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iamamythologicalcreature · 9 months

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Six Sentence Sunday! The sequel!

So... Yes. I am still working on this little (I hope it's little) "What if Baz succeeded in stealing Simon's voice in 5th year?" fanfic of mine. Because. Um. I like the potential for angst? So much angst. Also other feelings. But for the purposes of today's little snippet: ANGST.

Since I missed last week (and might miss next week if I can't manage to write something new between now and then), you get 12 lines instead of 6! Also because the snippet wouldn't have worked so well cut in half.

You already know the premise of my fic, so this shouldn't come as too much of a shock: Baz did a bad thing, and he remembers it too well.

He didn’t start our would-be confrontation with any of his usual questions or accusations. He started with my name. "Baz—" That single utterance morphed into the most terrible sound I’d ever heard. Would ever hear. Snow choked on it, because it wouldn’t stop. It twisted and writhed in the air after clawing its way out of him. It became an unrecognizable, fading wail. Only I knew. I never stopped hearing my name. My name on Snow’s lips took forever to die. And as awful as that slow death had been, the silence that followed was a thousand times worse.

(Yeah. Canon divergence begins here. I did say I'm here for maximum angst XD)

Side note: Looking for brainstorming/writing buddies so I don't overwhelm the ones I already have. Ahem. If this story idea intrigues you and you'd like to let me babble at you a lot (I am happy to accept return babble if you also have a WIP), let me know. It's the only way I get anything done, apparently.

Bonus picture of my pile of notecards, mostly to prove I'm doing something, under the cut, along with tags!

(I am posting this at 7-ish am, then going to bed, so if you've posted already all you lovelies in other time zones, consider this a friendly wave hello! Will read stuff tonight!)

@nightimedreamersworld @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @alleycat0306 @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @prettygoododds @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @supercutedinosaurs @martsonmars @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @raenestee @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ic3-que3n @facewithoutheart @rimeswithpurple @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @ionlydrinkhotwater @whogaveyoupermission @theearlgreymage @philaet0s @scone-lover @youarenevertooold @whatevertheweather @brilla-brilla-estrellita

(Want tags? Don't want tags? LMK!)

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nightimedreamersworld · 9 months

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for tagging me today, friends! @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @aristocratic-otter @iamamythologicalcreature ❤️ can't wait to take a look at your wips!

So it looks like uni is finally letting up for a bit- I just got to hand in a couple papers tomorrow and then I'm free... for approximately 1.5 weeks at least lol

Which means!! Writing!!!! Honestly excited to have time for my wips again lol. Here's a bit more from my ridiculous Watford sex Ed fic, Simon having a bit of a crisis: (under a cut for slight spice)

Holding the cock doesn't help, either. I never thought I might be affected by a penis. I still don't think so. I'm definitely aroused, but it's something else. I feel his eyes burning the side of my head across the corridor between out desks. Fucking Baz "I'd need a bigger condom“ Pitch. The way he sounded so assured, all arrogant and bragging. And looking directly at me. Fuck. That smirk. The almost-wink. (It's the only thing I've been able to think about during the entire class, Dr Wellbelove's detailed explanations completely lost on me.) The way Baz touched the hard cock, his long fingers wrapping the condom around it. The way he seemed to linger on the head, circling it with his thumb for absolutely no reason. Just. It's not about penises. It's just the sight of Baz touching a penis. I'd never thought about Baz in a sexual context; not even when I thought he was trying to steal Agatha from me. It just hurt too much, the imaginary glimpse of that sight. I'd definitely never thought about Baz and penises at the same time. Now, I can't seem to stop. I realise I've been aggressively gripping the fake cock for too long, and everyone is staring.

Tagging for Wednesday: @cutestkilla @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission @palimpsessed @larkral @valeffelees @hushed-chorus @confused-bi-queer @stitchyqueer @fatalfangirl @ivelovedhimthroughworse @facewithoutheart and anyone else who'd like to share!

#simon snow series #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz

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ohyoufool · 1 month

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Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by: @doggernaut and @montrealmadison my besties!!! I am so touched!!!!! and aren't we lucky that I just hit 10 posted fics?? And because I can't stop yapping, I put a little note about each of them.

austin (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Jack comes to Georgia like a summer thunderstorm."

(this one is alternately titled 'I went through a lot of breakups last year and got into country line dancing and it shows')

call of the champions (check, please!, lardo/camilla)

"It’s Lardo and her board."

(THE FUCKING FIC. I AM SO PROUD OF HER. and also I bought a sick salt late city 2002 olympics leather jacket because of it and it's basically my whole personality)

creation myth (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"It goes like this."

(this is me and @montrealmadison's magnum opus, and I learned how to bind books just to immortalize it)

sloshed with gold (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Jack’s phone starts ringing halfway through his Tuesday morning jog."

(if you like nhl!bitty and photographer!jack, she's your jam. not sure if I will ever like the way I wrote this one but eyyyyyy it exists)

rocket man (voltron, keith/lance)

"The fireflies were flickering above Keith’s dark hair to light the path. He stood on the porch as Lance looked out from the doorway. There was a moment of silence. “You will help me keep him here this time, won’t you?” he asked."

(I won't apologize for voltron. I am too far past the shame. i wrote a paper on voltron queerbaiting and it got me into college. I owe her everything.)

season of the witch (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Sometimes, Bitty gets carried away with baking."

(um fun fact there's apparently been a typo in the first line of this one for the last THREE YEARS ?????? its fixed now but dear god. I would delete this if it didn't have the second most hits of any check please fic i've written. I cant reread it it makes me want to die.)

don't waste another mile or minute (not kissing me) (voltron, keith/lance)

"Light. An unusual amount of light. Keith throws his elbow over his face as he peels his eyes open, wincing as the sun blasts through an open window."

