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For Day 29 of Carry on Countdown 23, Cherry @carryon-countdown

Basil and Simon share a picnic in the park

Rated T for language & vague reference to shit childhoods.

This is the final of the Nurse/Lawyer AU. Enjoy~ 🖤 [Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4]

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“Why cherry scones?” Basil asks, his head on my lap, my spare hand running through his long, dark hair while the other reaches into our picnic basket and cracks off another bit of scone to feed him, and then myself.

I hum and press a kiss to the point of his widow’s peak. “It’s not that complicated, they’re just good.”

He reaches up to stroke a hand soft over the side of my neck and I lean into the touch instinctively. “No nostalgia?”

He doesn’t say it, but I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that he’s noticed a bit how I’ll get just a tad bit weepy when I’m making them. I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that he’s noticed how much it means to me that he always gets ingredients for more of them whenever he does the grocery shopping. “I suppose,” I admit, tugging at a stray strand of his hair, “There’s a little nostalgia.”

Baz’s hands are so soft against my neck, so gentle and soothing, he looks so soft like this. We don’t do this sort of thing often. I work too much, he works too much. Days spent in local parks having picnics and lingering just aren’t exactly in the cards for us, but we’ve been making more time for them. He’s taken me on a beach day recently too, but this one was my idea.

“Tell me about it?” Baz asks as I tug on that stray strand of hair again, soothing over it immediately after. “If you want to.”

I nod, still thinking about the sentiment of the park a little bit. It’s a park I used to frequent with Penny, back when she’d been living in the UK too. Baz knows that part, I’d told him that much when I’d planned our little date. When we’d first gotten here, we’d even snapped a couple of selfies that I could send over her way. Or well, really I’d done the snapping of selfies. Baz just sort of quirked his lips for them. He looked nice though. Baz always looked nice in our photos.

Baz also doesn’t send texts like “our old haunting grounds!! I miss you!!” to anyone, really.

He texts a bit like an old man. No emoji, proper punctuation, very little by way of abbreviations or shorthand. I think he mostly uses voice-to-text, which makes sense. His hands are always busy. I kind of think it’s cute.

“Simon?”

Right, we were talking.

“You know how Pen and I used to come here?” I start, and he nods, not really needing the reminder from just this morning. “We used to come here with stolen scones from the boarding school kitchens. I just used to shovel armfulls into my back and ditch and end up all over with them. It was sort of all I ate back then, but honestly… it was the first food I really liked in my childhood.”

Baz knows about my childhood, about how I bounced from foster to foster, from group home to group home. My non-existent concept of family, my struggle with deep relationships and trustworthy adults. Somehow I kept running into the problematic sort in my childhood. But Baz knows all that already. I don’t need to get into it.

He pokes at my chin gently before leaning up slightly to get his own bit of scone, feeding me another bite back. “Who taught you to make them?”

“Ahh…” I think I can feel myself flushing, “I sort of… shilled together the recipe a little bit at a time. I made a lot of mistakes. I may have destroyed at least three baking sheets in the process.”

“Simon,” Baz sounds utterly disbelieving. He looks it too. I have to laugh about it. He should know by know what a danger I can be to common household objects. “Simon Snow, you did not bullshit together a recipe when google exists.”

“I did,” I nod down at him, as disappointed as he is about it. “I did and I had access to google in the school library and I ignored it in favour of ruining Cook Pritchard’s life.”

“You’re terrible,” Baz snorts out. He also leans up to kiss me again, cupping my cheek soft. He’s so full of affection for me. He doesn’t have to say it when he kisses me like that. He says it anyway. “I love you, menace to society that you are.”

I love how he can say something like that, call me something like that, and sound so impossibly fond. “I know you do,” I answer, grinning back at him and leaning back on my elbows. He chases me down for another soft kiss and I lean back again, avoiding him, making him chase me more, making him chase me all the way down until I’m lying fully on the grass and he’s leaning above me and holding my hands and kissing me silly.

I’m laughing through all of it, twisting our hands together and squeezing my fingers over his. I lean up and chase him down for more kisses before he can pull back, before he can get us water or more sour cherry scones or anything else. I love catching him in fits of kissing like this, dragging him back for more and more until we both forget anything else.

