You know, in a perfect universe, Peter Parker and Mary Jane would be married with Mayday, Benji and Annie all being there kids and Kaine, Ben Riley and Jessica Drew being Peter clones/siblings and happy along with Peter retiring as spider man and being a science teacher with Miles taking up the mantel. Just saying.
some parkner i wrote a long time ago and forgot about anyway
Harley turns his head on the pillow, breathing in the soft smell of cinnamon and laundry. The smell of home.
Peter’s tucked into his side, head on his chest, eyes still closed, eyelashes fanning out across his pale skin. His hair is a mess, bedhead doing his curls justice. He’s wearing one of Harley’s t-shirts, hanging low enough that Harley can rub his thumb over Peter’s collarbone soothingly.
The sun is just barely in the air, casting the room in the softest orange glow, making Peter’s curls look more golden than brown. He’s always looked like an angel, but there’s something about Peter sleeping, face slack and drooling on Harley’s chest, void of all the stress he carries on his shoulders.
Their alarm will go off any second. Peter has a busy day, as he always does, and Harley has to make it back to the tower before Tony knows he’s been missing all night. He knows he has to tell Tony about Peter, about this life he’s created outside of being a Stark and a future outside of SI.
But it’s wonderfully nice way to wake up, before the alarm, to be able to just appreciate his boyfriend and live sweetly in the moment.
And then he gets a foot in his chin.
He groans, pulling away instinctively and shaking Peter awake accidentally with the movements.
“June, c’mon, watch your feet,” Peter grumbles, still mostly half-sleep.
Harley smiles, though, catching the next foot that nearly catches him in the jaw. He laughs, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. Peter’s all sleep-warm and mussed against his side, grinning into Harley’s skin.
“Sorry about her,” Peter murmurs. “I’ve been trying to get her into her own bed at night, but it’s slow-going… Benji’s been good and Elizabeth’s been wonderful for a while now, but I’ve been having trouble keeping June in her room all night.”
Shaking his head, he tugs June up the bed by the foot, listening to her giggles. He flips her around, gets her settled between them and tickles her side, stopping when June kicks Peter in the hip making him stifle a groan.
“Do you wanna do me a favour, sweetheart?” Peter asks, slipping an arm around his daughter.
She nods, eyes so brilliantly wide.
“Do you wanna go make sure your brother and sister are up? And then go see if you can pull down some Cheerios for breakfast?”
June smiles, pushing herself out of bed and nearly stepping on Harley’s chest in her haste to follow the instructions from her dad.
She races out of the room, leaving Harley to laugh into Peter’s hair.
“I’m sorry about her,” Peter mumbles.
“Don’t apologize.”
“I’m still sorry. I know this isn’t an ideal situation for us, for anyone. Having three kids… I told you at the beginning of this that it was going to be too much for you to handle, Harls. We’re never going to have a night alone, you’re not… Listen, I’ve loved these past-”
Harley shakes his head, tightening his grip on his boyfriend. “I thought I told you, the first time we had this conversation, that it was my decision. I’m happy here with you and your kids. You know how much I love them.”
“Harley-”
“No, darling, I’m happy, okay? Are you happy? Because that’s all that matters.”
Finally, Peter smiles, lightening up. “I’m so happy. Unbelievably so.”
The alarm goes off on Peter’s nightstand and Peter laughs, tucking himself closer to Harley’s chest. Outside the room, the kids are all stomping through the house, feet loud and voices louder.
“Guess we’ve gotta get up and get going,” Harley says.
“I kinda wish we could stay here forever. I know that’s not possible but…”
Harley kisses him sweetly. “Me too. But I have to get home early and you’ve got classes to get to. Do you wanna ride to campus?”
“Thanks. Would you mind driving Elizabeth to school too? And then June and Benji to daycare? Or is that too much to ask?”
“Never too much, honey.”
“You’re sure? Because, Harley, seriously-”
Harley kisses him again, more to shut him up than anything. “It’s good. We’ll even swing by McDonald’s for an unhealthy breakfast.”
Peter tucks his head into the space between Harley’s chin and shoulder, grinning softly and pressing his warm mouth against Harley’s collarbone.
“You’re a godsend, I hope you know that,” Peter says, mouth moving against Harley’s skin as he speaks. “I don’t know how I ever managed without you.”
Harley doesn’t argue, not because he doesn’t want to, but because they don’t have the time for that kind of argument. Instead he just shakes his head, surprised that despite everything, despite raising his three children on minimum wage while putting himself through school, he still puts himself down. Peter does the impossible every single day without complaint, and yet, he still thinks that Harley being here, offering a ride or to pay for dinner, makes him a godsend.
“Come on,” Peter says, pulling himself up and out of Harley’s arms. “We’ve gotta get going before we’re all late.”
Harley can’t help but smile, absolutely, wholeheartedly loving his boyfriend. “Let’s get the kiddos all wrangled up and ready to get out the door. How do you feel about dinner? Next Wednesday?”
Peter, forever wonderfully put together and easy, shakes his head. “Sorry, babe. I work Wednesday morning, I’ve got an afternoon group meeting for that project I told you about in my astrophysics. And then Elizabeth’s got dance after that, so I’m taking the twins with me to get them out of the house and moving too.”
“Thursday for lunch?”
“Sweetheart,” Peter laughs, dragging Harley out of bed. “I’ll add you to my calendar, yeah? And we’ll make time.”
Harley hugs Peter around the waist, kissing his forehead and then pulling away to find a pair of jeans to slide into. “Adding me to your calendar? Is that like a step below engagement?”
