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iamamythologicalcreature · 5 months

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COC Day 8 - "Sick"

Sorry this is late. I honestly forgot I'd doodled this tiny little text ficlet. Just some randomness that popped into my head with this @carryon-countdown prompt.

Simon POV:

“I’m not sick.”

I sigh as I eye a wall full of homeopathic teas. Surely there’s something here, out of like 500 different herbal blends, that will help Baz out. I pick one up and read the label (like that will help). “You’re malnourished,” I murmur into my mobile as I read, “which I could fix, but you don’t want to bite me.”

I can hear Baz roll his eyes. “I’m fine, Snow. And I don’t get sick, so you don’t have to cure me.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Maybe this one? Is echinacea beneficial to stubborn blood-starved vampires? Maybe something with more iron in it. Maybe I should be stuffing supplements down his throat.

“I don’t get sick. I’m a dark creature of the night.”

I love how he uses that excuse like it isn’t at least partly responsible for his current condition. Prat. “You fainted.”

There’s a pause, then Baz mutters, “I took a strategic break from consciousness.”

I snort. I’m going to stuff him with iron supplements, then kiss him stupid. “You like green tea, right?”

Baz lets out a beleaguered sigh, which has a sort of honking cadence to it over the phone. “I’m not sick.” A pause. Then, “But I do like green tea.”

Right. Into the basket with that blend. “If I ‘took a break’ the way you did this morning, you’d have had me at Dr. Wellbelove’s within the hour.”

“That’s different.”

Red meat. I could do steak. I’m pretty decent at grilling. And if all else fails, Baz needs practice putting out fires, right? “Really not,” I say after a second. “I’m getting you protein powder, too.”

“That’s barbaric, Snow.”

“Oh, I’ll show you barbaric, Pitch,” I say with a smile. “But only if you drink your tea, and your protein shake, and top it all off with twice as many rodents as usual. And if you ask nicely.”

A pause. “I’m still not biting you.”

Was that hesitation? My altruistic desire to help Baz suddenly seems like a potential opportunity. I dump three flavours of protein powder into my basket, including one I know has the consistency of ground chalk. “Promises, promises, Baz.”

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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A Good Bad Hair Day

Summary: Simon tries a hairdressing spell and he accidentally switches hairstyles with Baz.

Notes: This is inspired by @artsyunderstudy‘s wonderful art with long haired Simon and short haired Baz and her additional art with more long haired Simon.

I was inspired and I came up with this in the Discord: “Watford era fic idea where a spell goes wrong and they swap hairstyles and Baz "Pining" Pitch is having a difficult time cause Simon is more attractive and Simon "I Don't Think" Snow has a "OH NO HES HOT" moment” and some people liked it. 40 minutes later... and here we are!

AO3

SIMON

I am staring at myself in the mirror. I don’t like using magic on myself, but I promised Penny I’d help her.

“Hairdressing is not a job,” I start my spell, “It’s a craft.”

I close my eyes and I feel my magic wash over me, but when I open my eyes, my hair is still the same. I frown. Why can’t I get this spell to work?

Penny said not to worry too much about it, but her hair has been changing colours in a rapid pace, it is distracting other students and she hates it. I cross Hairdressing is not a job, it’s a craft of my list of potential spells. I have an actual list, provided by Penny.

A part of me wants to ask Agatha. She’d be the kind of girl who knows about hair care. Her hair is always flawless. But we broke up and I’m not sure she’d be down to help me.

“A good hairstylist is a shear delight,” I say next. I repeat the process: I close my eyes, let my magic wash over me, and open my eyes only to be disappointed. Well. Another spell down the drain. (Where did Penny get these spells?)

I am so invested in this that I don’t hear the door open.

“Snow, what are-”

“If your hair looks good you can deal with anything.”

I close my eyes and I wait for my magic to-

Baz shrieks.

My eyes open instantly, but I can’t see anything. It’s as if my head is surrounded by fog and it makes my eyes burn. I cough and I try to wave this cloud away. After a few seconds, the air becomes lighter and I can see fog disappearing around Baz’s head too.

And then I see Baz’s head.

Baz.

He-

Baz looks at something behind me. I realise too late it’s the mirror. I definitely know it’s the mirror when Baz pins me against it.

“What did you do, Snow?”

BAZ

Honestly, it could’ve been worse.

Simon’s magic is unpredictable and it has led to unfavourable outcomes. But the moment I saw my reflection in the mirror, I wanted to weep. My hair. My beautiful hair. It is gone.

Well, not entirely. It’s short. It got very short. I think I may even have an undercut. I was so focused on being pissed off at Simon that I didn’t even notice that his hair is different too. Now that I have him up against the mirror, with his face close to mine, I see how long curls frame his gorgeous face.

He’s had longer curls before, often at the end of the year, but this is a whole new level. They reach his chin.

I can’t admire it for much longer, since Simon throws me off him.

“Anathema!” I snarl.

“You started it!”

I was upset and shocked, but I didn’t want to harm him. I never do. I think the Anathema knows this.

The two of us stare at each other, loss for words. I didn’t hear the full spell that Simon uttered, but I think he might have swapped our hairstyles. Again, not the weirdest magickal mishap that has happened in the life of Simon Snow, but this is…

This is not good.

