#soft snowbaz

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

Basil and Simon share a picnic in the park

Rated T for language & vague reference to shit childhoods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Simon?”

Right, we were talking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More than anything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[artsyunderstudy]

“‘Your hair is so pretty,’ I mumble. ‘You’re so pretty.’ [Baz] runs his hand through my hair. A few rosebuds fall onto the mattress, then softly fade away. I think I’m going to kiss him. I think this is what everything’s been building up to.”

True Colours by @im-gettingby

Carry on Countdown | Day Twenty: Flowers

This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn’t double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.

@carryon-countdown

#snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz fanart #carry on countdown #COC 2023 #carry on trilogy #simon snow series #simon snow trilogy #artsyart #co/ws/awtwb #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #rainbow rowell #i was elated when i remembered this scene for flowers #because its so fucking sweet and soft #i love this fic #i love penny and baz being friends #and i love a getting together later #and i love simon calling baz pretty #so good such a good fic

[letraspal]

Read

🦭 Read chapter 5 of “A gift from the propheseals” by @skeedelvee on AO3 🦭

Baz is home and healing, and needs some reassurance that this is all real.

#this is actually the first epilogue #we’re almost done #bro 😭😭😭 #don’t you love with madness when Simon is soft with Baz #I do #I do like a lot #simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #fanart #letraspal #carry on fanart #carry on #illustration #skeedelvee #a gift from the propheseals #🦭

[sailorblossoms]

Simon doesn't want Baz to be angry with him when he's away and he gets so happy and cuddly after sex and he's unable to stand close to Baz for too long without touching or kissing him--his cheek, his wrist, his hand--and he wants to buy a lamp for their bedroom because he doesn't know how Baz's face looks like when he comes undone and he's always been into cataloging every single one of his expressions, and he can never get enough of him, of the way he smells, the way he feels when they're holding each other close, and his tail is constantly trying to pull Baz closer and his wings are opening up, wide and proud, or closing around him in an embrace, and he's constantly flirty or joking around or just laughing when they're talking, even when the conversation is frustrating, because Baz makes him happy and he loves him so much.

#re-reading some scenes of awtwb and im so soft #simon loves baz so so much #and hes so incredibly attracted to him #hes crazy about him really #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #baz x simon #baz grimm pitch #simon snow trilogy #awtwb

[blackberrysummerblog]

Hi again and happy Wednesday all! Thank you so much to everyone who tagged me last week; I really appreciate it & loved seeing what you’ve all been up to!

And Happy Birthday Simon Snow! Here’s a somewhat day-appropriate excerpt from my ongoing crucible marriage au, from Simon’s second day at good old Pitch Manor:

“So, no brothers and sisters. Just the Mage, more’s the pity. What else should I know about you, Snow? You weren’t at the last ceremony. When’s your birthday?”

Ah, fuck. There’s no way this isn’t going to be awkward. The date was written on my arm along with my name when my parents abandoned me, but I’m not going to tell him that. “It was...um. The 21st of June. Summer solstice, usually…”

“Yesterday. Your birthday was yesterday, Snow? Why in magic’s name didn’t you say anything?”

I shrug. “Your, uh, family didn’t really seem much in the mood to celebrate.”

“Well, I’d have liked to have known,” Baz says, scowling. It’s like the weather is echoing his mood, it’s gone right dark out all of a sudden.

“To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t foremost in my mind after the ceremony,” I snap. “Your aunt was furious and you—”

“I what, Snow?”

I squirm and try to pull my hand free. Baz resists for a moment but then lets go, and I cross my arms over my chest. Words are escaping me, as per usual. I shrug.

“Seven snakes, Snow.” He gives a long, slow sigh.

“Well, what would you have done if you knew, anyway? It’s not really a big deal.”

“It is to me! Crowley, I won’t have much excuse to forget from now on. Your birthday is the same day as our anniversary.”

