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forabeatofadrum · 2 months

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Wahoo, hello~!!!!! Thanks @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tag!! GOD hi I am tired but also in a weird mood. For the ones who might've missed: I had a lil vacation and went to London to see Hadestown. It was a lot of fun, and we also got last minute Hamilton tickets. I also jokingly said to someone that it was "London, of Carry On fame", but to be honest, fandom was on my mind a lot.

My mum and I went to Chelsea for a restaurant she wanted to try out and yes, okay, Fiona really is rich, huh? It's also so hard to grasp that London really is that big. Yes, Baz lives with Fiona in Chelsea and Simon and Penny move to Camberwell. Close by, right? It's both in London, right? RIGHT?

We also visited Soho, which I know from sconey's fic The Gay Bar (lol) and I almost convinced mum to check out Mayfair, for Lady Ruth, but she was too tired (fair, I dragged her along everywhere). Mayfair felt easier than, you know, Hackney Wick, since that is also on the other side of London. Jeez.

I also went back to Waterstones Picadilly (... several times), which is where I first met Simon and Baz in 2013, because that's where I bought Fangirl!

Funnily enough, the Myosotis series, aka a Klaine fic, was also on my mind a lot. In Myosotis sylvatica, you learn that Pret a Manger is EVERYWHERE in New York (I think it bought Starbucks?? Don't quote me on it.) (I know it's my own fic, but it's been a while.) and I did that because I was inspired by the massive amount of Pret a Manger in London. Also, yes, I went to this city for Hadestown. Shout out to, uh, me, for replanning the entire timeline of Myosotis verna so that Kurt and Blaine could go to Hadestown on their first date.

Also, I am obsessed with Chinatown and YES it made me think of the struggles of 吃了吗? again but HEY the hotpot that I talked about last week ended up being amazing! Also, close to Chinatown is the theatre that hosts Magic Mike Live, which played a big role in my Snowbaz textfic.

If you're still reading this, hi, hello, my banner wasn't lying. Here are the six sentences you were waiting for. Matty Chris D. is still kicking around:

It all started with the Humdrum sending magickal monkeys to disrupt the welcome picnic. I’m actually quite afraid of monkeys. When I was a kid a monkey had escaped from the zoo and this asshole at primary school kept telling everyone that this monkey would kill us. So I am glad I wasn’t there. It would feel like the Humdrum would’ve sent them to torture me personally, which is ridiculous, because I am so unimportant I have trouble believing that the Humdrum knows I exist. The Humdrum is clearly obsessed with Simon Snow and boy, I am no Chosen One.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @cerriddwenluna @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @that-disabled-princess @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @cutestkilla @wellbelesbian @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @whatevertheweather @theotherhufflepuff @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @esilher @kurtsascot @blackberrysummerblog @nightimedreamersghost

#six sentence sunday #tagged in

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roomwithanopenfire · 1 month

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An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

I'm really late but this is such a fun idea to just do the whole ask game at once instead of crossing your fingers and hoping for asks. Thanks for tagging me @shrekgogurt @run-for-chamo-miles @valeffelees @prettygoododds and @monbons, I really enjoyed learning more about your wips!

🦈 Tell us the name of one of your WIP(s)

Proof of Life is the one I'm currently posting, and then I have my COBB fic that I've been severely neglecting.

🍄 Describe one of your WIPs in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

angsty Baz + protective Simon = the self indulgent fic of my dreams

🌍 What tags or warnings will your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Idk if theres any super specific warnings, it's kind of an angst fic all around and like Baz goes through it, angst, emotional abuse, and Baz's kidnapping

🧭 An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

Proof of Life has 3 different parts to it and I briefly considered splitting it up into 3 parts which would have been called (in order) Before the First Light, Sun Coming Up, and Colour Erupts.

⚠️ Which WIP you’re most likely to finish or update next?

New Proof of Life chapter coming tomorrow, I have the draft all made easy to post from vacation.

