#parksborn fics

[spaceoddy]

if one thing had been different...

Pete is Spider-Man, and Harry knows. Harry is dying, and Pete can never know. Harry yearns to be seen, to be trusted, to be loved. Above all else, he craves Pete in a way he'll never reciprocate. He knows Pete won't — can't — be his one, but he wishes it for it, anyway. If one thing had been different, everything would be different. - - Three times Harry and Peter persist and resist the temptation.

[read on ao3]

#parksborn #parksborn fics #harry osborn #peter parker #spiderman fanfiction #fic: 1 thing

[seek--rest]

How is anyone playing this game and not seeing how gay Harry and Peter are. They’re boyfriends. They’re lovers. They’re each others first kiss. They’ve made out under the bleachers. They’re so devoted the lines blur. They’re fucking. They hold hands. They stare dreamily into each others eyes.

#seek speaks #parksborn #spider-man 2 spoilers #insomniac spider-man 2 #I haven’t even finished and I’ve already written a fic

[suitehearttts]

happy valentines parksborn nation, i have impulsively designed MCU Peter a Harry out of a pure love for post-NWH possiblities

#if you think that Peter doesn’t look like Tom enough then congrats i agree with you! #peter parker #harry osborn #parksborn #this is hopefully? eventually? going to be a series of parksborn fluff art but i simply don’t know when/if i will get to the other ones #but anyway!! i am deeply obsessed with this concept and am so fucking close to writing my own fic for it but idk if i have the strength #but the au is rotating in my head…. so many headcanons…. #digital art #spiderman #also fuck Tom holland for being hard to draw

[kaidiaries]

digest you one kiss at a time (harry osborn/peter parker)

“Maybe I was forcing it too much before,” Peter speaks lowly, his brows knitting together. “Trying to transfer the suit under stressful conditions probably only inhibits its cell communication pathways and increases the risk of an inflammatory response.”

“Pete.” Harry’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth, but he thinks his best friend’s name slips out of it. He can’t be sure.

“But it knows you,” he continues. His hand presses more firmly to Harry’s arm and glides up his bicep, bunching his short sleeve against his shoulder. Harry doesn’t breathe. “It knows how to bond with you. If I just initiate contact without straining myself, without straining the suit, I…I think it might go willingly? Maybe all it needs is a bridge.” Peter delicately smooths out a stray curl near Harry’s eye and brushes his thumb against his temple, pondering. “And some time. I can give it both. I mean, we have all night.”

or

With Dr. Connors currently MIA, Peter tests a different method of returning the symbiote to Harry.

[set after the “Good Men” mission in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2]

#hi it’s 3 am and i wrote parksborn for the first time to tame the brainworms #parksborn #peter parker #harry osborn #peter x harry #marvel’s spider-man 2 #my fics

[david3096]

There's something that has been on my mind since the other day I started replaying Marvel's Spider-Man 2.

Do you remember how Peter looks when he's young? Here's a little reminder.

If you pay attention in Peter's room you can also find this

When I first took this screenshot I only intended to post it as a "It's so funny that Peter decided to put his name over the two pics he has of Harry" but then I found something else.

When Harry shows Peter the Emily-May Foundation, in their office there's a pinball machine.

If you take a closer look you'll see this:

So, my question is, do you think Harry deliberately made earth have glasses because Peter is his whole world? Or my brain is trying to make me see things where there's nothing?

#parksborn #insomniac parksborn #peter parker x harry osborn #peter parker #insomniac peter parker #harry osborn #insomniac harry osborn #marvel's spider man 2 #i know i'm being delusional #but still is a nice thought #and probably going to use this in a fic lol

[cricket-moth]

pov: peter parker learns what a false shirtfont is called anyways pspspsps c’mere parksborn folks pspsps go read (under the cut because links are hefty)

#fanart #marvel’s spider man #msm 2017 #peter parker #harry osborn #parksborn #fanfic #(they’re called dickeys) #(it’s part of the fic)

[cinnamongobiin]

i usually believe harry is asexual (that's me projecting) but then some of my fic notes look like this

#fic writing is a mess #raimi parksborn #harry osborn #spreading the asexual harry osborn agenda

[incorrect-spideytorch]

Johnny: Are you still close with Harry?

Peter: Harry who cheated on me?

Johnny: Harry who cheated on you AND has a house in the Hamptons!

