Finally had some motivation to draw my god the art block is killing me lol wanted to do a lil ref sheet for Simon!
A little unsure about the tail but I think it would be cute if when Simon first arrives on the Hail Mary he doesn’t realize that his tail has a mind of his own and he’s just walking around wagging his tail while still trying to put up a tough guy act is adorable (Grace also thinks it’s adorable and doesn’t tell him right away that his tail gives away his feelings)
Also ticklish tails are adorable and I think Ryland will come up and just squeeze at it while Si is distracted making him squeal! I love the thought of underneath the little fins in his tail are a huge tickle spot for him, Grace was so surprised and excited when he came across this information and used it against Simon all the time
Also his back and ear spines are of course also very tickling and Grace and Rocky are very excited to feel and experiment on them and it is killing Simon lol (I feel like Rocky teases Simon a lot with this stuff for some reason)
His gills are extremely sensitive and I think it would be cute if every once in awhile Simon needs them to be cleaned or maybe something gets stuck in there and Grace have to dig it out while Simon is cackling and fighting for his life
Although very ticklish, Simon loves be pet, head and back scratches are great (he is giggling through it tho, to ticklish for his own good)! Grace and Rocky both love to pet at his tail or just hold it while cuddling together! Most of this makes Simon exceptionally flustered, especially at first when he’s not used to all the affection and attention Grace loves to give him!
Hope you all like it and feel free to give any headcanons of your own, I would love to hear them!
It’s me again. International bestselling writer Fawn Millz. Please bet that reference bro PLEASE.
This is just more self indulgent gobbledygook from the other day. Yall seemed to like The Agreement, so maybe yall will like this one too IDK. DON’T LOOK AT ME, STOP LOOKING AT ME.
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🚨 TW: A little bit of panic. Not too much, but just be aware!
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Lee!Grace (PHM) Ler!Simon (Iron Lung)
Despite constant reminders, Grace cannot seem to remember to fix his posture when he sits. Just as Simon predicts, his back starts to hurt because of it…
My posture is horrible. I know it. It’s been that way my entire adult life, and at this stage in the game, I couldn’t care less.
I had a nasty habit of rounding my back and slouching like a poorly stuffed ragdoll anytime I sat at my desk. Friends of mine told me I had “artist’s posture”, others said I sit like an old man.
One of the perks about being on an isolated spaceship, was that there was no one around who could say anything about it anymore.
…
“Sit up.” A grumbled voice commanded from behind me. I gasped, shooting into an upright position at the feeling of a quick swipe of a pencil up my spine.
“Ah-! Ugh. Thanks, you messed me up- you’re lucky I wasn’t working with chemicals.” I huffed, scribbling out the word I cluttered with a stray line.
“Well if you stopped sitting like a propped up corpse, I wouldn’t have to mess you up.” Simon walks around to the side of me, setting down a rolled up paper, and a cup filled with various writing utensils.
“What a dark simile.”
“Well, it’s the first thing that comes to mind.” Simon shrugs, unrolling his paper. “Sit straight, or your back is gonna hurt like hell.”
I ignore him, Peering over at the paper. It was a large piece of thick, graph paper. Weak at the edges and well used. There were intricately mapped points across the entirety of it, lines crossing and weaving around the various points across
“What’cha got there?
“Star chart. I’ve been mapping the trip to Erid since I woke up here.” He slides the paper towards me, pointing to a thin, precisely drawn line that started seemingly at a random point on the map, and headed in the direction of 40-Eridani.
“Wow- Simon this is really cool. You have any sort of astrocartography experience? This looks professional.” I smile, looking over at him.
He shrugged sort of sheepishly, not daring to look up from his chart to acknowledge my compliment. 
“I guess. More of a hobby than anything serious anymore.”
I hum in reply.
“Well you’re welcome to use the star charts on the cockpit nav system if you need them. For cross referencing.” I say, nodding to the cockpit behind us.
Simon shakes his head. “I don’t know how to use any of that stuff up there- I don’t wanna mess something up or knock us off course.”
