#Parkner Fics

[parknerficrecblog]

do you have anything for a coffee shop au? (preferably a one shot)

daffodil by yeeharley - Peter calls him Daffodil Boy because his hair, curling down to the nape of his neck, shines golden in the sun like the flowers around his feet. He's never seen him up close, hasn't ever been able to summon up the courage to walk up to him and initiate a conversation. It's foolish, really, the way he feels for Daffodil Boy. But, for some weird reason, he can't seem to shake the lingering affection that comes with seeing him. It's not healthy- he knows that. It's not going to benefit him- he knows that. It's probably really creepy- he knows that. But Peter also knows that he might be in love with Daffodil Boy, and that's kind of enough to balance everything else out.

You Make Me Feel Like We're J0806 by DancingSkys - All Harley wanted was a coffee and something to eat, he hadn't expect to leave with a raging crush on the barista. He didn't think he would be this quick to fall for someone but Peter had the kindest eyes and the sweetest smile he had ever seen. Not just this but he was obviously a science geek just like Harley himself. How could his weak gay ass not fall for someone like that? All that was left to do now was wooing Peter off his feet with Harley's amazing wooing skills. If he wasn't too much of a mess to pull it off because just thinking about Peter did funny things to his brain.

The Only Living Boy in New York by Superstitious - Peter and Harley are both college students. Peter prefers to frequent bougie, hipster cafes while Harley works at the campus Starbucks. Fate brings them together over a blonde Americano and it just goes downhill from there.

#parkner fics #parkner #parkner fic recs #coffee shop #harley keener #peter parker #harley keener x peter parker #peter parker x harley keener

[guest-1-2-3]

so. never consumed any mcu content whatsoever. however i have recently stumbled upon peter parker/harley keener fanfics, went down a rabbit hole, and am now obsessed with their dynamic and i realized i have just fallen into the trap of another blond + southerner + sarcastic + calls-his-boyfriend-darlin’ + infinitely supportive + big fucking nerd x incredibly traumatized + sarcastic + italian + orphan + definitely-started-saving-the-world-too-young + big fucking nerd ship. i am nothing if not predictable

#their relationship is not all solangelo i just noticed the parallels lol #also thriving off of the found family dynamics that exist in peter/harley + the avengers fics #all i’m getting is that tony stark is a reluctant father figure 💀 however i barely know what’s canon don’t come at me #steve. clint. sam. bruce. bucky. natasha. wanda. vision. shuri. pepper. matt. etc #i have gained so much knowledge of the marvel cinematic universe! (i have intense spoilers of every characters traumatic backstory now) #hmm hydra. shield. friday. karen. midtown. acadec—mj ned betty cindy abe mr harrington fLasH #im just listing things i did not know that i now know. i find it very funny that i have no idea what’s ooc or canon tho #it’s like i’m reading an original story cause bro i do not know shit about spiderman #parkner #solangelo #also idk if peters actually italian but he definitely is in this fic and somewhere in the canon universe he might be implied to be? idk man #im going in blind #spiderman

[thompsborn]

harley, gay and nervous: do you wanna hang out maybe? no spidey stuff or school stuff, just watch a movie and have some snacks or something?

peter, stupid and constantly drowning in misplaced guilt: oh my god is the spidey stuff overwhelming? do you need a break? oh god all of our friends are busy of course you need a break it’s so much i’m so sorry and i’m probably your last choice so you have to make it clear that you don’t want to talk about spidey stuff or school stuff because you need a break from it all and i haven’t even noticed i’m such an asshole—

harley, even gayer: i’m literally trying to ask you out

#parkner #my writing #its. uhhh. do??? is this a spoiler if i #hold on i’m gonna make the tags long enough to block it #dont read the next tag if you don’t wanna know the implied spoiler this is for #last warning! #it’s the tag after this one beware be careful proceed with caution!!!!! #homeward bound fic

[petersoftparker]

I love the fics where its like Harley walks into a room seeing Peter for the first time and is immediately like “wow you’re my future husband hello” while Peter is running on 48 hours of no sleep, looking like a mad scientist in the lab being like “what?”

#marvel #MCU #harley keener #peter parker #harley x peter #parkner #parkner fic #meet cute

[babyloveparkner]

her weird, wonderful brother

a sequel to a primer for the small weird loves. part 2 in the limericks and love songs and letters series.