I could live off his smile, I think, when he’s kissing me silly like this. He still makes me so bloody giddy and it’s been well over a year and I spend all my free time with him. Everyone says that’ll change, that I’ll get tired of him around all the time. Coworkers, old classmates, old foster siblings and people I knew from therapy and group homes, basically everyone but Pen, but I think they’re sodding insane. They probably think I’m insane for thinking it’s not going to change, but I know myself. I know all I need is that silly bloody smile, that gorgeous bloody laugh, those sweet, bloody tender kisses…

“Tell me more of your favourite foods,” Baz asks between my laughter and his kisses.

I’m a little caught off guard. I’d forgotten we were talking still again, but I just grin up at him. “Anything you make me is my favourite food.”

“That’s cheating, love,” Baz snorts out another laugh, “You have to give a real answer, or else I’m just going to cook for me forever.”

“I like whatever you cook for you,” I shrug under him, chasing down another soft, silly little kiss, a little giddy-drunk-stupid on his affections, “That’s plenty real enough, I think.”

He hums back at me, nipping soft over my lips. “You’ll have to give a real answer sooner or later, Simon, or else we’ll be serving basilla and fattah at our wedding.”

“Okay but I actually do love your fattah.” And I do. I love all his home cooking, but the casual wedding talk is new. Distracing. I can’t help but drift back to it. “You want to marry me?”

He laughs. Of course he bloody laughs. As if it were obvious.

“More than anything.”

He says it so bloody confidently, and I know one day he’s going to ask, and one day I’m going to say yes. I’m not even going to have time to figure out my own plan. He’s already got it all figured out, but I don’t mind. I like that he’s got our lives planned out like this, I like that I can trust him with me like this.

No, more than like it, I love it. “We’re going to have to have cherries in the cake then. That’s my only demand.”

“As if I wasn’t already planning on it.” Baz’s so bloody smug about it, smirking down at me.

I shove a scone in his mouth and shove him over just to wipe that look off his face. “You’re such a bloody prick.”

Unfortunately, he’s still just as smug. “You love this bloody prick.”

“Unfortunately,” I groan back. I can’t commit though. I’m already kissing him bloody stupid all over again. “Unfortunately, I’m going to marry this bloody prick.”

#Carry On Countdown #COC 2023 #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #my writing #Bigender Nurse Simon Snow (He/She) #Lawyer Baz Pitch #soft snowbaz #domestic snowbaz #fluff fluff fluff

[artsyunderstudy]

WIP Wednesday

Good morning! Hope everyone is surviving the first week of January. I'm still riding the high of finally finishing a fic which I have been struggling with since completing Someone Wicked so. Can I get a woop woop? Sharing a little bit of that today since I'm genuinely really happy with it. And I also shared some more of my two other definitely not abandoned WIP projects as well.

Also, quick COC update: I will finish my prompt list for sure, but I'm taking a quick, necessary break, so it might not be for a minute. But rest assured, there are some more fic recs and illustrations incoming.

Enjoy!

One December Night (Read on AO3)

“You’re impossible, Simon Snow.” That makes me smile, the way he says it, the way he keeps talking to me, looking at me. [...] I touch his jaw and draw my thumb over his bottom lip. My wings make a red canopy above our bodies. “Show me your fangs,” I say quietly, rubbing the edge of his mouth. For a moment his hips still, and he looks properly scared. I don’t want that. I kiss him the way I kissed him at the market, slow and full of things I’m still not sure I can say out loud. “I want all of you. Not only halves.”

Close Your Eyes

“I don’t have to tell you everything,” Baz says coldly. “You don’t, but you’re doing a shit job at pretending to be okay and I’m sick with fucking nerves every time I wake up in the middle of the night to you gone. I didn’t like it at Watford and I like it well fucking less now.” “Simon—” “Christ, I just need to understand. Because you’re—because I’ve been trying. Right? I’ve been trying. But I don’t know what to do.” “I know you have. I just … I can’t.” “Can’t what?” “Talk. About this. I just …” He’s a lump under the blankets, shoulders hunched, knees up, chin tucked low. I could cover his whole body with mine. “I can’t.”

