maddieautobot273 - Tumblr blog

maddieautobot273 · 6 days

Text

When I Am King, You Shall Be Queen - Silk & Cologne Cinderella AU

An AU fanfic set in the S&C universe - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 1: There was a girl

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC Spidersona!

Words: 2.1K

Warnings: PG for character death.

Summary: Dive into this alternate universe where Lisa and Miguel's lives are a classic fairy tale.

//////

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lisa. She saw things not how it was, but how it could be, with a little bit of music and magic. Her parents only seemed to influence that mindset, and to them, she was a princess.

Sure they didn’t have an actual royal title, or a castle, but they were the rulers of their own little kingdom. They lived in a cottage estate at the edge of the forest across town, where their family lived for generations. Starting as farmers and merchants, they raised animals and grew crops until in recent years they had branched out and found their own musical talents.

They still keep the animals, as they are part of the family, of course!

“Now, now, Ms. Hen, save some for the rest of us!” a young 7 year old Lisa laughed as she tossed some food out to the chickens, watching as the mother hen swooped in and snatched some extra crumbs.

“The coup causing trouble again?” A voice called out to her, and Lisa turned, the skirt of her pink spring dress twirling as she laid eyes on a woman with long curled brown hair and sparkling green eyes.

“Momma!” Lisa cheered as she set the bag down and ran for her mother. “How was rehearsal today?”

Her mother, Lady Kendrick, was a well known opera singer, deemed the best in the kingdom, and her father, Lord Kendrick, was an aspiring composer. Lisa from a very young age aspired to follow in their footsteps.

“Oh it was so much fun!” Lady Kendrick exclaimed as she knelt down and caught her child in a hug. “I was practicing one of your fathers songs.”

Lisa’s eyes beamed excitedly before a loud ‘CAKAW!’ noise caught her ear as she turned to see some of the chickens startle, losing a few feathers as a young, strongly built man narrowly avoided stepping on them. “Nugget, Clucky, don’t scare Mr. Stacey like that!”

George Stacey, or Mr. Stacey, as Lisa called him, was one of the staff that worked and helped keep the estate running. He was our estate’s guard, or loyal knight as Lisa imagines him, but when he wasn’t patrolling and protecting their kingdom from intruders, he was helping feed the animals.

“Are you alright, George?” Lady Kendrick called out to him.

“I’m fine!” Mr. Stacey laughed in relief as he set a bag of seeds down. “I don’t know how Lisa compels them to listen to her.”

“How’s the Miss’s?” Lady Kendrick asked him.

“She’s due any day now.” Mr. Stacey smiled proudly as he kept feeding the chickens. “Fingers crossed it's a girl.”

Lady Kendrick smiled brightly at their family friend.

“Do you truly think they can understand you?” Lady Kendrick asked Lisa as she turned back to her daughter.

“Do you, mother?” Lisa asked in response, a curious glimmer in her eyes.

“Oh, yes, I think they can understand and speak to us.” Lady Kendrick smiled brightly. “If we only listen to them. It’s how’ve looked after them.”

“But if we’re looking after them, who looks after us?” Lisa asked curiously as her mother sat down at the steps and pulled Lisa into her lap.

“Why Fairy Godmothers, of course!” Lady Kendrick booped Lisa’s nose, making her giggle. “They watched over me, and they’ll watch over you too.”

“Well, if you believe in them, I will too!” Lisa laughed with a proud smile.

Lady Kendrick invited Lisa back inside where they ventured to the hobby room where Lisa began her private dance lessons for the day. Her mother always helped her practice whenever she didn’t need to go out into town. Lisa was learning the waltz when the bells chimed from their small bell tower and Lisa’s eyes lit up as she shared an anticipating glance with her mother.

The ringing of the bells could only mean one thing.

“Papa’s home!” She cheered as she sat up from her mother’s lap, and bolted into the house.

Lord Kendrick was often called away to perform abroad. His music and fame were slowly becoming well known in the far reaches of the globe. Despite being overly proud of his success, Lisa always missed her father terribly when he was away, so it made their reunions all the more sweeter.

“Lisa! Janet! Where are my girls?” A happy-go-lucky voice called out from the front courtyard of the house as Lisa pulled the heavy door open.

Emerging from a carriage was Lord Kendrick, dressed in a fine navy blue suit with matching gray trousers and black leather boots. With tousled black hair and bright brown eyes, as soon as his gaze landed on his daughter, he knelt to the ground and greeted her with open arms.

“You’re back!” Lisa cheered as she jumped into his embrace.

“Oh, I missed you terribly, my sweet!” Lord Kendrick laughed as he stood up to his feet and spun her around.

“Where did you go this time?” Lisa asked him as he set her down gently on the edge of a fountain.

“Oh, the city of Rome. It was beautiful, you’d absolutely love it there.” Lord Kendrick grinned, a charming smile on his face, one that would rival that of a prince or even a king.

“Can I come with you next time?” Lisa pleaded excitedly.

“I’m afraid only when you’re a little older.” Lisa pretended not to notice as her father’s coach man snuck something into her father’s hand before he quickly hid the object behind his back. “But I hope this surprise compromises for that.”

Her father knelt down as he whipped his arm out, handing Lisa a beautiful crafted box. “What is it?” she asked.

“Open it, and you’ll see.” Lord Kendrick smiled, encouraging her.

Lisa carefully turned the lock before pushing back the lid and was elated when music started playing from the box. Spinning on a small dial was a miniature figurine of a prince and princess dancing together.

“Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly

Lavender's green

When I am king, dilly, dilly

You shall be queen

Who told you so, dilly, dilly

Who told you so?

'Twas mine own heart, dilly, dilly

That told me so~”

Lisa listened to the melody carefully and her lips curled into a bright smile before she glanced up at her father. “That’s the song you wrote for mother!”

“You like it?” He asked her, eyes beaming with pride.

“I love it!” Lisa exclaimed happily.

“In Rome, they call the music box, carillon.” Lord Kendrick explained with an admiring gaze.

“Carillon.” Lisa repeated as her father applauded her.

“Very good!” Lord Kendrick stood up, before suddenly standing up. “Have you been practicing since I’ve been gone?”

“My Italian or my dancing?” Lisa responded back with a soft chuckle.

“Both!” Her father grinned before offering her a gracious bow. “Mia signora, posso avere questo ballo?” - My lady, may I have this dance?

“Sì, mio Signore!” Lisa stood up from the fountain, offering her father a courtesy.

The two danced together to the melody of the music box as Lady Kendrick looked on fondly from the front door.

All that was, was as it should be. They were considered the happiest of families to love each other as they did so. But darkness could come to any kingdom . .

////////

11 year old Lisa sat nervously in her chair in the main foyer of the estate, sitting next to the door leading into her father’s study. She fiddled with the music box her father gave her in her hands, debating whether or not to open it as she didn’t want to disturb them in the other room. But she needed something to try and calm her nerves as she waited, and she had done a lot of waiting.

Last night after putting her to bed, her mother suddenly collapsed, becoming very weak. Lord Kendrick urged Mr. Stacey runs into town and brings back a doctor, and fast. Everything after that for Lisa was a blur, her mind blank as she barely got a wink of sleep after that.

It was the wee hours in the morning, and the sun had just started coming out by the time the doors suddenly pulled open. Lisa jumped in her chair, setting her music box aside before looking over to see the doctor emerge with his bag, her father trailing behind him. The doctor gave Lisa a sympathetic look with a firm nod, and Lisa knew something terrible was happening.

She may still be learning the ways of the world, but she couldn’t tell when bad news was brewing, and it was only then did Lisa realize that other members of their staff were anxiously awaiting in the main room.

“Thank you, doctor.” Lord Kendrick offered the man a firm handshake, his knuckles bone white before Mr. Stacey showed him out. He looked over towards the faces of his staff before turning to Lisa, trying to keep a strong front as he offered her his hand. “Come dear.”

Lisa stood up from the chair, the ruffles of her yellow flower dress, one of her mother’s favourties because yellow was her favourite colour, swayed with each step as she cautiously reached for her father’s hand. He squeezed it tightly, offering her a brave smile before he led her into the room.

Her father’s study was filled with instruments, his sheet music scattered about the floor and a writing desk at the far corner of the room. Near the window where sunlight beamed down almost angelically was Lady Kendrick, laid back on her father’s chair bed, a blanket draped below the waist. She looked gravely ill as she took slow breathes, holding her head with her hand as if she were fighting a vigorous headache.

Their footsteps were light as the pair approached Lady Kendrick, and her mother’s eyes seemed to shine a little brighter at her presence as her father held her shoulders firmly, yet comfortingly.

“Lisa. . .” Lady Kendrick breathed out her name with a tired smile. “I want to tell you a secret, okay?”

Lisa could see the tears that had swelled in her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, her fingers curling into fists to compose herself. “Okay. . .”

“This secret has helped me through all my trials in life, and I pray that it helps you in turn.” Lady Lisa extended her weary hand, and Lisa’s smaller petite hand took it.

They weren’t as warm as yesterday.

“Always remember; Have courage, and be kind.” Lady Kendrick proclaimed, her larger fingers curling around Lisa’s hand, squeezing tightly. “This is the greatest magic to ever exist.”

Lisa could feel her lips star to tremble, her eyes beginning to sting. Why was she saying this?

“You have more kindness than anyone can ever possess, and it can be very powerful.” Lady Kendrick implored, her eyes becoming teary again.

“It can?” Lisa asked her softly.

“Of course. Have courage and be kind, my darling. Can you promise me that?” Lady Kendrick smiled softly.

Something was definitely wrong. Lisa could feel her heart pounding in her chest, hear its being in her ear drums. Lisa nodded her head softly, words suddenly failing her.

“Good. I–” Tears welled in her mother’s eyes as Lady Kendrick looked over towards Lord Kendrick who looked equally as teared up, trying to stay strong for their daughter before her gaze fell back on her. She gulped for air, trying to shove down as much dread as she could as her voice wavered. “I must go very– unexpectedly, and soon, my love.”

That did it. That was all Lisa needed to hear until tears of her own started streaming down her cheeks. A soft whimper fluttered from her lips as her father’s grip on her shoulders tightened ever so slightly. Her vision blurred and every time she blinked to clear her vision, more tears were set free.

Her worst nightmare was coming true.

“Can you ever forgive me?” Lady Kendrick asked.

Lisa’s body trembled along with her voice as she managed a shaking breath. “Of course I forgive you.”

Lady Kendrick reached out her other hand and that was all the invitation Lisa needed to fall into her mother’s embrace, as she cried into her chest. The soft caresses from her mother did nothing to muffle her sobs as her father leaned in as well, engulfing them both in an embrace as he whispered pure love and devotion into their ears.

Through it all, her mother’s passing, the funeral, her burial, one phrase repeated itself into Lisa’s head over and over.

It’s happening again.

Lady Kendrick was buried in a private cemetery on the outskirts of town with her belated husband, and Lisa’s birth father. Time passed, and as Lisa grew up with her step-father, pain turned into memory. In her heart, Lisa stayed the same, and kept her promise to her mother. Have courage and be kind.

That is where our story begins.

But there is another who’s part plays an important role, and that’s who we’ll meet next.

////////

Leave a like or comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

#silk & cologne #Cinderella; AU #alternate universe #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #fluff #romance

9 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 12 days

Text

Silk & Cologne (57)

A Miguel O'hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 57: Destiny - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female Spidersona OC

Words: 2.8K+ words

Warnings: PG for fluff then slight angst, then back to fluff again

Summary: Lisa asks Miguel a question

//////////

“Miguel, this is ridiculous!”

Miguel had stayed true to his promise, or as I liked to call it a threat, of him carrying me around with him as he continued his work at HQ.

There I was clinging to his body with the small, prickling fear of him dropping me at any point in the back of my mind, despite the fact Miguel had reassured me multiple times that he wouldn’t. I could hear the smugness of his laughter, picturing his charming smile on that handsome face of his. I clung to his chest, my arms secured around his neck, my legs at his waist, as Miguel went about his work day as if things were completely normal.

“You’re ridiculous!” I whined.

“Oh, I’m ridiculous?” He snickered, the grip of his large hand tightening around my waist as we entered his lab.

Most of the afternoon wasn’t too bad, but him carrying me through the cafeteria as he picked up dinner for us had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my time here in the Spider-Society, shock, even my life. I hid my face as Spider-Chef made a kids meal joke at me, my cheeks burning and I couldn’t look anyone else in the eye after that.

“Yes, you are!” I huffed, burying my face into his collarbone.

Miguel laughed again as I felt him move a leg up and stepped upward onto the platform of his work station. It rocked slightly before beginning its ascent into the air. After taking a few steps forward, Miguel started lowering me and for a brief moment my heart fluttered until he set me down at the edge of a table, and leaned back slightly.

He gave me a good long look before dangling the bag in front of me. “Are you going to behave while I get the rest of my work done?”

I huffed with a playful grin, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not a child, Miguel, you don’t have to bribe me with food.”

“But you look so cute when you pout like that.” Miguel’s gaze flickered to a teasing glare as his head inched closer towards mine. “Mi princesa~” - My princess

My heart fluttered when he looked at me like that, and I could feel my palms sweat as I reached up for the bag and took it from his hand. “I’ll still take it, but this doesn’t mean I’m proving you right.”

“Of course not, smart girl.” Miguel gave me a wink and with a wave of his hand, summoned a horde of holographic screens around him.

I munched on my food quietly as Miguel worked and on occasion would pass him along some of his meal or drink to make sure he was eating too, not entirely consumed by his work. After a few minutes, the bag was empty and I was sipping the last of my drink when my daydreaming gaze strayed from looking at the insignia on his chest and went up to his face.

“What are you working on?” I asked him.

“Just. . . reviewing some recon reports.” He answered after a brief pause, his eyes never straying from the one screen he looked at.

At that point my legs had retreated from his waist, still at his sides, though now just dangling from the table as they swayed up and down. I took another sip of my drink before speaking up again.

“Recon on more anomaly sightings?”

“Among other things, but yes.” Miguel nodded softly as he swiped a screen away and brought another one closer.

The silence that followed was so thick you could cut it with a knife. A voice in the back of my mind kept nagging me over, and over again, begging me to just ask him. Something didn’t feel right. “This anomaly recon wouldn't happen to involve a lady with a red dress and tactical visor with psychic powers?”

Miguel stopped typing, and his silence was even louder than the ominous noises throughout his lab. He didn’t turn to look at me as he formulated an answer. At that moment, all I could think of was our previous exchange that one morning while looking out into the sunset.

“You’re starting to pick up my ques. I may not be able to hide stuff from you anymore.”

“You want to hide things?”

I swallowed, anxiously awaiting for Miguel to speak up.

He sighed deeply, shutting his eyes briefly after his iris’s flickered between the red and brown colour palette before he settled his gaze on me. “I really am that obvious, aren’t I?”

“You’re looking for Madame Web?” I asked him.

He nods. “I am.”

“Is it because you. . .” I could feel my heart ping with hurt at even thinking of the accusation, but before I could withdraw, the words fluttered from my lips. “Didn’t trust me?”

Miguel’s eyes went wide as his head reeled back briefly to process what he had heard. “Of course not, mi Mona Lisa.”

“Then why the secrecy?” I asked him, my grip on my drink tightening and for a moment I thought I was going to crush it.

“I just. . .” Miguel shook his head, trying to get his thoughts in order as he gently took the cup out of my grasp and set it aside, gently placing his hands on my shoulders. “I don’t like how she’s been so quiet since the Invasion. I don’t like how she hasn’t reached out to you again, and I know you’ve been wanting to talk to her. . .”

“Miguel. . .” My voice and gaze softened as I looked at him, feeling the gentle caress of his fingers as they kneaded my shoulders.

“I was worried about you, and not only that, but. . .” Miguel’s grip tightened on my shoulder lightly before easing up to caress my cheeks. “I wanted to reach out to her too.”

“You can’t. . .?” The sentence faded from my mouth as my brain processed what he had meant.

“I’m not like the others, remember?” Miguel offered her a small, sad, yet sympathetic smile as his thumb brushed up and down her cheek. ‘I don’t always like what I have to do. . .”

The others, as in the other Spider People, as in Peter Parker. They got bitten by a radioactive spider to get their powers. Miguel didn’t. He got his powers through DNA splicing.

“I’m sorry for pushing.” I spoke softly, and when I tried to lower my head, Miguel’s grip was gentle as he coaxed me to keep looking at him, his gaze soft as he stared into my eyes.

“Why are you apologizing?” He responded, a hint of pain in his voice. “I’m the one who should be apologizing, not you.”

He brushed a hand through my hair before pulling me into his embrace, closing the distance and standing in between my legs as his presence consumed every part of me, sight, smell, and touch.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” He asked me.

After briefly burying my face in the crock of his neck, I pulled away slightly. “Show it to me again? The spiderverse?”

Miguel pulled back completely, his grip delicately pulling me along with him as I was brought up from the table, standing on my own two feet as Miguel held me close to him. “Lyla, do the thing, and ensure we’re not disturbed.”

“Okie dokie, boss.” Lyla’s voice chirped up across the room and the low lighting seemed to dim darker.

I remembered it like it was yesterday. How a white light dripped down like water and sprouted a large tree and the branches of that tree stretched out and out into webs. Beautiful spider webs filled with life and destiny.

Miguel tucked a strong arm around my shoulders as I looked up into the multiverse, admiring all the different webs and the stories they told. Some bad, some good, though right now I was more leaning towards the good. I glanced over and I found my dimension.

“It’s beautiful.” I whispered, my hand squeezing Miguel’s.

The pulsing fluorescent blue webbing was vibrant, breathtaking to look at. When Miguel first showed me this, there were white crackling sparks stretching all around it. He had described it as my universe trying to repair itself and determine whether it would accept me as a real superhero, its own Spider-Woman.

Now, thanks in part to Madam Web, and our friends stopping the invasion, the white threads seemed to have meld with the blue, pulsing in harmony, and there were flashes of images within the webbing. Images of. . .

“That’s me-!” I realized, speaking a loud as I inched closer.

“That’s you.” Miguel’s own voice was soft as he stayed close, not being too far behind me.

The images showed me fighting Dr. Octavious, protecting Touga from Chameleon, fighting Chameleon when he attacked me in my apartment, my Spider-Man research, and the moment when I first got bitten by the spider. They also showed images from my past before I got my powers. Growing up in Toronto, losing my. . . dad, meeting Jin, and going to Korea.

It made me think back to what my mom had asked me about back at the airport, and something I had been thinking quietly to myself since then.

“Hey,” I gently called out to Miguel as I turned to face him. “I wanted to talk to you about something else.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked me, his arm tightening its grip slightly.

“Remember back at the airport, my mom wanted to talk to me privately before catching her flight?” I reminded him.

He nodded. “Yeah, what about it?”

I took a deep breath to compose myself, using Miguel’s body as an anchor to still me. “She asked me about potentially. . . flying over to Korea to visit the family, and. . . see my step-father.”

I could see his expression change suddenly. It was a fraction of a change, but it was there and it was loud. His eyes widened as tucked me closer, both arms wrapped around me as he looked down at me, giving me his full attention. “How do you feel about it?”

“I’m. . . actually thinking about going.” I stated softly, and my nerves seemed to settle a bit as I officially came to that conclusion.

“You’ll go see him?” Miguel asked me.

I nodded softly. Being there, sitting with him, mom, and just talking. I knew it had been overdue, but even the idea of it seemed hard, and scary. So I imagined someone else in that room with me.

“Will you come with me?” I asked him.

I could feel his body tense against me. He seemed to stare at me, searching my face long and hard. I was worried I was asking for too much. He had a whole secret organization to run, would he even have the time to come away with me for a few days, or longer?

But before I could back pedal and take it back, Miguel kept me in place as he said. “Yes.”

My eyes went wide and my body tensed, nerves going haywire. “You will?”

“If you want me to come as support, then I’ll do it.” Miguel stated, his lips curling into a small ghost of a smile. “I’ll ask Jess and Lyla to handle things while we’re gone. You’ve shown me so much kindness, patience, and have been there for me, so let me pay you back in kind. Lisa. . . you’re important to me.”

Those words, the fast few especially, hit me like a flood and it took all my willpower to not crumble in his arms.

“If it really means that much, I’ll go with you.” He inched his head closer, pressing a gentle peck to my forehead, “Okay?”

My lip quivered as I nodded softly. “Okay.

“I briefly caught the ending of your and Pav’s performance.” Miguel commented sweetly, changing the subject to calm me down whilst tucking some of my hair behind my ear. “You were wonderful.”

“Thanks,” I smiled softly at him. “Pav was really nervous, but I think he’s really getting it down.”

“I didn’t recognize the song. Is it new?” He asked me. “I liked the tune.”

“It’s been around since last year.” I nodded my head, eyes wandering as I rambled. “The melody is traditional Korean with a mixture of Caribbean sounds. The song in general sounds really pretty but once you learn and analyze the lyrics, it’s actually a song about overcoming a toxic relationship.”

“Oh.” Miguel’s pupils went wide. “That’s kind of depressing. Sorry I asked. . .”

I chuckled lightly, shaking my head to reassure him. “No, no, it’s okay. A lot of people still like it.”

“Are you speaking from personal experience?” Miguel asked me with a genuinely curious glint in his eyes.

“Personal experience as in I like the song or as in I can relate to overcoming a toxic relationship with a certain idol?” I rose a matching brow.

“I believe it’s the latter, but I’d say they are a certain ‘revolt' at the sight of them’ idol.” Miguel clarified with a mixture of playfulness and naughtiness in his voice.

“Ah yes, my mistake.” I giggled softly, rolling my eyes.

Miguel laughed along with me before he settled, his hands lowering to grasp my waist gently. “Would you show it to me?”

“You want me to dance it for you?” I asked with surprise.

“I was thinking. . .” Miguel’s voice wandered as he kept a hand at my waist, the other trailing up to my arm as he extended it out and held my hand. “I’d dance it with you.”

“Really?” I thought my eyes were going to bulge out of its sockets.

Miguel gave me a sweet smile, his fangs glistening in the low lighting. “Why not? It would help with practicing for Petra’s ball.”

I gasped, my heart skipping a beat as I squeezed his hand, inching closer to him. “Does that mean–!”

“I’m still thinking about it.” Miguel quickly interjected with a snicker, his eyes playfully glaring down at me. “Again, it wouldn’t hurt to practice. Not to mention, I think we have a pretty good stage setup, don’t you think?”

I looked out, watching the red and blue projections of the spiderverse hovered around us. Like glistening specs in a starry night sky.

“May I have this dance, Lord O’hara?” I asked Miguel.

Miguel’s smile morphed into a grin as he bowed his head, the hand at my waist gently inching me closer. “It would be my pleasure, Lady Lisa.”

His smile was infectious as I reached down to the music player in my thigh holster and scrolled through my playlist for the song before pressing play. The music echoed through the room as Miguel and I moved with the beat, and I was caught off guard with how smooth Miguel’s movements were. He remembered some of the moves he had seen Pav and I do, and when we came to a step he didn’t know, I took the lead and guided him.

“Where did you learn how to dance like that?” I asked him with genuine intrigue.

“School electives.” Miguel answered with a grin as he suddenly dipped me, his hand snaking up my back to support me. “Ever heard of a bachata?”

“It. . . rings a bell.” My voice pondered softly as Miguel gently eased me up before twirling me around as we continued our dance.

Bachata was a popular dance originating from the Dominican Republic. I remembered learning about it briefly during one of college dance classes where we had a semester about salsa and why people differentiate the two. Salsa was more fast paced, energetic, and playful, while bachata on the other hand was slow, and easier to learn in some cases, but it was also considered sexy and sensual.

I could feel it in Miguel’s steps, how he moved. It was captivating, and I wanted to soak in every inch of it.

“Maybe when we have a moment after Korea, I could teach you?” He offered, his eyes glistening as they flickered to match the shimmering red of the dangling webs.

Hypnotized by his gaze and flirtatious charm, I smiled. “Yes!”

“Good, it’s a date.” Miguel beamed proudly as he suddenly picked me up and spun me around once in one big swoop before dropping me to my feet. His smile never fades as I catch my breath. “Until then, will you have to pick up on your Korean again for the visit?”

I grinned back at him, my eyes glaring with a tease at his question as the song began to close. I struck a vibrant pose after Miguel twirled me away from him before he reeled me back in, getting down on one knee and catching me as I landed in his lap. I sang along to the closing lyrics as I reached a hand to caress his face as Miguel kept me close.

“Kkochhyang-giman namgigo gassdanda~” - There was nothing but the scent of a flower

/////////

Leave a like or comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

Tagged: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

#silk & cologne #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel atsv #miguel 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel o hara #fluff #angst #slow burn

9 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 13 days

Text

Another one for that self-indulgent set

#hubba hubba #i’m so 🥰🥰🥰#atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv fanart #miguel o'hara #digital drawing #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel

495 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 19 days

Text

Silk & Cologne (56)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC Fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 56: Support - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female !Spidersona OC

Words: 3K+ words

Warning: PG for brief flashbacks

Summary: Miguel and Lisa both struggle figuring out what to do next.

////////

Miguel’s P.O.V.

“Anything yet, Lyla?”

Miguel was scouring every inch and corner of the Web of Destiny, the map that outlined every link and dimension of the multiverse. After multiple attempts of waiting for her to contact Lisa again and interviewing multiple other Spiders he knew of who had interacted with her in the past, Miguel still couldn’t find any trace of Madame Web’s whereabouts. Before he was getting frustrated, now he is becoming increasingly irritated.

“Nothing,” Lyla shook her head in dismay before falling flat on her back, hovering in the air, appearing exhausted. “It’s like she’s a ghost!”

Miguel scowled, a frown on his face as he scratched off another sector of the multiverse, or as he calls it the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse, or the spiderverse as Lisa once called it not too long ago. The corner of his lips curled upward at the memory, but it was short lived as he deactivated the projection of the webs.

He watches as the webs retract and turn back into branches, shriveling back as the beautiful white tree that sprouted shrinks down to the floor and the spot flickers like a drop rippling in a pond. As it’s happening, one of Lisa’s questions echoes in Miguel’s mind and it only seems to fuel is irritation. ‘Why hasn’t she been helping you with all this anomaly stuff?’

He hated that he didn’t know, and he hated that he felt like he couldn’t tell her.

He hated that he couldn’t communicate with Madame Web like some of the other spiders could, because it reminded him how different he was from the others.

He hated how she hadn’t reached out to him, wondering if she couldn’t connect with him because he wasn’t bitten by a radioactive spider or simply because she didn’t want to see him.

Especially after their first and last fateful encounter just over a year ago.

He still recalled doing one of his gizmo test jumps. Stumbling into her hub, her throne room. He still got shivers crawling up his spine thinking about it, and that slick, thin, smile.

“Miguel?” Lyla’s voice plucks Miguel’s thoughts back to the present and only then does he realize that he had been squeezing his fists a little too white before he relaxed them.

“I need a break.” Miguel sighed deeply, turning to leave. “I’m gonna go work out, blow off some steam.”

/////////

Lisa’s P.O.V.

“Your muffins don’t have the little sugar cubes on top?” Spider-Woman Canada gasped, the eyelets of her mask widening as she slipped off her fur-hood in surprise.

“Did your Ice Caps at any point taste like peanut butter?” I asked her in turn.