5 times that Emma Keener learns something new about her brother plus 1 time she realizes that he’s still the same Harley that she grew up knowing and loving.

he’s gay

he goes to college in new york

he has a boyfriend named peter

he reads and writes poetry

he worries a lot

and, of course:

when he loves, it’s with everything he has

ft. harley’s sister growing up and realizing that maybe him suddenly moving to a different part of the country despite only being fifteen probably matters more than their mom originally let on, an outside perspective of the growth harley has gone through via his time in new york and the love of his support system, and a peek into the future—including some moments from harley and peter’s wedding.

first chapter (which is what the moodboard is for) is now being written. i am currently planning to have it posted by the end of october.

#parkner #harley keener x peter parker #harley x peter #peter parker x harley keener #peter x harley #spiderlad #parley #keenker #peter/harley #harley/peter #peter parker/harley keener #harley keener/peter parker #limericks and love songs and letters #additional idea for another part in the primer verse; a different 5+1 from tony’s pov? #and also definitely want to write something from peter’s pov to like highlight how differently he thinks than harley and like #highlight his perspective of the entire first fic in little snapshots and moments and such

[harlstark]

Harley keener and pet names.... thoughts?

“darlin” end of conversation.

#i associate this word with him now and forever #he uses it for sure #if you mean pet names people call him tho #i like fics where peter calls him princess #starting off as a joke but turning into like #a genuine term of endearment #harley keener #mcu #marvel #parkner #peter parker #ironman

[bluewlnteroses]

totally obsessed with the idea of peter not realizing his spider sense is acting up not because he's in danger but because he's flustered around his crush

#i keep thinking about him being all jumpy and nervous and starts to avoid his crush because he doesn't understand what is going on #and the other person gets the wrong idea thinking peter is avoiding them because he realize his feelings so miscommunication !! #and eventually they confront one another and kiss !! the end #(i could have been an amazing fic writer lmaooooo) #yes this was about parkner #it still is

[lyssismagical]

ANOTHER EXCERPT FROM A FIC ILL FINISH SOON EEEEEE

Peter shakes his head. “You know I love you, bug, right? A lot.”

“More than three thousand?”

“More than infinity,” he says. Morgan gasps, eyes going big. “I love you more than anything ever.”

Morgan wrinkles her nose. “Not as much as I love you!”

“Not possible, bug. You’re not going to win this one.” He leans in closer, drops his voice a little, “You know your mom and dad loved you a lot too, yeah?”

Her little face goes serious, lifting an even littler hand to grab his shirt. “I know, Petey.”

“Good. Now go get washed up for breakfast.” He sets her down on the floor and watches her race off for the bathroom.

He turns off the stove and is waiting for Morgan’s return when he hears a knock on the front door. Unusual, sure, but he assumes maybe it’s May or maybe MJ finally came round to try and knock some sense into him. It’s not that crazy.

He hears Morgan’s feet racing across the floor. “Morgan, wait a sec,” he tries, but he hears the door open anyways.

He rounds the corner and stops short.

Harley Keener is standing there in the doorway to the cabin with his stupid grin. Morgan’s propped on his hip, flannel bunching around her. His hair is fluffier than Peter remembers and his are bluer than they were in the dark fading light by the lake at the funeral. His jeans are ripped wide in the knees. He’s tan after spending the summer, Peter assumes, out in the Tennessee sun. At the funeral, he’d been pale and drained of all color from the rough day, but now he’s bronzed and grinning and eyes bright and in Peter’s doorway.

“Harley.”

“Harley!” Morgan agrees enthusiastically.

Harley’s grin widens and he bounces Morgan on his hip a few times before setting her down. “Hope this isn’t a bad time, figured it was about time for me to check in on my favourite kid.”

**

In which Pepper and Tony both die in the final battle leaving Peter to pick up the pieces and become Morgan's guardian.

