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Title: Harvest
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Venom
Pairing: Eddie/Venom
Tags: Spooktober, Ficlet, Alien Invasion
Rating: M
Word count: 514
Summary: Eddie. I will not let them take you.
Author notes: Spooktober 2024, Day 30/31. Prompt/theme: Harvest.
Harvest on AO3
Eddie, wake up. Eddie.
Eddie startles awake with a gasp. Everything is dark. Too dark. He gropes for the bedside lamp, finds the switch, clicks it. Nothing happens.
“What?” He feels groggy, having gone to bed late after chasing a lead on a new story and his body tells him he’s probably not slept more than a couple of hours. Instinctively, he turns to look at the alarm but there are no green softly glowing numbers, only darkness. “What’s going on?” he asks while his sluggish brain is slowly connecting the dots. “Electricity is out.”
Yes. Venom feels… Tense. Coiled, somehow, like a cobra in a basket. It makes Eddie’s heartbeat pick up, the cold rush of adrenaline bringing him to full alertness with an unpleasant jolt. Power is out everywhere.
Eddie gets up, slowly so as not to bang his feet on anything. Now that his eyes have adjusted, he can make out the slightly lighter line of the window peeking from behind the curtains and makes his way to it. Outside it, the streets are dark, the buildings are dark, not even car lights pierce the night. A deep animal instinct of unease slithers through him. Something is wrong. Something more than just a simple power cut. “The power’s out in the whole city?”
No. Everywhere.
Eddie opens his mouth to scoff, to argue the impossibility of it because there is no way power would go out like that everywhere in the country… In the world? Surely Venom can’t mean… The implication of if start to filter in. The hospitals. The prisons. The planes and trains and ships and… The nuclear plants. The—
It’s coming.
Venom stretches outwards, long black tendrils of him wrapping themselves around Eddie’s torso. For protection, Eddie thinks. And then… For comfort.
Look.
Venom tilts Eddie’s head up gently and Eddie looks.
Millions of stars. Visible now that the light pollution has abruptly ended. Beautiful.
Except… Something dark blocks them from sight. Something that is moving overhead, so far above the skyscrapers that Eddie can’t really make out the shape, only that it’s large. And that it’s not alone.
“Venom,” he says. His voice shakes. His hand, which comes to rest over the part of Venom that’s curled around his waist, shakes worse. “What’s coming?”
The harvest.
On the streets below, people are starting to gather. Eddie still can’t see them that well, but he can hear the nervous chatter, the repeated questions that no one can answer. Somewhere, a child is crying.
Eddie. I will not let them take you.
“No,” Eddie agrees. He doesn’t know who they are, but he knows he doesn’t want that. “No, don’t. Can we run?” Can anyone run, he means. Venom understands.
No. But we can fight.
Around him, inside him, entangled in every cell of him, Venom’s grief and fear and love and fear and rage and determination and love suffuse Eddie, alien and familiar and his, theirs, and Eddie understands that they can fight but they will not win.
Eddie.
“I know,” Eddie says. Me too. “Then we fight.”
***
Title: Harvest
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Venom
Pairing: Eddie/Venom
Tags: Spooktober, Ficlet, Alien Invasion
Rating: M
Word count: 514
Summary: Eddie. I will not let them take you.
Author notes: Spooktober 2024, Day 30/31. Prompt/theme: Harvest.
Harvest on AO3
Eddie, wake up. Eddie.
Eddie startles awake with a gasp. Everything is dark. Too dark. He gropes for the bedside lamp, finds the switch, clicks it. Nothing happens.
“What?” He feels groggy, having gone to bed late after chasing a lead on a new story and his body tells him he’s probably not slept more than a couple of hours. Instinctively, he turns to look at the alarm but there are no green softly glowing numbers, only darkness. “What’s going on?” he asks while his sluggish brain is slowly connecting the dots. “Electricity is out.”
Yes. Venom feels… Tense. Coiled, somehow, like a cobra in a basket. It makes Eddie’s heartbeat pick up, the cold rush of adrenaline bringing him to full alertness with an unpleasant jolt. Power is out everywhere.
Eddie gets up, slowly so as not to bang his feet on anything. Now that his eyes have adjusted, he can make out the slightly lighter line of the window peeking from behind the curtains and makes his way to it. Outside it, the streets are dark, the buildings are dark, not even car lights pierce the night. A deep animal instinct of unease slithers through him. Something is wrong. Something more than just a simple power cut. “The power’s out in the whole city?”
No. Everywhere.
Eddie opens his mouth to scoff, to argue the impossibility of it because there is no way power would go out like that everywhere in the country… In the world? Surely Venom can’t mean… The implication of if start to filter in. The hospitals. The prisons. The planes and trains and ships and… The nuclear plants. The—
It’s coming.
Venom stretches outwards, long black tendrils of him wrapping themselves around Eddie’s torso. For protection, Eddie thinks. And then… For comfort.
Look.
Venom tilts Eddie’s head up gently and Eddie looks.
Millions of stars. Visible now that the light pollution has abruptly ended. Beautiful.
Except… Something dark blocks them from sight. Something that is moving overhead, so far above the skyscrapers that Eddie can’t really make out the shape, only that it’s large. And that it’s not alone.
“Venom,” he says. His voice shakes. His hand, which comes to rest over the part of Venom that’s curled around his waist, shakes worse. “What’s coming?”
The harvest.
On the streets below, people are starting to gather. Eddie still can’t see them that well, but he can hear the nervous chatter, the repeated questions that no one can answer. Somewhere, a child is crying.
Eddie. I will not let them take you.
“No,” Eddie agrees. He doesn’t know who they are, but he knows he doesn’t want that. “No, don’t. Can we run?” Can anyone run, he means. Venom understands.
No. But we can fight.
Around him, inside him, entangled in every cell of him, Venom’s grief and fear and love and fear and rage and determination and love suffuse Eddie, alien and familiar and his, theirs, and Eddie understands that they can fight but they will not win.
Eddie.
“I know,” Eddie says. Me too. “Then we fight.”
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