Not only did I lose my luscious locks, but Simon has them now and he looks amazing. He shouldn’t look this good. He does not have the right to look this good and make me feel this… this…

Enchanted might be the right word.

I imagine sweeping the locks of his face. I wonder what it is like to play with his hair when his face is in my lap. I think about untangling the knots with my hand. I want to pull his hair when he’s hovering over me and he-

Okay, shit, I need to cool it down.

I do the most dignified thing that I can do. I turn around and run away.

SIMON

I blink in shock. At one moment Baz had me pinned against the mirror and the next, he was gone. I didn’t even have time to inspect the damage, but I think I know what is going on. I fucked up and I swapped our hairstyles.

Now that Baz is gone, I have time to properly look at myself in the mirror.

I look weird. Not bad weird. Not good weird. Just weird. I brush my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look decent. Baz always slicks his hair with gel, but the gel wasn’t transferred over, which is fine. I always prefer it when he doesn’t gel. I mean, not that I care, but objectively, I think it looks better.

This isn’t the result I wanted, but hey, at least the spell wasn’t completely useless and I managed to do something without blowing shit up.

“If your hair looks good you can deal with anything,” I cast again, but I wait for the fog to cloud my vision. Nothing happens. My hair is still the same.

I guess that is my cue to find Penny.

Penny is wearing her boater and she has her hair stuffed underneath it. She usually doesn’t want to wear hats, but even the hair that is sticking underneath her hat is giving me a headache. The colours are too much.

When she sees me, she lets out a gasp.

“Simon, what happened to you?”

I quickly explain what I did and she mutters something underneath her breath.

“What was that?” I ask.

“Oh Simon, I appreciate the help, but as I said, the spells aren’t tested!”

I don’t recall her saying that, which is probably my bad.

“We now know what this spell does,” I mutter, “But I can’t seem to reverse it.”

Penny frowns. She thinks for a small moment.

“Probably because you need Baz.”

“I don’t need Baz,” I instinctively say.

“In this case, you literally do,” Penny says with an eye roll, “You need him to swap back! So do what you do best, and stalk him!”

BAZ

Once I’m back in my room, I let out a sigh of relief. Simon isn’t in our room. I fall face down on my bed. Maybe it is a bit stupid to mourn my hair, but I looked amazing, okay?

Hm. Maybe I still do. I reluctantly shuffle towards the mirror to inspect the damage. Just like Simon, my sides are shaved. I brush my fingertips against it. It feels soft and my treacherous mind wonders if his shaved hair also feels this nice to the touch.

Ha. As if I can ever touch his hair. As if I can ever touch him.

My hair on top of my head is parted to the side. The spell also got rid of the hair products I use, but I actually don’t mind. I sweep some loose strands to the side.

Okay. I have to admit that I don’t hate it.

Just when I have that epiphany, the door flies open and the room is filled with Simon’s magic. It’s leaking out of him, but I’m used to it. It could’ve been worse, which seems like the mantra for today.

Once again, the two of us stare at each other and fuck, Simon looks so good. He must’ve run here, because he looks messy, but he makes it work (as usual). His long hair is all over the place and it makes him look beautiful. I wonder what he’d look like with bed hair like this. In my stupid fantasies he’d sleep next to me and his hair will sprawl on the soft pillows and I-

Nope. I can’t think like that.

But I can’t help myself.

He is so beautiful.

I want to insult him, so that I don’t give him the wrong idea, but I can’t. I’m afraid to even speak. I don’t want to accidentally say what’s on my mind, namely that I want to push him against the door and kiss him and run my hands through his hair.

Damn Simon. He’s always perfect to the eye, but this hairstyle makes it even better.

Again, the way the curls frame his face. I want to cup his face and hold it.

I gulp. I need to focus. I need to say something. He came here with a mission, or so it seems, but he is also lost for words.

I pull myself together, sort of, and I open my mouth to speak, but then he strides towards me. My eyes widen as he puts his hand on my face and he stares at me intently. I wonder what is going on in his mind.

SIMON

I have no idea what is going on. I came back to our room, hoping to find him, so I could reverse the spell, but when I arrived I saw him checking himself out in the mirror.

He looks different. He looks hot. The short hair really makes it possible to see his cheekbones and when I was standing there, all I could think of was that I wanted to touch them. (I suppose that’s what I am doing now.)

“Snow,” Baz splutters out. Splutters. Baz. Spluttering.

My own heartbeat is racing. Has Baz always looked this good? I look at the top of his head. His hair is parted to the side and it shines in the sunlight that shines into our room. I never thought of Baz as someone who would rock this cut, but he does. In my defence, I’ve never seen him with short hair. Even when he was eleven years old, his hair was longer than most boys in our class.

I do miss his long hair. It always looks so marvellous on him. Baz always looked marvellous and put together and downright beautiful and- wait, what?

I scan his face. When did I start thinking about Baz like this?

But then I realise I have been thinking this for a while. After all, I miss his old hair. I miss his long locks, especially when they aren’t plastered to his head with gel, but even when it’s slicked back it still makes him look good. But it always looks good when it’s loose, like when I watch him sleep. I’ve always admired his looks. He’s a good looking guy. That is just another objective fact!

