#baz and simon being soft

[orange-peony]

On Every Wall

Snowbaz I Explicit I 24k I artist Baz, barista Simon, demisexual Baz, OCD, scars and stretch marks, body positivity, praise kink, soft d/s dynamics, smut.

Summary: Shep always smiles and says there’s nothing wrong with having a healthy crush or an unhealthy obsession for someone. I don’t know what to think anymore.

Or, Simon is Baz's muse, but it's a secret.

I'm so glad I can finally share my collab with the wonderful @leithillustration for the @carryon-reverse-bang!

@leithillustration's beautiful art piece was so inspiring and breathtaking that I basically begged the mods for a chance to write a story based on it.

This fic would not have seen the light of day without @bubble-gumhead 's help, both as a beta and as a hand-holder. Thank you so much! And a big thank you goes to @pato-roldnart for always being there for me.

Additional thanks to the mods for running this fest.

Read On Every Wall on AO3.

[achillean-heartbeat]

Going over my highlights cuz i just finished re-reading wayward son and i seriously will NEVER get over the scene of baz teaching simon how to drive and SHOWERING him with praise to the point where simon doesn't know what to do because he's not used to baz praising him this much. THE SOFTNESS OF IT KILLSS MEEEE.

and most of all is simons out-of-place feeling towards the patience and praise baz is showing him. Because thats obviously one of the hardships of being enemies (ish) to lovers, no? To constantly be surprised at the softness they show in contrast to their past harshness? To wonder, when stuck in a mental low, just how much of that harshness was pretend, and how much of it was true?

UGHHHH the angst...

[paper-beats-writers-block]

LUNGED TO MY LAPTOP LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL AFTER THIS LINE

end of chapter fourteen, awtwb, in the exam room with niamh and agatha. Simon is sitting there, about to skin himself if it gets Nimah to stop touching his wings, and she's kind of just. babbling on about "oh you saved us from this blah blah blah. you were unstoppable"

"I've never seen anyone fight like that"

and. literally one singular chapter earlier. the MOST DEVASTATING BLOW SIMON HAS EVER EVER HAD EXECUTED AGAINST HIM "I never thought I'd be the first thing you ever gave up on." from baz. the person he loves most in the whole world.

(that line. "I never thought I'd be the first thing you ever gave up on" that one. is branded into the back of my eyelids. i will never ever. ever. forget the first time I read that line.)

"simon looks down" agatha he is not trying to remember. he is feeling an overhwhelming amount of guilt. He was duty bound to protect and fight for watford. that's what was expected of him. But now that he's not magickal, now that he doesn't have any expectations from anyone else to keep fighting for. anything. (and yes, being present in his realtionship with Baz is an expectation. But he's never been in a relationship like this before, and Baz certainly doesn't ask for anything. Baz is still in shock that he gets to have any part of Simon at all, and he lets his own self loathing get in the way of the rest). he doesn't. and that's why he gave up on Baz. Because the very next thing he does is get the fuck out of that exam room and fucking BOLT. and he bolts directly to Baz's door. to ask. to see. "would have mattered if I had been trying? would it have mattered if I fought to keep us?"

and obviously we know the answer. of course we know. but it just now occured to him. we know he makes his most sound decisions at the last minute in the very throat of danger. and sometimes, he makes the decision in danger's stomach. and then he has to claw his way out.

and good news for him! he does claw his way out of this one! and his reward is ham and butter sandwiches and a soft nap with his boyfriend.

[ebbpettier]

OH MY GOD YES 🤩

Re: tokyo mew mew AU

so I changed the whole thing pretty much BUT.

Her animal is still a forest owlet, but her fruit is mangosteen. I changed things to fit mangosteen (quick drawing of mangosteen depicted on the left; ignore my attempt at a star fruit next to it. I was brainstorming)

Name: Mew Mango (not mangosteen cause that's too long to say :p) (slightly confusing) (I guess the whole thing is fine) (idk) (if anyone feels compelled you can create your own name I'd love to hear one) (I'm not being sarcastic)

Weapon: Da-mango-maru (instrument is a damaru)

Attack: ribbon mangostaan-u storm-o (or smthn)? (unsure on how well storm and the damaru match. but maybe the sound of the drum could be like rain?)

@ebbpettier

apologies that I took a month. I hope you have not perished

not sure where her mew mark would be? maybe on her back (like mint). I'm slightly tempted to have it on her knee/back of her knee lol

it's probably obvious, but none of this is set in stone

redrew this picture of mint:

[skeedelvee]

Carry On Countdown Day 5 - Forest

For this year's COC I've decided to put together daily fic rec lists! Let me know if you find any new favorite reads from these <3

For todays prompt I've gone with fics that all take place in forests/wilderness

The Heart in The Well by @aristocratic-otter and @alexalexinii

Rated T, 14,326 words

This one is so great! I remember stopping everything I was doing just so I could read the last chapter when it went up

Simon Snow should have known better than to chase after the Hobgoblin Horde. Now he's trapped at the bottom of a well with no food or water, and a vampire who's only going to get thirstier as time passes. Baz Pitch doesn't know why the Hobgoblins abducted him from the Wavering wood. He just knows that Snow was stupid enough to get caught too, and now they're trapped together, and Baz hasn't had blood in three days...

