Hi, if you're feeling up to it could you write Flowerfang with others, such as the spider people, seeing it? Couple or not they just see the potential or feelings but don't say anything. To be honest, I picture Peter B. Parker just side-eyeing Miguel.
secret/hidden relationships are one of my favorite tropes ngl too bad these two are shit at hiding it lmao
âSo thereâs an elephant in the room here, right?â Pavitr says one day after Miguel has stepped out to âtake a callâ and Miles, several minutes later, begged off to âgo do homeworkâ.
Gwen, Peter, and Hobie all glance around the table at each other. The only person not feeling the sudden tension in the room is Mayday, who for once is staying put in her sling against Peterâs chest. Mostly because sheâs asleep. Sheâd worn herself out earlier when the group had been running some drills at Miguelâs behest. This is supposed to be the chill after party for them but now theyâre down three people; one to exhaustion and two toâŚwhatever theyâre doing.
âAlright,â Hobie eventually says. âGuess Iâll say it.â He pauses for effect then, âTheyâre fuckinâ.â
Gwen and Peter wince, Pavitr nods knowingly, and Mayday lets out a little snore.
âDo you have to say it like that?â asks Peter weakly.
Hobie shrugs at him. âItâs true, aint it? Weâre all pickinâ up on it.â
âKind of hard not to,â Pavitr adds.
âI meanâŚtheyâre pretty discrete, honestly,â Gwen says hesitantly. She doesnât look at all pleased to be discussing her friend and mentorâs potential sex life. âI didnât realize until last week when Miles had that hickie on his neck and Miguel kept staring at it.â
âWas damn big,â Hobie agrees. âI realized when I heard Miguel call Miles baby a while back. Didnât think no one could hear them I guess.â Â
âIt was all the eye-fucking for me,â Pavitr offers with a sage nod. âNo two people can stare at each other that intensely that often without it meaning something.â
As the words trail off the group turn as one to Peter and by extension Mayday. But considering Mayday is still sound asleep, their attention is only on the father. He hunches his shoulders a bit under the attention.
âIf you ask me this whole thing is weird. Like, clearly I didnât teach Miguel to be a good enough mentor if heâsâŚwell, you know-â
âBanginâ Miles?â Hobie offers helpfully, and Peter winces again.
âYeah. That. Anyways, itâs weird. I donât approve.â
âNobodyâs asking if you approve,â Pavitr says, leaning forward eagerly. âWe just want to know how you knew.â
Peterâs face contorts briefly and then he sighs. âAlright, fine. I went over to Milesâ place to ask him to babysit andâŚwell, his sketchbook was open on the desk.â
âHe draws Miguel!?â Gwen asks incredulously.
âHow romantic!â swoons Pavitr.
âItâs not!â Peter snaps, then pauses. âOkay, yeah, I guess it is.â
âPretty sweet,â Hobie agrees. âI think Miguelâs gone on him too.â
Peterâs âYeah?â is rather hopeful, and Hobie and Pavitr both nod. Gwen is slower to agree  but she comes around a second later.
âIt would make sense,â she says slowly. âI meanâŚif Miguel were just using Miles he wouldnât be hovering so much, you know? Insisting on all this training and stuff. Iâm almost positive itâs for Milesâ benefit first and foremost, and our benefit is just kind of a bonus.â
âSpeak for yourself. As far as Iâm concerned, all this exercise is just a way to get Mayday down for a nap,â Peter snorts.
âMiguel doesnât seem like the type to go for pet names with a fuck buddy,â Hobie picks the conversation back up. âAnâ I definitely heard him say baby.â
Silence briefly stretches over the group, each of them thinking over the shared information. Some of the tension has eased now that they each know the others are in on the secret and itâs no longer something they have to worry about alone. But itâs stillâŚ
âDo you think theyâll ever tell us?â Pavitr asks.
