#snowbazspookyweek

[worstchosenone]

Fake Accounts

When Baz receives a message from a secret admirer, he knows immediately who is behind it. 

My fic for @snowbazspookyweek day 1

Prompt: Tricks

Word count: 1.1k

Baz

I’m sitting on my bed, reading something for school when my laptop pings at the end of my bed. Pings, like someone’s messaged me. I roll my eyes, I don’t know who would be messaging me, the only people I can think of are Dev and Niall, and they never message me. I message them.

Curious now, I pull the open laptop into my lap. The message came from my email account, and it reads:

From: Funmage61

i like you

I narrow my eyes at the screen, no way this is real. Probably some cheeky first year, or a bot.

From: BazGPitch

Who is this?

From: Funmage61

a secret admirer

From: BazGPitch

Not interested.

I’m not going to fall for this bait, it’s probably Snow trying to get me to spill all of my evil secrets. Come to think of it, Snow’s not here, at 9pm on a school night. And his laptop is missing as well, so he’s either at some late night study session (unlikely), or it’s him.

From: Funmage61

you don’t even know who I am

From: BazGPitch

Judging by your questionable relationship with punctuation and capitalization, not interested.

Simon

“He’s not falling for it,” I groan at Penny over my laptop, who just glances at me from hers.

“Of course not, Simon,” I can tell she’s itching to say I told you so. “Have you ever seen Baz interested in anyone? Why now?”

“I thought maybe if someone was interested in him. And as a matter of fact, I have, I’ve seen him be interested in Agatha.”

She just makes a noncommittal noise at that.

From: Funmage61

You don’t have to be such a git.

I hit send, probably not the best idea, cover-wise, but he’s just so infuriating.

Baz

He called me a git, so it’s definitely Snow.

That doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with this.

Simon

From: BazGPitch

If I’m ‘such a git’, why exactly do you like me? From: Funmage61

Idk

From: BazGPitch

No, tell me. What makes me so irresistible?

God, he’s really doing this. What a prat, even to someone who likes him. I can’t do this, I can’t sit here and detail the reasons why someone might like Baz. I can’t think of a single reason (okay, maybe I can, but I’m not going to type them out).

He’ll never tell me anything important anyway. I’m about to log out, and possibly delete the fake account, when it pings again.

From: BazGPitch

It doesn’t matter anyway, I like someone else.

I immediately pull my mouse away from the Log Off button, my eyes widening. “Penny!”

Baz

He doesn’t reply for a while, and I’m thinking that he logged off before he could see it, (which is a little disappointing) when it pings again:

From: Funmage61

How do you know that I’m not her?

From: BazGPitch

Because he hates me.

It almost hurts to send it, he’ll know who I’m talking about, but I’ll play it off as a joke. A trick. And, he’ll be so flustered that it’ll be worth it anyway.

Simon

He? Baz is gay?

Hates him? The only ‘he’ who hates Baz is me. The only anyone who hates Baz is me, Baz is flawless.

But surely…

From: Funmage61 Hates you? Who?

From: BazGPitch

Simon Snow.

I audibly gasp, I mean, I knew it was coming. But it can’t be true.

“Simon?” Penny asks, looking back up from her laptop. She looks like I’ve just pulled her out of ultra-concentration mode. “What happened? Did Baz tell you who he likes?” 

“No, I just, I realized how late it is. I have to go.”

“Simon, what-?”

I shut my laptop shove it into my bag. Leaving her with her half-asked question.

Baz  

He doesn’t respond, and that name (his name) just sits there on the screen until I almost can’t bear to look at it anymore. My heart is beating wildly (or as wildly as an undead vampires heart can beat).

As if this matters, as if this was a real confession that will lead to anything real and not just a flustered and embarrassed (and probably angry) Snow.

I wait for him to come up to our room, and he doesn’t. I wait for him to respond, and he doesn’t.

Hours pass, it’s now 1am, and I’m starting to worry. Why would it affect him this much?

Simon

It’s nearly 1:30 when I return to our room, Baz is asleep on his bed. Or at least I think he’s asleep. Which is a relief, I don’t want to confront him until tomorrow. I can deal with this then.

I quietly get dressed for bed, tucking myself under the covers.

When I’m settled, and ready for sleep, Baz says, so quietly I almost can’t hear it: “Funmage61, that’s quite a shit name isn’t it?”

“What?” I growl, rolling over to face him.

“I said, your username is shit.”

I sit up, and I think that he does too, but it’s so dark I can’t really tell, “You knew?”

“Of course I knew, Snow,” He says it in that, I’m-so-much-smarter-than-you tone. I hate that tone. “I’m not an idiot, and I’m certainly not in love with you,” I can hear the sneer in his voice.

“So, that was a trick?” I’m trying to sound tough, to sound like I’m not about to cry. I don’t even know why I am, Baz is a prat. Of course he’d lie like that.

“Don’t sound so hurt, Snow. You were just doing the very same thing to me.”

“Sorry, Baz,” I sniff, growling as best I can. “I just thought, maybe you were actually human. And not just some cold monster, I thought maybe we could be friends, or something.”

Silence.

“Friends?”

