Heya! I am so beyond thrilled to share my collaboration with @bachusekart for @carry-on-big-bang! This was my first time participating in a fandom event, and I could not have had a better experience. I've had such a wonderful time working with Sammy, and he is so so so so talented. I genuinely cannot express my gratitude for him throughout this event, and for this fandom itself.
I'm so glad I stepped out of my comfort zone to write my first Carry On fic, second ever fic, and join my first fandom event because it's led me to make such a wonderful friend. Sammy, thank you so much for always being there to brainstorm with me and just. Everything. You're such a delight to work with, and I still can't get over how perfectly our brains synced with this event. Your art is exactly what I had envisioned for this scene.
I'm rambling. I'm just so excited and proud of this collaboration. Without further ado, here is the first chapter of the fic:
No Time to Mourn Roses (When Forests Are Burning) (4588 words) by waiting_wishing
Fandom: Carry On | Simon Snow Series - Rainbow Rowell
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow
Characters: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Simon Snow, Penelope Bunce
Additional Tags: Time Loop, Watford (Simon Snow), Watford Eighth Year (Simon Snow), The Catacombs (Simon Snow), homoerotic wall-pinning, porcutimes, simon snow is losing his mind, baz wallowing in a pit of self pity under the stars, Carry On Big Bang (Simon Snow), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Carry On Big Bang 2025 (Simon Snow)
Summary:
"Something is wrong. This is the same lesson as yesterday. I’ve always been ahead in this class. Nothing the Minotaur says is really new to me. But this is different than usual. This lesson isn’t familiar because I know the concept: it is just the exact same as yesterday’s. I wouldn’t consider the Minotaur to be a necessarily great teacher, but it isn’t like him to repeat a lesson verbatim. I steal a glance at Snow—he still looks like he’s just discovered that the world isn’t real."
In this Watford-era fic, Simon and Baz are stuck in a timeloop--a residual effect of a humdrum attack. Slowly the decide they need to work together and form a begrudging alliance. Will that truce morph into something more?
All art of course by my extremely talented and beloved friend and COBB partner, @bachusekart