“I guess I’ll be like one of those kids with Christmas birthdays now,” I say. As if Christmas or birthdays had been a thing in the homes, I don’t add. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if anyone tried to make a fuss. (That’s not fair. Penny did. She always had a small gift for me on those days, and a little cupcake with a candle on my birthday.)

“We’ll celebrate our anniversary the day before,” Baz says firmly, fixing me with a look I don’t think I’d dare challenge. “Solstice is sometimes on the 20th, anyway. Your birthday will get its own day, Snow.”

I don’t understand him at all, this easy way he has of swinging between remarks that cut straight to the bone and then, in the next instant...this. “Assuming we’re still married in a year,” I say, which is awful, but it’s not as though anyone here is pretending they’re not going to storm the Coven to tear us apart. I don’t want to think about that though, much less talk about it. I want things to be simple for once; I want the sort of uncomplicated life that everyone but me seems to get. Baz isn’t uncomplicated, but I feel like loving him might be. If we’re given the chance.

Tags under the cut! Have a great rest of the week, everyone!

@cutestkilla @larkral @facewithoutheart @ileadacharmedlife @bazzybelle @whogaveyoupermission @fatalfangirl @stitchyqueer @confused-bi-queer @c0nsumemy5oul @thewholelemon @asocialpessimist @supercutedinosaurs @palimpsessed @nausikaaa @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @rimeswithpurple @j-nipper-95 @cows4247 @sillyunicorn @stardustasincocaine @orange-peony @imagineacoolerusername @jasonfunderberthefrogexists @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @martsonmars @basiltonbutliketheherb @valeffelees @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @hushed-chorus @thehoneyedhufflepuff @erzbethluna @nightimedreamersworld @letraspal @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @raenestee @captain-aralias @shrekgogurt @onepintobean@ebbpettier @orange-peony @theearlgreymage @prettygoododds @forabeatofadrum @ivelovedhimthroughworse @stillmadaboutpetra @mostlymaudlin @whatevertheweather @bookish-bogwitch @fucking-gay-frogs @shutup-andletme-go @yellob @hertragedyconnoisseur @sailorblossoms @aceumbrellaheroes @ninemagicks @anikamercat @brilla-brilla-estrellita @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ionlydrinkhotwater @captain-emrys @tender-ministrations

#wip wednesday #wip #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #Baz and his bitterly offered softness lol #happy birthday simon snow #crucible marriage au #married by the crucible au

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

WIP Wednesday & Countdown to EGF (6 days!)

Hi, hello, hola!! How are you lovelies doing today? Thank you for the Wednesday tags, @confused-bi-queer and @cutestkilla, and for the Sunday tags, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @larkral, @shrekgogurt, @raenestee, @fatalfangirl, @shemakesmeforget, @hushed-chorus, and @aristocratic-otter! I've been away from Le Tumbs for the last few days and I am still sloooowly catching up on all the delightful things you've all been making and reccing!! ❤️❤️❤️

My Good EGG / EGF fic continues apace.... Have one of the rare snippets from Ch. 4 of the draft that isn't just fucking: 😆

“Is it a dealbreaker if I’m a night owl?”

“I think you’d make a very handsome, very judgy owl,” Simon says. He sounds sleepy, and he arches a little whenever Baz’s thumb circles his skin. “If I was a bird, I’d be - dunno, one of those birds with the weird frog mouths.” 

“No,” Baz says. “You’d be a shrike. A butcher bird.”

A smile lifts up the corner of Simon’s mouth. “You really took it to heart when I said that killing things is my love language.”

If you haven't seen the tantalising glimpse of art that @shemakesmeforget shared for SSS, please CHECK IT OUT. I laughed manically when I saw it and it continues to bring me joy~

Tags and a slightly spicier snippet behind the cut!

So, one of the great joys of re-reading a draft that has been sitting for a while is finding bits and pieces that still tickle my funny bone:

"Tell me about things that you’ve killed.” 

Simon laughs, confused. “Are you - does that get you off?”

“No,” Baz says frankly. “But it’ll keep me from jumping on your dick before I’m ready.”

