weddings were something that miguel had never experienced. after his fiancée was brutally murdered, he never dared to seek love ever again.
weddings were something that miguel had never experienced. he never wanted to love someone as much as he loved her, to the point that he would ask them to marry him again.
weddings were something that miguel had never experienced. which is why miguel’s piercing gaze was glued to his screen as he watched you say your vows to him.
except, it wasn’t him.
it was an alternate version of him.
a version that wasn’t spider-man, a version that didn’t have flames for pupils, talons for finger prints, and knives for teeth.
miguel o’hara who lived on on earth-510 was still a geneticist who, unlike miguel o’hara on earth-928, worked at alchemax.
miguel o’hara who lived on earth-510 was still wealthy.
miguel o’hara who lived on on earth-510 was just like him in the aspects of where it mattered.
except that he had a family.
miguel knew nothing about family. his mother was a narcissistic infidelic cunt who hated him. his father, well, wasn’t even his father. and for his brother? gabriel was too naive for miguel’s liking. creating a family was out of the question as he couldn’t keep his dick to himself and keep a girl stuck to his hip with a shiny rock on her finger.
but you seemed different. there was a reason why miguel o’hara on earth-510 wooed you. was it your curvaceous figure? the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him as you walked down the aisle? the way your tits looked so good and plump to him as they were compressed from the corset under your dress?
but you seemed different. it couldn’t have been just physical characteristics that drew miguel o’hara on earth-510 to decide to marry you.
maybe it was how smart you were. maybe it was how gentle you were to everyone you knew. maybe it was how he would watch you curled up in the corner of the bed with the lamp turned on, a book glued to your hands. how focused and relaxed you were as you read the pages. maybe it was when you found him asleep on the couch and you would plop yourself onto him with a blanket big enough to cover the both of you.
you were perfect for him.
and for miguel o’hara on earth-928