“Um, no?!” She recoiled, hand over her chest. “Lord have mercy, what happened?”

“An American company bought the company and changed the recipes.” I shrugged in defeat before stuffing a Tim-Bit in my mouth.

“I think that sounds pretty tasty.” Hobie grinned over at me.

“Not when your nation is having a peanut allergy problem.” I retorted.

I was hanging out in one of the secluded gymnasiums of the training center with the usual gang. Gwen, and Hobie chilled while Spider-Woman Canada came by to say hi and brought me a little get well gift. A bag full of goodies and signature ice cappuccinos from her dimension’s Tim Horton's.

After Spider-Doc cleared me to walk again, I’ve been visiting HQ a lot more now. Although I have yet to be cleared by Miguel for active duty. There hasn’t been any activity from Earth-1997, by either Harry Osborne, Dr. Octavious, or any of their goons, but Miguel had been playing it safe these last few days. Incredibly safe.

As much as I was happy to be able to see all my spider friends on the regular again, I missed helping them out. I wanted to start going on missions again. I wanted to contribute to protecting the multiverse, Miguel’s glorious purpose.

One day, when Miguel lightens up a bit.

All of us were watching Pavitr as he rehearsed some dance steps as the music played softly from a boombox. I made conversation with Spider-Woman as I watched him, until he fumbled a step and huffed in frustration, stomping his foot. “I mess up on the same step every time!”

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay, Pav,” I reached a hand out, gently reassuring him as I stood up from my spot on the floor and approached him. “Run it by me one more time.”

Earlier today Pav texted me via gizmo that he wanted my help practicing a dance. It had come off as a surprise to me because as much as he enjoys music, I didn’t peg Pav for a dancer. Until he explained why he needed my help.

“I keep coming in too fast on the spin and messing up,” Pav groaned, anxiously running his fingers through his luscious hair. “I’m never going to get this dance right for Gayatri!”

Gayatri was Pavitr’s MJ back in his dimension of Mumbatthan. She was an honors student at their high school, Visions Academy, and was a well known teen model. A ‘classy teenager’ according to Pav’s description of her.

“Easy, Pav, try not to stress too much,” I gently soothed him. “Other than figure out that step, you’re still doing great, fantastic, even!”

“Can’t you just enchant me with your power and make me do the dance perfectly so I don’t embarrass myself?” Pavitr asked, pointing his fingers together like an innocent kid.

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a disappointing glare. “Pavitr!”

“I don’t know what else to do!” Pav slouched, appearing defeated. “The dance is tomorrow after school!”

“Why don’t I try dancing it with you so we can figure it out together?” I suggested.

“Please! I will literally get on my knees and beg if you don’t!” Pav clapped his hands together, pleading desperately.

“Alright, alright, let's take it from the top.” I gently patted his shoulder, ushering him back into starting position. “Gwen?”

“I got’cha.” Gwen reached for the remote of the boombox, restarting the song from the beginning.

“My man, you got this!” Hobie exclaimed, raising an encouraging fist to his young friend.

“Deep breathes,” I nodded in agreement as I glanced over at him.

Pavirtr smiled softly at me as he took a breath and then the music started to play.

[Lyrics: English translation of FLOWER by Jisoo of BLACKPINK]

Fingers snapping along with strong cords of a bass vibrated our bones as we moved.

“Eh-eh-eh-ehEh-eh-eh-eh~”

I moved with the beat, changing poses, and then Pav followed and copied me. I shot him an encouraging grin and then the two of us started to move in sync.

“A-B-C, Do-Re-Mi

I was as nice as that.”

Pav’s movements were so fluid and smooth. Whenever I’d be practicing my powers and sparring with him, I’d learn about his fighting style, a technique that is inspired by Kalaripayattu, an Indian martial art. He had great balance and synergy, all he had to do was practice and apply that same technique to dance.

“That’s it, Pav!” I smiled with strong words of affirmation. “You’re doing great!”

“That view has changed completely perhaps

This is also a side of me~”

Pav showed me some photos of the costumes that they’d be wearing for their stage performance prior to starting our dance practice. I noticed ribbons and cute flower ornaments on their hands and wrists, so I tried suggesting moves that made his body move more gracefully and to move basically with the same flow as the ribbon. Like a flower blowing in the wind.

Our friends cheered and offered their own words of encouragement, Hobie even snapping his fingers to the beat to help Pav stay on tempo.

“I fly away like a blue butterfly

It's all on you, you didn't hold on

Even the times that we were in full bloom

To me were a lie, lie, lie!”

As that last verse ended, our hands descended down with the rhythm of the words. Then when the chorus started to kick in, my footsteps were light as I stepped out of the way, allowing Pav to take center stage. Briefly, we were like ballerinas as we took our places.

“You and I, crimsonly burned down

I'm okay, would you be as well?

On a beautiful day without a single cloud–”

This was where the dance would really kick into high gear. It was also coming up to the part where Pavitr kept fumbling. I glanced over at him, seeing his chest beginning to rise and fall heavily as he took deep breaths to keep himself focused. Then he bowed his head.

“There was nothing left but the scent of a flower~”

We both shot our hands out, our fingers stroking the air left and right as if they were flower petals as our hips swayed to the beat. Then we sidestepped and twirled before reaching out and guided our hands in a delicate pattern as if we were holding and twirling a ribbon. When we made it to twirl again into the next step, I instead twirled out of Pav’s line of sight and knelt to the floor and watched him as he continued the dance by himself.

The young teen looked like he was glowing. He took the steps in stride, and when he did the last spin, he planted his feet on the ground, nailing it as he shot his hands up. There was a bright smile on his face as he registered hitting the move perfectly as Hobie and Gwen cheered him on, Spider-Woman Canada applauding while holding a donut.

Pav struck a pose as the chorus ended and the music faded.

“There was nothing left but the scent of a flower~”

We all cheered him on as the song ended. Pav had a bashful flush on his cheeks as he looked at his friends, and when his gaze fell upon me and realized I wasn’t dancing with him, the flush of his cheeks turned darker. “What are you doing over there?!”

“I was letting you have the spotlight.” I grinned.

For a brief moment, my vision flickered and I felt like I was back in the dance studio back in my dimension. I missed seeing Kasey, Hannah, and the twins, Toya and Touga. I missed dancing with my friends. I hated that I had to fake my injury for another two weeks to appear as a normal person without spider powers and an intense healing factor.

My vision blurred again and suddenly I found myself in the past. I sat in my practice uniform, in one of the practice studios of the idol company I stayed with in Korea. I looked out at the faces of the other aspiring idols and trainees. Some were smiling, others were sizing each other up.

“How would you feel about flying down to Korea for a few days? To see him?”

My mother’s question rattled my mind as I shook my head and I found myself back in the present.

Pavitr laughed softly as he rubbed the back of his neck, that bashful flush still evident on his cheeks. Hobie and Gwen got up from the floor and approached Pav, congratulating him on his practice. I watched them all with a proud smile, and then I suddenly got the urge that we were being watched as I looked over to the archway of the gym.

Miguel stood against the entryway, arms crossed over his chest as he looked on with a ghost of a smile. When his gaze landed on me, the smile brightened ever so slightly. He offered me a wink before pulling away from the arch and disappearing into the hall, most likely heading for his afternoon workout.

I hadn’t really seen him all day, and suddenly had the urge to follow after him as I felt an ache in my chest seeing him leave.

He looked stressed, the wrinkles on his face and along his forehead being more apparent than usual and his eyes looked a little tired. Had he been working more again? I should go check on him.

“Miss Lisa?” Pavitr’s voice snapped me back into reality as he stood before me, offering a hand to help me up. “Would it be alright if we did the dance again but can I record it on my phone? So I can look at it later for practice back home?”

I offered Pav a sweet smile as I took his hand, allowing him to help me up. “Sure thing.”

////////

Miguel’s P.O.V.

After running laps and lifting weights, Miguel was still feeling tense from his failed attempt at tracking Madame Web. He needed to do something more. So he started doing pull ups on a bar that was connected to a dangling ceiling platform a couple feet from the floor, and when he thought it was too easy, Petra, Cyborg-Spider, helped him tie a chain around his waist and wrapped a tire at the bottom of it.

“No pain, no gain!” Petra cheered with a deep booming voice.

Miguel could feel his body struggle a little as he continued the routine, feeling how the muscles of his arms pulsed, the veins popping. This was exactly what he needed. He got himself into a rhythm, taking it steady to not overwork himself but his eyes flickered from the spot he was focusing on the wall when he detected movement below him.

Before it was Cyborg-Spider and Jess watching him and his heart hammered when he took in Lisa’s figure as she approached them.

“Hey,” She offered the duo a friendly wave. “Busy today are we?”

“Boss man is really ‘pumping the metal’ as they say.” Petra beamed proudly, even going so far as to saluting Miguel. “It is inspirational!”

“Inspirational is certainly a word to describe it.” Jessica grinned as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“How long has he been at this for?” Lisa asked her.

“Up there? Just about 10 minutes.” Jess nodded. “He refuses to come down unless he’s drenched in sweat.”

“I’ll come down eventually!” Miguel groaned in a partial teasing and annoyed manner as he did another pull up.

“Old habits die hard it seems.” Jess shot a glance over to Lisa, rolling her eyes as she stepped away.

“Do you want to take a break?” Lisa called out to Miguel as she turned to look up and face him.

Take a break?

Take a break from the work out, or take a break from finding Madame Web?

“In a minute,” Miguel huffed, taking in a breath as he spared a quick glance down at her. “I’m barely breaking a sweat yet.”

“What did I say about you taking care of yourself?” Lisa gently reminded him.

Shock, I’m in for it now.

Lisa uses her web sling to yank herself up to the bar, grabbing hold of it facing Miguel whose face reeled back in surprise. “Dios mio, Lisa, what the shock are you doing?!” - My god

“You said this wasn’t challenging enough. So I’ll help you make it challenging for you.” Lisa grinned, her mind reeling as Miguel could see the gears turning in her head as she thought of a plan.

“What are you— Oy!” Miguel looked upon Lisa, stunned as she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, securing her grip on him by wrapping her arms around his shoulders for support.

His face blushed a light shade of pink at the sudden contact. Feeling her warmth clash of the heat that radiated from his body, feeling the way she clung to him. The icing on the cake was her faint smile and the tightness of her legs around his waist.

There’s a pulse of warmth in his lower body as Miguel quickly blocks out the ungentlemanly thought that was creeping into his mind.

“Go on, do a pull up.” She encouraged with a side tilt of her head.

Miguel narrowed his eyes curiously at Lisa before his muscles bulged as he did a pull up. With Lisa’s combined body weight along with the tire and metal chain, it did add more weight for Miguel to work with, but he was still able to relatively do a pull up with ease. His head pulled up above the bar and Lisa’s head followed suit on the opposite end. “Satisfied?”

Without saying another word, Lisa leaned forward and pecked Miguel’s lips with a soft and sweet kiss. His cheeks flushed and for a second his grip on the bar wobbled. Lisa’s lips curled into a smile. “Every time you do a pull up, I’ll reward you with a little treat.”

Oh shock, karma, the universe, whatever deity is listening to me, what did I do to deserve her?

Miguel’s face morphed into an eager and playful expression as his gaze sparkled, a cocky grin on his lips. “Game on.”

They were up there for over half an hour before Miguel finally came down. He kept Lisa secured with one hand, while he freed himself from the chain with the other. His lips tingle and more puffed than usual with a playful smile as he looked down at Lisa.

“You cheeky little minx.” Miguel pecked her lips again.

“Feeling better now?” Lisa asked him as she adjusted herself slightly, straightening her back. “You seemed a little stressed?”

“Much better, in fact,” Miguel’s smile turned as his other arm wrapped around her to hold her closer to him. “I’m gonna keep you right here with me while I finish the rest of my work.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, gasping a little. “Miguel, you’re not seriously–”

“Yep!” Miguel is already on the move as Lisa squeals in surprise, her grip tightening around her.

“Miguel O’Hara, put me down!” She laughs softly.

“In due time, mi Mona Lisa.” Miguel smirks as he carries Lisa out of the training center, not even bothered by the looks of the other spiders watching the spectacle as Lisa hides her flushed, embarrassed face into his neck.

A welcomed distraction.

////////

Leave a like or comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

Tagged: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #silk & cologne #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o hara #miguel atsv #miguel 2099 #spiderman 2099

8 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 21 days

Text

Hey everyone, I wanted to give you guys an update and kinda apologize for slow and lack of updates on Silk & Cologne. My muse isn’t the same as when I first started and would update almost constantly, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing it!

With more irl things and responsibilities coming up, those have to come first so I’ve been keeping busy with work, trying to save up as much money as possible because. . . My fiancé and I are working to save up for our wedding 🥰

We’re both working, he just got promoted to full time again after finishing school, and I am working (with 4-5 shifts a week) but part time and not as many hours so I’m searching for full time work.

What does this mean for Silk & Cologne? I’ll still continue to update and work on it when I can. I’m still sticking with my goal of updating it until BTSV releases which from what ppl predicting online could be late 2025-early 2026. With this new schedule, I’ll working on future chapters for Silk & Cologne, but I’ll also be working on side AU mini fics for fun to help keep my muse up so I don’t suffer through burnout like I did before, or at least try to.

The current AU I’m plotting right now is a Cinderella AU! I’ll try to cap it at 10 chapters like I did the Christmas special so they’re not too long. As for Silk & Cologne, my current plan is just a bit of catch up and a breather for the characters before I dive in to the first major arc of Part II! (SPOILER: Lisa visiting her step-father Jin).

I wanted to thank everyone again for the continued love and support for my work! We are inching towards the 20K milestone on AO3 and some of the most recent chapters have been my most active posts here on Tumblr! Thank you all so much 🥰

I hope you all have a pleasant day, Miguel Nation! ❤️

#silk & cologne #&&silk & cologne #&&update #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #thank you all again for your patience! 🙏❤️

6 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 26 days

Text

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

#why the heck not

1M notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 1 month

Text

Silk & Cologne (55)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC Fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 55: Dusk - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC (Spidersona)

Words: 3.4K+ words

Warnings: PG-13 for Slight angst (nothing too serious), very brief mention of teasing about a kink (it's not an actual thing here)

Summary: It's a brand new day in Earth-1218 as Lisa and Miguel navigate where to go from here.

////////

Part II

“If she finds out you’re keeping this from her, what she really is, it could mean the end of this beautiful world you both created in your hearts.” - Madame Web in the not so distant future

///////////

“Are you sure it was her ?” Miguel had asked me, his hands engulfing my shoulders, anchoring me to him as those piercing brown eyes of his as we stood in the darkness of his lab. “You’re absolutely sure that’s who you saw?”

“I’m serious, Miguel.” My gaze didn’t falter as I met his gaze, as his hands snaked up from my shoulders, slowly up to my cheeks. “It was Madame Web who unlocked my powers. What does this mean? Has she been watching me? Us ? This whole time? Why hasn’t she been helping you with all this anomaly stuff?”

“I don’t know, mi corazon , but promise me, if she ever contacts you again, you can tell me, okay?” Miguel pleaded with me softly as his thumbs brushed over the skin of my cheeks. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.” - sweetheart

I nodded gently, taking a breath to try and ease my worries. “I promise.”

Miguel’s face softened as he leaned forward, “Come ‘ere,” He wrapped his arms around me, embracing me close to his chest as I sucked in his radiating warmth. ”We'll figure this out together. I promise.”

Looking back on it now, I think that was when everything started to crumble. Starting out as a tiny crack barely noticeable. Until overtime, it wasn’t.

///////////

“Come on, let’s go!”

It was the middle of the night. Men dressed in dark clothing worked quickly as one by one they each grabbed and stored sneakers in the back of a large van. It was the delivery service backlot of the Nike store in Upstate. A new style of sneakers had just been released the other day, and they were all the rage.

Everyone wanted one, and I suppose these guys took it way too literally.

“Just a couple more and then we’re out of here!”

They nearly stacked the back of the van to the brim with nothing but sneaker boxes. If someone didn’t stop them, they’d surely make a speedy getaway, especially since they knocked out the patrolling security guard. They couldn’t get away with this.

There was a ‘FWIP!’ in the air as a blob of web fluid shot out from above, sticking to the robber closest to the van’s face.

“Come little children, I’ll take thee away,”

The webbing turned to gold as the hue glowed bright. The man collapsed to his knees before falling over and dropping the shoe box he was holding. Snoring quickly followed.

“Johnny?” One of the other robbers whirled around to see his friend fall.

But before he could get to him, another sling of webbing caught on his face now, displaying the same glowing effect and he too was quick to fall to the ground into slumber.

“Into a land of enchantment!”

One by one, the robbers fell. All the while dressed in a refurbished black and pink spider suit, I descended down from the street lamp slowly, dangling from a web.

“Come little children, the times come to play.

Here in my garden of magic~”

All the robbers lay asleep as I touched down on the ground, making sure to land on my good foot and not my, just on the cusp of recovering, sprained ankle. I looked around to assess the damage. No one was injured and I called it a blessing when I discovered that the robbers had disabled the security system.

Nobody would have witnessed the robbery, but that almost meant that nobody would witness Spider-Muse subduing them either.

“Nice one, Lisa!” Lyla’s holographic form appeared beside me, applauding me as confetti blew up around her. “A new personal best!”

“Thanks, Lyla.” I smiled softly at the AI under my mask.

“You’ve been getting a lot better at channeling your voice with your webbing.” She complimented as she fluttered about, admiring my handiwork as I carefully sat up the robbers into a little circle.

It’s been two weeks since I helped save my dimension from total collapse by Harry Osborne. It’s been two weeks since I sprained my ankle, and more importantly, it’s been two weeks since Madame Web gave me her blessing, allowing me to use my powers in my dimension safely. Madame Web. . .

My mind was still reeling from that entire counter. Was she observing my dimension through her powers like she was with those other dimensions I saw? Was she watching me right now to make sure I upheld my promise?

With great power comes great responsibility , or as Miguel likes to say With great powers comes great guilt .

Now I’m craving fortune cookies.

During that time whenever I wasn’t home, I’d be at Spider-Society HQ in Miguel’s dimension, training and practicing more with my powers. Miguel supported me every step of the way, and did his best to not be a constant shadow, but he was always there when I really needed him most. He and the others helped me practice my web slinging and how to properly land with an injury, and Miguel made sure I kept up on my workout routine.

Since then, my enchantment ability has enhanced, allowing me to enchant my target without needing a connecting web from me to their skin. I could also do it without needing to touch my webbing, but only in short bursts and doesn’t last as long. So long as I’m close by and the webbing could detect the vibration of my voice, the enchantment would activate. Peter B. took plenty of notes for me in my notebook too.

Since then, I’ve secretly been using my powers to protect my new home, New York City. Tonight’s case was a shoe robbery. I wish I didn’t have to hide it, but perhaps it was for the best.

Miguel and I had talked about it briefly after the battle the following day. If he hadn’t intervened with Project: Reset, the government would have eventually hunted me down, interrogated me, and most likely would try to experiment and dissect me. It was brought up briefly, but we didn’t need to go into any further detail if they got their hands on my gizmo.

As much as I agreed I didn’t want it to end up going that route, I wished I could have preserved my friends memories. They knew of my secret superhero identity for all but mere hours before Miguel had to erase them and every single person on the planet in order to protect me, my dimension, and the Spider-Society.

Miguel’s logic made sense. He knew way more about all this stuff than I did. He was a little older, a little wiser. I trusted him, and I still do, and so far he has yet to try and take advantage of said trust.

“I guess there was one upside to my idol bootcamp.” I used my webbing to tie up the robbers, making sure they were nice and snug. “Learning how to sing and dance simultaneously does have its perks.”

“I think we can call this a successful patrol.” Lyla grinned, arms crossed as pixel shades appeared over her eyes.

“I agree.” I smiled, brushing off my hands. “Let’s head home.”

As I was turning away, there was a loud bang as the driver side door of the robber’s getaway van was kicked open. “What is all that racket out there?!”

I froze, the eyelets on my mask widening as I whirled to see one more robber stagger out of the vehicle. He held a gun in his hand as he spotted me, his eyes darting between me and his friends tied up. They stepped forward, aiming their weapon towards me.

“What the hell are you–?!”

I instantly flicked my wrist, shooting web fluid on his face. “ Go to sleep please! ”

The webbing glowed gold and instantly, the driver fell on his face, fast asleep.

My heart was pounding as I exchanged a glance with Lyla who gawked at the scene, eyes widened and hands covering her mouth. “That was close.”

“Lyla, please don’t tell Miguel.” I pleaded gently.

“It will be our secret.” Lyla winks, a heart emoji over her head.

The following morning, news reports came out of a failed robbery at the Nike store. The robbers were caught due to them supposedly falling asleep during the heist and woke up police surrounding them after receiving an anonymous call about a disturbance in the area. By then, my webbing had dissolved and any sign of Spider-Muse’s presence vanished.

///////////

Miguel’s P.O.V.

When Miguel stepped through the portal and arrived at Lisa’s apartment with take out from Tony’s the following afternoon, he had expected to find her on the couch resting, as she should, doing whatever she wanted. Reading, watching a movie, playing video games, whatever she wanted to do to keep herself relaxed and occupied and not put weight on her ankle that she should be resting.

What he wasn’t expecting was for her to have a guest. Not any of her friends, not any of the other spiders. Someone he had mentioned in the past and now started to regret ever mentioning their similar interests.

“Hey, Miguel! Right on time, we were about to start another round!” Gabriel O’Hara grinned from his spot on the couch near Lisa, offering his older brother a playful grin.

Miguel glanced over at the screen. It seemed Lisa and Gabriel had been passing the time playing a game called. . . Fortnite ? Ah yes, that battle royale game. Miguel recalled Gabriel being obsessed with their dimension’s version of the game when they were teenagers.

“Gabri, not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed towards his brother before his tone turned playful as he leaned down towards Lisa, kissing her temple as he said to her, “I thought I told you I didn’t want to share.”

“Well I was getting antsy and I didn’t want to bother you during your meeting with Jess, so I gave Gabriel a call and asked if he wanted to hang out.” Lisa smiled sweetly, reassuring him with a gentle look in her eyes.

“Hey, Miguel, look! You got a skin in this game!” Gabriel pointed at Lisa’s TV screen as he recognized the familiar blue and red suit. “Watch me make you do the griddy.” He snickered.

Miguel marched over, setting the take out down on the kitchen counter before using his free hand to smack and grab Gabriel’s head. “I should make you wash out your mouth for putting my name and ‘griddy’ in the same sentence.”

Gabriel triggered the emote, and the digital Spider-Man 2099 avatar danced.

“No fear!” Gabriel proclaimed.

Miguel erupted, swearing in his native tongue as he and Gabriel wrestled. Lisa snickered, shaking her head at them. Careful not to lean on her sprained ankle, she got up from the couch and began to move around to the kitchen counter to unpack the takeout food. “Brotherly rough housing is fine, but I better not get a noise complaint from any of my neighbors.”

That seemed to get them to calm down as they settled, Miguel finishing off Gabriel with a nuggie to the head, messing up his hair.

“I just got this done yesterday!” Gabriel pouted.

“Well that’s what you get for not giving me notice that you were coming over.” Miguel sneered playfully as he walked over and got us all a plate. “You are so lucky Tony packed extra.”

“Food? Yes!” Gabriel’s eyes went wide with delight as he jumped up from the couch.

As everyone divided up the food, Miguel glanced over towards Lisa again, “How have you been feeling?”

“Good, great , actually, my ankle doesn’t even hurt anymore.” Her smile brightened, taking her plate of food back to the couch and emphasized her statement by starting to walk on it again, though keeping her steps light.

“But you’ve been–” Miguel started speaking out of concern, but even he knew that sometimes it had come off as nagging, especially now when Lisa interjected him.

“ Yes , I’ve been keeping it elevated while I rest.” Lisa sighed with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Even during your patrol last night?” Miguel quickly added.

“Yes!” Lisa sighed, her voice beginning to groan out of irritation. “I mentioned it in the report.”

Miguel brought Lisa over to HQ yesterday so Spider-Doc could take a look at her ankle and check on the healing process. According to him it looked good as new, but after Miguel’s insisting “Are you sure?” or “Does it need more time to heal?” Much to Lisa’s dismay, they decided to play it safe, and prescribed that they let it rest another day or so.

In this one instance, Miguel really did outrank Spider-Doc.

“I don’t mean to come off as nagging.” Miguel apologized as he came around to sit beside her. “I just worry. It’s. . . instincts.”

“I know. Does this mean I can at the very least not wear my cast while in my own home? Safe ?” Lisa asked, a hint of begging in her eyes.

“I’d say why not!” Gabriel chimed in as he slouched on the sofa chair opposite of them. “She is in pretty bright spirits today, Miggy, the best I’ve seen her scene the incident.”

Miguel glanced between the pair, and the second Lisa’s expression shifted to that of her infamous puppy dog pout, Miguel folded. He sighed, shaking his head with a defeated smile. “Alright, fine, you may. But remember to–”

“Keep the cast on for another two weeks while I’m outside of my home so my friends and family don’t suspect.” Lisa recited, lowering her voice to try and mimic Miguel’ with a teasing stoic expression.

Miguel narrowed his eyes towards her, mocking annoyance. “That’s not funny.” the corner of his lip curled up.

“I can do an actual funny one if you want me to?” Lisa grinned back at me.

“Not unless you don’t want another foot massage later.” Miguel playfully jabbed back at her, digging into his food.

Lisa huffed, a war brewing in her eyes. Miguel had started offering Lisa little massages here and there to help ease her nerves. He could understand that being cooped up in her home for days at a time, unable to move around or even dance was troubling for her. In that regard he felt awful, and wanted to do anything and everything he could to try and make it better.

“You have a feet fetish I don’t know about, big brother?” Gabriel snickered.

“Ay, not at the dinner table.” Miguel pointed his fork at him as Gabriel had a cheshire cat-like smile on his face.

All of our gizmo’s suddenly beeped before Lyla’s holographic form projected itself from Gabriel’s gizmo. “Sorry to interrupt family time. Gabriel, your presence is being requested.”

“Welp, duty calls then.” Gabriel sat up from his chair, pointing at his plate. “You mind if I take this with me?”

“Go on.” Miguel waved him off as his brother packed his leftovers in an empty container.

“Say hi to Margo and the others for me.” Lisa waved him off with a friendly smile.

“I will, and enjoy your massage .” Gabriel winked with a little too much flirty intent.

“GABE!” Miguel and Lisa both called him out, cheeks flushed.

“Whoops, look at the time, gotta go!” Gabriel scrambled as a portal opened and he jumped through it just as Miguel was getting ready to toss a pillow in his direction.

The portal closed behind Gabriel, leaving Miguel and Lisa to themselves in her apartment.

“Brothers. . .” Miguel grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

“You know you love him.” Lisa grinned softly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Miguel grinned back. “Tell me about your day. What did you get up to today, besides inviting junior chaos into your home?”

“Hardy har har,” Lisa mocked a hearty laughter before adjusting her posture on the couch. “I spent the morning catching up on my reading actually. I finished the last book in the series I was reading.”

“You mean the fantasy smut?” Miguel snickered with a playful look on his eye, offering her a side glance.

Lisa met him back with a glare.