Smut peddling tag: @erotic-grope-fest

A buncha hello tags! I am sleepy so if I forgot anyone please consider yourself tagged (and loved) ❤️ @artsyunderstudy @captain-aralias @dohrnaira @facewithoutheart @ionlydrinkhotwater @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @johnwgrey @martsonmars @moodandmist @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @sailorblossoms @tea-brigade @thewholelemon @theimpossibledemon @whogaveyoupermission @tectonicduck (I AM DOWN TO CLOWN AND READY TO CRAFT ON SAT 🪡📍🧵✂️)

#WIP wednesday #egf2023 #my good egg #soft boys being soft boyfriends #carry on #snowbaz #good morning good night good morning #my fic tag

[demadogs]

listen. soft quiet first kiss/love confession is for best friends to lovers. angsty dramatic first kiss/love confession is for enemies to lovers.

#look at snowbaz thats a fucking perfect first kiss but something like that would never work for byler #theres has to be SOFT 🤬🤺 #byler

[azocscreativespace]

17-12, day 23: Hurt/Comfort

@carryon-countdown

#simon comforts baz #soft hair touches #azocs art #my art #simon snow #carry on countdown #coc 2022 #snowbaz #carry on #baz pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #fluff

[helfan]

ᓚᘏᗢ snowbaz, icons — 120x120? fav/rb, credit the artist if u use!

artes: mandymma & vkelleyart <3 support their work!

#soft icons #icons #psd #spirit icons #messy icons #120x120 #vampicons #carry on icons #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz

[theearlgreymage]

Back to Back Postings! Look at me gooooooooooooooo 

I think I went more emotional here? I dunno. I keep debating it. So imma just post it and let the universe do with it as it pleases. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch & Simon Snow Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Penelope Bunce Additional Tags: COC 2022, Carry On Countdown, Day 2, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, First Meetings, Emotional Hurt, Character Death, But it's okay, Love at First Sight Summary:

One of the most terrifying mysteries of this universe is death. What happens when we die? Does everything that we are cease to exist? Or, is there something more to look forward to?

Carry On Countdown - 2022

Day 2 : Alternate Universe

#coc 2022 #carry on countdown #day 2 #au #carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #it started off edgy then got soft I dunno

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For Day 17 of Carry on Countdown 23, Fluff (the streak remains unbroken!) @carryon-countdown

Simon's had a long day at work. Too long a day, but Basil's there when he gets home to get him safely into bed.

Rated T, for the sweet, nonsexual intimacy of cuddling your exhausted partner naked in bed.

This is yet another part the Nurse/Lawyer AU for this CoC... originally it was only three parts, but I think now we're up to five parts for it. I hope you enjoy them all. 🖤 [Part 1][Part 2]

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It’s been a long bloody day.

My head bangs gently against our front door, my eyes closed softly against the light of the hallway that leads to our apartment, too tired to fumble with the keys until I find the right one to unlock the door and let myself stumble over onto the couch and collapse into unconsciousness.

I bloody well want to, I’m already there internally, already thinking about how nice it’ll be to curl up and allow myself the sweet oblivion of sleep, of nothing. It was sixteen hours straight, and even if it’s not the worst I might have to work in an emergency scenario, even if I’ve done it many, many times before, it is exhausting. I would very much like to be asleep yesterday and not be feeling my bones so much anymore.

The keys are heavy in my palm, but I start fiddling with them all the same, despite the loud noise of them being entirely too much to handle now. I just want quiet. I want quiet and I want Basil and I want our apartment and our bed and blessed, beautiful sleep.

The door opens of it’s own accord, without my help from the key, and there he is. My Basil. He’s wrapping his arms around me and tugging me properly into our apartment.

Our apartment.

I’m still getting used to that, you know, it’s not like we’ve been together that long, but this was our apartment now. Our apartment, full of our things, pictures of our friends and family, our food in the fridge, or everything together. Our future even, maybe.

I’d resisted at first, you know. We’d only been together six months, it wasn’t exactly a sure thing then, and something in me wasn’t confident enough to think I could keep Baz then, but he’d insisted. My lease came up and I was bemoaning not being able to afford how much more they were asking for and Baz had insisted.