“I don’t know, just let me sleep.”

“Snow, can you come here?”

“No.”

“Just come here, Snow.”

I do, and soon. I’m sitting on the very edge of his bed. And he is sitting up, and looking at me with his grey eyes. And fuck, maybe I did want him to like me. Just a little.

“You wouldn’t have been disgusted if I had liked you?” He looks almost vulnerable, and that’s just making this all harder.

“Why would I be disgusted?”

“Because I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster, you’re just a boy.” So I kiss him, because he is just a boy. Maybe even a boy that I like (definitely a boy that I like).

This is a nice kiss, nicer than it’s ever been with Agatha, different, more Baz. Which is good, because I don’t want to be kissing anyone but baz.

He pulls away, which reminds me that this was all a trick.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have- you don’t-”

“You kissed me?”

“Yeah, it was stupid-”

“No, it was perfect,” And he’s smiling this sort of sweet, perfect, smile that I’ve never seen on his face before, and it’s making me want to kiss him again. So I do.

[snowkatze]

You Almost Got Me

@snowbazspookyweek for the prompt Tricks. (I interpreted it a bit differently, if that’s okay.) Genre: angst, fluff Word Count: 1911 Summary: Baz is behaving weird lately and Simon tries to figure out what’s going on.

I can feel my skin prickling. I practically feel it growing hot, and I'm afraid he'll be able to tell. My heart is beating fast in my chest.

It's basically torture. I gulp, and rub my sweaty palm against my trousers. He can tell. I'm sure of it. He is a vampire after all. With his heightened senses, he can pick up on anything. When someone is hungry, when someone is scared, when someone is foolishly in love... Not that I am. I don't have a crush on him. I am investigating.

Baz has behaved really weird in the last few weeks. He suddenly started being nice to me. He helps me with my homework. He sits very, very close to me. There's a little mole just below his ear that I hadn't noticed before. When his voice goes soft, it sounds entirely different than his sarcastic or his mean one...

I'm not an idiot, of course. Baz is plotting something.

He's trying to do... something. I'm just... waiting. Always alert. Always ready for the moment he strikes. It simply turned out to be incredibly hard, with the way he looks at me. Far too often, I find myself losing my mind in his eyes, everything forgotten.

“You're saying it wrong,” Baz says.

He's plotting, that's all.

Suddenly, the corners of Baz's mouth move upwards. I frown. He's not smirking. What's happening?

Oh, Aleister Crowley. He's smiling. He's god damn smiling at me. How dare he?

I'm afraid he hears the way my heart misses a beat.

“And you're holding your wand wrong. Tilt it a bit downwards. Like this.” He grabs my hand, to show me how to do it properly. I forget how to breathe for a second. Okay, Simon. Calm down. Remember what's important. He's a vampire, he's evil, he's a Pitch, plotting, widow's peak, wow wow wow he's so beautiful, no, plotting. Plotting.

I snatch my hand away. He's trying to be my friend, so he can find out my weaknesses. He's trying to use me. Or to get information. He's trying... something. And it's not working. At all.

“Simon, what's going on?” Stop calling me Simon. Stop it. Stop smiling at me, stop being nice.

I am not handling this as well and professionally as I'd hoped to. I am on a mission. I have to deal with this as one. I just have to make sure he doesn't touch me again.

Suddenly, the door snaps open and someone rushes into our room. I can't even see who it is, he's already hurled himself at Baz. Tangled together, they fall to the ground. Baz is trying to throw him off himself and starts to punch him, but the other guy ducks away. That's when I see his face.

“Baz?!” I exclaim and stumble back. They both turn their heads towards me at the same time. Aleister Crowely. Impossible. No. Nothing's impossible. I know that by now.

Two pairs of grey eyes. Two widow's peaks. Two pretty faces. This is confusing me. But of course it has to be Baz... no one else can get into our room.

They both get up again, their eyes fixated on me. I don't know where to look.

The Baz who came in takes a little step towards me.

“Listen, Snow, you have to help me take him down. He's a – a freaking shape shifter,or something. He kidnapped me a few weeks ago. I can't explain everything now.” “You tricked me?!”

Fuck, I should've noticed this. There's no way that that guy is Baz. He was being nice to me.

“Wait, wait, wait – Simon, hold on a minute. Don't tell me you believe him. He's an imposer,” the Baz on the right, who helped me a few seconds ago, says. I hesitate. “Come on, please, Simon. I thought we were getting closer.” He looks at me with pleading eyes. That's not Baz. But the other one isn't either – I have no idea what's going on. I have no idea what to believe. They look exactly the same.

“I thought we were friends.” “Friends?” the other Baz chimes in. “Are you seriously buying this, Snow?! In what universe could we be friends?” “He's got a point,” I say. “Why would we be friends?” “Because I'm sick of fighting,” he mutters.

“But... But I told you that. A few days ago. I can't believe you. I – I -” “Simon, your magic!”

It's the Baz on the left again. He comes a little closer and reaches out his hand, as if he was going to touch me.

I can feel it almost overflowing. I know that I'm about to lose control. I don't want to go off.

