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The Theatre Statues

A long time ago, the theatre was flourishing and full of grandeur. Slowly it began to decay, and the spirit that haunted the theatre was thought to have vanished. But now, new renovations have taken hold of the theatre, and new talents have also began to blossom within the walls. Just like before. (It's a long story this week too)

Female Main Character (cis) x Male Monsters

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The theatre was being renovated and the owner was going to use my father's artwork. The owner’s wife wanted my father to create statues that would greet guests as they came inside. Her one stipulation was that he use pieces of an old carving that used to hang in the theatre to make them.

My father made three statues for the garden before the entrance. One to stand in the small garden before the stairs, and two more who would flank the stairs. They represented the greatest attributes of the theatre; dancing, music, and acting. My father was skilled and talented, but back when he was first approached, he was up and coming in his craft. His friendship with the owner got him the job, and that made him nervous.

My father told me stories of the theatre when he first arrived. Performers still came to the theatre despite the renovations. My father would study the performers to catch the essence of the theatre. Rumor had it that the stage was good luck to performers, so my father filled pages upon pages with sketches. All used to inspire his statues.

It was there that my father found his muse, a beautiful and fiery dancer who refused to let anything get in her way. Marlena was known for being a temperamental woman, but that didn’t put any fear into my father. He fell in love with her, and would create many works inspired by her passion and fury. One such work was me.

I was born as construction on the statues began. My father began work on the dancing one first, since my mother couldn’t dance after my birth. My first memory is of his hands, though gentle they were rough and covered in dust. He would hold me and show me how the marble would become something more.

As I grew, my mother insisted I dance as well. She gave me my first lesson as soon as I could walk and continued to teach me until I was old enough to join a class. Many times I heard that I was too much like my mother. I had too much fire in me, they said. I treated dancing like a fight for my life, they said.

“Never let them dampen what power you have, Adriana,” my mother said to me. “It is not their fault they are mere candles against your roaring fire. Stay strong, because you will need it in the future.”

“Be careful what you say to her,” my father chuckled. “I don’t want her getting into the fights that you used to.”

My mother crossed her arms and glared up at him. “You do not want our daughter standing up for herself?”

“I don’t want people to have to stand up against her.” He stepped away from his statue. He had started working on music while he waited for the pieces of the old carving to arrive and finish dancing. “I don’t want to raise a bully.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you calling me a bully?”

I would say my mother was a bully to anyone outside her family, but my father had her wrapped around his finger. He liked her power and it swayed him as one would with romantic poetry.

“What would you like me to call you?” My father’s dusty fingers left my mother’s black hair gray when he touched it. I thought was so beautiful when I was young.

By the time the statues were complete, I was working in the theatre as a dancer. My mother had become the choreographer for the theatre and looked after the dancers. The night the statues were being unveiled the owners threw a lavish celebration. They invited patrons of the theatre, as well as celebrities from all over. My mother gave me a dress from her youth.

“When I had my first starring role, I wore this for interviews.” The dress was a lavender shade with cream lace. As she laced me up in it, I could see her look of pride in the mirror. “I also wore it for my wedding dress.”

I smoothed my hand down the side. “Why would you wear this for your wedding?”

She smiled into the mirror as she placed her hands upon my bare shoulders. “Because it made me feel powerful. Now, I grant that power to you.”

My father was already at the theatre while we dressed. While it excited him to reveal his work, he had been nervous during the weeks leading up to this reveal. The theatre was full once my mother and I arrived. There were so many people roaming about in the gardens as well as inside. There were waiters walking around with drinks and food, which I indulged in.

“Adriana! Be careful,” my mother warned me. She took the treat from my hand and placed it back upon the tray. “I don’t want you eating so much of the food tonight.”

“But the portions are tiny,” I tried to argue.

“But they are very rich.” She moved me away, turning me from the waiters with food and back outside with the covered statues. “Isn’t this exciting? Your father has been working all this time. Since before you were born. It’s almost like these statues are family.” She then patted my back. “Go out and mingle, stop hiding in corners.”

I nodded, saying nothing but I rolled my eyes as I descended the stairs. I went down into the crowd, watching people. I then came across the owner’s wife who was looking up at the statues with a look of concern. She had once been a very popular dancer but suffered an injury that ended her career early. My mother spoke of her as her rival.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her.

She gave a heavy sigh. “These statues, I wonder if they were a good idea.”

I furrowed my brow. “Weren’t they your idea?”

Her smile was a sad one. “I know they were, and yet-” Her eyes became distant and hazy. There was a sense to her expression that gave her a melancholic yet romantic air. “There was someone here at the theatre I knew a long time ago. They vanished when the old carving of the masks broke. I wonder if they’ll ever return.”

“Were they a friend?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” she murmured. “But they loved so much.” She then snapped from her haze and smiled at me. "Carmine has come home you know? I'm sure he'll want to see you."

The news did make me smile. I had grown up with Carmine. I practiced dance while he snuck about the theatre. "It'll be be good to see him. It's been so long."

"He's here somewhere." She reached out, smoothing down a bit of lace at my collar. “You look like your mother in that dress,” she sighed. She touched my hair and tilted her head to the side. “I hear you have your first solo coming up, Adriana.”

I nodded. “Do you think I got it because my mother is the choreographer?”

She smiled. “Not at all. I know your mother would make you earn it like everyone else.” She then furrowed her brow. “Why? Are people saying such things?”

I looked towards the dancing statue placed at the front of the stairs. “Of course people talk. They think I am the favorite because of my mother. But I know I am the favorite because I am the best out of them all."

“You sound like your mother too,” she murmured. “I know then you do not care about making friends with any of the other dancers. But I do recommend that you-”

“Dull myself for them?” I scoffed.

“No,” she shook her head. “Share your fire with them.” She was then called away and I was alone. But before I could enjoy it, someone else came and stood near me. I looked up at them and saw a figure clad in strange clothing and wearing a mask with many faces. They looked at me and the mask split. I gasped in alarm but then someone touched my arm and I whipped towards them.

"Easy there!" He laughed.

"Carmine!" I blurted. My heart was racing. The figure I saw had given me a horrible fright.

"Did I scare you?" Carmine's attempt at holding back his laughter was failing.

"I thought I saw something." I shoved him. I then stared at him, taking him in for the first time. "You don't look like the Carmine I know."

Carmine laughed, running his hand through his lush, dark curls. "Have I changed so much?"

I stared agape at him. He had changed so much from the last time I saw him. Back then he was short, pudgy, and always hidden behind his mother’s skirts. He had gone away for school. Then he took to traveling and buying shows for his father to produce at the theatre. I never thought he would return when I heard stories that he had become somewhat wild on his own.

“Yes! You look like you're possessing another person!” I fussed.