(an OLD banger that I wrote at my first internship because it was so boring. some clever lines but my writing has improved tenfold since 2018)

and all I can taste is this moment (voltron, adam/shiro)

"There is absolutely nothing like flying, Takashi Shirogane, sixteen, almost-professional pilot, assumes. He assumes because he hasn’t been allowed to fly (yet), but if the simulator gives him any idea of what flight is like, Shiro is going to be hungry for it for the rest of his life."

(my magnum opus before creation myth, and the longest thing I've ever written (48k). yall ever yolo on a rarepair and write a biblically accurate cold war fic? no? just me? ok.)

last sunrise in the wasteland (voltron, keith/lance)

"The first time that Keith kisses Lance, the sky is the color of cotton candy. "

(this is my fic with the most hits which is great except there's a softcore porn scene in it I forgot about and subsequently subjected my grandpa to when he was reading it and making edits for me. so now it makes me want to die a little thinking about that. no he never brought it up.)

In my veins (carry on, baz/simon)

"On the worst day, Baz wakes up in Simon’s arms, the cursed tattoo glaring at him in the morning sunshine. Simon is still passed out, body curled into Baz, chestnut curls bouncing with each heady breath. The mark bitten onto his neck from the night before flashing like a highway sign on his neck."

(once someone bookmarked this with the tag 'out of character' and it has haunted me every single fucking day since I read that. WHY DID THEY BOOKMARK IT IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE IT. sorry it drives me crazy. I DONT UNDERSTAND.)

Tagging (no pressure, and anyone else can also jump in!): @justlookfrightened @bittysthesis @chaoskiro @zimbits-my-love @parseisflat @a-very-gay-disaster @dessertwaffles

#omgcp #i speak #omg check please #this was wonderful thank you

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otherpeoplesheartachept-2 · 5 months

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day 6: The Pearl

The war's over. So now what do you do? Or: a look at Simon pre-wayward son

Rating: T

Length: 680

Warnings: some of this could be interpreted as suicidal ideation.

Read on AO3 or down below

You slouch on the sofa.

You haven't moved for what feels like days.

Your boyfriend Baz brings you Chinese takeaway. It's from your favorite restaurant. He is still your boyfriend, only because you're a selfish coward. And Baz is too nice to do the right thing when you're like this.

You mumble a thank you. The food sits on the coffee table until it goes cold though. Once again you waste money, and Baz’s time, and your life.

You stretch your arm that's falling asleep–and Merciful Merlin, when was the last time you showered? Wednesday? No, Monday? No, what day is it today?

Saturday your phone tells you. Right. That's why Baz is here in the afternoon instead of in class. God, he must find you repulsive.

Your hoodie hasn’t been washed in ages either. Penny offered to do your laundry, but you refused to let her. Made you feel like a baby, like you can't function on your own, need Penny to pick up after your mess. But Penny’s always had to clean up your messes. You can’t function on your own.

But you should. You should be able to be a fucking functional human being.

Maybe after you tackle the boyfriend problem you’ll free Penny too. Then you’ll have no one. You’ve had no one before, it’s no excuse to be a lazy piece of shit. And yet you are.

Baz sits in the chair beside the sofa, watches your tail as it whips restlessly. He used to sit on the same cushion as you. Then the one next to you, then the arm of the sofa at your feet. Now the chair. You wonder how long until he's sitting in the kitchen on the weekends. How long until he can't stand to be in the same room as you?

You can't stand to be in the same room as yourself now , but Baz has always been the better person out of the two of you.

Penny enters the room, says something to Baz.

You stare at the telly.

They have a conversation, but you don't hear the words. Your dry eyes don’t focus on the old western playing on the screen.

Sometimes it's like you're underwater, trying to look up at everyone else above the waves. Sometimes it's like you're a bird watching from behind your own head. Sometimes it’s like you’re a building that’s been hollowed out, burnt to nothing but concrete and rebar, and you’re expected to act whole.

Sometimes you wonder if any of this is real, or if your body is still lying in the weeping tower–dead when you were supposed to die.

You said that to your therapist once and she wanted to unpack it. You didn't. You've been trying so hard to pack everything up. You've been shoving memories down like trash in the bin when you don't feel like taking it out yet.

You imagine those things, everything you don't want inside, as a novel; you rip out the pages, crumple them beyond recognition, then throw them as far away from yourself as you can.

But it's all still there. And you don't see the therapist anymore.

Useless piece of shit, can’t even do the one thing that might help you.

At midnight–when Baz is gone, and the lights are all off, and Penny's fast asleep, and the room flickers with the changing scenes on the television–only then do you let things surface, certain no one else will know.

You think of Watford, and the Mage, and the monster that was you the whole time.

You heard once that pearls start out as sand irritating a clam. So you let the sand in. You think of Watford, and The Mage, and all the ways you ruined the world. You roll it around, thinking maybe you can turn it into something beautiful. Maybe if you look at it the right way, it’s all fine, and you’re fine, and you can be normal.

But that's bullshit , you laugh at your own stupidity.

You don't stop picturing the pearl.