Miguel erupted in laughter, setting his plate down in his lap before waving his hands apologetically. “ ¡Lo siento! I believe you’ve said the technical term you prefer is spice ?” He spoke again, using air quotes on the last word. - I'm sorry

“Much better,” Lisa smiled with an approving look. “Also, yes, it’s that series.”

“I take it the couple you were rooting for got together in the end?” Miguel asked.

“Oh, they’ve been together since the third book, that’s when they got married. The last two were them figuring out their new lives as a married couple while also ruling a kingdom and the M.F.C., uh, sorry, the–” Lisa was rambling on about her book, and Miguel couldn’t help but notice how her eyes lit up when she talked about it.

It was so adorable.

“The Main Female Character, right?” Miguel spoke up.

Lisa’s eyes seemed to sparkle. “You remembered.”

“Of course, and it’s kind of hard not to. Considering how much you brought it up the last two weeks.” Miguel chuckled softly, shielding his side as Lisa tried to swat him playfully. “You were saying?”

“Anyways, she finds out she’s pregnant with their kid towards the end of the series!” Lisa gawked in surprise. “Talk about a cliffhanger. I need a few business days to recover before I start a new one.”

“Well let me know, and I’ll gladly take you out to get one.” Miguel smiled sweetly.

Miguel knew full well that Lisa could just go online and order her books there, but he’d take every opportunity he could to spend time with her. If that meant following her around a book store and helping her find something new to read, he’d do it gladly.

They both resumed their dinner, eating in silence for a while. Finally after clearing their plates, MIguel gently lifted Lisa's plate from her hands and got up to clean them off in the kitchen. “Have you. . . heard from her yet?”

Miguel knew that it was becoming a touchy subject. For the last few days since the invasion of her dimension, he’d ask her once, every day if she had heard from Madame Web. She hadn’t, and was becoming frustrated about it, and Miguel constantly asking. Lisa fought it, not wanting to snap, something he knew she picked up from him, but she knew Miguel went well and after taking a moment to calm herself down, she politely asked him to refrain from asking her about it on a daily basis.

Now he only referred to the subject once in a while, and after fearing that the name alone may have added to the frustration, he reframed from naming Madame Web directly. She had been dubbed ‘her’ for the last week and a half.

The tone in Lisa’s voice changed instantly, her voice quiet as she spoke, “No.”

Miguel hummed softly as he finished washing the dishes, cleaning his hands before returning to the couch. “It’s okay, remember?” Carefully taking a hold of Lisa’s legs, he lifted them up before scooting back into his seat and rested her legs along his lap. “It’s okay.” His voice was calm, soothing as his hands gently patted the bare skin of her good ankle before stroking up her leg.

Lisa closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she leaned back on a pillow propping her up at the side of the couch. “I know.” Opening her eyes, Lisa offered Miguel a tired smile. “Any chance I can still get that massage, please?”

“For you? Anything.” Miguel returned the gesture as his fingers began to massage her foot, delicately slipping off her sock before digging into her skin.

Lisa let out a relieved sigh before sinking into her pillow. Gabriel was right. This was the most relaxed, and high spirited he had seen Lisa since we stopped Harry’s invasion. But it only seemed to leave her more questions than answers.

If Madame Web wasn’t going to go to her, then Miguel decided that he was going to go to her.

///////

Leave a like or comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

Tagging: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

13 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 2 months

Text

Silk & Cologne (54)

A Miguel O'Hara X OC Fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 54: Dawn - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female! Spidersona OC

Words: 5.8K words

Warnings: PG for injury and implied weapon of mass destruction

Summary: Lisa and her friends shut down the poral threatening to collapse Earth-1218.

//////

We all stared up at the portal in the sky, watching as it slowly sparked and crackled. It was becoming unstable. If it collapsed, would it simply be over and done with? It would go out in style and take my universe with it?

“What do we do now?” Noir asked, raising his voice as a large and loud gust of wind rush passed us.

“We need to figure out a way to contain it!” Miguel yelled back, using his body to brace and shield mine from the wind, or try to at least.

Panic rattled in my mind about the multitude of things that could go wrong. Even if we do contain it, what about the authorities? People would talk, ask questions. What about the national guard? The military?

Come to think of it, where are they?

A wave of guilt washed over me, “I probably shouldn’t have been too quick to kick Chameleon to the curb.”

“If you hadn’t, he would have taken me to God knows where,” Kasey shook her head as she glanced my way, her arms raised to shield her face from the wind. “You saved me, Lisa.”

“Don’t ever apologize for something like that,” Miguel reassured me. “In fact, I may have an idea on how to stop this. Well, two actually!”

“Let's hear it then before we’re blown away like leaves!” Gwen screamed, trying to keep herself and Touga from falling over.

“Lyla,” Miguel brought his gizmo up to his face, trying to scroll through the touch screen. “Remember Project: Reset? Back in the old Alchemax days?”

“Oh, do I!” Lyla grins as her holoform appears, rubbing her hands together like an eager grasshopper before cycling through the database on her personal screen.

“What’s Project: Reset?” I asked him.

I watched as a small portal opened beside Miguel and he reached inside it. He pulled his hand out, holding a strange looking sleek white baton. “Back during my early days in Alchemax when I first started, my old boss would have me occasionally work with the company’s R&D department. They were experimenting with a weapon that– with enough charge– could wipe and realtor people’s memory on a massive scale.”

“Sounds like a weapon of mass destruction to me!” Toya commented.

“It was, which was why I convinced my then boss at the time to shut it down before more could be made,” Miguel responded.

“Okaaay, but how does that help us with that?” I asked again, pointing at the portal as the integrity seemed to be getting worse.

“With the portal? Nothing.” Miguel yelled over the wind as he began to tweak and make altercations with the device. “Lyla, Margo, and Gabriel can work their magic from HQ and contain the blast, sending it directly back to Harry’s dimension and doing a number on his lab. At the same time, I can trigger this device to alter the town’s people’s memories so they won’t remember anything from the invasion.”

“That’s brilliant!” Hannah beamed, gripping onto Touga to keep still. “A little terrifying, but brilliant!”

“But what about everyone else all over the world that was watching the festival online or on TV?” Kasey asked. “They’ll know something is off if the people of New York suddenly act like this all never happened.”

“Remember the part I mentioned about charging the device?” Miguel recalled. His eyes scanned the area, looking up to the top of the Statue of Liberty, specifically the tip of the flame torch in Lady Liberty’s hand. “If I can get high enough, I can pick up the broadcast signal and transmit the wipe to everyone that was watching the show!”

“Perfect, let’s do that!” I exclaimed, eyes widening in relief.

“But there’s a catch,” Miguel quickly added, hooking his arm around my shoulders to stop me from blowing away. “I need to replace the memory of the invasion with something else-!”

“Like a fake memory or an actual event?” Noir asked.

“Definitely the ladder!” Miguel answered back in earnest.

“Like. . . like a canon event?” My mind was racing as I tried to figure out what new memory we could create to replace the one of the invasion.

I could sense the gears in his head turning as Miguel looked over at me. “Kind of, yeah!”

“We’re always saving the canon from breaking, so this will be a wonderful change of pace!” Gwen grimaced and pushed against the wind.

“So what kind of canon event?” Toya asked, his voice yelling over the wind. “It has to be something big right?”

Think, Lisa, think!

All of those people, in the audience and watching on TV, their phones, laptops, why were they all tuning in in the first place?

Then it hits me. How could I have been so blind?

“What about our show?” I suggested, looking out towards the team.

“The show?” Kasey repeated with more emphasis.

“Yes, the show. Our dance, you guys!” I exclaimed, my gaze washing over Kasey, Hannah, Toya, and Touga specifically.

My Webslingers.

“Everyone came to see our show, so let’s give them a show!” I fought against the wind with an encouraging smile as I took my mask off so they could see my face.

My friends looked at each other, silently debating what to do.

“But wait, you said it alters people’s memories,” Kasey spoke up, a look of worry on her face. “Does that mean our memories will be changed too?”

Miguel hesitated briefly as the eyelets of his mask drooped to a sad expression, his voice laced with apology. “The device has been altered to protect only those wearing a gizmo. So, yes. . . your memories will be altered.”

“Then. . . that means you guys won’t remember everything that’s happened. You all finally getting the chance to see the real Miguel. The real me. . .” The realization hit me as I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

My body suddenly felt heavy and limb. For a second, I thought I wouldn’t have to hide such a big secret from them anymore. I thought I’d be able to finally be my complete self around them.

I felt the grip of Miguel’s arm tighten around my shoulders, his silent apology plucking at my heartstrings.

“If by the odd chance this does work. . . might as well go out with a bang, right?” Touga shrugged with a contagious smile.

“What?” My voice was barely a whisper being carried out into the wind as I looked up towards my friends.

“Considering all of the crazy stuff that we’ve seen in the last hour?” Hannah gawked at her friend before sharing a glance with me and the rest of the group. “I’m in! I think this can work!”

“If Hannah’s in, I’m in!” Toya grinned, grabbing her hand before looking over at Kasey. “What about you, K?”

Kasey glanced between everyone else before her gaze fell upon me. My eyes poured into hers, pleading for her to trust me. She suddenly laughed, hysterical even, before waving her hands in the air. “You’re our friend, Lisa. Super hero or not. What the hell! This day can’t keep getting any weirder, right?”

I grinned in relief before looking over to Miguel, nodding my head. “Let’s go with your plan.”

“Alright, team, repair the stage as best as you can and get a camera set up. I’ll contact HQ and establish the signal at the top of the statue,” Miguel relayed his orders like the organized leader I knew him to be, watching as the Spiders set off to do their task. His gaze fell upon me and my friends. “Webslingers, do what you do best.”

I looked out to my friends, smiling confidently as I used my powers to leap for them, gathering them in my arms before web-slinging us closer to the stage.

“Gabriel, are you there? Did Lyla fill you in?” Miguel spoke in the background as he began running for the statue.

“Yeah, she did, but still struggling to believe it,” his little brother’s voice spoke through the com-link. “Project: Reset? Are you serious? You must be really desperate to whip that out all of a sudden.”

“Don’t start with me,” Miguel grumbled, muttering something else in Spanish that I couldn’t decipher, although I couldn’t help the faint smirk that formed on my lips when my friends and I arrived on the stage.

We quickly helped the others clean up the stage while they patched up broken and loose panels with their webbing. There was a lightning crackle like noise as I whipped my head up to the statue of liberty to see another portal open up just feet away from Harry’s portal. It was a portal from Spider Society HQ.

“Our portal is stabilized, Miguel,” Margo’s voice spoke up through the com-link. “Ready to go on your mark.”

“We’re just missing one more piece to this puzzle,” Miguel uttered softly in the com-link before raising his voice. “METRO! Are you still around?”

“Right here, boss man!” A new voice fluttered through the com-link as a white and black dressed spider swinged up onto the stage.

METRO’s spider suit had a black and white colour scheme that almost reminded me of the anti-venom spider-suit, but this one felt more personalized with a white spider necklace hanging low on his chest and a black with white spider webbing bandana wrapped around his forehead. The top part of his head was uncovered, giving way to his immaculately tailored dreadlocks of black and light aubrey brown coloured hair.

Wait a minute, METRO BOOMIN?!

“Wait, he’s a Spider-Man too?!” I gasped, eyes wide as I looked between him and the small speck of Miguel’s body clinging onto Lady Liberty’s torch. “But you said originally no spider-person could actually exist in my dimension!”

“That’s right.” Miguel responded quickly. “He’s not from your dimension.”

“Huh?” I gawked, my head trying to wrap around the concept as METRO quickly fixed and set up his DJ player and sound mixer.

“It’s true, Muse! I’d do the whole ‘Okay let’s do this one last time’ speech, but clearly we don’t got time for that,” METRO chuckled anxiously as he finished setting up. “I’m from Earth-101, I developed a psychic connection to my other dimensions personas. It’s how I’m here. Call me Metro-Spider.”

“O-Okay?” I wasn’t sure exactly how to respond to that, but I at least offered him a reassuring thumbs up.

“Okay, we’re ready!” Hannah exclaimed as she and the others joined me on stage.

Leave it to Hannah to accidentally leave her bag backstage with backup costumes for all of us in the event something horribly went wrong. Loose stitching? Fabric got ripped? Trying escaping an enemy anomaly invasion and potential dimensional destruction.

“Okay, Miguel, we’re in position!” I exclaimed through the com-link as I looked around the newly rebuilt stage, held together miraculously by our spider friends webbing and looked over as they each got cameras set up aimed towards us.

“Cameras are primed and ready to roll!” Gwen chimed in, attaching the reset adaptor to the camera and the little device blinked green, indicating its connection to Miguel’s wand.

“Here goes nothing!” Miguel took a deep breath. “But if this doesn’t work–”

“It’s going to work, Miguel,” I insisted, my gaze locking on to his body. “Trust me.”

I could feel our gazes locked on to one another, even at such a long distance apart. I felt a long caress down our bond, soothing me, both of us, as I breathed in and out slowly. In that moment my mind flashed back to when we danced together for the first time, he way he held me close, and when he whispered to me those same words I sent out to him through our bond.

‘Do you trust me, Miguel?’

‘With my life, Lisa.’

“Let’s do it!” I called out as I launched a web to connect with the webbing along the stage, my player syncing with METRO’s sound system.

“We’re coming to you live!” Noir announced with a signature radio actor voice, signaling us to start.

I suddenly felt a tap on my wrist. I glanced over to see Kasey had leaned in closer to me, whispering, “If you still want to tell us about the whole super hero spider thing after all this is over, just come talk to us. We’ll think it’s crazy, but I know you’ll convince us otherwise.”

I smiled softly at her, giving her hand a squeeze. “Thanks Kasey. I’m glad to have you as my friend.”

She smiled back before pulling away.

Music started to play, the familiar violins and drum beats fluttering our ears as my friends and I started to dance, picking it right up from where we left off before the world seemed to go to shit.

“I'm still fighting, I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feelin', like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up!”

I cast a comforting glance to Kasey who was startled at first, expecting us to start from the beginning. After giving her an encouraging nod, motioning for her to follow my lead, she immediately stepped up and danced in sync with us.

“Here we go!” METRO yelled excitedly.

“I can't find it in myself to just walk away

I can't find it in myself to lose everything!”

I closed my eyes, and it was like we were back in our dance studio, learning this dance for the first time.

We all turned, forming a circle as Touya, Touga, Hannah and I surrounded Kasey. We all reached our arms out towards her as she crossed her arms over her chest, something similar to the Wakanda Forever salute before flexing her arms down to her sides. As she did that, the rest of us dropped to one knee, kneeling as we bowed our heads to her.

Just like before. Just like we practiced.

“You’re doing great,” I whispered softly to them all.

“Feel everyone's against me, don't want me to be great

Things might look bad, I'm afraid to look death in the face!”

“One, two, three, LET’S GO-!” Metro-Spider shouted, a fist in the air.

That’s the signal.

I could hear the ringing of Miguel activating the reset device and quickly soon after, wave after wave of pulsing blue energy soared across the sky of the entire city, and with any luck, the entire world.

The beat dropped as Kasey then propelled herself forward, sliding along the floor. Hannah and I steered clear of her entrance. As we faced in her direction, Toya stepped behind Hannah and Touga stepped behind me, the boys hoisting us up to our feet and became our dance partners. The pair of us did a sweet waltz as Kasey was up front performing her own solo.

“I'm good now, who's really bad?

I choose me now, what's wrong with that?

Wish you could see me

Now, now, mm, who had my back, baby?

Know no love lost, good always will win~”

I looked up into the sky, towards the portal to Harry’s dimension. The waves of energy from Miguel’s reset wand and the counteractive sparks from the conduit portal Lyla, Margo, and Gabriel created fought back against the enemy portal. It started to shrink, contorting violently.

It’s working!

“Just a little more power and we can shut it down!” Gabriel’s voice rang through the com-link.

‘Finish it strong for me.’ Miguel’s voice purred through the bond.

He had said the same thing when we were fighting Isabella in Noir’s dimension, and I felt the same surge of confident, motivative energy as I poured my heart out into the last steps of the dance, my voice reaching out.

“Not done fightin', I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feeling, like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up!”

Kasey stepped aside, pulling up to the front of the stage as she and the others danced behind me. I was confused at first, but seeing her encouraging nod gave me the push to keep going. Together, I danced along with my friends as I sang the last set of lyrics to help me focus, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I'm still fighting, I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feelin', like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up!”

The enemy portal shrank smaller and smaller until it blipped into a tiny spec. There was a blink of light before the energy dispersed and sparkled in the sky like a giant firework. It gave us the perfect backdrop as we closed out the song.

“Can't give up

Can't give, can't give up

Can't give up!”

The music faded and the shimmering spectacle of the exploding portal faded into nothingness, giving way to the stars and the beautiful night sky. I took in deep breaths, my chest rising and falling as I lowered my fist from pounding it into the air with my finishing pose before my friend's dog piled me to the floor of the stage, their cheers and exasperated laughter filling the air. At the same time, Noir and Gwen cut the live broadcast feed and turned off the cameras.

“Holy shit we actually did it!” Kasey laughed with a beaming smile.

“That was like something out of an anime, oh my god!” Touga chuckled over Toya’s cackling.

Hannah hugged me tightly, her thin arms wrapping around me. “We did it, we did it! You were amazing!”

“Yeah. . .” I exchanged bewildered looks with each of them, the moment slowly processing in my mind before I reached my arms out to pull them all into a group hug. “I love you guys!”

I didn’t know why I was suddenly getting so emotional, but when my friends each returned their own embrace, I felt like my beating heart finally got the chance to slow down. Swift movement caught my ear as I looked up to see Miguel land near us on the stage, his mask evaporating from his face to show off his stunning eyes filled with pride. “It worked!”

“It did!” I beamed.

When I moved to stand up, I suddenly felt a horrible, aching pain in my ankle as I immediately dropped back down to the floor, whining in pain. “OW!”

My friends immediately backed away, startled. But Miguel moved in, kneeling in front of me but was careful to not completely overshadow my form and gave me room to breathe. “What’s wrong?”

“I think– I think I sprained my ankle.” I hissed, my hand brushing down to find the source of the pain before retracting itself quickly.

Miguel’s eyes looked me over, his eyes pleading silently before speaking, “May I?”

I nodded and watched as Miguel’s fingers gently, carefully skimmed down the calf of my left leg and as soon as his rough fingers brushed over my ankle, I bit my tongue as I held back a pained groan, fighting the urge to recoil from the touch. “That's definitely a sprain. You’d be screaming in pain if it was broken.”

“Obviously,” I couldn’t help but laugh as I shook my head. “Out of all of the things that happened tonight, this is what brings me under?”

“I’m glad it was something like this and not worse.” Miguel stated firmly, but a ghost of a relieved smile formed on his lips.

He carefully stepped around me before gently scooping me up in his arms, and lifted me up from the floor. He held me close to his chest and I pretended to not see Hannah quietly squealing at the action, hiding behind Touga as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Lyla tracked your home addresses through your phones,” Miguel spoke as a portal opened up behind my friends. “You’ll have another minute or so before the memory reset takes effect. I’d like you all to be in the safety of your homes when it happens.”

“Thanks for the free ride, Miguel,” Kasey grinned, offering him a salute. “We’ll see you around?”

Miguel offered Kasey a small smile as he nodded. “I’ll be around.”

“Good. After tonight, I think you owe us all a little group dinner night out,” She grinned, “You should come hang out with us sometime.”

“It could be fun.” I encouraged him softly with a soft brush of my fingers against his jawline.

Miguel chuckled softly at the action before nodding again. “Fair enough. My treat then, just set a date and time.”

“So. . . I guess we’ll see you later?” Toya offered us a small wave.

“See you later.” I waved back with my own smile.

See you after your memories are erased and you won’t remember anything that happened tonight.

One by one, I watched as my friends jumped through the portal. Kasey was the last to leave, offering me one more friendly farewell before following behind the others. The portal closed quickly after her departure.

“Lyla, what’s the status of the dimensional integrity?” Miguel asked as Lyla’s holographic form appeared beside him.

“Earth-1218 is slowly stabilizing, Miguel!” Lyla reported with a salute. “Margo and Gabriel will continue to monitor it for the remainder of the night to make sure there’s no setbacks, but all things considered, Project: Reset appears to have worked flawlessly!”

“So. . . no one in my dimension will remember what happened tonight?” I asked Miguel, staring up at him as the rest of the spiders regrouped at our location.

“No one, except for you,” Miguel confirmed with a nod before his hold on me tightened ever so slightly. “But that doesn’t diminish what you accomplished tonight.”

“You did good kid,” Noir approached, patting my head gently. “Real good.”

I smirked over at him. “Aren’t I older than you?”

“I’d argue I’m more mature and older in spirit!” Noir jabbed playfully.

“Okay, wise guy,” Gwen came up to his side, nudging his shoulder. “Do you want me to steal and hide your hat again?”

“The technical term is fedora and no!” Noir clutched his hat close to his head, making me laugh.

“Alright, alright, settle down,” Miguel coaxed the group to ease up with a cautious stare. “I believe our work here is done. Spiders, let's go back home.”

Miguel swiped his finger along the screen of his gizmo, activating another portal. The familiar orange and yellow swirls and hexagons were a comforting sight as Gwen started running a head.

“I’ll go a head and let Doc know to get a bed ready!” She chimed in.

“Thank you, Gwen-!” Miguel could barely finish his thanks before Gwen was already through the portal.

“Kids these days, they can never stay still,” Noir shook his head before running after her, disappearing into the portal.

With just the two of us remaining, Miguel looked down at me with a softened expression. “You mind if I bring you back? Just so Doc can take a look at you?”

I nodded softly. “That’s fine. I don’t know how a normal doctor would react if two spider costumed people showed up to an ER in the middle of the night.”

“Wouldn’t that just be a regular Saturday night for them?” He grinned back.

“Oh, hardy har har,” I mocked, rolling my eyes.

Miguel started walking towards the portal, his arm that held up my shoulders lifting up to bring me closer to his face. “All that said, I really am proud of you, Lisa. You were spectacular, Spider-Muse.”

I grinned back at Miguel, cupping his cheek. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Spider-Man.”

The look he gave me made my heart flutter as his eyes seemed to sparkle just like the stars above. “Come here,” he whispered, before capturing my lips in a tender kiss as we phased through the portal.

**********

“Oh I feel so awful for missing it, I just don’t know what happened!” My mother apologized profusely for the umpteenth time as Miguel and I stood with her at the departure gate at JFK international airport.

It was now the early afternoon the following day since the Marvel Day festival ended, specifically just over 12 hours since myself, my friends and the Spider Society saved my dimension from complete and potential annihilation.

Miguel’s plan with Project: Reset worked. After Spider-Doc looked me over and gave me some pain meds to sleep it off for a few hours, I woke up to check the news on my phone and for a second I thought I had woken up from a dream. It was like the anomaly invasion never happened, and all the news reported on were highlights of the Marvel Day festivities.

One of the bigger highlights was The Webslingers performance.

The firework-like explosion of Harry’s portal was played off as just that. Fireworks and special effects, which was why due to safety reasons, we didn’t have an audience physically with us. Nobody was expecting such a grand display, and as it turned out the animators and special effects crew working behind the scenes were so burnt out from the work that they “didn’t remember doing all of this but must have done it in their sleep”, and since then there’s been a call online to give their industry better pay.

Honestly, good for them.

When it came to my friends, when I first woke up this morning, the group chat was lively with reactions to our performance and watching the live playback. According to them, we had celebrated together briefly before we quickly realized I had done something to my ankle. They said they had seen Miguel take me to a nearby hospital and kept them all updated as they had their own little party back at the twin’s penthouse before returning home in the wee hours of the night.

It was only then did the memory reset really sunk in for me. They really don’t remember anything that actually happened last night. The invasion, Kasey’s kidnapping and rescue, fighting Oscorp with Miguel and the others, seeing my powers in action. . .

Perhaps it was for the best.

As for my mom on the other hand, when Miguel and I arrived at her hotel room to check on her, the poor woman was so frazzled. Miguel’s reasoning behind her fainting was due to a sudden episode, or at least that’s what the “doctor’s” had told him when he said he had immediately handed her over to the local authorities to be brought to a nearby emergency room and they had contacted him. She didn’t remember arriving back to the hotel, and so I had explained that after I got my ankle checked out, between her fainting and the medication the nurses gave her, she passed out, and that we personally drove her back to let her rest.

Speaking of my ankle.

“And your ankle! Oh, I’m just happy you had Miguel and your friends with you, dear,” Janet hugged me tightly, and for a second I thought she was going to crush me.

“Mom, I’ll be okay, really!” I reassured her with a gentle laugh as I attempted to return the embrace. “You’re acting like this is the first time I’ve injured myself.”

“I know, I know, it’s just been awhile, that’s all,” She shook her head, pulling away from me as she offered me an apologetic smile. “I know I can always watch your show online, but I would have loved to see the whole thing in person.”

“You showed up mom,” I took her hands in mine, squeezing them tightly. “That’s what matters to me.”

That part wasn’t a lie or made up memory. It was the truth and nothing but the truth.

“You’ll be alright on your flight home, Janet?” Miguel asked with concern in his eyes.

“Oh, yes, Miguel, don’t you worry!” Janet smiled reassuringly as she patted her fanny pack. “I’ve got my gravol with me so I won’t even know if I’m feeling sick on the plane as soon as I’m on board.”

“Or as dad liked to call it, the gravol haze?” I teased with a knowing look, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Oh hush you!” Janet glared at me with a playful grin.

There was an announcement overheard that a certain flight would begin boarding soon. My mom’s eyes lit up as she quickly checked to make sure she had all her bags with her.

“Oh, I should get going.” She sighed, grabbing her purse as she looked over towards Miguel and I. She had a soft smile on her face before she suddenly looked at me with this look of. . . longing. “But before I leave, honey, may I talk to you for a moment?”

My eyes lit up at the recognition in her words. Growing up I quickly learned if my mother ever gave me that look, she wanted to talk to me in private. Usually it was always something important, so I never kept her waiting. I should know, the first time she ever gave me that look was when she first told me when dad got sick all those years ago.

“Sure, mom, just don’t miss your boarding time.” I nodded softly before glancing up at Miguel. “Give us a minute?”

“Of course,” Miguel smiled softly as he squeezed my shoulder, leaning in to peck my temple before stepping away.

Once he was far enough where I convinced myself that he wouldn’t be able to hear our conversation, I stepped closer to my mom. “What’s going on?”

Janet was silent briefly, her eyes shifting as if she were choosing her words carefully. But when she spoke, she was calm and collected. “Would you feel comfortable if. . . if I showed Jin your performance?”

I could feel my nerves become static, my grip on her hands tightening. My pupils went wide, my eyes searching hers to try and find out if she was joking or not. But when it came to my mother, and topics like this, she never joked.

Other than her updating me on his therapy progress every now and then, I haven’t physically seen or heard from my step-father since I cut contact with him. Just over 2 years ago. But if she could update me on his progress, then I could just as easily update him on mine.

I want to show him how far I’ve come since then.

“Sure,” I nodded softly.

Janet’s eyes lit up in surprise, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor. “Wait, really?!”

I nodded again, squeezing her hands tightly.

“Oh, that’s great, sweetheart, I’m so happy to hear that!” She even bounced a little in excitement. “He really has been doing better. I think watching it will just be the thing he needs to show him how strong and powerful you are and how far you’ve come. Show him what he’s been missing.”

