THIS ONE IS EMBARRASSING FOR ME, But I Spent So Much Time To Finish It... I Can't Complain.

THIS ONE IS EMBARRASSING FOR ME, but I spent so much time to finish it... I can't complain.

Angry too

Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 6,200

Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side.

Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! --Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- Equis somos de la chaviza See ya Darlings!

Every day that passed was one of learning, full of adrenaline and anxiety, the risk of being discovered and probably murdered in front of an audience to demonstrate the power that those still had increased. But it was something willing to risk.

At the moment the night subtly suffocated the sky that struggled to remain bright now weak, next to the semi-open closet there were hairs that the dim light itself reached while avoiding at all costs touch even a millimeter of their face. Fingers were rubbed repetitively and slowly without much pressure, eyes focused on everything but without detailing anything around, more busy with the internal conversation with the other being inside the room. From one moment to another one of their hands touched the floor to lean on it and leave the room with a quiet step, closing the door completely all light was deprived of the room, now the rhythmic sound of the footsteps was an indication of any activity that, like the sunset, was succumbing until it was completely shut down. But that paper would continue waiting for their return and at the same time lurking in the shadows.

The fury remained among the streets but always alert whenever someone seemed untrustworthy. Others, willing to help for what they were promised. Meanwhile, the unusual heat caused poor drops of sweat to accumulate and descend from his face to his neck. Since one of his hands sweat was impregnated in the paper that he observed carefully as if doing so would give him the answers to the questions that arrived in his mind.

He knew that the symbiote was free, that it hunted (or what his experiences gave him knowledge) policemen. But why make this public information? It was not a good idea to make them look as if they had no control of the situation but knowing that very rarely did anything escape from their dirty hands, they had a reason. He took another look before folding the paper and storing it in one of his pockets to walk again on the wide streets that watered with the ink of the night dazzled clusters of brightness in indistinct places while formulating some plan to know what he should do in any of two possible cases.

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A new day was dawning and it might have seemed like a typical situation that one would find authorities almost at every corner but now… they were almost every inch, breathing down each other's necks. (__) saw this and decided to keep a low profile until conditions allowed something to be done, they would not make the same mistake twice. They would not let themselfs be carried away by their emotions and even less by Venom's impulses, as they passed several of these policemen, they heard --Look at all that meat, marinated in liters of blood-- they walked by another one --Waiting for my teeth-- it was the only thing they could do, listen to Venom for the moment.

Minutes later and already inside the subway, the being continued with its chatter but this was not enough to change (__)'s serious countenance although inside there were mixed emotions that Venom ignored. When they arrived at the station they wasted no time, as soon as the doors opened they left the wagon in a hurry, evading other passersby, their clothes suffocated strangely every time they wiggled climbing up the stairs one by one. Almost like a bomb against time and inexperienced hands close to cutting a wire with the possibility of not being the right one, they kept up the pace of the walk now without a glance at every policeman they passed.

As they walked further they could finally make out the school which made them calm down a bit, slowing the pace and gaving a sigh that they had been holding for a while but was not aware of, being completely inside they tried to act normal and keep up the act.

No matter how much one saw their face, one could not imagine what was going on inside their head, where Venom was going on with its rant even if it knew that (__) was not paying special attention to it and was ignoring it to take notes of the class they were in at the moment.

The professor's voice accompanied the pens against the paper and other occasional noises, the pressure of their fingers against the body of the pen helping to distract their mind from the extraneous words flooding them as did the wiggling of their leg. The letters wrote themselves, without awareness of them or their meaning when joined with others; an automatic transcription and so it was with the other subjects, they would not worry about that now, they would have time to review and study. The important thing was to get rid of the nervousness that still accompanied.

In the last hour that remained of classes their walk was slow, their friends had already gone ahead at their own suggestion, the corridors were emptying little by little, all the students entering their respective classrooms. But before they could take another step their body changed direction thanks to Venom's control which was moving erratically but with much more speed than (__) had done, "What do you think you're doing?" they wrinkled their nose as consequence of their eyebrows trying to come together, more out of curiosity than irritation --You're so tense-- now irritation predominated "Oh Really? I wonder why" referring to the forced control Venom was exerting --Let's go for a walk-- with force they made their legs stop "No, of course not, let's go to class, end of discussion" it was quite a bizarre sight how the body moved so spontaneously without apparent explanation if anyone could get through.

--I'm sick of all that information of no obvious use to your own little head-- continuing with the struggle a hand clung to one of the corners of a classroom, "What would you know?, you've only been in a few classe-" with more force they tried to let go of the wall, --Exactly, I don't need more shit-- the muscles contracted to the point that they could hardly feel them, after several seconds for it to stop they accepted in defeat.

Once outside of the building, they rested on one of the many roofs, their feet dangled and swayed unhurriedly. The sea of constructions gave the impression of being able to walk on them without any problem and before their immensity they gave tranquility, a momentary escape to the internal and external problems. "It's not what I expected", "We're outside, that's what you wanted" they leaned their shoulders on the same surface where they sat and turned a little to see the buildings behind, "But this is so… depressive" (__) arched an eyebrow, it was strange that Venom used that word, "Why is it depressive? do you even know what it means?" the last thing said to annoy it, but when they didn't get an answer they immediately turned their eyes to the same place before, where Venom hadn't moved.

