#protectlethally

[trickshxt]

They say he has a history; a file so thick it had splattered coffee across his desk. It had been more blacked out pages than anything at all. Oh they gave him the basics all right. (They always did and it was hard not to suspect it was for liability reasons more than safety or well-being.) But it had still taken him awhile to track one Eddie Brock down.

He’s been tailing him for the past few days now and so far? The redacted parts of the folder have yet to make sense. Why the FBI has its sights on the hulking, brooding guy currently plodding along the sidewalk is beyond him. All he knows is: in his experience? It’s usually for no good reason.

His hands itch for a cigarette (he really needs to quit). Or a hot dog. Something, anything, to beat out the winter chill. Alas, he’s still on duty and creature comforts wait until the job is done. 

At the light, he pulls his phone out and pretends the reason he’s there at all is for anything other than the man in front of him.

[wxbsofhxnor]

@protect-lethally - plotted

“Eddie, Venom! What brings you here? Do you need help with something, for old times sake?” Peter asked at the unexpected encounter. He hadn’t seen Brock in a while, last time it was depressing. They lost Flash! So he was trying to be positive!

[prophemi]

@protect-lethally​ -- ;

He understood this pain. That of losing a loved one too soon, of being unable to do anything but watch helplessly as fate conspired against you. As Sorcerer Supreme, he couldn’t afford to be partial to the laws of society, to look within and between the lines and them alone. His work lived wholly in the gray, and in the wake of a god’s death was there always repercussions. Perhaps that was why, in the late midnight of picturesque Greenwich that Stephen had instructed a certain visitor’s coming at an hour shy of the Witching hour. 

Hearing a knock, Stephen swiftly openly it before inviting who stood there over the threshold. “Bring your lover this way, Mr. Brock. Not a word. I doubt the others I associate with would appreciate my doing this, but--I cannot stand idly if an innocent life suffers.”

[ragetrusted]

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[hiemsx]

@protect-lethally - starter call !

“...Just when you thought you’ve seen it all...” Perhaps it was a bit rude to greet the man in such a way, and perhaps Bucky shouldn’t still be surprised by the things he sees anymore - but this was something even beyond the realm of his own weird super friends.

“Who are you?”

[prophemi]

@protect-lethally -- ;

It felt like it’d been ages since last he’d truly stepped foot into the city, life a continuous revolving door that oscillated between dimensions and the Sanctum itself, Manhattan seeming more the dream than the reality. He wonders if he looks strange to Eddie when they’d finally agreed to meet, little Sleeper perched on his shoulder after becoming something of an unofficial uncle to the child. A spell kept the little one disguised, free to observe the city as they did.

“How fantastic reality seems. So very...heavy. Ah, but, I imagine you’d rather we do something other than contemplate vague philosophies, no?”

[prophemi]

♦

- slow dancing

It had taken quite a bit of trust before Eddie felt as though they could be even the slightest bit intimate like this, more so from trust issues on his end and how most people who came into his life ended up scorning the love he shared with his Other. But that was hardly the case as they were in the living room beneath domed ceilings and the soft strains of Sinatra’s Strangers in the Night, a song he’d discovered was the pair’s favorite. Even Venom slung itself between them, Sleeper on his usual place on Stephen’s shoulder, likely looking odd–but, they hardly cared. It was only them swaying, no real pace or time to it. Something relaxing to do instead of fretting what abomination might come next through this dimension’s door. 

A small smile spanned when he heard Eddie sigh and pull him in for a sudden embrace, shoulders sagging as he buried his face in Stephen’s neck, sure he was almost dozing. The swaying stopped, but as Stephen hugged him back, he could hardly bring himself to mind. 

[prophemi]

@protect-lethally -- ;

They remembered each other. With want and possessive need did they nearly fight, the brute of a Klyntar far more fond a remembrance than one who housed a true threat. Though a human in name only, an infernal trio of lidless eyes hone upon the being, to both host and Other alike with a crawling desire moving the prophet’s legs, still bipedal and human in all but name. Fangs split from a powerful jaw as Stephen moved to clamp on Venom’s neck in possessive greeting, as long and deadly as the serrations in the Klyntar’s own jaw. Clawed hand reached to cup the being’s cheek, brushing over the wicked Cheshire grin with an unknown softness for them. 

"Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ　ｍｉｎｅ，" is growled before inexorably sinking close to consume the other in a breath-stealing kiss.