#oliver bunce | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ionlydrinkhotwater · 2 years

Text

Idea: Carry On x A Song of Ice and Fire

NOT THE HBO SHOW, THE BOOKS ONLY*

Salisburys=Targaryan (Blond, Dragons, large and in charge)

Pitch=Martell (Progressive, Dark haired, olive skined desert oasis, retains royal titles, ruled by powerful women)

Grimm=Lannister (rich, rich, rich)

Bunce=Hightower (all about the knowledge, the hub of learning in all seven kingdoms)

Wellbelove=Tully (family, duty, honor)

Lady Ruth (maiden name) =Tyrell (the Reach the breadbasket of the seven kingdoms)

Cadwallader= Stark

Petty=Arryn (lots of goats in the Vale)

Niall=Greyjoys

Hand of the King (like a Prime minister)

Last Names for the Bastards of great families are determined based on location/who the parent is:

North: Snow

Vale: Stone

Dorne: Sand

Kingslanding: Waters

Reach: Flowers

Riverlands: Rivers

etc.

The Salisbury's have ruled the Seven Kingdoms on the Iron Throne for centuries, they are considered the blood of the Dragon but no one in the family has been able to transform into one for ages. An incident occurred with their heir Princess Lucy when Davy of house Cadwallader abandoned his northern seat of Winterfell, giving it to his cousins and joined the Wildlings beyond the wall (a group of people who refuse to acknowledge the authority of the crown and the feudal lords). No one knows everything that happened but the generally held belief is that Davy kidnapped her for what he believed was the Prophecy of Ice and Fire, the union of the (former) Lord of Winterfell and the Salisbury's would create the Prince that was Promised; whether he married her is anyone's guess. Attempts were made to recover her especially by Natasha Pitch, Hand to King Andrew and Princess of Dorne but she was never found. In that time the King died and left his wife Queen Ruth of Highgarden as regent for their remaining child Prince Jaime, who is a nice kid but really NOT fit to be in charge and who is desperate to abdicate to literally ANYONE else and become the Lord of Highgarden as he would prefer (its a cushy role).

There is a hope among some of the old families of Westeros that maybe Natasha's heir Prince Baz of Dorne could be considered for the throne in lieu of Jaime. But things go sideways when there is a showdown between Davy and Natasha in a battle beyond the wall where Davy is defeated by Natasha but she dies from wounds sustained during the skirmish. It is there that Lady Ebb Petty of the Vale finds a small baby Dragon in the snow, the Dragon then becomes a little boy: Simon "Snow" Salisbury: Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne. This throws the Seven Kingdoms into disarray:

1) The Salisburys are thrilled after all they now have a beloved child who can turn into a Dragon like the Salisbury's of old, Jaime is happy to give up his claim

2) Simon's Claim is a bit wobbly, Going for him is: his martial prowess, he is the heir of the heir and so his claim supersedes everyone else and he can turn into a dragon which is like a nuke in this world. Against him is that he is very likely a 'bastard' hence the nickname Simon 'Snow' even though his Grandma legitimized him, and his father was the hated Davy Cadwallader who the old families hate and resent. He also spent the first 10 yrs of his life living beyond the wall in a seemingly lawless, wild place that has a shady reputation among the rest of Westeros and the old families fear he may try and undermine their authority with his wildling values.

The old families split allegiances, Dorne although loyal to Queen Ruth is not going to accept Simon on the throne, Dorne was the last to join the seven kingdoms and unlike the other realms of Westeros, was never conquered, the Salisbury's made Natasha the hand to appease Dorne and allowed them to retain their customs and titles. They are prepared under the Viper Princess Fiona to throw hands over the ascension of Simon SNOW, they have the Grimms of Casterly Rock as allies and they hold all the gold in Westeros. And Niall of the Iron Isles has promised his impressive fleet to 'Baz's' cause, among others.

