Fangs and Glitter

*Hey BB*

Note from author: Hey my little mermaids, been awhile :'). Well uh, small update as I've posted in my last story, I'm no longer in the Sally Face fandom, I actually left a few years ago and forgot about the fanfiction I posted. But lucky for you guys I'm mega obsessed with Miguel O'Hara and Spiderman so ya'll are in for a TREAT. I'm also hyper fixated on The Little Mermaid so I'm thinking of making something for that. Anywho enough of my rambling let's get to some HOMOSEXUAL ACTIVITES.

*Chapter One*

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Lucas Ortega, formally known as The Pink Weaver

How could I describe him, maybe...

Annoying, cocky, egotistical, arrogant, and so self centered he probably thinks he's God.

And he still, somehow, became the Spiderman for Earth-7647. God bless those poor civilians.

All annoying attributes aside he was actually a wicked good Spiderman, he could kick ass in stilettos bigger than your dreams and walk away Scot-free. Sometimes. Of course he's had times where he failed but does he sound like the type to admit that? Absolutely not!

"Ok BB, this is how it'll go, you can either try and ditch and I take you to the police station. OR. You return the shit you stole and I take you to the police station anyways." Lucas raised a perfectly drawn eyebrow at the panicked shop-lifting teenager Infront of him. "Either way you get arrested and Walmart gets their stupidly cheap makeup products back, one's just easier for me" He shrugs and blows a bubble from his gum. The teen gulped and took a step back, their eyes locking for the shortest second before they dropped the items and ran like their life depended on it, leaving Lucas standing there with the most annoyed expression ever expressed. "I hate my job." He scoffed and shook his head, picking up the items that lay broken by his feet. "Covergirl, SO not worth going to Jail for..." He chuckled to himself before taking off after the kid, leaving the palette behind.

Lucas had to admit, the kid was pretty damn fast, they had him jumping fences quicker than he could jump relationships. But of course no one could outrun a Spiderman, and soon the teen found themselves wrapped up in a tight grip of pink webbing. "Good chase BB, unfortunately untied shoelaces can slow you down huh?" Lucas let out a small chuckle as he walked over almost out of breath from the stupid amount of running he just went through. The teen was practically sobbing like a baby, not even trying to free themselves as they choked out apology after apology and swore they'd never steal again, yada yada. And at this point Lucas was just about done, he groaned in agitation as he pinched the bridge of his nose "Shut up my gawd, you're more annoying than a Taylor Swift concert!" He snapped unintentionally, scaring the shit out of the poor kid.

Lucas took a deep breath and slowly released it, relaxing his body as his shoulders slumped and his weight shifted to one leg. "Ok, ok-" He muttered under his breath, gaze softening ever so slightly. "I'm sorry kid, I didn't mean to snap or whateva. But you really gotta stop crying it's getting on my nerves." He crossed his arms. "There's two things I hate most in this world, broken nails and people who cry, ok? So save us both the headache and relax, you aren't gonna die...". The teen sniffled as they slowly steadied their breathing, relaxing themselves and looking at the ground in embarrassment. "Am I going to jail?..." They whispered with a shaky voice, glancing up at Lucas with blurred tearful eyes. Lucas shrugged dismissively "yeah probably." He replied bluntly "speaking of jail the police should be here any minute so like, just chill here or whateva".

The teen frowned and felt the tears threatening to spill again, but they held them back as the last thing they needed right now was a degrading rant from Spiderman. After a good few minutes awkward silence and gum chewing from Lucas, the police arrived to pick them up. And honestly, they'd rather be with the police than tangled up in these sickeningly pink webs again. As Lucas was unraveling the kid he leaned in and whispered "Don't worry about jail kid... Considering how stupidly lame your crime was I doubt you'll be in there more than a week. And if you want my advice-" He paused, glancing around to make sure none of the responding officers were listening "next time you shoplift don't take so many things at once, one piece at a time" He smirked and pat their back as they were cuffed and taken to the police car.

Lucas sighed heavily and shot a web to the wall of a nearby apartment complex, pulling himself up onto the rooftop to get a better look at the city around him. He sat on the ledge of the building and rested his elbows in his lap, gazing out at the bustling sidewalks and jam packed streets full of honking cars and road rage galore. London never had anything crazy going on yet everyday seemed so busy and chaotic to him, but the chaos was peaceful to him, it was familiar. Lucas turned his attention to the foggy sky that domed over London in a rather intimidating haze, His eyes examining every single shadow and ripple in the muddy clouds with slight disgust. Did he love his home city? Of course. Did he also find it nasty and disgusting? Absolutely. Can't have one without the other I suppose...

The dusk air was cold and bleak, it made him shiver yet hugged him like a weirdly comforting embrace. Lucas sighed heavily and hopped of the concrete ledge of the apartment complex, swinging his way downtown from building to building, keeping a close eye out for any trouble or whatever. As usual, dusk was never busy with crime, just traffic and rowdy crowds rushing to and from their jobs. Lucas often wandered what a normal life would be like, friends, a normal job, family. It all seemed so foreign to him, even before the bite that made him Spiderman he never lived what one would call a "normal life", jumping from foster home to foster home, no friends, no social life, no stability in sight. The closest he ever got to a family was an old homeless man who took him in for a short while after getting booted out of his 7th foster home.

His name was Ben, rather cool guy, and gave Lucas a lot of advice that he still kept in the back of his mind. Ben was pretty much an uncle to him but of course, life just had to give him the middle finger and take away the only thing that ever gave him balance and peace. He could still remember that day, walking down the sidewalk on his way back from the store to pick up some smokes, the feeling of sudden unexplainable dread as he neared the alleyway. The rush of anxiety that followed after seeing the small corner they resided in trashed and scattered, the trail of blood that made a pathway to a rounded corner. Lucas shook his head, snapping himself out of his wild imagination before he made himself sob like a little bitch. He sighed heavily and shook off the creeping feeling of dread and anxiety as he landed atop another building, eyes scanning the more calmer streets near the outskirts of his city.

Lucas knew nothing was gonna happen tonight, same as every night, but this time he contemplated whether he should return home or not. He couldn't explain it but he felt- wrong... Something wasn't right, it was peaceful outside, too peaceful. His suspicions were proven correct when his Spidey senses went off the charts, causing him to turn around in unnatural speed. Infront of him opened a rather bright and colorful hexagonal opening, a portal of sorts, whatever the hell it was it was bright as fuck. Lucas hissed and covered his eyes, stepping back as he squinted at the loud and spiraling portal. For a moment nothing happened,

Until.