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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: no way home spoilers sorta, swearing

After getting the call from Peter, I went right to the lot where I kept my Volkswagen bus and pulled out. Drumming against the wheel, I waited in front of the Sanctum Santorium. I checked my phone but I couldn’t see anything from Peter or Stephen. Shrugging to myself, I turned up the music and waited for the teen to emerge. A knock on the passenger door had me climbing into the back and opening the door.

“Alright Pete. They should all fit in here.” My eyes narrowed as I took in the man wrapped up in what appeared to be his own mechanical arms. My eyes drifted to the other man wearing an electric engineers uniform and the man made of sand. “Someone might have to ride up front.” I muttered as I hopped out.

“I’m riding with may with one of the others. Uh, they can decide who can sit up front.” Peter moved to the side and I was frozen by who I saw.

“Norman? Norman Osborn?” The man in question turned to face me and his eyes lit up at the sight of me.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” He asked. I nodded. His face fell after a second. “But not the one I know.” He looked at Peter for confirmation and he nodded. I stepped in front of him and cocked my head.

“I know you’re not the Norman I know but damn you look the same.” He smiled sadly at me as the other men ignored the two of us and climbed into the bus. Peter patted my arm and I snapped out of my thoughts.

“They’re all in. We’re going to happys apartment.” I nodded and opened the passenger door for Norman.

“You may need to go up first to buzz us in Pete. You know Hap’s security system will alert him otherwise.” Norman got into the bus and I closed the door.

“Good idea.” Peter closed up the back. “See you there.” Peter headed over to Mays van and I got in my bus.

“How do you know me?” I asked Norman as I started driving. The music was left slightly loud so the others couldn’t hear our conversation but they were bickering amongst themselves anyway.

“You worked for Oscorp. With Octavius. He introduced us.” Norman let the sentence hang in the air, letting me draw my own conclusions.

“What happened?” My eyes flickered off the road for a second and my heart cracked at the look on Normans face. “You don’t have to…”

“You died.” I tensed at the other man’s voice. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone forward with the experiment. Both you and Norman warned me. I didn’t listen.” My eyes flew to the rear view mirror and met Otto’s. “You paid the price.” Norman looked out the window and I saw his fists clench out of the corner of my eye.

“For the last time Otto, I’ve forgiven you for that.” Norman ground out. “I was also responsible. I wanted (Y/N) there to record the results. I shouldn’t have asked them to be there. There…it’s both our faults. But we moved on from that.” I took one last look at the man behind me before looking back to the road. He looked guilty and grief stricken at what happened.

“I see.” I whispered. The bus grew silent as we drew near Happys apartment complex. “How do you know Norman? I thought he didn’t exist in this universe?” Otto asked. I smiled.

“He did. Once upon a time.” I shrugged. “When I was in college, he was finishing up his first PhD. He was assigned to tutor me in physics. One thing led to another and…” as I pulled up at the complex I turned to look at Norman. “He was my fiancé.” Normans eyes drifted down to my hand, where the ring still sat.

“why didn’t you get married?” The sandman asked. My eyes stayed glued to Norman.

“There was a break in at the lab where he was working.” Normans eyebrow raised. “He was stabbed. Died before anyone got there.” Norman started to reach out for me before I shook myself off and got out of the bus. “Peter has already disabled the security alarm so we can just go up.” I opened up the back of the bus and let everyone else out. Norman helped me corral them into the elevator and up to happys apartment. It was awkward as we rode up. Peter was at the door, ushering everyone in while I went to the room may was currently residing in.

“How you holding up kiddo?” She asked on my way past. I stopped for a second and shrugged, not missing the way Octavius or may looked at me.

“I’m alright.” With a fleeting glance at octavius, I smiled apologetically. “I’ll be better when everyone gets back home. No offense doctor.”

“none taken.” He shrugged as much as he could still wrapped up in the actuators. “I’ll be happier when I get back too.” I nodded and continued on my way to the room.

“If you need me.” I pointed at the room and everyone nodded. Laying back on the bed, I turned on the Tv and settled in to wait. Eventually, there was a knock on the door. “It’s open!” The door opened and Norman walked through.

“Hi.” He was playing with his hands, a habit I knew meant nervousness.

“Hey.” I sat up straighter on the bed and patted it as a silent offer for him to sit down. He shook his head.

“They’re going to test the chip on otto.” He pointed over his shoulder. “If you wanted to see.” I nodded and got up to follow him. “My cure is almost done. And I wanted to talk to you about something.” I watched him carefully before Peter grabbed my attention by forcing octavius to rise to the second level.

“After?” I pointed to the action and Norman nodded. He discreetly slipped his hand into mine and I squeezed it. We watched as everything worked and Norman joined Peter in the makeshift lab. I went back to the room and waited. After a while Norman walked in.

“All cured.” He joked as he sat down on the bed. I smiled at him and he leaned against the headboard. “I wanted to talk to you about what happens…” i shook my head.

“Norman, we can’t. Youll leave and things go back the way they are.” I bit my lip and looked away from him. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have?” Norman nodded and held his arms open. I curled up against him and that was how we fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, he was gone.

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frost-queen · 4 months

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Starcrossed lovers (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: You & Peter were in love till he lost you. Pulled through a portal he did not expected to meet you again on a different earth. When the battle against Green Goblin in upon them has Peter a chance to forgive himself but at what cost? [ part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Y/n.” – Peter breathed out. Some electricity flickered dangerously above his head. You gasped loud looking up to him. Feet dangling in the air as his hand in yours was the only thing holding you in place. – “Peter…” – you said anxiously. The broken insides of the construction site clear. In the midst of the building you were hanging. Your life literally in Peter’s hand.

He himself hung stuck on a support bar made of metal with only his web. You gasped again hearing the construction site tremble. Feeling as if the place was coming down any second. You looked down at the gaping hole ready to swallow you whole. – “Don’t… don’t look down Y/n.” – Peter said with a clenched expression.

He felt his hand sweat underneath his suit, hoping it wouldn’t lose his grip on you. The construction site shook again, trembling and breathing as it disturbed the peace. Peter and you bounced a bit trying to stay steady. – “Peter!” – you called out wanting him to look at you. Peter was panting, holding onto you with every might. He looked down at you seeing the fear in your eyes. Yet there was also something else hiding in your eyes. Acceptance? Peter felt his hand slip in yours, making him groan loud. It made your feet dangle more knowing he couldn’t hold you any longer

You knew as good as anyone that Peter couldn’t save the both of you. It was him or you. It was an easy choice to make. The world needed spiderman, but the world didn’t need Y/n Y/l/n. It was an easy choice. You or him. You slowly closed your eyes, squeezing them gently shut as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Peter groaned again as he felt his grip falter on you. – “I’ll… I’ll figure something out Y/n.” – Peter said looking around to see how he was going to get out of here.

“I have to!” – Peter shouted at himself as you slowly opened your eyes once more. – “Peter I love you.” – you said making him look down at you. His eyes widened finally seeing the meaning in your eyes. You opened your hand, letting it lean back so his grip faltered.

Your hand slipped out of his as you descended into the abyss. – “No!” – Peter shouted releasing his web. You were falling. Peter diving after you, reaching his hand out to you. A web shot out aiming at you in the hopes of catching you. Your eyes were glossy from the held in tears. The wind catching you like hands trying to ease your fall. Peter’s web reached and attached itself to your stomach. He called it out trying to lift you up but the ground was reaching faster. Faster then he could’ve pulled you up. Your back smacked against the hard floor, bouncing off. It was fast. Quicker than falling asleep. Red crimes blood staining the hard floor. Peter landed beside you, picking you up carefully. For his pain could never be healed.