#EXCERPT FROM A FIC THAT IM WRITING #IM SO HYPED ABOUT IT #lyss writes #lyss talks #parkner #harley keener #morgan stark #peter parker #irondad #peter parker & morgan stark

[waechterin-der-nacht]

decided to draw some parkner kissing—ft. enby!harley

they're very likely glowing in the dark!parkner i think; gitd is a fic i'll start posting on wednesday

#decided to fuck around with their styles a bit and i love the way they came out they're so pretty #cw kissing #mine #nachtwächterin art #parkner #peter parker x harley keener #art #gitd fic #nonbinary

[teddytheartist]

Can I just say, I love the parkner community sm, like you guys are awesome, we’re all delusional and happy together I love it so much

#literally #i cannot believe I didn’t know about this ship #but also what a lovely little community this is #also also I’m desperate #anyone pls rec me parkner fics #or im going to have to re read the same 5 over and over again #till the end of time #peter parker #parkner #peter parker x harley keener #harley keener #harley keener x peter parker

[hiseyebrowsaregone]

Peter x Harley fic recs? Pls?

Had to do some digging because I had all these fics bookmarked on my old account but here you go! @loveluststerek

shoulda worn a clean shirt by Bundibird

| 1/1 | 2,169 | General | Parley |

"What the shit," Harley says, and punches Tony in the arm. "You didn't tell me your other adopted waif was hot!"

"Excuse you, what?" Tony demands, at the same time that Peter says, "Um," and blinks his (in Harley's opinion) unfairly attractive eyes.

"Hi, I'm Harley," Harley says, striding forwards and ignoring Tony's spluttering. "And you and I should totally go on a date."

"What have I done," Tony whispers.

(Or: Peter is a disaster bi, and really so is Harley, but at least Harley has his shit together enough to ask Peter out on a date the second he meets him. Meanwhile, Tony is suddenly certain that by introducing these two, he's just triggered the apocalypse.)

PROOF SPIDER-MAN LOVES CLICKBAIT by mauvera

| 33/33 | 87,736 | General | Parley |

When Peter Parker gets a job working at Buzzfeed there's really only one subject he can write about: superheroes. And what superhero does he know better than everyone's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?

What he didn't expect was that everyone would think Peter's new obsession with the hero would be interpreted quite like That.

it's always who is spider-man, never how is spider-man by i_regret_thatpersonalityquiz

| 40/40 | 176,100 | Teen and Up | Parley |

"Stay?"

Peter finally looked down to see Harley Fucking Keener, Iron Lad, the boy who had caused his shoulder to be throbbing all night, looking away with a slight tint to his cheeks. Peter opened and closed his mouth, no sound coming out.

And he sat back down.

OR: Peter had been living on the streets, dealing with your average homeless vigilante stuff. Things got a bit more complicated when the Avengers started to chase him down.

Who Needs Peter Parker Anyway? By mauvera

| 3/3 | 15,604 | Teen and Up | Parley |

When Harley finally gets to come to New York to hang out with Tony he's excited to build some robots and blow stuff up. Instead Tony is insisting that he meets that damn intern that he's been bragging about for months. Harley doesn't even have to meet the guy to know he's already sick of Peter Parker.

In other news that cute guy that hangs around the tower keeps running away before Harley can find out his name. Damn it.

sleep deprived superheroes (and twitter aren't a good mix) by red_01

| 30/? | 46,565 | Teen and Up | Parley |

spooder @ActuallySpider-Man

yo I think I got stabbed lmao

Iron Stank @TonyStark

KID WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU IM ON MY WAY

spooder @ActuallySpider-Man

omg it's mr iron can

-

no.1 SI intern @peter-parkour

uh so yeet ig

no.1 SI intern @peter-parkour

[image of Tony asleep in lab bench, amid bits and pieces of Iron Man armour]

he finally fell asleep binch

-

Peter starts a Spider-Man twitter and an intern twitter. It goes just as well (and just as gay) as you'd expect.

The New Intern by TakenByEmrys

| 10/10 | 27,463 | Teen and Up | Parley |

Tony tells Peter Parker that a new intern is coming to work at SI for the summer. Peter's class is taking an SI field trip when Harley arrives. Good thing Peter decided to skip the field trip.

Now I apologize if any of these aren't up to your standards, I haven't read them for a long time and just went off of my old account bookmarks. If you want more or have read all of these or want a specific thing just ask! :D

#Fanfiction #fanfic list #fanfiction recs #fanfics #fanfiction #parley #parley fics #parley fanfics #parkner #parkner fanfics

[parknerficrecblog]

Anything with trans parkner?? :))

Here are some we found!

