Part 2

I finally finished this so... enjoy

It's REALLY long cause I didn't want to do a part 3 lmao

I'm running off an hour of sleep and a burnt grilled cheese so excuse whatever I wrote

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

Mother Gothel watched the two boys sneak off, out of her sight. She growled, fists clenching in anger. How dare he leave the tower? She ran after them, keeping herself hidden and out of their sight.


"Hey, Peter, I-"

"There he is! The thief! Get him!" A guard yelled, pointing at Harley. The blond grimaced, grabbing Peter and pushing him toward a small, dark cave.

"Harley!?" The smaller boy's voice raised, fear dripping from his words.

"It's ok, just trust me." They hid in the cave, hearing a loud rumbling. There were muffled shouts from outside, a large rock falling and blocking the entrance of the cave, water spilling in from the lake just beyond the cave.

"Water!?" Peter looked up at Harley with wide, frightened eyes. "Are we gonna die?" The southern boy shook his head, taking a deep breath and diving into the water. "Oh my god, we're going to drown... Mother was right, I never should've left the tower!" Peter exclaimed, tears falling. Harley came up with a gasp, shaking the water from his hair.

"I can't see anything, it's too dark..." Peter let out a distressed cry, feeling as the water filled the cave, already up to his collarbone.

"Harls... I don't wanna die yet, please!"

"It's too dark to see anything down there," Harley shrugged, feeling defeated. The water was now up to their chins, and they were running out of time. Peter latched onto Harley for comfort in their last moments, sobbing. "If only there was something that could help us see..." Peter gasped, picking his head up.

"I have magic hair that glows when I sing!" Harley turned to him, frowning.

"What." Peter shook his head, singing.

"Flower gleam and glow, let your powers shine, make the clock reverse, take back what onc-" The water overtook them, but the song had worked. Peter's hair glowed a bright golden color, spreading enough light for Harley to find a way out, pushing the rocks out of the way. Peter's chest burned, the lack of oxygen meaning him feel lightheaded and sluggish. He swam out through Harley's exit, gasping and coughing.

"YOUR HAIR GLOWS!?" Harley asked incredulously, eyes wide. "Oh my god, am I dead? Did we die? This is impossible!" The smaller boy raised a finger, taking a breath and coughing up more water. "Oh, shit." The blond rubbed Peter's back, leaning the golden-haired boy against him. "Geez, you ok?"

"I think so," he mumbled, voice raspy. If only he had been able to take a breath before going underwater... but at least they were both alive.

"Ok, good..." Harley didn't move away from the smaller boy, holding onto him gently. "So, uh, you have glowing hair?" Peter nodded, coughing again. "This is normal. Totally normal. Nothing strange about this..." Harley spoke quickly, trying to process this. "Uh... how long has it been doing that?"

"Forever? It can heal people," Peter shrugged, coughing again. He tried to stand up, only to be stopped by the southern boy.

"Woah there, take it easy. Why don't we stay here for the night, we'll be able to get to the town and see the lanterns tomorrow." Peter sighed, closing his eyes and leaning into Harley's side gratefully. "Sorry, darlin', but I'm going to make a fire. Stay here, I'll be right back." The blond stood up, smiling. He had to admit, he had grown rather fond of this strange boy. Whether it was pity, protectiveness, or... something else.

Peter sat in the grass by himself, letting out the occasional cough. He sighed, bringing his knees to his chest.

"Child, I told you leaving the tower would be dangerous!" Peter jumped to his feet, chest aching. Mother Gothel stood on a large rock, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

"Mother! What are you doing here? How did you find me?" She shushed him, holding up a wanted poster with Harley's face on it. At least, it was sorta like him. The nose was definitely off.

"Mother knows best. Now, leave this... criminal, and come back home with me." She smiled, a little too sweetly. Peter frowned.

"No. We're going to see the lights. He cares about me." He crossed his arms defiantly.

"Yeah? Or does he just want this back?" She held up Harley's bag, the crown still inside. Peter's eyes widened. "Give it to him. See if he really cares, or if he's just in it for his precious crown." She tossed the crown to him, leaving quickly. Peter hid it behind a tree stump quickly, sitting back down to wait for Harley.

"Hey, darlin', I brought some firewood- are you ok?" The blond set down the armful of wood, kneeling down in front of Peter. The smaller boy shook his head, sighing.