#source: @overheardnewyork #spideytorch #I want this fic #johnny storm #peter parker #incorrect spideytorch #peter x johnny #peter parker x johnny storm #parksborn

[queerxqueen]

So as the person responsible for my nightly #parksborn doom scroll, do you have any pics you'd recommend? I'm also a bit of a fandom shopper, so I actually don't know too much about parksborn and their dynamic. What do you like about that pairing? What makes you keeping coming back for more?

First of all, there is nothing more exciting to me than knowing I've converted someone to one of my ships, so thank you for that and sorry for spreading the brainrot.

But god, there is so much to love about parksborn.

It's the friends to lovers vibes of knowing each other inside and out, the years of pining and yearning, the heartache of wanting but being afraid to ruin the friendship. It's the perfect mix of warmth and tension.

It's the tragedy of Harry Osborn, doomed by the narrative, and all the juicy friends-to-enemies that comes with it. The I can fix him, I can save him, he's not lost from Peter and the self-hate and self-comparison and pressure fueling the darkness in Harry.

It's the romantic hero that is Peter Parker, in all his heroic, idealistic, won't-stay-down glory who refuses to lose Harry to that darkness.

It's them caring about each other across a half-dozen different universes and in every iteration. It's the little details. Raimi verse Peter lighting up when he sees Harry. Webb verse Harry being shrouded in darkness until he steps into the light when Peter visits him (and then having a little date montage around NYC). Insomniac verse Peter literally having to collect himself before hugging Harry on his return. Or Harry most likely having kept Peter's childhood bike. Or them having a literal canonical Cigarette Daydreams montage edit as they reminisce on their friendship and---

Listen, they just have impeccable vibes, and each version of them have their own unique flavor, and there's so many variations of canon to play with and be inspired by.

And to finish up this long ramble with some fic recs (I'm assuming you meant fics not pics?):

Of Starks & Osborns - my AU inspired by multiple versions of parksborn but mostly webbverse. I'm super proud of this fic tbh :')

hesitation is killing me too - the absolute best post-No Way Home fixit for Webbverse parksborn, god tier to me and in my heart

J. Jonah Jameson Is Not Homophobic - almost fake dating but not quite, just humor and delightfulness all around

it's cuffing season - shenanigans with mating cycles but instead of smut it's almost crack-treated-seriously and just a lot of fun

i'll dream each night of some version of you - insomniac verse Harry in a time loop trying to save Peter

#parksborn #spiderman #harry x peter #harry osborn #peter parker #answered #thank u btw this was a fun one to answer #fic rec #parksborn fic rec

[abcd-em]

if I get (too close)

T | 7 chapters | parksborn post NWH Collab with @seek--rest

By the time the sign-in sheet makes it to their row, class has begun. Peter’s attention begrudgingly shifting away from Harry and towards the screen at the front. He’s halfway through a sentence when Harry is sliding the sheet on to his notebook. Almost blindly he scribbles his name in, about to pass it on when his eye catches something on the line above.

Harry’s name is directly above his. In place of where his surname should be is a stain that Peter wants to erase but can’t. It’s written there in ink.

Harry Osborn.

Osborn.

Not Lyman.

Osborn.

Part One Complete

#my fics #peter parker #harry osborn #parksborn #Queue the love island theme

[pparkerized]

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

[unlimitedhearts]

I'm almost done with the next two installations of my fic series, but my GOD life really just wants to GET AT ME huh.

Anyway, here's a little teaser for you for the next part.

---

“So how many people actually know?”

“Are you sure you want the answer to that question?”

“Absolutely I do! Also how are you drinking that?”

“Very carefully,” Peter chuckled, tipping the coffee cup into his mouth as he hung upside down. “In time you will learn, Young Padawan-”

“I’m literally six months older than you,” Harry laughed, leaning against the signal tower.

“And yet still green behind the ears! Anyway,” Peter narrowed his lenses, just to shoot a look at him, “The answer to your question is like. A lot actually.”

“Is this going to be one of those answers I’m going to hate?”

“Probably,” Peter snickered, hopping down from his web onto his feet and deftly swinging the coffee cup around so it didn’t spill. “Mary Jane and May, obviously. Otto and Li figured it out, but I told you that. Miles’ mom, and his friend Ganke too.”

“Okay okay, pause, rewind,” Harry started, placing a hand on Peter’s arm. “I get telling MJ and May, but you told your students mom before you told me? That’s cold.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond just as sirens cut across the street beneath them. “Put a pin in that! I do have a response!”