“Daddy!” Elizabeth shrieks before barreling into the room. Her hair, carefully separated into two immaculate Dutch Braids, thanks to Peter the night before, is already a little wild, tugging at the ends of the braids in frustration like Harley’s seen Peter do a thousand times to his own short curls.
Peter’s smile goes soft in a second, parental, sinking down to his knees to catch Elizabeth in a hug. He’s quick to redirect her tugging hands to his shirt, letting her hang onto the fabric around his shoulders.
“What’s going on, honey?”
She pouts, looking so much like her doting father. “Ben keeps throwing his Cheerios at me! It keeps getting in my hair!”
“Oh, honey,” Peter goes, all easy and simple. “It’s alright. Cheerios are harmless, they can’t hurt you. But I’ll be sure to talk to Benji about keeping his food to himself, yeah?”
This seems to immediately soothe Elizabeth, because somehow, despite everything, Peter’s managed to raise wonderfully angelic children. “Okay… Time to go soon?”
Harley jumps in. “Yep! Let’s get you and your siblings ready to go and give your dad a second to get ready too. I’m driving you to school this morning so let’s get you good to go.”
Peter seems almost standoffish by the idea, though. “They have lunches in the fridge-”
“I know.”
“And the shoes are the-”
“Purple ones by the door, yeah.”
“And her schoolbag is-”
“On the hooks, as always.”
“And her-”
“I know, hon. I’ve got this.”
Peter smiles halfheartedly. “Sorry. Yeah. You can- Yeah. Go for it.”
Harley presses a kiss to Peter’s cheek before scooping Elizabeth up into his arms and slipping into the main part of the apartment.
After watching Peter do this routine so many times before, almost all of their dates revolving around the kids and their needs, Harley feels confident in his abilities to get them through the motions, especially with the ever-responsible Elizabeth on his heels. And he does a good job. Within the time it takes Peter to take a quick shower and get his things together, Harley’s got all three kids at the door, ready to go.
Peter grins, so bright and, god, the most beautiful sight Harley’s ever seen, when he sees the good work Harley did, and he grabs Harley by the elbow to tug him into a kiss. “You’re a saint.”
“What’s that saying, hunny? The pot calling the kettle black?”
Peter rolls his eyes fondly and opens the door. “Come on, offspring, down the stairs to the lobby.”
Peter takes Benji and Harley takes June to help them down the stairs, one step at a time with their little legs, while Elizabeth races down ahead of them. The only reason Harley knows Peter isn’t worried is because Elizabeth knows the rules for the lobby. No leaving, wait at the bottom of the stairs where Peter can see her, don’t talk to strangers, all the rules most kids get taught, and Elizabeth’s incredible at following those rules.
They pile into Harley’s old truck, one outfitted with three car seats for the kids in the back row, and they’re off on their errands. June and Benji at daycare, Elizabeth at school, and then they’re off to campus for their morning classes.
They share a very early physics class, where they met four months ago, so, as is tradition, Harley buys Peter a coffee on the way to class.
A good ten minutes before class starts, they arrive, hand in hand, Harley carrying Peter’s books like a gentleman. They have plenty of time to get their books and stationary set up, sip at their coffees, and then Peter just slumps against Harley’s side, face pressed into the skin of his neck.
“Tired, baby?” he says, kissing his forehead.
“A little. Thank you for being so helpful this morning, I really do appreciate it and everything you do.”
“You don’t have to thank me for being decent.”
Peter lifts his head, giving an unimpressed look.
Harley tries to hide his smile. “What I meant to say was you’re welcome, Peter.”
“Good.” Peter rests his head back on Harley’s shoulder. “I’ll call May later today and try to plan a weekend where she can take the kids, so we can get a couple days just us. Maybe we’ll take a roadtrip or something. Do something like regular college kids.”
“That sounds really nice, but seriously, I don’t mind our date nights being eating spaghetti with the kids or doing errands or waking up to a foot in the face. I’m really, really okay and happy and satisfied and- and good. So good.”
Peter kisses him like he’s trying to show all his gratitude in the world using just his tongue.
“Good. Because you make me so unbelievably happy and it’s not just because of the help you’ve given. I need you to know that.”
“Love language, baby. You use all those sweet words and sweeter kisses, I show my affection using acts of service. At least that’s what my sister told me when she was on one of her Buzzfeed binges.”
Peter kisses him again. “Fine. I’ll stop arguing about it, okay? Happy?”
“Very. So happy. But stop it with that mouth of yours. We gotta focus on physics now, sweetheart.”
“E=MC2, yeah?”
“I love it when you talk physics.”
“Shut up and pay attention.”
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Concept for Benji Parker as Spider-Boy/Spider-Man/whatever: he has his dad's powers, but not as strong, with less of the secondary effects (enhanced senses, etc). Therefore his naturally bad eyesight is not corrected by the manifestation of his abilities and so to whatever degree Benjamin acts as a super hero, he is a hero with terrible eyesight. He tries wearing contacts, but they're sensory hell and he hates them, so he ends up building corrective lenses into his mask.
Anya: yeah, that’s what everyone says. So how long till you think an amber alert will go out fo-
Miles: WOMAN! NOW IS NOT THE TIME! USE YER DANG BETTER ABILITIES TO HELP ME!
Anya: Keep calm spider-BOY. We'll find her. Seriously, this was bound to happen knowing you.
Miles: imstillthefavoredspider
Anya: what was that?
Miles: I said Ben wants to come back here when this is over.
Mod: I like spidey rivalries. I feel really bad for Miles to have this happen to him but I had no other idea why Anya would make him urk like that. Besides, now we can do mini story with Anya! YAAAAY ANYA introduction!!!