What she said suddenly made a lump form in my throat, tears swelling in my eyes. “Oh, mom. . .”

“I know, I know, I overdid it,” she grinned, pulling me into another hug. “There’s also one other thing. This one, you don’t have to decide now, if you need time to think about it.”

My heart suddenly skipped a beat as I pulled back, anxiously awaiting to hear what she had to say. “Yes?”

“How would you feel about. . . flying down to Korea for a few days?” Janet suggested, her eye meeting mine with a genuine expression. “To come see him?”

If I thought I was frazzled before, I definitely was now. “When?”

“Anytime you want to, sweetie!” Janet quickly reassured me, squeezing my hands. “Again, it’s entirely up to you, but I was with your step-father for his most recent session and his therapist suggested the idea. He believes Jin is about ready to. . . make amends.”

My eyes widened at that. “And is. . . Jin ready for it?”

“I’m not sure if he’ll know for sure until it happens,” Janet shook her head with uncertainty. “But he does wish to see you. Even just for a few minutes.”

My mind was racing as the multitude of possibilities swarmed in my head. All the things that could go right, or wrong. Why did it feel like one weighed more than the other?

Even still, there was this sudden burning sensation in the pit of my stomach. I met my mom’s gaze, offering her a small smile as I spoke softly, “I’ll think about it.”

She smiled back at me, holding me close. “Take as long as you need dear. I love you.”

Janet hugged me one last time as another announcement chimed over the speakers. She gathered her bags and I saw her off as she waddled to the security checkpoint. As I lowered my hand from waving at her, Miguel’s footsteps caught my ear as I turned to glance at him. “I’m okay.” I quickly reassured him.

“Are you sure?” He asked me with a hint of worry in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear from my cheek.

I nodded softly, leaning into him. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Alright,” Miguel gave me a tight squeeze, kissing the top of my head before he motioned to the side. “Let’s get going, and don’t forget~”

“I know, I know,” I rolled my eyes in an annoyed manner as I reached over to a pillar and grabbed the walking crutch I had left on the side while seeing my mother off. I hooked it under my left armpit, holding Miguel close with my right. “Do I have to keep this cast on for 4 weeks? Didn’t Spider-Doc say this could heal in half the time thanks to the healing factor of the spider powers?”

“Yes, but because of the reset, your friends and family don’t know about your powers anymore,” Miguel reminded gently. “So you have to keep up the façade of being your friendly neighborhood self.”

“Did you just make a Spider-Man joke?” I gawked at Miguel.

Miguel didn’t hide his cheeky grin and I caught a small glimpse of his fangs as he spoke. “Maybe I did.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes again as we stepped out into the main entrance of the airport. “Your–”

“An asshole?” He quickly chimed in, leaning in closer to me.

I smirked back at him, bringing my hand up from his hand to cup his chin. “My asshole.”

“No lo olvides, mi Mona Lisa.” Miguel's tone was flirtatious as his hand caught the small of my back, his warm breath fanning my lips before he kissed me in the sunshine. - Don't you forget it, my Mona Lisa

///////

Leave a comment or like if you wish to be added to the taglist.

Tagged: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

20 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 2 months

Text

Silk & Cologne (53)

A Miguel O'hara X OC series - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 53: Reborn - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara X Female OC/Spidersona

Words: 5.1K+ words

Warnings: Contains violence, some of it gruesome, near death experience and explosions.

Summary: The Spider gang sets out to rescue Kasey and save Earth-1218.

//////

Miguel and I made our way down the winding spiral staircase that led to the main floor of the island’s museum exhibit. According to Lyla’s scan, there weren’t any guards in the museum specifically, which was odd and a little concerning. The rest of them were patrolling the tunnels underground and the power generator room.

That has to be where Kasey is being held.

I was about to head for the security entrance when Miguel stopped me. “That path will be heavily guarded,” He pulled his hand away from my shoulder and I turned to face him as Miguel used his webbing to pull open one of the air vent grates on the floor. “We’ll sneak down through the pipeline,”

“I don’t think these blackouts will let me spider-crawl,” I grimaced in disappointment.

“Climb on my back,” Miguel instructed as he knelt down, motioning with his hand for me to come forward. “I’ll take us both down.”

My body trembled at first, but I sucked in a deep breath and buried any and all the nervous thoughts that rattled my nerves as I approached Miguel’s backside. His strong muscles tensed as I wrapped my arms around him before Miguel carefully hooked my legs around his waist as he slowly stood back up. Catching a glance at what he sees, it made me feel like I was the size of a small dog looking up at him.

“All good?” He asked, making sure I was secured in his grasp. I nodded softly. “Alright, Noir, the rest of you move in,” Miguel spoke quickly through his commlink before dropping into the pipes.

I hugged his backside as Miguel carefully crawled and made his way down, following the pipes deeper underground as his claws and talons etched into the concrete as he moved, carefully to not grab any withering pipes and have hot steam blow in our faces. He took a turn and at some point he was crawling along the ceiling and my hold on him tightened instantly as my pony tail dangled upside down.

There was a flicker of an ache in my head as I shut my eyes. Deep breathes, deep breathes. . .

“Almost there,” Miguel whispered softly to me as my chin grazed his shoulder.

We progressed further and footsteps below us made Miguel stop in his tracks. The eyelets of his mask flared as we both glanced down, seeing a pair of guards patrolling down the hall below us. As long as we stayed hidden in the grates and pipes, they wouldn’t see us. But now we were far enough underground to realize we were getting close to their hideout, and to Kasey.

Miguel glanced over to me, his eyelets narrowing lightly as I felt his voice echo through the bond. “We’ll wait for them to round the corner, then we’ll drop down.”

“Alright.” I nodded back.

We watched with bated breath as the guards looped around the corner, their footsteps getting quieter the further they walked. When it seemed like they were a safe distance away, Miguel reached down with his claws and carved an opening for us, catching the loose piece before it could drop and set it aside. Going down feet first, he dropped down to the floor, carrying me on his back.

“Noir, we’re in,” Miguel’s voice was soft when he spoke through the commlink of his gizmo. “Lyla, has Kasey’s cell phone signal changed?”

“It’s still in the same coordinates, Miguel,” Lyla answered, showing him a small map of the area. There was a big open room, with Kasey’s cell phone ping in the far corner. Noir and the other’s gizmo signals were in a hall on the opposite end.

“We’ll do a pincer maneuver, catch’em off guard on both sides,” Noir suggested.

“I can get behind that,” Miguel nodded as he set me down to my feet, his hand trailing up to my shoulder as he gave it a soft squeeze. “Feeling alright?”

I took in a few deep breaths, waiting for my vision to clear up and the room stopped spinning. “Yeah. . .”

“Here,” Miguel reached down to my gizmo, cycling through one of the settings before attuning it to almost full power. “Remember the modification I made for your gizmo?”

“The one that keeps my powers in check while I’m here?” I recalled.

Miguel nodded. “I’ve modified the functionality and increased the shielding levels. Save it as an absolute last resort, but. . . this should help protect you a little better if you ever feel you need to use your powers.”

My eyelets widened at the revelation, my fingers curling into a fist as he let my hand drop. “Thank you,”

He nodded back. “You’re welcome,” He raised his gizmo to his mouth. “Noir, we go on my signal.”

“Copy that,” Spider-Man Noir responded before Miguel cut the line, and he signaled me to follow him.

Our footsteps were light as we hugged the walls, going in the same direction as the guards we spotted earlier and following Lyla’s map. We came upon a corner, peeking around to see the guards keeping watch by a large door. That had to be it.

“You still have any of your smoke bombs on you?” Miguel asked me.

I nodded softly, reaching for my pouch as I pulled one out. I may not be able to use my powers without hurting myself, but that didn’t mean I still had other tricks up my sleeve. I looked up at Miguel as his fingers slowly gave me a countdown, ticking like a bomb waiting to go off.

3… 2… 1!

I swung low, tossing the smoke bomb at their feet and the pink puff of smoke exploded around them. They yelped, cursing at the commotion as they scrambled to figure out what had happened as the smoke began to encase more of the hall. Before they could even get their bearings, Miguel swooped in and knocked out cold, dropping their bodies to the ground as the smoke dispersed.

I approached their bodies cautiously, noticing some of Miguel’s webbing restraining them to the floor and had duck taped their mouths shut to muffle their pain agony should they wake up. I peeked through the small window at the door, scanning the room.

There were guards stationed at different parts of the room, and there was Chameleon walking across the floor. His very presence made my blood boil and I couldn’t wait to wipe that smirk off his face. Even more so when I see him approach a corner and my stomach dropped when I saw Kasey’s mouth taped and her wrists handcuffed to a pipe.

“She’s here!” My heart threatened to jump out of my throat as I grabbed Miguel’s arm.

Miguel gently eased me off of him, offering me a reassuring squeeze before he looked through the window himself, and spoke through his gizmo. “Pincer maneuver on my go.”

The seconds ticked by as Miguel waited for the guards closet to their door to turn their backs and begin walking away.

“Now!” Miguel yelled before using his spider strength to force the door open with a slam of his side.

“Shit, they’ve found us!” Chameleon growled. “Open fire!”

Another blast could be heard from the opposite side of the room as Noir led Gwen, Webslinger, and my friends into battle, each of them carrying a “noobie safe” weapon provided by Gabriel, as he liked to call them.

Laser fire erupted all around us as the spiders began to move into position. Like the true coward he was, I watched as Chameleon yelled something into a comlink he had and a portal opened before him and my blood turned cold when he started reaching for Kasey.

“Go, I’ll cover you!” Miguel shoved me forward, encouraging me to go.

He leapt a head, using his webbing to snatch and toss a few guards closest to me as I began sprinting across the room, running in zig zags to avoid getting hit by blaster fire. It was time to put this modification to my gizmo to use. Mentally preparing myself for the rush of pain I’d inevitably felt, I fired a web sling to stick to a large support beam on the ceiling as I swung towards Chameleon.

The pain that flowed through me from the spider venom wasn’t as bad as when I pushed Touga out of the way of Chameleon’s bullet, but it stung like hell as I whistled loudly to get his attention. “Hey, asshole!”

Chameleon turned to face me and before he could do anything else. I thrusted my free hand forward, firing a blob of web fluid onto his chest.

“Yeaaaa-aaa-aahhh!”

I sang a short melody, but it was short and sweet, as the golden webs shined and then vibrated violently thrusting Chameleon back and straight through the portal.

“You won’t rob anyone of anything ever again.” I snarled towards him just before the portal closed.

Soft whimpering caught my ear as I was brought back to the present reality and not my high of kicking that scumbag to the curb as he rightfully deserved. I quickly rushed to Kasey’s side, taking the tape off her mouth first.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Lisa? Is that you?!” She gawked, her cheeks stained with dried up tears as her voice sounded hoarse from her understandably and heartbreaking crying. “What the hell is going on?”

“A lot is happening right now, but we’re going to get you out of here, and I’ll promise I’ll explain everything when this is all over,” I rambled as I fiddled with the lock of the handcuffs, focusing on my spider strength as I crushed it just enough to trigger the lock mechanism and Kasey’s wrists were free. I pulled her up to her feet. “But most importantly, I’m sorry about our fight.”

Kasey seemed to almost stare at me in absolutely bewilderment. “You’re bringing this up now?!”

“I mean it had been on my mind lately, when you weren’t around, I thought you were ignoring me, and uh—” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. “Look, I didn’t really make friends since my hiatus from dance before moving to New York, so. . .”

Sympathy and recognition flared in Kasey’s eyes almost simultaneously as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry too.”

I wrapped her into a tight hug. “Still friends?”

“Well, we won’t be unless we get out of here!” Kasey yelped as she gripped my shoulders and pulled away from me, forcing me to look at the absolute brawl going on around us.

“Right, sorry!!” My cheeks flushed with a shake of my head before I grabbed her wrist. “Come on, I’ll take you back the way we came!”

I pulled Kasey along with me as we ran through the fire fight, the spiders fighting around us providing cover when they could. Even Touga, Hannah and Toya regrouped with us and ran alongside us for an escort.

“Oh I am definitely keeping this!” Touga grinned.

“Aw hell no!” Kasey shot back, eyes narrowed.

We nearly made it to the stairs of the door Miguel and I came through when suddenly another portal opened in front of us. I had the same colour hue as the giant portal outside and alarm bells along with my spider-sense rang in my ears as a cluster of Oscorp guards emerged.

Along with a man in a dark lab coat with a black visor mask that covered his face, and a metal backpack that summoned four giant metal tentacle arms.

“Well this wasn’t how I wanted our first encounter to go,” The man spoke, his voice synthesized by the mask.

Dr. Octavious of Earth-1997.

His arms suddenly extended, violently shoving my friends away from me and into the middle of the firefight.

“No!” I screamed, moving to reach for them until one of his metal arms wrapped around me tightly like an eel slithering on its prey. “Miguel!”

Miguel had taken down a trio of guards in one fell swoop when he heard my cry. He looked over in my direction and the eyelets of his mask flashed with worry. “Let her go!”

His yell, followed by his almost animal like leap caught the attention of the other spiders, as they all broke apart from their own fights to join Miguel, as they all leapt for Dr. Octavious.

“My apologies, my quarrel isn’t with you Spiders,” Dr. Octavious launched a series of disc like drones and they summoned a laser grid, cutting and blocking off the room in half. The Spiders were trapped on one side, while Dr. Octavious and I were caught in the other as his tentacles around my body squeezed me tightly, causing me to try out before dropping me like a ragdoll. “It’s with this fake.”

“You don’t know anything about me-!” I coughed, fighting to stand.

“You. Are. Nothing!” Dr. Octavious bellowed and with a swing of his tentacles, he struck me down hard onto the ground.

For a moment, my body went limp and I swore I could feel bones cracking. My ears were ringing as I fought to keep my eyes open. My movements were slow as I forced myself to get up, the concrete crumbling underneath me as I pulled myself out of a small crater. I felt like I was falling apart, bit by bit as I dug deep and harnessed what I had of my powers as I tried to shoot a web from my wrist. But all I felt was pain, excruciating pain.

I glanced down at my wrist and my eyes went wide, my mouth dry as I found my gizmo cracked and broken, the screen short circuiting. Without the gizmo to shield me, the pain I felt from unleashing my powers in the short spurts I could manage came rushing over my body like a flood and the horrendous ache I felt amplified. It took everything in me to silence my cries, to try and not give Dr. Octavious the satisfaction of putting me through hell.

Voices were muffled behind me, along with the sounds of banging and crashing as I glanced over my shoulder. I found Miguel attempting to claw his way through the barrier Octavious had made, the rest of the Spiders and my friends making their own attempts to chip away at it to get to me. More Oscorp grunts were summoned as they slowly began to close in from behind them.

If I didn’t do something, my friends, my world, could be destroyed.

“Now be a good girl and surrender yourself to us. You do that, and your universe will be spared.” Dr. Octavious extended his hand towards me, with his two upper tentacles reaching forward alongside them.

“Shut. . . up. . .” My blood was boiling as I put every ounce of strength I had to pull myself up to my knees and spit at his feet in disgust. I glared daggers at him, staring right into his soul. “I’d never surrender to you.”

No reaction. He didn’t even recoil.

“A shame,” He tilted his head to the side.

His tentacles reeled back, preparing a punch and my body tensed, bracing for the impact. They launched forward and I fought to keep myself from shutting my eyes, to keep my gaze locked on Dr. Octavious’ face as I heard Miguel scream my name behind me. ‘I’m sorry’ I spoke through the bond, hoping my message would reach him.

There was a bright light and for a split second I thought my life was going to flash before my eyes.

The punch never came.

“Lisa Kendrick.”

This voice. It wasn’t Dr. Octavious. It wasn’t even a man’s voice for that matter.

I opened my eyes and found myself no longer in the underground tunnels of the Statue of Liberty. I wasn’t even so sure I was in New York anymore, or my dimension for that matter. My mind was utterly lost as I took in my surroundings.

Here I was kneeling on a large rocky platform, held up by a series of webs that seemed to stretch out into the void. Various patches and open slots of the webbing acted as little screens, replaying various moments from different dimensions of. . . that world’s Spider-Man. My gaze turned and my eyes fell before a black throne.

The same throne I had seen in my panic attack just mere minutes ago, and sitting on that throne was the same woman in the red visor and long dress. It was as if a door had opened in my mind, revealing a light at the other end. I’ve seen her from somewhere before.

“You have a choice to make it.”

Was it really who I thought it was?

‘Miguel? Can you hear me?’

“He can’t reach you here, dear, and neither can you,” Madame Web spoke calmly.

I’m sorry. Madame shocking Web?!

I suddenly felt hilariously underdressed as I looked down at my tattered spider-suit as I managed to pull myself up from my knees, brushing myself off as I never strayed my gaze from her. “You brought me here?”

“In record time too,” A ghost of a smile formed on my lips.

I could sense the power coursing through it as my spider-sense registered her presence. The red and blue aura hovered over her mind as she tilted her chin down, as if sensing my own spider-sense. I could feel it radiating from her; She was powerful.

“Why am I here?” I asked her.

“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?” The corners of her lips curled.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and with a wave of her hand, the webs shifted, moved to comb around us like a cocoon. More. . . memories played back along the webbings. My memories of training with the other spiders, fighting anomalies, swinging through Nueva York with Miguel, and now. . . the battle in my New York at the Statue of Liberty.

The moment where Dr. Octavious threw his metal tentacle forward to draw forth the killing blow. It might as well have been a painting because it looked like that moment in time seemed frozen. Nobody was moving. Did Madame Web freeze time somehow?

“Is this really happening?” My eyes fell upon her once again.

“If you allow it to,” Madame Web nodded.

She emerged from her throne, standing gracefully as she slowly descended down the steps towards me. Her silver white hair was tied back in a tight knit bun, her visor covering the top half of her face, giving way to pale skin and rosy pink lips. Madam Web almost seemed to glide as she approached me and I suddenly felt really intimidated, and maybe a little scared.

“Are you going to take Dr. Octavious’ threats to heart?” Her look seemed to narrow as she looked down towards me. “Or are you going to fight.”

My own eyes narrowed back as I placed a hand over my heart. “I want to fight. Fight to protect my friends, my family, and my world.”

“If that is your desire,” Madame Web extended a hand towards me. “I will make it so.”

My heart was pounding so loud, I swear it felt like my eardrums were vibrating. My hand slowly inched closer and closer until it brushed along Madame Web’s smooth skin, grasping her own. We both held hands and she inched closer and my head began to pulse.

“Deep breaths now, and focus.” She commanded.

I did as she asked, taking a breath and closing my eyes. I could feel her psychic powers enter my mind. I felt as if I was expanding, opening more doors, unlocking a cage that was entrapped within me, and I suddenly felt. . . free. A surge of warmth coursed through me and I opened my eyes to see a golden hue surrounding me and my wounds had healed.

“You are reborn, Spider-Muse,” Madame Web smiled. “Use your power wisely.”

With great power comes great responsibility.

“I will,” I nodded softly with a determined smile. “I promise.”

Madame Web stepped back and waved her hand. I looked up to see a golden portal hovering above us, the shapes and texture reminding me a lot of Miguel’s gizmo portals. We shared one more look at each other before she beckoned me to go. I shot a web sling up into the portal and I couldn’t help the smile that curled on my lips when I didn’t feel any pain.

I leaped into the portal, soaring into the blinding light.

**********

“A shame,” Dr. Octavious tilted his head to the side.

I caught the punch with my hand.

I could feel my friends registering my new source of power through the spider-sense, a brush of pride twinkled down my mind. The metal collided with a bang and I felt a rush of stinging pain course down my arm, but I fought off the pain, grinding my teeth together as I slowly inched up to my feet. There was a flicker of shock in the Dr.’s facial expression, the optics of his mask glimmering.

“Impossible!” Dr. Octavious barked, his voice filled with fury.

“You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t do!” I shot back. I fired a web sling with my free hand, as it hooked around two more of his tentacles and I pulled on the string as hard as I could. The Dr. collapsed to the ground, his one remaining metal arm staggering for leverage.

I could hear my friends cheer for me as I dared a step closer towards the good doctor.

“My name is Lisa Kendrick,” I panted, glaring daggers at Dr. Octavious. With my free hand, I slapped my hand onto the tentacle I had caught and activated my webbing, watching as it streaked up the metal arm and latched on to his face. “I was bitten by a radioactive spider–”

Using my new found strength, I shoved Dr. Octavious away from me and right through a wall. The cement blocks crumbled, the rubble toppling him as he gathered himself to shake off the hit. I whirled around, taking down the drones that held up the laser grid and freed my friends from the trap. Trembling in their boots, the Oscorp guards nervously staggered back as Gwen and the others rushed to take them down, while Miguel ran for my side.

“–And for the past month and a half,” I squared my shoulders as I reached down towards my music player, sensing Miguel’s movement as he began firing webbing all over the room, interconnecting with my own as Dr. Octavious staggered back to meet my gaze. “I’ve been this dimension’s one and only, Spider-Muse.”

I pressed play.

[Lyrics: English translation of Usseewa by Ado]

“Show me right and wrong

All of your stupid wants–!”

One by one the webs began to glow, and I had never been more happy to see their golden hue as I stepped back, lifting a foot into Miguel’s hand. He reached down deep before with a heavy heave, he threw me into the air.

“Give me your best and I'll show you scum where you belong!”

The beat kicked in as the webs around Dr. Octavious exploded in a ball of fire, erupting and caving a hole in the ceiling as the doctor was blasted through, flying back out into the surface world and at the foot of the giant Lady Liberty. I immediately swung after him, and I knew Miguel and the others weren’t far behind me, as they fought alongside me, creating more webbing for me as I skated and danced on it like ice while avoiding Dr. Octavious’ attacks.

“Yes, I’m the pillar of a moral code

So no, I’ll be peaceful when it comes to blows

Pen sharper yet than both the gun and sword

I'll shoot you with my words, to battle we go~”

I channeled webbing onto my fists, creating little empowered gloves like I did during my first sparring match with Miguel. It only seemed like yesterday, and I learned so much since that point on. Some of my webbing that remained on Dr. Octavious’ face had left him in a daze as I swooped in, and sucker punched him in the face.

That seemed to knock him out of his trance as he snarled angrily and tried to swing one of his metal arms at me, but quickly realized that they were stuck together in more webbing. He cursed under his breath as he resorted to hand to hand combat. He fought like a well trained boxer, and was giving me a run for my money, but I wouldn’t back down either.

“Oh my, did that sound so deranged?

I’m sorry, let me change~”

I ducked down, spin kicking his legs as he toppled backwards right into Miguel who scratched at his backpack, damaging the hardwire that seemed to control the navigation of his metal arms. Dr. Octivous growled as he exchanged looks between the two of us, debating who to strike at first. Whenever he wasn’t focused on Miguel, he would take a swing at me.

“I don't know who, but someone’s gotta take the blame

Stuck in a daze and I can't recover, mayday...!”

I knelt down, placing my palm down on the webbed platform Dr. Octavious was on.

“Oh, what a shame, see–”

It vanished beneath his feet as he began to free fall back down to the surface below. I offered Miguel a wink as I did so before falling after the villain.

“Surfing the mainstream, the news in your veins~”

I shot a web sling at his feet, yanking myself closer as I latched on to his body and began using my webbing to wrap him in a cocoon from his boots up to his shoulders.

‘Stock-prices failing, while work wastes away~”

Using my enchantment, I slapped a lob of webbing onto his face and put him to sleep. I glanced down, seeing a cluster of the remaining Oscorp guards gathered around a newly opened portal, most likely headed back to Earth-1997, and Harry Osborne’s headquarters.

“Riding the pipedream, your joy turns to hate~”

I spun my body around, landing on my feet whilst holding a tight grip on the large wrapped body of Dr. Octavious. They all raised their weapons towards me as the rest of the team hung back, but took fight ready stances should the need arise. Miguel landed at my side, his talons extending, as I offered him to hold one half of the giant cocoon.

“Now this is the calling to all us corporate slaves!”

The Oscorp guards began to look nervous and I could just make out Harry Osborne’s furious look behind them. I shared a glance with Miguel and I could sense the smirk under his mask as we both got into position, took aim and together we tossed Dr. Octavious’ cocooned body towards the Oscorp guards.

“Haa? Usse usse ussewa!I'm limping in a grave, but I haven't quit~”

The cocoon collided with the guards like they were bowling pines being knocked down and scoring a strike. Some of them, along with Dr. Octavious’ cocooned body fell through the portal, nearly toppling Harry in the process.

“Average, slacker, that's your bid

Never understand me, but I bet that I'll win!”

The few guards that remained scrambled to their feet as Harry yelled, screamed at them to go back out and fight. As they came running towards us, me and Miguel exchanged one more look and his eyelets flared with a mischievous glint as he bowed slightly, offering me his hand. I took it gladly as together we fought and danced against the guards, snatching them with our webbing.

“Ah, what a perfect fit--

Is it the wind or is that dumb farce a lame melody?”

One by one we sent a guard packing, vaulting and tossing each one through the portal. At this point it was as we were trying to deliberately strike Harry with them. After all, he orchestrated an invasion on my dimension. If the meaning of the song wasn’t getting through to him, I’d say it in a language I knew he’d understand.

“Shut up, shut up, shut the hell up!I'll mark you with an X, now, let's begin, I'll win, I'm done with this!”

With one more burst of energy, I channeled the webbing around my gloves and formed it into a giant ball before tossing it towards the portal. The webbing flashed in gold repeatedly, almost like a ticking time bomb. I could see the split second of fear in Harry’s eyes as he yelled over to someone and as the portal shrank, I could see the brief light of smoke and imploding webbing before the portal collapsed.

For a moment there was just silence. Stunned silence as the wind blew in my air. I reached for my mask, pulling it off as I caught my breath and I dropped my knees. “I did it,” I panted softly as I looked up towards Miguel who knelt beside me, a steady hand at my back. “I can use my powers!”

“I’m so proud of you,” Miguel’s eyes poured into mine, his other hand caressing the side of my face. “You were magnificent,”

I breathed him in before reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thank you. . . for taking a chance on me. I know I didn’t make things easy at first and I’m sorry for that, but. . .”

“Lisa,” Miguel’s voice snapped me out of my pity party spiral as he gently pulled my head back and made me look at him. “I’ve always believed in you. Ever since you bested me that day. Thank you for proving me wrong.”

My lips curled into a smile as a single tear raced down my cheek. Miguel’s large thumb gently brushed it aside before pulling me back into an embrace, kissing my temple. I was about to tell him about Madame Web when footsteps came running over.

“Hate to break up the celebration, but we’re not quite finished yet.” Gwen spoke with worry before pointing up towards the sky.

My eyes trailed up as Miguel helped me to my feet and I thought I might faint.

The primary portal from Earth-1997 was still active, and it was becoming unstable.

////////

Leave a like or comment if you want to be added to the tag list:

Tagged: Tagged: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #silk & cologne #slow burn #spider man #miguel spiderverse #spidersona #spider man: across the spider verse #fluff

13 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 3 months

Text

Silk & Cologne (52)

A Miguel O'hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 52: Lost - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female Spidersona OC

Words: 3.5K+ words

Warnings: PG for mentions a panic and/or anxiety attack

Summary: The webslingers hatch a plan to rescue Kasey.

////////

“So Hugh Everett’s theory about other dimensions is legit?” Toya’s eyes were bug eyed wide, as well as Touga and Hannah after I had finished sharing my story.

