#simon snow fanfiction

[artsyunderstudy]

Your Fragile Bones Are Mine

Rating: Explicit

Words: 40k

Chapters: 5/5

Summary:

The grounds around the gates of Watford are burnt. The dining hall stinks of magick. It's three months since the tumultuous end of seventh year—one lonely summer, and six more weeks in a lonelier room—and Baz is finally back. And Simon needs to know why.

[whatevertheweather]

So excited to share my collab with @cutestkilla for @carryon-reverse-bang! I was bouncing off the walls hoping I would be the one to get this concept, and it has been an absolute joy to work on!

Bait and Switch

(Rated T; Chapters 1/3)

I’m about to click Baz’s email when I hesitate. What if it’s a virus? Baz would send me a virus. He would disappear for weeks just to get me messed up and then send me magickal malware that will explode out of my laptop and level Mummers. That’s exactly something he would do, because he’d know. He’d know that even if the bloody subject line was “This Is A Virus,” I couldn’t resist. I would open it. I open it. - The Humdrum can’t get what he needs when Simon is too distracted by Baz’s disappearance to go off. He has to find a new way to get to him, and if Baz is the only thing that can hold Simon’s attention, well, the Humdrum can work with that. Probably.

Chapter 1

[iamamythologicalcreature]

COC Day 8 - "Sick"

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

Simon POV:

“I’m not sick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s different.”

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

“That’s barbaric, Snow.”

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

A pause. “I’m still not biting you.”

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

[prettygoododds]

Thanks for the tags @thewholelemon @ileadacharmedlife @youarenevertooold @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @roomwithanopenfire @shrekgogurt & @hushed-chorus I was beyond blown away seeing all the tags!

Good news, I worked on the hockey fic this week and I've got a good idea of the direction I want it to go. Now to just put those thoughts to paper...

But here's six (maybe more) of the already freed sentences:

“Now for real, it’s great you’re all heart eyes at each other, but what I’ve been dying to know���” Agatha smiles at me and raises her eyebrows up and down in an obscene manner. “How IS he?” “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” “Oh fuck off! I’ve seen him do his warm-ups and surely those hips don’t lie.” I look out onto the bay again, my face hotter than a tea kettle. “I will neither confirm nor deny…anything.” “You’re no fun. Simon at least gave me a little,” she says, leaning back in her chair in a pout. “You talked to Simon?” “Yes, and don’t look at me like that. He was annoyingly stingy with info as well. All he’d say is you moved more like a figure skater than a hockey player.”

Hockey warmups below. Hockeytok is a dangerous rabbit hole. Skate lightly.

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[theimpossibledemon]

Three Months or 3,000 Miles

Today some posh git brought in an MG, forest green, soft top. Lovely original paint that's clearly been sitting out in a carpark somewhere for years just being rained on.

And that's not the worst of it. Because this car must have been running on wishes and good luck for the last six thousand miles. When I asked him where they'd been having it looked after, he said: "Honestly I don't know if Fiona ever brought it into a shop."

I held out hope. Perhaps Fiona was his senile gran. Perhaps Fiona couldn't remember where she'd taken it, or didn't keep the papers, or her friendly neighbor cleaned the spark plugs and injectors and topped up the coolant and the engine oil.

Then I opened the bonnet.

It’s here! Happy CORB to those who celebrate! @carryon-reverse-bang

Thank you so much to @larkral for taking my very loose concept and bringing it to life it such an amazing fic!

Also many thanks to mods @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @angelsfalling16 for all your hard work!!

[c0nsumemy5oul]

BIG SHOUTOUT TO @artsyunderstudy FOR THEIR AMAZING FIC!

She finally finished Someone Wicked, so for those who only read completed stuff, go read it right now! It's fantastic!

Literally art. I love it so much. And also love the actual art. She's so talented.

Thanks Ashton! You're a gift to the fandom <33

Also hope you don't mind me promoting it. I just loved it so much :]

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Thanks for this but I'm not waiting for him to be middle-aged. Depicts Specky Simon waiting for his bf after his exam with a fortifying drink (mocha breve)

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[taubenschlag94]

CHAPTER 3 Batchelor of Love

a female SnowBaz fanfiction,

university AU, friends to lovers, pining,

[sailorblossoms]

Love Song For A Vampire 

Rating: Mature

Words: 6498

Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

A mysterious dark flower invades Baz and Simon’s home, trapping them inside illusions designed to break them. It whispers poisoned thoughts. It feeds on pain. It’ll eat until there’s nothing left.

[internetcowboi]

The Boy and the Summoned

A @carry-on-big-bang​ fic and art collab with art by @ic3-que3n​! 