He chuckled and moved around me. There was something odd about him, something not of this world. He had dark olive skin, dark hair, but pale gray eyes that appeared silvery green in the light. I kept looking him up and down. There was something odd about his visage. He used to resemble his father so much when he was young, but now he looked nothing like either parent.

“I see you haven’t changed at all. Still a little viper like your mother.” Carmine walked with me as we left that dark corner.

I felt more relaxed with Carmine. Even though he looked nothing like his former self, something about him felt the same. “I heard you’d become something of an animal yourself out there.”

“Nothing compared to you, little viper,” he smirked at me. “But you know how growing up goes. I found my wings so I spread them.”

“For anybody is what I heard.”

Carmine broke into a big, vicious looking grin. “Glad to see the rumor mill is going as strong as ever.”

We stood beneath one of the veiled statues and Carmine rubbed at the covering. “Why are you back? Will you be home long?” I asked.

Carmine’s eyes appeared distant. “Mama asked me home. She’s not saying anything, but she’s worried about her health. Her leg is bothering her more and more. Plus dad needs help with this place.” He looked at me with a smile. “I’m home for good, little viper. Perhaps we’ll get to know each other better now.”

Something felt seductive about his smile, and I hated how eager I was to indulge in it. Unfortunately there came a tap upon my shoulder.

“It’s just me,” my father said. He offered his hand then looked at Carmine suspiciously. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“It’s good to see you, sir. I am excited to view your works.” Carmine smiled, knowing it wasn't easy to recognize him now.

I took my father’s hand. “It’s Carmine, Father. He came back home and we were catching up.”

My father gasped. “My goodness, son! You look like someone else.”

“I should be hearing that often.” Carmine shrugged. “I’ll go find my mother if you need her.”

“We’re getting ready to unveil the statues. So if you’ll excuse us.” My father led me towards the stairs. “I want you and your mother with me.” He took hold of my hand and I followed him. I stood at his side while the statues became revealed.

All three looked so proud and bold. Their faces were golden, made from the remnants of the carving that the owner’s wife gave to us. Music and acting stood on either side of the stairs. Music held a violin, poised with a foot out and their body flowed along with their song. Acting stood with arms outreached as if aiming for the stars. Their body was rigid and tense, racked with the feelings of their performance. Dancing was before the stairs, poised in a small rose garden that greeted guests as they arrived. It was my father’s greatest work, based on my mother and the way she threw her body into her dance. The back arched, the legs were alive, the arms caught upon the breeze. The gold faces on each had once been stone. My father dipped them into gold to hide their cracks and breaks, as well as piecing them together.

I had not seen the statues with their faces on. Now that I had, it was as if they had become real in that instant, as if I could feel them breathing. I was awestruck and deep inside me I wished I could grant each of them a kiss.

As the night wore on, my mother went home, but I lingered with my father. We soon were the only ones left at the theatre. He stayed, watching his art the same way he would watch me.

“Let’s go home,” I coaxed him.

“I hate to leave them alone,” he murmured.

I helped him to his feet. “They’re not alone, they have each other. Come now, mother will worry about us.” He went to fetch something and I stood at the foot of Dancing, waiting for him. I looked up at their face and smiled.

“You’re the eldest,” I told them. “Take care of your brothers.”

Once my father returned, we left and went home. I laid in bed, remembering those gold faces. As a child I had imagined what these statues would be in my mind. I gave them each a voice in my head, an identity I clung to like some children made imaginary friends. With their faces now in place, they felt so real. To me they were alive.

Rehearsals for the next production began the next day. My mother didn’t give an inch. She worked all of us hard, especially me since I had an important solo. During breaks, I liked to go out and visit the statues. I would try to give each one some time, but I was partial to Dancing, who I named ‘Athos’. I named Acting ‘Bruto’, and Music was ‘Tullio’.

One afternoon during rehearsal I began to feel ill. I had a fever and I went to the back where I could rest. It was dark back there, and cold as well. I laid there and tried to rest, but my body felt raw and unable to settle. My eyes closed and I felt a hand upon me. It felt cold to the touch, which to my feverish body felt so nice.

“Who's there?” I opened my eyes, seeing only a shape in the darkness.

“No one to worry about,” a calm voice murmured. Their hand smoothed over my face, which felt like a furnace. “You’re so warm.”

“You’re so cold.” I reached up, touching their arm which felt as hard as stone. “Who are you?”

Their finger slipped over my lips. “I won’t bother you long. I only wanted to see you.”

Perhaps it was the fever making me see things. “Are you one of the dancers? Did my mother send you?”

“Shh.” Their finger pressed to my lips. “Get some rest. I’ll tell you later.” They placed a kiss upon my forehead, one that felt as hard as their arm.

I tried to reach for them as they left, but they moved too fast, and soon I fell asleep. I woke up in my bed at home in the dead of night. I looked around, getting out of bed and going to the window. I must have slept all day and my father must have come to take me home.

I looked outside, seeing that the moon was almost full. As I looked around the midnight world, I saw three figures standing outside the gates. I furrowed my brow, looking closer. The three stood in a group, looking very similar in shape and form. One leapt up upon the wall and began dancing there. Another climbed the fence, landing on the other side. I grew frightened that they were robbers. I started to run to fetch my father but I heard music.

The sound of a violin began to fill the air, and the figure on the wall began to dance with it. I opened my window, letting the music inside. The dancer then turned and saw me. They posed upon the wall and extended their hand to me as if asking me to dance.

“Come with me.”

The voice had me leap from my body and throw my soul into space. Beside me there was a figure upon the lattice which held the vines. They held their hand out to me. “I’ll take you down so we can play.”

I squinted through the shadows and upon their face I saw gold. I held my breath in my chest, and as the moon came from behind the clouds, I saw their face was gold. I smoothed my hands along the contours of their face. They formed upturned brows and a downturned mouth.

“Bruto?” I breathed.

Bruto took my hand and helped me from my window then carried me to the ground where the other two met up with us. One golden face held a smile with raised brows, that was Tullio. The other held a serious expression, the brows pinched and the mouth set in a firm line. They were Athos.

“I must be dreaming,” I said under my breath. I reached out to touch Tullio, who bowed and extended their violin behind them. I then reached for Athos, placing my hand upon their chest which they then took and held.

“Come and dance.” Athos pulled me into the yard, sweeping me along the grass before holding me. Tullio began to play their violin while Bruto began reciting poetry. As Athos led me in a dance, I began to move on my own. I matched their body, their movements. I flowed along beside them and kept pace. I beamed proudly, not questioning how they were here. I had said they were alive, so to me, this was a chance to celebrate rather than question.

