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Here is the series of one-shots/drabbles I've been talking about on tumblr so much. I'll add more tags to this as various additional things with each drabble (eg. Superfamily, Omega!verse, etc.) so if it's in the tags it'll be in at least one of the drabbles but probably not all (unless it's Parksborn, then it's probalbly in all of them).

If you want to send me prompts, send them to my fanfiction tumblr: slashprincess15 or just put them in the comments, whatever I will fill them if and when I get the chance.

Other then that I hope you enjoy~

I'd call this one-shot bittersweet, it's not a happy one but it's them moving towards something happier. I can write happy stuff, I swear!

Warning: Alcohol and drug use mentioned (this is one of headcannon Harry's components so it's probably going to show up a lot, I shall still warn at the start of every chapter that has it, but heads up)

Peter held Harry close to his chest as the blond sobbed. A strange role-reversal from their relationship as children.

He could feel how much weaker the body had become – illness and addiction taking its toll.

But that was soon to be over, or at least some of it was. They had found a cure.

It had taken years, going through Peter's father's research, figuring out what exactly had happened to make the spiders work in the first case and then repeating the experiment using Harry's DNA instead. They were lucky in the fact that they had access to one of the best medical research companies in the world and the ability to call Gwen up whenever they were stuck to get a fresh perspective on the issue.

Still it had been long and hard work, torturous for both knowing that every day they spend without it was a day Harry was closer to death – his body gradually fading more and more to the illness.

They had succeeded though, and soon Harry would be well again. Or at least well from the admitted Osborn curse. Peter suspects addiction is another, lesser talked about curse that haunts the family.

Harry's mum had died from on overdose. His father appeared to be abusing prescription meds to keep the symptoms of the sickness as hidden as he could.

Harry's weapon of choice seemed to be alcohol. Peter suspected that his boyfriend also had a stash of illicit drugs hidden somewhere for his worst days but he had no real evidence he could find.

Peter had first tried to stop him but as the months passed of not finding the cure Harry's need for something to settle his nerves had grown and eventually the fights grew so large that Peter was scared Harry would lock him out of his life and then he'd never see his lover again.

So he had allowed him his habits but tried to keep it within reason.

But they'd found the cure now, now they could work on the addiction and Peter would be there for him, like he was there for Peter when they were kids.

"Peter?" Harry muttered between broken sobs.

"Yeah Harry?"

"Thank you, thank you so much-" Harry moved his head from where it was buried in Peter's chest to look up at the brunette.

"It's nothing," Peter replied. All the pain would be over soon.