💾 What is the document of your WIP called? (Not the story title, but what you’ve saved it as.)

It's Proof of Life Draft Two but draft one is still called Snowbaz Long Oneshot (its over 75k).

🖍 Post any sentence from your WIP

The Catacombs were dark, damp, and cold, a verifiable maze of tunnels, and—like my mother had said—a breeding ground for rats.

♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP

There's only one big scrapped idea but telling you about that would be spoilers. But originally the one thing was going to be an open ended oneshot which definitely didn't happen, sooo, maybe that counts as a scrapped idea

🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

So many. I have a like Rapunzel type/Royal AU I've been rotating in my brain and with my Natasha Lives AU I've been thinking "What would have happened if Natasha lived AND was Turned?" so I'll probably do something with that some time.

🤡 How many WIPs are you actively working on?

Proof of Life and my COBB fic for Snowbaz, and then an exchange fic and big bang fic for a different fandom (stranger things)

🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I signed up for too many things so maybe a little bit of struggle with balancing everything but once school's done for the summer in four ish weeks I'll have so much time to catch up

❤️ Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

🥰🥰🥰

Not tagging anyone because I'm so late and I'm sure most everyone has already done this but if you haven't please consider this your tag, I'd love to see it!!

#ask game #tag game #my writing #proof of life #snowbaz fanfiction #carry on rainbow rowell

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facewithoutheart · 1 year

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GOOD MORNING! Another WIPSday of posting on Japanese time, so I’ll kick this off; I’m kind like that.

Writing side note: I don’t know why I always get inspired to write “On Love’s Light Wings” when on vacation but I guess don’t question the source of inspiration? Also shout out to everyone who’s still reading this. I don’t blame anyone who’s holding out until I finish (see: my reading style) but every one of your comments really made me smile.

Also, this fic has been such a struggle for me. It’s apparently really hard to write someone else’s vision (this is my CORB fic) (also insert “I’m not shocked” face re: it’s hard to write an idea that’s not yours lol), and my plans about how to end this have shifted in huge ways over time. I was asking myself today: what even is the point of this fic? But honestly… what’s the point of any SnowBaz fic? GETTING THEM TOGETHER! So that’s my motivation moving forward lol. Hope it’s a nice balm for all the angsty shit I’ve been writing recently.

We’re getting into spoiler territory so here’s some context-less sentences:

What are you, Simon? Besides mine?

If I have to fuck magic awake, well. I’m not opposed.

There’s got to be a sexier word for conduit.

Sadly, this fic is staying rated T.

Tags! @raenestee, @artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @shrekgogurt, @ileadacharmedlife, @sillyunicorn, @aristocratic-otter, @bazzybelle

#wipsday #wip wednesday #snowbaz #fanfic #on love’s light wings #carry on reverse bang

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 2 years

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Get to Know Me Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @cutestkilla I loved reading your answers 💜

Relationship status: Married for nine years. Hubs and I got married on our 10 year dating anniversary. We started dating when we were 17. So yeah, we’ve been together a long ass time.

Favorite color: Green, and any shade thereof. My eyes are green, so it’s been my fave since I was a kid.

Favorite food: I love bread, though I try to eat less of it now as I get older, as it doesn’t do my body good. Also coffee, cheese and chocolate make life worth living sometimes.

Song stuck in your head: I’m going to pretend it’s not a theme song from kiddo’s cartoon and say Age of Consent by New Order because I adore that song and it came on while watching Paper Girls the other night. (Just started this show and loved the first two episodes.)

Last thing you Googled: “Exit, pursued by a bear.” Was beta reading for @whatevertheweather last night and she used it for a spell and I sadly did not know the reference. Now I do!

Time: 11:05 am

Dream Trip: I would really like to get over my fear of traveling to a non-English speaking country. I’ve only ever picked English speaking locations for vacations for fear of getting lost or not being able to communicate. The only exception was three days in Paris as part of a school trip where we went to London first, and the embarrassment I felt every time I had to ask someone if they spoke English is probably what’s fueling this fear. I live within driving distance of Mexico and have never been, despite taking Spanish in school for years. So yeah, some day I’d like to go to the Mediterranean and just chill if I need to use my phone for help. Or even Mexico. It’s right there!

