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classicconundrum · 1 year

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Winter Holliday themed Symbiot3 Headcannons

(ft. this art i made)(also this is all wholesome and happy)

Flash and Eddie are both Christian (I think?) and they Celebrate Christmas. Venom isn't Christian but likes Christmas anyways

Flash and Eddie take turns distracting Venom so that they can buy gifts for them. Somehow, Venom is clueless until he gets the gifts. (They also don't really use them because what the fuck is Venom going to do with like a mug?? But he loves it anyways)

Venom makes things for Eddie and Flash, normally art. He is very good at drawing :-) (He also helps Eddie pick things for Flash)

Flash and Eddie get each other gifts but never know what to get. Flash would get Eddie like a movie and socks and Eddie would get him a hydro flask with his name on it

They always get a real tree. Eddie is oddly insistent on a real tree, and Flash doesn't really care.

The tree is always way too big and every year they have to completely rearrange the furniture to make room for it.

Flash hates Mariah Carey's All I want For Christmas Is You.

Flash loves all the Home Alone movies and makes Eddie and Venom watch them every year. Venom laughs at all the jokes.

Eddie considers Die Hard a Christmas movie. Flash doesn't. This is leads to many mainly humorous arguments.

Eddie brock knows how to Ice-skate. Idk why

Flash volunteers at soup kitchens around Christmas time.

Flash and Venom spend more on gifts for Andi then anyone else.

Eddie normally celebrates Christmas Eve with alcoholic drinks. He had to be told firmly by Venom that he probably should not do that.

Eddie is a big firework enjoyer. Every new years he is out setting fireworks.

Venom stays inside because Sound and Fire are litterly his weaknesses, but he likes looking at them from afar

Flash will light those little sparklers or like ladybugs and tanks and stuff (Idk if you guys know what I'm talking about)

New years is set off with Eddie smelling strongly of gunpowder (something that isn't unordinary) and Flash half asleep and a weird 3 person Symbiote kiss.

(bonus: aftermath)

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ikesenhell · 6 years

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Peeling Back The Mask

Bloodline, Chapter 5. You can find all other IkeSen works of mine here. NOTE: This was a LiveWrite! Thank you all for coming out! Fortunately, there isn’t a content warning this chapter. Thank god.

Ieyasu didn’t want to hand over the tape. He only relented after a fruitless night tossing and turning, his mother’s blood-streaked face burned in his nightmares. Was she still alive? Was she still out there, chained and imprisoned in some dark basement, captive to nothing more than the heartless blink of a video camera and the cold link of chains on her wrist?

But he needed details. He needed the where, when, how old, and so he handed over the CD, heart in his throat, to Mitsunari.

“Don’t--” He stammered, trying to think of anything to say to his least favorite person. Don’t fucking say anything. Don’t you dare be cheery right now. You can’t see me weak.

But Mitsunari just nodded and pushed his glasses up his nose, more serious than ever. “I’ll do my best to find the information you need.”

Ieyasu balled his fingers tight into fists and choked a strangled, “Thanks.”

---

The video was from around 1999. That explained the grainy footage. She’d gone missing around 1998, so that lined up. How was he supposed to feel? On one hand, it was very possible her situation was worse (though he honestly couldn’t envision how and didn’t want to)--and on the other, it felt very likely that the sweet embrace of death had taken her from her misery.

Ieyasu didn’t want to wish death on his mother, but he assumed in this situation, it was a mercy.

Later that day, his cellphone buzzed. A glance at the number and his stomach dropped.

“Are you alright?” She was doling out some pasta dish or another that she’d cooked tonight, poised with the pot braced between her ribs and elbow. “Someone calling with information?”

“No,” he managed. “It’s… it’s my ‘Uncle’.”

They fell silent. The phone buzzed loudly on the wood grain table three more times. He couldn’t clue anyone in that he knew what was happening. If his mother was still alive (if, that was a very big if), then her safety hinged on his cooperation.

He flipped the phone on and pinned it against his cheek. “Hello?”