I never really think about my thoughts. I don’t have time to reflect on them, but now, standing here in my room with Baz, all my thoughts about him come back to me. And new thoughts also arise.

I think about how I wanted to sweep a lock from his forehead. I can’t do that now, but I don’t mind. Instead I want to see how he can part his hair. I want to touch the side of his head to see if the shaved sides are as soft as mine (well, back when I still had short hair). Fuck, I even want him to use gel to slick it back, because he’d make it look classy and hot as fuck.

This new look is different, in a good way, in a wonderful way.

“Baz,” I say. I put my other hand on his face as well and I tilt his head, so that I can see him better. I want to see him. I always want to see him.

“Simon,” he says back. He still sounds nervous.

There is a feeling inside my chest and I realise that it isn’t a new feeling.

Baz tentatively moves a hand to my hair as well and I let him. For a while, the two of us are just touching each other’s hair and faces, as if this is a usual thing. This isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal. Usually he’d throw insults and I’d scowl at him, but now he’s brushing his fingers through my curls and it feels so good.

The next thing I know, I lean in and I kiss him.

BAZ

My hand goes still in his hair.

Because I am shocked. I am surprised. Simon is kissing me.

I recover quickly and I kiss back. He is still cupping my face and I grab the back of his head to pull him closer. My head gets tangled up in Simon’s new hair and I don’t mind. I use my other hand to grab his vest.

Simon is kissing me. I am being kissed by Simon Snow!

His lips are as soft as his curls.

Eventually he pulls away and I feel a small dent in my heart. This must be it. He must realise what he’s doing and he’ll push me off him. But instead he smiles at me and he leans his head on my chest. His hands are still on my face.

“Woah,” he says.

I nod. Woah indeed.

What does this mean? I am afraid to ask, but he’s still with me.

“Okay. I think I understand now.”

“Understand what?” I say. There’s no malice in my voice, even though it’d be so easy to say something hurtful now. But I am hopeful

He looks up to face me and he looks happy, but also a bit nervous.

“Understand why I was always so obsessed with you.”

Did I hear that correctly? Fuck, if he loves this new haircut so much, then I don’t mind losing my long hair at all. I should’ve cut it off sooner if it would’ve led to this.

“What-”

I can’t finish my sentence. He kisses me again.

SIMON

After we stopped kissing, we moved to the bed. Just to sit. And to let it all sink in. Baz is leaning against me and he has his hand in my hair and I have my arm around him.

So much just happened and I don’t mind. Neither does he. In fact, for the first time ever, he seems happy to see me. I wonder how long he wanted this. Heck, I wonder how long I wanted this. I can’t believe I needed a magickal haircut to get my head out of my arse and realise what was right in front of me.

Baz is playing with my hair and it feels so good, I wonder why I never grew my hair out like this.

I came back to reverse the spell, but I don’t think I will.

#snowbaz #carry on #simon snow series #2023 #holy fuck I wrote #ficlet #yes i wrote this in like 40 minutes in one go and it is completely unbeta'd even by myself (i dont have a beta)

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lonleyhumanbeing · 5 months

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Regulars at the Cafe

Rated: Teen

Words: 3k, Oneshot

Simon has been going to the same cafe every Wednesday for months, but who is the new regular coming in at the same time?

Coffee shops, mochas, and fun little dates.

This is my first fic ever, and I am excited to see how it is. Please leave constructive criticism, as I know I can improve.

#snowbaz #baz grimm pitch #simon snow #coffe shop au #heavily based off my local cafe #oneshot fluff #fluff #ficlet

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prettylightsbigcity · 2 years

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The Therapeutic Influence of Goats

Had to pull myself out of my writing slump because one of my favorite humans on the planet has a BIRTHDAY TODAY!!! @foolofabookwyrm-activated does so much for this fandom and community, and we are beyond lucky to have her. Liz, I love you and I hope you had an absolutely fantastic day today <3 This silly little thing is for you; hope it makes you smile.

Read the full ficlet below, or over on ao3, if you prefer!

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Baz

I knock on the ancient wooden door three times, rapidly. Old, cracking paint chips off beneath my knuckles and flutters through the air, a flake landing on the toe of my leather boot. I sigh. After a somewhat long wait, Agatha Wellbelove yanks open the door. Her blonde hair is piled on top of her head in a messy knot, and she’s wearing a lumpy sweater several sizes too big for her. Her feet are bare.

“Baz,” she says in greeting, not sounding surprised to see me.

“Wellbelove,” I reply.

“Who’s it?” a voice calls from somewhere inside the cavernous barn.

Brody.

“It’s just Baz, he’s here for Simon,” Wellbelove yells over her shoulder.

“So he’s here?”

I can’t keep the relief out of my voice. Even though it’s been months, even though things are much better and improving all the time, I can’t help but worry when Simon disappears on me like this. Wellbelove nods and jerks her chin towards the hill behind me.

“He’s up there. Said he’d come by for tea later,” she explains, softening a little, “you’re welcome to join us, of course.”

“Thanks,” I say, offering her a small smile.