Shiver by @captain-aralias and @facewithoutheart

Rated M, 6,794 words

Nothing like huddling for warmth to bring two people together!

Stuck in a cave, marooned from their fellow classmates, signal-less, with no reliable magic to keep them warm, Baz and Simon have to settle for... alternative methods to keep from freezing to death.

THE WEEKEND by @basic-banshee

Rated G, 14,280 words

This one is really fun!

The Magical Adaptability Weekend is miserable. It’s freezing, there’s no food, and not enough beds. Simon’s unhappy enough about being stuck in the middle of nowhere with his homicidal roommate, but to make things worse, his classmates are being dicks, there may be a banshee on the prowl, and Baz is trying to summon a demon.

Fuck the Wavering Wood by @captain-aralias

Rated E, 20,779 words

An absolute classic!

The Humdrum never sends the same thing twice. This time, he sends sex pollen.

✨Gratuitous self rec✨

Of Nymphs and Satyrs by me! @skeedelvee

Rated E, 7,578 words

An oldie but a goodie! This was the fic that got me invited to the CO discord, so I've got a real soft spot for it. Hot satyrs! A sex curious Simon! A jealous Baz! Its pretty fun, if I do say so myself

Simon never expected to find an orgy in the Wavering Wood. He definitely didn't expect to be invited to join in. And he most certainly never would have imagined himself agreeing to join in, but some offers are just too tempting to refuse. A story in which Simon stumbles into a magical creature orgy and learns a thing or two about oral sex

If you have any recs that fit the prompt that I've missed, feel free to leave them in the comments! There's plenty of gaps in my reading so there's a good chance I may not have read it.

Also I've had a hard time finding if some people are here on Tumblr, so if you know someone who hasn't been tagged, feel free to leave that in the comments as well <3

@carryon-countdown

[letraspal]

Simon Snow journey to queerness

A compilation of quotes of Simon Snow thinking/talking about his queerness through books.

Book 1: Carry On

He’s not a villain. He’s just a boy. I’m kissing a boy. I’m kissing Baz.

And then I think about whether this, what’s happening right now, means that I’m gay. But Baz and I are hidden in the trees, and no one can see us, and I decide I don’t have to answer that last question right now.

I wonder how long he’s wanted this. I wonder how long I’ve wanted it.

I’m not sure why I’m so happy. Nothing’s changed. Has anything changed? The kissing. That’s new. The waiting to kiss.

I want to kiss a bloke. That is a change, but no one I’m prepared to think about right now. …Again. I want to kiss him again.

“Why, then” he asks. / “Why did I kiss you?”/ “Yeah.” / “I guess I wanted to,” I say, shrugging. / “Since when?” / I shrug again, and it pisses him off.

“I didn’t think you were gay,” I say. Quietly. He shrugs. Half of Snow’s sentences are shrugs.“What does that mean?” / “I don’t know,” he says, closing his eyes. “I guess I’ve never thought much about what I am. I’ve got a lot on my plate.” That makes me laugh.

“Are you gay?” he asks, looking over at me, still laughing. / “Yeah,” I say, “completely.” / “So you do this all the time?” / I roll my eyes. “No.” / “Then how do you know you’re gay?” / “I just do. How do you not know?” / “Dunno,” he says.

But apparently, I can also solve things with my mouth—because, so far, every time I lean into Baz, he shuts up and closes his eyes. If Penelope were here, she’d make me explain myself. Thank magic she isn’t here yet.

What would Agatha say if she knew about the kissing? “You’re not even gay, Simon.” […] “you’re not even gay,” she’d say, “and he’s not even alive.”

“You’re not even gay, and he’s not even alive, and that isn’t even the worst part of this idea—what will the Mage say?”

“And I don’t think I’m gay,” I say. “I mean, maybe I am, at least partly, the part that seems to be demanding the most attention right now…”

He leans in like he’s going to bite me, then he kisses me instead. It’s so good. It’s been very good every time.

“We don’t have to do this” […] “No one has to know.” / “Know what?” Snow asked softly. “That I’m obsessed with you? That horse left the barn a long time ago”

“They’ll know,” I (Baz) say. “They’ll talk about it.” / “What?” He’s a million miles away. He’s always a million miles away lately. / “They’ll know that we’re gay.” / “There go my job prospects,” Simon says flatly. “What will my family say?” I’m not sure where the joke is.

“Baz, you’re actually, literally the only thing I have to lose. So as long as doing gay stuff in public doesn’t make you hate me, I don’t really care.” / “We’re just dancing,” I say. “That’s hardly gay stuff.” / “Dancing’s well gay,” he says. “Even when it isn’t two blokes.”

He will call me Simon now, occasionally, but only when we’re being soft with each other. (All that’s still happening, too. I suppose I am gay; my therapist says it’s not even the top five things I have to sort out right now.)