âDunno. Wanna take bets?â Hobie pulls his feet down off the table and leans forward, suddenly more interested. âTwenty bucks each, winner take all. I say theyâre not gonna own up willingly. Someoneâs gonna walk in on em.â
âIâll take you up on that! I say theyâll tell us before the month is out.â The earnestness in Pavitrâs voice has Hobie snorting and Gwen smiling.
âAlright, fine, I say itâll take a year,â she says.
âSix months,â Peter adds. âAnd Mayday is betting on Christmas.â
Hobie raises an eyebrow. âAnd is Mayday gonna pay up when she loses?â
The shocked, offended gasp Peter lets out isnât even exaggerated. He turns his body away from Hobie, as if to shield Mayday from him. âHow dare you! Mayday is a lady of her word, she would never not pay up. Also, sheâs going to win, because sheâs smarter than all of you.â Â
Hobie shrugs a shoulder. âFair enough.â
Miguel chooses that moment to come stalking back in. There is no outward sign of what he was up to, except for the fact that his hair is ever so slightly ruffled. Like maybe somebody was running their hands through it and when Miguel went to put himself to rights again it didnât want to stay down again.
Conversation of course immediately falls silent, and Miguel pauses just before he sits down. His eyes narrow. âWhat? Why are you all staring at me?â
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Do you think you could write an a/b/o for omega Miles babysitting Mayday at HQ, and tsundere alpha Miguel doesn't know how to cope? The way you write these two is just *chef's kiss*
Nonnie i could kiss you for this request i love it so so much. i kinda...went a little nuts with it lmao. first its sappy then it gets sad and it ends very horny. its 2k long ajdfkdj;a. i think im gonna write the sex scene later and post it as a full fic.
There are very few things that can stop Miguel O'Hara in his tracks these days. He's been there, seen it all, got the goddamned spider suit to prove it. Surprising him is nigh impossible and he likes it that way.
For some reason, Miles Morales seems to be at the top of the list of things that can get to him though.
Miles, with his big dark eyes and his sneer and his inability to listen to common sense or reason. The Omega superhero who defies every stereotype about his gender. Who smells absolutely amazing and is stunning in action, lithe body built perfectly for his acrobatics. Â
Miles, who is currently sitting in HQ's control room with Mayday in his lap, his face bright and smiling as she babbles at him. He's got her little hands in each of his own, lifting them one after the other as she stamps her feet.
"I know!" he says in response to her babbling, attention completely on the little girl. "It's crazy, right? Tell me more about it."
Mayday obliges, her babbling raising in both pitch and tempo like she really is going on a diatribe of some kind. She seems to be enjoying having a captive audience and isn't going to let it go to waste.
It's...well, Miguel really and truly has been stopped in his tracks. It's the first Omegean thing he's ever seen from Miles. Normally he's so contrarian and difficult, not to mention eager to jump into danger and equally as capable of actually handling it. You'd think he was an Alpha the way he behaves, small, lithe form be damned.
Seeing him like this, soft and sweet and smiling, his scent bright and nearly floral, is...doing things to Miguel. Bringing up feelings and urges that he's known were there, but which he'd been successfully keeping under lock and key.
Miles suddenly seems to become aware of Miguel's presence, and he looks up. His smile fades a little but it's a smile all the same, and Miguel's pretty sure Miles hasn't smiled at him since...well, everything. It looks good on him.
"Hey, wasn't sure when you were going to be back. Peter asked me to babysit for him though and I figured hanging out here would be better than taking her home with me. Not sure how I would explain that one to my folks."
The idea of someone mistakenly thinking Mayday is Milesâ, that the Omega has a child, has been mated and more, makes Miguelâs nostrils flare. He clamps down ruthlessly on the reaction, knowing that if he doesnât his interest will undoubtedly be noticeable in his scent.
âJust keep it down,â are the words that come off of Miguelâs tongue. Theyâre better than Do you want a child? or Youâd make a good mother or, even worse, I could give you one of your own, if you want.Â
Milesâ smile turns into a frown and then an unhappy twist. He clicks his tongue, says, âWhatever, man,â and goes back to Mayday. Heâs speaking quietly to her now but Miguel can pick up his own name and big meany and assh- wait I canât say that to you.