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“Just think of Peter!” – you called out slightly annoyed. – “Okay, okay.” – Ned replied jumpy as you were making him nervous. – “Just hold on.” – he added moving away from you. MJ sighed loud with a shake of her head. – “I need to concentrate for this.” – he told you. – “Then concentrate.” – you answered bitsy. MJ got up grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Give him some space.” – she said pulling you backwards away from Ned. You surrendered holding your hands up. – “I’ll won’t say a thing.” – you told her as MJ sat you down. – “Here have a cookie.” – she slid the tiny plate with cookies closer to you.

Cookies Ned’s grandma had made. You didn’t want to accept one as MJ took one and forced it into your hand. With one stern glance of her, she forced you to remain silent and eat it. Ned wiggled his shoulders to prepare himself like a boxer would before entering the ring. He moved his fingers in front of him, closing his eyes. – “Think of Peter Parker. Think of Peter Parker.” – he mumbled to himself. Slowly little orange flickers appeared in the midst of his grandma’s living room. MJ’s eyes widened as the orange sparks increased. Tumbling in a spiralling way as they grew wider.

Creating an opening. Your eyes widened as well making you drop your cookie out of shock. The portal opened more as you could look into an alleyway. A figure unclear. – “Peter! Hey Peter!” – Ned called out. The figure turned around pointing confused at himself. – “Peter come’ on!” – Ned urged not knowing how long he could open this portal. The figure approached jumping through the portal. – “It worked.” – MJ said looking at spiderman. The spiderman looked from Ned to MJ, then his eyes fell on you. It made him take off his mask, hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

Ned and MJ gasped loud. – “Who are you?” – Ned asked loud. It drew spiderman’s attention away from you. – “I’m Peter.” – he said friendly. – “No, we are looking for Peter… Peter Parker.” – MJ stated looking suspiciously at him. – “My name is Peter Parker.” – his gaze going back to you. MJ furrowed her brows looking back at you confused. – “No, our Peter is spiderman.” – Ned addressed. – “I am spiderman.” – Peter replied looking briefly at Ned. MJ grabbed a bagel throwing at Peter.

Peter furrowed his brows, moving his hands away, gesturing why. – “I wanted to test your spider tingle.” – she told him. – “I have the spider tingle just not for bread.” – he told her. You snorted loud finding it very funny. Hearing you laugh made Peter’s face light up. – “We summoned the wrong Peter.” – Ned said out loud making you get up. You brushed past MJ and Ned coming over to Peter.

You started circling around Peter taking a close look at him. When you came to the front and your eyes met, you smiled sheepishly. – “Hi.” – you said softly. – “Hi…” – Peter replied with a saddened smile. You lifted his arm up, going underneath it as you examined his suit. Went around his back to the side, taking his other arm. You faced his palm up checking his spider webs.

You pressed on it accidently gluing your fingers to his device. You chuckled sheepishly. – “Sorry.” – you spoke. Peter smiled till his smile faltered having been brought back to a memory. He remembered when you had done the exact same thing once. He pulled the web of your fingers, freeing you. – “He seems real enough to me.” – you told MJ and Ned. Peter who had put his mask between his teeth, raised his arms in a way of telling MJ and Ned he was telling the truth. He pulled his mask out of his mouth with a smile. MJ still had her suspicion on him. – “Don’t mind MJ, she is a bit untrusting towards people.” – you told Peter.

“That’s okay.” – Peter answered almost saying your name. It almost blurted out so naturally he had missed saying it. Ned took a deep breath. – “Alright attempt number two.” – he prepared himself again for another go. Peter stepped aside joining your side. He watched Ned swirl his hand in a circle to open another portal. – “I’m Y/n.” – you told him making him look back at you. – “I know…” – he whispered saddened. You quirked up your eyebrow. Peter kept staring at you, unable to grasp that you were standing here beside him.

If he could, he would’ve grabbed you and kissed you like his life depended on it. It hurt, hurt being so vividly reminded of the loss of you in his world. It felt like a blessing that he got to speak to you again, yet it felt bittersweet knowing you were from somewhere else. A different earth. – “So uhm…” – Peter began half watching Ned’s attempts to open another portal. – “Peter… your Peter are you… his…” – Peter felt ridiculous and silly for even asking it.

He just wanted to know if his alternative Peter was yours. You picked up on it, laughing loud. – “Oh no, I’m just a friend. MJ is Peter’s girlfriend.” – you nudged with your head at MJ. – “Okay…” – he whispered out with a saddened smile. A new portal opened as a second person walked out, claiming to be Peter Parker as well. MJ sighed disappointed as Ned could only chuckle awkwardly.

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“Can the spiderman come out to play?” – all three Peter’s turned their head at the familiar voice. Green Goblin riding his hoverboard as he unleashed his green bombs. They were coming towards the building aiming for Dr. Strange. Doc Oc’s attached arms grabbed them out of the air, protecting Dr. Strange. They exploded in his metal grip. Stephen gasped when Green Goblin flew by, grabbing the cube from him.

Peter, the Peter from this earth turned his head in shock. Doc Oc flung a metallic arm at him, taking a hold of the hoverboard. Green Goblin was being held in place making him look surprised back. Strange flung a whip to Green Goblin taking back the cube. It hovered between his hands as he sighed relieved. Green Goblin turned snapping off one of Doc Oc’s arms. Doc Oc cursed in pain with frustration. The cube slowly turned in Stephan’s hand as all three Peter’s widened their eyes.

All seeing the green bomb ball inside the cube. – “Strange no!” – Peter one shouted holding his hand out. The bomb exploded releasing the magic inside it with blasts as two spheric rings blasted through the building. The entire building shook as it made you stumble out of balance, knocking into Ned. Ned, MJ and you were a few levels below, unaware of what was happening up there. The heavy shield destined for the statue of liberty released from it’s position.

With a heavy weight it scorched a way down the building. Breaking everything in it’s wake. The platform you were on shook immensely. Even shifted as you lost your balance. Making you stumble backwards as your arms flayed around for any balance. You tipped over the edge with a loud scream. Ned unable to grab you in time as he clutched onto a pipe, nearly falling down himself.

Your scream was hearable till the top. Making all three Peter’s look up with worry. Peter, Peter three was the first one to react. His scream deafened out as he leaped off the building. Not again. Why was he tormented like this again? Having to relive the moment he lost you. Your hands grabbing for any support. Peter dived down getting pulled back to the memory of where he had seen you fall before. The way you had shown acceptance in your eyes.

Yet your eyes were different. Full of fear. Only fear, no acceptance. He came at you with speed, determination on his mind. Not again. No more he would let you fall. He opened his arms, wrapping them tightly around you as the impact made you twirl in the air. Peter shot out a web as it stuck to a metal bar. His falling slowed down as he landed swiftly on his feet with you in his arms.

Shocked you were panting. Thinking you might have been done for it. Peter was panting too, looking quickly at you. – “Are… are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, keeping your hands around his neck. – “Yeah… I’m okay.” – you breathed out shakily. Peter felt himself tear up. – “Are… are you okay?” – you asked seeing how emotional he had become. He nodded with a saddened face. – “I am now…” – he answered letting his forehead rest against yours. He set you down on the ground, holding you by your waist.

Knowing how shaky you still are from the fall. Peter sobbed loud, wrapping his arms tightly around you. – “I caught you. I caught you Y/n.” – he said making you hug him firmer. – “You did.” – you whispered to him, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Peter pulled himself a bit back from the hug, wiping some hair out of your face. He chuckled out a smile between his sobs seeing you alive in his arms.

You kissed Peter again on the cheek, feeling as if you had known him your entire life. Your kiss felt bittersweet as he knew he couldn’t keep you forever. You weren’t from his earth so he couldn’t bring you back. Peter tilted your head leaving a kiss on your forehead. – “Stay out of sight and save.” – he said giving you a slight nudge into a direction. – “I will.” – you told him, going into hiding.

Peter looked back at you, wishing he could keep you, but he couldn’t. His feelings for you had never died out. It hurt, yet it hurt good that he was able to love you a little longer. Hang onto you that little longer to be able to forgive himself. If he could he would take you with him. Knowing you were save on another earth pleased him. Yet he would do anything to try and find a way to be reunited with you again. Even if it meant dying in the process. He couldn’t live without you. You were his entire world.

