#and Baz is gorgeous ofc

[blackberrysummerblog]

WIP game: I'd love to know more about "Devotion, COC22 Day 13" or "Mordelia asks" (I'm always here for Mordelia content!)

Oooh, I have asks in my inbox! *unreasonable excitement* This is my first one, but there’s another ask about Devotion so I’ll talk about the Mordelia one here and Devotion separately. Thank you so much for asking!

So I actually thought it was something else when I read my half-assed title, because there’s a running bit in the fic where Mordelia keeps mistakenly framing the boys’ more innocent activities as ‘having sex’ and I figured this was one of those scenes. It isn’t! (Although that’s why Baz says what he does.) This is set a bit early in the fic and Baz and Simon are just settling into a kind of unwilling affection toward each other. Baz has known who Simon is for most of his life and has been secretly harboring feelings for him for about that long, and meanwhile Simon grew up not really knowing anything about Baz specifically, but he was aware that the Pitches were one of the Old Families that the Mage has turned him against. It’s never a very convincing antipathy on either side. Simon believes that the Crucible doesn’t make mistakes, and Baz is just uselessly smitten ofc.

Baz’s relationship with his siblings fascinates me in the books—he’s such a typical teenager with his family, making Mordelia leave his room and knock to come in again, telling her he’ll stop up the chimneys etc. At the same time we really get to see a soft, nurturing side of him with his young siblings—it’s unexpected and sweet, and I tried to play into it in this fic. There’s a number of scenes with Baz’s sibs and I loved writing all of them. The way he is with his sisters and brother helps Simon to see past the snark and antagonism.

I put a piece from the file under the cut. Hope you like it @aroace-genderfluid-sheep!

Snow turns around on the sofa and kicks his legs over the arm, letting his head drop into my lap like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t absolutely ruin me. He closes his eyes and sighs, resting against my right thigh so that I have nowhere to put my hand except on him. His chest? His forehead? I’m hovering somewhere over his heart when Mordelia bursts in, eyes wide, and all of a sudden I’m throwing my arm back over the couch in an awkward display of casual disinterest.

“We’re not having sex now, either,” I say acidly, but Mordelia takes no note of my tone. She crowds up on my left and tucks herself against my side. With a roll of my eyes, I drape my arm over her shoulders and tug gently at her hair. Her gaze is locked on Simon, and I can hardly blame her for that.

“He’s asleep,” she whispers loudly. “Do you love him soooo much, Basil?”

Fuck, yes. So, so much. But Snow isn’t asleep; I can hear his heartbeat and his breathing, which hitched at the question. “Hmmph,” I say, tweaking his nose. “Bit funny looking though, isn’t he?”

Simon’s arm sweeps up, knocking my hand away, but his mouth twitches in an unsuccessful attempt to hold back a smile. I cup his cheek in my palm, the pad of my thumb pressed against the upturned corner of his mouth. He's utterly gorgeous.

“Not that funny looking,” Mordelia allows, tilting her head. “He’s got pretty hair!”

My fingers trail up along the side of Snow’s face and into his hair, raking back through his curls so gently that he hisses in pleasure. “I like his wings,” I say absently, fixated on his face. “They’re pretty too, don’t you think?”

“Can he fly?”

I nod. “He certainly can,” I say.

Mordelia perks up. “Will you ask him to take me for a ride? Oh, please, Baz!”

“Only if he leaves you at the top of a tree,” I scoff. “Snow’s not a pony, brat.” I’m the only one he’s going to be giving rides to, I don’t say.

[heartylunalys]

Ahhh I saw you write for Austin so I was wondering if you could do one where it’s ofc a black reader but she was a very popular Nickelodeon actress and her and AUSTIN acted together but got separated for a bit but then they reunite during a new movie as they’re older and Austin’s just in awe with how she because as a actress and her she just got even prettier since they were kids?

Thank you for your request! I hope you’ll like it :)

this gif is making me feel all sort of things that I shouldn’t feel 

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genre: fluff

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warnings: slight anxiety

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Anyone passing by your trailer could hear you reread your lines while pacing. You were wrecked from stress, the idea of ruining the movie by failing was clouding your mind and making you feel like you could throw up at any moment. Elvis was a challenge for you and you were not planning on only playing your character, you were going to BE your character.

However, the stress didn’t only come from the pressure of failing, you were terrified at the idea of seeing Austin again after so long. You didn’t even know if he remembered you but you on the other hand you remembered him. You remembered the shy gazes on set when you still were kids, his red cheeks when you had to talk to each other and most importantly the huge crush you had on him. A crush that only worsened with the time. Now, you had the occasion to act once again with him, which felt like a blessing and a curse at the same time.

As you were beginning to rip your hair out from stress you heard a knock on your trailer’s door and understood that it was the moment to get ready to film. The person slowly opened the door.

“Hey Y/n, I’m sorry to bother you, you seem…busy,” the makeup artist chuckled, “ But we’re filming in 30 minutes so if you’re ready I can start your makeup.”

“Of course, let’s do this.” You slightly faked the excitement and followed the girl to the makeup trailer. In the end, it was a great moment of peace, being taken care of was very relaxing, you could loosen up a little bit and you were glad for it.

“And… it’s done!” The makeup artist announced with pride as you watched the 60’s makeup complimenting your features.

“Thank you so much.” You admired her work and then watched her in the mirror as you spoke.

“It’s my job.” She smiled while fixing your hair before letting you go on set as you were already dressed up.

When you arrived, Baz was already leading the extras and the technical team. You came to see him and remarked that he seemed satisfied to see that you were already perfectly ready. You followed his directions and once everyone was ready you began filming. It was exhausting as the perfectionism of Baz was showing but you were glad you could work with someone as talented as him.You didn’t have a lot of scenes with Austin, and today was one of the scenes without him which was somehow relieving.

“Perfect guys, let’s take a break.” Baz’s voice resonated on set and you sat on your chair, sipping your coffee and rehearsing your next lines.

“You were incredible, even incredible if I dare to say it.” The voice nearly made you jump and you looked at the boy next to you, not believing your eyes.

Austin was here, with a genuine smile on his face, looking at you with admiration, scanning every part of your outfit.

“Austin!” You exclaimed before he took your hands, lifting you from your chair to take you in his arms. “I could never imagine seeing you after so long.” You slightly laughed before taking a step back to look at the gorgeous boy. He was already in his Elvis costume, with his hair slicked back except for some strands that decorated his forehead, his blue eyes were perfectly complemented by the black liner under his eyes. “You were made for this role.” You simply stated.

“So were you.” He smirked before twirling you, making you laugh lightly. God, he liked your laugh, even younger he had always liked it, your smile, the joy radiating from you, it was making him feel crazy. He secretly bit his lips when he saw the way your dress flowed around you like a ballet dancer.

After that, Austin had to film some scenes and before you even knew it it was the end of the day.

