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surreal-honeypot · 5 years ago

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Parkner Week Day Two Title: A Perfect Night Prompt: Prom

Character Tags: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Betty Brant, Shuri, Abby Keener, Harley’s little sister, mentioned Tony Stark

Relationship Tags: Peter Parker/Harley Keener, Michelle Jones/Shuri, Ned Leeds/Betty Brant

Additional Tags: Day Two of Parkner Week, Parkner Week 2019, Prom, Getting Together, Not Endgame Compliant, Not Infinity War Compliant, Tony doesn’t sell the tower, Idk why, Fluff, This was meant to be cute but I think I did a bad job

Summary: “You need some help with that?”

Peter looked slightly embarrassed, but he nodded, looking up at Harley through his eyelashes.

Cute.

Harley stepped into Peter’s personal space, suddenly realizing that this was either a really bad idea, or his best idea yet. Upon seeing Peter’s face pink, Harley decided that it was easily his best idea yet. Harley reached up and paused.

“What did you do to this poor tie?”

“Peter. Nothing is going to happen. Homecoming was a fluke! School dances are not out to get you,” Ned tried reasoning.

“See, you say that, but you’re wrong.” MJ raised an unimpressed eyebrow, while Ned, who was standing next to her, crossed his arms with a deadpan look.

“Uhuh. And your reasoning here, Parker?”

“MJ, we all know what happened on homecoming night sophomore year, and then on prom, do you remember what happened?”

“You rushed away to go be Spider-Man.”

“Exactly! And at homecoming this year, what happened?”

Ned sighed.

“You rushed away to go be Spider-Man.” Neds repeated, voice flat. “Man, I still don’t see the problem here. You think school dances are out to get you, but to me it seems like Spider-Man is out to get your social life. Just come out, have fun for a night... Maybe invite Harley?” Ned’s voice turned teasing.

Peter felt his face go red.

“What?! No, I-”

“To me, it seems like you were just trying to get out of homecoming because you don’t want to ask anyone, and Ned and I won’t be around to hold your hand this year.” MJ’s words were blunt, but not malicious. They were also, unfortunately, true.

MJ had asked out Shuri months ago, and upon hearing about prom, Shuri jumped at the chance to go. Peter had the distinct feeling that she would be disappointed, Midtown wasn’t exactly known for their wonderful school dances, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. Ned, was once again, dating Betty. They had a rather consistent on-again off-again relationship. Peter, on the other hand, was as single as a pringle.

This didn’t stop MJ and Ned from teasing him about Harley, however, who had moved in with Mr. Stark nearly a year before and who Peter had been hardcore crushing on ever since. It seemed like the more he got to know the other boy, the more he liked him.

Harley was gorgeous and funny, Harley was super smart while also being adept at socializing, he was chaotic and very capable of wielding his tongue like a weapon, but he could also be so sweet, and Peter was absolutely smitten.

“Even if I thought that Harley would say yes, I can’t. Abby is coming up the same day as prom, and I don’t want to take away from their time together. Based on that alone, Harley would probably say no.”

MJ and Ned exchanged looks.

“We obviously can’t convince you, and maybe you’re right, you know Harley better than we do. But what if you’re wrong? Don’t you want the chance, at least?”

Peter frowned and shrugged a bit helplessly. It didn’t matter whether he did or not, he wouldn’t be selfish and take away from Harley’s time with Abby. They only got to see each other every couple of months or so, even though Peter knew that they texted each other often and video called once a week.

Harley very obviously missed her and his mom, even though he was too stubborn to admit it. He had moved in with Tony for his senior year because the internship would look good on his college applications, and--although Harley had only admitted this to him in the dead of the night, while they were binging bad horror movies and eating junk food--he thought that it would lower the financial burden so his mom didn’t have to work so much.

Knowing all of that, how could Peter ask Harley to homecoming without feeling guilty? It would be putting Harley in a tough spot. He would either say yes, and then feel guilty about ditching Abby, or he would say no and that would make things awkward between them and Harley would probably feel guilty about that too and-

Peter cut off his inner ramblings. All these what if’s were pointless, because he wasn’t going to ask Harley in the first place.

I--II--II--III--II--II--I

Peter had decided that if he was going to skip homecoming, then he might as well do something else fun. It was because of this thought that Peter was currently entering the penthouse to put his stuff down before heading down to Mr. Stark’s lab.

“Hey Pete!” Harley called.

“What’s up? Where’s Abby? I thought she was coming today?”

“Oh. Yeah. That got rescheduled for next week. It turns out her best friend is throwing her birthday party tomorrow, and Abby doesn’t want to miss it. What about you? MJ told me that your homecoming was tonight.”

Peter froze. Of course she did.

“Eh, I was going to be wallflowering the entire night. MJ and Ned both have dates, and I didn’t want to go stag.”

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it certainly wasn’t a lie.

“Why didn’t you ask someone then? You could have asked someone to go with you as a friend, if nothing else.”

Peter stared flatly.

“Harley, I have four and a half friends. Four of which are going together.”

“A half?”

“I’m not super close with Betty.”

“Alright, but that still leaves one more friend.”

Peter stared some more. Was Harley really going to make him spell this out?

“Harley, you’re the last friend.”

“Yeah, and your point is?”

“You were busy.”

“And now I’m not. Do they sell tickets at the door?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Cool, go get dressed. I really doubt Tony’s known you this long and let you get away with not owning a suit. We’ll meet back here in 20. I expect your hair to look presentable.” With that, Harley marched off to his room, leaving Peter behind reeling. What just happened? I--II--II--III--II--II--I Harley’s lips quirked up when he saw Peter come out of his room. His suit was a bit rumpled, and his hair was still a bit messy, even if it was obvious that Peter had tried to tame it. He was fiddling with his tie, and failing at tying it. Harley’s smile widened when he noticed that it was the same shade of red as his.

“You need some help with that?”

Peter looked slightly embarrassed, but he nodded, looking up at Harley through his eyelashes.

Cute.

“What did you do to this poor tie?”

The tie was knotted and tangled, and just slightly too tight around Peter’s neck. That had to be uncomfortable.

Peter’s face was completely red now, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips.