Simon has allies too though, the Pettys of the Vale, the Wellbeloves of Riverrun, the Bunces of Oldtown and the Cadwallader Cousins of Winterfell. Other families like the Brodys of Storms End and the dashing Sealord of Bravos Shepard have married into the alliance.

Growing up Prince Simon and Prince Baz have been treated as and treated each other as enemies and rivals. With the members of their alliances moving around and butting heads.

some of the others are just biding their time

During the month of Simon's 18th name day all of Westeros and the interested parties across the Narrow sea are holding their breath. Queen Ruth's regency is up and she will hand the reigns to either Jaime (who, lets be honest would be a puppet) with Baz as his Hand (as the Dornish alliance want) or to her grandson Simon with Lady Penelope Bunce as his Hand. Civil war is on the horizon: BUT the Summer Tourney changes everything.

During the lavish tourney given to celebrate the retirement of Dowager Queen Ruth and the incredible job she did at taking care of the kingdom (and delaying war). Both alliances are there and both royal Princes are in attendance. Simon is riding in the tourney itself as he always is and inevitably wins the tilts and is named champion. When he is given a crown of Winter roses to crown his King/Queen of of Love and Beauty (a courtly tradition), he rides past everyone and to the shocked silence of the crowd, lays the wreath on the lap of Prince Baz of Dorne. Baz stares in disbelief before taking the crown, his hands are shaking so badly his Lady step mother has to help fasten it to his hair.

During the subsequent feast where, as the champions chosen King of Love and Beauty Baz is seated away from his allies and beside Simon, Lady Ruth announces that she will be naming Simon as King of all Westeros. Simon then announces that it is his desire to marry Prince Baz as his King-consort. This comes as a huge surprise to everyone except Penelope, Ruth, Jaime and Shepard. Everyone knows that Baz and Simon HATE each other and the idea that they would marry was absurd that no one would have suggested it even as a joke

Baz thinks that Penelope Bunce will be an EXCELLENT Hand. The simplest way for them to avoid war is to marry Simon to Baz the Dornish alliance would be fools turn away from being offered a crown, and it turns enemies to staunch allies, after all Simon's success as a King is now tied to Baz's. And to question Simon's eligibility would delegitimize Baz's royal ascension. Baz also thinks that Simon will be a good king after all he's handsome, powerful, a warrior that came out of a song and is marrying a man he hates just to avoid a war and strengthen his position during his political transition, finally he thinks that this was more than he ever dreamed of, he has been secretly in love with Prince Simon since forever and perhaps they could come to a truce and make this marriage work.

Simon thinks that Penelope Bunce will be an EXCELLENT Hand. That this solution of her's is a stroke of brilliance. He also thinks that Baz will be an amazing King consort, he's born into this world of intrigue and so smart and savvy, he's even agreeing to marry a man he hates to avoid a war. Finally he thinks that this was more than he ever dreamed of, he has been secretly in love with Prince Baz forever and perhaps they could come to a truce and make this marriage work.

If anyone wants to take this and run with it, please do. I'd love to read it :)

#simon snow #the simon snow trilogy #simon and baz #simon snow series #simon snow trilogy #snowbaz fanfiction #snowbaz fic #snowbaz #asoiaf x carry on #crossover #carry on prompt

9 notes · View notes

wlwmorganfyres · 3 years

Photo

i cant remember if i said they moved to mt komorebi but..... olly and tiger moved to mt komorebi for their last semester!

#oliver bunce #laurie bunce #the sims 4 #if i did say it this is awkward #bunce legacy #gen 2.5

2 notes · View notes

asexualslutsworld · 2 years

Text

any way the wind blows (third book in the simon snow triology) by rainbow rowell

53 notes · View notes

cattocavo · 2 years

Text

I've picked up a new hobby, which is painting bookmarks to the books I read. This is an illustration of chapter 61 in Rainbow Rowell's novel; Carry on.

And it's double sided!

Characters are simon snow and baz pitch

136 notes · View notes

britney62 · 3 years

Text

Penny: You know you can die from that, right?