“Pay me what you do now if it bothers you so much, that way you don’t feel like it’s a charity affair or some such other nonsense,” He’d said, all posh and snooty like he could get when he was certain he was right. I hate when he thinks his right, by the way, because he usually is right. “Besides, we’re together. We spend over half our nights together, there’s no reason to be shy about moving in to mine.”

So Basil’s ‘mine’ had become ‘ours,’ just like that.

Our place is much nicer than my place had been, all that lawyer money probably had something to do with it, but Baz didn’t gloat about the difference between the two. Not before it had become ours, not during the inevitable move, and not now either.

Now it was just ours, and Baz was holding me in it, petting soft through my hair and smelling faintly of woodsmoke and dark red wine.

“I told you, you didn’t have to stay up waiting for me,” I’m trying to scold him, but it’s only soft and fond and so, so bloody tired.

“I know, love,” his voice is half a song and ridiculously calming. I’m already sighing against his chest, thinking about biting into him I’m so overly fond. “I missed you though, and I’d work I could do from home anyway, so I did that. Now we can sleep in together and I won’t need to be ready for my first meeting until two in the afternoon.”

I hum tiredly against his shoulder, nuzzling it softly already half asleep in his arms.

“Sounds nice, doesn’t it? A nice ten hour sleep, a lazy morning, maybe breakfast in bed, maybe cocoa if I’m feeling fancy about it,” He’s lulling me to sleep with his soft morning plans for us and I think he knows it, except he’s started this while we’re still in the living room.

“Bed,” I manage to murmur, my nose still buried in that same spot against his skin. “That sounds lovely, tell me more in bed.”

Basil laughs quietly at me and I think I love the sound. That’s a lie, I know I love the sound. By now I am well and truly, stupidly in love with Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. He’s already told me I don’t have to take his name if we ever get married. I can’t believe he’s already thought wedding thoughts, we haven’t been together a full year yet.

I can’t blame him though. I have also been guilty of wedding thoughts already in our relationship. Not terribly deep ones, I’ll admit, but wedding thoughts none the less. Just soft little thoughts, like how handsome he’ll look in a tuxedo, what flowers he might pick out for us, how nice an outdoor wedding might be. Basil’s definitely going to be the one planning a majority of the event, he’s such a bloody perfectionist. I’m partial to the perfectionist in him though, and I don’t think most of the little details will matter half as much to me as they’ll matter to him. Maybe the flavour of the cake would matter… I’d like something related to cherries, maybe. Probably. Definitely.

I’m too tired to be entirely decisive on anything just now, but I do know that cherries would be delightful.

Before I know it, Baz has already gotten us to the bedroom. He must’ve carried me there, because I think my legs have well and truly given out on me. Maybe I’d been dreaming about our wedding, and that’s how I didn’t notice a single step of the way there. It’s entirely his fault, by the way, for being so comforting and soft to rest against right when I’m through the door– before I’ve even made it through the door technically.

“Come here.” I’m being demanding, I know, pulling at his shirt with weak arms while he’s undressing me.

He slips from my grip all too easily, perking a brow down at me, out of my reach and knowing full well I’m too sore and tired and out of it to try again. “You’re not sleeping in our bed in your work clothes,” He says it like it’s obvious.

“Our bed,” I hum back at him, repeating his words and forgetting myself all over again.

“Simon Snow, you are too bloody tired to function,” Basil scolds softly, his fingers working me out of my clothes with a touch too tender compared to all his sterness. I love him, I’m all too aware all over again.

I love him so bloody bad. “Mhmn… Come cuddle though… it’s been so long…”

“I’m getting there,” Baz’s placating me. He taught me that word. It’s not an uncommon word, apparently, but it hadn’t been in my vernacular before we were dating. Vernacular. There’s another one.

Baz finally finishes undressing himself and climbs into the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms and tucking me under his chin, tucking us both in under the sheets. “Better,” I mutter out, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he murmurs back to me, running his fingers soft through my hair, “You need to rest though. We both do. It’d been a long day.”