Miguel just heads for his central computers, waking them up and logging into the system to check on how everything is running today. But he canât help the way he watches Milesâ and Maydayâs reflections on the screen. He canât pick up many details like this but he can still smell them. Happy, pleased Omega, and the young, innocent scent of a child unpresented. Of babe and mother.
Christ, Miguel is going to hell for this.
Itâs been about an hour of Miguel pretending to work but actually getting very little done, when Miles speaks up. âHey, Miguel, you know stuff about kids, right?â
Miguelâs shoulders hunch and he breathes out slowly. Of course he does. He turns, glaring back at Miles. Mayday has been dragging him around the room with her crawling and right now theyâre both hanging upside down from the ceiling, Miles sitting cross legged and her on his shoulders.
âYes,â Miguel says sharply.
Milesâ mouth twists, but for once it doesnât seem like itâs directed at Miguel. âSorry, that was kinda insensitive, huh? I was just curious, ya know, about parenthood and all.â
Another bolt of longing shoots through Miguel. Itâs part arousal, part wistfulness for his lost family.
You could start again, part of him says. Children. A mate. Itâs not too late for you. Heâs right there.
âWhat do you want to know about it?â
Miles shrugs, which causes Mayday to wobble dangerously and laugh delightedly about it. âJust, is it good? Like, hanging out with Mayday is great, but I canât imagine having one of my own.â
You donât have to imagine, Miguel thinks, but says, âItâs different, when theyâre yours.â
âHow so?â
Miguel sighs and holds out his arms to Mayday. Even though sheâs halfway across the room she immediately lets out an excited shriek and climbs her way down a protesting Milesâ body. It takes only a minute before sheâs dropping into Miguelâs arms and then crawling all over him.
âKids are work and energy,â Miguel explains. âWhen theyâre someone elseâs, youâre happy to give them back after a certain point. When theyâre yours, even when youâre annoyed or upset with them, you still know itâs all worth it. You canât imagine a life without them.â
âOh,â says Miles. He watches quietly for a moment as Mayday continues her excited quest to make Miguel look as ridiculous as possible, before he too crawls across the ceiling and drops down. Sadly itâs not into Miguelâs arms like Mayday had.
Gingerly, Milesâ takes the little girl back, and she goes willingly enough. âSorry if that was like, rude or anything. And donât kill me for saying this but you sound like you make a really good Alpha, mate wise.â
Miles is halfway across the room again before Miguel can reply, like he really is expecting retaliation. Miguel just shakes his head and pretends to go back to his work.
I am a good Alpha he thinks. I could show you. We could have a whole litter of kids. Youâd love it. And then inevitably Miguelâs thoughts turn lascivious. He ends up losing himself to a daydream about exactly how he wants to breed Miles (facing each other, his fangs buried in Milesâ throat, Milesâ flexible, coltish legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging in to coax Miguel into fucking him harder) while watching the Omegaâs reflection.
He doesnât come up for air until Peter makes his appearance. The man gives Miguel a quizzical look but is distracted quickly enough by his daughter. He sticks around long enough that Miguel does actually get some work done, and when his voice finally fades away Miguel figures heâs alone.
That is, until Miles clears his throat directly behind him.
Miguel doesnât jump, but itâs a near thing. He turns and looks down at the Omega in annoyance, raising one eyebrow in a silent question.
Miles looks shifty, transferring his weight from one foot to the other like heâs thinking about running, but heâs got that mulish jut to his chin and a hard glint in his eyes that Miguel recognizes at the stubborn streak thatâs lead them into more fights than heâd like to admit.
Is regularly wanting to throttle a teenage Omega better or worse than wanting to fuck him?
âSpit it out, kid,â Miguel eventually snaps.