“Breathe, Simon,” left-Baz says and I try to concentrate on his calm voice. “Slowly.” I close my eyes and listen to him counting. It calms me down a bit, but I can still feel the panic coursing through me.

Left-Baz is about to lay a hand on my shoulder, but I flinch back. “Don't touch me!” So I was right. It was all fake. Only that it wasn't the real Baz, but some shapeshifter. It must've been. But I don't know what to think. For all I know, none of the two people in front of me is really Baz.

“And why? Why would there be an imposer? Why the fuck is this happening?” “Probably because he wants to get closer to the Mage. Or you made him angry on one of your 'missions'. I bet there's lots of people out to kill you.” I think for a second. Then I remember. The Mage did make me kill two shapeshifters. But there were no survivors – that I know of. What if one of them came back? And if so – could I blame them?

I mutter the incantation of my sword, because I know that I'm going to need it.

“He's only telling you this so you'll believe him,” right-Baz says. “Tell me, Simon, when we were friends – didn't that feel right to you?” Of course it felt right to me.

“M-maybe, but – but why would you feel that way? You – you hate me. We're enemies.” I look at both of their faces intently, trying to find the mistake, as if I was looking at one of these Spot-the-difference pictures for children. I've never been good at those. But I am good at looking at Baz – I've done it a thousand times before.

I don't know – I just don't know – I feel like my head is going to explode. I lift my sword.

“Why, Baz?” I repeat.

Right-Baz lowers his head.

“It's because I don't hate you at all.” I tense up.

“It's because I'm in love with you, Simon Snow.” Pain shoots through my body, and I push my sword through his body without thinking. His body drops and I let go of the sword.

Fuck. I just killed Baz. I didn't even think about it – I just knew that Baz would never be in love with me.

(But I want him to.)

- No. No brackets. I want him to be. Period.

And I possibly just killed him. Because maybe – possibly – he is in love with me. Or maybe he was just lying to get me to believe him. I don't know. Oh fuck, I don't know.

“Fuck,” Baz (the one that's still alive) says, too, and he's gone even paler. (I didn't think that was possible.)

Then the corpse transforms – not into a person, but into a small, red stone.

“What is that?” “I don't know. Maybe he wasn't even here. Maybe that's what a shapeshifter leaves behind when he dies. Maybe he isn't dead. Let's get rid of it.” Baz grabs it from the floor and throws it through the open window.

“Let the merewolves take care of it.” So, I was right. It wasn't Baz.

I knew I would've known about that mole. Baz doesn't have one. The mole below his ear was just the shapeshifter's imperfection.

But that also means that Baz was never nice to me. And he never said he was in love with me.

How am I disappointed and relieved at the same time?

Baz sits on his bed and I watch him. (I can't help myself.) “Are you alright?” I whisper. He avoids my gaze.

“What do you think, Snow? I get kidnapped by one of the lunatics who want to get revenge on you, spent three weeks in a fucking coffin, finally manage to escape, only to come back to that damn imposer in cahoots with you. I'm splendid, Snow, truly.” “But... I killed him.” He stays silent for a moment. Then he swallows (I see his throat move).

“Seemed more like a reflex to me.” “Yeah, right, I didn't really think about it.” “Snow?” “I think I have to tell you something.” “Why don't you just tell me?” “Okay.” I wait for him to say something, but he doesn't keep talking. He shifts on his bed. I listen to his breathing. I'm glad he's back.

Why would the shapeshifter turn into Baz, not Penny? After all, Baz was my enemy. I think maybe it knew. I think maybe it imitated the one I felt for the most – and I know without a doubt that that's Baz.

I think Baz is not going to tell me whatever he wanted to say, so I turn away, but then I hear his voice, silently.

“I'm in love with you, Snow. For real.” Immediately, I sit up and stare at him.

“So?” he says. “If you're going to kill me, get it over with.”

I keep staring at him. His face looks strangely vulnerable, even in the pale moonlight. I think the soft Baz does exist inside of him. I would like to get to know what he's really like.

“Why would I kill you?” I whisper.

“You killed him,” Baz answers and his voice is cold. No. Smile at me, Baz.

“He wasn't you.” “But you didn't know that, Snow,” he says. Call me Simon.

“No, I knew,” I whisper and cross the room until I'm standing directly in front of him.

“Are you going to punch me?” Baz asks and draws back slightly.

“Anathema,” I mutter and lean closer. “I thought it couldn't be true.” “What?” “All of it. You being nice. You being my friend. But especially – you being in love with me.” He tilts his head closer to me and I see his eyelids fluttering.

“And now?” he says, his voice growing silent. “Now you believe me?” I bury my hands in his hair and pull him closer.

“I don't know.” He kisses me. He kisses me. This is real. This is happening.

“Yes,” I say when he draws back. “I believe.”

And I pull him in again. I let my fingers glide over his body, to memorize the way he feels under my hands, the way he kisses me, the way his hair is soft. I try to memorize every part, every inch. I want to be able to recognize his smell, his voice, his eyes. I hold him as tightly as I can.

It's him.