I danced over to Bruto and Tullio, spinning around them and laughing. Bruto picked me up in their arms, tossing me into the air and catching me. Tullio played their violin, jumping and dancing along with me. But Athos pulled me back, wrapping me up in a dance that fueled my passion and inspiration. It felt wild and unburdened, I could thrash and lunge as I wanted. I could be a wild animal while Athos was before me.

Athos then lulled me into a slow intimate dance. Our bodies touched, and our arms wrapped around one another. Bruto took me from them, holding me in an embrace. Tullio took me from behind, sweeping out my arm and kissing my palm.

“I’m so glad you are here,” I said to them. “All I have ever wanted was for the three of you to be in this world.”

Bruto kissed my hand. “And we have wanted to spend time with you. To us, you are the muse.”

“Be careful what you say, brother.” Athos’ hand wrapped around my waist from behind. “You are so quick with your passions.”

Bruto laughed. “And you are not? Dancing with her like that. You might as well have been making love.”

Tullio struck their violin with a harsh note then snapped their fingers.

“But I am careful,” Athos scolded. “We broke once, I will not let us break again.”

Tullio played their violin in a panic and I went to them. I cupped their face in my hands and they laid it upon my shoulder.

“But we are her’s,” Bruto said. “And she is our’s! We grew together. We molded together. How can you not believe that we were made to be together? Us and Adriana.”

“We thought that once,” Athos scolded. “We thought our love would return to us, but she gave our gifts back, and in the process we shattered. Though we adore her, we must guard ourselves so we are not hurt again.”

“What happened?” I asked as I comforted Tullio. “When did you break and who did it to you?”

The two brothers went silent and stood still. “It happened long ago,” Bruto responded. “And it shouldn’t matter now. We are new. We are now children of that incident. Born from it to grow and change. We are not fate to the same turbulence as our-”

“Stop monologuing!” Athos snapped at them.

Tullio held me tighter and raised their head from me, pressing their cheek to my forehead.

“Dasamiza is dead. We are not them, and they are not us,” Bruto snipped

Tullio turned me away from their bickering. They showed me their smile then picked up their violin again. They began playing me a gentle tune and we swayed back and forth together. The two behind us began to quiet and they came up behind me.

“We’re sorry. We meant for this to be a wonderful evening.” Bruto took one hand and kissed it while Athos took the other and kissed it.

I smiled, leaning forward to give Tullio a kiss. I then turned to Bruto and Athos, giving them each a kiss as well. “I am happy to finally have you. I have waited all my life for the three of you. I will let nothing come between us.”

I woke up in bed, my body sore and my face warm. Sunlight poured in from my window, which was still wide open. Had I been dreaming? When I pulled back the covers, I saw my feet were filthy and the ends of my nightgown stained green from the grass. It hadn’t been a dream, they had actually come to me that night.

I stayed at home that afternoon as my mother was still worried about my fever. I went and stayed with my father in his workshop, watching him as he prepared for his next piece.

“It feels so strange here now,” he told me. He rubbed the back of his head. “This room feels so empty, like something is missing.”

I looked up from his sketchbook. “Because they are gone?”

My father sighed. “Yes. It feels like such a shame to break up the set.”

I turned to him confused. “But they are all together at the theatre. What are you talking about?”

His smile turned gentle. “I always considered you one of them.” He came and sat down beside me. “The four of you were born together, grew together. I always thought of you as my masterpiece alongside them.”

“I felt that way too,” I murmured.

That evening, the three of them came and I let them into my room. I kissed them each, feeling my heart grow so full with them all there.

“You did not come to the theatre today, we got worried.” Athos cupped my cheek in their hand.

“My mother was worried about my fever, but I should be alright.” I held their hand to me, smiling as they ran their fingers through my hair. “Can you only move during the night?” I ask.

“It's complicated,” Bruto replied. “We are not exactly statues, but we are not exactly alive either.”

Tullio plucked the strings of their violin.

“Exactly, brother,” Bruto began to pose. “We do not exist in this world alone. We exist between and, like ink spilled upon pages, we bleed through them so that we come into one and the other.”

“Monologuing,” Athos scolded. They put their arm around my waist. “I’m sure she understands from a glance we are not all that we appear to be. But there is so much more to us. More than she could ever dream.”

“I always knew, even before I saw your faces. I knew the three of you were something special.” I kissed Athos again, causing Tullio to play their violin softly.

Bruto turned my head, taking the next kiss. Tullio stole the next and I was smiling and giggling as Athos struggled to take another.

“Are you three so starved for affection? The whole world loves you now.”

“But it is not the world we strive for,” Bruto murmured.

Tullio’s fingers curled through my hair and then their fingertips danced upon the nape of my neck.

“If we had to choose a world, we would choose you,” Athos murmured against my ear.

I caught my breath and rose to my feet. I began to dance, and as I did, Tullio played their violin. Athos and Bruto watched me as I danced for them. The moonlight shone through my nightgown, and I knew they could see my body.

Once I returned to the theatre, rehearsals got tougher. My mother wasn’t giving us any slack as the days drew closer. Since I had the solo, I was being wrung out twice as hard. Lately, I have been noticing Carmine sitting in the seats. Sometimes he’ll be out front, hidden in the shadows. Other times I’ll catch him from the corner of my eye in one of the boxes. My mother hasn’t said anything about him, but all the other dancers were talking about him. Some spoke of how he’s so handsome. Others whispered they felt Carmine went odd during his journeys.

Carmine only spoke to me. Between my rehearsals and his dealings with the theatre, and that was a rare occasion. We often met around the statues, he could hide behind them with ease, and I loved being near them anyways.

“Do you enjoy the statues?” The question came out of a pleasant silence we shared.

“Of course,” I answered. “Why? Do they bother you?”

Carmine’s eyes trailed down Tullio’s form. “When I was little, I used to have dreams about a figure wearing a mask with many faces.”

I had seen a figure fitting that description before the statues became unveiled. My pulse began beating faster, so I reached out and touched Tullio’s leg. “Then these must be frightening to you.”

Carmine gave me an astute look. “I never said I was afraid. I quite liked them. The figure would appear to me in the dark theatre, sometimes they would walk across the ceiling or down the walls. Sometimes they’d be in the high windows. But they were always there for me. They would do tricks for me and tell me stories. It was a strange dream, but it was never frightening.”

“Who were they?” I asked.

He looked me over, and his pupils dilated. “Dasamiza."

My breath caught in my chest. The statues had spoken that name before.

Carmine sighed. “They showed me so much of the world, but it all came within my dreams.” He tilted his head up to look at Tullio again. “These three, none of them look exactly like them, but they all remind me of them. There is something missing though.”

“Missing?” I wanted to hear more, but then my mother called for me from inside. I stood up and smoothed down my skirt. “Back to work.”

“You dance like a beast,” he said as I turned away. “I can’t wait to see you when there’s an audience.”

