We Are Venom

"Knock knock, let the devil in." (Movie-based Eddie Brock with comic inspirations. Crossover and AU friendly. Low Activity.)

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smokinmirrors​:

The rapid pace at which they had grown comfortable with one another was unheard of for Mason. A self-appointed recluse, she wasn’t in the habit of opening up to others in the slightest. However, both the circumstances of their first meeting and the differences she and Eddie shared had catapulted them from that night to this very moment. None of the tender emotions that had developed between them during all of that time had given her any pause. If anything, it was a revelation for the lonely faery.

How could she feel any other way when Eddie and Venom had offered her nothing but trust and understanding? She shifted closer to them then, turning her head to gently press her face into the warm skin on the side of his neck while they held one another. Mason chuckled with amusement while Eddie bickered with the symbiote, peeking over and noticing the envious glint in the alien’s white eyes. The prickling warmth returned to the tips of her ears at the soft brush of his lips against the pale flesh of her tiny hand. It put her somewhat at ease to know that there wouldn’t be any brawls in the heart of the town filled with tourists. At least there would be fewer things to fret over while they dealt with what they set out to do. Venom’s sweet words sent the blush spreading along the back of her neck as well as her ears. 

The half-blood nodded when Eddie spoke up next. “I promise,” she murmured against his skin. It wasn’t an easy one to make. Faeries had an unfortunate instinct that often pushed them to flirt with danger, but she’d simply have to force it down for their sakes.

Drawing back slightly from their embrace, Mason met his gaze. “I don’t know about you, but I’m dying to stretch my legs. Want to come with me while I have a cigarette?” she offered.

It felt selfish, Eddie thought, to sit there so comfortably, relishing their moment of peace when they had work to do. When an enemy alien, hungry and violent, was waiting right below them, likely planning their next strike. It had been so easy to forget the Klyntar just below their feet, endangering the lives of innocents when Mason had settled so perfectly against him. It was selfish, he decided; he was meant to help people, even if his very being - and certainly, his own symbiote - craved the chance to remain in that spot for longer.

He could have that chance when they finished the job, he reminded himself. And while he was loathe to think that there were things more important than sitting there with Mason and Venom - his partners, he thought with his heart full - there was the fate of mankind to consider. 

Yeah, that’s... kind of important.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a quick peck of a kiss to her lips before allowing her space. Venom settled comfortably back underneath his skin, molding to his muscles and curling securely around his brain. The ever present hum of the symbiote fell into an easy, familiar background noise, not quite like tinnitus, though somehow not far off. “I’ll go with you, yeah. I’d rather not get too far from you, given... circumstances.” 

Just don’t put any of that in our body, Eddie, or I swear I will eat your damn lungs. 

Eddie chuckled to himself. “You’ve just gotta forgive me if I stand upwind. You know V’s a drama queen.”

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@behindtheireyes continued from X

Eddie, Venom crooned within the confines of his mind, tickling the human’s senses as he stared absently, almost emptily, into his glass. A moment passed. Another. Silence. The symbiote huffed in irritation upon being ignored, and petulantly wiped their host’s taste buds clean of whiskey. They growled again when Eddie simply threw back the remainder of the amber liquid in his glass. Eddie, we are wasting time; you have work to do, don’t you? Money to make? Food to buy?

“I know,” Eddie grumbled in response, the words almost lost under his breath to the sounds of chatter and chortling and the strike of cues against balls at occupied billiards tables. Probably for the best, anyway; he didn’t exactly need the pressure of people thinking he was crazier than he likely was. Not when he had just gotten his credibility back, after having walked a very delicate line of steady employment and utter impoverishment for so many years. He knew that such a gift had been hard won, and he should be glad to be back in his field, doing what he did, bringing light to the seedy mysteries of the world as a herald of truth. He shouldn’t be so picky after so recently finding his way back into the journalism field.

But...

But...?

“This feels wrong...” 