Baz, smoking a cigarette: That's the whole point.

Simon, drinking alcohol: We're trying to speed this up!

Shepard, eating raw cookie dough and nodding:

247 notes · View notes

boyinjeans · 6 years

Text

i think it’s great how both simon and baz can be seen as ice and fire.

baz is, well, dead, so he’s physically cool to the touch. he’s also a very cold person in nature, in that he isolates himself and has a sharp tongue. but also, he contains this passion in him, a love for simon that burns deeply. that, and he can summon fire.

simon is a literal human firecracker. baz says he warms up rooms with his magic. he’s the sun. when he goes off, he singes the ground around him. he’s hotheaded. he’s also cold in the sense that he was isolated by the mage for so long, hidden from the magickal world, neglected and abused, given the cold shoulder. he didn’t choose to isolate himself like baz did, though. that, and his name is literally simon snow.

that’s all. :^]

#carry on #baz pitch #rainbow rowell #simon snow #snowbaz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #basilton grimm pitch #basilton pitch #simon snow salisbury #wayward son #simon oliver snow #penelope bunce #penny bunce #agatha wellbelove

922 notes · View notes

carryonchristmas · 6 years

Photo

Here’s a very weird list of all the foods mentioned in Carry On in order of appearence. So if you were thinking about creating a Carry On food feast here’s all you need to know! (I underlined the complete meals/ special food combinations, also please excuse any spelling mistakes, I created this in the middle of the night!) Merry December Fifth!

(Also because tomorrow is Saint Nicolas day I will be posting an extra specia gift on my side blog which will be reblogged to here, it’s a little warm up for the Christmas party I guess and I would very much like to know what you think of it and the party preperations thusfar!)

332 notes · View notes

alec-isnt-your-bitch · 7 years

Photo

@rainbowrowell's "CARRY ON" just came out here in Portugal! 😍💕

2K notes · View notes

thegreatlawn · 7 years

Photo

I just won an advanced copy of the German version of Carry On which is called “Aufstieg und Fall des außerordentlichen Simon Snow” which is basically the translation of “The rise and fall of the extraordinary Simon Snow” and I’m so freaking excited! The book will be released on August 4th but I’ll get my copy next or even this week!!! Also the cover is so super amazing I’m totally in awe … (Also my throat just broke from squealing and fangirling too much but damn it - Simon’s worth it!) Look at that my precious baby!

#simon snow #carry on #rainbow rowell #vorablesen #cover glory #aufstieg und fall des außerordentlichen simon snow #rise and fall of simon snow #simon oliver snow #simon snow salisbury #baz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #penelope bunce #snowflake #ya #book #winnet #advanced copy #arc

179 notes · View notes

forabeatofadrum · 2 years

Text

che col tuo lume mi levasti - chapter sixteen

AO3

–

SIMON

Something’s happened to my mum.

I don’t know what.

I came back from my little trip around Bérgamo and she was silent when I showed all the readings to professor Bunce. To his dismay, there was nothing out of the ordinary. He’d hoped for a possible explanation as to why dead spots appear.

We stayed in Bérgamo for hours and my mum still worked as a translator, but something was off and on our way back home, she looked distracted.

I’m lying in my bed in my childhood bedroom and I call Baz to tell him. I also want to know how Agatha reacted. He texted me to tell me that it went well, but now I want the full story.

“I’m so happy, Snow,” Baz says. I think he might be crying. “She’s not jumping up and down from excitement, but it went so much better than I expected.”

“I’m so happy to hear this,” I tell him. Everything’s working out for him and I couldn’t be more in love with him.

“She asked me who knew, and I told her that my parents and Fiona obviously know. And that you were the first person I ever told. And that your mum found out… you know when.”

“When I killed dad.”

“Yeah. And Shepard. Agatha admitted that she was a little jealous that I told him before her, since she’s my best friend, but she also fully understands that it was easier to tell Shepard first.”

