A whole load of bollocks that had divided the country in the same way the pronunciation of the word “scone” seems to do. Yes, even scientists make mistakes sometimes and yes, climate change definitely was a growing problem and Baz was well aware of what a polar vortex was, but still, a blizzard in England – that’s a whole load of bollocks. A snowstorm in England – ha, what’s next? Should we expect dragons next week?īaz thought the blizzard was nothing more than a meteorological error. It’s the one thing everyone’s been talking about for the whole week. It’s also my first drabble into 3rd person POV and I have to say, I had fun writing it. This is probably the last fic I’ll do for the It’s been super fun and thank you to everyone who’s read what I’ve written!Īnyway, this fic is titled Snowed in and it’s exactly what you might expect. “I’m fine.” ughhhh writer's block go away carry on countdown 20 carry on wayward son any way the wind blows simon snow tyrannus basilton grimm pitch baz pitch snowbaz snowbaz fic snowbaz fanfiction on thin ice my writing He’s a walking icicle.įine,” he says softly. He has his other hand in his pocket, so it shouldīe okay, but I never know with Baz. I press a kiss on his fingers and slip his hand back in my Hand around it and bring it to my mouth, blowing warm air on his fingers. Mutter, grabbing his hand and pulling it out of my pocket.

I was cold,” he says, almost victoriously. Slips it in my coat pocket, where my hand is currently resting.

(He is, a little bit, but I ratherĪt least we match.” His hand moves from my cheek to ruffle my hair and then he When he sees it, poking me in the cheek again.ĭisaster when you’re drunk,” I tease him. Stop pinching me!” I swat his hand away.Ĭheeks are so cute!” He leans his head slightly and presses a kiss on my otherĬheek and I can’t help a smile spreading across my face. Seem to have bothered you before,” I mutter, nudging him in the ribs because he’s “It’sĬold,” he says, as if that’s an excuse to fucking pinch me.

Still slung over my shoulder and his hand comes up to pinch my cheek. Suppose is understandable, given that it’s 4AM and the dead of the winter. Minutes to walk from Agatha’s house to mine. Baz and Simon went to a party at Agatha’s and are now walking home a little bit tipsy I haven’t actually written the chapters leading up to this scene yet, but I estimate this would fall somewhere around Chapter 30-35. I’d have written more, but I’m alarmingly low on inspiration today, so this is all you get.įor context, On thin ice is a super long figure skating au WIP that I have. Unfortunately, I started writing it and it didn’t go anywhere, so instead, I turned it into a scene from On thin ice that’s been on my mind lately. When the prompts first came out and I was brainstorming ideas, I wrote this for today’s prompt:

Carry on rainbow rowell a03