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Hollanov || Shane Hollander x Ilya Rozanov

Heated Rivalry

Okay, hi, happy Sunday and new year and whatever else. Thank you for the tags @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife <3

So, I'm not one for resolutions, but I did set some writing goals that are mostly do with original writing but do also include me shaking myself by the shoulders and demanding that I finish and post three particular fics this year. To that end, here is something from the last chapter of Musical Chairs, which is first on my list for finishing and kicking out of the nest.

Shepard inclined his head, though most of his expression was devoted to frowning. “That’s literally the bare minimum of what you’ve asked of me.” He huffed and squared his shoulders. “You gave me a two-item list, and I won’t fail you.” “I gave you a three-item list, and you’ve already failed me.” “First, like, how dare you, and also, second, what have I failed?” Baz gestured grandly at himself and raised his eyebrows. “The removal of my consciousness from the mortal plane.”

And you know what, here's another beneath the cut for good luck.

Snowbaz commuting is something very dear to me 🫶

Hiya friends! I’m 38 today! I’m at that age where I have to do the math to double and triple check I am giving the right age. Happy Birthday to me! LOL

Now that all of my WIPs and long fics are finished I’m feeling sort of adrift. What should I work on? Should I sign up for some fests or just dabble in some docs and see what comes of it? I do best when I write every day or nearly every day, so I started a few things and have decided to work on them a bit each day to see where that takes me and to keep flexing my writing muscles. We shall see what comes of it. @mooncello posted something about trying to write 200 words a day and that sounded sufficiently not as intimidating as the word count people go for during Nanowrimo so I thought I’d try for 250/day on average and see if I can hit that goal by the end of January. So far, I’m ahead, but I’m also still on break, so we’ll see how that goes when I go back to work tomorrow.

Here’s a bit of something I started the other day. I took the kiddos to the roller rink and as always I was mesmerized by those skaters who occupy the center of the rink, doing tricks and being cool as hell. so then of course I had the “what if Snowbaz” thought and started writing it. Here’s some Simon who will…not be that person:

“Shit!” I yelp, clutching her hand and swinging my other arm widely to try and stay upright.

“You’re fine!” she says and I think I am, though only just. I don’t know how it’ll go when I try again, though. I shuffle forward a bit, trying to step more than skate, and it seems to keep me from falling and embarrassing myself, so I keep it up for a few paces, but it’s painfully slow, and I know Ags will get annoyed with me soon.

Bruno Mars croons through the speakers and a gaggle of seven year old girls sail past me. This is such horseshit.

Now I just need to work on Baz’s “Open Sesame” moment when Simon sees him skating in the middle.

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“It’s familiar. So is the smell of the morning and the frost on the grass. Comforting in a way that borders on an ache.”

The Beautiful Game by @fatalfangirl

Carry On Countdown | Day Fifteen: Familiar

Depth of Reason

A @carry-on-big-bang collaboration with art by @toonysart

I’m so pleased to be able to announce my collab with the fabulous @toonysart is finally live! It’s been so wonderful working with Toony. Her enthusiasm for this project and spectacular vision for the art are unrivaled. I hope you enjoy our COBB!

Summary: Simon Snow is a social worker in the Department of Magical Creature Management. His caseload consists of goblins, werewolves, and other dark creatures whom the Coven monitors for the safety and well being of the World of Mages. Simon’s world is upended one day when his old Watford roommate, Baz Pitch, walks into his office. After being outed as a vampire at the age of 27, Baz is now subjected to a year of bi-monthly check-ins with his former nemesis before he can live under more “limited” surveillance by the Coven.

Now, seeing Baz again, having him under his “care,” forces Simon to confront his view of Baz, and makes him wonder whether the Coven’s policies towards dark creatures are justified. Is it too late for Simon to make amends with Baz? And will the two of them be able to stand up against the Coven’s draconian policies for the greater good of all magical kind?

Rating: M

Chapters: 10 out of 11

Word Count: 67k and counting

“‘What do you want from me? To kiss it better?’ My lips quirk into a smirk, ‘So that’s your move with Wellbelove?’ He huffs, ‘Do they not teach you rich pricks when to shut up.’ ‘No. Just to be demanding and ungrateful. I’m still waiting on that kiss.’ ‘Fuck you.’ He presses his hand to his lips and then swats at my nose, ‘There.’ My stomach does a few flips because I’m a constant disappointment to myself. ‘Is that why your knickers are in a twist? Wellbelove and I?’ [...] His back is turned to me. He kicks the wall like a toddler, ‘No.’ ‘Then why, pray tell, did you deck me in the face?’ ‘Because you’re leaving.’”

