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looks like a tragedy now | draco malfoy

Summary: You and Draco had been together for over a year when an argument sent things into a downward spiral. Neither of you will talk to each other and when you do it only seems to make things worse. Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1.3k Authors Note: this is another repost from my old account. wrote in 2020 and the first ever draco fic i wrote so it’s not amazing but it holds a special place in my heart <3

“You could always just go over and talk to him,” Hermione suggested as she followed your line of sight which of course led her gaze to land on the one and only Draco Malfoy. At her words, you sighed heavily and shook your head. It took you another few seconds before you finally pulled your eyes away from him to look down at your plate of food. Not a single bite had been taken, too nauseous to even think about eating.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me, Hermione. I’m not sure I want to talk to him either,” you shrugged your shoulders, using your fork to push the uneaten food around on your plate.

“What even happened?” Harry had now decided to chime in. Ron was too busy stuffing his face with food to be too bothered to ask questions but he was still listening.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m going to the common room,” you said rather abruptly as you got to your feet.

“You haven’t eaten anything,” Harry noticed.

“Not hungry.”

And, with that you headed out of the Great Hall and towards the comfort of the Gryffindor common room. You really appreciated the concern of your friends but right now you didn’t want to even talk about what had gone on between you and Draco. It was a sensitive topic — one that you didn’t think you could talk about yet without bursting into tears. So, for now, you were going to sit in front of the fire, read a book and attempt to get your thoughts away from a certain Slytherin.

You and Draco had been together for over a year now. It had all started in fourth year when you’d been paired together in Charms for an assignment. At first, you didn’t talk much but then one day conversation started flowing when you questioned him about Quidditch. Conversations then turned into two friends hanging out outside of Charms then that turned into both parties seemingly getting a crush on each other then one day Draco had had enough of dancing around and asked you out at the start of fifth year. The rest was history. Since then you’d been together, it had been perfect until Draco started acting secretive and you let jealousy take over on your end. This had led to a big, big argument. Now, two days later you weren’t talking to each other, your relationship was up in the air and you had no idea what to do. Sure, you could easily have marched over to him and demanded to talk but some pretty hurtful things had been said and the last thing you wanted was to have another shouting match. It was safer to stay away from each other right now as much as it killed you. Little did you know it was killing him just as much.

“Cheer up, (Y/N). You better off without ferret face anyway,” Ron patted you on the shoulder. It had been a week now since you and Draco had spoken. You’d made no effort to talk to him and he’d made no effort to talk to you. In fact, you’d been actively trying to avoid each other.

“Yeah,” was all you said. You knew your friends didn’t like Draco. He wasn’t much a fan of them anyway so you didn’t really expect them to understand why you were miserable. You had to give them credit, though, they really were trying to make you feel better but it wasn’t helping. As the days passed by you felt more and more miserable. You missed him. You missed him so damn much. Maybe if the two of you weren’t so stubborn you’d have fixed this already.

You threw your bag down onto the ground, sliding into your seat at your usual table in Charms. This had been the class you’d been dreading all week. This was the class that you sat next to Draco in. You rested your head on your hand playing around with the sleeve of your sweater with the other. Suddenly, you heard a chair scraping across the floor and books being thrown on the table. He was here. He was next to you. You knew by the smell of his cologne. The smell you loved so much. Usually, he’d greet you with a warm ‘hello darling’ and not hearing those all too familiar words broke your heart. All you wanted to do was throw your arms around him and say sorry but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You were far too stubborn to give in. Besides, you deserved an apology too. You hadn’t bothered looking at him yet, solely focused on the thread of your sweater.

“Can you move your bag? It’s in my way,” Draco drawled without even looking at you. It seemed he was doing his best to avoid looking in your direction.

“Okay.” You picked the bag up, putting it at your other side and bravely took a look at him. “Draco...”

“Class is about to start,” he cut you off sharply. As he did, he took a quick glance at you. Eyes meeting eyes for the first time in a week. He looked sad. He looked as sad as you felt. But, this was Draco Malfoy and there was no way he’d ever show his emotions properly so he looked forward, shaking his head as if you’d annoyed him. In reality, he was putting on a show. He didn’t want you to know how much he was hurting.

Class finished and you couldn’t have been more thankful. It had been torture having to be so close to Draco and not talking to him. You both could have easily said something to each other but neither of you wanted to. Well, you did but neither of you wanted to be the first to start the conversation. As people rushed out of class, you found yourself running up to Draco, grabbing his wrist to stop him in his tracks. Swiftly, he turned around to look at you, yanking his arm away from your touch.

“What? I have places to be,” he said cooly. “Or do you just want to accuse me of stupid things again? Did I look at someone? Am I having an affair? I mean, I did look at Flitwick a few times. I suppose that means I’m in love with him, right?”

“Shut up. Just shut up,” you burst out, tears brimming your eyes. “You have no right to speak to me like that. If you weren’t so secretive and hid things from me then I wouldn’t have to be paranoid all the time. You blew off plans with me every single time we planned something, Draco. What am I supposed to think?”

“Maybe trust me and have a little faith in me. How about that, huh? But, no. Couldn’t do that, could you?” Draco sneered. You could tell he was getting annoyed all over again and so were you. Both of you knew how to get on each other's nerves. As much as you missed each other, this was something that couldn’t be solved that easily.

“It’s so annoying how nothing is ever your fault. It’s always mine. I’m tired. I wanted to apologise but you’re being a typical Slytherin and giving me that attitude. I thought you’d changed. Thought maybe you could have an adult conversation with me but I was wrong.” Using the sleeve you’d been playing with earlier, you wiped at your eyes to make sure you weren’t crying yet. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you cry.

“Whatever. Are you done?”

“Are you done, Draco?”

That took him back a little bit. He knew exactly what you meant but couldn’t bring himself to give a straight answer. “Maybe.”

That was the last thing he said before he walked away from you leaving you with a whole new sense of heartbreak. Was this the beginning of the end?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3

When you have a superhuman with superior senses, they’re bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.

It’s why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel have…something between the two of you. It’s just that no one is quite sure what.

Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.

Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasn’t one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.

A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.

You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winter’s day.

Everyone knew the saying ‘opposites attract’, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.

~

“Ain’t no way the two are together, she’s too good for him!” Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.

“I don’t know, maybe that’s why they work together. Because she makes him better?” Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.

“I think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?” Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.

“OKAY! Okay, forget I asked,” he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.

They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.

“Look at them,” Gwen says, “have you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?” she asks, and Hobie snorts.

“C’mon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?” he says, but they all continue watching intently.

You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they weren’t just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.

You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.

They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.

You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.

“Did…that just happen?” Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguel’s fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?

“Somebody pinch me,” Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.

“OW!”

~

Miguel never lets anyone help him out when he’s injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldn’t even look in the infirmary’s direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasn’t going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?

The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.

Well, unless you were there.

“Miguel O’Hara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,” you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.

“I’m fine,” he says, glaring at you as if trying to say ‘Just try’. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didn’t.

“You wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,” you retort, and he puffs.

“This is nothing, I’ve dealt with worse,” he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomaly’s flames. Miguel can’t help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.

Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.

For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the man’s broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.

There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.

“Mr. O’Hara-" a doctor’s voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.

“She’s got it from here,” he says, Miguel’s tone final. A small “yes, sir” can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctor’s office door closing once more.

“You know, you should really let the professionals help you,” your voice can be heard.

“You dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,” he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.

Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.

There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.

He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his boss’ privacy no less.

It wasn’t going to stop him from telling everyone else though.

~

“This is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,” Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,” Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.

Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasn’t often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.

“Why did you have to bring me with you,” he whispers, “Miguel already doesn’t like me. He doesn’t need more of a reason to.”

“Because I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And let’s be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,” she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.

You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.

“The anomaly’s last known location was here,” Lyla’s voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.

“Why can’t villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? What’s this one again, a freaky shadow monster?” you think out loud.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. “Do a scan of the place, will you?”

“What do we say~” Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.

“Please,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Please, Lyla,” he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.

“Already done,” the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.

“The two of you will be the death of me,” he says lowly.

“Oh, don’t be like that, grumps. You’d be too stubborn to die,” you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,” Lyla says before disappearing.

“I really need to do a rewrite of her code,” Miguel mutters to himself.

In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.

With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.

And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.

“That was…kinda lame,” you snicker, pulling off your mask

“Told you so,” Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.

“Don’t say that to me,” you pout.

“What, can’t handle the truth?” he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.

“…was that a smile,” Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.

“Was that what it was?” Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.

~

It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.

Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.

Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.

“Alright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?” Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.

She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her father’s back before leaping.

“Hey, lil spider!” You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. “What are you doing here so late?” you ask.

“Playdate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,” Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. “What are you doing here so late?”

You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

“Working late. Like you said, time really flew,” you say, but Peter knew that wasn’t the full truth.

“Working so hard that you need two cups of coffee?” he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her father’s arms.

“What can I say, caffeine doesn’t really work on me,” you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. “Goodnight, Peter, Mayday,” you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.

And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.

~

People didn’t often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.

It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.

“We heard you talking to someone! And laughing,” Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.

“Well, do you see anyone around?” Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.

“W-well, no…But!” she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. “But we heard you. There was someone here, wasn’t there?”

Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.

Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying ‘I dare you to say anything’ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.

“No. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If that’s all you’re here for, I have important work to get to. So why don’t you go bother someone else, yeah?”

~

“I give up,” Gwen says, slumping in her chair. “We’re never going to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Jess asks, walking up to the group.

“Whether or not there is something going on between those two,” Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.

Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. Only asks a simple question.

“What makes you think so?”

“Everyone here knows that there’s something there, even if they want to admit it or not. She’s one of the few people he tolerates, they’re together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,” Gwen reasons.

“You could have just asked, you know,” you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.

Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.

“And to answer the question,” you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.

“We’re actually married.”

The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.

Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3

Part two out now!! Read it here.

The Fates That Tie Miguel O'Hara x Fated Mate PT 2

Summary: Miguel believes that his mate doesn't want him. And you believe that your mate is dead. What happens when the truth comes to light in an awful situation forcing him to hold you captive at HQ?

Tags: Hero Miguel x Villian, Fated Mates, enemies to lovers, vulgar language, misunderstood villain(ehhh sometimes), both Miguel and reader being mean to each other, mentions of sexual assault, forced proximity, angst angst angst 6.2k words

A/N: Sorry loves for the long wait I've been so busy since school started! Mwah<333

Masterlist

Part 1

•°~°•

“What did you just do?”

You begin to stammer over your words. “I-I don’t know it’s your fault I told you not to come near me” Hordes of police are making their way into the park with their guns drawn and you swear amidst the crowd you see a few SWAT teams as well. When red lasers begin to land on your forehead you have to force yourself to put your hands up. You never meant for it to get this far.

You fear you might be in deep deep shit.

“Stand up slowly with your hands up any sudden movements and we'll open fire” You hate following orders but you know it's not the time to retaliate. Slowly you try to stand up but after almost dying you're finding difficulty to do so. You try again and this time before you can fall Miguel—Spiderman catches your elbow holding you upright.

“Spider-Man you are to hand Spark over, it's clear that she's a bigger threat to the citizens of Nueva York than we thought” 

“With all due respect, I plan on holding her captive to better understand her powers and get her access to our on-site mental health facilitators. She needs help” You can't believe that he's using you like this if he really thinks you're going to be held in a cage then he's dead wrong. But you have no choice but to play along for now.

“She took down 2 buildings full of residents she's a threat to everyone even yourself”

“That's why she needs to be held at HQ so we can find a better way to deal with powers like hers. How long have we failed to actually retain her?” It's hard to tell because of the distance between you and the police but you can see the change in their body language that they are thinking about. But then again humans always wanted more power meddling with things that don't concern them.

“Stand down”

You ignore the way Spiderman's body sags in relief. He's not as tense as he just was. “We're going to give you a deadline she deserves to pay for her crimes”

“Understood if that's all I'll be taking her now the sooner the better” You can see that some of the officers disagree with this but they have no choice but to follow their leader's orders.

Spiderman turns around to detain you, the one hand on your arm that's holding you up slides down your arm, and then heavy metal is placed on your wrists. Handcuffs.

He grabs your arm again and this time with his free hand he uses it to swing you both away. The movement catches you off guard and a surprised yelp leaves your mouth. He doesn't stop until you're standing in front of a very tall building. It doesn't take a genius to know that this is HQ. When you can finally place two feet on the ground you have to focus all your energy on not throwing up.

“A little warning would've been great”

“I owe you nothing”

“Same here so now that's out of the way come and take these handcuffs off I think you proved your point to them”

“I wasn't lying I'm keeping you captive until I figure out what the hell to do with you”

“That's not happening get me out of these fucking handcuffs before I-”

“Before you do what? Blast another building? By all means, dig us into a bigger hole. This is your fault if you had just listened to me none of this would've happened now I gotta figure out a way to get us both out of this mess”

“There is no us—there is no we. I can figure this out on my own take these freaking cuffs off-” Suddenly a wave of dizziness passes through you making you lose your balance. This time he lets you fall to the ground. You stare up at him angrily and however this bond thing works you try to send him your hatred for him.

“The feelings mutual let's go”

•°~°•

Spider Society is nothing like you expect there are Spidermans everywhere in all different shapes and sizes and ages too. Not to mention the dinosaur..??

Honestly, you don't even want to ask. 

Given your reputation, multiple people send snarls your way like their animals. You're going to have so much fun here it's making you excited.

Not.

Spiderman leads you to a place lower level depositing you on the ground as if you mean nothing. You try not to wince, you'd hate to give him that satisfaction. You're so tired you don't even have the energy to fight him anymore. He removes the handcuffs from you placing your hands in front of you. The minute he puts on those handcuffs that messed with your powers earlier you let him have it.

“Now what the hell do you think is going to happen if you leave these on me”

His mask disengages and you wish you could slap him when you catch him rolling his eyes. “Nothing is going to happen to you it'll just subdue your powers again-”

“Again do you even hear yourself I almost died and you're going to put these things on me again?”