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Norman awoke early in the morning, unable to sleep soundly due to his worries. The fear he felt for you twisted in his mind. And that fear was a portal for an unwanted guest.

‘We should go now. Be there before the little twerp even shows up.’

Norman groaned, rolling over to check the time. It was only 7am. He still had another 3 hours before he promised to arrive.

“She will be alright,” Norman promised himself and the Goblin.

‘Don’t be so sure, Norman. Anything could happen between then and now. You cannot leave our precious Y/N alone. She’s ours to protect.’

Norman rolled his eyes.

“From what she describes, this Dan miscreant is a pathetic waste of space. There is very little chance that he actually poses a threat of any kind.”

‘Are you willing to take that risk?’

No.

Norman was not.

Throwing his covers to the side, Norman got in the shower. He hoped that you wouldn’t mind him coming early. He’d probably just wait in his car outside.

Yes.

That would suffice.

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You were awoken by the sound of banging. Bolting upright from your bed, you scurried into the front room to find Tracy hiding by the phone as someone knocked angrily on the door. You barely had time to process what was happening before an venomous shout reached your ears.

“I know you’re in there Tracy! Come on! You called me!”

Dan was here.

Tracy looked at you with fear, too frightened to say a word. You snuck across the room to her, afraid that Dan might hear you.

“I am so sorry,” she whispered, “I am never drinking again so long as I live!”

“Shhh. If we wait him out, he’ll probably leave.”

The two of you stayed against the wall, eyes on the door. Dan shouted a few more times before you heard his footsteps leave off down the hall. After waiting for a long moment, you smiled.

“See? He can’t do anything-”

CRASH!

Glass showered into the room as a brick smashed through your window. Tracy screamed, grabbing onto you as Dan climbed in off the fire escape.

“This is ridiculous!” He snapped, “Why didn’t you answer the door?”

“What has gotten into you?!” You demanded, “Are you crazy?!”

Dan fixed you with a glare and in that moment you realized a horrific truth- you had never really known him. Right now, looking into those eyes, it was clear that he was capable of anything.

You stood between Dan and Tracy, slowly moving towards the door. Dan picked up the brick and pointed it at you.

“I am sick and tired of you messing everything up.”

“Me?” You squawked.

“Yes, you. You messed up the whole dynamic. First you turned Kevin against me, and then you took Tracy!”

“You did that to yourself,” you snapped, “Don’t blame me for your own stupid behavior.”

“I won’t let you take her from me,” Dan snarled.

Then he charged.

“Go!”

You shoved Tracy ahead of you toward the door. Dan swung down at you with the brick, but you rolled out of the way. Frantically, you kicked upward between his legs causing him to double over. Tracy had gotten the door open and was standing there, hand outstretched to you.

“Come on!”

You scrambled to your feet, desperate to reach her. But the brick came sailing past your head. You were quick and dodged it.

Tracy was not so lucky.

The edge of the brick clipped her temple and she fell back into the hallway on her knees. You screamed in horror, trying to gather her in your arms to see if she was okay. But Dan came up behind you and grabbed a fist full of your hair. He yanked you back and then did the unthinkable.

He hefted Tracy up and threw her down the stairs.

You stared in horror at Tracy’s seemingly lifeless body laying broken on the floor. She had to be breathing… Please God let her still be breathing.

“Now look what you made me do,” Dan growled, “This is your fault.”

He yanked you back into the apartment by your hair and slammed your head into the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to knock you out immediately, but your vision blurred as your thoughts ran together. You wanted to scream again, try to alert your neighbors. But you couldn’t form words.

“You always acted like you were so much better than me,” Dan said, “Like you couldn’t even give me the time of day. Ya know, the only reason I went out with Tracy was because you were too much of an arrogant bit-”

Dan’s rant was cut short by a hand grabbing his throat. He released you, allowing you to fall to the ground. Looking up, you smiled at your savior and finally managed to whisper something before you passed out.

“Norman.”

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Norman was on sabbatical.

The sight of you held in Dan’s grasp was enough for him to relinquish control to someone actually capable of protecting you.

“Are you prepared for the kind of death you’ve earned, little man?”

Dan’s eyes bugged out of his head as The Goblin’s grip got even tighter. Raising him up into the air, Goblin slowly walked him towards the window.

“What… what are you… gah!”

The Goblin stepped out onto the fire escape and pinned his prey up against the banister.

“Any last words?”

“Please! Please don’t kill me! This is all a misunderstanding!!”

The Goblin leaned forward into Dan’s face, teeth bared.

“You never should’ve touched her.”

Then Goblin smiled wickedly.

“Have a nice trip!”

And with that, he flipped him over the railing.

Dan screamed the whole way down and the Goblin waited for the satisfying wet SPLAT of his corpse hitting the concrete. His brains sprayed the ground in an almost artistic way.

“Beautiful,” the Goblin mused.

“Nor-Norman?”

The Goblin shuttered at the sound of your voice. Thankfully, his back was to you, so you couldn’t see his face. This gave him time to compose himself, loosen his tie and shirt, and turn to you looking properly disheveled. As if Dan had actually put up a fight.

He had to play his part after all.

“Y/N?!” He said in an almost perfect imitation of Norman, “Are you alright?!”

He ran to your side, hands running over you under the guise of checking for injuries. Touching you brought him great joy. He had begged Norman to let him out just so he could know every inch of you. However, when he touched the bruise that was forming on your head, he felt the rage that had caused Norman to relinquish control in the first place. If Dan wasn’t already dead, The Goblin would’ve killed him again.

“Tracy… is she-?!”

“She’s not my concern,” the Goblin answered honestly, “All that matters is you.”

The look in your eyes let him know that he had made a mistake. You pulled out of his grasp and ran out into the hall. He followed after you, watching as you checked the young woman’s pulse. You smiled through your tears, happy that she was alive. But the Goblin did not share in your joy. Jealousy spiked within him and he wanted to jerk you away from her. After all, this entire situation was Tracy’s fault to begin with.

“Norman! Call for an ambulance! Please.”

The pleading look in your eyes caused the real Norman to start rising to the surface.

But the Goblin wasn’t about to give up his control.

Knowing he had to play along, Goblin did as you asked of him. He waited in jealous silence for the authorities to come. You had wanted to ride with Tracy to the hospital, but instead you stayed and gave your statement. And then the police turned their attention to “Norman”.

He could see the recognition in their eyes- they knew who he was.

“So what exactly happened here?” The officer questioned.

“I was outside when I heard the shouting. By the time I got inside, Miss Lombard was already unconscious. He didn’t give me much choice. I had to defend myself and Miss Y/N. It all happened so fast…. The next thing I knew he was going over the railing. I… I didn’t mean for that to happen. I tried to grab him….”

The Goblin had to fight to keep from laughing. So instead he tried his best to look distraught, turning his stifled laughter into a fake sob.

“And you just so happened to be in the area?”

The Goblin glanced at you, as he answered.

“No… I was coming over here to discuss work with Miss Y/N. She is my secretary.”

The officer nodded, accepting the answer.

“You did a good thing here today, Mr. Osborn.”

With a nod, the Goblin smiled.

“If we’re done here, I’d like to take Y/N to the hospital.”

“I’m fine I don’t need-”

The Goblin gave you a stern look and you fell silent. You looked confused, no doubt noticing the subtle differences in your boyfriend. That was to be expected- you were quite clever.

“You’re free to go,” the officer said, “We’ll clean up here. You go get that head looked at. You could have a concussion.”

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spider-stark · 1 year

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Forever Indebted

HARRY OSBORN X READER

Summary - Peter Parker might’ve saved your life, but Harry Osborn owns your heart.