And sometimes I feel like someone else died, like someone else sacrificed everything, so that I can have a normal life. With wings. And a tail. And vampires. And magicians. And a boy in my arms, instead of a girl. And a happy ending—even if isn’t the ending I ever would have dreamt for myself, or hoped for. A chance.

[shrekgogurt]

heyyy! heyyyyy…how y’all doing????

Thanks for still tagging me these past couple of weeks. I uhhhh went through a little uhhhhh brain bad moment. Nevertheless, she persisted. I wouldn’t say I’m at ‘we are so back’ levels yet, but I’m improving. As such, I have words for you—a healthy helping of rainsoaked Baz in these trying times. (IKABIKAM)

Simon POV, present:

When Baz settles into himself he looks otherworldly, like some supernatural being in a fable. He’s as fierce as the winds and nearly as fast. The harsh rain almost seems soft against his severe features. It sticks to him like sap—flattening his hair to his head and his kit to his body—yet fails to weigh him down. He only becomes more aerodynamic, feeding off the misery and converting it into speed.

And you know what??? Have some (implied) rainsoaked Simon to even the playing field.

Baz POV, present:

He looks like a battle worn warrior—shirt clinging to his heaving chest as he takes a well earned moment of reprieve.

Alright! I’m tagging back all you lovelies who were thinking of me. I’m sorry my reblog game as been weak as of late. @youarenevertooold @artsyunderstudy @forabeatofadrum @prettygoododds @alexalexinii @hushed-chorus @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @roomwithanopenfire @thewholelemon @cutestkilla @emeryhall @theearlgreymage

and actually also @facewithoutheart because they’re rainsoaked

[theimpossibledemon]

WIP Wednesday

many thanks to @leithillustration @thewholelemon @monbons for the tags this week! i forgot how much snowbaz stuff there was to look forward to this time of year i'm so excited seeing all of your WIPs!

i have been carrying my laptop from room to room with me all week hoping it would trick me in to writing but my brain was being very resistant. I did start doing some clean up though on my last slam on the keys session and it's starting to look more like actual words again. also though i've now developed this intense fear that because i've consumed so much snowbaz content i'm going to accidentally steal lines from fics i've read and not even know it. (am i crazy or does anyone else worry about this?)

paranoia aside, i present to you some classic Simon having super straight thoughts about Baz:

There’s sirens going off somewhere in the back of my mind telling me I need to step back and stop invading Baz’s personal space, but with each second that ticks by, I find myself caring less and less. Baz’s fancy shirt feels soft under my fingers and I wonder what it’s made of. Do people really have shirts made of silk?

a hearty high-five (but one where we're both wearing those little hands on our fingers and the little hands high-five) to you all

@brilla-brilla-estrellita @mooncello @cutestkilla @letraspal

@ic3-que3n @theearlgreymage @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @raenestee

@shrekgogurt @youarenevertooold @facewithoutheart @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[martsonmars]

@messofthejess asked: If each member of the Carry On cast was a type of pasta, what type would they be?

[Tumblr killed the ask]

OMG obsessed. Thank you for the question it's so important to me. I'm limiting myself to the main gang but PLEASE (you or anyone else) feel free to send asks or comment with other characters, I'd love to answer but I don't want to feel overwhelmed with choices.

I'm also not letting myself overthink this. There might be better answers but I'm going with gut feelings or I'll never post this. I'm going with shapes.

Baz is definitely long pasta. Reginette, with they're elegant, fancy, sharp edges. I just know the guy doesn't want to fit in the pot. So many people don't know how to handle him. Long and thin. HARD TO KILL BUT NOT TO BREAK. And when he's safe he reveals his true form. Which is still hard to handle. You need practice. You might be tempted to cut into smaller pieces. But the only way to actually savour who he is is to get past all these obstacles and wrap him around your fork and you finally understand. He could be trenette/linguine too but mostly because in my region they're eaten with pesto, and you know. Basil. Etc.

Simon is rigatoni or tortiglioni or any of the similar shapes. He's a sturdy pasta. A fighter. One the people love, but might take for granted. And yet he'll always be ready to save your meal, square shoulders and jaw. He's ready to take any challenge, and when it's finally time to rest he won't let himself go too soft. He'll keep his fierce, solid, thick shape and demand to be loved strongly. He can take it. And we all know that this is the kind of pasta to eat with a nice, rich sauce, just like our boy deserves. A sauce that sticks, that fills up all the spaces. Because we know that holes just want to be filled.

Penny is penne. Of course. The name speaks for itself, but it's also a correct choice. A no bullshit shape. One that thinks she's better than anyone else, but is she? Only trial and error will tell. But she remains a solid choice, reliable and always there for you if you're one of her trusted friends. She'll never let you down. As long as she doesn't start doubting herself. But she won't for too long, because who would doubt penne?

