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A Nightmare in Devildom (Obey Me/Nightmare on Elm Street concept fic)

Basically what it says on the tin. A "what if MC was a survivor of freddy kreuger's torment before the events of OM" concept fic.

This is was of those weird ideas I came with this during the early covid lockdown period where my insomnia got really bad to the point where I was borderline delirious. I meant to get this out during October for spooky season vibes but after three Octobers came and went and Obey Me isn't getting any more updates, I figure I throw it into the pit before that happens. No beta we die like obey me as a franchise, I guess!

If this inspires you to write something similar, please let me know! If you want me to write more...please reconsider!

And, of course, happy holidays!

AO3 Mirror Link

Good lord, I look terrible. You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. When was the last time I got some rest?

Other than looking more visibly tired, you look...older. It was the face of a nurse finally coming home after back-to-back double shifts. The bags under your eyes could only get so dark, but thankfully you knew a demon who had so much concealer and foundation lying around that he wouldn’t know if a few went missing. 

You knew you shouldn’t be continuing this habit, but you can’t help it. Despite living in a mansion with the most powerful demons in Literal Hell(!!) in the past few weeks your brain is still not convinced that you’re safe from Him . Would he still have the balls to terrorize you still? Does he even know where you are? Surely he’ll just know when you disappeared without a trace, but you can’t afford to find out for yourself. 

As much as you wanted to tell the brothers, you didn’t want to drag them into this mess. After all, this problem only started just weeks before you were brought here. It came without warning, and suddenly it turned into a bloodied hurricane. To think He was the one that killed your friends and classmates back in the human world…you regretted not being able to do more for them until you were in His sights.

This opportunity with the exchange program was either a saving grace or a divine intervention, and you’re not going to let that chance slip away from you. You have the whole year to work on magic and potions and anything else that could possibly drive Him away if not kill him for good, and you highly doubt he’s going to forget about you. Knowing how to do magic is one thing, but putting it to memory is another. This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so damn tired. You’re trying so hard to pay attention in class, but you just end up more focused on trying to keep your eyes open lest you allow Him to strike at your most vulnerable. 

However, there is one possible solution. The only problem is that you needed to form a pact with his other brothers before he could even consider helping you, that slothful bastard. Belphegor knows how tired you are and how you would do anything for a safe and peaceful rest. There was no point hiding it from him as you were with the others. Oh, how you envied the way he could sleep the day away in his little prison cell…you could just punch him if only you had the strength.

…

You really didn’t feel good about the multi-layered lie you found yourself webbed into to get the pacts in the first place. You recently got Beelzebub’s pact, putting you at the halfway mark. He looked so happy about your ‘plan’ to impress Lucifer enough to have him make up with Belphegor that it made your stomach churn in shame. Is it really okay for you to do this? Wouldn’t it be easier to tell the truth? Out of all the brothers, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for lying to Beel.

But what if Lucifer points his finger at Belphegor if you bring it up before you’re able to finish explaining? Would it destroy all the progress you made? Would you make things worse ? If they draw parallels that your deprivation is somehow related to the seventh-born’s sleep-related powers…only Lucifer would have an answer different from the other five. That’s why you have to keep up this facade for as long as you can. That’s why you need to stay awake. To find a way to protect yourself as well as the others. 

Your new friends at Purgatory Hall, bless their hearts, were none the wiser. Considering two of them were actual angels, you would’ve expected at least Luke to confront you with tears in his eyes about your health at least a month in. He makes a big talk about how you should never trust ‘those demons’ before having lunch with Beelzebub. Sometimes you think Solomon is giving you weird looks whenever you make eye contact with him. It’s probably the sleep-deprived paranoia, but you hope it’s nothing. You’ve been getting away with it for this long, so what? 

Tomorrow you have to stay over at Diavolo’s castle as part of an exchange party sleepaway camp or something. If you’re lucky, you can have a room for yourself. You don’t pack your go-to methods for staying awake until right before everyone heads out.

~

The steaming heat of the boiler room did not warm the chill in your bones one bit. 

You should know the inner workings of this hellscape by now. It was His favorite hunting ground, after all. However, something seems different this time. Everything felt…a bit shifted to the right, in a way. On top of that, there’s no sight or sound of Him anywhere. No taunting catchphrases, no spooky teleports he’s fond of doing, not even the shilling sound of his claw on metal when he’s close. This is probably his new trick, you think. Lulling you into a false sense of security before-

You turned around, involuntary flinching as you braced yourself to be hit. Only to process seconds later that nothing’s coming. In fact, there was no sign of life behind you in the first place. Damn it, he really was playing with you at this point. As soon as you let out a sigh of relief, you heard someone screaming from the other side of the room. You couldn’t tell who they were, but that’s not going to stop you. You ran towards the sound before you let the dread wash over you. 

“I’m coming!” You yelled at them. “Wake up! He can’t hurt you if you’re awake!” You were so focused on tilting your head up to project your voice to the other person that you didn’t realize you hit a dead end until you ran into a wall of pipes. “Oh, god damn it!” You cursed, pivoting on your foot to turn around and run even faster. 