Warnings - mature themes, cheating

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IT WAS a tale as old as time, an unavoidable fate that had been sealed a millenia ago. In every iteration of the story, the hero gets the girl—and he deserves the girl, does he not?

After all, how else are you meant to repay him? The sung hero saves not only your life, but also your world, and then his only request is the promise of your hand in his; how could you say no? Is it even a choice?

You find yourself indebted to them, your blood running cold at the realization that they hadn’t just saved your life, they had claimed it.

You become bound to them, that hero that liberates you from the shackles of death. You become obligated to love them after they save your body; your flesh, your bones, the mortal husk that encompasses your being.

But what of the one that saves your soul? The one that saves your passion, your vivacity, your charm—the epitome of you?

How do you repay him?

Can you?

“God-I missed you.”

The words washed over you, laced with an intoxicating blend of desperation and adoration. Soft, slender fingers moved towards your face, gingerly brushing a stray hair into place.

He had never let anyone see this side of him before—allowed them to see him look so tender, so breakable—but you were the sole exception to the rule, the only one with the ability to crumble the towering walls he’d built around himself.

“Why do you think I’m here?” You teased him, your arms lazily slung around his neck, a few mere inches being the only thing separating the two of you. “Figured you were probably having withdrawals by now.”

Harry could only watch as a playful grin tugged at your lips, an unfamiliar warmth spreading throughout his chest as he felt your fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. You’re right, he thought to himself, too enamored with you to remember how to form words, I couldn’t have gone another day, another hour, another second without you.

Love had been such a strange concept to him, one that still proved to be overwhelming at times. He had been raised differently, taught to take whatever scraps he was given, to lick love off of knives and never complain when his mouth filled with copper. Until you, he had never known love could be so sickeningly sweet, a sensation powerful enough to make his teeth ache.

“How long do we have?” His voice cracked under the pressure of unspoken emotions, a light touch coming to cradle your cheek, studying your face as he held you—he worked to commit every freckle, every line, every curve to memory.

Too often that was all he had of you, a memory of the moments shared behind closed doors, the rest of his time spent yearning for them, dreaming of them, living for them. You had become his lifeline, the sole tether to his sanity; and he became the same for you.

You nuzzled into his hand, eyes fluttering shut as you savored the warmth of his skin pressed to yours. He watched as you smiled, the subtle and apologetic kind of smile that always left his stomach feeling taut. “Not long.”

If you had a choice, you would have stayed here with him forever.

You would have locked yourself away in his office and hoped that the walls of Oscorp could serve as an impenetrable fortress. You would have let him lay you down against the cool mahogany of his desk, allowed his body to curve into yours as you turned every aberrant thought you’d ever had about him into reality.

You wanted him to corrupt you, to drain every ounce of purity from your body, until there was nothing good left for Spider-Man to claim.

“It’s okay.” Harry hummed, the lie slipping through his teeth so easily that you almost believed it. The truth was in his eyes, though, the unspoken words having drowned in pools of deep blue: Please, don’t go this time. Stay, stay here for another second, another moment, maybe a day—you could stay forever, if you’d like. “We’ll make the most of it.”

You swallowed roughly, forcing yourself to nod, the only response you could try to offer.

There was no such thing as enough time with Harry. Before him, you had never wished for eternity, unable to bear the thought of spending so long at your captors side. Now you could only dream of an eternity spent by Harry’s side, though you were convinced that even that would be insufficient.

You hadn’t been fortunate enough to be granted such a vast measure of time, though, cursed to have only this.

Moments so excruciatingly short that they made you consider the striking brevity of life, made you wonder what could have been if Spider-Man hadn’t been the one to save you.

I would rather be dead than indebted to him, a private thought you’d never share, an admission that changed nothing of your circumstance. Yet, still, whenever you looked at Harry you knew it to be true; I would rather be dead than spend another moment without your touch.

You had grown to despise Peter, not only for the choice he made, but because you knew that if you only asked, he would let you go. That was the agonizing complexity of the situation; knowing he would give you what you wanted, but being unable to ask, too aware of what he had given for you, what he had sacrificed.

How does one turn away a hero? How do you deny him his only desire?

What a cruel thing it had become, you often thought to yourself, to feel as if you owe someone your life.

But oh, you would sigh, collapsing into Harry’s arms and inhaling the scent of vanilla and bitter coffee, how easy it would be to give that life to him.

He finally drew you from your thoughts, patience wearing thin as his free hand slipped around your waist, effectively pulling you closer to his chest. Your breathing stilled as he neared closer, his lips having missed your mouth in favor of your ear.

The unexpected warmth of his breath sent chills down your spine as spoke, “I want you.”

It was a statement so suggestive in nature, yet having been said so delicately that it urged you to ache for him. Of course he had wanted your body; wanted you in the most carnal ways that you could imagine. But he also wanted more than that—he wanted to leave no part of you untouched, no part unloved.

“I’ll always want you.” He vowed, leaving a trail of faint kisses along your jawline, the tender gesture serving as a silent promise of its own; even if you’re not mine, even if only in private.

His silken lips continued to travel along your face, and once they finally found their home against your own you found yourself wanting to scream to him; But I am! My body, my soul, my very being. I will carve your name into my heart, let your love seep into my skin and flow through my veins because I. Am. Yours.

But you didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. His mouth moved so fervently against your own that you were unable to will yourself to do anything other than sink into the blissful feeling, painfully aware that it wouldn’t last near as long as you’d want it to.

The hand resting on your cheek slid to the base of your neck, holding you in place as the sheer force of his kiss parted your lips, the taste of him on your tongue numbing your senses entirely. You had become addicted to him—the sensation of his hands desperately roaming your body, always seeking new ways to pull you closer; the devout way he uttered your name under his breath, letting it drip from his tongue as if it were the only prayer he could remember.

It was a sensation so pure, so unadulterated and ardent that you wondered how you could ever force yourself to walk away from him. It was true that Peter Parker had been the one to save your life, but you knew that Harry Osborn was the only reason you felt alive.

You tugged at his suit-coat, forcing him to abandon his grip on you in order to shed the unnecessary fabric onto the floor. A low whine was the only sound you could create, a plea for him to keep going, to remove the thin black undershirt that had been beneath it. He only chuckled at your desperation before pulling it over his head and tossing it to the ground as well.

You immediately went for his bare skin, the muscles tensing under the freezing touch, a string of expletives escaping his lips at the unexpected feeling. He wasted little time returning to his previous actions, though, pushing himself into your mouth once again.

The way your body ached for him was so evident, arching into his touch as his hands pushed underneath your top. He fought the urge to mark you, every ounce of his willpower going into not dragging his nails along your spine, into not leaving dark bruises against your hips. Do it, you wanted to tell him, let him know who I really belong to.

Harry pulled back from your kiss, his lungs stinging from a lack of oxygen; but less than a second passed before you had your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him towards your neck with an enticing whimper.

You wanted him to be rough, wanted to feel the sting of his teeth sinking into your neck, your waist, your thighs. You wanted to be covered in him, let him claim every inch of your skin. The sight of you presenting yourself to him, so willing to let him have his way with you, made him want to throw caution to the side. Both of you knew that if he saw the marks then it would raise suspicion. Perhaps, though, that had been the point.

An open-mouthed kiss was placed against your jugular, his canines just barely grazing against you as he worked his way across your neck. “Please.” you begged, the one word having the power to bring him to his knees.

But, before he could act on the mutual desire, an ear-piercing noise sounded throughout the room; your phone vibrating on the other end of his desk. Both of you glanced in its direction, Peter’s name displayed on the cracked screen.

Your time was up.

The realization caused a violent crushing sensation to spread throughout your chest; the only remedy for the pain it caused was the chaste kiss Harry pressed against your temple, a similar feeling having coursed through him.

“I’ll see you soon?” You knew that he couldn’t answer the question, not with certainty, neither of you aware of when you’d be able to sneak off again.

He nodded anyways, his hand straightening your shirt, unbunching the fabric that had been pushed up your waist. “I’ll be waiting.”

