#it's a simarkus fic

[amorfista-of-izalith]

STRATFORD HANDOFF

This is a little tribute I made for @rking200's awesome fic, "Stratford Handoff" where Simon hands Markus his clothes personally inside the bathroom stall and the VERY TIGHT SITUATION ends up turning it into the hottest place inside Stratford Tower. hihihih~

zoomed-in details and tiny rant below the cut!~ 💙

I love the fic very much and have destroyed several pillows since I read it bc i was unable to find the last ttwo parts *froths at the mouth politely* could I pwease get limk? I searched in ao3 too but im very bad at browsing through it so i prolly missed it. you might have also noticed that this is just for the first part, i am alas not strong enough to draw Simon like a swiss cheese, so i did not! this is all fluff and making out because that is fun and hot!

[rking200]

Stratford Handoff

Simon is tasked with bringing Markus the uniform he needed during the Stratford Tower raid. They overlooked the option of hiding the uniform with the help of the ceiling tiles, so Simon stands in a closed stall and awaits Markus' tap at the door, a neatly-folded uniform in his hands.

2.5k words, chapter one of a three chapter SimonxMarkus angst/hurt-comfort/R18 fic. Nothing R18 happens in this chapter, just a bit of kissing and making out. Angst will be next chapter, then hurt-comfort into R18 for the last. Will be posted to AO3 upon completion.

The plan made perfect sense, and while carrying it out had been no easy task for Simon, he did appreciate knowing how much Markus trusted him. Markus blending in as a working android was such an integral part of the plan and the uniform pristinely folded in Simon's hands hadn't wound up there by pure chance. Part of Simon believed that he was seen as expendable by Markus--that he had seen merit in North and Josh and was worried about putting their lives in danger for the plan, while it might be worth it for Simon's life to be lost for their cause. Of course he tried not to heed the dark whispers, but they were there nonetheless. Simon's eyes darted to the stall door handle in front of him at the sound of the main door opening, but was able to relax when he heard another stall open and close. He shifted his weight and begged his hands not to wrinkle the uniform as he gripped it, closing his eyes and pushing his dark whispers and his anxieties out of his head for a few brief moments of respite: standby.

Simon was quick to move when he heard the gentle rhythmic tap of Markus' knuckle against the stall door. Quiet enough to not alert any human in the bathroom, but loud enough to give Simon's thirium pump a start. Flicking the lock open, Simon shifted aside to allow Markus to enter and lock the door back behind him. Because he had been the first to leave Jericho to start putting their plan in motion, Simon had yet to see Markus all dressed up in his suit. He really wore it well, and passed for a human perfectly. 「Simon?」

Simon pursed his lips at Markus' voice in his head, shaking his head and closing his eyes tight in order to focus them again. 「Sorry, Markus.」 His hands quivered slightly as he loosened his grip, allowing Markus to take the clothes from him. 「That suits you.」 Markus' perplexed look sent Simon slightly on edge. He hadn't meant to think that thought loud enough for it to connect with Markus, but there was no doubt that Markus had heard it. He let out a quiet yet audible chuckle, his eyes trained on Simon as his hands fumbled with his tie.

「Was...was that a pun? You didn't seem like the type, Simon.」

Simon blinked a few times, and his LED must have turned yellow because Markus' playful eyes darted over to Simon's temple. Ever since he fell into Jericho's hull, Markus had a permanently planted serious expression, and this was the first time he saw his brow relaxed, his eyes sparkle, and his lips parted in a smile. With a few more blinks, Simon tilted his head to the side, looking down to both physically remove his gaze from Markus' kind eyes and parted lips, and to blatantly put his stress on display by fully showing his blinking, yellow LED. He shifted his jaw as he searched for the words that he could not find.

