oneofsookies

[oneofsookies]

Had this idea of soldier!simon and rebel!reader and ended up with this monstrosity of 2.2k words. Enjoy!

You used to dream together, spend hours talking of a life far from home, free of all the familiarity and memories. The perfect fantasy of a power duo, able to defeat all bad guys, move mountains and reach new heights if only you wished to. A mere fantasy indeed, for it's been years since you've last seen him, nor do you wish to cross paths with him ever again.

However, for there to be a future, one had to come to terms with the past, and destiny, -always the wiser but nevertheless aggravating- seemed to have the pieces perfectly placed to teach you a lesson.

Familiar as the eyes in front of you seemed, the gaze they looked at you with was the clear sign that time had passed and he had long forgotten about you. And you could not blame him, time was not kind to you, and change was a weapon you had to use in order to survive. It pained you, raising the weapon at who used to be the most beloved person in your heart, fighting for your life to not be killed by him, threatening his life too.

But you knew where you were getting yourself into, made it clear to your fellow rebels that you had no issues with the plan, spent hours awake preparing yourself for the day you had to encounter him, came to terms with the fact that you were working for a thing bigger than your heart issues. For the lives of the kingdom laid upon your shoulders, it was your performance what would define their freedom.

You had to be prepared to kill him, and prepared to bury a part of you with him.

What you did not prepare for, was for the cloth covering your face to be cut and snatched away by him, for his determination to crumble and let doubt shine through the cracks. You did not want this, for him to know what you let resentment build you into, make things more complicated than they were.

In seconds everything you've put your life at stake for came crumbling down. He shielded you from a soldier about to stab you, hurting himself in the arm, and a loud noise made everyone look for the origin. Only if you had raised your head, you would have seen the captain of the royal guards holding a blade near your leader. But he was injured because of you, and that made you forget completely of the reason you were there in the first place.

Stupid enough, you couldn't help but worry for him. You, in shackles, with a sure sentence of torture and beheading, could not stop thinking of the man whom you have spent hating since he ran away.

“I am so sorry” you manage to whisper, eyes never leaving the stone and cold ground of the dungeon.

“It was not your fault, dear. We knew what awaited us in case of failure” Kate breaks the silence after a few minutes, no one with the strength nor will to speak. You could not help the tears dropping on your cheeks, moving the head from one side to the other.

“I could not kill him, couldn't even hurt him” you lamented, finally the feeling that everything was coming to an end washing through you.

“That is what makes us different from that bastard” .Alejandro grumbled beside you. You took the little courage you still had in you to finally face your friends. He turned his head to face you too. “We have hearts, ones that beat and control our head even if we do not want to. We care, for we are humans”

The tinkering noise made everyone raise their heads, watching as the light of a torch came closer to their cell, illuminating the completely dark site. The door opened, and silence reigned over everyone, preparing themselves for the worst.

The soldier, whom you recognised after months of studying them, graced you with a light kick in your thigh, ordering for you to rise and follow him. You listen, looking at your people with a smile and dedicating them a wink one last time.

A million thoughts came rushing through your head as you went up the uneven and steep stairs, only hoping your death would be worth the course, doubting if you even did enough. And even when fear loomed, threatening your peace, you could not help but hope you made a change big enough for the revolution to continue even stronger. The king deserved nothing but the same he had done to the kingdom, for that was cruel enough compared to his very comfortable seat he was used to.

Begging all gods to give you strength, you let yourself be pushed into a room, praying the torture was so painful you would be unconscious for most of it. However, the cruel gods decided to respond by sending you the person you wanted to avoid the most. Him and what you came to learn, his newfound family. Yet, even when resentment started to wake up again, your eyes tried to figure out the state of his wound behind his clothes.

You sat, opposite side of the table in front of him, challenging him with your eyes. The other men stared at you behind him, all of them free from their metal armour and dressed as casual as a filthy rich traitor soldier could dress.

“Why are you doing this?” The captain asked after a few minutes of silence. You shifted your eyes at him, and a sarcastic smile could not help appear on your face.

“Why am I doing this, Captain Price?” A genuine smile formed this time when he could not hide the shock of your response.

“How you know his name?”

“Oh, Kyle, we know everything. It's common sense, is it not? You study your targets too, no? That is how you caught us after all” You teased, leaning more into the chair confidently. There really wasn't anything scarier than a human who didn't have anything to lose.

“You fucking bastards…” murmured the soldier who took you here, and a small chuckle made him look at you angry.

“MacTavish, right?” You knew you were right, but would not miss for the world the state of his telling face. “Rich coming from you, do you not think so? Worse than this bastard even.” You pointed to Simon with your head, hoping your words hurt him. “He abandoned the town that shielded him, but you let your own family be killed” He jumped and landed a punch in the left side of your face before being held down by the two men by his side. The coward just ran out the door, and you just wished you started with him.

