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“Uh, hey kids! How ya doing?”, Lyla asked, sounding strangely awkward. The spider-kids, or spiderlings as some of the older spider-men began calling them, were having their weekly hang-out session in one of the rec rooms of the spider society. Gwen and Pavitr were in the middle of a foosball game, Peni and Miles were reading the latest mangas from Peni’s dimension, and Hobie and Benjamin were having an in-depth discussion when Lyra popped up.
“Hi, Miss Lyla! Is everything okay?”, Pavitr asked. Everyone had stopped their activities to see what the AI needed.
Lyla flitted around a little bit, probably checking what they were doing, before she answered. “Boss man wanna see ya, but uh before you go you might want to change into something more comfortable.”, she commented, looking pointedly at Hobie’s studded vest.
Hobie clicked his tongue, “That’s cool and all that, but why?”, shuffling off his studded vest
Lyla cleared her throat awkwardly “Ehm, you know the bossman is an omega right? Well right now as far as he’s concerned, you’re his pups and he really wants you in his nest.”
The six of them looked at each other skeptically. While the kids were part of the different archetypes of the omegaverse with Peni, Miles, and Pavitr being omegas and the rest being alphas, this was the first time they were being told that they were considered someone's pups. Least of all Miguel. In fact, Miguel was the last person they expected to want them.
“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Miguel?”Miles asked as he fidgeted with his hands nervously. Although the older omega had apologized for his behavior shortly after the defeat of The Spot along with giving him his very own watch, their relationship had been somewhat standoffish since then.
Lyla raised an eyebrow “Are you suggesting some other Miguel, one that you’ve never met, has asked me to find you six specifically, naming your full name, birth date, and dimension?”
Miles hung his head “N-no”
“Hey, lay-off. You can’t blame him for being uncomfortable with the idea of Miguel even thinking that Miles is his pup. The man slammed him into a train for god’s sake.”, Gwen said, a bit of growl in her voice.
Lyla sighed, “I get that. Despite being an AI, I understand more than you think but please I can not stand to see Miguel in such pain. Since his heat has started he’s only asked for you all, and it started almost three days ago. He hasn’t eaten, slept, or drunk any water.”
There was silence for a bit, the six pups mauling over their options. Finally, Peni spoke up, her voice was nearly silent as she spoke. “I’m only going if Miles is okay with it.”
This was followed by Benjamin, who was mostly silent until now “I don’t condone what the man did to Miles and honestly his attitude was the reason I stayed away from the Spider Society for so long.” Lyla seemed to deflate this before the man continued “But, if Miles can forgive the man for what he did then I have no problem doing the same.” The rest of the group echoed this sentiment and Lyla looked at Miles with as much hope an AI can muster.
Miles looked at the AI and then at his friends before nodding his head “I guess.” Lyla let out a happy screech and started directing them towards one of the shower rooms. In about 30 minutes, all six of them were clean and wearing silk pajamas.
Lyla flitted around as she shepherded them towards Miguel's office. As soon as they entered the room, they were hit with the scent of spiced milk and honey. There was a low growl as the Spider-pups made their way to the middle of the room where a large spider nest was made of red webs. Towards the opening, two red eyes glared at them as the growling got louder.
“Hey Migs, I bought the pups for you. See, they’re all nice and clean and safe”, Lyla emphasized the word safe
The growling stopped as Miguel’s hulking mass left the nest. The man looked like shit, to say the least. His lips were chapped from the lack of water, his hair was sticking up in all places, and there was a sheen of sweat clinging to his skin however upon seeing the spiderlings more clearly his face seemed to soften. Miguel began making his scent even stronger, making it sweeter. As if he was trying to entice the kids to come closer.
“Go on, I promise he won’t hurt you. Scouts hounor.” Lyla encouraged
Miles was the first to make his way over to Miguel. As he shuffled over, Miguel began to purr very loudly, obviously happy that the pup was answering his “mother’s” call. Once he was in arm's reach, Miguel scooped his wayward pup into his arms. Miles let out a startled yelp Miguel placed him in the nest. Inside it was, if possible, even darker than the office usually is and smelled heavily of Miguel’s Spiced milk and honey scent. In all seriousness, it was comfortable. Once Miguel was sure Miles would stay put, he went back to the entrance of the nest to repeat the process.
“You good in there, bruv?”Miles heard Hobie ask. The Alpha sounded skeptical.
“Y-yeah! Everything is all good here!”Miles called back.
Just a few moments later Pavitr was in the nest, who wasted no time snuggling into Miles. Then came Peni, closely followed by Benjamin. When Gwen was placed in the nest, she made herself comfortable on Miles, using his stomach as a pillow. Finally, Hobie entered the nest on his own accord, refusing to be carried in.
“Gotta go against the norm, get it?”, Hobie claimed as he plopped down next to Pavitr.
Miguel looked at them, his red eyes softening as he took in the sight of all his pups in one place. The man laid down carefully, his back towards the opening of the nest, and began purring. First, it was Pavitr answering the purr with his own, then Benjamin, then it was Peni, followed by Gwen and (though he won't admit it) Hobie. Miguel looked at Miles expectantly. Miles started back at the man before finally giving in and producing a purr of his own. Miguel crooned happily and a slight smile played on his lips. It wasn’t long until the spiderlings were lulled to sleep by the warmth and the soothing noise of their mother’s purr.
“Buenas noches mis bebes.” Miguel whispered before following them to dreamland.