don't make this a living nightmare

Venom was far too talented at hiding the imperfections that plagued her mind, and with her strange desire it was no surprise that Maverick had not yet caught on to her worry. Her subconscious was not unaffected, and the manifestation of it grew within. Resulting in her dreams becoming tainted with the unsaid weight that settled on her thin shoulders. Venom wasn’t one to doubt herself, but with this important task her fears gained the upper paw.

She twisted and rocked in reality as her dreams clung tightly to her, trapping her in the illusion of her greatest fear. Deep in the trenches of sleep, she wasn’t disturbed at first by Maverick’s return to the plush bed. His voice tugged at her gently, the soothing tones like a hot knife through butter as they slid through the fog to bring her clarity. Venom startled slightly as her consciousness snapped from cold dreams to the warmth of Maverick around her.

The Empress gasped softly and blink back the heaviness of sleep, her heart racing as she pulled in a few deep breaths. Instinctively pulling closer to Maverick’s form as she pulled herself from the nightmare. The terror subsiding substantially as she fully awoke. "Mav,” she breathed his name with relief as the memories of her sleep faded.

"Venom & Maverick"