“Such a long day,” the words leave my lips more exhausted groan than proper words. I’m too tired to care.

It’s been over twenty hours since I’ve been in our bed and I think I might already be mostly asleep. I might’ve been mostly asleep since I’d fallen through the doorway. Baz is humming a tune for me, soft and low. He’d been a music student, once upon a time, an era ago, he says, before the accident. He always calls it the accident. Someday, maybe he’ll tell me about the accident. Not tonight though.

Tonight he’s humming for me, his voice is quiet and deep, the perfect vibrato to pull me in deeper. “I love your voice. I love you. You’re so beautiful, everything about you is beautiful…”

Baz chuckles that dark chuckle again and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. “You’re even more beautiful to me, love, now rest, alright?”

“Mhmn…” I think I’m half in a dream already, and he keeps petting me and humming for me. He’s tangled our legs together and every part of me feels heavy.

He always makes me feel so safe. I love him so much. I’m not sure if I said it out loud that time, but I feel it in every part of my body, in every part of my soul.

“I love you too, Simon Snow,” Basil’s voice is like a song, and I love that about him too, “I love you so much more than I can possibly say with words.”

His song takes me to sleep, and I’m already dreaming about his pancakes in the morning and his dark chocolate cinnamon cocoa, I can already taste it on my tongue. Nothing tastes better.

#Carry On Countdown #COC 2023 #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #my writing #there's more of this to be posted #Bigender Nurse Simon Snow (He/She) #Lawyer Baz Pitch #nonsexual intimacy #soft snowbaz #when they caretake each other #when they snuggle #when they... i just love them #finally figured out what i'm writing for angst #part three

[artsyunderstudy]

WIP Wednesday

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

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

Enjoy!

One December Night (Read on AO3)

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

Close Your Eyes

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

Sober

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

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[cherrymagik]

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[orange-peony]

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

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[seiya-starsniper]

WIP Word Search Game

I AM 8 BAJILLION YEARS LATE WITH NO EXCUSES (that's a lie, I was sick so haven't written too much lmaoooooo) but thank you so much for the tags @five-and-dimes and @hardly-an-escape

My words are cold, warm, soft, hold, hurt and book, scare, red, hip, tree. Let's see what we've got!

Putting this under a cut because it got long!

Cold:

From an Untitled Dreamling Forced Marriage AU

Dream wishes he had tried harder to convince Robert to open their marriage. Then maybe he could have had someone else’s child, and taken the fall for an affair and run off, out of this cold, loveless place. But Robert had vehemently refused him even that small comfort, and Dream now finds himself hating his husband for it. Now he was trapped forever, with no escape. 

Warm:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

“Hey,” Hob greets warmly, breaking Dream out of his reverie and forcing him to reboot his brain. “Hob,” Dream says, cringing internally at how breathless he sounds despite Hob being the one breathing heavily at his door. If the other man notices, he doesn’t comment on it. “It’s bloody hot outside,” Hob replies. He runs a hand through his sweat soaked hair and Dream has to clamp his jaw shut before he blurts out something stupid like “it’s bloody hot inside too”.

Soft:

From the Untitled sequel to A Dream for a Viscount

He wakes to sunlight filtering through the windows, soft and gentle. Hob is snoring peacefully next to him, a rarity as he is normally an early riser while Dream prefers to sleep in. Dream’s last night of heat had been his most fervent, and he blushes when he remembers how desperately he had begged for Hob’s knot, had even begged the alpha to stay inside him until they both fell asleep. 

Hold:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

Dream doesn’t expect Hob to show up for their final session. He has every right not to. When he had left Dream’s apartment last week, Dream had buried himself in his work and his sketches. He obsessively stalked the man's social media accounts and downloaded dozens of photos to use a reference in case he needed them to finish his project. In case Hob decided to not come back. The photos don't hold a candle to the real thing though.