[carry-on-kissing-snowbaz]

Spooky Vampire Boyfriend (Spooky Week Day 1)

Never under any circumstances scare a vampire. Unless you’re Simon Snow. @snowbazspookyweek

Word Count: 2k

Simon

I never cared much about Halloween. When I was younger, the homes I lived in always tried to get us into the season by playing children’s Halloween movies and taking us to the local shopping center to trick-or-treat. But it wasn’t like it was for the kids in the movies and we all knew it. 

At Watford though, Halloween is huge. Lots of useful spells (and not so useful spells) come out of the season. Every year students try to make spells out of lines from A Nightmare Before Christmas and Hocus Pocus. The food is always especially good the week before the 31st, which has always been my favorite part. And there are always parties, Agatha likes those best. 

Baz has always spent Halloween at his house. I guess sending kids home with posh homemade treats and king sized candy bars is better than anything Watford has to offer. Or maybe he performs some creepy vampire ritual in his basement every year. 

This year though, he announced that I better not think of throwing any parties in the room because he’s staying. I don’t know why he’s staying and I don’t care why (well I care a little, what if he’s plotting something?).  I wasn’t planning on throwing a party but I can’t help but resent the fact that he’ll be here. Halloween has always been so nice because Baz was gone.

If I have to be miserable on Halloween then I may as well make it worth it. I’ve decided he’s earned a trick this year.

Baz

Snow has been giving me weird looks all week. I suspect he’s up to something but I don’t want to appear as if I care, so I don’t ask. But I do watch him when he thinks I’m not paying attention. I don’t know what I think I’m achieving when I do this, it’s not like staring at Snow has ever answered any of my questions. It just creates problems.

Still, I watch him. Bunce seems uninterested in whatever little game Snow’s devised. She frequently gives him that stern mothering look she’s so good at when he starts looking over at me. Wellbelove seems totally unconcerned. It’s old news that they broke up (heard about it about five minutes after I came back). But she’s still using her status as member of the trio of unholy ass-kissing to rep her party on the pitch on Halloween. 

I’m sitting in my room, ruminating over all of Snow’s strange behavior, when he makes things even weirder. 

“Why didn’t you go home?” Snow asks.

I turn around to look at him. He’s got this look on his face, half frustrated and half expectant. He doesn’t want to talk to me, but he like the idea of being out of the loop even less.

“I figured I’d enjoy the holiday season with you this year. You know, drink cheap liquor together while we both stare at your ex.”

Snow scowls.

“Don’t talk about Agatha like that.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Like what? Like she’s your ex? Because that’s the truth as I understand it, unless I’m mistaken?”

Snow’s face heats at my remark but he doesn’t start sputtering like he usually does.

“I know what game you’re playing and I won’t bite,” Snow says.

“That would be a first,” I say.

He glares at me.

“I know you’re up to something,” He says, finally. 

“I think you’re the one who’s up to something this time Snow,” I say.

The look of guilt that flashes across Snow’s face tells me everything I need to know.

“Looks like I’m not the only one plotting this time,” I say, smirking meanly.

Snow growls.

“Piss off.”

When he storms out of the room I wonder if I’m ever going to find what I’m looking for when I bait him like this. Am I hoping he’ll kill me? Kiss me? Or maybe I’m just hoping he won’t ever be able to ignore me. Simon

I’ve made a big deal about going to Agatha’s party all week. I want Baz to think that I won’t be anywhere near the room on Halloween. But he’s catching on to me; giving me smirks when he catches me staring at him and criticizing my ‘plotting’ techniques. 

“I don’t understand,” Penny says.

I pause, in the middle of stuffing my mouth with a pumpkin scone.

“What?” 

She purses her lips.

“If your not going to Agatha’s party, then why do you keep telling people you are?”

I look down at my empty plate. Telling Penny my plan means risking her disapproval. When Penny makes her mind up about something being a bad idea, she doesn’t let it go (or let you forget about it). 

“I just don’t want to deal with people this year. Me and Agatha being broken up has been…awkward. I need to get away from it all.”

It wasn’t necessarily a lie. I have been feeling uncomfortable going to the social events I normally go to with Agatha

Penny nods.

“That makes sense. But I’m more than willing to ditch the party. We can have our own thing in my room,” She says.

Normally I’d be all over that idea. Just not this time.

“I feel like I should study. It’s a weekday you know?”

Penny gives me a weird look, like she knows exactly what I’m up to. I try to make myself look sad about my decision. Finally a huge grin breaks across her face.

“I’ve finally rubbed off on you!” She squeals, reaching for me.

I hug her back, trying to ignore the guilt.

“Wish me luck,” I say.

Baz

Snow insists this party at the pitch tonight is going to be the best thing in the world, but I don’t see why he thinks I care so much (I mean I do, but how does he know that?). All it does is remind me of the party my parents are throwing to make plans with the Old Families and that makes my stomach turn. I really don’t want to think about home.

I spent a good amount of time moping on the ramparts and watching as everyone set up for Wellbelove’s big bash. I couldn’t see Snow but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. He probably went rekindling his romance with her off in the Wavering Wood. Maybe they got eaten by something, half of me hopes that happened.

Now I’m trudging up the stairs to our room, mad at myself for letting my misery win. 

