#ice king x reader x betty grof

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yo could you write like reader x ice king x magic betty

like i did like the reader being frozen before the mushroom war you did in one of the ice king x reader posts. so they know simon and they use that to help betty to get used to ice king and betty falls in love with over a date all three of them have. so like ice king now has two girlfriends and he’s so happy like doing happy dances flying around giggling making ice sculptures of reader and betty as gifts.

OKAY I REALLY LIKE THIS!!! 1: its cute 2: i was trying to figure out what to do with betty in this au 3: ice king deserves two girlfriends!!

as i wrote this it ended up more like.... how it started vs actual dating so feel free to ask for more :3

Ice King and Betty (Adventure Time)

At first, you were all for Betty trying to find a way to reverse the crown's magic. As much as you grew to love the Ice King, there was a nagging part of you that felt... wrong about it. Simon was in there somewhere- he certainly proved he was when he was back long enough to bring Betty into the future.

But Betty just... kept getting worse. Obsessed. Insane. It got the point where she actually ended up hurting him by trying to rewrite the crown, on top of kidnapping poor Gunther. You had to do something.

You caught her in Ice King's "the past" room one night, after Gunther woke you up. She was going through Simon's old things to try and find any clues. She almost ran when you found her, but you convinced her to stay. To hear you out.

"Betty... I know we weren't close back in the day, but you know I cared about Simon too- we were good friends. But..." you felt yourself get choked up. The only person who understood was Marceline, and that wasn't something you felt was appropriate to bring up with her. You didn't know her as well as you did Betty.

"But right now, he isn't here- you're hurting him, Betty," you pleaded, voice cracking. Her angry stare weakened, brows creasing in concern. You crossed your arms, pulling the blanket around you tighter.

"Messing with the crown like that- he was jerking around and his contorting and slamming into walls-! Do you want to do that to Simon?" Her shoulders fell, and her gaze dropped to the picture of them that she was holding. You could see her lip wobble. Slowly, you made your way over to her.

"But there has to be a way to get him back," she whispered like she needed to hear that there was. Almost like a child's wishful thinking. You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tight. She returned it full force, burying her face into your shoulder with a harsh sob.

"If there is, this isn't the way... And you know that." Your own tears fell. Both of you mourned the man you knew, something you've done a few times since your revelation. You sunk to the ground with her, not hearing little feet plapping away from the door.

"And... Ice King's a good guy," you sniffed after a long cry, voice hoarse. Betty cleared her throat, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. She looked at you skeptically. You smiled weakly in response.

"He really is. He's funny, he's sweet- sure sometimes he has bad days but... he's the nicest guy I've ever been with. I think you'd like him, if... if you'd stop looking at him as just Simon". You held her hands, silently pleading she'd at least agree to leave him alone- to stop experimenting on him.

"... I am?" You both jumped, whipping around to see a bed-raggled Ice King holding a sleepy penguin. He was looking at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised to hear such nice words from you. You sighed, getting up and helping Betty stand. You nodded toward him, and then he smirked.

"Well, I mean... duh! You'd never date anyone as rad as me! Plus, being with a king as his perks, huh, baby?" he winked. He shooed Gunther off to bed as you shook your head. You heard Betty sniff, and your smile fell.

"Hey, what's the weird lady d-?" "Uh.... Ice King, sweetie, could... you do me a big favor? I know you're tired but... I'd appreciate it." At your pet name, he visibly perked up. You felt a little bad knowing that he'd do anything you asked if you asked it like that, but you needed him right now. Of course, he said yeah.

"Could you make that little platform and take us flying? I can't sleep and... neither can Betty." You squeezed her hand. Ice King was delighted that you wanted him to do something like that- he was always happy to be useful. He motioned for you to follow him to the exit, where he made the platform for you to get on. Betty opted to fly next to you both instead.

"I know just the place, baby and lady! Stars get REAL pretty around here this time'a year!" He flew you away from the Ice Kingdom and past Finn and Jake's treehouse. Up to another mountain range nearby where the tip pierced the clouds. He was right- the stars were beautiful.