I scoff. “Oh no it’s alright, you won’t mess anything up. I’ve made it this far without blowing this thing to bits, so that should be proof enough that Mary’s dummy-proof.” I chuckle.
“But, if you’d feel more comfortable, there’s also a nav interface here in the lab. It’s just a little smaller.”
“That’s alright.”
“Cool! Here, I’ll show you how to use it.” I stand up from my chair, wincing a little as a dull pain pangs through my lower back.
I can walk it off.
I lead Simon over to a computer screen suspended on a ceiling mounted arm in the corner of the room. I press a random key on the keyboard beneath it to wake the system up.
It springs to life with a black and blue Hail Mary mission patch icon perched in the center of the screen. I roll a stool over, taking a seat as I attempt to sign into the computer.
“AGH!”
Access denied.
I whirl around to see Simon holding his pencil at my back level.
“I told you to sit straight- you slouched immediately after sitting back down.”
I swipe the pencil from his hand, pointing it at him.
“Just remind me! You don’t have to reflex test me!” I hiss back. “Anyway-“
I successfully log into the computer, and launch the Astro Nav program, loading up a realtime chart of not only our flight path, but the stars and bodies that surround us.
“Here! You can scroll around, zoom in or out, click whatever. Nothing will affect the ships navigation.” I smile, rolling out of the way so that Simon can take a look for himself.
He lifts his chart up to the screen, and. It’s perfectly plotted. He smiles, noticing a few small stars scattered around the computer screen model that he hadn’t accounted for, definitely excited to plot them on his personal map.
“Well I’ll leave you to it then.” I smile, bracing myself on two nearby desks to lift myself up. Something in my back cracks
Simon looks to me, I wave him off.
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Two long hours pass.
Simon was right… I should have taken his advice. My back hurts.
Not a cramping pain or deep injury pain like I’m used to, it was a sharp, sticking pain, which shot through my low back every time I tried to bend down, turn on my hips’ axis, or lift a leg.
The type of pain you feel when there’s a part of your back that just won’t crack, no matter what position you fold yourself into.
“Grace okay, question?”
“Hm? Yeah I’m fine, Rock. Thank you.” I nod
“Is sure? Been lying down long long time .”
Rocky tilts his carapace, looking up at me on my bed from his place on the floor.
I prop myself up on my elbows, letting out a pained groan as I do.
“H-hurt? Hurt?! Grace hurt?!”
“No! No, buddy I’m fine, lower your voice. It’s just my back. It’s bothering me.”
“Oh. Understand. Cramp, question?”
“Nothing like that.” I shake my head. “Just spinal pain. A nerve or something probably. I’ll be alright.”
Rocky taps the floor idly in thought, and I let myself fall back down into bed.
“Rocky get Simon to help Grace! Human better for this problem.”
“No- that’s not necessary- owwww-!” I spring back up to protest, aggravating my back again, and slumping over the side of the bed, groaning into the mattress.
“Get me to help with what?” Simon calls from the top of the ladder. oh good! Gang’s all here.
“Nothing.”
“Grace complains back hurts.”
“Oh, you don’t say.” Simon shoots me a look.
“Grace do say. Rocky hear.”
“Sarcasm.” Simon and I say in unison.
“And I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need any help! I’m just sore.” I sit up, despite myself, and hoist myself up into a standing position, throwing my arms up as if to say ‘see?!’.
…I Immedietly hiss in pain upon taking what could barely be described as a baby step, losing balance.
Simon watches me crumple to the ground, shaking his head disapprovingly, as I let out the most pathetic, long, whiny “owwwwwww” I’m sure any of us had ever heard.
“I got him, Rocky. You can go back upstairs if you want.”
“Good. Yes. Grace very loud and annoying. I go upstairs.”
“He’ll probably be even louder once I adjust his back, so sorry in advance.”
“ADJUST? WHAT DO YOU MEAN ADJUST.” I shout, kicking a leg out to fend Simon off.
“You want the Webster’s definition, or what?”
“You’re not giving me a chiropractic adjustment, are you insane?!”