「Relax.」 Markus took a step towards Simon, who couldn't help but take a half step back. His eyes were gentle but stared at him with the intensity of their cause shining through. He reached out and planted his hands firmly on either of Simon's shoulders. 「The plan is airtight. There's nothing to worry about. We get up there, send out our message and leave as quickly as we can. We've got this.」

Simon's eyes moved between Markus', and he let out a shaky, held breath. 「I know. We've got this.」 Markus offered a gentle smile before moving away. Simon watched him fumble with his tie a moment longer before moving forward, holding his breath once again and gently pressing his fingertips between the layers of fabric, unknotting it. 「First time?」

「My owner never wore ties. Josh, uh, Josh helped me tie it.」 Simon thought that was rather nice of Josh, but he'd be lying if he said the image of Josh stooping down to help a struggling Markus wasn't a funny one. He'd have to remember to ask him about it when they got back to Jericho. Simon didn't have a chance to step away from Markus before he started unbuttoning his white shirt. Simon's hands had barely let the two ends of the tie go before Markus pulled at his vest and shrugged his jacket and shirt off his shoulders, and he found his hands reaching for the warm, discarded clothes as Markus held them out to him. Simon was used to wearing more layers than what was provided in his current disguise, and for a split second he considered holding the bundle of warmth closer to himself, but he was worried that he was already making this situation tense enough. Simon closed his eyes in an attempt to stop them from wandering, but found them open again and trailing down Markus' chest. He watched Markus shift and tilt his head as he held up the uniform, attempting to make sense of it. Markus leaned over towards Simon, who straightened up and kept intense eye contact. What was he doing? Why was he getting so close? Markus shifted on his feet, pivoting away from Simon after depositing the hat, pants and over shirt momentarily. Simon's eyes were free to dart over him with his back turned, and he only had a moment until the long-sleeved undershirt would cover up his skin. He followed the curve of his side, pausing to notice the dip in his lower back before following his spine to his shoulder blades. He attempted to commit the image to memory, unintentionally furrowing his brows in the process. He noticed as Markus pulled the shirt down over his head, following the black hem down to his waist, but was not attentive enough to see Markus glance at him over his shoulder as his fingers tugged the hem down to his waistband. Simon was far too focused on the intake of information, as well as the intent to not openly share his thoughts with Markus. Markus turning, however, was a different story. Simon's eyes snapped up to his as he held the rest of the uniform out to Markus. Markus held his gaze as he took the pants, only breaking their eye contact to briefly glance to his own shoes, stepping out of them before reaching for his belt. Simon knew it was better for his own sanity to look away, and he did. He tilted his head to the side to give Markus privacy, but couldn't help but wonder why Markus didn't turn away like he had done before. Arguably, taking his pants off was more revealing than his shirt, but of course Markus probably wasn't thinking like that. There were more important matters at hand, and Simon shook his head in disappointment with himself, ever so slightly sighing. He needed to be better than this.

「You know, Simon...」 He risked a glance to meet Markus' eyes at the mention of his name. It was definitely a mistake--Markus was still in the process of putting his new pair of pants on. That mischievous look was still playing in the reflections on Markus' eyes, and Simon felt trapped no matter where he was looking. 「I thought having you helping me here was the safest option. Maybe--」 Markus' eyes darted to Simon's LED, which Simon was unaware of the color, 「--maybe I was wrong.」 Red, probably. At least it was now. 「Well.」 Simon had meant to immediately continue the thought, but the image of Markus buttoning his pants was too much to allow that to happen. Markus shook his head slightly, and Simon was relieved for the smile that plagued his lips, and that he didn't seem outwardly angry with him. Markus moved closer to place more warm clothes in his hands. His fingers hovered over the brim of the hat, but he didn't move away. Markus tilted his head to the side, as if asking for Simon to continue his previous thought. 「I think it was the best option.」 The thought was very forced, and he hated watching Markus take notice of his LED yet again. It really wasn't fair, especially since Markus had gotten rid of his own...Simon momentarily considered when he'd have time to remove his. But now wasn't the time for his mind to wander, because Markus was still right there, he wasn't moving. Simon felt his brow furrow ever so slightly as he searched for something in Markus' eyes. Some reason why he wasn't leaving the stall. North was waiting for him, and Simon had another part to play before they met up on the broadcasting floor. 「Simon.」 Markus' voice was gentle and innocent in his head, and Simon unconsciously shifted his jaw to the side, wearily casting his eyes up to meet his. Simon almost couldn't physically take their closeness, and felt his mind race as Markus leaned closer still, his eyes burning through Simon's thoughts, leaving him nothing but an incoherent jumble in his head. He felt a breath escape his lips, and Simon couldn't help but feel that Markus had stolen it. A hot huff of air escaped Markus, as well, and Simon breathed it in, happy to steal his breath in return.

