If this isnt to the rules plz ignore
But i was wondering if you could do some simon/convict x reader fluff (maybe like, if iron lung didnt happen, or he got back okay)
An: Hello my dear Anon!!! Yes I can write fluff, it is on the stuff I do write other then smut lol (ain’t that dirty minded LOL) But I’ll stick with the trope of Filament station does not exist, it does not exist… he didn’t get captured by C.O.I by Filament Station- and he’s still in Eden with you!!! (I’ll secretly feed him soup, and more soup, and more soup, and more soup, and more soup) Hopefully you enjoy!! SO SORRY FOR THE LATE, LATE RESPONSE PLEASE FORGIVE ANON!!!
<•Trapped Within a Veil of Space•>
The slight sounds of paper, the tussling of scissors cutting through paper makes a gentle melody through the quiet room. It sings and flows around the gentle tree, the tree that stands still as the red light basks in its glow. Before the very tree, sat you, as a kid, around you were small pieces of origami’s, boats, air planes, and your most made pieces being paper stars. You frown as you cut off a strip of paper to form a star, sighing again as you look around yourself. Quiet.
The quiet atmosphere around made you relax, even in awe with the tree before you, smiling you slowly stand up and dust off any paper snippets stuck on your cloth shirt. You hold the paper in your hands and stare up at the tree. It was quiet, peaceful, but a vast amount of notable anomalies would be the on and off stars that spread wide in vast of space. Slowly dying off, only ghost lights, growing dimmer by the day. You keep folding.
You stare up silently towards the large tree, the soft room with broken stars and dead space as the last tree stands tall and alive. It was beautiful, the only tree left in humanity, all to be trapped and shown towards the eyes of Eden. You look up at the leaves, they gently move or shift, your fingers gently twiddle with the piece of paper, folding in memory of your mind to make a small paper star.
You look down in your hand, sat in your palm was a small red paper star… you give a bitter sweet smile. But feel your jolt when a soft voice, a boys voice calls behind you.
“Are you admiring it too?” You turn around to meet a small boy, about your age and height, but with a soft lightly tidy black hair and brown eyes. He stares at you, your fingers clench the star in your hands. You stammer in embarrassment, “P-Please don’t tell the Father, I’m not supposed to be here-“
“Me either… did you sneak out?” He cuts you off as you look up in slight surprise. You nodded, “Please don’t tell-” “I won’t snitch, I’m here to watch it too.” He says and walks in your view through the red veil of light above. You continue to watch him as he goes next to you, but within a distance. He has a still face as he watches the tree in silence, you fiddle with the star in your hand as you look down at it, the colour almost blending in with the light above you.
“Is that your stuff?” You look down at his gaze, following to your small mess of cut up paper scraps, mini origami’s, blue scissors, and only one paper sheet left. You blush, “Yeah,” He crouches in front of your mess, picking up a paper airplane, tiny to fit in his fingers, able to fit in his palms, “You made all these? They’re all… tiny.” He muses gently as you look away from him. Towards the tree. You stammer, “It’s um, it’s origami, I like making just the ones there, but um… I’m don’t like making them huge, small sizes are easier on my fingers.” You continue to fiddle with the red star.
He smiles and picks up a yellow star before looking at you, you look back at him as the atmosphere lifts a bit. He stands up straight, looking towards the tree, star huddled in his fingers. You watch him squint his eyes to aim past the tree, before lift the star towards the tree. You hum, realizing he was trying to mimic one of the fading stars far away in the vast of space.
“Isn’t it interesting… that the rapture took everything… it left nothing behind. Even the stars are fading.” He murmured to himself as his arm drops, staring at the stars, then the tree. You look down again as you repeat his words over and over. “I don’t know what to think about that… It’s so strange to think that every star out there is… disappearing. Every planet, stations, earth… where they all go?” You mumble back an answer as he turns to look at you.