Agatha is already closing the door as I turn and head towards the knoll. I resign myself to a long trek; the back pastures are enormous, and there are no fences to stop the goats from wandering as far as they please. Fortunately for me, I find the herd just beyond the first rise. The goats are scattered about in a loose group, grazing happily on the clumps of buttercups and clover. I spot Simon under a beech tree, spread out on his back with his head resting against a rather plump goat. A tiny little baby one, no larger than a house cat, is sprawled across his legs, fast asleep. Simon sees me a moment after I see him and raises one hand. I walk over to him, careful to give the feeding goats a wide berth. They don’t like me; they’re smart that way.

“I can go if you’d rather be alone,” I offer as I draw closer.

Simon shakes his head.

“Just needed some air,” he says, sitting up slowly so as to not disturb the kid in his lap. He cups his hand over his eyes and squints, looking up at me.

The older goat, presumably the mother, stands up and shakes herself, giving me a distrustful look. I sit down extremely cautiously and hold my hands up to her. She looks at Simon, then back at me, and trots off to graze a short distance away, keeping a watchful eye on us. I suppose she trusts Snow more than she fears me. The grass here is soft, and the wind rustles quietly through the branches above us. Simon lowers his hand and lets it fall in my lap. I hold it. We’re both quiet for a long while. Eventually, Simon takes a massive breath and lets it out slowly.

“Bad day,” he admits.

I can see him struggling to decide what he wants to say; his eyebrows quirk and draw together. I wait, rubbing my thumb against the back of his hand in little circles.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you,” he starts, “I told my gran where I was going. Figured you would call her if you were worried.”

I nod.

“I would have, if I was. But I thought you would be here.”

Simon smiles crookedly.

“Guess you’re always right.”

“Hardly. I just know my favorite person, and I know where he likes to go to clear his head.”

I lift Simon’s hand to my lips and kiss his knuckles, enjoying his resulting blush.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask.

Simon shakes his head.

“No– well, not right now. I just wanna… sit. If that’s alright.”

“Of course, love.”

Simon’s expression shifts, and he peeks up at me from under his unruly fringe. He really needs a haircut.

“Wanna hold him?” he asks, taking his hand back to scratch the little goat’s head.

“I…” I pause, not wanting to turn him down, but I know this impossibly small creature doesn’t want to be held by me.

“I don’t think his mother would approve,” I tell Simon.

He looks over at the mother goat in question and shrugs.

“She trusts me, it’ll be fine,” he says, already lifting the baby out of his lap.

“Simon–”

It’s too late, he’s putting the tiny goat top of my crossed knees, settling him in and getting coarse white hairs all over my navy trousers. I hold my hands in the air, afraid to move. Simon grins. I look up and make direct eye contact with the mother goat. She doesn’t blink. I look back to Simon, blue eyes lit up by the late afternoon sun. He looks delighted. I’m afraid to breathe.

“Here, he likes to be held like this,” Simon explains, taking one of my hands in each of his and positioning them around the creature.

“I’m too cold, he won’t like it,” I hiss.

“He’ll warm you up,” Simon says patiently, like I’m the one being ridiculous right now.

I have one hand cradling the goat’s chin and the other resting against his back. Snow was right; he is warm. Simon sits back, scooting over so he can lean against the trunk of the tree and spread his legs out. He’s still smiling.

“I’m a predator, Snow,” I complain, “you’re teaching this baby terrible survival skills.”

Simon has the audacity to laugh at me.

“These are Watford goats, Baz. You’d never hurt them.”

He’s right, but that doesn’t make this whole situation any less absurd.

“Just relax, babe,” Simon continues, “and try not to think for a bit.”

I snort, but I do try. Tentatively and gently, I let my fingers run over the baby’s back, again and again. He huffs in his sleep, an impossibly charming sound. The mother goat goes back to grazing. I take a few deep breaths. I listen to the wind.

“There you go,” Simon says quietly.

I open my eyes; I hadn’t realized I had closed them. Simon is looking at me so gently, like he loves me.

He does, I remind myself, still.

“What’s his name?” I ask.

“Ebb,” Simon says.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak, to not break whatever this moment is. We sit on the hill, Simon, Ebb, and I, until the shadows start to grow long and the light turns orange. I sigh. Simon nods.

“Let’s go bother Aggie for some tea and biscuits,” he says, standing up and stretching his arms over his head.

I look down at the goat, and his eyes are open, looking back at me.

“Time to go, little puff,” I tell him, and impossibly, he seems to understand.

He yawns, squeaks, then hops off my lap and skips over to his mother, who is already turning to follow the rest of the herd down the hill.

Simon reaches out a hand to help me up. I take it.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ #foolofabookwyrm-activated #my fic #ficlet #fluff #and goats #kiiind of goatober but not really?#I love Liz and that's all #snowbaz

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decaflondonfog · 1 year

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by wand or by knife

rated m (for a v short fade to black moment), <1k

[honestly idk i had this idea and i'm in the trenches due to a long fic that doesn't seem to want to end and this just happened! it's probably pure nonsense]

SIMON

When Baz asked me not to make any plans for today, I didn’t question it. There’s always something going on. A family dinner to celebrate a holiday I never even heard of, drinks with friends I forgot existed that he somehow keeps in touch with, sporting events I am pretty sure are made up until the moment we arrive. I never question it.

Baz could ask anything of me. I don’t know how to say no to him.

I wouldn’t want to, either.