“It’s that or old man back for the rest of the flight to Erid. Would you stop kicking at me? You’re only gonna hurt yourself more.”
“NO-! Chiropractics is pseudoscience-! A-and you’re not even a doctor!” I protest, worming away from Simon on the floor like an idiot.
“And you’re not an astronaut. Nice glass house, buddy.” Touché…
“Shut up!!”
He sighs. “This is gonna hurt, and I apologize. I’m gonna be as gentle as I can.”
“What..?!”
In a few swift motions, Simon hooks a leg between mine, spinning in a tight circle, and in turn, flipping me onto my stomach on the floor with a hollow thud.
“OOOWWWWW.”
“I know, I’m sorry. Just let me fix your stupid back and I’ll leave you alone.”
After a stunned moment, I attempt to push myself back up, but feel the cold metal of Somon’s xenonite hand coaxing me back to the ground.
I heave, tilting my head to the side.
The room around me at a nauseating, sideways angle as I’m pinned down to the floor.
Pinned down…
Pinned down…
“Simon, let me up.” My voice is quieter, colder than it had been before. The words falling out in almost a mumble
“What?”
“Get off of me. Let me up. Please, I’m serious.”
My body began to tremble. Any pain I had felt fizzled out under the commanding force of adrenaline. I tried closing my eyes to block out the light, that was becoming increasingly overwhelming, but when I did, all I saw were flashes of a blurred memory… lying in the grass…
“Ryland what is wrong?!”
“GET OFF!!” I snap, shoving Simon off of me. He falls to the side, on his good arm, thankfully, looking at me with a puzzled, shocked stare.
“I’m sorry-! I- I’m sorry- are you okay?! I- I didn’t mean to-“
Simon sits up, raising his hands where I could see them.
“Are you okay?! What is happening? Did I hurt you?” His voice dropped low. Calm and disarming.
“No, you didn’t, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Can I come closer?”
“Yes.” I nod, my gaze falling to the floor as Simon slowly scoots back over to me, reaching out to put his hands on my shoulders.
He stops short, giving me time to pull away. I don’t, so he gently takes me by the shoulders.
“You look terrified.” He furrows his brows, studying my face. “Are you about to cry-?”
“Maybe?”
“O-okay, that’s fine. Can you tell me what’s wrong before you do?”
I frown, shaking my head. Simon sighs, nodding back. “Alright, okay.”
My vision clouds with tears under my glasses, and I slump forward against Simon, who doesn’t budge from the impact. I hear the mechanical whir of his metal arm as it comes up to rest across my back.
He doesn’t speak. He just lets me tire myself out until my quiet crying deflates into sniffling,
“You’ve gotten quiet… are you alright?”
“Y-yeah, yes I’m okay. Sorry…” I suddenly feel a bit self conscious, having been more or less clinging to Simon’s shirt for the better part of fifteen minutes, so I make a move to try and sit up.
Simon gently pulls me back in. I don’t protest any further.
“Stop saying sorry. What are you even apologizing for? Crying?” He shrugs.
I shrug back. I really had no answer.
“Can you please tell me what happened? What set you off? I want to make sure I don’t trigger something like this again if I can help it.”
I sigh, twisting my body a bit so that my head more comfortably rested against Simon’s chest.
“I.. I told you that this mission wasn’t voluntary… for me.”
“Yeah, something about the uh… the science team getting into some freak accident or something. And you were next pick.”
I nod.
“Yeah. Look, I don’t wanna get too far into detail- at least not right now, but… I ran. I tried to run away from the compound, from the mission, from what I knew had to be done- but security caught me. They uh… brought me to the ground and sedated me right there.” My voice broke as I explained.
Simon nodded slowly.
“Last thing I saw was the world tilted on its side… Being held down until I stopped fighting. I guess I’ve got a lingering fear from it.”
I sniffled, pulling my cardigan sleeve over my hand, and dragging it across my face.
“Oh… I didn’t realize it was so forceful. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s uh..” my reflex is to say ‘it’s okay’, but I’m not entirely certain it is myself. Thank you.”