He kept the ice platform floating in mid air, sitting next to you. Betty hesitated, but at the nod of your head she plopped herself on Ice King's other side. You leaned against him, and he was surprised when Betty did the same. Ice King didn't even flinch at the extra attention, more than happy to just have people with him.

As you three watched the stars, you heard Betty crying softly again. You both looked over, but she was staring straight ahead.

"I think I'm willing to try... to get to know him," was all she could get out without fully breaking into sobs. Ice King hesitated, before putting his hand on her upper back. You reached across his lap to grab her hand.

"That's all I'm asking, Betty." Ice King blinked, confused, before putting two and two together. A grin crossed his face.

"Hey, and I'm a great guy to know- especially if you're bored! Watch THIS!" He snapped his fingers, zapping small statues into the ice in front of you. A tiny you and a tiny Betty in the style of music box ballerinas. They held hands, skating together across a small section of the platform. You saw Betty smile.

"Yeah... maybe you are."

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Maybe a monster

Pairing: Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof

Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline

Summary: Simon's brows furrowed slightly. "Noah didn't bring them this time," he mentioned casually, revealing an unexpected insight.

Betty paused in her tracks, a bit surprised. "Well, no, how did you—"

Simon rubbed his tired eyes, his senses gradually sharpening. "Didn't feel his scent lingering this time."

One evening, as the clock neared 20:00, Betty was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The aroma of her cooking filled the air, but she was so engrossed in her task that she didn't notice Simon's silent entry. He was in his pajamas, looking a bit disheveled, and he hadn't put on his glasses yet.

Simon's eyes fell on the blood bags that were neatly arranged on the kitchen counter, and he couldn't help but scoff slightly at the sight. Simon's voice immediately startled her as she turned around, a mixture of surprise and relief in her eyes. "Oh. You scared me, Simon."

Simon scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled “That wasn’t my intention.”

Betty's smile was warm and understanding. "It's alright. I didn't expect you to wake up so soon." She knew how difficult this transition was for him. Simon still found himself struggling to adapt to his new life. He missed the warm embrace of the sun, the chirping of birds, and the feeling of being fully alive.

Betty was really happy that Simon finally started to sleep, even if he began sleeping during the day and their paths often diverged. She still pushed herself to stay awake until midnight, that is until she felt like her eyes were closing on their own. She felt like they didn’t spend a lot of time together now and it broke her heart a little. Simon also knew how much she sacrificed to accommodate his new needs and words could not express how greatful he was to even have her in his life. But he also yearned for more time together, for their conversations, their laughter, and the simple comfort of being in each other's presence.

Simon approached Betty and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers. "At least I'm starting to sleep full days," he said, his voice a mixture of exhaustion and relief. At least I’m starting to sleep.

Betty gently kissed his jawline, her affection unwavering. "If you're hungry, there are some blood bags in the fridge or on the counter," she offered. That was another problem for Simon. It was especially difficult for him to accept his need for blood, now that he wasn’t actively starved like he was in the organization. They had tried to break him, Betty realized this early on. Now that he was free and no longer tortured, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and wrongness that came with drinking blood.

What she didn’t know if Tiffany really tried to help Simon. It felt like she just wanted him to lose control, so that they could end him right there and then.

Simon's brows furrowed slightly. "Noah didn't bring them this time," he mentioned casually, revealing an unexpected insight.

Betty paused in her tracks, a bit surprised. "Well, no, how did you—“

Simon rubbed his tired eyes, his senses gradually sharpening. "Didn't feel his scent lingering this time."

Betty couldn't help but smile slightly, proud of his progress. "Right," she replied.

Betty observed Simon, noticing he showed no inclination towards drinking the blood bags. "Why don't you help me?" she suggested, hoping to distract him.

Simon perked up, glad for the diversion. "Okay, with what?" he asked, eager to be of assistance.

Betty leaned in, kissing the corner of his lips tenderly. "Cut me some carrots and onions, please," she requested with a smile.

Simon's lips curved into a mischievous smile, inadvertently revealing his fangs. "Yes, ma’am," he replied playfully, a touch of his newfound vampiric nature showing through.