“Shepard is my bestie.”

“Snow, for the love of Merlin, stop saying bestie.”

“No.”

Baz laughs. We’re just messing around. We still rile each other up when we see a chance and he knows that I say bestie just to get his reaction.

“So, tomorrow’s the birthday?” I say.

Baz hums. “Yes. Fiona is invited.”

“Oh. How is that playing out for you?”

“… I don’t think I will ever forgive Nicodemus and his chosen family, but I think it’s also unfair to be mad at her, especially now that I know that vampires aren’t pure evil.”

“That sounds fair.”

“How was the research?” Baz changes the topic. I let him. He doesn’t like Nicodemus.

I tell Baz that it was disappointing. Professor Bunce, Alexandra and their teams all had their hopes up, since it was the first study that compares two different countries, but so far it looks like the zone morte are similar to the dead spots. Everyone had hoped to find some difference, because that could lead to a possible new theory, but nope.

All the dead spots and zone morte seemed to have appeared at random, all around the same time, and it’s not because of the lack of language.

I then hide underneath the covers. I obviously cannot cast a silencing spell and my mum’s in the same house.

“Something’s wrong with my mum,” I whisper.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I came back from my little solo expedition and she was just different.”

“Different how?”

I tell Baz what happened.

“Hmmmm,” he hmmmms, “And nothing happened beforehand?”

I think back. I remember something. “She looked very uncomfortable when professor Bunce showed her the location and date of the first dead spot in the WoM.”

He also hates it when I say WoM, but he doesn’t react to that. Instead he asks: “Do you remember what it was?”

“Somewhere in Wales,” I answer. I don’t know where exactly. “June twenty-first 1997.”

“Simon,” Baz says after a small beat of silence, “Simon.”

He only calls me Simon when it’s serious. “What?”

“Simon, love, you absolute idiot, that’s your birthday!”

I sit up in my bed. The sheets glide off me.

“Shit! You’re right!” I hadn’t even realised. I don’t care as much about my birthday, compared to other people. I completely missed the obvious. That’s when I realise the other obvious thing. “Baz. Wales.”

“Yes,” Baz breathes out, “You’re Welsh and born on June twenty-first in 1997. Simon, how big are the odds?”

“I… I…” I splutter out. I don’t know what to say. English is my first language, but sometimes you gotta fall back on Italian. “Cazzo cazzo cazzo merda porca puttana dio Cristo!”

“Simon, stop!” Baz yells in my ear, but I keep yelling Italian words. I am no longer being silent.

At one point, the door to my room gets opened. My mum’s standing in the doorway. “Simon Oliver Snow, what is going on?”

I stare at her. “Mum, June twenty-first, 1997, Wales. Mum.”

She understands what I am talking about immediately. Her shoulders sag and she looks sad. I don’t like it when my mum looks sad.

“Let’s make some tea,” she eventually says, “I think we need to talk.”

BAZ

The birthday is in full swing. Officially, it’s the twins’ birthday party, but everyone in attendance knows that I am grouping a lot of birthdays together, so no one bats an eyelash when I give Mordelia Simon’s gift.

I snap a photo of Mordelia and her doll so that I can send it to Simon. Last night he told me that his mum wanted to talk, so we wished each other goodnight and then we hung up. I haven’t heard of him since. He’s out in the field. He’ll call when he has the time.

I wonder what happened. I have a precarious feeling about all of this. I don’t know if Simon’s already realised that the last dead spots appeared in September 2016. Truly, how big are the odds of the first dead spot appearing on Simon’s birthday and the last ones appearing in the month he gave away his magic?

He’ll call. I know he will. Right now I have another mountain to climb. Fiona has arrived. I down my drink and I hand my glass to a waiter (yes, Daphne has hired staff) and I walk towards her. She sees me approaching and her entire face falls.

Shit.

“Fiona,” I say kindly.

“Baz.”

“Can I talk to you in private?” I ask.

