Friends. Friends. Iāve done it. Achieved the thing Iāve been working at for a year and a half. Iāve 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. Iām adding 16k between the last chapter and a surprise epilogue. I still canāt believe Iāve reached the end. Itāll be 70k when all is said and done. So, to celebrate my last WIP posting for this fic, youāre getting two snippets (much more than six sentences š)
āYouāre the one trying to one up me, Snow.ā
I run my hands through his hair. āYou have to call me Simon when youāre talking about loving me.ā
He kisses my neck and leaves his face there when he says, āIt isnāt easy being vulnerable.ā
āI know,ā I say softly. āBut Iām still going to ask.ā
He sighs before pulling back to look at me properly. āI love you, Simon.ā
āLove you, too, Pitch!ā I say, before pinching his sides relentlessly.
He squeals and squirms up the bed. āTreachery! Betrayal!ā I laugh so hard my sides ache.
He hooks a leg around me and flips us, pining me to the bed so fast Iām almost dizzy with the change of position. Heās sitting astride me now, and heās got my arms locked firmly in his fingers, my fists pressed against the headboard. Itās kind of hot, the way he has me at his mercy. He smirks down at me.
I swallow and I donāt miss the fact that his eyes flick to my throat when I do.
āI love you, Baz,ā I say in a husky voice that seems to have come from nowhere. āI love you soāā
He captures my mouth before I can finish.
When we get to the courtroom, all eyes turn to us when we enter. Iām heartened to see Bazās 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. Bazās 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 couldnāt 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 heās not alone in this.
Yāall. 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.
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