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Peter x Harley fic recs? Pls?
Had to do some digging because I had all these fics bookmarked on my old account but here you go! @loveluststerek
shoulda worn a clean shirt by Bundibird
| 1/1 | 2,169 | General | Parley |
"What the shit," Harley says, and punches Tony in the arm. "You didn't tell me your other adopted waif was hot!"
"Excuse you, what?" Tony demands, at the same time that Peter says, "Um," and blinks his (in Harley's opinion) unfairly attractive eyes.
"Hi, I'm Harley," Harley says, striding forwards and ignoring Tony's spluttering. "And you and I should totally go on a date."
"What have I done," Tony whispers.
(Or: Peter is a disaster bi, and really so is Harley, but at least Harley has his shit together enough to ask Peter out on a date the second he meets him. Meanwhile, Tony is suddenly certain that by introducing these two, he's just triggered the apocalypse.)
PROOF SPIDER-MAN LOVES CLICKBAIT by mauvera
| 33/33 | 87,736 | General | Parley |
When Peter Parker gets a job working at Buzzfeed there's really only one subject he can write about: superheroes. And what superhero does he know better than everyone's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?
What he didn't expect was that everyone would think Peter's new obsession with the hero would be interpreted quite like That.
it's always who is spider-man, never how is spider-man by i_regret_thatpersonalityquiz
| 40/40 | 176,100 | Teen and Up | Parley |
"Stay?"
Peter finally looked down to see Harley Fucking Keener, Iron Lad, the boy who had caused his shoulder to be throbbing all night, looking away with a slight tint to his cheeks. Peter opened and closed his mouth, no sound coming out.
And he sat back down.
OR: Peter had been living on the streets, dealing with your average homeless vigilante stuff. Things got a bit more complicated when the Avengers started to chase him down.
Who Needs Peter Parker Anyway? By mauvera
| 3/3 | 15,604 | Teen and Up | Parley |
When Harley finally gets to come to New York to hang out with Tony he's excited to build some robots and blow stuff up. Instead Tony is insisting that he meets that damn intern that he's been bragging about for months. Harley doesn't even have to meet the guy to know he's already sick of Peter Parker.
In other news that cute guy that hangs around the tower keeps running away before Harley can find out his name. Damn it.
sleep deprived superheroes (and twitter aren't a good mix) by red_01
| 30/? | 46,565 | Teen and Up | Parley |
spooder @ActuallySpider-Man
yo I think I got stabbed lmao
Iron Stank @TonyStark
KID WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU IM ON MY WAY
spooder @ActuallySpider-Man
omg it's mr iron can
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no.1 SI intern @peter-parkour
uh so yeet ig
no.1 SI intern @peter-parkour
[image of Tony asleep in lab bench, amid bits and pieces of Iron Man armour]
he finally fell asleep binch
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Peter starts a Spider-Man twitter and an intern twitter. It goes just as well (and just as gay) as you'd expect.
The New Intern by TakenByEmrys
| 10/10 | 27,463 | Teen and Up | Parley |
Tony tells Peter Parker that a new intern is coming to work at SI for the summer. Peter's class is taking an SI field trip when Harley arrives. Good thing Peter decided to skip the field trip.
Now I apologize if any of these aren't up to your standards, I haven't read them for a long time and just went off of my old account bookmarks. If you want more or have read all of these or want a specific thing just ask! :D
#Fanfiction#fanfic list#fanfiction recs#fanfics#fanfiction#parley#parley fics#parley fanfics#parkner#parkner fanfics
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Warning: MAJOR ANGST AHEAD
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her weird, wonderful brother
a sequel to a primer for the small weird loves. part 2 in the limericks and love songs and letters series.
5 times that Emma Keener learns something new about her brother plus 1 time she realizes that he’s still the same Harley that she grew up knowing and loving.
he’s gay
he goes to college in new york
he has a boyfriend named peter
he reads and writes poetry
he worries a lot
and, of course:
when he loves, it’s with everything he has
ft. harley’s sister growing up and realizing that maybe him suddenly moving to a different part of the country despite only being fifteen probably matters more than their mom originally let on, an outside perspective of the growth harley has gone through via his time in new york and the love of his support system, and a peek into the future—including some moments from harley and peter’s wedding.
first chapter (which is what the moodboard is for) is now being written. i am currently planning to have it posted by the end of october.