“Can I take you out for dinner mama?” He said with a smirk, exaggerating his EIvis voice and accent to earn the right to hear your pretty laugh again.

“Well, if you insist, how can I refuse?”

Dinner with Austin was perfect. You chatted about the old times, remembering every little story from your childhood and pre-teens years, when the two of you would be so clumsy on camera because of your inexperience.

“I can’t believe we get to work together again.” He said as he looked at you, your pretty figure that he looked at on social media all those years when you were apart more than he liked to admit it. “You’re absolutely stunning y/n.” He breathed and it took you a little bit aback, not ready to hear him say something like that with such a voice.

“Thanks, you are stunning too.” You feigned confidence when in reality your nails were deep in the palm of your hand. Austin placed his hand on top of yours, slightly caressing it.

“Is everything alright?” He concernedly asked. The way his eyes searched for yours reassured you.

“Of course Austin.” You felt yourself relax from his touch and the rest of the night was spectacularly good: Austn was good, he was even great, he made you laugh and feel so appreciated and interesting. You understood why the younger you had such a crush on him.

Austin even insisted on walking you back to your Airbnb, which was very sweet considering what time it was and the fact that he had to start filming really early the next day.

“I’m really glad that we got to see each other again, I was really stressed you know.” You slightly chuckled and he smiled. He shyly entangled his fingers with yours and the warmness of his skin was unbelievably comforting.

“I’m so proud of you y/n, I always knew you were going to be an absolutely amazing actress and it was not only because of my huge crush on you.” You quickly turned your face to him, clearly surprised by his confession.

“You had a crush on me?” You asked completely dumbfounded, a smile on your face and Austin laughed kindheartedly, clearly amused by your reaction.

“Yes I did! You were so pretty, you still are, you’re even more pretty now.” The way your eyes widened made him laugh even more.

“But I was the one who had a crush on you!” You exclaimed and Austin looked at you.

“If only I weren’t such a shy kid I could have dated the most gorgeous woman I know then.” He smirked, waiting for your reaction. You heard in his voice the sincerity of his voice and you felt like you were drowning in his blue eyes. “Are we there?” he asked as you were finally in front of your building. That took you off of your reveries and you simply nodded before tapping the code of your building, your hand still in Austin’s one.

“I had a perfect night thanks to you y/n.” He smiled without letting go of your hand.

“I had a great time too, thank you Austin.” The two of you looked at each other, Austin completely lost in your beauty, admiring every aspect of you, the way you decided to style your curls tonight and the golden light of the street lights, how it was complimenting your skin and how your white shirt contrasted perfectly with your skin.

“Can I kiss you?” He almost whispered and you quickly nodded, feeling like you had waited for that the whole night.

He sweetly tasted your lips, slowly and sensually, fully enjoying the moment. You were so sweet to him and his movements were delicate almost as if he was afraid he would scare you away if he let his eagerness slip. The feeling of his tongue was like you were eating some kind of forbidden fruit. The kiss was so pure, filled with want of course, but mostly with the huge affection you had for each other. When Austin finally decided to make it end you felt like you had lost a part of yourself. You slightly bit your lips as you saw his reddened cheeks that were making him much less intimidating and a lot more adorable.

“Sleep well.” He simply said as he kissed your forehead.

“You too,” You smiled before adding, “Please, text me when you get home, I want to be sure you arrived safely.”

Austin’s mouth escaped a chuckle at your concern and cuteness before nodding. “I will, don’t worry.”

You couldn’t help yourself when you suddenly crashed your lips on his before quickly running up the stairs to escape his remark on your kiss, already impatient to receive his text and to see him on set tomorrow.

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published the 29/08/2022

[tangirlisfangirl]

i mean, if you want to write the plane thing

by all means, go ahead

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thistimecanyouincludehawkthoughifyouwouldn'tmind

oml im sorry!! i completely forgot about hawk that so fuckin disrespectful of me holy crap—

anyway as we all know, flying is, though more luxurious and efficient, a LOT more stressful than driving, and theres a lot of rushing and running around and screaming in the dorms the morning of, iida and bakugo (and more politely sero and eijiro) chastising the rest of us for not packing the day before as we hurry to get ready and make it in time, but we always manage to get through tsa and such with spare time, though mina and i forgot we have to take our shoes off and didnt wear socks 😔✊ i like to think shoto and eiji would volunteer to carry me across and itd embarrass tf out of me but i wouldnt say no either, eijiro would carry mina platonically cause hes nice like that and theyre close lol ANYWAY kaminari would def take forever cause hes always forgetting something and having to go back and forth and itd crack baz up, honestly i wouldnt be surprised if hawk got in trouble with the airport police for being aggressive hgjdgfksbfj—

ANYWAY we finally get past and are waiting for the flight, everyone immediately wants to go eat after all that (probably not you but you end up eating because of everyone else, esp cause shinso makes you feel better about it and its just good for you nwn) eijiro, iida, and hawk def get something big and filling to last them the flight, shoto gets his beloved noodles and a couple extra snacks, i get something sweet or maybe drag baz to get smoothies, izuku and bakugo stock up on healthy snacks and comfort items like neck pillows or masks or earplugs or whatever cause bitches always gotta be doin the most and stay prepped 👅, im tired of talking about before the flight but as a last note us girls also go shopping for trinkets and potential clothes in the little shops posted all around, ofc taking our gorgeous bank of half n half with us 💖

im actually really sensitive to pressure changes so i immediately get to chewing my gum and listening to my music, sitting in between my boys to give me comfort until were off the ground (shoto has the window seat obvi), behind us youre in the middle of your two purple and mohawk haired men soothing your own anxieties, across us bakugo is in the aisle, which mayve been a bad idea since he keeps getting brushed by, but someone needs to keep basil and kaminari over there from causing some sort of ruckus or fuckin findin a way to open the window and kill everyone 😭🤚🏼 mina shares her buds with ochako since she cant afford a decent library to tide her over while izuku chats to iida the whole way, we often end up yelling to each other across the aisle and disturbing anyone anyway lmfao but its still a fun ass flight!!

[basilgrimbitch]

Day Two: Swap

Normal high school AU where Baz is new to Simon’s English class but Penny is the one that gets assigned a seat next to Baz. Aka English nerds in love.

Words: 3457

Note: this is unedited and super rushed but its something!

No warnings apart from a lot of swearing. Enjoy!

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SIMON

“Alright so I posted the seating plan on the class page, did everyone get a chance to see it?”

While everyone scrambles to look at their laptops, I’ve already seen Ms. Possibelf’s seating plan and can I just say… What. The. Fuck. She’s sat me across the room from Penny (honestly fair since we never get any work done) next to some random girl named Trixie; she seems nice enough but so bloody boring. How am I supposed to make it through a whole year of English without Penny? I can hear the complaints layering up in the tiny classroom and I can see the teacher ignoring every single one of them. I don’t think I’ll bother asking for a change. Though, maybe she’ll listen to Penny?