#anon ask #parkner #harley keener #peter parker #trans harley keener #trans peter parker #parkner fics #parkner fic recs #harley keener x peter parker #peter parker x harley keener

[aliengirl99]

Fic of the week

I'll be recommending one of my favorite fanfics once or twice a week. This week's is;

A Harley Keener/Peter Parker fic. A slow burn where the two meet over Twitter, and Harley offers to make Spider-man a real suit. Includes hilarious moments with Matt and Foggy. Be sure to read the tags yourself.

Enjoy!

#harley keener #peter parker #iron lad #spiderman #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic recommendation #fic of the week #fanfic of the week #parkner

[thompsborn]

peter loving harley in an all consuming hunger grateful for any moment in the same room constantly wanting more but happy to have whatever he’s given sort of way vs harley loving peter in a borderline obsessive solving a puzzle memorizing a map sort of way

#me: thinks about the hb sequel but doesnt work on hb chapter 17 #make it make sense #anyways the way i am SO ready to write hb harley’s pov is kind of insane #homeward bound fic #parkner

[spoodrm4n]

This is Me Trying

Chapter One: ‘Cause I Haven’t Moved in Years

Pairings: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is struggling after losing everyone closest to him-- May, Tony, Ned, and MJ. Harley is struggling with where he came from and the parts of his past he never healed from. Harley needs a roommate and Peter is getting evicted. 

Read Ch. 2 here

…

Peter Parker isn’t a bitter person– or at least he doesn’t think so. After all of the detrimental events that have taken place in his life, he’s not bitter. He refuses to believe he’s bitter. 

Sure, he’s living alone in one of the worst apartment complexes in Queens, works two jobs just to afford rent and the bare essentials of life all whilst attending Queensborough community college. In the midst of all of this, he patrols every night, only getting a couple hours of sleep a night. And it’s only been a month since he watched his aunt die and the whole world forget him— including the people he loved most. 

He misses May with everything in him. The grief bubbles up his throat more often than not and sometimes it’s all encompassing and doesn’t let him breathe. He could’ve done more– done better and saved her. Sometimes when he washes his hands he can still see her blood on them. He barely sleeps because he’s plagued by the memories of her death replaying over and over and over and over…

MJ and Ned live on without him and he’s unbelievably happy for them. Sometimes he’ll spot them walking the streets near the coffee shop MJ works at. Sometimes Peter is selfish and even though rent is late and the coffee shop is twenty minutes away, he goes there anyway, just to make sure she’s still okay. Of course she is; he’s not there to screw up her life. 

Ned is the same. He’s still Ned, but not his best friend Ned. It’s odd to think of how people change whenever you’re no longer a lasting impact on them or a constant in their life. Peter misses the sleepovers, building legos, the lab experiments, and the patrolling with Ned as his guy in the chair and it makes his heart ache. 

Another wound that Peter harbors is the death of Tony. When Peter had come back to life from the snap the first thing he had thought to do was find Tony. Nothing else had mattered in that moment. He had found him amidst the chaos of the battlefield and they had hugged and Peter was whole. Not even five minutes later he would be the shell of the person he was. The tears had dried out and nothing was left but numbness. He remembers Mr. Stark’s half-alive eyes and the way his charred skin burned his nostrils. It had been too much. He still has yet to get over that first loss and he hasn’t. He doesn’t know where to start.

He patrols more– all that he can. He saves everyone he can and stays up at night due to the ones he can’t. He gets a bit more reckless, having to stitch himself up more often that he would be willing to admit. Peter is hurting and all he knows is to push it down. Push it down as far as he can and swallow the bitterness because that’s what he isn’t. 

Life could certainly be better, but Peter believes he isn’t bitter.

Harley Keener is a bitter person. He’s grown up bitter and angry and spiteful and he’s well aware. He doesn’t hide it, either– refuses to. If there’s two things Harley is it’s most certainly bitter and honest.

He’s bitter at the fact that he remembers the sounds of his dad beating his ma. He’s bitter that sometimes he would be the one getting beaten instead. He’s bitter at the fact that his dad left when he and Abbie were just kids. He’s bitter that his ma had to pick up two jobs just to support the three of them and that he couldn’t do anything but watch for so long. He’s bitter that he was forced to grow up entirely way too soon. He’s bitter because Tony was one of the only good things in his life and just like everything else it got ripped from him.