What happened next happened too fast. You didn’t know where you were going. Everything is starting to blur together. A pipe managed to burst the same second you turned your head to follow the noise, immediately blinding your vision with steam and a “Shit!” jumping out of your mouth. The suddenness of it all made you lose your momentum and you feel yourself stumbling forward. You didn’t have time to brace yourself for the sharp object that’s going right through your- 

You wake with an audible gasp, hands going up to your throat. The sound of your racing heart and your uneven breathing replace the sounds of pipes and steam. You looked around in the darkness and could barely see two bodies sleeping in their respective beds. Ah, that’s right. This is the first night of Diavolo’s retreat, and you find yourself paired to a room with Asmodeus and Simeon. In an attempt to pretend you’re asleep ended up having you fall asleep for real. You couldn’t help but think how pathetic you were for letting your guard down for one second and falling into His hands again after so long all because you were waiting for someone to finish their 20-step overnight skin routine.

With a shuddered sigh, you carefully slipped out of your bed and into the hallway in hopes you could clear your thoughts without disturbing your roommates. 

Thanks to the occasional jittering of a Little D doing their nightly duties, the halls of a demon lord’s castle don’t feel as haunted as you would think. The lights were dimmed but not out completely, which gave way for the moon to shine in as its own source of light. Had you been carrying a candle in a brass holder you would’ve thought you stumbled into one of those old gothic novels. You didn’t have a real destination in mind, but you made sure you remembered which room you were assigned to just in case. 

At some point during the night, you ended up in one of the lounge rooms, curled up on a couch facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked up at all the stars. It has always been a comfort for you. You even began reading about them in an attempt to stay awake back in the human world. You thought you could recognize some of the constellations, but there are always a few stars here and there that turn it into an unrecognizable shape. At least you have new material to read about when you’re back in your room at the House of Lamentation. 

The soft calling of your name from the door broke your serene silence followed by a, “Is that you?”

A small gasp managed to escape your throat before you were able to put your hands over your mouth. You curled into yourself at first so whoever it was can’t see your head poking out from the back. After a few seconds, it finally clicked as to who it was.

Sheepishly, you stick your head out. “Hi, Barbatos.” You said, voice croaking in unexpected use. Even though it was dark and his figure obscured, you could make out that he was holding some kind of tray. “Am I not supposed to be here? I’m sorry. I’ll go back and…”

“It’s fine.” He assured you. “I heard someone walking around, so I’ve taken the liberty to brew some chamomile tea for them should they feel restless. Would you like some?”

“...”

Tea does sound nice, but the fact that it was chamomile made you hesitate. At the same time, Barbatos just made it, so it would be rude to let it go to waste.

“...That would be nice. Thank you.”

He made his way over to the other side of the couch. Part of you wanted to sit up and be proper when drinking, but even thinking about adjusting your posture makes you tired. Still, you make an effort to reach over to take the tea cup from the butler’s hands. Barbatos took this opportunity to start talking. 

“This is your first time spending the night at a castle, I presume?” You made an affirmative noise as you sipped, not wanting to point out that it’s not just any castle you’re sleeping at. “I reckon slipping in a new bed right as you got settled in would put anyone’s nerves on edge.”

You put your cup down as you replied, “I guess you can say that.” 

He looks at you quizzically. “Is something amiss? I’ll inform the Young Master right away.”

“It’s…It’s fine, Barbatos. Thanks for worrying.” You took another sip before letting out a sigh. “I’ve always had trouble sleeping, you can say. I get…these really bad nightmares that make me stay up for days on end. They were so terrifying and real…I kept wondering if I was losing my mind. I’ve tried every remedy in the book to stop them but…” You stopped to let a yawn out. “Sorry…As I was saying, I tried everything the doctors thought could help me. They even brought in a priest thinking it was ‘dream demons’ or something.” You paused, replaying the last thing you said. “Are dream demons even a thing here?”

“They are a form of lesser demons, yes.” The butler answered. “They’re relatively harmless as individual beings, but can pose a threat in large numbers or if they get close to a human.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.” You told him bitterly. 

“If it brings you any comfort, just know that they’re not powerful enough to be able to enter the human world on their own. Only certain powerful demons have the authority to travel to that realm directly. Such as the Young Master and Lucifer, for example.”

You couldn’t help but huff out air through your nose in relief. Suck on that, Pastor John. 

“...So yeah. Just before I was summoned here, they put me on a clinical trial for a medication that…reduces? Suppress? It, like, stops giving me dreams entirely, and they work. Forgot the name though. And I coincidentally ran out just before I was transferred here so…yeah.” Your eyes looked over to the butler. “Sorry I didn’t mention it earlier, I guess. I keep getting roped into whatever the brothers get themselves into that I never really had time to check on myself.”

Barbatos didn’t respond immediately. You were too busy concentrating on balancing the tea on your stomach to spare a glance over to your nighttime companion to see what kind of face he was making. Would he make one? Shouldn’t he have known of this malady when your file was being processed? Maybe, because of their biology, demons don’t worry about these kinds of conditions. You mulled around internally in a tired haze before realizing that your eyes were slowly creeping shut. With a soft sigh, you moved the plate to the nearest table and stood up slowly.

“Anyways, thanks for the tea. Compliments to the chef.” You couldn’t help but let out a big stretch followed by an even bigger yawn. “I’ll head back to bed now. No guarantee I’ll sleep though.” You let out a huff that was supposed to be your attempt at a dry laugh. “You should get some rest too. Big day ahead, y’know? See you in the morning.” And with that, you exited the room and into the dim hallway.