I nudge Penny’s arm, I guess she’s already seen the seating plan too because she makes no effort to look at her laptop and moves towards her assigned seat.

“Surely the fuck not?” I don’t bother whispering.

“I think you mean surely the fuck yes. I’m not failing this semester because you want to tell me a gross story about your arms smelling like Cheetos mid class.” I’m smirking and she looks like she’ll bite my head off. That makes me smile more.

“That was once!”

“It still happened, and I’d rather hear about your smelly limbs at lunch time - or better yet, never.”

We’re cut off by Ms. Possibelf starting the class, or at least trying to.

“You should’ve all written a draft of your persuasive orals over the holidays, now you must refine them and prepare a final copy. These will be presented in two days.”

Okay as much as I’m a clown in English, I’m actually decent at it. I’ve already written and edited my script, so I really have nothing to do. I sit in my seat and glance at Penny, it looks like she’s done too. I’m fairly sure she’s playing fire boy and water girl, she’s playing both parts (because I’m not there) and she’s taking up the entire table, her desk mate looks so uncomfortable squashed into a corner. Who is he, by the way? The name on the roll was Tyrannus, what the fuck kind of name is that? So pretentious.

I open up Instagram on my laptop and text Penny.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Simon Snow [10:04]: who is heeeeeee

Penelope Bunce [10:04]: who?

Simon Snow [10:04]: the guy ur sat next to whats his name?????

Penelope Bunce [10:05]: got a bit of crush huh :0

Simon Snow [10:05]: oh fk off I haven’t even seen his face,,, whats his name??

Penelope Bunce [10:06]: he said to call him baz

Simon Snow [10:07]: hmm weird but cool name

Simon Snow [10:07]: what schools he frm?

Penelope Bunce [10:07]: idk do ur work Si

Penny stops typing, she looks me in the eyes then turns to speak to Baz, shutting her laptop. That’s such an odd name, right?

They talk, she’s laughing, he’s just sitting there so composed. He doesn’t look bored exactly, just that he’s better than seeming overly excited. Dickhead it is then.

Even though I think I’ve already decided I hate him, I don’t stop looking at them. He’s got long hair, its black and loose just above his shoulder, his skin is this gorgeous caramel that doesn’t need tanning and his eyes, they’re so grey a mix of green and blue I think and – fuck. We’re making eye-contact, not in like oh oops, more like oh shit why is this guy staring at me. He must think I’m a fucking creep. Shit.

It’s not like I care though, he probably thinks he’s better than everyone in this room anyway. But he’s just smiling at me? Fuck that’s a good smile. I think I’m smiling back, I can’t help it. He turns back to speak to Penny, they seem like they’re in deep discussion about something, I wonder what? And suddenly, I catch myself wishing I was her. Um, what?

The rest of the period flies by. Too quick, I think, not that I need more time to work, I just kind of wish… whatever.

Penny, as per bloody usual, is taking her precious time packing her stuff away. I walk up to her table, hyper aware of Baz’s presence there,

“Planning on leaving anytime soon?” I ask, trying to seem as nonchalant as can be, but my eyes keep glancing to him. I think Penny must’ve picked up on it because then she says, all smug,

“But then you wouldn’t get to meet Baz,” she gestures to Baz, who’s raising his eyebrow and smiling a little against his better judgement I think, then she gestures to me and then back again, “Baz, Simon. Simon, Baz. There we go.” He’s full on smiling now. Fuck, how can someone be so pretty?

“So nice to meet you, I’m Baz Pitch.” He puts his hand out for me to shake it – that’s so proper. I’m not even convinced he’s 17. He’s so calm and put together, these are not words you use to describe a 17 year old guy.

“H-hey, yeah, Simon.” Of course, I trip over my words, I’ve always struggled with that but I’m also really fucking nervous for some reason.

“Do you wanna have lunch with us, Baz?” Penny’s throwing her bag over her shoulder, looking at me like she knows what she’s doing to me and then back to Baz with genuine eyes. Penny doesn’t usually get on with people like that, that’s why we’ve been friends for so long, she really doesn’t have other options (not like I do either).

“That’d be nice.” He says, the corner of his mouth inching up, giving his cool exterior away. He’s not a pretentious git, is he? He’s just a boy on his first day of school; that’s fucking daunting.

We walk out the classroom – finally – and Baz starts telling us about himself and his old school. Mainly just answering Penny’s questions. Does he have siblings? Yeah, four half siblings. How come he moved schools? dad moves a lot for business. Oh, is he going to be moving again? Probably not until after high school, by then I could move out anyway.

I’m not usually this quiet. Usually I’m more social than Penny. I don’t know what’s come over me, I wish I could be her right now.

Lunch happens, Baz doesn’t really eat. Not like I was watching him. Well he was sat right in front of me and I just noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. Surely that’s normal.

I finally ask Baz what other classes he’s taking; other than English we don’t share any classes and then I let myself say, “that sucks.” But only because its normal, its not flirting. You can want a friend to be in your class. Penny still looks at me anyway.

But then he says, “I’ll just have to look forward to English,” and my heart melts.

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I try not to think about Baz right now, in bed, but I am anyway, and I remember him telling me his full name; so naturally I’m suddenly typing it into the Instagram search bar. Aha! He’s not on private, thank the gods of social media.

I start scrolling through his feed, careful not to tap anything of course. There are a few photos of him alone, they’re gorgeous; he dresses so nice. Penny says I can’t dress myself. In one photo from a month ago he’s in this incredible suit, taking a mirror selfie in a bathroom that looks nicer than my whole house. His hair is slicked back (I think I prefer it loose – still so bloody fit though) and his cheekbones are so defined, he’s got that same face he had when we first met today – eyebrows raised, little bit a smirk, beautiful eyes.

I scroll down to the next photo, this one is different. It’s not a hot mirror selfie, its him carrying a little girl – his little sister? – on his shoulders looking up at her with a smile, a real big smile. He’s dressed a bit more casual too, still nicer than anything I own though it’s just jeans and a black button down. I keep coming back to the jeans. How can someone look so good in jeans?

I scroll through a few more photos, some with friends, some more of just him and a few of books he’s reading or places he’s visited. I feel like I know him a little bit better now – less in a stalkerish way more in a… well I can’t think of the write word. I can never think of the write word.

My phone vibrates all of a sudden and I literally drop my phone, so I don’t accidently like anything.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [23:13]: up thinking bout prince charming?

Simon Snow [23:14]: shut up

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: don’t blame u he’s v cute.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: And smart.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: you have my blessing

Simon Snow [23:15]: bugger off,, as if he’s even into guys

Simon Snow [23:15]: I was literally such an idiot today he probs doesn’t even wanna be my friend

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: AHA SO U ADMIT IT

Simon Snow [23:16]: did I even have to

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: ofc not. For what its worth I think u have a shot.