Last book you read: I’ve got about an hour left of Reputation by Lex Chroucher and am enjoying it. The audiobook narrator does a fantastic job.

Last book you enjoyed reading: Going to pick a different book here and say Boyfriend Material.(Also loved the audiobook narration!) (Very much looking forward to Husband Material!) @bookish-bogwitch crafted an amazing ending bingo for it and I’m SO ready!

Last book you hated reading: I am slogging through the last Mirror Visitor book. I’ve been reading a few pages at a time for months and it is just so slow and boring. I devoured the first three and I can’t tell if Snowbaz brain rot is affecting my engagement or if it’s truly that bad. I turned my friend on to these books and he’s been anxiously waiting to talk to me about the last one and I just…can’t muster the will to read it for longer than ten minutes at a time. RIP. I also hated the narrator who read House on the Cerrulean Sea, so I abandoned that one even though everyone adores that book. Oh well!

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Cookies, scones, bars, pies. I never bake unless it’s a holiday because I can’t control myself if I make something like this and then have a massive amount there. I used to love cooking soups, stir fries and casseroles but having picky children turn their noses up at something I spent an hour or more making really makes me hate cooking these days. The 7 year old is getting more adventurous but the 3 year old hates dinners on principle so I phone it in a lot.

Favorite craft to do in your spare time: Spare time? What is this you speak of? I am not super crafty. I’ve tried a few things over the years but usually abandon these hobbies after a few attempts. I’m frankly shocked I’m still writing fic almost a year later because hobbies don’t usually stick for me. Does weeding and gardening count as crafting? It’s almost an art right? I do like being out in the sun with my hands in the dirt and seeing the way my yard evolves.

Most niche dislikes: This is a fun question. I doubt my dislikes are very niche. I hate the feeling of like a stray hair on my arm or wrapped around a finger. I dislike cilantro. I have a hard time watching a kid attempt a task that is far above their skill level. Watching them struggle when they are almost about to succeed is a joy but watching say, a kid try to open something you know they literally can’t drives me mad. Just give it to me so I can do it and we can move on!

Opinions on circuses, now and in history: What a weird question. Never been to a circus. Closest was a Cirque du Soleil performance which was amazing. I like books about circuses like Water for Elephants and Night Circus. That’s all I got. I feel like this question is trying to get you to say circuses in the past (maybe also now) are bad because of the way they treat animals. And like, you make that decision yourself. You don’t need me to tell you what to think.

Do you have a sense of direction, if not what is the worst way you’ve gotten lost: If I am with someone else I will often miss a turn from chatting and not paying attention so the other person’s ability to co-pilot is critical. I followed @fatalfangirl around in Vegas and just assumed they knew what was up. (Lol sorry I wasn’t helpful!) If I’m by myself I can usually focus and manage. I often have dreams of needing to get somewhere and just not fucking managing because a thousand obstacle get in the way. Worst gotten lost story: some friends and I in our early 20s miscalculated how long it would take to float down a river. We found ourselves with slowly deflating rafts, while it got dark, with no flashlights, and the river had turned away from the roads. We tried to beach our rafts and walk but found a bear instead. Oops, back in the rafts we went. Then we made it to a dam that we had to get out and walk around but we couldn’t find the path, only a path going the other way to the highway so we ditched our boats and followed the path in the dark, ignoring sounds of wildlife. Finally made it to the road and got picked up by a very nice older couple who probably took pity on us because we looked like their kids or something. When we went back to get our boats the next day the path around the dam was very easy to find by the light of day and we were like…a 20 minute float from our campsite LOL. Good times. I can laugh about it now but it was Not Fun when it was happening.

