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drefear · 7 months ago

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Guess… this fan art is EVERYTHING.

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Written in Blood

Summary: you're just a girl from the village, a place that worships an infamous vampire for his immortality, and one night a year, he hosts a big party in his castle. You finally got an invite, and unlike everyone else, you're less than excited.

TW: blood, drinking, unwanted advances, sex, p in v, loss of virginity, blood drinking.

Glasses of champagne clinked as you straightened your shoulders, nervous and gulping heavily. The music would have lulled you and made you relax in any other scenario, but you were in the vampire castle tonight and the idea of not knowing who could try to drink your blood was making you anxious. Ballgowns swished and swayed, but you stayed glued to the wall, a flower unmoving among a field of breezy flora. All the girls in the village were so excited to be invited, the one night a year that the Lord of the Vampires invited any humans into his mansion, and you were finally of age to be invited. Everyone in the village that was of age received an invitation personally signed with his name and theirs, and when you went to the market for your family a month ago, you saw all of the girls fawning over the extravagant letter with their names in calligraphy and signed in heavy, black ink. You only felt your stomach become filled with rocks, seeing your name in his handwriting and thinking that your blood would be next.

You snapped back into the present when you watched the townspeople dance and laugh, eating their fill and making conversation like you all weren’t inside of the abode of the monster who murdered tens of your every year. The pins in your hair made your skull ache, but your mother was determined to make you look like a porcelain doll. She sent you in a large dress that was almost as puffy as a pastry, but you insisted on black. You wouldn’t wear one of those frilly pink or blue gowns that you saw in the windows of boutiques, you wanted something that matched the dreadful feeling in your chest. You wanted everyone to know how you felt.

Vampires and humans mingled, but you stayed to yourself and refused to dance with everyone who asked so far. Glancing upwards towards the massive crystal chandelier in the center of the room, surrounded by smaller ones, you noticed a balcony where someone stood in all black as well, watching the party from above. Your arms folded over your chest and you thought how no one else here was dressed in all black as well, not a single person except you and this stranger. His eyes caught yours and your gasp fell in your throat, choking out as a cough.

His bright red eyes stared into yours, you could see it all the way from the corner of the ballroom where you stood, and you instinctively took a step backwards. You blinked a few times and he was gone from where he stood, now making you look around frantically and gasp once more.

Your name made you jump until you recognized a boy you grew up with in your school. His hand was outstretched to yours and his smile was bright as he wore an all blue suit with navy embellishments. You chewed the inside of your cheek and pinched at the meat of your hand as you calmly shook your head and curtsied, but he stepped closer.

“I’ve seen you standing here all night, come have one try around the dancefloor with me and then you can retreat back into your shell.” He encouraged, but those red eyes were stuck to the back of your eyelids and you shook your head once more. He wasn’t leaving and you furrowed your brow in frustration. Truth be told, you just wanted to leave and now you were being haunted by both that terrifying gaze and this insolent boy you knew. “It’d be a shame if that dress went to waste, you should show it off. I know how much your mother worked on it, she was in the tailor buying fabric every week for the last month.” He joked and you politely smiled. “And we should get acquainted, since your father and mine have discussed an arrangement of marriage.” He answered and you fell silent, shock coursing through your veins. “You didn’t know? Well, we both have competing businesses and it seems that our parents think combining our businesses would be beneficial.” His answer made you feel hollow until the band stopped and a gasp fell over the crowd.

Turning your head, you saw the man dressed in all black standing at the center of the french doors that led to the ballroom, at the top of a staircase. He looked like royalty, which is also how he was treated among your town and surrounding towns that worshiped him for his immortality. No matter how many he killed with his bloodthirst, everyone still prayed to be like him, but not you. You just wanted to live in peace and support yourself, alone and secluded, but now you were either about to be tethered to this dog of a human or die from being sucked dry by a vampire.

“Ladies, gentlemen, all of those here.” He said in a booming voice, his words tinged with an accent of some sort that you didn't recognize. “Welcome to my home. Eat, drink, dance, have a good time, and don’t forget to indulge in your wildest, darkest fantasies. Being here is rare, and you should live like you may die tomorrow.” His words left you feeling eerie and squeamish, while everyone else cheered for his ideas. You just stared at the ground before you looked up and saw him staring at you once more. With widened eyes, you couldn’t look away.

“I’d like to have my first dance in over a hundred years.” He spoke and began descending down the stairs as you back up, his eyes never leaving yours and as he moved inward on the crowd of people and vampires, everyone looked around to see who he was looking at. All eyes finally fell on you and you moved backward once more, bumping into a table of food and staying frozen there as he came closer. “It’s not every year that two people are dressed to match without ever meeting, don’t you think?” He said as he moved to stand in front of you, only a foot of space separating you both now. His hand reached out to ask for a dance and you felt like you may pass out from holding your breath, but he just smiled. “You can refuse if you’d like to not dance. But I’d love to make you feel a bit more welcome in my home, and a dance may be nice.” You looked between his face and his hand before realizing that he could take the soul out of your body with one bite, and you agreed. Stepping forward, you curtsied and he bowed before the musicians resumed playing their delicate music and you both moved around the center of an empty dance floor. You looked out to everyone as you danced in tandem, your bodies moving in sync to the orchestra. “You don’t have to be afraid.” He whispered into your ear, making your body tense for a moment and stepping on his foot, which then made him smile. “I’m not going to kill you, if that’s what you’re so nervous about.”

He interrupted the conversation as he took you into his arms and hauled you higher than him into the air, a nice trick to the viewers that made everyone watching clap and cheer. His smile was dazzling and you tried not to get too distracted by his entertaining ways.

“And the other vampires here?” You whispered and he looked around at the other cold faces, empty and hollow in the cheeks as he smirked. “Well, I can’t control others, but I’m sure that after I killed a vampire a few decades ago for drinking from another without their consent, that they’d hesitate before doing it once more in my presence.” He concluded and you were thoughtful now, reviewing each of his words like you were studying the sentence.