Simon kept unwavering eye contact as Markus' lips barely brushed his own, sending a shock through every fiber of his being. Markus' firm hand rested on top of the bundle of clothes in Simon's hands, pressing down ever so slightly on him. The tension between their lips was unbearable. Their warm breaths collided between them, Simon's shaky and wavering ones against Markus' warm and steady ones. And when Markus finally did give into Simon's pleading, shivering lips, he kept his eyes trained on Simon's. Simon felt violated: it wasn't a negative feeling, but he felt so laid bare against Markus' gaze and against his lips. Simon couldn't handle the feeling any longer, and shut his eyes so that he could focus more on the physical part of this and less on the soul-searching gaze Markus was trying so hard to hold.

Their lips parted before Markus pressed again, tilting his head more to press their lips together tighter still. Simon unknowingly let down his guard, but he did, sighing into his lips and relaxing against him. His lips tingled with sensations he very well could handle, but that drove him so unbelievably insane. Without thinking twice, Simon's lips were void of the human façade that always incased them, and he took a moment to take a short breath of hot air before pressing them against Markus' own silver and blue-toned lips, feeling something so much more than before. The feelings of tenderness and understanding laid before him, and all he had to do was press his lips against Markus' to feel utterly engulfed in them. He's sure that he thought a lot of things to Markus: his name, about how nice it felt, about how incredibly warm Markus was, but Simon wasn't in the mindset to control how loud his thoughts were right now. He was in the mindset to enjoy this blessing while it lasted. Markus deepened the kiss, moving his hands to Simon's hips and pulling him closer as his tongue passed over Simon's bottom lip. Simon hadn't meant to let go of the clothes he had been entrusted with, but he heard the soft sounds of cloth fall to the floor between them. He placed his own hands ever so gently on Markus' chest, not pushing away but just feeling his warmth beneath them. If Markus was throwing thoughts in his direction, Simon was none the wiser. Their lips parted for a moment before Simon moved forward to close the gap, prompting Markus' hands to grip his hips tighter. Simon couldn't take the slight, continuous pressure from Markus and he leaned back into the wall behind him. Markus followed, the fingertips on his right hand sending a shock through Simon's system as they snaked under the hem of his shirt. Slowly, Markus ran his hand over his side, resting it along the back of his hip. Instinctively, perhaps, the skin on Simon's hip reacted to the lack of faux skin on Markus, and their true skin--smooth and white--met with an intense shock, as if Simon had been tossed into the waters by Jericho. Their bare lips touching had felt so different than the touch of his hand on him, and he wasn't sure if it was purely the intent of the action or if he was just that weak to someone grabbing his hip, android skin or not. Either way, Simon knew they had to stop here, before his resolve fully melted away from the extended close proximity with Markus' burning form.

Simon's hand moved before his lips could, disconnecting their android skin by grabbing Markus' wrist from over his shirt. "Markus." His voice was gentle, pleading even. He was sure he had the most pathetic look on his face, while Markus was paired with a furrowed brow and a warm smolder in his eyes. Everything about him was just so warm. He moved away, stooping down to gather the clothes Simon had dropped. Simon took the clothes back, watching him closely for any signs of anger, but Markus only took a moment to compose himself before slipping back into his shoes and placing his hat neatly atop his head. He glanced back, holding Simon's gaze for far too long before offering a gentle smile. 「I'd like to try that again, back in Jericho. For now, let's focus on the plan.」

Simon felt a chill go up his spine, and he wasn't sure if it was brought on by Markus' voice in his head, or if it was merely that Markus had taken that warmth with him when he left. 「Right. I'll meet up with Josh. ...Markus, stay safe.」 Markus merely nodded before taking his leave of the stall, leaving Simon alone with his thoughts and these not-as-warm clothes after having pushed the lock back into place. He waited a moment. They didn't have a lot of time, but he could afford to steel his nerves for a second longer. His hand instinctively touched where Markus' had previously been, both on his hip and then gently reaching up to his lips. Simon couldn't think about how perfect all that had been. He stepped up on the toilet, pushing up on the ceiling tile in order to put Markus' suit away from prying eyes. Pausing, Simon thought that maybe this would've been easier had he dropped the uniform off up here, allowing Markus to change into it without the need for a hand-to-hand exchange. He pushed the thought out of his mind because he wouldn't trade their last interaction for the world.