I told them everything. From when I got bitten by the spider, Miguel and Peter B. rescued me whilst introducing me to the Spider Society and ultimately joining them to control my new powers. The rest they had pretty much already knew to an extent, as far as me and Miguel dating goes.

“Pretty much,” I innocently shrug my shoulders. “If there’s another universe that has Spider-Man in someway, shape, or form, it exists.”

“So like a spiderverse?” Touga asks, his fingers waving with a dramatic flare.

“Spiderverse?” Miguel huffs, crossing his arms over his puffed chest. “The technical term is the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse.”

Everyone gawks in Miguel’s direction, myself included. I clear my throat, offering him a playful smile as I nudge his side. “Soooo, the spiderverse?”

Miguel rolled his eyes, but gave me a ghost of a smirk. “In the simplest of terms I suppose, yes, a spiderverse, if you will,”

“So the characters, er, I guess, those people, everyone we saw was real?” Toya went on, stepping forward as the more he talked, the more calm and relaxed he appeared to be processing all of this.

Hannah gulps suddenly. “Including the villains?” She shuddered, Touga wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“Especially the villains.” I nodded firmly.

“So, Chameleon, Vulture, Green Goblin. . .” Touga mumbled as his voice wandered before shaking his head, speaking up. “All of that was real.”

I nodded again.

“But they looked different from what we know of them,” Touga quickly realized, his mind racing thinking back to just mere minutes ago.

“Think of the Multiverse like a giant spider-web, with lots of interconnecting webs and nodes,” Miguel explained, his arm open wide as if mapping it out in his head. “I’d show you my own illustration but time is of the essence.”

“Why are they here?” Hannah asks, her voice a bit more calm with Touga’s presence.

“They’re after me,” I swallowed, curling my fingers into a fist so tight I thought I’d puncture my skin with my finger nails. “The spider that bit me and gave me my powers came from dimension Earth-1997, home to Harry Osborne who orchestrated this attack.”

My friends eyes lit up with concern and worry, anxiously holding their breath as they waited for us to speak more.

They’re here because of me.

“I wanted to wait to tell you a theory of mine, but Spider-Doc’s research confirmed my suspicions,” Migue spoke up as his long fingers trailed down my arms to my fists, uncurling my fingers and intertwining our hands. “Better late than never. Harry was trying to recreate the venom that gave the Spider-Man of his dimension their powers. He made a modification that amplified the specific targets' natural talents and enhanced them. In Lisa’s case, it amplified her athleticism when it came to her dancing, and her voice.”

“Her voice?” Toya repeated with a confused glint in his eyes.

“My webs glow when I sing, triggering various effects if I use them on someone,” I suddenly became nervous, rubbing the back of my neck with my free hand. It kind of sounds outrageous saying this all out loud here. “I can put my targets to sleep, issue commands, and I uh– triggered them to explode once?”

“Exploding webs?!” Toya exclaimed, eyes wide as Hannah jumped, Touga holding her protectively.

“I didn’t kill anyone! I only used it against a giant rock monster!” I started, waving my hand reassuringly.

“You fought rock monsters?” Touga gawked, his grip tightening on Hannah.

Miguel coughs into the fist of his free hand, regaining everyone’s attention. “Can we stay focused, please? Trying to have an adult conversation, or at least something close to it.”

“Right, sorry, Spider-Man– Miguel, or Mr. O’hara, er, sir!” Touga apologies before both he and his twin offer Miguel a salute, straightening their posture.

Hannah glances between them, unsure whether to do the same. I cast her a reassuring glance, waving my hand down. “That’s not a thing in the Society, you don’t need to do that,”

“Please, just call me Miguel,” Miguel nods over to the boys, putting them at ease. “Mr. O’hara was my father. I am not him.”

“. . . Doesn’t Pavitr call you Mr. O’hara?” I gently remind him, lowering my voice to a whisper.

Miguel keeps his gaze on my friends, not breaking eye contact as he matches my tone. “I don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. He’s a good kid, so he gets a pass.”

“So does Kasey’s disappearance have something to do with Harry going after you?” Hannah asks me.

“Yes,” I sighed deeply, lowering my head. “They’ve. . . come after me before.”

“Wait, the attack at your apartment that one time was them?” Hannah’s voice dropped as she covered her mouth and I could see the exact moment when her heart dropped.

I nodded. “Yes, and now they’re trying to get to me through those closest to me. That’s why they took Kasey and Chameleon disguised himself and took Kasey’s place so I wouldn’t notice.”

“But if you have spider-powers now, wouldn’t your spider-sense warn you if something was up?” Touga asked me, his voice a little hesitant.

“Truthfully I’m still getting used to how it works exactly,” I shake my head with a grim expression. “I can sense danger right before it happens, but not in the long term it seems.”

But maybe if I could. . .

I winced, hearing white noise in my ear. An image flashed in my head, but I couldn’t quite catch what it was as I vigorously shook my head. It had to be the stress of all that was happening, at least that’s what I told myself to keep calm.

I didn’t miss the look Miguel gave me. Could he hear my thoughts through the mental bond he had connected with me? Before he had a chance to talk, Hannah’s voice spoke up and his eyes gazed upon her.

“So. . . where is Kasey?” Hannah asked me nervously.

My shoulders slacked as my head hung low. “I have no idea.”

Chameleon had mentioned that he disguised himself long enough for the plan to work. But how long was that even? The day before the show? A week ago? Or when we had that fight?

“Has anyone tried contacting her since you all got here?” Miguel’s eyes wandered between the group, looking at each of us.

Everyone looked shocked, puzzled as to why they didn’t think to do that before. Myself included. We all whipped out our phones, trying to text, call, even facetime Kasey’s number. But it all went to voicemail.

“She’s not answering.” Toya shook his head with a frustrated growl.

“But it went straight to voicemail,” I quickly realized, whipping my gaze to Miguel. “Her phone is still on!”

Miguel nodded, the gears in his head turning as he was one step ahead of me. He pulled away from me, lifting a hand to his gizmo, typing in a command on the touch screen. “Lyla, can you track the signal to see where Kasey’s phone is?” A holographic map of my dimension’s New York appeared before us, my friends surprised gasps could be heard in the back.

“Sure can!” Lyla beamed happily as her avatar took form on Miguel’s shoulder and the gasps returned, this time louder and more alarmed. “Oh, Lisa, these must be your friends!”

“Introductions later, Lyla, we really need your help.” I insisted.

“Anyone got a phone charger she can borrow?” Lyla asked as she zipped over towards my friends, studying them.

“Uh, h-here!” Touga turned back, walking over to the kitchen counter as he pulled a drawer back and pulled out a charger.

“Thanks,” He handed the charge to me and I found a USB port on the side of my gizmo.

After connecting the two devices, I dialed Kasey’s number again. My heart dropped deeper and deeper into the pit of my stomach the longer it rang. Loading icons appeared on Lyla’s eyes as she studied the holographic map carefully. Then suddenly she exclaimed before flying over to a part of the map and tapping it with her finger.

The map zoomed in on the spot before the hologram reconstructed itself and took the shape of a very familiar small island, with a very familiar historical landmark. I cursed under my breath. My knees buckled as I took it all in. “She’s back there?”

The Statue of Liberty.

“Specifically, here,” Lyla zoomed in on the hologram again, this time, directing it beneath the monument to a series of tunnels and passageways. “I tracked the signal underground.”

“She was beneath us this whole time?” Toya’s jaw dropped as he stepped closer to the holomap, studying the pathway.

“Are you absolutely sure, Lyla?” Miguel asked the AI, hands on his hips.

“That’s where the signal is coming from,” Lyla nodded before looking over at Miguel. “It’s not a bad place to keep a hostage.”

Miguel’s stance was collected, calm and his eyes narrowed seriously as he looked back towards me. “What do you want to do?”

My eyes trailed down to my phone, seeing the failed calls and texts to Kasey’s phone before looking back towards the holomap. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and exhaled out of my mouth as I glared at the red dot indicating Kasey’s proximity location. “If there’s even the smallest chance, I have to go.”

“We will go,” Miguel corrected me, stepping to my side as he placed a steady hand to the small of my back. “I’ll call the others, and figure out a plan.”

Footsteps caught my attention as I looked up, seeing Hannah, Touga, and Toya approach the opposite end of the holomap, determined looks on their faces.

“How can we help?” Touga crossed his arms over his chest, offering me a smile.

“What?” My eyes widened at his offer as I looked between them and Miguel just to check if they were joking. I narrowed my eyes cautiously. “I’m not asking you to put your lives–”

“Oh, we’re not asking, we’re telling,” Toya spoke up with a grin, cracking his knuckles. “We’re a team, remember? The Webslingers?”

I gawked at his words, feeling like I was going to cry right there and then. “Guys. . .”

“Kasey is our friend too, and we want to do everything we can to help.” Hannah stated, appearing a little more calm and confident in herself.

I looked over towards Miguel. “Well?”

‘We could use the extra help?’

Miguel’s eyes narrowed before he sighed, shaking his head lightly as he glanced over to the floor. Hands still on his hips, he glances up to my friends. “It will be dangerous. If we go in there. . . there’s a chance we won't come back out.”

My body froze at that moment, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I thought it was going to burst as I watched my friends exchange looks with one another. The idea that more than Kasey’s life could be at risk, or worse. . . I didn’t want to think about it. The white noise and flickering came back briefly, and I shook my head again as my friends looked up towards Miguel. Determination still painted on their faces.

“We understand the risks,” Touga spoke as Toya and Hannah nodded their heads. “We’re coming.”

“Then we got some work to do.” Miguel stated as he rose his gizmo to his face. “Spiders, rendezvous at my coordinates. All hands on deck.”

////////

Operation: Rescue Kasey and save Earth-1218 was a go.

Avoiding the police and the checkpoints they set up on practically every block leading up to the harbour was a cakewalk, as we navigated across on the rooftops. After dropping down and getting by the patrols, we found the twin’s family yacht. Using cloaking technology on the S.S.Saki to avoid being seen by the Coast Guard, we sailed back to the island under the cover of darkness.

There was an eerie silence as we sailed across the lake and into the port. To think only mere minutes ago, the place was covered with fire and explosions. I could still smell the ash and smoke from here.

Not to mention that stupid portal was till glowing and hovering up in the sky like the biggest eyesore. As we navigated closer to the statue, I prayed to any God that would listen to me to not let another villain variant or anomaly pass through and cause more destruction to my home. As far as I could catch through the radio chatter on the police walkies as we snuck by, the villains never left the smaller island and attacked the mainland.

It was the smallest of blessings, but I didn’t take it for granted.

“Everyone in position?” Miguel spoke through the gizmo’s commlink.

Miguel and I had snuck our way to the top of the Statue of liberty to catch a peek at the portal to check if any more villains would be coming through any time soon. Thankfully it didn’t appear so, but the place was crawling with Oscorp guards, the same ones that abducted me back when all of this first started. I had shuddered when I first caught a glimpse of their uniforms.

“We’re ready to go in when you are, Miguel,” Noir responded.

Noir would be leading Gwen, and my friends through a back door at the bottom of the statue that led into the underground maintenance facility where the network of tunnels started. Miguel and I would make our way down through the statue itself by the security entrance. Pav, Peter B., Jess, and Hobie were on standby for backup in case we needed it.

“We go on my signal,” Miguel spoke before he glanced over at me, noticing how my eyes had yet to stray from looking at the portal. “I’ll call you back.”

He hung up the feed, approaching me softly as we stood within the crown of Lady Liberty.

I had changed into my real, and very much cleaner and not tattered, spider-suit via my gizmo. The nano-technology fit me like a glove as I lowered my head down to look at my mask. My fingers curled tighter around it as a wave of shame and guilt coursed through my body.

“Something has been eating at you,” Miguel spoke gently. “I can tell.”

“. . . This is all my fault, isn’t it?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Mona Lisa, none of this is your fault,” Miguel eagerly insisted, his voice still stern yet gentle as he squeezed my hand in his.

“But what if it is?” I turned my head to look back at him with worry. “Even if my universe doesn’t actually have a canon like Lyla told you, I still can’t use my powers here. I tried to when I pushed Touga out of the way. I saved him, but I blacked out in that split second.”

Miguel’s eyes softened in sympathy, his fingers squeezing my hands tightly as his thumbs brushed against the fabric of my gloves. “Lisa. . .”

“I should have been more vocal with you with my worry about Harry coming here when you first told me the other week. I trusted you to handle it and I still do, but. . . without my powers, how can I rescue Kasey?” My voice trembled, my heart pounding so loudly in my ears. “How can I protect my home?”

I could see Miguel’s lips moving, but I couldn’t hear him. Everything seemed to blur as the white noise returned, erupting my ears. Spots flickered in my eyes as I began to see things, someone that wasn’t there.

For a brief moment, someone else took Miguel’s place. First it was Hannah and my eyes widened in fear when it looked like she was beaten up, bloodied even. Then it was Toya, and Touga, then Kasey, and I recoiled, fearing the worst for her.

“What if they get hurt because of me?” I choked.

Miguel’s form flickered as he continued to try and talk to me, before I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I saw my mother. I nearly fell to my knees. As if he were shouting from a distance, I could hear Miguel’s muffled cry to me.

“What if—!” The words were there but I couldn’t get them out as I shut my eyes again, shaking my head.

But when I looked back, Miguel wasn’t there again. It was a woman, an elderly with snow white hair tied in a bun. She wore a visor with multiple red eyes staring at me, in a long red suit like gown as she sat on a black throne that was covered in webs.

“What if you’re right? What if my universe won’t accept me as its Spider-Woman because of all of this?” I whimpered, my fingers clutching on to the sides of my head.

The woman suddenly lunged for me, arms out.

“Lisa, look at me!”

But it wasn’t the woman’s voice that came out of her mouth as I shut my eyes feeling someone grabbing on to me, shaking me back into reality. I slowly opened my eyes to see Miguel kneeling before me, his hands on my shoulders as they trembled, as if fighting not to grab me too hard. His eyes poured into mine, his pupils flickering between his normal brown and his powerful red irises as if trying to keep himself calm through all of this.

“Maybe. . . Maybe I’m wrong. I’ve seen what you can do with these powers and how you’ve used it to protect those around you, to protect me. But even if I am right, I will be there and help you every step of the way. I’ll work with Lyla and the Doc, research and study the spider-venom DNA for anything that can help you to use your powers here and reduce the pain that you’re feeling, because I’m so shocking proud of you, Lisa!”

Slowly the white noise whine down, and I started to hear music? Violins playing a soft, enchanting and also familiar melody.

“Not done fightin' (no way), I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?”

My lips trembled as I looked at him, eyes watering as something warm swelled in my chest. “Miguel. . .” The white noise and voices started to dissipate.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He panted, managing a smile as he laughed.

I could see his fangs glisten in the moonlight, flashing that signature grin of his as his hands came up to cup my cheeks. He closed the distance between us, his lips crashing into mine in a confident, pulling my flush against him. I was worried that someone might see us, a patrolling guard or another anomaly sneaking through the portal, but when Miguel’s fingers dug into my hair at the back of my head, I melted into his touch completely.

“Got me feeling (no way), like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up”

His tongue slowly brushed against my bottom lip suddenly, testing the waters, silently asking for permission. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself closer, and I parted my lips. It was brief, only for a few seconds, but I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and massage itself against my own in slow, gentle strokes before Miguel pulled away completely.

“Your best is enough.” he stated, his fingers brushing stray strands of my hair away from my face. “I’ll do everything in my power to help you save your dimension. You have my word, Lisa.”

There was a look in his eyes, as if he wanted to say more, but he held back, as I stared at him wide eyed. He reached down to the floor, gently plucking my mask that I had dropped during our kiss. Offering it to me with a soft smile, he spoke confidently, “Ready to get to work, Spider-Muse?”

“I'm still fighting, I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?”

My gaze flickered between him and the mask as the surroundings around us became more clear to me. I couldn’t hear my heart pounding in my chest anymore as I reached for my mask, taking it from his large fingers. I didn’t hear the voices anymore as I tied my hair back before slipping the mask over my head and pulled my ponytail through the hair opening.

“Got me feelin' (no way), like it's all too much

I feel beaten (no way), but I can't give up!”

The HUD of my mask came to life as vital signs and data measurements followed my UI menu and the eyelets of my mask glowed to life as I met Miguel’s stare. I reached my hand back out, grasping his and intertwined my fingers tightly with his. “Let’s go save the multiverse together.”

////////

Leave a like or comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

Tagged: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #slow burn #rivals to lovers #spiderman oc #spidersona #spider oc #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel atsv #miguel 2099

37 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 3 months

Text

Silk & Cologne (51)

A Miguel O'hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 51: Unravel - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female OC

Words: 5.8K+

Warnings: Mentions of violence and action, attempted murder.

Summary: The villains invade Earth-1218, and won't stop until Lisa is in Harry Osborne's clutches.

/////////

One moment Touga was standing protectively in front of me as Chameleon had a gun pointed at him. Next, I was on the stage floor with my arms wrapped around Touga’s back, his skin bone white as if his life had flashed before his eyes. With the sound of the gun shot, all hell broke loose as the members of the audience scrambled to get as far from the stage as they could.

The last few seconds came flooding into my head in a blur. My spider-sense had gone off as Chameleon pulled out the trigger. I tackled Touga to the floor.

I could hear Hannah’s scream from behind me. My pupils shrank as a whimpered cry escaped me as I looked him over. “TOUGA!” No blood stains, no sign of a wound.

“Lisa?!” Touga gasped, his eyes darting wildly as he looked over towards me.

I saved him.

My eyes were wide as I desperately tried to control my breathing. I watched as Chameleon’s body morphed and contorted back to his signature size and height, the fabric and seams of Kasey’s smaller spider suit costume on his body ripping and tearing. I thought I was going to be sick.

“Where is she?” I found myself asking him again, my voice heavy. “How long were you pretending to be her?!”

“Long enough to put that into motion,” Chameleon answered me as he motioned his head towards the night sky.

Towards the portal.

I sat up to my knees as I looked up at the portal, the colours of the spinning vortex spirling as if I were staring into a cauldron. From personal experience, portals were usually made for someone to traverse from one place to another, for the person to step through. In this case, someone was coming out.

‘Are you alright? Please tell me you’re alright!’

Miguel’s near desperate sounding voice rang in my mind, causing my heart to flutter.

‘For now. Is my mom with you?’

‘She nearly fainted hearing the gunshot. I got her to safety. Security is escorting her and civilians back to the mainland on the ferries.’

My stomach dropped as I felt some anxiety seeping out of my body. Miguel protected my mother, and now. . .

‘I’m coming. Help is on the way.’

Help?

Shifting metal gears caught my ear as I snapped out of the bond and refocused on the present, looking over to see Chameleon reloading his weapon. As he took aim towards Touga again, I quickly crawled in front of him, using my body as a human shield. “Leave him alone! If it’s me you want, leave them out of this!”

“And how exactly do you plan on fighting back without your powers?” Chameleon challenged. “Wouldn’t want to disrupt the precious canon of your already so pure and vulnerable world,”

“Canon event?” Toya repeated, pulling a struggling Hannah to her feet.

“Powers?” She mumbled, her voice breathless.

No, no, no, no! Not here, anywhere but here and anytime but now. What the hell was happening right now?

‘Miguel…!?’

My mind was racing. Chameleon doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that Lyla figured out that my universe doesn’t have a canon.

If he doesn’t know it, chances are Harry doesn’t know either, and he must have orchestrated this attack thinking I could do nothing about it.

Was it finally time for me to take the risk?

Could I finally use my powers?

‘Help is coming!!’ Miguel’s voice yelled through my mind, shouting into the bond.

Time. I needed time to stall Chameleon long enough for Miguel and whoever else was here to arrive. Particularly before Chameleon tries to pick a fight or before anyone else comes through that portal.

“. . . I can handle myself without needing to use them,” I narrowed my eyes at him, squaring my fists. “I have two hands after all,”

“Then you have a choice to make, Spider-Muse, turn yourself in, or turn over your universe,” Chameleon offered the ultimatum with a sly grin. “The choice is yours.”

My hands trembled, my heart pounding as if I had punched in the gut. Give myself up or give up my home? It had to be the most superhero cliché in the book when it came to negotiation with super villains.

Yet I was still terrified.

“Lisa, you know this psycho?” Touga gawked, looking between us.

“Unfortunately,” I grimaced.

“Hey, Chameleon!” A familiar voice shouted as a web sling stuck onto Chameleon’s gun, yanking it out of his hand. Gwen emerged from above, along with a kick to Chameleon’s cheek as he stumbled. “It’s not that kind of cosplay party, I’d go return your costume to the kiddie shop where you found it.”

“Spider-Woman,” Chameleon purred, recovering from the blow as Gwen stood protectively in front of Touga and I. “If you’re here, I’m assuming…?”

“Don’t assume we’re alone,” A familiar baritone voice called out as Spider-Man Noir swung down to my right while Webslinger emerged to my left. “Never assume.”

“Guys!” An eliated whimper fluttered from my lips as I glanced at the both of them.

“At your service, Miss Muse,” Webslinger tipped his hat towards me.

Something moved in the distance, and as I blinked, a large blue and red figure touched down at the foot of the stage, slowly standing menacingly behind Chameleon. Miguel summoned his talons, the red eyelets of his mask glaring daggers at Chameleon’s back. If Miguel possessed laser eye powers, Chameleon would have been dead already.

“Shut it down, Chameleon,” Miguel ordered.

“I’m afraid I can't do that, Mr. O’Hara,” Chameleon almost seemed impressed by the word play. “Allow me to remind you to never assume that I am alone.”

Chameleon had reached for something in his pocket with his other hand, pushing a button. My eyes widened as I thunder roared, my gaze whipping towards the portal in the sky. Lightning crackled from the doorway as one by one I witnessed the horrific scene of villain anomalies pour through.

“No– NO!” The breath was taken from my lungs as I screamed.

All eyes turned to the portal, watching the scene play out. A vulture variant, one that looked like something out of a drawing of the great Leonardo Di Vinci took a nosedive before pulling up as he dropped grenades, the orbs erupting in flames as they made contact with the ground. It was quickly followed by a maniacal laughter as a jester looking variant of Green Goblin could be seen literally skipping through the flames, tossing his own smoke bombs like they were candy.

“Them again?!” Miguel snarled, red eyelets flaring as he witnessed their destruction.

Were these anomalies that Miguel and the Spider-Society had dealt with before?

I could hear screams in the distance as the last of the civilians scrambled to get to safety on the ferry. Innocent people were on that ferry. My mother was on that ferry.

“It’s a simple proposition, Miss Lisa,” Chameleon snickered with a sinister grin. “Turn yourself over to us and I make the pain stop. Dr. Octavious is very eager to meet you,”

“Dr. Octavious?” I repeated, my voice quivering.

Dr. Octavious of Earth-1997? The one supposedly designed the collars? Now that I think about it, both the Vulture and Green Goblin variants were wearing them.

“H-How does he know your name?” Hannah asked nervously.

“Lisa, don’t listen to a word he says,” Miguel stated as he turned his attention back towards Chameleon, keeping me in his line of sight.

“Oh, I think you should,” Chameleon challenged.

Laughter erupted from behind us as a giant metal claw reached out, snatching Miguel by the back and yanked him away from the stage. “Let’s go for a ride!” Vulture snickered.

Miguel cried out angrily as he was pulled into the air, summoning his claws to try and slice at the chain. “GET THEM OUT OF HERE!”

“You heard the boss, let’s go!” Noir yanked some smoke pellets from his jacket, tossing them at Chameleon's feet.

The pellets exploded, creating a harsh black smoke cloud that clouded not just Chameleon, but my vision as well. You think after all my practice and training with my own smoke bombs, I’d be able to see more clearly through all this smoke. It was a little hard to focus considering that a portal to another dimension had opened and was hovering above the statue of liberty and I just found out that a super villain had been pretending to be one of my dearest friends for over a week, maybe even longer.

I felt hands on me as I was yanked out of the smoke cloud, Gwen pulling me and Touga along.

“Go where?!” I cried, my feet stumbling as I tried to keep up.

“Anywhere but here!” Webslinger yelled back as he glanced at me, taking the lead with the group.

“We can’t risk taking them to the ferry,” Gwen shook her head. “Too many innocent civilians.”

“We have a boat!” Toya spoke his, his voice still clearly shaken up from what was transpiring in front of him as he kept Hannah close, Noir ushering them forward. “It’s our parents, but they let us borrow it.”

“Where is it?” Webslinger asked him.

“In a private dock, on the other side of the island,” Toya explained with baited breath as we all jumped off the stage. “It’s black with gold trimmings. Look for the name ‘S.S. Saki’ on the side of the hull.”

“Gwen, scout ahead and try and get the boat ready,” Webslinger commanded, hanging back to idle with me and Touga. “I’ll cover them,”

“Right!” Gwen sprang up ahead, firing a websling as she shot up in the air, swinging a head of us.

I didn’t miss the look of sheer awesomeness and disbelief on Touga’s as he anxiously nudged my arm. “She just–!”

“Yep!” I grabbed his arm for extra support as we kept running, now following Toya as he led Webslinger and the rest of us in the direction of the other set of docks on the island.

“That means the others can–?!” He gawked.

“Also yep,” I nodded.

“How?” He exclaimed.

“I’ll explain later when we’re not in the midst of a super villain invasion!” I yelled back, gripping his hand tighter as we ran to catch up with the others.

We made it to the opposite end of the island, the sounds of explosions and laughter dimming in the distance as we took cover in the trees. We found the boat that Toya described, and when I saw it, my friend had clearly underestimated the term. We weren’t staring at a boat, we were staring at a yacht.

The S.S. Saki was a beautiful yacht, don’t get me wrong. But it also looked very, very expensive. Who exactly were their parents and what did they do to afford a yacht?

A question for another time.

“I found the key for the engine and grabbed lift vests,” She called out as we approached. “Where’s the ignition?”

“Under the steering wheel!” Toya shouted as he leaped on ahead, jumping onto the boat. “I’ll untie the boat, everyone get on!”

“Wait, what about Kasey?” Hannah’s body was trembling as Noir took gentle care in helping her on the boat.

“I’m sorry little miss,” Spider-Man Noir tipped his fedora in sadness. “I don’t believe she’s here,”

“Not on this island,” I quickly added, watching as Touga climbed in next. “She has to be here somewhere. She was to be,”

I was trying to reassure her, but to be completely honest, I was mostly saying it for myself.

“Noir, you go with them and make sure they make it to the mainland,” Webslinger commanded before whistling loudly. “I’ll go backup the boss,”

Widow quickly came into view, galloping through the trees they came to Webslinger’s side. He climbed into the saddle, making sure his revolver was primed with bullets and web cartridges. Webslinger offered me a look, trying to shoo me away.

“The boss will have our heads if you get hurt out here, now go!” Webslinger commanded before taking off, riding back towards the fight.

I watched him ride off, my hair blowing in the wind. I could see the hue of fire burning back where the stage was. We knew an attack like this could be possible, and I didn’t do anything about it.

“Lisa, let’s go!” Noir yelled at me, reaching his hand out for me.

By now Touga had unraveled the rope and started the mechanism to bring up the anchor. Toya had run up to the helm of the ship, taking over the controls from Gwen as she raced down the steps to be with Noir. My feet were frozen, planted to the ground as I looked between them and the path back towards the stage.