#simon snow #pre-wayward son #angst #ow ow time #mitski: a pearl #carry on countdown #coc 2023 #fanfic #the simon snow series #corascrap

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ionlydrinkhotwater · 2 years

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Simon says some disturbing small insights about his past and then moves on. Like Baz in his thoughts is an open book about his traumas even if he's in denial we as the audience hear all about them. But Simon in his own povs, his own head, will mention his habit of self harm in the form of purposefully knocking himself into things

"We get to my next lesson, and I intentionally slam my shoulder into the wall next to the door. (People who tell you that slamming and bashing into things won't make you feel better haven't slammed or bashed enough.) -Chapter 50 Carry On

or how he channels a lot of his strong emotions through violence which kids who experience violence growing up tend to do or how he's repressed painful childhood memories cause he just doesn't want to remember what happened to him as a kid

"I used to see a counsellor and a speech therapist, 'Use your words, Simon.'. I got so bloody sick of hearing that. It was so much easier to just take what I wanted instead of asking for it. Or thump whoever was hurting me, even if they thumped me right back"-Chapter 17 Carry On.

It's like he pokes at his trauma for a sec in his own POV and then runs from it like even he can't be open about it to himself so the reader has to parse out the significance of what he just said.

I think it says a lot that it was when his therapist wanted to probe into his childhood that he quit therapy completely:

"If the kids from the care homes could see me now...Well, really, I wouldn't want them to see me because then I'd have to see them. And I don't have many good memories of my childhood outside of Watford."-Chapter 9 Wayward Son

"My therapist (the one I was seeing last summer) always wanted me to talk about that-what my life was like as a kid, how I felt, who took care of me.I tried to tell her that I can't remember-and I really can't." -Chapter 9 Wayward Son

"It's all sort of spotty. I vaguely remember where I lived before my magic kicked in, what school I was in, what I watched on the telly...I can remember that things were bad, but not specifically why. Trauma affects memory, my therapist said. Your brain closes off painful corridors."-Chapter 9 Wayward Son

" 'That sounds good to me", I told her. "Thank you, brain.'

I don't see why I should go looking for pain and trouble in my childhood, especially things my head has already taped off." -Chapter 9 Wayward Son

"The therapist said I needed to work through the past to keep it from undermining the present" -Chapter 9 Wayward Son

I hope that Simon stops hurting himself, goes back into therapy and works through his past.

#simon snow #the simon snow trilogy #rainbow rowell #simon snow series #carry on rainbow rowell #carry on #awtwb #wayward son #character study #Simon Snows childhood #baz pitch #simon and baz #simon snow trilogy #snowbaz

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aristocratic-otter · 11 months

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Hello all! Work is winding down for the year, so I ought to have a more regular posting schedule for the next couple of months. Thank you to @hushed-chorus, @confused-bi-queer, @prettygoododds, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @j-nipper-95, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @artsyunderstudy, @palimpsessed, and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags!

My own tags and snippets below the cut

From Westward Son:

He kisses me. Again and again he kisses me. He runs his hands over my body, and kisses me, but he’s not trying to get me off, and I’m not trying to get off. Orgasm isn’t what we need tonight. We need to hold and kiss each other until we’re both saturated with each other’s feel and smell and taste, until we’ve built back what was almost lost.

When we finally sleep, I feel like Baz has imbedded himself into my soul, and my skin is feeling like it fits me again

From my COBB (it's so soon, y'all, I can taste it! I can't wait for you all to see my partner's art!):

“We all must be responsible for the consequences of the spells we cast, Mr. Snow,” she said reprovingly. The boy wilted. “Now,” the teacher continued, “I’ve arranged to have a third bed fitted into Mummer’s house for…er…Shepard here. He’s to attend classes with you or Penelope, and eat meals with one or the other of you.”

“But what if—” Simon said, before stopping abruptly and looking at me, his eyes wary. “What if the Mage needs me for…you know…” he trailed off, clearly not wanting to discuss whatever this Mage fellow needs him for in front of me.

From Saving Simon Snow

“You bastard,” he murmurs, drifting back into the circle of my arms. He sounds almost fond. “I can’t believe you managed to keep up the act for seven fucking years.”

“You never made it easy,” I mumble against his lips as he pulls me to him again. He’s startled into a laugh. Then he kisses me, hard, and pulls back a little. “I never made it easy? You prat, you’ve never made anything easy in your whole fucking life.”

From an Age of Sail Au

It takes a lot of groaning and heaving for two eleven year old boys to manhandle a grown man up the ladder, but finally we manage it, and we just lay there on the main deck panting for a moment.

After a few seconds, I realise two things: first, the storm has settled into a soaking rain, which seems to have put the fire out. And second, there’s not another sound to be heard besides the rain.

In a panic, I run for the rail, Baz right behind me. Only to watch the lifeboats, with every crew member and passenger other than us aboard, disappearing in the distance.

We’re alone.

From my COTTA, Snow Fox

Simon pulls me in for a fierce kiss, and then pulls away. “I’m sorry to leave you hanging, my love. But you’re right. There’s little time.”

I nod, and fight back the tears that threaten every time we are parted. “Go on, darling. I’ll be waiting for your return.” He nods, his eagle gaze softening when he looks at me. Then he pulls himself astride Dragon, and kicks the horse into motion without another word.

I stand in our little hollow until I can no longer hear the sound of hoofbeats

From: To Heal a Broken Mind

I’ve just managed to reach level 19 on Candy Crush when Baz storms into his office, eyes wild and hair flying around his head. “Get up, Simon!” he barks. “We’ve got to go!”

I don’t argue. I’ve never seen Baz like this, so whatever’s the matter has got to be urgent. I shove my phone in my pocket and bounce to my feet. “Where are we going?”

“Radiology,” Baz calls over his shoulder as he heads out the door and down the corridor at a rapid clip.

From Raising Dragons

I relieve him of Nat, and he glances back to give me a grateful smile, before grabbing Ebb around the middle and, holding them securely, doing a backflip into the water. They rise out of the water together, and Ebb is squealing with delight. Nat whimpers by my ear, and Violet ignores their dad and sibling and continues to doggie paddle with my hand under their belly.