“You only feed on people who agree…?”

“Yes, of course.” He answered and he spun you into a twirl, dipping you before his face was suddenly mere inches from yours. The song ended and he smiled as he pulled you upwards once more. As you both stared at each other, the crowd became wild with enthusiasm and hollered in your beautiful dance. You looked down from the overwhelming feeling of a million eyes on you and he looked around before speaking again. “Will you let me take you somewhere private where you can take a break?”

Without a second thought, you agreed and he pulled your hand to drag you through the crowd.

You both exited those french doors as many people filled the dance floor once more and you looked at them before rushing forward to get away from all of the excitement. He led you to another staircase and to the doors on the left of it at the top. Once you were both inside, you recognized the rich red fabrics and four-poster bed as his master bedroom.

His bedroom!!!

Your mind began to panic. Alone, with a vampire in his bedroom. A million and one things could happen and none of them ended with your life in your hands anymore.

“Your blood is running quite high, but I hope you know that I won’t touch you.” He spoke in a deep voice once more, and you turned to see him.

His face was angular, jaw sharp and cheeks carved to be perfectly symmetrical as you followed his broad nose to his piercing red eyes, a trait no other vampire had. He was so big compared to any other person, standing a foot taller than you and back wide enough to shield you from the entirety of the outside world. If he wanted you, whether it be your blood or your virtue, there was nothing you could do to stop him. The realization made your throat tight and your body shiver in fear, but his words echoed once more and you tried to relax. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you a glass of champagne.” You nodded and sat on the soft, velvet chaise near his bed. He handed you the crystal glass and sat across from you, with a wine glass filled with a thick, red liquid you all but gagged at. He smirked at your reaction and took a sip.

He was nice to look at, but he was also the most deadly creature in all the world and you refused to let that slip your memory no matter how many gentle caresses you felt in that dance or how nice of a smile he gleamed. He was a monster.

“You don’t want to be here, do you?”

“No.” You answered honestly, and stared at the champagne in your hands.

“Why are you here then?”

“Because I thought you may take offense to me refusing your invitation and come to kill me.” He roared in laughter at your idea and his shoulder shook with hilarity, but you frowned deeper.

“That town has surely cooked up many stories of my ways, hmm?” He looked back towards you and sighed, swishing around the glass. “I haven’t killed anyone unwillingly in three hundred years, and I’ve only lived for three hundred and fifty.”He clarified, “Does that make you feel better?”

You nodded, before sipping your champagne once more and leaning back against the chaise.

“Why black?” He asked and you could see his eyes narrow.

You were silent for a moment, wording how you might answer before speaking to him. “I don’t like colors, especially bright ones. I like things that are easy to look at, and bright colors make me want to squint. Black is… soothing, like a rainy day or the night sky.” You answered him with truth and sincerity, and he nodded.

“You aren’t like those eager ones down there, in their ruffle pink dresses that look like fairytales, you live in the real world, with all of its disappointments and hardship.” He watched you as he spoke and you did the same, staring back with a curt, single nod. He sipped his glass again and you felt your dinner lurch in your stomach before you pushed it back. “It’s cow blood.” He announced and you stopped for a second.

“It… is?”

“Yes. Human blood can be… dirty. I prefer to make sure the person is not unclean, morally and healthwise. Usually, when someone offers to be my meal, they come and stay with me for a month. I feed them lavishly all healthy, delicious foods, help them be properly rested and live a balanced life before even tasting their blood, and often it’s still not enough. Then, when I am done feeding, I simply have another vampire turn them immortal and they leave.” He shrugged and you were so lost.

“Where did those horror stories about you come from?” You asked and he became still, thinning deeply as upset etched into his face. “You don’t need to tell me-”

“When I was first turned into a vampire, I was the first of my kind. My strength and abilities matched nothing of this world… So, I became hungry… for vengeance and power. I tore through many cities, entire countries, like a man from Hell, but many times I cried about the lives I cost the world. I then found a way to turn others immortal, like myself, and the first time I watched them go through the same insane blood thirst I did, but I trained them to control it and only drink to live. Food is still delicious, sleep is less but still nice, and life would be the same for everyone, even if they needed slightly different necessities. No human would be harmed for their mere pleasure, or I would find them and kill them myself.” The way he seemed, so serious about it, made you shiver with the vision in your mind of him ripping a head off of a body.

“Is that how you kill a vampire? Removing their head?”

“Isn’t that how you’d kill anything?” He smirked and you blushed at your own blunder, thinking maybe you’d drank too much champagne and putting the glass down on the ornate little table in between you both. His smile made you stare for a moment before you looked around at the room. “Am I too brazen to say that I want your eyes back on mine?” He asked and you snapped your gaze back to his, startled by his forwardness.

“I am just a bit surprised.”

“I’ve learned in my… few hundred years, that being direct is the best way to achieve a goal and get what you desire.” He answered and you paused, processing his words before taking his advice and being direct as well.

“And you desire my gaze?” You asked and he seemed to become more intense in his stare.

“Mi amor, I’ve been craving your gaze since you stepped into my home.” He admitted and you held back your gasp as you bit your lip to hold back any embarrassing reaction you may have had. “I knew you’d be my weakness the second I saw you, a black dahlia in a sea of sunflowers and roses.” His metaphor made your heart race and you watched as he stood up and circled your chaise, like a shark around a boat. “You are breathtaking, and yet blind to every admirer's attention, so I had to make myself known… and try my best to make you mine, at least for a night.” His words set fire to your skin and made your mind hazy from the smoke, your mouth suddenly dry. He stood in front of you and kneeled down before reaching for your hand, which you gave to him and he leaned closer. He smelled of spices and rust, and you were entranced.

“I never thought I’d see the Lord of all Vampires kneeling for me.” You whispered as his face moved closer and closer until his breath fanned across your cheeks and warmed your lips.

“You are the only creature I’ve seen that deserved my worship.” His words felt like a secret that you guarded with your heart, something you wished you could scream from the top of his towers and brandish on your body for everyone to read. “May I?” He asked and you answered by closing the distance. His lips were plush and p[lump, like cold water against the warm sand, and they stole your breath with how experienced they seemed to be. As the seconds went by, you moved in a rhythm, ignorant to anything around either of you and he moved to bend over you and cup your face, now above you on the chaise and licking delicately at your lips, which made you quiver in new ways.

As the heat between you two rose, so did the escalation of your embrace. His arms quickly wrapped around you and he moved to lay next to you as he pulled at the ties of the corset on your dress, the sleeve slipping as he frustratedly pulled the strings, before finally ripping the corset in half and leaving your topless. You pulled away, shocked, and covered your breasts before he drank you in for a moment. His brash action made you both nervous of his incredible strength, and excited that those same hands wanted to pleasure you. It was like you were a flimsy doll in his care, and he wanted to cherise you despite how fragile you were and how easily he could tear you limb from limb. He dragged a finger over the hands covering yourself before he gently pulled them away, which you willingly obliged, and he instantly pressed his forehead to your skin, breathing in your scent before wrapping his pink lips around your nipple and sucking experimentally. You jerked in response and gasped, shaking a little from the pleasure.

His eyes watched you as you moaned and you felt something sharp nibble into your skin before you saw his fangs poking through a bit. This made everything even more enjoyable, the bits of danger he exuded. As you moved to sit in his lap, he kept licking andsucking at your chest until dark bruises littered your skin in a cacophony of maps. As you let him continue his claim over your bodice, his hand tugged at the uncomfortable material that made up your skirt and you pushed his chest away as he looked at you with confusion. You stood before the chair and carefully removed the skirt of your gown, his eyes never leaving your exposed skin. As he watched you shimmy it off, his red gaze stared at the blossom of your hips from your waist and his entire being seemed like a man starved. You made no movement for a moment until his eyes found yours once more and you felt the pull of his stare.

His hands gripped your waist as you moved back to him and he lifted you on top of him like you weighed nothing, before pulling his own clothing off in a sequence of rushed motions. As cloth and expensive fabric littered the floor, you both sat with nothing on for a second before smashing your lips into each other. The depth of his kiss was sharp and dizzying as you tried to grip reality, but his body could swallow you whole and your shadow with it.

He pulled you into his arms and stood to carrying you over to his bed and as you fell gently into the soft, rich feeling of his blankets, the glow of candles lit up the muscles lining his body, He was like a statute, sculpted and formed with definition between ever different curvature in his skin. From his neck, to his shoulders, to his chest and abdomen, it was all as if kissed by Aphriodite herself and blessed to be man’s greatest temptation.

Or in this case, your greatest temptation. How damned your soul would be if you gave your virtue to a man sworn to go to Hell, who has feasted on the flesh and blood of mankind, and oh, how much you didn’t care.

As your eyes trailed around his body, he chuckled and grasped your ankles, before tugging you closer. “Are you sure about this? You look as if you’re a kitten in a Lion’s Den.” He spoke playfully and you returned the favor by covering yourself slightly and shrugging a shoulder.

“If I did, I think you may be disappointed, as you seem quite…” your eyes trailed down between his legs and he followed your gaze, then looking back at you as you smiled, “enthused.”

“I’m more than enthused. I haven’t even felt you inside yet, and I’m ready to give my soul to ravish you for eternity.” He concluded before he mounted the bed and hovered over you. “But I will ask again… Are you sure? Vampires can tend to become thirsty while in the throes of passion.”

“Are you saying that you might bite me?” You asked as you placed your hands on his shoulders, massaging the muscle there, which made you even more excited.

“Yes.”

“Will it kill me?”

“No, of course not.” He shook his head, as if laughing at a joke, “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were to die because of me.” he spoke softly and you nodded.

“Then do as you please with me, as long as you do not stop once you start.” You answered and he let out a tense breath of relief as he grabbed your hips harshly and pulled your bodies closer. As he pulled your chest to his, you felt him begin to enter you and the stretch of him inside you made you gasp. The feeling burned a bit and as he moved, you tried to catch your breath. He stilled a bit and scanned your face with concern as you bit your lip, but he stopped completely when he realized you were in pain.

“Are you alright?” He asked gently and pecked your forehead as you nodded.

“Is it supposed to hurt?” You asked and he smiled before kissing a line down your neck.

“Haven’t you ever…” He trailed off before you both stared into each other’s eyes, a quiet understanding settling as he learned a bit more. “You haven’t.”

“No, I haven't.” You whispered and he looked down at your hand before bringing your wrist to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

“I’m honored to be the first.” He spoke softly and stared deeply into your eyes, “Tell me when to move, alright?”

“I’m ok, you- you can move.” You nervously agreed and he began to move deeper inside of you, finding the spot that made you shake in pleasure and pressing into them more. You gasped, shocked by how great the feeling was and he smirked at the sudden surprise you wore on your face.

“Careful. I may want to be the first and last.” His seductive tone made you shiver, the feeling of his muscles around you exhilarating, enclosing you to the bed. His face was so close to yours, and the way he slowly moved against you, on you, with you, made the world feel so small. His groans brought you closer, and the rhythm of his thrusts made you feel yourself about to tumble off of the brink of ecstasy. Your mind spun as everything in your body tensed, shaking and letting out a loud scream as you writhed under him. As you yelled, he quickly sank his fangs into your throat, and the sting of the punctures made you roll her eyes. You hissed through your teeth as he drank, the piercing pain in your veins making your toes curl happily while he drank you in, literally.

You both groaned and shifted as he closed his eyes and thrusted into you harshly, pulling his fangs from your throat and pushing into you one last time before he clenched his teeth and finished deep inside of you.