Miss Mackenzie Williams. It was hard to find someone with internet access and a pair of eyes who couldn’t recognize her work. A renowned genius in the world of photography, she had been quite the talk of the town for not only the breathtaking composition of each project, but for the general sense of mystery surrounding her. Little was known about her besides her name, and even then, there was speculation on whether or not Mackenzie Williams was a pseudonym. There was meant to be a big exhibition where she was meant to finally reveal herself to the world, and of course the public was frothing at the mouth, hungry for every little bit of intrigue they could get when it didn’t come at the potential cost of the world. And, of course, as an equally renowned truth-seeker, Eddie had been asked to score an interview. Work your charm, they had told him. You’re good at getting under people’s skin so they talk. And if you can’t you find a way to get the story through sheer spite and stubbornness.

Eddie had tried to see it as a compliment. Really, he had. 

But why show herself now? Reveal herself, despite her insistence on anonymity, when her work had been no less successful since she began? Eddie was all for prying into shady business. But this was hardly shady, and definitely didn’t seem like his business.  

Money, Eddie. Money for food. Not enough hunting, so we need something else. Chocolate. Rent. Therapy. 

He rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, gaze lifting just enough to catch sight of bright red hair and shoulders pulled tight with tension. He hadn’t seen her before - she must have strolled up while he was lost in his self doubt - but she looked like she was having just as much of a tempestuous night as he was. 

Trying to be polite, he lifted his head to better look at her, and gestured to the bartender for a second round, and one for her as well. “Rough day?” he asked, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

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smokinmirrors​:

The tiny glimpse of Venom’s destructive power she had witnessed on the night she had first met them was still imprinted in Mason’s mind, how he could cover Eddie’s body entirely as though he were a second skin and wreak havoc while keeping him secure underneath. However, she didn’t know how far that protection could extend, if there was a possible crack in the symbiote’s armor that the enemy Klyntar could exploit. All that might - all those teeth - and yet not one of the half-blood’s muscles winced when Venom snugly coiled around them. If anything, the light pressure helped to relieve the strain that had been collecting in the air around them.

A reminder that it wasn’t them against her.

It was Mason, Eddie and Venom against whatever rogue Klyntar was hitching a ride in the body of that poor, most likely innocent receptionist downstairs.

At the sound of Eddie’s voice, butterscotch eyes opened, their depths much softer than they had been a few moments prior. Her pale features all but blanched when he peeled her fingers away from her face and enfolded them into his grip. Between his words of praise and the gentle brush of his lips to her pale digits, Mason could feel heat spreading to the tips of her arched ears.

Damn it…

There was next to no chance of remaining firm with Eddie. Not when a few simple words of concern and adoration could leave the faery’s heart fluttering in her chest. She was no longer frowning, lips curled into a soft smile while she squeezed his hand in return. “I care about you too, you know,” she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against the stubble on his cheek. “The only reason I even suggested being bait was so that innocent people didn’t get hurt. Humans who can’t blast away a pissed off alien with a flick of their wrist,” Mason whispered against his skin before pulling back slightly. “I didn’t want you and Venom to get distracted by bystanders and end up getting injured,” she explained.

He smiled at her. For a moment, it was all his brain could comprehend doing. Like breaking that soft sort of understanding between them was unfathomable. And Eddie knew. Everything she said, and the worries she expressed, were all things he knew. Even with his own diminished sense of self-worth and broken down pride he could see that. Feelings and connections had developed between them at an unprecedented speed, even when considering Eddie’s inclination to form attachment easily. 

“I know,” he told her in response. The tone of his voice was dripping with gratitude, and the affection singing through his very blood made the symbiote curled around them purr with delight. They drew in close, nuzzling against their host before Eddie gently shoved them away. Venom didn’t seem terribly offended, even if they did offer a tiny, somewhat jealous glare, hardly the sort to be excluded. Eddie gave him a moment of additional attention before turning back to Mason. His expression softened immediately, giving her hand another affectionate kiss. “We know. And we’re not denying that, yeah, you’re absolutely right; we’re not about to put anyone at risk, and that includes you. We don’t plan on throwing hands here in the middle of town. We’re planning to lure them away, but I just can’t justify using you like some tool.”

“Too important to Eddie,” Venom chimed in. “To me. Us.” 

“Obviously,” Eddie continued, defeat touching his voice, pulling his lips into a frown, “I can’t very well make you do anything, or keep you from doing anything. I just wanna ask that you... don’t do anything rash. Or explicitly dangerous.”

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𝙰 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻, 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚈, 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙳, 𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙻 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚈. bold your muses preferences. repost, don’t reblog !