I open the door and plop down on my bed, sighing heavily. It shouldn’t bother me that Snow’s having the time of his life, partying it up on the Pitch with his golden girl. But it does. I can’t help but think of the two of them, drinking weak liquor and looking like the dream team while all the social climbers watch. It makes my stomach turn.

I hear a rustle in the room. 

Before I can react or run, whatever has been hiding in the dark corner of our room springs out and jumps me on the bed.

I feel my fangs pop out.

Simon

I pounce on Baz, not making any sound. I’m proud of myself, he didn’t notice me at all when he came in! He just moped on his bed for a good minute or so. And then I couldn’t wait any longer.

I land on him, meaning to get his arms pinned so I can laugh in his scared face. But then he growls in a way I have never heard before. Suddenly I’m the one on my back, pinned to his bed. And he’s on top of me. 

Fangs. All I can see are his fangs. 

I feel my heart rate go up and my vision goes a little funny. Breathe I tell myself, panicking. It’s not like he’ll actually break the Roommates Anathema. 

“Trick-or-treat?” I gasp out.

Baz’s eyes light up with understanding, then rage, and then tired acceptance. 

“You are an absolute fucking git,” Baz says.

“I-I just wanted to scare you,” I say.

“I’m a vampire, which you know, and you decided to scare me?”

I stare at his fangs in amazement.

“You really are a vampire,” I whisper.

“Haven’t you been saying that for years Snow?”

“Yeah but now I know it’s true. Baz…can you read my mind?”

For a minute he just stares at me, then he rolls his eyes.

“Thank Merlin no, I can only imagine the torture,” He says.

I squirm a little in his grip, feeling strange.

“Can uh, I get up now?” I ask.

He studies my face.

“That depends…are you going to run off like the little Mageling you are and tell on me?”

I should tell the Mage. Crowley, I’ve been hoping for this kind of evidence for years. But the look on his face has me thinking other things, odd things. Like I’ve never seen someone more beautiful than him.

“I…no I’m not,” I mutter.

He scowls.

“I don’t believe you.”

“So what are you going to do to me then?” I ask.

I watch as Baz freezes. Then I freeze.

The question itself was normal enough but the way I asked it wasn’t. It came out flirty and a little breathless. I feel like I’ve left my body and am floating over it, screaming what are you doing?! But I can’t stop and I’m not sure I want to stop.

“Don’t,” Baz says.

“Don’t what?”

“The time for tricks is over, you got me already,” He says.

“I’m not playing a trick anymore,” I say.

“Prove it.”

I think about all the times I’ve watched Baz and all the fights I’ve started with him. It’s never worked, never relieved the feelings burning inside me. His face, inches above mine gives me an idea. 

I lean up.

Baz

Snow’s eyes are strange, lidded and warm in a way I’ve never seen them. I need to get control somehow, to try to fix this. He already knows I’m a vampire, I can’t let him figure out I’m in love with him too.

He leans up all of a sudden, making me flinch.

Then he kisses me.

I make a surprised noise, not understanding where this impulse of his is coming from. But then I realize I’m kissing Simon fucking Snow and I decide I don’t care why he’s doing this. 

I kiss him back, settling my weight on him in relief. 

It feels good to loop my fingers in his curls like I’ve always wanted to. He murmurs happily when I do it and pushes his own fingers into my hair. If Snow was looking for a way to distract me so he could run off to find the Mage or kill me while I’m off guard, then he’s found it. I can’t even think.

He breaks the kiss to look at me.

“I think the trick is on me,” He says, a little breathless.

“Huh?” All I know is I want to kiss him, again.

“I like you,” He whispers.

“I can see that,” I say, stupidly.

“Do you…like me?” He asks.

I give him a funny look.

“You scared me half to death and found out my secret. I have good reason to kill you. But instead I’m snogging you. Yes I think I like you,” I say.

He laughs.

“Would it be weird for me to ask you out on Halloween?” 

I feel my cheeks warm.

“I mean, a little. But it’s sort of fitting for us, isn’t it?”

“My spooky vampire boyfriend,” He says.

The word boyfriend makes me kiss him. How could I not kiss him?

Then the door to our room swings open. 

Bunce strolls in with a stack of books covering her face. She places them on the desk with an oomph and turns.

“Simon I thought we could study together-“

She breaks off when she sees us, her mouth open wide. Then she glares at Snow.

“This is not studying.”

[justowrite]

Costumes, and Secret dates.(Spooky Week Day 6)

Simon helps Baz with his costume for the Halloween dance before meeting his secret date and discovers Baz has one of his own. Only if Simon wasn’t so horribly oblivious.

length: 16k(ish)words.

(i hope this is not too bad) @snowbazspookyweek

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Simon.

I take the note on my desk and re-read it for 100th time. 

i’ll be waiting for you. 

It was written with a spell so I couldn’t recognize the letter or any of the others for that matter. I shake my head and stay determined.I take the makeup out, thinking what I am going to do. 

Halloween dance was an extravagant event in Watford. There was, even more, magic than usual. Everyone’s magic was enhanced for the night. The 7th and 8th years trying spells, enchanted decoration everywhere, over the top costumes. It was a truly amazing sight.