The heaviness of your panting makes Miguel smile as he barely looks as if he’s moved at all.

“Did you like that?” He kisses your cheek, warm lips pressing into your slick skin and making your eyes close comfortably.

“Yes… did you?”

“Of course, I can’t imagine any man who wouldn’t enjoy being with you. I’d like to keep going… everyday.” His voice became gentle and calm as he then said your name. You nodded and held the back of his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. The world blurred a bit as you began to drift into a sound sleep.

As you woke up, the sun blazed into the room, creating dark shadows against the brightness of the daylight. Miguel walked into the room and breezed past the widows with no fear of the sunlight at all, puzzling you.

“I thought vampires couldn’t be in the sun.”

“Vampires don’t like the sun, but that’s because our eyesight is much better than humans. We're perfectly fine in the sun, and we prefer to be in the dark because too much light causes headaches for everyone, vampire or human.” He answered and smiled once more, reminding you about your epic adventure last night with the Lord of the Vampires.

“Come back to bed…” You begged and he complied, holding your hand as he climbed onto the rich fabrics and laid his head on your stomach.

“I’d like you to live here with me, and be mine…”

“Be yours?”

“Yes. Mate with me, become my partner.” He explained and you were silent. “Not ready to commit?”

“Not sure if I’m enough. I’m just another person from the village.” You slumped your shoulders slightly as you thought more about how wrong he was. He was a historic creature, deadly and legendary, and you were just another townsperson.

“Mi vida, you are the one I’ve been waiting for, for three hundred and fifty years.” His whispers made you relax your body and snuggle more into his body as he moved to meet your eyes, laying side by side now. “You don’t realize how special you really are, and one day, you will.” His red gaze made you sink into his embrace, his words hugging you like a tight blanket as the sun kissed his tan face and made your heart flutter. His hand brushed the hair from your cheeks and the tickle of his skin against you made everything feel calm and ok…

After years of feeling out of place, you finally felt at peace in his arms and everything suddenly made sense.

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drefear · 7 months ago

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The Fates That Tie Miguel O'Hara x Fated Mate PT 1

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

Tags: Hero Miguel x Villian, Fated Mates, enemies to lovers, this is Hero x Villian so yes they engage in physical combat, and yes they both get hurt(physically & mentally) by each other, vulgar language, misunderstood villain(ehhh sometimes), mentions of child death, mentions of sexual assault, reader also has an AI assistant, surprised pregnancy(later on) 6.1k words

A/N: This takes place in Spiderverse and also has some of the backstory from Comic Miguel O'Hara as well. Because if I'm correct ATSV Miguel and Comic Miguel are a little different. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong on anything lovelies. For those that asked for Hero Miguel x Villian this one is for you!

Enjoy<333

****** Mentioning of Sexual Assault

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Part 2

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Teenage years

Miguel first felt his bond awakening at the ripe age of 15. He was ecstatic it gave him something to live for, something to look forward to. It gave him a newfound purpose to live for because, in 8 years' time, he would find you.

Wherever and whoever you are.

Once he knew that his mate was alive, he read up on all that he could find on the topic of mates. His house was a lost cause, so he went to the library to read articles online. He found online forums where people would talk about the amazing feeling of meeting their mates for the first time and how fun it is to know what they're feeling at all times. The older you get, the stronger the feelings become. The more your desire and need grow for them.

It's weird craving someone you know nothing about.

He endured all of the abuse from his father knowing that it would all be worth it in the end.

Or at least he thought it was.

It was until he changed…he was accidentally genetically changed into a fucking spider.

Out of all things a Spider? Why him? Out of all fucking people why him?

He has a mate, he has a plan. He wanted to be no scratch that he needed to be a perfect man for his love. This—this problem makes him less than perfect. He has to subdue himself with Rapture in order to prevent himself from losing control. In order to keep calm. The second he misses a shot the effects are immediate. How is he supposed to be a father? How is he supposed to be a partner when he’s like this?

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Adult years

He felt you.

He felt you sleeping with another.

He’s older now so your feelings are more strong. It's easier to dissect your feelings, it's easier to understand them. But somehow he knew it didn’t feel right….it felt like you didn’t want this. You didn’t want it to happen.

Oh god—is someone hurting you?

He hates this. He’s of age now 23 is the year that everyone usually finds their other half. Their mate. But where are you? He traveled city to city dimension to dimension and yet you’re nowhere to be found. He should be there to protect you. He should be there to make all the pain go away but he’s not. Don’t you feel him, don't you feel his need for you?

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Don't you feel his desire to find you?

He wonders time and time again if you are looking for him just like he’s looking for you. He wonders if he's the only one who actually wants to find his other half.

32 years old

He should've known you didn't want him. It is known that most people save themselves for their mates but he felt you time and time again sleeping with someone else. And this time there was no doubt that you were enjoying it.

How could you? It's fine he's going to get his happy ending one way or another.

34 years old

He has a daughter. Or he should just say had. He thought he could be happy. He found out another version of himself had a daughter. And oh how he desperately wanted to be a father. He wanted it so badly. He was happy for some time. With his daughter, he was able to forget all about you well he tried to anyway. Everything was fine, perfect even.

Until he lost his daughter.

His daughter died in his own two arms she was calling out to him while her dimension slowly slipped away. There was nothing he could do and Miguel never felt so helpless in his life.

All of this is your fault none of this wouldn't have happened if you were here with him. If you were here he wouldn't have had the urge to search for happiness because he would already have you. He felt what it's like to be a father, have someone to love, and have someone love him back just for it to be ripped out of his hands. Just. Like. That.

Mate or not he would never forgive you for this.

Present Day

You're jumping across the rooftops in the city of Nueva York hauling the bag of food that you stole from various restaurants over your shoulder.

Oh and let's not forget that you have this 10ft tall Spiderman chasing after you.

“Oh for fucks sake just give it up already. Is a bag of food really that harmful?”