The small smile Barbatos had dropped as soon as your back was turned to him. It was no secret that your time as a transfer student was being hindered by your lack of sleep. Even your recent medical file was perplexing in figuring out the cause of this disorder. It’s not genetic nor was it caused by a major traumatic event. Perhaps it’s something else? You did mention dream demons, after all, albeit it was more of a speculative idea that was brought up by your doctors in order to get a man of the cloth involved. It definitely couldn’t be Belphegor’s meddling, he thinks. He wouldn’t know about the human’s arrival.

It looks like he’ll have to do some digging after this exchange party concludes. He might need to start gathering evidence now while the human is still here. Diavolo will need to get involved, there’s no doubt about that. He would do anything to ensure the health and safety of the exchange students, after all. 

~

When everyone converged for a tour around the castle, some had noted that you looked less sluggish than usual. You simply waved them off, making up an excuse about the mattress not being up to human standards. Hopefully, you didn’t offend the demon prince when you said that. 

Still, you can’t deny that you feel a little well-rested. You did remember trying a method where you close your eyes for 15 minutes, wake up for another 15, close your eyes again, rinse and repeat. You usually had an alarm for this technique, but you didn’t want to disturb Simeon or Asmodeus as much as you already did slipping in and out of bed. You didn’t think you were able to keep track, but you did somehow, give or take a few minutes. Now you can actually pay attention to that cute little demon acting as the tour guide, explaining the intricate history of all the subjects painted on these beautifully crafted portraits. You couldn’t help but smile seeing Diavolo puffing his chest in pride when the Little D started talking about his father, the current Demon King. 

(But when it was mentioned that he's been sleeping at the bottom of Devildom for millennia you couldn't help but feel jealous. The most powerful being of all the realms is casually sleeping the decades away while you don’t even get the privilege of an hour of uninterrupted rest.)

You looked at the other paintings decorating the hall. Some plaques are written in what you can only presume is some kind of archaic language that only demons would know. If you could understand at least a part of it, then maybe you can get a deeper understanding of these pictures. 

A gentle call of your name and a not-so-gentle clap on your back broke your weak concentration. You tore your eyes away to meet Diavolo’s gentle gaze. “I see that her beauty managed to draw you in?” 

You blinked, trying to process what he said. “I-I’m sorry, whose beauty? I was…too focused on figuring out what the plaque said.” You managed to blurt out, causing the prince to chuckle.

“Oh, that? It simply reads ‘The Queen of Devildom’. In other words, that’s my mother.” His gaze turned to the painting, but you stayed fixated on him. He continued by adding, “This painting and some vague memories are all I have of her. She passed away several centuries ago when I was still an infant. My father would always talk about how…” And he continued to drone on from there. It wasn’t his fault, and you were genuinely trying to cling on to every word he’s saying because it’s important to him and you wanted to leave a good impression. On the other hand, the bleariness in your eyes started to cloud your vision again as a result of your lack of sleep. So you avert your gaze back to the painting unintentionally so you can wipe it away, biting your tongue to restrain the yawn that comes with it. Part of you hopes that Diavolo thinks that you’re speechless and moved to tears.

That thought quickly vanished when you opened your eyes to the painting. 

There was a choking noise, and you almost didn’t realize it came from you. It felt like the world around you completely disappeared, and only you and Him were the only inhabitants. 

Devildom seemed to freeze over the moment you made direct eye contact with the painted eyes of your tormentor. His scarred face did nothing to hide that cocky smirk he loves to wear. He’s holding up his bloodied claw to you in a way that couldn’t be anything else but a taunting gesture, as if he knows what he’s doing to you. His other hand wrapped around the back of a bloodied woman. By the way, the painting is framed, you assumed she was supposed to be sitting. Unfortunately, you know that’s not the case here. Her head dipped back, obscuring her face from you. You assumed she was originally wearing either a white or a similar light-colored dress, but that didn’t matter as it was dyed by the blood seeping out of that four-lined wound in her chest that you knew all too well. Just the sight alone made you reach for your hip where an old wound dimly throbs at the clothed contact. 

You didn’t dare move your gaze. You needed to keep an eye on him. 

“Hey…!”

You knew it. This opportunity to fly off his radar and find a way to kill him for good while he’s not looking was too good to be true.

“...!”

How did he even get here? Did he follow you down when you got summoned? What will he-

“...!!”

Time seemed to resume the second someone grabbed onto your shoulders and turned you around. You wanted-no, needed to keep an eye on him. Sadly, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. Instead, you were forced to look at Diavolo's worried eyes. You didn’t even let him get a word in before you began panicking. 

“What have you done?!” You yelled. You pointed to the painting behind you. “Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you!”

“Protect us from…who?”

“Him!” You pointed to the portrait.

Only the painted eyes of a woman stare back at you.

It was too late for you now. The moment you allow yourself even to think you’re away from his control, you end right back into his hands. 

Nowhere is safe, not even in hell.

A maniacal laugh fills your ears as everyone crowds around your panicked state.

[agent-yolk-writes]

The reader has to go get her blood drawn for some testing and Eddie and Venom are there to keep her company. If venom busts out because he thinks she is being hurt or Eddie manages to keep him back is up to you

You got it, anon!

Just in case I’ll even tag this as tw: blood for those squeamish with it since it is the main focus of it.

Eddie and Venom + Reader getting blood drawn

Due to prior experiences, you’re not at all thrilled with getting your blood drawn. You’re not afraid of it or anything, just annoyed.

It’s not a fun time, but you gotta do it. 

