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A rat’s nest

Summary: Quaritch gets tired of Spider’s inability to properly take care of his hair and decides to give them a proper wash. (Based on a quick idea I wrote a couple weeks ago)

There it was again, that horrible stench. It has only been three days but Spider’s hair smelled like he hasn’t given them a wash in years, which is strange because Quaritch made sure to tell him to shower regularly.

And yet, the boy was never truly clean and it began raising serious concern not only in Miles, but in all the recoms. They weren’t close to that feral kid but his hair looked suspiciously matted. Didn’t he have dreads since the ripe age of seven? Why was he so bad at taking care of them?

“Spider, get your ass in the shower right now.” colonel sounded more irritated than usual, which agitated the teen, “Can’t you tell you’re stinking up the place?”

Some kind of hurt in Spider’s eyes made Quaritch’s face soften ever so slightly, but he didn’t budge and so, his estranged son hissed and disappeared behind the bathroom doors. This time though, Miles stayed in the main room, waiting on a couch that faced the corridor and saw something was deeply wrong when Spider exited that place after only three minutes.

The stench was still present.

Did he seriously just stand under the shower for a couple minutes and call it a day? It was getting ridiculous.

“Woah woah woah you call that showering??” Miles got up from the couch and approached.

“Wh-what’s your goddamn problem?!” Spider snapped back with one of many new insults he learned while being held hostage for the past several weeks.

“My problem? This is about you, boy! You tryna collect the entire periodic table in there?” He pointed at the wet dreads accusingly. “Go back in there and give that rat’s nest a scrub. I don’t want to see you for at least a quarter, understood?”

Spider didn’t answer, only snarled in irritation before turning to the bathroom and releasing his anger on the doorway button, slamming it and forcing two steel doors close.

Quaritch rolled his eyes at his kid’s petty tantrum. Teenagers.

But then five minutes passed and colonel heard no noise come out of the washroom. Jesus, don’t tell me he’ll just fucking sit in there now, he thought, annoyed, lazily getting up from the couch and walking up to the bathroom once more. Why does he always feel the need to throw a hissy fit about taking basic care of himself?

“You alright in there, kid?” He knocked.

“FUCK OFF!” Had emerged from the other side.

Something in Spider’s voice sounded broken, and Miles’s initial anger slowly faded as concern found it’s way back into his stomach.

“I’m coming in!” He warned, and upon hearing no response, pressed the doorway button and went in.

Spider stood stock-still, very much dressed, and holding two bottles. One of them was hair conditioner and the other…

“What the hell do you need that for?” The blue man promptly grabbed a bottle out of Spider’s hand.

“To wash myself, duh?”

“With a tile cleaner?!” He turned the bottle, revealing an illustration of a bathroom tile and sink being scrubbed with a sponge. “Where’d you even get that?”

Spider’s cheeks turned pink from embarrassment and he pointed to the storage area under the sink. Quaritch stared at him for what felt like years before opening his mouth, closing it again, and only then finally finding words to speak.

“Spider….” He sighed deeply “That storage is for cleaning chemicals, as in chemicals for floors, windows, all that. You don’t use any of those on your skin or hair, got it?” He spoke calmly and clearly, wanting to hammer the point in.

“Right, yeah, of course.” Spider was trying to play it cool, like he knew it, just forgot, but Quaritch could clearly see his face growing progressively redder as his eyes averted to the floor.

“Y’know what? i’ll do it.”

Upon hearing that though, all color immediately drained from the boy’s body.

“Sit down, I’ll wash your hair and the rest you can do on your own.”

Some of the color came back, but Spider wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Are you kidding me?? I’m not five, I can do it on my own!” He stepped away from the man, offended.

“You can’t and we both know it.” The Na’vi plainly called out Spider’s bluff, taking off his black boots and cuffing his pants as well as the sleeves on his sweatshirt. “C’mere boy, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’ll only do it once to show you how, that’s it.”

After a long pause and hard consideration, Spider ultimately gave in and rolled his eyes, cautiously stepping forward and then sitting at the edge of the shower area, on a border that separated it from the rest of the room.

Quaritch proceeded to take a stool, grabbed one of the bottles off the shelf and then the shower head, turning it on and giving Spider’s dreads a good, long soak.

“Aren’t you gonna wash them?” The kid asked, growing impatient. He didn’t feel like being in Miles’s presence more than he absolutely needed to.

“Shush.” Was the only response he got.

Now, after that part was over Quaritch poured shampoo onto his palm and, facing a horrid mess in front of him, took a deep breath and began rubbing the liquid in, gently making his way to Spider’s scalp through the dirt and-is this a dried leaf??

“Jesus christ…” He mumbled.

“…It’s not that bad..” Spider responded defensively, but this time there was no response at all.

And then the boy flinched as he felt something touch his head directly “What the—“

“Relax kid it’s just me.” That did nothing to rid The teen of shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling, his eye slightly twitching.

“Are you trying to clean my skull??”

“The roots need to be clean or you’ll end up catching something nasty.” Miles explained “I’m surprised you haven’t already.” He muttered the second sentence, but Spider caught it nonetheless and was about to respond, when something else caught his attention.

Water that ran down the drain was brown, quite literally. More dirt than water-were those leaves?? The kid’s eyes widened in horror at the sight.

“Eywa..”

“Yeah, exactly.”

Upon properly rinsing the mop of hair after several minutes, Spider expected Quaritch to leave him to his duties but confusion painted his face when the Na’vi simply poured more shampoo and continued rubbing it in, turning boy’s head to face the wall. Shame formed an invisible lump in his throat once again when he saw that the water was still brown when Miles began rinsing for the second time but on the other hand, the process itself began feeling more and more relaxing.

Minutes went by, and the steady sound of warm water, as well as big hands washing away at his hair, began lulling Spider into a pleasant trance.

He leaned back into Quaritch’s hands, and allowed himself to doze off just a bit, a tiny smile spreading on his lips. The longer he sat there, the more his troubles seemed to fade away with the water. It felt nice to be taken care of once in a while, he admitted. Sue him.

A good twenty minutes passed as Quaritch too, had sort of fallen into a rhythm, massaging the boy’s scalp and humming old pop-songs that most people would not even remember. He was a boomer at heart, what could he do.

And in the end, it took about four rounds of shampoo and conditioner for the stench to release its grip on Spider’s dreads. Pleased with the results, Quaritch stood, surprising Spider.

“Alright, the worst is over. Now just take that washcloth and scrub this” he took another bottle off the shelf, liquid inside looking transparent and smelling like fruit. “On until your skin feels softer, got it?”

“Got it”

“Great, just don’t overdo it, kay? Take your time and for god’s sake take this thing off. There are clean clothes in that cabinet, next to the towels.” He pointed at teen’s loincloth and reluctantly, he nodded in agreement.

Sighing in relief, Quaritch nods and leaves the bathroom.

Oh shit, he thought, looking at his clothes. He got completely soaked and somehow didn’t even notice. He must have gotten too caught up in that moment of being able to take care of Spider without him hissing or pushing him away, and a small part of him, a small area in his black, unbeating heart sung at the newly-made memories.

There was a smile spreading on colonel’s face as he recalled Spider visibly giving up on being tough, relaxing into his touch and zoning out, letting down his walls for just a moment as his shoulders slumped.

He’d only ever see Spider like that when he was asleep but even then, his face would often contort into a frown because of nightmares. He had them quite often.

Miles began thinking.

At first, it made sense that the boy had no idea what a shampoo is. After all, he grew up in the forest, right?

But then the marine had recalled Spider mentioning being raised by scientists who used to work at hell’s gate.

And after that, he recalled that if Na’vi were anything, it’s clean. They had routines, knew how to wash themselves and he had yet to meet one that stank anywhere near as badly as his son. It was strange to say the least.

And then, he recalled other small details of Spider’s behaviour. The way he’d often, not just today, but always, ever so slightly ease into Miles’s touch despite claiming to hate him. The way he automatically assumed, on their first expedition together, that recoms brought no food or water for him, and would forage for it without complaint until Quaritch showed him that it was taken care of. The way he’d drink up whatever praise he got from his estranged father and the members of his squad, visibly shying away, despite trying very hard to hide it behind scoffs and eye-rolls.

But Colonel Quaritch had a sharp eye. No micro expression or glance escapes him, and so he kept all these behaviours in the back of his mind. Behaviours that didn’t seem too out of the ordinary on their own but put together, painted a frightening image.

It dawned on him, why he felt so concerned for the feral brat.

Spider was a textbook example of a neglected child.

A someone who only could depend on themselves. A someone who’s support system was either shaky or entirely nonexistent.

At that revelation, Quaritch stopped only a foot away from the doorway into his room, wet clothes now being the least of his concerns.

Spider said he was raised “more by a community than like, one or two people” as he put it, and now it fell into the puzzle.

Sullys were the closest thing he had to a family, there was no other reason for him to be this loyal to them, but it made no sense. Why would a loving family neglect a human kid? If anything he should have been the one smothered with affection since his inability to breathe made him practically disabled-

And then a second realisation hit him like an arrow to the heart, as it dropped.

Miles Socorro.

Why of course, how did he not realise it earlier? They ostracised him because of his name and blood, it was the only answer Quaritch could find.

But it felt so…incredibly petty. That kind of behaviour is something colonel would expect of middle schoolers, but not grown adults.

His blood began boiling. Running hot under his skin as he seethed and his breath hitched.

Petty, petty bastards. How could they abuse a child in such manner? For something he could not control? Spider was a goddamn angel; nothing like his old man, and yet they rejected him. Discarded him like he was damaged goods on arrival.

But even then he was desperate to crawl back to them, because they’re all he had. All he thought he had.

Miles’s head almost snapped when he turned 180 degrees to see his son exit the bathroom in comfy clothes, drying his dreads and wearing a big, glowing smile on his face. The smell was gone completely, now replaced with a sweet scent of plants and fruits and by god did Spider look adorable as he took in the feeling of being clean. His grin only widened when a small group of recoms entered the dormitory after their lunch break and, upon seeing Spider, practically drowned him in praise and complements.

“Well I’ll be damned, the ugly duckling finally turned into a swan~” cooed Z-dog, smirking as her tail flickered.

“Poor kid’ll have to chase the ladies away with a stick!” Lyle chuckled and ruffled Spider’s hair, golden locks soft to his touch.

Spider kept rolling his eyes, giggling and telling them to shut their asses up but his cheeks were practically on fire. It was the good kind of embarrassment though, he didn’t mind this weird, new feeling.

So there Quaritch stood, looking at his son from the other end of the corridor, remaining unnoticed by the crowd further down, and as he took in that precious smile, he made a promise.

He would kill Sully, would rip his spine out with his bare hands, will help terraform the planet.

But he’ll do it for him first and foremost. Because that’s exactly what Spider deserved.

He deserved the world.

Author’s note: I’ve spent days trying to finish this first proper drabble of mine so I hope y’all liked it 😭💅 plz tumblr algorithm don’t let this flop 🥺

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rmoonstoner · 9 months

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Just A Taste

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Pairing:

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider Peter Parker x fem!Sorceress!reader

Warnings:

18+, monster fucker smut, oral(female receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, biting, scratching, sex pollen(it's Peter's venom), size kink(peen is massive), mild rope kink, sex with a man spider, come eating, cum dumpster, a bit of ass play, over stimulation, sweet and rough monster boi

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Summary:

You are Doctor Strange's and Christine's daughter. Your mother died a long time ago, and your father now runs the Sorcerer's Guild and is the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth 591D3R. You are your father's apprentice and live in the New York Sanctum. One night, a break in the Sanctum causes you to make friends with an unlikely creature.

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One night, your father had asked you to watch over the Sanctum while he attended a meeting with the other Masters. It was concerning a rebuild of the Kamar-Taj after Wanda came through like a hell storm. You didn't want to go there anyways, because it wouldn't matter what opinion you had, everyone would ignore you and ask the doctor for advice. It didn't matter that he would give the same answer, only for them to be delighted about it and pretend you never said anything in the first place.

Lucky for you, Stephen had noticed, and that was another reason you weren't accompanying him this time. He was going to bring up the elephant in the room, and question the others as to why they treated you like a child. You were twenty two years old, and had been practicing magic since you were three.

He was confident that you could replace him soon, mostly so he could retire and go live with his girlfriend on Mars. You wanted that for him, more than the title of Sorcerer Supreme. She made your father happier than you'd ever seen him, aside from the times you would make him proud with your ever growing abilities in the Mystic Arts. He was nearly fifty years old now, and he'd been a grumpy old wizard for most of your life until he met the beautiful plant lady, who also happened to be a mutant.

That opened your eyes to the possibilities that were out there. You didn't have to limit yourself to your own kind, and your dad wouldn't care who you chose, so long as they made you happy and treated you right. You had your fair share of flings the past two years, and none of them seemed right for you.

There was always something lacking in the people you went on dates with. At first the potential partners were boring normal people. That was fine, but you found that their physical appearances, no matter how socially attractive they were, didn't really get you going. The sex was just as boring and unsatisfactory as the dates were.

And it didn't help things any that almost all of your dates were absolutely trying to brown nose their way into talking to your father. They treated you like some dumb little girl, and that pissed you off so much. Didn't they know that you were your father's daughter? Didn't they know that you inherited all his will and strive for greatness? Did they forget your memory was just as perfect as your father's, and you could be as petty as the great Doctor Strange?

No. They never did. And they never saw it coming when you started to ghost these people and ignore them. The last date you went on, was with some guy named Harry Osborne, the son of a rich business owner. The guy was a self-centered douche, and he spent the entire night talking about how he could make a lot more tech, if he could just get his hands on a magical energy generator. That the last one he had, didn't work the way he needed, so he 'disposed' of it like it was trash

He wasn't subtle about you being the generator, either. He acted like it would be such an honor for you to basically be his battery to power his laboratory. By the time the wine hit the table, you had gotten up and declared that you were not interested in being a glorified Barbie battery, and you left through a portal right there in the dining hall of the most prestigious restaurant that New York had.

That had been two weeks ago, and since then, tabloids went through the local and international news about how the Sorcerer Supreme's daughter had bravely turned down a corporate tyrant. Some painted you as the bad guy while most of the others printed that he was a jerk that tried barking up the wrong tree.

Either way, when your father read about it, he ended up making an appearance in his classic and terrifying smoke and brimstone way at Oscorp. He raised a big stink about how Norman's son was an idiot and to stay away from you and his end of the city or else. Poor Norman was confused, because he hadn't been in town for the past two months.

More tabloids went out the following day and claimed that Harry had been demoted. That made you so delighted to hear.

But tonight all you wanted was to watch a good movie and eat absolutely all the snacks that your dad left out for you as a thank you for doing his job for the night. It would be easy, barely an inconvenience, as he had the automated magical security system going, which would alert you to any unauthorized intruders.

The movie in question was a cheesy romance story with subtle horror elements. It was a woman moving to a cabin in the woods, trying to live the simple life. After being there for a few weeks, she started receiving gifts at her doorstep, which was eerie and unnerving, because she lived in the middle of nowhere. Over time, she caught glimpses of a beastly looking creature that would never be there at a second glance.

It ended up being some sort of large man that had multiple arms and multiple eyes like an insect or a spider.

The story went on to the woman catching him in the act of leaving a basket of berries at her door. When she opened the door for him, he jumped back and stared at her, scared and observant. She invited him into her home, and that's when the spicy parts began.

You fanned yourself as you watched the oddly best acted part of the movie. You knew the actors weren't actually having sex, but it was thrilling all the same. Thrilling enough to consider sticking you hand into your pants and enjoying the film's ridiculously long sex scene.

Let's face it, you totally did. When it got nice and good you felt relaxed and really going with the flow, until…

CRASH

You heard a shattering of glass and a loud thud. You jumped and used your magic to pause the television as you turned in the direction of the noise and froze.

