking standards and this is the thanks I get! I tried to stay there, but fuck that. I've chosen my side. And it's AGAINST YOU!" He snarled.

Gwen reached out and grabbed Peter's shoulder. "Are… are you telling the truth?"

Peter smacked her away, giving her an angry look. "What do you think? Do you want more proof? Ask Miles!” He spat.

Peter began to tremble with anger, his pain disappeared for a moment, and he couldn't control his movements. He punched the window behind him. He heard the glass shatter, and hot pain ran up his arm as glass shards embedded themselves into his fist. "Peter!" Anya shouted in alarm.

Peter grabbed his wrist. "I'm fine."

“That was bulletproof glass! You can’t break bulletproof and be fine unless-“

“Unless you’re Spider-Man.” Peter huffed, taking off his jacket and seeing a bruise forming. He glided his fingers crossed and hissed as well as cringed feeling the bump of a bone. It wasn’t breaking the skin, which was lucky, but his arm was definitely broken. He looked up at the other people in the train cart, seeing that they were staring at his arm in horror.

“You have a broken arm? How the-“ Anya levered his arm so that it was resting on his bag.

“A thug. Can one of you rip one of my jacket sleeves off? I need to make a sling.” Peter answered simply. It was different from how he usually asked questions. He sounded like he was talking to Ock right after he appeared back at Horizon or when he woke up from his coma.

Gwen shifted as Anya helped. Peter made the sling quickly, and saw their uncomfortable faces. "I'm sorry I'm being short with you. I'm short on sleep and in pain, and I know that isn't an excuse, sorry." He huffed, as he wrapped his arm as best as he could.

"We need to get you to the hospital." Max stated firmly.

Peter scoffed. "If I go to the hospital they'll do blood tests, and my Spider DNA isn't that hard to miss. It's just not safe for me…" He sighed.

"Then we'll take you to the infirmary at Horizon." Max finalized.

Peter snorted. "You really don't understand the concept of a secret identity, do you?"

“Peter, please-“ Max began.

“No, trust me. Half of the students would be reluctant to work on me. I saw how they looked at me when I walked in. Plus I’ve come to school with my other arm popped out of its socket before. I had to pop it back in before classes started, but I made it through the whole day without anyone picking up on it. I’ll be fine.” Peter said, pushing himself up with his good arm. “I know someone who will help me. I’ll bust him and see what he thinks about my injuries.” Peter sat down into the seat he fell out of, lifting his backpack to keep his arm on.

“Can we at least help you there?” Anya asked.

“Sorry, but no. He doesn’t like people that he doesn’t know well coming into his place.” Peter looked away from them.

Peter leaned on the door of the train cae in silence, and the others knew his word was finalized, and nothing they could say would change his mind. They settled in an uneasy silence. Peter hadn't stopped crying. The tears had slowed, but they hadn't stopped. The only sound was rumbling outside and the occasional drip of Peter's tears. Finally, light burst through the windows, catching them all off guard. Kid Arachnid forced the doors open. "Are you all okay?!" He froze when he saw the collection of people who were stuck together.

Peter turned and grabbed his groceries. "Oh- Pe- uh, random citizen- are you okay?"

Peter gave Miles a look. "They know, Kid." He sighed.

Miles looked between the group, before Peter limped out. "I'll call Otto, he'll give you a ride." Miles murmured to Peter as he limped past.

Peter nodded thankfully, and exited the abandoned subway car, avoiding fallen rubble. Miles watched until Peter was out of sight. Harry was at the subway entrance blocking other people from coming in so there was no doubt that Harry would see Peter like that.

Miles turned his attention to the other’s, a knee question popping into his mind. “What happened and why was he crying?” He didn’t receive an answer, but he got awkward glances from his friends. Since he knew that that wouldn’t get answered quickly he changed it.

“Did he tell you about the body swapping with Ock?” He asked, which got everyone to look up at him.

“He was telling the truth?” Max gasped.

“Yeah, I was the first person he contacted. If he hadn’t typed out that it was him I would have punted him.” Miles said laughing at the end. He then realized that Gwen and Anya’s faces reflected guilt.

“What did you guys say to him?” Miles asked sternly.

“We sorta… yelled at him?” Anya said rubbing her arm awkwardly. “And we sorta forced the truth out of him and he just broke down.”

There was a silence that was even more uncomfortable with Miles there. Miles let out an irritated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“He apologized right after I’m guessing?” The others nodded. “Did you?” More silence and Miles nodded, even through his mask, they were able to see that he was biting his check.