Now that you’re in an established relationship with Eddie/Venom, it’s good to know someone will be there if you get dizzy.

However, there’s one…tiny problem that’s nagging at the back of your mind.

Ever since Eddie and Venom met, Ed never had a reason to go to the doctor since, well, his partner can fix anything. In fact, you’re not too certain if he even explained why they were taking you were getting blood drawn.

So when the three of you are en route to the hospital, Venom starts freaking out. Was he in trouble? Did he do something wrong? Are you okay? Is there something you haven’t told them?

Despite being outside the building, you were almost late for your appointment as you and Eddie try to calm him down, explaining the situation between struggles. 

In the nick of time, he stops. He won’t stop, but that won’t stop him from complaining along the way. 

If the doctors do one (1) thing wrong, they will not survive his wrath Guaranteed™

“Vee, I love you, but please don’t…”

[agent-yolk-writes]

Hi! Sorry for the late prompt, I wanted to send the ask yesterday but had to deal with surprise double shifts (yay me😩). Can we have some Valentine prompts of our favorite pair Eddie and Venom trying to do something nice for the reader?

No worries! You gotta make that bread somehow. Surprise double shifts sound like they suck. Hope you’re doing okay now, OP.

Also! I hope you don’t mind me merging this with another asks that says:

For those who can’t read it, it says: “Op, I l know Valentine’s Day was yesterday but can we have something like…Eddie trying to surprise the reader with a nice gift while also trying to explain the concept of the holiday to the symbiote? And venom is a 5 year old kid who asks why all the time?”

Valentine’s Day with Eddie and Venom

aka Venom’s favorite holiday other than Halloween

He hasn’t celebrated it yet but he loves to ask about the concept of it and asks a whole bunch of weird questions about it, some of them would cause both of you to stop and actually think about it for a moment. 

Once you and Eddie tell them it’s mostly used to give others chocolate, Venom’s milky eyes seem to light up. Poor Eddie has to consider putting Venom on a leash if he even looks at a display window. 

There’s also another dilemma: you. The past few years he’s been enjoying it with Anne, and for the recent ones, he just drank his body’s weight in booze since they were long separated. Thankfully, Venom hates the taste of alcohol and likes practically everything that has ‘chocolate’ slapped on it…but he really doesn’t know what to do for you.

Venom suggested getting intimate like you guys do on special occasion, Eddie quickly shoots that down as he writes up a list of ideas. 

You’re really special to him. Considering it didn’t take long for you to accept Venom as well makes him want to hold you and never let go. What can he possibly get to match that special feeling? (And also what can he get that Venom won’t devour in a nanosecond?)

One night as they prowl for bad guys, Eddie spotted a sign that made the lightbulb go off in his head. He found the perfect gift!

He keeps it in the bag he purchased in since it doesn’t give away it’s shape. He thinks he’s slick but you know it’s some kind of alcoholic drink. Could it be he’s making a romantic dinner?

Well…yes and no. On that special day he did indeed take you out to somewhere a lot nicer than you two usually go for. When you return home, he pulls out the content of the bag to reveal a bottle of chocolate wine (yes, those do exist). It was in your favorite type of chocolate too! How thoughtful! 

[agent-yolk-writes]

Prompt where the reader is very short and has a hard time trying to reach things and for some reason Venom likes to hoist her up in his arms. "She's just so smol, Eddie"

I apologize in advance because I’m 5′10 and can’t relate. Venom is apparently 6 feet. Tom Hardy is 5′9. I don’t even-

(Also thank you for 130 followers~ Here’s something short cause ya girl gotta snz)

Eddie and Venom + smol Reader

Oh my, you really are that tiny. Five foot nothing. Get some rest, small child. You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends.

Reaching for high shelves is absolute hell. You’re glad people are kind enough to help you, one of them being your future boyfriend Eddie Brock.

…and your future future boyfriend Venom, who is almost enamored by your tiny height at first sight.

Venom loves holding you by your armpits and watch your legs just kick in the air. You look so defenseless but so adorable at the same time.  

“Vee, please put me down.” “No.”

He will use every opportunity to hold you, be it jumping all over San Francisco to your feet killing you from a long walk. Day or night, he will hold you.

Eddie seems embarrassed at first, apologizing for Venom’s behavior. He really doesn’t know why he’s like this. 

You told him that you don’t mind. You joke that it’s nice to be carried by someone who can get to places faster than your short legs ever can.

[agent-yolk-writes]

If you're still taking prompts...here's a little nugget for you: the reader has ultrasonic powers but she tries to keep it a secret from everyone (especially from eddie and venom because it would hurt them). Everything is well until one night something (another symbiote or any other threat, your pick) attacks you and everything goes tits up

(John Mulaney voice) You know those days where you are like, “This might as well happen?”

Eddie and Venom + Mutant!Reader

Imagine the initial surprise years ago when you screamed and almost shattered your parents’ eardrums in the process.

As time goes by, your parents eventually brush it off as a trick of the mind. However, it was no trick. You don’t know why you have this ability, and for the sake of your family, you hide it. Only practicing when you’re 101% sure you’re alone. Enough to have decent control over it, but not enough to consider yourself worthy to pursue a hero career.

When the time came, you moved out of your small town to San Francisco to pursue your career. With a new scenery comes new dangers, but you’re almost certain it won’t apply to you, a totally normal person, at all. Keyword: almost. 