But you feel yourself become small again as you release a breath before looking at him through your hair, his face was still as he listens to you, “Their gone, a ghost light for the stars… I don’t know what to think, it’s scary…” You look away from him as you cradle the star in your palm, “But… as dumb as it sounds… making paper stars sorta… help, even with the fact I know the truth.” You sigh as you look past him and towards the tree again. Standing tall, never shifting.
You suddenly feel his hand grab yours, quickly flinch as you sharply look at him. Unfazed by your shock, he tilts his head before standing up straight, then gently shakes your hand, “I’m Simon… what’s yours?” You blush by his action and gulp down your sudden shyness with a messy introduction, “I-I’m y/n, nice to meet y-you Simon.” He gives an airy laugh by your stumble before looking down at your art, back at you, he gives a warm smile.
“Well, if you want to preserve these stars you have,” He grabs your other hand where the red star sits in your palm, he gently grabs it and raises it up. “Why don’t you show me your work.. and make this one special for me.” You stare at him, the tree stands tall above you two, looming over in a protective cover of the red light, the vast of dead stars and forgotten unknown world slowly decaying… you gently smiled back.
You grab a piece of linen thread from your pocket.
The seed in the forever glow of the red vail sings a curse thrum, buzzing in your ears like a prayer, a prayer from the Father, a prayer from the soil that runs in your blood…. The stars you had were nothing but futile, meaningless, worthless, not cost in this forever curse world, this UNIVERSE you and Eden floated beyond.
All meaningless, the words, your thoughts of hope will weary thin like the Father said… the tattoo showed your place, your mark of Eden…. You were lucky Eden took you in for a path… what path was that….
Simon… he never came back to the tree in late nights to talk, after Eden wanted him to commit to the legacy… you grew, he grew… you both changed….
You sat in front of the tree once again, seemed more quiet than usual as you hand fiddle with the sleeve of your cloth gown. You frown deeply as you twiddle with the loose string mindlessly, soon eyes drift over to your wrist. Sitting on it was a small but firm linen thread, holding onto a yellow star like a small looped bracelet. Your face stills as you gently thread your fingers through it, the corse texture of the scratchy material tingles your fingers. Before the paper touches your skin…
You bite your lip as you twist the star in the smallest awe, “Will… he ever come back…?” You ask the tree, with no answer. Your eyes stare at the star, biting the inner part of your cheek as you look around the room. The pitch black vast of space stares back at you, before the tree and the red vail you stare back in the slightest bit of… emptiness.
You cradle the bracelet. Why did you still wait? Why did you even think he would come back? After all these years of growing up, how on gods name of Eden did you think he was EVER going to come back…
You feel your face contort in hurt before you look down at your palms again. Fighting back tears of waiting what felt like eons… you didn’t want to think this, he’ll come back… but for how long can you wait… the tree, the Father would be disappointed to see such weakness over a man…
The sound of creaking metal ringed in your ear, eyes shot open as the sound vibrates the very colon of your brain, your nerves pinged at the sound as it whips your head towards the door. Stare at the darkness before the red light your eyes scan the door way. Someone was there, looking back… your heart jumped and skipped as you feel your voice clog.
“S-Simon…” Not a question, a hopeless plea.
The person at the door doesn’t answer, but the quiet response of the metal door closing back at its hatches rings again, you gulp gently as you gently stand up from your spot. Your gown ripples gently to fall before you as your boots scuff the metal floor. The tree waits, the soul vibrates.
The sound of footsteps on the floor make you grit your teeth as you stare below the red vail, boots show at the base till a body reveals itself. The messy but tidy black curls hang over the brown irises, as Simon’s eyes stare back at yours, his outfit shaggy but somewhat tidy by Edens standards. His face shows one emotion.
You feel your body shake in raddled nerves as you cradle the bracelet in calming attempt as you stare at him, somewhat confused on why he’s here… right in front of you after all these years of not showing up anymore. You can hear his shaky breathes before he looks away from you, and in the most quietest tone, he speaks,
“… I thought you wouldn’t be here, anymore.” His eyes stare at the ground and away from you.
