Venom + Carnage + Eddie (for [Bad username or unknown identity: commentatortots"]

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[Edward Brock has accepted his life will never be normal again.

No really. It just seemed like the right thing to do, to keep Venom safe. Let him stay, let him borrow his body, hell, let him be a superhero. Despite everything they've done, the cross country moves, the occasional living off the grid. He could have taken all of that.

Then he started getting sick in the mornings, feeling dazed, dizzy, tired. He got loogey - sick - put on weight - snapping at everyone including Anne when she tried to call and ask if he was okay. Plus a sense of...anticipation.

He'd chocked it up to some kind of head-cold, some sort of virus, and not bothered V with it, assuming that he'd be better whenever the symbiote got it's act together...

But Venom was acting weird too and, pacing through San Quentin, Eddie stopped, excused himself, and puked in the toilet before sitting back on it, wiping his mouth and glaring.]

V. What's happening to us? And can it not happen here?

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[Eddie's anger seeps through him, stronger and more intense then he's ever felt, and he lets it slide, digging his fingers gently into the top of the symbiote's skin. Gently. Ever so gently.]

Nobody gets to chose if you can have kids or not. That's vile. This is your child.

...Our...your...

[Don't think about it]

Your child.

[He holds the symbiote against him.]Eat and relax. Think. I'm here and we're...we have an evening to find a way of coping with this.

Okay?

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[Not like Venom stops him, those fingers sinking into the yielding inky blackness, tendrils slithering around his hands.

The sudden wash of anger was surprising, but at the same time entirely gratifying, Venom sinking a bit more securely against his host in response.]

Ours. [A beat, the symbiote almost sheepish.] If you want.

Okay. We'll... we'll figure this out.

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[If you want. Like he can say no. Like he's not painfully aware of Venom at that moment awash in a wave of feeling.

His hands stroke the creature.]

We are Venom.

[He yawns.] It's just...just you and me love.

[His fingers tangled over the symbiote.] And...this thing jesus does it need a host right away? I can't reschedule the interview tomorrow. We have to go to back to the prison.