Betty rolled her eyes affectionately. "Maybe it would be a good idea to take your glasses first," she pointed out, chuckling at his forgetfulness.

Simon chuckled in return. "Right, to be honest, I really thought being transformed into a vampire would cure my myopia," he admitted.

Betty just smiled and playfully shrugged as Simon left the kitchen to retrieve his glasses from the nightstand in their bedroom. As he walked into their room, his gaze was drawn to a framed photo of the two of them during an expedition. It was a moment frozen in time, one where Simon had started to realize just how deeply he loved Betty. The memory of that adventure, with its shared laughter and the challenges they faced together, had a special place in his heart.

With a wistful smile, he picked up his glasses, briefly tracing the outline of the frame as he sighed. But soon Betty's voice echoed from the kitchen, breaking his reverie. "Please do not get lost in our labyrinth of a home, Simon!" she called out with a hint of playful exasperation in her tone.

Chuckling at her playful remark, Simon replied, "I'm coming!" He quickly put on his glasses and he made his way back to the kitchen to join her.

Betty was rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, searching for some ingredients she needed as Simon entered the kitchen again. As she was deep in thought, trying to find what she was looking for, Simon moved quietly behind her. He couldn't resist the urge to express his affection, so he gently kissed her hair as he passed by.

A warm smile graced Betty's face as she felt the tender kiss. She turned to find Simon already at the cutting board, ready to chop the carrots. Her eyes met his, and in that moment, her heart swelled with love and admiration for the man who had become her fiancé. “You’re so corny.”

Simon's heart, too, skipped a beat as he saw the adoration in Betty's eyes. “And you aren’t?”

“Never said I wasn’t.”

Simon shoke his head and then started to chop some carrots, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board filling the kitchen. Betty had moved on to washing some dishes as she engaged in a casual conversation with him."I was thinking of making some cookies after this. Thoughts?" Betty asked, her tone lighthearted and inquisitive.

Simon's smile widened as he glanced over at her. "You know I will never say no to cookies. Or chocolate, in fact," he responded.

Betty chuckled as she continued with the dishes. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," she replied with a playful tone, appreciating Simon's enthusiasm.

Simon soon finished chopping the carrots, and he went to put on some music. He chose Betty's favorite song, knowing how much she loved it. The familiar melody filled the kitchen, and Betty couldn't help but smile as she heard the first notes. "Yes, I literally love you," she quipped, her heart filled with warmth.

Simon feigned surprise, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just for me putting on your favorite song? Those are some low standards, Ms. Grof," he teased.

"If you put it like that..." Betty started, her voice trailing off with a playful tone as she stopped the water running from the tap. She didn't bother wiping her wet hands and instead moved toward Simon with a glint of mischief in her eyes. It was clear she had something in mind.

Betty took Simon's hands into her own and asked with a twinkle in her eye, "May I have this dance?" Her voice was filled with warmth and affection.

Simon raised an eyebrow, a hint of humor dancing in his eyes. "Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that?" he responded with a sly smile.

Betty chuckled softly as she pulled him closer, her hands still wet. "Well, you didn't," she pointed out, not giving in to his teasing so easily.

Simon couldn't help but laugh at her determination. "You didn't wipe your hands again," he remarked with a playful grin.

Betty didn't waste any more time on words. With a warm smile, she simply said, "Shush now and dance with me."

And Simon didn’t say anything after that.

Betty couldn't resist the inviting rhythm, and she still held Simon's hands, leading him to the center of the room. Her laughter echoed, a melody more entrancing than the music itself. With each step, her heart quickened, a rhythm Simon found irresistible. As they swayed, Betty guided, her energy infectious and her joy contagious and Simon couldn't help but revel in the beauty of it.

Simon had never been much of a dancer, but he was determined to keep up with Betty's quick rhythm. With her in the lead, they twirled and swayed in perfect harmony. As they continued to dance, Betty's breathing quickened, and Simon could tell that she was nearing the end of her stamina. He held her closer, making sure she didn't falter as the music picked up its pace. With each passing beat, their movements became more exhilarating, and Betty's laughter turned into joyous gasps.