#parkner#harley keener x peter parker#harley x peter#peter parker x harley keener#peter x harley#spiderlad#parley#keenker#peter/harley#harley/peter#peter parker/harley keener#harley keener/peter parker#limericks and love songs and letters#additional idea for another part in the primer verse; a different 5+1 from tony’s pov?#and also definitely want to write something from peter’s pov to like highlight how differently he thinks than harley and like#highlight his perspective of the entire first fic in little snapshots and moments and such
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This is Me Trying
Chapter One: ‘Cause I Haven’t Moved in Years
Pairings: Harley Keener/Peter Parker
Summary: Peter is struggling after losing everyone closest to him-- May, Tony, Ned, and MJ. Harley is struggling with where he came from and the parts of his past he never healed from. Harley needs a roommate and Peter is getting evicted.
Read Ch. 2 here
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Peter Parker isn’t a bitter person– or at least he doesn’t think so. After all of the detrimental events that have taken place in his life, he’s not bitter. He refuses to believe he’s bitter.
Sure, he’s living alone in one of the worst apartment complexes in Queens, works two jobs just to afford rent and the bare essentials of life all whilst attending Queensborough community college. In the midst of all of this, he patrols every night, only getting a couple hours of sleep a night. And it’s only been a month since he watched his aunt die and the whole world forget him— including the people he loved most.
He misses May with everything in him. The grief bubbles up his throat more often than not and sometimes it’s all encompassing and doesn’t let him breathe. He could’ve done more– done better and saved her. Sometimes when he washes his hands he can still see her blood on them. He barely sleeps because he’s plagued by the memories of her death replaying over and over and over and over…
MJ and Ned live on without him and he’s unbelievably happy for them. Sometimes he’ll spot them walking the streets near the coffee shop MJ works at. Sometimes Peter is selfish and even though rent is late and the coffee shop is twenty minutes away, he goes there anyway, just to make sure she’s still okay. Of course she is; he’s not there to screw up her life.
Ned is the same. He’s still Ned, but not his best friend Ned. It’s odd to think of how people change whenever you’re no longer a lasting impact on them or a constant in their life. Peter misses the sleepovers, building legos, the lab experiments, and the patrolling with Ned as his guy in the chair and it makes his heart ache.
Another wound that Peter harbors is the death of Tony. When Peter had come back to life from the snap the first thing he had thought to do was find Tony. Nothing else had mattered in that moment. He had found him amidst the chaos of the battlefield and they had hugged and Peter was whole. Not even five minutes later he would be the shell of the person he was. The tears had dried out and nothing was left but numbness. He remembers Mr. Stark’s half-alive eyes and the way his charred skin burned his nostrils. It had been too much. He still has yet to get over that first loss and he hasn’t. He doesn’t know where to start.
He patrols more– all that he can. He saves everyone he can and stays up at night due to the ones he can’t. He gets a bit more reckless, having to stitch himself up more often that he would be willing to admit. Peter is hurting and all he knows is to push it down. Push it down as far as he can and swallow the bitterness because that’s what he isn’t.
Life could certainly be better, but Peter believes he isn’t bitter.
Harley Keener is a bitter person. He’s grown up bitter and angry and spiteful and he’s well aware. He doesn’t hide it, either– refuses to. If there’s two things Harley is it’s most certainly bitter and honest.
He’s bitter at the fact that he remembers the sounds of his dad beating his ma. He’s bitter that sometimes he would be the one getting beaten instead. He’s bitter at the fact that his dad left when he and Abbie were just kids. He’s bitter that his ma had to pick up two jobs just to support the three of them and that he couldn’t do anything but watch for so long. He’s bitter that he was forced to grow up entirely way too soon. He’s bitter because Tony was one of the only good things in his life and just like everything else it got ripped from him.
He had moved to New York not too long after Tony’s death. Pepper had reached out to him the weekend of Tony’s funeral and had disclosed that there was a large sum stashed away for Harley. Included in that was a suit made specially for Harley as well as a lab that was to be shared with someone named Peter Parker.
Pepper had tried to remember any mention of the boy, but she would always end up drawing a blank. It also didn’t help that the kid was practically untraceable.
Harley had bought a nice apartment just outside of Queens in Manhattan and spent his time working through his classes at ESU, doing some contracting work for neighbors or others around the area, and helping save the citizens of New York as his secret identity of Iron Lad.
He’s bitter and angry and resentful at the world he’s grown accustomed to and he’s well aware of it.
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“Harley, honey, how are classes going?” Harley rushed to press the phone against his ear, almost missing what Pepper says as he walks into his apartment, kicks off his shoes, and locks the door.
“They’re going fine, ma’am. Midterms are keeping me on my toes, though.” Harley walks further into the apartment, setting his keys down on the kitchen counter and bending down to lean his elbows against the marble.
“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Pepper?” He hears her sigh from across the phone line.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to tell me plenty more.” Harley feels the ghost of a smile pull at his lips.
“How’s the search for a roommate going? I’m sure there’s plenty of applicants.” Pepper changes the subject and Harley stands up straight now, moving to the living room and eyeing the stack of applications on the coffee table.