Hurt:

From the Untitled sequel to Break Me, Shake Me

Johanna explains to the group gathered who Dream is, and why he’s agreed to help them. Though many of the group regard him warily, as they should, they all fully accept that he's yet another person that's been irreparably hurt by Roderick. Dream wonders what it is they see when they look at him. Roderick has not left him with scars, nor starved him. But there must be something in his expression because Dream catches more than a few pitying glances. 

Book:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

“So are you going to let me see what you've done so far, or do I need to wait for the finished product?” Hob asks, settling himself back on the lounge and looking far too comfortable. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get dressed, much to Dream’s chagrin. It’s not that he minds Hob’s company, but he’s so horny he might actually explode if Hob doesn’t dress and leave soon. “When I have something worth sharing, you will be the first to see it,” Dream replies, more curt than he'd intended. Hob doesn't seem bothered by his shortness though, he simply huffs in amusement before he stands and walks over to where Dream is sitting as he finishes some additional lines on his sketches. On instinct, Dream pulls his sketchbook close to his chest when Hob is close enough, and when he looks up, he finds himself staring at the most brilliant amber brown eyes he’s ever seen. He almost tells Hob to sit back down just so he can sketch them.

Scare:

Not found in any of my WIP documents (but I'm sure that'll change soon enough!)

Red:

Follow up to SnowBaz Dreamling shenanigans, requested by @bazzybelle

“ ‘m not drunk,” Morpheus insists. Hob snorts. “Sure, sure, and I had the queen of England over at my place this summer,” Hob jokes. “I’m serious!” Morpheus insists, huffing and puffing out his cheeks like a small child. It’s absolutely adorable, if not absolutely terrible for Hob’s balance. Morpheus’s cheeks and lips are both flushed cherry-red from the cold, the most color Hob’s ever seen on the other man since they met. It was a really good look on him. A very tempting look. “Pretty sure your boyfriend would agree with me,” Hob replies, reminding himself that no matter how cute and tempting Morpheus looked, Hob wasn’t a homewrecker. Even if Baz would have thanked him for him and written him a check for enough money to pay the rest of his rent and tuition for the rest of the year.  Morpheus furrows his brow. “Boyfriend?” he asks in a confused state. “What boyfriend?”

Hip:

From the Untitled sequel to Break Me, Shake Me

“What do you like, baby?” Hob asks again. “Tell me, I’ll give it to you.” Dream wants to say, look at me. Tell me you can't live without me. Instead, he places a hand on the alpha’s chest, pushing him back and off of him until Hob is sitting on his ankles watching him, his eyes never leaving Dream’s. Then Dream turns and presents himself, bracing on his elbows and knees as he spreads his legs as wide as he can manage.   “Take me rough, just like this,” Dream whines. “I want to feel you so deep inside me, I forget everything else.” Hob growls and grabs him by the hips, before the alpha finally, finally does what Dream’s been fantasizing about for weeks and sinks himself into the omega’s cunt. 

Tree:

From Chapter 3 of Set the Night on Fire

“You need to leave,” Dream says, his voice low and dangerous as he hears the adventuring party  advance further into his territory. By his estimates, they would be at the bottom of the trail leading up the mountain in an hour.  “What? Why?” Hob asks, sitting up and now fully awake. Dream does not explain further, he simply grabs Hob by the waist, careful not to squeeze too hard on the soft human’s body, before he dashes out of the cave and jumps from the cliff, taking off into the chilly morning air. “What the fucking hell!” Hob yells as Dream carries them high above the trees, and as far away from the fast approaching humans as the bounds of his curse will allow. He cannot allow the humans to see Hob. He cannot allow them to think Hob is aligned with him. If they do, they’ll kill him, and Dream would not be able to stand it if he loses another human companion.

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Your words are: blue, rich, sky, jacket, and heart

#dreamling #seiya writes #seiya gets tagged #seiya's wip previews #nsft #omegaverse #angst galore! #if there's one thing these word searches make me do #it's write more so I can fill the prompted words LMAO #thanks for tagging me friends!!! 💖