This fic was inspired by their headcanon!!!!!!!! They shared it on Discord and I got their permission to make it into a fic. Their original headcanon,word for word,down here.
Headcanon (from them) to start: Simon only lets his s/o touch his hair. He has a sensitive scalp and gets overstimulated fast but when its himself or his s/o he melts into them and finally relaxes, he’ll often have his arms wrapped around their waist with his head on their stomach as they play with his hair or gently scratch his scalp
He either hums or purrs, just depends on how happy he is.
Simon The Butcher x male reader
Tw: reader is said to have had their leg crushed. Angst at the start,then thoot rotting fluff,ableism from Eden if you squint
He has puppy dog eyes omg
Months after the ocean blood,neither you nor Simon have had a single moment of relax. Not because you had anything to do. Simon lost an arm and your leg had shattered so badly,you could barely walk with the help of a cane. And Eden did not have any place for people like you. The only reason they had taken you back at all,was probably out of fear of what the feeling of betrayal from your people could push you to do. But everytime you blinked,everytime a shock of pain surged trought your leg,everytime you tried to sleep,you were sent back there. Back in that cramped submarine,holding onto Simon's hand,convinced you’d die like that,away from your home,having to see your lover’s eyes losing the light of life. Just the thought made you want to puke. You had pushed trought Hell,desperately clinging to the silver of hope that you could see another day,wake another morning in the arms of your beloved. You had used the thought of a life with him,of shared meals and nights and hugs,to keep fighting even when your body begged you to just let go. And now that it was all over,now that you were back,it was your mind screaming at you. Screaming that this was all just a dream,an hallucination. That you were just another body lost in the endless blood. That Simon,your Simon,had died with you that day.
The lack of anything to do but drown in those memories didn’t help either. You knew it was driving Simon crazy. He was used to having something to do. He was used to being useful,and now it didn’t feel like he was anymore. He felt like a burden,the broken shell of a man who had nothing but trauma to give. Who couldn’t help Eden,or you anymore. You saw those flashes in his eyes,when he tried to reach for something with his missing arm,or tried to do any work and just…couldn’t. You especially saw the pain it brought him when he tried to help you walk,but couldn’t find enough balance to keep you up,or when he couldn’t lift and carry you when you were clearly in too much pain to walk. And you felt the same,everytime you were stuck in bed all day,unable to get any rest because the ache in your leg and in your heart kept you awake.
You two could only find relief in eachoter. When the pain,be it mental or physical,got too much,you were the only willing to help the other. Where the other saw two broken men with nothing to give anymore,you saw Simon,and Simon saw you. It was your only anchor to this world. The only thing keeping you from drowning in all the blood.
Honestly you didn’t mind. At least not always. Like right now,with Simon’s head in your lap,his soft,pleased sighs gracing your ears,his hand gently resting on your thigh. You didn’t mind the ache the weight his head brought on your injurued leg. Not when he looked so relaxed as your fingers gently massaged his scalp and ran trought his hair. It was one of your favourite way to pass the time. Pulling him into your lap,your fingers dancing on his head,and seeing the tension slowly leave his muscles and his eyes drop. It had taken years of relationship for him to be comfortable with you touching his hair but now that you could,it was like neither of you could get enough. What can you say? Seeing your boyfriend so happy and relaxed made your heart melt. Finally seeing his guard drop after so much time was the best thing that you could immagine. Your other hand carefully caressing what little remains of his missing arm,careful not to hurt him. He usually wouldn’t et you touch him there,but after you’ve worked him for a while,he didn’t have the strenght nor the will to stop you,and you could see he liked it with how he sighed happily everytime you hit a particularly sore spot,working the tension and some of the pain out. He could stay like this for hours,and you would let him.
He did end up staying for hours,in fact,until he fell asleep. You stayed up,unable to look away from how beatiful he was when so relaxed and peaceful. It wasn’t something you could see very often lately.
And for the first night since you two came back,no nightmares came to hunt you two. No blood,no monsters. Just the warmth of two people who loved eachoter more than anything.
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