“Sure are. All seem like a bunch of stuck ups, though. No one’s caught my eye.” Harley’s honest with her, picking up a few papers and tossing them back down half haphazardly.
“That’s a shame. I know how lonely it can be living by yourself. Another person would do you good, Harley.” Pepper knows Harley is struggling, no matter how much he covers it up with jokes, hard work, or just being plain mean. Harley knows she sees right through him.
“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it, Pepper.” He sighs, sitting down on the couch and switching the phone from his right ear to his left. The thing is though, Harley doesn’t necessarily want a roommate, but Pepper’s been on his ass for the last couple months. He knows she’s only worried about him, but Harley’s doing fine. He’s fine.
“I know you are. I have to get going, Morgan has gymnastics and she’s been reminding me about it all day,” she laughs and Harley musters a smile. He can imagine Morgan’s pouty face and her puppy dog eyes.
“Yes ma’am. Can’t keep Mo waiting,” Harley’s smile turns sad as he remembers how long it’s been since he’s seen the two.
“Bye, Harley. Don’t be afraid to call.” Pepper and Harley don’t say ‘I love you’ well, they say it in different ways. They both understand, though.
Before Harley gets a chance to respond she’s hung up and he’s left in his own silence. His shoulders slump and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and thinking about what he has to do tonight.
He decides to go through new applications first, hoping to ease Pepper’s worry. He stands and heads for the front door, quickly finding the mailbox attached to his door. He opens it and a hefty stack of papers await him. He groans, dreading going through all of these applications. He makes his way to the dining table and stacks them neatly in front of him as he sits down.
He’s about a third of the way through the stack when a familiar name catches his eye. “Peter Parker…” He says aloud, grabbing the paper from out of the stack and examining it carefully.
“Nineteen years old, goes to Queensburough, works two jobs, lives alone…” Harley rattles off, eyebrows furrowing the more he reads. “Fallen on hard times and it’s become hard to afford an apartment alone.” He finishes. He re-reads the application more, observing the way that Peter had described himself and how he is studying in engineering. “Peter Parker…” Harley mumbles again. He knows that name. He makes a mental note to text Pepper about the name and ask her if that name is familiar. He’s almost certain he had heard Pepper say his name before.
His eyes find the phone number on the top of the page and he pulls his phone out of his pocket, typing in the number. It rings once, twice, three times, then goes to voicemail.
“This is Peter! I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I’ll get back with you as soon as I can, thank you!” Harley is slightly annoyed and surprised by the cheery voice that filters through the speaker. The dial tone beeps and Harley blinks, kind of caught off guard.
“Hi Peter, I got your application for sharing the apartment and I’d like to meet with you to discuss further options. Thank ya much, Harley Keener.” He hits the end call button and sets his phone down on the table, continuing to go through the applications.
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Peter stops in front of the door of his apartment, getting slapped in the face with the bright yellow paper stuck to his door that reads, ‘60 day eviction notice’. He swallows down the lump in his throat as someone clears their throat from behind him.
“Rent has been late the last four months, Mr. Parker. I’ve given you multiple chances and it just isn’t working out.” Peter turns on his heel and is met with Mr. Hall. He wears a deep frown, almost like he doesn’t want to kick Peter out, but has no choice. The guy clearly has a choice, though; he’s been doing just fine with Peter’s late rent. Someone’s probably offered the guy more money for the place that Peter doesn’t have.
“I know and I’m so sorry Mr. Hall, I’ve been trying really hard. It’s just–” Peter’s cut off by Mr. Hall finishing his sentence.
“You work two jobs and you’re going to college? I know Mr. Parker and I’m very sorry, but I can no longer tolerate this. I’ve been patient these last few months but I have a family to feed.” Peter knows it’s bullshit, but forces a smile for him instead.
“Okay, I understand.” Peter is short and he quickly turns around, ripping the note off his door and swallowing down the lump in his throat. He shuts the door behind him and grits his teeth, setting his backpack on the floor so he can run his hands through his hair.
He had filled out multiple applications for people looking for roommates in the area and only one had gotten back with him so far, but the rules were entirely too strict for Peter. There was no way he was going to be able to be SpiderMan and live under the same roof as the guy.
He threw the eviction notice onto the counter and picked his backpack up, carrying it to the small desk in the corner to finish his homework. By the time he was done, the sky had gone dark and the city streets became just a bit quieter.
Peter breathes out, placing all of his finished work back into its assigned folder and stood, stretching out the stiffness that came with sitting in a poorly made, wooden chair. He chances a glance out of the one window in his one room apartment and decides to turn the police scanner on, getting ready for patrol and putting on his SpiderMan suit. He was itching to get out of the cramped space he called ‘home’.