"Venom?" its white eyes or what could be thought of as eyes, just like the killer whales, seemed to be fixed on theirs until its voice continued, "Do you remember what we talked about?" they recomposed their posture and seriously asked what exactly it meant, it was rare the occasion when they could see or feel the symbiote like that "About telling us things. When you went to see your little boyfriend" (__) rolled their eyes, it was sure that at any moment they would be stranded thanks to the various times they have done this but they wouldn't give up in making the atmosphere more pleasant "I think you tried to say your boyfriend dude, you can't go a day without mentioning him".

This annoyed Venom who protested and even more when it saw (__) with a smile "Admit it, you drool over him, you're just jealous that he doesn't feel the same for you" without any further warning Venom went out propelling the body of (__) who let out a scream at the sudden movement, now their were hanging thanks to Venom's grip on the building where they were, "Will you let me talk?" it was possible to see the body of the buildings and therefore everything that was happening in the surrounding streets, their limbs hanging as simple ropes, immediately nodded and confirmed verbally.

When they could feel the concrete again they hurried away from the shore, they placed a hand on their chest to relax the nausea "Sometimes I forget that you are an idiot" before they could say anything else a tentacle covered their mouth "Shhhh, you said you would listen, now shut up" they didn't squeak so as not to repeat what had just happened.

"We agreed to get to know each other but we have shared such superficial things that won't help us to really get along better" still, with its head out it rotated its companion's with a big smile "So I'll tell you more about me" with a tug it sat them down and started the story where it thought convenient "His name was Eddie, my first person and the only one for so long… I remember him as if it was yesterday" its face gave the notion of true melancholy, it was a somewhat absurd moment to some extent but they didn't interrupt.

"He was my guest for two years, he was stubborn, impulsive and even a jerk, stupid, idiot, an asshole just like you" Venom approached them "But he was also someone who knew what he was doing, why and for whom…" so the minutes passed that felt like hours as they listened about the man or boy and the relationship they had, how it ended up in the hands of the government and how it managed to escape.

"I needed another host, I wasn't going to survive without one so I scoured the streets, I found the guitarist and thought he was the best candidate but immediately knew better when he played those horrors" it shook its head, (__) had been intrigued by everything it was telling them, trying to imagine every little thing they heard but when it mentioned Hobie they stopped any thought "Wait a minute, were you going to have a relationship with Hobie?" it automatically corrected "Considered, told you, but not with his sounds", "Music" now they corrected the other "Whatever. I couldn't go another day without someone, I needed food, it wasn't long before I found another option" under Venom's control the arm moved and one of the fingers extended in the direction of the teenager "You".

"I didn't waste any more time and in less than a day I formed the connection" they lowered their hand slowly with the help of the other one, "You make it sound like i was your last option" at the affirmation that they really were, they gave Venom a small smack, they moved their head and gently pinched their lips, "That solves my doubt as to how you knew his full name, I was beginning to believe that you really liked him all to yourself" with threatening intent it moved too close to their face, "What did you say?" they distanced it with the palm saying "Nothing," a small smile appeared on both of their faces, "So you're really attracted to the boy?" Venom counterattacked emphasizing what (__) had said, they stood up and walked to the shore, in the same spot where they had been and rested their arms "Whatever you say, dummy" they knew that Venom went back to shelter inside their body when they could no longer hear it next to themself, all the sounds of the city were barely reaching their ears.

--Your turn-- (__) grimaced and shrugged their shoulders "What do you want me to say? I have nothing" they looked down to see the backpack still on the ground lifelessly --Then I'll ask you something-- they kicked the backpack making it adjust to the force applied to it but it still occupied the same space, "Why are you doing this and for whom?".

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The week went by without too many complications besides the ones you already had over yourself; mutual hunting, school, being a teenager with a crisis thanks to a simple question from the symbiote you live with. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with some effort.

The small calendar inside one of the now open notebooks points out today's date, along with a note and a time that you remember very well only that there are still a few hours left, the radio is a momentary distraction to the impatience for that time to arrive as well as doing homework, every so often you check the clock; you finish a paragraph, you check the clock; you finish the homework of a subject, you check the clock. And so it went until finally the clock struck the right time and the pen you were using immediately left your hand. You didn't want to be late.

To your surprise you spotted him as soon as your sight met the park, a few steps and he turned so that your eyes connected. You both smiled and raised your hand to greet each other, a 'Hey' was all it took for you to walk around.

"You know, I was beginning to wonder if I should have been more specific about which park I was referring to" you said it while looking for something in your pocket "Well… it's the park where we formally met, I do not think I'm that clueless" your hands took refuge inside your own pockets as you felt good, in this interaction it was clearer the ease with each other, even if the previous ones were very short it was still enough to feel comfortable and more when having scenes in common.

With your head facing the ground, you could see how your feet were moving but you amended this by having an object in front of you, it was hanging from Hobie's hand and you took it with delicacy "I guess it's for me", "You guess right" he released the object, another pin that from meters you could notice was made manually grabbed by a thread, you placed it in the waistband of your pants "You shouldn't have" it sounded dry according to your perception and you added "I mean; thanks, you wouldn't have bothered".