I should go back. I should go back and help.

“Lisa!” Gwen called out for me.

My body had barely moved an inch when a maniacal laughter caught my ear, and I felt my heart stop. I turned to see the renaissance inspired Vulture flying through the air, his wings literally slicing through branches and shaking leaves. He was flying closer towards us.

Towards me.

“Non andrai da nessuna parte!” He cackled, spreading his wings up as he momentarily hovered in the air. - You’re not going anywhere!

Just long enough to let loose a barrage of more of those egg shaped bombs

I could hear my friends screaming for me, but even they died down to nothing as my gaze was focused solely on the disaster that was before me. Unless I did something, the whole dock was going to blow, including my friends. I could feel the sizzle of my web fluid flowing in the lumps on the inside of my wrists.

I had to do something.

Just as I was reaching a hand out to fire a websling, movement caught my eye behind Vulture.

I watched as Miguel sprang up, using Vulture’s body as a booster whilst kicking him down and into the ground. With his talons, Miguel swiped and slashed at the egg bombs, small explosions going off around him. He unleashes his red webbing, taking out a cluster of bombs in one swing as I ducked for cover.

When the smoke cleared and I stood back up, Miguel was standing right in front of me, his eyelets flaring.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded.

“I should stay and help!” I argued, squaring my fingers into tight fists.

“Lisa, the boat is moving!” Hannah’s cry could be heard from behind me, along with the splashing of water as the yacht began to ease from the dock.

“No, it’s way too dangerous right now,” Miguel insisted with a hard shake of his head.

“This is my home,” I stated, my fist pounding against his chest. “I should have a say in whether I want to stay and defend it, it’s my responsibility!”

More explosions could be heard off in the distance as the ground shook at our feet. Miguel’s arm hovered, prepared to catch me as he glanced back in the direction of the fighting. Webslinger was all alone back there for all I knew.

Miguel cursed under his breath in his native tongue, turning back to look down at me. “With great power, comes great responsibility, and it’s my responsibility to not get you killed, mi Mona Lisa,”

I tried channeling the bond, searching for what he was thinking at that moment. But it was like he had built up a wall, brick by brick to shut me out. I couldn’t get a read on him.

Miguel began to turn, his powerful back facing me.

“Go, I’ll come find you!” Miguel yells towards me, brandishing his talons at his fingertips.

“But–!” My voice cracked, reaching out to him.

“GO!” he screamed back at me.

Whirling towards me, Miguel scooped my body in his arms. With all the strength he could muster, he threw me over the edge of the dock, my body soaring over the cold, black water. Web fluid caught at my side as both Gwen and Noir broke my fall by preparing a cushion.

I struggled out of the webbing, staggering to my feet as I pulled myself to the edge of the boat, tears in my eyes. “No. . .” I choked.

Miguel briefly watches the yacht cruise away from the island before turning and running back to the fight.

//////////

We docked in the mainland of New York City in a private dock from what looked like some sort of fancy country club. No security was around to stop us as we all disembarked and ran for the entrance and stepped out into the city. Police officers were urging everyone to stay inside.

“You guys have somewhere safe you can lay low for the time being that’s nearby?” Gwen asked us.

Our dance studio would more than likely be closed with news spreading that quickly about the attack, and my apartment was just a few streets further down from it so it would take even longer to get there. I had no idea where Hannah lived, but by judging the look on her face, it seemed like it wasn’t close enough either.

“Our place is close by,” Touga spoke up, “It’s just a few blocks down from here,”

“Okay, you four take shelter there,” Noir ordered before placing a hand on Gwen’s shoulder, “You and I will patrol the mainland border and make sure none of those villains gets near the city.”

“On it,” Gwen nodded before glancing my way, the eyelets of her mask lowering into a sympathetic look. “I’m. . . sorry this is all happening. Be careful.”

“You too,” I nodded softly.

Gwen offered me her hand, giving me a gentle squeeze before pulling away. My friends and I watched as the pair web slinged down the street, catching a few looks from some of the officers but they were too dazed to really do anything.

“Follow us, it’s just down this way,” Toya stepped up, offering a hand to Hannah.

Hannah huddled close to him as the pair walked a head, and while hesitating at first, Touga offered me his arm as I leaned on his side and we quickly followed behind them. After walking through the eric silence of the city, we entered a large glass plated building that looked iron black in the night sky. “What is this place?”

The lobby of the building was sleek with modern furniture that looked near identical to the ones that Miguel got me for my apartment. The door man had a worried expression as he let us in before taking shelter inside for himself. Quick footsteps against the marble flooring neared and I looked up to see a well dressed man approach us.

“Mr. Toya, Mr. Touga, thank goodness you’re both alright,” He greeted us with an enormous sigh of relief.

Based on the fancy uniform he was wearing, he looked like the manager of the building.

“Thanks Charles,” Toya nodded softly, offering the man a kind smile. “Have our parents heard the news yet?”

“I just got off the phone with them mere moments ago,” He nodded vigorously, “They are terrified for your safety and insist on flying down themselves to retrieve you,”

“No, don’t waste the family jet, it’s way too dangerous,” Toya insisted. “Call them and tell them to stay put in London,”

“You remember Hannah, right?” Touga glanced over towards her. “And this is Lisa. They’ll be taking shelter with us in the penthouse.”

“As you wish,” Charles nodded.

As Charles went off to do his task, the boys led Hannah and I to an elevator that looked something straight out of a 1930’s hotel and pressed the top button on the panel. The penthouse suite. Were they–?

“You guys live here?” I glanced over at them in surprise.

“That’s right! We’ve never invited you over before,” A look of apology washed over Touga. “Once all this craziness is over, you should come down for dinner. Our mom cooks a mean salmon.”

“If you mean…?” Toya gulped nervously.

“Let’s just get inside, and. . . breathe for a few seconds first?” Hannah suggested, looking between us all.

“Agreed. . .” I nodded.

I’d need more than a few seconds.

There was a chime and the elevator doors opened. The penthouse suite was a massive 30 ft. unit with white marble flooring and sleek black and gray painted walls. The primary floor was a big open area fitting the living room, dining room, and kitchen, with a glass staircase that led to the second floor.

Oh yeah. They were definitely rich.

“So, make yourselves at home, and help yourself to the fridge or wine cellar,” Toya offered. “It’s looking like the end of the world out there, so I won’t judge. . .”

“Thanks, Toya,” I nodded softly as I walked over towards the living room area and just sat down.

I’m not sure how long I sat there for, just staring out into nothing. The others seemed cautious to approach me, as I could hear their light footsteps as the twins raided the kitchen, trying to make something to help keep their minds calm. But judging by the sounds of cursing under their breath and clattering utensils, their hands weren’t calm.

My wrist vibrates suddenly, as I glanced over to see my gizmo ringing. Miguel was calling me. My finger shakes over the screen before I hit the green button, and a holographic screen pops up taking Miguel’s form. The nanites worked tirelessly to weave and repair torn parts of his suit as the static sizzles back into place in some areas, but I don’t see blood.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, my voice quiet.

His face seemed to sulk a little through the mask, “Better, now that I can see you, and hear your voice,”

My heart ached at his tone, his words. Now more than ever I want nothing more than to just hold him. To never let go.

“Webslinger took a hit, but he’ll live,” Miguel nodded reassuringly. “I sent him back to HQ to heal.”

“Oh thank god,” I sighed, sinking into my knees.

That still doesn’t change the fact that he got hurt because of me.

“Where are you right now?” He asked me. “I’ll come find you.”

“Toya, Touga, what’s the address so I can have Miguel meet us here?” I asked the twins, looking over at them with a tired expression.

“The Arcadia building, on 5th and Broadway,” Toya nodded towards me, “30th floor,”

“Thank you,” I nodded back before looking over at the screen on my gizmo. “Did you get that?”

“On my way, just sit tight,” Miguel’s voice tried to sound as calming and reassuring as he could, despite his near breathless state, adrenaline clearly seeping through his veins. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Be careful,” my eyes softened, trying to get a read of his expression through the mask.

Those piercing red eyelets looked my way, his head tilting to the side with a curt nod. “I promise,” his tone was a tad softer this time before he ended the call.

I slouched in my chair, my arms perched against my thighs as I leaned forward. I examined my arms, looking at the patterns of my spider-suit before my fingers curled into a fist. I felt useless, helpless even to do anything.

Everyone saw what happened when I tried to use my powers. I felt the pain that coursed through my body. It felt like glitching, only it was immensely more painful.

There had to be some sort of logical explanation. Was it the venom that was seeping through my veins that gave me my spider powers? Was it because the spider that bit me came from another dimension?

Was there anything more painful than your atoms being ripped apart?

“I’ll call Charles and let him know to let Miguel inside,” Touga perked up as he grabbed the house phone, beginning to dial the number of the building’s front desk.

I continued to pout in my chair, looking down at the floor. There were light footsteps, followed by shuffling as a shadow took form in front of me. I looked up to see Hannah knelt down in front of me. She looked extremely shaken by everything she had seen the last few minutes, her hands trembling as her eyes were red from crying back on stage when she watched Chameleon shoot Touga.

I hated it. I hated that I was part of the cause of all this. Part of making her cry.

“Are you–?” Before I could even finish my sentence, Hannah leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, capturing me in a very tight hug as her face nuzzled into the crock of my neck.

“. . . You looked like you could use one,”

Tears raced down my cheeks as I slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, managing a shaky breath as I buried my face into her blonde hair. “Thank you, Hannah,”

“Lisa, I get that you’re going through the motions right now,” Touga shook his head in disbelief, his mind reeling about what he’s seen. “But what the hell is going on out there?”

“Why did that guy know your name?” Hannah asked me with worry in her voice as she pulled away from our hug.

I looked over at her, squeezing her hands tightly as I found the strength to stand again, Hannah sitting up with me as I looked over at Touga, “Guys, I promise I’ll try to explain everything. I’m just waiting for Miguel to meet us here first,”

“He was with your mother in the crowd, wasn’t he?” Hannah recalled, her voice soft until the thought processed fully in her mind. Her eyes went wide, her hand coming to grasp my shoulder. “Are they—?!”

“They’re okay,” I reassured her gently, as well as myself, “Miguel helped her evacuate with the rest of the audience onto the ferry.”

“Does he know what’s going on? Why is that portal looking like something straight out of Independence Day?” Toya gawked as he walked back towards us with the house phone.

“Are they aliens? Oh my god, it is aliens isn’t it?” Touga began to pace. “I had a feeling, but nothing like this-!”

“Where is Kasey?” Hannah asked. “Was she. . . Him? Or even real?”

“Guys!” I snapped, all heads turning towards me. I took a moment to calm myself before speaking. “I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll explain everything when Miguel gets here.”

“So you’ve claimed,” Toya crossed his arms, giving me a sceptical look.

“He’ll be able to explain everything a lot better than I can,” I reassured them all, my hopeful gaze washing over each and every one of them. “But. . . To make a long story short—“

‘I’m here.’

A sudden knocking on glass made us all jump as Hannah latched on to me. I grabbed on to her as my eyes frantically scanned the room, searching for any danger. When my eyes came upon the large glass windows overlooking the city, my heart stopped when I saw the familiar blue and red.

Miguel O’Hara held on to his red web sling, swinging upside down as he knocked on the glass to gain our attention.

I thought I was going to drop to my knees right there and then. I didn’t see any signs of injury, or rips or tears in his suit. He was okay, just like he said he would be.

‘Can they let me in?’

Miguel pointed a talon red finger to the side of the window where on our end, a latch was located.

“Toya, Touga, open the window,” I looked over to them.

“NANI?” They both yelled. - What?

“Trust me,” I insisted, “Open the window!”

“How do we know if it’s not another one of those psychos from before?!” Toya exclaimed, looking between me and the window.

I looked at Miguel through the window, my eyes pulsing apologetically as I reached through the bond. ‘They won’t believe me unless I tell them’.

He nodded softly. ‘Do what you need to do.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m sure this was the last thing you wanted to happen.’

‘I’d do anything to help you save your universe from meeting the fates of the ones I couldn’t save.’ He stated, a wave of warmth washing over me as if hugging me from behind.

“Lisa, what is it?” Touga asked me.

I took a deep breath. “It’s Miguel,”

The twins' shoulders slacked, appearing confused. “What’s Miguel?” Touga asked again.

I pointed to Spider-Man 2099 dangling from the other side of the window. “That’s Miguel.”

The silence in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“You’re not playing us right?” Touga looked at me as if I had three heads.

“I’m not!” I growled in frustration. “That’s Miguel O’Hara outside right now, waiting patiently I may add, for you to let him in!”

“Wait, Miguel O’Hara. . .” I saw the gears in Toya’s head turning. “As in Spider-Man 2099? Like the comic book character?”

“Jebal! Open the window, or I will!” I growled in frustration, daring a step forward. - Please

I could see the fear flash in their eyes as Toya staggered back, hiding behind Touga. I immediately stopped, regret washing over me as I lowered my head in shame. Hannah came to my side, her comforting hand returning to my shoulder.

“Guys, listen to Lisa,” She pleaded softly. “I recognize him. He was one of the– super people that saved us,”

The twins heard their friends plea, the both of them sharing a glance as their anxious and stiff postures relaxed. Looking back towards me, I clapped my hands together, praying that they’d listen. I’d go so far as to even beg. “Please!”

They glanced toward the window, looking at Spider-Man 2099. Nervously, Touga reached for a broom as he cautiously walked over to the window. He reached out, using the stick end of the broom to flick the switch of the window and eased it open.

My heart gave out as I sighed in relief, nearly dropping to my feet if it weren’t for Hannah holding on to me. I watched as Miguel flipped over, swinging inside the penthouse suite through the window. He landed on his feet in a low crouch before slowly sitting up, his cape vanishing, the muscles on his back rippling as he stood.

My friends looked up at him in awe as he flexed his fingers, his talons retracting. His neck turned, cracking the joints before glancing over towards the twins. The poor boys would be shaking in their boots if they were wearing any and they gasped when Spider-Man 2099’s mask pulled back and the nano-tech gave way to his familiar sharp cheekbones, brown tanned skin and silky combed back curls.

Miguel O’Hara nodded in thanks. “Arigatō,” - Thank you

The twins' cheeks flushed, appearing surprised at the very concept of him speaking. But it seemed like seeing his face from under the mask and hearing his voice being the cherry on top was enough for them to realize I was telling the truth.

Miguel O’Hara is the actual Miguel O’Hara, Spider-Man 2099.

I was also dating said Spider-Man, but given our current circumstances, I didn’t voice it aloud. I didn’t have to either, for as soon as Miguel set his eyes on my form, his expression changed immediately, appearing relieved. He took broad strides towards me, hips swaying with a confident swagger as he reached for me.

Hannah offered my shoulder a tight squeeze before pulling away. I met Miguel half way, wrapping my arms around him. I shuddered an eliated whimper, burying my face into his chest. “I was so worried,”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Miguel sighed, his arms wrapped around me tightly. His voice was muffled as he lowered his head, buried his face into my hair. “It wasn’t my intention to snap at you like that earlier. I could feel things going sideways fast. Are you hurt?”

I took a breath, channeling it and focusing. I didn’t feel any pain as I exhaled, pulling away from his embrace to look up at him. “I don’t think so,”

“Good,” Miguel nodded, squeezing my hands tightly in his. “I asked Noir and Webslinger to safeguard your mother. She’s back at the hotel, unharmed. Gwen is keeping an eye on the perimeter.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” I sighed in relief, and Miguel looked about ready to catch me in the event my knees gave out. I huddled in his warmth, trying to take deep breaths as I thought back to everything that had happened. Despite it all, one major part of it had been in a chokehold. “They got Kasey. . .”

“I know,” Miguel grimaced, his arms tightening around me. “I felt your panic, your fear, all of it.”

“Is she still here? Did they bring her back to Harry’s dimension?” Endless questions were flooding my brain, threatening to overwhelm me as more tears perked up in my eyes, my vision going blurry. “Is she even still al–”

“Lisa, look at me,” Miguel’s voice was calm, gentle, yet stern all at the same time as his hands moved to cup my cheeks, his thumbs caressing my skin. I willed myself to look at him. “Don’t you dare think that. We’ll find her. . .”

The tears broke free as they raced down my cheeks and Miguel’s thumbs were quick to brush them away.

“We’ll find her together,” He stated.

I choked back a sob as I buried my face into his chest, hugging him with every fiber of my being.

Miguel kept an arm around me, his hand at the small of my back as he turned to face my friends. Hannah walked around, coming to the twins' side as the three of them looked in awe. Touga dropped the broomstick, the household tool clattering to the floor.

“So I wasn’t too far off on the basketball player theory?” Toya spoke up, trying to break the ice.

Miguel huffed a strained chuckle, shaking his head. “Cracking jokes now of all times. But if you helps you stay calm, who am I to judge,”

“So. . . Miguel?” Hannah’s voice was quiet and suspenseful as Touga reached for her hand. “Is this really you?”

Miguel looked at her, offering Hannah a soft expression. “Yes, this is the real me,” Miguel shared a glance with me, his palm rubbing along my back gently before glancing back at the trio. “I believe you three are owed an explanation.”

“. . . So, what’s the sitch?” Toya managed a calm grin, crossing his arms over his chest.

Miguel looked over at me, signaling me to take the lead. “Well. . . would you believe me if it all started with a radioactive spider?”

I told them everything.

//////////

Leave a like or comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

Tagged: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

1 note · View note

maddieautobot273 · 3 months

Text

Silk & Cologne (50)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 50: Marvel - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 5.3K+

Warnings: PG-13 for mentions of previous physical/sexual abuse, violence, and intimate soft fluff.

Summary: After a lovely dinner with her mother, Lisa blinks and it's time to perform for Marvel Day!

Special thanks to my friend Tikoy on discord for beta reading!

///////

“Oh, I’m so excited for your show! You know, growing up she was a huge fan of all those comic book superhero type things,” Janet smiled.

After exploring the different vendors and stalls for the first day of Marvel Day, by sundown, Miguel and I treated my mother to dinner at a nearby restaurant. The food was great, and thankfully it seemed like my mother had taken my words to heart, making an effort to talk to Miguel. As the night progressed, the pair seemed to be hitting it off so far and I was very relieved.

Keeping his true identity a secret, Miguel went with the original cover story we came up with back when we were chatting with the police after the first fight with Chameleon. Miguel explained to my mother that he worked with an indie tech company outside of the city, and that due to his office’s grueling schedule, we both talked it over and decided instead of ‘driving’ back home whenever we did have time together, I offered for Miguel to spend the night at my place to let him rest. He left out the vise versa of me staying with him at his place, as he sympathized with my mother’s worry about dating again, and we both agreed the idea of me traveling to another dimension to spend it with a guy would definitely freak her out even more.

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Miguel offered me a side eye’d glance with a smug grin. “A certain comic collection?”

“It was just the one time, Miguel,” I rolled my eyes as I played with my food.

“Oh are they about that one guy. . . The one who wore a suit and flew around. You know, the guy they got to play him for the movie was very handsome, though nothing like you, Miguel!” my mother mused happily, her eyes widening at the idea of her daughter’s old childhood interest resurfacing. “What was his name sweetie?”

I thought I was going to faint as my cheeks flushed, elbows on the table as my hands covered my face to block out Miguel’s teasing expression. “Tony Stark’s Iron Man, mom. . . Robert Downey Jr.,”

“Really now?” Miguel raised a curious brow, sipping his wine.

“Yes, that’s the one! Lisa had a massive crush on him growing up,” Lisa’s mom giggled.

“Mom!!” Lisa gawked at her.

“We all did, dear, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Janet reassured me with a motherly grin. “Honestly, I personally think the films have gone down hill since they killed him off.”

“Ah, ah, careful mom,” I pointed a cautious finger at her, my lips forming a playful grin. “Even the walls have ears.”

While I’m pretty sure she was safe and the chances of other patrons in the restaurant having also come from Marvel Day were slim, I relished in the little friendly payback I got when my mother had quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard her. As I continued eating my dinner, I couldn’t shake off the feeling I was being watched.

“On that note, I’m going to make a quick trip to the ladies room,” Janet excused herself from the table, sitting up before she scurried across the room.

When she left, I was reaching for my wine glass when I sneaked a glance at Miguel and noticed him staring. “What?”

“Are you alright?” He asked me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I shrugged, rolling my shoulders as I adjusted my posture. “I’m used to my mom embarrassing me by now,”

A ghost of a smile coursed through Miguel’s lips before they thinned into a firm line. “I was referring to your friends,”

“My friends?” I repeated, turning to face him as I lowered my fork.

“You were practically glued to your phone earlier today while we were at the hotel until your mother snapped you back into reality,” Miguel gently reminded me, although his voice carried a stern demeanor. “Plus I noticed them leaving you while I waited in line to grab the coffee, especially Kasey.”

My expression softened into a saddened state as my back hunched. “Right, that. . .”

“Lisa, is everything alright with your friends?” Miguel asked me,with concern, his arm reaching out to rest along the back of my chair.

“Mostly, yeah, it’s just Kasey I’m worried about. . .” I sighed, staring down at my plate.

“Have you two not spoken since your fight the other day?” Miguel asked, his voice gentle as he tried to not sound overly probing.

I sighed again, deeper this time. “No,”

Miguel shared his own sigh, shaking his head. “Alright, I know I asked this earlier, but. . . what did Kasey say to you during your fight?”

My pupils went wide at the question, and if I wasn’t already hunched over and we weren’t out in public, I would have curled up into a ball right there and then. “It’s embarrassing. . .”

“Perhaps, but I can tell that it’s clearly been bothering you,” Miguel stated. “Come on, Mona, you’ve always said I can talk to you, so let me return the favor for a change,”

I was hesitant at first, humming in disarray as my gaze flickered between our plates on the table. Long fingers curled around my chin as Miguel gently coaxed me to look up right at him, his thumb brushing along my skin. The look he gave me made me feel like I was going to melt into a puddle.

“Talk to me, mi corazon,” His voice pleaded softly. - my sweetheart

I gulped as his hand lowered from my chin. “Just. . . promise me you won’t freak out?”

His pupils dilated, his head pulling back slightly as if to process my request. He nodded. “I promise,”

“Okay,” I nodded gently, looking around briefly to make sure my mother wasn’t coming back yet. “Well. . .”

I leaned in closer towards him and Miguel reciprocated, angling his head so he could hear me over the bustling chatter of the restaurant.

“Kasey asked me. . . if ‘it was that good’,” I whispered to him, recalling the memory in my mind as I cringed at the thought.

I could literally sense the moment it registers in Miguel’s mind, the meaning behind those words. His cheeks turn red, whether from anger or being flustered, I couldn’t tell exactly as Miguel pulled away. His fingers curled into the wooden chair, taking a deep breath to compose himself. “Now I understand. . .”

“Are you mad?” I asked him nervously, reaching a hand out to engulf my hand over his in a comforting manner. “Please say no. . .”

Miguel managed one more calming breath, breathing through his nose as his eyes closed shut before opening again. There was the tiniest flicker of his brown eyes shifting to red then back to brown again. “I’m not mad, Lisa, just. . . upset that you went through that alone,”

A small weight was lifted from my shoulders as I sighed in relief.

“But I also remember you saying that she didn’t mean it, but that it still hurt to hear,” Miguel added as his hand turned over, his fingers curling around my own and squeezing my hand tightly. “What did you mean by that?”

Now more than ever I wanted to shrink into my chair, to stand up and run and hide. But Miguel’s thumb gently rubbed along the skin of my hand, his eyes patiently staring as he waited for me to answer. My cheeks flushed as I fumbled for the words.

“Well, because. . . we haven’t, you know. . .” I ducked my head down into my shoulders, my cheeks now burning as I noticed the recognition in Miguel’s eyes. “So when she just assumed. . . I snapped. . .”

“I see,” Miguel responded gently, squeezing my hand.

“I apologized to her earlier, because I didn’t know what she had been going through in her private life and deep down I knew she didn’t mean it. She said so long as our performance tomorrow goes well, in the nicest terms, we’re square, but. . .”

The memory rewound itself in my brain, playing like an old record over and over again. God, I felt so fragile at that moment. Just like I do now.

“. . . Is that something you want, Lisa?” Miguel suddenly asked me.

He reached over with his free hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear as I looked up to face him.

“What?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Is that something you’d like to try and. . . pursue with me?” He asked more confidently, “Not now, of course, but in the future?”

My eyes widened at the thought, the idea of Miguel and I being physically intimate with one another. Everything we had tried and done up to this point was. . . magical, as corny as it sounds. But it was the truth.

“I. . . I would love that, Miguel, but. . .” I smile softly at him before it falters into a frown, my voice hesitating.

“What’s wrong, Mona?” Miguel asked me, that look of patience never faltering from his face.

“Nothing! I mean, nothing involving you, of course,” I reassured him with wide eyes as I squeezed his hands. “Miguel. . . you have been so patient with me with this. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve your affection. You’re just. . . amazing, and yet I make myself hesitate because. . .”

Miguel didn’t say anything, his head tilting to the side as his fingers brushed down my hair again. You’ve been so patient with me.

“When it came to our relationship, Ji-Ho left more than just mental scars, Miguel. . .” I shuddered, lowering my face in shame.

I could feel the muscles of his hand twitch as Miguel froze.

Same old Lisa, so snarky and stuck up.

Going to leave a stain here with that Captain America looking buffoon like you did with me in Korea?

I shuddered at his previous threats, my mind filtering back to old memories. I swallowed nervously and without realizing it my hand came up and brushed along my neck as if I sensed someone else’s hand wrapping around it. Threatening to tighten its grip and make me choke.

I could feel the body heat that radiated from Miguel’s body gain closer in proximity as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “We don’t have to discuss this further if you’re not comfortable. But when you are, I’ll be right here,”

A single stray tear raced down my cheek as I willed myself enough courage to look back up at him, his token of affection releasing me from the dark pit I was falling in. “Thank you, Migs. . .”

“Shall we discuss something else to lighten the mood?” He suggested.

A tired sigh escaped me, “Yes, please, before my mother sees me,” I reached over for a napkin to dry my cheek.

Miguel allows me the moment to compose myself as he reaches for his glass. “Tony Stark?” He raised an almost judgemental brow in my direction. “Really?”

I nearly recoiled as I grabbed my wine glass. “Miguel O’Hara, you’re not jealous are you?” I matched his demeanor, leaning back into my chair as I swirled the wine in my glass.

“‘Jealous’ is a strong word,” Miguel rolled his eyes. “What do you like about him anyways?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, he’s funny, and I think his suits are cool,”

“Okay, but without the suit, what made Stark so likable for you?” Miguel glanced over at me with a genuinely curious expression, trying to mask his jealousy.

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist,” I grinned, sipping my wine.

Miguel immediately shot me a look, eyes widening.

“Don’t give me that look, he said it!” I gaped, trying to hide my snicker.

“Oh he’s a philanthropist alright,” Miguel muttered into his cup.

I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Easy, guapo, you are way better than Tony Stark. You take off your suit, who are you, Miguel O’Hara?”- handsome

“You mean other than a guy who goes commando?” He whispered in my ear with a toothy grin.