“Yes yes, I am. Stay down here until I figure out what the hell I'm going to do there are cameras in here so don't be stupid” And with that, he turns and leaves submerging you into complete darkness the only light shining through is the light under the door. 

“Steven can you turn on a light and play some sounds please”

“On it boss” You can't stay in the dark for long. Ever since….that night the darkness scares you it makes you fear that those men who came into your room that night will return. You hate it you really do it makes you feel pathetic but you can't really blame yourself you were only a child. And although it was many years ago the pain still remains and you're not really sure when that pain will go away. 

You look around the room only just now realizing how barren it is. There's not even a bed. There's a small window very high up in the room. The walls are gray….and that's about it this room is completely bare. You would think he would at least give his “mate” a blanket of sorts but-

A blinding pain emerges in your stomach, cutting off your train of thought. It's like period pain but 20x times worse. What is happening to you?

“Boss, what’s wrong? What is it?” 

“Steven M-My stomach is killing me something is wrong” Clutching your stomach as you double over in pain you try to watch as Steven begins to walk around the room.

“Is your mate here?”

You groan. “No Steven, not you too that man is not my mate it's black magic I'm telling you and no he's not here I don't know where that loser went” 

“Well, that explains it you guys just acknowledged each other now Fate is waiting on you to seal the bond. When mates acknowledge each other they are usually inseparable but in this case, since he's not near you you're going to experience pain” You begin to wave your hands in dismissal this has to be a joke. “Steven there's no way that's possible”

“It is very possible boss”

“So you're telling me that this man has to be near me at all times for this pain to go away?” Sweat is beginning to coat your skin despite the lack of heat. In this room, it feels very cold actually. 

“Welllll actually there is a way for this to stop and you and I both know what it is”

“Steven, I swear that if that man brings his dick anywhere near me I'm going to electrocute it, chop it off, and feed it to the dogs. We’re not having sex”

“But boss-”

“But boss nothing there has to be another way” You curse the Fates for being so freaky. Why is the only way to seal the bond through sex they couldn't have you hold pinkies or something?

You watch as Steven begins to pace around the room. But you can't watch him for too long because all the movement is making your head spin. “Okay okay, it says ‘One must have their mate's belongings on their skin this consists of but is not limited to clothes, shoes, sleeping in their bed, using anything that's marked as their mates. This should help the pain in your stomach to dull severely. This pain however won't fully go away till the bond is sealed.’ Oh! and skin-to-skin contact without sex.”

You mentally groan if it's not one thing it's the next. “W-Well it looks like the plan is to endure this till he comes back”

“May I add that the effects of acknowledging your mate but not sealing the bond can lead to nausea, heartburn, erratic behaviors, chills, fever, body aches, headaches, increase or loss of appetite….should I continue?”

You sigh. “No Steven I think I get it”

Steven comes up next to you resting on your handcuffs. “Maybe with the mind link you can ask him-”

“Over my dead body am I asking him for anything, don't you get it? I don't want this I don't want to be mated to him hell I don't even want a mate anymore”

Steven gasps. “You're lying you've always wanted a mate the Fates wouldn't have done this for no reason I think this is a blessing in disguise”

“Steven I made you to be with me not against me” You begin to wave your hands in dismissal but are stopped by the handcuffs. You're going to let Spiderman have it whenever you see him. With the combination of the blinding pain in your stomach and you almost dying you think it's safe to say that your only option right now is to sleep it off.

You try to speak but your teeth begin to chatter. “S-Steven we'll talk about t-this in the morning I just ca-can’t right now” You can see it in his face that he doesn't approve but there's nothing you can do. And after years of thinking that your mate is dead, why would anyone not have a hard time processing that their mate is actually alive and is the man that you've been fighting for almost a year now?

Once you hear the classical music and the blue light from Steven gets brighter you curl up on the floor in a fetal position forcing your mind to focus on sleeping rather than the horrible pain in your stomach.

Nothing good can come out of being mated with your enemy. Nothing.

•°~°•

His mate is here. 

His mate is in this very same building that he created with his own two hands. 

Checking in with his bond he realizes that he feels fine…it's almost like his bond is happy. Of course, his bond is happy after all these years he finally found his mate. There's still a tugging in his chest but it’s not as strong as it was before you both acknowledged each other.  To think that out of all the people in this world Fate chose you to be his mate. His Enemy. The women that he’s been fighting for the past 6 months. 

For six months, you’ve been right under his nose, and he hadn't got a clue. Knowing that makes him even more upset. All this time, he was right there next to you fighting you, and you said nothing. He’s not so sure if he believes that you didn’t feel him up until that moment of acknowledgment. It makes no sense; it’s quite literally unheard of. But what if you are telling the truth, and here, he is not believing in his mate?

He sighs as he stares at his screens he can’t even think about this right now he has a bigger problem on his hand. You sent two buildings full of people to the ground there's no way in hell the police are going to let this slide. He has no idea what he’s going to do. He needs to figure out a plan and fast. Although his bond is happy that he found his mate, he's not happy that his mate is locked up in a cell far away from him.

His bond could go to hell for all he cares but even Miguel knows not to go against Fate or things can get ugly real quick.

“How is she?” Lyla pops in next to him playing with her glasses. “She’s fine”

“Are you sure? You read so much about mates, and you don’t even realize that she is probably hurting right now.” Miguel turns to face Lyla so quickly that he might as well have just given himself whiplash. “Why what's going on?” 

Lyla hangs her head down low walking around Miguel in circles. “You’ve just acknowledged each other and there has been no hunching…yet. How do you think the bond is treating her right now?” Shit, she’s right. How could he forget about this? He checks in with you through the bond and realizes that you are hurting, but he just assumed it was because of what happened earlier. Dammit, it hasn’t even been a day and he’s already screwing this whole thing up.

Rushing towards the cells he opens the door telling Lyla to turn on the system lights. He stops as he finds you on the floor in a fetal position shaking like a leaf. Fuck this is bad you need skin-to-skin contact and he’s not quite sure if you're going to let him help you. He's not even sure if he wants to help you either….but Fates be damned if he lets his mate die all because he's too stubborn.

He sits down on the floor ready to pull you towards him but surprisingly you manage to slap his hand away. “D-don’t you d-dare t-touch me”

“You're shivering you're in no position to argue right now let me help you”

“If y-you touch m-me I swear” He ignores your protests and begins to pull you to him forcing your arms to open and your legs over his right thigh. Careful to make sure each part of your body is touching his to ease the pain. You're seated in between his legs with your head resting on his chest.

With the feeling of you in his arms in a moment like this for the first time makes his bond very happy but him on the other hand….not so much.

He hates this as much as you do.

•°~°•

After a terrifying minute of having to remain in Spiderman's arms, you want nothing more than to resort back to your fetal position at least you were comfortable. 

Right now not so much.

After another minute of this, you realize that this isn't working. You need skin-to-skin contact and that involves removing suits. “This i-is not e-enough…..I need more”

You think it over for a few seconds but the continuous pain is a reminder that this is only going to get worse and time goes on and you both don't fix this problem. Slowly you let the top half of your suit disengage revealing yourself to him. Thankfully you made the decision to wear your bra underneath your suit this time.