My cheeks felt hot as I looked at him and I scurried back inside.

Once when I was little, my mother was busy and I was left on my own within the theatre. I don’t think she meant for me to wander off, but I did. This was around the time my father was engrossed with the statues and he rarely left the house, so mother was the one to deal with the business end of things.

I had gone quite a distance from the office, finding myself in a back room close to where they stored costumes. It was quiet back there, unearthly so. I was standing there at a fork in the road with two directions I could go. I considered turning around, but then I felt some strange pull at me. I looked down the left hall, where one of the lights didn’t work and so it flickered, making the hall change from something ordinary, to something frightening.

I was pulled down this hallway, following an instinct in me. It brought me to a door which I opened, and inside the room was mostly empty, save for a large covered slab on the floor. I stepped closer, kneeling down to see if I could look under the tarp without touching it. When I couldn’t see, I pulled back the tarp where there were large chips of paint and plaster, along with bits of stone. Under the tarp was a large carving of the traditional theatre masks of tragedy and comedy. It was broken and in horrible disrepair. The golden paint and plaster that had covered the rough stone was falling away and the masks looked undistinguishable. The carving, too, was so large that I crawled up on top of it to get a closer look. As I looked down upon the masks, I felt sad. I knew tragedy was meant to be forlorn, but the comedy mask seemed to be just as sad.

It didn’t occur to me until I was a bit older that it was that carving that the owner’s wife wanted used for the statues. My father used pieces from the carving to complete the two broken faces, using his skill to make one that represented the serious expression that Athos now held upon his face. My father put a piece of comedy and tragedy within each mask, as he felt the world of theatre could not be condensed so easily.

Everything has a touch of humor and sadness to them, he told me. Life is about moments of bitterness and sweetness. Without one or the other, we wouldn’t appreciate the moments as they come. Comedy makes tragedy sadder. And tragedy makes comedy funnier. I didn’t get it back then, but as I got older, it came to me more and more.

That evening I left the theatre while my mother talked to the owner and Carmine. As I exited the front doors I saw the owner’s wife staring up at Athos with that look she held from the party. There were tears in her eyes as she gazed into their golden face and they rolled down her cheeks as she bowed her head.

“Is everything alright?” I asked her.

“Adriana, glad to see you’re feeling better.” She wiped her eyes. “I was admiring them."

I placed my hand upon Athos’ foot as I approached her. “But why are you crying?”

She took a deep breath and sniffled. “I was remembering that person I told you about the night of the unveiling.”

I looked up at Athos and their stern expression. “Can I ask you something?"

She nodded. "Go ahead."

I took a step closer to her. "Why did you want that carving used for my father's statues?"

She chuckled and rubbed her hands. “It is a long story,” she murmured. “But it was guilt.” She looked into my eyes, her own brimmed with tears. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. But I know it was too late.”

I furrowed my brow. “Sorry?”

She smiled and reached out, tucking a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “I turned down a remarkable and wonderful gift. One that could have given me the career your mother holds now.” She pulled her hand away and held it to her chest. “But now, I look back and wonder-”

“Adriana!” One of the other dancers called to me from the door.

“You best go,” she shooed me with a smile on her face. “None of my old stories matter anymore.”

I looked at her before I left. I did not feel sorry for her. We make our choices and we have to stand by them. If she feels guilt now, that is her own fault. The past is the past and we move away from it. And right now, whatever step I take, I want it to move me closer to Tullio, Bruto, and Athos. She happened to be the first cobblestone under my feet.

That evening, I waited outside for the statues to arrive. They always came at the same time, so I didn’t have to wait long. They approached me from the shadows. Their golden faces shining and capturing the light. Something felt strange that evening. There seemed to be a nervousness in their approach.

"Is something wrong?" I asked them. "You feel different tonight." I reached out and took Athos' hand.

“Something feels off. I will confess to that," Athos replied.

Bruto posed, throwing their forearm over their head. “There’s a charge in the air, a spirit of warning,” Bruto began. Tullio cut them off by striking their violin to show their urgency.

I looked between them. “Is it bad?”

“Not exactly,” Athos replied. “I’m not sure how to describe it.”

Bruto rubbed their hands together, waiting before they spoke again. “It is the same feelings as when you are waiting for someone to come to the door. Yet you know there is a chance that, when you answer, it is not who you want. So you stave off the excitement, but it only grows."

“The air has been heavy with it the past few days, but we have not known what to make of it. Today, the feeling grew stronger than it ever has.”

Tullio plucked their violin and looked at me. They seemed to know, but they didn’t know how to get it across. They made a motion with their hand, sweeping across the back of their head as if stroking hair that wasn’t there. It reminded me of Carmine. That thought struck me and I let out a gasp.

There was a stiffness that Anthos took upon hearing that sound. "What is it?

Tullio began playing their violin, bringing from the strings a soft, melancholic tune.

I then remembered the name that both of them had spoken. “Who is Dasamiza?”

Tullio played a sour note and brought down their bow. They held the violin close to their chest and looked towards their brothers.

“Someone who is long gone.” Bruto was shockingly brief.

“But Carmine knew who they were, and you said their name too.”

Tullio touched their face, caressing their hands down the gold. They dropped their hands to their side. They then started to play the violin, once again playing that sad song.

“Dasamiza shattered. They became lost and heart broken,” Bruto's voice was softer than usual. “From the sorrow of Dasamiza, we were born. Made from them, part of them, almost like Eve came from the rib of Adam. But our bodies were-”

Athos huffed. “Dasamiza was the spirit of the theatre, but when the comedy and tragedy masks broke, they splintered.”

“When you say it, it sounds so boring,” Bruto scoffed.

“The spirit of Dasamiza became split once your masks were made,” I murmured as I pieced it together. “Is that what that is? I thought I had something to do with it!”

Bruto chuckled. “In a way, you did, over the years your love gave the statues a certain power. But it is our masks and the spirit of the theatre that make us what we are.”

I felt a bit miffed it wasn’t me who brought them to life, but I supposed this made much more sense. “So now that you exist, Dasamiza doesn’t?”

“Not exactly. Actually, I’m not sure how it works at all.” Athos stood. “But today, that presence we felt, it felt like another one of us had been there.” They held out their hands, having me stand with them.

I held onto them, ready to dance. “But that’s impossible, isn’t it? My dad only made three masks. There can’t be four.”

“I wouldn’t make much of it,” Bruto replied. “But since we all still feel it, it’s not something we can ignore any longer. If there is a missing piece of us out there, we need them.”

I decided to ask Carmine about Dasamiza; if the spirit had visited him in his dreams, perhaps he knew more about them. The next day, before rehearsals started, I found him as he was sneaking into the seats. I grabbed him from behind and he jumped.

“You scared me!”

“I need to talk to you.”