Finally, as the song reached its crescendo, the music came to an end, and they both stopped in the center of the kitchen. Betty leaned against Simon, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She put her head on his chest, listening to the reassuring rhythm of his beating heart.

Simon gently stroked her hair and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. He could feel her heart gradually returning to its normal pace. He looked down at Betty with a fond smile and whispered, "You're incredible, you know that?"

Betty looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and a playful glint. "Well, I did have a great dance partner," she replied with a hint of mischief in her voice.

Simon chuckled softly and held her even closer. "No, it's you, Betty. You make every moment feel so alive and full of joy.”

Betty's laughter filled the room once again, and she lifted her head from his chest to meet his gaze. "And you make me feel more alive than ever, Simon." They shared a tender kiss, reaffirming their love in that quiet kitchen. Simon and Betty's kiss deepened, a shared passion and longing that could only be described as true love. But just as their embrace intensified, the distant sound of a kitchen appliance interrupted the moment.

Betty had left a pot unattended for too long, and it now demanded her immediate attention. She pulled away from the kiss, laughing, and said, "Oops, looks like dinner's calling for me."

Simon smiled, his lips still tingling from their kiss. "I'll help you with that,"

Betty reached the stove, turned it off, and then she glanced at the carrots Simon had chopped earlier and let out a soft sigh. "Simon, you chopped them too big again," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Simon scratched the back of his neck, betraying his lack of culinary expertise. "I'm doing my best, you know?" he replied with a sheepish grin.

Betty chuckled, her love for him evident in every smile. "I know. Don't worry."

She took over the task of chopping the carrots, expertly cutting them into more manageable pieces. As she did, she turned to Simon and said, "Find me some salt and pepper, please."

Simon nodded and playfully saluted. "My pleasure, chef." He made his way to the kitchen cabinet to fetch the seasonings. He took them but then immediately froze, his heart beginning to race.

A sharp, involuntary curse escaped Betty’s lips, "Shit!" And the salt and pepper shakers slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor as his eyes turned a deep, ominous shade of red. Involuntarily, his claws extended, his fangs elongated, and he backed away from Betty, his primal instincts battling his love for her. The scent of her blood as it flowed from the cut on her finger filled the air, intoxicating and irresistible to his heightened senses.

Panicking, Betty immediately reached for a napkin and wrapped it around her injured finger to stop the bleeding. "I'm so sorry, Simon!" She cried out, her voice laced with guilt and fear.

Desperate to control his thirst, Simon's gaze darted to a bag of stored blood on the counter. Without hesitation, he grabbed one and sank his fangs into it, drinking from it like a wild animal. The crimson liquid coursed through his veins, soothing the hunger that had momentarily taken over.

Betty, her hands now washed and the bleeding under control, looked over to see Simon on the kitchen floor, breathing heavily. The bag of animal blood was empty, and she felt a pang of sorrow for the internal struggle he faced.

"I'm sorry," she said softly from where she stood, feeling a mix of guilt and helplessness.

Simon managed to catch his breath and said, "There's nothing for you to apologize for."

"I know, I just—" Betty began, but Simon gently interrupted her, "It's fine. You're fine, that's what matters."

Betty nodded slowly, taking in the gravity of the situation. She moved slowly towards him, taking a seat on the cold kitchen floor next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, seeking comfort and offering her presence as a solace.

"It was too good to be true to have a whole normal night, huh?" she murmured, the disappointment evident in her voice. Simon sniffled, the weight of their reality settling in as he leaned his head against hers. "Yeah..."

Betty let out a small chuckle, her breathy laughter muffled by Simon's shoulder. "I wasn't talking about this," she said, her tone lightening, "I was referring to the cookies. I don't think I have the motivation to bake them anymore."

Simon's head shook, his lips curving into a small smile despite the lingering tension from the recent incident. "That really is a shame," he replied as Betty squeezed his hand.

Tiffany, the third superior in the organization, listened intently to the conversation between Simon and Betty. Her ears picked up their words through the collar they had placed on Simon to monitor him. She was joined by the director, and after a moment of silence, she spoke softly, "He's... managing."