“R-Remove y-your suit” He listens to you, allowing the top half of his suit to disappear as well. Swallowing your pride you put your cuffed hands around his neck and begin to straddle him. Almost immediately you can feel the Bond settling in your chest. When you feel him wrapping his arms around you within an instant you're squirming in his lap.

“Don't touch me”

“I'm only trying to speed up the process”

“I don't care don't touch me” His hand drops down to his side the thought of him pulling you into his embrace makes your stomach churn. It seems wrong though you can touch him but he can't touch you…but you didn't want this—this bond shouldn't exist. Finally, after a few more minutes like this, the shivering stops and you have to stop yourself from falling asleep like this. He's just so muscular, broad and he feels so warm too.

This fucking horny ass Bond.

Dismantling yourself from him, your suit comes back on and you push yourself far away from him.

“If you decide to keep me down here it's only going to make it worse. I need your clothes or something to keep the Bond happy” As he nods you can feel the embarrassment crawling at your skin, consuming your body from the inside out. You don't want him looking at you any longer. You turn away from him and pretend to be fixated on something else.

“I'll see what I can do” And with that, he turns around leaving you once more.

•°~°•

If you won't be the death of him this raging boner while he's trying to focus on how he's going to fix the mess that you made is.

After so many years of the why's? And why not he can't lie that having his mate in his arms was something he always dreamed of. Miguel thought finding your mate was like love at first sight. How naive of him yes but based on all the stories he heard he thought that was the case. But now that he has you he realizes oh how foolish he was. You wouldn't even let him touch you. A simple touch on your back is too much for you.

Now let's get back to this raging boner again, maybe if he could just get a few minutes to handle this then all would be fine. The more that he thinks about you half-naked clinging to his body the more suffocating his suit becomes. Yeahhhhh he needs to take care of this he's about to let his suit disengage when hurried footsteps and voices begin to fill his office.

Just great, this is definitely what he needed. “Miguel, word on the street is that you got Spark locked up in the basement is that true?”

“Why wouldn't it be true Peter?”

“Right right it was dumb of me to ask what—wait Mayday don't touch Miguel's stuff!” He turns his head finding Mayday crawling around his office.

“There's a lot of Spiders angry with her. I'm not so sure if it's wise to keep her down there with no supervision”

“She'll be fine she can handle herself”

Jess begins to walk over to his screens. And he realizes all too late that he forgot to close all the screens with you on them.

“Miguel what is-”

He begins to close them immediately. “It's nothing just doing my research”

“And what kind of research is that where you need to know where she works and pictures of her—oh you think that woman is your mate. Out of all people Spark?”

“I don't have to discuss this with you” 

She laughs in disbelief. “You can't actually think that she's-”

“Jess leave me alone I have work to do” The longer he tries to deflect and dodge her questions the more she'll catch on. He needs to leave. Now.

•°~°•

It's been 7 hours since you last saw him. The skin-to-skin contact definitely helped but you can slowly feel the pain coming back. Your stomach growls as you make conversation with Steven. You can't stay here forever even if the second you step outside the police will be on your back. It's better than being stuck down here doing nothing.

Hell, the man didn't even give you food. “Boss, are you even listening?”

“Yes and no I'm trying to figure out how we gonna get out of here Steven”

“You can't run from your mate, it's unwise you're asking for a life long of problems. Are you forgetting how you were feeling a few hours ago?”

“Well, Steven I can't just-” Your words get stuck in your throat when you feel that tug in your chest. He's nearby. You give one look to Steven and he already knows that you want him to disappear.

The door opens and in comes your—you’re not even going to go there. And in comes Spiderman with a big bag in his hand. 

“Who the hell were you just talking to?”

“Nobody”

“You telling me while I've been searching for you for years and now getting you clothes you're out talking to your boyfriend?” You roll your eyes, he can't be serious.

He kneels getting very close to your face but you don't back down, you stare directly at him. 

“He will never be me I'm your mate and you are mine and-”

“Miguel, is that the way to talk to your mate?” A small lady with an orange hue pops up with big heart glasses and a fur coat. You realize that she's a little hologram. 

You have no other choice but to laugh. Is this Fate showing you that you belong with him? “This has to be a joke. Steven look you have a friend”  Now it's your little AI companion's turn to show up. When he reveals himself he looks directly at Spider-Man and then at her.

“Oh, and you are?”

“I'm Lyla but you can call me whatever you want hun” 

“Don't mind if I do. Names Steven by the way” They hold out their hands to shake and you expect their hands to glide through each other but they actually latch on. The handshake lasts far too long for your liking.

 Don't tell me they're flirting.

“How is this possible?”

“I don't know big guy you tell me”

“How did you create him?”

“How did you create her?” You fire back.

He lets out a huff. “Apparently the same way you created him they shouldn't be able to touch unless they were created the exact same way” His eyes narrow as he stares at you. You hate that your Bond is happy right now. One look from him is all it takes for your emotions to do somersaults.

“You stole my creation” This guy is just a pure load of bull. “First you accuse me of having a boyfriend and now you're accusing me of stealing your creation. Are you saying I'm not smart enough?”

“I'm saying that I used very complicated techniques in order to create her”

“As did I”

“They act like kids” You’re going to give Steven a new one when this is over.

“Tell me about it. Stubborn meets stubborn this is a recipe for disaster” You and Spiderman turn to look at them at the same time.

“Go to sleep”

“Go to sleep”

…………..

Great, now you're both speaking at the same time. What's next, painting each other's toes? They both say goodbye to each other before disappearing silence filling the air once more. Although he's right in front of you, the tugging in your chest is still trying to pull you closer. He needs to leave you're not sure how much longer you can take this.

“What's in the bag, big guy?” He comes to himself shaking his head before taking a step back and standing up to reach his full height. “It's clothes to help the Bond”

“Okay did you figure out what you're going to do to get me out of this mess?”

“Yes I did, we're going to try to make you turn good, have you serve some time through community service, and force you to work for the city” Yeah this man has officially lost it.

“Yeah no that's not happening”

“It is happening they already agreed to it”

You stare at him in disbelief. “You can't just sign me up for things that's not-”

“I'm your mate and since it's clear to me that you can't make your decisions without wreaking havoc I'm making them for you”

“I didn't even know you existed till yesterday you have no right”

“Whether you like it or not the decision has been made” You hate him now more than ever. After years of thinking your mate is dead after years of not having one, he has no right to treat you like this. If he thinks for a second that you're going to go through with this then he has another thing coming. 

You manage to stand up to your full height despite the small discomfort that it brings you. It takes you everything not to spit in his face. Oh, what joy would that bring you.

“I don't care what it is that you're feeling in that twisted brain of yours but I'm not doing whatever the city, and government are asking of me to hell with all of them. I don't work for no one” He closes the distance between you with 2 strides giving you little to no time to react as a hand wraps around your throat.

You try to ignore the way the Bond practically sings with his touch on your bare skin. “Well over my dead body is my fucking mate going to be rotting in a jail cell. I just found you for God's sake” Your body practically trembles with rage. With your hands in the cuffs still hindering your powers there's nothing that you can do. You're left at his mercy.