Rating: Mature (will likely increase in later chapters) Word Count: 4.2k posted, ~30k total  Canon divergence/alternate timeline, Demon!Simon, Human!Baz, Vampire!Natasha, slow burn, strangers to hesitant allies to friends to lovers

Summary:

What Baz wants is a relaxing university break visiting his family in Hampshire. What he wants is to help his pregnant step-mother around the manor; to braid his little sister's hair; to avoid his father's awkward questions about his future plans; to (maybe) kick his smoking habit.Instead, what Baz gets is a magickal ring, a (surprisingly fit) demon, and a problem to solve.

Excerpt: 

I’m dreaming. I know that I’m dreaming, because the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is kissing me. I think it’s humanly impossible to be this gorgeous. My fingers are tangled in bronze curls. Between kisses I catch flashes of his blue eyes staring up at me from beneath hooded eyelids doused in thick lashes. There is a freckle or mole on his skin for every star in the sky above us. I’m so happy I could burst open. I could let the river inside of me flood the world, and I wouldn’t care because I have this man in my arms. I’d drown us all for him. He’s hot, temperature-wise, and it’s making sweat drip from my hairline to my cheek. He licks it away, but not with his tongue- with fog. He’s turned to fog, black and thick and all-consuming. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I sink into his embrace as he settles over every inch of my skin at once, and it’s worth every moment of oxygen deprivation.I lean in, deeper and deeper and I’m tumbling through a hole. I’m falling fast, and there’s no ground in sight. There’s just a hole, endless, swallowing me—

[12raccoonsinadress]

Sooo Tumblr is being funky and my drafts won't let me edit them anymore? So that's wild. I'm gonna go for a

~ Fresh Start ~

So I'm just going to clear out my graveyard of drafts and reopen requests! Feel free to request again if yours got purged :/ Sorry ~ 💚

[artsyunderstudy]

A Mild Case of Madness

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Rating: Mature Words:  22,610 Chapters: 2/3 

Summary:

Baz has a hopeless crush. Simon had no idea his roommate was into blokes. Neither of them is coping in a healthy manner. Cue romance.

[whatevertheweather]

Red Flags

(Rated T; Chapters 2/2)

Summary:

Baz Pitch is something fucking else. Simon is going spare over it. Like, actually spare. He can’t remember what he used to do with himself. Give more than twenty percent of his attention to work? Watch trashy television? Eat? Sleep? Wank? It has become his singular purpose in life to end his day wrapped around Baz. He wants to lay around gnawing on him like a dog with a bone. He wants to leave a mouse on his doormat like a bloody house cat. Simon and Baz meet at a party. There are some red flags to figure out.

Read from the beginning

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Six Sentence Sunday/Creative Proof of Life

Thanks for the tags, @alexalexinii, @shrekgogurt, and @that-disabled-princess!

This WIP post is basically a proof of life statement. I can't believe it's been over a month since I posted Chapter 1 of the Haunting of Simon Snow. I'm so overdue for chapter 2, BUT... instead I finished writing the rough draft. I've been attempting to outline, because when I rough a draft, I really rough it up. Ahem.

So I have been working on it, even if there is zero evidence on AO3 as of yet.

How about some sentences? I haven't sliced up chapters yet, so not sure if this is from chapter two or three, but here's a snippet of Simon on the phone with Penny expressing some smooshy sentiments:

I curl up on the couch a bit more, maneuvering myself so my wings aren’t crushed. “I went flying last night,” I confess then, in quiet tones. Like someone might hear me. “You— Oh, but… You can’t! What if someone sees you?” I can actually hear her biting her lip. She wants to spell my problems away, and she can’t. “But I can,” I say, smiling a bit more. “There’s no one around for acres. No one will even willingly drive here on account of the house being haunted. It’s empty. And I’m flying at night.” I say flying in the present tense and realize I fully intend to fly again tonight.

Penny huffs. Her specialty. “I don’t like it.” “I do,” I say easily, warming up to explaining, hoping she’ll understand. “It’s so freeing, Pen. Like the weight of the world can’t hold me down, anymore. I feel… It’s like… It’s like I’m closer to the stars. Like I’m close to stirring up the milky way.” I let out a sigh, my eyes closing as I drop my head back, indulging in that recent memory. “I don’t hate it as much, when I’m up there. You know?” There’s a few seconds of silence, and I open my eyes again. “Pen?” “Hate what?” she asks quietly.

(just in case you were worried I wouldn't be including angst...)

Bit more info on my progress (maybe some whinging) and tags and hellos below the cut!