“I only ever had YouTube videos to go off when tying a tie, and to be honest that confused me even more. My aunt probably knows how, its just that it never occurred to her to teach me.”

“Then how did you wear ties in the past? I know I’ve seen you wearing them in photos, and such.”

“They were clip-on. Don’t tell Mr. Stark!”

“Hmmm. I think I just might, After all, he would want to know that his protege doesn’t know how to tie a tie, don’t you think?” Tony would definitely be scandalized. Maybe Harley would put this in his repertoire of black mail.

The knot finally came undone. Harley smiled triumphantly.

“Now, you cross this end over this one, see how this side is thicker? And then you wrap it around like this, pull this end through here, and then you pull.” As Harley pushed the knot up to Peter’s neck, he couldn’t help but feel like one of the little old ladies who always tied their husbands tie in the movies.

Harley looked up at Peter’s face, and abruptly remembered just how close they were standing. He swiftly took a step back, and blinked. Peter looked… disappointed?

Harley cleared his throat.

“Right then. You ready?”

“Ready.”

I--II--II--III--II--II--I

Peter’s prom wasn’t as fancy as Harley was expecting. For a somewhat high class school, the decorations were rather cheesy. Judging by the look on Peter’s face, he thought so too. Most of the decoration consisted of fairy lights, a few blue and yellow colored gobo’s, and swaths of transparent fabric hung artistically. Upon further inspection, there were also a few fake tree’s.

“The decorations are like this every year. Not horrible, but a bit lackluster, and most of the time you can’t even tell what the theme is.”

Before Harley could respond, Ned materialized beside them, with Betty on his arm.

“I thought you weren’t going to come? What happened with Harley’s little sister?”

Harleys eyebrows shot up. There was seemingly no correlation between the two comments unless… Had Peter been going to ask him?

Harley was once again interrupted before he got the chance to speak.

“Yes, what happened with Harley’s little sister?” MJ was smirking, like she knew something that they didn’t. Shuri, who was standing next to her, looked amused, as if she was in on a secret the rest of them weren’t allowed to know.

“Her trip was rescheduled for next week. It was really sudden actually. You’d think she’d be more careful planning her trip around the time of her best friend’s birthday. Actually, come to think of it, didn’t Julie already have her birthday this year?” Harley frowned, slightly confused.

MJ’s smirk widened.

“Well, have fun! Lets go raid the food table,” Shuri directed the last part to MJ.

“Ooh! I love this song! Let’s go dance!” Betty quickly pulled Ned over to the dance floor, leaving Harley and Peter alone together again.

“Did that seem a bit off to you?”

“Yeah, but with MJ, it's better not to question.”

Harley thought that that was a fair assessment, and decided to put the incident out of his mind. For now. For now, Harley would go dance with Peter and drink watered down punch and eat cupcakes that were just a tad too sweet. For now, Harley would listen as the playlist slowly progressed to slower and slower songs. And for now, Harley would get to hold Peter in his arms as they slowly drifted from side to side.

I--II--II--III--II--II--I

“Thank you. For coming with me, that is. It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”

Harley resisted the urge to let out a smart ass comment, like isn’t everything fun when I’m involved? and instead just took a step closer. They were back where it all began, in the tower. The night had gone by quickly, and Harley was tired. But not too tired for this.

Harley took another small step, invading Peter’s personal bubble once more.

“Not a problem, darling.” Harley drawled quietly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere between them. “Your prom may have sucked, but it was fun.”

Peter didn’t respond, instead moving closer to Harley and gently slotting his lips against Harley’s. The kiss was slow, lazy. It was fairly obvious to both that neither one knew quite what they were doing, with Harley having come from a small town in Tennessee and Peter being awkward and well, Peter. Despite that though, it was nice.

A perfect ending to a good night.

I--II--II--III--II--II--I

Harley was sliding into his bed when his phone rang on his bedside table.

“Hello?”

“Hey Harley! How did your date with Peter go?”

“How did you know about that?”

“Did you kiss? I have a bet with MJ.”

“MJ? How do you know MJ?”

“Bye Harley, see you next week!”

“Abby? Don’t you dare hang-”

Click.

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ethereal-parkner · 4 years ago

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Parkner Week 2020 Day 3: College AU

#im so not proud of this at all #but it's for parkner week and two days late #so i post anyways #parkner week 2020 #parkner #peter parker #harley keener #peter x harley #parley #keenker #spiderman #spider man #fan art #fanart #parkner fanart #salad makin da art

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lyssismagical · 4 years ago

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moments of gold and flashes of light

Parkner Week Day 3: “I am very small and I have no money.” / college au / no-powers au

(This is like a Rhodey/Tony!MIT Parkner AU)

(TW: Implied Child Abuse)

Working at a café on the outskirts of a college campus meant good business, decent tips, and weird hours. A good job for Harley who needs to work weird hours to keep up with his classes, and he makes enough to afford essentials and to keep his head above water in the debt.

It also means he sees a lot of very tired students at those strange hours.

He gets an elbow in the ribs from his coworker, Cassie, who points across the café at an occupied table.

“An order?” Harley asks, forehead creasing. They don’t normally take orders from tables.

“No, we have a policy about sitting in here without ordering. I need you to ask him to either buy something or leave before our boss notices,” Cassie says. She glances down at her watch, frowning at the time. “There’s only a few hours until we’re done, anyways.”

Harley hates the policy. It makes sense why they have it, they’re going to lose a lot of business if the café is always full but nobody’s buying anything, but it doesn’t make it any easier to kick tired teenagers out in the middle of the night.

He sighs and lets Cassie take over the registers as he makes his way to the boy at the table, straightening his deep purple apron as he goes.

“Excuse me?” he says, wincing when his voice cracks.

The boy at the table’s head jerks up, eyes wide behind a thick pair of glasses. He looks young, younger than most people Harley sees coming into the café, but he’s hunched over a stack of textbooks and papers, what looks like a year three astrophysics textbook on top. There’s no way he’s old enough to be in his third year of university.

“Yeah?” the boy asks. He tips his head to the side in question, the light hitting his face and showing off the deep, dark bags under his eyes.

“We have a policy here, you have to buy something to stay.”