I readjust again, unable to quite get comfortable. I hiss in mild pain as the pang in my back hits once again. Adrenaline has worn off.
Simon perks up, looking down at me. “Right- your back.” He says softly “Will you please let me take a look at it? I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.”
I stay quiet for quite a while.
“Okay. Sure, just-“
“You can lie down on the bed. I won’t hold you down. I won’t do anything to make you feel trapped. I promise.” He says sternly, giving my shoulders another squeeze.
I nod, a weak smile on my lips. “Alright.”
Simon gave me a firm pat, guiding me upright. “Alright, come on- careful careful.”
He helped me into a standing position, and guided me over to the bed, at which point he backed away, allowing me to assume whatever position I was most comfortable in.
I chose face down, with my arms folded under my pillow.
“…You sure-?” Simon chuckles “you’re not gonna suffocate?”
“No, I’m fine. I sleep like this a lot.”
“That… can’t possibly be safe. Alright then.” I hear Simon’s heavy boots approach the side of the bed.
“Good?”
“Good.”
“Tell me where.” I feel two starkly different hands, one metal, one flesh, gently rest on the middle of my back. They l press and prod at my back, slowly walking down my spine.
“Y’alright?” Simon asks, probably noticing my body shuddering under his hands.
“Y-yeheah, I’m fine.” My voice is muffled by the pillow.
Simon hums, pressing his thumbs just a little harder into the muscle. I gasp, my arms shooting down reflexively to pin against my sides.
“Woah- ticklish?” He chuckles. “Sorry, sorry. How about you tell me where the pain is then?”
“L-2, lumbar spine.” I mutter back
“Uh…”
“Small of my back.” I try again.
“Got it. Here?”
“Ow- yes.” I flinch ahen Simon gently jabs my spine with two fibers.
“Ok… breathe in and hold it.”
I can’t deny, I was a bit nervous, but I did as instructed.
Crack!
I groan, letting out the breath.
The pain… was gone.
“Better?”
“How did you doooo thaaaat…” I mutter.
Simon lifts his hands away from my back, chuckling softly.
“You’d be mad at me if I said I don’t know, so I’m saying nothing. But see? I told you you’d feel better.”
“Wait, you’re done?” Jeez Ryland, could you sound any more pathetic?
“Well- yeah, I am. Why, is there something else you need?”
“…no.” I reply, face still buried in my pillow.
“That wasn’t convincing at all.” Simon snorts. “C’mon ‘Mr. Grace’, you keep reminding me you’re a teacher, so show me some vocabulary words. Whaddya want?”
“Oh come on.” I scoff. “Don’t do that.” I prop myself up on my elbows, holding my head and chest up, looking over me shoulder.
“Speak up, or I’m going back upstairs to work on my star chart.”
I groan, dropping my head.
“Fine, yes, please can you- …y’know.” I shrug,
“Why would I ask you to clarify if I-“
“Tickle me? …Please?” I say with an exasperated sigh. “It would make me feel better, and I would really prefer you didn’t let this hand in the air for a long time before you respond or do something, I hate it when you dOHOHHO THAHAJAT-! AHAHAHA-!”
Simon shot his hands under my arms, scribbling aggressively through the fabric of my cardigan.
I collapse back down on my face, shouting and laughing into the pillow like a smothered hyena.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” Simon purrs, raking his fingers up and down my ribs. The sharper, metallic digits on the prosthetic hand were WAY more effective, making my body curl up like an isopod ok my side.
“Oh- wait.” Simon lifts his hands away. “I’m sorry, is this too aggressive? I should have checked.”
“N-no, it’s fine… thanks for checking..” I confirm with a goofy smile on my face.
Simon smiles, reaching down and removing my glasses, placing them safely off to the side.
“Good enough.” Without missing a beat, he lunges at me again, pulling me so that I rolled onto my back, before latching onto my stomach with both hands, squeezing, kneading, pinching, and skittering over the area.
“AH- AH-! AHAHA- oH GOHOHOD!”
