#fun story I actually got my grade lowered once because apparently my sentences were too long and complicated

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would you mind writing something about the venom brothers watching the sunrise together? i'm literally obsessed with this headcanon. thanks bby and good luck with the movie lol.

Mind? I would love to the headcanon is amazing!

Sunrises are all we have left

Alternatively: The rare moments when the Venom brothers don’t want to kick each other in the face

Word count: 1 067

Warning: mention of injury, implied trauma

Party Poison hadn't slept very well in the previous few weeks, the wound on their side still burning against the fabric of their t-shirt and faces of the 'joys that weren't as lucky as them haunting their dreams. Hence the quiet familiar click of Diner's backdoor closing was enough to wake them from their restless sleep ’Kobra? I heard the door, we shoul-’ they whispered reaching next to them to shake their younger brother up but found only an empty sleeping bag instead. ‘Where the fuck did you go...’ murmured Party as they slowly got up trying not to disturb Jet and Ghoul, both of them got their own good share in the last dance party with dracs and even if Party couldn’t get the so needed rest at least they should.

There was no trace of Kobra in front of the building but Party didn't hear him starting 27 so he had to be somewhere around, there was no way they could overhear the loud roar of the metal monster among silent dark dunes with no one but them around. Their bare feet burrowed into the still slightly warm sand as they made their way around the long-abandoned building that they now called their home.

Late at night like this, it seemed as if no one but ghosts lived inside, wind tugging on the foil they’d put into broken windows and the light mint paint, lovingly applied by someone long gone, now covered under layers of graffiti instead, slowly chipping off under their touch, leaving little flakes on the tips of their fingers. They hadn’t lived there for long, they hadn’t been a crew for long either, just few months before it was just them and Kobra, now? The Fabulous Killjoys, to Party it kinda sounded like a joke, when they weren’t fighting for their bare lives with piles of bodies, both white and neon, by their side, they constantly got into each other’s hair, what is so fabulous about that. But if they wanted to survive, they had to keep the façade up and in the end, those two dumbasses peacefully sleeping inside and their currently missing brother was all they had and out in the desert you have to be happy for whatever you have, so if those three are their new family, then be it.

Speaking of their missing brother they still haven’t caught a single sign of him being around but with Kobra being himself there was only one place where he could be. The roof, place where he always went to fight his demons, actually where any of them went when they wanted to be alone with their thoughts or just overwhelmed and needed a little bit of peace. It was an unspoken rule all of them respected and also used maybe a little too often.

‘Couldn’t choose a worse place to brood could ya..’ the killjoy grunted grabbing the lowest bar of the ladder leading to the roof, lowest meaning it was actually a good meter and half above the ground which wasn’t exactly fun to climb with a still fresh wound on your ribs. ‘Kobes? Ya here?’ They finally dragged themselves over the edge, laying on the harsh black asphalt for a while to catch their breath. Climbing with only one hand and holding the gash on their side with the other was way less fun than they’d thought it would be, which wasn’t much to start with.

They didn’t get an answer but they could clearly see their brother’s dark silhouette against the pink sunrise. Big old blanket tightly wrapped around his shoulders to protect him from the cold of desert night. At first glance he seemed like a statue, sitting between two letters of the big neon sign at the front, left behind by people no one remembers, only his short blond hair slightly moving in the morning breeze.

‘Ugh the fuck are ya doin’ up here?’ sighed the older killjoy stepping next to their little brother. ‘Remember how we used to watch sunrises from the balcony of our parent’s apartment?’ Kobra asked quietly without otherwise acknowledging Party’s presence, stoically looking at the clouds on the horizon painted orange and pink by the rising sun. ’Ya know I don’t...’ Party smiled softly, giving the younger ‘joy quick sad glance. ‘Mind lendin’ me some of that blanket it’s freezing out here and I’m wearing only a t-shirt and shorts’ they tried to quickly change the theme so that they wouldn’t have to think about what was on their mind since they’d gotten into the zones. Their past of which neither of them knew more that the few glimpses they caught in their dreams, but from those Party accepted it was maybe better this way.

Kobra finally looked at them, shuffling to the side and lifting the thick bright yellow fabric from their back to make room for Party. ‘Bad dreams again?’ they asked quietly, their voice a little raspy, after they sat next to Kobra pressing their knees to their chest to hide under the blanket as much as possible. ‘Yeah, ya know it, Mr. Snuggles trying to kill me again.’ Kobra laughed shaking his head ‘but seriously you should be sleeping, ya need to rest’ he wouldn’t admit it but one could clearly hear the concerns in his voice. He knew there was something wrong with Party no matter how hard they tried to hide the bags under their eyes with make-up or clean the blood stains on their clothes. His older brother was always there for him, with them he was safe, but now when Party wasn’t truly themselves Kobra wasn’t sure what to do.

‘Hmm maybe you should have been quieter ’Party tried to laugh but ended up yawning instead, making their sentence almost unintelligible ‘Oh shut up’ the younger brother smirked slightly pushing their sibling but got no response. ‘Hm finally run out of wo- Oh, I see...’ he got interrupted by Party’s head lightly falling onto his shoulder. ‘Guess I can stay here with you for a while’ he whispered, gently brushing few strands of bright red hair out of their brother’s face. ‘But if ya drool onto my t-shirt I'm gonna use your drinkin’ water to clean it’ he laughed quietly as if Party could hear him, turning his gaze back to the sunrise. Yeah, he could stay there for a while.