BAZ

I have been doing weird things for Simon Snow for ages now. I’ve decided that at this point it would be weirder to stop.

The idea lodged itself into my brain last week. We were wrapped around each other like we always are: curled up on the sofa together like a creature that separates into two every morning but needs to return to its natural form at night to survive.

The film was rubbish, if you ask me. Simon would probably agree. But he’s easy to ready when it comes to mushy stuff. I always notice when his eyes get all bright and big like that.

I don’t know yet if I’m a grand gesture kind of guy, but I do care a whole lot about making him happy.

SIMON

There are scones for breakfast. When I ask where he got them, he avoids the question and starts talking about research with Penny. When I ask again, he tells me not to worry about it.

That’s not a very Baz thing to say. And they’re just scones. Nothing to be suspicious about, really. Except… they taste exactly like the ones back at Watford.

I put half a dozen away easily, and wash them down with tea he keeps refilling.

It’s a good morning.

BAZ

I tried to remember what I was wearing that day, but I can’t. It was winter, then, so it’s not like it matters, really. It’s too warm for jumpers.

Simon has told me before how much he likes the green shirt, so I go with that. This is not the kind of thing one dresses up for but I don’t know how to not make an effort.

SIMON

That fucking green shirt.

“Simon, come on, I wanna get going.”

I’ll get him going all right.

He’s got the top three buttons open. The green makes his eyes pop, his skin all lovely white marble, peppered with stark black hair. I want to lick all the way from his collarbone and down his sternum. I want to pop all the buttons off on that bloody shirt.

He wouldn’t forgive me for the latter, but I think I can get him on board with the former.

“Snow, for fuck’s sake, now?”

We’re always late when he wears that shirt. It’s not my fault.

“Si— oh, bloody hell, well, don’t stop now!”

Whatever it is we’re doing, we might be late.

BAZ

He’s a bloody demon.

I have to bribe him with food to get him in the car.

SIMON

He better not be joking about getting me more scones.

BAZ

This is all a bit of a silly plan. I consider turning the car back and taking him out for lunch.

I don’t, for the sake of romance.

SIMON

He’s fidgety. The soft kind, not the nervous kind. I’ve learnt how to tell those apart. There’s definitely something fishy going on.

The music is on quietly, and the windows are down. His hair is up but little wisps of it escape the bobble, flying around his face. It makes me want to reach over and tuck it behind his ear. He fed just this morning, so it should pull a blush out of him, too. I like it when he blushes.

BAZ

“Wait, are we going to…” he trails off.

Finally. I figured he’d get it like twenty minutes ago.

SIMON

My heart is hammering against my ribcage. I check Baz’s trousers for the potential shape of a velvet box through the fabric of his pockets. Nothing, though. Not one thing. No ring.

Why else do people bring their significant others to the spot of their first kiss?

BAZ

“Come on, Snow,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel.

SIMON

I find the place before he does. I didn’t think I’d remember it, but I do. I remember the flames, and the way his lips felt on mine. They feel just as good now, but it’s nice to be less confused about it. And less worried he’ll incinerate himself into a pile of ash, like an idiot.

BAZ

I pull my wand out of my pocket, and then his present. I pass it to him without a word.

SIMON

“I thought you said I was not allowed near knives,” I tell him.

I had a small accident in the kitchen, a few months back. I’ve not tried any knife tricks since then. I have no clue why he’s handing me a pocket knife now.

BAZ

“Come here,” I ask him. He does. I twist him around so he’s bracketed by my body, between the tree and I. “Step forward.”

“Is this a weird vampire thing? Wait, Baz, are you finally turning me?”

“Shut up, Snow.”

He’s still laughing, but it dies down when I mutter the spell and aim at the tree.

The carving is a little wonky, but I’d never used that spell before. His mouth is open and he looks vaguely like he may cry.

He traces the shapes with his fingers when I finish.

SIMON

S+B.

Baz is a romantic fool. I love him so much it hurts.

You’re ridiculous, I want to say. But I’m too scared I’ll cry if I open my mouth.

“Your turn,” he whispers, kissing behind my ear.

BAZ

He carves the heart around the letters like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done.

Perfect, magical, incredible Simon Snow.

SIMON

“I love you,” he says.

And then he kisses me.

#fuck christ #what am i doing #truly unhinged behaviour #to just type a fic and post without even rereading?#apparently that's what i do now #snowbaz #[insert keyboard emoji here]#by wand or by knife #ficlets

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chaotixalex · 2 years

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smooth like butter

aka a small snowbaz drabble

there are no trigger warnings other then some corny ass fluff.

simon sighs. no- not as a sign of boredom but because he feels at ease. there's nothing chasing him. nothing chasing them. him and baz.

baz. he lies on the sofa, clearly too small for him, his feet in the air. smooth skin of his calf as warm as he can get. only his hair is visible, his head ducked in the corner. a shirt and a fancy knacker he had that left his bum almost out.

"you look nice."

he turns to face simon. he's surprised, he feels rightful to be so. baz's had a day full of shitty people trying to get him to stop. he was groggy and most probably smelly when he came home. it was not the best he's been.

simon hears a muffled "oh."

the spontaneity of the comment surprises both. simon, because he thought he didn't have it in him- he was working on it- baz because- well he looks like shit and simon seemed so out of it.