Sober

I’m not surprised when I shuffle out of my room at half ten only to immediately trip over his mess. Cold tea left sitting in the middle of the floor for fuck’s sake. The ceramic rattling across the hardwood and my muttered curses startle Snow from his supine position on the sofa where he apparently took up camp while I slept in. Crouching to retrieve the cup, I huff audibly as I notice it’s one of my growing collection of Twilight-themed mugs, his idea of a running joke since we lived in student housing. This one says ‘This is the skin of a killer, Bella’ and it’s covered in sparkles. Some get stuck to my skin every time I handle it. (Which would be never, if I had the choice, but it’s the closest thing I’ll probably ever get to a gift from Snow so I can’t actually bear to throw it out.) (Or the rest of them, for that matter.)

Tags under the cut!

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#tried to find a nice variety of tones for these excerpts #we have a taste of soft monsterfucking #some domestic angst #and even an attempt at humor #*slaps the top of my ao3* #this babys got everything #artsyfic #snowbaz fic #wip wednesday

[rimeswithpurple]

Carry On Countdown Day 27 - Gift

#when i saw this prompt i immediately thought of Baz writing thank you cards for their wedding gifts #at least Simon is kinda being helpful #did i look up property listings in Mayfair to find a real address for Lady Ruth? #yes i did #btw it's super posh #domestic fluff is my favorite thing #carry on countdown #carry on countdown 2023 #coc 2023 #snowbaz

[lonleyhumanbeing]

Headcanon that Simon and Baz have a weekly date where they watch the newest episode of The Great British Bake Off. When they have the extra time and something looks really good, they try to recreate the dessert together.

#simon snow series #rainbow rowell #simon snow #baz grimm pitch #snowbaz #headcanon #domestic #fluff

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

I barely remember the movie but 13 Going On 30 au where Simon somehow ends up in 30 year old Simon's life, but he's still a teen and very much freaked out by the fact that not only does he not HATE Baz but he's married to him in the future?????

#for peak drama/fun I think it should be 15 yo Simon tho #like he's lifted straight from his stalking obsession complete 'hatred' for Baz in 5th year #and plopped into the domestic bliss of being 30 and married to Baz (who he loves now apparently) #carry on #snowbaz #fanfic ideas #corascrap

[blackberrysummerblog]

Carry On Countdown 2022, Day 4: Cake

Just a short, silly bit of fluff that could be read as in the same storyline as Agree to Disagree, but you don’t have to read either to understand the other.

#carry on countdown 2022 #carry on countdown #carry on #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #coc 2022 #fanfic #baz pitch #snowbaz #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #domestic fluff #fluff #m/m

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Supernova

SnowBaz (+ side DeNiall) I Explicit I 25k I Superheroes AU, secrets, comfort, fluff and smut, domestic feels, very soft d/s dynamics, praise kink, smutty smut.

Summary: What happens when you lose your superpowers (and your job) (and your house!) but are still left with a pair of dragon wings? You move in with your former enemy and secret crush, of course.

I genuinely felt like I won the lottery when I managed to snatch @pato-roldnart's amazing art for the @carryon-reverse-bang! Their Simon and Baz are just soooo perfect and lovely and take my breath away. I mean, just look at Simon's bum in that fantastic art piece! 🍑💙 It's been an absolutely blast working with Pato on this fic. Thank you, Patito!

A heartfelt thank you to @bubble-gumhead for being such an amazing and supportive alpa/beta/human being! I wouldn't have done this without you!

A shiny thank you to the lovely mods of the @carryon-reverse-bang for organising this fest.

Read chapter 1 of Supernova on AO3.

#supernova #my writing #snowbaz #snowbaz fanart #my fics update #pato's amazing art #co fanart #carry on reverse bang #superheroes au #whoop whoop #tw blood #tw injury #blood #minor injuries

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@coartremix

Happy Carry On Art Remix, friends! I had the honor of remixing one bit of @letraspal's domestic snowbaz art series!

Look at how cute they all are!! I love Annie's art in general (I think I've remixed or been inspired by her art a few times outside of official events) and this art was simply too cute!

So I decided to draw Sophie and Petra being Simon's shoes and Swithin and Baz walking in to investigate the mischief. My brother and I used to love doing this to our dad and make him walk around with two full children clinging to his feet. I can tell you from experience as a teen babysitter that it's very tiring.

#carry on #carry on fanart #simon snow #simon snow series #simon snow series fanart #baz pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #sophie grimm #petra grimm #swithin grimm #carry on art remix #carry on art remix 2022 #my art #my fanart #also not my fanart!