Hobie stopped and his body looked at yours "Not at all, I like to do this kind of stuff", you stopped as well but kept walking until you bumped into a bench where you both sat down, you sighed and crossed one leg "But seriously, thanks", "Don't mention it", he fiddled with his own pins, but he was concentrating on the surroundings and with special care to all the policemen near you.

He leaned against the backrest and imitated the action of crossing his leg, you inhaled and decided to start another conversation "Soooo where do you go to school?" when you heard that he didn't attend any high school you felt embarrassed for asking the question but before you could correct yourself he assured you that it was fine, clarifying that he was studying on his own anyway and remarking the importance of getting an education. "Tell that to a friend of mine" you tried to get Venom to talk to you since it had been very quiet since you left the house until it heard this last thing, --Friend?-- the young man clicked his tongue with a chuckle and you caught yourself smiling more, "Really, if you saw how he always complains with me" Hobie tilted his head, "Really?" he arched an eyebrow when he saw you nodding.

"Yes" you moistened your lips with your tongue as your fingers lifted and lowered in sequence "He's an idiot", --But your friend-- as you heard more from Venom you decided to try your luck "A big idiot if you ask me" as a part of you expected it your hand moved to hit your temple quite furiously from Venom "Ouch" you rubbed yourself with the same hand but almost without actually touching yourself "Are you okay?" you heard Hobie coming towards you "Yeah, yeah, I felt a bug but I hit more than I should have" Hobie pulled himself together now hitting his thighs almost like a drum set "Of course" in your periphery, you saw what he was doing but he also caught sight of the cops, you had to be alert with them near the two of you.

"Maybe it was karma from my friend", --You said it again!--, "So that's how you usually talk about him?" without looking away you nodded "We get along like that, don't worry, it's not like he says any better about me" you looked at him and stopped wiggling to pay attention to him "What about you?" he tilted his head and leaned his elbow on the backrest "About what?" you turned your eyes and pointed at him momentarily "Is there a friend you get along with similarly?" he looked up to think about the answer.

"Yeah" he finally answered to tell you about his friends with the small difference of not mentioning anything that could sound strange; related to his alter ego. While you were trying to push in your head the repetition of the word 'friend' that since you mentioned it for the second time Venom seemed like a broken record.

Two hours had passed and your conversations varied from time to time, the sun was still present with no plans to leave soon just like the people who were having fun or strolling in the park either by themselves or accompanied.

In the middle of the conversation you both changed the focus of your attention when one of the many policemen that were inside the place started to approach you, minutes before these authorities were approaching the civilians with the excuse of asking them some questions and you knew it thanks to the fact that one of them had said it to a couple close to you but you couldn't hear too much. The only thing you managed to hear was about knowing something about strange happenings lately or if they had knowledge/information about things that were concerning the police.

With his hands in his pockets Hobie suggested getting out of there, it was obvious his demeanor changed knowing that one of them would be near you and him. The both of you peeled off the bench and headed for the entrance that doubles as an exit with deaf ears to the officer's calls, your hurried steps were no impediment for him to catch up with you and with arrogance grab the the boy's shoulder, who felt the urge to hit him as soon as he felt his hand.

When he looked at the officer, his body language was similar to Brown's. But yours? it was not at all like theirs, it was more nervous about what might happen and more thinking that the symbiote couldn't contain itself too much if there was an altercation in which it felt its presence was necessary. Of course, you had already had a discussion about it, in fact, more than one. But you had to trust, it wouldn't work if you hesitated so all you could do was look neutral and hope for the best… or be ready for the worst in any case.

Neither of you spoke as the man did so first, with a contemptuous look he looked at you up and down "I'm going to ask you a few questions" he took out a French-sized notebook with a pen ready to write down. "We were just leaving" you swore Hobie's teeth gnashed at that instant, the tension couldn't even have been cut with a knife but with a diamond because of how heavy it felt, the man frowned and his voice quickly changed tone "I'm not asking you, boy" his eyes were focused on him until they moved to you, with a macabre smile he turned to Hobie "You're one of those punks, aren't you?" With a wave of his hand pointing to his clothes he raised his jaw, "Why don't we make this easy, hmm? Before I decide not to be so condescending".

Your own jaw was uncomfortable due to the pressure you exerted by the anger of his sense of superiority, leaving aside the anxious attitude you had not long before, Venom spoke to you --What an asshole, if he knew he is signing his death sentence--.

With a bold decision he approached Hobie who, being taller than the officer, didn't let himself be intimidated, centimeters separated them from the other who didn't step back "After all you don't have your little friends to help you nor that idiot Spider-punk" this ignited a flame inside Hobie; it was never to his liking to hear the 'punk' instead of the 'man'. He closed the space between the two "Repeat that" he whispered more to himself than to the other, without taking his eyes off the man smirked again "Have it your fucking way, you fucking punk".

When the man's hand clutched your wrist Hobie was ready to release the first hit knowing that other cops around you would come as so far they were just watching, but it was a surprise to them and even to you when the blow was released by you on his cheek, with your eyes wide open you felt ready to disappear off the face of the earth as you couldn't do anything with other people being witnesses and even if you threw everything away or if you decided to fight without Venom it was never with an excess number of 2 cops at a time.

Adding the supposed 'thinking and doing better'. The officer's face was disfigured as he showed his own Venom; from living with the original and learning its expressions within what it can do, you knew he was furious, thirsty to hurt. You didn't need to be aware for you and Hobie to run instantly.