"well," baz turns to face him now "so do you." he gets up. "as always, if it's any difference."

baz expects a back handed comment, a snide remark. instead simon gets up from the floor, leaving the game open on his phone, and sits on the armrest.

"but you look nicer. especially in my shirt," and baz sits to make room, "and that fancy knacker you have on."

the next words out of simon's mouth makes them turn to each other, "it makes your legs look like butter and i want to take a fucking bite out of 'em."

baz likes this, he fixes a smirk on his face just like he would back in Watford. and simon's brain tries its best to catch up with his mouth. his mouth agape, lips almost red; eyes wide and weezer blue.

"and would you like a side of scones with that, snow?"

Simon wants to deny whatever came out of his mouth. that's his first reaction. the fight or flight. then he scans baz's face. he smirk and the gray eyes as daring and as playful as they get; just like in Watford, he thinks.

"you bet your sweet ass I would."

#snowbaz #snowbaz fic #the simon snow trilogy #simon snow salisbury #baz x simon #simon x baz #baz grimm pitch #baz pitch #butter #carryonverse #ficlet #fanfic #chatfic

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hushed-chorus · 2 days

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Hi everyone! I’m climbing out of my cave and scheduling this in advance to spread the good word about vampire angst. Because, as anyone who’s read my blog title knows, I am a fiend for vampire angst, and there is some cracking vampire angst in this fandom.

Here's a selection of fics that dive into the tasty vampire stuff, especially ones that come with a serving of ‘this sucks actually’. I love all of these, but I’m sure I’ve forgotten or missed other great fics, so please feel free to reblog with your own recs!

Also, since these fics all deal with how being a vampire sucks, I’d recommend checking the tags before diving in.

The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch by @monbons

I am asking you all, please, hop on board and join me in reading along with this WIP. Monbons has a wonderful writing style; well-paced and impactful. She’s made some inspired choices in this AU. Angsty, clever, and so, so engrossing. Tasty angst so far, and we still have many chapters to go!

burning pitch by stainedglassflood

Lamb is a character who really fascinates me. This ficlet imagines a conversation Baz and Lamb would have if Lamb discovered Baz was a mage under less bloody circumstance. This short and sweet fic is something of a hidden gem, and I’ll cry forever that this is a 600 word fic, not a 60k one.

Crowding out the Bad (with Good) by twigs_in_my_hair

Another WIP, and if you are a fan of lore, this is one for you. This AU involves Simon trying to improve his diet with the help of nutritionist (and reluctant vampire) Baz. Twigs devotes so much to exploring Baz’s feelings about his vampirism, and how it has left marks on his life, behaviour, etc. And, of course, there's a lovely bit of slow burn Snowbaz along the way!

Joy and Trust by @bookish-bogwitch

Bogwitch constantly surprises and impresses me with her range. This short (400 words), sweet and heartbreaking ficlet sees Baz receiving a Visiting during the events of Carry On. I love it so much.

Proof of Life by @roomwithanopenfire

What if Natasha Pitch survived the vampire attack, but Baz still got Turned? What would that mean for Baz and the World of Mages? In this WIP, it means a Baz who is even more angsty about being a vampire than he already is in canon—and with good reason. Added bonus is the consideration for the wider canon divergence. What would Watford be like if Natasha is still headmistress but Davy is the Mage? Very intriguing fic so far, especially now we’ve landed in eighth year!

This is where it ends by LakeWitch

The least Baz-focused on the bunch, this fic is about the Mage taking Old Family children prisoner for leverage and the aftermath. It sees Baz hit his lowest point (gave me the big good sads), and then follows how he and Simon recover from all they’ve been through. Love it.

A Record of You and I by Sip_of_your_soul

Argh. I just can’t. This one hurt so good. Want to die a little inside for fun? Read this.

Thanks everyone, I'm eager to see any recs you wanna make! Tags below the cut!

@artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @captain-aralias @raenestee @cutestkilla

@ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @stitchyqueer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

@ileadacharmedlife @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @whogaveyoupermission

@nightimedreamersworld @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @onepintobean @shrekgogurt

@theearlgreymage @martsonmars @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @valeffelees

@j-nipper-95 @rimeswithpurple @wellbelesbian @imagineacoolusername

@youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @alexalexinii

@bookish-bogwitch @cosmicalart @bazzybelle @theotherhufflepuff

@that-disabled-princess @prettygoododds @mooncello @noblecorgi @roomwithanopenfire

@emeryhall @monbons

#fic rec #snowbaz fic rec #vampire angst #baz pitch

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onepintobean · 1 year

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also if anyone has thoughts on how I should distract myself from the horrors on this lovely little friday night spent alone in my bedroom do let me know. i'll take animal crossing snowbaz prompts, i'll take ficlet prompts, i'll take fic recs, i'll do a puzzle, tell me what songs i should listen to, i'm down for whatever

#but first. i gotta make myself eat something 😭😭😭#being a human is so hard you guys #why has this year been so hard we're not even a whole 3 weeks in

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internetcowboi · 2 years

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It's wips day already?