Miles juts his chin out even further. âIâm not stupid,â he says, which, well heâs just inviting a scathing retort with that. Miguelâs expression must convey this because Miles rallies and goes on quickly, not giving the Alpha a chance to cut in. âIâm not! I saw how you were looking at me today, with Mayday. And then your scentâŚyou were looking at me through the reflection on the computer screen.â
Miguel stiffens all over because fuck. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he grinds out.
âThe hell you donât! Even Peter smelled it. Youâre into me, you smell like you want to jump me.â
Thereâs one of two ways Miguel can play this; deny it till his dying breath, or agree and pretend it doesnât matter. His panicked brain picks the latter, because Miles isnât stupid, and heâs tenacious as hell. Heâll hound Miguel until Miguel gives him an answer the Omega is satisfied with.
âSo?â Miguel says.
That makes Miles pause, his eyes flicking back and forth between Miguelâs. He clearly isnât seeing what he wants to though, brow knitting in confusion. âWhat do you mean âsoâ? So, youâre horny as hell for me.â
âYouâre an Omega and Iâm an Alpha,â Miguel explains slowly, like heâs speaking to a child. âItâs biology.â Which of course just ruffles Milesâ feathers and makes him puff up even more.
âThatâs bullshit. Youâve never smelled like that before around me,â Miles insists.
Miguel is butting up against almost the exact same decision from before. Does he own up, or does he keep denying it means anything?
With a faint snarl of annoyance at having been put in this situation to begin with, Miguel says, âMost Alphas seeing an unbonded Omega with a young child are going to be affected.â The word horny will absolutely not be crossing his lips. âIt sparks an instinct in us.â
Miles narrows his eyes, a faint smirk curling at his mouth. He thinks heâs won. âA breeding instinct,â he accuses.
Miguel turns his gaze skyward, giving a quick prayer to whichever poor saint is watching over him today to give him patience. âYes, Miles. A breeding instinct.â
âI knew it!â
âCongratulations,â Miguel says dryly, crossing his arms over his chest. âNow will you go away so I can do some work in peace?â
And thereâs the chin jut again. Stubborn ass Omega. âIâm not done with you yet.â
The corner of Miguelâs lip twitches of up into an involuntarily snarl. âWell Iâm done with you, malcriado. Vete.â
âNo. I want to know if this was a one off,â Miles demands. ââCause like, sure seeing an Omega with a kid might work for you, but my theory is that youâre already into me and it just pushed you over the edge. Youâre too uptight to let your scent go wild like that unless youâre like, close to losing it.â
How the hell is this kid so damn perceptive? Clearly Miguelâs going to need to work on his defenses if Miles is reading him like a damn book. He sighs and rubs at the bridge of his nose with two fingers, trying to figure out how to get out of this.
Well, heâs dug this fucking grave. Time to lie in it.
âFine, Miles,â he says wearily, dropping his hand and making direct eye contact with the Omega. âYes, I have more than a passing interest in you as a mate. Seeing you with Mayday made me think about having children with you myself. Are we done with this line of questioning now? Are you finally satisfied?â
Miles smiles slowly, then wrinkles his nose. âHaving children with me, huh? Thatâs an incredibly boring way to talk about breeding. Why so family friendly? Just say you wanna fuck me. And no, by the way, Iâm not satisfied yet. You gotta make good on all that before I let it drop.â
Silence reigns as Miguelâs brain just churns through the words, understanding them individually but failing to grasp the big picture.
âNot, like, immediately though!â Miles rushes to add, oblivious to Miguelâs plight. âIâm not ready for kids yet, not to mention my parents would kill me. But we could, you know, practice?â He looks stupidly hopeful, staring up at Miguel with that little smile on his lips, rocking forward on the balls of his feet.
âYouâŚwant me to breed you,â Miguel says slowly.
Miles snorts and rolls his eyes. âWell, practice breeding me. But yeah, thatâs what I just said didnât I? Get with it, old man, weâre wasting daylight here.â
Miguelâs never been one to follow orders. But howâs an Alpha supposed to resist?
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