Agatha is difficult. I'm going with farfalle. She's pretty and elegant and sophisticated, but also misjudged and belittled and mistreated. People will see only what's on the outside and take it at face value — seeing her as too good to be true, or instead as childish and not caring about what truly matters — and won't delve deeper to see the truth. Which is that her core — the core of her beauty, of her power — is stronger than one thinks.

Shep is one of my favourite shapes — ruote. I was going to pick lasagne for him (rich and intense and friendly and happy to use their layers to host different kinds of savoury experiences), but this is perfect too. For his truck, his sense of adventure, chasing tornadoes and creatures and friends and never letting anything — danger or unpleasant British mages — stop him from being one of the best guys you'll have the fortune of meeting on your path.

[orange-peony]

Supernova

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.

Summary: What happens when you lose your superpowers (and your job) (and your house!) but are still left with a pair of dragon wings? You move in with your former enemy and secret crush, of course.

I genuinely felt like I won the lottery when I managed to snatch @pato-roldnart's amazing art for the @carryon-reverse-bang! Their Simon and Baz are just soooo perfect and lovely and take my breath away. I mean, just look at Simon's bum in that fantastic art piece! 🍑💙 It's been an absolutely blast working with Pato on this fic. Thank you, Patito!

A heartfelt thank you to @bubble-gumhead for being such an amazing and supportive alpa/beta/human being! I wouldn't have done this without you!

A shiny thank you to the lovely mods of the @carryon-reverse-bang for organising this fest.

Read chapter 1 of Supernova on AO3.

[blythelyunaware]

I'm planning to do a Taylor Swift-themed playlist for all our Carry On kiddos but I thought I'd start with my (and let's be honest, the entire fandom's) favourite child. One might imagine that based on his initial broodiness and his colour pallette often being quite dark and grey, Baz might be more reputation-coded but he's an instropective, soft boy. He is all fluffy pink clouds and dreamy heart-eyes. He writes disgustingly sappy poetry and weeps openly over his own prose.

He is a Lover girlie through and through. He has the theatric spirit of a kid who would scream the bridge of "Hits Different" after Simon tries to break up with him - because...

"I FIND THE ARTEFACTS, CRIED OVER A HAT, CURSED THE SPACE THAT I NEEDED! I TRACE THE EVIDENCE MAKE IT MAKE SOME SENSE WHY THE WOUND IS STILL BLEEDING. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT I LOVE, DON'T NEED ANOTHER METAPHOR IT'S SIMPLE ENOUGH!"

And also... "I pictured you with other girls, in love, and threw up on the street".

The running thread between so many of these songs is very much an internal I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! Screaming in silence, anguish, pain...my favourite kind of love.

Labyrinth is Carry On-Baz staring at Simon sleeping all those years and realising overtime that he's fallen in love. *combusts*

Are there more that I could have left in? Any suggestions for the rest of the gang?

[clockworkbee]

tfota posts by me

This is in no way a complete list (nor it can be, coz I post a lot about them XD) but I will keep adding to this list in time. I'm kind of just putting together some things I love <3

Jude and Cardan thinking about each other so much that they even dream about one another

Why Madoc didn't allow Jude to declare herself ready for knighthood in the tournament?

“And is it?” “Out of your system?”

Cardan's fear for Jude while she's held prisoner in the Undersea

Karma in tfota

Like father like daughters

Cardan "I am no murderer" ready to kill for Jude

Jude misunderstanding the signs Cardan gave

Why didn't Jude end her own exile when she could have?

Madoc respects Jude as a Queen

Jude's uncomfortable love for Madoc

“It meant nothing, and he should forget it.”

“I see a new monarch coming” aka. Cardan's queen aka. Jude

Soft Jurdan

Caring Cardan Supremacy

QoN underrated scene

some small/deep parallels in tfota

Jude and Cardan: heart-less

When Jude's taken a prisoner by the Undersea

How Jude feels in the mortal world and how Cardan sees her in Faerie

What Kaye thought she saw in Cardan's eyes for Jude vs. what he really saw.

tfota and lyrics

I'm kinda slowly rearranging the “lyrics” posts for tfota under the #tfota + lyrics tag so you can check it out <3

tfota parallels with sword catcher

when he thinks about her too much

princes too spoiled to even plan anyone's humiliation

tfota parallels with Simon Snow trilogy

Cardan and Baz: I didn't know what I wanted

When they don't think what/who could hurt them

How Cardan and Snow make Jude and Baz laugh

Jude and Baz: maybe I should kill him

the energy between jurdan and snowbaz

Snow and Cardan simply giving heart attacks

tfota parallels with tsc

Jude and Julian: acting behind the scenes

Cardan and Julian making decisions based on ...

Jude and Kit being like: enough is enough, I need to show them.