Stepping out of the stall, Simon focused on looking natural and controlling the color of his LED. He briskly left with his own stolen keycard, ready to meet up with Josh and wait in the service elevator for the last leg of their plan. Things were changing already, and for once...Simon felt optimistic. Everything was going to be okay because Markus was here with them now. They were going to earn their freedom via his lead, no doubt about it.

[brokskar]

seeing lots of long fic recs for rk1k (so cool, bless you writers!!!) but now i need that same energy for simarkus fics 😩

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Valentine's Day, Romantic fics 2025

I mean... all my fics are romantic, one way or the other. But here are a few of my own, personal favourites of mine. In no specific order:

💗💜💚🧡

Detroit: Become Human - all of my DBH fanfic is romantic, or has a romantic subplot. most of it is HankCon, but I have some SiMarkus in there as well.

Great Pretenders: an undercover, fake couples HankCon thing I wrote for the lovely @hemlockdumpling as a prompt request YEARS AGO. I love it still, all these years later. Here’s to love, everyone.

Shadow Figures in the Dark - a spooky HankCon AU with a romantic twist. Traveling fair/circus vibes, and a ghost story with a happy ending.

The Knight and the Fool - HankCon AU with a medieval fairytale twist

More than Words - a SiMarkus love story, set on Valentine's Day

Person of Interest - Reese/Finch

How Not to Say I Love You: another undercover as fake couple case thing, for a fic gift exchange. Can you tell I love those tropes :3

Loki (TV) - exclusively Lokius, thus far

The Second Kiss: yet ANOTHER undercover couple fic for the lovely @lokimobius that stemmed from a tumblr ask game prompt. While it’s set over the Holidays, it’s still Very Romantic(™), so give it a chance

A Promise Kept - a Lokius Fantasy Romance AU set in the world of Baldur’s Gate (before the events of Baldur’s Gate 3)

Dragon Age: The Veilguard - Emmrook (thus far)

Stories Told and Forgotten - my WiP multi-chapter fix-it fic featuring a transmasc Mourn Watch Rook and a whole slew of DA lore that... wasn't in the actual game. :3 In which no companion dies, we get Bodahn and Sandal, and a whole lot of mutual pining, dorks in love vibes from Emmrich and Rook. 12 chapter so far, and they're only just starting their relationship

Want - a one-off for the Wanksgiving anony-fest on AO3, in which Emmrich eavesdrops on Rook taking a bath...

[gaydr0id]

Refreeze

Getting caught on a kiss cam with your gay situationship is complicated, especially if you are a professional hockey player and the other guy is your coach.

(written in collaboration with @brokskar as a sequel to his human hockey au. reading that is not required to understand this, but you should anyway.)

Ship: Simon/Markus

Words: 1,382

Rating: T (vague mentions of sex)

Markus's gaze follows the puck as it speeds across the rink, darting between his teammates while they expertly dodge the opposing team. His limbs twitch as he watches the game, reacting to the play. His body is too light sitting on the bench without his pads, helmet, and skates, his skin too exposed to the chill arena air.

"What do you think?" asks Simon after the team breaks for the second intermission.

"I think I really miss the game," Markus replies.

"The game misses you too. We've only won half our games since your injury."

Markus fights the smile pulling at his lips. "Blaming that on me, huh?"

"Don't act humble now. I know you know you're my best shooter."

Markus can't keep holding back the smile when he hears that phrasing. Not the team's best shooter, his. "Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it."

Simon is leaning in close enough for Markus to smell the wintergreen gum he's chewing. His coach bending down to speak directly in his ear never felt this flirtatious before. The proximity is necessary to be heard in the crowded stadium.

Markus isn't the only one picking up on the energy between them. That is made horrifying clear when he glances up at the giant screen in the center of the arena. Simon notices the panic on Markus's face before he notices the jumbotron. His gaze travels from hazel eyes to an overblown display of the two of them surrounded by pixelated pink hearts and the words "kiss cam" printed in cursive. The coach glances back down to see his star player still frozen in place. Simon straightens up, scans the stadium for the camera responsible, and holds up his middle finger to it. Once the operator has moved on to victimise another pair of people in the stands Simon gives Markus a weak smile and a firm squeeze on the shoulder before retreating into the locker room.