You heard the sounds of shuffling, then glass being swept up, and an odd animalistic grumbling. You quickly scooted over to the doorway and peaked out into the hall, seeing a light on in the sitting room your dad used to entertain his guests that weren't heros and just regular everyday people.

Why didn't the alarms go off? Only unauthorized people would trip the sensors, so it had to be someone that was allowed access to the sanctum. Someone your father or you knew.

You got closer and looked into the room, seeing a single old lamp on in the corner, a shadow in the center of the room, sweeping the floor with three brooms. Where did it even find three brooms? Either way, you quickly loaded a couple of spells up into your hands, preparing for an attack if needed.

"Um, hello? Who are you, and why are you in my Sanctum?" You boldly asked as you stepped into the room, hands clearly holding a crackle of blue light in one hand, a conjured shield in the other.

The thing turned around and looked at you as it made a weird chittering noise and motioned to the glass on the floor like it was obvious as to what it was doing. You didn't get any threatening vibes as it went right back to trying, and failing, to clean up its mess from the broken window. You took pity on the poor creature and cancelled your spells out, going to cast a spell to fix the glass and clean up the mess instead. After, you flicked on another lamp to give a little more light.

The creature finally turned around and sighed, giving you a full view of how relieved it was. You saw that it was a man, possibly human, but he was off.

He looked like the creature in the movie you had just been watching, but even more attractive. This one had a beautiful mop of brown hair on his head, and his eight eyes were all twinkling in the light as he stared at you.

"You're… You're not doctor…" He grunted harshly, his mouth opening in the same manner a spider's would if it could talk. You stared at his teeth, the fangs specifically, seeing that he was drooling ever so slightly.

"No. I am not my father." You replied and told him your name. He looked confused.

"Who are you?" You asked, and he slurred a bit to clear the drool from his mouth as he wiped it with one of the backs of his six hands.

"Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man? But dad said you disappeared last summer."

"Oscorp. They did this. To me." He seemed to have troubles speaking. From what you remembered of the stories your father had told you, Spider-Man was a great hero, and he had suddenly vanished last summer and didn't come back. He was thought to be dead.

And Oscorp? Oh God that made you so mad, especially after the Harry incident.

"I should have known… Was it Harry? Did he do this to you?"

The man nodded and groaned as he crouched onto the ground and stretched like a cat, then he sat there staring up at you.

"My dad said you are a scientist. He wouldn't tell me your name, but after that horrible date I had with Harry, his ramblings, and seeing you, I can confidently say that you're Peter Parker." You said softly and he looked surprised.

"How you know?"

"Peter Parker went missing around the same time. Harry talked about you at great length and he mentioned he hates spiders." You replied and he huffed and stood back up, only to sniff the air a few times.

"So, yes, you're Peter Parker? Please answer me." You asked and he looked up at you, his eyes all blinking at once.

"Yes. Also monster. Horrible. Gross." He whined and looked down, his nose still sniffing as he moved along the carpet on all eight limbs towards you. He'd stop occasionally and look around, then keep scuttling until he was at your feet. He sat on his heels and looked up at you, head tilted to the side.

"No. You're not a horrible and gross monster. You're a man with a condition. A hero that needs help." You gently reached out and placed your hand in front of his face to see what he would do.

He leaned forward and sniffed it, and his eyes suddenly closed and he sighed. Peter leaned forward and rubbed his face against your hand, his tongue coming out to lick at your skin. You blushed at how he ran the thick muscle all over your fingers suggestively, and then sucked them into his mouth.

"O-ohhh…" You breathed as you remembered it was that hand that you had used to pleasure yourself during the movie. The thought alone had suddenly made you wetter than you had been during the film, and Peter had instantly noticed.

"Taste and smell good." He rumbled as his hands came up, all six of them, each one reaching for you. Two hands grabbed at your waist, another two grabbed your hands, and the final set grabbed your ankles.

In a swift movement he had you on your back on the floor, legs and arms spread out as he crawled over you, his eyes looking down at your form in your pajamas.

"Smell good." He groaned as he leaned down closer, his mouth just inches away from your neck. You felt a bit of lukewarm spit fall onto your skin, making you twitch and squirm.

"Smell so good." Peter said as he nuzzled your neck and began to inhale your scent.

"P-peter…" You breathed his name when his hands fumbled with your shirt and he brought two hands to your breasts and pawed at them.

"Soft." He said as his tongue came out to lick along your neck, his fangs grazing you gently.

"Warm. Very warm." He growled into your ear. You shuddered as he lifted your hips to his and he ground into you, soaking your panties and sweatpants through.

"Want taste. Taste good." Peter cooed while he started tearing your shirt and pants off of your body with ease. You shook in the cold night air as he stripped you bare and looked down at his handiwork.

"Pretty." Peter hummed gently, his mouth going to cover the juncture of your shoulder and neck. You could feel his fangs sink into your flesh painlessly, and as they went in, you could feel him secreting something into your bloodstream as well.

Oh fuck. This was how you were gonna die. Being eaten by your dad's friend, now turned into a man spider beast.

But why was it so hot? Why weren't you feeling any pain? You could still move and breathe, well as much as he would allow since he had a hold of your limbs and body. You could wiggle your fingers and toes, and move your head around freely. The more you moved, the more you felt a fire in your belly, and hot tingly feeling all over.

It went straight down to your core and made you ache painfully. You found yourself bucking up against him and whining as he pulled and tugged on your nipples with his fingers.

"Pete… Peter… Oh fuck… That feels so good…" You moaned to him and he answered you by growling deeper and letting go of your chest, his hands going down to waist and fumbling with his pants. He quickly pulled his cock out and you glanced down to see that it was massive and covered in thick veins. The head was engorged, leaking a heavy glob of precome that dripped down onto your mound and dribbled down through your soaking wet lips.

"Want more. Pretty hole. Dripping. Feel good." Peter's gravelly voice rattled you to your core and made the ache stronger and your pussy gush and clench around nothing. He chittered and gripped himself tightly, giving himself a good stroke and pushing another glob of precome out over your clit. His other hand came up, using his fingers to spread your lips and his thumb to rub his slick all over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ah-ahhh!" You panted as he trilled and rubbed the head of his cock against your opening. It made you squirm and look at him, seeing that he had four of his eyes trained on your face.

"Want to fuck..?" He groaned, almost like he was now just trying to ask if this was okay.

"Please, Peter… Please… Fuck me… Put you cock inside me and fuck me, please?" You whined and begged him, and he growled and wasted no time. He pushed himself inside easily with all of the slickness you both had provided, but he was still massive and stretched you to your limit. You normally would have been in pain and fighting back, but whatever he injected you with had made it so easy to take him without hurting you.

And you wanted more.

"Good. Feels… S'goood." Peter moaned and stilled when he could go no further. You could feel his heavy balls resting on your ass, his cock pulsing rapidly.

"So tight…. So good… So wet…" He huffed as his hips began to move. He moved you around to press himself as deep as he could get, which involved hoisting you up into his lap as he cast a few webs up at the ceiling. He hung himself upside down so you were right side up, using gravity to his advantage.

In your haze of feeling exceptionally full, you felt him chitter to you as he held you tightly against him.

"Mine now. Mine. Please you good. Stay here." He hummed as started to buck into you.

"Harder…" You whimpered with each gentle thrust and begged him to go harder. He was happy to oblige you and he went hard and deep, using his many limbs to pull and tug your body in a way that he hit your gspot and ground himself against your clit with each thrust.

"So good… Warm, tight…" Peter pressed your body flush against his as he kissed you. It felt strange, but nice, feeling the way his tongue slithered around and how his lips melded with yours so easily.

You could feel his cock pulse harshly as he howled and let go of your mouth to bite down on your neck again. He felt you come undone as he pistoned into you and pumped you with more venom as he came inside of you. You felt his hot seed fill you up and leak out, but he didn't seem to be finished yet.

You could feel his cock swelling as he fucked you and kept filling you up with his come. You whined as he let your arms go to wrap his around your body as he snarled and kept going. All you could do was cling to him, one hand digging into his back, the other fisting his hair tightly as he pounded hard into you.

He spent a good thirty minutes like that in a relentless assault on your body. You were delirious the entire time, gasping, moaning, screaming for him to give you more. When he was finally finished with you, he didn't pull out. Instead, he wrapped you close to his body with his webbing, keeping himself firmly planted inside of you as he made sure you were comfortable.

You were so tired and whatever venom he put into you left you sleepy and unwilling to move. He made a pleased purring noise as he crawled along the ceiling down the hallway to your room. With barely a noise, he made a nest at the top of your four poster bed and cradled you in his arms for a long while.

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You woke up suddenly, feeling confused and very sore. Your head was on something hard and fleshy, and you could hear a steady heartbeat and breathing. You lifted your head and went to move, only to find that you couldn't.

Not only were you bound to whoever was underneath you, they also had their painfully large and hard cock buried inside of you. You whimpered as you tried to tug on the webs, finding them not cooperating at all and they were just sticking to your fingers. You looked down and saw the man responsible for your current predicament.

Peter Parker, the Spider-Man turned Man-Spider. He was snoring peacefully, a fine line of drool on his chin with messy and tussled hair. With his eyes closed, his face looked peaceful and almost completely human, but you knew better. His six arms definitely were a dead give away, two of which were firmly wrapped around you.

You suddenly heard a thud outside of your door and you panicked, thinking your father had come home earlier than expected. You struggled for a moment, getting frustrated with how Peter seemingly stayed out cold while you freaked out.

How would you explain this to Stephen?

Oh hey, dad… So uh, your friend that you thought had died, he, well, just showed up last night looking for you, and um… We banged and he now has me hostage in my own room with his dick. While hanging in a webby nest above my bed.

Yeah, no. That wasn't gonna fly with him, and you knew it. You quickly leaned over Peter and grabbed his face.

"Wake up!" You tried unsuccessfully to wake him, but the jostling around seemed to be working. You moved your hips, gasping when his cock twitched and plumped up even more.

"Peter, please. Please wake up. I think my dad's outside the door!" You hissed as you slapped him awake. He sat up, confused and growling for a moment, until he saw it was you.

"Whaaat?"

"My dad. He's come home." You said again. Peter's face twisted into a look of worry and he looked down to see why you were panicking.

"Shit. Sorry." He apologized and cut the webbing that was holding you to him. You managed to get off of him, with a whole bunch of come rushing down your legs and to the bed below. He quickly twisted and allowed you down to the bed, and you plopped yourself down, already going to make the necessary hand motions to clean yourself and the room up. Peter sat perched on the edge of your bed, naked and curious as you frantically summoned your robes and sorcerer attire.

You heard a knock at the door, and you quickly went to it to stop it from opening.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Came your dad's voice as you slammed the door shut on him, just narrowly missing his fingers.

"Yeah. Sorry. Everything's alright. I'm naked. Don't come in." You stammered quickly as you locked the door. You heard him huff and back up.

"My apologies. I was just worried is all. You're normally awake and about before I am."

"I, uh, was up late last night watching that movie I got. I slept in, because of it." You said as you looked around for Peter's clothes.

"Really? It's noon. That's not like you at all."

"I'm fine, dad. Really."

"Well I need to discuss something with you."

"Yeah, sure, whatever ya want. Just give me a minute." You said as you went over to Peter and pointed at the bed.

"You stay here. Please don't go anywhere until I get back. Understand?" You asked him and he nodded as he crawled under your blankets and huddled there.

You turned to the door and almost thought about opening it, but instead you decided to use your Sling ring and you appeared behind your father. He whirled around and gave you a hard stare.

"Why didn't you use the door?"

"I, uh, it's a mess in there. Underwear and lady stuff strewn about. I was reorganizing my room-" You suddenly stopped talking when you noticed your father was holding up Peter's suit in one hand, and a ball of your shredded clothes covered in webs in the other.

"Uh, huh… Really, now?" Stephen asked slowly, one brow raised as you tried to outright lie to him.

"Um… I can explain."

"I think you'd better. Why was Peter's Spider-Man suit hanging on the chandelier, and your ripped and torn pajamas strewn about the sitting room meant for my guests? The room is covered in webbing, and there's a trail straight to your room." His tone was firm, but also full of concern.

You could tell he was worried for your safety, given that the last time had seen Peter was when the man had two arms on his suit and not six. You knew you'd have to come clean right then and there. Your dad has his ways of finding things out if you refused to talk.

"Well, I, uh… Peter came by looking for you last night… And…" You chewed on your lower lip and heard some scuttling inside your bedroom, and then the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing.

"He's in your room, isn't he?" He softly asked and you looked down at your boots.

"Yes."

"Did he force you to do anything you didn't want to do?"

"No."

"Okay… Did he hurt you? Your neck is red, but your robes are hiding the rest of it." He asked as his hand came up to turn your head away so he could get a better look.

"He, um, bit me. But I'm fine. I feel fine. It's just tender there." You sheepishly said. He hummed and let go of you.

"I'll need to run some tests on you today. For now, go collect Peter, get him dressed, and coax him out for some food. I'm sure he's hungry." Your dad said and he handed you the items.

"I fixed your pajamas, by the way." He added and he turned away

"Okay… Thanks, dad."

"Oh, and sweetheart?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"I hope you used a protection spell." He said, then he left down the hallway.

You had not used any protection spells, and you felt yourself worry as you went back into your room.

Peter was sitting on the bed, looking out the window.

"He knows. He pissed." Peter muttered. You went over and smoothed your hands up his back. He chittered and leaned back as you ran your nails through his hair.

"He knows. He's not pissed. He wants you to come downstairs to have breakfast with us. Please?" You whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek. He sighed happily.

"Not scared?"

"Of you? No. I'm not scared of you at all."

"Did bad last night. I'm sorry."

"No, Peter… You did good. Very good. I was very pleased with your performance."

"I stay? With you?" He turned towards you, his eyes hopeful.

"I'll ask my dad, but we both know he will say yes. He misses you, you know." You assured him as Peter pulled you into his lap.

"Thank you. I need… Help."

"We will figure this out, Peter. My dad's the best wizard in all the land. If we can't fix it, that's okay. You can stay with us as long as you need to."

"Never want to go. Stay here. With you." He buried his face into your neck and inhaled softly.

"Okay. Can we get you dressed?" You asked and he nodded.

"Do you want me to conjure up some proper fitting clothes? Or do you want your Spider-Man suit?"

"Clothes. Please. Sweat pants. Tee-shirt." He requested and you smiled. You were about to summon some clothing, when he bit into your neck and pumped you full of his venom again. You gasped and he pushed you back onto the bed.

"Peter… What are you doing?" You whispered as you began to heat up and ache for him.

"One more taste…" He rumbled as his hands made quick work of your robes and skirts.

"Peter, if you fuck me again, I won't be able to walk! Dad's waiting and- Ooohhh…" You tried to reason with him, but he had buried his face into your mound quicker than you could stop him. You felt him spread your legs wide and holding them down with one set of arms, while another spread your lower lips out.

"Just a taste." He growled, and his last set of hands came up to your lower abdomen and he pushed down. You gasped as you felt his come from the previous night leaking out of you. He purred in delight and started to lick at your folds vigorously.

He was quite good with his tongue as he pushed it inside and swirled it around. You whimpered and squirmed, hands diving into his hair as he groaned in pleasure, savouring the noises you made.

He latched onto your clit, and when you looked down, you saw him move one of his hands downwards towards your dripping pussy. He stuck a couple of fingers in and worked them against your gspot in the hopes that you'd come for him again.

"Peter, fuck, oh gods…" You panted and bucked into his face, with him slurping and drooling all over your pussy. He groaned and shifted, bringing another hand down to toy with your ass. You could feel him grab and squeeze your flesh as he dipped a thumb between your cheeks and pressed against your backdoor.