“Yes, it is. If you wanna get food why don't you do it like the rest of us and pay for it”

“They were going to throw it away anyways what's the difference?” You continue to jump across the rooftops but you realize all too late that you've jumped straight into a dead end. You curse under your breath and you brace yourself against a wall. Out of all the times you run into a wall why now?

“Listen maybe we can-” You have little time to react as his fist is heading straight for your face. Although you manage to duck out of the way, you don't manage to miss the punch that he aims at your stomach. For a second the air gets knocked out of your lungs and his punch alone is sending you to the floor. He turns you over and begins to tie your wrists together. Oh hell no. You send a bolt of electricity to him and he stumbles back giving you the ability to free yourself.

For a moment he's stunned and you use that as an opportunity to mess with him.

“Over here big guy” He turns around hurling his fist where you just were and you manage to hold in a giggle.

“Too slow”

He lets out a growl and swings blindly again it’s clear that the electricity is still having an effect on him.

“Stop. Fucking. Playing.” He insinuates each word by kicking and punching and of course with just your luck on the last swing his fist connects and this time it’s to your face.

Fuckity fuck that’s going to leave a mark.

The asshole got you straight in the eye.

“Out of 20 hits, the Spider only manages to land 2 you’re so pathetic” You can only see in one eye. So who's really the pathetic one?

“And you’re nothing but a piece of gum on the bottom of my foot”

“Nice one, how long did it take you to plan that one?” When the bottom of his mask disengages and he bares his sharp-ass teeth you know it’s time for you to leave.

“Play times over Spidey. Until next time” You salute and zap your way out of there.

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Thankfully this time you don't land on your ass you land on your feet. For some odd reason, your powers go haywire whenever you're around Spider-Man 2099 or if you’re really upset. It doesn't listen to you no matter how hard you focus. Whenever you're around him it has a mind of its own.

You quietly trudge inside to the kitchen of the Orphanage you occasionally visit from time to time. A long long time ago you were once at an Orphanage, the place that holds some of your darkest memories. Memories that you wish to forget.

Depositing the bag of food on the counter you clean your hands and begin to put the various loaves of bread, meats, and kinds of pasta that you “stole” away. You really don't consider it stealing because once again what's the point if they were going to just throw it out anyway?

When the kitchen light turns on, you don't have to turn around to see who it is.

“Sorry Rosa, did I wake any of the kids?”

“You know you can't keep doing this. It isn't healthy but no they're sleeping”

“Rosa Rosa Rosa always so judgy. You know that this place doesn't get enough food from the city for a proper month. They could give these kids food with mold based on the quality of food they receive and we wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

Rosa sighs as she helps you put away the food. Silence fills the room as you both get to work. You didn't realize how much food you took. Shit, this might even last them for a month and a half. When you're both done Rosa is the first to break the silence. “Let me get a look at you”

You turn to face her disengaging your mask slowly because you know she isn't going to like what she sees. Your right eye is almost swollen shut and you're almost sure he broke a rib.

Without warning Rosa sits you down and begins to work on slowing down the swelling of your eye. “Your mate would hate to see you like this” She whispers.

“My mate is dead Rosa and you know that”

“But how are you so sure? You should look for him one more time-”

“Rosa for the love of all things holy stop it! They're dead, okay my mate is dead. Don't you think I would've felt them by now? I was supposed to feel them at 15 but I didn't. We were supposed to find each other at 23 but somehow we're both still lost. My mate is dead Rosa and nothing can change that. I'm sorry I didn't get to experience the wonderful feeling of meeting your mate for the first time as you did but please stop pitying me for it. It's pissing me off” Silence coats the air once more and for some stupid reason, the quietness is making your thoughts spin out of control.

When she puts down the cotton pad you begin to grimace here she is trying to help you and here you are yelling at her. You’re glad your mate is dead, they wouldn't have to know how horrible of a person you are.

“I'm sorry” And with that, you activate your powers so you can disappear.

•°~°•

When you land on the rooftop you and Spiderman 2099 were just fighting at and you let out a groan. For a second you forgot that your powers can only take you to the place where you last were.

You decide to sit on the edge of the roof allowing your feet to dangle off. The sounds of the city below and the birds chirping are the only things to keep you company.

You know you're right. You know that your mate is dead. There's no other explanation as to why you haven't felt them yet. In all your years of living on this earth, you haven't felt them not once. No matter how hard you tried to reach them through your bond you always came up empty. Tears begin to sting your eyes as you think of how differently your life would've been if you had a mate. You wouldn't have to endure the years of abuse at your old orphanage, you wouldn't be the way you are now and so much more.

Mates are one of the best things that can happen to a person in this dimension. With a mate, there's almost a 100% guarantee that you'll both live a happy life. Well according to all of the articles online at least and to almost every other conversation you heard through passing over the years.

The 4 stages of having a Mate consist of:

Feeling them in your chest at 15

Fate allows you to find them at the age of 23

Acknowledging your other half

Sealing the bond with your mate

It is known that once both Mates acknowledge and find their other half it doesn't take long for them to seal the bond. The longer you wait the more painful it becomes and there's only so little that you can do to subdue those feelings. If one does not feel their mate by the age of 15 it is believed that their mate is dead. And if on the rare occurrence that one doesn't find their mate at 23(both Mates don't have to be 23 to find each other) then fate has simply made a mistake.

But fate doesn't make any mistakes.

So then why you?

Out of all the people in the world, why are you the only one without a mate? Is this the universe-sick version of a prank? Your anger is boiling over and since you're scared that your powers will spin out of control you raise your hand shooting out a bolt of electricity to the nearest thing that you see. You do it over and over again until your anger subsides. Until it feels so small that you're able to hide it within the depths of your mind again. Just waiting until it boils over as it does time and time again.

“Steven light up the pathway to home please” Your voice is quiet as you speak to your little AI companion. “Okay…is everything alright boss? Are you hungry? I can turn on the microwave since you have leftovers in there. It should be ready by the time you reach home” You don't have the energy to tell him no so you just nod.