I Knew a Boy, I Knew a Man by @shrekgogurt

Carry on Countdown | Day Ten: Wrath

"I've gotten better at identifying Penny's magic when I feel it. Apparently Normals aren't supposed to feel magic at all, but I can sometimes. It's a warmth that somehow feels sweet—it's hard to explain. But we're pressed against each other in our blanket burrito, and I feel it wash over me when she casts. Better safe than sorry. Safe. That's what her magic feels like. That's what she feels like."

The Cutest Knees by @stitchyqueer

Carry on Countdown | Day Eleven: Side Ships

@carryon-countdown day 12: wings

COC Day 11 - Wings

"Does it hurt?" I ask. He shakes his head. "No. It just"— He shakes his head again— "feels wrong to be touched there."

Doing a more angsty take on this prompt </3

Friends. Friends. I’ve done it. Achieved the thing I’ve been working at for a year and a half. I’ve finished writing the end to Depth of Reason.

It still needs to go through a beta read and final edits but it should be published soon. I’m adding 16k between the last chapter and a surprise epilogue. I still can’t believe I’ve reached the end. It’ll be 70k when all is said and done. So, to celebrate my last WIP posting for this fic, you’re getting two snippets (much more than six sentences 😆)

“You’re the one trying to one up me, Snow.”

I run my hands through his hair. “You have to call me Simon when you’re talking about loving me.”

He kisses my neck and leaves his face there when he says, “It isn’t easy being vulnerable.”

“I know,” I say softly. “But I’m still going to ask.”

He sighs before pulling back to look at me properly. “I love you, Simon.”

I kiss him sweetly.

“Love you, too, Pitch!” I say, before pinching his sides relentlessly.

He squeals and squirms up the bed. “Treachery! Betrayal!” I laugh so hard my sides ache.

He hooks a leg around me and flips us, pining me to the bed so fast I’m almost dizzy with the change of position. He’s sitting astride me now, and he’s got my arms locked firmly in his fingers, my fists pressed against the headboard. It’s kind of hot, the way he has me at his mercy. He smirks down at me.

“Say it,” he purrs.

I swallow and I don’t miss the fact that his eyes flick to my throat when I do.

“I love you, Baz,” I say in a husky voice that seems to have come from nowhere. “I love you so—”

He captures my mouth before I can finish.

And one more:

When we get to the courtroom, all eyes turn to us when we enter. I’m heartened to see Baz’s parents and aunt sitting in the seats behind the defence, along with a few other familiar faces. Gran is sitting next to Daphne, she smiles at us as we walk up the middle aisle. Nico is next to Fiona, his tongue running along his teeth. I wonder if it bothers him, being in this room that I imagine is full of bad memories for him.

Trixie is there, too. She places a fist over her heart and nods to Baz, a twinkle in her eye. Baz’s cousin, Dev is there too, next to their friend Niall. Even Mr Minos, Miss Possibelf and Coach Mac, which is impressive considering it's a Monday in November. Headmistress Bunce couldn’t make it, but she sent Penny a very lovely email to pass on to Baz, wishing him the best of luck. I hope he feels bolstered, having all of these people here supporting him. I hope he knows that he’s not alone in this.

Y’all. I made it. Thank you to @fatalfangirl who will be marathoning through a beta read and who has been there with me since day 1. What a champ. Thank you to @toonysart who chose to do art for this fic way back when it was a mere concept for COBB. Your art still brings me so much joy. Thank you to everyone who has followed this fic. You made writing and sharing a wonderful experience.

Hello friends, and the happiest of Sundays to you!

The day started strong and I wrote so much and now I'm drained and can't string a sentence together, so I'm tapping out and offering up a small bit for Bait and Switch, featuring one of my very favorite elements of the whole Carry On universe: Oblivious!Simon.

I’m picturing him in Ibiza. Fucking Ibiza. Laying on a white-sand beach by a bright blue sea. He’d burn to a crisp in a second under that sun. Must be under an umbrella. I can see it perfectly, his smug face smooth and relaxed. Wouldn’t have his hair slicked down at the beach, I’ll bet. Might put it up the way he does when he plays football. Or maybe he’d just push it back when it was wet. Can't see him just laying around with wet hair, though, it’d drip into his shirt. Maybe not wearing a shirt, then. Yeah, I mean…yeah. He wouldn’t be wearing a shirt. On a beach. In Ibiza. He’s not in Ibiza.

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