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The two teenagers ran away as fast as they could, a group of officers at their heels, running in lockstep, occasionally one would grab the other to turn or change direction to keep going together. The lights on the poles crawled and then disappeared in their vision to let the next one help them get their bearings, their breaths were shaky, arrhythmic and limited.

They could have continued in such a way if it were not for the fact that when they turned a corner and continued running Hobie was warned by his spidey sense, a policeman appeared and intercepted them on the path they were about to take, he grabbed (__) to change direction again, only it was not as fast as they took a different route when they saw the policeman. Their paths separated, which in a way could be good to be able to act but it was quite risky, in the end, they decided to get out of that mess and meet again.

Entering an alleyway to take a breathe they leaned on their knees "That was a blow I didn't expect from you (__)... not so much but you get it" Venom finally came out to see (__) who exhaled deeply and wiped the sweat from their forehead "What was I thinking?" they resumed their initial position and rubbed his eyes "Now it's the second officer I hit" it wasn't with pride but with disbelief as they remembered the first time they had hit a cop; the cause was the same but with what recourse was different. A few breaths later they were back to normal but remained in the same place. Where would Hobie be?, should they help him?, look for him?, most likely he was fine, he was Spider-man but otherwise, they doubted.

Would it be better if they went home?, they wondered, no, they had to make sure he was all right. They fled together, and they would return together.

A few footsteps alerted the teen who at first was not sure who it was but when they heard the characteristic distorted voice threatening them, they looked for something on the floor. In the dim light of the alley, they could see a metal pipe, that would do. Unable to bend down to grab it Venom covered his face licking his teeth but was restrained by the hand of (__) who cautiously just squatted down and reached for the pipe, with the same speed they stood up and grabbed the object tightly.

The man did not waste any more time and hurried to jump into the alley, at the same time, the tube crashed against the wall and created the right frequencies to affect him and (__) who felt the vibrations and their nerves contracted, as if they were being burned one by one. With effort they gave another blow ignoring the moans of the other symbiote, it was then that they started to run without letting go of the metal and with an immense but passing pain. They knew that the policeman would also recover and go after them.

Street after street passed with their senses everywhere --That was very rude of you to me, your friend-- the wind dried their sweat that emanated without ceasing, feet throbbed along with their heart "I'll make it up to you later" they said in a hurry, almost passing another street a shadow was present so they tightened the tube, lifted it and prepared themself. As they almost whipped the person, he grabbed the pipe and tried to take it away but they both realized who the other one was "Hobie" they relaxed when they saw Brown who sighed and turned in all directions "Let's get out of here".

They were guided by Hobie who without mentioning anything moved between the streets along with them skillfully, both Venom and the teen were in doubt as to where they were going but it was (__) who could ask and Venom was telling them to do so.

But this wasn't necessary as they stopped for a moment "Careful" he whispered as he gently grabbed their hand and helped them onto the boat that lay on the pier, as they stepped fully inside they felt the hand that was once spliced with their own move away, they couldn't tell where thanks to the darkness that dominated but it didn't last long. The oil lamp lit the space and their eyes ventured into the new information, it was a bit of chaos at first, things here and things there. Posters on top of each other, books strewn across the bed and the couch unpicked from the ends.

Hobie stretched out his arms and turned in on himself "Welcome to your home" he prepared to walk and lay down on the couch, the other who stood immobile at one end of the walls and raised their eyebrows "Home?… This your home?" with even more curiosity and with some embarrassment they checked every nook and cranny again. The boy nodded proudly and took off his vest to leave it right next to the armchair, the pins rang one by one "Exactly, make yourself comfortable, please, I insist" he put his hand to his chest to extend it as an invitation.

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For you it wasn't something that had ever crossed your mind since you met Hobie but to be honest nothing was happening the way you expected it to anymore. With your toes on the bottom bar of the chair you sat on you tried to relax. My goodness, you had become very nervous, could anyone blame you? Not at all, it was quite obvious that it was something that would happen and it would be weird if it wasn't the case.

"Here ya go" he handed you a glass of water which you thanked him for taking small sips, he shook his head with a snort, "You don't have t' thank me for everyting I do" he returned to the couch, scratched his jaw and stretched his arms along it "I'm sorry 'bout earlier" his tone changed which made you stop drinking water and look him in the eyes, "That wasn't your fault" he raised his arm and crossed his leg, "It was, I should have been more prudent when I was with you" when you heard it you raised your eyebrow and instead of crossing your leg you crossed your arms "I can defend myself Hobie" wow, corny, you bowed your head "If it wasn't like that you wouldn't have even known of my existence" even cornier you thought, he just smiled and turned his eyes "I'm sure I would have met you anyway".

Now it was your turn to raise your shoulders "We'll never know" you took another sip of water until you finished the glass, without knowing where to put it, you left it on top of a piece of furniture that had more books, you stretched your arms and legs "But seriously, don't worry, you can defend yourself too, can't you?" this was an attempt to improve the atmosphere, which worked well.

"I guess" he curled up, his head touching the back of the chair "You guess right" hearing you repeat the same thing he did, he let out a chuckle. The smell of the oil that fed the flame was barely noticeable next to the one that the books emanated, the light from it rested like petals falling from the top of a tree without the rigorous wind that hurries them to a destiny that is not theirs, it was comforting to sit on that bench that with marks of its past threatened to crumble but that only being an appearance really was resistant and calm danced with everything that was between the wooden walls.