Steven is a small little guy who wears glasses just like you who appears whenever you call. You made him tall so he's 6’4…well as tall as an android can be anyway. His dark skin makes his hazel eyes pop. Since you made him have a mind of his own he decided that his long hair did not suit him. Now he's rocking a buzz cut.

“Thank you, Steven”

“For what boss?”

“For everything…thanks for everything”

•°~°•

“Lyla, what's the damage?”

“4 billboards, 10 traffic lights, and a couple of trees. The roads are blocked hence the traffic and the angry people of Nueva York because they are now late to work” Miguel groans all of this is child's play with some messed up woman who doesn't know how to control herself. He wonders what your mate might think of you doing this you probably don’t even have a mate based on the way that you’re acting.

He felt his mate again yesterday. He thought it was the adrenaline pumping in his veins from the fight yesterday but it was actually his mate. You were really sad yesterday. He promised that he would not care about your feelings no matter how hard it would leave an ache in his chest—but he just can’t. Yesterday it felt like a ton of bricks were on his chest. It felt like you were suffocating. Miguel finds himself absentmindedly rubbing his chest as the orange screens illuminates his face. It’s been years since you broke him and yet he still finds himself looking for you in the smallest of ways. Whenever your feelings get too strong he roams the city streets aimlessly hoping that fate will pull him in your direction but it never does.

“Miguel yahoooooo earth to Miguel” He snaps out of his thoughts as Lyla appears in front of him waving a hand in order to get his attention. Dammit, he zoned out again.

“You’re thinking about her again”

“Lyla I created you to help me not to be a nuisance”

“Miguel all I’m saying is that there's nothing wrong with looking for her or him”

“It’s not a him it’s a her” He mumbles under his breath. “And how do you know that?”

“I don’t, but I’m sure it’s a her” He runs his fingers through his too-long hair. When was the last time he’d gotten a haircut? “Well I bet she’s really pretty and she has to be patient because she would have to deal with you for the rest of her life and I think she would be younger than you too-”

“Lyla” He finds himself gripping the desk.

“Oh! Would you think she has really long hair? Where would she even work I bet she has a cool job that makes her smell like roses and lavender-”

“Lyla…stop” Miguel can feel himself losing control.

“Actually scratch everything that I said about her being patient. I think she would be the complete opposite of you, more like fire and water red and blue oil and water. She would definitely know how to handle you-”

“LYLA I SAID TO FUCKING STOP” He yells using his fist slamming down on the desk the sound of things breaking fills the air and he could feel the blood trickling down his hand. He felt like he could barely breathe. He needs to get out of here.

“Lyla go to sleep” And with that, Lyla disappears and he swings out of HQ.

•°~°•

You're on your way to work because of course being a part-time Villian does not pay the bills you work at a florist shop in the morning and then you work as a chef in the evenings. The florist job you always had since you were a teenager and it just made sense that you kept it. For some odd reason, you couldn't part with it.

You hope your makeup holds up because, of course, you didn't get the sweet powers that can alter your appearance and make you look 10x prettier.

You got electricity.

And the ability to travel to your last location. That's probably the only pro you can identify with this power. How did you get this power, you ask?

Yeah no you don’t have any idea either.

They said you were found on the steps of an Orphanage a few cities over at the age of 10. And no matter how hard you try you can't remember your life before that. So not only are you the girl with no family, you're the girl with weird powers, no mate, and the girl who probably was an experiment gone wrong.

Isn't fate funny?

•°~°•

Miguel doesn't know where he's going; he's just walking around aimlessly as people pass him by. Some nudge his shoulder, while others clear a passageway for him. It's clear that even without his mask, people still fear him.

He's been out on the streets for God knows how long he needs to go back he has a job to do-

He feels you.

He begins to scan the crowd subtly asking Lyla to pull up a report on every woman who's in the area. You're here maybe even 1,00ft away but you're here.

His fucking mate is here.

He can feel a tugging in his chest as if the bond is pulling him towards you. After all this time, why now? As he continues his search he breaks out into a light jog. He can't miss this—he can't miss finding you.

“Miguel, what's the matter? Is it your mate can you-”

“I can feel her Lyla I can feel it” He hits his chest for good measure. “H-How is that possible, have you ever felt this before?” He tries to think if he has the only time that he usually feels a tug in his chest is when he's fighting. But he always ignores it because of course he would feel something in his chest he's fighting for his life goddammit.

“Lyla help me-”

“Ummmm okay okay, how is she feeling right now? Is she happy? Sad? Angry?”

Miguel slows down allowing his feet to come to a halt and he takes a deep breath. How do you feel? He closes his eyes and tries to feel you. Maybe get a sign of anything but he comes up empty all he can feel is that tugging in his chest and now it's stronger than it ever was before”

“I don't fucking feel a thing Lyla it's like she's not feeling-” He's cut off when his feet take a step forward on their own.

And then he sees you.

You're 5 '6, with dark hair, full lips, and a small nose. You're wearing a flowy blue dress with thin straps and sunglasses although it's cloudy today. He breathes in your scent and you walk past him.

Lavender.

How can you not feel him? How can you walk past him and pretend that he's not even there?

He doesn't even think about it and he's moving. “Miguel don't-” He grabs your arm dragging you towards him. He knows how this might look: a tall scary man grabbing a young woman in broad daylight.

“Don't ignore me”

“What? Dude I think you have the wrong-”

“Fate is never wrong mate don’t ignore me-” You struggle to get out of his grip and it only makes him hold you tighter.

“You're fucking crazy let go of me my mate is dead”

His brain doesn't even register your words maybe he's too upset or maybe he's just in shock. “How long have you been here huh? How long have you been ignoring me?”