You developed a relationship with the well known Eddie Brock. After some time getting to know each other personally, he introduces you to Venom. You were just about to confess your own hidden secret until he mentions that Venom is weak to both heat and sound. 

“She looks flushed.” “Are you okay, (Name?)” “Yea, I…didn’t realize you were weak to that kind of thing.” 

So yea, that went well. Your two boyfriends kinda glance at each other but don’t really do much about it. Maybe you like playing loud music? Nothing really changes after that. You were pretty content with that.

…Until one night, as you were walking home from a date with Eddie by your side, Carnage decided to show up with the sole intention of destroying them. Thankfully you hid just in time.

From your view, it looks like Venom isn’t doing well. If this keeps up, Venom, and Eddie, might die. A nervous feeling in your stomach makes itself known as you were left with a choice you really don’t want to choose. 

Swallowing down your fear, you emerge from your hiding spot. As Venom looks at you in confusion, your only warning was, “Cover your ears!” before belting out the ultrasonic sound you trained your entire life to keep it under wraps.

It manages to do the trick as Carnage flees from the scene trying to stay intact with his host as you were left with Eddie, lying on the ground and reeling from what just happened. 

With tears in your eyes, you apologize profusely and explained what you just did. You told him you were going to tell them when he introduced Venom, but you were so scared that they were going to keep their distance if not avoid you entirely if you said something. You just wanted to protect your loved ones.

Eddie understands where you’re coming from. Venom, still a bit spooked, scolds you for not mentioning it earlier. You try to give them a better warning next time. 

[agent-yolk-writes]

Prompt: reader always has cookies or some other treat on her person, and Eddie and Venom met her when she offered them food. Venom was completely down for this..."Eddie, I like this one. We have to keep her"

Same, Venom. Same.

(I actually might write like an actual fic for this in the future. This is such a good prompt.)

Eddie and Venom with Reader armed with snacks

With your job, it’s hard to take time out of your schedule to have a full meal.

That’s why your bag is half filled with daily necessities while the other half is full of snacks. Granola bars, cookies, you name it it’s properly in there somewhere. Some are filling, others not. It really depends on time and mood. 

You’re so busy that you haven’t really met, let alone know, your neighbors in this apartment complex

Eventually, you bump into Eddie and he looks like he could pass out at any moment.

Without thinking too much, you hand him a granola bar that gives you a small pick-me-up when needed before rushing to your shift.

What you didn’t know is that Eddie (and Venom) came back from a rather difficult fight that took up too much energy for their liking. How were they able to suspect one of the lowly crooks they were targeting was packing a flashbang grenade?

… Oh hey, what do ya know, this bar has chocolate in it. Venom likes you already.

“Eddie, I like this one. We have to keep her.” “Venom, no. Let’s take things slow for now.”

As if fate was pulling on the strings, you keep bumping into each other ever since. The first few encounters were weird, but eventually Eddie thanked you for the snack. It was a life-saver, he says.

You couldn’t help but smile. Surely you didn’t think you saved his life, but it feels nice that you helped someone.

You ended up giving him more snacks every now and then, which quickly evolved into every encounter. Sometimes you’ll toss him something if you pass each other in the halls and it’ll disappear in an instant. Where did it??? go??? What is this witchcraft???

(You don’t really look further into it. It’s probably the sleep deprivation)

You appreciate the fact that you can clean out your snack supply so you can get more variety. Not to mention Eddie has been weighing in by suggesting more chocolate. What a nice guy. Maybe you two can taste test chocolate together in the future.

[agent-yolk-writes]

Hi! Can I have a oneshot or headcanons where the reader has a pet who is not willing to share it's spot on her lap and Eddie and venom are having none of that?

Oh hell yea you can!

Wanted to make a full fic out of it but my mind wasn’t having it. Maybe next time.

I kinda went a bit off the rails with this one. Hope you enjoy it either way!

Eddie and Venom vs. S/O’s cat

Expectations 

You love your boyfriends, but you also love your cat. 

According to the shelter, your cat is the definition of ‘she protecc, but she also attacc’, but she’s been an absolute sweetie pie ever since you adopted her. Sure she does get into typical cat shenanigans, but you couldn’t bring yourself to scold her. 

She acts so spoiled, never leaving your lap every time you sit down. Purring up a storm when you mindlessly run your hand through her fur.

You know who else acts spoiled when you do that? Venom. He can’t purr, but he mimics something like one.

You had a tiny bit of worry about how your kitty cat will react to Venom. You thought it was going to be fine with Eddie, surely she smelled his scent on you, but you were afraid his symbiotic companion would eat your darling feline. This will be the first time both of them will enter your apartment. Maybe it’ll go well.

Reality

(Narrator’s voice) It did not go well.

To your horror, Venom almost ate the cat. Both you and Eddie got the scratches to prove it. 

Well…to be fair, Venom did push her off of you so he can have a turn. 

You didn’t see it, but your cat’s body language got defensive when they entered.

Afterward, every time Eddie has to come into your apartment he’s practically assaulted on sight. 

It took every bit of restraint not to fight back. He’s wouldn’t go that low to fight her, not to mention the emotional toll.

And every time, you’re there to patch him up. Venom insisted he can heal him, but you told them it’s the least you can do. 

Meanwhile, you’re mortified. The only person you think is to blame is yourself. How could you not see this coming? 

To atone this mistake, you practically tested your patience to get your cat used to Venom’s scent. You don’t know what he smells like since you’re not a cat, but it had a rocky start to say at least. 