Thanks for the tags lovelies! @martsonmars @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @urban-sith @facewithoutheart @basiltonbutliketheherb every sneak peak has me 👀

First, a snowbaz ficlet i started in my notes app (while half asleep lol) Baz is having a rough day:

Simon

"Hold me," Baz whispers.

I frown. "I am."

"Hold me more."

He doesn't mean harder, I don't think. I've got so many ways to hold him, though, and I'm only using my arms right now. I amend this by wrapping my tail around his lower back, followed by a wing cocoons around his entire body.

"Mmmm, better."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I'll do tags here before the next wip! @stardustasincocaine @moodandmist @captain-aralias @ileadacharmedlife @sillyunicorn @mostlymaudlin @aristocratic-otter @themandilorian @excalisbury @cutestkilla @johnwgrey @confused-bi-queer @bookish-bogwitch @prettylightsbigcity @stillmadaboutpetra @frjsti @palimpsessed

Second wip below the cut for mild spicy art and a explicit fic link:

an art wip based on this fic I shared a few days ago (I have AFTG werewolf/vampire au brainrot)

#wip wednesday #spicy links #snowbaz #aftg #andreil #art wip #fanfic wip #simon snow #baz pitch

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valeffelees · 1 year

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i wrote a snowbaz ficlet for funsies this morning and i can't for the fucking life of me thiNK OF A TITLE

#working title: thE MOST UNNAMEABLE SHIT I'VE EVER WRITTEN #valen and the void

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henreyettah · 8 months

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AUgust week 3: childhood friends, part 2!

(Lil fic under the cut)

PENNY

My name is Penelope Bunce, and I have three friends. Simon’s a whole one, because he was my first friend, and so is Agatha even though she likes to pretend we aren’t whole friends.

Shepard is half my friend and half Premal’s, because they’re in the same grade. He’s a Normal, so Mum doesn’t want us to be around him much, but today we are anyways because he lives next door to the house the Coven is meeting at.

Basil is also my half friend, but that’s because he’s really bad at paying attention to me when I ask him very nicely to do so. Mostly when Simon’s around. Sometimes he’s really bad at paying attention because he gets sad about his Mum. I think he’d be less sad if he wore different colors, but his Dad won’t let him because they’re in mourning.

The bug I’ve found worms it’s way across my palms, and Basil turns his head after Simon instead of looking at it like he should. I want to show it to Agatha, but she would be mad if I dropped it on her. Shepard’s already learned to write, so he’s too old for bugs. And Simon’s busy running around. My fingers curl carefully around the bug to keep it from leaving. I don’t like the other kids here, the ones that aren’t my three friends.

#AUgust ‘23 #AUgust ‘23 week 3 #childhood friends #simon snow #simon snow series #penelope bunce #Shepard love #agatha wellbelove #baz pitch #carry on rainbow rowell #snowbaz #co/ws/awtwb #art #doodle #henreyettart #ficlet

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namistrella · 2 years

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Taking fic prompts!

Hi friends! I’m still sick but better enough to read and write, and starting to get bored of the interior walls of my bedroom. Thought I’d do some ficlet prompts if anyone is interested!

I'm in the mood for a bit of a challenge so let’s play this way: pick a ship, three tropes (one letter, one number, and one emoji), and a rating from the lists below, and send me an ask! The weirder the combination the better!

The invitation is open until I leave a comment on this post to say otherwise. Ficlets will be however long they end up being, but trying not to go over 1k :)

Feel free to reblog! Lists below:

Pairings:

Snowbaz (Carry On)

Drarry (HP)

Victuuri (Yuri on ice)

Iwaoi (Haikyuu)

Daisuga (Haikyuu)

If there's another pairing you want feel free to ask! Depending on the prompt I may be willing to write others :)

Tropes/themes:

Pick one letter:

A: enemies to lovers

B: friends to lovers

C: strangers to lovers

D: friends with benefits

E: idiots to lovers

F: second chance

G: fated lovers

H: unrequited love

And one number:

1. fake dating

2. bedsharing or only one bed

3. clothes sharing

4. forced proximity

5. body swap

6. kissing practice

7. in vino veritas

8. hurt/comfort

And one emoji:

🌌 space

🦈 shark

🎳 bowling

⛲ fountain

🚜 tractor

🧼 soap

🔮 crystal ball

🪓 axe

🐝 bee

Ratings:

All ratings Gen thru Explicit are welcome! Must be 18+ to request E fics.

#fic prompts #fic requests #snowbaz #carry on #yuri on ice #victuuri #drarry #haikyuu #iwaoi #daisuga

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forabeatofadrum · 2 years

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I can’t believe it IS butter

Summary: Simon admits to having an unusual favourite candy.

Notes: This is entirely Katmisc and RaenyDay on Discord’s fault. Thank you for enabling me.

AO3

SIMON

We’re all hanging out at our flat. Yes, our flat, since the moment we realised Baz wasn’t going back to Fiona’s, he started helping out by paying rent.

The six of us are sitting in a circle on the floor. We’ve moved my still pink sofa to the side and we’re all chatting. We’ve ordered pizza and Baz had to open a fancy bottle of wine, since he doesn’t like my cheap cider. (To be honest, I no longer like it either now that I don’t drink it to forget my bullshit.)