The cry of pain that threatened to come from you was substituted with a laugh, refusing to show any other emotion apart from anger. The side of your face hurt like hell, and the men, dumb enough to not take advantage of the situation, whispered warning words to the man who was still being held down. You took the opportunity of their naiveness and started tinkering with the shackles, having to stop right when you were about to get yourself free when you heard the door open.

“You seem rusty” his voice send shivers down your spine. Only then you realised time had passed for him too, he changed as much as you did. In a moment of weakness you wondered if anything of this did not happened, would he come back for you.

He took the small metal string you stole off the boots of the younger soldier. Before you could even voice out a single word, the man held you by the chin and rubbed his fingers around the wounded part of your face with a strange gooey substance. You decided to stay quiet, taking in the details of the small part of his face that was not covered up. From time to time, he shifted his attention from your cheek to your eyes. You cursed your heart, for skipping a beat even when it demanded blood.

Quietly, he finished your job and set your hands free. You knew it was dumb, but could not help but slap his face, even when your hands demanded more. When you did not feel hands around to stop you, you made your hands into fists.

“You are a fucking traitor, a bastard just like my father, you left us and bet did not even looked back” You hit his chest, over and over again, each one with less force than the last one. And he received each one silently, just staring at you with the same pain as yours.

You stopped punching, pressing your arms against his chest and lowering your head, tears falling like waterfall. You hated him with every cell of your body, hated him when he decided to enlist, when he did not show up while they were killing the entire town, when he did not show up after two weeks of the massacre and you stayed, waited for him to come back. Hated every time he wasn't by your side like he promised. And the little faith you had in him turned into remonse the day you had to come to terms with the fact you lived now with the constant reminder of the pain of your homeland with a peg leg.

The more years passed, all the loving memories you would have nostalgic feelings for, started to feel as a lie- and the parade of welcome to the returned soldiers confirmed it. He was there alive, well and surrounded by fellow soldiers. He had the nerve to smile, like what he did was something to be proud of. Since then you stopped sending letters and trying everything to reach out to him, and started planning your vengeance for all the lives lost because of a stupid system that put every dumb, egocentric and venomous person on the throne.

“You never came back” you whispered, tired. All the pain, the resentment, the undying love had burned you all along, making out of you a mere path of ashes.

“Thought you were dead” He whispers back, his voice trembling. You notice his heart going faster, and look up when something touches your neck. He stares back at you, not hiding his wet and hurt eyes. You see how he tries to control himself, give you time to retreat and ignore the hands that are coming closer to your face. You let him hold you, holding the little dignity you had left by not nuzzling into them. They were hard, callused and yet, the warmth you had been missing all these years.

A small cough brings you back to reality, making you jump back and create some distance between the man. “We will give you some space,” one of them said, still not familiar with their voices to be able to differentiate them . He waited till the door closed to hold your hand and guide you to the chair. He kneeled in front of you, observing every part of our body.

“You still have a staring problem” You tried to make light of the situation, feeling the intensity of his gaze.

“You are so beautiful” he slid his hands under yours and held them.

“I also have a peg leg”

“Love, I am so sorry I was not by your side when you most needed me. I beg you love, please, pardon all my failures and let me amend them. I have a castle up north, and enough assets for you to live more than comfortable…” You could not hear his next words, feeling the bubble explode and taint you with blood. You heard him stop when you tore his hands off and dragged the chair back.

“Love?”

“He killed the entire town” You revealed, however his unsurprising eyes made you want to rip all your skin off. How could you be such a fool?

“Dear no, look, you do not have the full story” he made careful steps towards you, but you stepped back, hiding behind the chair.

“I do not have the full story? You were not even there, traitor!” you screamed.

“Love, sit down, please. We can talk, is going to be fine” He tried, but you only found it more infuriating.

“Oh yes, let's talk more about that venomous bastard we have for king!” he got closer, and you took more steps back, going around the table.

“Love, stop. You can't say things like that or you will be charged for treason”

“I am here for treason” You could see his desperation, his patience running thin for not being able to be always in control as he desired.

“He could pardon you love, and we could live together. Please, just trust me in this” Every word that came from his mouth was a stab to your heart, for hoping for a moment he did not turn into the man that you heard in all the intel.

“My very existence is treason, Simon. How is he going to pardon that?” You stated, defeated and aware that whatever was left between the both of you had gone up in flames the moment you saw him again.

[oneofsookies]

I just can't stop thinking that things are easy with Simon.

It's not like there weren't moments when you both wanted to run, hide and avoid the other. He is a complicated man, hard, gruff and full of sharp turns in every corner ready to push you away. You weren't perfect either, impatient, defensive and stubborn as a mule that refused to leave her ego behind to sit down and talk.

While whatever confusing connection between the two of you had been there since the very start, it took months until you shared a pleasing conversation that lasted more than three minutes.

