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Captain . . . You seem to have lost your T-shirt.-

christmas with simon

he takes you for a walk in manchester, in the city centre, hand in yours, your two steps to his one. his stride is so much bigger than yours, that’s the fair truth. your hand is smaller than his, and it’s twined around his fingers, fingernails painted the same black.

simon doesn’t wear his skull mask, or a balaclava, just a simple surgical mask that he’s pulled down to his chin to sip from a hot chocolate.

the night’s chill is in the air, it gets dark early in the winter, and at eight it’s already pitch dark. the lights of the shops around you flicker, christmas lights adorning the streets. the cathedral stares down at you as the two of you share a packet of fudge that you got from the christmas market a couple of hours ago.

it was £8, but it was good fudge, soft and gooey in parts, tasting like toffee. he waits until you take a bite of the fudge, and the hands the cup of hot chocolate to you.

“it’s not as hot now.” he says, voice soft in the way it never is on comms. you just hum happily, the huge comfy scarf you brought keeping you cozy.

“did you drink all of it?” you cock an eyebrow, and he has to look down at you to talk to you, but it’s alright because your voice is lovely. 

he just grins, and you think his grin is beautiful, crooked teeth and the silvery scar across his face. 

the hot chocolate is half full, and you sip at it in the takeaway cup. “stop trying to piss me off.” you grin, pushing at his chest, “c’mon now.”

“sorry sorry, i was just—“ he sighs, the christmas lights reflecting in his eyes as he looks at you with desperate love. “i was just, you know it’s funny to see you get a little angry.”

“won’t work.” you nuzzle your head with his chest, his arm around your side, wrapped around you tightly. 

(Her name was chosen through Pætræon poll 🫡🎀)

And the idea is by NOXTXRNAL on X (Twitter)

Thank you for feeding my COD brainworms 🥰🥰