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All Is Fair (In Love and War) by fromprometheus
Fandoms: Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell, Simon Snow & Related Fandoms
08 May 2020
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(University AU; Simon starts a prank war because he hates his new flatmate. Baz retaliates because he has no idea how else to deal with his emotions. It all gets a little bit out of hand.)
“Simon,” Penny says, suddenly and a little urgently, elbowing me in the side and pulling me out of my thoughts. She’d banned any kind of Baz-related conversation since the zip-tie incident, so I mostly just have to sit and stew about him until she eventually caves and lets me complain. And she had been bickering with Shepard about something, and I tend to tune those two out once they get started. “Oh, Simon. What the hell did you do?”
“Huh?” I sit up, follow her gaze across the common room. “Oh, shit. Shit.”
Case in point about him being everywhere; Baz Pitch is currently storming across the room, a face like thunder and his hair covered in glitter. He’s got dark hair, long for a bloke – down to his shoulders, so the pink glitter has gotten all over the shoulders of his jacket, too. I really hadn’t thought that mixing glitter with craft glue and emptying it into his shampoo bottle would work this well, but I don’t have too much time to feel smug, because Baz is probably going to kill me, first.
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give me a chance (to prove it to you) by fromprometheus
Fandoms: Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell, Simon Snow & Related Fandoms
30 Apr 2020
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(In which Baz is a drunken mess, and Simon finally uses his words).
“He-ey, Simon,” he drawls, tipping his head back against the cupboards. He reaches out, and then drops his arm like it’s made of lead. “Thought you’d be gone until, uh, tomorrow.”
“Clearly,” Simon says, eyeing the haphazard pile of dishes in the sink, Baz’s jumper and shoes strewn across the floor. Baz looks gorgeous (he always does), in dark trousers and a threadbare white t-shirt. (Simon is pretty sure the t-shirt must be his; Baz barely owns any t-shirts, and usually wouldn’t be caught dead (ha) in something so inexpensive-looking). He looks gorgeous, and he also looks like he’s had far, far too much to drink. His face is flushed, eyes glassy and unfocused, and his long fingers are loose around the neck of a bottle resting in his lap.
“Oh, Baz.” He murmurs, crouching down in front of him. “You’re a fucking mess, Basil.”