You whimpered as he moved his thumb and collected some of his spit, come, and your fluids, then he slowly prodded inside, getting his thumb in right to the second knuckle. You moaned and tugged on his hair, feeling an orgasm quickly approaching.

"P-peter… I… I'm…" You breathed, and he started to suck harder as his tongue rolled all over your clit. You felt thr pads of his fingers pressed hard against your gspot, and you came so hard that you squirted.

Peter snarled and hungrily lapped up your juices as he kept his fingers working. You were shaking badly as he coaxed two more out of you, before letting you go to rest for a moment.

"Taste so good." He grunted while licking his fingers. He had one of his hands fisted around his cock, tugging it lightly. You stared at him while you twitched and tried to catch your breath.

"Peter…" His name came out as a silent plea, and he grinned at you wickedly.

"More. Need to feel you." He husked as he crawled back over top of you. He lifted your hips and wedged himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance. You sighed as he pushed in and slid all the way back.

This time he was rough right off the bat. He held you down and fucked into hard and fast, shaking the bed and slapping the headboard against the wall. He snarled as you started screaming, and he jammed his fingers into your mouth to quiet you. You almost gagged, but managed to hold on as he dug himself in deep and kept going at that furious pace. You heard one of the legs of your bed snap, and Peter paid no attention to it. He merely went harder, feeling you shake underneath him as you came again.

"Good girl. Good f'me. Mine." Peter grunted as he reared back and propped himself up with two hands, while the other four held you close. You were seeing stars and your body was crackling with pleasure as your pussy squelched obscenely with how fast and hard he was fucking you. You were sure your bed sheets were ruined, not that you cared much. A simple spell could fix it later.

"Say it." He growled and you barely understood what he was asking.

"Say you're mine." He tried again, this time his hand coming to cup your face. You moaned, eyes watering as another orgasm ripped through you.

"I'm yours, Peter. Yours…" You sobbed against his shoulder as he growled and bit into your neck again. You convulsed and felt him come hard, painting your insides with his thick fluids.

"Good. Yours. Yours now." He huffed and rolled over with you onto your side. He breathed softly and brushed the hair from your face.

"Are you telling me that you're mine, now?" You quietly asked. Peter nodded and cuddled closer.

"Yes. Yours. Keep you safe. Keep me safe." He sighed and you smiled gently.

"I'd like that very much." You said and kissed his cheek. He purred and trilled for you as he nuzzled your neck.

"Can we please go down and see my dad now? He's been waiting for thirty minutes." You softly asked. Peter suddenly blushed and hid his face.

"Embarrassed. Doc won't be happy."

"Hush, now. He knows what's happening. If he thought you'd hurt me, he wouldn't have gone downstairs and left you with me. It is time to get your dick out of me, okay? You want more sex, you'll have to wait until after we eat." You patted his shoulder and he whined in protest, but slowly let go of you and pulled away. You felt him slip from your cunt, his come leaving a huge mess and a dull ache between your legs.

"Okay. Hungry for food now." Peter said with much enthusiasm as he gathered your clothes and brought them to you.

"Thank you. Try to behave at the dining table." You said and used your magic to clean and dress the both of you. You tried to get up and move, but found your legs refused to cooperate. Peter made a small concerned sounding noise and he came over to lift you up into his arms.

"Oh, thank you… I don't have a cool cloak like my dad."

"Don't need one. Got me." He murmured as he took you out of the room and made his way down the hall. You sighed, enjoying the way he carried you with very little effort. You didn't bother to get out of his arms when he stepped into the kitchen and nervously looked at your father.

"Took you two long enough to get down here. You're lucky I can control time, and kept the food hot. Now put my daughter down, Peter, and take a seat. Sweetheart, you might have to help him." Stephen said as he started to fill his plate. He said nothing about the bruises and the hickies to either of you. Peter ate his food in silence and when he was done he looked at Stephen, opening his mouth to speak.

"Don't bother, Peter. I'm not mad. All that I ask is you behave, if you know what I mean."

"What does that mean, dad?"

"It means he better not hurt you, kill you, or break your heart."

"So that means he can stay and we can try to help him?"

"Of course. We can make things easier for him and get his speech patterns back, but I don't think I can permanently reverse his new form without more research. I'll have a chat with Reed, Tony, and Hank, see what we can get going."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Peter says it was Harry Osborn that did this to him." You added quietly.

Your father saw red and he smashed his fist on the table.

"That little fuck is gonna pay."

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Note:

That's it. That's what I wrote today. Fucked up and horny shit. I was high on edibles. Blame the weed. Enjoy.

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Credits:

No one proofread this for me. I banged this out in one day.

Original post that caused this fic to happen. @refairy

I know they wanted to write this, but this hit me so damned hard and I needed to write my own. I hope you like it.

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the-broken-truth · 10 months

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A Father's Son [Part One] - Miguel O'Hara w/ Teenage Spider Son Reader

Summary: Hi, I'm [Name] O'Hara. As the son of Miguel O'Hara, the leader of the Spider-Society and Spider-Man 2099, I strive to be one of the best Spider-Men under the guidance of my mentors Jessica Drew and Peter B. Parker. However, it's disheartening that my father doesn't acknowledge my efforts and instead holds onto memories of my late sister Gabriella, with whom he destroyed the past. While I am my father's son, I yearn to be recognized for who I am.

[Earth-928 / Spider-Society / Main Hub / Your POV]

It is said: "Children should not be burdened with the successes of their parents, no more than their failings.", whoever made that statement should have passed it on to my Father - Miguel O'Hara. This man was stubborn and obsessed with success when it came to her preservation of the Multiverse but he could never stop and take a look at what was before him and appreciate what he had; always wanting more than what he could care for... least with his work, because it seemed like he never wanted me and cares not for my achievements in the Spider-Society.

My name is [Name] - [Name] O'Hara - and I am the only son of Miguel O'Hara, in fact, I am his canon son; the child he was meant to have instead of the daughter he tried to raise from another universe. I was 12 years old when he left me to replace the dead version of himself and he returned a broken man after he caused a canon event & an entire universe to collapse because of his greed and selfishness. I tried to be there for him, to make him see that while I wasn't Gabriella I was still useful, I was still his son and I wanted him to love me but he just looked t me and shook his head before he left out of the room, leaving me to cry alone with Lyla comforting me until Jessica and Peter came to get me and take me home per my father's request.

Now, I am 15 years old - one of the best spider-men in the field, and today, I was on a solo mission to take down a Varitant of Doctor Octopus & return him to his proper earth. I managed to find him on Earth-876 and defeated him before wrapping him up in a web and doing a scan of him - he belonged to Earth-656. I opened a portal to his proper earth and sent him there before opening another portal to my home and jumped in before reappearing on the other side in the Main Hub of the Spider-Society. I was greeted by Peter and Jessica before I heard a rather grumpy voice speak from the upper level.

"[Name], we need to talk. Now." My Father said as he had his back turned to me with his hands on his hips and his head shaking once again; he was upset at something but it couldn't have been me, I took care of the variant alone without a single scratch. I looked at Jessica and Peter before webbing my way up to my father's platform and looked at my father's back.

"Yes, Father?" I asked him with my hands in the pockets of my spider suit but when he turned around, he looked rather pissed off.

"What the hell were you thinking, boy?" He asked me with his deep tone but I just looked at him with confusion in my eyes.

"What are you talking about? I took care of the anomaly and returned it to its proper earth all on my own." I said with pride in my voice but his glare was too much for me to bear. I miss his brown eyes but the red was a side effect of the Spider Injections.

"You weren't supposed to go alone, I was supposed to go and deal with the Anomaly." He said.

"What does it matter who deals with the anomaly? It's dealt with and there was no other reason for you to be in that world, right?" I asked.

"I found an Orphaned Version of Gabriella on that Earth and i was going to bring her here to raise." Those words made my heart freeze, again with this?!

"ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS?! YOU WANTED ANOTHER VERSION OF GABRIELLA AFTER YOU CAUSED A CANON EVENT AND DESTROYED AN ENTIRE UNIVERSE?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, FATHER?!" I roared at him.

"This version doesn't have a parent, taking her from her universe and bringing her here wouldn't have caused a Canon Event." He said but the anger in me was too much.

"Why can't you just be happy with what you have?! You have me, I'm your son! Your Real Son! A son you made with your wife, who you divorced becuase she wasn't able to have more children!" I pointed at him, eyes flowing with tears.

"I need Gabriella. You aren't her. I don't want nor do I need you." He said. I just stood there and soaked in what he just said.

He didn't need me?

He didn't want me?

Fine.

Then, he was about to lose me forever.

I turned away and jumped off his platform before walking out of the Main Hub with Jessica and Peter at my sides, I didn't want to speak to them, I needed to see someone who understood me. I needed to see my mother.

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strawhatkia · 9 months

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sundress season.

INCLUDES ! 1610!miles and hobie brown x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they see you in a sundress for the first time

WARNINGS ! character and reader are not together...yet!,

WORD COUNT ! 0.6k

A/N ! the way this was suppose to be the whole spider crew plus miguel and i got tired not even half way through....this just gon be a lil tester but this is getting deleted and revamped later !

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🌻🖌✧ SPIDER-MILES !

i cannot fathom to you how flustered this boy gets on a regular day when y'all really not doing anything. the boy already really likes how you look in your regular uniform or just casual street clothes so when rio and jeff invite you over for the carne asada/cookout and you popped in a sundress of all things, he kinda doesn't know how to act.

oh, and his parents find it absolutely hilarious. this is really the time where him being jeff's son and aaron's nephew really shines through. he's awkward about it and can't seem to get through any of his sentences.

he really likes the way it fits you and the color compliments you well but he has such a hard time for like a good 30 minutes. eventually, aaron comes to save him and gives him a tip of going to get some drinks for the both of you and take you somewhere private to talk.

not to mention, his whole family thinks you two are too cute for words and takes every chance to mention how much of a good couple you two make. once you come back over to get something to eat, you are bombarded by multiple family members. miles is definitely nervously laughing to get through the embarrassment of all them making the most outlandish comments and gave up after the 4th tia said how lucky he is to have you.

— ☾⋆⁺₊🎸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 ✧ HOBIE BROWN !

this is literally the world's boldest man ever, he truly don't give a fuck whose watching. you were actually in the middle of a block party when you were called to debrief about a mission. not to be bothered to put on your suit (especially since peter b. walks around in a pink robe of all things), you step through the portal in your sundress and sandals.

certainly not the first time hq has seen you out of uniform but the sundress has you grabbing compliments left and right from all the spider people present (even miguel, which was surprising). it would be hobie to see you last though. he was originally talking to pav who was rambling on about his recent date with gayatri again when he catches a glimpse of you pass by to go into the meeting room with miguel and jessica.

now in my eyes, hobie immediately tunes out of pav's conversation at once to focus all of his attention on you and makes the split decision to follow you in there. it's not like jessica will care enough to kick him out and he does not care what miguel has to say. quite frankly, the man only sees you at the moment and that doesn't even catch up to him until he's right in front of you.

then in the thickest accent possible, he flirts endlessly throughout the entire meeting. the man has no sense of personal space around his friends and it's only ten times worse with you. hanging off your shoulders, wrapping his long arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder while hugging from behind. you do your best to acknowledge, because ignoring him will not work and only make it worse, but to also get through the meeting.

it's easy to chalk it up as hobie being a physical person but there's only so much to explain the way he feels up on the material of the dress, making comments that make you feel like you're blushing and distract from whatever miguel was saying before he gave up and just told you to come in later. without hobie.

leaving the meeting was easier than staying in it but now you gotta deal with a very cocky spiderman that is doing his absolute best to talk you into coming back to his dimension. (pav is watching from a distance with a bag of popcorn, squealing over how many of his friends are having romance novel moments)

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 20 days

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Hello! So my little rant from the other day inspired a concept for a whole new fic and I just couldn't resist writing it! I have no idea what to call this which is why I'm posting it here before a03. If anyone has any suggestions let me know. (I was thinking sins of the father but i think there's already a Quaritch and Spider fic with that name)

Anyway the premise is that the recoms were grown on Pandora instead of Earth. Instead of just killing them it's decided that they'll just keep them comatose in their pods. Until a system failure wakes them up. Spider is only seven in this fic.

Edit: I have since named this fic. It's called Visited on the Son (thank you @nilnether for helping me pick the name) and you can find it on Ao3 here

Enjoy!

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He always felt calm in the tank room under the blue glow of the synthetic amniotic fluid. The only sounds came from the steady heartbeats of the sleeping Na’vi and the idol chatter of his best friend Kiri as she talked to her comatose mother. Spider sat, staring up at his father floating peacefully in his pod. He placed his hand on the glass, as if his touch could make the man wake up. But he never would. He wasn’t allowed to wake up.

“I went to the village today,” the seven year old said in a hush. “Me and my friends made bracelets! Until their sa’nu made me come back here. I don’t like here very much sempu. It’s….cold. But at least Kiri came back with me for a little bit. Until she has to go back home, to her family…..”

The door burst open making both children jump. “Miles!” Spider shrank in fear as his foster father stormed up to him. Mr. McCosker grabbed Spider’s arm, yanking him to his feet so hard he thought his arm would rip from its socket. “Did you go to the village without permission again!” The little boy whimpered, trying to avoid the man screaming in his face. “Answer me!” Nash shook him.

“Yes,” Spider cried.

“How many times do I have to tell you! No one wants you there!”

“I want him there,” Kiri yelled, “and so do my brothers!”

Spider smiled despite the tears in his eyes. Nash growled, “well the adults don’t want him there. And you know better than to just run off…”

“But you were busy,” Spider said timidly, “I just wanted to play…”

Nash roughly pulled on his arm again making Spider yelp, “oh you just wanted to play,” his foster father mocked, “you can play by yourself! Do you have any idea the trouble you cause every time you do this!” Nash spun him around to face his sempu. “You're just like your father. A wicked little beast. Why they even bother keeping these things alive is beyond me. It’s a waste of time and resources. Just like you.” Spider’s bottom lip trembled but he didn’t shed a tear. He was used to Mr.McCosker’s angry rants. “Now come on! I hope you like your room because you're gonna be spending a lot of time in there thinking about what you did. And you can forget about dinner….”

Spider locked eyes with Kiri as he was dragged from the room. He waved, giving her a sad smile, mouthing bye. He knew she wanted to fight for him. They’d been through this all before and so she knew that Spider would rather she stay out of it. Still she smoldered with rage, fist clenched at her sides. Spider spared one last glance at his father’s tank before being completely taken from the room. Bye sempu.

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That night as Spider tried and failed to sleep with his painfully empty stomach an alarm sounded through all of Hell’s Gate having the entire base up and moving in moments. Spider covered his ears burying himself under his blankets as red lights flashed. This had never happened before. What is this? What should I do? He could faintly hear his foster parents through the noise, Mr.McCosker stomping through the apartment and out the door, Mrs. McCosker pacing the living room as she made a call. But Spider didn’t want to go to them. He didn’t want to be anywhere near them.

He focused his attention through the small window above his bed. The floodlights were on outside as people ran back and forth. He knew deep down that something was seriously wrong. But it couldn’t be too bad if his foster parents hadn’t come to get him. They wouldn’t just leave him behind, right? Eywa help me, he silently prayed.

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The first thing he was aware of was the heaviness of his own breathing. Then came the sound of his heart beating slow and steady. Next was the feeling of floating. Finally as his senses returned he opened his eyes to a mix of soft shimmering blue light and harsh flashing red. What in the fuck, Miles thought as he took it all in. He was in a tank. He raised his fist to beat on the glass, making him see his body for the first time.