“Still good?”
“Y-YEAHAHAH”
“You cackle like a supervillain, you know that?”
“W-WHAT??! WHAHHAT’S THAT EVEN MEAN?”
“Or maybe a witch. Listen.” Simon suddenly digs both thumbs into my hips, vibrating feverishly.
I hate to say it- but he’s right….
“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA-!!” I throw my head back, screaming with high pitched laughter that kinda really did sound like a cartoon villain.
“See?”
“SHUT UHUHUJUP-!”
“Oooh that’s not very nice. I’m doing this because you asked me to, remember?” Simon tutted. “C’mere.” Simon took a seat on the bed, and dragged me by the shoulders so that my torso laid over his lap.
I didn’t protest, I did ask for it, anyway.
“Much better!” He nodded, resuming his attack. One hand found its way back to my stomach, making a claw, and moving in a strumming motion.
“AHAHAHA-! AAH! E-ENOUGH WITH THE STOMACH!!”
“Alright then where?” Simon stops again, folding his arms.
…Well I wasn’t expecting to be given a choice…
“Clearly you have something else in mind if you want me to switch spots and not stop completely. So?”
“I- uhuhm…”
“Oh come on.” Simon laughs down at me. “Here I’ll make it easier. You’ve got weird spots all over. You freaked out when a loose piece of string touched your wrist lathe other day. Gimme one of those.”
I couldn’t tell if it was because I was lying down, or because I was being called out, but my face was burning.
“Uhm, I don’t know-“ I looked to the side.
“Look at me.” I can’t stand this guy.
“Shh- s-stop talking!” I reach up, swatting at Simon’s face, turning it away from me.
He catches my arm, holding it up in the air.
“Never mind. You don’t get to pick.” He hooks my arm around his neck, holding my wrist over his shoulder with the steady grip of the xenonite, lwavinf enough slack for me to pull away if I wanted to.
“WaHAHAHAHAIT!!”
With his unoccupied hand, Simon digs at the hollow under my arm, moving back and forth from there to the back of my shoulder.
“SIGIHIMON!!!”
“Don’t reach at me like that. Especially not at my scars.” He says sternly.
“OKAY!! OKAHAHAY IM SORRY!! IM SO SORRY I SWEAR!” I shout, wriggling in place.
“Are you?” He purrs, shifting his hand up to my neck, resting it just below my haorline.
I freeze, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Simon-!”
“Ten seconds.”
“Five.”
“Eight.”
“…Fine.”
Simon grins. “Deal.”
He pinches the back of my neck gently, holding the position. Genuinely, I assure you, That’s all he does.
“AAAAH-! AHAHA- CH-CHRISTMAS EHEHEVE-!”
“You’re allowed to swear like a grown man, Gracie.
“AHAHA-! DON’T CAHAHALL ME THAT!” I protest. I was just being difficult, I’m not sure I hate that nickname. “AND NOHOHO I CAN’T-! AHAHA- IM A TEACH- SHIHIHIT-!!” Simon squeezes harder just a few times, at the speed of a heartbeat. I think he was following my pulse.
I shriek… naturally…
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHA!! SIMON!!”
“There it is… 3… 2… and…”
He quickly leans down, blowing a raspberry on the side of my neck. The vibration and the gentle scratch of his sharp teeth on my skin send me careening over the edge.
Simon pulls back, laughing as I fight for air, still laid across his lap.
“It seems like you are having a dispute.” Mary’s voice echoes through the room from the ship’s speakers.
“No no Mary, we’re alright, thank you.” Simon calls back with his stupid annoying calm voice.
“You’re welcome, Simon.”
I sit up off of Simon’s lap, not without his assistance, and right myself up next to him, letting out one last heavy sigh.
“You alright?”
“Yeah…”
“Feel better?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
“Have fun?”
“Is this like, a survey? Is there a skip option?”
I roll my eyes.
“Oh- sorry about uh- pushing your fave like that. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” I say softly.
“What? Oh, no I don’t really care. It doesn’t hurt. Most of my nerves there are shot to hell anyway.”