Through gritted teeth, you respond. “You're acting like I'm something special I'm just your mate-”

“Exactly key word being: mine. As long as the fates tie us together you will always mean something to me whether we both like it or not” You take the opportunity to lean closer to him and not because you feel the tugging in your chest but to show him how serious you are.

“Well, you're in a rude awakening because you will never mean anything to me” You stare into his eyes and you swear you see a flicker of emotion but before you can decipher it he pulls away from you completely.

“Well have fun enjoying the day without a meal” And with that he exits leaving you alone once more. After a moment of silence, Steven pops up and you can tell he's disappointed it's written all over his face.

“He's just trying to help”

“If you're going to berate me then you can leave me alone too. Just turn on some music and I'll be fine” 

•°~°•

“She didn't mean it Miguel she's just going through the effects of not having a mate for so long-”

“And what about me for 34 years I had to live without a mate and for 19 years I searched for her and this is how she treats me?” He can feel the anger pumping through his veins he's trying to fix the mess that you created and this is what he gets. Unable to control himself he shoots a web at a nearby chair and throws it across the room.

He hears footsteps in his office and of course, someone would be there to witness his breakdown. “So she is your mate….why did you lie?” 

“Jess not right now”

“You can't just keep her locked up in a cell she's your mate that's unheard of”

“Yeah and she’s also Spark if I have her walking around freely she will get attacked and much worse and I can’t deal with that right now or I risk killing each and every Spiderman who looks at her wrong”

Jess nods as she thinks things over. “Well you have to figure out something living without your mate after you both acknowledge each other is like a death wish for the both of you. Does the police-”

“No Jess they don’t and they can’t ever find out otherwise this won’t end well. But I’ll figure it out I always do” Taking that as her cue to leave Jess bids him a farewell also letting him know that he should get some sleep as well. But as always when the voices in the halls and the footsteps began to disappear he was left all alone with nothing but the orange screens to keep him company.

•°~°•

You wake to the sound of voices in front of the door to your cell. Checking in with the bond you don’t feel the tugging in your chest so it can’t be him…then who is it? Quietly calling out to Steven he scans the area as you requested and there are 3 men trying to get in your cell. You're wearing nothing but one of Spiderman's hoodies so you have no choice but to make your suit reappear. It wouldn’t be wise if they caught you half-undressed. 

Once it’s clear that the lock can’t be picked they begin to slam on the keypad. “Boss, what are we going to do? Maybe you should contact your mate through the mind link I don’t think that he knows they are here”

“No, he probably just sent them here to scare he’s just mad at me right now” “But Boss-” You cut him off. “I’m not asking him for help I can handle them if they try anything stupid” The minute your words leave your mouth all 3 men come barreling through the door.

“You fucking bitch my mother worked in that building!” The man who speaks first reaches out to grab your ankles. You kick him in the face his nose now bleeding although he backs away another man comes fist-raising ready to punch you in the face. You block the blow easily and with just your luck he hits the metal of your thick handcuffs making him clutch his hand in pain.

“You will pay for that my sister was trapped under the rubble while walking home. Why out of all the times you finally decided you wanted to kill people it had to be that day huh?” Before you have the chance to say anything he reaches for your neck and with that grip you know he wants to strangle you. Using all your might you begin to kick and thrash even using the cuffs to hit his arms but nothing works. You can hear Steven yelling at you to call Spiderman you're realizing all too late that you couldn’t do this alone just like that night…you needed someone to come and save you. You’re grateful that none of them are tearing at your clothes you realize that they are only trying to hurt you. A wave of relief floods your mind but as soon as you feel webs on your cuffs pinning your hands above your head you do the last thing you ever wanted. Call out to Spiderman to come and save you.

•°~°•

Miguel feels it in his chest that something is wrong. You’re scared and your state of panic thrums violently in his chest. Something is wrong with his mate. Not bothering to check the cameras he immediately begins making his way towards the cells when the sound of your voice echoes in his head.

“P-Please help me”

The sound of your trembling voice sets him off into a full sprint. Regardless of the amount of harsh words you may send his way you are his mate and his mate alone. He will die protecting you if it comes to that.

When your cell door enters his vision the sounds of struggle and curses reach his ears as well. He takes in the scene before him and immediately he uses his webs to throw the man that’s on top of you into the wall. He tries to ignore the gurgled gasp that escapes your lips as he begins to punch said man repeatedly.

“Miguel it’s okay we were just getting payback for what she-” He pauses the beating of the current man that's under him and launches at the next one. By the time he’s done, the room is a bloody mess with specs of blood coating the walls and his hands. He finds you balled up in a corner with your head in your hands as you rest them on your knees. Unsure of how he should approach you he takes slow strides to you before sinking to the floor as well.

Minutes pass before your cries die down and your body stops trembling. “Are you okay? Do you need me to get anything?” He tries to make his voice as gentle as it can be to show you that he doesn’t want to fight but it’s easier said than done. Miguel tries to figure out his next words anything to make you feel safe.

“I know the trauma from that night might be ringing in your ears right now but I can assure you I would never try to harm you in-”

The second your eyes pierce through his he realizes the grave mistake he’s made. “What do you mean that night?” You begin to inch further away from him. As much as you can since you’re already in a corner. “So you knew? That night when you felt them ruin me you and you did nothing?”

Eagerly he shakes his head inching closer to you. “No, believe me when I say that the minute I felt something was wrong I was consumed with my own rage because I still hadn’t found you” “Did you even try to look for me? Y-You could’ve saved me…you could've made all the pain go away but you sat by and did nothing” 

He tries to reason with you. He needs you to understand that this wasn’t the case at all.“Don’t say that I know you’re hurting right now but I tried my hardest to look for you. The minute I felt you in my chest at 15 I began my search even though I knew we were destined to meet at 23. Even when the Fates didn’t bring us together I still continued to search for you. I traveled dimensions and cities to find you. I wanted nothing more but to make your pain go away, to have you in my arms, and to protect you but I failed miserably and for that, I’m sorry but you have my word I never stopped” In the back of his mind he tries to push away all the feelings that he ever resented you—his mate for when he thought you were living a happy life being with another because as he stares at the woman before him it dawns on him that your life was anything but that.

Miguel watches as you begin to hit his chest despite the confinements of the handcuffs and your crying resumes. “You’re lying. Y-You never wanted me just like everyone else”

He does nothing to try and stop the blows. “No, I wanted you before I even knew you”

“I d-don’t believe you” Without thinking he grabs your wrists releasing you from the handcuffs and pulls you flush against him. Your cries begin to consume your whole body your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. When he feels your arms wrapping tightly around his neck he takes that as a sign.

“It’s okay baby I’m right here” Slowly he begins to rock back and forth with a hand around your waist and a hand holding your head. Miguel doesn't stop till he's sure your cries have come to a complete stop. 

•°~°•

You're embarrassed.

You don't know what came over you. You've never—this had never happened to you before. When you have no more tears left to cry you lift up your head getting ready to pull away from him entirely. Avoiding eye contact with him is easier said than done but you manage to do so anyway.  You go to fold your hands across your chest but his voice cuts you off. 