Tagging @fatalfangirl @whatevertheweather @bookish-bogwitch @moodandmist @aristocratic-otter @facewithoutheart @raenestee @martsonmars @sillyunicorn no pressure, only if you want to! 💜

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taramemberence · 1 year

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The Heart Line: COC 2022 MASTERPOST

All my chapters are actually all in the same spot, but I think having a list of them all with summaries would be better. That way there'd actually be a reason to click on a fic with no summary on ao3.

Day 1: The End

"This can't be the end."

Set after WS and before AWTWB. Simon is stuck to the sofa.

the rest of the descriptions are under the cut. the ones highlighted in pink are my personal favorites.

Day 2: AU - The Tingly Thing

"Don't tell them about the tingly thing."

Spider-Man meets Fangirl meets Carry On. A rewrite of the scene in No Way Home where MJ and Ned summon two different Peter Parker's.

Day 3: Expectations

"Still, Aunt Fiona keeps provoking him, and he keeps taking the bait, and the car is still sitting in the driveway, and neither of them can seem to see that I'm about to be back in that coffin again."

Simon finds out about the rule about who is allowed to sit in the front seat, and Baz has a panic attack.

Day 4: Cake

"We see smoke coming out of the oven again."

Simon and Penny make multiple attempts to bake Baz a cake for his birthday.

Day 5: Bloodlines

"If he never does it again, I want this to be the one good memory."

Baz finds himself at his mother's grave, feeling lost and suicidal. Simon finds him.

Day 6: Side/Alternative Ship - A World Without You

"Whatever happened between us, I'm going to need him to look past it and come back to me. I don't want to live a life without him."

Baz has a nightmare where Simon never survived America and he ended up staying there with Lamb.

Day 7: Veil - Love Me And Let Go

"I was the only one cursed to this life. Everyone I've ever loved and cared for is gone."

Simon has passed away, Visiting Baz every twenty years when the Veil lifts.

Day 8: Lyrics - End Game

"I wanna be your endgame," I tell him. He lifts his head, and his sleepy eyes meet mine.

"Simon, you already are."

Simon tries to analyze lyrics to a Taylor Swift song, and Baz is just trying to sleep.

Day 9: Staff

"I've insisted that it's probably just a product of growing older, but he disagrees. He's convinced that he's dying."

Simon takes a trip to the Wing and Knee specialist.

Day 10: Angst

"Shut up, Baz! Stop it!" He cries. This isn't enough. I'm not doing enough. Please Simon, forgive me later. Please.

Baz hurts Simon in order to save himself.

Day 11: WLW - Keep

"She's wrapping her arms around me, rocking me from side to side."

Fiona comes out to Baz and Simon.

Day 12: Devour

"I'm cold. He keeps insisting that it's warmer in the water, but I don't think I believe him."

Simon and Baz go on vacation together, and Baz has been lying about feeding. He hasn't fed.

Day 13: Devotion

"He pulls back and checks my face, wiping under my eyes again, hiding the evidence that I ever cried tonight."

All Baz wants to do is dance with his boyfriend at his father's New Year's party.

Day 14: Cryptid

"I kept insisting that I wasn't insane. Baz said I'm not insane."

Simon starts to have hallucinations.

Day 15: Fluff

"I wake up to Simon licking my face."

Snowbaz being cute and lazy in bed.

Day 16: Bridge

"I like myself better, knowing I'm carrying a part of him with me everywhere I go."

A continuation of chapter 13, but can stand alone. Simon pays attention to Baz's nose.

Day 17: Match

"I think I still have yet to find something that I wouldn't do for him."

Simon and Baz wear matching Christmas sweaters.

Day 18: Shepherd

"Shepard, of course, thought it was a brilliant idea. He's a complete buffoon, just like Simon."

Simon and Shepard dress as shepherds.

Day 19: Heal

"I gently touch his shoulders where his skin isn't mangled. I rub my fingers over his soft skin, leaning in to press a kiss there."

Baz still has bullets in his chest, so Simon does his best to take care of him.