Miles shook his head. "Do you guys realize how much pain he was in? I saw the scans Otto made last night. He crushed most of his ribs, he had a sprained ankle, a broken arm, fractured knee, and too many bruises to count. He also might have internal bleeding but he's stubborn and refuses to get help so Harry's gonna end up forcing his hand on him. But what I mean is that he's in pain. Today was not the day to try to force him to talk. Especially since you didn't apologize, even after finding out what happened." Miles lectured.

"It's- it's a lot to absorb!" Anya defended.

"And it doesn't take much to apologize. Even if it is, you should've been able to tell that you were in the wrong. You HAVE to apologize." Miles scolded.

Gwen shifted, keeping her eyes to the floor. "Anya.. Arachnid is right…" She murmured.

"Damn straight I am." He snorted, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.

Max began walking towards the exit, an emotionless look on his face.

“That also goes for you. It’s your decision to let him go back to Horizon or not, but you still have to apologize.” Miles said, placing a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Don’t tell him that I said this, but you are one of his inspirations in life. Of course you’re behind Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, but you’re definitely in his top 5. Also don’t call him poor again or I will bitch slap you to the moon.” Miles whispered the last part. He was so glad that Max didn’t know it was him under the mask.

“Alright, this is your stop so I’ll direct you back to the surface world. I also better hear from Peter that he got an apology from all three of you.” Miles said, his joking demeanor returning.

The group followed Miles out, feeling increasingly anxious as they reached the station. Police officers and witnesses took up the area and rubble was scattered everywhere. "What happened?" Gwen asked, looking alarmed.

"The subway wasn't structurally sound and collapsed. It doesn't look like a villain plotted this, just bad timing." Miles sighed, looking around at the chaos.

Miles turned to them once more. "Harry Osborn is at the exit making sure nobody enters with a couple other officers. I'm not sure if he's still there, considering he must've seen Peter by now. But listen, I'm going to stay down here and help cleanup. I'll check in with Peter in a few days, and I better hear that you all apologized. In person." Miles finalized with crossed arms.

"Alright…" Gwen murmured.

"It's the least we can do." Anya said, looking guilty as she rubbed her arm.

Max didn't reply, but nodded quietly. Miles gave a firm nod, before turning and running to the tracks again, calling to the other officers.

The group moved to the exit, and left the subway with an uneasy feeling in their gut. Harry wasn’t there, just like Miles had said.

~

The sun shined through Peter’s room window, causing him to throw a pillow over his head. Harry and Ock got him to go and see an actual doctor after reviewing his injuries. No internal bleeding, but he did have broken bones.

Two broken ribs, fractured knee, and a broken arm. They gave him crutches for his knee that was in cast. His arm was also in a cast that looked like a box. He also had bandages wrapped around his chest for his ribs.

May had refused to let him go to school in this condition. “You need rest. The last thing you need to worry about right now is school.” She had said to him. Luckily Flash came to his house with his school work so that when he got back he’d be caught up. He’d do his best to help Peter understand the material, but Peter would end up helping him with it as well.

Flash wouldn’t be coming today because it was Saturday. May had left for work before he had woken up, he knew because when he finally pulled the blanket off of his head he could see that there was a plate of fruit and eggs with a glass of water on the coffee table.

He smiled gently at the gesture and reached over to take the water. In truth, by now he didn't need the casts. His accelerated healing had taken care of all his injuries. At this point, the casts were just a nuisance, but he'd have to keep them on for another week or two. He sipped the water, and looked down at his arm, a smile crossing his face. Harry, Flash, Miles, Otto, Anna Maria, and a number of other students had happily signed his cast, under the ruse that he'd been injured when the subway collapsed. He ate the fruit and eggs, and sipped the water, before checking his phone, to see a few texts from Flash telling him about something someone had done after school. He shot back a quick reply, before hearing a knock at the door. He looked up curiously, before shambling to his crutches, and fumbling carefully down the stairs to the living room. He opened the door, and felt his stomach sink when he saw Max standing at the entryway. "Umm… hi…" Peter murmured, looking embarrassed.

He moved out of the doorway, inviting him in. Even worse then, after he entered Gwen and Anya followed shortly after. "Make yourselves at home. Do you uhh… do you.. want anything..?" He offered weakly.

Max sat down, Gwen and Anya sitting beside him. "No. Just to talk." They never saw Peter look so much of a wreck, well other than in the subway. His hair was flat, it looked like it had been brushed, but it didn’t look how it usually did. He looked tired even though he didn’t act it. Add in the casts and the bandages that covered his chest and he looked like he needed to be laying down in a hospital bed.

“Okay.” Peter made his way to the couch and sat down, motioning the others to follow. They just stayed like that for a while, no one knowing what to say or how to say it. The only noise in the room was the clock on the wall.

