#egf 2024

[palimpsessed]

Happy birthday, Basilton. Enjoy your @erotic-grope-fest.

[erotic-grope-fest]

simon is plotting…are you? erotic grope fest is coming! (with your help, it won’t be the only one.) posting runs feb 14-24.

💘Valentine’s Day through Baz’s birthday🧛🏼

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Happy Birthday, Baz! (Bit Belated, but it's the hot that counts, right?)

Baz understands that sometimes, 'tis better to give than to receive. (Though I imagine Simon will bestow some gifts of his own before the evening is out.)

PREVIEW:

FULL NSFW IMAGE BELOW THE CUT (no frontal, but there's a Baz butt in there):

Did I forget to mention that this is also a belated contribution to the heroic efforts of @erotic-grope-fest? A noble pursuit to give Baz what he wants, what he really really wants. XD Cheers!

Pssst: You can find the high resolution version of this on AO3 for all your close-up needs. Enjoy!

[aristocratic-otter]

Welp, I wasn't going to post today...but then I realized that the final chapter of Heart in the Well will go up before Sunday, and that'll render the excerpt I carefully picked out obsolete by then. So I scrambled to pick bits from my other stories just so I could post this one excerpt. Go me!

The good news about Heart being done? I've got a new WIP plotted out that I'm super excited about, but I wouldn't let myself write anything until one of my WIPs finished. So next week or the week after, you should see the first words from that fic, a very very angsty Watford era canon divergence.

In the mean time, thank you to : @monbons, @messofthejess, @rimeswithpurple, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @best--dress,

@nausikaaa, @youarenevertooold, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @j-nipper-95, and

@facewithoutheart for the tags over the last two weeks. I'm having so much fun reading and watching your stories and art. This is such an incredibly talented fandom, it's endlessly inspiring. Plus, I get to meet some of you soon when I see Rainbow in August!

Here's my teasers for this week:

Here’s one from each of my official WIPs

From Saving Simon Snow: 

I shake my head now, thinking about it. I’ll just have to keep close to Simon, or at least, as close as he’ll allow me. At least my vampire anatomy gives me an advantage there; I can listen to what’s happening with Simon from three rooms away (I won’t, unless it’s a matter of his safety. It’s a gross invasion of his privacy otherwise) (fortunately, I had to learn to tune out the chatter of my peers by my 2nd year at Watford, or I would have gone mad). 

From the Heart in the Well

He looks back at me and then frowns. “Well, come on then,” he says, impatiently. 

“Come on, what?” I say, exasperated. The water’s up to my breastbone now, and I’m starting to feel a little panicky, so my voice comes out higher pitched than I’d like. 

Now, he rolls his eyes. “I need your tie,” he says as if it were obvious. It was not obvious. “Take it off, please.” At that, I shiver a little. I never thought there’d be a day where Simon Snow would be telling me to take off my clothes.

From Snow Fox: Penny, learning you can’t go home again (especially if you’ve signed on with the Snow Fox)

I step onto the road and walk briskly towards the house I grew up in. I can tell when I’ve been noticed. Several heads swivel my direction, and the murmur of conversation in the camp ceases. I keep on as if I haven’t noticed however. As I draw closer, I nod distractedly at some of the boys nearer to my path. They don't nod back. They’re watching me with narrowed eyes and I shudder internally. What do they see when they look at me?

From TikTok Dancer: Quite a bit racier than what I usually post, but still Tumblr legal, I think

Years from now, if I, for some odd reason, try to explain how my first time having sex felt, I won’t be able to. There’s no describing it.  I’m planning to get a degree in words, for fuck’s sake, but right now, all language has left me, sailed back to England probably. I’m left with caveman grunts and desperate whines. Every particle of sensation in my body has gathered between my legs, and every atom of will I have left is devoted to an attempt to meld my body with his. I’ve almost succeeded–we’re nearly one creature now, moving in frantic, panting unison. 

From Stars, Flowers, and Children,

I know he’s been looking for me. I know he’s probably forgiven my great sin. He shouldn’t. Forgiveness requires that the person who receives it is contrite, is sorry for what they’ve done. 