Simon is a man who knows what he wants, and even though he is an emotionally constipated one, he is aware and alert of his mind, which is something I have to give him credit for. However, knowing and listening are very different things, and while he struggled to come to terms with the fact that he had to give his guarded heart, you weren't going to wait for -what felt like- a millennium. It's not like you denied the tension, glances and accidental touches, it's just that you weren't willing to wait seated and pause a part of your life for a man who couldn't decide whether he was going to stay or go. That was just the start. It took a lot of fights, discussions, tears and middle grounds for both of you to reach the point where you are.

I know this might sound totally opposite of my first statement.

While all you wanted to do was run away and give up, going back and working together just felt right. He made it easy for you to feel safe, welcome and come what may, strong and sure. You knew since the very first moment that it wasn't going to be a walk-in-the-park type of relationship, that you both had a lot to learn and give in, that it was going to take work. And hard work was indeed, one big artwork built on affirmations, understanding, lessons and choices to stay and improve.

For your partnership was the most important thing for both, the magnum opus that showed the uncertainty of love might be hard, but loving comes as naturally as night falls.

[oneofsookies]

I often see fics of Simon being a dickhead to reader, so, why cant reader be a bitch too?

note: english is not my first language, sorry if this is crap.

Sometimes life isn't easy, and other times, throwing yourself out of a window doesn't sound like a bad option. Moving, for example, made you want to choose the latter after realising you had to move all your things to your new flat on the fifth floor and the lift just happened to be broken.

While the first trips trough the stairs were trying to hype yourself up, thinking and sometimes even whispering to yourself encouraging words, by the tenth trip, the only things that went to your mind were curses to your past self being a fucking rat for renting a van and doing everything on your own instead of getting help.

“Need a hand?” You were aware that you should be thankful for the random acts of kindness; however, at the moment, that question seemed more like a stupid one instead of a solidarity one.

“Oh god no, thanks, as you can see, climbing five floors with a fucking table behind my back is something im actually very capable of” You turned, ready to shot him with the most polite smile you've ever learned after years working as a barista, only to hope a window was near for you to jump off. For the very kind soul, victim of your frustration, just happened to be huge and thick beam pole of a man that looked in fact, capabler than you.

He, however, decided to laugh it off and take his duffle bag, leaving it near you. Before you could even form a thought, the weight lessened and he was already walking up the stairs with a whole desk in his hands. Without many options, you took the bag off the floor and followed him to your door.

“Name's Simon” he says after placing the table following your instructions. You hand him his bag.

“Nice to meet you, Simon” You run your sweaty hands through your pants, screaming at the sky for having to leave your pride aside. “Sorry for the, you know.” You felt him trying to fight a chuckle, and were sure that if you could only see his face, you would punch the smile that is on his face.

“Anyways, thanks” you settle for ending the interaction before another comment went out of your mouth or you received a very much deserved punch. Awkwardly, you fought with your keys to open the door, and struggled to get the table inside under his gaze.

“See you around, neighbour” This was your turn to watch him, cursing the sky for such an embarrassing moment and your stupid mouth that didn't seem to care for your dignity.

What you didn't know was the fact that he had been watching since the moment you arrived with the van, interrupting his peaceful smoke before entering the crowded home he lived in. He observed with a curious gaze, later to find himself amused by the strings of words and actions he caught every time you passed by his side.

For the next months, you occasionally see him. Unwillingly,- totally not because you paid attention to him well enough- you came to learn what days you both got stuck in a deafening silence in the now, fixed lift. And often days, when your schedules didn't match, you just happened to run out of essentials and got to catch a glimpse of him in the lobby.

You were curious, you could not deny that fact. However, whatever glimpse of more, got quickly shut down every time he opened his mouth. You found his whole person distasteful, boring and very easily hateable.

Were you being unreasonable? Maybe. But you weren't hurting anyone, and the thing you sought was eye candy for your boring life, not to uncover a mystery man with the weird hobby of looking like he was about to rob a bank.

“You into all that?” You turn your head, realising he had been watching your phone over your shoulder. Fucking weirdo. Choosing peace, you just nod, closing the tab full of computers and going to any social media.

What you were unaware of was that the deafening but part of the routine silence you shared twice a day was going to be replaced with awkward, questionable and strange fill-in conversations that he insisted on having. And one day, you just had enough of it.

“You don't have to talk to me, you know that, right?” You burst, interrupting him mid-phrase. He stared at you, and you could only wish you had X-ray vision to see his expression.

“You this bitchy to everyone or just the ones trying to be polite?” He fired back. You bit the inside of your cheek, deciding whether to answer or finally give him the punch you've been itching for.

“I am in fact a very pleasing person to talk to when people don't stare at my ass and tits everytime they see me” You lied, knowing that in fact, you were a bitch to everyone. Did not lie about the staring, for it was something you were sure of after a week of running into him.

You got off the elevator, wishing you could just top it off with the punch, but decided not to for the well-being of your hand.

[oneofsookies]

Me with you guys simping over hot men