"It's fine... I'm fine." Harley squinted at him, standing up and starting a fire.

"If you insist..." He brushed his palms on his jeans, sitting down close to Peter. "It's going to get cold tonight. We should probably huddle for warmth." The golden-haired boy gulped, blushing.

"O-oh... yeah, yeah we should probably do that..." The southern boy smiled, moving in closer. Peter hesitantly leaned his head against Harley's shoulder, sighing contently.

"I don't know, darlin'... seems too cold, hmm?" He moved them both closer to the fire, Peter now sitting inbetween Harley's legs, leaned up against the blond's chest. His breath hitched. They were so close, Peter could feel Harley's heartbeat, his chest rising and falling with every slow breath. He felt frozen in place, like a single movement could ruin everything.

"You're so tense," Harley noted, wrapping his arms around Peter. "What's wrong? Do you... do you not want to sit this close?" He backed off, hurt in his voice.

"No!" Peter cleared his throat awkwardly, turning to look at Harley. "No, I, uh, I like it. I-I mean it's fine! For, um, warmth." His face was red with embarrassment, turning away to cringe at himself. The blond chuckled, grabbing Peter's waist and pulling him down on the sand.

"Why don't you get some rest, hmm? Big day tomorrow." The smaller boy took a deep breath, turning over to face Harley. He cuddled into the southern boy's chest, falling asleep in his arms.


"Hey. Wake up, sleepy head." Peter yawned, opening his eyes and letting out a quiet yelp. He had never woken up next to someone before... it was nice.

"Oh. Hi," he gave an awkward wave, smiling. Harley chuckled, sitting up.

"Shall we get going?" Peter nodded, quickly grabbing the crown and hiding it on him before following the blond boy. "The town isn't far." The walk to town was mostly uneventful. Once they arrived, Peter was mesmerized by the colors and dancing, running into the center of the celebration. Harley watched from the side, hoping nobody would recognize him and turn him in.

"Harls!" Peter exclaimed, calling him into the dance. The blond sighed, grinning, joining the smaller boy. Peter grabbed his hand, dancing with Harley in the center of the square. They laughed and danced and celebrated, Harley stealing little glances at Peter the whole day.

When the time came to light the lanterns, they took a boat out onto the water, Peter's leg bouncing as he waited impatiently.

"Oh. Oh! Look!" He stood up in the boat, Harley trying to keep it balanced as the smaller boy watched the lanterns in silent awe. The southern boy smiled, eyes focused not on the lanterns, but on the beautiful boy in front of him. "Wow..." Peter murmured, eyes wide. "It's even more spectacular than I expected!" Harley nodded, swallowing thickly. Peter was different. He cared, he was innocent and perfectly adorable, and dammit, Harley couldn't let him go back to live in that stuffy tower!

"Um, Peter-"

"Oh! I, uh, I have something for you." He pulled out the crown, carefully handing it to the blond. "I know we aren't done yet, but... this has been the best day of my life. Thank you, for everything you've done." Harley took the crown, avoiding eye contact with Peter.

"Look, I-" he froze, squinting at the figure in the distance. "Hold on." He rowed them back to shore, making Peter stay in the boat as he approached the figure. Peter sat, oblivious to what was occurring just beyond the bushes that blocked his view of Harley. He saw a shadow, jumping up excitedly.

"Harls! You came back, thank you thank you thank- AHH!" He screamed, quickly being restrained by a large man. He heard the voice of Mother Gothel, vision blocked.

"I told you, child, mother knows best."


Peter woke with a gasp, groaning. He blinked, eyes focusing slowly. He was back in the tower, chained down, Mother Gothel tutting disapprovingly from the shadows.

"Oh, child, you never should've left the tower. Now I can't trust you! We'll have to go somewhere else... somewhere even more secluded, somewhere nobody will ever find you." The dread grew in his chest.

"What happened to Harley?" Mother Gothel sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her chest.

"He left with his crown. Seems he didn't care about you after all." Peter sagged, the hurt blossoming in his chest. "I told you, child. Nobody out there will ever love you as much as I do." The boy felt broken, his hopes and dreams crushed by this new reality.


Meanwhile, Harley was on the run again. After his forced capture, temporary imprisonment, and narrow escape of the village gallows, he was on his way to Peter's tower, assuming that was where he was. He scaled the building, jumping in through the window. Peter turned to look at him, tears in his wife eyes.