On the flip side, Eddie had to teach his boyfriend the do’s and don’ts when it comes to pets. To make sure he was properly listening, he threatened to stop getting tater tots. Adamantly, Venom listened. 

If everything goes well, Venom and your cat will tend to get into staring contests. She tried to bat him with her paw but jumped upon touching cool liquid as opposed to a warm solid. 

Your feline BFF would refuse to be in the same room as your boyfriends, but if they get too close to you physically she’ll intervene like the little mischief she is. So naturally, you end up cuddling in Eddie’s apartment.

They don’t end up being friends, but they’re not enemies either. I guess they’re…mutuals? Rivals? Equal standing?

If all your hard work was for naught, it’s back to square one. Otherwise, all operations regarding couple activities are relocated to Eddie’s apartment until further notie. 

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Friends Like You and Us - Venom!Reader - Ch. 1

Hello hello! Welcome to my take on the whole Spidersona bandwagon. I couldn’t think of a name, so I did the best next thing and made it a reader insert. This is actually hitting two birds with one stone since this is also fulfilling my desire to write a Venom!Reader story. 

Don’t really like the lack of text formatting Tumblr provides, but it’s Tumblr…what are ya gonna do on this hell site?

This is just the beginning of your, the reader’s, adventure with an interdimensional symbiote. I even have an origin story set up that I thought about releasing first, but decided to introduce the main story to build up hype.

If you have any other suggestions on what I should write about next or want to ask about headcanons so I can flesh out some stuff don’t be afraid to ask! My ask box is always open and I love when people talk to me :)

Here’s the AO3 link!

*Please note that the Reader is about 15/16; a bit older than Gwen just as she’s a bit older than Miles. Keep that in mind when you ask about stuff.

Keep reading

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How about if the reader was one of the people Drake experimented on and now you're free but with a symbiote attached to you? And one day they bump into Eddie and Venom and out of pure fear she tries to run...a merry chase ensues

Are you me? Because I love Symbiote!Reader shit. It’s my strawberry jam.

Might as well bump one out now and work on the others later.

Also, thank god a klyntar name generator exists out there. It’s free real estate but it’s free O.C.

Eddie and Venom meet Reader with her own symbiote.

You have just rented the cheapest apartment in the San Francisco area. 

However, that kind of puts you in a hole when it comes to paying off utilities and services. Your current job can barely pay you enough to pay off the bills and still have food on the table. 

So when you hear from the grapevine that the Life Foundation is looking for volunteers that will be compensated generously, you didn’t hesitate to sign up. It’s probably going to be some kind of diet pill, right?

Spoiler: It was not a diet pill. It was way worse than that. TL;DR You’re now the successful host of the symbiote Error…and now Drake doesn’t want you to leave. Maybe he should’ve said something before you spat acid as a means to escape. Sucks to be him, I suppose.

You can’t afford to run away, so all you can do is hunker down and do your best to blend in with the crowd. The worse thing that can happen is people assume you’re a crazy person talking about pop tarts to yourself. 

Error really likes pop tarts. She prefers unfrosted ones. She also likes pineapple on pizza. You two aren’t going to get along that well but you’re stuck with each other. 

Everything was going fine until you bumped into Eddie on way to “get food”. One waft of his scent made you run in the opposite direction of him. You recognize that smell…the last place you remember it was in the Life Foundation labs where they kept you. That’s the scent of a klyntar. Error wasn’t strong enough to fight yet.

Unfortunately, Venom catches the same scent on you and instantly takes over the controls without warning. He doesn’t know if you’re friendly or the enemy, and he’s not going to wait to find out. Cue the Yakety sax montage.

Sadly, Venom outpowers you and sure enough, he has you cornered in an alleyway. At this point, Error has taken over your body to protect you. Without you, she would not survive this long, she claims. Either Drake would constantly give her incompatible hosts or she would end up dead one way or another. Those are not very good choices until you came along. 

You’re just as surprised as Venom. Normally she would try spitting acid at someone as intimidating as him. This…is completely uncharacteristic for her, and you hardly have known each other for so long.

Eddie, finally getting the reigns back from Venom, apologizes first and properly introducing themselves second. He assumed you were after him for Venom, to which you said the same thing for Error. Talk about miscommunication.

Eventually, you two strike up a nice friendship. Now that you’re not alone with the whole symbiotic alien thing, it’s nice to trade notes and comparing what you can or can’t do. It’s obvious that Venom outmatches Error in a lot of things, but surely Error has some tricks up her sleeve that can certainly put her at an advantage. Also, she has acid powers and he doesn’t. That’s a point for you guys.

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FFXIVWrite (Day 30) - Two Heads are Better Than One

we did it Joe (dies)

never make it write gobbiespeak again

also, like every year, i lost a handful of ao3 user subscriptions every year I start the challenge. Hopefully in the next 12 months or so I can get those back and more by the time september comes back around

anyways, thank you for reading along!

Chapter Text

If one talks like a goblin, acts like a goblin, and throws bombs like a goblin…would one consider them a goblin if the only different thing was their appearance? 

Riida had wondered about that as she looked over her new companion. 

He was a Miqo’te just like her, at least going by his tail. He was a bit shorter than her, possibly younger too. She couldn’t really make out any other physical features through the gobbie mask he wore.