Only if my magic wasn’t on edge.

Baz. 

From across the room, I see Simon taking his makeup and spreading it across his bed. He is getting ready for our date. A date he doesn’t know it’s with me. Simon Snow is getting ready for a date with me. Alesteir Crowley. I am having a date with Simon Snow. Well for five seconds before he knows is me, yells at me and leave without even dancing.

Maybe I can maybe enchant a costume. To impress him.

And a bad idea strikes me. 

***

Simon.

“Auch!” Baz complains and I roll my eyes. “My eyes Snow.” 

“If you didn’t move so much it wouldn’t hurt!” Finally, he stops and I can apply the eyeliner peacefully. “Okay open your eyes.” Baz obeys and looks straight back at me. I am proud of how good it looks, his eyes are more intense with the line defining them. 

I guess I stare for too long because he calls for my attention, “Does it look good?” 

“Yeah…pretty straight”  .

“Unlike me.” He says quietly.

Did I hear him correctly? “What?”

“Is that all then?” Baz looks away, uncomfortable and awkward.

“Mmm…” I smile, I’ve never seen Baz like this. “No, not at all. You need more than eyeliner to be a vampire.” I laughed, “Even if you have most of checked out natural.” I ignore his deadly stare. 

He sighs resigned and closes his eyes again. I look at the things on my bed, thinking about what to do next. I decide to do a smokey eyeliner with some purple in the under part of the eye. I start with a black eyeshadow to smoke the liner.  

It’s weird -not bad, just weird- to be sitting in my bed doing makeup. It feels too close to friendship, even when I have no idea why he asked my help. He just came in the room and awkwardly  I am about to ask when he cuts me. 

“How do even know how to do all of this?” He opens the eye I just finished, and I start the other one. 

“Agatha taught…don’t move Baz!” He closes his eyes again. “Agatha taught me, I ask her once for something for my bruises to go in one of those events her family goes on Chrismas and slowly I start it doing it more and more.” I take another brush to blend with a light brown to blend the black and make a smooth transition between the black and his skin. 

“Why?” He almost sounds like he cares. 

“Mmm…” I stop to think for a second. “I don’t know, I am always running, fighting.” I use the same brown on the under the lower lashes. “Sometimes I like to do nothing, no one life depending on me to not fuck up.” Finally, I take a slightly dark purple and place under the eyes.

“It must be so tiresome to be a walking bomb,” Baz answers sarcastic and opens his eyes. I just roll my eyes and look for the mascara.

“Why can’t just…not talk?” I complain

“Because unlike you Snow, I can actually use magic without setting it on fire.” 

“Do you want my help or not?” I clench my teeth, rethinking if this was a good idea.

“Okay, I am sorry.” I calm down, and he leaves the ‘I am better than you’ position. “Open your eyes, don’t blink.” I get close to his face, to be careful to not poke his eyes(even though I want to). My hand touches shortly his skin, it’s cold but soft. Our breaths are mixing. His eyes are deep and intense. 

But I am done before I realized and I back away. I try not think how good he looks, how he probably has never worn makeup still he looks like a damn model, how he always looks better.

I start to look for the bronzer, “Baz?” He doesn’t answer, I keep going. “Why did asked for my help?” 

Finally, I find the bronzer, as I start to apply lightly it I realized he doesn’t need it. He already has high and elegant cheekbones. “It’s none of your business” Of course that’s his answer. 

“Come on Baz, I answered when you asked.” 

He looks at me hesitantly, “I…I am going to meet someone tonight.” I stop looking for the lipstick and look up. 

“Which girl would put up with you?” He glares back at me, and I almost regret doing his eyes in such an intimidating way. 

“I made myself that question started dating Wellbelove.” I decide to ignore him. I am almost done. “It’s a boy.” He says carefully as if he was testing something. I stay still for a second, something in my stomach sinks. I am almost done, I remember myself. 

I skip blush, I don’t think vampires blushed a lot. Well, Baz doesn’t at least. I pick two lipsticks that I don’t use often but are perfect for this situation.“Which one?” I show him a dark purple and a dark red. He chooses dark purple. 

He leaves his mouth half open like I ask him to. His breath is minty, he must have just brushed his teeth. His lips are surprisingly not dry, the color goes smoothly over them. When I back away and see the end result, I swallow. He looks threatening, badass, and sexy. Again I stare for too long until he asks if I am done. I realize I’ve been holding my breath. 

“Yeah” He takes the mirror I offer him and looks at him. I could swear I saw a sparkle in his eyes. I don’t know what, but a wave of pride overcame me. 

“It looks good Snow.” He pauses, “Thanks.” 

“Your welcome. It was…fun…” It doesn’t feel like a lie. “Penny doesn’t let do her makeup anyway, she moves more than you do. It’s impossible. This was okay.” I laughed.  I put the cap back on the lipstick and offer it to him. He only looks at it confused. “Take it, to reapply.” Hesitantly, he does, “Just give it back.” He simply nods before standing up. 

***

Baz.

