#Ruth Salisbury

[letraspal]

“I do know Lady Salisbury. She’s probably my grandmother age, but she hangs out with my mother’s set. She tells bawdy jokes and always encourages everyone to eat more cake.”

Lady Ruth Salisbury | Women of the Simon Snow trilogy

[crankybeetle]

@carryon-countdown day 9: pride

Making a rainbow cake with the most supportive gran

[aristocratic-otter]

Lemon Blueberry Shortbread

A Lady Ruth Charity Zine fic, featuring art from @letraspal

Summary:

Two afternoons of learning to cook a family recipe, thirty years apart.

Part 1: Cooking with Lucy

Ruth

“No, darling, don’t cut the blueberries!”

Lucy drops the slim knife and pulls her hands back in startlement. At eight years old, I’ve only just started letting her cut things, and then only soft fruits with my dullest knife.

“Why not, mummy?” she asks. “We cut the blueberries last week!”

I sigh and smile. This is part of it. This passing on of hard won knowledge. That the methods that suit one occasion aren’t meant to be applied to another. This is the reason that I was so thrilled when Lucy decided she wanted to learn to cook. Thrilled and relieved.

It’s been far more difficult, being a mother, than I ever envisioned when Andrew and I set out on this journey together. I’d thought that my girl would be much like I was; fond of home comforts and domestic pursuits. I thought I’d wile away many a happy hours sewing or cleaning or crafting with my daughter.

Well, best laid plans and all that.

Read on AO3

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

DAY 1: Something Old

Simon and Baz are prepping for their wedding, Lady Ruth is eager to help, despite Simon's insecurities with his place in the Salisbury family.

Rating: G

Length: 940 words

Warnings: none

Read on Ao3 or below :)

“Okay okay, tell me what you have so far again,” Lady Ruth insists, bringing out another tray of egg salad sandwiches, and setting them on the tea table. 

Simon smiles wide. I think he’s equally excited for the wedding and the sandwiches. 

“Baz has a necklace his great-grandmother passed down, for something old. We figured our suits will count for something new. We don’t have something borrowed-”

“And Simon’s eyes are perfectly blue,” I add, so I can watch that lovely blush spread across his freckled cheeks.

“We’ll have blue flowers,” Simon tells his grandmother.

 We will have hyacinth in the bouquets, but I’m still considering Simon’s eyes as our blue thing. 

“Something borrowed then…” Lady Ruth ponders while sipping her tea. “I’m sure I can think of something for you.”

Simon’s leg starts bouncing while he finishes off a sandwich, and starts on another.

“I mean, I’m sure Penny or Shepard will come up with something. You’ve already done so much, helping with the catering, I don’t want to put too much on you.”

Simon’s been very nervous through the whole wedding process. It took him days to build up the courage to ask Penny to be his best woman. We’re working on it. Simon confessed to me that despite his confidence in us, and his friends, in the back of his mind he's worried he'll show up on the wedding day and no one will be there. 

“Sweety, how could I not help! You’re my only grandchild. And it's such a lovely tradition, lots of good magic can come from it. Oh!” Lady Ruth exclaims, her face lighting up- “ I have just the thing,” she declares. Lady Ruth stands from her chair, and gives us a wait here gesture before heading down the hall of her house. Her footsteps get quieter as she makes her way up stairs. 

Simon’s leg keeps bouncing, and he slumps back in his chair. 

I place a hand on his knee, hoping to calm him. 

“Should I just tell her Shepard called and he has some cuff-links for me to borrow or something?” Simon asks, looking at me with a tense expression. 

“Why would you do that?” I ask, though I have a pretty good idea what he’s thinking. 

“I-because-I can’t- she's gonna come down here with some priceless family heirloom and I can’t handle that.” 

“Simon, she said she wants to help.” 

“Yeah, but I can’t take family heirlooms, or sentimental things! She shouldn’t just trust strangers like that.” 

“Love-” I move closer to him, holding Simon as much as I can- “You’re family. They're your heirlooms.”

It's a conversation we’ve had many times over the years. Simon is close with his grandmother and uncle now, but he still has a hard time thinking of himself as part of their family. He has a hard time accepting that they’d want him as family.

“I know, it’s-it’s just hard to adjust to accept. Like, why me, right?” 

“It’s because she loves you, Simon,” I remind him. 

Simon relaxes slightly. He lets out a sigh. “God, who knew being loved was so hard,” he jokes.