But this was not enough for your thoughts to have the need to come to the surface. "Hobie?" you watched as he straightened up as a sign of his attention, you bit your tongue, you would be about to walk on ice but you needed to listen to someone "You… why do you help people?".

You noticed the confusion on his face, his lips responded "Help them? I think that's too big of a word for what I do" your hand gripped the edges of the bench and your body leaned toward him "... But what made you realize that you wanted to do something for them?" he could swear he saw sparkles in your eyes thanks to how dilated they were, he stood up from the armchair and started to pick up some books to place them in a bookcase nearby "To know that they were like me" such a simple answer that seemed so obvious but that hid a lot in its own.

You thought about what he said until you saw the clock on his furniture and it gave you a sense of time "My mom is going to kill me" immediately you stopped sitting down. 8 o'clock, how had it gone by so fast, "I'll take you" he offered but you declined, you felt he had already done too much for him to want to do more "You want to go out on your own right after escaping from the pigs? You're crazy" he grabbed two coats, one for himself and one for you "Come on, the sooner the better".

The wagons were bustling as usual, people minding their own business. The row where you sat was almost empty except for one other person, station that arrived, the station where they got on and off, when you saw that there were three stations to go before yours, you decided that you would get off at the next one.

Leaving the station you walked a short distance, the streets were friendlier than they had been but you didn't let your guard down for anything that happened. At one point you thanked him and assured him that you would be fine "You have to be at home too" you couldn't ignore the difference in heights when he literally curved to be more at your level, he smiled sideways "Just don't get into any more trouble…. for now" he winked at you --Uuuuuuuuuu how gallant-- you inwardly bit your cheek for the interaction "I promise, for now" you raised your pinky which reciprocated as it intertwined with his, the realization hit you "Oh, I guess it's my turn to pick the place" you pretended to think scratching your chin "How about this very station?" you nodded your head --And when would it be?" You swayed with your feet "Well, it's most likely i'll sentenced to 1 month without going out, so I'd better give you a smoke signal when it's good weather".

You both looked silly with the smiles you were wearing, "All right, I'll keep an eye out for any heavenly messages" Hobie buttoned up his coat "See ya" he didn't finish the sentence as your hand met his cheekbone his eyes focused on it which you quickly removed "You had a bug" you laughed nervously and shook your arms "Bye Hobie", this didn't bother him one bit which made him smile bigger "Bye (__), may the wealthy not capitalize you" you said goodbye with a last wave of your hands before parting ways and going on separate ways.

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"Did I ever tell you that you're a fool and an idiot?" they kept their hands on the coat Hobie Brown lent them without stopping the pace --Yes, with the word friend in that sentence-- (__) snorted and shook their head "Is that all you cared about all day?" their arm moved again, their raised their thumb, moved the forefinger up and down --Yes, exactly, indeed. That's right (__) you have your mouth full of reason and your thoughts clear and decisive-- they made a grimace "Why do I want enemies with a friend like you, you'd see that putting my hand on his face…" they wanted to slap themself so Venom would feel it.

--Come on (__), he loved it, his goofy face said it all-- they couldn't help but laugh a little "Whatever you say, matchmaker". Their face that before reflected encouragement was now in the opposite state --What's wrong?-- they sighed and raised their hands to the height of the collarbone "It's unfair that I know practically everything about him but he knows nothing about me, you know" their legs changed direction to a little crowded street until they entered another alley --It's better not, if he found out he would want to tear me to pieces-- they sighed again, they moved their neck from one side to the other with their hand on it "I know it's not, we are not the same as them Venom".

Venom stuck its head out "But would he be willing to accept it after everything he's been through?" a tentacle came out of the side to touch the chest of (__) who was in doubt and silent for a few seconds, concentrating on the other's eyes "We'll have to hope so" its substance shot out at a nearby pole and its head disappeared "So while let's have a little fun" as it had happened the other time in when they encountered Hobie, Venom sent (__) flying into the air thanks to the tension it had applied, suppressing a scream as the air passed around them until things seemed to stop for an instant.

The specks of light and darkness at that height resembled an impressionist work, Big Ben another indistinct point among the others. It was a sight like no other but gravity did its thing and eventually, they began to descend, never in those moments they touch or were about to touch the ground as Venom carried them from one side to the other, the minuscule moans were replaced by laughter and smiles with excitement.

As they were about to open the door, looking for the keys, they whispered "That was great, thanks" they raised their head because of Venom "Don't even mention it" they found the keys and turned what was necessary to enter, when they opened the door they found their mother in the armchair in the living room "Mom" they smiled and approached her who was just standing with her arms crossed, hugging her head and planting a kiss on her cheek "I love you very much" without any reaction from her mother they apologized "We'll talk later (__), now just go to sleep" Without the courage to provoke another reaction, they did just that.

Once in the room and lying in bed, they whispered to each other --The good thing is that he didn't play his private concert-- it remarked, and thanks to this they remembered what Hobie had promised and smiled. "I would most likely have had to invent something absurd if it had been like that" they rested their arm on their forehead "Or maybe not, maybe the love you have for him would have been enough to break the spell so that you could hear him", --You would have been jealous-- it snorted "You would be jealous anyway", --Yeah--, "Yeah--, (__) closed their eyes "Fall asleep already", --You sleep-- Venom waited for some answer, after a while it spoke only for the last time of the day, --Rest well (__).--

"You too asshole".