Markus shakes his head, pulls out his phone, and does his best to appear unbothered. Simon doesn't return until the rest of the team does at the beginning of the third period. He stays distant for the rest of the game, standing on the opposite side of the bench from Markus, tucked into the collar of his fleece, staying fully focused on the ice. Markus tries to do the same but he just can't focus, watching the game but not really processing it, anxiously eyeing Simon in his periphery. He is all too aware of the missing presence by his side and is slightly ashamed of how much he yearns for it. As much as Markus may find Simon's hovering annoying he finds it comforting too. A comfort he needs right now.

The game ends scoreless putting the Crimson Sharks into an overtime shootout against the Steelheads. What would normally be a thrilling development feels more like a punishment. Twitching that once was anticipation to get back on the ice has become anticipation to leave the rink. Markus can't stand having eyes on him anymore. He wants to be alone but he also really doesn't. One thing is clear and it's that he needs to get out of here.

The parking lot is quiet. He should leave now, beat the traffic, but instead Markus sits in his Bentley and stares into the night. A few minutes pass before he decides to call North.

"Hey hot stuff," answers a low pitched feminine voice.

"Hey," greets Markus.

"You doin' okay? You dont usually call."

"I don't know. Not really?"

"What's up?"

"There was a game tonight. I'm not back on the ice yet but I was watching from the bench, studying plays, you know."

North lets out a gentle, lighthearted laugh. "I don't, but go on."

Markus snorts. "It's honestly impressive that we've managed to be friends this long and you still don't know a single thing about hockey."

"Oh, that's quite intentional," teases North.

"Aw come on, I've shown interest in your career," says Markus, a manufactured whine in his tone.

"Men like you always do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Did you really call me to get psychoanalyzed?"

"No," replies Markus, the playful tone fading from his voice. "Something happened." He pauses and North is quiet, waiting for him to continue. "Between second and third Simon and I were talking and, I dont know, I guess he was getting too close because they put the kiss cam on us."

"Simon's the coach you're sleeping with?" North asks.

"We're not sleeping together, we just made out a little," clarifies Markus.

"What are you, a virgin?"

"North, I have done things to you that I am embarrassed to even say out loud," Markus returns.

"You are such a prude."

"I am not," defends Markus. "I'm just… Sexually shy."

"That's not how I remember it," notes North, adopting a sultry tone.

Markus is quiet for a moment. Maybe on another night he would let this conversation go where North wants to take it, but not tonight. "Can we please just talk about Simon?"

"Right, your middle school crush." No reply. "You really are upset about this, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Markus mutters in response. "When I saw us on the jumbotron… It felt like everybody knew."

"I mean so what, right? It's 2038. Isn't pansexual the new straight?"

"Yeah well hockey's about twenty years behind. Simon could lose his job if anybody found out about us. He knew exactly what to do and I… I just froze."

"Look, I can't really understand what you're going through but what I do know is that your sex life is your business. It should be your decision to show it to people, not some dickhead camera operator."

"Yeah… Thanks."

"Love you."

"Love you too," replies Markus. "Do you think I hurt his feelings? He avoided me for the rest of the game."

"I mean you said he could lose his job, right? I think he was just trying to keep some distance to avoid suspicion."

"You're right," says Markus with a sigh. "I'm overthinking it."

"You wanna come over? I ordered pizza."

"Not tonight."

"More wine for me," North resigns.

"Good night. Thanks for talking to me."

"Good niiight," North sing songs before hanging up.

When the call disconnects Markus notices a text from Simon: you ok?

ya, he replies.

Three dots start bouncing in the text log, showing that Simon is typing. can i come over?

Markus stares at the message for a full minute, heart beating in his chest. Why is he so nervous? Simon visits him all the time. He probably just wants to go over the game since Markus left early. sure, he replies.

have you eaten? i can bring dinner

no i haven't. thanks

Markus is lounging on the couch when Simon arrives. He sets his phone on the coffee table before getting up to answer the door. "Hey," he greets.

"Hey," Simon returns. He lingers on the stoop for a moment before stepping past Markus. His tablet is tucked under one arm while his other cradles a bag of takeout. "Living room or kitchen?"

"Kitchen," answers Markus.

He follows Simon down the hallway, who deposits the food on the counter before settling into a bar stool. Markus grabs two plates and forks before joining his coach. The two eat and go over the game but eventually they have to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

"I had a chat with that camera operator," says Simon.

"You didn't have to do that," replies Markus.

