AUTHORS NOTE: Does anyone even like Norman Osborn or the Green Goblin anymore? Idk, but I know I do.
SUMMARY: Having an arranged marriage with Norman Osborn—except Norman actually loves you, just doesn't show it, as neither do you. Yet, one day a certain "alter ego" takes over and shows you what Norman never showed you himself.
CW: Female Reader; OOC; Non-Cannon; Reader is Harry's biological mother; swearing; goblin's flirty; implied smut;
You've been worried about your son, Harry Osborn, for a while.
He's been looking.. down. Really down.
At first, you thought it was normal young behavior, just mood swings and not wanting to speak with neither you or Norman, you'd been the same at his age.
And yet your perspective changed the day he walked through that door crying.
You were just reading a book in the living room, flipping through the pages uninterested in the words, something about an orphan discovering he's a wizard is all you could make out of it, and for you? It wasn't all that interesting.
Not long after, Harry stormed through the door, tears covering his cheeks and barely could speak, the only words coming out of his mouth was "Mama..." Repeatedly, his hands coming to his face to try and wipe his crying.
You stood up and practically ran to him, book already long forgotten on the sofa, arms wrapping around him, comforting him the best you could. "Shh.. there there... It's alright, let's calm down and explain what happened, yeah?" He nodded, hands trembling letting you guide him to the kitchen, sitting down while you started making tea.
"Dad was right.." He managed to say between tears. "Mary Jane, she—she ended up with Peter." A sad smile appeared in his face. "It's no surprise—i mean, Peter's been in love with her since fourth grade.."
You let him talk, letting him let it all out. All the things he wanted to tell you, all the things he kept hidden. You knew sooner or later you'd have to tell Norman about this—but for now? You have to be there for your son.
Night soon came, and with that so did Norman. Harry, who had dinner with you later than usual, was already fast asleep.
You were nervous, not because you were scared of how Norman would react, no, you were nervous because of your son, wasn't Peter his best friend? How could he do something like that? Not that you could blame the poor boy for following his heart... but you also couldn't ignore the fact that following his heart made your son heart-broken. All those feelings, would unfortunately have to wait as you hear the door of your bedroom slowly open.
Norman thought you were already asleep, it was clear by the slowness of the door as he tried not making noise, it was also clear he was not expecting you to be brushing your hair in front of the mirror, moonlight illuminating your features..
"Oh lord..." He heard himself murmuring, as if he didn't realize he was talking. It only lasted a second though, as he rapidly started to unbutton his shirt, looking down at his own feet. "Uh.. Didn't think you'd be awake at this hour.."
Your eyes swiftly look at him and then back at your own reflection, feeling the tips of your ears start to burn. Him and his stupid beautiful face. "Neither did I." You started, putting the brush down and standing up, directing yourself towards the bed, your side of the bed, to be exact. "And yet, there's something I need to talk with you about." You sit down, adjusting yourself against the soft silk pillows on the bed and crossed your legs.
His heart nearly dropped. Was it about divorce? Did it come earlier than he expected? "..What may it be about..?" He manages to drag out as he slides his pants down, throwing them in the laundry basket you kept in the corner of the room.
"It's about Harry." Oh that was it. You were gonna say you wanted custody of him weren't you? Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shi- "Harry's already an adult, idiot." A voice on his head spoke and he froze. "You literally went to his graduation." It continued as Norman regained his composure and started dressing himself in his pajamas. He hated when the voice was right. "What about Harry?" He asked, his eyes flicking to see your face for a second before getting his attention back on his clothes.
You sign, not sure how to explain what happened earlier. "Well.. he came home crying.. told me that his girlfriend, that Watson girl? Got with Peter." You speak calmly, yet you're gripping the sheets as you inform your husband of the things your son took hours and hours to get out with tears. A hand of yours goes up to support your head as you keep talking, not feeling a certain gaze upon you. "And- I just don't know what to do, I literally just let him talk, made dinner and he went to sleep.. fuck.."
Norman approaches as your hands cover your face. "You've been wearily quiet Norman..."
He looked at you, you turned your head a bit and looked at him back as he climbed into the bed. "Let's have another one."
"What??" You look at him deeply confused, hands now infront of your chest as one of his find your wrists and pin you down. "I said let's have another one."
You look at him like he's crazy, as he can only stare at you with an emotion you couldn't quite confirm what it is. "No I heard what you said- but why so out of the blue?? Not to mention we're already going into our 50's-" You get cut off by him grinning from ear to ear—something you've never seen him do before.
"If this one's giving you such trouble, then we'll simply make another one." He said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world, something a toddler does everyday. "Norman! What is up with you?? If by giving me trouble you mean our son having feelings then-"
"I'm not Norman, sweet thing." He cuts you off once again, his deep esmerald eyes looking hungrily at you—wait. Esmerald? Didn't Norman have blue eyes..?
You gulp, scanning the face of the man on top of you up and down, definitely the same as Norman, only difference? The green eyes. After a few seconds, you work up the courage to ask. "..Who are you, then?"
"Hmm... I think you know.." He responded, which just made you even more confused. He notices your expression and decides to give you a hint. "Don't you remember? The board members of Oscorp?"
"The ones who-" Something seemed to click into place in the middle of your sentence. The ones who the green goblin killed. He giggled at your reaction of shock.
"Ah.. Now it rings a bell, doesn't it?" He wraps a finger around a strand of your hair. Your eyes move to look at it.
You feel your voice stuck in your throat, your mind spinning round and round. Was Norman the Goblin all along? How haven't you catch on? "What do you want from me?"
He pretended to think for a bit, making you anxious waiting for his response. "You."
"Huh?"
"I. Want. You." He smiled, twisting your hair carefully not to break. "I gotta admit.. at first I didn't know what Norman saw in you.. thought you were just a pretty face.. a stone in the way of my plans.."
"Yet look at you! So delicate.. so caring.. so..beautiful.." He tucks the hair he'd been playing with behind your ear. "So perfect.. surely Norman wouldn't mind sharing with his other half, now would he?"
You look at him puzzled. Isn't he going to ask what do you think? And what did he mean by his plans? And sharing? You weren't a thing to be owned or shared!
"I'm not an object to be shared." You worked up the courage to say, he just grins again and kisses your cheek.
"Of course you're not.. I'm not stupid, sweetheart.. at least not as stupid as Norman." He pauses shortly before continuing. "Did he ever tell you how much he loves you?" His mouth starts slowly dragging kisses down your cheek to your jaw. "How much he likes your voice? How much he wishes he could kiss you over and over and over again?" His lips are now on your neck, nibbling on your soft skin.
"How much he wishes he had another child after Harry?" He bites down on a sensitive spot on your neck, leading you to throw your head back into the pillows and let out a moan, which makes you quickly bite your lip, yet it only makes the goblin grin wider.
He finally lets go of your wrists, but his hands find themselves back on your body, more specifically holding your waist
"You tell me, my princess. Do you want this lil' goblin to stop? Or do you want him to do what Norman never had the balls to?" He tilts his head, you bite your lip.
"... Don't stop." You respond, eyes locking into his, a faint blush growing on your cheeks, he smiles as his face slowly comes closer to yours, lips starting to brush against yours, and then he kisses you. It's desperate, like a starved man, like he was waiting to do this for years, like you're capable of vanishing out of nowhere.
"Very well then.." You feel his hands start traveling lower and lower along the curves of your body. "Let me show you what I can do.."
Dividers by @xycrowlo and @cafekitsune.