He had come to help with the Illuminati problem ever since they’d gotten their hands on the primal Alexander and caused more problems on purpose. One thing led to another, and he turned out to be a great ally through all the conflict…not to mention he had a great throwing arm! However, he was not used to combat and would often find himself in trouble with the Illuminati. Thankfully Riida was able to intervene in time, and the gobbie-miqo’te had gotten very attached to her.

“Up-lander gob-sis” Is what he would refer to her as. When questioned Roundrox about the strange contradiction, she simply shrugged.

“Uplander gobbie has a junkbrain, but uplander gobbie has a wideheart.” She told her. “We take him in like fellow goblinkind. With goodthinking, uplander gob might guess uplander is goblinkind as well.”

And that's how it came to be. She came to find out his name was Newton and he told her all about the Dravanian fauna he could find near the impact site. While Riida can't really see through the mask, she found it was very difficult to say no to his adorable requests.

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FFXIVWrite (Day 29) - Surprise (Extra Credit)

okay okay this is absolutely my favorite one from this year's collection and I'm glad it came out how it did

my bestie (yuna's creator) had talked about twin lore stuff and this was a thing we always throw around so ofc i had to write it!

(contains early dawntrail stuff)

When the party entered the Sunperch, most landed their eyes on the sparring match between the Dawnservant and his opponent. 

The only one who didn’t was Riida, who instead spotted her sister leaning against one of the pillars watching the match go down. 

“Estinien…and Yuna?! When did they get here..?” Questioned Alphinaud. 

“More to the point, why are they here?” Alisaie added. 

Wuk looked over at Riida, her glance unreturned. “Oh? Do you know these two? Whenever my father spots a promising opponent, he invites them to the Sunperch to duel. Pressing duties or no, he can’t resist a good fight.” 

Krile looks on in awe. “So the one Estinien is crossing blades with is…”

They watched a little longer as the two fought. Riida kept juggling between that and her sister, who also focused on the fight at hand. Yuna did turn her down to travel to Tural, right? So what is she doing here with Estinien of all people? 

It didn’t take long for the opponents to conclude their spar, and without the risk of getting accidentally caught in the crossfire, Riida dashed to her sister and scooped her into a hug without warning. Thankfully with the pillar behind Yuna, she didn’t stumble or fall this time. 

“Yuyu! This is a surprise!” Riida pulls back from her hug but doesn’t let her sister out of her arms just yet. “I invited you to come along and yet you’re already here, what a surprise! What’s the occasion? Is it our Name Day?” 

Yuna shook her head. “Nothing like that. I’m just traveling with my husband for a bit.” She answered. 

“Oh, that’s good. I was worried that-”

Hold on.

“....I’m sorry. Did you say husband ?!”

“I did.”

“Wha-Huh-I’m- Huh?!” Riida didn’t know if she wanted to hug her again or shake her by the shoulders. “You? Married?? And didn’t invite your own sister???”

“We didn’t plan on having a wedding.”

“Well, you could’ve at least introduced the guy to me before you tied the knot!”

“Why should I? You already know him.”

And in that moment, the scariest thing in all the realm had occurred. 

Riida was thinking. 

Yuna married. Her husband, someone Riida at least knows. The two of them are currently traveling together, present tense. 

Riida glances at Estinien. “If you’re married, then why are you traveling with Estinien?”

“...Riida.”

“What?”

“Estinien is my husband.”

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FFXIVWrite (Day 28) - Deleterious

almost done!

A low whistle blew from the doorway.

“Looks like Ifrit got you good.” Thancred noted.

Riida doesn't bother looking away from the mirror. She had rolled her shirt up high enough to assess the damage of her first encounter with Ifrit.

“…Yeah, I guess he did.” She replied absently.

The conflict, to put it mildly, was a disaster in her book. Then again, its not a common thing to just get in a bout with a primal and expect to come out unscathed. But by the gods did it have to hurt this much?

(The phantom pain of getting caught on the infernal nail got a chill down her spine. It was quite a terrifying moment where she genuinely thought she might die.)

Her clothes had gotten burned beyond repair. The nail didn't penetrate the skin, but it left a very nasty burn mark that took up half of the right side of her torso. The chirugeons on deck said that it would take a moon for it to go away completely, but it might leave a scar as well.

Riida’s used to having scratches and bruises as she tried to survive with her sister, but this might be the first time she had been inflicted with a severe injury like this. She hopes she’ll be careful the next time she stares down a primal.

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FFXIVWrite (Day 27) - Memory

and now, a little something different

concepts of a plan...2!

Chapter Text

She's been here before, she thinks, under a different array of stars. The cool breeze of the night settling in and mixing with the warm smoke from the fire puts Riida in a soft trance, unable to determine if she slipped into an Echo or just simply hallucinating. Despite being high up on a mountain peak her senses feel like they're underwater. The sensations under her palms feel more grainy than dirt.

She looks at the blurry shadows around her, drawing blanks as something inside her swears up and down that she knows these shades. There were at least…five maybe? 

One of the shades slides closer to her. They had something in their hand, something warm judging by the steam rising from the cup. They offer it to her expectantly.

Without thinking, Riida opened her mouth. “Thanks, Avdol.” and suddenly the trance is gone. Everything is heavier now, her vision free from the haze and everything around her looking more fuller.

Alphinaud looks at her quizzically. “Avdol?” And just like that, the haze dissipated. That’s right, they were settling in for the night alongside Estinien and Ysayle. There was the campfire she helped start and the mug in her hand felt real in her hands. 