Dancing Queen

Neytiri Sully & Sully! Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 1,350

Summary: Neytiri was always de option of Y/N to practice her dances, after a long time without doing it she decides to return to the habit.

Written Curse: Use of Y/N! Third person!--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators! You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, Only seventeen, Dancing queen! See ya Darlings!

The steps of each individual were distant sounds in the tranquility of the tent, also audible were the whispers and the occasional squeal of some ikran. The surroundings illuminated thanks to the different fires scattered around the place, inside the tent was Y/N moving energetically and sometimes stopping to analyze her previous steps.

The fire that accompanied her gentile instructed the girl, both to see where she walked and to show her how to move; abrupt or delicate. Paying more attention to this she began again with some changes; she raised her arms, bowed, turned, even jumped until she was satisfied with the result of her effort. After a while her whole family was back. Neytiri was the first to arrive, from a few meters from the tent she was able to distinguish the figure of her daughter thanks to the campfire inside. When she arrived she delicately slipped the cloth hung allowing a clearer view of what was happening in that space, with a smile building on her face she admired the dance with a certain nostalgic air.

Undisturbed as she knew that her mother was present she kept dancing until a memory came to her mind. She stopped and turned to Neytiri --Hello ma-- their eyes connected, finally she moved until she was next to her with the hand she had since in the other had her bow and caressed her head and bowed kiss her forehead --Hello-- she walked until she was in front of the structure where she left the bow --How are you going?-- with a grimace she approached her mother --it could be better--, --It will-- she posed her hand again but this time on her cheekbone, the other on her shoulder --Is dinner ready?-- the girl’s eyes opened for a moment and she hurriedly moved away from the contact with her mother, she gathered what was necessary and began to do it --I forgot-- her mother knelt down and sighed --Let me help you-- she stretched out her arm and opened her hand, she watched her for a few seconds until she gave her other utensils without first reprimanding herself for her carelessness --Thanks--.

The wood thunking rhythmically accompanied the cuts of the food that both made but the girl stopped and looked at Neytiri who paid her attention to the moment she stopped cutting --do you think you could help me?-- she was confused at the request of the child until she stood up and extended her arm as she had done recently. --I'm not at your Y/N level, I don't know how I could be of help, I think your father is a better option-- at the recommendation she laughed a little --Dad seems to have never moved a single bone when it comes to dancing… Don’t tell him what I told you that-- Neytiri continued cutting to disguise the smile that made room on her face --You will have to tell him that-- when she finished what seemed to her she grabbed things so that they would not get in the way on another place, seeing this Sully’s body reflected how happy she was for her disposition.

The exchange of words was little during the session, all the time Neytiri could not help but remember all the times when her daughter had asked her for such a favor.

It was always evident the like that Y/N Sully had for the dance, the dedication that she had to the activity, even though her whole family had ways and tastes very different from her own. They knew that there was no point denying the gift she had. Her parents were proud and at the same time surprised by how the girl could find the rhythm or melody in whatever it was and from there base her dance, on many occasions she asked her mom to dance with her to teach them their progress or the new learning of the day.

The little girl screamed for her mother as she ran to the tent where she was resting but with the cries she worried that when she entered immediately went to her --what happened, did you hurt yourself?-- she inspected her arms and then the torso, raised her jaw and moved it. Jake, who was eating quietly with the other children and who was already very well used to his daughter’s energy, spoke to his partner -- she is fine--. Neytiri turned to give him a quick look before focusing on the girl again --my dad is right-- with a frowning she asked her what was the reason for her cries --today I learned a new dance!-- of course, she thought, she was always excited to learn and that was her usual attitude but sometimes she forgot it. --Seriously?-- she calmed down and encouraged her --Why don't you teach us?-- the screams were sharpened and with her hands she took hers; that with some fatigue she suggested that her father was a better option to which she refused, Jake and the children began to cheer for her to do so, pretending defeat was guided by Y/N who explained step by step. At the end they received a series of applause, bowed and thanked -- very well, it is late, to sleep -- the children protested --obey your mother--, --We also Ma Jake-- this one complained but not without saying that the one who was the last to fall asleep would be a rotten egg, the last screams were given when trying not to be the egg. With smiles on their faces both parents went to bed until they fell asleep.

--The arm here-- she guided with her hand --the other like this-- she turned away and observed until she was satisfied and imitated the position --And then the step is like this-- she moved and agitated, then she waited for her mother to do the same and this time it was perfect so they could do the full dance. Every time when they joined hands or separated Neytiri saw the little version of her daughter, she felt her hands around the tiny fingers and remembered the laughter every time she made a mistake with a move but she always had the patience to repeat it every time and that had not changed a little even with the maturity she had reached.

In the final steps Jake came in and waited for them to finish, --I did not know you danced so well-- the two turned around and saw the mocking smile --Ma Jake-- her face told him not to say anything else and he caught it so he changed the subject --how did it go?-- , -Good-- in the middle of the answer the others entered with sleepy eyes --where were you?-- they all responded at once so it didn’t make much sense until Neteyam said again --Grandma asked us to do some things-- he sat on the floor, followed Lo’ak and Kiri, Tuk hugging Neytiri -- let’s eat so they can recover their energy-- Neytiri spoke and with her head she indicated Y/N to serve everyone.