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Harley fiddled with the hot sleeve on his coffee cup as he waited for Peter to arrive. The guy was already ten minutes late and Harley was about to finally get up and leave, accepting he’d been blown off, but the dinging of the front door bell stopped him.
He looked up and his eyes met with a boys' brown ones. Harley immediately recognized the boy across the coffee shop as Peter, recalling the photo from his application. Peter looked impossibly better in person. His brown hair curled at the ends, but it wasn’t necessarily messy, his eyes were a deep brown, but shone in the sunlight that streamed through the many windows in the shop. He was dressed in a baggy sweater that looked like a lucky, vintage find in a thrift store and some dark-washed jeans. His tennis shoes were teetering on the edge of falling apart and he had a navy blue backpack slung over his shoulder.
“Are you Harley?” Harley blinked and found that Peter was standing right in front of him now, eyebrows pulled together and hands nervously gripping the straps of his backpack.
“Y-yeah, go ahead and sit down. Ya know you’re late?” Harley gestured towards the chair across from him, motioning for Peter to sit down.
“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. You know how awful it can be to get around in the city sometimes.” Peter flashed Harley an apologetic smile, sitting down in the chair and setting his bag on the floor next to him.
“I understand. So, Peter, tell me about yourself.” Harley was intrigued by Peter. The moment he watched him walk through the door he had wanted to know more about him.
“There’s not much to say other than what was already on my application,” Peter shrugged, fingers picking at the skin around his nails.
“Well there wasn’t a lot about you on the application. I know you attend Queenburough and have two jobs, but that’s about it.” Harley quirks an eyebrow, elbows leaning on the table in front of him.
“I’m majoring in engineering and minoring in psychology. I live in a one room apartment that smells like a dumpster because it’s all I can afford– or was. I like photography, but I haven't had much time to get into it again, though.” Peter shrugged, eyes meeting Harley’s every now and again.
“Got any family that lives ‘round here?” Harley leans forward as he studies Peter. The hurt that flashes across Peter’s face is only there for a split second, then it’s gone again.
“No.” He answers simply and Harley furrows his eyebrows. It’s obvious his question had been a surprise and touchy subject for Peter.
“They live out of state?” Harley assumed Peter’s situation could be similar to his. He misses his ma and Abbie and makes a mental note to call them at some point this week.
“Uh, no. I don’t really have any family left.” Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes avoiding Harley’s. The pieces fell into place and Harley lets out a small ‘oh’ at Peter’s words.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Harley’s mouth is dry– he doesn’t know what else to say, really.
“It’s alright. I think I’m slowly coming to terms with it.” Peter dares to meet Harley’s gaze. His stomach turns at the look of pity on Harley’s face.
“Ya shouldn’t have to. Look, I’m gonna be honest– I could really use a roommate. The woman that’s practically my second mother has been on my ass about not living alone. And it seems like you could use some company yourself, so, when can you move in?” There’s a few steps Harley skips in the interviewing process, throwing caution to the wind. He’s drawn to Peter and he doesn’t particularly know why, but he wants to.
“That’s it?” Peter’s jaw is dropped, eyebrows raised.
“Well, yeah.” Harley shrugs. He figured Peter would be eager at his offer.
“How much is rent?” Peter asks before he dives head first into what the blonde is offering him.
“$150 a month. I’m pretty well off, honestly, and I would really just need you to pay for utilities and groceries.” Peter has to stop his jaw from hitting the table.
“Any rules I should know about up front?” Peter believes this is too good to be true.
“I would prefer if you kept your dirty shoes off the rug, don’t forget to clean up after yourself, and shower everyday. Don’t need ya stinkin up the place.” Harley rattles off. “If you let me do me, I’ll let ya do you. Simple as that.”
“Well of course I’m gonna shower everyday who do you think I am?” Peter rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest.
“I don’t know your life, Parker.” Harley pops the ‘p’ if Peters last name in a satisfying and annoying way.
“Well, what if I was a murderer? And-and you just let me move in with you on a whim?” Peter gaped, hands motioning wildly. Harley blinked at the boy.
“Well are you?” Peter paused, staring back at the blonde.
“Am I a murderer?” Peter re-affirmed, voice hushed as to not alarm the other patrons enjoying their coffee.
“Yeah, are you?” Harley challenged, arms crossed against his chest. He already knew the answer.
“No! Of course not–” Harley cuts Peter off by standing, the legs of his chair scraping against the tile floor.
“Then it’s settled. You’re moving in with me.” Harley won’t take no for an answer.
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It’s a week later and Peter has packed all of his life into a total of four boxes. Harley is supposed to pick him up and help him move, but now that Peter is all packed, he realizes there’s not much help to be had.