Simon Snow [23:17]: sureeeee

Simon Snow [23:17]: fuckkkkk im gonna be so dead tomorrow,, gn love u

I turn my phone off, pull my glasses off chucking them somewhere I probably won’t find them tomorrow and roll over to fall asleep.

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We’ve got English first period today. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited for English, but then I remember I don’t even get to sit next to him.

I walk into class and he’s already in there, we make eye-contact – way less awkward than yesterday – and he gives me a nod. Its friendly, it’s nice, it’s already a bit familiar. I give him a little wave with my right hand below the books I’m carrying but then I’m nearly dropping then, and my laptop starts sliding through my arms. It’s a shit show and it’s too early in the morning to embarrass myself, but I don’t get a say do I? As a say good bye to my laptop that is threatening to smash in the ground any second now – and any possibility for anything with Baz – I hear a chair scraping at the floor then not being pushed in. Suddenly, Baz’s hand is on my shoulder; the other grabbing my laptop that’s basically just resting on my belt buckle at this point. I beg myself not to blush, not now.

Baz is laughing. We’ve – he’s – saved my laptop and now he’s carrying it and my books; he insisted I was not to be trusted.

“Alright, special delivery all the way to your seat. You sure you’re okay Snow?” He’s using my last name because he thinks it’s ‘such a waste to not make use of such an iconic surname’. I like the way it sounds on his lips. I think I just like his lips and anything after is automatically perfect. Perfect.

He taps my shoulder, “you okay there?”

“Huh? Yeah yeah, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep very much last night.” That’s not a lie.

Baz nods and says he’s gonna go get started on the work, I watch him walk away. The school trousers, they’re no jeans but he looks good in everything.

I try to do some work, making cue cards for my presentation, but I keep letting myself look over to Baz. Penny just caught me and stuck her tongue out.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:31]: ur staring

Simon Snow [08:32]: am not,, go away

I go back to working on my cue cards after making a show of shutting my laptop in front of Penny. I get through two more cards before I see a pair of shoes approaching my table. I look up and sure enough its prince charming – I mean Baz. He clears his throat and says,

“I hear you’re good at English”

“There’s no way Penny said that,” I laugh.

“True, she said ‘he thinks he’s better than everyone else.’ But I take it for good reason.” He smiles while doing air quotes, I smile back at him because I can’t help myself.

“Well, I definitely don’t suck.”

“Good. Do you mind reading over my script, please? I feel like it needs a little bit of editing.” He hands over his laptop, “don’t drop this one okay?” he chuckles.

I honestly don’t know how to act around him. I’m the epitome of those ‘act normal’ memes. He hands me his laptop and I start reading. His presentation is on single use plastics and it is so well written, he definitely doesn’t need my help. My neck is getting warm and I hope I’m not blushing at a script on environmentalism just because it was written by a hot guy. That’s pathetic.

But he’s not just a hot guy, is he? He’s smart – so smart – and he’s so kind even if you wouldn’t think so; when he helped me with my books today, I couldn’t help but think back to that photo of him with his sister, so much warmth and kindness expertly hidden under a cool and calm facade. I get to the end of his conclusion and look up in awe but he’s standing just behind me leaning forward waiting for my response. That explains the warmth I was feeling.

Baz doesn’t seem like the kind that would ever doubt himself but if you could see him now, you’d think he cared about what everyone thought about everything; and maybe he does, maybe he just hides it really well.

“Baz.” I make eye-contact with him, finally on purpose, “this… its incredible. I don’t even know why you’d ask for feedback. Your arguments are excellent, and your use of inductive reasoning is really fitting.”

His face lights up, a kind of innocent smile creeps up on his face and for the first time I think I want to kiss him. But even more so, I want to be responsible for more of those smiles. “Really?”

“It’s perfect.”

I look away because I don’t want him to see me blush. Penny is looking straight at us, she gives me one of her reassuring smiles.

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It’s been two weeks of school; all my classes suck but it’s our last year and soon enough we’ll miss it. At least that’s what Penny keeps saying, Baz agrees with her.

Baz has been spending more time with us; we hang out at lunch time, he’s joined us for frozen cokes a few times in the past few hot days. It’s nice. I can actually talk to him now too.

He’s so smart, smarter than I had thought. He’s not just academically smart, he knows more than just surface level knowledge. Yesterday, on our walk to English he was talking about some article he read on the relationship between sleep deprivation and blood alcohol concentration just for fun. Though its nerdy and just a bit lame, the way his eyes light up when he talks about things he cares about, I’d listen to the summary of a thousand dumb articles to see that again.

Right now, Baz isn’t here though, and all my brain can do is think about him.

“Pennyyyy!” she’s lying on my bed while I do my art homework on the floor, she always comes home with me on Tuesdays, I don’t know when that started.

“Si, I already said no like three times.”

“Why not? Do you not love me?” I asked her to swap seats with me in English. I just wanna sit next to Baz, I can say I need extra help or something.

“I love you of course but I don’t want Baz to think I’m avoiding him, and I certainly don’t want Ms. P to fail me for disobeying her one rule.”

“Just please.” I give her my best puppy eyes and pouty face, “I fink I’m in wuv,” I say mockingly. She

throws an old stuffed toy in my face. I guess that’s a no.

______  

The next day I see Baz at the school gates, he’s holding a cup of coffee and his hair is up in a bun today. Flawless.

“Fancy seeing you here,” how can he look so perfect at eight in the morning. I don’t even feel awake yet.

Baz bumps my shoulder with his and we start walking to our lockers. We talk about the English reading we were set, we’re reading Lord of the Flies and Baz is going on about how he and Penny think the book would be drastically different if it had female characters.

“Golding said he didn’t add girls to avoid sex being a subject.” I say, and Baz just looks at me with his eyebrow raised. I call this the signature Baz look now.

“Oh, come on, as if every single kid on that island was straight.” I choke on nothing for a second. Baz and I have never talked about relationships or sex or sexuality. It’s not really a matter of discussion I guess but hearing him acknowledge the idea of guys being together, I don’t know, it gives me hope. That makes no sense obviously, he’s taking about characters from an English novel not himself and really its more an act of Baz’s resistance than it is a nod to gay rights or whatever. But, still, it gives me hope.

“True,” is all I manage to get out.

We get to English extra early after home room, and I start making my way to my seat. Ever since Baz started hanging out with us outside of class, English is back to being plain and boring, nothing special. So, with my shoulders slumped I mutter a goodbye to Baz as I walk to opposite way to my seat but then I feel something on my hand. Oh my god, its his hand. Its Baz’s hand. On my hand. Pulling me towards him. Its not especially romantic or anything. But its something!