You frown softly before looking away from his face, but your eyes shift to the tree, looming over you both. Did it hear you? Did it answer to you? Or were you just hallucinating from the constantly looking at this room over and over. You look at the leaves as tiny leafs fall and land on the rough soil, a constant reminder, a constant symbol of the last tree. You feel your hair go on your face as you peruse your lips, “I always kept sneaking in… that was till Eden finally gave me allowance to be here, something about… I-I don’t I wasn’t… why are you here?”
You hear him whine just quietly as he shuffles in his place, your question was already hanging over him once you saw his silhouette in the dark, now in the red lighting of the room and the atmosphere outside the black void. You looked like some unseen goddess under the tree, waiting for him to come back after all of his absences. “The Father took me in, the Brotherhood… you know I couldn’t-“ “You could’ve still came when you weren’t out there… left a note, or… or s-something.”
You stammer but tried so hard to push down your anger, confusion. But for the sake of yourself and for getting answers, you cradle the bracelet. He looks back at you with a slight hurt expression, his face looked tired, spent, like he spent days sleeping yet looked like he was still awake. He looked alive, yet something about how worn he looked made you falter. You missed him, but you can see something was holding him… you sigh and let your arms fall to your sides, looking into his eyes as he quickly picks at his uniform.
“I wasn’t able to meet you cause of the Brotherhood… I-I couldn’t just, I-“ He sucks in a quiet breath as you quickly walk up to his tense form and place your hesitant hand on his lip. His beard dusted his chin and jaw, the messy unkept look made his face even more unrecognizable even after the last day you saw him. His soft brown eyes look at your arm then at your pained but soft expression. “Just…” you shook your head before you look at the tree behind you.
“Come sit… just, pretend you weren’t gone… and you came back after the last day I saw you…” you whisper out, able for him to hear but your gaze set’s entirety on the tree. Your finger still lingers on his lips as he breathes through his nose in uneven takes, before you gently slid them off and he quietly exhales. Moving away from him you walk up to the still tree under the light, and crouch down to sit upon it.
He stands still for a few moments till you hear him follow after you, and soon see him sit close next to you, basking in the glow of the room but the tense stillness in the air. Grunting gently he puts his arms on his perched knees as he looks up at the tree. You stay still while admiring the large plant, but feel Simon’s presence still hovering above your peace, being away from him from so long as brought a tension you so desperately wanted to brake.
You missed him, so much. You knew he missed you too. Why else would he come back.
“You grew out a beard, I see.” You crack a tiny smile at him as you look down at your palms. He huffs, a somewhat laugh as one of his hands cup his jaw gently, “Yeah, uh, I haven’t had time to trim it recently…” he murmurs softly as you chuckle. You pick at your gown as his chuckle runs dry, again leaving you both in silence. As your hand picks the sleeves, it slowly goes back to the bracelet once more.
The paper star stays hooked through within the linen thread, somehow still surprised it managed to keep itself intact for so long, he picked out the star and made it with you. Right where he sat. You can feel his stare as you stare at the yellow star, you can hear his hum as he leans towards you, “You… still have that?” He asks through a surprised noting. You look away from it to him, his eye stare at the bracelet, you smile gently as you raise your wrist towards him, making him shift.
“Yup, you’ll be surprised to know how impactful the paper I was able to find back then, just wish they had different colours other than white, yellow, blue, red… Do you still have yours?” You ask as your eyes look to his soft look, gently twirling with bracelet, even his fingers would gently cradle your hand to look at it more carefully. “Simon.” You say gently as he smiles down at the star between his finger, the very one he held that night.
“Of course… hm, I’ve kept yours with me since I had to go on those raids…” his voice trails but his hands leave yours, gently shifting his left arm sleeve revealing small brackets that looked to be Eden related, one that caught your attention was one of a circle incase that contained a leaf. ‘Was that from the tree?’ You thought as he shifts one that immediately makes your breath hitch.
It was your bracelet, the red star, hanging gently from his wrist.
From the close distance you can see it seemed scuffed and slightly dirty, you crack a smile but one of pity of the messy state. Your hand reaches outwards to grasp his arm whole to bring it to your lap, he shifts from your movements but allows you to admire his wrist. You cup his hand as your other touches the bracelets, your red star between the threads, sitting with the years of whatever Eden was making him do, for the sake of the legacy Eden so praised and worshiped.