Peter felt his chest tighten slightly, not because of his ribs but because of not knowing what they wanted to say. He didn’t want to push them into telling him because he could see that they were in the same position as him and he didn’t want this to end up as a yelling match again.

Not knowing what else to do, and hating the silence, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that, and I-"

"Peter stop." Gwen cut in. "We didn't come looking for an apology. We came looking for forgiveness. You were right. We shouldn't've brushed you off like that when you were trying to make amends. It wasn't fair and we were just too upset to look at it logically. So for that, I am sorry, Peter. You didn't deserve what we put you through."

"Gwen's right, I was just… upset. I didn't want to make amends, I just wanted to be mad at you. And that's not fair. I'm sorry Peter." Anya agreed.

Peter felt his eyes begin to water, but he refused to cry. He kept a brave face, and gave Max a hesitant look. Max sighed heavily. "These two are right. I haven't exactly been fair to you, Harry, or this school. And it hurts that it takes one of my students breaking down for me to realize that." Max admitted. "And… I'm sorry."

Peter stared at the man. He could see he felt guilty, but his apology didn't feel very.. authentic. Like he had been planning it and thinking it over. Nonetheless he would accept it.

But a part of the sentence had stuck with him. Don’t get your hopes up Peter….. just correct him.

“Don’t you mean former student?” Peter asked, feeling his heart hammering in his chest from the slight suspense. He didn’t let any hope into words or spread across his face.

Max smiled slightly. “That’s up to you. I’m offering to let you back in to Horizon Peter.”

Peter felt a small grin force its way onto his face. "I… yeah. I'd love to go. I just… can you give me a week or two to find a job again? And to tell Midtown that I'm transferring back?" He asked.

Peter was doing his damndest to keep his excitement from blowing up from him, and by his fidgeting, he could tell he was failing. "Of course." Max agreed.

"And we can let the others at school know that something was going on, hard week or something, so they won't hate you as soon as you get back." Anya reassured.

Peter smiled thankfully at her. "Thanks, Anya. I appreciate it. I really do." He said, a joyful smile on his face.

Gwen smiled. "It's the least we could do after what we put you through."

"Guys, it's more than enough." He promised

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Spidey Sister Snapped

Okay yeah so this was fun XD. I have a bunch of tropes and ideas I’m gonna write so there’s gonna be a lot of fics for the next few days. Expect a bit of spam.

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Summary: Peter loses it

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“Why do we have to do this again?” Anya asked, seeming irritated.

“Its for the convention. Once we visit this school, then we won’t have to do this again. Plus, Peter knows the place! This’ll be a breeze!” Harry reassured, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend, who glanced up at him.

“Yeah, I know the place. So that means that they also know me, which I really don’t like.” Peter admitted, staring at the entryway to a public school named Midtown High.

“Come on. It’ll only take like- four hours. Let’s get on with it!” Miles yelped.

Peter sighed heavily, stepping towards the building. “We’re gonna have to talk with the Principal first to confirm our identities.” 

“Lets go!” Gwen chirped.

The group walked through the halls, wearing Horizon High sweatshirts as they approached the office. Harry couldn’t help but notice how students stopped and stared at them, whispering in shock. “What’re they saying Miles?” Harry asked, looking to the boy.

Miles glanced up. He looked confused. “They’re talking about Peter, saying things like ‘he’s back’ or ‘please don’t tell me he goes here again’.” Miles explained. Miles made a confused face. “Someone just said, ‘The man, the myth, the legend, Peter B. Parker is back’.“

Anya raised an eyebrow. “What’s that all about?” She snorted.

“You’ll probably find out some point later on.” Peter muttered, hearing their conversation.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gwen asked, crossing her arms.

“You’ll see.” Peter replied, opening the door to the office.

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“It’s Warm!”

This is pretty much a little fluffy ficlet. Enjoy the fluff.

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Summary: Peter steals Harry’s sweater

779 Words

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Harry glared at the small figure curled up in a ball on his bed surrounded by an assortment of his sweaters and sweatshirts. “Peter, can I have my sweatshirts back?” He repeated the question for what was at least the tenth time, already knowing the answer.

“No.” Peter answered simply.

Harry let out a heavy sigh. “Peter, I need my sweater. Give it.” He sighed as he reached to grab the blue fabric from the boy curled up on top of it.

When his hand neared the faded fabric, Peter hissed and smacked his hand away. Harry gasped in feign alarm. “Peter!” He shouted.

“My sweater!” Peter shouted, grabbing the sweater and hugging it.

Harry crossed his arms. “Peter.”

“Harry.” Peter replied, making a childish pout.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the face. “Peter, hand it over.”