Day 20: Fangs

"I'd bite my hand to stifle the sounds I'm making, but my fangs have dropped and I don't want to pierce my skin."

Every year, Baz has nightmares on the night of his mother's death.

Day 21: First Snow

"He puts his scarf back, covering my nose and mouth again. His face is red. I don't think it's because of the cold."

Simon and Baz go for a walk in the snow.

Day 22: Ritual

"The Mage carries me to my bed and sets me down, leaving without a word. It's okay. The look on his face is more than enough."

The Mage sends Simon on another mission only for Baz to pick up the pieces when he comes home.

Day 23: Hurt/Comfort - Bottom Of The Ocean

"I'd never leave you," I promise him softly, "even if it took me out with you, I would never let you die alone."

Simon and Baz are caught in a battle that leads to a fight for Baz's life under the water.

Day 24: Showers

"He makes it better. Even though I’m not feeling better, he makes it better."

Baz is in the shower when all the memories catch up to him.

Day 25: Sleep

"I can just break his heart while he hears how broken I am. I'll let him decide if he wants to try and fix me afterward."

A nightmare wakes Baz from his sleep.

#coc 2022 #carry on countdown #this will get finished eventually #but it's the middle of january so here it is unfinished #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #carry on #the simon snow triilogy #wayward son #any way the wind blows #WS / AWTWB #penelope bunce #agatha wellbelove #shepard love #also if you decide to read any of these #chapter 13 is the best

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kraken-llamas · 6 years

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Vacation

Tyrannous Basilton Grimm-Pitch doesn’t know how to fucking relax.

They’re all at a lovely beach, the sun is shining, the water is sparkling, and Baz looks like he’s sitting uncomfortably close to a smelly person on the train. All tense shoulders and legs tucked together, hands clasped in his lap. Even his expression is all scrunched up in more general distaste than usual.

Penny and Micah are swimming out in the water, splashing and laughing and flirting. Simon was hanging out with them, but when he glanced back at the beach, he saw his boyfriend sitting despondently under the umbrella, his shirt and shoes still on, lanky body tucked up onto a towel.

So Simon returns to the shore, shaking water from his bronze curls and coming to stand in front of Baz, purposefully dripping water onto his grey feet.

“You wanna come swim? The water feels great.” He says, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his back.

Baz glares at him, scooting out of the splash zone of his sopping boyfriend. “How could I swim when you brought the whole bloody ocean with you, Snow.”

Honestly, most things today are a pro rather than a con for Baz. His snarkiness isn’t totally justified.

The beach is beautiful, and the water does look nice to swim in. And Simon Snow in nothing but swim trunks and a smile is a thing to behold, truly. Tawny skin glowing in the sun, water sprinkled over it like someone placed individual diamonds among his freckles and moles. And Crowley, his eyes and hair are just radiant against the water and in the sun. But that’s the problem.

The sun.

The sun usually only bothers Baz in the mornings, mostly because he doesn’t like mornings. He supposes his eyes are just more sensitive to it than most people. You know, people who don’t have to drink blood to survive.

And that’s just it isn’t it? Baz and the fucking sun. He can wear sunglasses to take care of the eye sensitivity, but there’s just something about his skinny, lifelessly grey body being shown off in this sunny paradise that makes his insides twist and squirm anxiously.

He can see Bunce and her American boyfriend out in the water, their skin vibrant in the sun, two complementing shades of brown. And then there’s Snow, whose name does not match his skin tone at all. Simon looks like sunshine itself is beaming out of him.

Baz looks like a sad black and white film character next to them. He looks like he hasn’t seen the light of day for twelve years. He looks like a fucking vampire.

Which is why he hasn’t left the shade of the umbrella or taken off his shirt since they got here. He didn’t partake in the building of the small sandcastle city a few meters away from the umbrella, and he didn’t help Micah and Penny bury Simon in the sand. (Which had been a hilarious activity, as Simon’s wings and tail and squirming made it twice as more difficult than it should have been.)