He had moved to New York not too long after Tony’s death. Pepper had reached out to him the weekend of Tony’s funeral and had disclosed that there was a large sum stashed away for Harley. Included in that was a suit made specially for Harley as well as a lab that was to be shared with someone named Peter Parker. 

Pepper had tried to remember any mention of the boy, but she would always end up drawing a blank. It also didn’t help that the kid was practically untraceable. 

Harley had bought a nice apartment just outside of Queens in Manhattan and spent his time working through his classes at ESU, doing some contracting work for neighbors or others around the area, and helping save the citizens of New York as his secret identity of Iron Lad.

He’s bitter and angry and resentful at the world he’s grown accustomed to and he’s well aware of it. 

…

“Harley, honey, how are classes going?” Harley rushed to press the phone against his ear, almost missing what Pepper says as he walks into his apartment, kicks off his shoes, and locks the door. 

“They’re going fine, ma’am. Midterms are keeping me on my toes, though.” Harley walks further into the apartment, setting his keys down on the kitchen counter and bending down to lean his elbows against the marble. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Pepper?” He hears her sigh from across the phone line. 

“I’m afraid you’ll have to tell me plenty more.” Harley feels the ghost of a smile pull at his lips. 

“How’s the search for a roommate going? I’m sure there’s plenty of applicants.” Pepper changes the subject and Harley stands up straight now, moving to the living room and eyeing the stack of applications on the coffee table. 

“Sure are. All seem like a bunch of stuck ups, though. No one’s caught my eye.” Harley’s honest with her, picking up a few papers and tossing them back down half haphazardly. 

“That’s a shame. I know how lonely it can be living by yourself. Another person would do you good, Harley.” Pepper knows Harley is struggling, no matter how much he covers it up with jokes, hard work, or just being plain mean. Harley knows she sees right through him. 

“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it, Pepper.” He sighs, sitting down on the couch and switching the phone from his right ear to his left. The thing is though, Harley doesn’t necessarily want a roommate, but Pepper’s been on his ass for the last couple months. He knows she’s only worried about him, but Harley’s doing fine. He’s fine. 

“I know you are. I have to get going, Morgan has gymnastics and she’s been reminding me about it all day,” she laughs and Harley musters a smile. He can imagine Morgan’s pouty face and her puppy dog eyes. 

“Yes ma’am. Can’t keep Mo waiting,” Harley’s smile turns sad as he remembers how long it’s been since he’s seen the two. 

“Bye, Harley. Don’t be afraid to call.” Pepper and Harley don’t say ‘I love you’ well, they say it in different ways. They both understand, though. 

Before Harley gets a chance to respond she’s hung up and he’s left in his own silence. His shoulders slump and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and thinking about what he has to do tonight. 

He decides to go through new applications first, hoping to ease Pepper’s worry. He stands and heads for the front door, quickly finding the mailbox attached to his door. He opens it and a hefty stack of papers await him. He groans, dreading going through all of these applications. He makes his way to the dining table and stacks them neatly in front of him as he sits down. 

He’s about a third of the way through the stack when a familiar name catches his eye. “Peter Parker…” He says aloud, grabbing the paper from out of the stack and examining it carefully. 

“Nineteen years old, goes to Queensburough, works two jobs, lives alone…” Harley rattles off, eyebrows furrowing the more he reads. “Fallen on hard times and it’s become hard to afford an apartment alone.” He finishes. He re-reads the application more, observing the way that Peter had described himself and how he is studying in engineering. “Peter Parker…” Harley mumbles again. He knows that name. He makes a mental note to text Pepper about the name and ask her if that name is familiar. He’s almost certain he had heard Pepper say his name before. 

His eyes find the phone number on the top of the page and he pulls his phone out of his pocket, typing in the number. It rings once, twice, three times, then goes to voicemail. 

“This is Peter! I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I’ll get back with you as soon as I can, thank you!” Harley is slightly annoyed and surprised by the cheery voice that filters through the speaker. The dial tone beeps and Harley blinks, kind of caught off guard.