The boy winces, hands patting the pockets of his jeans. He pulls out an old wallet, faded Stark Industries logo on the back barely visible, and pops it open.

He rifles through the things in his wallet, dropping a few on the table including a library card, a Booster Juice loyalty card, and a Stark Industries ID. He finds a dollar bill, but otherwise comes up emptyhanded.

“Shit, sorry, I don’t have any money,” the boy says, eyes wide and glassy. He grabs his backpack from between his feet and starts going through the pockets, but they seem just as empty. “I’m so sorry, I guess I used the rest of my cash on rent, and I don’t- I’ll just pack up and head home, no worries-”

“You like coffee?” Harley blurts before he can stop himself. It’s not like he really has much leeway with his budget, but a couple dollars for an obviously stressed, very cute boy seems like a good investment. “I’ll cover it for you. Give me just a moment.”

As soon as he gets a confirming nod, he heads back to where Cassie’s working, and makes a quick coffee with extra caramel, and digs out his wallet to drop a few dollars in the register.

“You’re buying coffee for him?” she says, amused and shaking her head.

He shrugs, looking over his shoulder at where the boy is still watching him with his wide, doe eyes. “He had a third year astrophysics textbook. I felt bad.”

Cassie laughs, rolling her eyes at him. “The store’s pretty quiet anyways. You should make yourself one too, and take a fifteen.”

Harley’s not about to pass up that opportunity, so he moves quickly to make himself a matching coffee, and then he heads back over to the boy.

“Mind if I sit?” he asks, sliding one of the coffees over to the boy. “I’m in my second year at MIT, so maybe I could lend you a hand? Or at least be a nice distraction?”

The boy smiles, nodding and gesturing to the chair opposite him. “I’m Peter Parker. Third year at MIT.”

“You seem… young.”

Peter laughs, fingers curling around his coffee with a pleased hum. “Yeah, I’m eighteen. Graduated high school at fourteen, started here at fifteen.”

Harley’s jaw drops open in surprise. He’s nineteen, and in the year below Peter. It’s a bit of a shock. “You’re graduating university at nineteen? Isn’t that a bit scary?”

“I’ve got a job lined up at Stark Industries in New York. I’ve been an unpaid intern every summer for four years, so it’s not as scary as you’d think.” He looks down at his homework, textbooks and binders and loose papers, and frowns. “Stressful, for sure. But scary, not so much.”

As much as he wants to comment on a lot of that, especially about how he’s apparently been interning for SI since he was thirteen, he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries and he doesn’t have a lot of break left.

He sips at his drink, listening intently as Peter starts rambling about how annoying one of his profs had been the other day, the reason he’s up all night studying at the café. Peter’s pretty, especially when he gets passionate about something, eyes lighting up behind his thick frames, blush high on his cheeks, hands gesturing vaguely. Harley hasn’t made many friends since he left Tennessee, only Cassie and Kate from an off-campus extra-curricular. Peter seems like the kind of person Harley would really enjoy being friends with.

“Harley!” Cassie calls out, much too soon for his liking. “Your fifteen’s up.”

Peter frowns noticeably, finishing off his coffee. “I’ll probably stick around for a bit, if that’s alright?”

“Yeah, of course. And come back whenever, yeah?”

“I’m sure I’ll be back in no time, in need of quiet and caffeine.”

* Turns out, Peter’s not lying. He starts showing up every Thursday night and every few Wednesdays like clockwork, always with his old backpack filled with books and binders, and always with enough for a coffee to make sure he can stay.

Whenever Harley takes his fifteen, he spends it at Peter’s table, sitting across from him and chatting about anything and everything. They trade numbers after three weeks, texting every so often whenever they’ve got the chance. It’s nice to have finally made a friend outside of Gwen and Kate. (Especially a friend as kind and pretty and genius as Peter Parker.)

“Everything okay?” Harley can’t help but ask when Peter shows up, nearly two months after meeting.

Peter’s the same as he always is, backpack slung over one shoulder making his posture lopsided, eyes wide behind his pair of thick glasses, hands shoved into the pocket of his oversized MIT sweater, buying a coffee with extra caramel. Except his eyes are red-rimmed and his voice is thick and scratchy like he’d been crying.

Peter shrugs, shoulders hunched up around his ears. “Not really. When do you take your fifteen?”

“He’s taking it right now,” Cassie buts in, elbowing Harley in the ribs. She’s already got Peter’s coffee ready, sitting on the counter, and she’s pouring a second for him. “Take your thirty, I’ll cover for you.”

Harley won’t argue with that, wanting to comfort his new friend. He links their arms together and heads for one of the booths in the far corner instead of their usual table, worry squeezing his chest. It’s only been two months but he cares about Peter a lot. More than he thought possible.

“It’s stupid,” Peter says, but he clutches his drink close to his chest, eyes watery and hands trembling. “My parents want me home for Winter Break.”

“So?”

Harley would kill to be able to afford a flight home to Tennessee for Winter Break. He has to save up all year just to afford making it home for the summer, winter and spring breaks have to be spent on campus or with Gwen who has an apartment in the city. He misses his mom and sister like crazy when he’s away for so long.

Peter scoffs, glassy eyes rolling. “They suck. I’m sure you’ve heard of Richard and Mary Parker before. Yeah, they’re not about to get Parent of the Year awards.”

“Why not?” Harley asks. He certainly knows the two of them, they’re famous scientists, alumni from MIT as well. It’s hard not to know them. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

“They don’t care, they never did. Most of my childhood was spent with nannies or babysitters while they were out for business or other things they wouldn’t tell me about. The only time they ever cared was when they were telling me off for blemishing their reputation, or to tell me I needed to work harder if I was ever going to be allowed to get their company.”

Harley frowns, trying to empathize with his pain. He’s never been in a situation like that. In Rose Hill, you could get away with doing pretty much anything, nobody had reputations at stake, consequences were few and far between. Harley once landed himself in jail for a stupid night with people who weren’t really friends. Nobody cared, Harley even became pretty good friends with one of the officers who arrested him. His mom didn’t even have to pay to get him out.

“That really sucks, I’m sorry,” Harley says.

Peter shrugs again, chewing on his bottom lip. “I got a B on a test in astrophysics a month ago.”