You may have owed Peter your life, but there was no denying that Harry owned your heart.

a/n - im not sure if anyone even reads/writes harry osborn stuff anymore, but idc cause i love him.<3 but also the amount of time i’ve spent thinking about this concept is embarrassing. like honestly though, think about it! imagine how difficult it would be to have to turn down a hero, especially if they’ve saved your life. whether it’s intentional or not, there is such an odd power dynamic there and it would be difficult to not feel as if you owed them. trying to deny them would likely feel impossible, even if you were in love with someone else, ya know?? i feel like anyone would start to resent them and lead to them making poor choices. and how freaking fine dane dehaan is, i do not condone cheating. but gosh. dane <3

#harry osborn imagine #tasm harry osborn #harry osborn headcanon #peter parker imagine #harry osborn angst #harry osborn smut #harry osborn x reader #spiderman fanfiction #mcu imagine #andrew!peter imagine #green goblin imagine #harry osborn fluff #spiderman imagine

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grahambaham · 2 months

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SPIDER-MAN FIC REC

Off The Record - literally my second favorite fanfic of all time, out of all the fandoms I've ever read about. Peter is the badass he should be in all the fics and the plot is SO good and the characterizations are perfect and just oh my god it's so good. The fight scenes?? Best shit I've ever read. It's Spideypool, not mcu Peter obviously, that would be pedophilia, and they're so fucking adorable. The mystery?? AHHHHHHHH SO GOOD. Just read it, you will never be the same, I promise you.

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Summary:

Peter Parker is a corporate lackey whose sole job is to root out problem executives who waste Oscorp’s money and time. Wade Wilson is a reserve Avenger on the hunt for a prize even Iron Man couldn’t nail down: the real identity of everyone’s favorite webhead. Too bad most people think Spider-Man is Harry Osborn.

EDIT:

I just finished reading the sequel and it's just as good, oh my god, is this author fucking serious? This kind of perfection shouldn't fucking exist. I mean, just the writing alone? AHUWSWJDEK

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic recommendation #ao3 #fanfic rec #spider-man #spider man #spiderman #deadpool #peter parker #wade wilson #spideypool #harry osborn #gwen stacy #jessica jones #tony stark #steve rogers #norman osborn #green goblin

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pparkerized · 7 months

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misery loves company || tasm roleswap au (rewrite)

ao3 | old version

summary: the one where peter searches for a way to exact vengeance following the death of his uncle. unfortunately there are always consequences to such drastic actions.

word count: 2,066

While Peter crumples against the floor, his body convulsing as agonized screams tear his vocal chords apart, he wonders how he even got to this point.

He can recall, through the broken shards of his collapsing mind, that he had only resorted to this because he wanted something. No, he had needed something. What he desired was a necessity, even through the crippling pain that was clear to him. Revenge, he thinks numbly, clawing at the floor like a wounded animal. He knows that much, he had done this for a reason and that reason was because he needed revenge.

The pieces of his mind start to reassemble, though his body feels like it's still being stung by a dozen fire ants. A sharp buzzing makes its way through his entire body, causing him to violently shudder. There's a metallic taste in his mouth and he hacks up a mouthful of blood and saliva. His vision is blurred, hazy, his head throbs and feels as if he's just been hit with a truck. He feels as though he's dying. Yet his body, even though it's been torn apart from within, doesn't give in.

Revenge. Peter grasps that one coherent thought by the strings before he can lose it, so he doesn't lose himself to the pain instead. He knows why now, in the haze of all the burning he'd almost forgotten. Uncle Ben. Peter wonders if his Uncle had felt much pain when he had died, had he felt his life ebbing away like this? Peter wasn't sure if he was dying or not, but he suspects this is as close to what it feels like as it can get.

His Uncle had been shot dead by a petty criminal five months earlier. And Peter had been too weak and feeble to do anything about it. During those months since, he'd withdrawn from society, from everything. There had been something growing within him since that fateful night when his Uncle was murdered in cold blood. Something twisted, bitter, something ugly. It was that same thing that had driven him to this point.

Oscorp. Spiders. Spider-Man. He remembers asking the new vigilante for help in his search for his Uncle's killer. But Spider-Man, ever noble, had refused him that. Spouting some bullshit about how it was far too dangerous for someone like himself - scrawny, weak - to put himself in harm's way. So Peter had snapped at him in anger, vowing that he'd find a way to do it himself. Which led him here.

He gasps for breath, the burning restricts his airways, like a pair of hands gripping his neck tight and refusing to let him go. But the fire is less warm now, no, it's ice cold. He isn't sure which is worse, but it hurts just as much and all he wishes is for it to stop. Black spots dance in the corners of his fogged vision, he squeezes his eyes shut, his body convulses as another wave of nauseating pain washes over him.

At this moment, he regrets his choice. As desperate for revenge as he is, part of him thinks the pain isn't worth it. The spiders were dangerous, the experiment unstable. They had given Spider-Man his abilities, ones that Peter could only ever dream of having. But perhaps he's simply too weak to handle the process of change, maybe he'll die, never really achieving anything but a stupidly long death. He wishes he'd never come here, he wishes he'd never stuck that syringe in his arm.

He's dying. It's agony. He hates it. He thinks about Aunt May, she'll have to relive the rawness of grief all over again when they find his body, she'll end up alone with nobody to help her. He thinks about Harry Osborn, his best friend - the boy he loves but is too much of a coward to confess - who had only just returned from Europe. Their friendship, which had withstood the test of distance and time for years, was miraculously intact. It had been as if they had never been parted in the first place.

He doesn't want to die.

Maybe he won't die. But there are fates far worse than death. It's hard to think now, but he has a rather startling thought about ending up like Doctor Connors, though as a spider mutant, rather than a mutant lizard. But Connors' mistake hadn't been his own, not entirely. Peter had helped develop that formula for him. He had given him his downfall on a silver platter.

And now, he's given himself that very same platter.

The fire burns, both warm and cold now. Peter feels numb, the pain doesn't bother him. He isn't even sure if it has completely subsided yet, but he feels lighter. A lot more than he had been earlier. How long has he been here writhing on the floor, screaming himself hoarse? With a trembling hand he starts to push himself up. He fails once and he falls back down, his jaw hitting the floor with a slight crack. It doesn't hurt as much as it should have. The thought should've bothered him, but Peter can't bring himself to care.

Finally, he manages to drag himself to one of the desks. There, he uses all the strength he can muster in order to pry himself up. He puts all of his weight on the sleek, metal table, staggering to his feet. He wavers, his movements sluggish, slow and unsteady but he finds his balance soon after. He feels charred and raw, his mind scattered and his thoughts still scattered. He isn't sure what to think.

But despite all odds, the immense physical and mental torture he'd just endured, he's alive.

His chest heaves with the effort to breathe, the remnants of suffocation still linger, but it's easier to deal with now. His vision clears and briefly his gaze catches the empty syringe on the table, a single droplet of green liquid drips onto the table and dissolves. Peter watches that spot for a moment, unmoving, his expression completely blank. When he turns away, he finds himself staring instead at his own reflection in a broken circular mirror on the desk, which apparently he must have knocked over at some point.

The longer he stares at himself, he realizes that something isn't quite right with him

His brown hair had always been an utter mess, but it was even more disheveled than usual, and that was saying a lot. But that wasn't the thing that had a creeping feeling growing in his gut, no. It was the fact that his skin is far paler, just as sickly looking as the rest of him. That alongside the hollow bags underneath his eyes make him appear even more like a walking corpse. His ears are slightly pointed, barely noticeable, but the change stands out to him. His irises, which had always been a delicate brown, are flecked almost completely with green that give them an unnatural glow. His veins, which he only now notices, are also green - though much darker, trailing up from his neck and onto his cheek.