The director, a more composed figure, replied, "If he didn't, I would be surprised."

Tiffany couldn't shake the unease in her gut. "Don't you think he's too dangerous?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

The director remained silent for a moment, then responded, "No. At least not yet. We still don't know if he's going to have an ability of some sorts.”

Tiffany sighed, her worry evident as she continued, "I know the whole goal is the integration of turned vampires back into society because they were once human, but Simon isn't—"

The director interrupted her, his confidence unwavering. "He's going to be alright, as long as his fiancée is there."

Tiffany bit her lip, the frustration building. "You really think that he won't become a Ripper?"

The director just left the room, leaving Tiffany with a sense of frustration and anger. “Fuck him.”

The guard in the room looked at Tiffany as she stood up "If it was up to me, he would have been long gone," she admitted, her voice tinged with anger.

The guard nodded slowly.

"Get me something to drink. I can't work like this Noah," Tiffany finally said, her frustration palpable.

Notes: I really enjoyed writing this. What do you think Betty’s favourite song could be? I’m thinking of something with a fast rhythm, but who knows?

Thanks for reading and if you have any ideas,feel free to write them below!🫶🏻

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Maybe a monster

Pairing: Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof

Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline

Summary: “Hey. Hey, Simon. Breathe with me.”

“Don’t” Simon snapped, before he looked horrified. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I meant-"

Simon sat in the back seat of Noah's car, the world outside passing by in a blur. His mind was a tumultuous storm of confusion. He'd spent what felt like an eternity confined within the cold, sterile walls of the secretive organization, a place where they had forced him to feed on animal blood, slowly weaning him off the human craving.

Which they succeeded in, I suppose.

Betty was sitting beside him, her worried gaze fixed on him as she squeezed his hand gently, trying to offer him some comfort.

Noah was the one driving them home and the silence weighed heavy on the air, the tension in the car palpable. It was actually him who broke the silence, his voice filled with a sense of unease "How was Tiffany treating you?" he asked, his eyes briefly darting to the rearview mirror.

Simon furrowed his brow, struggling to recall who Tiffany was. The name seemed vaguely familiar, but his memories were a jumble. "Tiffany...?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and uncertain.

Betty sensed his discomfort and held his hand even tighter. She didn't want this conversation to go down that path. "Noah, maybe now isn't the best time to bring that up," she said softly, her eyes pleading with him to drop the subject.

Noah sighed, not realizing his mistake. "Oh, you don't know her name," he mumbled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "She was the woman who... helped you get used to animal blood. She wasn't that hard on you, was she?"

Simon's eyes suddenly turned crimson, a dark anger flashing within them. He clenched his jaw, his fangs pressing against his lips. " Helped me? How can you say that?" he hissed, his voice laced with frustration and anger. The memories of the torment he had endured from her were flooding back.

Betty felt the tension in the car escalate and squeezed Simon's hand with all her might, silently imploring him to calm down. Noah winced, realizing that his choice of words had been far from ideal. "I'm sorry," he stammered, choosing his words more carefully this time. "Help wasn't a good word, I suppose. But she was trying to make the transition easier for you, even if it didn't feel that way."

Simon's anger flared, and he felt an overwhelming urge to lash out at Noah. "Were you there? To see what she was doing to me?" he seethed, his nails digging into the palm of his hand as he fought to control himself.

Noah let out a weary sigh, keeping his eyes on the road. "No, Simon, I wasn't there. But I know the procedure. You think I don’t do it too?" He tried to convey a sense of understanding, but his voice was strained.

Simon's resentment simmered just beneath the surface. "So you tortured people," he accused, his words dripping with bitterness.

Noah's grip on the steering wheel tightened even more as he wrestled with the weight of Simon's accusation. "Simon, it isn't like that—“ he began, his voice low and apologetic, but before he could explain further, Betty intervened.

"All right!" Betty interjected, her voice tinged with urgency. "I was thinking maybe you tell us about the collar he's wearing." She pointed to the sleek silver collar around Simon's neck. It glistened under the soft interior car lights, and there was something about it that felt off to her.