“I remember.”

“They’re going to kill me for that. A B is essentially an F in my house. To them, I failed.”

Harley’s frown deepens and he reaches across the table to grab Peter’s hand. “You studied so hard for that test, you were sleep-deprived and upset because of that argument with your roommate. That wasn’t your fault. And either way, a B’s still a good grade.”

“Not to my parents, it’s not.”

“Why does their opinion matter? You’re an adult, they don’t have to control you anymore.”

Peter lets out a humorless laugh, eyebrows furrowing as he tries not to cry. “I don’t have a choice. I have to go home for the holidays and I have to take over their company and I have to do what they tell me to do. They control my money, they pay for my tuition, they’re all I’ve got. I don’t have anything else.”

“I’m sorry,” Harley says again, he doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to say, doesn’t know how to make this any easier for him. “Well, if you need anything, feel free to call. I’ll be here all Winter, so I’ll be available to talk if you need to.”

“Thank you.” Peter’s voice breaks and he doesn’t catch the tear in time for Harley not to see it. “I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you. It probably looks like it, but I’m not just using you for coffee.”

Harley smiles, squeezing Peter’s hand. “And I promise I’m not using you for answers to future tests. You may be a genius, but I’m not a cheater.”

“Good because I have a proposition. I only leave on Saturday, and I need an extra set of hands to pack up my dorm room? My roommates already gone, so it’ll just be us and we could watch some movies afterwards? If not, don’t worry about it-”

Harley grins, finishing off his coffee. “I’d love to. Tomorrow afternoon? I have the day off work, but I’ve got a class until two, so I’ll come over after that?”

“Sounds perfect.”

* “I’m going to miss you,” Harley says, watching Peter make a little pile of the bags they’d packed the night before from his bed. Peter’s got a mid-afternoon flight, so he needs to be out by noon. “That’s three Thursday nights without you at the café.”

Peter smiles softly, turning from where he’d set down his backpack at the door. “I’m going to miss you too. Three weeks and I’ll be back to bothering you all the time.”

Despite knowing it’s a joke, Harley rolls his eyes. “You’re never a bother.”

“I’ll call you? I live out in California, so I’ll try to remember the time zone differences, but don’t hate me if I accidentally call you in the middle of the night.”

Harley turns his head into the pillow, smiling dopily at Peter. “I told you, call me whenever. I want to hear all the gossip about your stupid parents.”

“Well there will be plenty of gossip, so be careful what you wish for.”

There’s a pause as the reality of everything sets in. Three weeks without each other after only two months together seems unfair. Harley’s going to miss Peter a lot. He’s been ignoring the crush that’s been festering over the past couple weeks especially. He doesn’t want to hurt their very new, budding friendship, especially not when Peter’s under so much stress as is, but last night, watching movies on Peter’s bed together on his laptop, it really solidified the crush.

“I should get going,” Peter says miserably. He slings his backpack over his shoulder again, glasses askew on his nose, dark circles under his red-rimmed eyes, hands shaking.

“You want me to drop you off instead of taking a cab? I wouldn’t mind driving. We probably even have time to stop for a quick coffee.”

Peter smiles brightly, big enough to show off his dimples and light up his eyes. Harley gets off the bed, taking off his red MIT sweater, leaving him in an old t-shirt from the diner his mom works at, and hands the sweater over to Peter.

He wants to say so you’ll remember me or a reminder you’re not alone but he can’t say it. Instead he says, “You look a bit cold.”

“Thanks,” Peter murmurs, flushing softly. Harley reaches out and straightens his glasses before slinging the duffel bag on the floor over his shoulder.

“Let’s get going then.”

Peter picks the music, old Disney movie soundtracks, and Harley drives, paying for coffees on the way to the Boston airport. They don’t say much, humming along to the music to keep from saying too much, but linking their hands together which says just as much.

When they get to the airport, Peter insists on Harley staying in the car.

“Three weeks,” Peter promises, blinking back tears.

Harley offers a smile, squeezing Peter’s hand. “Call me, it’ll feel like no time at all.”

The younger boy opens his car door and looks like he’s about to slip out of the car, but he turns back to Harley, eyes wide and glassy. He leans across the center of the car and kisses Harley hard.

“I’m sorry-”

Harley reaches over, cups Peter’s face and pulls him back in to kiss him again. “I really like you, like a crazy amount, I didn’t want to say anything because I love having you as a friend, but I do really like you.”

“I really like you too. I didn’t tell you but before you talked to me that one day, I was always going into your café just to see you but I didn’t think you noticed me.”

“You’re going to miss your flight,” Harley says, brushing his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone and frowning disappointedly.

Peter huffs out a breath, pushing open his door. “I’ll call you? We’ll talk about this?”

“Of course. Call me whenever,” Harley says, stealing one last kiss. “Go before you miss your flight.”

The younger boy grins so bright, finally slipping out of the car, backpack over one shoulder, leans back to blow a kiss, and then he’s gone.

Harley has to pause for a second, smiling up at the ceiling of his car, before he feels ready to leave the airport, and Peter, behind.

Three weeks.

* It takes a week and a half for Peter to call, and when he does, he’s crying.

“This sucks,” Peter starts, voice trembling and thick with emotion. “Being home sucks and missing you sucks and everything sucks.”

“Hi to you too, and merry belated Christmas.”

“Sorry, yeah, merry Christmas, happy holidays, hi, how are you, and all that. I wish I were in Boston so much.”

Harley lets out a short laugh, sprawling out on his bed, phone pressed against his ear. “I wish you were here too, if that helps. What happened?”

“My parents were totally pissed about my B like I knew they’d be. And when I tried to tell them about you because I was excited, they told me I’d find a nice girl to settle down with soon enough.” Peter chokes out a sob, voice tipping towards angry. “I know I’m bi, so maybe, but it’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not fair. Some people are like that. I remember coming out as gay in a small town in Tennessee, it wasn’t received very well.”

Peter sighs sympathetically. “I just- I don’t even want their company, you know? I want to work at Stark Industries like how I’d been interning, but I don’t have a choice. I’m the heir, the papers were signed, it’s mine as soon as I graduate so they can retire.”