I invited them all since I am still working on this whole ‘letting people in’ thing that I am trying and also because Agatha wants to formally introduce Niamh to us as her partner. I don’t know if Niamh likes me, since I basically took away her chance to study actual dragon wings, but Agatha assures me that Niamh always frowns.

Niamh’s frown deepens when Shepard suggests a party game.

“A spin the bottle kind of thing, but without kissing!” he says excitedly.

“Then… what is the point?” Niamh asks.

“If the bottle is pointed towards you, you have to tell everyone a silly secret about yourself.”

Niamh looks uninterested, Penny looks concerned, Baz looks unamused and Agatha just laughs. But even so, no one seems to object when Shepard spins the empty wine bottle.

The secrets aren’t that life changing, to be honest. Shepard tells us that he’s flirted with one of Watford’s goats (okay, Niamh does look bewildered), Penny admits to writing slash fanfiction, Baz tells us that his entire Instagram recommendation page is filled with accounts dedicated to men’s shoes, Agatha tells us that she’s probably had a crush on her friend Minty, and Niamh admits to not knowing who Baz was up until she properly met Agatha.

The bottle finally points towards me.

“I, uh, eat little butter packets like candy.”

Silence.

Confused silence.

“You do… what?” Penny asks.

I reach inside the pocket of my jacket and I take out a small butter package, wrapped in foil. I got them from the restaurant I work at (I’m trying out jobs to see what sticks) (butter, that’s what sticks). At the restaurant, we serve them with bread, but when I first saw them I knew I had to try a little butter stick on its own.

The next thing I know, I always come home with a stash of little butter packages. I put them in the back of the fridge so that they can harden and then they’re basically like hard candy!

My friends stare at the little butter package and they watch how I unwrap it and pop it in my mouth.

“Hmmmm, nice,” I say as I suck on the butter.

Baz stares at me for a long second before his eyes flick to my pockets.

“Snow, is this why you asked me to spell your pockets to have a permanent cold temperature?” he asks indignantly.

I nod.

“And is that why your hands are often oily?” he continues.

I nod again. Most of the time I just put the butter in my mouth straight from the opened tinfoil wrap, but sometimes I forget to put them in a cold place and it gets messy. Or I do take the butter out of the package.

“Huh, this does explain why you’re often wearing this jacket,” Agatha says with a frown that matches Niamh’s, “I thought you were developing a style!”

“Nope, it’s for the butter,” I say

“Do you keep all of those in your pocket?” Penny asks, still looking astonished, “If so, are your pockets bigger on the inside? Nice work, Basilton.”

Baz and I both shake our heads.

“No, he only asked me to adjust the temperature.”

“No, I keep most of them in the fridge.”

Baz’s head jerks towards me.

“You do?”

I do most of the cooking, which is probably why Baz never noticed.

“Or I freeze them,” I shrug, “Mini butter ice creams!”

Another beat of silence. I take the opportunity to get another butter package out of my pocket. Honestly, Penny has the right idea by making my pocket magickally larger, so that I can carry even more ‘candies’ with me.

“… Merlin,” Baz pinches the bridge of his nose and I smile, “I don’t know if I should be worried or amused by this, love.”

“Amused, hopefully,” I turn around to look at the others, “Come on, Shepard just admitted to flirting with a goat and yet everyone is so distraught by my stuff!”

“It’s Shepard,” everyone but Niamh and Shepard point out and, okay, fair. Niamh still looks like she’s regretting coming here.

Shepard grins sheepishly.

“No judgment from me, my friend,” Shepard says, “I admit… I drink ketchup out of those little restaurant packets.”

Now everyone turns to Shepard.

Except for Agatha, who blushes.

“Ags?” I prompt.

“I, uhm, may have developed an appetite for uncooked instant ramen packets.”

Shepard raises his fist for a fist bump in solidarity.

“… what is happening?” Baz mutters next to me.

Penny coughs.

“If we’re sharing debatable eating habits, powdered sugar straight from the tube is a comfort food of mine, even though you can hardly call it food.”

“I gnaw on tea leaves,” Niamh says in a monotone voice.

Shepard wants a high five, but Niamh doesn’t budge and Shepard pouts. I give him a high five instead.

Now everyone turns to Baz, the only person who hasn’t chimed in.

He raises an eyebrow.

“What?” he says.

“What’s your unusual appetite, babe?” I ask.

“I drink rat blood, but that’s hardly a secret,” he says.

“And?” I gesture to him to go on.

“Isn’t that debatable enough?” Baz sighs.

“And?” I say again.

“And I like drinking strawberry dessert syrup straight from the a bottle,” he relents. I knew it! Why else would there always be a bottle of that thick substance in our fridge? Baz looks embarrassed when he continues: “I hold the bottle over me, tilt back my head, and squeeze it straight into my mouth.”

Everyone stares at him.

“It makes me think of blood without actually having to drink blood, okay?” he says.

“You guys can no longer judge me for my butter candies!” I say and I take out another one of them.

Honestly, I can’t get enough of it. It’s butter, but as a candy! It is the best idea I’ve ever had and no one can change my mind.

Everyone then in turn starts defending their own debatable food choice as I suck on my butter.

Next time we need to organise a potluck or something.

It’ll be fun.

#snowbaz #carry on #simon snow series #holy fuck I wrote #2022 #ficlet #simon and butter otp

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