Riida blinks. “Isn’t that your name, Alphinaud?”

“…Right.” And with that, the younger elezen returned to his spot.

The Miqo’te looked up to watch the beautiful display of stars only to realize that it had changed as well. It was just as mesmerizing the look at in its own way.

She had no clue what had just occurred, and knew not its not really the time to be investigating when they had a whole nation counting on them on the surface below. Perhaps the answer will come to her when it's ready.

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FFXIVWrite (Day 26) - Zip

i love my chocobo so much

“I know you wanna get going, Puddy, but I need to make sure your barding is still properly secured.”

“ Kweh! ”

“Oh don’t ‘kweh’ at me, mister. I know you like the back of my hand.” Riida couldn’t help but wince at a memory of when she didn’t check that the barding was secured. In her defense, she makes sure to loosen any tight straps whenever Pudding is in a stable so he’ll have room to breathe when he's sleeping. 

But that also means she also has to remember to put them back on snugly, and more often than not she forgets about it until the saddle comes slipping off not even a full yalm away from where they started with how fast her chocobo can get. 

She really needs to invest in something with a zipper so she’s not tied up with having to secure the buckles each time. Is there such a thing out there?

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FFXIVWrite (Day 25) - Perpetuity

this was done as a result of it coming out that Close the Distance was in Ardbert's perspective and I was a mess

Chapter Text

Ardbert watches. 

He watches the good, the bad, and the mundane. 

He knows his beloved Warrior cannot hear him anymore, but he carries on like normal. 

His soul is bound to her forevermore, only parting once she returns to the stream proper. She did give him quite a scare at Ultima Thule. He was afraid that their journey together would be cut off so soon right as it began. 

But true to her nature, she is just too stubborn to die. 

As she explored Eorzea once more, he could make out similarities to what he vaguely remembers on the First. It’s a fascinating experience to witness firsthand, even more so when Riida had to travel to yet another shard devoid of light. Faces new and old greeting her with every step of the way. Experiences new to him that’s probably commonplace for someone like her. 

He even found himself trying to figure out the mystery happening in Thavnair when they had to grab the soul of that…rather odd fellow who thought he was a Lightwarden on the First. Its a miracle he didn't actually get attacked by one in the first place (but it made him wonder how long he's been like this)

If this is what eternity will be, Ardbert wouldn’t mind it one bit. 

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FFXIVWrite (Day 24) - Bar

just some Post-Dawntrail drinking with the lads

If a Pelupelu hands you some bottles of mezcal as a thank you for your service without expecting anything back in return, you accept those bottles graciously and run.

Okay, that’s probably an exaggeration. But the gift part is the real and the Miqo’te has no clue what to do with it. It’s not helped by the fact that it’s one of the higher-grade liquors rather than its cooking ingredient counterpart. Not to mention she can only go so far without the bottles clinking against each other with each step. Everyone else seemed to be busy with their own thing or focusing on the recovery efforts, so she didn’t want to bother them. 

…Well, almost everyone. 

Her companions who were left behind on the other side of the salt managed to arrive after Vrtra cleared up the skies. The moment they touched ground they immediately got to work pushing back against Zoraal Ja’s forces. Figured Riida would share the wealth with them as a way of saying thanks.

Plus it goes well with tacos, surprisingly. Add a wonderful spot on the beach, and you can call that a party.

It took her back when they first formed a party. She needed to deal with something that was too dangerous for her at the time, so she recruited whoever answered her call of aid first. All the way back when she didn't even realize Muneyuki was a samurai hailing from Kugane since he was equipped with an Index at the time, that’s how long ago it was. They had celebrated their successful venture by getting absolutely wasted at the tavern. Riida remembered fondly trying to beat Grounded at an arm wrestling contest despite being half his size.

It's crazy to think how far the three of them have come, even introducing the eventual fourth to fully round out the light party (even if they still bicker about who's going to tank or heal). Through perseverance and grit, they made it work. Now here they are, pissing away top-shelf mezcal on the other side of the star. 

Riida wouldn't trade this memory for anything.

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FFXIVWrite (Day 23) - On Cloud Nine

here twin stuff because they make me happy uwu

“Yu-na spot-ted!”

The warning bell before the impact. 

Yuna had seconds to brace herself as her sister scooped her into a hug from behind. Thankfully she was wearing her heavier armor so she wasn’t initially knocked off-kilter with the dive bomb.

As she was lifted into the air, she realized how long it had been since she received physical affection from her sister. They had been caught up with their own thing ever since they had their own little adventure after The Final Days. Not to mention she kinda got hitched to Estinien and didn’t mention it to anyone until she casually brought it up when everyone found themselves in Tural. 

Interactions with her sister had been minimal at best. They do write and talk on the linkpearl occasionally, but it had been moons since she saw her sister before all the chaos came crashing down around them again. But now the dust has settled (but for how long?) and the nation can finally focus on recovering. 

This means it was time for one of her sister’s signature pouncing hugs, something Yuna didn’t realize she missed until it happened. It's not like she’ll say it out loud. Riida always yaps about how hugging her felt like her aether had fully recovered and so on, and her sister made sure she was equipping a staff that didn’t have any sharp, pointy edges to hit her with.

Riida wears her heart on her sleeve, even if she denies it. Yuna could feel her smiling into her shoulder and small vibrations of what she knew was a purr Riida was starting to rev up somewhat unknowingly. 

Still, who is she to deny spoiling her from time to time?