“Hey! Swap seats with Penny, come sit next to me today,” surely this is a dream, I must’ve hit my head. “I need your uhhh help with the essay.” Baz doesn’t help, he just discussed key themes of the novel for breakfast. I feel it again, lingering in my chest, hope. “It’s okay if you don’t want to…” he says a bit quieter now, trying to seem as cool as possible. How Baz of him. Fuck I still haven’t said anything.

“What no no, I want to. I’m just not sure what Ms. Possibelf will say; or worse, Penny.” He pulls at my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“What? Scared Snow?”

“We’re not in Harry Potter, Baz.”

“True. I’m wayyy better looking than Draco Malfoy and you wouldn’t be a very good chosen one. The worst chosen one who’s ever been chosen.”

I hear myself saying, “what so I’m not more better looking than Harry Potter?” Is this flirting? He squeezes my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“You needed me to point that out? I thought it was a given. You’re well fit, Simon.” Simon. Hope.

I hum in response and with one final tug at my hand, he lets it go. I follow him (I’d follow him anywhere).

“Sit, I won’t bite,” He grins at me.

“Yeah but Penny will,” she better not ruin this for me. For us. I sit next to Baz and we start working on our essays. He doesn’t ask for help once.

Penny walks into class, glances at her seat, sees us and walks to my – her – seat next to Trixie.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:14]: u win. Enjoy!

I can’t tell if that’s sarcastic or not.

Baz notices I’ve changed my window to Instagram DMs and nudges me, “how come you don’t follow me?”

“Huh, I don’t know? What’s your user name?” As if I don’t know.

Baz grabs my laptop, “I’ll just type it in.” I let him because I’m lazy and I like watching him type but then he clicks on the search bar and has the biggest grin on his face. Fuck. He can see my search history, “looks like you already know it.” How could I forget about that?

I must look mortified because he places his hand on mine. Second time today. “It’s all good. I already have yours too.”

Hope.

[nox-scrie]

Liking Her Is Much Nicer Than Hating Her, Anyway

Okay so I know it’s the 27th now and I kind of forgot that Carry On Countdown even existed (I’m sorry) but I want to try to write everyday this year!! And This Is A Thing That I’m Really Proud Of, which I wrote in like two hours and it has some nice things happening.

Carry On Countdown: Day 2, Role Swap

Description: Penny, The Chosen One, shares a dorm room with Agatha, the perfect girl who (Penny is certain of it!) is secretly a vampire. In the last year of Watford, Penny will try uncovering her roommate’s secrets, but she may not like what she finds out.

Setting: Last year of school, The Humdrum does not exist, they’re all 18 so it’s legal to drink thanks UK, Baz has never been turned into a vampire and he is in a relationship with Simon, aaand Penny can contain her power.

Ships: Penny×Agatha (I’m not sure what’s their ship name) and Snowbaz ofc

Words: 3.8 k

Status: SFW (with some mentions of making out and the sudden appearance of A Bra!!!) and UNCORRECTED A LOT OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES I THINK GL READING IT

The feeling of dread started in her heart before she even opened her eyes. Once again she cursed her life, she cursed her mother for not stepping up and doing something about her idiotic roommate, she cursed her life and her existence and how unlucky she was. For now, a morning like any other.

As she opened her eyes, she was staring straight ahead at Agatha’s gorgeous, blonde hair and scoffed. She was snoring lightly, but even that seemed perfect when she did it. Agatha Wellbelove, as beautiful as she was cold, her worst enemy and the person that fueled her with rage everyday.

As if sensing her thoughts, Agatha turned around and faced her, lips chapped and slightly parted, her hair a yellow flag spread on the pillow. She was annoyingly beautiful and she knew it.

“Well good morning to you too, Bunce. Enjoying the view?” she asked, her voice husky, but somehow still mocking.

Penelope Bunce snatched the pillow from below her head and threw it at her, hitting Agatha right in the face. The little “oof” sound she made was totally worth the pain she felt, ten times worse, because the stupid anathema about not hitting your roommate extended to pillow fights too.

“I’m enjoying it better now.” she said to Agatha’s red, furious face.

Before she could retort, Penny got out of bed and right in their shared bathroom, hopping in the shower.

You would think that by being the Chosen One, The Saviour of the Mage World, Penny had a saying in who got to be her roommate. It wasn’t that Agatha wad necessarily a bad roommate, it was quite the opposite: her part of the room was annoyingly clean, all her papers in separate binders and potions stacked by color in magicked shelves. Penny was a disaster compared to her: her notebooks were stacked on the floor rather than on her desk, which was occupied by half-drinken green teas and more empty cups of coffee than she would like to admit, and her blankets were basically just piles of clothes forgotten to be arranged in her dresser. That’s how Penny grew up, in a house too small to fit so many people, in a head too small to fit so many ideas, in a body too fragile to handle all her magic.

But no, Agatha’s neatness was not what made Penny hate her: it was the fact that she was a vampire that did the trick. Penny was certain of it; what kind of roommate would just go out and about each and every night, come back with a flash against her normally paper-white skin, and sneak soundlessly in bed? She was hiding something, and Penny was hellbent to find the secret out.

When she got out of the shower Agatha was in a skirt and her bra; it was a really nice one too, pastel pink that made her pale skin seem almost transparent. Her skirt was high-waisted, a deep green which contrasted amazingly with her hair…

Agatha raised an eyebrow and only then did Penny realize that she was staring. She tightened her towel around herself, grabbed her uniform where it was hanged on her dresser and she rushed back into the bathroom, her heart racing.

A great start of a day that could only get worse.

***

“This day is amazing!”

Simon Snow, her best friend, dumb as night but in an endearing way, sat across from her, shoving piece after piece of scones in his mouth. Baz Pitch sat next to him, a slightly concerned yet stupidly in love expression on his face.

“Baz woke up with his hair all messed up, it was so funny I almost had a breakdown laughing.”

The dark-haired man scoffed; that was an expression Penny was more aquianted to. Simon has been Penny’s friend since day one: he was the kind and she was the cunning and together they made the greatest team in school. He used to live with a pixie in his dormroom, but since he got in a relationship with Baz they moved in in the same room: it was that easy. Penny slightly despised them for it.

“It was not that messed up. And if it was, there’s only you to blame. Yesterday night was-”

“None of my business!” Penny shouted from across the table, her hands covering her ears and looking at the increasingly red face of Simon and the mockingly satisfied one of Baz.

Baz was hard to let in, all shadows and dark mysteries. As she had grown more accustomed to how his expression softened around Simon, though, she found it impossible to see how she thought he was bad for them at first. They started having a pace in the year they have Snowbaz was a real thing: Penny was the power, Baz was the mind, Simon was the action. They were perfect for each other, like the pieces of a puzzle thrown apart a long time ago and reunited now.