“Are you going to kill me for marrying a vampire,” she whispers angrily. Then she looks around to see if someone’s overheard, but everyone’s focusing on Petra doing a magic trick. It’s actually magickal.

“No.”

“Fine.”

The two of us leave the party unnoticed. The moment we’re outside, Fiona lights a cigarette. I scrunch up my nose. I hate the smell. Fiona sees my reaction and she rolls her eyes.

“Fiona,” I start, “I don’t like Nicodemus, but not because he’s a vampire. I don’t mind him being a vampire. I don’t mind me being a vampire anymore. I think I can embrace it.”

I don’t know if Fiona planned on keeping up an annoyed appearance, because right now she looks at me in surprise. Then the surprise morphs into pride.

“Really?” she asks, amazed, “Baz, really?”

She knows more than any other person in the world how much I hated being a vampire. She never actively encouraged me to embrace it, since Fiona also grew up with the World of Mages’s view on vampirism, but in the end we still care about each other and we wish each other happiness.

I was happy. I’ve been happy for a while, especially now that I have Simon, but this unhappiness always prevented me from being fully exuberant in life.

“Really?” she asks again. She uses her free hand to grab my shoulder. Then she puts the cigarette in her mouth so that she can grab both shoulders. It’s reminiscent of the many times that she calmed me down. I almost tear up at the gesture. I nod.

“It’s still here, Fi,” I point towards my heart, “A part of me still finds it difficult to accept, but I’m working on it. I even told Shepard and Agatha the truth.”

“How?” Fiona sounds muffled with that cigarette sticking out of her mouth, but I heard her.

I put my hands on hers.

“Nicodemus told me about the vampire hub in Rome. Simon and I went down to see it for ourselves.” I tell Fiona what happened. It’s not as detailed as the stories that I told Shepard, but I tell Fiona the most important bits. I talk about the kindness that Emma, Angelo and the community showed me and how everyone was so welcoming towards Simon. I give Fiona a little rundown about the CoMi and CoMa and how it’s so much better than the World of Mages.

I tell her that it’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

“If I could travel back in time and stop the vampires from Turning me, I still would,” I admit, “But I can finally honour the promise that I made to my mother and carry on as I am, in peace.”

Fiona’s openly weeping now.

“Natasha is dead,” she sobs, “And she wasn’t a saint.”

I shake my head. “She is. She wasn’t.”

“But I’ve thought a lot about my sister in the past one and a half year, and she might not agree with the way we live, me marrying a vampire and you being one, but I think that above all else she’d want us to be happy. She wasn’t a saint, but she also wasn’t a devil.”

“Nicodemus and his friends are evil, but they don’t represent all vampires.”

Fiona hangs her head. She lets out a sigh and the cigarette falls to the ground. “Nico and I have talked a lot about Nat’s death since we came home from Italy.”

“Is he going to abandon his family?”

Fiona shakes her head, looking solemn, and I still hate Nicodemus.

“But I don’t ever have to see them,” Fiona then says, “And I won’t, because I’ve told Nicodemus that I will set all of them ablaze the moment I lay eyes on them.”

“Same.”

“Natasha burned. So can they. For what they did to her and to you. And I never hated The Mage more for what he did to her and you. I want to kill him.”

“Simon beat you to it.”

Fiona laughs shakingly. “Fuck me, Baz. I still can’t believe that Simon being the fucking Greatest Mage got swept under the rug. I don’t know if I should be angry or happy with it. Angry, cause I always wanted to kill the fictional Greatest Mage, but happy, since he killed evil.”

“Don’t shout it out loud.”

“I won’t, kid,” Fiona says, “I understood why you told me. We both have partners who are hiding a big truth about ourselves. It’s just so conflicting. The Greatest Mage, for fuck’s sake.”

“The world is filled with conflicting ideas,” I say, “Who knows what other secrets are out there?”

“Speaking of… Have you connected the dots?” Fiona suddenly asks.