A knock at his door snaps him out of his trance and he moves to open it. On the other side, there’s Harley who looks like he’s just seen a homeless man piss into a bottle at Central Park and throw it in the kids playground. “You weren’t joking about the dumpster smell, Pete.” Harley pushed past Peter and into the small, empty apartment.
“I’m all packed up.” Peter says, choosing to ignore Harley’s comment. Harley places his hands on his hips and surveys the room, his eyes landing on the four boxes stacked neatly across the room.
“Only four boxes?” Harley turns around, head tilted like a confused puppy.
Peter nods back at him, “to be fair, when I first moved here there was only one.”
Harley can’t decide whether to laugh or frown, so he settles on pulling his lips into a thin line. “Well let’s get a move on, Parker.”
It takes them one whole trip for the both of them to take the four boxes downstairs to Harley’s car. Peter knows he should be at least a bit embarrassed, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He doesn’t think Harley cares that much either; it just makes the process a whole lot easier anyhow.
Peter’s honestly impressed that Harley even has a car. New Yorkers don’t really own cars and when they do they have money.
“You drive?” Peter breaks the silence that has fallen over the two on the drive to Harley’s apartment.
“Good observation, sweetheart.” Harley smirks and Peter fumbles on his next words.
“No-no like— I know of maybe two people that own cars and live in the thick of New York,” Peter clarifies and Harley hums.
“Well I’m not from around here. I moved up from Tennessee for college and in Tennessee you can’t really walk anywhere too quickly. Had to learn how to drive to get around and get a half decent job– although that’s a joke when it comes to Rose Hill.” Harley explains. Peter mentally notes Harley’s accent. Makes sense.
“Do you like it here?” Peter keeps the topic focused on Harley. Harley doesn’t need to know about Peter. Peter is solely moving in with Harley because he can no longer afford to live on his own and there was no way that he could’ve passed up the deal he was offered. After losing May, MJ, and Ned he’s decided and determined to keep everyone at arms length.
“Not really, no. The city stinks all the time, people are downright rude, and traffic constantly bites you in the ass.” Harley complains, fingers drumming impatiently along the steering wheel as they sit in traffic. “What about you? Have you always lived here?”
“Yeah. Born and raised in Queens.” Peter’s reply is short and strained, making it obvious he doesn’t want to talk about himself any further. Harley doesn’t get the memo and continues with his questions.
“Ah, so you’re a true New Yorkian.” Harley’s fingers now drum along the wheel to the faint beat of the song that’s playing through the speakers instead of impatiently.
“That is not a real term.” Peter points out and Harley rolls his eyes, turning for just a moment to face Peter.
“It is now. I’ve just decided.” And Peter groans, elbow leaning on the console between them and hiding his face in his palm.
“You shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions like that. They don’t seem like they’re good ones,” Peter looks up and is met with Harley’s right profile. He’s staring at the car ahead, just now moving forward.
“How would you know? You’ve only known me for a week.” Harley shoots back and Peter snorts.
“Exactly. And now I’m moving in with you.” Harley is silent and Peter thinks he’s finally won the argument, but then–
“You agreed. I didn’t kidnap you; you came willingly.” Peter can’t really argue with that one.
Harley: 1, Peter: 0.
#parkner#harley keener x peter parker#harley keener/peter parker#parley#parkner fic#parkner angst#harley keener#peter parker#harley keener fic#peter parker fic#yes im back in my parkner era and im listening to folklore 24/7#parkner roommate au
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“My ear is burning, my ear is burning.”
“Well if you would hold still—,”
“You’re taking forever.”
“It’s a process! Here, wipe off your ear.”
“Gross, is this your sock? I’m starting to think you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I don’t. I told you that. It’s not my fault you didn’t think to download a tutorial before we went to space where there’s no YouTube. Either use the sock or suffer the chemical burns. I don’t care anymore.”
“Ah-ha! So at one point you cared.”
Peter stutters into silence. He’s 90% sure Harley is just bickering to fill the silence, as they do, but that 10% is compelling in its insistence that Harley isn’t going to gloss over Tony’s spilling of the beans for forever. At some point he’s going to want answers. Or rather, to let Peter down easy into the garbage compactor of ‘I’m flattered but I don’t think of you that way.’
HELLO??? Past Sarah where is the rest?????
#and how come i can't write good anymore???#let him down easy into the garbage compactor of ‘I’m flattered but I don’t think of you that way.’ <- GOLD#this is from one of those writing prompts i asked for back in (((april))) and for some reason i decided should be a 5 + 1 -_-#it'll happen#eventually probably#do you ever write a line so good you just like... you're done. you can't beat that.#every time i open this draft i'm like oh i can't top that it's done i guess#fuck it i'm going to write some mediocre lines and see what happens#maybe the rest of the fic will happen to me#parkner#parley#peter parker#harley keener#adventures with hair dye and feelings. In Space!#hold on is that the title now?