Ain’t this a bitch. He was na’vi now. Which only meant one thing. Focus he willed himself. First order of business was getting out of the tank. He’d deal with the rest later. Miles placed his hand on the glass, getting a scene of its thickness. Too thick to break. He looked towards his feet then above his head finding exactly what he’d hoped. An escape hatch. A few good twists was all it took for him to spill out of the container onto the linoleum floor of the labs.

His eyes roved his surroundings. The computers blared a message of system failure. No doubt the reason he woke up. To his right was the exit. To his left a row of familiar faces all wide eyed and banging on their tanks for release. Miles stumbled as he rose on unsteady alien legs. He persevered making his way to the other tanks, freeing his team one by one. “What’s going on boss,” Lyle said.

“Isn’t it obvious? We died. And now we're back.”

Lyle rolled his eyes, “I get that but this…”

“We weren’t supposed to wake up,” Z said, staring at the computer screen, “and if we’re only waking up because of a computer glitch….” She let the implication hang in the air as they all sprung into action, dressing in whatever clothes the avatars had left behind, making weapons from broken chair legs and glass shards, each looping a na’vi breathing mask around their neck.

“Alright people,” Miles said when they were ready, “for our sins in our past life we have been brought back as the enemy. In enemy territory no less. We don’t know what things look like past those doors so be ready for anything. Head on a swivel,” his team nodded, “alright. Let’s move out.” They made their way down the red lit hall in formation, Miles leading them. Aside from the alarm it was eerily quiet. All the personnel must have been off somewhere dealing with the system failure.

It only took a few quick glances for Miles to know exactly where he was. Hell’s Gate. Home sweet home. He knew this place like the back of his hand. He led his team not to the control center but to the living quarters. They’d surely be able to take some hostages there, grill them for more information. How long had it been? Who was in command? What happened to the R.D.A. His team's survival hinged on these answers.

The hallway of apartments was deserted, doors left ajar from hasty exits. They searched the rooms one by one, not a soul in sight. “Maybe we should just run while we have the chance,” said Lyle, “we don’t need masks to breathe out there anymore. We can survive…”

“I’m not runnin’ like a coward,” Miles growled. He needed to know what happened. Not only in the war but also to…

They entered the final apartment on the right hand side of the hall. Just like all the others the place had been fled in a hurry, all the doors left open. Except for one. Miles raised his fist signaling, hold tight on me. Cautiously he opened the door to find a child’s room. The furniture was small, made for a toddler but the few articles of clothing strewn about the room suggested a child in the age range of six to eight. Miles’ eyes zeroed in on a form, too big for its little bed, curled up in its sheets. “Prager,” he called, “kill that alarm would y’a.” Prager nodded, expertly having the wires of the screaming red light out and severed in seconds plunging them into blissful silence.

Who could leave a child behind like this, Miles thought as the form shifted. Big brown eyes peaked out at him, wide and curious, not an ounce of fear. Miles dropped down to the kids level, “hi there,” he said gently reaching out to pull the cover back.

“You're awake,” the child said in an awed hush.

That made Miles still, “you know me?”

The kid nodded under the covers, “they said you’d never wake up.”

“Who said that?”

“Jake, Norm, the McCoskers. Everyone. They said you were too bad to wake up. So if you're awake does that mean you're not bad anymore? Or was I bad enough to be put to sleep…”

A chill went up Miles' spine, “why would they put you to sleep? You're just a kid.”

“Because I’m bad. The McCosker’s tell me all the time. And Mrs.Sully says I’m a demon's son…

Miles sucked in a breath. Mrs.Sully. Jake’s little na’vi girlfriend, the one that made him turn traitor. He knew exactly who would draw her hatred enough to damn a son for their father’s sins. A dangerous hope flaired to life but he fought to push it down. It’s not him. They would have sent him back to Earth. “Can you sit up please so I can get a look at you,” he coaxed the boy.

He complied, wrapping the sheets around his shoulders. The boy reached out a little hand touching Miles face, “your real. You really woke up sempu.”

Miles hardly knew any na’vi but he knew that word for sure. He studied the boy in front of him knowing in his gut that he was his. He had his father’s brow and nose. His mother’s cheeks, her smile. Most importantly their son had the brown eyes of Miles’ lover, the woman he knew without a doubt was dead. She’d never leave her son behind like this. Wouldn’t let this little boy's long, dry, blond hair, start to mat in places. The kid's stomach rumbled. She wouldn’t let him go hungry. “Miles?”

He nodded, “yeah, but people only use that name when I’m bad. Most people call me Spider.”

Miles hid his scowl, masking it with a huff of a laugh, “why do they call you that?”

Spider perked up, giving him a sunny smile that melted his father’s heart, “because I like to climb!” Miles chuckled for real at his son’s clear enthusiasm. It’s just a nickname, he reasoned with himself. It would be easier than having two Miles’.

Spider’s smile slipped as his stomach growled again, making him wrap his arms around himself. Miles scowled. “Who’s closest to the kitchen,” he called.

“Me,” Mansk answered.

“Grab somethin’ for my boy to eat would y’a…”

“But…The McCosker’s will get mad at me. I’m in trouble for leaving and if I…”

“Who are the McCosker’s,” Miles asked with an undertone of malice. Who ever they were he already hated them.

Spider averted his gaze, mumbling, “they’re my foster parents…”

Miles lifted the boy’s little head looking him square in the eye, “well daddy’s back now. And I say you're gonna eat.” Mansk entered with a sandwich cut in half. “Come here.” Spider watched curiously as his father stood but clearly panicked when the man picked him up, sitting on the bed and settling Spider on his lap in one swift movement. Miles took note of his son’s clear distress. He was rigid in his arms, blank faced. The father bounced his son on his knee trying to calm him down. Mansk handed the sandwich to Miles who then offered a bite to Spider. Hesitantly he took it.

“Good boy,” Miles said gently, rubbing his son’s back. Whether it was the praise or the touch Spider slightly relaxed. “Is it good?” Spider gave a small happy nod. Miles smiled back. “Good. Now what do you say to uncle Mansk?”

Spider turned to the recom, “thank you.”

He sounded so sweet that the hardened soldiers in the room couldn’t help but melt. “You're welcome,” Mansk said.

“Spider,” Miles called, drawing his son’s attention, “how old are you now.”

“Seven,” he answered absentmindedly, enjoying his meal.

Seven. Making it roughly six years since the war. “A big boy,” Miles bounced his son again, eliciting a little giggle from the boy that made his father grin, his heart warming. “You know when you were little I was in charge around here. Do you know who’s in charge now?”

“Jake,” Spider said without a care. The rest of the room quietly took in this information. If that traitor was running things now then they’d have to play their cards right if they wanted to get out of this one alive.

“He’s quite the fighter. I know we couldn’t take him, or his army,” Miles said keeping his tone light hearted for his son’s sake. His team was smart enough to catch on to what he really meant. Spider nodded his agreement. “Say, why’d Jake keep us asleep?” Miles said while tucking his son’s hair behind his ear so he wouldn’t accidentally eat it as he devoured his food.

Spider shrugged, “I heard him say once that only a coward would kill a man in his sleep. That’s why I guess.”

Miles could respect that. If Jake was honorable enough to not strike when they were most vulnerable, Miles was willing to bet that Jake would at least put them through some sort of trial before executing them. And that would open up a whole world of possibilities. “That was mighty kind of him. I’d sure like to thank him for keeping us all alive and thrivin’.”

Spider’s eyes lit up, “you do?”

Miles nodded, “sure I do!” His team displayed a mix of emotions as his real intentions set it. They were surrendering.

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Jake led the recoms like dogs on a leash, their hands bound and bodies tied together in a line, avatars keeping them on track with loaded guns. “Quite the trek gettin’ to your little village,” Miles said.

Jake scowled, “don’t talk to me.”

“What’s the matter Jake? We can’t have a nice conversation together?” Jake pointedly ignored him. “You all really let my boy walk all the way to the village by himself?”

“He’s not your son,” Jake hissed.

“I beg to differ. You can’t call him a demon’s son then turn around and say he doesn’t belong to me.” Jake smoldered with rage but stayed quiet. “Unless you're saying that I am not in fact Miles Quaritch, in which case me and my team can’t be held accountable for the actions of our genetic predecessors…”

“Of course your Quaritch,” Jake snapped, “that body is nothing but a blank slate. It’d sleep forever without some kind of driver…”

“So that means I’m Miles Quaritch, father of Miles “Spider” Socorro….” Jake growled, walking faster, harshly tugging on his leads to make the recoms do the same. The recoms all snickered. “I should thank you though Jake for not slandering me in front of my son. He knows I’m “bad” but doesn’t seem to know how bad…”

“It wasn’t intentional. How the hell are you supposed to tell a kid his father is responsible for the deaths of hundreds.”

“Fair.” They quieted as they approached the village. The Omatikaya lined the walkway screaming and hissing as the recoms were led to the heart of the village. Their tsahik Mo’at waited there with her daughter at her side, Neytiri’s teeth bared and snarling. Miles inclined his head to her as the recoms were lined up, “Mrs. Sully.”

“Demon!” Neytiri lunged at him, knife in hand.

“Daughter,” her mother held up her hand, placating Neytiri. She backed down but still stood ready to strike. Mo’at fixed them with a hard stare that even Miles felt uneasy under. She walked around them picking at their ears and tails, analyzing them coldly. Once she was satisfied she stood before them, the entire village waiting with bated breath for her verdict. To the shock of all, the tsahik laughed. “Ah, the great mother knows what she’s doing. You demons who so brutally destroyed our home and slaughtered our people. With no respect for the great balance! Eywa has made you one of us so you could connect and feel the devastation you brought among the people!” The villagers all screamed their agreements. “I can think of no greater punishment than to make you learn our ways. Make you understand and feel what you have done until you are so remorseful that you weep at the foot of the Tree of Souls and beg the great mother for forgiveness!” The village roared.

Miles stood there in shock. He’d expected to have to plead his case. Argue that his team were clones of their predecessors. That they couldn’t be held accountable for what they’d done. “So…your not gonna execute us?”

Mo’at looked at him in confusion, not understanding his words. Jake said, “Na’vi don’t do executions. They banish their criminals to the ash lands. But I’d tried to convince Mo’at to make an exception for you.”

Miles grinned, “well it looks like you failed…” Mo’at raped him with her walking stick right between his eyes making Miles stumble back.

“Do not think you are getting off easy! If you want to live then you will learn our ways. If you refuse I have no issue banishing you from this land. Then your fate will truly lie with Eywa.”

“Yes ma’am.” Miles bowed his head to her, the other recoms following suit.

“You will come back here tomorrow and every day after until your insanity is cured,” they nodded their agreement, “good. Now away with you!” The clan jeered and hissed as Jake led them back towards Hell’s Gate.

When they were well away from the village Miles spoke, “well, now that that’s settled, let’s talk about my boy…”

Jake scowled, “no..”

“I want back custody…”

“Absolutely not!”

“Tell me Jake, what happened last night?” Jake paused. Knowing exactly where this was going he stayed silent. “I know Hells Gate better than anyone. If anything goes haywire the systems automatically reroute power to keep the control room and the cafeteria powered and oxygenated. That’s what happened last night and those damn McCoskers left Spider behind to die! How long do you think it would’ve taken for the living quarters to run out of oxygen….”

Jake sighed, “Where having a meeting with the McCoskers when we get back…”

“And I want to be there..”

“No.”

“He’s my son! They sure as hell don’t want him! Do you want him Jake?” He shifted uncomfortably, choosing not to answer. “How about you? Do you want my kid,” Miles asked Norm. Norm also stayed quiet. “Is there a single person on that base that could give my son a lovin’ home…”

“We’re going to work something out…”

“Yeah you're gonna give me my kid.” Jake clenched his jaw, choosing to ignore Miles for the rest of the walk.

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“We don’t want him anymore,” Nash said, “he’s too wild. We’re having our own baby soon…and now that his father’s back…”

“Quaritch can’t have Spider,” Jake said.

“Why not? We’re not executing him, we’re not really imprisoning him and he wants the kid. I say let him have his little bastard…”

“Don’t call him that!” Jake yelled, fighting to maintain some level of calm.

Norm gave his friend a sympathetic smile, “we can’t let Spider stay with Nash and Mary anymore. Not after last night…” Nash didn’t even seem guilty over leaving a child to die, “….and remember the last time we had to find a placement for Spider…” Jake most certainly did. No one had been willing to take the boy. They’d had to twist Nash’s arm just to accept Spider in the first place, which was now blowing up in their faces in spectacular fashion.

“I don’t want Quaritch to win here…”

“It’s not about that Jake. It’s what’s best for Spider..”

“How could that monster be what’s best for him!”

“It’s better than nothing!” Jake scoffed, “We’ll watch Quaritch like a hawk. If anything happens to Spider we’ll take him away in a second…”

“Oh come on now,” the man in question finally said, “i’m a lot of things but do you really think I’d hurt my own child!”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation otherwise,” Jake snapped.

“You put Spider in the custody of two people who left him to die! Who let him starve! What else have they been doing right under your nose?” Jake had the decency to look guilty.

Nash waved him off, “let him have his kid Jake. It’ll be enough punishment for him.” Jake had to stop Quaritch from lunging across the table to throttle Nash, the recom turning purple from how incensed he was.

“Fine!” Jack shouted if only to stop Quaritch from committing murder, “you can take custody of Spider! But if you hurt him I swear…”

“Pff..” Quaritch shook him off, “please. I couldn’t do any worse than you.”

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The recoms were locked into the avatar quarters for the night. Not that they minded. It finally gave them a chance to speak openly after their first chaotic day in their new bodies. “So we’re really just gonna go along with all this boss,” Prager asked.

Miles nodded, “the R.D.A is gone. For now at least. We hang tight, learn the savages way, worm our way into the rebels' operations. We’ll be sitting real pretty when the company makes their comeback.” Everyone grinned, a few cheering for their new found mission. Miles couldn’t help but smile back, “alright now get some shut eye. We got a long day tomorrow.” The others nodded agreements before settling into bed. Miles did the same. He smiled to himself thinking about tomorrow. First they’d have their silly ass lessons in the village. But then they’d start renovations on Miles' apartment from back in the day, getting it all ready for Spider to move in. A home for me and my son. He couldn’t wait.

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Hope you liked it! I do know how I'm ending this fic already but if you have any ideas for bonding/learning moments that you'd like to see I'll be happy to write them.💞

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #my fanfic

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tainted-liquor · 8 months

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'Baby Mama.˚ *꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚.

Father!Hobie Brown x Mama!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Extra sugar, kisses, and tons of smiles! TWs: Dumb dad Hobie, cussing, thas it W/C: 891 A/N: You have a son🥺

It had been about 3 months since you and Hobie welcomed a tiny bundle of blue into the world. To say he was head over heels was an understatement; he was enamored. There were a couple of times where he popped a nigga with the force of a bullet train in the name of your son, Renzo, for various reasons. He popped Miles for "holding him the wrong way", judo-flipped Pav for attempting to hold the baby's hand, and absolutely smashed Miguel for even breathing too hard at his son during his nap time. He was the most adoring and doting father you had ever seen before Lil Renzie could even open his eyes.

Initially, Renzo wasn't a planned baby, as fucked up as that sounds. Hobie didn't quite believe in bringing another life form into an economy that was falling apart at every turn, rendering it impossible to live without relying on some sort of capitalist company. But by no means take this as a hint that he was in ANY capacity a deadbeat, absolutely not. He hated the idea of bringing a child into a world of pure evil but hated the idea of abandoning a human being somewhere out in the world even more and leaving all the responsibility on his mother. If the kid is his, IT'S HIS. So when he got the call that you were in labor, he dropped whatever it was he was doing.