“What?”

“What The Mage did to you?”

I frown.

“He sent the vampires.”

Fiona has a sad smile on her face. I grip her hands.

“Nicodemus and I believe that he’s the reason that the numpties kidnapped you.”

“What the fuck?” I yell out. Fiona’s said that before, but I never saw a reason to believe her. Fiona blamed The Mage for everything!

“The Veil lifted,” Fiona reminds me. I know this. Everyone at Watford was talking about it when I came back and you can figure it out with some simple math. It’d been twenty years since the Veil previously lifted. “Nat didn’t Visit us. Not me. Not Malcolm. But Nico thinks that she might’ve Visited you.”

And that’s when I start to run.

SIMON

My mum and I drive to Spinazzino. It’s a fraction of the city of Ferrara and it has a zona morta. It’s a two and a half hours long drive, so we left early with all the researchers in tow. That’s why I stayed the night at my mum’s. It’s just easier to leave together.

I am driving.

“What are we going to tell Martin?” my mum suddenly asks.

“The truth?” I propose. What else can we say? Yesterday, my mum and I went over all the dates ourselves. My mum does not have all the information and fancy maps, but she still has the original list of dates given by the Lob.

A lot of dates didn’t mean anything. Small dead spots appeared in nineteen years. But in 2016, something changed. The two big dead spots of 2016 were the first in a list of big dead spots. I remember that, since Baz had to go home to help his parents move. They appeared on the same day Baz and I fought the vampires.

The last day of BM.

(Or the first day of AM? I learnt about my magic in the middle of the day, so BM and AM overlap on that day.)

The day I went off and grew into my magic.

“This could be a coincidence,” my mum says, but we don’t believe that. The evidence is astounding.

“We should tell professor Bunce, mum. See what he has to say,” I say with more certainty now, “We brought the extra books, and he knows the truth about my magic. He might make sense of this.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

We talk more during the drive, but we stay away from this topic. We arrive at Spinazzino, and just like last time, the dead spot hits hard. My mum starts gagging when I drive, which means that we’ve arrived. Behind us I see that the others park the cars, so I do too.

Spinazzino is very small. There is basically one street, the Via della Cembalina. There’s also the Via Cascina, but according to Google Maps, that street acts as a border of Spinazzino, so it’s not really part of Spinazzino. Or it is. It depends who you ask.

We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere.

There are a few houses and a church, but we’re surrounded by land. All the researchers take their time to adjust to the dead spot. Since I don’t have to, I start to unload their equipment from the cars. Some locals spot us, but we came up with a cover story and I bullshit my way through it. It’s something about the environment. If you use fancy enough words, people will take your word for it, since you sound smart and they don’t want to look dumb and argue. (Baz also taught me that.)

The others have gotten over their shock and we go to work.

“When do we tell Martin?” I ask my mum.

“Let’s wait for a while, okay?” my mum suggests, “Maybe they’ll find something.”

I doubt it.

And after a few hours, I am proven right. Professor Bunce looks like he wants to rip his head off his body, that’s how disappointed and frustrated he looks.

“Lucy, are you sure nothing big happened in the Italian magickal community on this day?”

My mum shakes her head. “Alexandra says no.”

“But there must be. The Comunità is disorganised. Maybe she doesn’t know!”

My mum and I look at each other. We pity him. He looks like he’s at the end of his rope, trying to find an explanation. He’s spent years of his life studying this phenomenon only to be proven wrong.

“Martin,” my mum says seriously, “Simon and I have found something. I think we should talk. Privately.”

End notes: Spinazzino is once again chosen at random. I put my cursor on a random place close to Salò and I just loved the name so much (spinach is my favourite food).

And another shout-out to Marta matsonmars, who wasn’t fazed at all when I asked her for a string of swear words to yell out in panic.