Simon's attention was momentarily diverted from his anger as he touched the collar, his fingers tracing the cold metal. "I don't even know why they put this on me," he mumbled, his voice a mixture of confusion and resignation. "It's supposed to be some kind of tracking device, I guess. But I can't get it off, and it's been driving me crazy."

Noah nodded, his eyes focused on the collar. "It's a standard precaution," he explained. "They use it to monitor newly turned vampires until they're deemed safe. They can control it remotely, restrict your movements, and even incapacitate you if necessary. It's not pleasant, but it's something they do to keep tabs on you."

Betty's curiosity led her to another question. She leaned closer to Simon, her voice soft but inquisitive. "So the collar has some kind of microphone in it?" She was trying to understand the extent of the surveillance they had been under.

Noah nodded, confirming her suspicion. "Unfortunately, yes," he admitted. "They can listen in on your conversations, but don't worry too much. It's mostly the ones in charge of you who have access to the information. They use it to make sure you're adapting to your new life and following the rules."

Simon's anger simmered, and he clenched his fists, the idea of constant surveillance making him feel like a prisoner once more. "So they hear everything?" he growled, his frustration mounting.

Noah, realizing Simon's discomfort, tried to offer some reassurance. "If it makes you feel better," he began, "in about two months, they'll likely remove the collar. It's a probationary period they impose on new vampires. If you prove that you can live peacefully with humans and control your instincts, they'll grant you more freedom. That's the goal, Simon, to get you back to a normal life."

Simon leaned his head back against the car seat and let out a heavy sigh. "Great," he muttered, a mix of exhaustion and resignation in his voice. It felt like an uphill battle. He was already so tired, how can he keep going?

Betty turned to him, her expression filled with tenderness, and gently kissed his cheek. "Hey, everything is alright," she reassured him, her lips lingering against his skin for a moment. She wanted to convey her love and support, to let him know that they were in this together.

Noah, perhaps not sensing that he had said enough for the moment, chimed in again. "But the good thing is," he began, "you don't have to go back to our base. Unless, of course, you do something, which wouldn't be ideal—"

Betty couldn't help but interject, giving him a pointed look. "Thank you, Noah ." she said with a hint of exasperation in her voice. "I think we get the idea."

Noah, feeling the weight of the awkward moment he had caused, chuckled nervously. "Right, uh—I'll stop talking," he said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. He focused on the road ahead instead, his eyes returning to the task at hand.

Simon couldn't help but chuckle as well, the tension in the car easing slightly. He appreciated Noah's concern, even if it sometimes came out in odd ways. He was an idiot sometimes.

Some things really don’t change after all.

With a little smile, Simon leaned his head on Betty's shoulder. She began to make soothing patterns on his hand, her gentle strokes offering him comfort and reassurance.

Simon and Betty finally arrived at their home, a sense of relief washing over them as they stepped out of Noah's car. Betty turned to Noah, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you, Noah," she said sincerely. She knew that despite their differences, he had helped bring Simon back to her.

Noah nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah, no problem," he replied, genuinely concerned about Simon's well-being. "Just, uh—take care of him, okay?"

Simon couldn't resist a teasing scoff. "Think I can't take care of myself ?" he retorted, his mood lightening.

Noah smirked, his tone teasing, "Nope. Go get some rest. You need it."

Simon and Betty exchanged a look, and Simon took Betty's hand in his. He turned back to Noah and said, "Just be careful."

“I will.”

As Simon and Betty entered their apartment, Noah discreetly took out his phone and called his superior, Tiffany. He had questions that had been gnawing at him. "So, why did you make me ask him this?" Noah inquired, his voice tinged with frustration. He wanted to understand the purpose behind the uncomfortable conversation he had initiated in the car.

Tiffany chuckled on the other end of the line. "Just wanting to see how he'd react," she replied, her tone suggestive of a hidden agenda but also filled with sly amusement.

Noah didn't sound convinced, but he knew better than to press the issue further. "Right," he muttered, a touch of frustration in his voice.

Tiffany continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "At least we know you can act like an idiot. This will come in handy in your next missions." With that, she hung up, leaving Noah to sigh in exasperation.