Cardan Greenbriar and Kieran Kingson

Cardan Greenbriar and Ash Morgenstern

tfota and other small parallels I've squealed over

Jude and Annabeth fooling people with their smiles

Cardan Greenbriar and Oliver Marks

Patroclus, Cardan and Emma, in the dark

Jude Duarte and Delilah Bard, same energy?

they feel like the only real/solid thing in the world

A little of my treasure for you 💗

[emargoo]

Missed Connections ~ Snowbaz

Pairing: Simon Snow/Baz Pitch

Warnings: | Mentions of alchohol | Baz being a bitch |

Author's Note: Modern-ish AU, Watford School/magic non-existent, This was just a quick thing so nothing special. Enjoy :)

"Fuck," Simon swore angrily. He stood dejectedly at the train platform, clutching his ragged briefcase and watching as his only hope to reach Lancashire in good time slipped away. Steam and smoke blew in his face almost like an insult as the train rushed away from him, chugging down the tracks blissfully unaware that the locomotive's departure had just ruined his day.

He hadn't meant to be late, of course. But he'd reached the station early--due to Penny's nagging--and thought he would have plenty of time to wander the large building. Simon had stumbled across a vendor selling cherry scones, so of course he had to try one. And then try everything else the bakery sold. When it was time to find his platform, he needed to use the loo, which regretably took longer than he had planned. And as Simon was not one particularly blessed with directional capabilities, he had immense trouble when looking for his connection.

Not only had he boarded the wrong train entirely, SImon had needed to jump out of the moving train upon realising he had screwed up. Which leads him here, cursing and disheveled as he watches what would have most certainly been a comfortable ride to his home town chug away.

Simon sighed audibly, running a hand through his messy hair, making it all stand up. He plopped down on the bench behind him, letting his case fall heavily onto the tiled floor. He would need to find out when the next train to Lancashire left, which could very well be the next day. Simon turned his head slightly and almost jumped out of his seat when he caught a glimpse of a man sitting at the other end of the bench.

He was draped languidly across the metal, one long trousered leg sprawled out to his left, the other resting against the bench. He was dressed smartly, brown dress pants and a multicoloured sweater vest unbuttoned over a half-open collared shirt. His outfit felt almost scandalous. The man sported dark black sunglasses over his eyes and an almost ridiculous pink checkered scarf was tied around his head, casting his pale skin in shadow. If Simon had to wager a guess, he would say the man was some sort of exotic dancer or outlandish model.

He certainly had the face of one, thought Simon. Inwardly praising the man's high cheekbones and greecian nose. He was lengthy and elegant, and somehow managed to pull off his odd wardrobe choices. Simon's eyes traveled to the man's shoes, and had to stiffle a laugh. The man wore green spats over chunky black boots, a style that had long gone out of fashion. Not that Simon was particularly well-versed in the fashion world. But in his entire 20 years, he had never seen a man--or anyone, as a matter of fact--with spats.

"It's rude to stare, you know."

Simon's head snapped up. The man's dark eyes glared at him over his sunglasses, his eyebrows arched.

"Sorry." Simon shook his hair out of his eyes. He had forgotten himself after such a frustrating day. "It's been a weird day." His cheeks flushed in embarassment. God, he must sound so stupid to this elegant stranger. He extended a rough callused hand, "Er, the name's Simon. Simon Snow."

The man meerly continued to peer at him, his eyes travelling to Simon's outsretched hand. Simon repressed a shiver, feeling almost judged by this odd man.

"I'm Baz." Said the man shortly, briefly shaking Simon's hand. His hand was soft, but blisteringly cold.

Simon looked awkwardly down at the black-and-white tiled floor, feeling insanely uncomfortable. He had never been one for friendly conversations. Or making friends, for that matter. Most of the time people just befriended him, like Penny.

"I just, uhm, missed my train," said Simon, nodding stupidly. "The one that just left."

Baz didn't look at him. "I saw," he said. After a long silence, in which Simon moved restlessly, tapping his feet and playing with the buttons on his coat, Baz gestured towards Simon's jacket. "That coat, it's Ralph Lauren."

"Huh?" Simon looked down at his coat, not knowing what the man was talking about.

Baz sighed, "It's a brand. You have good taste."

Did he just roll his eyes at me? Simon wondered. "Uhm, I guess. It's my dad's."

"And your dad doesn't mind you borrowing it?" Baz eyed him skeptically, "That design is worth over 600 dollars."

"My dad's dead."

Baz's face softened slightly. His sunglasses drooped on the bridge of his nose, and Simon caught a glimpse of his gray-ish eyes, staring at him. "Oh," he said. "Sorry."

"It's alright, never knew 'em." Simon's voice felt gruff and forced.

"My dad couldn't give a shit about me." Said Baz suddenly. "I know its not the same but-" He stopped himself shaking his head. "Fuck, why am I telling this to a random? Sorry."

"All good, mate." Said Simon, scratching his neck. Truthfully, he did not know what to say to this man. All he needed right now was a train schedule and preferably another cherry scone.

"Would you know when the next train leaves?" Simon asked, looking over at Baz.

Baz stared at him blankly, "To where..?"

Simon cursed inwardly. "Lancashire."

"One moment." Baz pulled a dark purple leather bag from the floor and rumaging around in it. He pulled out a small silver flask, setting it tenderly next to him on the metal bench. Then he took out a crumpled paper, a train schedule, it seemed. "The next one leaves at 8:30 AM, tomorrow."