“No.” Peter answered again, visibly biting back a laugh.

Harry giggled. “Peter, why are you holding my sweater captive?” 

“It’s warm!” 

“Yeah, so are the other twenty you’ve stolen from me.” Harry reasoned.

Peter looked down at the array of sweaters and sweatshirts, before kicking them off the bed. “What sweaters?” He said, giving Harry an innocent look.

Harry laughed, leaning over. “Peter!” Harry yelled playfully, as he lunged to get the sweater. 

Peter screamed dramatically, as the two rolled off the bed. The two shouted in alarm, before laughing as they laid on the floor. Harry laughed loudly, before glancing over at Peter. Suddenly, Harry sat up, and straddled Peter, surprising the shorter boy. “HarrAAH” Peter screamed in alarm as Harry began digging his fingers into Peter’s sides.

Peter laughed loudly as Harry tickled him mercilessly. “Hand over the sweater!” Harry shouted.

Through Peters’ laughter, Harry could pick out a vague, “NEVER!” so he began digging his fingers up Peters’ sides, causing Peter to practically scream. “HARRY NO- HAHAH HAARRAAYY- NO STAHAHAP P- PLEHAHAHAH PLEASE!” He shouted through his laughter.

Harry laughed at the smaller boy’s laughter. “Then give me my sweater!” He demanded playfully.

Peter replied by chucking his sweater over Harrys’ head. Harry jumped to grab it, leaving Peter unguarded. When he missed, Peter scrambled out from under Harry, and vaulted over the bed to grab it first. “Peter- no!” Harry shouted.

Harry grabbed Peter’s ankle, and began tickling his bare foot, causing the boy to laugh and start kicking frantically. Which then resulted in Peter kicking Harry in the face. Harry fell back, and Peter gasped, horrified. He quickly got on his hands and knees, and turned to Harry. “Oh my god- Harry, are you okaMF-” His worry was interrupted by a surprise kiss from Harry, who used this distraction as an attempt to grab the sweater which had returned to Peters’ grasp.

Peter pulled away. “Nope!” He shouted, pulling the sweater over his head, and rolling off the other side of the bed. 

“Peter!” Harry shouted, laughing at their antics.

“It’s mine now! Pick a different one!” Peter shouted, as he snuggled into the dark blue sweater.

Harry sighed in feign frustration. “Peter, do I need to call Anya to get my sweater from you?” Harry asked, crossing his arms.

Peter gave him a look that very much resembled a confused kitten in Harrys’ opinion. “Do you really think she’d be able to get it from me either?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious.

Harry let out a sigh, before lunging at Peter who ran out of the room. “PETER!”

Harry chased after the smaller boy, but his attempts were futile when Peter barricaded himself in the bathroom. Harry sighed what must have been his hundredth sigh that day, and stared at the door. “Peter, c’mon. I need my sweater.”

“Pick a different one!”

“That’s my favorite sweater!”

“So it’s my favorite too!” Peter yelled back.

Harry huffed. “If you come out I’ll bring food.” 

“No.”

“And we can snuggle.”

There was a longer pause than before, but he was answered with another, “No.”

“And a movie night?”

There was no reply, but Harry got the hint. “Another no, huh? If you come out, I’ll bring us food, ice cream, we can snuggle, we can have a movie night, AND you can stay over.”

“Deal!” Peter yipped, as the door opened.

Harry grinned and leaned in to snatch his sweater, but froze up. The blue sweater swamped Peter, overtaking his hands and draping just past his waist. It made Peter look smaller than he actually was, which in turn made his eyes look bigger. “Goddamnit you look too cute in that.” Harry muttered under his breath. 

Peter raised an eyebrow, and he smirked. “What was that?” 

Harry just sighed. “Help me pick another sweater, you sweater goblin.”

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Movie Night

Ahhh! There isn’t enough Parksborn in this world!! Enjoy!

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Summary: Harry convinces Peter to do a movie night, and he learns a fun fact about Peter.

1905 Words

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“Come on, it’s just a movie night. You can skip patrol for one day.” Harry pressed, looking both hopeful and irritated.

Peter sighed dramatically, leaning back on his bed, considering the idea. “But what if something happens?” He argued weakly.

“Nothing will happen. You already went on patrol after earlier today either way.” Harry reassured.

Peter huffed, knowing he was right. He let out a small whine, having a mental dispute between what his head wanted, and what his heart wanted. Harry sighed heavily, before walking towards the boy. Peter glanced up at his boyfriend, before yelping in surprise as he picked Peter up bridal style. “Harry!” He cried out, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.

“Movie night!” He shouted, as he carried Peter to the living room.

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