It took everything in me to not spit my drink out, again. “You know what I mean,”

Miguel snickered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Genius, trillionaire, and a handsomely charming philanthropist,” he grinned. “You are stroking my ego so much tonight, it’s honestly adorable,”

“Well first impressions, meeting the parents and all, I know it can be stressful,” I sighed gently as I set my wine glass down on the table. “Just trying to keep your spirits high,”

“Mona Lisa, I’m having a wonderful time. I like your mother, she’s a lovely woman,” Miguel reassured me with a soft expression, his mind beginning to wander as his gaze drifted. “It’s just. . . having another mother figure appear in my life after my own wasn’t exactly. . . the best,”

Something tugged at my heartstrings as I lifted my head up from his shoulder, concern pulsing in my eyes. Family trouble? “Are you okay?”

After briefly hesitating, Miguel nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s just going to take a moment for me to. . . adjust is all. But I swear to you, I enjoy your mother’s company,”

“I’m glad,” I smiled up at him, squeezing his shoulder. “But if you do ever feel uncomfortable at any point or need to step away, you can tell me, okay?”

Miguel’s smile curled as he leaned in, kissing my cheek. “I promise,”

We smiled warmly at one another before returning to our food.

“Well, all this talk of Stark did make me think of a little passion project of mine,” Miguel’s lips curled into a ghost of a smile.

“Oh?” My eyes perked up. “What kind?”

“I had an idea for another suit,” Miguel mused. He quickly peeked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching them or coming up to their table before he pulled back the sleeve of his jacket, revealing his gizmo. He tapped the screen, revealing a small holographic projection of a schematic for the new spider-suit. “Still nanotechnology, but the protective material would be an armour plating,”

“. . . Is the colour scheme red and gold?” I offered him a playful smirk.

Miguel shot me a look as if I just insulted him and his genius brain, finding comparisons to the comic book hero simply to annoy the shock out of him.

Try as I might, I couldn’t hold back my laughter as I lowered my hand from my mouth, “I’m joking, Migs!”

Miguel scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully at me. “If you must know, I was thinking of a white, black, and red colour pallet. This will make Stark’s suit look like a tea kettle,” he grinned.

“That’s a big claim,” I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m sorry, who did you say was your favourite again?” Miguel gave me a knowing look, as the projection vanished and he leaned into me, wrapping his arm around my back.

“You are, Miguel. My genius, trillionaire, charmingly handsome philanthropist, and Spider-Man,” I smiled, my hands snaking up his chest and caressing his neck.

“Thought so,” He grinned.

“Getting cozy again?” A familiar voice approached us.

Miguel’s eyes glanced up suddenly and his pupils went wide. He quickly stole a kiss from me before pulling away, returning to his seat. “Nothing too scandalous.”

Janet sat back down in her chair, giving me a teasing look before she picked up her fork. “Reminds me of back during my work days, I had dinner with Bon Jovi and his wife one night. Couldn’t keep their hands off one another,”

“Mom!” My cheeks flushed as I hunched into my chair.

My mother erupted with laughter and Miguel’s own hearty chuckle quickly followed after. I looked over at his face, seeing the way he smiled. After realizing how much I loved seeing him smile, I laughed along too.

//////////

Miguel’s P.O.V.

After dinner with Lisa and her mother, Janet, they escorted Lisa’s mother back to the hotel she was staying at. Miguel smiled softly as Lisa hugged Janet tightly, saying her goodbyes. It made him reminisce on what might have been with his own mother.

“I had so much fun tonight,” Janet’s smile was practically beaming as she pulled away to cup Lisa’s face. “Don’t forget the extra suitcase I brought for you, and get plenty of sleep for tomorrow.”

“I promise, mom,” Lisa smiled back, playfully rolling her eyes at the reminder. “Old habits die hard.”

Janet nodded at Lisa before pulling away completely, and looked over towards Miguel. Miguel immediately stiffened, snapping to attention when Janet approached him. To his surprise, she offered him her hand.

“It was very lovely meeting you, Miguel,” Janet offered Miguel a genuine smile. “I can certainly see why Lisa likes you.”

“Aww, mom. . .” Lisa’s cheeks flushed, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked off to the side.

Miguel couldn’t help it as a snicker escaped his lips, shaking his head. He reached over and shook Janet’s hand, offering her a warm smile in return. “It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Mrs Kend– ah, Janet, sorry. Lisa has always spoken highly of you. You’ve raised a wonderful woman.”

“I would certainly hope so,” Janet smiled as she glanced over at her daughter with a teasing look. “I didn’t go into early labor for nothing, you know!”

Lisa’s eyes went wide. “Mom!”

“I’m teasing, dear,” Janet’s lips curled wider as she snickered. “You’ll make sure my sweet Lisa gets back home safe, Miguel?”

Miguel couldn’t help himself even more as he laughed, bringing a hand up to his mouth to calm himself down. “Of course, ma’am. I always do,”

“Such a gentleman,” Janet squeezed Miguel’s hand briefly before pulling her own away. “I’ll see you both tomorrow!”

Miguel could still feel his heart pounding in his chest as he drove Lisa back to her apartment. From all accounts, it appeared he had gotten Lisa’s mother’s approval. She genuinely liked him, and that statement alone made Miguel feel so over the moon with relief.

He helped carry the suitcase into Lisa’s apartment, setting it down on the couch with a grunt. It was surprisingly heavy. “What’s even in here?”

“When my stay in Korea was extended for the foreseeable future at the time, mom packed extra goodies from home for me to try and combat the homesickness,” Lisa explained as she began to unzip the suitcase, pulling the lid open and she gasped. “Oh, yes!!”

“What?” Miguel stepped closer, peering over her shoulder. “What is it?”

It couldn’t be new clothes, she has a closet full of them already. Was it spare medkits? More household items she’ll need to make her everyday life easier?

None of the above.

“Mama came in clutch!” Lisa squealed, clapping happily.

The suitcase was filled to the brim with books, video games and a gaming console.

“No puedo mas,” Miguel grumbled, face palming as he shook his head. - I can’t even

“Hey, what’s with the judgy face?” Lisa retorted as she grabbed a handful of books, setting them aside.

“If my brother were here and he saw all of this? If you two are friends now, after this you two would be insufferable,” Miguel huffed, slouching on the couch next to the suitcase.

“Is he a gamer?” Lisa asked with a curious twinkle in her eye as she started to pile the games onto the coffee table.

“Well he’s not called the ‘King of Virtual Reality’ for nothing,” Miguel shook his head, coming off as a disappointing gesture, but deep down, he was actually proud of his brother’s work.

“Why didn’t he say so before?” Lisa’s eyes widened. “I should invite him over for a game session sometime,”

“Oh no, I hardly get to see you with these new security measures in place,” Miguel stated as waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “I ain’t sharing.”

“And who’s idea was it for said new security measures?” Lisa narrowed her eyes towards Miguel in a teasing manner.

Miguel rolled his eyes at her as Lisa started to lift the gaming console out of the suitcase and set it by the TV. Miguel’s back straightened as he sat up, watching her fiddle with the console’s wiring. “What are you doing?”

“Setting up the console,” Lisa answered, glancing over at him.

“Um, no?” Miguel shot her a questionable look with an eyebrow raised. “You promised your mom you’d get enough sleep for tomorrow’s show, it’s almost 11pm,”

“But video games!” Lisa sulked, a soft whine escaping her. “I haven’t played this for over a year,”

“Nope,” Miguel exclaimed, shooting up from the couch. “Bedtime,”

“Miguel, what are you–?!” Before Lisa could say anything else, Miguel suddenly scooped up Lisa in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder as he hooked his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “Miguel!!”

“Don’t make me tattle on her,” Miguel grinned, snickering.

“Miguel, put me down!” Lisa gawked, laughing as her hand smacked against his back.

All Miguel did was laugh in response as he stalked over to Lisa’s bed, pulling back the curtain. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Miguel reached for Lisa and carefully laid her down on the mattress. His hand cradled the back of her head as Miguel set her down, smiling down at her.

“Now be my smart girl and get ready for bed, please,” He emphasized, his hands now on either side of her head.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed at his close proximity. She sighed, looking up into his eyes. “Fine, only because you said please.”

“Thank you, mi Mona Lisa,” Miguel’s face softened as he chuckled, his fingers brushing some hair away from her face.

As he looked at her, at that moment all he could think of was the one question he asked her during dinner.

Is that something you want?

The idea of getting to that point with her. . . Going all the way. . .

It caused Miguel’s heart to burn, turning his blood hot as he stared at her with such love and longing. But he also knew that he couldn’t rush into it. As tender as this moment was right now.

Ji-Ho left more than just mental scars, Miguel. . .

That arrogant bastard. Miguel swore an oath to himself right there and then, that when the time came when Lisa felt she was ready to be physical with him, he’d make it special for her. He promised himself that he’d make up for the precious lost time and wasted memories that befell on her. Miguel would do everything in his power to make it so magical, the very essence of that k-pop wannabe will be erased from Lisa’s mind for the rest of her life.

Miguel lowered his head, first kissing Lisa’s forehead before his lips trailed down her face. His soft touches made Lisa squirm, giggling before his lips finally found hers. The kiss he planted on her lips was slow, tender and sweet, and judging by the enamored gaze Lisa was giving him, the look he gave her as he pulled away sent chills down her spine.

As it did for him.

“Your mother isn’t the only one looking forward to seeing you on that stage,” Miguel grinned as he pulled away.

Lisa’s eyes widened, sparkling in delight as she sat up. “You’ll be there,”

A portal opened up behind Miguel as he offered Lisa a proud grin. “I wouldn’t miss it for the multiverse,”

////////

Lisa’s P.O.V.

I barely slept a wink last night. It was a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and the overwhelming urge to just scream that kept me up. Even now as I stood backstage, preparing myself to walk out on that stage in front of all of those people, and on live television for the first time in so long, I wanted to scream. It was finally happening.

I took one more peek past the curtain, watching as METRO BOOMIN who had just moments ago walked out on stage to introduce himself to the crowd, hyped them up with this upcoming song. His new song, the one that my friends and I would be performing to. I scanned the crowd, and smiled when I saw two familiar faces.

Miguel and my mother.

My fingers curled, holding my fist close to my chest. This was for them. For Miguel, my mom. . . and for dad. I looked up into the sky, wondering if he was watching me right now. But perhaps not just them. . . if Jin was watching too, I could show him how much I’ve grown since camp.

Footsteps caught my ear as I lowered my fidgeting hands and turned, finding my friends approaching me. We were all dressed in our spider costumes. We worked hard, we practiced and we trained for this very moment. To show the world what we could do.

“Is everyone ready?” I asked them, trying to sound encouraging.

“You bet!” Hannah cheered.

“Let’s rock their socks off!” Touga cheered, his brother jumping up and down to psych himself up.

I looked over towards Kasey, who had decided to remain quiet since our last conversation, at least towards me anyways. From meeting up with the others to get to the venue before the event security guards invited the public, to changing into our costumes and doing our warm up exercises, she hadn’t said a word to me.

She looked between the three of us before nodding softly. “Let’s do it,”

I offered her a soft, small smile as I extended my fist. “Webslingers on 3?”

One by one, they brought their fists into the little circle, our knuckles brushing against one another. “1, 2, 3, Webslingers!”

We shot our hands into the air, laughing and cheering.

“Alright ya’ll, this is a brand new song I got in store for tonight, and I won’t be doing it alone. Give it up for New York’s very own. . . WEBSLINGERS!” METRO BOOMIN’s voice echoed through his microphone.

“That’s our que!” Hannah’s cheery voice sang as she ushered us to move.

One by one, we made our way out to the stage, the audience showering us with welcoming applause. After offering bright smiles and wide waves, we each took our positions on the stage before I signaled METRO that we were ready.

“Let’s get to it!” He cheered.

///////

Miguel’s P.O.V.

A chorus of violins coursed through Miguel’s ears, playing a pleasant and angelic like melody. One by one, spotlights shined on Lisa and her friends as they began to move, as if they were being whisked away like clouds.

“Not done fightin', I don't feel I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feeling like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up~”

The bass kicked in, and the crowd began to howl and cheer in anticipation, getting a feel for the rhythm and the beat. Miguel swayed with them, glancing down at Janet who had a proud look on her face, eyes watering as she couldn’t steer her gaze off of Lisa, and never could he. The song, its lyrics, its melody, entrapped them.

It was as good as Lisa had promised him it would be.

“I'm still fightin' (Metro), I don't feel I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feelin' like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up~”

The crowd cheered as the lights kicked back up again, Lisa and her friends literally jumping into the next set as the electric drums pedal guided them with the beat. Lisa and the girls hung back while the twins Toya and Touga stepped up with their duo choreography.

“Uh, wakin' up, feelin' like the thankful one

Count up my ones, lacin' up my favorite 1's

One of a kind, one of one, the only one

Got one shot and one chance to take it once~”

Their movements were so fluid, for a brief moment Miguel wondered if they were even truly human. The crowd cheered them on as their bodies seemed to swerve, leaning into their next set of moves. His gizmo started to go off, and he almost didn’t notice it due to the strobelights and the loud bass pounding in his ears.

“Kiss my mama on the forehead, 'fore I get the code red

'Cause I was born, bred to go in, toast red

And swing by four-ten, beef patty, cornbread

In the concrete jungle, where my home is!”

As Hannah jumped in to join the twins, Miguel glanced down at his gizmo. He noticed Spider-Byte’s caller ID and his eyes flared. He brought his wrist up towards his face, his finger swiping left to answer. “Margo?”

“Miguel, the scanners are fluctuating again, they're off the charts!,” Margo’s voice filtered through the com-link, filled with worry. “I think something big is about to happen,”

Miguel’s eyes immediately began looking around, his infrared scanner embedded into his sunglasses powering on. “Lyla, where is everyone?”

“Pinging you their locations now!” Lyla’s voice echoed in his ears as one by one, Lyla located Spider-Noir, Webslinger, Gwen, and Peter B. Some were hiding among the cosplay crowd, while others were covertly among the shadows.

He initially had only asked Spider-Noir and Webslinger to keep watch. But Miguel had a weird gut feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling that kept nagging him all night that something just didn’t sit right, and that this wouldn’t go well.

He hated being right.

“All get focused, all range of toast is

The nickname, Mr. Keen-To-Do-the-Mostest

I was livin' down bad in my folks crib

Now I'm laughin' to the bank and the joke is (no way)

Did more things than folks did or folks get

We've been gettin' this fly since some poor kids

My rich friends and my broke friends co-exist

They love to mix and we know what it is~”

What sounded like lightning crackling, followed by a loud roar of thunder caught Miguel’s ears as his gaze immediately shot upward into the night sky. Just above the Statue of Liberty, sparks flew as before his very eyes, a portal opened up.

Oh shock!

“Team move in,” Miguel commanded. “Lyla, call in backup. Send in anyone you can get a hold of!”

/////////

Lisa’s P.O.V.

The sound of a loud crackling of thunder and lighting made me jump and the music came to a screeching halt. My friends and I looked up towards the sky, in fact everyone did. My body froze, standing in shock as I watched a multiversal portal open up above us.

But not from the Spider-Society.

“AYO, EVERYONE EVACUATE!” METRO BOOMIN yelled out into the crowd.

Harry. . . he was back, only this time he wasn’t sending a Russian spy to take me in.

Toya grabbed Hannah, pulling her to the back of the stage. Touga reached for me, but I leapt out of his grasp as I went straight for Kasey, as she stood as calm as the wind, observing the portal with an almost blank stare.

“Kasey!!” I called out to her.

When she slowly turned to face me, her hand reaching for her cheek, I froze in place, Touga right behind me.

“Well, Miss Lisa,” Kasey’s lips suddenly curled into a dark smile as her fingers dug into her skin.

The gasp that left me felt like I had been punched in the gut as Touga instinctively grabbed me, stepping in front of me as I watched in pure horror as Chameleon ripped off the face mask and removed his disguise.

“Mr. Osborn’s stage is finally set, and it’s time to put on the show,”

Kasey. . . where was Kasey?!

“What. . . where is she?” I was desperately searching for my voice as the crowd shrieked at the man now standing before them.

Chameleon laughed at the question, tossing the face mask aside. I could hear Hannah screaming from behind me, Toya hugging her tightly. Toya muttered a curse in his native tongue, eyes widening, but he didn’t falter.

Not even when Chameleon whipped out a gun and opened fire directly at him, and in that split second, I blanked out.

///////

Leave a like or comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

taglist: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

#silk & cologne #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #spiderman atsv #slow burn #fluff #spice

24 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 4 months

Text

Hey everyone! My writing break is over, so I’m resuming work on Silk & Cologne. Chapter 49 was posted January 1st, and I’m starting on chapter 50!

I’ll be visiting family for the week so I don’t believe a new chapter will be ready in that time frame, but I’ll work on it a little here and there while I’m away.

#miguel o'hara #silk & Cologne #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #&&update

0 notes

maddieautobot273 · 4 months

Text

Silk & Cologne (49)

A Miguel O'hara x OC series - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 49: Motherly - previous chapter (X)

Words: 4.5K+ words

Warnings: PG for implied threats of violence

Summary: Lisa's mother is in town for Mother's Day and to see her daughter perform for Marvel Day.

///////

I didn’t remember JFK International airport being so lively when I first came here over a month ago. It was one of, if not, the busiest airports in the world. Travelers from all over the world come here. After all, it was the city where dreams were made of, where it’s been waiting for you .

Thanks Alicia Keys and Taylor Swift.

My palms were beginning to sweat as another group of passengers walked through the arrival gate. I stood up on my toes, trying to search for any sign of my mom. A sigh escaped me as I planted my feet flat on the floor as the crowd cleared. “She’s not there either,”

“Breathe, mi Mona Lisa, she’ll be here,” Miguel’s voice was warm as he soothed me, offering me a small smile. He wore his go to black leather jacket with a red t-shirt, jeans and black slip on shoes. “I’m sure she’s just grabbing her bags,”

Another sigh escaped me as I leaned my head against his arm to anchor myself. “You don’t know her like I do. She’ll pack for a weekend getaway as if she’ll be gone for a month,”

“I know you’re nervous,” Miguel gently reached around me with one hand, his arm hooking around my lower back as his hand rested on my waist. “But everything will be fine. Just focus on spending time with her,”

I managed to turn my head to meet his gaze, his eyes pouring a reassuring look into my direction over his red sunglasses. Miguel seemed so calm and collected on the outside, I was beginning to get jealous of his nerves of steel. But one quick glance behind his back and seeing the death grip he had holding the flowers he bought for my mom in his other hand made me quickly retract that jealousy.

He was just as, if not more , nervous than I was. Here he was putting on a strong front and comforting me when part of him was shaking like a leaf. This poor man was really having it rough right now, and that would explain why he was up earlier than I was after agreeing to spend the night with me at my apartment so we could pick up my mother together.

“Those are lovely flowers by the way,” I smiled, looking back at his face. “She’ll love them, and you,”

Miguel scoffed, a soft chuckle escaping him as he looked down towards me. “Kind words, Lisa,”

I motioned with my finger for him to lean his head down and with a soft smile, he obliged, planting a soft kiss to my lips. Even now that we’ve been officially dating for quite a few weeks now, there was this strong connection that I felt between us. I’d go as far to call it a web even.

I wasn’t sure if it was part of my Spider-Sense, but with everything that had been thrown at us, everything we went through, I felt as if I had known Miguel longer than we actually had met. I’d get butterflies around him easily, but his presence brought me peace, and he made me feel safe. With Miguel behind me, I felt like I could take on the world.

Maybe Lyla was right. I had it bad .

“Well, well, you two appear to look cozy,” A familiar voice purred in delight.

I immediately pulled away from the kiss, eyes wide as I glanced over to see my mother standing nearby, clapping her hands excitedly. She had long blonde hair down to her shoulders wearing a cozy white sweater and a green sleeveless puffer vest over top. With blue jeans and ugg boots, she looked like she was dressed for a light winter.

‘ I get cold easily ’. It runs in the family, despite where I grew up.

“Mom!” I flew open my arms as I approached her, wrapping my arms around her. “I missed you!”

“Oh, I missed you too, dear!” She giggled happily, her body swaying as she hugged me back.

Giving her one final squeeze, I pulled back, draping an arm around her shoulder as I stood at her side. “Mom, I’d like to formally introduce Miguel O’Hara. . . my boyfriend,” I smiled softly as our eyes briefly met.

The wink he quickly flashed me from behind his shades made my heart skip a beat. I was so shocking happy I could call him that for real this time, especially telling it to other people. First my friends and now my mother of all people. It felt good, and I could sense that Miguel felt the same just hearing it.

“Ma’am,” Miguel greeted, offering my mother a polite bow.

I could practically feel my mother’s gaze narrow onto Miguel, sizing him up. I didn’t exactly blame her, considering the last relationship I was in didn’t exactly go too well, and that was putting it mildly. I was terrified she was going to stalk around and analyze his form like she was the judge at a prized dog show, but thankfully she stayed put beside me.

I felt awful for Miguel at that moment. He stood frozen like a deer in headlights. Finally my mom spoke up and her expression changed dramatically.

“Oh, such a nice man, and handsome too!” My mother seemed to practically fawn over him, and I could see a drop of sweat run down the side of his face as he blushed, chuckling nervously.

“Gracias señora, es muy amable. ” Miguel smiled at her, his head tilting slightly to the side. - Thank you, ma’am, you’re too kind.

My mother gasped, hands coming up to her mouth. “He’s bilingual? Oh, I love your accent!”

“Moooom,” I cautiously glanced over, a silent warning.

“Oh, right, I promised to not overdo it, you’re right,” My mother quickly composed herself, brushing herself down before whispering over to me. “He’s so handsome !”

When it comes to my mother and whispering, she always thinks no one can hear her when she does it. So when I noticed the toothy grin on Miguel’s face as he tried to stop himself from snickering, I immediately knew he heard her. ‘ I’m sorry, ’ I apologized through the bond.

‘ Are you joking? I’m having a blast. Besides, I see where you got your adorableness from. Among. . . other things,’ Miguel teased with another wink as I felt a shiver down my spine.

I could feel a flush darken on my cheeks and immediately coughed to compose myself. I’d get my payback later when not in front of my present company. Speaking of presents. . .

“Mom, Miguel was kind enough to get you a little welcome gift,” I smiled sweetly as I motioned towards Miguel, squeezing her shoulders.

“Really?” Her eyes lit up in surprise.

Miguel’s eyes widened briefly. In his nervous state, he had completely forgotten about the flowers he got. Coughing in his other hand to clear his throat and compose himself, he flashed a thankful look towards me before he revealed the flowers, a beautiful bouquet of pink, red and white carnations. “Welcome to New York, Mrs. Kendrick,”

My mother’s eyes lit up at the gesture, “Oh please, call me Janet,” She accepted the flowers, smelling them briefly. “These are lovely, thank you, Miguel,”

“We’ll give you a lift to the hotel so you can drop off your things and then we’ll scope out the Marvel Day festivities,” I smiled as I took the handle of her suitcase with one hand and then linked my other arm with hers. “Dinner is our treat,”

“I can’t wait! I don’t think I’ve been to an event here since the Macey’s Day parade in ‘85,'' Janet beamed.

Miguel led the way as the three of us exited the airport. He had traded in his Ferrari for a four seater Mercedes Benz. I handed Miguel her suitcase before hopping into the backseat with my mom. Miguel flashed me a knowing smile as I winked at him from the back seat before he closed the trunk of the car.

Of course I was going to sit with my mother who I hadn’t seen in months. Miguel climbed into the driver’s seat before turning to look back towards us, his red sunglasses dropping briefly from the bridge of his nose. “Where to, ladies?”

“Four Seasons, Miguel, thank you,” Janet smiled as Miguel nodded towards her and started the car.

My mother glanced over to me, squeezing my hand tightly. In that moment I realized how much I really missed her and gave her another quick hug as Miguel pulled out of the parking lot. After the drama over the course of the last few days, I really needed today.

///////

The streets were lively for the Marvel Day celebrations with events and booths all over the city. Marvel themed food stalls, games, fan artist alleys, and so much more. Not to mention all the great cosplay.

‘If I see one more Spider-Man cosplayer and try to call them Peter or notice they’re missing a gizmo, I’m going to lose it,’ Miguel groaned through our mental bond, clearly getting frustrated.

I could imagine his biggest thing about visiting me in my dimension is that he can take a bit of a break from being an actual superhero and just be a person. He works and interacts with a multiverse sized team of Spider-Men and Women in his home dimension, and now it appeared for the one weekend of the year, he was seeing more of them here. I instinctively reached out, squeezing his shoulder.

“We’re almost there, you’re doing great,” I reassured him softly.

“Is everything alright, dear?” Janet asked.

I quickly realized I had responded to Miguel out loud and back through our mental spider bond. My cheeks flushed immediately as I glanced between them, fumbling my words. “Oh, uh–!”

“I get anxious sometimes when driving,” Miguel quickly chimed in as he offered my mother a glance. “Only during rush hour. It’s atrocious here,”

“Ah, yes, I understand,” She nodded. “Poor Lisa has something similar. That’s why she never got her driver's license. The poor girl nearly fainted during her driver's test!”

“Mom!” My flush burned even darker.

“There’s nothing wrong with not learning how to drive. Besides, our city is a metropolis, you didn’t have to,” Janet smiled sweetly towards me.

“Not in this economy anyways,” I muttered softly.

‘You’ll just have to be stuck as being my passenger princess. A shame really,’ Miguel teased again through the bond and the embarrassment I had previously felt was replaced with a cozy warmth.

That’s two now he’s gonna get payback for.

It was hard to navigate due to some of the streets being closed for the weekend, but we finally made it to the hotel my mother was staying at. I helped my mother out of the car as Miguel carried her luggage with him and the three of us walked inside.

Since I was picking my mother up from the airport, I had unfortunately missed the opening ceremony for Marvel Day. But Hannah came in clutch and shared some pictures in the group chat. It looked like the ‘Star Spangled Banner’ team was part of the performance before they’d start performing their charity showings of the Rogers musical later tonight.

“That looks so much fun! I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to see it with you guys :(“ - Lisa

Our performance wasn’t even until tomorrow night and I was already getting butterflies.Just seeing all the decorations and the various events made me realize that this was actually happening. I was finally going to perform in front of an actual audience again.

“No worries, Lisa! Say hi to your mom for us! Will we see you scooping out any of the events at all before tomorrow?” - Hannah

“Yeah, Miguel and I wanted to show her around the city a bit before dinner. I’m sure we’ll run into each other at some point,” - Lisa

“Bussin!” - Toya

“Nobody says that anymore bro -_-” - Touga

“:P” - Toya

My phone suddenly vibrated, receiving a notification. I didn’t see a new message pop up in the group chat. After scrolling back, I realized it was a private text message from Hannah.

“Have you heard at all from Kasey since the other day?” - Hannah

My heart sank a little as I frowned at the message.

“No, I haven’t,” - Lisa

While a part of me was still sour about the comment she had made during our initial argument, I knew she had other stuff going on in her personal life. Deep down I know she didn’t mean what she had said, and was probably just stressed and going through a rough time. But it still hurts.

Still, I should try and give her the benefit of the doubt.

“Is everything alright with her family?” - Lisa

“Yeah, she came back late yesterday. I chatted with her for a bit. She hasn’t called or texted you?” - Hannah

“Miguel, would you be a dear and wait down here while Lisa helps me put away my things? We won’t be long,” Janet smiled sweetly after checking in at the front desk.

