||Earth 42|| Miles Morales One Shots

Beauty and the beast

Was feeling a little poetic with this🌚

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In the bustling streets of New York, there exists a world where the shadows dance and lerk in the dark, peaking at you in the alleyways, whispering secrets with great power. In this world, Miles was a name that ran through the underground like water. A Mafia man who was well known and well feared.

Miles was not just a normal gangster, he was a well fitted man who who knows what he wants, his demeanor cold but captive, he commanded respect and quick wit from people, forging a sense of fear of when you heard his name a shiver would run down your spine. No one dared to cross him. But there was one person who could really say something without getting assassinated by his right hand people, or him, himself, or you really pissed him off. You.

A quiet but observant person always blending in effortlessly. you worked in a café as a barista, at the corner of his territory, and would occasionally volunteer at the animal shelter. Earning money by doing small little things as you live in your loft apartment, enrolled in college, taking some courses.

Your life changed on a rainy Tuesday, when Miles entered the café. The door chimed softly, and all eyes turned. He was accompanied by two of his men, (well Women in this case) dressed in black suits that seemed to absorb the light, but the suits seemed to be stylish, you always liked their sense of fashion, it was always a suit but like in different fonts. The women were twins, occasionally seeing the two, or even serving them. They were twins, J.B. and Wolfy. catching their names one time when they were talking. They were identical. You noticed one was calm and thought before she acted. Another was aggressive, and she had a scar on her right eye, while the other twin had one that had one on her lip that ran all the way down to her neck. You always wondered how she survived that fatal injury.

You stood behind the counter, feeling your heartbeat in your ears, He never comes in. The twins always seem to take his order. He must be feeling different today, but why? As you carefully crafted his order—a simple black coffee - taking the twins' order as well. But the moment you placed it in front of him, Miles locked his steely gaze onto yours, and the bustling world faded away. You looked away swiftly and bowed your head, but froze hearing his voice.

"You’re different," he said, his voice smooth like silk but edged with an unspoken command. You were surprised that he was even talking to you… Wait, was he? And if he was, what did he mean by that. Looking around a bit with slightly wide eyes. "Don’t you have anything to say?" he said.
Surprised by the attention, you simply shrugged, your voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. " I prefer to listen.
He let out a rich chuckle, “a listener uh” he repeated. “I need more of those,” he said, grabbing his cup and taking a sip. “I’d think you and the twins would get right along, no?” he said, gesturing to the female with the scar on her lip that went down to her neck. She was midway through her snake,The female looked up at Miles and then at you. Looking back and forth between him and you, before giving you a little wave. You waved back with a little smile. The other was engulfed in something else, giving you a little head tilt.
Miles took another sip and looked at you intently, “what's your name?” he asked.
The moment felt so surreal. The literal man they call the prowler was talking to you. “Uh, Y/n”
“Y/n what?”
“y/n, L/n” you responded.
He hummed and paused as if he was seeing how your name tasted. “Hm, well, I'm sure you already know, but Ima say it anyway. I’m Miles Morales” he smirked, getting up from his seat as the twins followed “thats J.B. and that's Wolfy,” he introduced, pointing to both of them. “I think we're gonna get to know each other very well Y/n” he smiled, making a slight shiver run down your spine, but you didn’t let it show. He gave you one last look before leaving and going into the black car.
You watched it pull off as you took the plates and cup off the table. That's when your manager walked out of the back. “What was that about?” Nala asked, watching the car until it disappeared around the corner. You only shrugged and went on with your day.
Days turned into weeks, and Miles became a regular at your café. Along with the girls. He would sit at the corner table, a fortress of solitude amidst the chaos, often with a book in hand. Creating an intimidating aura. You swear every time customers came and saw him, they would immediately walk out or just sit far away from him.
At first, he made casual conversation, his questions fluttering, making you question why he had such a strong interest in you all of a  sudden. You discovered more about him through unguarded moments, realizing there was a complexity behind the mobster facade—a depth that intrigued you.
During these shared moments, Miles unveiled fragments of himself, the man behind the legend. He spoke of his childhood, revealing a longing for connection amidst the harshness of his reality. In return, you shared your dreams, your hopes, and your love for animals, each shared secret weaving an invisible thread that bound your fates slowly but surely together.
Due to the darkness surrounding Miles, he never saw things in other light. But ever since he met you, he began to see the world and different perspectives through your eyes. He found it peaceful. It was rare to find in him a calm amidst the storms of betrayal and violence that accompanied his position.