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New Addition

words: 1,200

chapters: 1/1

rating: general audiences

tags: halloween, halloween costumes, fluff, domestic fluff, fluff and humor, humor, party, house party, snowbaz, domestic, domestic snowbaz, domestic boyfriends, domestic husbands, domestic bliss

description:

Baz and I never fight. We fought each other with our fists as kids and our words as teens. In the first year of our relationship, we didn’t fight at all, we sat in silence instead. Now, instead of fighting, we can talk it through. Like adults.

Except for today, apparently. No, today we’re fighting like it’s life or death.

OR

Simon and Baz are trying to come up with a halloween costume idea for the newest addition in their family, but can’t decide and end up arguing about it.

#carry on #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #rainbow rowell #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #ao3 tags #fic rec #ao3 link #ao3 writer #ao3fic #ao3feed #ao3 stuff

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Any Way The Exchange Blows 2023 Masterpost!

Hello hello my friends! Now that all gift works for the exchange event on the discord server in honor of the 2nd anniversary of the Any Way the Wind Blows release anniversary have been completed, I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who participated and share their works with you all! A special shoutout and thanks to @prettylightsbigcity and @stardustasincocaine who helped run the event with me! (And a second thanks for Tessa for pinch hitting at the very last moment)

(NSFW content below the cut)

ART (SFW)

@werezolft Created this fanart for @martsonmars' fic "Something Witty"

@cats-and-jam created this fanart for @facewithoutheart's fic "If There's Anything You Want"

@ic3-que3n created this fanart of a sweet and domestic married Snowbaz for @cats-and-jam

@katatsumuli created this fic fanart for @onepintobean of their collab fic "Don't Speak, I know just what you're saying" (Original fic collab with @ileadacharmedlife)

@mercy-upon-me created this fanart of our fave midwestern boy Shep for @werezolft

FIC (SFW)

"by moon and sunrise" by @trenchcoat-moth for @mercy-upon-me Rated Teen, 1.2K words Summary: Baz is away visiting family. Simon is still home at their flat. Neither likes the arrangement. Baz sets to rectify that.

"Breakable" by @sillyunicorn for @aristocratic-otter Rated Teen, 1K words, includes recorded original song and lyrics Summary: He wouldn’t have dropped out. He wouldn’t miss this last year to torment me. He wouldn’t leave me to wonder what’s happened to him — unless that’s his plan. Drive me mad with worry — no, not worry. I’m not worried for Baz. I’m worried about Baz. About what he’s doing. I’m worried for Watford. And when I put it that way… well, I have to do something, don’t I? I have to find him. I have to save Watford from whatever he and his family are plotting.

"An Act of Kindness" by @facewithoutheart for @prettylightsbigcity Rated Teen, 9.8K words, 4/4 chapters (complete) Summary: Baz joins Fiona on a continent-wide chase of the Chosen-One-Gone-Nuclear, leading to a Hyde Park stand-off that’ll force Baz to choose once and for all where his loyalty lies: with his heritage, or with his heart.

"endless skies and blazing sun" by @martsonmars for @trenchcoat-moth Rated General, ~1K words Summary: Baz knows he shouldn't have come to America, but how could he say no to watching Simon smile and laugh under a bright, never-ending sky? Baz knows he shouldn't have come, but what if it's exactly the right place to be to feel something new?

"The Real Thing" by @onepintobean for @thewriterxj Rated Teen, ~1K words Summary: Simon Snow’s favourite hobby is creating outfits for his paper doll Baz. He’s so normal about it. I mean, a man’s gotta have a hobby, and where would world-famous models be without their adoring fans, anyway?

"Home To Me" by @prettylightsbigcity for @sillyunicorn Rated Teen, 1.5K words Summary: Life is busy, but Simon and Baz are determined to get away and celebrate their anniversary. Travel rarely goes exactly as planned, but sometimes just being with the person you love is enough.

NSFW Contributions below the cut!

NSFW ART (will include work tags here relevant to possible CW/TW, please remember you're responsible for curating your own experience. Read tags as necessary.)

