One Shots ➝ Detroit: Become Human (hiatus)

Impetus ➝ Simarkus

OK SO this was originally the first chapter of the Les mis AU I was writing but I got lazy so I slapped it in here and edited it a bit and you get this

not that much simarkus here but I hope u like it anyway lol

les mis is set in a French revolution (not 'the' french revolution,, the one in Les mis is one that basically just completely failed)

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Simon didn't particularly consider himself a believer, not anymore. Times were tough and nothing ever seemed to change. He was doing better off than most, he knew that, at least. He could keep enough food on the table for him and Alice. That was, when she was home.

Alice was a... strange little girl. She loved to pickpocket the rich and talk about a woman named 'Kara', who he assumed was her imaginary friend of sorts. He never had a reason to take in Alice, he just felt a strange urge of protectiveness towards her. She pulled her weight, anyway, with the pickpocketing.

So, he sat in the corner of a disgusting pub slowly drinking a watered down pint of beer. The owner of the place would threaten to kick him out if he didn't buy anything so he had taken to sipping on the cheapest drink they had every time he came. The place was cramped and somehow dim despite the time, the middle of the day.

"Hey, Simon!"

Alice ran over to him, dry mud splattered across her face. Her hair was wild and her eyes were bright.

"Hi, Alice."

He fretted over her locks for a second, trying to comb it with his fingers before she batted the hand away.

"My friends are here!"

"You have friends?"

Simon lifted his head from Alice's face just in time to see them walk in.

A ginger woman dressed in men's clothes strolled in, punching a scandalised-looking dark haired man in the arm. Another man, who was dressed in a long coat, emerged from behind them and was rolling his eyes. A bright blue emblem was visible on each of their chests.

"Wait, that's the same symbol as yours, Alice."

She gave him a deadpan stare.

"I told you I joined Jericho, you know, the revolutionary group?"

The blond's eyes widened.

"Holy shit. I thought you were playing make believe or whatever kids do. Wait, your friends are adults who are planning a revolution?!"

Alice took off running towards them. Simon looked back to them. The leader was, well, his type. Not like he'd be able to say it straight to that pretty, freckled face. Then, the man climbed up onto the table, probably pissing off the owner. Good. Fuck that guy.

"My name is Markus."

That's how his speech began. Simon was captivated. His voice was intense, his words eloquent and those eyes...

The ocean blue and the forest green held fire. Pure energy, raring to go and determined. The light seemed to bend just to light up his features and glow behind him like a halo.

Simon abandoned his half empty glass to stand closer; Markus finished his speech and jumped down from the table.

Grumbles accusing him of naïvity and whispers fueled by curiosity filled the room. But, God, if hope was naïve then that's all Simon wanted to be.

The leader turned to his friends. The blond hesitated before reaching out to tap him on the shoulder.

"I'm in."

The smile he got in return made him a believer again.