“Hi Peter, I got your application for sharing the apartment and I’d like to meet with you to discuss further options. Thank ya much, Harley Keener.” He hits the end call button and sets his phone down on the table, continuing to go through the applications. 

…

Peter stops in front of the door of his apartment, getting slapped in the face with the bright yellow paper stuck to his door that reads, ‘60 day eviction notice’. He swallows down the lump in his throat as someone clears their throat from behind him. 

“Rent has been late the last four months, Mr. Parker. I’ve given you multiple chances and it just isn’t working out.” Peter turns on his heel and is met with Mr. Hall. He wears a deep frown, almost like he doesn’t want to kick Peter out, but has no choice. The guy clearly has a choice, though; he’s been doing just fine with Peter’s late rent. Someone’s probably offered the guy more money for the place that Peter doesn’t have. 

“I know and I’m so sorry Mr. Hall, I’ve been trying really hard. It’s just–” Peter’s cut off by Mr. Hall finishing his sentence.

“You work two jobs and you’re going to college? I know Mr. Parker and I’m very sorry, but I can no longer tolerate this. I’ve been patient these last few months but I have a family to feed.” Peter knows it’s bullshit, but forces a smile for him instead. 

“Okay, I understand.” Peter is short and he quickly turns around, ripping the note off his door and swallowing down the lump in his throat. He shuts the door behind him and grits his teeth, setting his backpack on the floor so he can run his hands through his hair. 

He had filled out multiple applications for people looking for roommates in the area and only one had gotten back with him so far, but the rules were entirely too strict for Peter. There was no way he was going to be able to be SpiderMan and live under the same roof as the guy. 

He threw the eviction notice onto the counter and picked his backpack up, carrying it to the small desk in the corner to finish his homework. By the time he was done, the sky had gone dark and the city streets became just a bit quieter. 

Peter breathes out, placing all of his finished work back into its assigned folder and stood, stretching out the stiffness that came with sitting in a poorly made, wooden chair. He chances a glance out of the one window in his one room apartment and decides to turn the police scanner on, getting ready for patrol and putting on his SpiderMan suit. He was itching to get out of the cramped space he called ‘home’. 

…

Harley fiddled with the hot sleeve on his coffee cup as he waited for Peter to arrive. The guy was already ten minutes late and Harley was about to finally get up and leave, accepting he’d been blown off, but the dinging of the front door bell stopped him. 

He looked up and his eyes met with a boys' brown ones. Harley immediately recognized the boy across the coffee shop as Peter, recalling the photo from his application. Peter looked impossibly better in person. His brown hair curled at the ends, but it wasn’t necessarily messy, his eyes were a deep brown, but shone in the sunlight that streamed through the many windows in the shop. He was dressed in a baggy sweater that looked like a lucky, vintage find in a thrift store and some dark-washed jeans. His tennis shoes were teetering on the edge of falling apart and he had a navy blue backpack slung over his shoulder. 

“Are you Harley?” Harley blinked and found that Peter was standing right in front of him now, eyebrows pulled together and hands nervously gripping the straps of his backpack. 

“Y-yeah, go ahead and sit down. Ya know you’re late?” Harley gestured towards the chair across from him, motioning for Peter to sit down. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. You know how awful it can be to get around in the city sometimes.” Peter flashed Harley an apologetic smile, sitting down in the chair and setting his bag on the floor next to him. 

“I understand. So, Peter, tell me about yourself.” Harley was intrigued by Peter. The moment he watched him walk through the door he had wanted to know more about him. 

“There’s not much to say other than what was already on my application,” Peter shrugged, fingers picking at the skin around his nails. 

“Well there wasn’t a lot about you on the application. I know you attend Queenburough and have two jobs, but that’s about it.” Harley quirks an eyebrow, elbows leaning on the table in front of him.

“I’m majoring in engineering and minoring in psychology. I live in a one room apartment that smells like a dumpster because it’s all I can afford– or was. I like photography, but I haven't had much time to get into it again, though.” Peter shrugged, eyes meeting Harley’s every now and again. 

“Got any family that lives ‘round here?” Harley leans forward as he studies Peter. The hurt that flashes across Peter’s face is only there for a split second, then it’s gone again. 

“No.” He answers simply and Harley furrows his eyebrows. It’s obvious his question had been a surprise and touchy subject for Peter.