His silvery eyes brightened and he followed me into the hallway. As we got into a quiet spot, a smile appeared on his lips. “Do we have time before your mother starts yelling? The office should be empty.”

“What?” I cocked up an eyebrow. “I wanted to ask you about that Dasamiza character. What can you tell me about them?”

He frowned. “Why do you want to know?”

I didn’t know what to say. I should have prepared, but I had hoped to slip away with it. “I have my reasons. But you tell me first.”

Carmine’s eyes darted around and he lowered down to my ear. “Dasamiza is my real father.”

My whole body prickled with his words. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.” Carmine put his arm above my head on the wall. “They told me so themself. They and my mother made love before they broke. She shattered them, but they planted the seed. Now tell me, why do you want to know about them?”

I swallowed hard. “The statues-” I hesitated so I could think about how I was going to put this together. “You’ve seen the statues, right?”

Carmine furrowed his brow. “Those made from the comedy and tragedy carving. Why? What about them?”

“The statues-” I murmured.

“Out with it, Adriana,” Carmine brushed his fingers against my cheek then tucked away my hair. He then stopped as if it clicked in his own mind. He turned and looked down the hallway with a serious look upon his face.

“I guess, in a way, they’re like your brothers.”

Carmine stepped away, a distant look coming to his eyes. His brow furrowed and his long fingers slipped around his jaw. “Well, I should meet them, shouldn’t I?”

“Maybe,” I said the word slowly as I tried to calculate in my mind.

He started to laugh. His hand slipped away from his face and he took that step back towards me. “Maybe? Adriana, don’t tell me you want to keep them all to yourself.”

I hated feeling caught like that and I looked away from him.

Carmine’s hand caught my chin and he pulled me back. He turned my face to look up at his and I felt that same swirling desire I did for Tullio, Athos, and Bruto. “Look at me,” Carmine said in a deep voice. “You brought them up. If you didn’t want to share them, you’re doing horrible at keeping the secret.”

My lashes fluttered. “Let go of me.”

Carmine’s long fingers slipped around my jaw and grazed down the side of my neck. “I don’t think I will.”

“Carmine-” I looked back into his eyes, and for the briefest flash, I thought I saw a mask around his face. “If it is you, then I suppose it would be safe to show you the statues.”

Carmine leaned in, placing a soft kiss upon my cheek. “Why not make it easy on them? We’ll stay here at the theatre tonight.”

I had only ever been kissed by my statues, and yet the kiss from Carmine felt no different. “They usually come and find me.” I tilted my chin up and looked down at his lips.

Carmine smirked and he came so close I could feel his lips brush against mine as he talked. “They won’t have to search hard.” He pressed the kiss to my lips and I was drawn in. I put my arms around him then quickly pushed away as I heard voices. He laughed, sweeping his hand across his face.

“Tonight,” I huffed. “I’ll convince my mother I need to stay and practice on my own.”

“I’ll just stay,” Carmine grinned.

Once the theatre was empty, Carmine and I came out of our respective corners to meet in the lobby. The whole place was quiet and all the gaslights were off. I had seen the theatre this dark maybe once in my whole life.

“Are you shaking because you are scared or because you are cold?” Carmine strutted towards me, looking like he belonged in darkness and shadow.

I didn’t enjoy appearing vulnerable. I placed a frown upon my face and clicked my tongue, sighing dismissively just like my mother. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not. I’m admiring.” He lit a lantern and set it aside. As he smiled at me, his dark clothes appeared to be fading into the shadows and receding from the light. It almost appeared as if he had long fingers clawing from his back and twisting into long tendrils.

I stiffened my neck and lifted a shoulder. “Even when you were little, you admired me.”

“I wanted your confidence back then. Even with that nose, you thought of yourself as the most beautiful girl in the world.”

I cupped my hand around my nose. “What about my nose?”

Carmine stepped closer. “I like your nose.”

I moved my hand away as music began to swell outside. We both turned as the doors opened. Tullio was playing on his perch while Athos came through the door. Carmine smirked and stood before me.

“I expected an entrance much more dramatic than this.” Carmine placed his hands upon his waist. “I suppose the the essence of Dasamiza must have dulled if it was split four ways.”

“Four ways?” Bruto tried to claw out from behind Athos, but they were held back.

“We don’t have time for you to talk,” Athos scolded them.

Carmine chuckled and walked forward. He and Athos stood at the same height, both were similar in build as well. But one was flesh, and one was marble.

“Boys-” I started but Tullio’s music struck such an urgency, I decided to stand back.

“What should we do?” Carmine asked. “Do we get to know one another, do we decide who deserves to live?”

Athos remained stoic and quiet.

“How do you come to claim your inheritance?” Bruto once again tried to push their way past Athos. “Son of Dasamiza, you claim? What proof have you?”

“Bruto,” Athos scolded. “He is the same as us. Look at him.”

Carmine smiled, holding out his arms so they could see. “I don’t have a mask like the rest of the family. I inherited my mother’s good looks.”

Bruto took a step behind Athos, going as still as he could. “Impossible.”

“Unlike the three of you, I was an accident.” Carmine lowered his arms and let out a heavy sigh. “I had felt for so long I was alone. When Dasamiza stopped coming to me, I was frightened. But now I understand why-”

I approached Carmine, placing my hand upon his back while meeting Athos’ gaze. “I get it,” I whispered.

Carmine looked down at me with a curious look.

“Comedy and Tragedy were the two faces that always portrayed the theatre.” I started speaking with a low murmur, but it grew louder as I went. “But it’s more than that. Theatre has so much more. Dasamiza used to be the spirit of this place, right?”

Bruto nodded from behind Athos. Tullio stepped down from their spot, lowering their violin as they came closer.

“You represent the best of the theatre, the dancing, the acting, the music.” I looked at Carmine who had tears in his eyes. “The humanity.” Dasamiza was alone and shattered from their loneliness, but since there are four of you, you’ll never be technically alone.”

“This one can die though.” Bruto flourished a pointing finger at Carmine.

“But he can pass on that part of Dasamiza,” Athos spoke with a soft tone that was strange for them. “With a lover.”

My cheeks grew warm at the very thought. “Yes, with a lover.”

Things went quiet until Tullio began playing their violin again. The tune was happy and bright, and they came close to Carmine as they played. Carmine smiled at them, clutching his hand over his heart.

“Tullio is right,” Carmine said. “We should celebrate. We’re a family now.” he held his hand out to me. “And we have our Adriana to thank for that.”

I smiled and reached out, but Athos grabbed my hand instead.

“I’m the dancer. I’ll take this.” Athos swept me up into a dance, spinning me and flying with me through the lobby.