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god fearing / non god fearing

cats / dogs / horses / birds

sunrise / sunset

day time / night time

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reading / writing

rising early / sleeping late

wine / ale / neither

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[venomhxst]

Everyone: Tell me you have no self control without telling me you have no self control.

Me: Mania go brrrrrr

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smokinmirrors​:

For a few moments, with Eddie’s arms drawn snugly around her frame and Venom’s solid weight against her, she was able to put their current predicament at the back of her mind. She shifted on the mattress, turning to drape her legs over his lap and lean her cheek against his shoulder while her hands looped around his waist. The peace didn’t last more than a few moments. It didn’t come as a shock that Eddie was so vehemently against her proposition to act as bait for the rogue Klyntar they’d come to hunt down. It was rather reckless. 

However, Mason’s motivations weren’t driven by foolishness or a desire to martyr herself for Eddie and the symbiote. It was only because she cared for them both so deeply that the suggestion had even left her lips in the first place.

Because if there was anything she could do within her power to keep them out of harms way, she would do it.

Even if they felt like they didn’t need her help.

It was difficult to control her own temper when Eddie’s expression turned sour, especially since she was outnumbered in this argument. A sigh heaved from her chest, head lifting from their embrace to meet his azure gaze. “I know, and I do,” the half-blood murmured. The soft brush of his fingers helped to soothe her frustration somewhat. “But I won’t just sit here and do nothing. Even if you and V are stronger than I am, I didn’t come with you to sit on the sidelines while you two put yourselves at risk. I’m not entirely useless, Eddie,” Mason reasoned. Her eyebrows twitched, threatening to pull together in a scowl. Admitting her own shortcomings out loud wounded her pride. Before she’d met Eddie and Venom, there were very few who could contest with the faery’s strength.

Perhaps she had more patience with the twosome since Mason only had her own thoughts to sift through. Before now, her anger would’ve certainly gotten the best of her. Her gaze turned to Venom then, one side of her mouth dragging into a frown. “Those were my exact words, before I knew we were dealing with a Klyntar,” she reminded the symbiote in a terse tone.

Pulling back one hand from around Eddie’s middle, she pinched the bridge of her nose and shut her eyes. The perilous situation they were in was already stressful enough without the three of them butting heads over how to properly handle it. 

Eddie bit back a flinch, his jaw clenching with tension and shoulders drawing together with mixed shame and frustration. His gaze dropped his gaze to the space between them, bottom lip worried between his teeth. He hadn’t meant to upset her - not really, even if he had been well aware of the possibility that he would draw her ire by unintentionally insulting her. He knew that she was strong, really. There was a quality to the fae - which, in itself, is a mind-blowing revelation, despite how he knew it shouldn’t be - that neither he nor Venom understood, and should know better than to question whatever powers she may have. She could fully be capable of taking care of herself.

But that didn’t mean that he wanted her to. 

He didn’t want her to not be independent, of course. 

Just...

Venom absently curled around them, like a reared-back snake, chittering rather uncomfortably at the growing distress between their human and faery. Wide, white eyes flicked between them, before eventually mirroring Eddie’s downcast expression of shame. 

“I didn’t mean that,” the human finally whispered. Bright blue eyes lifted, catching a glimpse of her from through his lashes. He reached up with gentle hands, drawing her own away from her face, entwining their fingers, squeezing gently. “I would never try to tell you that you’re useless. You’re not. You’re smart, and brave, and stubborn, and wild, and incredible.” Then he quieted, gaze dropping once more. His eyes squeezed shut, blocking out the stirrings of distress. He drew her hand up to place a soft kiss to their tangles mess of fingers. “But, that’s also why I don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t let anything happen to you. I care about you way too much.”

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lettherebemonsters​:

Was it? The more the world around him devolved into madness….the angrier he became. The more he wished he could do something to change it…..

The more he was starting to think like En Sabah Nur…….and that chilled him to the bone. It made him feel tainted in ways he could never fully describe…..it made him feel…..dirty.

“ I want to change the world…..but then I feel those thoughts in my head. Bad thoughts….like how the world would be better if someone changed it…..

Stuff my father believed in because my grandfather beat it into him…..”

The grandfather that had turned his progenitor into a monster…..truly a man he would never hesitate in slaughtering on sight if given the chance…..regardless of what anyone said.