“‘Yasu!” The man’s cheery voice roared through the speaker. Once his Uncle’s inability to use a normal volume was funny. Now it was just awful. Ieyasu braced himself in his chair and screwed his eyes shut, swallowing the waves of venom rising in his throat. “What are you doing?”

“Having dinner.”

“Having dinner? With someone?”

Ieyasu cast his eyes over at the Princess, who just finished scraping the pasta into bowls and returned to the kitchen. “No?”

“Huh.” A beat. “Well, your Aunt misses you. You should come by tomorrow, have a bit of dinner. We might even go to the movies. How about it?”

A sickening twist of I know who you aren’t and sure, yep, sounds great surged through him. This man--this stranger--had raised him. How could he separate that from the truth grinding in his ears? How could he reconcile the lies to the reality of the past two decades?

“Y’okay there?” His Uncle asked.

“Yeah,” Ieyasu lied. “Trying to think of my schedule. Hold on.”

“I thought you had a normal nine-to-five?”

“You know that’s not the case in practice.” He made an audible show of getting off his chair and pattering into the kitchen, squeezing past the woman with a hand to the small of her back. She jumped and blushed, but he pretended not to notice, just rifling through his calendar. It was always possible that the man really was asking him to hang out, but the more cynical part of him assumed that wasn’t the case. There was an angle somewhere.

Come to think of it…

“I’m on call tomorrow,” he answered, more surprised at himself for having never thought of this. “How does Thursday sound?”

“Hmm.” Apparently his Uncle wasn’t convinced, but he just sighed. “Well, Thursday will probably work. I’ll let your Aunt know. We love you, ‘Yasu.”

No you don’t. No, you don’t. He swallowed his feelings like broken glass and replied, “Love you all too.”

The line went dead. God, he needed something, anything to distract him now--and fortunately, he had just the thing. Ripping open the calendar, he started making marks. “I might need you to do a little research while we eat.”

“Mmm? What’s up? Are you okay?” Her voice was comforting and soft.

“Yeah, yeah, just thought of something.” He unpinned the calendar from the wall and took it back to the table with them, eating with one hand and highlighting with the other. “I need you to run a few dates for me through my hours log.”

“Sure?” She pattered into the office and emerged with the official laptop they’d set her up with, opening it and logging in. The poor woman had gone to so much trouble with dinner. Guilt flashed through him and he speared a bit of grilled zucchini harder than he meant.

“It’s good,” he mumbled.

“Hm?”

“The food,” he snapped, very on the spot. “Good.” Wow, could that sentence have been more mangled? “Tastes good. Thanks.”

Her smile was kinder than he deserved. “I’m glad.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat hard. “Okay. I’ll run off some dates. Tell me if I got called in for something major on the same day, alright? August first, twenty-seventeen.”

“Yes.”

“August twenty-eight, twenty-seventeen.”

“Yes.”

And on and on they went. Ieyasu dutifully listed each date his Uncle and Aunt conveniently wanted him to visit them, and on every single one, a major incident was recorded back in the base--with him being called in most of the time. He didn’t even need the last few months to confirm his theory, but he did it anyway. Maybe it was to cement the anger and rage, that betrayal burning hot in him, packing all of his sorrow and grief together until it formed its own wild star.

“Ieyasu?” She asked eventually, folding her glasses against her chest. “Are you okay?”

“What do you fucking think?” He snapped.

A pause. She nodded and folded the laptop shut. “Sorry. Stupid question.”

“He knew,” Ieyasu managed, breathless from anger. “He knew. This whole time, he knew. He guilted me and made me feel like shit and dragged me away from work intentionally. He knew something. This isn’t coincidence.”

Nothing more was said. With a resounding click, she just shut the laptop.

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Nightmares woke him. Gasping for breath, he felt his way along his bedside table until he yanked on the chain of his lamp altogether too hard, watching it crash to the floor. Still, it did the job. Light lanced around his small room and provided him the meagre reassurance that he was alone after all.

God, he needed to get it together.