Bruto approached Carmine and pulled him aside. “I have the most wonderful idea for a play. It begins with a man who cannot speak-” They continued on, as did our celebration. Come dawn, Carmine and I watched as the three took their places. The sunlight illuminated their masks and they shone more brilliantly than ever before.

“I’ll take you home.” Carmine took my hand. “I’ll tell your mother I found you asleep backstage.”

I pulled Carmine down, and when I kissed him, I felt as if I was kissing all of them. “Who is this lover you mentioned before?” I stroked my fingers down his cheek, touching Tullio’s smile.

Carmine chuckled, and his brow pursed like Bruto’s. “Coy doesn’t suit you.”

I touched him, smoothing my hands down his chest. “Then take me backstage so you can find me there. If you do, it won’t be a lie.”

“That is more like you.” Carmine’s eyes became as severe as Athos’. He took me back inside and we walked onto the stage. As we laid there, kissing and touching, it felt like there were more than Carmine’s hands upon me. The shadows crept out, brushing against my skin as Carmine removed my clothes. Athos caressed my legs, Tullio cradled my head, and Bruto kissed each fingertip. Carmine’s hot breath scalded the curve of my neck as he started to moan.

“When I touch you, it’s as if I feel everything tenfold. I’m overwhelmed.” Carmine’s face was illuminated as he looked at me.

I pulled him back down to me and I pulled him into me. I could feel it all too, every breath taken, every desire met. Not from Carmine alone, but from all of them. Eight hands, eight lips, forty fingers; they were all mine and mine alone.

“I am terrified,” Carmine finally spoke as we laid upon the stage.

I played with his fingers, spreading them out then curling them. I kissed his knuckles and chuckled to myself. “Of what?”

“Your mother.” Carmine breathed out loudly. “I do not know how to broach this subject. She hates my mother.”

“I wouldn’t say hate.” I rolled onto my side. “But I think she’ll look at this as a victory for herself.”

Carmine frowned. “How so?”

“Her daughter will one day become the owner of this place.” I kissed him then pulled away, sitting up and looking out across the rows and rows of seats the theatre held. “And I will carry on the spirit that will continue to grow in this place.”

Carmine kissed my shoulder. “Then maybe I’ll survive. But I am still terrified of her, regardless if it makes her happy.”

As we left the theatre, I looked back at the statues and smiled. They were still mine, and they would remain mine always.

Carmine then tugged my hand. “Tell me something, Adriana. How can someone like you be happy with someone like us?”

I gazed up into his shining eyes, beyond his thick brows and long lashes. In his eyes, I saw myself reflected there. All his focus, all his desires, they were all because of me. But it wasn’t just his eyes I saw, I saw through gold and into a future beyond us.

“How could I not be?”

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Unprepared

Eddie x reader x Venom

Venom thinking.

Venom speaking aloud.

Venom talking through you.

TW; brief mention of abortion.

You, Eddie and Venom had now been together for three years. Granted, you hadn't actually known about Venom until six months into the relationship, but things had worked out fine.

Tonight was your anniversary, and the three of you were going all out.

"That was really nice." You hummed as you all exited the restaurant.

"Vee says he wishes the portions were bigger," Eddie commented, wrapping his arm around your waist. "And I gotta agree."

"That's just because you two are bottomless pits. " You smirked as one of Venom's tendrils slipped around your waist. "Don't worry, the hotel has a door dash approved policy."

"Great," Eddie growled, his voice melding with Venoms. "Vee."

"Leave him alone, Eddie. He's just a little grumpy because he's hungry." You reminded the man.

"Vee says we''re walking too slow." Eddie relayed. "That we should have taken the bike."

"And get stuck in this traffic?" You asked, nodding to the busy street. "It wouldn't be much faster."

"That's what I was thinking." Eddie nodded. "But Vee's got a better idea." He said, pulling you into a nearby alley.

"I am not having sex with you here." You crossed your arms. "Either of you."

"Never ask you to, babe," Eddie said, kicking a clump of trash. "Vee has a quicker way to the hotel." He told you before Venom engulfed Eddie.

"Hi, morsel." Venom purred, reaching out a hand to gently cup your face.

"Hi, Vee." You smiled. "What's your plan?"

"We fly." Venom said, reaching out and gently pulling you into his chest.

Before you could say a word, the three of you were swinging through the air.

You always loved swinging with your boys. Unlike Eddie, you loved heights and the thrill of falling always made you smile.

"Stop a couple of alleys before the hotel, sweetheart." You told the symbiote over the whistle of the wind. "We don't want anyone connecting any dots."

"Humans are too stupid for that." Venom rumbled.

"Rephrase that sentence, Vee."

"Most humans are too stupid." Venom amended. "You and Eddie are not." He said as you landed in an alleyway.

"Love you, Vee." You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I'll see you in the room."

"See you soon." Venom purred before melding back into Eddie.

"Shall we?" Eddie asked, holding out his arm to you.

"We shall." You smiled, taking hold of his arm.

The two of you made it into the hotel and your room with no hassle, a first for you.

"This place is swanky." You whistled. "How the hell did we afford this?"

"Thank my publisher. They got us a good deal." Eddie said as he looked around. "And this is only the living room."

"How about you check out the bedroom while I order us a second dinner?" You suggested.

"I've got a better idea," Eddie smirked, taking your hand.

"You boys are just full of good ideas tonight, aren't you?" You laughed as Eddie pulled you towards the bedroom.

Two weeks later

"Please, tell me you two are staying out of trouble." You begged, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder.

"Why do you say it like that?" Eddie questioned you.

"Because trouble follows you like a child follows their parent." You said, leaning back against the bathtub.

"Untrue."

"Kinda isn't, sweetheart." You said, brushing hair off your face.

"Babe, where are you? You're coming through all weird."Eddie questioned you.

"I'm in the bathroom." You said before gagging.

"Y/N?"

"Morsel?"

"I'm good. I'm fine. False alarm." You sighed, falling back into the tub.

"Y/N, are you alright? Do you need us to come home?" Eddie panicked.

"I'm fine. I think dinner last night wasn't cooked properly. You two stay where you are. Finish your expose. I'll be fine." You promised.

"Y/N, I don't like the idea of you being sick and on your own." Eddie sighed.

"It's just food poisoning, Eddie." You reminded the man. "And I kinda feel better now."

"Y/N."

"No, seriously, I think that was the last of it." You told him honestly.

"Look, if it gets worse, promise me you'll call Dan."

"Eddie,"

"Please, Y/N." Eddie cut you off. "For us?"

"We don't like you sick, morsel." Venom added.

"Okay, okay, fine. If I feel any worse, I'll call Dan." You promised. "Thank you," Eddie said before there was another voice on his end. "Shit, that's my lead."

"Go. Take down criminals one word at a time." You told the man.

"Love you, babe. Get better soon." Eddie said.

"Love you two, too." You said before the call ended.