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Set Your Sails (Be Ready for the Winds of Change) - sheps - Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
Harley had a pretty sweet gig as far as Pokemon training went. He spent his days in Viridian City, battling the best of Kanto's trainers who came around to challenge the final League gym. He was living a trainer's dream, but honestly? Harley was starting to get bored. The spark of excitement that battling had always given him was starting to fade, and it had been a while since any trainer had been able to reignite it. Shackled into staying where he was, Harley waited for something new to come along. That something came in the form of one Peter Parker.
Peter was almost a year into his journey to be the very best. After traveling across Kanto, he finally found himself ready to earn his last badge at Viridian City Gym - only to find it closed upon his arrival. With no choice but to stick around until he found the gym leader, Peter figured he may as well take advantage of the city's caliber of trainers to sneak in some extra practice. That was how he found himself standing across a battlefield from Harley Keener, who proved to be the biggest challenge Peter had ever faced in more ways than one.
Click the link to read on AO3!
#alrighty so who had sheps writes a gay pokemon fic on their 2024 bingo card#parkner#peter parker#harley keener#keenker#parley#talesoffanfic#the journey starts today
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WIP poll tag game
I got tagged by @seadeepy, thanks for the tag!
Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets.
I'm tagging @chaosisorderao3, @the-writing-merlin, and whoever wants
#if more of my mutuals wanna be tagged for tag games pls lmk#im too insecure to tag without asking lmao#tag game#parkner#harley keener#peter parker#spider man#spiderlad#parley#mcu#bbcm#bbc merlin#merlin#merlin fic#spider man fic
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i am trying to find a Harley Keener/Peter Parker fic, i completely cannot find it.
Gwen Stacy, Harley, Peter, and Harry Osborn all move into a college dorm together and Gwen starts acting weird and it turns out she is a clone?
i think it might have been a post-no way home fic. not completely sure on that parameter however. thank you! i’m desperate owhdjfneiqhcofnksbkwjd
#ao3 fanfic#marvel#spiderman#ao3#harley keener#parley#help me find a fic#avengers#iron dad#iron dad and spider son#marvel shitpost#marvel iron man#marvel spiderman#spooderman
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Harley Keener and Co. as stuff me and my boyfriend have said to each other
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Harley: Requiescat in pace. *Flushes the toilet*
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Tony: Name one good thing about Ford cars, go.
Harley: When they break down, you can go and buy a Dodge!
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Harley, watching Breaking Bad: Yeah, I bet they're getting higher than pterodactyl titties.
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Peter: Do you think that the reason why Adam and Eve couldn't leave the garden was because dinosaurs were roaming outside the walls??
Harley: Yeah, the dinosaurs would've cuntfarted them out of existence!!
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Harley: Ford stands for Found On Road, Dead.
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Harley, winning a video game: You hear that!? That's the sound of your mom getting FUCKED!!
Peter: *losing his fucking mind*
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Harley: *Flails around*
Peter: What the fuck was that???
Harley: I call that one the skiddley-boop.
Peter: What was it meant to do?!
Harley: It fucking confuses the shit out of your enemy!
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Harley: I need an adult.
Tony: I'm right here.
Harley: Oh, you're an adult?? Well, that's fucking convenient. Lemme speak to your supervisor, because you act like you're five years old.
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Peter, arguing: Alchemy isn't fucking science!!
Harley, retaliating: IT'S AN ANIME ABOUT MAGICAL SCIENCE!!
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Harley, concussed due to a lab explosion: My butt don't wiggle wiggle, it shits. When I eat Taco Bell, it spits.
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Harley, babysitting Morgan: Okay, now wipe off your hands.
Morgan: *wipes off her hands quickly on her shirt and shows them, proudly*
Harley: WOAH, calm the fuck down, Houdini!
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Peter: *sticks his tongue out, childishly*
Harley: No thanks, I use toilet paper.
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Harley, trying to make Peter laugh in the lab: I'm doing a burnout in my underwear like the Daytona 500. Smells like burnt rubber and vasoline, cause I like to stay authentic.
Peter, trying to not lose it: What the fuck does that even mean??
Harley: I farted, gruesomely.