That was the moment Agatha Fucking Wellbelove entered the cafeteria. Penny rolling her eyes was almost instinct now, and Simon didn’t even bother to turn away from his scones to watch her entrance, surrounded by her not-as-beautiful-but-still-annyoingly-pretty friends. Baz had turned, though, and then looked over to Penny, a curious expression on his face.

“Did she do anything this morning?”

The image of Agatha’s bra flew across Penny’s mind, but she shook her head in denial. Now was not the time to have such thoughts, and what even were these thoughts? Penny needed a tea. Scrap that, she needed her ring, a galoon of coffee and a direct target to her forehead.

“Just existed.”

“Oh, that’s just the wooorst.” Baz mocked, and his straight teeth flashed in a smile that made his skin look darker than usual.

“Should we discuss how you throwed Simon down a flight of stairs because you couldn’t handle your feelings for him, Pitch? Because I am so ready.”

“Oh, so your feelings for Wellbelove as the same as mine for Simon?” he teased back, and Penny retracted.

“You told me that was an accident!” Simon registered the conversation they were having a few moments too late, and he turned his head to Baz, his voice a few tones higher.

“Sure it was. I would never do anything to harm you, my love, no matter how great my gay denial was, or how your lovely bronze curls made me want to commit murder.” Baz said sweetly, flickering Penny a look.

She barely contained her laughter, until she sensed a presence behind her. Already touching her ring, she turned, and saw Agatha standing behind her. There was no tray in her skinny hands, and with the sun shining from behind her, she was no different than an angel.

“Bunce.” she said, her tone imperious, but Penny could only think of her voice this morning, all raspy and almost sad.

“Wellbelove. What can I do for you, and should I get ring ready?”

“As eager as she is beautiful.” she said, a mock in her tone that made Penny scrunch up her forehead. “I was wondering if I will see you at the Fest this evening.”

“What for, so you can feed me to himera?” Penny said, doubt in her voice.

“I don’t pull the same stunt twice.” Agatha shrugged. “Maybe I will ask you for a dance. You’ll see if you come.”

And then she just left. Penny stared dumbfoundedly in the space she occupied just a moment ago, and as she turned to the boys on the other side of the table they were looking at her with wide eyes.

“When did that happen?” Baz asked, and Simon had his mouth hanging open, a piece of scone glued to the the side of his mouth. Penny wanted to reach over to bat it away, but Simon started speaking before she had the chance.

“Yeah, Penny, what? Why didn’t you tell me that you and Agatha were a thing?”

The shriek that came from Penny’s throat was not human. “Excuse you?” she half-shouted.

Simon rolled his eyes, and the crumb fell in his lap. Baz absently picked it up and ate it.

“I may be dumb.” he frowned. “ I am dumb. But even I could pick up the hearts and rainbows in her eyes.”

“True. She always gave me lesbian-vibes but I’ve always thought that it was because of her color pallete. Oh, Crowley, Penny! She can teach you how to dress properly! This is the best day of my life.”

“No. What? NO. Guys. Agatha and I are NOT a couple. She despises me! She tried feeding me to a hungry chimera! She is always mocking me! AND she is a vampire!”

Baz only listened to half of what she said before he started piling up mashed potatoes on top of each other to resemble a very bad flight of stairs, and he placed two mini-tomatoes on top. He stared right into her eyes as one tomato pushed the other down. Penny swallowed and sent him a whitering look.

“I think vampires are pretty hot.” Simon said after a moment, unaware of what his boyfriend just confessed next to him. Baz sent him a glare. “Not hoter than you, of course, darling. But just saying, if you were to wear some fake fangs for the Fest this evening that… would be pretty wicked.”

Simon and Baz started staring at each other as if they shared a world in which nobody but them was allowed. Penny could respect that; she and Simon had a similar relationship sometimes, and her and Baz were starting to get there too, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t make a gag noise.

“You guys are the worst; I’m trying to eat here.” Penny said, but she was smiling.

For a moment she wondered if she could ever find a love like that too, and she turned her glance back, where Agatha stayed a few tables off. She was looking at her when Penny turned her head, but she didn’t break eye contact, only slightly turned her head to the side.

Penny started focusing on her food once again, but she knew she was not able to eat anymore, nervousness creeping into her stomach. If there was a chance for her to find that love, Wellbelove was sure to crush it in high-heeled shoes before she even aknowledged it.

***

Being the chosen one was hard as it was: Penny had a great power in her, so great that she almost didn’t manage to content, and she fought side by side with Simon, and now with Baz, everytime a new threat appeared. But being the daughter of the headmaster of the school of magic she was attending; it was harder.

She got much less privilages than one would expect, her mother standing tall and cold each time Penny came by her office to complain about the fact that Agatha was a vampire (“I will believe you when you bring me proof”) and that she wanted to kill her (“Nobody knew about the chimera, Penny. And you had that solved in the end, right? That’s what is important.”).

So, being the headmaster’s daughter, Penny was approximately obliged to attend each school event. It wasn’t something that usually bothered her: she could hang with her friends, eat as many marshmallows her heart desired and drink dandelion wine near her teachers without shame.

Tonight was different though: as she stared in the mirror and examined her costume, a traditional sari from her mother, she was feeling like something will happen. It was probably Agatha, who got a bag from her dorm this afternoon, promptly ignoring her, and never came back, and her stupid question.

Sighing, Penny checked if her hair was in place and stepped out of the bathroom, right when there was a knock in the door. Baz was on the other side, wearing black pants and a white shirt, showing his caramel-like chest, and a pair of fangs popping out of his mouth.

“It was that easy?” she asked, laughing.

“Shut up, Bunce.” he said, but it sounded more like “thatp banth”.

He extended an arm, and Penny realized that he was wearing a red-and-black cape too. It was ridiculous; there was no such a thing as an Egyptian vampire, but Penny was living for it.

They made their way in the courtyard, chatting about classes and teachers, mocking them and making slightly off impressions to make the other laugh (especially Penny, because she could barely understand him). Their friendship was easy like that, and Penny would lie if she said that she wasn’t grateful for it.

As they got to the party, Simon appeared out of nowhere, a pair of red, cartoonish wings and a demon tail, forked at the tip, as his Fest costume. There was no protocole for the Festivals, but dressing up was recommended: especially now, near the Halloween-season in the Normal’s world, many students decided to dress up, and it was pretty funny to see all of them putting effort in looking good for this one night.

When Simon saw Baz, his eyes widened comically and he pulled him down with a hand on his shirt for a kiss. Penny realized that it was a surprise for Simon, and smiled fondly, leavinf the two of them alone.

She made her way to the drinks table and poured herself a glass of wine, choosing a piece of pumpkin pie from a nearby desert table. The fire in the middle of the field was so high it was almost touching the sky, and Penny watched the flames dance with longing, to be so full of joy and passion, to live like that.