“They live out of state?” Harley assumed Peter’s situation could be similar to his. He misses his ma and Abbie and makes a mental note to call them at some point this week. 

“Uh, no. I don’t really have any family left.” Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes avoiding Harley’s. The pieces fell into place and Harley lets out a small ‘oh’ at Peter’s words. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Harley’s mouth is dry– he doesn’t know what else to say, really. 

“It’s alright. I think I’m slowly coming to terms with it.” Peter dares to meet Harley’s gaze. His stomach turns at the look of pity on Harley’s face. 

“Ya shouldn’t have to. Look, I’m gonna be honest– I could really use a roommate. The woman that’s practically my second mother has been on my ass about not living alone. And it seems like you could use some company yourself, so, when can you move in?” There’s a few steps Harley skips in the interviewing process, throwing caution to the wind. He’s drawn to Peter and he doesn’t particularly know why, but he wants to. 

“That’s it?” Peter’s jaw is dropped, eyebrows raised. 

“Well, yeah.” Harley shrugs. He figured Peter would be eager at his offer. 

“How much is rent?” Peter asks before he dives head first into what the blonde is offering him.

“$150 a month. I’m pretty well off, honestly, and I would really just need you to pay for utilities and groceries.” Peter has to stop his jaw from hitting the table. 

“Any rules I should know about up front?” Peter believes this is too good to be true.

“I would prefer if you kept your dirty shoes off the rug, don’t forget to clean up after yourself, and shower everyday. Don’t need ya stinkin up the place.” Harley rattles off. “If you let me do me, I’ll let ya do you. Simple as that.”

“Well of course I’m gonna shower everyday who do you think I am?” Peter rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest.

“I don’t know your life, Parker.” Harley pops the ‘p’ if Peters last name in a satisfying and annoying way.

“Well, what if I was a murderer? And-and you just let me move in with you on a whim?”  Peter gaped, hands motioning wildly. Harley blinked at the boy.

“Well are you?” Peter paused, staring back at the blonde. 

“Am I a murderer?” Peter re-affirmed, voice hushed as to not alarm the other patrons enjoying their coffee.

“Yeah, are you?” Harley challenged, arms crossed against his chest. He already knew the answer.

“No! Of course not–” Harley cuts Peter off by standing, the legs of his chair scraping against the tile floor. 

“Then it’s settled. You’re moving in with me.” Harley won’t take no for an answer. 

…

It’s a week later and Peter has packed all of his life into a total of four boxes. Harley is supposed to pick him up and help him move, but now that Peter is all packed, he realizes there’s not much help to be had. 

A knock at his door snaps him out of his trance and he moves to open it. On the other side, there’s Harley who looks like he’s just seen a homeless man piss into a bottle at Central Park and throw it in the kids playground. “You weren’t joking about the dumpster smell, Pete.” Harley pushed past Peter and into the small, empty apartment. 

“I’m all packed up.” Peter says, choosing to ignore Harley’s comment. Harley places his hands on his hips and surveys the room, his eyes landing on the four boxes stacked neatly across the room. 

“Only four boxes?” Harley turns around, head tilted like a confused puppy.

Peter nods back at him, “to be fair, when I first moved here there was only one.” 

Harley can’t decide whether to laugh or frown, so he settles on pulling his lips into a thin line. “Well let’s get a move on, Parker.”

It takes them one whole trip for the both of them to take the four boxes downstairs to Harley’s car. Peter knows he should be at least a bit embarrassed, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He doesn’t think Harley cares that much either; it just makes the process a whole lot easier anyhow. 

Peter’s honestly impressed that Harley even has a car. New Yorkers don’t really own cars and when they do they have money.

“You drive?” Peter breaks the silence that has fallen over the two on the drive to Harley’s apartment.

“Good observation, sweetheart.” Harley smirks and Peter fumbles on his next words.

“No-no like— I know of maybe two people that own cars and live in the thick of New York,” Peter clarifies and Harley hums.

“Well I’m not from around here. I moved up from Tennessee for college and in Tennessee you can’t really walk anywhere too quickly. Had to learn how to drive to get around and get a half decent job– although that’s a joke when it comes to Rose Hill.” Harley explains. Peter mentally notes Harley’s accent. Makes sense.

