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You know what I want more than anything right now? A Markus x Simon oneshot where Markus teaches Simon how to play piano using "Heart and Soul"

Regarding to that, I”always wanted to draw a simon in piano in the rain for some reason. so have art.

Ahh yes, I’d love a domestic Markus x Simon with Markus teaching Simon how to play the piano ;w;. me and @mabiyusha actually talked about domestic simarkus stuff. I think Simon would take to heart all that he learned from Markus. I’ll give this prompt a short try UWU. Because it is precious.

Set after post pacifist where everyone lives and is happy and Simon has an available lover route

It had been a long while, coming home after the war he’d won without fists, the weary house of a human father he’d long to see. One hand pushed on the door, eager to enter and the other remained clenched around another hand. Simon had been nervous since early morning when Markus had mentioned about wanting to see his adopted human father, being very excited to tell him about the good news, as he couldn’t have known it from the news, he was barely awake.

The hand tightened on the fingers that wrapped around the palm, a soft huff beckoning Markus to lean near as he comforted the other. “Don’t worry, Carl would be happy to see you.” Although Markus had said it with such a high level of confidence, Simon was very unsure. Humans were unpredictable as to say, close encounters proved this hypothesis a factual truth.

The idiot though, a smile countering his fear; contagious and crept up to his own face. “I trust you, Markus.” He does and he always will be able to confide in Markus.

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As expected Carl was barely awake throughout most of the conversation, although the aged man was coherent enough to respond to most of Markus’s enthusiatic questions. Simon remain passive throughout the talk, eyes admiring the details of the large house. Markus had lived here, he thought. The android was nevertheless lucky to be kept in this house, saved from the harsher treatments of humanities, until he, too, fallen victim to the captors in the very end.

Before Simon knew, Markus brought him up to Carl,, telling the latter how much he adored the blonde. Much to his frustration, he could feel the thirium rush up to his cheeks and tint them blue; adding to his visible embarassment.

“He’s good for you, Markus.” Carl said, his voice shaky, signs of age catching up. “You need someone to help you clear your mind sometimes, I think he is that someone . “ Markus smiled genuinely at his father, hand placed on top of his. “Thanks, Carl.”

______________The two had settled in the house, after the talk with Carl. It was a much briefer conversation than Simon thought it would be. He did say quite a few things, although they weren’t really important.

Simon sighed deeply, admring the failling rain outside the windows, since the glass was transparent and the moonlight made the raindrops look like jewels being dropped from the sky.

A tap on the shoulder made him flinch visibly as he turned to look at the owner, his lover, a nervous smile stamped on his face. “Sorry I didn’t get to talk much, Markus.” Apologies coming from Simon were never reallly suprises. He’d apologize when he thought he was being innapropriate.

“It’s alright, you seemed distracted.” Markus, sometimes dense, sometimes sensitive sensed his lover had a lot of thought racing up and down that mind of his. Simon had a problem with over thingking things, although he would be suprised. The android had been living in Jericho for most of his life and only recentl made his life turn.

“...” No response made the air feel slightly tensed.

Markus sat up straight and wrapped his arms around Simon, there was stil a lot fo things he has yet to find out about hte android, and he’d learn over time. Simon reciprocated the hug with newly found eagerness, purring into the touch. It always made him feel safe-- and at home.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, although Simon looked like he never was troubled in the first place.

Markus, pround of his accomplishment, reached for Simon’s hand and pulling it over to kiss the top of his palm, eyes flickering to connect with the deep blue ones. The longer he stared the more tempted he was to lean a little closer and close the gap in between them.

He instead chuckled though, shaking his head in amusement. “Thunder’s making you nervous?” He asked, in a joking manner, almost trying to pull a reaction from the other which he faild miserably.

“ No.. Not really... “ He replied, unsure now why other people found thunder so frightening.

“Come.” Markus beckoned, the hand on Simon’s latched on ever efficiently, pulling him gently towards Markus, leaning their bodies together as the other planted a loving kiss on his forehead, fingers sweeping the blonde locks to the side.

Blushing again, he felt his hold tighten on Markus’s hand. “Hmmm.~” A soft hum of approval to let the other know that he felt alright at the moment.

Markus had leaned back a few moments later to cup both of his cheeks, the look of love and adoration never wavering even for a second.

“Have you ever... erm... listened to music?” He asked, uncertain of what the other would say. He didn’t really meet androids who listened to music. The other one he met would be Connor, although Markus didn’t really share the same taste of music. It was too loud somehow.

“Music..? I’ve heard some... but..” He did listen to some music before, as a family droid he was exposed to toys emitting music of different genres, mainly focusing on the upbeat tones.

Markus seemed excited at the thought that Simon might share his love for music as well. Eager to please and teach his lover, he’d unconsiously dragged Simon over to the lone piano.

“... Markus?” Whispered the blonde, as his lover briefly let go of his hand to sit on the seat, looking back at simon. “Music makes me feel calm, gives me a sense of peace... “ he said, truthfully.

“You also make me feel... At peace.” He continued, reaching for theo ther again. Simon felt the need to reciprocate as he drew nearer and sat beside his lover, leaning on him slightly.

Markus spread his fingers out on the black an dwhite keys of the piano, lightly touching them. “Carl taught me these things before... “ He started, acknoledging the feeeling on Simon’s head on his shoulder.

“Black or white, both keys are equally important. Both keys produce different sounds, different voices as you can say.. but they need each other. “ He felt weird somehow, almost lightheaded when he said those things. Markus wasn’t the type for deep romance but he couldn’t help it.

“P-Play something!” It wasn’t a demand, more like a rush to change the embarassing heated subject. “Y-Yeah, alright. Yeah. “ Markus stammered, suprised by the sudden squeak of urgency next to him. It was just probably Simon trying to process everything he was saying, and failing to do so.

Markus’s fingers were talented and they melted on the keys he touched, some he touched sensually almost like a lover, some quick like his fingers were burnt as he collided with them, nevertheless it was astounding. He moved slowly, then fast. It was a constant change, like a ferris wheel up an ddown so quickly.

Simon couldn’t pry his eyes away from his lover’s fingers, and Markus who had noticed, stopped to take Simon’s hand, soft against his.

“You could do it too.” He said, in a low voice, squeezing the said hand briefly. “You can do anything now... You don’t have to be what they programmed you... We’re free Simon.” He reminded the other, feeling Simon being slapped back to reality.

He helped the other place his hands on the keyboard, like how he would teach a child. “Let me help you.”

Simon’s fingers felt stiff against the keys, however they softened once Markus’s were on top of his, almost intertwining their fingers together as the keys were pressed in a specific order.

The song was sweet and amazingly, he could feel the surge of emotion through each and every note that was hit, a smile appearin on his face as he realized how happy he was. It was hard, but with Markus’s help he was able to do it.

The song ended too soon for his liking.

“If you’ll let me.. I can teach you too.” Something about those words made him feel he was at home, despite everythign that happened. “Of course, Markus.”

A smile on Markus face and on his too, and the toher had leaned down to kiss his lips, while the thunder roared on.

FIN

Apologies! English isn’t my first language! So I try uwu ;;w;. I still have (1) fic pending for @mabiyusha (the Power bottom simon fic ;) )

so i've been thinking about that sense where simon gives his heart to markus. i mean, why don't we have a choice like with north? i think it's because of the amount of simon's love. come on, he loves him so much and wants him to live that markus can't even argue

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