Simon slumped in his seat, rubbing him forehead lightly. "Fuck me."

Baz held out the silver flask to him, "You know, you shouldn't say that to a stranger. They might take you up on it."

Simon's neck grew hot, taking the open flask from Baz. He sniffed the contents of the vile slightly. It smelled strong. He felt Baz's gaze on him and lifted the flask to his lips, feeling the sharp liquid enter his mouth.

"Your ears are red." Said Baz cooly.

Simon choked on his drink. He handed the flask back to Baz quickly, his nose burning. Baz made a sound that sounded almost like a laugh.

"Jesus. I could have died." Simon said, wipping the drink from his chin.

"Don't be dramatic." Said Baz, "You're ballzy though, taking a drink from someone you just met."

Simon considered this, "Didn't even think of that, to be honest."

"Checks out." Baz regarded him over his hooked nose.

It was Simon's turn to roll his eyes, "At least I don't dress like a swinger."

Baz made a noise that sounded like a mix between a cough and a choke. Simon realised that must be his version of a laugh. "Do you even know what that means, Snow?"

"Well, no." Admitted Simon, "But I feel like you would be one."

Baz shook his head, eyeing Simon's ragged briefcase, his ripped pants, and messy hair. "Okay then. I'll take it as a compliment from you."

Simon felt his neck grow hot, "Go ahead." He looked up at the tall arched ceiling. Anywhere but at the confusing man he was sitting next to.

He heard the train before he saw it. And as if from a distance, he watched it push forward to make a stop at his platform. Baz stood up, clutching his leather bag in one hand. He walked towards the train and then stopped, turning towards Simon.

"I hope we meet again, maybe I can fix that floppy hair of yours."

Simon gaped at him, "Oh yeah, c'ya."

And then he was gone.

[skeedelvee]

Carry On Countdown Day 10 - Dinner

For this year's COC I've decided to put together daily fic rec lists! Let me know if you find any new favorite reads from these <3

For todays prompt I've gone with fics that prominently feature a meal or food

Lemon Blueberry Shortbread by @aristocratic-otter and @letraspal

Rated G, 2,912 words

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

Good to You by @otherworldsivelivedin

Rated E, 11,032 words

Simon has decided to treat Baz to a sophisticated meal for Valentine’s day; but, when they get there, they find they're more interested in each other than the food.

Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye by @facewithoutheart

Rated M, 588 words

(I'm counting this because it relates to the family dinner in Snow for Christmas)

Malcolm goes into the kitchen to grab more champagne and gets more than he expected.

Domesticity by @bloodiedpixie

Rated T, 743 words

Baz tries to make dinner for Simon.

If I Fell In Love With You by @bazzybelle

Rated T, 4,417 words

This is ridiculous… I am being utterly ridiculous. I am a ridiculous, romantic fool, who has gone completely soft for a walking disaster with bright blue eyes and soft bronze curls. On a crisp, fresh, October evening, Baz decides to surprise Simon with a romantic dinner and something extra special for him. For no reason, other than he wants to find a way to show Simon just how much he loves and cares about him, and this is really the only way that makes sense to him. Takes place after Carry On, but before Wayward Son.

Love Season by @krisrix

Rated E, 3,922 words

It’s Valentine’s Day. Which is not something I’ve put any thought into since Agatha and I broke up. I realize that makes me even more of a terrible boyfriend to Baz than I already am... Except, well, maybe not as terrible any more, given we do actually have plans for the holiday for once. They’re Baz’s plans—still, I agreed, so that’s progress. Even Baz asking at all is progress.

Take a Walk on the Wild Slice by @youarenevertooold and @that-disabled-princess

Rated T, 20,302 words

It's almost time to be heading back to school for their final year at Watford. Dev & Niall drag Baz off for a night out at a new pizza place as a treat, because it has, according to the internet, a Very Hot Mascot. Meanwhile, Simon has managed to find himself a job to while away the tedious hours of summer. It's not ideal, but fortunately no-one from school will ever see him dressed as a ridiculous slice of pizza. Right? Pizza, pining, and plotting ensue; all combined with a healthy side serving of friends helping you realise what's actually important.

crisp and sweet by @mostlymaudlin

Rated T, 4,134 words

The White Mountains are almost as far from Las Vegas as you can get in the United States. That’s comforting to me. I don’t think I could keep up our no-murder streak if I ran into the King of the Vampires again. In her travel diary, my grandmother described the town of Conway, New Hampshire in October as “bloody picturesque,” and she was right. We’re surrounded by deep reds and golds, kind of like the desert of the American West. But instead of feeling like we’re surrounded by flames, it’s more like being bathed in gentle candlelight. - Five years after the events of AWTWB, Simon and Baz return to North America with one mission: to peep some leaves.

Straight Boy by @bazypitchandsimonsnow

Rated M, 30,804 words

Simon Salisbury is totally straight...but there's this guy... Based on "request kiss" request.