"He's lucky I didn't have him fired. That was very unprofessional."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Hey," Simon places his fingers oh so gently under markus's chin. It doesn't take any applied pressure to get Markus to meet his gaze. "How are you doing?"

"I don't know," markus answers, matching the other man's hushed tone.

Simon closes the distance between them, pressing his lips, butterfly light, against Markus's. Markus leans in, deepening the kiss. His arms want to reach out to the other man but he keeps them down, carefully maintaining his balance on the bar stool. This isn't the most practical position for them to be kissing in but neither of them care.

"Whatever happens, it's going to be ok," Simon assures.

And Markus believes him.

[canonically47]

May Drabble Challenge by: @thedrabblecollective

Day 21: Choice Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Characters: Markus, Simon, North, Josh

a\n: as soon as i saw the prompt, i thought of this dialogue... i don't think i managed to do it much justice though. i realized too late the day is almost over and rushed to complete this :P hopefully it's good enough

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“I’m sorry, Simon. I don’t have a choice.”

Helpless blue eyes stare back at him.

“There’s always a choice.”

In that moment, Markus feels North’s gaze on his back more than ever. Its intensity is almost burning into him – and Josh is no better, staring at him, not knowing what’s to come, how much time they have left, or if they have any at all.

Markus lets out a shaking breath.

“I can’t kill one of our own,” he finally says, solemn. “Simon, we’ve gotta go—I’m sorry.”

He gives him the gun.

He should’ve done that the first time...

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Day 20 | Day 22

[feenmies]

more wip ... fucking hate these silly guys

[littlehaize]

Never too late, I've found you again

detroit: become human • rated T chapter 3: idiotic smile • 2.6k

Markus goes home and will not have a break

[its-ashehausen]

Well my first chapter for my Reed900 fic is nearly finished, just have to finish a few more paragraphs and I'm all set. (Which is the first thing I've written in months due to losing interest and struggling with depression)

Then I can finish another chapter for my Ulquihime fanfic when I have the time

With Hookhausen back I might try to start that One-Shot I wanted to do, fingers crossed. If not I'll make a short fluffy piece in my spare time.

Things are gradually looking up for me and my excitement to write again. I've missed writing for the last two pairings, and I'm excited to write for my recent ship; Reed900 who literally had no interaction whatsoever but I'm on board with them, I see the potential😁 plus I'll be writing some background Simarkus and Northara🖤🖤

[rayfishandchips]

Y E S

the gentle kind of powerful is the best thing, like yes he's a caretaker but he is also capable af

I have read too many simarkus fics where Simon is this big blushy mess who can't handle even the slightest flirting and casts his eyes down when Markus looks at him and can't like function if Markus is near him. No no. It would be so difficult to embarrass Simon or throw him off balance.

Markus fell into Jericho and immediately said "damn bitch u live like this" to which Simon smoothly replied "my bad lemme book wanted and hunted deviants a nice private 5 star hotel I'm sure that'd be safer, asshole" and moved on. Simon stared at Markus in the eyes on Stratford Tower, gun pointed to his head, and said "there's always a choice." Simon repeatedly got in between Josh and North's disputes. Simon was hugged so tenderly by Markus and hugged him back, full force. Simon at times expressed cynicism to rival North's. Simon heard Markus start singing as they were all rounded up and held at gunpoint and looked at him like "wow this bitch really is stupid". Simon gets mad if Markus fails to take down the drone during Spare Parts and falls because Simon tries to help him up but Markus brushes him off. Simon looks Markus in the eyes and says "ur literally our only hope lol good luck with that pressure", and then when Markus walks off Simon's face is like "my God he's really our only hope. We are maybe doomed". Simon actively Doesn't Say Shit when Markus makes a decision but will demand Markus leave the freedom march to preserve lives with no hesitation. Simon reminded Markus to hide his face during the Stratford speech. If Markus chooses to kill the Stratford guards and gets Simon shot he's all like "yeah no I'm fine, fuck you". Simon took one look at a shot and fallen North on their way off Jericho and said "it's too late for her Markus we gotta leave her and gtfo" and then proceeds to get mad if Markus actually does leave her behind. Simon fights like a ballerina and doesn't hesitate to vault off of humans or kill to protect. Simon is a capable bitch and I love him.

[sorasho]

I promised something big was coming- and here it is!!

