You won't believe it, but in the year of our common era 2026, I have opened not one, not two, but three fics that have never before been published. Have I done substantive work on them besides opening the file and then closing it again? Maybe! Maybe not! Don't worry your pretty little head about that! Progress, not perfection.
Also no! It's not Sunday! I'm not a perfectionist okay! I'm getting the party started early!
Below the cut, tags and 3 snippets, one for each fic, because I'm feeling luxurious.
FIC 1, which I'm calling Simon Out Loud (this is the rewriting the "not a date" scene from canon where Simon watches Baz read books he stole from the library. It's not very original, which I think is kind of the fun of it--more of a revision of a couple scenes from canon. Is this still worth publishing/reading? You tell me.) (no really please tell me):
The first few places we checked in Covent Garden looked promising, by which I mean full of dead-eyed people who seemed too interested in looking Baz up and down, but I think they were just Normal clubs.
At one of them, with rainbow flags lining the wall, we actually got swept up on the dance floor before we could make sure it wasn’t the right place. Vampires can be gay too, you know.
I thought I was going to lose Baz in the crowd, so I grabbed his hand again and he must have felt the same way because he didn’t shake me off.
FIC 2, which I'm calling Three Scoops (you should never take me seriously, you must know this by now):
Suddenly, Simon’s whole demeanor changes. Normally, he’s very Golden Retriever. I mean literally–he’s all big eyes and golden and curly-headed. Maybe more like a golden doodle. (I love dogs!) But right now he’s more like one of those pointing dogs that’s spotted a duck or something. Ramrod straight and at attention. It’s at odds with his surfer-dude vibes—I think he literally surfs in his free time, based on some comments he made and his muscles and the freckles.
I had been about to ask him if he was dating anyone, and then work my way around to if his friend Penny was dating anyone—she was in the shop when I interviewed and in that five minutes I learned she’s super smart and a little terrifying and also completely adorable. (I don’t think I should tell her that last one.) (Yet.)
But now Simon’s on alert and definitely not paying enough attention for me to be able to dig for answers.
“What is it?” I say.
“Customers,” he says grimly.
FIC 3, and let's just call this one MBFMW:
"Um, hello?" he says to me.
“Blue,” I say dreamily.
“Blue?” he asks, confused.
I clear my throat. “I mean, do you need help?”
He smiles at me and goddammit, he’s got a dimple. I definitely must have cast a spell. Or someone did. “Probably,” he says, smiling at me on the floor. “But I feel like I should be asking you that.”
Have you opened and then closed any word docs recently that you want to mention? It's not too late!
I have something less than a resolution. Or more, maybe, because resolutions can be things that we've already accepted we're probably not going to follow through on. A goal? A wish? A dream my heart makes? Maybe let's just say I'm starting this year pining for something, and the something is more fun. It’s messy and scary and busy and overwhelming out here, and we're surrounded by forces telling us that we’re robots made to work and kill time and that we don't deserve nice things like democracy and rest. I'd like to tell those forces to fuck off, and have some fun and rest and joy where I can in spite of them.
In that spirit, I have a game. Drop a prompt and a ao3-style tag in my asks and I’ll write you a micro fic for it. I get to pick who it’s about (and fair warning, it will likely be Snowbaz). I’ll try to tackle them quickly but no promises.
You can send as many as you like as long as you have patience, but send me at least one! I’d like to see if this jostles my mental writing block a bit. Give me something to write for you. Let’s have fun together in the new year.
ETA completed microfics:
10 Things I Hate About Snow (ft Prof Minos writing smut)
Simon & the Grimms (only one bed, meet the parents)
Nowhere I’d Rather Be (sickfic, second chances)
Love & Basketball (Simon has No game)
Groundhog’s Day (time loop, ugly Christmas sweaters, honeymoon)
To kick it off, I have a WIP snippet for @rimeswithpurple whose prompt is our entire CORB project, and also tags under the cut! This is rough--just dialogue--but I still like it :)
Penny: You can't tell me you don't want to get off the farm.
Baz: I love the farm.
Agatha: Baz, I love you, but if you ever want anything to change, you have to do it yourself.
Baz: You're one to talk.
Agatha: We know everyone in a 25 km radius. One or the other of us is probably related to them, even. A cute boy isn't going to emerge from the woodwork even if we do have magic!
bell chimes over the door
All three look up. Penny gasps; Agatha drops a cup.
Penny: Why'd you drop that?
Agatha: You startled me! Why'd you gasp?
Penny: It's that guy! That one I was telling you about, who's been asking questions everywhere.
Shep: Hello?
Simon: Maybe they're closed.
The guys glance their way and all three duck under the table.
"What do we do?" Agatha hisses.
Penny: Someone has to go talk to them!
Agatha: I don't, because one, I don't work here. Two, you can't make me, and three, I don't talk to boys anymore.
May Agatha's spirit bless you and keep you today and always:
Hey guys! I don't have much to share, I just missed you and wanted to say hi. I've started working on my CORB fic, even though we don't post until January--I feel like the holidays are going to eat all my time up any second now, so I'm trying to get ahead. I don't have any snippets to share yet, but below the note, I have random ridiculous notes that I've made in my rough draft outline. Feel free to try to guess what movie this is an AU of!
Pitch Manor is in the suburbs of London, but still looks the same.
Simon: "Why are you wearing a pencil strapped to your arm?"
Can Simon sometimes wear adorable little glasses?
: Gareth, Premal who's really into cult leaders, SSR
Ruth in a twinset????
"Let me touch your hair."
Baz speaks Italian with some family members and Simon loses his mind.
Can Dev grope Simon? In the White Chapel?
Gen Z/Alpha fancy dress outfits
Could Dev have drag queen friends that come do Baz's outfit and makeup?
I cannot wait for COC to start next week, even though I'm participating only as a bystander. It's truly the most wonderful time of the year.
Wait are you the oystering who wrote the My Big Fat Greek Wedding Dinluke AU?? Because if so that's literally my favorite fanfiction ever. I've read like 4 times and I've been thinking about reading it again!!!