Too full to hunt by anonymous

Rated M, 2,167 words

*THIS IS A BELLY STUFFING FIC* *DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT* This takes place right after one of the last scenes of awtwb. "Simon." "Hmm?" He hums cutting another spoonful of cake. "I'm very full." "Do you want me to stop?" He asks as he puts the spoon in front of my mouth. I don't have to take it. I know he would stop if I told him to but his gaze is on my lips and his pupils are bigger than usual. Simon with a stuffing belly kink, wow, so shocking

If you have any recs that fit the prompt that I've missed, feel free to leave them in the comments! There's plenty of gaps in my reading so there's a good chance I may not have read it

Also I've had a hard time finding if some people are here on Tumblr, so if you know someone who hasn't been tagged, feel free to leave that in the comments as well <3

@carryon-countdown

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Things about AWTWB that I forgot about or just noticed for the first time, upon a recent re-listen:

Lady Ruth as an unreliable narrator: “I’m not one to hold grudges” but next page “I would dance on his grave and throw a fiesta and then resurrect him so I could kill him again” (My poor paraphrase) 

Baz, about vampires: “They’re less like murderers - more like sexy bedbugs” 

Baz, about Petra and Sophie: “I thought twins were supposed to be best friends, but all they do is eat jam and butter sandwiches and throw things at each other" (Me, adding to my Jelly Babies notes folder: “Yup, that tracks”)  

Simon (about Baz): “I mean, have a look at him. He’s the most fuckable person alive. Or otherwise” (#facts)

Dev is a PITCH cousin, not a GRIMM fuck me why did I think he was a Grimm sljk;dskljdskjldsaljks

The door knocker for Salisbury House is shaped like a SMILING CYCLOPS (adding to my Rosethorn girl notes folder) 

Simon, to Baz: “I’m not letting you fuck with my face. Although I’m starting to get the feeling you really want to.” Oh-okay, horny boi 

Simon notes like three times in three pages that Smith Smith-Richards is fit like hmmmmmm-kay

Every time Smith Smith-Richards mentions Simon: "I'm not jealous okay I'm a little jealous how is he so hot" they're a li'l mutual admiration club

Simon, to Baz: “I can get one of those poles” (clothes racks) but because of Yuri on Ice!!, my brain went “pole-dancing Simon Snow??” 

Shepherd holds the secret key to being magic even when you don’t speak magic: “The world is magic, and I’m a part of the world.” 

THE GRIMM KIDS HAVE A DOG: “a Tibetan mastiff that they bought when they moved to Oxford.” (In my head canon this dog is named Amblewise, or another name from this list of medieval dog names, THANK YOU GOOD NIGHT)

I continue to have Complicated Feelings about Malcolm Grimm but he is So Soft for Daphne: “He treats her with as much polite tenderness as ever. He dotes on her, in his way. Caters to her every whim without making a show of it.” 

JAMIE knew about the Goats of Watford when none of the folks who actually went to Watford did, besides Niamh, like JKASDJKLDSAJKLSADKLJADSKLADSKLJADSKJL UNCLE JAMBY FOR THE WIN

Penelope Bunce is a Fucking Queen: “Being comforting isn’t one of my core competencies. Breaking people out of towers is.” 

Pippa Stainton is a Goddamn Empress: “I don’t forgive you. I never want to see you again. Tell Simon I say thank you.” 

Simon and Jamie get fucking KFC in a stolen van after the hullabaloo with Smith-Richards and if that’s not nephew-uncle bonding at its finest, I don’t what is 

Miss Christie, the school nurse, is the only person (I think) who basically says to Simon, “I’m sorry for your loss” instead of “The Mage was a flaming sack of shit” 

I’m not crazy… Penny really is a year younger than the rest of them (thought I was mixing this up with Hermione)

LUCY also started Watford a year early fsalkjsadsjlkfsdljkdfs (now I have to go back and fix my timelines for Rosethorn girl, FUCK) 

Just like Lady Ruth, Mitali hoped that Lucy would come out of hiding after the Mage died (just stab me harder in the heart, Rainbow)

I DO really want a fic of bisexual Martin Bunce making bread; I feel like our core competencies overlap in many ways

There are magical swans in Oxford. I bet they r gay

Simon cries when Baz plays the violin 

They're all good dogs, Bront. 16/10 will listen to this audiobook again for like..... the sixth time

[j-nipper-95]

Fic Rec (plus late Six Sentence Sunday) Monday!

Ok, so I’m late posting this, but oh well. It’s being posted!

I’m not sure if my tumblr notifications are working properly at the moment (I know I missed at least one tag last week, so if I’ve missed your tags the last couple of weeks I’m sorry, I’m not ignoring you, tumblr is acting up!) but I’m still alive. I’m back, and I have words to share!

July’s Camp NaNoWriMo has been amazing for getting words down for COTTA, and I am finally back on track with following the El Dorado plot line again! I managed to double the word count goal I had by 1am this morning, so all in all, a very productive month. So without further ado, here’s six(teen) sentences from that! Thanks for the tags @artsyunderstudy @theearlgreymage and @hushed-chorus (and anyone else if I’ve missed your posts!!)