As grief-stricken an compromised as Morgan was…..he wasn’t alone. Both in meeting Eddie Brock and Venom…..but also in that he wasn’t alone in hating his father….in being forced to be a monster.

“……I’m sorry I’m filling you with all this. It’s…..it’s my war to fight. I can’t just lash out and blame it on everyone….”

Despite his sadness, he managed to offer the hardest smile he could give…..a smile that was like chipping through diamond-hard ice. He raised his hand to show a ring…..a wedding band.

“……..If you think my relationship with my father is complete arse……you should see my father-in-law….”

Eddie shrugged nonchalantly. Not dismissively, but also nonjudgmentally. Perhaps he didn’t understand - not completely - but there was no denying that Eddie also understood. That need to change. Make the world better. That people needed someone, anyone, to keep them safe and in line. Maybe not so harshly, despite his own methods, but who didn’t think that if they could, they would try to make the world a better place? 

He liked to think that there was no shame in it. Who could say for sure that such thoughts, no matter how frightening they seemed, weren’t born of good intentions? Eddie saw corruption, yes, but he also saw good. And he wasn’t necessarily a fan of seeing the worst in people first off, if he could help it.

“I don’t know too many people who haven’t thought of that, ya know? I have. It’s all about what you want to do with that drive. 

He allowed Morgan to continue speaking, purging the worries he seemed to keep close. Part of Eddie felt honored that he was trusted with something so personal, and the other part just felt so immensely guilty. He wished he could help. As he always did. But even he knew that it was something he couldn’t quite tackle on his own. He could offer encouragement, yes, but only Morgan could really reconcile with himself his motives and insecurities. 

He smiled, considerately, chuckling quietly at the rather dark joke. 

“At least you can say you’ve got a father in law. I can hope that the marriage is... a happy one?”

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smokinmirrors​:

There was no question about whether or not Mason needed the money. Between school loans and her sky-high rent for a crappy apartment, her pockets were empty more often than not, these days. Wishing she could read Eddie’s thoughts as he raised an eyebrow in response to her statement, her golden eyes were stubborn, brows narrowed. In comparison to him and Venom, the half-blood wasn’t as scary, but that didn’t mean she was a pushover, either.

He just hadn’t seen her in action, yet. Mason could explain her abilities until Eddie’s ears fell off, but perhaps he had to witness them for himself.

Mason knew he was coming from a caring, kind place as he responded to her offer. She could be stubborn, but she wouldn’t let her pride take hold of her. “It’s because it gets dangerous that I want to go. I don’t want you or Venom to get hurt,” she murmured, shaking her head at the thought. Hands twitchy at her sides, the half-blood didn’t enjoy the idea of waiting for them to return, wondering what was happening while she sat at home.

Eddie’s hand found hers, his touch soothing her frazzled nerves, the silence of his stream of consciousness quieting Mason’s racing thoughts. His sentiment was even sweeter, her face flushing pink. Stepping closer, she couldn’t resist reaching up on her toes, placing a soft, gentle kiss on the stubble of his cheek. “You’re too sweet, Eddie,” she murmured against his skin, before pulling away, smiling down at their joined hands.

“What if you wear an earpiece, and I park my car nearby outside? I can be your radar, keep you from getting ambushed, and I’ll be out of the way,” Mason counter offered quietly, her thumb stroking the back of Eddie’s knuckles. 

Eddie welcomed Mason as she drew near him, settling against him with a comfortable, familiar weight. He took her in, arms firm around her. Venom seemed to skitter about underneath his skin until he could settle in close, too, resting heavily where their skin touched. It was so easy, in that moment, to forget the pressing responsibilities of his position - that necessity to be a protector. A savior, even. It was so easy to forget the Klyntar that was just underneath their feet, likely waiting for a moment to strike. 

She was like magic, funny enough. Pure energy and feelings and he couldn’t quite understand. He couldn’t put the effect she had over him into words. So like Annie. So like Venom. And still so much more. 

He wanted to keep her safe. There. With them. Forever.

However... She seemed quite keen on dismissing that wish of his. 

He pulled away to look at her, incredulous and rather disappointed. His lips settled into a thin line, nostrils flaring with an exhale that bordered on angry. Not quite there, he told himself, but close. Worried. Frustrated. Fearful. All enhanced by an equally concerned symbiote. “No,” he said, sharply. “Nope. No. That is not what we agreed on. In fact, it’s, ya know, the exact opposite of what we agreed on.” Another sharp, frustrated exhale. His fingers absently tapped against her arms, thumbs rubbing straight, consistent lines up and down her skin, more firm than rough. “We said you wouldn’t put yourself in danger. Do ya remember that?”

Venom oozed from his skin, eyes bright, grin flagged from its normal intensity. “If things get too bad, I’ll slip out,” he echoed, deep and serious. “Those were your words, exactly, Mason.”

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dethqveen​:

❝ Shut up.❞ Eerie scolded, and was unmoved by his tears.

❝ What’s the fucking point of being kind to myself when everyone, including you, have proven that I am nothing but a disposable waste of space? I am not okay. I never was. And never will be. I can’t stand to be in my own fucking skin.❞

They were triggered badly, so badly and everything that has happened until now just piled up. They had no will to live. They have long accepted that they were unlovable, never good enough, all alone and miserable and this is what they deserved. And when he left them, the one person they have truly loved and carefully opened their heart to, it only proved their theories and their voices right. They weren’t careful enough, apparently. But how could they knew? They don’t know what love is, what a fool they have been thinking otherwise.

Their anger was running turbulent. They wanted to punch him, to stab him, to rip his eyes and his face off. All these intrusive thoughts were racing in their head tirelessly. And they would have jumped into action and done that.

But in the end… they couldn’t, they were physically too weak, the fire he knew in Eerie was simply gone.

Their back was rested on the wall and they let themself slump down on the floor.

❝ I want to be left alone, at least that’s what you’re good at. ❞

They croaked faintly.

The tears hadn’t been meant to influence Eerie. He hadn’t meant to cry at all, really; showing emotion was a manipulation tactic used by narcissists and egotists. The age old game of woe-is-me to bring things back center stage on the manipulator. And that was the last thing he had wanted to do. He didn’t want to make it about him, even if he didn’t want to chase Eerie away with an excess of spotlight, either. 

Tears never got him anywhere, he reminded himself. Despite the consistent overflow of emotion that rocked him to his core, Eddie called upon years of practice in complete shutdown. Tried to force the tears to stop. Venom aided when even years of practiced apathy couldn’t quite help staunch the flow of tears. He bit through his tongue, canine sinking into the thick muscle. Venom soothed the ache and stitched the wound closed with an internal hiss of annoyance. 

Sorry.

Eerie’s words rocked Eddie to his core. Stung and wrenched in every possible way. Eddie grieved for them, even as they remained in his line of sight. Even if they shrank. Fell back into a tiny, hunched figure. Not a frightened animal or cornered beast. A hollow shell. It hurt more than anything else could have. Eerie wouldn’t leave him, Eddie thought, sadly. Not because they didn’t want to, but simply because they didn’t have the energy. 

He gave them a moment, then stubbornly took a seat against the wall beside them, even if a good three feet apart. “Yeah, well... I’m also good at being selfish. And stubborn.” It was funny, he decided, how easy it was to abandon his former ideas of letting Eerie live, free and safe away from him, maybe even be happy. 

Look where that got you both...

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smokinmirrors​:

Mason grew up on cautionary tales of vampires, witches and werewolves as a child. Elio had cemented her belief in the supernatural world outside of their own.

He had also told her that faeries loved to flirt with danger. They couldn’t resist the opportunity to role-play and give in to their inquisitive natures.

The half-blood’s instinctual curiosity was currently being squashed beneath a smothering wave of fear. She had seen the savagery of vampires through her father’s own eyes, sharing memories with her in the way that only faeries could. The abnormal normally didn’t scare her this much, since Mason herself could be counted among the ancient, magical things that hide in the Earth’s shadows. But from what little she had seen of Venom’s viciousness, she was right to be afraid.

She only let the fear grab hold for a few moments, though, before she was taking slow, deep breaths to calm herself. Eddie’s arm around her helped in the task, and she was leaning into his side as they made their way to their room.

Allies afflicted with their own fears are more dangerous than the enemy. 

The gears in Mason’s brain had begun to turn as she contemplated what their next move would be, heart rate slowing down slightly once Eddie shut the door to their room behind them. “I suppose you’re right,” she murmured, sliding the straps of her bag off of her shoulders and dropping it at their feet. “So, what now? We wait for them to leave the hotel?” she asked softly, turning in Eddie’s grip and meeting his eyes.

This is where her telepathy would shine. Now that the receptionist was on Mason’s radar, she wouldn’t be able to go to the bathroom without the faery knowing.

Venom could smell the tension in the air, stemming from the blood pulsing hot and nervous through her veins, and the quickfire pounding of her heart. Even without the symbiote’s heightened awareness, Eddie could see the way Mason’s mind worked. The unease and caution. She was worried. A fair response, really. He couldn’t blame her. 

In reality, Eddie felt plenty nervous, as well. Not that he didn’t trust Venom, and the capability of their bond, or even Mason’s own abilities. but he remembered Drake. He remembered Riot. That god-awful ache of a blade shoved through his central mass. Severing spine. Crushing ribs. He remembered the fear he felt when he was so certain that he had lost his partner. The hollowness left in the wake of that fire as Venom took the time to recover. 

It all... made a guy a bit apprehensive. 

Still, he took the time to smile. To reassure Mason with a firm hand and a gentle kiss to her forehead. He gave her a moment of undivided attention before getting to work. If the Klyntar they were looking for had taken residence in hotel staff, there was the possibility that they were being watched. He peeked in closest, opened drawers, riffled through the desk, even turned on the flashlight of his phone the check down drains. A bit extensive, maybe, but he had seen some wild ideas in his career. Suitably assured that they weren’t being watched technologically, and comfortable in the thought that Venom would let them know if the other symbiote approached, Eddie agreed that it was time to formulate a plan. 

“Venom could sense them. Downstairs. They knew that the other alien was there, and I can only guess that means...” he shrugged, “they know who we are, too.” He paused, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and waved for Mason to join him. “We don’t want to do anything here. There might be other guests. And if they’re on to us, they may not just... leave.

“We might be able to lure them out. Away from people. Corner them somewhere.”

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dethqveen​:

Eerie was hurt, hurt deeply. But they weren’t able to muster it. They were too tired, too numb to express their anger. They spiraled into a depressive and psychotic state since he left them. What they just asked was their lingering hope and the fact that he is still hanging on the thread made them spiral even further.

❝ Nevermind. ❞ They spoke hollowly, devoid of any emotion or energy. There was nothing left in them. Their hand tightly grasped onto the fabric of their long sleeved sweater that hung on their skeletal form like on a hanger.

They did not want him to see how hurt they were that they inflicted harm on themself and even attempted on their own life and still contemplating it. The wounds still stung, but it was their only way to feel anything and to punish themself for existing. There was no way in hell they’ll show him how weak and vulnerable they were in his absence.

❝ Since you can’t give me a straight answer, it’s clear to me, that you don’t want me. Everything you told me was a lie.❞

They hissed faintly, the tightness in their chest was overwhelming and their breathing was short and shallow. Their heart was weak, yet Eerie had it hardened.

Their eyes never broke contact with him. Despite their hollow expression on their gaunt face, their anger was clear inside their frigid eyes that burned cold.

The answer? No, they couldn’t forgive him.

❝ I don’t care to listen to your excuses. I’ve had enough. ❞

The weight of Eerie’s words stole Eddie’s breath. He could feel Venom shifting in the confines of his body, rippling across his muscles with the force of an uncomfortable spasm that made him shudder. He swallowed hard, audibly, around a sudden lump in his throat. There was a sudden sense of something being absolutely wrong. 

He’d fucked up. It didn’t take a genius to figure that much out. But at what point things had went wrong was the mystery. The cynical, hateful part of Eddie wanted to say that he had screwed up when they had met. When he had gotten attached to the spunky, stab-y spitfire. Venom flicked a nerve in his eye, making it twitch. A quiet demand to drop such thoughts and listen. He remained quiet, watching Eerie carefully. It hurt to see them as much as it thrilled him. Not to see Eerie in such a low state, but to just... see them. 

He carefully watched the way Eerie fidgeted with their sleeves. He had seen enough pain to know what it meant. 

He felt sick. His eyes burned with a thin mist of emotion. 

“No,” he croaked. He reached out, fingers twitching as he caught himself. He pulled back - not because he didn’t want to be near Eerie, but because he worried that he might push them away. He felt the tremble building in his fingertips, and it rapidly spread to his entire hand. He shoved it into his pocket. Shuffled foot to foot. He took in a shuddery breath and pushed it out with fervor. “Wait...

“Hate me, if you want. Be angry. Kick. Scream. Punch me in the face. Stab me in the eye with your heels. I won’t give an excuse. Won’t waste time... But... Fuck...” He reached up, furiously swiping a hand over his red, watery eyes. “Just... Please be safe. Be kind to yourself. I can’t be kind to you - haven’t been. But I... want you to be okay.”

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lettherebemonsters​:

“ Thank you for….understanding.”

Unlike Eddie….Morgan had always had this monster in him since the moment he was born. He had been hunted for the monster….the sin of his father.

“…..I’m a clone. My father is….is Apocalypse. And his evil is in me. I can feel it when I’m angry. I can feel the madness right under my skin.

A lot of other mutants pushed me away when I was a kid because they didn’t want a monster.”

It hurt, enough that he visibly swallowed, his red eyes showing real pain. He never knew his father and doubted En Sabah Nur would want anything to do with him. The other mutants either wanted a tool….or to get rid of him.

Only Evan was accepted. Nobody willingly accepted Morgan as a kid….and even now, as an adult, it still cut deep.

He turned to look at Eddie and Venom, his creepy eyes showing kindness and deep understanding.

“ You’re only a monster if you let yourself become one. Honestly….you’re lucky. You got to make peace with Venom. I doubt my Pa would want to even look at me….”

Eddie listened silently, breathing low and even so that even necessary human functions wouldn’t interrupt the other. There was a graveness to his voice. A heaviness and almost resigned tone to his heavy words. The slouch of his shoulders. The hard set of his jaw. The grief in his eyes. It was obvious that Morgan had long since settled on the cruel words and actions of those around him being law. He was his father, they told him; he was a monster by default.

Funny, Eddie thought, even though it was hardly as much; even in definite non-traditional families, leave it to a dad to leave a wreck in his path.

He frowned, turning his head to look up and seek out Lazarus’s gaze. He reached out, compassion and empathy bleeding into his actions as easily as the selfish egotism everyone so readily accused him of. His hand settled, gentle and firm all at once, on the other man’s arm. (To call him a mutant, Eddie decided, seemed so cruel.)

“But, you haven’t let yourself become one, have you? You feel that, yeah. That’s fair; I don’t know a dad who hasn’t passed on anger to his son.” Eddie knew that he always felt his own father’s anger. Constant. The heaviness of a carefully sharpened knife in his pocket. He felt it, reflected and enhanced, in the bloodlust of his symbiotic partner. He was so careful not to unsheathe it. Scared of it. And still, he couldn’t imagine the weight of Morgan’s own blade. 

He ducked his head, almost sheepishly. He wondered if he had any room to give advice. He licked his lips and continued. “Your pa... It’s not... wrong to want his approval. But, if you look at his ideals, isn’t it... better?” He chuckled awkwardly. “God, that sounds awful... What I mean is... You’re better than he is. You’re better than the destruction and chaos and violence that he wants. And if you’re sure that he doesn’t want anything to do with you, that must mean he knows it, right?”

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@smokinmirrors asked:  ❛  i love you like the stars love the moon . endlessly , and in total darkness .  ❜ (I missed our babies 😭)

Meme /// Accepting

Eddie regarded Mason with a warm smile. He reached out to her, arms open and inviting. Traces of Venom formed from his fingertips, the symbiote sliding along their host’s skin, encasing the human’s hands up to his wrists. They reached, together, and carefully drew her in close. 

Eddie sighed softly. Contentedly. He buried his face in her long, silky hair. She’s too good to us, he thought, smiling.

“Mason,” Venom rumbled, stretching out to peek from Eddie’s shoulder. There was an affectionate glimmer to the pearlescent eyes as the symbiote roped comfortably around the pair. “Our Mason. We have seen stars. And many moons. They’re all pale imitations of your shine.”

A humored snort from their human drew an indignant look from the Klyntar. Eddie shook his head, leveling Venom with a teasing smile. “No more Lifetime movies,” he teased.