Noah couldn't help but share Simon's sentiment about Tiffany. She was indeed a difficult and manipulative woman, and he, too, had his own grievances with her. She just had a way of making everyone’s life difficult. He sighed and looked at Simon's file on the passenger seat next to him. He couldn't help but smile a little, realizing that his friend had made it through a challenging ordeal. He knew that Simon was strong, and he had faith that Simon and Betty would find their way through this together.

As he drove away from their apartment, he couldn't help but hope that things would get better for Simon. You got this man.

As they reached their apartment, the soft glow of the moon spilled into the room, creating a tranquil ambiance. She moved closer, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. "I'm glad we're back," Simon whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

Betty's eyes filled with understanding and compassion as she looked at the man she loved. She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "Me too," she replied.

Betty's concern never wavered. She looked into Simon's eyes, her gaze filled with empathy, and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Simon's throat tightened, and he shook his head gently. "No. Not yet, at least," he replied, his voice trembling. The memories of the torture and captivity were still too raw, too painful to put into words. And besides, he didn’t want anyone hearing what he’s feeling or has been through while he has that goddamn collar on him.

Tears welled up in Simon's eyes, and Betty reached up to tenderly wipe them away. Her touch was a soothing balm, and she whispered, "Take your time, my love.”

Simon couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer. He pulled Betty into a tight, comforting hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She continued to offer words of solace and reassurance as he cried silently. Betty whispered softly, "You're so strong, Simon. You survived the worst, and now you have me, and I'll do everything I can to help you." She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle and soothing.

As a newly turned vampire, Simon had gained strength and abilities, but in that moment, Betty felt like he was more vulnerable than ever. Not physically, but emotionally.

Simon clung to Betty as if she were his lifeline, tears streaming down his face as they sat on the floor of the kitchen. How did they get on the kitchen floor again? Weren’t they standing? She held him tightly, offering the security and comfort he desperately needed.

The blood pounded in his ears as his heart thudded in her chest. His hands shook and his feet tingled. His vision disfigured, as if he was looking through a fish-eye lens. He was still clutching Betty, his hands wrapped so tightly around her that his nails dug into her back. Nails—not claws, right? Breathing was hard. Too hard. As if he just ran a marathon. He cried harder, his chest growing tight as bile rose in his throat.

“Hey. Hey, Simon. Breathe with me.”

“Don’t” Simon snapped, before he looked horrified. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I meant-"

“Simon. You're panicking. Breathe. We can talk later." Betty took a deep breath, making sure to exaggerate her breaths. "See? Inhale. Exhale. Come on, Simon, this is easier than finding artefacts."

Simon made a sound that was half laugh, half sob, but he copied her, inhaling and exhaling until his panic attack recedes.

"Better?"

Simon didn't even bother to reply, staring at her with a look of such terrible pain in his eyes that Betty had to look away. It felt like she was looking at a wounded animal, those eyes begging her to just get it over with already and end his suffering.

It took some time, but eventually, the storm of emotions began to subside. Simon sniffled and whispered, "Sorry." Betty continued to hold him close, her voice filled with love and understanding. "You know you have nothing to apologize for," she said gently.

Simon's voice was shaky as he confessed, "Fuck, I don't—I don't know why I reacted like that. Nothing happened."

Betty's response was filled with compassion. She squeezed him gently and said, "Just try to relax my love" Simon nodded, still trying to regain his composure. She continued as her fingers gently brushed his cheek. “What matters is that we're here together, and you're safe now. We'll face whatever comes our way, as long as we're together.”

Simon's heart felt a bit lighter with each passing moment in Betty's comforting embrace. He turned to her and said, "Can we stay like this for a little bit?"

Betty smiled softly, her love for him shining in her eyes. "As long as you want," she replied, holding him even tighter.

You’ll be okay, Simon. You’ll see.

Notes: Hope you guys enjoyed it. I kinda rushed this, will probably edit it later though. As usual, if you have any ideas leave them in the comments or just write what you think about this chapter. (I love comments)

Next chapter we’re back with Simon and Marcyyy. (And Ethan oops) 😭

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