The truly sad thing was, they were alone on this particular stretch of beach, and even around his boyfriend, who had giant red dragon wings and a fucking cartoon devil’s tail, Baz felt like the freak. Bunce wouldn’t judge, Baz knew that. And although he didn’t know Micah all that well, he seemed like a nice person. And Simon never cared about it after he realized Baz wasn’t going to drink all his blood and kill him. In fact, Simon thought Baz’s fangs were “wicked” and never seemed to mind his greyness.

Baz is the one holding himself back, and he knows it. But he can’t quite bring himself to push himself out of his own head and just enjoy the holiday at the beach.

Simon plops down on the dry sand beside Baz’s towel, still in the sun. “You okay?” He asks, squinting at Baz in a mixture of concern and the sun in his eyes.

Baz pretends to be totally indifferent. Insecure? Him? Of course not. He’s a Pitch. He has magic and fire running through his veins, he is totally not feeling like he should have just stayed at home.

Reaching around him to grab a water bottle from the cooler, Simon drips more water onto Baz, dampening his shirt a little. He smells like saltwater and sunscreen and that delicious sweet brown scent only Baz can pick up with his enhanced sense of smell.

“Stop dripping on me, Snow.” Baz snaps.

In response, Simon rapidly shakes out his hair like a dog, spraying water everywhere. Baz should have expected that.

“You should come swim.” Simon insists again, cracking open his water bottle and taking a long swig. “Then we could have enough people for chicken fights.”

Baz rolls his eyes and sneers a little. “What are you, twelve years old?”

Simon just shrugs. “I’m on holiday. And so are you. So pull the stick out of your arse and come play.”

“I don’t have a stick up my ass, Snow. I just don’t feel like getting a sunburn.”

Simon tilts his head to the side in thought. “Can vampires get sunburn?”

Baz doesn’t know, he just knows he doesn’t want to leave the safety of his spot under the umbrella. He doesn’t want to see his sickly pale chest in comparison to Simon’s golden one.

“Just put on sunblock and come out for a swim. You can swim, right?”

“Yes, I can fucking swim. I just dont want to.” Baz says, crossing his arms over his chest. He actually does want to swim. Even in the shade the day is warm, and a dip in the cool water would be pleasant.

Simon tugs on the sleeve of his tee shirt, smiling that infuriatingly pretty smile. “C’mon. Before the tide goes out.” He climbs to his feet and takes Baz’s hands, trying to pull him up. Baz makes his body go limp, refusing to move.

Simon let’s go of Baz’s hands after a few more useless attempts at getting him to stand, but in no way does he give up. He’s going to get Baz to enjoy this holiday, whether Baz wants to or not.

He has a vague idea of what’s got Baz all worked up. He knows that sometimes, Baz hesitates taking off his shirt around Simon. But Baz is beautiful and he deserves to have fun, so Simon isn’t going to let his insecurities ruin that.

So it is with the best intentions that Simon walks down to where the waves lap onto the shore and takes a huge glob of wet sand. Baz is too busy brooding to see it coming, and is helpless to stop Simon as he slaps the wet sand onto Baz’s perfect raven hair and scrubs it in like shampoo.

“SNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Baz shrieks, swatting Simon’s scheming hands away. He can feel water dripping down his neck and back, feel the grittiness of the sand on his scalp.

Simon dusts sand off his hands and smiles brightly at Baz. “Come swim. I think you have a little sand in your hair.”

Baz’s eye twitches, and that’s the only warning Simon gets before he lunges for him—a snarled “You’re so dead, Snow”—and then Simon is shrieking and running towards the water, Baz hot on his tail (literally).

Simon giggles maniacally as he gallops into the water. Baz is right behind him, swearing and promising to kill Simon as soon as he gets his hands on him.

They reach Penny and Micah, and Simon darts behind his best friend and uses her as a human shield against Baz’s wrath.

