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the color red.

Minors DNI-brief smut, x afab!reader, words ~500 ish?

A/n: heavily inspired by this GORGEOUS Toji fic by @/satogo-xp TY for the inspiration ♥︎♥︎

Miguel hated the color red. When the temporary blearing of being half asleep in the morning subsided and all that was left was searing red of his irises staring back at him, it always stirred deep resentment within him. 

Before the change happened, before...Spider-Man happened, his eyes were brown. Warming darkened rich umber that linked his mother and his brother to him, erased by that loathsome red. Stripping away an intimate part of him that carried his humanity. Reminding him that he wasn't normal. Reminding him that he was a freak. 

He hated the color red until he met you. The first person who gazed into his eyes like you were swimming in them. 

The first person who called them "crimson" instead of just red. 

The first person who made them the first thing they looked at when you looked at him. 

The first person who gazed at him and then at the bouquet of scarlet roses he bought for your birthday and told him they matched his eyes. 

The first person who couldn't get enough of them, couldn't stop whispering how beautiful they were, how beautiful he was, how much you loved looking into them when his body was slowly making love to yours, fucking you deeper and deeper into the soft Egyptian cotton of his sheets, buried in a sea of leather and woodsy spice of his cologne until your soul wrapped around his. 

Red. 

Miguel loved the color red. He loved it because because it reminded him of the bold merlot wine of the grapes you tasted on nights when you would sway in the kitchen and stay up laughing together. 

He loved it because it reminded him of that gorgeous shade of carmine you wore on your lips when you sat across from him in an elegant restaurant for your anniversary, bathed in romantic candlelight. 

He loved it because it reminded him of the cherry ribbon you had wrapped around your breasts that one intimate night, that playful look in your eyes as he slowly unraveled it and laid you back against the burgundy sheets.

He loved it because it matched the delicate garnet earrings he bought for you, knowing the next piece of jewelry would be a ring.

He loved it because it blended with the bleeding ruby of two beautiful sunsets: the one on the night he asked you to marry him, and the one on the first night of your honeymoon. 

He loved red because it signified the part of his life that you entered into. Despite losing that old part of him, it now represented a rebirth risen out of ashes, bringing you along with it.

He didn't love the color red until he fell in love with somebody who did.

Until you stepped into his world and proved his theory wrong that there wasn't a single universe in the multiverse where Miguel O'Hara was a happy man. 

Miguel loved the color red.

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer