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Yesterday was a normal day for the infamous ex-reporter Eddie Brock. Well, as normal as it can get when you host an alien who has to live inside of your body.
An alien who can see through your eyes, see through your mind, and see your scrumptious liver.
Yeah, yesterday after doing a follow up, they come in to rescue of an old woman who was mugged by a druggie. More food for you then, the now-journalist hum after his supposedly well fed symbiote retreat inside of him.
'Eddie, he is not enough. We want chocolate.' Venom shifted inside of him; weird sensation that he shouldn't get comfortable with but did.
"Nope, you just ate at least two kilos of edible organs."
'Eddie! Two kilos is nothing for my growing body!' He pause, wondering how the hell his sentient black goo got that phrase. Isn't he at least a thousand years old or the like? 'We are housing the little nibble, of course I do research.' Venom sounds like he's preening in his head.
"Speaking of (Y/N)," they entered Mrs. Chen's store and greet her. As per usual the lady gave them dry responses. "I think it's due time to check out her flour and chocochips.. I'll pack extra bars so you wouldnt, hmm, be reckless." He nod to himself.
Underneath his shirt the symbiote poke him repeteadly, seething. "Me? Reckless?? Have you read your own records, Eddie? Or do I have to spell it out to you? Don't ignore me, loser!"
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Now when Eddie woke up, he found you at the balcony holding a whisk while Venom is in a cat sized noodle form. The symbiote just keep on looking at the floor with his ferocious teeth hidden behind frowning lips.
Eddie could have snorted because when else the Lethal Protector could be found heeding to a child's wrath. You look pretty upset though, and it sends pangs of concern in him so he skip his strech to check you both.
That was a mistake, Eddie realized when the black mass turned its head to face him and send mental signals equal to help me! The child follows his line of sight and glare at Eddie. The man walk up to them, yawning.
"Good morning sweetheart, what are you doing this early with V?" (Y/N) tighten grip on her hip, the sunflower yellow sundress dress crinkling.
"Papa, V told me you both ate my school project." "Eddie, tell her that we are not like dogs who ate homeworks." (Y/N) glared at the alien for his audacity to pull a puppy stare at Eddie.
"We what-" The journalist rake his brain of yesterday's event and realized that indeed, he and his partner in crime demolished his daughter's cooling science project last night via Venom's midnight snack tendencies. "Oh... oh no." His confirmation bring tears into (Y/N)'s eyes.
V, I swear to God.
Eddie hurries to kneel and hold (Y/N)'s small hands. "Sweetheart it's not what it looks like." "You see morsel, last night we both were very hungry-" "No buts from you both!" You smacked the whisk to where he and Venom joined at the shoulder and they recoil from surprise.
The symbiote sent him a 'screenshot' from his own perspective of Venom being stared down by (Y/N). 'Funny sight huh Eddie.' 'Oh shut up, we both feel bad.'
"You guys should know that it was for school! What am I gonna hand over for the project now, I got no plans left.." Despair wash over you after you think about the upcoming fair and tears started to fall. You let the whisk fall to wipe your face, "I was gonna give half of them to you two.. but there are none left!" You wail.
Eddie and Venom panic seeing you cry, their little one crying because of them nonetheless! Venom wrap around your shoulder like a scarf and purr to soothe you while Eddie hugs you to his chest. "We're sorry, sunshine." "Sorry nibble, we indulged too much last night. We took a bite and couldn't help ourselves from your out of the world, five Michellin star cookies." The black mass squeeze gently. Hiccups left you and you held out your arms a little to look at Eddie. Glassy doe (E/C) eyes met his, sending little arrows directly into both his and Venom's heart.
"Was it that good?" You ask between sniffles. Eddie exaggerate nods, going as far as spinning tales of how you could possibly won over Gordon Ramsay in Hell's Kitchen or whichever cooking show Venom is currently at. Said symbiote nod along, confirming that 'man should be threatened by your culinary arts.. we will guard you in case he tried to steal you away'.
Amusement worm its way in the room and you giggled, burrying your head into Eddie's chest as they bicker about who is guarding who.
No matter how dum dum they can be they are still your Lethal Protector.