Absent-mindedly, he lifts a shaking hand to feel the strange face in the mirror. His eyes catch how unnaturally sharp his fingernails have become, how dark veins now stand out against the once healthy looking skin on his wrists. What had he become?

Better. His mind supplies. It feels eerily like that same thing from within that had been festering for months. So much better.

His mind feels horribly broken, there's damage done that Peter knows he can't fix so easily. But he doesn't know the extent of it. He only knows that his thoughts are becoming less scattered, but more frenzied. He's filled with adrenaline now, his body burns, but this time it isn't in pain. Oh, what had he become?

He grits his teeth. His canines are sharper too. He lowers his head, brown curls brush against his eyes. His expression twists as his head races with thoughts, memories. Something screams and screams in the back of his mind, something that he can't quite make out. It grew louder and louder, whispering unintelligible demands.

A breathless sound escapes Peter's lips. Then another, and another until he finds his chest heaving with uncontrollable, breathless laughter. He leans against the table as his knees almost buckle beneath him, keeping himself upright. Still, he laughs. Part of him doesn't understand why, but he does it anyway. There's something so amusing about the whole situation to him, but he doesn't get the punchline. Only a sense of cruel irony.

After a few more seconds of laughter, now bordering on hysteria, a strangled noise catches in his throat. A choked sob. The crazed smile that had been painted onto his features becomes mangled, appearing more like a grimace. There's a hollow feeling in his gut, but something else within his mind, they clash together and it makes his head hurt even more.

He's different, he knows that much. Something feels wrong. But if he knows that, then why doesn't it bother him as much as it should?

He doesn't have time to dwell on much when piercing alarms fill his ears. Flashing red lights blare around him and he looks around in a panic. There's only him and the only exit, which was now blocked by steel shutters. He spins on his heel and his gaze locks onto the display in front of him. Behind a layer of protective glass, lies his escape. A hoverboard, coated in a shiny black shell, that seems to be tinted with green. It's no ordinary hoverboard, more like a specialized glider, and it's his only shot at escaping without being caught.

Without hesitation, he forces a fist through the glass - which, either isn't as reinforced as he assumed it to be, or something worked. He registers faint footsteps thundering towards the room, despite the distance. Eyes gleaming, Peter takes the glider and activates it before stepping onto it, he wavers slightly, but quickly manages to find his balance. Just like skating. He thinks idly, slowly rising from the floor.

Peter's head swivels round just as some members of security enter the room, shouting and yelling unintelligibly. Before they can even see him, he's already gone, breaking through the skylight and gliding through the sky. He shakes some glass from his hair and focuses on keeping his feet planted firmly on the glider, as well as getting as far away from Oscorp as possible. No doubt they'd be sending out search parties for the mysterious thief who had stolen a prototype glider.

Prototype. He can work with this. Maybe even make it better.

He adjusts to steering fairly easily. Leaning his body in each direction to test out the flow. But he doesn't want to test his luck, god knows he's been unlucky enough as it is lately, so he sets the glider down on a rooftop far from Oscorp and in the cover of multiple skyscrapers. Peter watches the city from above, he's never really seen his home from this angle before. He expects it to feel invigorating, to give him a new perspective on things. But as he looks down on it now he feels no semblance of such a thing. Instead, something twists in his gut.

Displeasure. He hates it. The city had never done anything good for him, one of its people had taken his Uncle's life. People aren't good, a voice in the back of his mind whispers. Peter agrees. He and his poor Aunt May had been left to suffer because people didn't care about others less fortunate, like them. Anger burns through him at the thought, as bright as the fire that had left him charred within earlier.

Misery. He thinks, his gaze still lingers on the less than thrilling view of New York below. This place brought him nothing but misery.

Well, something curls in Peter's stomach, that same dark feeling resurfaces again. Once hollow brown eyes now gleam with something akin to mania within a haunting green glow. He flexes his fingers, once, twice and his lips pull back into a chilling grin. The whispers in the back of his mind chant in a chorus and this time, just this once, Peter understands them.

Why doesn't he give a little misery back in return?

#the rewrite of 'a new kind of enemy' is here!!!#marvel #the amazing spider man #tasm #the amazing spider man au #tasm au #parksborn #peter parker #harry osborn #spider man #spider harry #green goblin peter #green goblin #tasm fic #marvel fic #spider man fanfiction

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seconds-2-midnight · 6 months

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Geigerposting at 1am

"My Atom Bomb" is a serious fic about trauma and grief and isolation and dying alone and the fear of hurting people you love and two damaged people bonding over being treated like burdens all their lives ... but it's also about two nasty, weird little freaks loving each other very much and giggling like fuckin dorks.

#x men oc #toad x oc #toad x geiger #my atom bomb #ao3 fanfic #x men fanfiction #x men fanfic #mortimer toynbee #x men #xmen #your honor she's just a baby goblin #she has the same energy as a neon green bouncy ball from a quarter machine that you take a bite out of #does that make sense?????

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peterparkermyangel · 2 years

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cold nights

pairings: raimi!Harry x f!reader

summary: Harry Osborn arrives home tired from work and you take care of him <3

warnings: none :) except extreme cuteness!

aprox time to read: 5-6 minutes

word count: 1191

character count: 6364

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2:20 a.m.

Osborn Manor is dark and quiet, whistling in the night breeze.

The Moon shines.

There is only one light on in Harry's room, the warm bedside lamp next to your nightstand. You left it on, patiently waiting for your loving man to come home from work while you read a book.

Oscorp was becoming a nightmare for Harry, and, considering Norman wasn't around to run the company, all of his father's inheritance and control of the business was now in his hands. Harry wasn't a bad boss, he had an entrepreneurial spirit, and he really was bringing big profits to Oscorp. The main problem were the workers. More than half of them were Norman's associates, and to his eyes, Harry was just a "useless kid" unable to do anything but fool around. This evidently showed in Harry's appearance. Both physical and psychological.

You especially noticed. And it hurt you to see him like this.

You just knew all he wanted was to prove them wrong, that he had potential, that he was capable. What hurt you the most was knowing that Norman made him believe the opposite his entire life, causing him a lousy self-esteem and a lack of self-confidence that affected all of his actions.

And there's where you come in. His only source of happiness and comfort. His only peace. For him, the only thing worth the day was coming home to be snuggled in your arms, and he would tell you this in the sweetest way possible.

No worries. No fears. No judgement.

You looked at the clock.

2:22 a.m.

"Our time", you think with a smile on your face. You and Harry always had a special connection to that angel number. It was your lucky number, you both saw it everywhere after you started dating. Omg, you were missing him so much today.

Suddenly, the door of the majestic room began to open slowly, as if trying to make as little noise as possible.

Harry. He was home at last.

He was surprised to see you welcoming him with hearty eyes as he walked through the door.

-Oh, hi!- he started. You could sense the tiredness in his voice -I thought you were asleep. It's so late, princess. You didn't have to.

Of course you had to. It's the least you could do for him. Specially when you feel so helpless trying to make him happier, he deserved this.

-How was it today, baby? A tough day, I imagine...- You asked, as you got up from the bed to help him change his clothes.

He just agreed to your question, nodding with his head. He was so tired his eyes were half closed. You took his hands and rubbed them with care, slowly, as his dark brown eyes met yours. You felt at home whenever you looked at his eyes, diving deeper into their golden gaze reflecting his soul. He looked at you the way you never imagined you could be looked at. With such passion and trust. With such intensity. With such endless love. You just knew this love was true, fun and innocent at the same time. Just like Harry.

He gave you a smile of his own, his dimples showing on the edges of his beautiful face, while soft wrinkles appeared on his sparkling, yet tired eyes. Even though he was completely exhausted, he managed to show you how happy you make him. He was definitely the most perfect person you'd ever seen.

You started to take off his suit for him. You always loved his outfits, specially the green ones. He looked so handsome in all of them, but Harry Osborn in green was just another level, you thought. You took off his blue-striped jacket as he started to unbutton his shirt, blindly. Then, you untied his purple tie delicately, looking at his sleepy face. You couldn't help but let out a giggle, he looked just like a little baby.