--It came out as you wanted?-- Jake addressed the older Sully, some looking at her, -MMH?-- he grabbed a piece of food --your dance-- he bit a bit and then answered --Yes, thanks to Mom --he nodded and continued with his food but Kiri wasn’t going to leave it --why don’t you ask him for help later? I’ve never seen you dance with him-- Lo’ak and Neteyam suppressed laughs that their father noticed but ignored --It's a good idea I've always wanted to dance with you-- other laughs were heard, --What?-- he asked the teenagers as Y/N immersed herself in her hands --Nothing Ma Jake, nothing-- she glanced at the teenagers and child --eat-- and the conversation stopped there, for a moment she and Neytiri looked at each other smiling, she would actually have to talk to her father or give him intensive classes but it didn’t really bother her as she knew she would always be their dancing queen for both of them.

Promises

Sanemi Shinzawaga & Male!/Pronouns Reader--- Spoilers of Final Battle Arc

Words: 2,110

Summary: The relationship between (__) and Sanemi could hardly be called that. After the defeat of Muzan Sanemi will try to form a link with (__).

Written Curse: Use of (__)! Third person! I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- I felt poetic lol-- Guys maybe i won't be able to post for a time thanks to school, but i'll do my best to keep sharing my stories, thanks for all the support! See ya Darlings!

The whispers that the wind created as it collided with the petals at the gloomy dawn never seemed to take shape in the young man’s ears, more focused on his duty and survival than on the messages given to him. Two years had passed since that moment that changed his life so much but time passes fast for a short being, he could not afford to stop and observe details, listen to the least that was not killing. Sanemi Shinazugawa, pillar of the wind, he had taken a pupil, a tsuguko. Despite having been very against it at first, he taught him in a harsh and cruel way, just as the world would be with him if he decided to continue and he did so.

Now; being officially a member of the demon slayer corps, he took missions one after another without any rest.

Today the boy had returned to the estate of his superior, without waiting for him to be in the place he put his katana in the designated place and walked to the open area of the place. As he approached he could hear the fluid movement of a katana and others, when he arrived completely he could observe Sanemi training with great concentration so he did not pay attention to the pupil who simply bowed and greeted. Nothing, not even a look in his direction so he sat down and waited for the session to end. After a few hours Shinazugawa sheathed the katana and walked to the door next to the boy, the boy raised his head to look into the face of the other “Why don’t you train instead of sitting like a useless one for hours?” his voice rumbled all over the place with cold behavior, his gaze concentrated at the end of the corridor, his face somewhat twisted of discomfort causing his scars to be molded according to the tractions and contractions.

He just stared at him before nodding and starting to get up “Of course Shinazugawa-san” on the way to the previous point where the training had been done, both facing their backs, moving his head a little and making his jaw touch his shoulder he said to the pillar “Welcome”. The silence was the only thing that answered him before hearing steps walking away and finally ending up alone in the surroundings with a jester of disappointment drawn his own katana; he closed his eyes and took a lot of air. Again he could hear the whispers and laughter of the wind, how it got into his ears and tried to scream at him but the words did not make sense or that is what he thought, with one last breath he contracted all his muscles and prepared to move.

This was one of the many moments of interaction that both men had.

One night they ate without any words, the sound of cicadas or the movement of the leaves of the trees were the only thing that talked inside the room, the lamp illuminated what was necessary without hurting or forcing the eyes of those who were feeding, he swallowed the amount of food in his mouth and observed his pupil without expression indicating the emotion or feeling “Your skills are deplorable, this week I will have to train you again … What a waste of time” He gave a bite and watched the boy, he stopped chewing and nodded “Thanks Shinazugawa-san, I regret that my performance is not in your expectations” this annoyed the pillar who aggressively put the dishes on the floor “Do not apologize for being an incompetent” raised his voice enough to be heard outside if anyone was there but not too much to be considered a scream. The boy only nodded and continued eating, not that he accepted what he said or wanted him to continue with that thought, no, of course not, he knew very well that he was capable, that although there was always opportunity to learn and grow, it is not that he was in a place of first knowledge or practice as years ago. But in the end he was a pillar, someone more experienced, someone who had taken his body beyond the limit and had perfected his techniques, so he knew what he was saying, right? he just tried to harden him for the fatalities of his work but in the end he had an appreciation for him, even if it was minimal, didn’t he?

Their breaths had no pattern in their fighting movements, the grinding of swords a compass in the dance of the fight for the subjugation of the other, some screams were thrown by the pillar; about the talents and efforts of his pupil, of how they would kill him in the second that fought with a stronger demon, of how he was lucky to remain alive after all this time. Naturally the winner of the match was Sanemi, as the boy parted gasping trying to stabilize his breathing as well as his rhythm and heart pressure “you can’t even use full concentration breathing!” He rebuked “A pillar is your teacher and you don’t even seem to know the basics!” the boy bowed his head “Don’t lower your head when I’m talking to you, brat!” He clenched his jaw and looked up to meet Shinazugawa’s fury, his frowning and his eyes open to no more, his hands clenching the sheath of his weapon “If you follow this way I will get you out of the organization! Do you understand!?” His tone increasingly harsh and firm against him, he bowed in the form of respect “Of course master, it will not happen again, I promise” he returned to his original position and waited for the answer, for several seconds the tense air was static and everything seemed the same way, until he finally spoke “get out of here” he closed his eyes to not see the boy making it clear that if he tried to talk or engage in another interaction there would be punishment.