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@dethqveen asked:  ❝ I'm ready to try again if you are. ❞

Meme /// Accepting

Eddie couldn’t help that pathetic, melancholy look in his eyes. The thinly veiled helplessness of them. The heaviness in his expression and the weight of emotion that made his shoulders sag. A heavy, shuddery breath was ejected from his lungs. Venom settled somewhere around his ribs, unexpectedly quiet; perhaps the symbiote could tell just how much distance their host needed in that moment. He had always been more comfortable processing things on his own.

Really, Eddie didn’t even know what he wanted. So many things mixed up in his heart. Desire and need and pain and insecurity. He knew that he was toxic, despite whatever reassurances Venom would occasionally offer. He knew, really, that he was the actual reason why Anne was happy in the arms of another. That he was the reason that those around him had experienced misfortune. He drew negative energy and grief toward himself like a magnet, and welcomed it as an old friend. Even Venom had experienced his fair share of residual struggles that Eddie brought.

And Eerie... They experienced enough of that on their own. A weight was settled on their shoulders that Eddie just couldn’t understand, despite his own sense of self-imposed heroism. Just why would Eddie willingly allow himself to be so close? To encourage such trouble in the life of another?

He had cared. Despite what Anne had said with betrayal in her eyes and pity in her heart. He cared about Eerie, when they allowed him to. And what better way to care - to keep them safe - than to stay away?

He... hadn’t meant to abandon them.

“Are you... sure?” Could they really forgive him for leaving them?

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lettherebemonsters​:

" This is going to sound daft....but....I know what it's like to have something dangerous in you."

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Eddie felt his breath hitch in his throat, lips pursed and brows knit with discomfort. He felt his heart momentarily seize up, like a tin can in a trash compactor, and he couldn’t quite tell if it was his own body, or a reaction that Venom had - though the human had a hard time seeing his body mate reacting with anything aside from the stirrings of pride.

Realistically, Eddie knew that he carried a weapon within him. The consistent, disturbing craving for heads and the general physical resilience and inability to die were legitimately off-putting, And Venom still hadn’t quite grasped the concept of empathy. Venom was a being of pure instinct, driven by hunger and survival, even if they did enjoy the occasional moment of banter with their host, and Eddie simply couldn’t keep the reigns on something so much bigger than himself. He could fool himself that they had come to some sort of mutual understanding, but there was no denying his position in their agreement. 

Eddie...

Eddie sighed, looking up at Lazarus pensively, and just a bit uncomfortably. “I’m sorry,” he said, almost catching himself off guard. It was ultimately easier, he decided, than thanking him for the understanding. Than admitting aloud that, to most people, Venom was not a creature welcome in polite society, especially when Eddie had no intentions of giving the Klyntar up. “That you know a feeling like that.”  

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@slumberingspecters asked:  ❛  were you … spying on me ?  ❜

Meme /// Accepting

Eddie stilled. Blinked, almost owlish in nature. Hardly one to maintain an expression of neutrality, blue-green eyes and the slight ‘O’ shape of his mouth gave away his surprise. Had he really been caught? So easily? Journalism had been his profession for years, and all of his years of blending into a crowd, while not quite a talent, was hardly a skill to laugh at. 

But... he had been out of work for a while.

And Venom certainly carried their own air about them...

Shit, Eddie thought to himself, momentarily floundering.

Shit, Venom thought in unison.

He laughed, but it was quiet and just a little uneasy. “Spying? No. I uh... I’m just more or less what you might call a professional people watcher.” Which wasn’t wrong, he supposed, even if pickings were still rather slim for job opportunities. Coming back from the Life Foundation fiasco was still a fairly steep uphill climb. 

But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t keeping an eye on the stranger.

She’s odd, Eddie, Venom had told him. Not of this world. 

And by god, Eddie wasn’t exactly skilled at the delicate art of minding his own business. 

“Sorry,” he murmured, smiling awkwardly and scratching at the back of his head. “I hope I didn’t make you, ya know, uncomfortable or anything.”

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As long as you don't mind that I'm incredibly sporadic with being here I'd love to toss my photographer muse Kenzie at Eddie.

That's absolutely fine :) You're always welcome to send starters or memes, and I'm more than happy to discuss something a bit more in depth.

No need to worry about consistency. As I'm sure anyone that I've written with in the past can attest to, I am, unfortunately, not the most reliably in that regard.