“Do you like it here?” Peter keeps the topic focused on Harley. Harley doesn’t need to know about Peter. Peter is solely moving in with Harley because he can no longer afford to live on his own and there was no way that he could’ve passed up the deal he was offered. After losing May, MJ, and Ned he’s decided and determined to keep everyone at arms length.

“Not really, no. The city stinks all the time, people are downright rude, and traffic constantly bites you in the ass.” Harley complains, fingers drumming impatiently along the steering wheel as they sit in traffic. “What about you? Have you always lived here?” 

“Yeah. Born and raised in Queens.” Peter’s reply is short and strained, making it obvious he doesn’t want to talk about himself any further. Harley doesn’t get the memo and continues with his questions. 

“Ah, so you’re a true New Yorkian.” Harley’s fingers now drum along the wheel to the faint beat of the song that’s playing through the speakers instead of impatiently. 

“That is not a real term.” Peter points out and Harley rolls his eyes, turning for just a moment to face Peter. 

“It is now. I’ve just decided.” And Peter groans, elbow leaning on the console between them and hiding his face in his palm. 

“You shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions like that. They don’t seem like they’re good ones,” Peter looks up and is met with Harley’s right profile. He’s staring at the car ahead, just now moving forward.

“How would you know? You’ve only known me for a week.” Harley shoots back and Peter snorts. 

“Exactly. And now I’m moving in with you.” Harley is silent and Peter thinks he’s finally won the argument, but then–

“You agreed. I didn’t kidnap you; you came willingly.” Peter can’t really argue with that one.

Harley: 1, Peter: 0.

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hunger games parker/irondad au snippet anyone?

“They’re looking. All of ‘em.” Harley kept his voice low. He grabbed Peter’s sleeve and pulled him behind the chariot so that only the tributes from 12 had a decent view of them. 

Peter allowed himself to be led. His eyes flicked up and down Harley’s body. “I’m not surprised. You look…” he swallowed, licked his lips, “good.”

Harley would have rolled his eyes, but that would have meant he’d had to stop looking at Peter for longer than a second. Instead, he crossed his arms only for Peter to bat at him repeatedly.

“You’ll crease!” he exclaimed.

“I don’t care,” Harley shot back, unfolding his arms anyway. Peter’s mouth quirked upwards and he resisted the childish urge to stick his tongue out at him. Scarily, despite only spending a few minutes here and there together, that familiar pull had started to tug on his heart. “We look stupid.”

Peter looked down at himself and shook his head. He leaned closer to whisper, “We look the best of everyone here.”

The styling of the tributes, traditionally, took inspiration from their main export to the Triskelion. That why, behind them, the tributes from 12 were dressed up to look like sparkly coal miners, and why Brandt and Savin up ahead wore extravagant farmers overalls. The costumes were never understated, no matter how basic the premise. No, they were always done up to the nines in incredibly over the top creations that just had to beat the year previous. 

But Peter and Harley’s outfits… They were simple in their own kind of way. They didn’t rely on shock factor or spectacle, they were just designed to look fucking good. And it worked. Really worked. Their costumes weren’t the most complex, or ambitious, but their straightforwardness made them stand out amongst the rest. 

Harley leaned in too, ignoring the quickening of his heart when he picked up the faint smell of Peter’s bubble bath. “Why do we look the best of everyone here?” Peter frowned at that, eyes asking for clarification. Harley tried again, “Why do we look the best? Why not 1? Or 2, they’re the textiles district.”

“Oh.” This time, Peter’s frown was out of curiosity. “That’s a good point, actually. I mean that's… that’s weird, right? Our tributes last year looked… not like this. Abe–” he cut off abruptly.

Harley knew Peter and Abe had been friends back in school. Watching anyone die in the Games was harrowing, but a hundred times worse when it was someone you actually knew. Everyone in the districts had a bit too much experience with that. Knowing Peter–which he didn’t–he’d want to keep his emotions below the surface, but Harley imagined it must be hard not to think about Abe walking these same steps they were now. Right to the bitter end. Not to mention his parents...

“Peter, something weird is going–”

A loud horn cut him off. From the dark shadows, Hydra Agents marched up the line and instructed everyone to mount their carriages. Peter and Harley shared a quick look before doing as they were told. The Agents did not look in a mood to be messed about.

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