“Hey Simon, Baz.” Penny greets them nonchalantly, raising a brow at Baz’s sandy head. She doesn’t need to ask what happened. Micah struggles to hold back from laughing at the situation. He hasn’t seen Baz since third year when he transferred to Watford, and while he doesn’t know exactly how or why he and Simon got together after years of rivalry, he can’t argue that their back and forth as a couple isn’t entertaining.

“Bunce, if you would kindly move aside so I can drown my boyfriend, it would be much appreciated.” Baz says through his teeth, glaring daggers at Simon, who ducks lower behind Penny’s shoulder, still giggling.

Penny shrugs and wades away from Simon, knowing that Baz wouldn’t hurt him for the world. The worst Baz does is splash Simon in the face and curse at him a few more times.

“You are unbelievable, Snow.” Baz grumbles, running his hands through his hair with water to try and get rid of the sand embedded in the dark waves.

“Yeah, but I got you out here.” Simon points out. Baz realizes that he’s waist deep in water, and his annoyance grows.

“And you accuse me of plotting.” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. Now that he’s in the water, there’s no point in going back, even if it does let Simon win. At least he still has his shirt on, since his dignity was left on the beach.

Simon floats onto his back and let’s his wings splay our around him, an extra balance. “See, Baz? This is fun!” He says too loudly, water filling his ears.

Out of spite, Baz presses his hand to Simon’s forehead and pushes him underwater. He comes back up sputtering and swearing, but it’s worth letting it happen to see Baz smile for the first time today.

After wiping the water out of his eyes, Simon starts chanting “Chicken fight, chicken fight, chicken fight,” until the others give in.

Micah laughs and kneels in the water to let Penny climb onto his shoulders, and Simon aims his bright smile at Baz until he lets him get on his shoulders.

Simon’s warm, muscular thighs around Baz’s neck make his annoyance at being forced into the water lessen just a little. And he feels a twisted satisfaction when Simon inevitably gets knocked over into the water by Penny (she is relentlessly cunning, even in something as simple as chicken fights).

Eventually, they tire of playing and return to the beach to dry off and eat lunch. Simon devours three sandwiches Penny packed just for him, and he coaxes Baz to eat in front of Penny and Micah.

And Crowley, Baz wants to be pissed at Simon. He wants to exact revenge and put sand in his hair, and make fun of the way seaweed is clinging to his tail. But Simon looks like a sun god, water droplets in his stubby lashes catching the light and skin just glowing in the sun. And he’s smiling and laughing and he’s Simon Snow. Baz just wants to kiss him.

Simon sees Baz looking at him and smiles through the food in his mouth (revolting) and then takes Baz’s hand in his. Simon’s hands are pruney, and gritty sand is pressed between their palms.

Simon doesn’t let go for the rest of the day. They go swimming again, and he holds onto Baz. They have a bonfire on the beach, wrapped in blankets and towels and roasting weiners. Baz uses his magic to start the fire, but his free hand stays in Simon’s.

At some point, Simon bumps his shoulder against Baz’s to get his attention.

“What is it, Snow?” Baz asks softly. The stars are out and the ocean is silvery and soothing. The group is bathed in firelight. Penny is taking about some obscure magical fact with Micah, who hangs off her every word.

“You finally having a fun holiday?” Simon asks, half-smiling at Baz. He earnestly waits for an answer. He’s been desperately trying to get Baz to have fun. Starting swimming races, finding sand dollars and hermit crabs underwater, starting a game of football (which was harder than expected on account of the sand).

Baz is caught off guard, realizing that he stopped being miserable a good while ago. Like always, Snow is a glorious distraction from his own thoughts.

He’s had fun, which he never expected to happen when Simon and Penny said they were all going to the beach. He thought the whole day would be him being miserable under the umbrella, but Snow dragged him out and made him participate and he hasn’t thought about his bitter insecurities since then.

He leans down and presses a short kiss to Simon’s lightly sunburnt cheek, right on a mole there. He pulls back to gaze at the boy he loves, and he can’t help the genuine smile that breaks on his face. Simon grins back, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.”

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