“Again, Again!” cries the irrepressible Ebb. Simon’s grin is positively wolfish. It makes a shiver run down my spine, settling in my belly and making it clench. I watch my husband cavort with my child with love in my gaze and lust in my heart.

Now revealed, from my Star Trek Voyager AU, a gift fic for Raen, The Naked Next (Chapter 1 going up tonight!)

I can’t help but be amused, though more by the expression on Basilton Grimm-Pitch’s face than by the story he’s telling me. He looks like he’s just bitten into a lemon that someone told him was a sweet.

Though the idea of our stoic chief engineer parading around in her underwear and asking my very gay first officer for advice on women…well, it’s objectively funny. I’d be rolling on the floor (privately) with laughter, if it weren’t also so absolutely terrifying.

“So you’re telling me that it seems like our chief engineer is completely trolleyed,” I say, failing to keep all of the amusement out of my voice. Baz quirks a reproving brow at me. “Trolleyed, sir?” His voice is so dry it rivals the Sahara.

Tagging for Wednesday (or just blowing y'all a kiss): Everyone above, plus @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @facewithoutheart, @giishu, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ic3-que3n, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, @frjsti, @nausikaaa, @nightimedreamersghost, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, @yellobb-old

#cotta 2023 #cobb 2023 #fic exchange #Star Trek AU #Forced Marriage Au #canon divergent au #Oregon Trail Au #House AU #Baby dragons #mpreg #six sentence sunday #co/ws/awtwb

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martsonmars · 1 year

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Happy Sunday, friends! And happy Easter/bunny day/chocolate day/egg hunt day to those who celebrate <3

Thank you to everyone who keeps tagging me even though I keep going MIA, and thanks @hushed-chorus and @stitchyqueer for the tag today! I'm still struggling with writing, but this past week I started two new WIPs and had some ideas I'm really excited about, so I'm feeling a bit hopeful. Sharing something from both my new WIPs (so a thousand sentences and not 6) because I miss validation hahaha.

1. Story I started writing on Friday to process my feelings about something that happened that day. I don't know when I'll continue it because I need to be in the right headspace. This is the end of it, because it's the happiest part and that's what I needed to write 😂

“Right, sorry, I'll leave you to your...” He waves at the storage unit, and Basil can't blame him for the confusion. What do you call something like this? The physical trace of three generations of nostalgia and silences and grief piling up on the shoulders of one. “I'll leave you be.”

But no, this is wrong.

This isn't what Basil meant.

He cannot stay here alone with the ghosts of his past.

“Are you going home?” he asks Simon.

“Dunno,” Simon shrugs. His entire body goes along with it. It makes Basil hope. “Am I?”

That's an opening. An invitation. The chance for Basil to grasp the moment and let himself be.

“I need to eat so much cake that my stomach will hate me for a month,” he says, and Simon's entire face lights up like a kid's on Christmas morning.

“I know just the place.”

Second WIP and tags under the cut!

2. This one was supposed to be fun and flirty but for now it's mostly melancholy feelings. Sharing two snippets because I can't pick one hahaha.

Nine days since he showed up at their monthly showdown in an apron, his mask barely covering a flushed face and a halo of windswept curls making him look like a warrior angel come to bring an end to all sinners.

“Being a hero doesn't pay the bills,” he shrugged, yanking off the apron and throwing it off the roof. (His bicep flexed even more beautifully when it wasn't covered in red spandex.) “And not all of us have the luxury of daddy's money.”

‘Not all of us’ indeed, Baz thought, but he couldn't let the way those words were affecting him show. He couldn't stop embodying the image of the perfect villain he'd worked so hard on, or what would be left?

This shouldn't surprise Baz either. It doesn't.

Of course this is the kind of place that would make him feel at home, because isn't it what heroes do?

The real heroes, not the ones hiding in comic stripes and showy clothes and sensational acts that break more than they fix. Not the untouchable ones.

But the heroes who know that the only way to change the world in a way that matters is to hold out a hand when people fall even though you can't fix the bumps in the road that made them falter.

To help them stay afloat and swim to shore even though you can't relieve them from the weights that are sinking them down.

I hope I can finish this one soon!

@wellbelesbian @urban-sith @tea-brigade @sillyunicorn @mostlymaudlin @facewithoutheart @palimpsessed @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @johnwgrey @fatalfangirl @prettylightsbigcity @whatevertheweather @confused-bi-queer @moodandmist @bookish-bogwitch @letraspal @dragoneggos @captain-aralias @takitalks @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @gekkoinapeartree @bazzybelle @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @basiltonbutliketheherb @ivelovedhimthroughworse @nightimedreamersworld @artsyunderstudy @ionlydrinkhotwater @yellobb @orange-peony @ic3-que3n @whogaveyoupermission @yeonjunenby @erzbethluna @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @shrekgogurt @raenestee @onepintobean @theearlgreymage @technetiumai @jbrrring @brilla-brilla-estrellita @thewholelemon @theimpossibledemon

#six sentence sunday #my writing

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valeffelees · 7 months

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HI HELLOO 📓 !!!!