@krisrix created this piece titled "Good Boy" for @fatalfangirl Tags include: Anal Sex, Dom/Sub play, Collars, Leashes Artist Summary: Illustration of Simon wearing a collar and mounting Baz

@stardustasincocaine created this piece titled "Tie Me Up in Knots" for @ic3-que3n Tags include: Shibari, rope bondage, japanese rope bondage, implied sexual content Artist Summary: Simon in shibari ropes. That’s the thing. @stardustasincocaine is an absolutely chaotic angel who volunteered to pinch hit at the end of the event. They created this art piece lovingly titled "Few Positions Work When You Have Fuck Off Wings" for @theearlgreymage Tags Include: Anal sex, lingerie, partially drawn penises, body hair, lube, kissing, Simon Snow's Wings and Tail, and Emotional Porn Artist Summary: Simon and Baz doing the do but this time there’s lingerie

NSFW FICS (work tags included here relevant to possible CW/TW, please remember you're responsible for curating your own experience. Read tags as necessary.)

"Tickle The Dragon's Tail" by @aristocratic-otter for @katatsumuli Rated Explicit, ~3k words, Part 2 of The Dragonverse Tags: monsterfucking, kinky sex, tail sex, sex accidents, sex toys, sex toy accidents, anal sex, oral sex, sixty-nine, medical trauma, spadey having a mind of its own, mpreg, very much mpreg Writer Summary: Simon and Baz are having trouble finding a sex position that's comfortable, given the bulk of Simon's pregnant belly. Spadey has an idea. Niamh has to help save our heroes from Spadey's idea.

"Nothing to See Here" by @theearlgreymage for @krisrix Rated Explicit, 11.6K words Tags: Blow jobs, public blow jobs, semi-public sex, anal fingering, finger sucking, anal sex, sex magic, magic sharing, dom/sub, dom/sub undertones, mildly dubious consent, cock slut, miscommunication, pwp, overstimulation, multiple orgasms Writer Summary: When I glance up at him, he has his free hand in front of his mouth. I’m positive that he’s biting his thumb to keep himself from making any more noises. The weight of him on my tongue is delicious. And this close I can smell, taste, all of him. Green smoke, burnt buttery popcorn, and a heavy musk that can only be described as Simon. It’s my favorite thing, satisfying my taste buds more than any meal or rat ever will. I’m so lost in the moment that I don’t manage to catch the noises coming from me until I hear another voice. “The fuck was that?” Someone a row in front of where Snow sits whispers. I can’t help but wonder how they’d respond if they knew the truth of the matter. It’s Basilton Grimm-Pitch, moaning beneath a desk as he practically chokes on Simon Snow’s cock.

"Jaguar" by @fatalfangirl for @stardustasincocaine Rated Explicit, 2.5K words Tags: coffin trauma, comfort sex, non-defined dom/sub dynamics, blindfolds, emotional porn, emotions including those related to trauma such as fear and panic, Writer Summary: Baz still struggles with the dark. Simon offers sexy exposure therapy. Enter "stay" commands and overstimulation.

#Any Way The Exchange Blows 2023 #AWTEB2023 #Carry On Discord Exchange Event #Carry On Discord #Simon Snow Series Fanworks #Carry On Fanworks #Snowbaz fanart #snowbaz fanfic #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #snowbaz fanworks #sss fanart #sss fanfic #sss #Snowbaz Fanwork Exchange #Simon Snow Series Fandom Gift Exchange #Masterpost #Any Way The Exchange Blows 2023 Masterpost #AWTEB2023 Masterpost

[cosmicalart]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

Thank you @valeffelees for tagging me, I've seen this going around and been in the mood for ask games so this is great.

🦈 Tell us the name of one of your WIP(s)

Baz to The Past

🍄 Describe one of your WIPs in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

witness protection + freedom = runaway simon

🌍 What tags or warnings will your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Gonna answer this with my original story as most of my fics don't really have warnings. Alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual violence, eating disorders, homophobia (historical and modern), gore, body horror (in the monster sense), domestic abuse, abusive relationships, PTSD, generational trauma, and suicidal thoughts. There's probably a lot more as I work on it, this story starts out very dark, everybody is fucked up, but a lot of the story is about the characters dealing with these things and recovering so its suppose to end on a much happier note

🧭 An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

No idea lol

⚠️ Which WIP you’re most likely to finish or update next?