"Darlin', I-"

"Harley no!" Peter exclaimed, gasping as the blond fell to the ground, blood spreading from a stab wound in his back. He sputtered, coughing and gasping for breath as the life seeped out of him. Mother Gothel walked out of the shadows, holding a bloody knife.

"Aw, what a shame! Seems the little 'hero' won't be saving the day this time," she growled, letting out a short laugh. "C'mon, child, we need to leave." She tugged at Peter's chains, the small boy refusing to budge.

"Let me heal him."

"Excuse me?"

"Please." Peter looked up at Mother Gothel, acceptance in his eyes. "Just let me heal him. Then I'll go with you willingly."

"No!" Harley cried, shaking his head. "No, Peter, you can't!"

"Fine," she spat, unlocking Peter's chains quickly. He immediately went to Harley's side, examining the wound frantically.

"Harls-"

"Peter." Harley's voice sounded unsettlingly final, a hand quickly swiping at Peter's golden curls, broken glass cutting the magic hair. The hair quickly turned brown, the boy gasping and reaching for the hair that was no longer there.

"NO!" Mother Gothel screamed, aging quickly. "Flower gleam and glo-" she disintegrated into nothing, leaving Peter alone with a dying Harley.

"Why did you do that?!"

"I can't let you go with her," Harley insisted. Peter shook his head, eyes wide and slightly watery.

"But you'll die..." Harley nodded, eyes closing slowly as his body went limp. "Harls..." Peter's voice broke, quiet sobs escaping his lips. He let out a pained cry, lost in the wind. Tears fell, hitting Harley's body and soaking his blood-stained shirt. "Harley..."

Suddenly, a golden glow radiated off Peter's fallen tears, wrapping around Harley's body and breathing life into the young thief. He sat up quickly, gasping and coughing. Peter let out a cry, hugging him tightly. Harley laughed, grabbing Peter's face and kissing him passionately. The smaller boy cried into the kiss, scooting in closer to Harley happily.

"Oh my god..."

"Was it good? Should I not have done that? Shit, I'm sorry..." Harley apologized quickly. Peter shook his head, climbing into the blond's lap and crying.

"You're alive..."

"That I am, darlin', and I must say, you look absolutely dashing as a brunette." He kissed Peter's forehead, grinning. "I only wish I could give you the crown. You know, I saw you try it on, that first day in the tower..." Peter blushed, eyes wide. "I've never seen a crown suit anyone more than it suits you." The brunette nodded slowly, a flash of a memory hitting him.

"Our beautiful son," a man stated, smiling down at him. There was a woman holding him, grinning.

"His hair... it's golden!" The man nodded.

"Must be from the flower." He placed a crown on Peter's head, adorable squeals of happiness escaping the golden-haired boy's lips. "He has your eyes, dear." The woman looked down at him, deep brown eyes, similar to his own, staring back at him.

"He's absolutely perfect. Our Peter." She sighed, smiling up at the man. "And someday, he'll be all grown up, ruling the kingdom. Oh, I do hope he doesn't grow up too fast..."

Peter gasped, grabbing onto Harley's shoulders. No... it couldn't be...

"Darlin'?"

"I'm the lost prince..." Those people, in the flashback, they must be his mom and dad. The same people who were painted and displayed around the village.

"What?!" Peter looked at Harley, face completely serious.

"I'm the lost prince," he repeated, firmer this time.

"Oh my god... we need to get to the village!"


"He has your eyes... Peter? Is that really you?" The king asked, arm wrapped around the queen protectively, slightly wary of Harley.

"It's me." He grinned, hugging these people who were, apparently, his real parents.

"Oh, son, we missed you!" He turned to Harley, who was standing awkwardly to the side. "We owe you a great deal of thanks. How could I ever repay you?" Harley looked at Peter, biting his lip.

"Well, uh, your Majesty, I think there's only one thing I could ever want from you." The king waited for Harley to finish, silently hoping his request wouldn't be too absurd. "I'd like to ask for permission to date your son." Peter's eyes went wide, immediately looking up at the king.

"Oh, uh, I suppose so... as long as he wants that." All eyes turned to Peter.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, running and jumping into Harley's arms, laughing happily. The blond kissed him on the cheek, holding the smaller boy. And it seemed, at least for now, that everything would be ok.


wow that was long af

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