Peter: *laughs, because they both have childish toilet humor*
#Harley Keener#Peter Parker#Tony Stark#Iron man#Spider-Man#Parkner#Parley#Quotes#Quotes inspired by my daily interactions with my funny af boyfriend#Literally I write this shit down in my notes to use them for fics JKLSADJAKLSDA#Spiderlad#Ironfam
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anyways to my point of Harley Keener x Peter Parker x Sam Alexander. it’s called Parleynova now pass it on
#Parley#spideynova#parleynova#am I working on a zombies!au fic for them? maybe#I’ve already cried six times while writing it help#They all live don’t worry (for now)#Marvel
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okay hi so one of my parkner fics got nominated for the parkner awards 2023 for best in fluff so i would very much appreciate it if people could give it a read!
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Chapters: 18/18
Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Shuri, Betty Brant/Ned Leeds, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Michelle Jones, Shuri (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Betty Brant, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), May Parker (Spider-Man), Original Characters, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Parent Tony Stark, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Harley Keener as Iron Lad, Harley Keener is a little shit, MJ holds the one brain cell, tony is an idiot, Awesome May Parker (Spider-Man), BAMF May Parker (Spider-Man), Mild Language, Aged-Up Character(s), Adult Peter Parker, Adult Harley Keener
Summary:
Peter and Harley have been dating for almost a year - they live, work and fight crime together - but somehow, none of their friends or family have noticed. When they realise that no one knows of their relationship, they take the opportunity to have fun and mess with everyone.
I've actually finished it! Here's a link to my completed Parkner fic - I say completed but knowing me I'll probs come back in a few months time to add some extra one-shots or something
#peter parker#peter x harley#harley keener#parkner#parley#mj watson#ned leeds#tony stark#betty brant#shuri#pepper potts#morgan stark#spider-man#irondad and spiderson#spiderman#fanfic#fic#parkner fic#may parker#avengers#fake dating but kind of in reverse?
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Do u know that one fic where Peter writes on AO3 and Harley helps him with some of the affections in his writing by showing him? (I think it was like different types of hugs and there was a kiss too I think? I can't rly remember it lol) but I wanna re-read it and I can't find it! :(
i’m pretty confident this is the one!!
Just A Kiss (i don't wanna mess this thing up) by impravidus
Fan Fic Writer!Peter can't seem to get his romance scenes right. Harley steps up to the plate and teaches him.
#parkner#harley keener#peter parker#parkner fic recs#harley keener x peter parker#peter parker x harley keener#harleypeter#parley#keenker#ask#anon#impravidus
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“Why can’t you just let it rest?” The question makes Harley freeze, eyebrows furrowed under the mask he’s wearing.
“What rest?” Harley doesn’t know why he’s treading on thin ice, but he can feel the tension in the air.
“Tony. His legacy.” Spiderman says it like it’s personal and that’s what makes Harley’s blood run cold. Spiderman never knew Tony. Spiderman only ever knew Iron Man— not Tony. “Stop pretending to be something you’re not.” As quickly as Spiderman had appeared he had left, swinging out of the alleyway with a hand on his side. All that was left behind was a bit of his blood and the rounded up criminals.
Harley had nothing but respect for Spiderman. He was a hero for the little guy. From what he could tell the guy was also incredibly humble and kind. He had never killed anyone except for Mysterio, but Harley could’ve guessed there was something more sinister happening behind the scenes of that whole predicament. Spiderman was good. He was so good. Harley believed that with everything in him.
So why did he just treat Harley like complete horse shit and claim to know Tony personally? It all seemed so out of character. Or maybe it wasn’t.
Maybe Spiderman was actually an asshole. And he had fooled almost everyone in the world into believing he wasn’t.
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NEW CHAPTER TUESDAY
read ch. 1 here
#parkner angst#this is my trying#parkner fic#parkner#secret identity#harley keener#peter parker#parley#spiderman#iron lad
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You’re Better Then the Stars
ao3- Honckity
Parkner-Peter Parker/Harley Keener
WC: 927
It’s a Thursday night. He and Peter don’t have school tomorrow, but they have to get up earlier than they usually would on a day with no school, for a dumb meeting with Tony and some no-name company.
It’s now 9:16pm on a chilled winter night, they could see their breaths in front of them with every exhale. They were going to head to bed soon, they had to wake up at six in the morning for a meeting at eight.
Both of them were outside for the main reason of wanting to get sick so they didn’t have to go to the meeting tomorrow.
Peter was wrapped up in a blanket with a toque covering his ears. His nose and lips are red, his fingers probably are too. Harley was wearing a simple hoodie and toque, his right hand in Peter’s lap.
Both boys' necks ached from looking up at the twinkling lights in the sky. Well, one of them is going to have a sore neck in the morning.
Peter busied himself with softly playing with his boyfriend’s fingers, he stared up into the black void that’s littered with stars. Harley on the other hand, had his head turned away from extraordinary sight above them, and was taking in the sight of Peter.
He wasn’t one bit interested in astronomy, stuff like that, but his eyes had a wondered look, like he had every thought of the world hidden behind them.