#snowbaz #che col tuo lume mi levasti #carry on #simon snow series #holy fuck I wrote #2021 #multichaptered #story: paradiso

1 note · View note

pitchpatronus · 4 years

Text

Tuesday

(making art apparently wasn’t enough to fully express my love of snowbaz. I present to you my first ever fic 🙊 Takes place between CO and WS.)

BAZ

Simon Snow is lying on the sofa.

It’s a Tuesday, and my composition class ended early, so I made my way to Snow and Bunce’s tiny, third floor flat. I stand in the doorway and take it in, trying to decipher which kind of Tuesday this will be.

Simon doesn’t really have good days and bad days. He has bad days and worse days. On the worse days, it’s like a dense fog has descended all around him, sealing him off from the outside world. He lays for hours, staring unblinkingly at some spot on the ceiling or the back of the couch. He won’t talk or eat. At first, I would try to engage him on his worse days...try to coax him out of his trance with conversation or his favorite foods. He would just roll over and face away from me, press his nose into the crease of the couch cushions. Now I sit in the lumpy arm chair nearby and read a book or work on an essay for school. I don’t know if my presence makes a difference to him. Maybe he would be happier if I just left altogether, but I selfishly stay for my own comfort. I need to be near him, to see him, to smell him. To hear his heart beating slowly, but steadily, as he hibernates within himself.

Today, though, Simon is sitting up, his curls a golden tumble against the olive green cushions of the couch we carried down from the Bunces’ attic. A rerun of Top Gear plays quietly on the television (it’s the one where they drive across Ukraine in compact hatchbacks. Not my favorite.). I cross slowly from the door, and Simon tracks me with his eyes, not moving his head from where it leans against the couch.

“Hey,” I say. I set my coffee cup and satchel down, shrug off my coat.

“Hey,” he says back. His voice is rough, as if he hasn’t used it all day. He probably hasn’t. I start to wonder when was the last time he spoke. I make a mental note to text Bunce about it.

Simon holds up the edge of the neon pink blanket in invitation, and I perch on the coffee table to remove my boots. I glance up to find Simon watching me, and I grin a bit. I use the moment to fully take him in. He’s pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and his freckles stand out in stark contrast across his cheeks. His hair is mussed and frizzy, and I wonder if he’ll let me condition it for him later. Today he’s wearing the same purple Watford Lacrosse hoodie he wore yesterday, but with a fresh pair of dark grey trackies, which I count as a victory.

Simon blinks, and I realize with a slight flush how long I’ve been staring. It makes my heart squeeze uncomfortably that my gaze, once full of desire, is now full of concern. I push the feeling away and climb onto the couch.

Simon scoots forward, and I move back into the spot he’s hollowed out for me behind him. He pulls my arm up and over him, draping it across his chest and lacing our fingers together. I bury my nose in his curls and breathe in the scent of him, closing my eyes as I rub my cheek against his soft hair. Simon makes a small sound of contentment, which promptly morphs into a yawn.

“Did you sleep last night?” I ask. He’s quiet for a moment, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. I wait.

“About an hour,” he replies at last. “But then the dream started, and I couldn’t go back to sleep after that.” I squeeze him with my arm in a makeshift hug. I don’t tell him that I couldn’t sleep either. I don’t tell him that I spend most of my nights studying my economy notes over and over in the blue light of my laptop. I don’t tell him that I have the dream, too.

“Sleep now,” I say. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mm,” he breathes. He settles back deeper into me, wiggles his legs until I’m half on top of him, my left leg draped over his hip. He sighs a deep, relaxed sigh, and I see his eyelashes begin to dip from over the edge of his cheek, like the wings of a butterfly.

The room is quiet (save for the sounds of Jeremy Clarkson and his Volkswagen Up!), and between Simon’s body heat and Bunce’s obnoxiously pink blanket, I’m finally feeling warm. I decide that for this moment, it’s okay to let it go: Simon’s dry hair and dark circles. His sleepless nights. The upcoming exam in my finance class. The sense memory of my fangs as they pressed against The Mage’s throat. I let it go. For the next hour, I make a pact with myself that I don’t have to think about them.