“…You’re absolutely unbelievable.” I sneer at him. “I actually thought I hurt you!”
Simon chuckles. “I figured that would work How’s your back?”
I sit up straight, lean forward, twist from side to side, and smile. “Good! Doesn’t hurt anymore!” I say, a quiet crack following from somewhere else in my back as I lean back again.
Simon grimaces.
“No no, that’s normal. I’m like a bowl of Rice Krispies.” I chuckle, making a fist and cracking my knuckles into my other hand.
“Eugh.”
I snicker, dropping my head to the side, prompting two rather loud pops from my neck.
Simon shudders, leaning away. “God-! Stop that!”
“What?! You just cracked my back!”
“Yeah, but that was out of necessity!”
“I can do my jaw too.”
“I believe you. Don’t demonstrate.” Simon stands up.
“It’s just nitrogen bubbles popping- it’s not actually bone, y’know.” I place a hand under my jaw, Simon grabs my wrist.
“Thank you, Professor. I know.”
I laugh, lowering my hand. “Okay! Okay, o won’t do it.”
“It’s a miracle all your bones don’t hurt.” Simon mutters as I stand up as well, the two of us heading for the laddder out of the dorm.
“The gravity on the ship is weaker than it is on earth, so-“
“Rhetorical, Gracie.”
I pause, rolling my eyes, despite my face warming up a little.
“You like that name.” Simon says it like a fact, shooting me a look, a thin half smile on his face.
“I don’t hate it. Whatever.” I wave him off.
“You never let me explain stuff to you. You always cut me off.” I huff.
“Well why don’t you come explain some of these stars I’ve never seen on the charts upstairs to me then? You can give me the origins of their names and everything.”
I couldn’t quite tell if he was being facetious or not, so I chose to believe he wasn’t.
“With pleasure!” I smiled wide, hurrying up the ladder, practically racing Simon to the lab computer.
I take a seat on my stool again, waking the screen with a shake of the mouse.
“Oh my god, sit UP.”Simon growled, jabbing me in the back as I once again slouched over the keyboard.
Summary: Simon’s been down in the dumps ever since entering the Winter King’s dimension and that just won’t do for WK, who tries everything to cheer him up.
Warnings: Tickle Fic, Simon being self-deprecating
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Simon felt like shit. Physically and mentally. He hadn’t given himself a wink of sleep since…since, when was the last time he had slept? It had to of been before Finn took him out into the woods, how long had it been since then? It was hard to tell when travelling through a horrifying multiverse, even though this new dimension wasn’t scary. It was just…troubling.
This Winter King guy really rubbed Simon the wrong way, and it just made him feel even shittier about himself to have an ounce of bitterness or jealousy towards the man. Yet, how could he not? The Winter King was everything Simon wanted to be; charismatic, helpful, powerful, he even fought off the Crown’s curse by himself! Simon couldn’t resist the Crown for anything, not himself, not Marceline, not even Betty. Betty. Oh, if she could see him now, to see that this is what she…was lost for.
Simon hadn’t moved from the Winter King’s throne, sitting at the foot of it with his rigid back leaning against the piercing cold chair. His borrowed, immaculate clothes kept him safe from the cold just enough so that he wasn’t shiver, but not enough to feel an annoying chill against his back. Fionna was off training, doing something productive while Cake actually managed to enjoy herself here. Simon wanted to join them, but partaking in anything here felt like eating the Forbidden Fruit, like he’d be admitting his flaws. Like he was saying the Winter King was superior.
Which he was, but Simon couldn’t bring himself to say that. Not out loud.
His host seemed to have grown concerned though, he had been observing Fionna duelling valiantly against his ice knights with a proud smile before his gaze lingered over to Simon, and his expression became something similar to a teacher worried about a troubled child. Though he fixed his expression, putting on his usual confident, cheerful face before skating across the ice masterfully over to Simon, standing before the shorter, curled up man.