You stayed on the floor for a minute before eventually dragging yourself to your feet.

"No, don't throw up." You said, holding your hand over your mouth as your stomach tossed uncomfortably. "Oh, thank God." You sighed when whatever was left in your stomach stayed there.

You dragged your feet throughout the apartment until you made it into the kitchen.

"Tea is good." You mumbled to yourself. "Tea will settle my stomach." You said, moving to the kettle.

Before you could even touch the kettle, you heard a crashing outside your door followed by several screams.

Your eyes widened as you dashed for the bedroom and your phone.

You had just grabbed your phone when you heard your own front door smash open.

There was a clatter that was soon followed by a hissing sound.

"Shit." You swore, pulling your shirt over your nose.

You scrambled towards the bathroom as the sounds of people followed you.

You slammed the door closed and rushed to lock it just as you caught sight of a man coming towards you.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." You chanted as you crawled into the furthest corner from the door.

Your hands shook as you tried to quickly dial Eddie.

"Hey, babe, sorry, kinda busy right now," Eddie started as he picked up.

"Eddie! Someone's here!" You cut him off.

"What?"

"I can't get out! I'm in the bathroom, but they saw me! They're trying to break down the door."

"Shit. Okay, we're on our way." Eddie told you. "Talk to us, Y/N."

"The door's going to break." You said as gas began to come under the door. "Oh, no."

"Y/N? Y/N, what? Talk to us."

"There's gas coming under the bathroom door." You said, causing Eddie to lapse into a stunned silence.

"What does it smell like, Y/N?" Eddie demanded, his voice melding with Venom's.

"I don't know, um not like kitchen gas. It's sweeter. Really sweet." You coughed, holding your shirt tighter over your nose.

"Shit, okay. Y/N, we are coming. Just stay on the line." Eddie said as you lay on the ground.

"I don't feel so good." You murmured as your eyes got heavier.

Venom let out a growl that you swore shook the phone in your hand.

"We're coming, morsel." Venom promised you.

"Hm." You hummed as the phone slipped out of your fingers.

There was a lot of noise around you. You knew you could hear Eddie and Venom yelling for you, but you could also hear the door finally giving way.

"Y/N?" Your boys exclaimed as your phone was plucked from the ground.

"Get her out of here. I want to be out of here before the creature arrives." A man said before throwing your phone to the side.

He was wearing a mask. The man and the people with him were all wearing masks that filter the air.

As three men came towards you, you raised your hand weakly to defend yourself before your arm fell back to the ground.

Your body felt too heavy now to function. Your eyes were closing against your will.

And the last thing you heard before your eyes closed and refused to reopen was Eddie and Venom yelling your name.

You knew before you even opened your eyes that you weren't home.

You didn't remember right away what had just happened, but you could tell something had happened.

It was the bedsheets underneath you, the beeping at your ear, and the chemical smell of sterility that gave it away.

Slowly you opened your eyes to find yourself in a hospital.

For a second, you found yourself relaxing until you noticed the handcuff connecting you to the bed.

"What the?" You started, instinctively yanking your wrist.

"Careful, you'll pull your IV out." A voice said, causing your head to snap to the doorway. "And I wouldn't be the most careful putting it back in."

"Where am I?" You demanded.

"In a safe place." The man said, walking towards you. "Safest place a woman like you could be."

"You kidnapped me." You said, narrowing your eyes at him.

"We don't like to use that word. We prefer collecting our assets." He told you, sitting in the chair to your left.

"If you're going to kill me, just know it'll end with you dead." You threatened.

"Rest assured, I'm not going to kill you. I don't doubt that the thing you sleep with, or the reporter who hides him, would hesitate to kill me. But that would only be if they found you." The man smirked.

Your voice catches in your throat.

You could count the number of people on one hand who knew about Eddie and Venom.

And this wasn't Anne or Dan, which only left,

"The Life Foundation was destroyed." You said.

"Companies don't just die because their CEO does." The man shook his head. "We've just been waiting in the wings. We've been watching the three of you for the last month."

"Why?" You asked despite knowing it was a stupid question.

"We want our property back." The man told you.

"He isn't yours." You snapped, glaring at the stranger.

"I think you'll find that creature is ours." He chuckled.

"When he finds me here, he's gonna rip your head off. Especially if he finds out you've hurt me." You told the man.

"You misunderstand. Yes, it is our property, but that thing inside you is too. We don't need it right now when we have you." The man told you.

"What?" Your blood froze. You couldn't have heard what you did, and even if you had, this man could be right.

"You didn't know? That thing you have to audacity to say you love impregnated you." The man told you with a smirk. "Surprise."

"I'm not pregnant." You denied, shaking your head.

"We've been watching for a long time, Miss L/N." The man reminded you. "Two weeks ago, you, Mr Brock, and the creature had intercourse in a hotel. We tracked the odd symptoms you've shown since that night and were able to get a positive pregnancy test from you."

"You stole my pee?" You asked incredulously, causing the man to laugh.

"No, but you shouldn't leave water bottles lying around." He explained. "We've concluded that whatever is inside your uterus is growing faster than a normal baby would. We want to study new this hybrid version of the symbiote."

"Over my dead body." You snapped, remembering Venom's stories of time at the life foundation. "You can't keep me here."

"We can, and we are." He said, rising to a stand. "You'll be well treated, as a guest, if you will, but you can't leave. You should prepare yourself. We have several tests we'd like to begin now." You were told before the man left the room.

"Oh my God." You gasped once you were alone. "Oh my God." You repeated, pulling your knees to your chest.

Pregnant. You were pregnant with Eddie and Venom's baby. And you hadn't even been the first to find out.

You had been trapped in this place for almost two weeks now.

You're not specifically given the time anymore, but you've learned the basic routine of this place.

The lights come on bright and early, and before you're even half awake, a nurse and two security guards are 'escorting' you into a 'doctor's office.'

And every day, it's the same. One of the many 'doctors' take vials of your blood, take your blood pressure, and you're given an ultrasound.

The doctors monitor your baby's rapid growth and always ask seemingly polite questions to you.

"And how do we feel today?"

"Do we feel any movement yet?"

"How's the morning sickness?"

But you know they're not asking to help you. It's all for their research.

All these doctors, nurses, and scientists want is your unborn baby.

The baby that you didn't even know was growing before and was now making their existence well known.

You were supposed to be four weeks pregnant, but the doctors said the baby had already grown to what they would expect of a sixteen-week old fetus.

The guards had stopped handcuffing you to the bed three days into your stay, assuming you to be not a threat to anyone.

But your door was always locked, and they were no windows in either the room or adjoining bathroom.

You were trapped, and this was your cage.

The lights had turned off what must have been hours ago, but you were still awake and not for normal reasons tonight.