“Miguel stop you're hurting her-”

“Didn’t you just hear me? Let go of me right now or I'll send your ass flying you big oaf”

“You don't have the right to-”

“Too slow”

•°~°•

You send a bolt of electricity to his leg and you swear you only meant it to be a little zap to scare him off but instead, you send him flying knocking him into the nearest wall. Well, shit.

Everyone turns to look at you and a few take out their phone shit shit shit you didn't want this. You don't even have your suit on and you really don't need people figuring out your true identity.

You quickly begin to walk away. If your powers are going haywire that means that Spiderman 2099 is nearby. Fuck you really didn't want to deal with him today. You break out into a sprint before the whispers can start. Needing to rely on Steven you ask him to find you a nearby alleyway so you can zap yourself back home.

•°~°•

He had you he fucking had you and then he lost you. Oh, the irony he wants nothing to do with you, and yet he's upset that he didn't get you.

His mate has powers.

His mate zapped him.

His mate….shit that was his mate. He felt you he felt the bond reaching out to you, he felt the pull and yet you acted as if you felt nothing. So damn disrespectful. How can you pretend you didn't feel the connection when he touched you? The tugging in his chest is gone but the image of you in his head still remains.

He has the answer to his main question: Where is his mate? But now that leads to a whole nother can of worms. Why does he feel the tug when he's fighting Spark and why did he just feel it with you?

Unless you and Spark are….

It makes no sense he touches Spark all the time and he's never felt that way.

“It usually happens with skin-to-skin contact. I'm guessing her suit is built in a similar form to yours so none of you will feel anything unless you don't have the suit on….or unless you're both naked. But you missed when she said her mate is dead”

He groans, placing his head in his hands as he begins to stand. “No Lyla no puedo mas—I can't deal with you in my head today” Lyla nods and holds her head down as an apology.

He takes a deep breath. “When did she say that?”

“The second you grabbed her. Her mate is dead Miguel you got the wrong girl” Miguel ducks into an alleyway ignoring all the whispers that are in his direction. His suit engages and he uses his webs to swing away. “But I felt her Lyla right here” He hits his chest again and he hits it hard enough as if to check that he can still feel.

“I'm so sorry Miguel but I really think you got the wrong girl” Miguel hangs his head down low as he swings back to HQ. He hates that it hurts. He hates that after everything you put him through, he's still trying to find you.

Fate is so stupid.

•°~°•

You arrived at work an hour late thanks to that weirdo on the street. Trust you understand that this dimension is solely focusing on finding their mates but did he really have to grab you like that? The loser left a purple and blue bruise on your arm. Just another one of your fighting trophies's apparently. First, it's the black eye, the fractured rib, and then a bruise on your arm. What's next, your elbow?

If you had on your suit—your shield, your protection none of this would've happened.

Although you usually give ‘Spark’ a cool down so you won't have them damn Spiders hot on your tail all the time you really need to let out your pent-up energy…yet again.

•°~°•

Miguel was a wreck all day; he couldn't focus on anything. Not the fate of the multiverse, not HQ nothing. All he could think about is his damn mate. Who she is, Who she isn’t. If she wants him, if she doesn’t. To be or not to be. He hates everything about this. Every second every minute if only he had a way to change this.

Once again like always he’s in his office staring at these damn orange screens. He created damn near everything that is in this place and yet he gets tired of seeing it each day. He’s glued to these screens he has no choice but to be. How many times does he have to reiterate the fate of the multiverse is in his hands?

“Boss Spark is out wreaking havoc again, remember she’s not your mate so don’t go-” He drowns out the rest of Lyla’s words as soon as he hears ‘Spark’ he's on the move. He almost knocks over Peter as he rushes out of the building.

“Miguelito do you need backup?”

“No! Don’t follow me she’s mine”

•°~°•

You're in Central Park shooting bolts of electricity at the trees. You enjoy hearing the branches crack and cave under pressure. The sounds of the wood splintering and the bark shattering form a perfect melody. It’s just missing something….Scanning the park you look for any nearby patrons and when you find them you send a bolt of electricity their way.

…………….

Oh relax, you just sent it towards the trees killing people is beneath you.

You take a moment to soak up their screams. Now that's a perfect melody.

You were already at Prospect Park but that trip was unfortunately very mundane. Central Park is bigger. You could get lost here and probably go on and on for hours and not realize it till every single tree is gone. The surprised sounds of the birds and insects bring you comfort. It makes you feel less alone. They are feeling how you feel at this moment, upset and confused at the disturbance life is sending your way.

Mate this? Mate that? Just shut the hell up already.

You’re about to send out another bolt of electricity but that bolt ends up ricocheting off 3 trees before it shoots through the ground. The ground beneath you begins to shake and cracks start to emerge along the ground. You turn your head away when you can’t keep track of how far it runs. Shit that wasn’t supposed to happen. Your powers aren’t listening to you and sadly you know what that means.

Spiderman 2099 is close.

Hereeeee comes trouble.

“To your left boss”

“Thanks, Steven” You move to your right narrowly missing a web 2099 sends your way. “Thanks for showing up partner I’m actually itching for a fight tonight. Why don’t you say we take things nice and slow” He ignores you and shoots another web in your direction he misses but he blindsides you by shooting another web from behind his back and this time it latches on. You expect him to throw you into a nearby tree but he doesn’t instead he pulls you towards him.

You send an electricity current through the web so it shocks him. When he's stunned you take that opportunity to run at him full force aiming a punch straight for his eye. And call it being petty but you hit him in his right eye as well.

What?

You had to return the favor one way or another. Right eye for a right eye or however the saying goes.

You move to kick him in his ribs and you catch yourself smiling as you hear a crack. Raising your fist to deliver him another blow you stop once you realize he isn't fighting back.

“Well, what's the point in playing if my food doesn't want to play? Fight me back” You expect him to raise his fist and shoot out a web, anything hell he could even scratch you with his talons but nothing. You look at him confusingly before flipping away. It's necessary to put more distance between the two of you until you can figure out what's his angle.

•°~°•

He can't do it.