“You’re a genius, and legally an adult, find a way to un-sign them. Or when you get jurisdiction, terminate the company. There’s still options, there’s still ways you can get where you want to be.”

“I know, I just- I don’t know. I wanna go home. I want to see you.”

Harley smiles softly to himself, shaking his head. “I know, I miss you too. But you’re halfway done, you can do it, and I’ll be there at the airport for you when you get back.”

“I know we said we’d talk about it but I really don’t think I can handle-”

“No, no, of course.” Harley doesn’t mind. He’s kind of liking this in-between stage they’re living in. Not dating, no labels, but definitely something more than friends. “In case you needed a confidence boost, you’re a genius. You’re the smartest person I know and I know a lot of people. According to Gwen, you’re the nicest person too, and I agree. You’re very sweet and kind. Plus, have you seen yourself? You’ve got a lot going for you.”

Peter laughs quietly, tears finally fading. “You’re too nice to me. Maybe being around you is going to make my ego too big.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Harley says, lightening up. “You’re too humble for that. Oh, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but apparently, Gwen did notice you first, and she purposefully sent me over to your table that first day.”

“Really?”

“Yep. She thought I was getting too lonely, after spending over a year in Boston and only making two friends, and not seeing anybody, so she was hoping something would happen between us, which I guess it did, so I owe her one.”

Peter laughs again, then goes quiet for a moment. “I need to get going soon. Dad’s taking me to meetings all afternoon. I hate going, people only see me as a stupid kid or as competition.”

“Prove them wrong, stand up for yourself, or at least get me on the phone so I can stand up for you.”

Far away from the door there’s a shouted, “Get your ass out of bed! We leave in thirty and if you’re tie’s on wrong and I have to reteach you, I swear to god, it’ll be the last thing you do!”

“Was that your dad? Threatening you?” There’s already a protective edge to his voice like Harley will fly all the way to California just to stand between Peter and his dad.

“They’re normally empty threats,” Peter offers like it’s no big deal. “He prefers yelling more than anything. Mom says he’d probably do worse if it weren’t for the cameras on us all the time.”

Harley’s mouth falls open, anger flooding through his chest like a wildfire. “You should stay with me this Spring Break and Summer. There’s plenty of extra space in Gwen’s apartment and in my childhood home. I don’t want you back there.”

“You’d want me around for that long?”

He nearly chokes in surprise. “Of course I would. I want you always, whenever. I don’t want you home again if I can help it. It’s obvious it’s not good for you.”

Harley doesn’t know how their relationship will fare, how they’ll be in two months, in six, he doesn’t know if he could convince Peter to stay away knowing the anger it would cause, he doesn’t know if it’ll be enough to keep Peter safe. But he knows he’d do anything to try.

“I’ve gotta go before my dad’s head explodes. I’ll call you as soon as I can and we’ll talk more about these plans, ‘kay? I miss you.”

“I miss you too. Only another week and a half left.”

* Harley has to wait at the airport for three hours because of a flight delay and the longer he waits, the more he itches to see Peter. They still haven’t talked, so Harley isn’t even sure if greeting him with a kiss is allowed, but he doesn’t know how much he cares. He’s been thinking about it for three weeks, lord knows Gwen’s losing her mind with his constant rambles about Peter, and he’s pretty positive Peter will be just as desperate.

He sends another text to Peter, letting him know the area he’s waiting in, and waiting to see if it switches to delivered which would mean he’s landed. It does and Harley can barely contain an excited squeal.

If I run, I can be there in 3

Harley sends back a quick, please, which goes unanswered.

He keeps half his attention on his watch, slowly ticking down, and half on the people walking around him, waiting for the mop of brown curls to make their appearance.

At two minutes, thirty seconds, he sees Peter.

“Peter!” he calls out, ignoring some of the dirty looks people shoot him, and lifting a hand into the air.

Almost immediately, the boy starts running faster down the last stretch of hallway, dropping his duffel a few feet away, before launching into Harley’s awaiting arms.

Harley has to take a few steps to rebalance them, arms winding around Peter’s waist and kissing him hard. Peter’s legs are around his waist, hanging onto him like a lifeline, hands in his hair. Eventually, Peter’s smiling too wide to continue kissing, pulling back to let out a giddy laugh.

“I missed you so bad. I know it was only three weeks and I know we’ve only known each other for a few months, but I really like you, and I didn’t think I would miss you as much as I did, but every day without you felt like a marathon. I don’t want to skip the conversation, but I just want to know that this is real,” Peter rambles.

Stealing another kiss, Harley tightens his grip on the younger boy. “Yes, god yes, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, every day for the past three months, and I want this to be real too. I want to be your boyfriend, I don’t care how soon or crazy it is.”

“My boyfriend,” Peter echoes, lighting up in a smile. He kisses Harley again and then hides his face in the crook of Harley’s shoulder, nodding. “Yes please. I would love that.”

They hold each other for a while longer. Long enough for the majority of the baggage pick-up to clear out, long enough for Harley’s knees to start cramping and his cheeks to hurt with how wide he’s smiling.

“I’m not letting you go back there,” Harley says because it feels necessary. “I’ll find a way for you to stay until you graduate.”

Peter smiles pulling back enough to kiss his forehead. “Good, thank you, I didn’t want to go back.”

“Time to go home, boyfriend?” Saying it makes Harley giddy with pure joy.

His mama’s going to freak when she hears about Peter, she’s only ever wanted what’s best for Harley, and Peter’s that. He’s the best for Harley. It doesn’t get better than him. And he’s going to do everything in his power to be the best for Peter too.

Taglist: @littlemissagrafina @spideygirl2003 @romeoandjulietyouwish @c-artara @shadedrose01 @likeaphoenix13 @pj-hermes-tonystark-obsessed @you-get-killed-walk-it-off @kitkatwinchester @emo-girl10 @justme--emily @hold-our-destiny @imalivebecauseirondad @spiderman-peterman @dykeragee @maryserrao @heeeyitskay {Let me know if you wanna be added or removed}

#lyss writes #parkner week 2020 #parkner #parkner fic #peter parker #harley keener #gwen stacy #coffee shop au #no powers au #harley keener/peter parker #oops this is unedited #also I know it's supposed to be day seven and i'm only on three #I'm sorry oops #I'm going to try to write another one for tonight and then two for the next two days and finish on monday #hopefully but don't hold me to that

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brokenandtiredsouls · 5 years ago

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Prompt: prom!! (Peter is absolutely, positively, fucked (but he really doesn't, cant, care with Harley looking so gorgeous).)