When he was done, you folded the clothes and put them in his wardrobe, as Harry slowly walked, finally getting into bed.

When you turned around to face him, all you could see was your boyfriend yawning in his pajamas on the right side of your bed, wrapped in the sheets. You took a moment to realize that he was your boyfriend. Also your best friend, but with that adrenaline rush that goes through your body every time he touches you, as if it's the first time he does.

He was perfect to your eyes. Even the little snores that he just let out were perfect.

After confirming that Harry was probably asleep, you decided to get into bed next to him. You had been waiting for it.

You faced him, quietly getting closer to his body. He was steadily breathing, in and out... In and out... You found his breathing quite relaxing, and somehow cute. You just couldn't explain, everything Harry does is cute, you can't handle it. You also noticed he was laying in a curious way. He was lying on his side, with his hand resting on his cheek, which caused his mouth to be slightly open as he snored. You literally confirmed he was a little baby. Your little baby.

You almost cried having that extremely adorable view. You loved watching Harry sleep, because for a moment, he didn't have a thing to worry about. His muscles were relaxed and he had this pure expression of total inner peace in his face. Like an angel. He rested, and you were glad he managed to sleep. He was able to do so because he had you by his side every night. Always making sure he was safe and loved, no matter what. That was the only thing he was certain of.

You started to wrap your arms around Harry. One around his waist, making circles around his skin, and the other caressing his curly hair. It fell on his face, and you moved your fingers through it, trying to relax him even more.

After a while of doing this, you felt his body moving closer to you. As if it was an instinct to have you next to him. He was so close you felt his hot breath on your neck. He was lying face up, his head now resting on the side of your collarbone, over your shoulder, and his hair tickling your face. You placed a soft, slow kiss on his forehead as you moved your hand to his chest. You noticed you could feel his heart beating as well as his breathing, both steady and relaxed.

-I love you, Harry. Sleep tight, my love.- You whispered, placing your lips on his forehead again, unsure if Harry had heard you. He already knew you loved him, anyway. You just wanted to verbalize it one more time.

With all this comfort Harry provided you, your eyes gave out, and you ended up peacefully asleep as well as your boy. Holding each other.

The Moon was shining bright above the both of you. Protecting you.

Cold nights in the streets of New York that were anything but cold around each other's arms.

You've always believed some things never change, and Harry was here to prove you that your love is one of them.

#harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #raimi!harry #raimiverse #raimi trilogy #green goblin #spiderman 2002 #james franco #jamesfrancoharryosborn #james!harryosborn #james!harry #spider man #fanfiction #headcanon #writing #written #story

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

warnings: no way home spoilers, talk of death, swearing

The manor seemed awfully empty this time of day. Harry was at the apartment with Peter and Norman was out God knew where doing God knew what as the Green Goblin. Running a hand down my face, I went into his office to see if there had been a sighting. It seemed too odd that there hadn’t been anything on the news or posted on the Daily Bugle about his antics.

“Come on Norman. Give me a sign.” I mumbled to myself. I checked my phone and saw there was a voicemail from the man in question.

‘Hi (Y/N). Haha I hate this you know that. But I had this feeling I should do this. Call you and leave a voicemail I mean. I love you. I do. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m so damn glad I got to marry you. I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight but at least you’ll have this if something goes wrong. I never know with him. If you get this, and I come home tonight, we’re going to get rid of him. No matter what he says. I love you too much to keep putting you through this. I love you my darling.’

I swallowed thickly as I pulled the phone away from my ear. Pulling out my own phone, I called Harry.

“Harry? Have you seen your dad?” My voice shook as I spoke.

“No. It’s just me tonight.” He said. I closed my eyes and willed my voice to remain steady. Norman had shared Peter’s secret with me when he had found out.

“Peter out again tonight? Whoever it is, they’re incredibly lucky.” Harry chuckled, ignoring my shaky voice.

“Nah. He doesn’t have someone. I don’t know where he goes at night. But that’s his business.” I gripped the edge of Norman’s desk.

“You alright by yourself?” The question was just so I could bring an end to this conversation before going out into the city find Norman.

“Yeah. I always am.” There were papers moving on Harry’s end. “Doing some homework. Hope you find dad before he gets into trouble.” He laughed at his own joke.

“I hope so too.” I tried to joke back. “Talk to you later Harry.” I hung up and turned towards the door, quickly making my way through the mansion towards the front door. I just got off the stairs and was searching for my shoes when I heard movement upstairs.

“(Y/N)?” I spun around so quickly I almost gave myself whiplash.

“Norman!” I ran back up the stairs and collided with him as he quickly wrapped his arms around me. “Oh thank God.” I pulled back and cupped his face, pulling him towards me to kiss him with everything I had. Norman responded eagerly. Breaking away, he leaned his head against mine and held me tightly.

“I love you. So damn much.” He whispered. I responded with a peck to his cheek.

“I love you too. I got your voicemail.” Norman nodded as his eyes searched mine. “Don’t ever do that to me again. I was full on panicking.” Norman kissed me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I was supposed to die. Tonight. That feeling I had was right. It was going to be bad.” I pulled back from him in fear.

“You….what?” I shook my head as I gripped his shirt. Tears started to form in my eyes.

“I was supposed to die. But don’t worry. I’m fine.” He gripped my hands, pushing them further against his chest. “This is going to sound…well to you absolutely amazing. To anyone else completely nuts.” He started to gently pull me in the direction of our room. We sat down on the bed as he pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “I got pulled to another dimension.” My mouth fell open. Norman wiped my tears away.

“So the multiverse theory we’ve been working on…” I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“All true. As far as I can tell, there’s at least two other universes. Much like this one.” He smiled at me as I got excited.

“How do you know there’s another aside from this one and the one you were pulled to?” His smile turned into a smirk.

“There were three Peter Parker’s. Ours. One from the world I was pulled to. And a third.” I gasped and squeezed his hands.

“Three universes! All pulled into one! That’s amazing!” Norman laughed as I grew more and more excited. “And what about you? What were you like?” Norman’s face fell.

“I didn’t exist in that one. Neither did Harry.” My excitement dropped. “You did though. You…you were brilliant. I found you. You took me to that world’s Peter. Just like here you were studying the multiverse. So I wasn’t entirely a surprise, going off about OSCORP and it being the wrong Peter.” He kissed my cheek.

“Of course I was.” I rolled my eyes and directed my attention to our intertwined hands, fully expecting him to go on about how great I was in more than one universe.

“They cured me you know.” My eyes snapped up to meet his. “The three Peters. They cured me. No more Goblin.” I cupped his cheeks and his hands came up with encircle my wrists.

“They did something we were only in a theoretical stage of doing?” He nodded. “That’s…thats….” Norman smiled at me.

“Amazing?” I nodded before I kissed him. “We’ll have to run tests but I’m pretty sure he’s gone for good. And if not maybe there’s enough of the serum they used tonight left in my system that we can replicate it.” Norman kissed my forehead. “And the best part is, I’m alive. Things changed. I won’t be going out every night. We can finally have the life I promised you.” I laughed as I leaned against him.

“You already gave me the life you promised me.” I gazed up at him from where my head was resting against his chest. “Ever since the day we met. But now I get the best thing in the world.”

“And what’s that?” Norman rested his head against mine, just enjoying the feeling of being together.

“More time with you.” I smiled up at him and he smiled back.

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Starcrossed lovers // part 2 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: The battle is ending as you finally have a sight of why Peter was so drawn to you. Can you rewrite the stars or will they remain unchanged forever? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

You gasped looking up. A sandstorm picked up as broken off pieces of the structure got lifted up in the air. From your position on the ground, you could easily see the battle. All three Peter’s swinging on their web. Peter, your Peter was focused on Green Goblin. Peter two focusing on Lizard.