“Now, Simon, my throne is lovely but surely there’s something more entertaining in this kingdom for you! And if there isn’t, I can make it for you in a jiffy!” The Winter King offered with a white smile, Simon managed to tilt his head up to meet his gaze, offering a polite yet deflated smile.
“Thank you but I…think I’ll be fine here, I’m just tired, it’s been a long few days.” Simon gave his usual excuse, hoping it would deter the Winter King. He underestimated just how perceptive he was; he shook his head at Simon with a gleeful expression.
“Oh, my dear, sweet Simon, did you forgot that we’re the same person at our core? I know that lie, I used it myself when things were rough many-a-times and I know that it won’t get you anyway.” The Winter King took on a more vulnerable tone, tenderly offering Simon his hand with an encouraging, hopeful expression on his face.
Well fuck, he’d look like an asshole if he didn’t go with him now. That and he was kinda right, sulking in the corner about how much he sucks wasn’t gonna fix much. Cautiously, he placed his hand in the Winter King’s who suddenly yanked him up delightfully, his demeanour switching back seamlessly to his excitable self.
“Splendid choice, fellow Petrikov! I have the perfect activity in mind to get you out of that dark corner of your brain you’ve wandered off to!” The Winter King called out as he dragged Simon along behind him, who was letting out petrifying squeals and grunts as the two of them plummeted across the ice, cold air brushing past their ears. Sliding across the ice, the Winter King kept a strong grip on Simon’s hand, keeping him as steady as one could be when plummeting through the snow. He also flipped the two of them in the air a few times, just for the sake of it.
“Shouldn’t we slow down?! We’re heading right for the that edge!” Simon cried out, noticing that the Winter King was sending them to straight to one of the many lavish balconies of his ice castle. The King simply chuckled in response, his glasses shining with pride.
“Oh, yes, yes we are because that’s our destination!” With a frightened yelp from Simon and a joyous squeal from the Winter King, he sent the two of them hurtling from the balcony, before simply outstretching his hand and expertly creating a comfortable ramp of ice for them to slide down, right to the courtyard outside his castle. The Winter King kept his footing as he slid down whereas Simon simply clung onto him for safety, mentally cursing himself for ever agreeing to this. The King’s boots touched the ground with a satisfying crunch, maintaining his balance as he landed on the snowy landscape. Simon skidded against the ground, nearly slipping on his face but the Winter King caught him by wrapping his arm around Simon’s waist, keeping his footing steady.
“Are you trying to get us killed or do you just enjoy throwing me around like a ragdoll?!” Simon furrowed his brown as he panted for breath, resting his hands on his knees, hunching over slightly. The Winter King grinned from ear to ear.
“Yes!” Before Simon had the chance to rightfully give him an agitated earful for his behaviour, he continued speaking in his pompous, fun-loving tone. “That was very necessary for what we’re about to do, Simon, for we are about to engage in an activate that needs you to be on your guard, thinking straight, on top of your game, heart pumping and lungs heaving!” With an amazed expression, the Winter King held his arms over his head in a grand gesture.
“We’re going to have a snowball fight!” Simon stood there for a few moments just processing the information, blinking slowly in disbelief.
“You did all of that just for…a snowball fight?” Simon sighed, not sure why he expected anything different from his new companion.
“Why, of course, everything in the Winter Kingdom needs a little pizazz, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun otherwise! Speaking of,” The Winter King raised his arms through the air as if he was pushing them through water and before the pair of them, a few short walls of ice and snowy cover appeared on opposite sides of the courtyard.
“There we go, now there’s a little more flavour!” The Winter King smiled proudly, Simon was wondering how going up against what was practically an ice elemental in a snowball fight was even fear, but persisted.
“So uh, how do we start this?” Simon asked awkwardly, standing unsure of himself next to the impressive display of the Winter King’s power. Said King turned away from Simon as if he was thinking, but suddenly turned back, rolling a small snowball about within his hands before chucking it at Simon’s waist.
