(Y/N) 10: Maximum Venom (Ben 10 Male Reader x Female Symbiote Harem)

S1 E1: And Then There Were 10 (Part 1)

(Y/N)'s POV

It was the last day of high school before summer started. I was in my last class and I was waiting for the bell to ring as I looked at the clock with intense focus. As the bell rings, I raced out of class and headed straight to my locker. While I was packing my stuff, I was about to walk out the front doors until I was stopped by a familiar female voice calling my name.

???: "Hey (Y/N), leaving so soon?"

I turned around only to see my childhood friend and longtime crush: Ellie Brock.

(Y/N): 😳 "E-Ellie!?!?!"

If perfection was a human being, Ellie fits the description. That nice silky smooth blonde hair, those beautiful piercing blue eyes, and that wonderful smile she gives that just makes you want to melt. She is so kind, funny, and smart: The Perfect Woman. Any guy would be lucky to have her as a girlfriend, hell, I would be lucky to have her.

Ellie Brock has been my best friend for 8 years ever since we were 10 years old. Every time my mom and Ellie's parents is out working, grandpa max would take us out to fun places like the arcade or the movies. When I met Ellie, I blushed a little because I thought she was cute and sometimes I would blush when our hands accidentally touch when we eat popcorn at the movies. Grandpa Max, mom, and Ellie's parents would sometimes tease us about being each other's boyfriend/girlfriend. Ellie was well-liked by my mom who considered her the daughter she never had. When I was 14, mom asked me if Ellie was my girlfriend and if she was going to be my future wife. Part of me wanted to tell mom to shut up, but part of me imagines what would it be like if I and Ellie became husband and wife. Ever since then, my feelings for Ellie grew and during that time I found out that I was in love with ellie when I told my mom how I felt about her.

Ellie and I have always been by each other's side and support each other when something unfortunate happens. That is until last year on my 17th birthday, everything changed and it was the day I got to see and talked to my father. One. Last. Time.

[11 Months Ago]

My father, (D/N) Tennyson, was a high-ranking class soldier in the army and he was the best of the best. Since I was 10, my dad would visit me every year on my birthday and I was always happy to see him. Grandpa Max would sometimes visit to see his son returning from war and dad would tell stories about his travels and achievements in the army. Whenever dad leaves for war, he would occasionally write me letters about how he is doing, and at the end of each letter, he writes: '(Y/N), one day I may never come back and I want you to know that whatever happens to me, it's not your fault. I choose to join the army. Not only for you and your mother's protection but for everyone as well. When I pass away, promise me that you will provide, protect and support your mother for me. I want you to be the man who will help and protect people who need protection. I know you can do it and I believe in you. Remember, keep your head above the clouds and your feet on the ground and do the right thing. I love you son.

P.S. You are the best son a father like me could ask for. Every time I come to visit you on your birthday, I get to see you smile and watch you grow up. Filling me with hope and determination in knowing that I have something worth fighting for.'

Reading those very words puts a smile on my face. Knowing that my dad wanted me to be like him, a good man going to war to fight for the right cause.

But when I turned 17, my happiness for my father's return was turned into bitter sorrow when the General that my dad works for came to my house, bearing bad news. Tears begin to stream down my face after hearing about how my dad died from the amount of blood loss after being shot multiple times by enemy forces. When the general left the house, silence filled the living room and I ran straight to my room, slamming the door behind me. The news of hearing my father's death hit me hard, it felt like having my heart ripped straight out of my chest. Mom didn't bother to stop or check on me as she hears the sound of objects breaking and me screaming out of anger, sadness, and grief. My mother knows how I feel and would try anything to make me feel better. After the funeral and burying the casket containing my father's body, I was overshadowed by grief for a whole year. I would distance myself from Ellie despite her and her family's support. Grandpa Max even comforted my mother who was crying her eyes out. A few months passed and on my 18th birthday, I visited my father's grave and set flowers, our family photo, and a drawing of dad I made in art class with 'World's Greatest Dad' written on it.