Peter three avoiding a bolt of electricity. They were so occupied they didn’t had eyes for what was happening behind them. Eyes widening you saw the broken off pieces fly towards Peter three. You ran out from your hiding position. – “Peter!” – you screamed loud, gaze upwards.

Peter three’s eyes widened hearing your voice. As if his spider tingle was tuned on finding your voice blindly. His immediate reaction was to look down to you. – “Peter!” – you screamed again pointing upwards. Peter’s gaze went back up, looking back in horror at the flying piece of structure coming his way.

He shot a web swinging past it just in time. His action made him nearly bump against Peter one, your Peter. Peter three was dangling sloppy and out of balance. He shot another web directing him to vast ground on the construction. He needed to find his balance again.

His feet touched vast ground as he stumbled a bit forwards. Ned moving out of the way just in time. – “What are you doing the battle is up there.” – Ned called out. Peter grabbed onto the railing, shooting Ned a glare out of breath. MJ slapped him hard against the arm. – “You try fighting off all those villains.” – MJ said coming to his defence.

Peter saluted her before jumping on the railing and leaping into the depts. MJ came running over to the railing, greeted by a tumbling Peter in the air as his web had released. Strange was on top as a piece of construction went his way.

He quickly opened a portal as it flung through it. Another portal opened closer to the ground. Surprised you looked up, eyes wide in horror. A piece of structure slowly falling down. You started to scream, running to a direction, hoping you’d be fast enough to not get squashed. – “Y/n!” – Peter one called out in a panic.

“On it!” – Peter two replied setting himself off to jump down. He kept falling till he shot out a web. Changing his position to swing fast, opening an arm. He lifted his feet up so they wouldn’t scrape the ground as he flung low.

With a loud oof where you grabbed and lifted up in the air with him. – “Careful out there Y/n.” – he said with a soft chuckle. – “Blame Strange.” – you mumbled out. Peter two came to a stop further away. He let go of you. – “Go hide!” – he ordered before launching himself back in the air.

You ran to some rubble, finding a hiding spot in between. There you waited for the battle to come to an end. Hoping Strange wouldn’t drop another boulder on you. While you waited, unconsciously were you pulled back to the feeling when you fell.

The fear making your muscles tense. Then that warm feeling came when Peter caught you. Somehow when you were in his arms, your fear faded away. Seeing the fear and heartbreak in his eyes made you yearn to comfort him.

Being with him was like a movie you had seen before. Something close yet out of reach. There was no denying the way his presence made you feel. Feel visible. With Peter, your Peter you were visible too, but not that much.

You very much felt like a side-character watching the main one’s have a wonderful life as you faded out into nothingness. Only being present when you were requested. Sometimes you felt lonely around your friends. Almost as if you were that one person just too much.

It wasn’t a great feeling. With Peter, Peter three you didn’t felt that way. It felt like you were actually mattered. A feeling you wanted to hold onto for as long as it could.

Everyone made their way down as the battle had been stilled. Peter one had held MJ to bring her down safely. Ned was with Strange as Peter two and three joined. MJ and Peter hugged tightly. Ned exhaled relieved running up to them. Peter three looked around worried.

“Y/n? Where is Y/n?” – he said in a bit of a panic. You hear your name, moving a fallen plate out of your way to clear your way. - “Peter!” – you called out as three heads turned your way. You came out of your hiding place now that the battle had toned down. – “Y/n.” – Peter said from your earth relieved.

You started to run up to them beyond relieved that no one was too injured. Perhaps a few bruises. He smiled opening his arms a bit to you, ready to receive a hug from you. Yet his smile faltered when you ran past him to another Peter. You swung your arms around Peter three as they liked to call him and spun around with him as he hugged you tightly back.

Peter, your Peter gaped confused at you. Peter two came by his side placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Peter three had his hand against the back of your head. – “Are you hurt?” – he asked setting you back down. You shook your head, presenting your good state to him.

“All clear.” – you joked making him smile saddened. – “Peter.” – Strange called out. Peter three lowered his head knowing what was to come. Tilting your head a bit, you watched Peter carefully. – “Why are you sad?” – you asked.

He lifted his head up with a teary smile. – “You gave me something I could only dream off.” – he told you letting his thumb brush against your cheek. You smiled genuinely back at him. – “Peter.” – Strange persisted on, waiting to send him back. Peter’s smile faded knowing he’d never get to see you again.

MJ picked up on the way Peter was looking at you. It made him look at her own Peter for a moment. – “You lost someone didn’t you?” – she asked out of the blue. Peter lifted his head up to her, surprised. He then nodded saddened. – “I…I did…” – he answered. His hand slid down as his head lowered briefly. – “I…I lost your MJ…” – he gestured at your Peter. – “My… my Y/n.” – he swallowed down the knot in his throat.

You blinked surprised to him, hearing your name out of his mouth. Suddenly it was all so clear. The feeling why you felt so attracted to Peter. Like magnets. Your first reaction was to throw your arms around him and embrace him. Wanting to be close to him.

Peter hugged you tightly back. He didn’t want the feeling to end. Neither did you. – “Peter! Say your final goodbye’s.” – Strange called out. It made you pull away. – “Can’t… can’t he stay?” – you asked as his hand was still on your lower back. Strange shook his head. – “No kid, this world can’t have two spiderman. He belongs on his earth, where they need a spiderman like him.” – Strange explained.

Peter and you looked at each other. – “What if…” – Peter started as you finished off his words. – “What if I come with him?” – you suggested. – “What?” – Peter called out, your Peter. – “Y/n you can’t be serious!” – he called out walking up to you. – “You belong here with us!” – he made perfectly clear.

“Do I Peter?” – you answered back. You turned away from your Peter, back to Strange. – “I can come with him right? He lost his Y/n, so it wouldn’t create a paradox, right?” – you explained. – “Kid…” – Strange began as you knew he was going to tell you no.

“That’s not how it works. The you from his world is no more. You don’t belong there. I’m sorry.” – he told you. – “There must be a way?” – Peter three exclaimed. – “There isn’t!” – Strange answered snappy. Peter, your Peter was pulling on your wrist, pulling you away from him. – “No… please…” – you begged reaching out to Peter. Peter knew he was being selfish but he wanted you.

He missed you so deeply, he couldn’t imagine a world without you. Peter reached back for you. You broke free from Peter’s grip, running up to him. You clamped yourself onto him, not wanting to let go. – “I just want you.” – you told him. Peter held tightly onto you, afraid he might lose you again if he loosened his grip on you. – “I love you Y/n. On every earth.” – he told you as you slowly felt his grip loosen.

Confused you stumbled a bit forwards at the loss of a grip. With glossy eyes your arms embraced yourself. Crying you fell to your knees. Peter, your Peter approached you placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off, wanting nothing of him. Strange had finished the spell without anyone knowing.

Peter stumbled forwards, looking confused at his empty hands. – “No…no…n-n-no…” – he stumbled out grabbing the air, wanting to feel your last touch. – “Nooo!” – he cried out dropping to his knees. Strange had finished the spell. Sending him back to his earth alone. It felt more dreadful knowing he had you back, just to be taken away.

Once again his heart began to bleed with sorrow and grief. Grief overtaking him so badly, he started to hyperventilate in the abandoned alleyway. This was torture. After a while he dragged himself back to his house. Aunt May looking worriedly up.

“Where have you…” – she was about to scold him when she noticed the stained tears on his cheek. She immediately ran up to him, embracing him for comfort. – “I’ve lost her again…” – he said to Aunt May as she furrowed her brows.

She moved some hair aside to sooth him. She knew how hard your death had fallen upon him. Peter went to his bedroom letting himself fall onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he felt like spinning. – “I’ve lost you once, but not again…” – he told himself.

“I’ll find a way… even if it is the last thing I do.” – he rolled over to his side, his gaze falling on the many pictures of you and him on his wall. – “Come back to me…” – he said with a tiny crack in his voice.

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