Agatha made her way towards her from the bonfire in an angel costume that was barely even there on her: she had a white glowing-stick halo, and a short, skin-tight dress. She was swaying slightly as she reached Penny, and started giggling.

Crowley, this will end in flames, won’t it?

“Are you drunk, Wellbelove?” Penny asked, and Agatha just snickered.

“As a kite! Wait, no, that’s high. I may be that too for all I know! The wine is amazing.”

Penelope looked down at her untouched glass and placed it back down on the table. Agatha’s brown eyes followed her, and a smile crept across her lips.

“Fair enough.” she said, but she wasn’t leaving, staring right at Penny instead.

“What do you want, Agatha?” Penny shook her head, breaking eye contact in the end.

“I want to talk to you, in fact. Come with me?” she extended a hand, but Penny batted it away.

“I’ll pass. Last time we went to talk, the chimera had more to say than you.”

“Please, Penny. Crowley, you’re so awful sometimes.” she shook her head, and looked across the field. “Oi! Baz! Come over here.”

Baz and Simon, who were making out against a tree, looked at each other, but made their way over them after a second. Agatha waited until they were a few feet away, and took out her wand from her knee-high boot, handing it over to Baz.

“Hold on to this while I chat with Penny for a couple o'minutes. Will you?”

Baz looked at Agatha for an intense second, then turned his eyes to Penny, a silent question in his look. Simon was not that subtle.

“I hope you know that if you hurt my best friend, I will end you. I will make you hate life so much you will regret that your great-great-great-grandfather was born and gave birth to all the other people before you.”

“That’s why I gave Baz my wand, Simon Sword-for-brain. Now, Penny, will you?”

Penny looked over to Baz’s hand, which held Agatha’s wand, and nodded, following the blonde in the forest. They didn’t go deep, just far enough for the chatter to be muffled but the flames to still lighten up the night. From her other boot, Agatha extracted a pack of cigarettes, and mumbled something that made it light up.

“You just casted a spell without a wand.” Penny was almost shaking with curiosity. “How… wow. That was so cool.”

Agatha shrugged with a shoulder and took a drag, extending it to Penny afterwards. Penny shook her head no, but she wasn’t sure what was she saying no to: the cigarette, the fact that she was smoking, that it wasn’t allowed to smoke on schoolgrounds or that she was able to cast a fire-spell without a wand, putting her in direct danger.

Before she expressed any opinion, though, Agatha started talking, the cigarette seemingly sobering her up, and Penny listened for once. Maybe it was because of the night, or Agatha’s dress, or the fire or how lonely she was, but in that moment Penny wanted to know what she had to say.

“My father hates me, you know.” she said, and then she laughed after a moment. “No, of course you don’t, sorry. Stupid question. He hates me, because he thinks… that my mother died because of me.”

Silence was a cloak over them; Penny watched the cigarette almost burnt to the filter, and just as it was dying Agatha took a last, long drag.

“There was a fire at Watford sometime ago.”

“Yeah.” Penny said, before she could stop. “More than ten years ago. A lot of victims. A vampire attack.”

“That’s right.” Agatha nodded, seemingly satisfied. “The infirmery was the place where the attack was held; I remember it in flashes: the white walls, with pink roses, the toys with missing parts and the cribs, wooden and so easy to burn.”

After a pause, Penny registred the true meaning of her words, and she took a step back. Agatha looked like she wanted to smile, but a sad expression was now hunting her face.

“Wait. You were there?” she asked, her voice little, Agatha farther away than she has ever been.

“I was. So was my mum. So were a dozen other children. They killed her right in front of me… and only because I was dumb enough to think that a rotten piece of a crib can do them any harm. She stepped in front of me, and he bit her. She was alive, Penny. She was alive when she looked at me, and sat herself on fire.”

She shook another stick in her palm, but her fingers were trembling too much to hold it properly. Penny didn’t think before taking a step forward and placing it between Agatha’s lips, concentrating her magic in her pointing ring, at the cigarette.

“Light'em up.” casted Penny.

Agatha looked at her, and her eyes were flames too as the tip of the cigarette caught fire. She took a drag, looked down, and back at Penny, inhaling sharply. Penny took a step back.

“She wa bond to become a vampire, but she chose suicide over that fate. She chose suicide over being a m-monster.” Penny thought Agatha might start crying, but her eyes remained dry. “Some of us were not so brave. I was not so brave.”

Penny looked at her, at her pale skin, at her skinny figers from around the cigarette and her haunted expression, and took the stick from between her lips. She took a drag, caught it inside her lungs and breathed out, feeling dizzy and out of this world. Penny smoked before, when she was 14 and she snatched a pack from her older brother, she coughed again and again, but didn’t stop doing it until she could make a circle out of smoke.

“You could have asked me for one for yourself.” Agatha mumbled, but she watched Penny silent after the purple-haired girl raised a finger to her face.

“Don’t. Let me think, Agatha.”

Agatha rasided an eyebrow, but watched silently as Penny finished the cigarette, because fuck the rules, Wellbelove just told her she is a vampire!

“Why?” asked Penny, despair in her voice. “Why now, why me, why?”

Shifting her focus to the party, Agatha took a little until she found the good response. Penny was so close to pointing the ring at her and casting a spell, anything, to make her talk, that she had to catch her ringed-hand with the other.

“I will leave school.” she said it so simply, just like she would say that the sun was hot or that Penny was a mess.

“What?” Penny realized how dumb she must sound, so she tried another word. “Why?” that was not better, but Agatha didn’t seem to mind the continuous scurt-circuit her mind was having, because she lit another cigarette wordlessly.

“I’m not powerful enough to be here; or at least that’s what my teachers say. I will leave and go to America, maybe Cali, the beaches are just the sweetest-”

“No. Agatha… you’re my roommate. You can’t leave, not with less than a year left of school.

"Pft. Like you would mind. You would have killed me yourself if it wasn’t for the Anathema, Bunce, and we both know it.”

“That’s- not. That’s not how it is… you are so powerful, you can even cast without a wand…”

“And you are the Chosen One. The thing is, nobody knows how powerful I might be, because I don’t show them? Why should I? They will kill me anyway if they ever found out that I was a vampire.”

Hearing her say it made Penny realize that it was all real, the way she rolled her stupidly pretty mouth around the word, how it sounded bitter and full of hate… and then Penny realized.

“You are flamable! Agatha, you can’t smoke! Holy Snakes, what if you die?”

Agatha pointedly took another long drag. “Doesn’t seem like it to me. If it was this easy as if lighting up a stick, then I would have done it much, much earlier. This way you wouldn’t have had to deal with me, right? The roommate whom you despise with all your heart and-”

The cigaretteflew out of her hand with a gesture from the chosen one, and Penny kissed her. It was awkward, because Agatha was much taller than Penny, and she had these stupid heels on and-

Agatha dragged her close, her slender hands embracing her waist. Penny sighed against her lips, and her mind was a white noise because she only ever wanted for her roommate to shut up, and she couldn’t, and she kept saying these stupid, stupid things so Penny had to do it.