HELLO HELLO! 🖤🖤

okkk, lemme think... OH, ok. i've got one, and i think i'm just going to have to accept the reality that i have no true "unwritten" AUs 'cause i do have a couple thousand (yes, thousand) words of this fic in a docu somewhere, but i can't even remember what the working title for it is at this point.

i think it might be "There's a Werewolve in London" or something? but really, who knows. LOL and so, yeah, the plot is about werewolves.

i'm gonna hide the rest of this under a cut tho bc turns out i don't know how to be normal about my fic ideas??? and this is just, so fucking long. like, i-would-not-blame-you-if-you-didn't-read-it fucking long.

but hey, at least i had fun! 😂

i dunno if i've already talked about this fic before? i'm nervous i have just on account of how OLD this idea is, it's one of my early early early snowbaz fic ideas bc i went through a phase where i was just, desperate for werewolf!Simon content??? but n e way, the tune of the plot goes: at the beginning of seventh year, Simon goes out on a mission and disappears without a trace, so of course the WoM has to assume the worst bc there's just no way for a magician with that much magic to blink off the map unless he's... well, yeah.

but life goes on. the Insidious Humdrum stops attacking Watford, the holes in the magickal atmosphere stop spreading, so really, what else is there to do?

Baz plays football. he studies in the library. he turns nineteen. he finishes at the top of his graduating class, wins a half-dozen academic awards, and skips the Leaver's Ball. he moves to London by himself and adopts a cat. what he doesn't do is think about Simon Snow, because he's twenty-three, and in university, and life goes on.

and then one day Baz is on his way to class and he sees a familiar mop of bronze curls and okay, fuck, sure life goes on, yadda-yadda, whatever, he knows those curls. he knows those shoulders, those freckles. he knows—

Simon Snow. older and healthier and standing there in the middle of the library, browsing fucking books. after a moment, Simon's nose flares and his head snaps up. "... Baz?"

and Baz thinks that, really, it's a bit cruel of the universe for him to still be in love with Simon Snow, even after all these years. (he thought, at least for a while, that he wasn't anymore, bc it didn't ache so deep when he thought about him) (but that was when Baz thought he was dead and Simon wasn't in front of him with his eyes and his mouth and that little pinch between his eyebrows, alive alive alive.)

Simon asks how Baz found him, and Baz says, "found implies i've been looking for you," and Simon replies, "right," and is clearly just, so fucking uncomfortable, like this boy wants to get the fuck out of there, but Baz knows that if Simon leaves now he'll never see him again, he's so fucking sure of it, so as Simon is bumbling his way through something to the tune of, "haha well funny catching up, see you around, mate—" Baz blurts out, "do you want to get coffee?"

and Simon stops, and stares at him for a minute, and looks down at the takeaway coffee cup Baz is clearly already holding, and then shoves his hands in the pouch of his hoodie and is like, "yeah, okay."

so they go for coffee, right, and Simon of course eats his body weight in pastries (but he's funny about it) (Baz doesn't comment, but he won't touch things with chocolate, with raisins, with nuts or seeds, and he doesn't actually order a coffee, or even a tea) while Baz sits across from him trying to figure out what to say, but Simon has always been the brave one and starts up with some small talk, polite things, like they're old friends or something, asking what Baz is studying, if he still plays the violin, and then strangely, "do you have a cat?" and Baz is like, "... i do. Olivia. she's orange." and Simon just nods, and keeps eating, and Baz realises Simon isn't going to be the one to bring it up so he finally asks, "Snow, where the fuck have you been?"

but Simon like, dodges the fuck out of that question, he doesn't even acknowledge it, he replies with something like, "i like these," about whatever baked good he's shoving in his face.

Baz: "Snow."

Simon: "i love pumpkin, i make a thing sometimes, like a butter. pumpkin, brown sugar, maple syrup. s' good."

Baz: "Snow."

Simon: "this has been nice," and then he's pushing back his chair and brushing the crumps off his lap and shrugging into his coat and he drops two ten-pound notes on the table and then he's turning to leave, he's leaving, so Baz lurches forward and grabs his sleeve and says, "Simon," and Simon stops, and takes a breath, and mumbles, "please don't ask me again. i can't say no to you, Baz. so please, don't. because i'll tell you. and i can't."

and Baz doesn't ask again. but he tells him, "the whole World of Mages thinks you're dead," and Simon replies, "i know," and looks back at him over his shoulder, "do me a favour and keep it that way."

Baz: "then let me see you again. i don't want this to be the last time."

so Simon agrees and they start meeting there, at that coffee shop, every day, the hour between Baz's morning and afternoon classes, and he doesn't ask about it again bc Simon is here, showing up, and that's fine, that's enough, he doesn't need to know, and if Simon is a little different, well, that's fine, too. and they carry on like that for a whole month, or just about, and one day they're wrapping things up and like usual Baz says, "tomorrow?" and Simon's face falls a bit as he replies, "i—can't, tomorrow. or the day after, i'm, well, i have a thing but, Tuesday?" and Baz wants to ask, but he doesn't.

"Tuesday, then."

and so—holy shit, am i still talking? i'm gonna have to add a cut to this at the top, i'm sorry. but n e way, it is by the pure chance power known as 'this is a fanfiction' that that night Baz goes out hunting later than usual. had a friend-date with a girl in one of his classes and had to stay up later than he thought to catch up on studying, so he goes out and instead of going poking through catwalks for rats and shit, he decides to take a drive so he can get his hands on something more substantial and maybe go on a bit of a walk, so now Baz is in an ambiguous Forest location and it is the middle of the night, and the weather fine, and the moon is full, and... it's very quiet.

nature is never this quiet, even around him. and that's when Baz hears it. a low, thick growl that makes every hair on his body stand, and before he can think better of it, fight or flight has him sprinting, and something is giving chase, something fast enough to keep up with a vampire, snapping at his heels, and Baz isn't stupid, but Crowley, that's just his luck, isn't it? the one time he decides to hunt in the forest at night on a full moon, there's a fucking werewolf in London. teeth catch the ankle of his jeans and Baz goes down, and instantly rolls himself onto his back and hikes his legs up to catch the wolf on the chest and hold it back from his throat, his back drags and drags and drags into the ground until he slams into a tree, and there are teeth snapping for his face, and through the dark, its eyes are sharp and bright as moonlight and narrowed to a point and blue blue blue—

and he knows that blue, like he knows the toffee-brown of its fur, the dappled pattern of spots in its coat—

"Simon?"

and it, he, stops. Simon is panting, and staring at him, and still baring those huge (fucking huge) teeth at him, and so Baz says his name again, and he blinks. and blinks again, his eyes blowing in the dark, softening, recognising him, just for a moment. and then he's gone, disappearing into the trees, the sound of his paws pounding the ground echoing in Baz's head long after he's stopped hearing them. or maybe that's his heartbeat.