“Don't do that don't shut me out” You shake your head. Your voice is barely above a whisper. “That's the most I could give you right now” A beat passes before you speak again. “I’m sorry” You watch from his peripheral as he shakes his head. With your arms folded across your chest and him holding onto you tightly he begins to stand. You watch with curious eyes as he begins to walk you through HQ when you came here 2 days ago you didn’t exactly have the chance to look around. A lot of the walkways are bare having only 1 or 3 Spidermans walking along it. You take the lack of people as a sign that it’s probably really early in the morning or very late at night.

He leads you to an open area with a large platform with orange screens illuminating the room.  The closer you get the more drowsy you become what’s going on? Spiderman sets you down on the platform his arm never leaving your waist until he’s sure you're steady. But the pressure on your head continues truthfully it’s becoming more intense.

You rest your hand on your head in order to not stumble over your words. “I—something is wrong I feel really dizzy and tired what are you doing to-”

“I’m not doing anything but you’re in my office you’re safe” The little woman in orange pops up and so does Steven.

“It’s the Bond after not finding each other at the right age to then acknowledge each other to now being surrounded by all things made by you....she’s overwhelmed” 

“Is there anything that I can do to fix it?” Unable to catch her response, Stevens's voice echoes through your head. “Don’t worry Boss everything is fine your mate will watch over you get some rest”

“S-Steven don’t leave me” Without meaning to you reach out to something, or someone because suddenly you’re in his arms again.

He picks you up in Bridal style and you can feel him walking. “I’ll be right here when you wake up” You have no choice but to trust him right now so you manage to nod as your eyes droop close. Your ears straining to pick up on the words around you.

“Where are you taking her?”

“I’m taking her home”

I present to thee, Sukuna Arranged Marriage Masterlist

Note: These are mostly from AO3, I would love for people to comment more fics that cab be added to this list😭💖

1. Curse of the Mind, Body, and Soul

2. The Shrine Master's Bride by @gutouhua

3. Is It Really Peace?

4. Damned to Love You

5. Beneath The Silk by @phyx-m

6. A one-shot by @furuu

7. Chosen by the King by @aaron-m-geist-ff

8. you're expecting sukuna's child, the underworld crime king by @zarameraki

9. Survival by @fxtalitygod

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━━ This is how Ken Sato looks at you after trying to deny him the only thing that can cheer him up after losing a match.

━━ He had a good match today, won the season all thanks to the countless support and encouragement from his bare. He's gotta repay her somehow.

━━ When Emmi was around, it was Emmi, a game, the press, Emmi again, training, coach shouting at him, Emmi again, being Ultraman, Emmi. He barely got any time to rest, but whenever he did, he didn't use it to sleep but rather for stress relief

━━━ Kenji always spent so much time on the online meetings that the coach had him join. Hours of coach's rambling, and he couldn't even doze off because he would always call on someone like it was a damn history class. You decide to help Kenji and satisfy his boredom a little bit.

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Web of Secrets - Miguel O'Hara 

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 3.7K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine, smut

Part I Part II Part III

In your universe, you are known as the Sun Spider. It all started on a school field trip to a solar energy research center, where you were accidentally exposed to a spider that had been subjected to intense solar radiation. You woke up with a white-hot surge of power, and your life changed forever. You donned a suit of pure white, taking the name that reflected both your newfound abilities and the brightness you brought into the world: Spider-Sun.

Your ability to harness solar energy and transform it into powerful blasts or create protective shields made you a formidable superhero in your home city, Nea Yorkey. Your ability to bring light to even the darkest corners of your city earned you the love of its citizens.

However, everything changed when you were suddenly pulled into the Spider-Verse.

Upon arriving, you were greeted by the gruff leader of this interdimensional team of Spider-People, Miguel O'Hara. His reputation preceded him - the genius intellect, the imposing figure, the gruff demeanor. Everyone respected him, and some even feared him. You, on the other hand, were drawn to him. There was something about that guarded demeanor that called to your own sunny nature.

You became an integral part of the team, fighting off anomalies and working hard to maintain the balance in the Spider-Verse. And despite Miguel's stern exterior, you felt yourself falling for him.

One mission was particularly rough, and you found yourself alone with Miguel in a safe house, nursing your wounds. His usually stern face softened as he tended to your injuries. The distance that he usually maintained was nowhere to be seen.

"Thank you, Miguel," you whispered.

He looked at you, his usually hard eyes soft. "You fought well, mi sol."

There was a moment of silence, a strange tension hanging in the air. Then, Miguel leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was filled with unexpected passion.

In that moment, you were not the Sun Spider, and he was not the Spider-Man 2099. You were just two people, seeking solace in each other.

Afterwards, as you laid side by side, Miguel turned to you, a serious look on his face. "This...this can't be more than what it is. Just...you know, stress relief," he muttered, his voice just above a whisper.

His words wounded you. Naturally, they did. He had reduced your relationship to mere stress relief, as if you were some object devoid of feelings. Yet, in spite of it all, you fell for him. Perhaps you were naive, even foolish, but you didn't care. You yearned for him and were ready to accept any fraction of affection he was willing to offer, no matter how small.

During the day, as you fought alongside him against the anomalies threatening the Spider-Verse, his attention toward you was sparse. He mostly shared only necessary information, barely making eye contact. Sometimes he didn't speak at all, and you and the rest of the team would receive mission orders and briefings from Lyla, his AI assistant.

But at night, when the two of you were alone, he became a different person. He'd whisper praises into your ear, telling you how exceptionally you fought, how much he desired you. He showed you his hidden vulnerability under the cover of darkness, the sheets their only witness. He'd gently stroke your hair and peppered your jaw and temple with kisses until you fell asleep, only for you to wake up the next morning to an empty, cold spot where he once lay.

This cycle - his coldness by day, and the fervor by night - repeated itself relentlessly for months.

And so, this is how you find yourself: disoriented, frenzied, and on the verge of tears, seated on the couch of your best friend, Peter B. Parker, in Earth-616. Cradled in your arms is his sweet daughter, Mayday, who, with her innocent touch, tries to console you. Yet her wide eyes dart anxiously to her father, reflecting her own alarm at your distress.

Peter rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should wait until MJ gets home?" he suggests, then, with a furrowed brow, he asks, “Have you tried talking to Jess about this?”

You shake your head vigorously. "No, I haven't told anyone. I have no idea what to do," you confess, your voice breaking.

Peter, ever the caring friend, gently takes Mayday from your arms and sets her down. He turns back to face you with a sympathetic gaze. “Do you..eh.. know who the father is?” he inquires softly.

You shake your head again, even though deep down, you know the truth. “The father is out of the picture. He doesn’t know, and he never will because he doesn’t want kids,” you whisper, fighting back tears.

As you and Peter sit down on the couch in his cozy living room, you find a sense of comfort being around him. His experience as both a superhero and a parent seems like it could be a beacon in this storm you're facing. The room is quiet, save for the soft ticking of a clock on the wall.