Baz to the Past, everything else is still in just the brainstorming/plotting stages, but I'm still slowly working on BTTP

💾 What is the document of your WIP called? (Not the story title, but what you’ve saved it as.)

Time travel fic (thats what my outline for Baz to The Past is called lol)

🖍 Post any sentence from your WIP

(This is from a different time travel fic)

The window had lost its chill after the first hour, my breath leaving a permanent fog. By this point, I couldn’t focus on the scene passing by, the vibrations of the glass against my head coupled with the radio had a headache building behind my eyes. And yet, I didn’t care enough to move at the moment.

♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Had a character in my original story I was gonna have be a lesbian but scrapped that for her to be alloaro as it felt like it fit her character more (plus being somewhat aspect myself I wanted to add some rep)

🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Paranormal youtuber snowbaz

🤡 How many WIPs are you actively working on?

Actively, 3. In total I probably got like 8 in some stages of progress

🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Chapter four of BTTP, when simon and Baz come back from dinner

❤️ Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Hell yeah

This was really fun. Apologies for any duplicates, idk whos done this or not, and no pressure to do it.

@letraspal @kianlime @thewholelemon @that-disabled-princess @cultofsappho @krisrix @larkral @ionlydrinkhotwater @facewithoutheart @martsonmars

#ask game

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For Day 22 of Carry on Countdown 23, Music. @carryon-countdown

In which Simon Snow brings his husband home a kitten, who his husband (appropriately) names Ophelia.

Rated T for One (1) instance of the f-bomb (I think).

This is a series of snapshots of different Simon Snows and Baz Pitches in the greater multiverse. You can find the other "lives" here: [Day 3: Alternate Universe][Day 19: Sci-Fi][Day 20: Flowers][Day 21: Begin Again]

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“Okay,” Simon’s text opens, “Promise not to be mad.”

That’s always a good start. Basil doesn’t bother to text back, only checks the time to make sure Simon would be done with the kids for the day and decides now is a good enough time to call a break for the symphony. He dismisses them with a wave, flashing five twice as he steps away from the podium, already calling his husband. “Promise not to be mad is an ominous way to start a conversation, love.”

“Okay, but you have to promise,” Simon pouts adorably on the other end of the line. Baz can just see those blue eyes glistening up at him and the indignant jut of Simon’s chin when he protests Basil’s objections, and the dramatised sniffling his Simon would do.

He sighs, already defeated, “Love, do I ever stay mad at you long?”

“Well, no…” Simon admits, and Basil can see the little duck he’s doing with his head right then without having to see him at all, “But still! Don’t get mad in the first place for this one.”

Baz paces a circle once, and then he paces it again, just one more time before giving in fully to his defeat. “Alright, I won’t be. Actually mad. But what have you gone and done in the first place?”

“Nothing! Just, well, it wasn’t me who did anything,” Simon starts, and Baz could agree he probably hadn’t actually done anything too offensive himself. “So you know how the school’s gotten a sort of campus cat in the last couple of months?”

“Mhmn,” Baz intones, forcing himself to sit in an empty seat in the concert hall so as to not work himself up excessively or worry his musicians. He visualises the twenty tiny kindergarteners Simon minds throughout the day, running through their faces and various little mops of messy kindergartener hair from the last time he’d seen them. He could just imagine how excited they must be about some sweet campus stray. Knowing Simon, he’s probably set up a cat house in some corner of the playground for it. He doesn’t need to ask about it, he already knows Simon’s done it without even popping by the school.

“So the cat, we’ve been calling her Midnight, is actually a Mama Midnight and she had her litter like seven, eight weeks ago…” Simon trails off for a moment and Baz has to urge him on with another acknowledging noise, a sort of wordless ‘go on then’ before Simon’s barrelling forward again, “So it’s about time that the kittens get homed and I kind of just took the black one before anyone could say anything all her siblings are orange and white they’re gonna get adopted so easily and I already got her a collar and it’s pink with little rhinestones on it and you can’t tell me to send her to someone else, I’ll cry.”

Baz blinks back at the empty space at the end of the hall, taking all this information in stride. He doesn’t dislike animals. He gets on with cats rather well, actually, he’s just never had one of his own. “Alright,” he concedes without argument, “I won’t tell you to send her to someone else.”

“I’m already atta–” Simon pauses with a confounded little ‘uhhh…’ that stretches on into eternity, “Wait, you said yes?”

