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I close my eyes and the world drops dead

( Nobody's son. Nobody's daughter. )


















Giver / Taker,                    written by mads.
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𓃦 Frank Bidart.









































Who is but a child committed to their father?

          Hadley Osborn was born into a house filled with laughter and light spilling out of the crevices. She was born into a home that housed a mother and a father and a son; a wife and a husband and a child. She was born into a home that had known love.

But the home you were born into is not the house that raises you. Not when the floorboards started to creak, and the paint grew dim; a silent but ever present knife to the heart.
The often warm home was no more. In its place, came the house that would shape Hadley.

Her father grew greedy and conceded, driven by a desire so painfully rich she didn't know where green stopped bleeding into his pockets. Her mother, in response, grew cold and broken——a folded-in version of a woman who once sang and cared. It was only her brother, the boy by her side through it all, who could also recall the once yellow walls and open arms. Hadley might be Alexandria and Norman's daughter, but she was also Harry's sister.

This was the comfort she clung to as days grew longer and the familiar figures that once shaped her days floated further and further away. It was all she had. Somedays, it was like he was all she had.

Until, she didn't.

It was slow, the pull Harry made from her. So slow she never even noticed, ears never peaking at conversations about running deeper into the heart of the city to chase an internship that'd "make dad proud." Something that was only a twenty minute subway ride away, but she knew when the day would come would feel like an ocean instead. All because it'd mean suddenly, she'd be alone.

There'd be no Harry to fill the empty he never even realized he was filling, and nothing to be done to block the shadows falling on her life. Her days already moved at a stagnant pace, a fly fighting its way out of a trap—not realizing her wings were too stuck in the wax to get much of anywhere. There was no telling what would happen the day she lost him. She didn't want to imagine before reality forced her hand.

Her only saving grace came in filling her time at Midtown High School, no matter that any other teenager would be appalled by finding reprieve in school. It was there that things weren't quiet and her thoughts didn't echo against the walls around her like they did at home. She could always count on other people's words to take up that space, no matter with what. The homework they'd forgotten, the latest party and the break up that came with it, maybe even Spider-Man.

The latest of which was a newer topic, but quickly the most prevalent. Cutting through the skies in his red and blue, New York's newest superhero has captured everyone's attention. It's made him impossible to miss, and impossible to ignore. Hadley wished it wasn't—wished people would realized a new superhero only meant one thing.

A superhero was nothing without a bad guy to stop, without someone to help, without a mess to clean up. She had no doubt someone would be stepping in to make those things happen. It's like the world just couldn't help itself. The scales had to balance themselves someway or another.

A prediction that comes true, even when she wishes it wouldn't.

They're too familiar: the laugh that echoes in New York citizens sudden nightmares, the glider a newly feared Goblin steers, the tension in Spider-Man's shoulders. They ache in her, begging her to know. To realize she's too close this time, and she can't escape it like she's done everything else. There's no running from this one.

Everything she's ever known is about to change. Hadley Osborn was never going to be the same; Hadley was always going to be Hadley.

A daughter bound to suffering eternal.





























Luna Blaise 𓃦 Hadley Osborn
XVI. I am afraid I am rotten.



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David Corenswet Harry Osborn
XVII. All this anger was once love.























Ella Purnell ╱         Anastasia Gilroy
XVI. I am fragile and unholy.
























Andreas Pietschmann ╱         Campbell Gilroy
XLIV. I warm you with my blood.























Jordan Elsass ╱         Chase Fender
XVII. Maybe we exist to bleed.
























Ben Barnes ╱         Norman Osborn
XLIX. I'll have the knife in my teeth.
























Tell me, what have you done?

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With.

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Tom Holland.      PETER PARKER
Ana Brenda Contreras.      ALEXANDRIA OSBORN
Zendaya.      MICHELLE MJ JONES
Archie Renaux.     EUGENE FLASH THOMPSON
Jacob Batalon.     EDWARD NED LEEDS
Emily Alyn Lind.    BETTY BRANT
J.K. Simmons.     J. JONAH JAMESON
Sophie Cookson.     DESTINY CLARE
Joseph Gordon Levitt.     DR. ALEC KIRKLAND

and

Kevin Costner.     BENJAMIN PARKER (†)























Authors Notes.

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𓃦 ...surprise?! I actually hate the summary of this book so much but I've been writing at it for days and I've decided it's just not going to get better so you get what you get!!! I hope it does some justice to this plot, which is to basically sum up: Spider-Man (2002)'s plot with Tom's spider-man and timeline characters with an Osborn daughter thrown in + more creative liberties ofc ;) I'm so so excited for it!! I feel like there's going to be so much that I can do with this fic and a lot to play around with, and I can't wait to see what you guys think

𓃦   Meet Hadley Amber Osborn, who is actually going to go through it a little (a lot) but I would die for. She is sunsets and a cold breeze, too many shots of espresso, actions over words, baggy jeans, her brother's keeper, over-compartmentalizing, clunky rings, old & battered books, chapped & bitten lips, my father's the worst man alive and i'm his favorite daughter, ink stains, late assignments, and so much more. She's most of all, just a girl <3

𓃦 Credit. where credit is due!! Almost everything in here is mine (graphics, etc.) except for the cover, which was made by the loml saintmearies !!! Thank you sunshine, for the masterpiece you've provided for this fic, I'm obsessed with it <3

𓃦 Content Warnings. Mentions of: physiological torture, mental health struggles, mental illness, depression, suicidal thoughts, kidnapping, mild blood and gore, violence, some graphic scenes, unhealthy coping mechanisms, some mature content, adult language, (underage) smoking and drinking. + Other marvel related warnings I'm sure I forgot. I recommend you be 16+ to read this, but above all else please read at your own risk!

𓃦 Dedications. saintmearies twsters quickslvrs duable sunsfyre icemavs innermoons citrinerot sweetvinyls tomlinyun liquidlyn taylrsdaughter jeangreys rovtledge honeyrots taIktoomuch -KAYOKOS riotsuns sirnsong kieranculkins patrickzweigs faistsluvrr cowgirlcove bIodrena gavictrl quicksilvrs (some of you didn't ask, but i wanted you to have them <3 don't feel obligated to read!)

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