symbrock-darling:

I thought we might start off December with something soft and seasonal. I hope you enjoy!

Rating: G

Word Count: ~2500

Eddie knew something was up when Venom insisted they prowl around the same area for the fifth time in the last three weeks. He hadn’t thought much of it the first time, and it had been strange the second. But the fifth time?

No. No, something was up with Venom. There was something here in this park that he couldn’t seem to wrap his little alien head around. And although Eddie had secretly prodded – and then gone as far as to outright ask – the symbiote hadn’t said a word.

But tonight Eddie was going to figure it out because it was either he got to the bottom of this, or he was going to eat salad for the next week because the only rational explanation Eddie could come up with was that Venom was yanking his chain. After all the work they’d put in here, this part of San Francisco was as squeaky clean as it could get.

Venom, however, swore he’d get his answer tonight.

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