#cobb teasers

Thanks for the tags @martsonmars, @takitalks, @bookish-bogwitch & @confused-bi-queer you know I’m 👀 at your WIPs… like: GIMME.

I’ve got two Simon POVs today. First up: more COBB & more drunk Baz (shout out to @sillyunicorn for letting me use her lyrics in this).

Baz slings an arm over my shoulders, throws his head back and scream-sings, “I’m a monster fucker, babyyyy!”

“Of course you know the words,” I mutter.

“It’s my favourite,” he nods. “And I don’t mind sayin’!”

I shift to get a better grip on him. “Ok, you’ve proved your point. Maybe now you can prove it quieter? Just until we get in the limo.”

He pouts, then adds in a whisper, “I got tattoos on my arms from when I summoned a demon.”

“Lovely.”

“I don’t have any tattoos.” Impossibly, he manages to lean on me harder, his head falling into the crook of my neck. (His hair’s so soft.) “Does that make me square, Simon? That I don’t have any tattoos? Should I get one?”

“Not tonight.”

Also finally named my huddling for warmth @co-wipadoption I’m writing from @captain-aralias’s WIP. Please enjoy this cover image:

NSFW snippet & tags below the cut.

It is still technically Sunday somewhere in the world, so HELLO! Ty for the tags as always, y'all are lovely and your wips/works are so exciting to see <3 Sinc I last did a SSS/Wipsday, I finished posting my COBB fic (E, ~33k) so here's a snip from the final chapter! As always it's more then 6 sentences 😂

Baz I blink, and there are arms around me. I blink again, and the skin is warm against mine. I can’t see anything past the tumble of bronze curls covering my face. I breathe in the distinct smell of Simon’s skin, salty and warm. It’s heaven.

“You’re here,” I murmur into his cheek. He laughs.

“I’m fucking here! ” he yells over my shoulder. He squeezes me tight, arms strong around my shoulders, and shakes me in pure delight. His laughter has scared the fireflies away.

Aaaand for my aftg peeps, here's some sentences from a fluffy andreil draft:

He leans down, keeping eye contact with Andrew as long as he can before closing his eyes to press a kiss to the top of Andrew’s shin. 

“Okay?” he mumbles against the fine scattering of hair there. Andrew grunts the affirmative, and Neil places another kiss in the same spot. 

“This is weird,” Andrew says. 

Neil smothers his smile in another kiss. He places soft, slow pecks up over Andrew’s knee. 

“You’re weird,” is his witty retort. 

A series of cheers to @martsonmars @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @captain-aralias @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @cutestkilla @urban-sith @fatalfangirl @tea-brigade for the tags, all of those posts are marvelous, y’all got me combing through half my WIPs to find something worth adding to the day.

I found some good stuff, but much of it was too spoiler-y, so instead we have a series of snippets.

COBB teasers, technically from the same scene but with much removed between in order to keep my secrets. When I write [redacted], please imagine one of those documents where the entire page is blacked out:

“I’m going to say something that will make you want to punch me,” Baz advises. Simon raises his eyebrows again, his eyes darting to Baz and back to the floor, all of it secondary to those wild, sharp breaths. “Breathe, Simon.”

He’s rewarded with a mangled grunt and a roll of Simon’s eyes. He smiles again.

“I know. Look at me. Breathe.”

[redacted]

Simon drops his head as he laughs. The sound bounces around the stairwell, echoing up, up, up. With another drawn out breath, Simon lifts his eyes to look at him.

“What if I’m the one making me feel like shit?”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that, because I love myself,” Baz says primly. Simon watches him through narrowed eyes for a moment.

“Bullshit,” he grins. Baz huffs.

“You could let me pretend.”

Two more beneath the cut so this post is bearable to look at <3

Hello & thanks for the tags @palimpsessed, @martsonmars, @takitalks, & @johnwgrey! Love seeing your work.

Finally got to working on my COBB again and found this scene that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep but I figured out how to save it 🥰 not counting sentences today. Sorry!

Baz POV:

He gives me his best pleading eyes and I test my lung capacity to sigh even deeper.

“Fine,” I reply, giving him the head scritches he decidedly does not deserve. “I’m the one who’s had a rough day while you drooled on my sofa, but, sure. Let’s spoil you rotten; that makes sense.”

Ebb tuts a low, “Poor Baz,” then sits next to me. “Did Fiona finally work up the nerve to ask you?”

I’m not sure what elicits the snort I release: the idea that Fiona threw this cockamamie idea at my face with anything less than all-out glee, or the idea that she asked.

And a little Simon POV, as a treat:

“Ah,” Shep affects a forlorn maiden with the back of one hand pressed against his forehead, “the tortured musician. Cursed with talent that capitalism does not recognize.”

“Oh please,” I laugh. “I’m not tortured about it! I don’t care.”

“Which is why you have an excel spreadsheet comparing yours and BIESTS album sales, complete with graphs.”

“Penny!” I whine.

Shep’s eyes widen. “Oh my god. How embarrassing for you.” He holds out a fist like it’s a microphone. “Tell me. Simon Snow: what does it feel like to be as petty as the rest of us?”

I lean down toward his hand. “It feels like I need to get new friends.”