My eyelids grow heavy, and, lulled by the sound of Simon’s heart, steadfastly beating, I fall asleep.

#wayward son #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #angst #my fic

109 notes · View notes

wlwmorganfyres · 3 years

Photo

my kids

#i say i hate them a lot but its just a cover #i would die 4 them #oliver bunce #tiger bunce #bloopers #sims 4 #ts4

5 notes · View notes

grimmusings · 3 years

Text

Sideblogs are linked below. Most have pinned introductions with general information about how I write the muse and/or verse-specific bios in the tag. If there's no sideblog, I've only written the muse on Discord or they're purely aspirational (i.e., that fandom is microscopic/no one has ever shown interest in writing with them), and I’d be happy to toss one up!

comics Benjamin Poindexter (Daredevil) Brock Rumlow (Marvel/MCU) Bucky Barnes (Marvel/MCU) Clint Barton (Marvel) Elektra Natchios (Daredevil) Ellie Rogers (Marvel) Frank Castle (Daredevil) Gwen Stacy (Marvel) James Rhodes (Marvel) John Constantine (DC/Vertigo) Johnny Storm (Marvel) Karolina Dean (Marvel) Mia Smoak (Arrowverse) Nancy Callahan (Sin City) Natasha Romanoff (Marvel/MCU) Oliver Queen (Arrowverse) Red (The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys) Steve Rogers (Marvel/MCU) Thor Odinson (MCU) Torunn Thorsdóttir (Marvel)

disney/dreamworks/fairytales/etc. Barrel (The Nightmare Before Christmas) Captain Hook (Peter Pan) Cowardly Lion (The Wizard of Oz) Dormouse (Alice in Wonderland) Dorothy Gale (Return to Oz) Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas) Kristoff Bjorgman (Frozen) Lock (The Nightmare Before Christmas) Mad Hatter (Alice in Wonderland / Alice / OUAT) Meg (Hercules) Prince Cornelius (Thumbelina)

mythology + folklore Hades (Greek Mythology) Hercules (Greek Mythology) Lancelot (Camelot) Mordred (Camelot) Will Scarlet (Robin Hood) film Ben Carter (The Apparition) Ben Hanscom (It) Chris Beck (The Martian) Chris Chambers (Stand By Me) Colin Shea (What’s Your Number?) David Powers (The Lost Boys) Dewey Riley (Scream) Frank Adler (Gifted) Jerry Dandridge (Fright Night) Laurie Strode (Halloween) Lawrence Talbot (The Wolf Man) Leo Barnes (The Purge) Nick Gant (Push) Sidney Prescott (Scream) Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

tv shows Andy Barber (Defending Jacob) Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) Carter Baizen (Gossip Girl) Castiel (Supernatural) Damien Thorn (Damien) Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo) Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) Dean Winchester (Supernatural) Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal) Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl) Paul ‘Jesus’ Rovia (The Walking Dead) Will Graham (Hannibal)

books Andrew Minyard (All for the Game) Astrid Thornton (Whores on the Hill) Cassian (ACOTAR) Dean Redding (The Naturals) Edward Forrester (Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter) Grey Hollow (House of Hollow) Henry Devlin (Dreamcatcher) Levi Stewart (Fangirl) Nathaniel Graison (Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter) Nicky Murdoch (Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter) Penelope Bunce (Simon Snow) Remus Lupin (Harry Potter) Renee Walker (All for the Game) Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle) Sandman (Dream Keeper) Sirius Black (Harry Potter) Smiling Man (Small Spaces) original characters Aven Wolfram (modern/realistic) Grant Andersen (modern/realistic) Tana Brody (modern/realistic) Theo Wolfram (modern/realistic)

on hiatus Annabeth Chase (PJO) Charles Xavier (XMCU) Kate Bishop (Marvel) Theo Crain (The Haunting of Hill House)

#muses #mine #character index

3 notes · View notes