"You sure you want that, angel? People could assume things. Assume your costume means something else. That you are not a ghost, but that you are... Ours."
Theirs. Your heart beats fast just thinking about it. What would it feel like to be theirs. But what if they didn't want that.
"Oh, I... I didn't want to... I mean, I understand if that would be inappropriate. And I don't want to assume..." Fuck, you are babbling, obviously they don't want you like that. It's just a little fantasy in your head.
"Well, I better come up with something else then." You smile, but Simon can see you are trying to fight disappointment.
"Didn't say no, did I? Just making sure you know what people will think." In their joined mind, they already can see you on their bed, wearing nothing but the mask. If you really want that costume, they will take you home, no other option. "Let us know when and where the party is happening."
You don't know how much self control it takes to hold Venom back, Simon knows you will be theirs, just... Not now, not like this, he wants you to feel special. "See you, angel.."
You are left on the bench, heart exploding in your chest. Was that... Was that a yes? And now you realize you really have to plan that party. And invite people.
The next weeks are a bit of a blur, work and party organization take up most of your time. To convince Price was surprisingly easy, since it would happen on base there were some limits on alcohol, but the chance of soldiers acting out and getting in trouble with civilians was also minimized. Of course people would bring their families, so suddenly you were planning a whole day of activities, not just the small party you had thought about. And your costume? You had so many ideas, but you also wanted to know Venom and Simon to like it.
You have been so busy, that you skipped some trainings, very much to Venom's dismay. They missed you on the sidelines, training was so boring when you didn't blush and giggle whenever Venom showed off.
"We need to make sure they don't forget us, Simon."
Simon just sighs and tries to concentrate on the target practice, but Venom had other plans. It is rare that the symbiote takes over completely, against the host's wishes, and it's a reminder that Venom doesn't really need consent. But Simon doesn't fight this time, he misses their angel as well.
They find you in your small office, Venom doesn't even knock, but freezes the moment they see you. Apparently you were just trying on your costume. White fabric wrapped around your body, barely covering your chest and a pair of adorable angelic wings on your back.
Venom almost flows around your desk and towers over you, tendrils curling around your waist.
"Simon, what..." you don't move, face heated, you wanted your costume to be a surprise, not sure if it was too much.
"You always call me angel, I thought... do you like it?" You feel Venom's grasp on you tighten a bit more, pulling you closer and you let them... Venom never touched you before, it feels weird, but in a good way. Like a snake, like rope, but living, melting against your body, perfectly fitting. You blink, when Venom peels away, revealing Simons face. "You look perfect. Our perfect angel."
You can only stare. You always knew Simon was handsome. But you never saw his face without mask, not like this, not so close. "Fuck, you are pretty."
You hadn't meant to say it out loud, but now you can't take it back, heat creeping over your face, you know the blush is spreading down your neck, completely embarrassed. "Could you ignore what I just said?"
"Never. Never said I was ugly. But you... you are beautiful. Don't know if we can let anyone else see you like this. They might get the wrong idea.."
"Wrong idea?" your damn heart is jumping out of your chest, how can you feel so save and insecure at the same time? You feel Venom spreading around you, Simons body in front of you, almost like you are trapped between them.
"Yeah... ideas like they have a chance... like they could touch you... have to think of something to let them know you are taken."
"Taken, like... are you... what?" Your brain is melting. He did not just say what you think he said. This is a dream. Or you are hallucinating.
"We want you, angel. Both of us. Want you to be ours." A statement. A question?
"Are you... you mean it, yes? You really... please, if this is a joke, just tell me. Don't play with my heart like that." Is this happening? It is happening. A warm hand against your cheek. An arm around your waist. Black goo spreading over both of you. And then lips on yours, a surprisingly soft kiss, although you can feel the hunger behind it. And you stop thinking, stop questioning. Letting go, sinking into the embrace. Whatever this is, you want it, all of it.
Not sure if there will be more, but never say never or what? Hope you have fun with this one.