Baz gets the fuck out of there as fast as he can, but he doesn't sleep that night. he stays awake until dawn, and then he's back in his car, back out at the forest, waiting. the sun comes up, and Baz almost thinks he has it wrong, but then the trees shift and Simon Snow comes stumbling out looking like he's been run over by a fucking train, he's in joggers and a zip-up hoodie, his chest is bare and so are his feet, and he doesn't notice Baz at first but when he does, he stops walking and glances behind him like he's thinking about running back into the trees (LOL), so Baz is like, "come on, Snow, i don't have all morning," and Simon does the world's most awkward monster-walk-of-shame in history, toddles the fuck up to Baz's car and gets into the passenger's seat without a word.

in the car Baz asks Simon if he remembers what happened. Simon says, "a little. m' sorry for, um—" and Baz tells him it's okay, and they don't speak again until they're pulling up outside Simon's flat where Simon opens the door, and gets out, and then stands there for a second before ducking his head back in and asking if Baz wants to come up for breakfast. "i won't be awake very long," Simon says, "but we can eat. and you can stay, if you want."

Baz, of course, does, so he follows Simon up, and this is kind of where the idea starts to fall apart and the details turn to mush, but i know Simon makes breakfast and Baz sits on the kitchen counter and lets him talk about things at his own pace, and that Simon has a roommate, an older werewolf from his pack named Drew who comes in while Simon is in the shower and tries to tear Baz in half, and prolly would've succeeded if Baz wasn't a magician, and the gist of the story from there is mostly about Simon and his pack, who've come to England from Wales to help a local pack whose youngest wolves have been going missing during the full moon, and Simon and Baz running into each other and doing their whole... thing, has really just been a chance encounter in the middle of something much bigger, and of course, now that Baz knows about it, he's hell-bent on helping.

there's also a neat scene (and actually, this is the scene that inspired the entire idea of this fic) where Simon and Baz go to the Bunces at some point and Penny is going on and on about how, "this doesn't make sense, there haven't been werewolf packs in England since the 1750s," and Simon laughs and opens her kitchen window and leans way out and cups his mouth and howls... and a minute later, a dozen voices howl back, and then he rests his elbows on the windowsill and grins over his shoulder at her and Baz and says, "turns out magicians don't know everything."

and yeah, i think i should stop talking now, but that is my werewolf!Simon fic. 😄

#I'M SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG i just really like telling people about my fanfic ideas in like excruciating fucking detail #like i am really just having the time of my life rn #*sighs heavily* i should go back to writing this fic i forgot how much i enjoyed it #(simon fucking loves being a werewolf btw) (like i don't do the whole emo monster thing) (simon likes being a wolf and having a pack sm)#n e way #ask game #imagineacoolusername

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carryonprompts · 9 months

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baz is plotting something, simon is sure, because he's constantly scribbling on that notebook of his and looking through different spell books. one night, while baz is in the catacombs, simon finds the notebook and opens it up, expecting to find evil plans on how to kill him, but instead is faced with a list of sentences. he assumes baz must be working on his eight year spell, even though they're still in sixth year, and lets it be.

turns out that baz was indeed working on a spell, a time travel spell that would allow him to go to the past. he wants to find natasha and prevent her from getting with malcolm, thus saving her future life and eliminating his. he manages to get the spell working and uses it, sending himself back in time.

simon, who has been very suspicious of baz lately (he stopped antagonising him and even was civil with simon these past weeks), follows him to the wavering wood, where he sees baz cast the spell, and decides to follow him immediately after.

when baz sees that simon has followed him back in time, he decides to tell him the reason he's there to convince simon to go back: he can't leave the world knowing that simon might get lost forever. so he tells simon that he's looking for his mum to stop her from marrying his dad, to avoid her dying in watford's nursery years from now. simon connects the dots and sees red. he can't allow baz to leave. now simon tries to convince baz that this plan is stupid, that he simply can't do that, etc, they have a whole ass fight about it.

anyway, they find natasha, tell her what's going on, and she believes them. baz does look like her, after all. she then manages to convince baz to go back to his time with simon. she tells him that she's glad she got to meet her son and his boyfriend (they both get very flustered at that), and that the fact that baz was willing to sacrifice his life for hers is so touching, and that she's proud of him. there's a very emotional goodbye hug, and then they go back to their time. right before simon casts the spell, though, natasha kisses his forehead twice: the first is for him, and the second she asks simon to pass it on to baz

New Carry On Prompt!

#carry on #simon snow series #snowbaz #type: au #ship: snowbaz #prompt

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sailorblossoms · 4 months

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When Simon describes first seeing Agatha, he's like "I've never seen anything so beautiful." The whole paragraph stands out to me as "the vibes are wrong for you to be talking about someone you're dating" because he's essentially an 11 or 12-year-old (in the memory) imagining what it feels to be like the pretty girl he's looking at (as opposed to conveying desire, which he doesn't do). But all of that isn't the point here (and I've talked about it a lot anyway).

What I'm thinking here is more along the lines of "if he's saying he has never seen anything as beautiful as Agatha, where does Baz fit into the picture?"