Kicking off the sheets, he righted the lamp and headed for the kitchen. It was chilly in the living room. He could still smell the distant scent of pasta and vegetables that he hadn’t appreciated in the moment. He poured himself a cup of cool water and gulped it down, refilled it, drank all that too, and got a third. Thousands of thoughts swirled in his mind and he crushed them all down. Nighttime was a time to sleep. He couldn’t stand and waste himself with worrying in this moment. He needed to quiet himself.

On his way back to his room, he saw the faint blue cast of light from the office. Was she still up? Ieyasu automatically tried to check his phone and realized he’d left it on the bedside table. Curious, he rapped his knuckles against the door.

“Come in.”

He eased the door open with a tap of his foot. There she was, clad in some white pajamas and settled into the office chair, a series of sticky notes littering the desk before her. Pale light from the laptop backlit her face. Not for the first time, Ieyasu realized she was really very lovely.

“What are you doing up?” She asked, pushing her glasses back up on her head. “It’s very late.”

He huffed. “Speak for yourself.”

The faintest of uneasy smiles flickered over her lips. “I was having nightmares.”

Part of him wanted to admit that he was, too, that the same things that haunted him no doubt ghosted her sleeping footsteps. He couldn’t bring himself to do that just yet. Instead he crossed to her side and peered at the computer screen, a thousand different searches on different individuals on a myriad of tabs. “What are you doing?”

“Hunting down your ‘Uncle’s’ real identity.” She threw up the finger quotes. “I figured it was high time that someone peeled back that mask.”

How could he even respond to that? He stared at her for so long that apparently she grew uncomfortable under his gaze. “I’m sorry, if you don’t want me to--”

“No, that’s not what--”

“--I don’t mean to intrude on anything--”

“--I’m just kind of--”

They both lapsed into silence again. After all the crosstalk, quiet was just funny. Ieyasu snorted, and she snickered, and finally they were quietly giggling in that dark room.

“No,” he managed, “sorry, I was just… surprised that this was what you decided to do.”

“Of course. It’s what I’m here for, and frankly, I got sort of… pissed about it.” She shrugged. “So I decided I was going to take a little time and expose him.”

A surge of foreign affection bloomed hot in his chest. Why was she here? After all this time, he was pretty sure he didn’t deserve to have someone so kind in his house. Without thinking, he reached out and took a hold of her hand.

“How about…” He struggled with words for a moment, trying to get past the look of surprise in her eyes, “Do you like Youtube videos?”

Wow. Wow. In retrospect he wanted to smack himself. What an inane question was that? But she pinned her lips between her teeth to stop from laughing and just smiled at him.

“Yeah,” she answered. “I like them alright, depending on what they are.”

“No shit,” he snipped, angry at himself still. “Uh, well, how about we just, um, hang out in the other room and watch something stupid? Not cause I want to, but you won’t be much use to me if you spend all night doing this and can’t work in the morning.”

“Right. That makes sense.” But she was smiling at him. “You’re probably right.”

They slipped back into the living room together and flopped down onto the grey couch, elbows and shoulders knocking together. He was more exhausted than he’d thought, or had to be--the contact didn’t bother him so much. After a moment he remembered he’d forgotten his phone in the other room, peeled himself back up, snatched up a blanket and the device, and returned to her, draping it over them both as he sat back down.

“You’re too cold,” he mumbled by way of an excuse. “What kind of videos should we watch?”

“Maybe something stupid, like a Vine compilation?”

“You’re right. That is stupid.”

But he thumbed Youtube open nonetheless and cast it onto the TV. Mercifully she held her tongue when the app told on him and revealed that one of his favorite things was to watch Vine compilations with Masamune. Throwing his most-watched one up there, he lay in the silence and felt her rumble with laughter at his side.

Somewhere along the line they both fell asleep. He woke around six only to find himself lying down, her head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped around her shoulders. He considered moving.

But he didn’t hate it.

Taking a deep breath, he stilled his mind again and drifted back into a dreamless rest.

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