Fun facts about my ineffecient writing process:

I spent more than one or two hours clearing asterisks from my rough draft this morning. (Because discord has trained me to do *this* when I write instead of this.) Because I'm trying to listen to my draft via screen readers, but it keeps sounding like "asterisk-impossible-star-fuck me" (that's my favorite one honestly, it's supposed to read "Impossible. Fuck me.") which is really annoying (more often than amusing). ANYWAY… what this has revealed to me is that I use "Fuck" a lot, as well as "So good." Ahem. Take from that what you will.

BTW, I'm sure there's an easier way to do that than manually. Please don't tell me for at least a few days, or I might lose it. I am but a mortal being, with a tattered heart and patience worn thin. (Or something.)

OKAY. It's been awhile since I did one of these posts. Time really flies. Gonna give this list my best shot, but as always, open to any who want to participate! (Also adding some new names in for the new year so this is sort of my "Gee I hope this is cool with you" super long tag list. If you'd rather not be tagged, just drop me a missive to that effect!)

@leithillustration @prettygoododds @rimeswithpurple @artsyunderstudy @blackberrysummerblog @hushed-chorus @nightimedreamersworld @best--dress @whatevertheweather @ileadacharmedlife @scribble-tier @imagineacoolusername @brilla-brilla-estrellita @alleycat0306 @angelsfalling16 @fatalfangirl @erzbethluna @tender-ministrations @anxious-m3ss @ebbpettier @bubble-gumhead @facewithoutheart @bazzybelle @theimpossibledemon @aristocratic-otter @mooncello @cutestkilla @annabellelux @ic3-que3n @j-nipper-95 @letraspal @messofthejess @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @supercutedinosaurs @theearlgreymage @thewholelemon @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @bookish-bogwitch @martsonmars @orange-peony @mostlymaudlin @stardustasincocaine @confused-bi-queer

Lastly, quick note/question. Tumblr seems to be remiss in informing me when I've been tagged in other posts. Is this a common issue?

[thewriterxj]

Look at this amazing art that XIVZ created for Unfinished Business!

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[headless-angel-writes]

I Woke Up In Your Arms

Summary: Baz and Simon decide to spend the whole day in bed.

The characters belong to Rainbow Rowell

Words: 453

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43387518

@carryon-countdown​

Day

Sometimes, when Baz woke up and realized that Simon Snow was with him, he felt like crying because of how happy he was. There wasn't a better feeling in the world than to be embraced by his arms, wings, and tail. ( Thanks to Crowley for the extra limbs. They allowed Simon to have more ways to cuddle him). Being there, he felt like nothing in the world could hurt him.

He remembered the first night they spent together, after the kiss in the woods. That time he couldn't relax. He feared that the magic of that moment would end as soon as the sun would rise. He tried to memorize the feeling of being snuggled with Simon. He thought it would be one of those once-in-a-lifetime things.

Now, sometime later, things were very different. His fear of Simon leaving was gone. He was trying, they were both trying. He had all eternity to enjoy being in Simon's arms.

It was strange that he woke up before his lover, but it didn't matter. Baz hid his face in one of Simon's wings. He placed little kisses on them until he felt Simon begin to wake up, mumbling something. He cut off his emerging words with a kiss that was immediately returned.

Today was Saturday; if they wished, they could stay in bed all day.

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Night

Baz's lips, his kisses, were the one thing that wasn't ever enough for Simon. They could spend hours kissing and he'd still want more. Just like today.

All day they'd been in bed. It started with simple kisses and gentle caresses and culminated in lovemaking. It was passionate and domestic at the same time. Simon even didn't forget to eat. It wasn't important. (He only did when, after a short nap, Baz brought him sandwiches. They did it again after that.) All he thought about was being with Baz.

They were lying down, resting after the intense day they'd had. Baz was rubbing his back, making him shiver and leaving a warm trail where his fingers ran. Simon felt himself being overcome by sleep, but he didn't want to fall asleep without seeing, once again, Baz's face.

The only light was coming from the moon's pouring into the room. Thanks to this he could see him. His features, under the moonlight, looked even more attractive than they already were. Simon felt like he was looking at a work of art. He gasped at the sight.

Then he noticed that Baz was about to open his mouth. No, this wasn't time for words. Simon liked actions better anyway. Even though his lips were bruised enough already, he kissed Baz.

And he kept kissing him until he collapsed from sleep.

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Hello!

This is very short. Today's prompt was song lyrics. I based this drabble on "Amanecí en tus brazos" by José Alfredo Jiménez.

Here is the most LGBT version I found of the song: https://youtu.be/-J0LQ49vSGk

And there here is a translated version of the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcjBLfGfunw

Thank you very much for reading!

Ciao!