I’m not sorry. I’d do it again today, if the circumstances were the same. 

Even being estranged from the only person in this world that I care about is still better than the permanent separation that would result if we were rescued. 

I believe that we’ll be friends again someday. Some day when the pain in my chest and stomach have dulled. And that day is worth waiting for.

From Cupid’s Shield:

I’m left gaping at where he just stood. It’s suddenly clear to me how much of his vampire abilities Baz has been hiding, because I was looking right at him. 

I never saw him move. 

All I know is suddenly he’s above me, and my arms are above my head and prisoned to the bed by his hands clamped around my wrists. I’m so stunned that I don’t even struggle. 

His knees are on either side of my hips, and he’s staring down at me like I’m his next meal. 

From my COBB project:

I know I should be worrying over tomorrow, and what my team will face out there. And I will be worrying over that—tomorrow. Tonight, I’m far more worried about the hours ahead. Hours of, once again, sharing a room with the only man I’ve ever loved. A man who’s never looked at me as anything other than a posh prick. 

That’s my fault, of course. It could have been different, all those years ago, when we first met at Watford Uni. I was excited, back then, to meet my roommate. Excited, and nervous. I freely admit I’ve had a privileged upbringing, and this would be the first time I’d ever shared a room. 

My childhood was mostly lonely, so I didn’t mind the idea. I’d thought it’d be nice to always have someone nearby to talk to. 

Of course, everyone knows how that turned out.

As others have said recently, please let me know if you no longer want to be tagged and I'll take you off of my tag list. Unless I hear otherwise, I assume you're like me, and like to hear from people even if you're not feeling like sharing yourself.

Tags and cheers to: @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @bazzybelle, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed,

@frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @letraspal, @martsonmars, @melodysmash,

@moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, @mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean, @raenestee,

@tea-brigade, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @krisrix,

@shemakesmeforget, @confused-bi-queer, @nightimedreamersghost,  @thewholelemon, @angelsfalling16,

@noblecorgi, @hushed-chorus, @whatevertheweather, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @mooncello,

@wellbelesbian, @ic3-que3n, @shrekgogurt, @cosmicalart,  @cutestkilla,

@theearlgreymage, @alexalexinii, @prettygoododds, @blackberrysummerblog, @bookish-bogwitch,

@Iamamythologicalcreature, @emeryhall, @larkral, @ileadacharmedlife, @thewholelemon 

[thewholelemon]

Six Sentence Sunday

I'm scheduling this because I'm traveling home from that work trip today...hopefully I'm in the air already. I honestly can't even tell what time it's going to post. I'm very tired, and I'm very behind on EGF but hoping to catch up next week!

I had vague ideas of posting a one-shot for it but I just couldn't get it done in time; maybe I can manage it as a belated birthday present for our favorite vampire. In the meantime, six however many sentences I felt like including, & tags below the cut:

SIMON He’s refusing to make eye contact with me; of course he is. “Can I help you with something?” “Oh, well, Simon here is looking for interview clothes. I believe you might remember his name, even if you’re not sure of mine?” Penny asks sweetly. His grey eyes bore into her a full second longer, as if he’s putting off looking at me, but finally his eyes flick over in my direction. He’s wearing a silky lilac shirt with several buttons unbuttoned; I can see a love bite on his collarbone. I glower at it like it’s personally offended me. And he fucking sneers at me. “Ah yes. Hello Snow.” I glare at him right back. “You fucking wanker.” BAZ Simon is looking at me like he wants to tear me to pieces, and fuck me if it isn’t doing something for me, because I love him and I’m also supremely unwell in respect to him.  “What a greeting. Can I help you with something or are you applying for a job as my stalker? You have an excellent CV for it. I may even have to grant you an interview.” Well done, Basil, I really have to congratulate myself. I walked my favorite line between flirty and insulting and it would have gone over just a bit better if my voice hadn’t cracked just a bit on the last word. But he’s still glaring at me, it’s a wonder I can string sentences together.