“You know, Peter,” you begin, your voice almost a whisper. “I’m terrified. What if the baby has powers? How am I going to protect them, especially if...if I can’t stop fighting anomalies?”

Peter looks thoughtful. “That’s a valid concern. First, you should know that you don’t have to do this alone. There’s a whole community of us, and we stick together. If the child does have powers, she or he will be badass like Mayday, right?”

You nod slowly but then anxieties pile on top of each other in your mind. “But... how can I hide this? Nobody and I mean nobody is supposed to know that I’m pregnant. Especially not...” You trail off, not finishing the sentence.

Peter rubs his chin, deep in thought. “We could look into modifying your suit, maybe talk to some tech geniuses in the Spider-Verse about creating something that can shield or conceal the pregnancy.”

You roll your eyes. “That kinda defies the ‘nobody is allowed to know ‘ordeal, Peter. You have to promise me that this stays between us.”

“I promise,” Peter says sincerely.

Silence fills the room again, and then you voice another fear. “Peter, what if...what if I’m not a good mother? What if I mess this up?”

Peter smiles warmly. “You know, I had those same fears when Mayday was born. I think it’s normal for any parent. But, take it from me, the fact that you’re worried about being a good parent means you’re already on the right track. You’ve got a good heart. Trust it.”

You look down at your hands, fingers interlaced. “Thank you, Peter. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” he says with a reassuring smile. “We’re family, in this weird, Spider-Verse kind of way. But maybe… and I am sayig this as a father myself… reconsider telling the father. I can’t imagine any guy wanting to give up this.” He says, pointing to his precious daughter playing with a napkin she found on the floor.

"Maybe you should reconsider telling the father," Peter's words are echoing in your mind like a haunting melody. A part of you yearns for that possibility. Perhaps you're not alone in this. Maybe, just maybe, Miguel wants this as much as you do.With newfound resolve, you set off for the Spider-Verse headquarters, expecting to find Miguel tucked away in his office, immersed in maintaining the spider verse or as he calls it "arachno- something-multiverse-thingy” or something similar to that.

Upon reaching his office door, you pound on it sharply. No response. Frowning, you knock again, a little harder this time. When silence continues to greet you, you slowly turn the doorknob and peek inside. There he is, hunched over his desk, lost in a world of numbers and codes.

"Miguel, I-" you start, but his sharp voice cuts you off.

"No," he interrupts, his tone cold. "Did I say you can come in? Dios mio, why are you always so damn clingy?"

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stare at him, taken aback by his blatant disregard for your feelings. You can feel the beginnings of tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but you will them away.

He doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean it like that. This mantra plays over and over in your head, like a broken record. You take a deep breath, forcing down the hurt his words cause.

"Look, Miguel," you begin, struggling to keep your voice steady. "There’s something we need to talk about, and I think it's important for you to listen to me."

“Fucking hell, woman! What exactly don’t you understand. I’m busy. I don’t care about your little problems, right now.” he barks, not even looking up.

“Miguel,” you speak up, forcing the words out through clenched teeth, “ I’ve never asked anything from you. Not once have did I ask you to stay, to feel the same I feel, to fucking talk to me when people are around. Please all I am asking you is to just ... listen to me, fpr once.” Your voice grows stronger as you speak, a determined fire igniting within you.

Miguel finally looks up, his eyes meeting yours. For a moment, he seems taken aback by the resolve he saw there.

He rubs his temples. “Can we do this later?”

“No!” you shout. “It’s always later with you. You’re like...like a ghost. Just a figure in the hallway. I don’t need a figure, I need a person! I need someone who listens when...”

He glares at you, his eyes narrowing. “Okay, okay I will listen just not now. Whatever it is, it can wait.”

“No, it can’t,” you retort, your voice shaking a bit. “Why is it that every time I try to talk to you, you just brush me off? Am I that insignificant to you?”

He stands up abruptly, the chair skidding behind him. “This? This is what you want to talk about?” he says with a tone of annoyance. “Look, I have a million things to deal with and-”

“And what? And I’m not one of them? Just five minutes, Miguel! That’s all I ask!”

The room is tense. Your heart is racing. His eyes are fiery. It's a standoff.

“And what is so important that you have to disrupt everything right now?” he challenges.

Your breath catches in your throat. This is it. You're about to say it.

“I...” you stammer. “I need to tell you that...”

Suddenly, the door to the office swings open and Jess storms in.

“Miguel, we have a major issue in Sector 12! The anomalies...” she starts, then catches sight of your tear-streaked face. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”

Miguel seems to shake off the tension and slips back into commander mode. “No nothing important. What’s happening in Sector 12?”

You can't believe it. Just like that, he turns away. It feels like your heart is being squeezed.

Jess starts rattling off data and scenarios. The two of them are talking, but you don’t hear it anymore. All you can think of is how you almost told him. How you just wanted five minutes.

Your hands shake and you quietly step out of the room. The door closes behind you, and it feels like a chapter that you can’t read has been sealed away.

The next day you are on Earth-8311, an anthropomorphic animal-dominated universe. It's the home of Peter Porker, the Spectacular Spider-Ham, and you can't help but find it amusing.

The mission: to transport an anomaly, which resembles an enormous floating jellyfish, back to its home universe. It's been pure chaos here, and you are determined to set things right.

The team: Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B. Parker. You're all in your suits, eyes sharp, and webs at the ready.

"Alright, Spiders. Let's round this jelly up and send it home," Peter B. Parker takes charge, shooting a web towards a nearby building.

You swing alongside him, your thoughts a whirlwind. The world around you blurs - the animal citizens, the bustling cityscape, the strange yet familiar surroundings.

The anomaly appears before you, thrashing and pulsating as it floats through the sky. It releases blasts of energy that ripple through the air.

"Watch out, Sunny!" Gwen calls out as she dodges a blast.

You, however, are a split second too late. Your reflexes are off, your movements sluggish. The blast sends you spiraling towards the ground.

Hobie swings in and catches you mid-air, his guitar strapped on his back. “Get it together, Sun!” he shouts over the noise, his punk-styled hair waving wildly.

You shake off your daze and look up to see Peter B. Parker shooting webs to pull the anomaly back down, while Gwen is deploying a device to open a portal back to its home universe.

Your heart races as you focus on the task at hand. You need to get this right, not just for yourself, but for the life you’re now carrying. Your suit seems to glow even brighter in the chaos.

With a final combined effort, you manage to lasso the anomaly and push it through the portal. The anomaly disappears, and the portal closes behind it.

The team regroups on a rooftop. Gwen is catching her breath, Hobie is tuning his guitar, and Peter B. Parker gives you a concerned look.

“Are you okay?” Gwen asks, her voice laced with worry. “You weren’t yourself up there.”

The weight of the secret you’re carrying feels unbearable. But you're not ready to share it.

“Promise me you won’t tell Miguel about this,” you say, your voice barely audible.

Gwen raises an eyebrow, while Hobie crosses his arms. Peter B. Parker simply nods.

“Nah, Bossman doesn’t need to know about this,” Hobie says, and there’s a firmness in his voice that is strangely comforting.