"Yeah love, y'alright?" He cooed almost as soon as he answered the loud ringtone of his 1000 BCE phone. "Hey, so I don't wanna worry you or anything, but my water broke n' we're on our way to the...Hello?" You pulled your phone to your face to look at the screen, only to see that Hobie had hung up. You thought that maybe the call dropped and he was out on a mission, but no; Hobie was rapidly approaching your location from his watch, heaving and panting as he practically flung himself out of HQ. It took him a total of 2 minutes to seemingly appear by your side. "I'M 'ERE! IM 'ERE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENIN'-" He yelled in the middle of the hospital. From that point forward, everything was chaos.

It took several midwives and you to calm him down, and 9 doctors to wrestle him out of the delivery room when it came time for you to push. Best believe he was still there every step of the way, despite the plethora of faculty asking for him to leave the room. At the end of the day, nobody wanted beef with the 6 foot 5 tall ass punk man with the meanest resting bitch face of all time, so they miraculously left him alone and let him be present for the entire birth. And when your son was finally born, he started baby bawling right along with him. Yes, he was crying as loud as humanly possible.

"Here, sweets you hold him-...are you crying?"

"No." He muttered with his eyes literally full of tears.

From that day forward, all he ever did was spend time with his son. Whenever he went to HQ he would insist on keeping Renzo so you could "get some rest", sticking him to his back as he did idle tasks, getting into nonsensical babble wars, and helping him learn how to stick to walls. Whenever he was allowed to dress up Renzo, he had the little homie dressed down in spikes, black leather, and a mini version of whatever outfit he had on without fail. He even made him a mini version of his guitar out of some plywood, rubber bands, and spare metal. There were times when Hobie would help Renzo "play" his fake guitar, muttering some of his song lyrics in the process.

You woke up from your cat nap to hear giggles coming from Hobie and Renzo in the living room. You shuffled your way out of your bedroom to see what was happening, and instantly covered your mouth so they wouldn't realize you were there just yet. Hobie stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, and staring at the tiny baby on the couch. "Ah-! Don't laugh at me, young man. You need to start learning how to be a proper Spider-Man!" he 'argues' as he holds back giggles. Renzo offers him a sleepy blink and yet another fit of laughter as he falls over on his side. You silently emerge from the doorframe, picking up your son and holding him near Hobie's face.

"C'monn, he's only a baby! Tell daddy I don't need to be a Spider-man just yet" you coached with a kiss to the side of the baby face. "I need to focus on being mommy's baby!" you giggled. "Ahh, c'mon. He should be able to stick to walls already, yeah?" He snickered. You rolled your eyes as you watched Renzo practically jump from your hands to Hobie's, earning a loud laugh from your 'husband.' "See? Proper Spider-Man! Yeah, mate!" he chuckled as he held a squirming Renzo. He watched as his tiny feet kicked and danced in his red and blue "Spider-Punk" onesie Hobie knicked from his world. You watched as his small grin turned into a full grin and his waterline pricked with tears.

"Don't cry, Hobie."

"'m not."

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderman #spider punk #into the spider verse #spiderparents #hobie x reader #atsv hobie #hobart brown x reader

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silentwhsprs · 11 months

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━━━━━ marthas diner 3 , miles morales

miles and his family are dining in at your workplace, he embarrassed you infront of your entire class, remembering that miles has been missing out on a lot of spanish, so you're using that to your advantage.

this part may seemed rush for the lack of transitions, but im debating to start a enemies to lovers with miles but it would be a fast burn but not like a really fast burn, they’re hatred for eachother would be gone after a few chapters :((. just lmk if u would want me to write that!

“Miles?”

You felt multiple waves of emotion wash past you, you felt the world change colors. You debated whether you were happy, sad, shocked, surprised?

“Surprise?..” He chuckled nervously, his phone ringing abruptly is what killed the moment again. Before he could pull it out, you grabbed it and answered it.

“Hello!?” You shouted angrily at the culprit. “¿Con quién está hablando, señorita? ¡Mientras contesta el teléfono de mi hijo, te encontraré!” (Who are you talking to, miss? As long as you answer my son's phone, I will find you!) A voice shouted angrily back. You immediately knew it was Mrs. Morales. You handed the phone over to Miles scratching you neck.

Miles glanced at you before being scolded by his mother, he came up with a thousand excuses before she finally believed one. Where he said Gwen had answered it and with a reply of “(Y/N) is better, hijo.”

Little did she know, Gwen was far from picking up that phone.

“Now allow me to feel things Miles,” you started. “Look, I know what you’re feeling. I don’t even know how I’m feeling most of the time-“ Miles comforted.

“No you don’t. You are Spiderman. I’m just a basic civilian girl with no cool abilites to save Brooklyn, I never ever have the same opportunities as you. Plus, you have a police captain father running through your blood.” You ranted, Miles’s mask still laid on the floor. The fabric picking up debris that was chipping off the roof of the wall.

You walked toward your bed and sat down, he followed. He sat next to you and grabbed your hand. “You’re not basic. You never were.”

“Yeah-“ You began again, you were cut off by Miles bringing you in for another kiss. This one was different, as if he tried to calm you down. You put your hand on his cheek.

The creaking of the door didn’t stop the moment, the figure stopped in place and took surroundings of your room.

“Santo inferno! Nostra figlia esce con un uomo ragno!” (Holy Hell, Our daughter is dating a Spiderman!) A deep voice shouted, you two immediately pulled apart as Miles grabbed his mask and put in on!

You stood up to cover Miles, “No, papà. Questo non è quello che sembra! Non è l'uomo ragno. E non ci frequentiamo! Hai sbagliato tutto.” ( No, dad. This is not what it seems! It's not Spider-Man. And we don't date! You got it all wrong.)

“Créeme mamá!” (Believe me, Mom) You cried out, dying to protect Miles identity. Miles quickly stood by your side, except he had his mask on and deepens his voice. “I’m not Spiderman, Mr. (L/N). I’m just a cosplayer for ComicCon!” He tried.

“Vita mia, guarda questo pagliaccio che cerca di fingere di non essere Spider Guy!” (My life, look at this clown trying to pretend he's not Spider Guy!) Your father chuckled.

You grunted and rolled your eyes, this is not how you wanted your father to meet Miles. Your mother was leaning against the table addressing the Mail that was delivered today. She knew her daughter like the back of her hand.

She knew that her daughter had liked Miles, so she definitely knew that Miles was Spiderman. He needn’t to worry. His secret was perfectly save in The (L/N) Familia.

Miles stood froze doing the jazz hands positon, finally your mother spoke up. “Miles, quítate la máscara. todos sabemos que eres tú ahí abajo. Te prometo que no diremos tu identidad, pero mantente a salvo salvando a Brooklyn.” ( Miles, take off your mask. We all know it's you down there. I promise we won't reveal your identity, but stay safe by saving Brooklyn. ) She smiled, ripping open the paper that was addressed by Visions Academy.

“Mamma Mia.”(Oh Mamma!) You whispered. Miles slid off his mask and sat next to you. He put his hand over your shoulder. How could somebody else’s parents know about his identity but not even his own. Life was fucked up.

“You speak Italian?” He asked. You looked up at those honey eyes. “Yep, My dad was born in Italy then moved to America. My mom was born here except she was born and raised in a predominantly Puerto Rican area which is why my family and I know Spanish. I do have some Spanish descent though.” You explained. (idc if ur black, white, yellow, green, this is for the story.)

“Well, that’s funny. But what are we gonna call this?” He asked again, making circular finger motions around you two. “I want to get to know you better, then we can call it official if everything works out. Which I’m sure it will. And, as long as Gwendolyn Stacy stays out the picture completely. Because I’m not afraid to regañar a una chica blanca por meterse con mi hombre, especialmente cuando es mío.” (scold a white girl for messing with my man, especially when he's mine.) You smirked.

Your mom walked by the door frame and snapped a picture, “¡Le envío esto a Río para que me pague!” ( Im sending this to Rio so she can pay me! )

You and Miles looked at each other in shock, “Y’all betted on us?!” You both shouted in sync.

“Sabes que la hicimos.” (You know we did.) Your mom and Rio shouted in sync back giggling.

that’s it y’all! martha’s diner is wrapped up! remember to reread my top note about the enemies to lovers! lmk what y’all will and wont read! bye loves.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #rio morales #jeff davis #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman

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draculasfavoritewife · 3 days

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Miguel O'Hara x Reader Headcanons

Summary: How you and Miguel found yourselves in a situationship of sorts.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!Spider!Reader

Warnings: Miguel gets angry when he's worried (it's a canon event guys). A very sultry kiss and implied smut towards the end. Me using far too many of the adjectives at my disposal just to describe this man and all the things he makes me feel.

I went and saw Across the Spiderverse TWICE in a week while it was in my hometown, and immediately started drafting fic for this goddamn gorgeous problem of a man 🔥 He just gave me too much to work with and I may or may not have spent entire months watching every single compilation I could find for "scientific inspiration". For my headcanon purposes, reader is a spider-hero as well, but I left her pretty vague on purpose -- feel free to fill in her costume/powers/skill set with your own spidersona :)

*Spanish translations at the end! (I am fairly bilingual, but if I made a lil mistake here or there do forgive me)

• He would say he had no idea when or how it started -- you, on the other hand, were taken by him from the first time he gave you his whole "canon" spiel.

• How could you not be? He towered above you, body chiseled like a Greek God, angular face equal parts weary and arrogant.

• And that voice -- rich and smooth as a silky black coffee -- it would be safe to say you were pretty smitten right away.

• To his surprise, you worked your way into his inner circle fairly quickly for a new recruit. Although you definitely had your own opinions, you knew when and how to push his boundaries and when he wasn't in the mood for it.

• Soon he trusted you to handle yourself with minimal supervision from him -- and maybe that trust was the beginnings of it for him. Because even though he recognized your competence, he still found himself continually assigning you to his personal strike squad, not to look after you, but because you somehow didn't annoy the hell out of him.

• Which comes in handy for everyone else after a while, because soon that translates over to you soothing the proverbial beast when he's biting the heads off of the more sensitive Spiders.

"How could you be so STUPID -- !"

"Okay, Miguel, I think they got the point."

"But they -- !"

"I know. They know. It's okay, let's all just take a breath."

"¡Ay coño! Nadie me oye. Todos son idiotas."

But he does back off, and does take a breath, and everyone else stares at you like you're the second coming of Christ.

• Your fascination and admiration for the intense head of the Society soon turns to a genuine enjoyment of his company. He's not much of a conversationalist, but you're okay with silence, and sometimes you just...end up keeping him company in the monitor tower after missions and he just...lets you.

• You soon notice the ungodly hours he keeps and start leaving him an empanada and a black coffee at the end of the day when you leave -- you know how dangerous he gets when hangry and undercaffeinated.

• It's a bit strange for him at first (someone is actually choosing his company over the bombastic personalities of the other spiders?) but Miguel soon gets used to you hanging around, and the hairs on the back of his neck finally stop bristling at having a fellow person in the room.

• One thing he absolutely can't figure out is why the scent of fear never radiates from you, even when you witness his occasional equipment-trashing tantrums. But he somehow doesn't quite mind that he can't intimidate you.

• He would strongly deny he ever gave you favorite treatment, but some of the others do realize he's not QUITE as hard on you when you challenge his decisions.

• Sometimes you check on him late at night before you go home; you can tell when he hasn't slept in a couple days by the way his shoulders hunch and how often he pinches the bridge of his nose against an oncoming headache (though sometimes that's just from dealing with Peter (x100) for too long).

• And that turns into you staying in late to keep him company while he swipes through screens upon screens of things that require his personal attention.

• That's how you end up finally seeing the videos of him and his little girl; he probably forgot you were there and her loss hit him all over again and before he knew it you had seen what he was like once, when the lines on his handsome face were from smiling so widely instead of losing sleep over the fate of all of reality.

• Neither of you really address it for a long time, but you know, and he knows you do, and there's this weird comfort that settles between the two of you after that.

• He already knows your story of course, and your canon events, but when the pair of you finally start talking during those late nights you share the little details, and you have the feeling that he wants to care about the small things, he just can't with the much larger picture he has to handle.

• It's little things that make it past his unbreakable outer walls -- the fleeting brush of your hand across his back as you pass behind him, the way you can hold eye contact with him longer than anyone else, the seemingly flippant way you blow him a kiss every so often when he sends you off to go make yourself useful elsewhere. Casual things, but he notices.

• And you want to tell him you're in love with him, but have a feeling he doesn't want to hear those words, because once they're out in the air, it means you both can't sidestep it anymore, so you don't.

• After a particularly rough mission, he's angry and you're shaken up, and he doesn't mean to react the way he does, but he takes it out on you, scolding you for what almost happened, and you fire right back because you're emotional, and the two of you end up raising your voices and everyone else just kind of...leaves the room.

• Then silence.

• You and Miguel are breathing hard, staring at each other. And something fragile takes root in the empty space between you.

• "Could you do me a favor and maybe not get yourself shocking killed?!" he growls at last, and there's a raw edge to it you haven't heard before.

• You laugh brokenly. "What do you really care, O'Hara? There's literally hundreds of Spiders here; I think you'd be okay."

• "¡Coño! How can you be so blind?!" He's snarling now, full lips pulled back and sharp teeth on display. "I thought we were on the same page for once."

• You're totally unprepared for when he grabs your shoulders and forces you to look up, right at him. "I can't lose someone else."

• He's so close, and his angry mouth has softened. And maybe you've lost your mind, but he's already angry, so what do you have to lose, really? At least that's what you tell yourself as you take the plunge and lean in.

• And to your surprise, he not only meets your lips, he kisses you back with matching fire, and what was supposed to be a simple, singular impulse turns into an unexpectedly heavy ongoing process -- fingers raking through hair, bodies pressing together, hotly whispering things neither of you remembers.

• And then as quickly as it happened, it's over, and you're on opposite sides of the room again like sulking cats, and he sends you home.

• You don't talk about the incident for weeks. Life goes on.

• But then one night, he offers to take you home when you both stay behind late, and at your door he apologizes for his lapse in professionalism, and you admit you...didn't mind. At all. He doesn't seem in a hurry to leave, and wanting to distract him from his work for at least a little while, you invite him in.

• And somehow what was supposed to be a sweet goodbye-and-thank-you kiss a couple hours later turned into exploring touches and murmured questions and agreements and how damn good his arms feel locked around your body; and when the sun filters in through your window in the morning he's long gone but your skin still smells like him and you realize that actually happened.

• You assume it's a one-time thing. People make mistakes, after all, no hard feelings.

• Bur when Miguel holds you back after a mission several days later and wants to make absolutely sure that the other night didn't make things uncomfortable between you, you go out on a limb and admit to him that you really enjoyed it.

• And he has to take some time and process that.

• But eventually he shows up at your place late one night again, and it starts to become a bit of a regular thing. So much so that you give him the spare key to your apartment and he starts to leave some of his clothes there sometimes. You love wearing his shirts, because they're enormous as hell on you, and you sleep in his clothes whenever you can't have his skin against yours.

• (For his part, he also likes when you wear his shirts, because then your throat, shoulders, and thighs are that much easier to get at.)

• And life goes on.

¡Ay coño! = (Expletive)

Nadie me oye = No one listens to/hears me

Todos son idiotas = They're all idiots

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spid3r-trans · 9 months

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↓↓ some quick twins au for the birthday boys!!! ↓↓

If there’s anything Milo Morales hates, it’s spiders. So when a certain mask-wearing idiot crashes through the window of the room that he shares with his brother, he knows he’s fucked.

When Milo gets home from school, his twin is nowhere to be found. He’d expected it, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Milo would cover for his brother in a heartbeat, but having to explain to his parents why they hadn’t come home together— having to lie to them at all — well, Miles better have a phenomenal reason to be out on this particular Friday night.