“I said yes,” Baz confirms, standing to stretch his legs and head back to the symphony, his musicians already starting to test their instruments in the background.

“That was surprisingly easy…”

“I have a condition,” Basil announces, purely for the sake of giving Simon a justification for that uneasiness in his tone. And also purely because he likes fucking with his husband still sometimes.

“Okay…?” Simon sounds even more suspicious of him and Basil has to hide a laugh, pulling the phone away from his ear while to compose himself before continuing.

“I get to name her.”

“Oh,” Simon says dumbly, “But I–”

“Nope,” Baz pops his ‘p’ as he says it, “That’s my condition, take it or leave it.”

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Baz names her Ophelia. He doesn’t bother to hear any suggestions from Simon, even though Simon had apparently had a long list of names, but when he hears Basil call the little black kitten Ophelia he forgets each and every one of them in an instant.

She ends up being a bit of a priss, dainty on her paws and holding her head high, prancing about like she owns the place only a week and a half into moving in with them. She’s definitely taking after Baz with how he minds the house, each little thing in its little home and not a bit of mess to be found. Not to mention she does the same sort of snubbing Baz does, nose up to the sky when she doesn’t want to hear it or doesn’t get her way. The worst of it is she’s definitely bonding with Basil more than she’s bonding with Simon!

Well, alright, that wasn’t a bad thing, not actually. Something about coming home to find Baz lounging watching the tele or browsing his computer and having the little kitten on his lap napping was entirely too precious. Something about them made him entirely too fond. If it wasn’t that, then they’d be in the kitchen while Baz was cooking, and he’d have his headphones in and the sheet music to the symphony his orchestra is playing and between stirring pasta sauce or sauteing meat and vegetables, his spatula would double as a make-shift conducting baton.

Ophelia loved when Baz would practice his conducting. Not only did she manage to get stray scraps of meat and cheese when Baz was cooking-conducting, but he also was waving around a very entertaining stick for her to try and snatch from him. Nothing was better for entertaining little Ophelia. They’ve gotten her several sticks that were intended for kittens, with bells and feathers and floof in all manner of bright colours, but nothing satisfies the same way Baz’s spatula satisfies.

Perhaps it was the food. Simon could relate.

Simon’s caught them like this no less than four times so far, and she’s not even ten weeks old. 

“You’re spoiling her,” Simon says as he drops his keys in the bowl and slips his shoes off, “I thought I was going to be the one spoiling her, but it’s definitely you.”

“Don’t talk about Princess Ophelia like that to me, Simon,” Basil looks utterly appalled – a farce Simon is well aware of by now.

“I can’t believe you crowned her since the last time I saw you two,” Simon bemoans, flopping himself over on the couch, “When will you crown me, Basilton? When will I have earned the right to be royalty in your eyes?”

Baz walks over with the kitten perched on his arm like she belonged there and Simon pouts at her. “Did you want to be Princess Simon?” Baz’s voice is dripping sarcasm, but Simon only pouts harder.

“Well, what if I did?”

“Simon–” Baz outright chokes on a laugh at the thought and Ophelia looks offended that he shook her perch so abruptly. Baz puts her gently down on the arm of the couch and slides down next to Simon, sprawling the smaller out over his lap. His fingers card soft through Simon’s curls and before he knows it, he’s got Simon curled up like he was the kitten in their household. “Simon, you’re always royalty to me.”

“You’ve never titled me,” Simon prods Baz’s belly gently and Baz hums a soft song back.

“There’s no title in the world worthy of you, love,” Baz says it so sincerely that Simon knows that it must be true, “You’re always first in my heart. Even when you’re jealous of a silly kitten, need I remind you, that you brought home.”

Simon huffs a little, nuzzling his nose against that same spot he’d just poked, laying a soft kiss just there. “I’m not really jealous,” He means it when he says it, “I just wanted some attention.”

“I will always give you the attention you need,” Basil soothes as he brushes Simon’s hair behind his ears, caressing the shell of it gently, “Did you have a rough day?”

“Mhmn,” Simon answers, curling himself up more in Baz’s lap, “Parents…”

The one word bears enough weight to exhaust them both. “Would you like a nap before dinner? Right here on the couch?”