Well, if iirc the crucible making them roommates is the earliest memory he has of Baz, so we could say he hasn't seen Baz yet when he says that about Agatha and call it a day. But we can go further.

When Simon shares this thought, he has yet to figure out how attraction feels. He doesn't know yet! CO starts and he's still not figuring out when he's feeling it or how it even looks like. "I've never seen anything so beautiful" could be said about a place, about a thing. It's not "I've never seen anyone so beautiful" or "I've never seen a more beautiful girl." You could say "I've never seen anything so beautiful" about a person, but without context, you would probably assume this is being said about a place or a thing, and with context, it further plays into how Simon sees this more as a concept (her beauty is seen as strength, as a way to be special, as a tool to get acceptance... in that sense, beauty is almost "a place to go") rather than something that sparks (romantic or sexual) desire. "I've never seen anything so beautiful... I want to be as beautiful as the thing," in short.

With Baz, outside of exposition writing (describing how he wears his hair, for example) Simon enters that "fantasy mode" when he's seeing him through the lens of roles ("he looks like a gangster" or something) but he can't help himself from going "how dare he be attractive and romantically desirable" (which is not ever how he describes Agatha, he describes as aspirational at most).

We also have this: "He floats out over the moat and lands on the other side. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen." If this is the prettiest thing, then that means nothing he has seen before is as pretty. "The prettiest thing I've ever seen" can also be talking about a place or a thing, but this is commonly used to talk about someone you have feelings for. It's commonly used in the context of desire or infatuation or romantic love. Way more common than "I've never seen anything so beautiful." (Personally, first thing that comes to mind with "prettiest thing I've ever seen" is a guy talking about a woman he loves or is attracted to). Also, it occurs to me that when Simon first sees Agatha, he was new at school and probably not doing shit. In this scene, Simon sees Baz when he's in his role of hero, in the middle of a fight, and that's when he stops everything, jaw on the floor, probably drooling a little, to look at Baz doing his thing. And it's the prettiest thing he has ever seen. It encapsulates how tellingly distracting Baz is (while Agatha is the opposite of distracting, she's barely in his mind)

#simon snow #baz pitch #simon snow trilogy #snowbaz #carry on #baz x simon #baz grimm pitch #awtwb

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iamamythologicalcreature · 8 months

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Six Sentences Sunday! On Monday! Or Sunday still if you're in Hawaii.

Note to self: Do not try to write and do a WIP post on Tumblr in the same night. It won't happen. (Sigh.)

Thank you @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @katmiscellanious, @shrekgogurt, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, and @rimeswithpurple for the tags today! I'm looking forward to reading/seeing what everyone is working on! Also thank you to everyone who's tagged me since my last Sunday post. Even when I can't post, I love tags - they help make sure I see the posts I really want to see.

I'm still (slowly) plugging away at my "Embrace the Silence" WIP. (Which has a dozen titles, depending on what song I'm listening to at the given moment.) Basics: Canon divergence fic exploring the ramifications of Baz successfully stealing Simon's voice in fifth year.

Side note: I got to see the touring company of Hamilton on Friday, and this whole setup gives me serious A. Burr/A. Ham vibes. But I could be projecting XD

13 whole sentences because it's gotta cover two whole weeks most likely. >.> (Fiona is driving Baz back to Watford. Reluctantly. As is her way.)

“It’s enemy territory,” she said after a minute, ignoring a stop sign, and forgoing the use of her turn signal. “The Mage had you kidnapped by numpties. Morgana only knows what he could try next, and you’re stuck in a bloody masochistic haze of self-destruction.” She wasn't entirely wrong, on either point. The Mage truly does resent my continued existence. It’s his right. The one thing, perhaps, we both agree on. “What if I’m simply keeping my enemies close,” I said, doing my best to stretch my leg out in the cramped backseat. “And how exactly did you determine the Mage’s culpability in my kidnapping?” She shrugged, meeting my eyes briefly in the rearview mirror. “Why wouldn’t it be him. He’s capable of anything.” So are we.

I promise/hope really hard my fic won't be all angst, all the time. Levity happens when I'm able to spend time writing, getting into character, writing daily - things I'm not quite able to do yet. (Probably because I'm on Tumblr and Discord too much. It's basically the trolley problem on a less life-threatening scale.) So for now, it's angst, relatively pure and uncut.

Tags under the cut!

It's no longer Sunday, so consider these friendly shout-outs and hellos and what-not! @fatalfangirl @prettygoododds @hushed-chorus @brilla-brilla-estrellita @youarenevertooold @alleycat0306 @anxious-m3ss @ileadacharmedlife @whatevertheweather @nightimedreamersworld @cutestkilla @raenestee @aristocratic-otter @supercutedinosaurs @thewholelemon @ebbpettier @artsyunderstudy @ic3-que3n

#six sentences sunday #on Monday #But only technically #angst #as promised #or as threatened #however you view it I suppose #writing baz and fiona is like walking on a tightrope without a net #and this is basically my trial run #perhaps the angst here is my own #said every fanfic writer ever #snowbaz #baz pitch #fiona pitch #keep calm and #carry on #it's only tumblr #jodofic

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tender-ministrations · 10 months

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Finding Penny

Part of the story: Tender Ministrations in Thailand: Shep has managed to find trouble on his honeymoon in Thailand. Can Simon and Baz save the day? (Can they survive the flight over?)

(I'm still in desperate need of a Beta, y'all. Anyone interested? )

In this extract, they've finally made it to Penny's remote resort in Chiang Rai. It’s nighttime and up in the hills away from the city.