Something about his brother has been off the past few days. Since the death of Spider-Man hit the news, Miles was more anxious than usual. He was hard to reach, and never where he was supposed to be. Milo can only give so many excuses to their teachers, and classmates-- to their parents before they all start to catch on.

But worse, Milo didn’t know there were secrets they couldn’t share with each other.

He thought they told each other everything, that no matter what happened— what either of them said or did — they would have each other's backs.

Nothing was supposed to come between them.

So what had?

Milo punches his pillow, getting the lumps out before he buries his face in the purple sheets.

Seriously, his brother better have the hottest date in the world. That would be the only explanation Milo would accept, but that theory also relies on his twin having any sort of game— so Milo is really out of ideas.

He reaches for his headphones, cranking the volume and squeezing his eyes shut as if the action alone could stop his thoughts from racing.

Milo barely hears the tapping.

It’s light at first— a gentle rapping against the glass window — easily mistaken for the raindrops. But it gets more urgent, insistent– annoyingly offbeat with the music from in his headphones to the point where it's nearly unbearable.

Milo pulls them off his head and sits up, squinting at the window through the darkness.

For a while, he doesn’t see anything. Just the rain splattering against the glass. But his heart is pounding, the hair on his arms is raised.

He knows something is wrong even if he can’t see it.

The window creaks. Fingers slide underneath.

Milo’s hands find the baseball bat he keeps by his bed just as the window starts to slowly open. Slowly. Slowly.

There’s a sharp CRACK of thunder followed by a flash of lightning that illuminates the silhouette of a figure– a person– crawling through the window.

On all fours.

The scream leaves Milo’s mouth just as his brother removes his mask.

–

Their father is at the door in seconds– nearly breaking it off its hinges as he throws it open– only to find his one of his sons lounging nonchalantly on his bed.

Milo blinks up at him.

“Oh, sorry dad. Did you hear that? I was just watching a scary movie. CGI is really crazy these days.” He lets out the start of a laugh, but stops when he sees his father’s eye twitch.

“A scary movie?” Jefferson asks in disbelief, “In a thunderstorm?” He’s not really talking to Milo. He's already walking away– shaking his head and muttering about ‘the youth,’ and ‘losing his damn mind.’

Milo will apologize again later.

For now, he jumps up, shuts the bedroom door, and flicks on the light switch – looking up at the corner of the ceiling where his twin is perched.

Milo doesn’t even know where to begin. His brother is dripping wet from the rain, wearing what looks like a child’s Spider-Man costume, clinging to the ceiling.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks.

“I tried to get your attention before I came in–” Miles starts, and then looks at the club Milo had discarded before their dad had come in. “Were you going to hit me with a bat?”

“Was I gonna- Yes! Yes, I was going to hit you with a bat! Get down.”

Miles does. He drops from the ceiling with more grace than he’d shown in his entire life-- spinning around and landing solidly on the ground. This was the same kid who tripped over his own shoelaces every day? The same kid who fell off the wii fit board trying to hula hoop?

“What happened to you?”

“Just promise me you won’t freak out.”

–

Milo does freak out. But he thinks it’s an appropriate amount, given that his own brother is a human spider.

“How big was the spider that bit you? Actually, don’t tell me. Don’t tell me.” Milo shivers.

He stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know. Maybe we should-” He stops when he sees Miles’ face.

And suddenly it makes sense– why Miles’ hadn’t told him right away.

Because Miles didn’t want Milo to think differently about him. Miles didn’t want his brother to think that he was a freak or a hero.

The last thing Miles needs right now is a brother that doesn't believe in him.

“This still makes more sense than you having a date, actually.”

Milo sighs.

“Okay, okay fine. What can I do to help?"

Miles seems surprised at first-- and then relieved. He grins at him.

Milo might hate spiders, but he loves his brother.

#this is an allegory for coming out #just kidding #(im not kidding)#spiderverse #fens fics #miles morales #miles 42 #twins au #theyre brothers ur honor #atsv spoilers #atsv

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fluffywings13 · 4 months

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So a lil JJK something lol!

Keep in mind that Itadori is around 6 years old in this one and that's the reason for the childish nature he has.

Ler Sukuna, Lee Itadori

“And what game, my fiery little sprite, are we playing today?” Ordinarily Sukuna wouldn’t be caught dead treating a human, his Vessel or not, in such a familial manner. But this was no simple human, no typical Vessel, and he carried him back to his Throne secure and cared for in his arms. This is his Little One, not simply his far too young Vessel, Sukuna never fathered children and not for lack of the desire but for who would bed with him and carry to term and delivery willingly–even if one could birth half cursed children and survive–the notion that this is his son is not on the mind. But he can’t help the paternal nature their relationship began to take along the way. “What silliness do you desire this night?”

“Silly Smoochies!” Yuuji is far too elated at the ever kept promise of Friday nights post supper time has concluded and he’s returned to his room for the evening being their time to be silly and play together. “The kissy game!”

A rather tactile game, it was one of the boy’s most asked for playings between them, because he knew Sukuna wouldn’t deny him. He hasn’t denied him any of these rather touchy games in nearly an entire year. “Gotta lose the shirt then, cub, we’ve played this game before. You know the night shirts gotta go.” The boy shrieks with laughter as they whirl around dramatically, Curse body sharing with him falling back on the wide seat of his throne with an overdramatic flop, they’ve long since passed through any disdain for the other. “You gonna take care of that problem or am I gonna have to do the extra work in doing it for you?” Little Yuuji shrieks with even more giggles when fingers spider up his sides. “Gotta make your choice quick, little guy.”

Yuuji’s well aware of what’s going to happen next when he says– “You!” He lives for these times, for these moments, he never got to really have them with his own mama or papa. They got taken away from him by strangers he vaguely remembers certain random features of before they could really get along. Mama and papa had been fighting for a long while before they left forever, but they had just started getting along again, things were slowly starting to get better.

Then they were dead. He remembers seeing them. Their bodies. Crying. Wailing between them soaked in their blood screaming his demands to know why the strangers had hurt mama and papa so badly before he was dragged away.

That’s when he met Sukuna. Well, shortly after, there was a lot of pain. Even more pain. Abandonment that leads to even more aches and pains. Then he’s waking up in a strange place with a tall man standing above him.

Ryoumen Sukuna.

Sukuna never tried to replace papa, never once indicated he intended to do so, they had a distinct relationship in that they shared similar affections that a papa would to their son and a son would in return to their papa. But the Curse never took on the title of papa, not truly, he remained Sukuna and ‘Kuna, sometimes when Yuuji was in big deep trouble or the King was being a big mean tickle monster he’d become papa because he was weak to the term and the brat knew as such. But they knew where the other stood in each others lives and saw no reason to change or adjust accordingly.

Yuuji was an Orphan due to Unfortunate Circumstances that Sukuna knew the finer details of but refused to divulge and found his hand forced into action when the boy kept badgering about the matter to the point of a Tantrum. He’s not so Old Fashion to find all such childish outbursts needing to be met with harsh firm reprimand, Yuuji was young and has gone through far too much in such a short time leading to Tantrums to be expected of him, it had been when the boy had dared to have slapped him that he’d been promptly draped over his knee and his bottom felt the wrath of the real only true Parental Figure he had in his life for such a poorly made decision on his part.

“You want me to take care of the little shirt causing issues for your favorite of our games?” Of course, Sukuna knew that the request was going to be made before it was even said, he’s most happy to oblige as a benevolent Spirit. “What is it the elder brats are saying these days?” Yuuji squeals when long fingers crawl just under the hem of his nightshirt. “I understood the assignment.” Nails likes claws skitter up his sides slowly and the boy squees in a fit of giggles, the feeling like tickly bug legs creeping and crawling all over, it drives him crazy as it usually does. “You didn’t bring any nasty insects into my Domain, did you now, squirming like you are as if they’re crawling all over you.”

Tickly bugs work their way around his torso, keeping the child in absolute stitches, and then the night shirts torn off and the real desired silliness for their pre-scheduled Silly Time Night is to begin. Yuuji screams loudly when they roll over, the Curse settling him safely at his side, he’s laying completely on a soft duvet and the man’s kimono with Sukuna half rolled over with him.

If anyone, absolutely anyone, says anything about what the King Of Curses did next….

The adorable scamp wanted to play the game he so aptly entitled ‘Silly Smooches’ and who was he to deny his unspoken declared Prince Of Curses such a simple request from him. One word about the actions on his part that had the child at his wits end trying to declare which of the kisses ‘Kuna gives him he favors most as the King unashamedly burrows into that little left underarm with an undetermined number of kisses until he gets the answer to the inquiry that had been posed and it would be the last word that the fool ever spoke. He’s eaten plenty of humans in his lifetime so consistently pressing his lips to the little one’s little armpit is next to nothing on the level of what most others might consider to be of the upmost disgusting sort.

For inquiring minds, the most favored of Sukuna’s kisses, as spoken from the giggly breathless recipient of them himself. Those given to his lower tummy are the most favored of his kisses.

#ler!sukuna #jjk itadori #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #jujutsu sukuna #ticklish!itadori #ticklish yuuji #jjk tickle #jujutsu tickling #secretly soft sukuna

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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(day one) not a real superhero , hangman

note, this is part of my mini halloween series, so for the rest of the series, check out this masterlist. none of the fics in this series are connected, so they can be read as standalone. another note, this scene is very much inspired by this scene from criminal minds when jack comes out dressed as his dad. check it out here is you want :) pair, jake "hangman" seresin x reader summary, tyler seresin had been planning his halloween costume for weeks and decided on spider-man, but as the day gets closer, he's not so sure. so, with the help of his mom, he decides to surprise his dad with a new costume. warnings, children/kids word count, 724 words

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Since his class had been shown the first ever Spider-Man with Tobey Maguire, that was all Tyler Seresin talked about. So, you showed him the others, and that became his entire life.

By the time he had become Spider-Man's number one fan, it was too late for him to be Spider-Man, so he decided to be his favorite superhero the next year.

"I'm ready," Tyler announced from his room. You were waiting in the living room for him to come out and show you his costume.

"All right, bud. Come out and let me see." You hollered back. You heard his door open, then heard him run down the hall, "Ooh, look at my little Spider-Man." You cooed. You quickly noticed his apprehension, "What is it?"

"I don't it." He admitted.

"Why not?'

"It's itchy." He scrunched his nose.

"Did you try the long sleeve shirt underneath?" You asked and he nodded, "What happened to wanting to be Spider-Man? You were so excited."

He shrugged, "I don't know."

"Well, you have to figure it out before next week." You reminded him.

"I already know what I want to be." He stated.

"You do?" You raised your brow curiously, "All right, spill the beans." He leaned down and whispered his costume idea into your ear, "I love it."

You had sent Jake out to the store to pick up some candy, so you set your plan into motion, "You sure you don't need any help?" You asked Tyler.

"I'm sure." He nodded.

"Okay, just shout if you need it." You told him as he made his way into his room and got changed. You waited in the kitchen, preparing a snack for yourself, for Jake to get home.

“Okay, I bought almost all the candy in the store, and I think the people there are mad at me, so we can’t go back there anytime soon.”

“How much did you get?”

“Like 5 bags.”

“Jake, how many trick-or-treaters are you expecting?”

“I don’t know, a lot.” He shrugged.

“What are we gonna do with the extra?”

“I’ll take it to work. Ya know, naval aviators love candy."

"Oh, I don't doubt you guys do." You nodded. You noted there was something else in the bag, "What else did you get?"

"Well, I couldn't leave without something for you." He smiled, whipping out a bar of your favorite candy.

"You're too sweet." You beamed, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"So, where's our little Spider-Man?" Jake asked, placing his keys in the dish on the counter.

"He has a surprise for you, but you have to close your eyes." He raised a brow, but followed your instructions and even covered his eyes with his hands, "You ready, bud?" You called out.

"Yeah." He hollered from his room.

"All right, come out whenever you're ready." He came down the stairs and gave you a big smile when he finally made it to the kitchen entryway.

You elbowed Jake softly in the side, signaling he could finally look at his surprise, "Did Peter Parker change occupations or something?" He joked.

"Daddy," Tyler whined.

"I'm kidding, that doesn't look like Spider-Man, though," Jake commented.

"He's not a real superhero."

"He isn't?" Jake took in the costume, and you could tell he was thinking a little too hard about it, "All right, who are you? Please don't tell me you're Uncle Chicken." Tyler laughed at the nickname.

"No." He shook his head.

"All right, I give up."

"I'm you, daddy." Tyler beamed proudly.

Jake beamed back just as proud, finally understanding what his son was saying. He was Tyler's hero, and that was the greatest pleasure in the world.

"You look almost perfect, but I think you're missing something." Tyler's brows furrowed together, "I'll be right back." Jake rushed off to grab whatever it was he was grabbing.

Jake finally ran back into the kitchen, his hands behind his back. He pulled out his pair of aviators behind his back and carefully placed it on Tyler's head.

"There, now you look perfect." Jake stepped back with the proudest look you'd ever seen on his face. Tyler smiled back up at his dad, "You ready to go get some candy?" Tyler nodded, and Jake picked him up, hiking him up his hip and heading out the door.

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sailorsenshishitposter · 4 months

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Wacky Wahoo Pizza Man gets high and the Devil cries

You are one of the many spiders that have squatters rights in the Devil May Cry shop. Since the business is never cleaned, you have lived many long years (in terms for a spider) and have seen various sights. Today you sat in the corner of the windowsill and noticed the owner return. You were about to jump for joy since this meant there would be another food source (the trail of ants left behind from Dante) when you noticed a new face. There was a human woman you had never seen before.

"Are you sure this is safe Nico?" You noticed the woman had a large canister. "All the best things in life aren't safe. Why do you think I drive without a seatbelt? Besides, don't yer demons powers stop you from dyin'?". The man thought it over. "I guess you're right. But what about you? Don't you need a gas mask?" Nico readied her spray nozzle. "Those are for pussies. YOLO!" To your horror you recognized what she was doing. She was about to bug bomb the entire place.

Green mist filled the entire room. You tried to run but your little legs only carried you so far. You had just been evicted and the house was your body. "Well that takes care of that!" Only Dante and Nico were left standing. "Do you feel any different?" "I feel really good actually." It turns out that Nico had sprayed more than a lethal amount of rat poison. Dante survived due to his demon genes and Nico had enough tolerance to survive due to all her substinance abuse. They did however reap some side effects. The two of them were now unknowingly tripping balls.

Dante stumbled around but he usually did that when he was drunk anyway. "I.. can- my legs don't work." He then devil triggered and began to fly around for movement. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Nico shrieked. "NICO WHAT IS IT!?" She started to tremble and point her finger. "The-there's a monster in here!" Dante panicked. "SHIT! Okay Nico, stay calm. Can you tell me what it's doing?!" She shook. "It's just standing there.. MENACINGLY!"

The both started to move around and scream. Nico picked up her cellphone and dialed Nero. "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, THERE'S DEMONS!". Luckily Vergil was with him when the call happened so they just used Yamato for transportation from Fortuna. "YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR THIS OLD MAN!" Nero opened the door and vapour blew out of the building, causing both father and son to violently cough. "What the fuck-" Before Nero could finish his sentence the room cleared and showed a frightened Nico wielding a frying pan and a crying Dante hugging a jukebox for comfort.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Vergil cried. Nero then noticed the gas canister. "I think I have an idea pops." Nico and Dante were now sound asleep and on the couch. "You think they've been poisoned!?" Vergil asked alarmed. "You tell me what the two of them were doing with so much rat poison! Anyway we'll watch them and see how they are when they wake up." Vergil sighed. "I guess all we can do is wait and see then."