It’s been harder than I remember to write a multi-chapter fic and I’m STRUGGLING. If you have tips through them in the comments; I’m having outline issues.

hello lovelies!! Thank you so much for the tags these past couple weeks while I’ve been quiet— I have things to share now! :D You can read both of them over on AO3, with more chapters of The Boy and the Summoned coming very soon (I’m sooooo excited to share more) 

I posted the first two chapters of my COBB piece a few days ago (with art from the brilliant @ic3-que3n), so here’s six sentences from ch2:

Natasha, 2002

“Who sent you?” I yell. 

The vampire in the middle lunges at me, clasping a hand around my throat. The other two hang back, baring their teeth in warning. I’m sure there are more, but I can’t see past these three. I can’t see Basilton. My heart races. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” one of them sneers. His fangs are on full display, like the others. 

I grunt, thrashing against my captor's grip. He laughs, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “You’re out of time, Pitch.” 

and for my aftg pals, here’s six sentences from the Bookshop Drabble fic I posted last week: 

Andrew watches Neil’s eyes widen for a moment. Neil’s gaze flicks down to Andrew’s lips, then up again to his eyes. Andrew stays frozen in place. The air in the bookshop is still. The only light comes from a lamp to his right. It casts shadows across Neil's features. Andrew wants to sink his fingers into them and puzzle out the mystery of this man. Instead he grips the ledge of the desk, one hand on either side of his thighs.

“Can I kiss you?” Neil breathes.

Sssssh it’s Thursday here now don’t tell anyone Thank you for the tags today @artsyunderstudy! Mirrors is so beautiful and I love every update you share. Today I have some more snippets from my COBB, I think I’m in the home stretch of the first draft now! ( side note anyone maybe be down to beta-read? It’s eventually explicit but a veeeeery slow burn, canon divergence au, around the 20k mark rn but will probably be closer to 30k when done <3 )

Baz

It is a long day, made all the more excruciating by Simon’s presence. He’s just so here. He keeps flipping pages of books with aggression— I snap at him more than once to take it easy, they’re magickal texts for Merlin’s sake— and huffing when he presumably comes up without any answers. My gaze keeps slipping from my own book up to his face. He’s got a nice, square jaw that I catch myself thinking about licking more than once. I shake my head to dislodge the image, and Simon notices. 

and then some Natasha from my COBB, too! Flashback time...

I haven’t gone home yet. I spoke with Malcolm on the phone last night, like I have every night since I’ve come to London to deal with this wretched mess of a situation:

“He misses you, Nat. I miss you.” 

“I know, and it won’t be much longer. We’ve just got to tie up some loose ends.” 

“I know,” he sighed. “The manor isn’t the same without you.”

“Malcolm, I’m gone most of the year at Watford.”

“That’s what makes this time all the more important.”

I blinked away the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. “I’ll be back soon, my love. I promise.” 

Basil called out in the background, but I couldn’t understand his words. There was a rattling of the phone, and then his little voice squeaked through the phone. 

“Hello, mum.”

“Hello, Basil,” I sighed. He was still okay. He was still himself. “How are you?”

“I miss you. Are you safe?” 

My heart cracked in two. My boy, barely five, worried for his mother’s safety when it should be the other way around. (It is the other way around. I’m fretting about him constantly.) 

“Safe as can be. I’m with Aunt Fiona, remember?”

Basil made a dubious hum, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Five going on twenty-five, I swear.

Happy WIPSday! Thanks to @confused-bi-queer, @johnwgrey, @takitalks, @urban-sith, @artsyunderstudy & @bookish-bogwitch for the tags!

FINALLY got some movement on my CORB. Thanks to @bookish-bogwitch for being my big brain buddy and helping me work through some trouble points (AND for giving me a new plot mindworm that’s gonna haunt me for awhile).

Here. Have some (referenced but not described) sex ritual:

Two hands lay out a blanket over the drawn symbols. Two bodies lie upon it, the book at their feet.

Twelve figures turn to give the two at their centre some privacy. A woman (the woman) giggles.

“You’re not supposed to laugh, Winifred.”

“It’s awkward, Lew! I’m allowed a moment to consider the complete and utter oddity that is making a baby while your closest friends chant an old poem.”

Bonus COBB because it’s still my baby:

Thanks to @martsonmars, @takitalks & @bazzybelle for the tags!

I just added this song to my COBB playlist, so you know that that means…

It’s nearly smut time! I might just make this it’s own chapter. WE’LL SEE.

Of course I’m not actually sharing anything from that fic today LOL. Because in addition to my cursed merman fic (which I posted yesterday), I started a new WIP! It’s based on @tomoyoo’s cuddly Simon who I’m seriously in love with come here and let me snuggle you PLS.

Finally, I sit down, shaking off my coat before placing my notebook onto the easel before me.

When I look up, his eyes are fixed on my face in a glare.

And, oh. The fire in him. How could I have ever imagined him a delicate flower at the mercy of a storm, when his fierce gaze has switched our positions? For all this time, I have been under a cloudy sky waiting to blossom in the sunlight of his eyes.

As soon as I return his attention, the blaze disappears as if snuffed by a harsh wind. The man of molten earth turned to stone.

But this isn’t a sculpture class, and I have a particular talent for drawing ire.

It’s, you guessed it, another life model fic! Please check out this established relationship fic by @takitalks and this enemies to lovers fic by @forabeatofadrum for more in this theme; mine will be strangers to lovers. The trilogy completed! (Assuming I finish it.)

Tags under the break 😘