#Parkner week 2019 #Prom!!#Harley Keener in a dress #oh boy #two prompts in one day?#yeah.#parkner #Peter Parker #Harley Keener #Peter probably started crying #when he saw Harley in a dress #yeah Harley rocked that motherfucker

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mossratt · 5 years ago

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uhh, bad news

this is an apology, and completely my fault for procrastinating. As y'all know, its parkner week, which i was planning to take part in, however im also traveling for vacation right now. It's hard for me to write fics while on the road and without my computer. I'm still going to write the fics, but they will be late, most likely going up sometime next week. This is excluding day two, it will still go up sometime this week. This said i am so sorry. I kept forgetting to start my fics, and i got behind. This is my fault and again I am very sorry about this whole ordeal. I'll probably post a bonus fic or two as compensation. what i may do is do some ficlets for parkner week and get the longer fics done once im home.

#parkner week #parkner #peter parker #harley keener #im really sorry about this #i promis i'll complete as much work as i can before i get home #and i'll finish them once im home #day two will be done soon #possibly tommrow #kimo apologizes

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kxtsukibxkugou · 5 years ago

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yo... parkner soulmates au where tony figures out theyre soulmates before either of them do and sets them up

#day two of parkner week here i come baby #im so excited skdndkd

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mcu-fanfiction-recs-and-finder · 2 years ago

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Harley and Peter Master list Part 1

5 Times People Thought Harley And Peter Hated Each Other

and the 1 time they realized they didn't

no more lonely boy

A one night stand that isn't really a one night stand.

a show to remember

T een Rock Band Young Heroes has been climbing the popularity charts. And when they release their second album, they gain more fans than ever.

The people know Peter’s in a relationship with someone in the band, now more than ever.

No one was expecting the surprise at the end of tour that confirmed everything.

Keep On Following Canopus

Harley and Peter are stepping more into the public eye. People are getting more interested in them, thus they end up giving quite some interesting interviews. Peter is meanwhile struggling with whether or not he wants to be open about his dyslexia but thankfully Harley is right there for cuddles and words of support.

Off The Rails

Harley Stark and Peter Parker couldn't have come from more different starts.

Harley, the son of billionaire CEO's, is world famous. A heartthrob the world over, Harley lives in a bubble of his own narcissism and needs to learn a thing or two about humility.

Peter is a scrappy orphaned kid from the wrong side of the tracks, hiding more than a few dark secrets of his own.

When the two find themselves thrown together, sparks inevitably fly.

The Rain Will Fall

“What was your birthday wish?”

“To kiss you under the rain.”

Parkner Week 2019 Day Five: “Hat on Backwards” / Birthday / Secret Confessions

I love this ship and here are a few fanfictions I’ve read about them recently!❤️🙂 Such an underrated movie!

What do you want to see next?!

Bye!❤️

#ao3 #fanfic #marvel #peter parker #fanfiction #harley keener #parkner #masterlist

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shipskicksandgiggles · 3 years ago

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Miscellaneous dialogue prompts: 29 and 28 and I'm assuming I have to say a ship so parkner

ooo yes yes yes that's so good

prompts: “So I forgot to tell everyone except for like two people that I was getting a tattoo and I’ve gotten yelled at so much this week.” and “Would you believe me if I said I didn’t mean to make my files bisexual themed?” (from this list)

Read Bleeding Edge Ink here on ao3

the references I used for the tattoos:

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“Hey, have you seen the Satellite file anywhere? Pepper’s asking about contracts and fine print stuff that I don’t understand.”

“Is it not in your office?”

“Peter, if it were in my office I wouldn’t be asking. You haven’t seen it?”

“I also haven’t been actively looking for it. Where are you?”

“In my office, but I’m about to step out and go for a coffee run. Walls are making me itchy. Want anything?”

“My usual would be good. Head up to mine when you get back and we’ll see if I haven’t found it in the lab by then.”

Harley’s sigh crackled through the speakers. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He hung up, and Peter scanned the lab to no avail. There were always stacks of papers on any available surface. Peter took a deep breath and started with the piles that had accumulated in his own workspace.