You break a quiet breath as your hand slides up his wrist, his skin was still tan but a healed white scar imbedded with his skin makes you stare in disbelief, pain, and quiet sadness. What the hell was Eden… you bite your lip as he sighs, looking away. In a small silent response by him you look at him, at his distant gaze, “Where were you Simon…” you plea as he continues to look away.
“Eden made the Brotherhood go through raids, we raided stations for resources, supplies… we had to kill people before they could attack back, the whole Brotherhood did it, for Eden.” He murmured in gentle silence as you stare at his outcasted face. Feeling your heart drop as you hunch over his wrist once again, “How many?” You ask.
“I don’t know, but… too many to count. Why bother if it’ll raise…” he grunted, sensing his slight hostility before huffing. You feel your heart skip a beat as your eyes continue to look at the red star, rubbing his wrist and ruff skin as the scar stares at you. He looks at your hands gently, “I always kept your star with me, even after those days… I wished I could always come back here, to see you again.” He whimpers softly before looking at the tree.
The tree looms and stares back in silent awareness, you look back at his face as you gap your mouth by his words, your hearts still skips by his tone, his voice different and more gruff… he grew up like you, you still loved the days he visited you on late nights, to hangout in front of the last tree, to make paper origamis with you… you missed him, you didn’t see him as the Butcher of Eden. Simon… your Simon. “I always waited for you.” He sighs softly, “I know, I’m sorry I took so long…” he apologizes quietly, his hand in yours shifts.
Threading his fingers with your right hand, where your bracelet laid, his bracelet he made for you, your star. You give a bitter smile as you feel him shift his head to look back you, look to meet his half lidded gaze, his tired face in a quiet expression of sadness and guilt, he leans closer to as you hitch a breath, “I’m sorry sorry y/n… please I’m so…” he shakes his head in softly as you grip his hand back. You gasp out a breath, “I missed you so much, Simon…” you whisper out as his expression shifts to more grief.
You lean towards his lips as he gently connects with yours, a silent kiss between you two beneath the tree of Eden, the Fathers voice ringing of the consistent prayer and never ending praise or hate of your own hope of this world. You kissed him with all your hope you had left as his other hand cradles your cheek softly, humming ever so quietly as you tilt your head. The light looms above as the void watches, your stars still connected as you feel butterflies fill your stomach.
He was back, he came back… you never once forgotten his confession to you the day you last saw him… it made sense why he had to go for so long. He huffs as he pulls you close to his body to lean over you, you respond with a lean back. Hands gripping tightly together as your other hand cups his hand on your cheek.
You both break, gasp softly with a sigh, leaning your foreheads together gently as he looks at you, you stare back in quiet silence. You smile ever so slightly “I still love you, I never gave up hope for you…” he huffs as his thumb rubs your back hand, “Your star gave me hope to see you again, I will never stop loving you…” you give a breathy laugh, gently moving to hug him, his large body was so broadening, his muscles shift as he hugs your small body back.
He was back… he’ll never… “I won’t leave you alone in this world. We both have each other in this broken universe.” You shut your eyes and bury your face into his neck, your Eden tattoos touch in contact. But your stars are what kept you still having hope in this world, he had you, you had him.
AN: fun fact about me I make small tiny paper boats and airplanes out of paper whenever I’m bored, was an cope just to have nine tiny boats around me lol(I’m such a loser) dawww I love writing fluff once an while, I had this idea in my mind for a while and thought the idea of both Simon and reader meeting in Eden, only to bond away from the bullshit Eden spit out. ALSO IM SO DAMN SORRY ANON FOR THIS LATE RESPONSE PLEASE FORGIVE ME I FEEL SO DAMN GUILTY FOR LEAVING THIS IN THE DARK LONGER THEN EXPECTED!!! I hope you enjoy this and have fun with lovey Simon💗💗
See yall!! ENJOY AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