I'm honoured to have been able to work with @timefliesinadream for my first ever @dbh-bb! Please go read her fic, "When it Rains" because the way she writes Simarkus melts me every damn time TwT.

Simarkus makes me so soft but Simon comforting Markus in the rain specifically make me askfjciw ANYWAYS-

Here is the artwork that I drew to go along with the fic! :D

[timefliesinadream]

The RK2023 Discord Server has just completed its Reverse Big Bang, and I'm proud to announce the Simarkus! Phantom of the Opera AU written by my incredibly talented partner, the lovely @hemlockdumpling ! 💖

My whole life has been one disaster after another this year, so Hemlock's ability to take the prompt I yeeted at them and run with it and create something so wonderful all on their own has been super helpful-- none of this could have happened without them so please go and give all the love to their amazing fic in the link below: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59260330/chapters/151126984 

All the love to everyone involved in this @dbh-bb event, especially those who led it for us!

Also, here's my drawing for it-- it's from a scene later in the fic, so if it looks in any way compelling, that means you gotta read the whole fic to see what it's referencing! 

[brokskar]

abandoning the tragic introspective post canon wip i was working on to start a cute fluffy simarkus wip instead because thats where the fandom needs me

[dbh-bb]

2024 Team Highlight 27

Our twenty seventh team in the Reverse Big Bang was @cryptidtrashpan and @angelgirl768

@cryptidtrashpan wanted to work on an idea with Simon and Markus, and particularly with them spending time together working with plants, and perhaps Markus decorating the planters. They created one artwork to demonstrate this

@angelgirl768 took this idea and crafted Blue and Green, a Gen rated Simarkus fic set in post-revolution Detroit where androids are trying to build new lives for themselves. Simon and Markus have a closer bond than anyone else but Simon has difficulty with the intimacy of letting Markus in, so instead he expresses it in flowers, and Markus finally understands.

Writer sign ups for the 2025 Big Bang are open, but we're looking for more as we pass 750k words promised! Artist sign ups are now open too for those looking to join and support our amazing writers this year. Join us on discord to find out more!

[lieutenantbiscute]

Yooo that simarkus music fic u spoke abt in tags sounds so lovely, i hope you get to write it cuz id loove to read it!!!:3

It’s mainly told through ‘The Oh Hello’s’ songs. Luckily I’ve written down what goes where and what lyric corresponds with it, writing it out though is another thing;; my strong shit is art, but alas! This fic needs to be written for my sanity!!

[canonically47]

:D introduction :D

my name is geo, i use she/her pronouns & i’m 17 !! i’m aromantic & acespec :3 my blog is a collection of my fics & drawings, reblogs, nerdy rambles and much more

i’m a writer !! this is my ao3, where you can find d:bh oneshots, inhun and juncruiter fanfics, poolverine stuffs, old hitman or stranger things works, and many more!

my blog is multifandom; my main interests at the moment are detroit: become human, formula 1 and squid game — though i like a lot of other things as well!!! :3

you may know me from my inhun teachers au ‘unreachable ideal, mesmerizing angel’, pioneering juncruiter (junho x the recruiter), making up the moon kiyong name for the recruiter, posts about aromanticism, or many, many other random stuff i’ve said or done on here or on twitter 🙂‍↕️

besides movies & animated media, i also love writing, reading and music!

dbh favorites: connor, hank, gavin, rk900, north + reed900, northkus, simarkus

f1 favorites: LH44, MV33, YT22, IH6, CL16, EO31, AKA12, AA23 ; i dislike LN4 & LL30

squid game favorites: kiyong (the recruiter), junho, gihun, inho, sangwoo + juncruiter, inhun, aliwoo, jibyeok, thangsu, hyunmi, myungdae

big fan of weird teenage girls and autistic nerds with a dark blue motif. and characters that learn to love after dealing with mistrust for a long period of time. and also goofy characters with tragic pasts. and annoying old men who adopt little girls. and insanely morally grey characters. and

DNI: basic DNI criteria (queerphobic (especially aphobic, gtfo), racist, exclusionist, terf, radfem, proship, zionist etc.), any extremists, trump and/or putin supporters, russians & israelis

DNF: -13 or 30+ (i am okay with us interacting!)

BACK-UP: @deadpunk47

thanks for checking out my blog!!! :3