My mother’s voice snapped me out of her trance as I had realized how quickly she had checked in. Miguel was hovering near me as I had taken a seat in the lobby before I quickly stood up, putting my phone away.

“Oh, sure, of course,” Miguel nodded politely. He then looked over towards me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, offering him a smile.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked me.

I nodded, squeezing his hand. “You’ll be fine on your own for a few minutes?” I asked him with a concerned look.

“Yes, mami ,” Miguel rolled his eyes, his voice dripping of sarcasm. - mother

“Smartass,” Lisa grinned as she nudged his side.

“Who’s smartass am I again?” He matched my own grin, his fangs threatening to poke out.

“Mine, of course,” I pecked his cheek before turning away. “We’ll be back,”

“I’ll confirm our dinner reservation in the meantime,” Miguel nodded, his expression relaxing after the affection token.

I followed my mom to the elevator as we went up to her floor. The elevator chimed as the doors pulled open and we walked down the long hallway to her hotel room door. “Let me get that for you,”

“Thank you, dear,” Janet smiled as I unlocked the door for her, allowing her inside first.

I followed close behind, pulling her suitcases along. The room was a two bedroom suite with plenty of space, a washroom and a balcony that overlooked the streets of the city. Even from up here we could hear the distant sounds of celebration from the festivities happening down the street.

I brought up one of her suitcases onto one of the beds, pulling back the zipper. “Okay, where do you want all of these—“

“Are you alright?!” Janet suddenly grabbed my shoulders, turning me around to get a good look at me.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked her, shaken up from her sudden outburst.

“He hasn’t done anything to hurt you or pressured you at all into anything?” She asked me back, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks. “He’s so tall, and those arms! He looks like he could snap you like a twig when you’re not looking!”

“Mom!?” I gawked at her, carefully grabbing her wrists to pull her hands away from me. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Well can you blame me? I hardly know anything about this man and seeing you two all, well, cozy had me worried!” She stated.

My face fell at her accusation. Ah, so that’s what this is about.

“Mom, I promise, everything is okay,” I soothed her as my fingers snaked up to intertwine with hers. “Miguel has been nothing but a gentleman to me,”

“You’re absolutely sure?” She asked me.

“Yes!” I sighed, wrapping her into a tight hug. “He has more than proved himself to me. Miguel makes me really happy, mom,”

I could feel her arms lace around me, squeezing me tightly. “. . . He didn’t take you to a nightclub on your first date?”

Ugh, Ji-Ho and his so-called standards? Barf!

I pulled away, letting her see the smile on my face as my eyes poured into hers, “Try a romantic Italian restaurant. One of the best in the city,”

Her eyes lit up instantly. “Really?”

I nodded softly. My lips then curled into an almost sinister grin. “Speaking of Ji-Ho. . .”

Janet’s eyes suddenly lit up, willed with concern and worry. “What about him? Did he tank his career? Is he dead?!”

“Nope,” I shook my head. “Better than that,”

“What, what, tell me!” She shook my arms vigorously. I thought she’d tear my arms off.

“Well, as fate would have it, Ji-Ho was dining with some friends at said same Italian restaurant Miguel took me to for our first date. He was being the same as he always was and after we had a brief yet exhausting conversation, Miguel took it upon himself to have a word with the hostess and got him kicked out of the restaurant,” I recapped the story with a proud grin.

Janet gasped loudly, her hands instantly covering her mouth. “In front of everyone?!”

“Well, discreetly, of course. Turns out he wasn’t acting like a model customer anyways, so the hostess took the opportunity to politely inform him and his buddies to vacate,” The grin never left my face as I leaned against the bed, “Miguel came back to the table, poured me a glass of wine as he reassured me I was safe, and we continued our romantic evening,”

A romantic evening that ended with a kiss in the rain straight out of a movie. I’ll keep that part to myself for now. It was strange, but I wanted to keep that part to myself for now.

“He did?” Her eyes sparkled in delight.

“He picked me up at my apartment, surprised me and my friends with roses and brought me back home after,” I smiled knowingly.

“Oh, the Mercedes?” She asked me with a curious glint.

My smirk grew wider. “That night it was a Ferrari,”

She leaned closer. “How much money did you say he makes?”

“Mom!” I gawked at her again, recoiling back as I shot her a not super serious look.

“What?” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s just a question.”

“That doesn’t matter!” I rolled my eyes as I glanced back at the suitcase. “Besides, I’ve tried asking him and he won’t budge,”

“He sounds very humble,” Janet smiled gently, placing her hands on her hips.

“He’s humble, kind, handsome, charming, and super smart,” I sighed, my heart fluttering as I thought of all the things I admired about him. “He’s a little rough on the outside, a bit of a temper, but deep down he’s very compassionate when you get to know him,”

”I just. . . I don’t want your heart to get broken, sweetheart. Not again,” Janet squeezed my hand tightly.

“I know, mom, and I’m grateful for that,” I smiled softly as I leaned my head against her. “If you’re not sure to fully trust him yet, then all I ask is that you trust me to trust him . Please?”

Janet’s eyes poured into mine, assessing my expression and trying to get a read on me that said I was faking it. But I never faltered. I knew the man I was defending.

I shielded him from a bat demon. I could defend his honor before my mother.

“Well, if it means that much to you, honey, I’ll try,” she nodded.

“Thank you, mom,” I sighed in relief before giving her one more tight hug.

//////////

After our brief but deep conversation, my mom and I reunited with Miguel in the lobby before we left the hotel. The extra suitcase my mom had brought as extra things from home was for me to keep and so Miguel packed it back in his trunk to drop it off at my place at the end of the day. Until then, we had the rest of the day to explore.

Marvel Day was now in full swing. Various cosplayers filled the streets as we explored different vendors and events. It took me half an hour to pull my mother away from the 24/7 Christmas store on this block that was having a sale on all their Marvel themed accessories.

When I finally found a new vendor that piqued her interest, Miguel offered to get us all coffee, seeing the line at the local coffee shop had died down. We each passed him along our orders before he went off.

“I’ll be back,” He smiled gently towards me, kissing my hand.

“I’ll be here!” I smiled with a goofy expression.

I watched as Miguel went off to get in line before I started turning around to join my mother again when I heard another voice call out to me. “Lisa!”

I glance over to see my friends. Hannah was waving excitedly at me while Toya and Touga hovered near her. Trailing close behind them with her hands in her pockets and a tired expression was Kacey. My face fell a little when I saw the expression on her face, but I tried not to dwell on it considering what he was most likely going through back home.

“Hey! You found me!” I greeted them happily as I hugged Hannah.

“Told ya we would!” Hannah giggled.

“Have fun with your mom?” Touga asked with a grin.

“I had to physically drag her out of the Christmas store just a few minutes ago,” I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to check that out!” Hannah smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m gonna get a head start on decorations!”

“We won’t keep you since you’re obviously spending time with your mom, but we just wanted to say hi,” Toya offered me a kind smile. “See ya tomorrow for the show?”

“I can’t wait! We’ll kill it out there,” I offered him a fist bump and he happily reciprocated.

“See you then,” Hannah waved goodbye at me as she kept walking, the twins following behind her.

Kacey didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at me. There was this strange uneasy look in her eyes that seemed out of character to her.

Was she still upset about our fight?

“Hey. . .” I waved at her.

She didn’t answer me, just tilting her head to the side as she hummed.

“So. . . I’m sorry if I pushed any buttons the other day. I didn’t realized how stressed you were, and you had a point. I should have been a little more focused. But I know we’ll do great tomorrow, so. . . see you on stage?” I offered her my hand, initiating a hand shake.

Her eyes glanced down to my hand, accessing it as if I was offering her a once in a lifetime choice.

“Just don’t do anything stupid and we’re square,” Kasey grumbled as she walked passed me, shoving my shoulder in the process.

I stumbled slightly, taken back as I watched her walk away. I was too stunned to speak I didn’t notice another set of footsteps walking towards me. They cleared their throat, requesting my attention as I turned.

I immediately regretted it.

“Did I hear that correctly about you being in a show?” Ji-Ho sneered, raising a skeptical brow.

My nostrils flared as I crossed my arms over my chest. “If you must know, yes, my team and I will be the backup dancers for Metro Boomin when he debuts his new song tomorrow at the Statue of Liberty,”

“You? Performing ?” Ji-Ho gawked with a near disgusted expression on his face. “I find that very hard to believe,”

“You thought I’d just wallow in a hole in despair after everything that happened?” I asked him, glaring my eyes at him as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Oh, I didn’t think , I knew ,” Ji-Ho taunted, his smirk haunting as he dared to inch closer towards me.

“I find it odd that you’re obsessed with my apparent downfall,” I tilted my head to the side. “Afraid my comeback will outshine your spotlight?”

“You should have stayed down on the ground, broken and splintered with the glass where you belong,” Ji-Ho threatened.

I felt my heart flutter in my chest as I stood my ground, refusing to move. I wasn’t the same girl from 2 years ago. I’d prove it to him here and on that stage tomorrow night.

We both seemed to stare at each other, locking in a death gripping staring contest, waiting for one or the other to break first. Footsteps caught my ear from behind me and Ji-Ho’s gaze flickered for a split second before his face crumpled at the sight of the tall and knowingly more handsome figure approaching.

“There you are sweetheart,” Miguel’s voice practically sang in relief as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, kissing my temple before he lowered his tone to a purr. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,”

I could tell by his tone alone that he was saying all of this whilst staring right into Ji-Ho’s soul. My ex stumbled a step backwards, as if he were looking at the reincarnations of Hades, and I was his Persephone counterpart. He tried to act tough, but I could see his knees buckle.

“Who’s this?” Miguel asked with a knowing gaze. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Actually, honey, he was just leaving,” I narrowed my gaze harder towards Ji-Ho.

Ji-Ho’s stance buckled as he stepped back, surprised by our combined stance. He adjusted the collar of his jacket to improve his already horrendous image, sneering. “Break a leg tomorrow,”

I watched him walk away and once he was out of range, I immediately leaned against Miguel, letting out a deep sigh of relief. “He’s like a leech, I swear!”

“Here’s something to cheer you up then,” Miguel smiled, handing me my coffee cup.

“Thank you,” I breathed easy as I caught a whiff of the aroma, taking a quick sip.

“You’re welcome,” Miguel suddenly leaned in close to my ear, his lips brushing against it. “ Honey ,”

I nearly choked on my coffee.

“You’re not gonna let that go are you?” I asked him.

“On that contrary, I actually like it,” He grinned, keeping me close as we began to walk away from the vendor I was checking out.

“Then I’ll consider keeping it and making it a regular thing,” I smiled back at him as I glance around us. “Wait, where’s mom?”

Miguel attempted to hide his snicker, but failed. “She’s back at the Christmas shop,”

Lord have mercy on my soul.

////////

Leave a like or comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

tagged: @0eye0, @sadgurlstar , @uhnanix , @r1dd1kulus, @kirablommuwu @kenacole @kuinnoa, @devotedlyatomicdeer @hltendo , @r0sib3lleeditx @noahspector @senicrile @ahoeformyself

#silk & cologne #&&silk & cologne #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #fluff #slowburn #slow burn #enemies to lovers

3 notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 4 months

Text

New fanart about their similarities, STUBBORNESS

Lets do a game: tell me in the comments what are they arguing about! 🤣

My Commissions are Open! If interested, please send me a former e-mail: [email protected]

@greensagephase

#I love this #they both do be stubborn #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #Gabriela O’Hara

5K notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 4 months

Text

You thought I was done?...

#YOOOOO #LOOK AT HIM #i’m so 🥰🥰🥰#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #fan art #art #portrait

7K notes · View notes

maddieautobot273 · 4 months

Text

Silk & Cologne - Christmas Special (10)

All I Want For Christmas Is You - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 10/10 - Merry Christmas To All - previous chapter (X)

Words: 3.1K+ words

Summary: Lisa wakes up to a few surprises on Christmas morning.

///////

Lisa wakes up, sitting up so quickly she nearly gives herself whiplash. Taking deep steady breaths, she finds herself back in Parker Manor, specifically the living room. It was daylight outside, early Christmas morning and the snow had stopped falling.

The fire had burned out in the fireplace, small clusters of ashes at the base, but the room was still warm. The sunlight shining through the window reflected on the ornaments of the Christmas as Lisa calmed her nerves, adjusting her position. She looked down at herself, finding herself back in her pajamas.

The spell worked. The Sugar Plum Fairy brought her back home. Or. . was it really all just a dream?

“Lisa, good morning!” A cherry voice caught her ear as she glanced over, finding Peter B. and Miles already up. “Merry Christmas!”

Lisa jumped, her cheeks flushing as she saw them. She was so caught up in her trance that she didn’t even notice them sitting in the center of the room, Peter B. already dressed for the day, while Miles wore a long sleeve shirt and comfy sweatpants.

They appeared to be playing with MayDay who had already opened up one of her gifts, a cute little toy doll. Lisa smiled softly at the sight as she managed the energy to pull her legs over the window nook, pushing the blanket off of her. “Merry Christmas to you too,”

“We didn’t wake you, did we?” Miles spoke up, a quick apologetic look in his eyes as he waved at her.

“No, not at all,” She shook her head. “Just a. . . restless sleep is all,”

“You were mumbling in your sleep there for a quick minute,” Peter B. gave her a concerning look. “You feeling okay? Was it a nightmare?”

“No, just a. . .” Lisa was at a loss for words as she tried to describe what exactly she had seen. “Just a very strange dream,”

“Maybe Aunt May was right. No hot chocolate before bed,” Miles disgruntled, shaking his head.

Soon the rest of the Spiderkids came down to sneak a peek at all the presents, playing with MayDay wanting to show her that ‘Santa Clause came’. Lisa smiled at the sight as the kids talked, trying to predict what gift they got. But there was still someone missing and her heart ached as she glanced over, finding Nutcracker right where she left him on the window nook.

Lisa smiled at Nutcracker, gently picking him up and setting him down on the coffee table. She reached for her phone, glancing at the lock screen. No messages or missed calls from Miguel. Was he still flying over, or did he make it on the plane?

“Lisa, look outside!” Gwen suddenly spoke up, shaking her shoulder as she pointed at the window.

The sound of a car catches their ear as Lisa turns to look out the window. It’s a taxi, and stepping out of the back passenger seat was–!

“Miguel!” Lisa squeals as she scrambles out of her makeshift bed at the window nook.

“Miguel?” Pav repeats, his eyes brimming with excitement.

Lisa paid no mind to the rest of the Spider-gang as they watched her slip on her boots. She didn’t even bother grabbing her coat as she ran for the door, throwing it open before stepping outside. Miguel hadn’t even taken a step away from the taxi cab when he saw her barreling down the stairs.

“Hey, where’s the fire?” He cackled, his arms open wide.

“You’re here!” Lisa exclaims as she jumps into his awaiting arms, hugging him for dear life, tears in her eyes. “You’re actually here!”

“I told you I’d make it, mi amor,” He grinned, his strong arms engulfing her in a warm embrace as he slowly spun her around. “Where’s your jacket, aren’t you cold?” - love

“Don’t patronize me,” Lisa muttered into his neck.

Miguel laughed again, pulling away just enough so that he could see her face as his hand snaked up to caress her cheek. He leaned in close, pressing a long, tender kiss to her lips. “Merry Christmas, mi Mona Lisa,”

“Feliz navidad guapo,” Lisa grinned up at Miguel, returning the kiss. - Merry Christmas handsome

“You two come inside now before you catch a cold,” Peter B. called out to them from the door, holding MayDay close to him.

The baby babbled excitedly seeing Miguel as the spider kids waved at them through the front window. Miguel grabbed his bags from the cab and the pair made their way back inside the manor. Everyone welcomed Miguel with open arms and holidays greetings and now the Spider-Christmas party was officially well under way.

The rest of the morning went by quickly, but as the old saying goes, time flies when you’re having fun. After eating a quick breakfast, everyone gathered back in the living to open their gifts. The floor was littered with wrapping paper and gift bags as laughter, cheers, and other sounds echoed through the room.

MayDay’s smile was contagious as Peter B. helped her open her gift from Miguel and found that it was a new spider-man beanie, but with Miguel's suit design. MayDay clapped, wanting to immediately put it on.

“UNKLE MIGAL!” she cheered.

Hand over her heart, Lisa melted at the sight, leaning into Miguel who wrapped an arm around her. “That is so cute!”

“Miguel, how did you do that?” Peter B.’s eyes went wide in delight as he helped MayDay adjust it to her liking.

“MJ helped me make it,” Miguel smiled as he looked up at the red head, offering her an appreciative nod.

MJ, holding a steaming mug of coffee, smiled back, offering him a toast.

The gift giving winded down as everyone settled, showing off their new gifts. Gwen played with her new drum sticks, Miles admired his new set of wireless headphones, Hobie got a new guitar, and as it turns out, Aunt May was Pav’s secret santa and surprised him with homemade chai and a trio of tea leaf pouches. The poor boy was beside himself; he couldn't stop crying.

After a late lunch, it was quiet in the house as Miguel sipped his coffee. He lounged on the couch next to Lisa who cuddled beside him, nestled in the cute sweat he got her. Jess steps into the room, “Hey, don’t mean to interrupt, it’s time for my daily walk and my husband normally spots me, in case this little one decides it's time. Lisa, would you mind coming with me?”

“Oh, sure! Not at all, Jess,” Lisa smiles up at her before glancing over at Miguel, pecking his cheek. “Be back soon,”

“I’ll be waiting,” He smirked over at her as Lisa got up.

Lisa slipped on her boots and coat, making sure she had her phone on her. “If the baby does come knocking, we’ll call you!”

“That would be some Christmas miracle,” Jess grinned before waving the others off. “We’ll be back in a few!”

“Be careful with the ice,” Aunt May waved back, cautioning them as they shut the door.

The room goes still as they leave, everyone frozen in place as they listen to the sounds of the ladies boots stomping down the front steps. Miles glanced over towards Gwen who was the closest to the window.

“Are they gone?”

Gwen peeked through the glass before offering them a thumbs up. “All clear,”

Miguel’s face suddenly turned serious as he sat up, setting his coffee down before looking to the rest of the group. “You all know the plan, right?”

“Right!” The kids cheered.

“Alright, it’s showtime people, get to your positions, we got about 5, maybe 7 minutes if we’re lucky,” Miguel instructed as he glanced down at his watch.

“Let’s move it!” Peter B. ushered the kids to move as they scampered along, grabbing their boots and coats before sneaking out of the house through the back door. He placed a steady hand on Miguel’s shoulder, looking over at his companion. “You ready?”

Miguel reached a hand into his pocket, his fingers clutching on to the small box inside. “More than ready,”

////////

Lisa and Jess take a walk around the woods near the manor, sticking to a hiking trail away from the main roads. The pair talk and gossip among themselves to pass the time. Lisa laughs at a joke Jess made as they turn the corner and something catches Lisa’s eyes.

There’s a tree decorated with white Christmas lights. Lisa was temporarily captivated with its charm until she glanced over and noticed another tree was decorated with lights, and the one behind it. In fact, a whole row of trees were decorated, as well as the ones across from them.

As if they were leading somewhere. . .

Lisa’s heart fluttered as she glanced over towards Jess. “Uh, did we accidentally walk into one of the neighbors' yards?”

Jess gives Lisa a look that gives off the sense that she knows more than she’s willing to tell. She shrugged her shoulders. “Beats me. Should we see where it goes?”

Lisa takes another glance between the decorated trees and Jess. The fact that her spider-sense wasn’t going off told her that they weren’t in any real danger. But this was all becoming very suspicious as Lisa offered her friend an arm to help her. “Alright then,”

The two girls follow the lights, each flashing and sparkling in different colours. The deeper they went down the path, the more Lisa’s palms began to sweat. Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach, giving her an anxious feeling. What was going on?

Although she couldn’t stop the corner of her lips from going upward as her mind began to wander.

When they came to the end of the steep trail, Lisa and Jess found themselves in a clearing, free of trees and untouched snow. There was a large tree in the center, decorated with more colourful lights and some ornaments. Surrounding the base of the tree in a large circle were small electrical candles.

Miguel suddenly emerged from behind the tree, stepping around wearing his cozy sweater and gray trench coat. There was a soft smile on his face as he looked towards them, hands behind his back. Lisa’s knees began to quake as she realized his attention was focused solely on her.

“Wait. . .” Lisa looked between him and Jess, her voice wavering. “What’s going on?”

“Go on, now,” Jess nudges Lisa to start walking over, a big smile on her face. She pulls her arm away from Lisa before showing off her left hand, her engagement and wedding band glistening in the sunlight. “I got mine already. Go and get yours,”

That did it for her. Now it was really starting to sink in as Lisa’s heart swelled, tears threatening to burst free as she glanced back towards Miguel. He didn’t move, waiting patiently for her at the Christmas tree. Managing a shaky breath, Lisa quickly brushed away the tears and slowly began to walk forward.

With every step, Lisa’s heart pounded in her chest. She fiddled and fidgeted with her fingers to aimlessly distract herself from falling apart completely, because everytime she would look up at Miguel’s face, her cheeks flushed and had to fight the urge to cry tears of joy. She carefully stepped over the line of candles, the snow crunching beneath her boots while approaching Miguel.

Don’t lose yourself now. Let him do what he needs to do first.

Miguel’s smile was gentle as his arms relaxed, moving from his back as he reached out to take her hands in his. “Hi,”

“Hi,” Lisa replied back with a nervous, goofy looking grin. “What are you doing?”

“Something I was going to do two weeks ago, but this felt like the better place and time to do it,” Miguel chuckled back as he answered, marveling at the look on Lisa’s face when she realized what he had meant.

“You mean you– at the restaurant or the ice rink?” She gasped, her mind racing as she shook her head. “Nevermind, this. . . this is perfect,”

“Well, good thing I changed tactics then,” Miguel teased, winking at her.

They both shared a laugh and Lisa could feel her nerves calming briefly. But then she watched Miguel close his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. His grip on her hands tightened every so slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, there was nothing but love and devotion in his eyes.

It was time.

“I didn’t know what to expect when I first met you. But day by day, little by little, you showed and taught me kindness, compassion, and patience. The most I have seen quite possibly in any person I’ve ever met in my life. I know I can be. . . taxing, at times, so the patience I especially admire,” He began, Miguel’s thumb gently brushing against her skin in circular motions.

“Well, you’re my asshole, remember?” Lisa cracked a smile as they both laughed.

Miguel’s laughter toned down, shaking it off as he composed himself. His fingers brushed past her hands, wrapping his arms around her middle, holding her close. “And don’t you forget it,”

Lisa nodded, her cheeks flushed as she motioned for him to continue.

“And as the days turned into weeks, and then months, Lisa I… I thought I’d never get a second chance at this. At more than friendship, but when I realized I could, I haven’t and will never look back,”

Lisa could feel a lump in her throat forming, the waterworks threatening to break loose as she smiled at him.

“You helped me learn how to have fun again, and I laugh every time your child-like wonder rubs off on me. Now that it’s been years, and I’m assuming things are going well? Great even?” He raised a curiously teasing brow towards her.

“Yes, it’s been great,” Lisa nodded her head, giggling softly as a few stray tears raced down her cheeks.

Miguel’s eyes glistened. “I want many more years with you, mi Mona Lisa, and I hope, judging based on your reaction, that you want that to,”

He was just teasing her at this point, edging her on. Lisa laughed again, squeezing his hands. “More than anything!”

“Then I guess there’s only one thing left to do then. I have one more gift to give,” Miguel gently pulled his hands away from her. He took a step back and Lisa couldn’t stop the sob like gasp that escaped her lips as Miguel got down on one knee. There was a hint of concern in his eyes as he looked at her, “Are you okay?”

Covering her mouth with her lips, Lisa eagerly nodded, ushering him to continue.

Miguel’s smile never faltered as tears formed in his eyes. “Lisa Kendrick, mi Mona Lisa, my Spider-Muse, mi corazon, mi princesa, will you make me the happiest man in the multiverse. . .” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. “And marry me?” - my sweetheart, my princess

The floodgates broke loose. Lisa’s legs quaked as she collapsed, falling to her knees. Instinctively Miguel reached for her with his free hand, his arm wrapped around her to steady her. Lisa sniffled, sucking in a breath as she met his gaze, cupping his face. “Oh, Miguel, yes! Of course I will!”

Tears raced down Miguel’s cheeks as he kissed her passionately, his arm latched around her tightening as he held her close. He kissed her once more, twice, before his lips wandered to kiss away the tears on her cheeks. “I love you, Lisa. I love you so shocking much,”

Lisa couldn’t tell if she was crying or laughing or a mix of both. They both pulled away to give each other some air as Miguel carefully plucked the ring from the box and helped put it on Lisa’s ring finger. It fit perfectly, and Lisa’s hand trembled as she looked at it.

Miguel placed a gentle kiss on her fingers. “Merry Christmas, soon-to-be Mrs. O’Hara-Kendrick,”

Lisa’s smile brightened, rivaling that of the sun as she hugged Miguel tightly. “Merry Christmas to you too, soon-to-be Mr. O’Hara-Kendrick,”

Lisa’s crying almost toned out the new sounds that erupted around her. Sounds of cheering and laughter as she pulled away and looked up to see the rest of the Spider-gang converge on their position. Had they been hiding this whole time saw the whole thing?!

“Congratulations!” They cheered.

Lisa’s smile was bright as she briefly pulled away from Miguel, glancing between him and the kids as Miguel laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “They helped me decorate,”

Her eyes widened as she looked at their friends. “You knew?!”

Miles nodded with a grin as the rest of the kids laughed. “Miguel texted me two weeks ago asking for help in planning this,”

“You planned it that far in advance?” Lisa gawked.

“Was I not supposed to surprise you?” Miguel teased, running his fingers through her hair.

“Come on, Aunt May’s got hot cocoa and a cake waiting for ya’ll back at the house,” Hobie motioned for the pair to follow them as he took the lead.

Smiling sweetly at one another, they helped each other to their feet, brushing off the snow from one another. Miguel offered Lisa his arm and she took it, wrapping her arms around him as the pair walked after the others. As they walked, Lisa glanced down at her hand, admiring the engagement ring on her finger.

Her heart swelled, watching as the diamond seemed to glisten along with the snow. She leaned her head against Miguel’s bicep, humming to herself. Then she started to sing softly.

“I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need. . .”

Lisa could feel Miguel’s eyes linger towards her as they walked. “Mona, what are you doing?”

“I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree. . .”

Lisa glanced up to meet his gaze, her eyes twinkling as she sang to him. It didn’t take long for Miguel to put two and two together. He smiled at her before gently taking her hand in his, lifting it up as he guided her to slowly twirl.

“I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know. . .”

When Lisa had twirled completely around, she felt Miguel’s strong arms caress her waist as he lifted her up. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around her, carrying her. What surprised her even more was when Miguel sang back.

“Make my wish come true!”

Lisa smiled softly at Miguel as her fingers curled into his hair. She pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes and basking in his presence, his warmth.

“All I want for Christmas is you~”

As they shared one more kiss, snowflakes started to fall, and there was nowhere else Lisa would rather be than right here at this very moment.

///////

Happy Holidays everyone! Work on Silk & Cologne will resume in the new year on January 1st!

#silk & cologne #christmas special #holiday special #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #miguel o'hara x oc #atsv #across the spiderverse

0 notes