"RAGE, MAYBE RAGE WOULD LIFT ME UP, MAKE ME STAND, MAKE ME WALK—"

— Marlon James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf

DISDAIN ALWAYS COMES FROM SOMETHING.

Hate always comes from something.

Attraction, however—attraction doesn't always come from something. It seeps in unbidden, insidious, and illogical, defying every effort to trace its origin. Miguel O'Hara would have preferred something concret, something sensible—something he could identify, dissect, and eradicate. But the pull towards Luz Morales had no name and no reason, gnawing away at his resolve.

The mere thought of her set his teeth on edge—an intruder in a place she had no business being. Luz Morales was an anomaly. A liability. A distraction. A woman without a spider's bite or a totem's protection—an ordinary human lured into the heart of the Spider Society by Peter B. Parker's reckless good intentions. He had insisted she could be used—sharp-witted, adaptable, a mind hungry for knowledge. The others welcomes her, quick to embrace, but Miguel saw the truth.

She was a splinter in the web. A disruption.

He wanted her gone. Needed her gone.

It would've been easy if that was all there was—if she was merely a thorn in his side. But the annoyance that prickled beneath his skin was never simple. Miguel told himself it was her smugness—how she navigated conversations with the ease of someone who thought three steps ahead. He told himself it was her knack for leaving questions hanging, daring anyone to answer. Her eyes were too knowing, too sharp, reflecting back a mind that never stopped spinning. She'd look at a problem like a puzzle, tilting her head, lips quirking just before she ripped through the solution. It made his blood boil. It made his fingers curl into fists.

But irritation shouldn't stick under his skin, shouldn't haunt him in quiet moments. It shouldn't coil around his thoughts like a vice, squeezing tighter whenever she walked by. He would catch himself watching her when he shouldn't—tracking the nimble flick of her fingers over holographic screens, the furrow of her brow as she dissected some impossible equation. The sound of her laugh tangled in his chest like a web he couldn't shake.

Miguel was a man of reason, of order—a scientist who bent reality to his will. He understood genetic codes, unraveling them thread by thread until they lay bare before him. Predictable. Solvable. Controlled. But Luz Morales was something else—a variable, a glitch that defied logic.

She was a code. A complex sequence etched into his bones. A formula designed to ensnare him. An attraction code.

The name came to him unbidden, a bitter taste on his tongue. A warning. An accusation.

There were other versions of Luz Morales scattered across the multiverse, but this one was different. Singular. A unique existence that twisted fate into something unrecognizable. In every other world, she was nothing—another faceless soul drifting through obscurity. The luckier ones ended up in Alchemax, drawn to science for darker reasons. The rest lived out quiet lives, nameless and unremarkable. But this one—the thorn in his side—had been plucked from her fate and thrust into their tangled web, the only Luz Morales to wield brilliance instead of mediocrity.

And she was loved. Revered. Respected. The others saw potential—an asset, a mind worth keeping close. Peter called her "kid" with a fondness that grated on Miguel's nerves. Jess praised her curiosity. Gwen leaned in to swap stories. Smiles and laughter followed her like a shadow, softening even the most jaded hearts.

But he could only see the cracks she left in the foundation—the way her presence tugged at the web, strands straining against a weight that shouldn't be there. A variable. An equation gone wrong.

The solution was simple. Push her out. Distance himself. Find a way to make her leave and stay gone. Solve the problem, eliminate the anomaly. Yet, the harder he pushed, the tighter the knot twisted. Miguel knew the dangers of tampering with fate—of fighting against what was meant to be—but there was something greater pulling him, something stronger than duty. It gnawed at his resolve, scraping deeper, winding tighter until it was all he could think about.

If he could understand the pattern—if he could unravel her—then he could silence this itch beneath his skin. He could destroy the obsession and reclaim his focus. He would decode her—untangle the threads she'd knotted around him—and be free.

The web had a way of weaving its threads, always guiding, always binding. Miguel knew it as well as any Spider—a ceaseless force that brought order to chaos, that demanded canon events and sacrifices. He knew that no one could outrun the web forever. The threads always found a way to correct themselves, to erase what was never meant to be.

Luz Morales was a variable, a mistake—an existence the web had never intended. The strands around her tightened with every moment she lingered, straining toward an inevitable correction.

Miguel told himself he was saving her—protecting her from what the web would take. But the more he fought, the deeper he tangled himself. The more he pulled, the tighter the web wrapped around them both.

A doomed equation. A code he was never meant to solve.

But he would. He had to. He would trace the threads, unravel her, and be free. Whatever it took, whatever price needed paying—he would make sense of her, of this maddening pull, and silence the attraction that bound him.

Because if he couldn't—if the web found its correction first—then something far worse than attraction would come for them both.

And Miguel O'Hara was a man who always solved his problems.

LUZ ANGELA MORALES. the recruit // the walking nightmare

LUZ: You don't even have one single valid reason to hate me. You know what it's called, O'Hara? Being an obsessive hater with fanatic tendencies.

MIGUEL O'HARA. spider-man 2099 // the vampiric douchebag

MIGUEL: I have plenty of reasons, but you wouldn't understand them with that tiny, sugar-rush-infested brain of yours, Morales.

🕷️ welcome to ATTRACTION CODE, a miguel o'hara fanfiction!! while i have a love-hate relationship with him because he tried to hurt my baby... oscar isaac hernandez estrada *inhuman scream*. the fic is set on EARTH- 928B, miguel's universe / two years before the events of spider-man into the spiderverse. little warning about miguel and luz age gap (it's not even that large but if it saves me from certain comments). she is set to be twenty-three in itsv, therefore twenty/twenty-one in the beginning of the story. we don't know a lot about miguel, so i assume he's in his late twenties, early thirties? so not leonardo dicaprio's style.

🕷️ this story is not tied to my two other marvel bookseries as i still don't know where this will lead me, however, it is tied to my miles morales fic OMINOUS SCENT where luz will appear as her current self.

🕷️ about the timeline of some events, let's say it's a slight alternate universe? it is said in the movie that he created the spider society after the events of itsv (that's what i understood), to return to their dimensions the individuals scattered in other realities after the super collider event. it leaves to think that him replacing his alternate dead self also happens after the events of itsv. or maybe i misunderstood, i was tired when i went to see the movie. in ATTRACTION CODE, the creation of the spiderverse is triggered by miguel's alternate dead self universe's collapse. it's already been around three years the spider society has been created when luz gets the job.

🕷️ i don't want to say too much about luz's fate and what she really is, but let's say she'll have near-death experiences quite frequently  

🕷️dedications to junebluesfever, blocdraven, laevinics, dckyeoms, charIesIecIercs && standwithcap

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