Nico was the first to wake up. "Huh? What happened? Wait. GIANT MONSTER!" Nero tried to hold her down. "Nico calm down! It's alright. You were just hallucinating." She stopped and her breathing returned to normal. "Ohhhh! Yeah that makes sense. We tried to bug bomb this place to hell n' back." Nero shook his head. "You know that's way too much right? Please just stick to making devil breakers next time!" Nico gave a salute and said "Got it."

There was a yawn and everyone noticed that Dante finally woke up. "Guys, watch out, there's a scary monster hiding somewhere! Vergil hold me!" He then clung onto his elder brother. "ABSOLUTELY NOT! Dante what's gotten into you!?" He then turned to Nico. "You. Speak now woman!" Nico stretched her arms outs awkwardly. "Okay but before I tell you, you have to promise not to get mad!" The room was silent. "Okay, Okay. I was hangin' with yer' bro last night and things got a little... shall we say out of hand?" Nero raised a brow. "What do you mean?" She sighed. I may or may not have dared him to do whippets and then chug five bottles of bleach." Nero snapped. "NICO, WHAT THE HELL!"

"YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T GET MAD!" Nero smashed his fist into the wall. "I NEVER SAID THAT AND WHY DID YOU THINK IT WAS OKAY TO GET MY UNCLE TO AGREE TO THAT!" Nico stood up. "I CAN'T HELP IT! HE'S THE COOL DAD I NEVER HAD!" Vergil face palmed. "Jesus Christ Nero, what is so wrong with you that you feel the need to associate with these people?" Nico was about to throw the frying pan at Vergil's face until Nero intervened. "Guys, we need to take care of Dante until the poison wears off. Can you do that for me?"

Nero was setting up the VCR while Nico went outside for a smoke break. Vergil had awkwardly embraced his brother in the hopes that it would help calm him down. "Jeez doesn't he have any g rated movies? Most of these are just horror or porn. Some of them being both." Nero said with disgust. "Just find something. I'm not sure how much longer I can take this!" His son just laughed. "Would it kill you to show him some affection dad? Anyway I think I found something. There's no Disney tapes but it's g rated and has cartoon animals." "Just put it on then!" his father groaned.

Everything was peaceful for a while until Nico heard a scream come from inside. "What's wrong!?" It turns out that the movie Nero put on was watership down. Dante was muttering something about rabbits and sobbing into Vergil's shoulder. Nico offered to go to the video store to pick up a tape and maybe some pizza. "How about bambi-" "NO!" Nero and Vergil screamed in unison.

She returned with some episodes of Sesame Street. Dante had managed to calm down and was now nibbling on some pizza. "Look Dante. Elmos red, just like your coat!" Nero was trying his best to cheer his uncle up. "Yeah.." he giggled. "Red is always better than blue, isn't that right Vergil? His favorite was always Grover because they're both book nerds." Vergil grit his teeth. "Dante..." "What kid even likes Grover anyway? Elmo is where it's at, I mean look at all the toys the fucker gets-" He looked down to see his brothers sword protruding from his ribcage. "I guess the fun's over then."

Nero grabbed his father by the coat "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Vergil just glanced towards his brother. "Evidentily he seems fine to me." Nero looked at Dante only to notice that Yamato was removed and his uncle was now poking his wound for fun. "Don't tell me he was acting this entire time..." Nero groaned. "Jackpot kiddo. I had to get your friend back for last night. I don't think she'll be causing trouble anytime soon."

"And what about Vergil?" His uncle grinned. "C'mon, you know he would never hug me under normal circumstances." His brother was equally annoyed now. "I hate you Dante." "Aww, I love you too bro, let's hug it out some more!" This quickly earned him multiple stabbings. Nero then exited the building. "Why can't I have a normal family for once in my life!?"

#shitpost #devil may cry #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dmc nico #dmc nero #crack fic

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thebibliomancer · 3 days

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #315: DOOMSDAY PLUS ONE!

March, 1990

Guest-starring the Amazing SPIDER-MAN! The enemy REVEALED -- WHILE A UNIVERSE TREMBLES!

Is Nebula auditioning for a Bond movie poster? What's with the ass shot?

Also, we're still really slapping SPIDER-MAN prominently on the cover. I wonder if this story arc got a sales boost. Because it really is trying for one.

And not to nitpick but "the enemy revealed" when we already know Nebula's flimsy grasp of science was behind the universe vanishing. And how can a universe trembles when the universe has vanished?

Dammit, cover text! Get your story straight!

So, last times in Avengers: the Avengers were cleaning up after Acts of Vengeance when bouts of photo-negativity kept hitting the universe. While Iron Man and Vision went to investigate a weird call from Starfox, Thor and Spider-Man came into the Avengers Subbasement just in time for a series of photo-negativity strikes. Sersi used her Eternal powers to shield the room from the effects. Then, the Avengers discovered that everything outside of that one room had ceased to exist.

Captain America: "The whole universe has... vanished!!" Thor: "Say it is not so, Avenger! The son of Odin in his time hath stood upon the very brink of Ragnarok but ne'er hath such dark words been said!" Captain America: "See for yourself, Thor! This long range scanner shows the area of deep space immediately beyond Earth's Moon... At least, that's what it usually shows. Now there's... nothing!"

I wonder what DOOMSDAY PLUS ONE means in this context. Plus one what? Plus another doomsday? Plus another day?

I also wonder how all the instruments of the room are working without being connected to the greater sub-basement. Were the scanners and cameras located just within this square chunk of room? There wasn't anything on the surface? That doesn't make sense for an underground base...

I wouldn't bother thinking about it except the fact that the heroes only have the oxygen in this very specific room and no more invites one to think about the logistics of this.

A neat little touch is that endless nothingness isn't actually a white void. That's just the best man-made mechanisms can do at showing nothing.

The Avengers are feeling pretty defeatist in the face of the entire universe being gone. Understandably enough.

Captain America: "I've spent all my life surviving, first as a boy growing up in New York's lower east side, then as America's first and only super-soldier battling the Nazis in World War Two... finally as a member of the Avengers. But this... I don't want to sound like a quitter, but I have no idea how to deal with this!" Thor: "Nor have I, brave Captain -- and Thor hath lived a thousand times beyond thy mortal lifetime..."

Then, very special guest star, Spider-Man, gets a brilliant idea. He's the very special guest star so obviously, he's got to be pulling his weight.

Spidey knows a thing or two about cameras and Cap said the long range scanners weren't showing anything. What if they were missing something closer?

So he adjusts the depth of focus and zooms out (how do the scanners do this?) to see if there was something they just couldn't see because of how close it was.

"The way dust doesn't register on a normal camera lens..."

And bingo bango Bob's your mother's brother, another chunk of something floating in the endless void. A building floating about where New Jersey was labelled PolyDyne Industries.

Cap goes to check PolyDyne in the computer banks but ruh roh the computers aren't in this floating cube of Avengers Subbasement.

Sersi recovers from the strain of protecting the cube and suggests she can telepathically scan the PolyDyne sphere and find out if anyone is over there.

She tries to warn Cap that there could be danger to doing this but Cap insists. At this point, they have no choice but to try anything!

Sersi scans and then yells NO-OHHH!! and curls into the fetal position.

So her psychic abilities are about as useful as Jean in the 90s X-Men show. Zing.

Thor points out that a similar thing happened when she scanned the Negative Zone in Avengers #304. So basically, how do we keep an overpowered Eternal character like Sersi balanced?

This, I guess.

She's so ruffled that she forgets English so can't even warn the Avengers that she sensed a great EVIL at the center of the emptiness.

I guess that Thor knowing Allspeak hasn't been established yet. Or has been forgotten.

Thor can speak and understand every language. He gets Cipher's entire mutant power as a racial bonus

Ain't it sad, Cipher?

Jarvis, the most humany person here, notes that the air is getting stale.

Cap apparently has a "super-efficient bio-system" so he's better at breathing than a normal person. But even he can tell that the air is getting heavy on carbon dioxide.

This room only has this room's amount of air in it. It doesn't have extra air tanks or a carbon dioxide scrubber installed. Why would it? Under what circumstances would just this one communications room of the Avengers Subbasement get launched into an airless void??

I mean, except these circumstances. These are a bit unprecedented though.

But now that there's Something the Avengers can do, Cap isn't giving up.

Captain America: "If I've learned nothing else in my years of battle, I've learned the absolute truth of one old saying: While there's life, there's hope!"

Over at PolyDyne, everybody floats around in unconscious poses.

Nebula regains her wits first and marvels at the power contained in the compressor.

Nebula: "The power! Never in my wildest dreams have I anticipated such power! It crackles still about the compressor! It surges through my flesh like a thing alive! Even mighty gravity seems twisted by it!"

She tries to contact Gunthar the Rigellian on her mothership but he's not responding.

Then she looks outside the window and sees only the VOID.

Bit of a nitpick but after the explanation that the empty white void is the best human instruments could do to show absolute nothingness, I was hoping that seeing it with eyeballs would have a different effect.

Eyes lie to the brain, y'know.

Ah, well.

The story already settled on empty white void and its made for some striking splash pages.

Nebula floats over and starts yelling at Professor Harker to EXPLAIN.

Professor Harker: "It can only be a genesis pulse! There was always a danger of this, but it seemed so remote as to be beyond the need for considering! What my compressor does is concentrate the force of a one megaton nuclear explosion into an area smaller than the nucleus of an atom! In theory, this should release a vast quantity of usable energy. However, there was a small chance it might duplicate the effect of the Big Bang... create a new universe in the midst of the old..."

How small a chance is too big a risk that a science project might destroy the world? Just based on Mr. Destroy The Universe's project, I might say a non-zero chance but we've had a lot of particle acceleration since this was published and the universe seems fine.

Nebula slaps him and yells that obviously that thing he just described would destroy both the new universe and the original! Now she has PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER at her fingertips and no universe to become absolute ruler of!

ALSO, SOME AVENGERS JUST BUSTED IN SO SHE'S ALSO ANGRY ABOUT THAT NOW!

I have to say... The Avengers (and Spider-Man) had no idea they'd be busting into the PolyDyne building right where the baddie was so this isn't an "Ultron, we would have words with thee" badass entrance. They just kinda blow their way in, glue the Avengers communications room in place so it doesn't drift, and then go 'oh hey Nebula is here, now this makes sense.'

Although, Spider-Man hasn't run into Nebula so mistakes her for Andromeda. Do all blue ladies look alike to you, Spidey?

Thor asks how Nebula managed to escape that time vortex she fell into with Dr Druid, as seen in issue 297.

And Nebula's answer?

She has no fucking idea what he's talking about. She thinks he's making up nonsense just to distract her.

Ah, so, the retcon goes even this far back.

While Captain America and Thor are safe thanks to their shield and spinning Mjolnir respectively, Spider-Man has to dodge and jump around in zero gravity while Nebula shoots ray blasts at the Avengers and Spider-Man.

Captain America throws his mighty shield... which Nebula easily deflects. BUT IT WAS A FEINT. While she was doing that, Thor spins harder and kicks up a wind which blows Nebula into a bulkhead.

She manages to peel herself and blast Thor off-balance. Spider-Man gunks up her wrist-mounted ray blasters and tries to grapple her but she tosses him away.

And while Spider-Man is distracting Nebula by being his usual charming and/or irritating self, Captain America and Thor wander off to examine the compressor.

Cap is guessing that the big, glowing energy thing is what made the universe go away. But he doesn't have the science brain to know what to do about it.

He asks Thor to try to dissipate the energy in the compressor but it's just too much for the god of thunder.

Thor has to release the energies or else explode "as would a mighty oak struck low by lightning."

Meanwhile, Professor Harker crawls out from behind a chunk of dislodged lab equipment and tells Spider-Man the heroes have the wrong idea.

But before he can explain to the Avengers how to deactivate the compressor, Nebula blows him up.

Okay, but why?

Nebula, did you firmly clutch the villain ball in hand? Do you want the universe to not exist? Shouldn't you want this problem to be fixed too?

Idiot.

And weirdly a pointless death.

Captain America just switches to talking to the next nearest dude, a PolyDyne employee with red hair and a beard. And this random guy, who I don't think even has a name, is able to deliver the same exposition as Professor Harker.

It's not like it's played for tension. Professor Harker blows up and then on the same page Cap is like 'hey you' to the beard guy.

So I don't really get the point of killing Professor Harker. Nebula should want to restore the universe as much as anyone. And killing the guy didn't stop the relevant exposition from getting delivered immediately.

Weird. Weird writing choice.

Random Guy tells Cap that the compressor will be self-sustaining once it reaches 100% efficiency but until then, it's reliant on power from generators in the sub-basement.

But its crazy to try to unplug it! There's such an intense electromagnetic field around the compressor!

Guy: "There's no force on Earth that could break that connection!" Captain America: "Maybe not... but we're not on Earth any more!"

That's... That's a weird argument to make, Cap.

Granted, he also argues that they've got no other choice but to try.

Cap gets as close to the compressor as he can, even as the field makes him feel like he's got ants crawling around inside him. He can only hope that the super-soldier serum will protect him long enough to get the job done. But he's sure if he comes out of this alive, he'll be lucky if all this exposure to a powerful magnetic field doesn't permanently damage him.

He reeeeaches but he just can't get to the giant power cable.

Luckily, Spider-Man saw what he was doing and comes over to ask what the hell he's doing.

When Cap explains that they need to pull the plug ASAP, Spider-Man decides this looks like a guest starring role for Spider-Man.

His webbing is non-organic and non-conductive, thanks to tangling with Electro so often.

He thwipppts a webline on the giant cable and

PULLS

HARD

CAN

Like lift heavy thing except with pulling.

Spider-Man's specialty.

So thanks to Spider-Man pulling something really, really hard, the universe is back.

... I wonder if the Avengers Communications Room is still webbed to the side of the PolyDyne building. I honestly hope so.

So with everything restored to normal, Captain America does his best to put a logical explanation on this.

Captain America: "Apparently, the... ah... 'genesis pulse' had only thrown the universe into a state of complete neutrality. It needed to reach maximum power to completely annihilate everything."

How did you reach that conclusion, Cap?

Anyway, Sersi has recovered from holding the communications room together and then scanning the void. She's telepathically scanned the entire world and determined no time passed while they were in the white void.

The whole story happened between two ticks of the clock.

Spider-Man's take-away is that they just saved the world and nobody will ever know!

(Jarvis says, hey, we'll know! Jarvis is a good guy.)

Apparently, Nebula vanished while everyone was distracted by the universe and gravity being back.

But Captain America remembers that Iron Man and Vision went to investigate her ship and thinks she's going to be in for a nasty surprise when she gets there.

So, apparently this saga still continues. The next issue is teased as "SPIDERS and STARS" so I'll bet next time has "Guest-starring the Amazing Spider-Man" slapped prominently on the cover.

But before that, we switch back over to Avengers West Coast to continue the Wanda Is Evil And Crazy story.

yay.

Follow @essential-avengers because this issue was actually pretty fun. Like, reblog, comment, or dance like nobody is watching.

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more than me? - e-1610!miles

i kinda don’t like this one 😭

writing one for e-42!miles because i can’t not write about him

was this inspired by a eruri (erwin x levi) tik tok sound?

no 😁 ok maybe…

this is a miles x my spidersona blurb! my spidersona does go by she/they pronouns so i do switch between the two. and ofc they’re black 🤷🏽‍♀️

atsv divider by @//saradika

“ouch!” miles hissed as xavier pressed alcohol onto miles’ wounds.

“sorry,” xavier mumbled under their breath as they threw away the bloody cotton ball into the trash with other bloody cotton balls. “all done.” she gave a small smile to the boy currently lying down on her bed.

“thank you, xavi.” miles smiled back as he rested his hand on her cheek.

usually, xavier’s heart would’ve fluttered at the simple touch of her boyfriend’s hand, but today? she had too much to think about. xavier gently grabbed her boyfriend’s hand & set it down on his lap and got up from him, going to find some spare clothes for him to wear that he’d left over there one day.

miles immediately knew something was wrong. the look on xavier’s face the entire time, wasn’t the same worried look they would always give to miles whenever he came swinging through their window to get bandaged up or to simply just stay with them. this look it was…something else entirely, and it chilled miles to the bone.

“x? what’s wrong?” miles asked sitting up, wincing silently.

“nothing. here.” xavier threw the boy a random graphic tee and some sweatpants.

miles caught the clothes but put them beside him on the bed.

“come here, xavi.”

xavier sighed before making their way over to miles. they stood in between miles legs and miles wrapped his arms around their stomach & looked up at them.

“what’s wrong baby?” he asked, looking up at them.

xavier sighed. she didn’t want to ask him the burning question on her mind. she already thought she was being quite selfish by even thinking of such a ridiculous question.

“just…does being spider-man mean more to you than your own safety?” xavier muttered.

if it wasn’t for miles’ super hearing, he wouldn’t have even heard her.

“well, being spider-man means that brooklyn stays safe, so if i get a couple of bruises and scratches, it’s nothing. as long as the city is safe.” miles responded.

of course miles morales would say something like that.

“ok but what about your safety? sure, the city will be safe but what about you?”

“i’ll be fine xav-“

“miles. this—“ xavier pointed to the multiple scratches and bruises on his body, “—is not fine. when you’re spiderman, you don’t get to be “fine”, because every single super villian is on your ass. you’re not fine keeping the biggest secret ever away from any family member. this whole situation is not fine.”

miles sighed. xavier unfortunately did have a point. but he wouldn’t let them know that.

“it’s apart of the job. i’m not gonna come home after every fight looking pretty. you know how it is.” miles responded back with a little sass in his tone as he slid his hands to the side of xavier’s thighs.

“i didn’t say you would, but these injuries are becoming more and more frequent and it’s worrying me—“

“you don’t need to be worried, i can handle myself.”

xavier blinked dumbly at miles and stepped away from him, causing his hands to fall to his lap.

“don’t-don’t worry about you?” she stared at him dumbfounded. “ok, put yourself in my shoes. how would you feel if i came into your room every night with cuts and bruises, the likes of which you’ve never seen? would you be fine with me telling you ‘not to worry’?!”

“of course not-“

“then don’t tell me not to worry about you!” xavier exclaimed.

miles just stared at them, questions now floating around in his mind, like about where all of this was coming from and was there a point.

“where is this all coming from?” he asked.

“does being spider-man mean more to you than your parents seeing their son in a hospital bed or-or a casket, or me having to drag you to said hospital?” xavier blurted out.

everytime miles came through xavier’s window with more and more bruises & scratches, it made her worry more and more and it made question many things, which she thought herself selfish for. he was in pain and here she was, questioning whether or not behind being spider-man meant more to him than she did.

“i know what being spiderman does to people. i know what it costs. i just…don’t wanna lose you.” xavier mumbled.

“so you want me to stop being spider-man?” miles accused.

“no, that’s not what i’m—shit. maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. i know im selfish for even thinking such a thing but when you are the person you are and i’m the person i am…it’s hard not to think like that.” xavier said.

they sat there in silence. so many questions and so much tension ran through in the small little combined bedroom.

xavier felt bad for even mentioning what they had said. they felt bad.

miles was trying to process what they had said, he didn’t know how to feel as of right now.

“does being spider-man mean more than me?”

if they’re laying out everything on the table, might as well lay it all out.

miles stared at xavier, dumbfounded.

what?

miles had never sat down and leveled who was above his spider powers and who wasn’t. he didn’t think he had to. now that the question was in front in him, he didn’t know how to respond or react to it.

fuck.

the more silent he stayed, the more xavier wasn’t so confident in the answer she thought he would give.

“miles. it’s a yes or no question. does being spiderman-“

“i don’t know.”

there it was.

xavier could feel her heart break into a thousand tiny pieces. she knew she was selfish enough to ask was the safety of brooklyn more important than her but still…she wanted him to say no.

“then what are we standing here for?” xavier deadpanned.

“what are you saying?” he asked, ignoring how shaky he felt and how he could feel how all of his wounds felt at once.

“i think we both know what i’m saying, miles. if being spiderman means more to you then…go be spiderman. go save brooklyn.”

and miles heard his heart break into a billion thousand tiny pieces

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 1 year

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Mama’s boy chapter 2

Plot summary: Spider works up the courage to ask Quaritch about his mother. He’ll quickly learn that his mama was just as feral as he is.

Relationships: Spider Socorro and Miles Quaritich Paz Socorro/Miles Quaritch

Authors note: first thank you all so much! you have no idea how much all your likes on the first chapter meant to me. I really hope you all enjoy this chapter as well. It has a lot of my own headcanos for what earth is like in the Avatar universe so I’m really curious (and a little nervous) what you all think of this chapter. Enjoy!

______________________________________________________________The whole squad was laughing at him. His son was laughing at him. Even the wind seemed to be howling with laughter at his expense.

“Mama really put you in your place.” Spider managed to get out between breaths.

Quaritch shrugged. “Wasn’t the last time either.” The admission brought a fond little smile to his face. For a moment all the noise around him faded away as he basked in those memories. Then the grief and guilt crept in and the world crashed back into focus.

Spider didn’t miss how the man's eyes lit with his smile. He watched the recom, stare off into the distance, wondering what thoughts the man was wrapped up in, before Spider saw his eyes darken, the smile slip. The change was so small, but it made Spider’s smile slip too, his laughter dying away. “So what happened next?”

“Hmm” Quaritch was snapped from his thoughts. He had registered his son speaking to him but the words hadn’t processed in his head.

“After mama went off on you. What’d you do?”

Quaritch looked at Spider directly now “I went back to my room.” He was extremely blunt with his words, knowing full well that was not the answer his boy was looking for. Spider groaned in that over the top, frustrated way, that teenagers just excel at, rolling his eyes at him. Quaritich chuckled in that way only a devious parent can, after intentionally annoying their child.

“You know that's not what I meant.” said Spider exasperated.

“Alright, alright.” Quaritch held his hands up in surrender. “I went back to my room..” Spider’s frustrated groan filled the air again and Quaritch had to hold in a laugh “.... and I pulled your mama’s file.” That caught Spider's attention. Was Quaritch about to tell him his mama’s back story?

“Before I get into that though I need to know. What do you know about Earth son?”

Quaritche’s question caught Spider a little off guard but he answered “ah its dying?”

The squad snickered a little at that. Quaritch just rolled his eyes. “Yes, it's dying. What else?” Spider answered with a shrug. Quaritch felt a spark of anger, flare up inside of him. “Do you mean to tell me that no one, not Sully, not those traitor lab coats, nobody, ever told you a thing about Earth?”

Spider just shrugged again “ I never really cared, so I never really asked. Pandora's my home, so I was taught this planet's history.” That was a bit of an oversimplification if he was being honest. His species were colonizers. He couldn’t allow himself to care about their history.

That stung Quaritch. Sure the kid was born here, but his parents were still from earth, his ancestors, his very species was from earth and he didn’t even care.

“Well let me educate you then boy.” Quaritch had to stop himself from out right hissing these words. He took a breath and continued “ Over the past hundred years now Earth has been on a steep environmental decline but in the last fifty-ish years things have been getting down right apocalyptic. I remember when I was about six, maybe seven, a massive hurricane, the most horrific ever seen in recorded history, completely submerged the entire south- eastern coast of the United States. The water never receded either. An entire landmass gone in less then a day. Millions of people dead.”

Spider’s blood ran cold. He couldn’t imagine something so horrific. What would something like that do to the minds of the people who’d lived and witnessed that?

“That wasn’t even the first time something like that had happened.” said Z-dog solemnly “loads of coastal land masses were lost long before any of us were born due to the rising oceans.

“But that's nothing compared to the land that's just completely un-livable now because of pollution.” added Mansk equally as solemn. The entire group was now so formal and stiff it was like they were at a funeral, a sharp contrast from how happy and energetic they’d been just moments before.

Quaritch nodded to his comrades “Cities are completely over crowded, but not because of overpopulation. It’s like Z-dog and Mansk said. There’s just not a lot of land that people can safely live on.”

Wainfleet let out a bitter little laugh “ The land that is livable definitely isn’t much better.” Spider wanted this all to stop, it was all just too horrible, but he couldn’t make his mouth form the words. He kept listening, feeling like he was made of stone, completely incapable of moving.

“So that’s Earth.” Quaritch said “ Most people have just given up. Birth rates have been dropping sharply for decades. At first, it was mainly because all the chemicals in the water, and food, and the air, causing a lot of people to be infertile. But after a while, when the writing was really on the wall, it just seemed cruel to bring one more person into the world. One more person to go down with the ship.”

“That’s bad for business though,” Quaritch continued. Spider was finally able to manage giving him a questioning look. “Well think about it kid. The R.D.A runs pretty much everything. A business constantly needs more workers and more customers. When the workers you have get too old to work, and you don’t have a young body to replace them with, what do you think happens?”

Spider couldn’t answer. The question made him sick thinking about human beings being reduced to nothing but cogs in a machine.

“Children are precious commodities on earth” Quaritch went on not caring for his son's discomfort. The boy needs to know. “If someone is unlucky enough to have one, 99 times out of 100 they can’t afford the kid. But that's okay. The R.D.A group homes are always happy to take in another future factory worker.”

“Or solder.” Said Ja, his voice dripping with bitterness. Spider didn’t miss Z-dog and Mansk’s tensed muscles and angry eyes either.

“There are four types of youth on earth.” Said Quaritch holding up a finger with each type to make his point. “There's the kids born to the ultra rich, spoiled brats who live in a domed bio controlled city, who will one day be handed a cushy well paying management job in the R.D.A. There's the group home kids who are tested, trained and conditioned for whatever job some computer deems them best suited for. Then there's the rare case where a kid is actually raised by one or both parents but more often than not those kids turn into the fourth type, the disaffected youth, hopeless young thugs who run wild on the streets, without a care in the world, for who they hurt, if they get hurt. And why bother caring. The world's ending.”

“What does this have to do with my mother!” Spider croaked out. He sounded like he was about to burst into tears. Quaritch looked at him then, seeing that tears were about to start falling from his son's eyes.

“You need to know!” Quaritch hadn’t meant to yell but he couldn’t help it. “You need to know where she came from to understand her.”

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Paz Socorro. Just thinking that cocky bitches name made his blood boil. Quaritch didn’t bother to go back to bed after returning to his room. Why bother? It was 0300. He’d just have to be up in an hour anyway.

So he killed time by pulling her file.

Name: Socorro, Paz.

Age: est. 28. Estimated age? That's weird

D.O.B: N/A. Even weirder

It went on like that. Any information that should have been recorded when she was born was just a big old question mark. So he skipped all that and went straight to her military career.

He had briefly had the thought of finding a way to make her rotate home but one look at her list of accomplishments knocked that idea out of him. Best in her class by a mile. Became a flying ace in a day. Dozens of dog fight wins. Multiple successful bombing missions.

She’s the best pilot here. He thought bitterly. Not the best new pilot, no, hands down the best pilot on Pandora. He’d be an idiot to send that away just because she’d wounded his pride. Which seemed to be the general conscience of every commanding officer she had ever had because Socorro’s list of reprimands and disciplinary infractions was just as long as her list of accomplishments. She was disrespectful, disobedient, did whatever she wanted, had even disregarded direct orders more than once. If it wasn’t for the fact that new recruits were hard to come by, she would have been dishonorably discharged years ago. Hell if she wasn’t the best of the best she still might have been kicked out.

Why had a woman like this even enlist in the first place? He scrolled down to the year she enlisted. Immediately everything started to click.

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“A couple decades ago” Quaritch explained to Spider “ A bill was passed called The Youth Reformation act. When those young street punks, I mentioned earlier, would eventually get arrested they’d be given a choice- Prison or the Military. Seemed like a win win to the masses. Violent thugs off the street. A boost to the military's ever shrinking number of new recruits….”

“That doesn't seem like much of a choice.” It made Spider angry just thinking about it.

Quaritch huffed, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth “Your mama said the same thing.”

“So mama was a criminal!” That shocked Spider. He couldn’t imagine the woman in the one picture he’d had of her, being capable of anything other than love and kindness. Then again, a picture was just that. Reality was alway harsher.

“Eh, I’d say she was justified for the most part. She probably took things a little too far though. Mama was always a scorched earth type. Especially when she was angry.” That made Spider shiver

“What’d she do?” Spider didn’t know if he actually wanted the answer but he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

Quaritch was about to answer (as tactfully as possible) when the wind picked up. The campfire danced, their plates and cutlery from dinner blown away, hair whipping into their faces. The force nearly slapped him sideways. It almost seemed like a warning. That's stupid, Quaritch thought. But he did think better of what he was about to say.

“She was just trying to survive…”

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Quaritch knew that when young punks got arrested the prosecutors would try to throw the book at them. Every minor infraction of the law would be drawn out and made massive. It turned petty crimes into ten year sentences. The powers that be, really wanted to encourage military enrollment. Quaritch got the feeling that wasn’t the case with Socorro though. Grand theft, breaking and entering, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon and..

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“Arson!?” Spider emotions had been on such a roller coaster tonight. How much more of this could he take?

“It was just third-degree.” Quaritch said nonchalantly. He decided for tonight at least, not to tell his son the story of one of the most traumatic moments in his mothers life. Paz never talked about it much. Or any of her many tramas for that matter. She had always kept those parts of herself locked away, buried under a hundred layers of snark and a spitfire attitude. She’d scream about it in her sleep sometimes though. The anguished, animalistic noises that would exploud from her lungs would haunt him forever. He didn’t need to burden their son with that pain.

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Socorro’s early years weren't much better. She had been a group home kid. But unlike most kids, who were given up at the hospital, Socorro was brought there when she was approximately three years old.

She’d been found wandering the streets completely abandoned. That explains the age and birthday thing. She’d been too young to know.

Her test scores showed that she was crazy smart, practically a genius. Her biggest strengths- logic, reasoning and strategy. Academically there weren't really any subjects Socorro was bad at, in fact she pretty easily excelled at everything. The catch? She had A.D.H.D. And she had it bad. She’d pick up on things so easily that she’d quickly get bored, and start climbing the walls, or run around, or play with things she shouldn’t, just generally being energetic and disruptive.

Her caretakers forced her into every activity under the sun just to try to wear her out.

Sports? She hated them. She was deemed overly competitive and aggressive. Dance? She loved it but couldn’t pay attention in lessons to save her life. Martial arts? That was a winner. She loved fighting with people. Gymnastics? Another winner. She had been doing cartwheels and somersaults long before she even knew the names to those moves. Art? Not so much. It always turned into a chaotic mess. It was Paz’s idea to try fencing. She’d read a lot of books with sword fighting and thought it’d be cool. It was in fact very cool.

And then? She ran away. Quaritch had never heard of anyone pulling that off. The R.D.A kept their kids locked up tight. They couldn't risk losing a single future employee. But she had found a way out. At age eleven no less.

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“She told me once that that place felt suffocating to her. She was never alone, could never make her own choices, hardly ever aloud outside. Being homeless and running wild just fit her better.” At least I was free, he could hear her say.

Spider was taking everything in. Life on Earth sounded so brutal and cruel. How anyone could survive there….

And then he realized, they’re not. Earth was filled with nothing but hopeless, angry, people barreling towards their own extinction. You either fight or you die.

His mama had chosen to fight for her life.

The soldiers surrounding him had chosen to fight.

But Eywa, why did they have to destroy everything in their wake, and call it survival.

#avatar 2 fanfic #spider socorro #Miles Spider Socorro #Miles Quaritch #Colonel Miles Quaritch #paz socorro #Avatar 2

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