Baz POV

The 4x4 finally stops at the top of a dirt road. Fairy lights illuminate an area filled with chairs and tables. Bunce comes running over, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her hair is all over the place as if she has been pulling it out. It’s unimaginable that she was a beautiful bride only a week ago. Simon has caught hold of her, pulling her into a tight hug. She seems oblivious to how bad he smells after our journey. How bad we both smell. She’s clinging to him with a desperation I’ve not seen from her before. For once it’s Simon who has all the right words, “Penn, Penn, it’s alright. We’re here now. It will be OK. We’re here for you.” I put my arms around them both but I can't bring myself to reassure her of anything. I look over their shoulders and see. . . nothing. Total darkness beyond the hill we’re standing on.

Thank you for the tags! @blackberrysummerblog, @cows4247 @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @megafandombandgeekgirl

#baz pitch #carry on #carry on fandom #simon snow series #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch

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brendughh · 1 year

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COC DAY 2: AU!

It's my first fic! Here's a milkshake scene au from Heartstopper I did at 2 am, hope you enjoy. I also posted it on a03

For @ic3-que3n and @erzbethluna, your tags are not in vain

"Oh my god, no, that is a crime." Simon misses the snarky comments Baz used to make about his everything that he was almost caught by him in surprise. Almost.

"I can't believe you've just disrespected Unicorn Frappuccino infront of me." I thought you are fond of rainbows, Simon decides not to add.

"Unicorns don't taste like that, Snow." It tastes like lavender, actually. Baz knows this.

"All right let me try yours" Simon reaches for the cup that says 'Pumpkin Mocha Breave' and takes a sip. "wow. "

"See, I make good choices." Baz says, and the barista, (he likes to refer to himself as one) Levi, winks at him.

"We should share!"

"No Snow, you made your choice."

"But we are on a date. This this is what people do on dates, I think. Or maybe. Yeah I could just stick with my-"

Baz is proud at Simon for speaking his mind, but honestly, who does he think Baz is to say no to his gorgeous face? "It's alright, it's what people do."

And, with a little more confidence– " We should go on a real date you know, just us. If you want to."

"I'd love too, Baz."

"Im not interrupting anything, am I?" Agatha chimes in, popping their rose colored bubble.

Agatha. She doesn't know anything about Simon and Baz. Simon knows she likes Baz. Baz knows he really don't. Like. Agatha.

"No Aggs, uhm, me and Baz, we're just talking about-" he raise his hands to his chest, providing some life to his lie "milkshakes. Whose taste better."

"Hmm. If that is what I think it is, " she points at Baz's cup, "then Baz, you have my vote."

"Thank you, Wellbelove."

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Penelope, Simon, Baz, and that girl in boycut all sit around their table waiting for Agatha and the rest of the milkshakes . Simon and Baz are side by side, facing Niamh and Agatha. Penelope wonders when did the two become friends. She and Agatha used to sit beside each other after all.

"So, Niamh, I didn't know you and Agatha are close friends."

"We are not," Niamh immediately regrets what she said adding "I mean, she asked me to be her train mate for lacrosse and I said yes." They were supposed to share the thing with them together.

The two boys are hoping for the exact same thing too. What is taking you so long, Agatha?

"I guess lacrosse has it’s way bringing people together. Just look at those two." Penelope gives a look at the boys. "They were literal enemies, and now I think Baz has replaced my title as Simon's best friend."

Best friend , Simon is turning red all while Baz's cough sabotages his own smile.

Thank Merlin, Agatha is finally here.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, babe. Penelope was talking about how good friends Simon and Baz are being these days. I think Penelope is jealous."

" I am not." says Penelope at the same time Baz said "Babe?"

Subtlety is not Niamh best suit.

"We actually invited you to tell something." Agatha carefully look at each person's eyes landing on Niamh the last. She is scared.

" I'm so sorry Baz, I know that it seems that I was attracted to you, but I don't want to give you false hope." Baz isn't sure if his snort is only audible to his head, or is also seen by everyone at the table.

"When Simon and I broke up, I thought you were the solution. I joined lacrosse to get close to you, then I met Niamh and I realized that you are not the solution neither Simon is the problem. I've been trying to solve something that is not made for me.

"Me and Niamh are dating. I am sorry if this hurts you Baz, but I am not sorry for who I like."

That is it. Agatha's petty face is the last straw. He is laughing, crying, and screaming, Simon- all of them- never heard Baz like this. He is manic.

"I'm sorry, do you find it funny that I like girls?"

Penny can see all the emotions passing through Aggie's face, she decides to call Baz out "Stop laughing Baz, nothing is wrong with being gay."

And then Simon is at it too. All the laughing is turning him into a tomato.

"You know what, I actually think this would go okay. You're a bunch of dicks." Standing up, Niamh goes to comfort her girlfriend. She thought that this would go okay too. Maybe she is wrong about Baz.

"Wait, Aggs, WAIT!" Suspending his laugh is not that hard for Simon when something special is at stake. They will all make a core memory of this.

"Wearenothomophobic"

"Simon, let me"

"But I want to be the one to tell them too!"

"Wellbel– Agatha. I don't find it funny that you like girls. It's just ridiculous that you think I would be hurt from that. I dont like you that way, I like guys. Me and Simon—

"Meandbazaretogetherandheisgay"

"I am gay. Simon and I are dating since last year, fifth grade." Baz let Simon join their hands together, completely smitten, he kisses it.

"I still don't know what I am but I really like Baz."

"I have something important to share with you guys too" they all face Penelope.

"I am straight."

They only stop laughing at each other when the ice in their drinks are melted.

#coc 2022 #mine #carry on #carry on countdown #fic #fanfic #snowbaz #snowbaz fanfiction #wayward son #awtwb #heartstopper

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