Maybe there would be a line at the coffee shop to hold Harley up and give him a chance to really look before he headed upstairs.

~~~

When Peter hit the button for the elevator, he hadn’t expected the doors to slide open to reveal Harley, who seemed equally surprised to see him.

“Couldn’t find it?”

Peter shook his head. “How long was the line?” he asked as he stepped in with him.

“So I forgot to tell everyone except for like two people that I was getting a tattoo and I’ve gotten yelled at so much this week. Got into a whole thing with Sy about it because he noticed and asked if I got in an accident or something.” He held out his wrist to examine the area.

“Oh?” Peter caught the limb and brushed over the bandages. “What’d he think?”

“He thought it was cool, and he can’t wait to see it with the bandages off.”

“They come off today right?”

“After work. Figured we’d show him at dinner.”

The thing was, the tattoo thing didn’t have to be a secret kept from more than one person: Tony. That being said, Tony has been known to get information out of pretty much anyone just because he’s Tony and people like to talk to him. Thus they hadn’t told anyone.

Some people had still found out though, just because of proximity, but thankfully they weren’t people Tony was likely to interact with until after they surprised him.

Peter double checked to make sure his sweater covered his own bandages. “Office duty treating you okay?”

“Three days in and I’m already misplacing paperwork.” Harley turned the cup holder he was given so Peter could access his drink. “Not in the lab?”

“No, but the second you’re back to R & D, we’re taking a day for mandatory spring cleaning.”

Harley snorted. “That is going to take much longer than a day. A week maybe.” The doors opened out onto the office level, and they made their way back towards Peter’s. “I don’t think I could tackle my desk in a day.”

“Agreed.” He took a sip of his coffee and groaned. “I don’t care if Sy flirts with you behind my back, we’re never switching coffee shops.”

“You also trust me and know he’s mostly joking. Where do we start?”

“I’ll take the desk, you take the file cabinets. Be warned though, there is a color scheme. Blue for financial documents, purple for partnership contracts, and pink for all other project related files like press releases and stuff.” There was a pause, and Peter realized Harley had raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you believe me if I said I didn’t mean to make my files bisexual themed?”

“Honestly, no, but I have rainbow sticky notes on my desk so I can’t imagine I have much room to talk. Wouldn’t labels have been easier?”

“Probably,” Peter admitted. “I like the color coding though.”

“Fair enough. Pink files it is then.”

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“I’m telling you, it wasn’t there when I checked the first time!”

“Files can’t magically appear, Harley. Just admit you didn’t see it.”

“Tony, Peter’s bullying me!”

The man himself just laughed. “Did you lose a file?”

“Yeah,” Harley pouted.

“Annoying each other about losing files is a right of passage to be the couple running SI,” Tony told him. “Lord knows how many times Pepper almost murdered me over that.”

Peter smirked, and Harley accepted defeat. “You’re not helpful,” he announced, and Tony tossed his hands up in surrender.

“Be that as it may, can you please make yourself useful in the kitchen?”

Harley traded his jacket for an apron. “Ready for orders, boss.” He rolled up his sleeves and headed for the kitchen, expecting Tony to follow him. Peter was banned from the kitchen, so he just sat on the other side of the breakfast bar.

“Excuse me, what was that?”

“Huh?” Harley turned around to realize Tony was still standing in the same spot he had been a second ago.

“That!” He pointed at Harley’s arm.

“This?” Harley extended it to showcase the blue lines etched in his skin. “It’s nothing. Do you like it?”

Tony strode closer, grabbed his hand, and flipped it over so he could trace the words. “When did this happen?”

“A few days ago.”

He was silent for another moment, and Harley started to get nervous. “Tony?”

“I wrote that note so long ago,” he whispered. “I signed it that way because I wanted your Christmas to be more than just you getting to meet a famous person.”

‘The Mechanic’ was spelled out in Tony’s handwriting, all straight lines and precision on Harley’s left wrist. “It was,” Harley responded. “That Christmas changed my life, and now I get to be a mechanic too,” he teased.

“Oh my god,” Tony groaned. “I don’t know what to say.”

His eyes were misting up a little, and Peter reached out to pat his shoulder. “Hey, are you alright?”

Then Tony saw the glimpse of red not fully covered by Peter’s sweater, and tugged up the sleeve. “Oh my god,” he repeated.

The words ‘I trust you’, again in Tony’s handwriting but this time in red, were imprinted on Peter’s right wrist, mirroring Harley’s.

“You two planned this,” he accused. “You’re trying to make your old man cry.”

“Do you really not like them?” Harley asked, concerned.

“We just thought-” Peter added, but Tony cut him off.

“Look, you are the worst people I’ve ever met because I write you notes so I can keep my distance and you still managed to weasel your way into my company, into my life, and then you do this?” He wiped his eyes with a hysterical laugh. “Christ, I’m so proud of you two.”

“Oh, you’re not mad. Thank god.” Harley breathed a sigh of relief.

“Of course I’m not mad. Honestly, I’m happier than I’ve been in a long ass time. Happiness doesn’t cook dinner and set the table though, which means as much as I love you kids, I’m gonna need you to hop to it.”

Harley grabbed a spatula from a drawer and instinctively began working his way around the kitchen while Peter retrieved the plates. After the initial shuffle, they settled into a quiet rhythm. So quiet that it took them a minute to realize there was none of Tony’s usual background chatter.

The boys exchanged a look.

“You got something on your mind, Tony?” Peter asked.

Tony startled out of his revere. “Just thinking about what tattoos I would get for you two,” he said. “A potato and a web seem a little too on the nose. Maybe Dora and Hello Kitty.”

They sat down at the table as Harley and Peter groaned. “Won’t you let that go already?” Harley complained. “It was my sister’s watch!”

“And those pants were your fault,” Peter grumbled.

He shrugged. “It was just an idea. More importantly though, how did you manage to keep this a secret from me. I know everything that goes on in this Tower!”

“Well you see-” Harley started.

Peter picked up the thought. “Would you like to hear a story of months of meticulous planning, some strategic scheduling, and calling in a few favors to pull this off?”

“There’s visual aids,” Harley bribed.

Knowing Tony’s curiosity, it didn’t take them long to get him laughing at their ridiculous plan that somehow actually managed to work out in the end. Plus, it gave Tony an idea for where to go if he ever did go through with getting any ink for himself.

#parkner #harley keener x peter parker #harley keener #peter parker #established relationship #fluff #fluff and humor #domestic fluff #tattoos #tony stark acting as harley keener's parental figure #tony stark acting as peter parkers parental figure #irondad #randomfandomcheeto tag #prompts #ellis writes

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harlstark · 3 years ago

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i had a harley keener/parkner(?) drabble idea (post nwh)