Baz: always supremely unwell for golden dragon boys. And wow, who gave you that hickey, I wonder?

SPEAKING OF Baz being unwell for dragon boys, may I suggest you read all the king's men? It's by @orange-peony who gifted it to me and I'm too honored to shut up about it. It's very lovely and sexy and everything I could ever want (per usual).

hoping you get a good night's sleep this week in your own bed and if you have something to share & haven't yet, please feel tagged: @hushed-chorus @raenestee @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @larkral @onepintobean @martsonmars @technetiumai @brilla-brilla-estrellita @shrekgogurt @palimpsessed @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @erzbethluna @alleycat0306 @rimeswithpurple @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @prettygoododds @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @yellobb @run-for-chamo-miles @theearlgreymage @ic3-que3n @theimpossibledemon @melodysmash @katatsumuli @nightimedreamersworld @best--dress @supercutedinosaurs @nausikaaa @valeffelees @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @mooncello @emeryhall @dohrnaira @aristocratic-otter @arca9 @goblindad-emoshit @noblecorgi

[facewithoutheart]

Thanks to @artsyunderstudy, @nightimedreamersworld, @valeffelees, @confused-bi-queer, & @rimeswithpurple for the tags ❤️ lovely to see your works today/always/even when I don’t have the bandwidth to engage as deeply as I’d like.

I’ve been fighting my @erotic-grope-fest piece for several days now but I think I’m finally winning the battle (😘😘 to @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon & @raenestee for being my cheerleaders/plot-pickers).

This piece is highly convoluted, with Baz trapped in the coffin and experiencing five different hallucinations that are meant to be AUs of popular films…except I’m shipping the wrong couple. Also I have to balance three main tasks: the main arc which is a study of the way Simon reacts to Baz in the Open Sesame scene, the individual arcs of each separate AU, and the woven thread of Baz being in the coffin/fighting to decipher between reality and fantasy. Oh, also smut in every AU. So four tasks. WHOOPS. I’m having fun stretching my writing muscles though so I don’t regret it one bit.

Snippet under the break if you prefer to avoid spoilers:

Blue eyes. Bronze curls. Simon Snow, haloed in yellow light, standing as I catch my feet in this new room, this new hallucination. His chair makes an inelegant screeching noise that contradicts the grandeur of the room in which I now find myself.

I brace myself for Simon’s reaction, my heart beating a hummingbird’s flight in my chest.

“Him?” Simon scoffs.

I barely suppress a sigh at the hard reset. Lovely. We’re to be antagonists again. At least we’re well-dressed antagonists. No jean shorts or flannel this time. Simon’s looking particularly resplendent in a tailored, white waistcoat that highlights his broad chest, a blacker-than-black tailcoat with silk-faced lapels. His curls are slicked back. He looks like money, wealth and privilege.

(I can still taste him on my tongue.)

Tagging a few peeps to spread the joy: @cutestkilla, @palimpsessed, @shrekgogurt, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @raenestee, @ic3-que3n, @alexalexinii, @shemakesmeforget, @stardustasincocaine, @martsonmars, @stitchyqueer, @run-for-chamo-miles, @best--dress, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @moodandmist, @forabeatofadrum & @whatevertheweather

[cutestkilla]

When You Hold Me Tight

Rating: Teen

Words: ~8.3K

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: When someone tampers with Simon’s wand and it leads to a spell gone wrong (or twelve), Baz learns that maybe sometimes it really is okay to cuddle in your underwear with your unconscious unrequited love.

Written for the 2024 @erotic-grope-fest!

Read it on AO3!

[thewholelemon]

Sooooo late for Erotic Grope Fest AND Baz's birthday, but time is just a concept, right?

Simon needs new clothes and the vintage clothing shop Penny finds is perfect, except for the awfully rude thirsty hot professional clerk behind the counter. One shot, 3681 words.

I rated this M but it's a very mild M; I get paranoid about these things.

Thank you eternally to @facewithoutheart, @raenestee, and @mooncello for making this 100x better than it would have been without you. ❤️

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