Peter tugged his mask on and leapt off the signal tower. As many times as Harry saw him do that, he’d never get used to it. He followed in short order, swinging right beside Peter after a car on a joy ride. Pete didn’t have to coach him on the equations it took to swing right, that he got the hold of fairly quickly, but he did have to coach him on the art of fighting his own battles.

Harry could hold his own against someone like Flash (though he got his ass kicked nine out of ten times), but against career criminals and Hunters? That was a different beast. He was a hundred and ten percent sure that the suit was doing a lot of the heavy lifting when it came to whatever fighting prowess he had. Pete latched onto the top of the car, while he told Harry to stop it from the front, as it came to a screeching halt there was a group in a car further ahead that decided to get out and double back on them. 

“I’ll go high! You bring ‘em down!” Peter shouted, backflipping off the car, taking a guy with him. They worked in tandem, Peter liked to fight in the air where he had more control, whereas Harry hit harder on the ground with the help of the suit. His punches extended further out, taking out two or three guys every time. When Peter got high up, Harry grabbed him and pulled him down. Teamwork like this was exactly the reason he’d wanted Pete by his side.

The two of them were equal and opposites, they complemented each other so well. Like tater tots and chocolate! Peanut butter and guts! Harry paused and shook himself off, unsure where that thought had come from. Peter swung by, kicking the last guy in the head just before their fist made contact with his face.

#parksborn #insomniac spider man #insomniac spiderman #harry osborn #peter parker #spiderman #spider-man #parksborn fic

[matt-murdick]

okay so has someone written raimiverse!Peter coming home post!NWH to find himself being even more gay with Harry (who is alive), so he goes to see Norman to find out what’s different but Harry and MJ are convinced that Peter is asking for permission to propose, or am I going to have to write it myself??

#post nwh #raimiverse #harry osborn #peter parker #parksborn #norman osborn #fic idea

[moxielynx]

do NAWT send me parksborn fics!!!!! i HATE parksborn fics!!!! i do NOT want your lengthy emotional fics of Peter Parker and Harry Osborn!!!!!!!!

Bonus parksborn sketches cause I like these and I’m not okay about the fic I just finished reading (/j)

#the stuff under the read more is just parksborn sketches #someone send me parksborn fics please I need something to read #preferably something lengthy #I’ll draw like a doodle of your sona or something if you do please please PLEASE!!!!! #parksborn #peter x harry #lynx EMOTIONALLY posting #lynx posting

[kaidiaries]

hazy shade of winter – chapter 2 (harry osborn/peter parker)

He eases his body off the wall but keeps a hand propped there to support himself. Peter’s still moving around inside like a mini tornado and Harry doesn’t rush him further. He is kind of intruding, after all. He’d feel worse about it if convenience wasn’t currently a luxury he couldn’t afford.

Finally, the lock unclicks and the door swings open.

“Hello again,” Peter says a little breathlessly, a warm smile on his lips. His brown hair is thoroughly ruffled from his hasty change of clothes. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a maroon tee shirt with a cartoonish image of an atom, surrounded by the phrase, never trust an atom, they make up everything. Jesus.

Harry kind of hopes there isn’t an afterlife if it means being cursed to a second plane without him.

#i love you indulgent angst you’re like a son to me #(all fic is indulgent yada yada yada) but something about getting to write sad shit makes me hunch over my doc like a witch & her cauldron #completed fic!!! #unless…. #jk I think I’ll leave it here and pick up something new #parksborn #peter parker #harry osborn #peter x harry #marvel’s spider-man 2 #my fics

[missamyshay]

on my way

T | an interlude | CoffeeBeanGang, FOS, of friendship and love and loss and grief

Betty Brant is always on time.

Come rain or shine, Betty will always be where she says she'll be at the exact hour she says she'll be there and not a moment later. But as she wipes the snow off the soles of her boots and glances around the Coffee Bean, she rolls her eyes at the fact that not one of the people she's actually supposed to be meeting here has arrived yet.

She slips her phone out of her pocket and sends a message in the sporadically used group chat, receiving back a few different versions of the same vague ‘on my way’ response as she walks up to the counter with a sigh.

Betty Brant is always on time, but she can't say the same for her friends.

—

Five years after a tragedy that shook their lives, Spider-Man and his friends meet for coffee on Christmas Eve.

read on AO3

#my fic #peter parker and the coffee bean gang #spideychelle #petermj #parksborn #peter parker #mj watson #harry osborn #ned leeds #betty brant #flash thompson #gwen stacy #amy tells stories