it’s harley centric, dealing with life after the blip and no tony, and he’s struggling at rosehill trying to make ends meet without overwhelming himself from overworking and not having the money needed for food and for rent because his mother and sister either perished during the snap or moved away and he just didn’t go with, and so he says fuck it. swallowing his pride he gives pepper a call to see if there’s still a position available for him at SI. of course she’s extremely accommodating because this is tony’s boy. says she’ll start him on the basic two week training, and then official job position in the mechanical engineering department. so he packs up the little amount of stuff he has and drives the 14 hours to new york in the car tony gave him. stays in a hotel for a week but fuck the bill is expensive when he’s still on his two weeks of unpaid training and has had to buy food every day since the hotel room doesn’t really have a kitchen. on his way to work one day, he walks by a flyer, back tracks, and looks at the info. it’s a roommate wanted sign, $600 a month with an age range limit of 18-25. hoping the limit exists for the person’s own age range and not because it’s some creep, and also hoping whoever it is is genuine and not dangerous, harley takes his chances and rips off the slip with a phone number attached. he calls later that night and is relieved to hear that the voice on the other side does sound young. they exchange a bit of casual conversation in relations to the flyer. the voice on the other side introduces themself then. and harley responds in turn: “i’m harley. it’s nice t’ meet ya peter.”

#harley keener #mcu #marvel #peter parker #ironlad #parkner #ironman #spider-man #nwh #no way home #pepper Potts

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parknerficrecblog · 3 years ago

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Parkner Writer Spotlight

This week’s spotlight goes to lavender_tea_writes ( @queer-lavender ). They are an amazing writer who also commonly co-writes other fics. Though most of their parkner content was from 2019 and 2020, lavender_tea_writes always has a good fic when you just want to go back to that era of parkner fics. Give a round of applause to lavender_tea_writes!

Our teams fic rec:

peter parker's ungodly cross-country road trip to hell - Peter pisses off some gods among other immortals, Harley does damage control. Ned laughs along. The Percy Jackson AU no one asked for but that we all deserve. (Co-written)

Rose Hill Roses - Peter exited his classroom and skipped over to where Harley stood. That was the last thing of the day that made any sense. Peter grabbed Harley’s hand. “Hey, babe!” Peter exclaimed. Before Harley could express his confusion, Peter pulled him down to kiss his cheek. He whispered into the taller boy’s ear, “Just go with it. Please.”

of sharing beds and faking a relationship - "They’re doing the thing again! I’d rather walk in on you two making out than have to sit in a room with them longingly staring at each other.” Abby motioned toward the common area a few rooms over, “We started having a Star Wars marathon and I couldn’t even make it halfway through the first movie. They’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch, alternating who gets to stare longingly at the other and who gets to actually watch the movie. It was hell. Shuri rolled her eyes, “I can’t take this anymore. Last week Peter was ranting to us about how adorable Harley is and forgot to breathe for two minutes and thirty-nine seconds. I set a timer. OR Harley and Peter are deeply pining. MJ, Abby, and Shuri are tired of it.

#parkner writer spotlight #parkner #lavender_tea_writes

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sarah-sandwich · 3 years ago

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michelle.mp3 👀👀👀👀 also lemon boy and/or the golden hour <33

OKAY I'M FINALLY GOING TO ANSWER THIS

This (and the other two I'm answering next) are from the fanfic wip tag game that I posted on... Monday :)

michelle.mp3 my beloved 💓💓💓

This one is basically done? I just need to do the final edits and write the epilogue and I'm dragging my feet about it bc I don't know??? how to survive posting two fics at once???? Like this one is 8 chapters and A Peach Like You has another 9 to post so??? Do I post both on Wednesdays??? Do I wait 9 whole weeks to start posting mmp3??? Do I post on a different day of the week and suck up more of my writing time?????

sigh. idk.

But anyway! mmp3 is a Gwenmj fic from MJ's POV. It's very chill and lowkey with no major external conflicts, only the romance and MJ's struggle to come to terms with her break up with Peter and decide what she wants to do with her life.

It's got humor! It's got angst (spiciness = mild)! It's got life lessons! It's got home renovation! Here's a baby snippet:

“Michelle.” Gwen turns and puts a hand on either of her shoulders as she looks into her eyes. “What do you want?”

“The laminate is—,”

“No, what do you want? I’m offering to get you whatever you want, just take it.”

Michelle stares at her. That’s what this is all about, right? Moving here. Fixing the house. Getting away from… everything. It’s about figuring out what she wants and taking it.

“I want the cherry hardwood.”

Gwen grins, crooked and beautiful. “Good choice.”

LEMON BOY?? WHEN!!!

Lemon boy is--god I've been working on this for so long-- Lemon boy is my parkner magnum opus. Just kidding. Or maybe not. I won't know until it's done 😔 It's got two grief-ridden boys trying to figure out how to structure their lives post-endgame and Tony's death. It's primarily Harley's POV. He's kind of a depressed asshole in this one lol at first anyway. I'm afraid to share more of this fic bc I've shared SO MUCH bc of how long it's been a wip. Fortunately for you, I'm weak for Harley and May's relationship so here is a teensie bit of it.

He grabs one of the receipts and tears the bottom off. “Listen—,” he scribbles his number on it, “—call me if you need anything.” He holds it out to her as she stares. “I’m serious. If you don’t feel safe or you need a ride in the middle of the night, whatever it is, I’ll answer.” He stretches his hand out until finally, she takes it.

May smooths the scrap between her thumbs and says softly, “You’re a good man, Harley Keener.”

He doesn’t know about that. Not yet. “I’m trying to be.”

It's physically hurting me not to share the full scene from this bc it's soooo goooooooood

The Golden Hour

I have done ✨literally nothing✨ with this wip for months. It's parkner (*shocked face*) and revolves around this little gap between Peter's world where he's our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and Harley's world where he's a witch and an outcast, but still needed by his village as their only apothecary/health care. It's about how they're both burdened by their responsibility to their respective communities but also about how they find purpose in shouldering that burden, even though it means they can only ever have a stolen hour together at the close of each day as the sun slips from the sky

"There are supposed to be generations of healers for a village. Like how my mom had me to take over for her but I... I don't think I can willfully trap a child in this life."

Peter looks up, surprised. "I didn't realize you were so unhappy."

"I'm not. I like my life but there's not a lot of choice in it is there? I can't travel. I'll never see the world or even a city. I can't..." Harley looks at Peter and, for a moment, longing washes over him so hot and sharp he almost says something completely stupid. He shakes his head and tucks it back away then says to his lap "It's a life of service and I don't think I can make that choice for someone else. Certainly not a child."

"With great power comes responsibility," Peter murmurs.

Harley snorts, settling back on his elbows as he follows Peter's line of sight to the clouds shifting from yellow to deep orange streaked with pink. "Well I don't know about great, but yeah. The village is my responsibility. I can't abandon them."

Peter nods. "That's something my uncle said to me," he says without looking away from the sky. His brow is furrowed so low his eyes are nearly black. "Right before he died. Never forgot it."

"And that's why you're the way you are about Spider-Man."

Peter turns haunted eyes on him. "He died because I refused to step up. I can't let that happen again. To anyone. Not as long as I can do the things I do."

Send me a fic from this list and I'll ramble about it

#sswrites #mmp3 #lemon boy #the golden hour #parkner #gwenmj #ask games

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