I smile, and raise an eyebrow. “Yes, who could have known growing up without proper care and affection would leave lasting effects on the psyche.” 

Simon nudges me with his elbow. “I still don’t know if I can accept whatever she brings down here.” 

“That’s assuming you have a say in the matter, only grandchild,” I tease. 

Simon huffs and rolls his eyes. Then he plants a warm kiss on my cheek and it’s my turn to be bashful. This all still feels like a dream sometimes. I must have been a saint twice over in my past life to deserve Simon Snow. 

We sit in silence, waiting for Lady Ruth’s return. When we hear the creak of the stairs, Simon sits up straight again, and tenses his hands.  

I set down my cup of tea. 

Lady Ruth enters the sitting room with a handkerchief in hand. It looks like it used to be white, but with time and handling, it’s become a loved yellow. 

Ruth comes to Simon’s other side, and unfolds the cloth. 

“It was your grandfather’s,” she tells us. “He wore it in his breast pocket when we married.” 

We all look at the handkerchief. His initials are embroidered in one corner with silky black thread. The edges are decorated with delicate lace. 

“His older sister added the lace. She was a talented lacemaker, and could weave spells into her work.” 

“It's stunning,” I remark, taking in the details of the lace. Weaving spells into cloth is an old, almost lost, tradition. 

“It’s beautiful,” Simon says quietly, gaze captured by the handkerchief. “But I can't take it. I could ruin it.”

“I want you to have it.” Lady Ruth insists. She presses the delicate cloth into Simon's hand. 

He pushes it back towards her. 

“Ruth-Grandma, I… I can’t take this from you.” 

“You’re borrowing it, dear, not taking.” Lady Ruth smiles. “So bring it right back after the honeymoon.” She pats Simon’s hand with the handkerchief in it, pushing it back towards his chest. 

Simon looks like he might cry, but he’s smiling so wide. 

“I-” he wipes at the corner of his eye “What if I lose it?” 

“Then I’ll be happy knowing the handkerchief got a day with you at your wedding instead of being stuck in my closet.” 

Simon just stares at the cloth in his hands. 

“Andrew would have wanted this.” Lady Ruth adds. 

Simon looks up at her, tears welling up. He stands and wraps his grandmother in a tight hug

[krisrix]

COC Day 19 ▪︎ Heal

[dohrnaira]

Carry on Countdown - Day 17 - Fluff

Introducing Lady Ruth Moominsbury to the AU. Of course she's always making fluffy pancakes for picnics.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[facewithoutheart]

ask game: 3 + mitali bunce, ruth salisbury, daphne grimm

Oh, what an amazing ask. Bless you.

fight aliens with: Daphne Grimm. I bet she’s a secret politician. Winning over Baz’s affection despite the legacy of Natasha Pitch? Girl has mad people skills.

fight zombies with: Ruth Salisbury, no hesitation. She can cook, cheerlead, and has money??? Like you know she’d build a bomb fortress and always have cookies.

fight capitalism with: Mitali Bunce. Was there any other option?????

[yellobb]

For Baby

(a Simon Snow ficlet I had to get out of my system)

Tags: Ruth Salisbury, Lucy Salisbury, Simon Snow, song fic, a mother’s love

Song is For Baby (For Bobbie) by Peter, Paul, and Mary

~ ~ ~

I'll walk in the rain by your side

Ruth smiled down at the little bundle she had just finished dressing for bed.

I'll cling to the warmth of your hand

“There you are, little Lucy. All cozy?”

I'll do anything to keep you satisfied

The baby didn’t respond, too busy staring in wonder at the mobile above her.

And I'll love you more than anybody can

Ruth couldn’t help but lift Lucy into her arms. She rocked her along to the music coming from the radio and hummed along. Lucy grabbed at her fingers.

And the wind will whisper your name to me

“I love you so much, my darling,” she whispered into the soft locks on Lucy’s forehead.

Little birds will sing along in time

Lucy squirmed in her arms and started to cry. Ruth adjusted her grip and gently brushed away her tears.

Leaves will bow down when you walk by

“Hush, Lucy Lou. You’re alright.” She brought Lucy to her chest and continued to rock and sing to her until Lucy fell asleep in her mother’s arms.

And morning bells will chime

-

I'll be there when you're feeling down

Lucy smiled as she recognized the lullaby her mum used to sing her when she was little playing on the radio.

To kiss away the tears if you cry

She placed a hand on her belly and couldn’t help but feel a swell of joy as she felt a little kick.

