Now… Confess your crimes. I didn’t do it!
You can see the way Kieren’s face changes when she calls him a monster. He goes from being angry and annoyed that he’s being manhandled for no reason to being nervous and scared because the single statement shakes his self esteem so much that he forgets all about the progress he’s made accepting himself as a PDS sufferer and regresses to believing he’s the monster who kills and destroys and can only bring harm. And for a moment he believes that he deserves this punishment because of what he is and is scared of the humans who rightfully hate him.
So here it is, folks. This is my first ever fanfiction and it took way longer than it should have. It’s not perfect, there were a few things I wanted to add in and I didn’t know where to put them, and I think the ending was kinda bad. Feedback would be appreciated! Anyway…
Pairings: Kieren/Rick, Kieren/Simon
Word count: 703
It’s just a word, a simple nickname thrown into conversation, but when he heard it, Kieren froze. Ren. It didn’t sound right. It sounded strange, unfamiliar, like it had been spoken by the wrong lips. And really, it had. Instead of the usual Northern accent the word had to it, it was replaced by a thick Irish one. Kieren didn’t like it. It didn’t fit. He couldn’t help feeling guilty; he cared about Simon a lot and even though their relationship wasn’t perfect, he was happy. But… no. That word, that name, wasn’t his to use.
"He [Noel Fisher] has taken Mickey from ultra-closeted thug to the man in the most fiercely committed relationship on the show.”
when people casually mention something you’re completely obsessed with and it takes every fuckin ounce of your self control not to propel yourself into the stars and scream for the rest of eternity about how much you love the thing