I lose my breath as I see him walk close to the entrance of hall. His usual freckles were replaced by blue glitter that matched his eyes, his face was contoured in deeps blues and purples. His eyes looked bigger lined with a lila and pink eyeshadow. Finally, his lips were tinted a light pink. For a moment I can’t believe my eyes, sparkles were literally falling around him. They changed colors every few seconds. His hair, like always messy, but with colored tips for a change matching his fairy vibe.

At last, he sees me, I gulp nervously. Suddenly I feel stupid with these stupid fake fangs –I’m not stupid enough to risk anyone actually knowing I’m dead–, and blood dripping from the corners of my mouth. He leaves Bunce to enter the room and approaches me.

He looks down to the bouquet of white roses on my hand. “Waiting for your date?” He asks awkwardly. At the sound of his voice, the roses turned a baby blue. And even under his makeup, I see his light pink blush.

I take it as a signal. “For you, actually.”  And even under his makeup, I manage his light pink blush. He steps away from me, the amount glitter around him intensifies.

“I told you!” I turn my head to see Bunce with a victory smile on her face.

“Penny!” Simon yells at her. She only gives him a smirk back and leaves. “Is this a joke? Are you mocking me? If you are-” He sounded almost hurt, and I started to feel his magic. The glitter was moving in a storm like way.

“I am not.” I take a step closer to him.

“Why would you-“

I cut him again. I take I deep breath in and exhale the words trapped in the throat. “I’m in love with you, Simon.” I place my free hand on his cheek. For a moment the rain around us pauses.

I think I might kiss him. I think I’ll be happy if he kills me after(I don’t understand he hasn’t done it yet).

And then he kisses me.

The glitters are falling on me now. Everything around me feels like is moving too fast. I don’t know what I am doing, I hope I am doing okay. I feel him lose his hand under my hand, and the other pulling me from my tie. Mine is still in his cheek when he lets me go, and rests his forehead on mine.

“You’ll have to re-apply your lipstick.” He says laughing

“It’s your effort that you are wasting Snow.” He immediately pulls away and glares me straight to my eyes.

I get a look on how my(his) lipstick left stained his. “Call me Simon.” I roll my eyes. “I love you, Simon.”

[thecruciblegavemeyou]

Day 1: Tricks

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it’s like 1.2k ish. have fun

Holidays had always been the perfect excuse for Baz to play tricks on Snow. Floating sheets, strategically placed mistletoe, seran wrap on the toilet (he didn’t talk to Baz for days after that one, even though it had been Penny’s idea).

So Baz decided that the week leading up to Halloween would be perfect to play some new tricks on his unsuspecting roommates.

7 Days

Snow had no idea what was coming for him.

“Hey.”

“How was class?” Baz hummed. Simon groaned and plopped down at the counter, where Baz was trying to bake.

“Long. Boring. The Professor is killing me.”

Snow, predictable as ever, leaned over and popped the first candy eyeball Baz made into his mouth.

“Simon, that’s not a candy!” The treat made a pop as it shot back out of Snow’s mouth.

“What the fuck, Baz?”

“That was a real eyeball I borrowed from the lab at school to use as a model!” Baz exclaimed, carefully picking the eyeball up off the floor.

Simon gagged and violently rubbed his tongue off. “Are you shitting me? You couldn’t just, you know, look up a picture?!”

“I wanted them to be... realistic. And I was joking.”

Simon glared at Baz, and made off to finish his schoolwork.

6 Days

Next was Penny’s turn. Simon had once mentioned in passing that Penny happened to be deathly afraid of bats.

Spelling a fake bat to fly around the bathroom wasn’t hard at all. The shrieking that followed was better than Baz expected. Simon made attempts to glare at Baz, but failed to hide the smirk on his own face.

“Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, you’re dead.” Penny screamed, walking out of the bathroom with one hand holding up a towel, a dripping wet toy bat in the other, and soap still in her hair.

“And Simon.”

“I had nothing to do with it!” Simon gawked.

“A) you laughed, and B) how else would Baz know about my fear of bats?”

Simon blushed, but didn’t protest as Penny flung the sopping bat into my lap.

5 days

Today’s trick was simple. Baz simply placed a very realistic-looking dismembered finger in the jam.

It was really a toss-up as to who found it first. Both Penny and Simon had jam nearly every morning.

But Simon woke up first. Baz smiled to himself and waited patiently as he watched Simon stumble into the kitchen.

He could smell coffee brewing and bread in the toaster. Peaceful, perfect.

A shriek and five seconds later, Simon re-entered the bedroom with a (fake) bloody finger, covered in jam.

“I smashed the last fucking jar of jam, you twat.”

“I have no idea what you’re on about, Snow.”

Penny appeared behind Simon in the doorway, and joined the staring contest.

4 days

Penny thwarted Baz’s original prank on Simon (she found the fake spider first, and tossed it out the window).

Thankfully, Simon, being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, brought home pumpkins to carve.

It was only too easy to spell some fairly large mice to pop out of Simon’s pumpkin as he began to carve.

“Fucking hell, Baz, this is getting old.” Simon complained, holding two mice up by the tail. Baz had to admit he hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time.

“My apologies, love.” Baz fluttered his lashes and kissed Simon’s cheek, making a satisfying smack.