They kissed for a long time, but Penny needed to breath, and took a step back. Agatha was staring at her wide-eyed and wad looking like a doe caught in the headlights, and for a reason she didn’t know, Penny started laughing.

It was all so dumb! In one day, her whole life was changed, and it was all because of a pink bra and a campfire. Agatha looked more collected now, but Penny found out that she liked the power she had over Agatha when they kissed, so they did it again.

Tomorrow they will have to talk about this. They will have to look at each other in the eyes, and Penny will have to convince herself that Agatha was not the enemy anymore, that she was just a normal vampire, no, a normal girl, who needed her help.

Under the starry night and accompanied by the tipsy laughter of the Watford students, Penny vowed to help her with every weapon she had. Like was a much nicer feeling than hate, anyway.

[early-sxnsets]

oh my god okay wow this chapter done fucked me up. the way they slipped into eachothers hands in the library had me tearing up. baz looking out the windows and calling them beautiful, then turning to look at simon when he says 'gorgeous', I cannot think of anything more perfect and just like baz. 'I've never felt more comfort in anybody but him before' i'm dead, soft!simon is what I live for. i didn't know how you were going to follow up that battle, but you exceeded expectations (1/2)

the closing line, ‘i’m tempting you for a lifetime of outings. this is simply the first one.’ the perfect way to end that fic and their reunion was just so sweet!! (i do also have a total soft spot for colin firth as mr darcy so it was cool to see you take inspiration from that. i was low-key reading simon in his voice anyway) ❤❤❤ anyway I’m rambling again but I loved it so much and i will definitely be rereading it in the not-too-distant future (2/2)

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dear god your asks make me smile so much that i was afraid of finishing the fic in fear of a last, tear-evoking review (and you provided).

first of all thank you for appreciating the gorgeous line because i love that line so much and i was like “hehe look at baz being a LOSER everyone someone write an L on his forehead haHA” in the most loving way possible

i’m so glad i delivered on a good ending, because i, too, was worried that i couldn’t follow up the battle properly. but i’m glad i did do it somewhat justice! and yes, ofc i had to add the mr darcy aspect because i grew up on that version of pride and prejudice and colin firth is the only acceptable mr darcy and therefor the only acceptable victorian simon, in my mind. as for baz, it’s still up in the air (although the closest to what i can picture him as is keiynan lonsdale, mainly bc his long face w/ a strong cheek and brow)

[basilgrimbitch]

Day Four: Dreams

Just some domestic fluff with a little tiny tiny bit of angst. 

Words: 808

Note: ofc bc i’m me, its barely edited and not beta read :/ 

I don’t think there are any warnings, though there’s a super super brief mention of blood. The whole thing is pretty fluffy though. 

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Its been nearly eight years and they still do it. Almost everyday without fail. Sat at the breakfast bar in what used to be Simon and Penny’s flat, now Simon and Baz’s flat since Penny took that job in Manchester. Their arms stretch across the counter, fingers touching, Sun shining through the kitchen window making Snow’s skin golden and Baz’s eyes glint a gorgeous grey. Simon, along with flailing arms and too much energy for 6:30 am, describes in remarkable detail his dream from the night before.

“…and suddenly we were in Canada and – ‘

“Wait why Canada?” Baz interjects to earn a smile from Simon. This smile isn’t a commodity anymore, but it still makes his heart skip a bit all the same.

This was how they started to fix things after America. Simon told Baz about the nightmares; the ones where Baz packs his stuff and leaves, the ones where he’s back in the training room and the mage is working him ‘til his very last breath and the ones where it’s just tears and blood and unrecognizable screams, yet Simon knows they’re because of him. Baz told him about his nightmares too, the ones where he can’t control his thirst, the one’s where he’s back in the flaming room where his mother died and even the one’s where he bites Simon. They told each other everything.

Slowly though, the dreams of blood and war and hurt and loss were more uncommon, and dreams of love and incoherent adventures took their place. Though they didn’t need to any more, they kept up with routine; Baz liked routines and Simon needed them to function.

“Because Canada is cool.” Simon says like its fact.

“Canada is not cool, Snow.” This was familiar, the banter, the sun shining a bit too bright, the sound of Simon washing up as Baz fixes his hair one last time (“it looks lovely, darling, just stop messing with it!”), the smell of morning tea and the taste of it on their lips as they say goodbye. All so familiar. They used to be so afraid of goodbyes, they had nightmares about those goodbyes, now they just mean there’ll be another kiss hello soon.

“Canada is well cool Baz, they all say ‘aboot’ and ‘oot’ eh?” he scrunches his face and puckers his lips each time he says a Canadian word and smiles, a bit proud of himself for perfecting the ‘eh’. Baz can’t help but smile too, the soft smile only reserved for Simon.

He hums in response and starts getting up, Simon pulls him back down reaching so close to his face. So close.

“Stay,” with emphasis on the A so he sounds a little like a whining toddler.

“Love, you know I can’t. If I don’t teach these kids something… well it doesn’t matter much they’ll always be daydreaming numpties.”

“Well I’ll be dreaming all about you.”

And because he’s still 15 and in madly love at heart, also because he had just fed the night before, Baz is red. Cheeks, ears everything. Crowley, he loves Simon so much.

“Going back to sleep, are we? No bills to pay, Snow?” Baz tries to act smug, but his lips are already turning up at a corner.

“What like I can’t daydream about my terrible boyfriend?”

“I thought that was you?”

“I’m not the one leaving my boyfriend all alone and going to work, am I?”

Simon is doing the dishes and Baz is looking for his tie in the lounge room. Its sickeningly domestic, really. They can barely hear each other but Baz can here Snow chuckle to himself in the kitchen (thanks to the vampire hearing for once). It feels like a dream a 15-year-old Baz would’ve had. The kind of dream that made Baz extra rude to Simon in the mornings, the kind that left his eyes sad and his shoulders lazy for the rest of the day because he thought that dream was the closest thing, he’d ever get to having Simon. But now, this, this is better than any dream - its home.

“Oh, you poor soul.” Baz says with a smile on his face, Simon sticks his tongue out and it’s a sight. Simon Snow, shirtless on a chilly Tuesday morning, cleaning up after the breakfast they just shared. Simon Snow, in Baz’s kitchen – no, in their kitchen – cleaning up, talking about how he’ll miss him. He hadn’t even imagined it in his wildest dreams.

“I love you too.” Simon says and it snaps Baz out of his own thoughts. It’s not like he said it with magic – its not like he can – but Baz can still feel Simon’s words in his chest as he steps out of the lift and walks to the train for another day at work, knowing he’ll be coming back to this.