I'll share with you all the happiness I've found

“What’re you getting up to in there, Simon?” she giggled out.

A reflection of the love in your eyes

She felt a sudden wave of melancholy come over her. This wasn’t her first Christmas away from her family, but it was harder than before.

And I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow

Lucy bit her lip as she contemplated the phone. She could call her mum. She could tell her about Simon.

A whisper of the joy that is mine

She’d be delighted, Lucy knew. She’d be an amazing grandmum, too. And Jaimie would be the best uncle.

The leaves will bow down when you walk by

She sighed when she felt another kick from her stomach. “Maybe we can call her after Christmas, hm? How does that sound, my little rosebud boy?”

And morning bells will chime

-

I'll walk in the rain by your side

Simon sat on the couch next to his nan, half dozing to the sound of the radio and the rain outside. He felt her pause in her knitting from where his head rested on her shoulder and cracked an eye open.

I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand

She put her needles down and wiped at her eyes. Simon frowned in worry. “Nan?”

I'll do anything to help you understand

“Oh, don’t mind me, Simon. It’s just… I used to sing this song to my Lucy when she was little.”

And I'll love you more than anybody can

Simon didn’t really know how to react. He never really did when it came to his mum.

And the wind will whisper your name to me

“She loved you so much, you know? She couldn’t have done anything but love you. It’s just how us mothers work.”

Little birds will sing along in time

She smiled at him and placed a kiss on his curls. “Grandmothers, too. I love you more than anything, and don’t you dare forget that,” she told him seriously.

Leaves will bow down when you walk by

Simon felt a warmth in his heart that was becoming so familiar these days. “Yeah. I love you too, Nan.”

And morning bells will chime

[jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists]

CARRY ON COUNTDOWN DAY 9 - PRIDE 🏳️‍🌈

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Baz, Simon, & Lady Ruth baked a cake for pride!

Hello all! And a special hello and thank you to @crankybeetle for your special drawing today, which inspired me so much that I had to write something for it! Hope you guys enjoy some soft and silly fluff between the boys and Granny Ruth! 🥰🐸

[theearlgreymage]

The Veil was rough and made me cry. I also need to work on writing shorter entries for COC if I'm going to catch up with how behind I am. Oh well. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch & Simon Snow, Daphne Grimm/Malcolm Grimm, Malcolm Grimm/Natasha Grimm-Pitch, Nicodemus Petty/Fiona Pitch Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Malcolm Grimm, Daphne Grimm (Simon Snow), Natasha Grimm-Pitch, Fiona Pitch, Ebeneza "Ebb" Petty, Nicodemus Petty, Jamie Salisbury, Ruth Salisbury, Lucy Salisbury Additional Tags: COC 2022, Carry On Countdown (Simon Snow), Day 7, VEIL, visitings, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Reunions Summary:

No one in the room dares to break the moment, I’m not even sure if anyone is breathing right now.

The form continues to manifest in front of us. The arm now leads across a collar bone and a chest and down another arm where –

Ruth gasps.

A second form starts to manifest off of the first.

They’re holding hands.

There’s a whistle, a murmur, so quiet that I suspect I’m the only one that can hear it. “Come along now” I think it says, and my vision is instantly blurred with tears. Because I know that voice.

Carry On Countdown -- 2022

Day 7 - Veil

[letraspal]

Blue berry and lemon short cookies. 🫐

You can read it on AO3

Or a cooking with Lucy/ cooking with Simon fantastic fic by @aristocratic-otter and art by me for the @ladyruthsrecipescharityzine 🫐

[sleepyphobzz]

Guys we should make something called snowvember for the simon snow fandom we need more than coc/cotta & i think this is a great idea

[ebbpettier]

[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

I can’t let my child shiver in the self made cold, ok???

[onepintobean]

COC day 11 | alternative ships

What could be more wholesome than Lamb/Lady Ruth? Just an older couple who loves making sure our boys are well-fed. 😌

(bonus under the cut)

[twokisses]

my favourite part of awtwb is when baz is dishing to lady salisbury about all the absurd claims smith smith-richards has made about himself, and he can't even contain himself he's so excited to bitch and gossip about this hack who's trying to show up his boyfriend like yes, simon, even if you weren't an orphan the mage still would have told everyone you were because it's too perfect and oh lady ruth, smith-richards also claims he was born under an eclipse. and then when (queen) lady ruth is like, "was he trying to convert you or get in your trousers?" baz just goes, "i mean" and happily eats half a finger sandwich