“Will you nap with me?” Simon asks, even as Basil’s already pulling the throw blanket down from where it had been resting at the top of the couch. He’s already sinking down onto the couch with Simon, wrapping himself more thoroughly around his husband, covering them both with that old hand-knit blanket Lady Ruth had given them for their wedding.

“It seems like a good day for a nap, I think.” It’s Baz’s own way of saying ‘of course,’ his own way of making the act of taking care of Simon something for them both.

Simon curls up facing Baz’s chest and Baz takes the edge of the couch, knowing Simon would fall off if he were to switch their positions. Simon’s breathing settles out as soon as Baz starts humming the notes to his symphony, just a quiet thing for Simon to focus on instead of the dreaded parents that he had been thinking about all day long, no doubt.

Princess Ophelia finds her own place curled up at the back of Simon’s knees, purring loudly and comfortably napping with both her dads together on the couch.

#Carry On Countdown #COC 2023 #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #my writing #domestic snowbaz #married snowbaz #conductor baz #kindergarten teacher simon #honestly just fluff #so much fluff

[brilla-brilla-estrellita]

Top 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

thank you for the tag @bookish-bogwitch! I'm so happy to be tagged in stuff!

favorite color: pink!

currently rereading: The Percy Jackson series (and next will be Heroes of Olympus) along with the podcast The Newest Olympian! We're on the last book, The Last Olympian. It's only 1 chapter a week, with 2-3 episodes about mythology and Demigod Files and stuff in between each book, so it's sloooooow going.

last song: "bad idea right?" by Olivia Rodrigo

last series: Dimension 20's A Court of Fey and Flowers (literally watching the last Adventuring Party episode as I type).

sweet, savory, or spicy? SWEET.

currently working on: I am a hobby collector so I'm always working on 50,000 things, so we'll just stick to Simon Snow stuff here:

Top secret Snowbaz fic

Sailor Moon R-inspired Snowbaz

goofy Snowbaz pasta-based fluff

Snowbaz + Stormchaser domestic fluff

Shepard x Wednesday crossover???? (He and Penny had a whole conversation about it in my head and now I can't stop thinking about it).

Simon Snow oracle deck (no art, atm, because I don't art well)

Will they ever been finished? Who's to say?

tagging (apologies if you've already done this and I missed it!): @iamamythologicalcreature @onepintobean @martsonmars @agni-ashes @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @skeedelvee

[rimeswithpurple]

Sketch Sunday

Thank you, @facewithoutheart for the tag! I hope your day is going a bit better. I just finished my latest fan art of Snowbaz domestic fluff and I didn't immediately have another idea in mind, so I thought I'd start on my 100 Hands project. Here are hands 1-8!

When I was in art school, one of my classes had an assignment to draw 100 hands, feet and faces by the end of the semester. Since I already had two other studio classes, I tried to do the bare minimum by drawing the smallest hands and feet I could get away with. This time, I'm determined to put forth more effort.

I sometimes teach knitting classes, so I had a bunch of pictures on my phone of my hands knitting that I use for instructions sheets. I think for now I'm super into drawing hands making things rather than existing in space.

I really have to get around to making a banner for myself.

Tags under the cut!

@thewholelemon @artsyunderstudy @whogaveyoupermission @letraspal @cutestkilla @valeffelees @prettygoododds @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[lonleyhumanbeing]

This Is What People Do

Rated: General

Words: 2.4k

Summary: Baz has been planning to propose for weeks. Simon, however, wrecks his plans with one simple sentence.

I was incredibly sick when I decided to write this and the only thing my mind could keep up with was fanfiction. So I’m blaming this on that.

#simon snow series #simon snow #baz grimm pitch #rainbow rowell #fanfiction #give me domestic snowbaz any day of the week. #snowbaz #oneshot fluff #domestic fluff

[letraspal]

Read The curse of the 31 cheeseburgers 🍔 by @martsonmars

A wonderful fic I highly recommend, specially if you, like me, love a good domestic snowbaz fic. And this one is fine as hell. Spoiler: I’d do anything for little Leo.

#simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #fanart #carry on #letraspal #illustration #book characters #carry on fanart #rainbow rowell #wayward son #any way the wind blows #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #the simon snow trilogy #the curse of the 31 cheeseburgers #martsonmars #fic rec #fic art #snowbaz fic