He can’t hit you.

Not if there’s a possibility that you're his mate. He’ll do whatever he can to avoid hitting you. He wants to talk but you want to fight and there’s no way that’s going to happen unless he holds you down.

“What the hell are you doing? fight back! Don’t tell me you’re scared?”

He doesn’t get it. Now that he’s focusing on the tugging in his chest it feels just as strong as it did this morning. How can you ignore this? And why are you choosing to ignore it?

Do you not want him?

Do you not want a mate?

“Stop fighting me Mate I just want to talk-“ You groan. “Oh god, not you too what’s with it and the weirdos of Nueva York? Instead of you worrying about me “stealing food” you need to get more mental health facilities in the city. You guys are obsessed with Mates” Miguel allows his mask to disengage and he can see the shock on your face the second you realize who he is.

You let out a humorless laugh as you stare at him. “You’re telling me that Spider-Man 2099 is a weirdo who grabs women in the street-” You pause as if just realizing your mistake you revealed yourself to him without even meaning to.

“Fuck me sideways” You mumble under your breath allowing your mask to disengage. “So what, you're going to have my face plastered all over the city streets now?” He shakes his head no. “I just want to talk. We can't just ignore Fate you can't ignore the Bond”

“Shutupshutupshutup! Why can't I just go a few minutes without hearing the word Mate? As I told you from before, I don't have a Mate my mate is dead. I haven't felt anything at 15 and I still don't feel anything now you got the wrong-”

“So explain it to me why do I feel the Bond tugging me towards you? Just like this morning and every time I'm near you, I feel it right here in my fucking chest”

“I don't know-” Without warning he charges at you tackling you to the ground. Grabbing your hands and binding them together he manages to put the cuffs that he’s been tweaking for years on your wrists. It’s meant to conceal your powers.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Getting you to talk to me that’s what. After all these years you chose to ignore but no more you will acknowledge me I am your mate and you are mine”

“What you need to do is get off of me and get these shackles off you’re going to mess with my powers you dipshit”

“I will do no such thing. Stop ignoring me” He pauses as something hot lands on his face. He doesn't have to touch it to know what it is you spat on him. Miguel continues to say nothing as he stares you down. He thought you would speak to him but he guessed wrong. He's about to open his mouth to speak again when you begin to twitch under him.

Lyla pops up next to him. “Miguel something is happening to her. Her vitals are dropping dangerously. What did you do?”

“I didn't do nothing she is the one that won't talk to me”

“Miguel I told you already that you got the wrong girl why didn't you just listen to me” Shit did he really make a mistake? Your twitching becomes more violent; it's almost like you're having a seizure.

Now he's beginning to panic. “Lyla, do something to fix her!”

“I-I don't know Miguel she's dying. Quickly take the cuffs off” He follows Lyla's directions but removing the cuffs doesn't stop the twitching. Your eyes begin to roll back and your fingertips are turning black. None of this is making any sense, it's like you're being electrocuted from the inside out. He waits and waits and waits until you finally begin to open your eyes.

“W-What….did you do to m-me?”

“Miguel she's still slipping away if you're sure that she's your mate, you need to acknowledge her and she needs to do the same”

Angrily he runs his fingers through his hair. Lyla manages to broadcast Spark's information through a projector so he can read off your name.

“What…please don't do this….my mate is-”

“......I acknowledge that you are my Mate”

“You need to say it too. Say ‘Miguel O’Hara I acknowledge that you are my mate’”

“O-Over my dead body” Even on your deathbed you're still denying him what did he ever do to you? He can feel you slipping away through the bond and that scares him if he has to force you to acknowledge him then so be it.

•°~°•

He begins to grab you by the shoulders propping you into a sitting position. His hand resting tightly on the back of your neck. “I don't care what you want acknowledge me you're fucking dying don't you get that?”

This isn't supposed to be happening. How many times do you have to say that your mate is dead to this man? You could barely even think straight as you slipped in and out of conciseness. Is this really how you die? In the arms of your enemy claiming to be your mate?

It hurts, it hurts so badly it's like your bones are trembling within you. Your blood is boiling on the inside. You're not sure if you want to die just at this moment but you're positive that dying hurts like a bitch. Maybe you'll say you acknowledge him just to appease him since you know your mate is dead; this won't work. Hey, at least you'll get the last laugh.

“M-Miguel O’Hara I acknowledge that you are my mate”

…….

……….

…………..

Wait, why aren't you dead yet? Maybe death is just delayed running a bit behind schedule. All you need to do is wait for a few more seconds-

A blinding pain emerges from your chest, everything's jumbled, and your feelings are not your own. And there's a weird pulling in your chest but you aren't sure if you want to follow it. Slowly you begin to open your eyes and find Spiderman 2099 staring back at you expectantly.

And then you feel it.

And then you feel him.

You feel his worry, how scared he is.

Nononono. This is wrong your mate is dead you're sure of it. He probably just did voodoo on you or something.

You immediately begin to scramble away from him. “What did you do to me?” The second you're not in his arms anymore you feel so empty and so cold.

“It really is you—you're my mate”

“I'm not you're fucking mate reverse the spell whatever you just did reverse it” You can feel the crackling of the electricity in your fingertips it feels new, stronger.

He takes a step closer to you and you put your hand up. Goddammit out of all the times for your hand to shake, why is it now? “D-Don't come any closer”

He ignores your demands and continues to walk towards you. “You've been ignoring me this whole time, well your time is up you can't ignore me anymore”

“I said don't come any closer!” Without meaning to, a huge bolt of electricity leaves your hands 2099 manages to get out of the way but it crashes through 2 buildings. You almost let out a breath of relief when the only damage is a hole in the wall but then those buildings begin to crumble taking everyone inside of it. Screams and panic begin to fill the air all around you followed by the sounds of sirens and helicopters. You hear Spiderman cursing under his breath as he turns to look at you.

What the hell have you just done?

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