Tonight you were stuck on the floor of the bathroom, unable to stop the churning of your stomach.

"Ugh, I thought you were supposed to stop making me sick now." You groaned, holding your head above the toilet. "You know, baby, I'm already going through hell. I don't need you adding to it."

With a sigh, you pushed yourself away from the toilet but stayed on the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I know it's not your fault." You said, resting your hand on your stomach. "You know, I was not expecting you. Not yet, at least, baby. But, baby, I hope you know I'm not mad you're here. In fact, I'm really excited to meet you.

And I know that your dads are going to be happy you're here too, you know, once we get out of here and take a second to readjust." You told your stomach. "I'm not going to let them take you, baby. If your dads can't find us, I'm gonna figure a way out of here. You'll see, I promise."

"What is going on here?" The man who'd you'd spoken to on your first day demanded as he stormed into your bedroom.

But you could barely hear the man over the pain your body was in.

"The asset is getting weaker, sir." One of the doctors told the man.

"What? Why?" Your kidnapper demanded.

"It seems the fetus is taking nutrients from the asset. The fetus might not be compatible with her." The doctor admitted. "We may have to abort."

"No. You're not aborting anything."

"But sir,"

"I said no. We proceed as planned." The man said, turning to face you. "I've already got enough problems, and you just have to contribute."

"Oh, I'm sorry for not making it easier for you to experiment on me and my unborn child." You panted.

"Shut up."

"Let me guess, Venom and Eddie are causing you trouble?" You asked before going into a coughing fit. "I told you, they'd find us."

"I don't care what happens to her. Just make sure my symbiote lives." The man said before spinning on his heels and storming away.

"They're coming for us." You called as loudly as you could. "And then you'll be sorry."

"She is dying, sir!"

"She is not what I want."

"If she dies, then I fear so will the fetus."

Your kidnapper and his doctors had been arguing outside your room for what must have been hours.

The doctors believed that keeping this baby would only end in your death and were firmly abdicating for an immediate abortion.

But your kidnapper refused.

"Then find a way to keep it alive!"

"Sorry that I'm not a strong enough host, baby." You hummed weakly. "I'm trying my best." You added before the room turned red and sirens blared out.

"He's here!"

"Get every man down here and armed!"

"Squadron four isn't responding!"

"Three's down!"

There was so much noise going on around you, you couldn't focus on one conversation, but you knew one thing.

Your boys were here.

With a grunt, you forced yourself to stumble off the bed, your feet unstable underneath you.

"Wall's good. Wall's good." You mumbled, holding onto the wall as you got closer to the door.

A wave of dizziness passed over you, and you fell to your knees.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fell onto your side.

"Eddie." You mumbled weakly. "Venom."

For a second, the world went silent.

As you debated whether the chaos had ended or if you had finally passed into unconsciousness until the door broke down.

You knew it was Venom before he even knelt down beside you.

"Hm, hey, Vee." You whispered as Venom cupped your face.

"Y/N. You are hurt. You smell hurt. Eddie, why does she smell hurt?" Venom asked, allowing Eddie to come out.

"Oh, Y/N, hey, hi," Eddie said, brushing hair off your face. "You're alive. You're okay. Oh, that's a baby bump." Eddie said, staring at your stomach.

"Surprise." You whispered, your eyes beginning to close. "Sorry, but I don't think I'm strong enough for them."

"No! You are!" Venom snapped, suddenly appearing again. "You need more."

"More? More what, bud?" Eddie asked before Venom climbed out of him and seeped into you. "Vee? Bud, stop. You're going to hurt her."

"No. I'm not." Venom's voice came out your mouth. "We just need a moment."

In the time you'd known Venom, you'd only housed him twice before when he and Eddie had gotten into fights.

The feeling of Venom moving within you wasn't new, but him going to the womb that housed your baby was.

Just need more strength. Venom told you as he wrapped around the baby.

They said I'm not compatible with the baby, Vee. You told the symbiote.

Nonsense. You are our spawn's mother. They just did not know what you needed. Venom told you as you began to feel stronger. This will have to do for now.

Venom crawled out of your skin before rejoining with Eddie.

"We have to get out of here." Venom said, taking you into his arms. "Get away and safe." He told you before rushing out of the room.

As you, Eddie and Venom rushed out of your prison, you found your eyes closing.

You were finally free. You were finally safe.

"This is Dan's place," Eddie told you once Venom gave him control. "He offered to let us use it, and I thought it'd be safer than going back to the apartment."

"We'll have to thank, Dan." You said, sitting on the closest couch.

"Yeah, we'll have to get to that," Eddie said, watching you. "So, how long were you hiding that one?" He nodded to your stomach.

"You think I'd hide this from you?"

"No. No, no, I just don't remember you having a bump like that two weeks ago." Eddie stuttered, coming to your side.

"Eddie, I'm only four weeks pregnant." You admitted.

"They don't usually look like that at four weeks, do they?"

"Our spawn grows quickly." Venom purred, moving his head towards your stomach.

"Those doctors think every week is worth four weeks of the baby's development." You told the two. "Look, I know this is a shock, trust me, it was a shock to me too, and I know we haven't exactly discussed kids, but,"

"Babe, babe, babe, slow down," Eddie said, taking your hands. "I know we probably should have talked about this sooner, but I want this. If the baby isn't going to hurt you, and you want this too, that is."

"Our spawn did not mean to hurt you morsel." Venom promised. "Our spawn needs nutrients like we do."

"I am not eating anyone's head." You denied immediately.

"We'll figure something out," Eddie promised you. "In the meantime, maybe we call Dan and get him to give you a once over." He suggested.

"Too soon, Eddie." You shook your head. "Let me take a shower, get in some real clothes, and sleep beside the two of you, and we'll revisit that."

"Whatever you need, Y/N."

"Including whatever organs you or our spawn need."

"Vee."

"No organs."

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@rvgrsbrns @smilexcaptainx @hopingforbarnes @starlingelliot @piper-koko-barnes-rogers @jelly-fishy-babie @skeletoresinthebasement @agent-barnes40 @reann-shitposting @skadikh @summergeezburr @buckybarton03 @sunshinepower17 @bindythedemon @natasharomanoffismywife @keenmarvellover @bbybarness @storiesbystarlight @buckybarnesplumwhore @bromieeomieee @marvelmenarebeautiful @niki-is-a-thing @pauloonig @abyssiniapleasant @beautybyfire @officalmarvelbaby @acertainredhead @reapersan @adoreyou976 @casperlikej @songbirdcannabe @montygator17 @cecedrake2217 @nyx2021 @black-dhalias @idontwannagomrstarkk @chiyongberry

Venom Taglist

@scpdragon @starryktin

#venom #venom x reader #venom x edddie brock #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x reader x venom #poly

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