“Like that!” He smiled widely, playfully, Simon politely tried to match his energy with a competitive glare, falling down to his knees and shovelling up some snow. The Winter King retreated to his cover, grinning like a schoolgirl as he sat tucked behind a snow wall, peeking out from around its edge and-
Bam! He was struck square in the face by a snowball, it’s cold remnants dripping down his chin and staining his skin with a vanilla glow.
“Headshots are cheap shots!” The Winter King called out playfully, wiping away his eyes and ducking back behind his cover. The two of them went on with their fight, scrambling to make more snow balls, chucking them at each other, chasing each other around, sliding across the ice, of which Simon slipped many times. Simon took a few hits to his chests and limbs, but he managed to knock the Winter King’s crown clean off of his head at one point, sending the two into a laughing fit.
“I am sohoho sorry!” Simon apologised, keeling over as he offered the Winter King his crown back. The Winter King took it back with hands shaky from laughter and placed it back atop his head, placing one of his hands against Simon’s shoulder for support.
“D-dohohn’t be, that was a superb shot, Simon! But, that doesn’t mean your getting out of this that easily!” The Winter King commented with a sly grin that Simon didn’t have the chance to question the meaning of before he felt his cool fingertips he jabbed into his armpits.
“Ah! H-heheheehy!” Simon squeaked at the abrupt tough, his arms instinctively coiling to his sides. His legs gave out under him and he leaned into the Winter King for support, who wrapped an arm around his waist considerately.
“Don’t “hey” me, Simon, this is a very fair punishment! Crown shots are cheap shots, haven’t you heard?” The Winter King teased him, something that he obviously just made up as an excuse for…this. Why he was doing this was still unknown to Simon…until he remembered something the Winter King said earlier; they were the same person. He must’ve known that Simon would end up enjoying this too; Simon would’ve found it considerate if it wasn’t so, so flustering.
“Pleahahase, thihis is chihihildish!” Simon weakly protested, or at least it sounded like a protest. The Winter King stayed determined, slipping his hands down to Simon’s sides and jabbing his nails into his sides, wriggling them about.
“Simon, sweetie, we were having a snowball fight a few moments ago and you didn’t mean that at all! It doesn’t seem like your minding this all that much either!” The Winter King smirked, feeling no need to be discreet about that little secret. Simon did on the other hand, his cheeks turned a dark shade of red as he gripped onto the hem of the Winter King’s shirt tightly, as if he was begging for him to put those words back into his mouth.
“Dohohon’t be rihihidiculous!” Simon spat out, tilting his face down to hide his glowing cheeks. He didn’t know why he was trying to argue with WK like this, but it arguing an impossible lie felt easier than admitting an embarrassing secret.
“Oh, but I am ridiculous, silly even! That’s why us Petrikovs like this sort of thing; it’s playful and rough and so energetically soothing, don’t you think?” As the Winter King kept going on, Simon could feel that nervous feeling in his chest growing stronger and stronger. The Winter King’s hands began skittering and scribbling around Simon’s torso, his pristine nails digging into the fabric of his suit.
“M-mahahahahahahybe!!” Simon relented, finding it hard to deny such a vibrant, self-assured figure. T hat seemed to please the Winter King though, his fingers eased up on Simon’s waist a little bit, sticking to just tracing against his skin.
“Very good, now would you like this to continue or are you feeling better?” The Winter King murmured considerately, surprising Simon from just how easily softness and vulnerability came to him, simple as spawning ice from his fingertips.
Simple as manifesting your own reality.
“Cahahan’t it be bohohohth?” Simon chose. The Winter King felt Simon’s grip on him loosen slightly.
“Now your thinking right! Of course we can, my dear Petrikov, now let’s see where to start…your ribs, hips maybe?”
Simon blushed, regretting his decision instantly but ultimately, he was enthralled about what was to come.
Finally done with this one! Shout out to @cocoa-critter for this ispo! (ps I loved your most resent fic! Thank you for feeding the phm fandom) ticklish gills are an amazing idea!
It was very fun to draw Simon for the first time! I was struggling so hard with the line art for some reason and about halfway through I realized idk how to draw abs but I don’t think it looks to bad lol