He bowed again for the last time before walking and leaving him alone. A knot in his throat pressed his insides, threatening to come out and reveal the emotions he felt. Apparently all his efforts had not borne fruit, maybe he was not good enough, so long with his training and not even a compliment, absolutely nothing but reproaches and reprimands, punishments and discouraging comments. Two years of his life trying to improve for the people, to help his and avoid heis suffering turned to dust and carried by the wind to nowhere.

But no person can endure such dealings for too long, at least not him, so the little relationship is further degraded over time. Now, 1 year later everyone was fighting with their lives to try to eradicate the evil that had therefore pressed them against the ground, enjoying their fear and pain.

His head was spinning as his body pricked every possible nerve, his sight barely made aware of the blurry figures in his immediacy, his ears seemed to bleed him, and his body moved involuntarily. What was he doing there?, What was happening?, For a few minutes he totally fainted until he regained it, when his eyelids opened slowly and saw the sky of dawn he felt some peace before his body forced him to take air choking through the puffs and coughed to calm his body, screams and metallic sounds finally reached his ears but did not move, he did not react, his body did not respond, that is why came to him, right, he was in a fight, a big and important fight. He had been one of the few who survived before the pillars ecountered Muzan... But now he had no idea what happened the instant he lay on the floor. When trying to move a wave of pain reached his brain almost making him lie down again but he had to do it, he had to stop and keep fighting even if it was the last thing he did, even if he did not know how he would but he would not give up, walking through the streets, with his hand hanging and the other one leaning against the wall he could see the commotion. He was quite surprised to see a great baby but quickly understood that that being was the first demon, Muzan Kibutsuji, he quickened his pace ignoring any pain or discomfort and instead anger, resentment and so on encouraged his walk.

He watched as Sanemi cut off his arm, reaching the side of the rock pillar and grabbed one of the Kakushi and began to pull with all the strength his body had, the sun and the light reaching every possible corner and burning the demon’s skin tearing apart pieces and then turning them into ash. The peaceful silence compared to the magnitude of the moment, all eyes focused on how slowly it faded until there was only the vestige of its horrors giving way to a new peace.

Days had passed since that miracle but now, there was a certain void, the space left by those who left a strong presence, a reminder that everything was real and that it always would be. His heart had been disrupted and broken just like his mind, he needed to think what he would do now that he no longer needed to fight for the lives of others and his own, everything seemed to be in a fog that prevented him from looking at the future.

In those same days Sanemi began to talk more with the boy but since he served, he wanted nothing to do with all this, less his teacher. The encounters were uncomfortable and forced, meaningless words but with intent on the part of Sanemi, sharp and one-syllable on the part of the pupil if he could still be called in such a way.

On a quiet morning the birds sang to wake everyone up just like the first rays of sun, the futon felt hard against the back of the boy and the cold of the floor was transferred to the fabrics so giving a jester he got up and accommodated the things in the room to go out and walk. At the end he opened the shoji with delicacy, the sound of his steps was dampened thanks to the socks he brought, he went to the common area with a piece of food, squatted and settled to sit with his legs crossed, he took a bite and closed his eyes. He heard and listened to the wind for the first time, the murmurs intertwined with his own thoughts traveling all over his brain, embracing each relief with delicacy.

Not long after he heard another person approaching, but he didn’t flinch until Sanemi spoke “Um, good morning,” he opened his eyes and simply moved his eyes so that his periphery could see it, he bit his tongue a little before speaking “Good morning” even though the tone of his voice did not reflect any emotion it was obvious that he was not so happy to see him or to talk to him. “You got up early” walked up to the boy and started to sit imitating the position of the boy who only nodded and finished eating “I… wanted to talk to you” started again hoping he was willing to listen but happened completely the opposite, the boy stood up and started making his way elsewhere, stopped for a moment “Why are you so kind to me now?” The words barely came out of his mouth but were sharp, not that he wanted to know the answer to his question but his mind could not help remembering all those times when Sanemi was very hard on him, even rude and arrogant, where he simply nodded and did what was asked of him without any complaints, so long trying to establish a relationship or some kind of contact that was more human.

Shinazugawa said a single syllable before boy interrupted “it’s just because you feel guilty, because you have nothing better to do” he frowned and squeezed his lips, some tears resting on the edges he continued walking until he reached another shoji, he grabbed the wood “I don’t want to see you again Shinazugawa-san, I’m leaving this place” Sanemi hearing all this stood up “It’s not what you think” swallowed saliva “(__) I’m sorry.” The boy squeezed the wood and looked at the floor “Me too” was the last thing he said before leaving the room and closing the shoji and to never returning to that place, to forget all the pain that for so long had contained in the depths of his being, letting the wind take away his sorrows and accompany him to a better place.

THIS ONE IS EMBARRASSING FOR ME, But I Spent So Much Time To Finish It... I Can't Complain.

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