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Simon/Kieren fic

Originally a head canon but I kept writing so…have a Simon/Kieren mini fic. A fluffy Simon/Kieren mini fic.

maybe hurt/comfort too. Yeah.

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Simon is hesitant to show Kieren his scar. He has this awful image in his head of what his reaction will be. Bad. Because how could it be good when the gory blackened open wound that runs the length of his back is anything but good. It’s not pretty and it’s not nice to look at, not at all. So he hides it the best he can. And when Kieren starts spending nights at the bungalow Simon’s extra careful when getting dressed, making sure he’s turned in a way that Kieren won’t see anything should he come wandering in.

The first time Kieren sees it, its an accident. Simon can’t believe it, he was being so careful. But apparently he’d let his guard down because clearly he wasn’t listening for Kieren’s soft footsteps thinking he had at least 5 minutes before his boyfriend came back from calling Jem.

If his heart was still able to, it would’ve stopped beating in his chest at hearing Kieren suck in a sharp breath. Panic sets in as he listens to Kieren’s breath hiss back out through his nose. Simon tenses because this is it. This is what’s gonna drive Kieren away, he’s hideous and grotesque and Kieren finally sees it. It’s happening.

But just as Simon is really beginning to lose it there are lips pressed to the top of his spine, pressing whisper soft kisses to the first few knobs of his spine. And gentle fingers come up to hover at the edges of his scar, Simon gasps. He doesn’t move, just let’s Kieren do this. Afraid if he did move, Kieren would stop and he doesn’t want him to, doesn’t ever want him to. Kieren’s nose running along his hairline makes Simon turn his head to the side, he meets wide eyes over his shoulder. 

"You were hiding this from me," Kieren’s voice is only mildly accusatory, his soft smile dilutes the sting that should come with the words. Simon doesn’t say anything, doesn’t have anything to say to that because he was and now he feels a bit bad.

"They did this," is the next thing Kieren says, it isn’t a question. Simon knows who he means without having to ask, he nods his head, lips pull into a tight smile as his eyes begin to burn. 

"I’m sorry," Kieren whispers against his cheek as his hands come around to clasp over Simon’s bare chest. "I’m so sorry Simon," and it sounds like an apology for so much more than just what he went through at the treatment center. He places his hands over Kieren’s which have begun to tremble over his chest, squeezes them softly as way of accepting the apology for something that in no way is Kieren’s fault. 

"I’d like to hurt them for doing this to you." He can’t help the tight laugh that escapes his mouth at that, rubs his thumb smoothly along Kieren’s wrist as Kieren nuzzles into his shoulder. 

"You’ll have to get in line I’m afraid,"

Kieren laughs shortly, leaves a few kisses against Simon’s shoulder and he’s pretty sure he hears Kieren mumble something that sounds like ‘I’d wait in that line, bastards’.

He’s quiet for a few moments and Simon’s content to stand within the comfortable circle of Kieren’s arms. 

"Still think you’re gorgeous," Kieren whispers barely audible. He turns around, takes Kieren’s face in his hands, looks deep into those white eyes and sees nothing but truth and sincerity and love. "You’re gorgeous Simon." 

His lips twitch into a smile as he watches Kieren grin up at him. Kisses that smile for all he’s worth and holds Kieren close as he does. 

And later when they’re laying in bed, Kieren’s head resting comfortably on his shoulder, fingers drawing patterns into the taut flesh of his stomach, Simon is reminded not for the first time, and certainly not the last, just how incredible Kieren is. And how unbelievably lucky he is to have him all to himself.

Head canon: Siren honeymoon

Head canon: Simon takes Kieren to Paris after they get married. They spend their honeymoon in the City of Light. And they stroll through the Parisian streets, walk hand in hand along the Seine. And they visit Notre Dame and the Louvre and they kiss at the top of the Eiffel tower. And Kieren tries to paint the gorgeous view from their hotel balcony but Simon distracts him with kisses and quick fingers and he has to drag his boyfriend, no sorry his *husband* back into the room by the elastic of his briefs so the whole city doesn’t see what follows. (Simon does NOT like to share). And they just spend an amazing two weeks just getting lost in the most romantic city in the world and seeing the sights and not seeing anything but the sights of their hotel room. And they admire the glittering lights of Paris from the comfort of each other’s arms and make love and have sex and make love and have sex and they’re happy and married and in love and ahh! ~ I’m gonna stop now, sorry. I’m such a sucker for my otps being married and happy and SIREN HUBBIES! COME ON

Siren "artistic" boyfriends

Kieren is an artist, professionally and Simon has like no artistic ability what so ever. But he doesn't like to be left out, actually he likes to think he's rather handy with the pretty paints his boyfriend uses to create his art. Only Simon doesn't believe in brushes and Kieren's body is his canvas. Kieren is the most beautiful thing Simon has ever laid eyes on, whether he's wearing cover up or not, white eyes or brown, he doesn't care. He does however love the look of Kieren covered, head to toe in every color of the rainbow.

Fingers track red acrylic up the long line of Kieren's leg, smudge on his knees, swirl over the sinewy muscle of his thighs. Lips press firm under a beautiful jaw line as blue paint is smeared across a taut stomach. Orange colors hips, pink covers arms, purple spreads over a heaving chest. Grey mixes with the pale skin of Kieren's feet as Simon picks one up to kiss the instep sending Kieren into a fit of giggles. Simon leans back in, kisses him quiet before he continues, smiles at the happy eyes watching his every move with interest and lust.

Green across his forehead, down his cheeks, over his nose as Simon works his tongue deep into Kieren's mouth and white gets tangled in wild, strawberry blonde hair as Kieren arches into the touches, gasps as Simon pushes inside him. 

And when they're done, curled up in a mess of paint and limbs, Kieren runs long fingers over Simon's well muscled chest. 

"See I'm an artist too," Simon hums, hand getting caught in hair caked with paint. 

"Yeah, I guess you are," he gives his boyfriend a fond, sleepy smile, blinks up at him slowly, sated...Kieren's filled with happiness at Simon's proud grin but he's also kinda dreading the shower and scrubbing that's awaiting them.

is it Simon in that drawing? if it is right, When Kieren drew Simon? i think Kieren drew him while Simon was missing.