Back in the HQ, your head spins, and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults. You mumble a quick excuse about feeling nauseous and practically sprint to the nearest restroom.

Meanwhile, Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B. Parker head to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.

As they sit down at a table with their trays, Gwen breaks the silence. “Is it okay if I say that this mission was kind of easy? Like, I’ve seen Sunny take down Doc Ock from Earth-818, and she did that without any problem. So what was that today?” Gwen’s concern is apparent.

Hobie, munching on a sandwich, nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's like her spidey senses were jammed or somethin'. Never seen her like that before."

Peter B. Parker looks thoughtfully at his sandwich, then glances up at Gwen and Hobie. He’s torn, having promised you to keep your secret but also wanting your friends to understand why you were off your game.

"You guys remember when she fought Morlun on Earth-001? She was a totally smashin’ it, and today, she nearly got turned into spider-paste by a floating jellyfish. That ain’t right," Hobie adds.

Gwen’s eyes suddenly widen. "Oh my God! Do you think she’s in trouble? Like, something from her universe? Or maybe she's having an identity crisis! Should we stage an intervention?"

Peter B. Parker clears his throat. “Maybe she’s just having an off day.”

Gwen’s eyes narrow as she scrutinizes Peter. “You know something, don’t you?”

Peter scratches the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable. “Nope, no idea.”

Hobie puts down his sandwich and leans in. "Oi, mate. Spill your guts. There's something dodgy going on. She's always been our burst of sunshine, lifting the mood. But now she's... dimmed. What's going on with our Sunny, Parker?"

Before Peter B. Parker could answer Gwen’s barrage of questions, Jess - Spider-Woman - appears, her belly showing. She takes a seat at the table and, oblivious to the serious conversation that was taking place, asks them about their latest mission.

"So, how did your mission go?" Jessica asks, while munching on her Burger.

"Nothing to report, Jess," Gwen answers, a little too quickly, her face all sunshine and false smiles. Peter simply nod in agreement.

“Yah, all good!” Hobie chimes in, flashing a grin that seems a little too bright.

“How about you? How are you holding up?” Peter asks Jess, trying to steer the conversation away from the mission.

Jessica shrugs, not overly concerned, and bites into her burger. "'M good. You know,  I'm so glad I can finally eat a burger again. At the beginning of my pregnancy, practically every food made me nauseous, especially after swinging around on missions.”

Suddenly, there's a moment of collective realization among Gwen, Hobie. It’s as if their spider senses are tingling in unison. They exchange knowing looks, all of them silently putting the pieces together.

Gwen’s eyes are wide, Hobie’s eyebrows are raised, and they both turn to look at Peter, who simply nods.

Jess, noticing the silent exchange, squints at them. “What is up with you guys? You’re acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.”

“Uh, nothin’!” Hobie says, a little too quickly.

“Yeah, just tired from the mission,” Gwen adds, trying to play it cool.

Jess rolls her eyes and stands up. “Alright, weirdos. I’m gonna go find some normal people to talk to,” she says jokingly and walks away.

After she leaves, the trio leans in.

“Sunny’s pregnant, isn’t she?” Gwen whispers.

Hobie's eyes are as wide as saucers. “That would explain everything!”

Peter B. Parker nods. “We need to be there for her, but remember, it’s her news to share when she’s ready.”

They make a pact to support you without pushing you to reveal anything before you're ready.

As you walk back into the cafeteria, you find your friends huddled together. They break apart when they see you and welcome you back with smiles and light conversation, but something in their demeanor is different but you can’t put your finger on it. They are being more attentive, considerate, and frankly, a little too curious about your well-being.

"Are you sure you're okay, Sunny?" Gwen asks for the third time since you sat down. Her concern is genuine, but her intensity is slightly off-putting.

"Yeah, do you need anything?" Hobie offers, his eyes gleaming with unspoken curiosity. "Food, drink, or maybe... pickles?" Pickles? Thats oddly specific.

There's a burst of laughter from Gwen, and even Peter is suppressing a chuckle.

"What's up with the pickles?" You ask, looking at them suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing!" Gwen says, a little too quickly, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Hmm, pickles and ice cream, a weird combo, innit?" Hobie wonders aloud, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Again, there's suppressed laughter, and you look at each of them, a realization slowly dawning on you. You turn to Peter, your gaze steady and serious. "You told them, didn't you?" Peter looks shocked, but quickly composes himself. "I didn't exactly tell them, per se," he confesses, "I might've confirmed their suspicions when they asked, but they figured it out on their own. Spider senses and all that jazz.”

Before you could respond, Gwen and Hobie jump in, both talking over each other in an attempt to apologize.

"We're sorry, Sunny," Gwen says sincerely. "We didn't mean to invade your privacy, it's just that... we're worried about you. Please don’t be mad."

Hobie nods, adding, "And we're right behind ya, whatever comes our way. We've got your back, no doubt about it."

You are happy, while the situation isn't ideal, but at least you're not alone. You have friends who care about you and, despite their unconventional way of showing it, they are there for you. You smile, comforted by their concern, and grateful for their support.

"Yeah," you finally say, "I guess we’re gonna need a lot more pickles and ice cream around here, huh?"

“Sooo...who’s the dad? Is he hot?” Gwen, leaning on the table with her elbows, asks shyly after a while.

You let out a long sigh, “He’s very hot... but also a colossal jerk.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. “You took my advice and talked to him then?”

You shake your head, your eyes starting to well up. “No, I tried. But he wouldn’t listen to me. He was busy, and I guess I wasn’t important enough. So, the baby won’t be either,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hobie's eyes narrow, and his face is flushed with anger. "Who's this bloke, eh? I swear on me nan's grave, I'll give him a right proper earful! No one treats our Sunny like a tosser and gets away with it!"

Gwen jumps in, her eyes wide with speculation, “Wait, is he a Spider? Is it Peter? Or the other Peter? Or—”

“Guys, guys!” you cut them off, your voice cracking. “Please, it doesn’t matter. He made it clear where I stand, and it’s not with him.”

There’s a silence that settles over the table as your friends look at each other and then back to you. Their faces are a mix of concern, sadness, and frustration.

Peter B. is the first to break the silence. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You’ve got us. If the dad doesn’t want to step up, then he’s missing out on something amazing.”

Gwen nods, her eyes firm with resolve. “Yeah, we’re family. We’ve got your back, no matter what.”

Hobie, still fuming, finally calms down enough to say, "All you gotta do is whistle, love, and we'll be there in a blink. Even if it means thumping some manners into this mystery idiot."

You can't help but crack a small smile, despite the tears. You’re overwhelmed by the love and support your friends are giving you.

“Thanks, guys. You don't know how much this means to me.” 

They all reach out and there’s a group hug right in the middle of the cafeteria. You didn’t know how much you needed this until it happened.

Part 2 “Webs of Fate”

a/n: Thank you guys for all your love on this fic so far.I really appreciate each like, comment, reblog <3. I still can’t reply to your comments so please if you want to tagged (and are not already) comment on part 2 and I’ll do my best and add you.Also I am open to requests, critic and wishes. Have a wonderful day. xx