Baz POV

“Get in the back,” he grunts, nodding at the truck. “I’ll cover you.”

“With what, Snow?”

“Just do it.”

No. I won’t leave him.

“They’ll shoot you on sight,” I say (I plead, I almost beg. Don’t make me face the thought of losing you, Simon). “I can’t get over there without your help,” I add. If there’s one thing I can count on right now, it’ll be Simon’s inner heroism.

“Bet you can,” he says, without thinking.

“Two shillings say I can’t.”

The challenge in my voice is enough to make him turn to glare at me. And knowing how much it irritates him, I cock an eyebrow and tilt my chin up to look down my nose at him.

Snow opens his mouth to argue but snaps it shut when we hear the Now Next almost at the corner we’ve just run around.

“You’re on.”

And then Jas also tagged me in a fic rec post, so here’s a few I’ve been enjoying recently!

Someone Wicked by @artsyunderstudy ([E, 53.9k, Carry On, complete]

I had the chance to beta read this fic with @cutestkilla and oh my God it was a rollercoaster of emotions and tender smut and I loved every single second of it!

Normal AU, complicated family relationships, religious guilt, chronic pain rep, escort Simon, this fic had me hooked from the second Ashton pitched it to me! It’s angsty and soft and emotional in all of the ways we’ve come to expect from her fics, and it ticks all of the boxes.

Ashton managed to tackle some really tough emotions and relationship dynamics in this one, and I don’t really want to say any more and risk spoiling any of it.

Check it out if you haven’t yet, but just remember it is explicit with plenty of on page smut/sex scenes!

More Than Friends by @fatalfangirl [E, 19.9k, Carry On, incomplete]

This fic updated today. It was a good day!

Simon and Baz are roommates, and having survived lockdown together their feelings are becoming much more than platonic. Both of them like the other, but neither is willing to compromise their friendship.

Another Normal AU, this time ‘friends with benefits’, featuring lots of unhealthy coping mechanisms, a sexually promiscuous Simon (which I for one am loving!), Baz as a writer, and some new tags that were added today (trigger warnings for mentions of past ab*se and panic attacks).

This fic is updating currently, and I cannot wait to see what Stacy has in store for the boys! (Again, it’s explicit, so minors begone!)

What Remains After the Storm by @hushed-chorus [M, 86.3k, Carry On, complete]

When I tell you this fic had (and still has) me in a fricken chokehold, that’s an understatement! I still think about this fic on a daily basis, and Demi’s writing is simply stunning.

A fantasy/historical fiction(ish) AU, with fae, curses, much pining, and plenty of cute goats.

Simon is a goatherd on the edge of a fishing town, and while he’s not entirely trusted by the townsfolk, he’s not outright despised either. He works the land, and always pays his tithe to the fae. Until he pulls something from the ocean. Or rather, someone. When Baz flees his fae captors and returns home, he and Simon have to work together to help him remember his humanity.

This fic. Oh. My. GOD! Every update had me on the edge of my seat. Do yourself a favour, and go and read this fic. Especially as Demi is considering writing more in the same AU!

Strictly Professional by @palimpsessed [E, 38.5k, Carry On, complete]

This fic completed a couple of days ago, and I didn’t have time to finish reading it until this morning, and my god was it worth the wait!

Simon is a new recruit at Baz’s firm, and he’s joined the company just in time for the professional conference. But not in time to get his own hotel room. Cue only one bed forced proximity fast burn get together!

This fic pays off so quickly in the best way possible! The emotions Pal has managed to get into such a short space of time for the boys is incredible, and had me so invested in this relationship! Baz trying to remain professional, Simon’s unabashed flirting, neither of them managing to keep their hands off each other. Again, every single box ticked!

The Selkie and his Boy by @hushed-chorus [T, 21.8k, Carry On, complete]

It’s very rare that I pick up a T or G rated SnowBaz fic. I usually go for M and above, but once again, Demi had me hook line and sinker with this one.

Every year, Baz and his family holiday in Cornwall (can I just say how much I love Demi’s writing about Cornwall? It’s so nice to see the South West represented in fic!! As a Dorset girl who holidayed a lot in Cornwall as a kid, I love this so much!). Everything goes to plan … most of the time. One year, he meets a boy with bronze hair and blue eyes that utterly captivates him, and who he expects to spend the whole summer getting to know.

But the boy never shows up the next day. Or the next. Or indeed for the next several years.

Flash forward seven years, and an embittered Baz finally meets Simon again, and finds out why Simon never came back all those years ago.

An AU where Simon is a selkie, Baz is still a vampire, and Mordelia is unabashedly sassy!

Tagging (for both SSS and fic recs): @artsyunderstudy @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @aristocratic-otter @palimpsessed @larkral @orange-peony @dragoneggos @prettylightsbigcity @stardustasincocaine @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ebbpettier @martsonmars @erzbethluna @hushed-chorus