Peter’s face is dimly lit by the shine of the moon and stars. His beautiful face is still visible for Harley, so there’s no problem that needs to be fixed. Peter is happy, Harley is happy because of that. That’s all Harley needs.
read the rest!:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38258566
#parkner#parley#marvel#gay#fanfics#harley keener#peter parker#harley keener x peter parker#tony stark#the avengers#cute fic#fluffy#harley is a simp#stargazing#honckity
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PLS PLS WRITE THE PLATONIC YANDERE MIGUEL OHARA FIC IM BEGGINF 🙏🙏🙏🧎♂️🧎♂️🧎♂️🧎♂️🧎♂️WE NEED MORE PLATONIC FICS OF THIS MAN
(Thank you for reading this and have a great day!!)
I definitely see dad Miguel treating reader like a child, no matter what age you are. You could be a strong, independent woman, and to Miguel... you're a baby🥺 Everytime you get frustrated when he tells you no, or doesn't allow you to do what you want, he thinks you look absolutely adorable, your brows furrowed and your nostrils flared, and Miguel just has to just lean down to your level and you think that he's gonna offer you an explanation and in his mind, he does, but all he really says is-
"I know what's best for you, mija."
And if you dare to say "you're not my dad!", he won't say anything because yeah, you're right, but he will stare at you intimidatingly until you either take your words back or change the topic.
I think Miguel is not someone who talks much (but he still expects you to converse with him regularly) and so when he doesn't wanna argue with you, he may or may not shoot a web to seal your lips shut, just so that you give him enough time to explain (which again he doesnt), but he does use this time to tell you that you're grounded and then again, uses his strength against you to pick you up like a little bratty kitten and drop you back to your room.
I also think that Miguel definitely sees you as this helpless creature that would absolutely DIE without him. It doesn't matter if you're a spider-person like him, no. To him, you're just a frail kitten that needs papa Miguel's help to shelter her from the pouring rain and bubble wrap you and cuddle you and just- protect you from this all too harsh world.
And you could be trying to break free from his grasp, going of about how he didnt need you to pull you from your universe, how you had your life under control and what not, and Miguel would just sigh and shake his head and mutter "Teenagers🙄" EVEN IF YOU'RE AN ADULT.
Miguel isnt someone who talks about his feelings, definitely not at first, he just bottles everything up until the lid pops off and someone else has to face his fury. BUT that doesn't he doesn't expect you to talk about yours. He's super observant so the moment he notices the slightest change in your mood, or the way you breathe, oh he's bugging you to tell him whats wrong. I mean he's breathing down your neck, which as you already know isnt great because he is the only person you're allowed to talk to (minus Peter B Parker and Mayday), and eventually, he may even tie you upside down with his web to make you talk. And he's just nodding and offering up solutions/therapeutic advices (not really, they're just compromises) while you're getting blood rush from hanging off the ceiling for so long.
Also going back to the "you're not my dad!" thing, I think if you say it enough times, it does start to hurt him and eventually he reaches a breaking point where he does end up getting mad and bares his teeth at you as he yells "I AM, NOW! AND IF YOU DON'T START LISTENING TO ME MIJA, YOU WILL REGRET IT! NOW, MARCH OFF TO YOUR ROOM!" And sure, you get spooked enough to run off, but not before you yell like a very cliche, angsty teen "I hate you!" and you slam your door close before he could scold you again. He still comes right up to your door, probably to ground you even more, but he doesnt have the heart to open the door when he hears your sobs. Damn, now you just broke his heart. So, Miguel leaves, deciding its best that you two get some space to cool off.
Now I see Miguel as the type of dad who doesnt really apologise (mostly because he doesn't feel like he's done anything wrong) but instead offers a parley or a white flag of sorts in the form of food (like some cut up fruits and veggies, or even your fav takeout) and sure, his heart is still heavy with guilt, even more so when he sees your swollen red eyes indicating how you've been crying for days, so he clears his throat, maybe shifts in his seat a little and asks about your day or something random, heartbreak intensifying 100X when you refuse to talk to him, making him resort to something thats... uncomfortable for you both.
A hug.
I mean this has to be the most awkward hug in history, because Miguel just swoops you up and places you in his lap, pulling you to his chest and telling you that he's not letting go until you talk. STILL NOT APOLOGISING, I mean there is a greater likelihood that you may end up apologising to him but Miguel sure as hell isnt saying the word "sorry" (unless you're dead, specifically if u die in his arms hehe).
#yandere miguel x reader#yandere spiderverse#yandere miguel o'hara#yandere atsv#yandere x reader#platonic miguel#miguel x reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel x you#spiderman 2099#spiderman atsv#platonic yanderes#platonic
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