“Is that a promise to stop?”

“Absolutely not.”

Snow groaned, and brought the mice outside.

3 Days

Caramel (onion) apples: a beloved classic.

The look of betrayal on SImon’s face as he took a bite almost made Baz feel guilty. The immediate coughing a sputtering sounds made him feel a little less guilty.

Simon shot him a look. “That’s just cruel.”

“I-”

“You know how much I love caramel apples.”

“I made some real ones too.” Baz tried to make amends (he really did make real ones).

“Ha. like I’d trust you.” Snow hissed, tossing the caramel onion in the trash.

Baz held out his arms for Simon, and forced an apologetic look on his face. “Awe, I’m sorry. Come gimme a kiss.”

“Oops, can’t. Onion breath.” Simon grimaced, making his way to the bathroom.

Baz laughed.

2 Days

Baz decided Penny hadn’t had nearly enough attention during prank week.

Therefore, it was only right that she had another turn.

Baz took a step back and performed a classic prank from his childhood, the life-size jack-in-the-box.

He didn’t make the box too big, and he made sure to make the label from Micah. He vaguely remembered Penny mentioning she was waiting for a surprise package from her American boyfriend.

And this time, Simon was giddy to play along. Baz, of course, couldn’t be in the box himself. Penny would know. But with SImon supposedly at class, and Baz watching Halloween classics on the couch,  the package seemed perfectly friendly.

“Aha!” Simon shouted as soon as Penny opened the box. She stumbled backwards and nearly knocked over the lamp.

Unfortunately for Simon, Penny had more of a fight response than a flight response, but black eyes were simple enough to spell away.

“Merlin Baz, give it up!” Penny hissed as she pressed an ice pack to Simon’s face. He was laughing and glaring in the same moment.

“Sorry.” (Baz was).

Hallow’s Eve

“Penny,” Simon whispered, as soon as Baz headed off to take a shower, “tomorrow’s halloween, and it’s the perfect time to get revenge on Baz.”

Penny smiled back devilishly and replied “what’s the plan?”

Halloween Day

It was unusual for Simon to wake up before Baz, especially on a Sunday.

Baz pulled on some sweatpants and stumbled into the kitchen. Penny was already reading at the counter, tea in hand and pastry crumbs littering her empty plate.

“Pen, where’s Simon off to?” Baz hummed.

“He left.”

“Where?”

“Away from you. He really hates pranks, you know. He said it reminded him too much of when you were enemies, so he said he had to get away. He said that you shouldn’t contact him-”

Baz’s stomach bottomed out, and his heart leapt into his throat. “Penelope, where the fuck is he? This is a joke, right? Where’s Simon?”

Tears began polling in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Baz-” she shook her head.

“HA!” Simon shouted, jumping on Baz from behind. They boy nearly had a heart attack, and immediately ripped the mask off Simon.

“You fucking asshole.”

“You started it!” Simon giggled, slipping hands around Baz’s waist.

Baz smiled and leaned in for a kiss, ignoring the rolling of Penny’s eyes.

“How does it always backfire on me? Get a room.” She moaned. 

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Scary Movies - Spooky Week Day 3

AU where Baz and Simon meet watching a scary movie. Hope everyone likes it! @snowbazspookyweek

Word Count: 2644

Simon POV

“Really Penny?” I say, pointing at a poster outside of the theatre. “Out of all the movies in the world we could see, why this one?”

“Because I happen to like horror movies and not be a chicken like you.” Penny says, poking me in the ribs. “Besides, it’s not so creepy, Simon. It’s just a doll…”

“Yeah, a doll who kills people,” I protest. “If that isn’t creepy, I don’t know what is!”

I look over at Penny and she is staring right at me with a determined look in her eye. I sigh. Whenever Penny gets that look, I know anything I’m arguing is a lost cause.

“Fine.” I relented. “But if I leave halfway through, you are not allowed to be mad at me.”

After buying our tickets and getting copious amounts of food (a small drink and popcorn for Penny and large ones for me, plus some candy), Penny and I head into the theatre to take our seats.

“Man, it is full in here” says Penny, looking around the theatre. She suddenly points to the back of the room. “Ooh, there, I see two seats!”

We make our way to the seats just as the trailers start up. We say a chorus of sorrys and excuse mes, and I try not to spill popcorn on anyone. As we reached our seats and are about to sit down, I trip over my own feet and start to fall. Luckily, I fall on to the seat. Unluckily, I spill popcorn all over the person next to me.

“I’m so sorry, I just…” I stop mid-sentence. The person next to me is a boy, my age. He has deep brown eyes and high widow’s peak leading to long, black hair, that is peppered with popcorn pieces.

“It’s alright” the boy says, running his hands through his hair, trying to get rid of all the popcorn. He almost got all of it, but there was one kernel still left.

“You missed one” I point out as I reach forward and take it out of his hair. The boy raises his eyebrow and I realize what I’ve done. I blush and turn to face the screen, just as the lights dim. Even creepy dolls are better than awkward moments with cute boys.

Baz POV

I am beyond entertained.

Not by the movie. I mean, it isn’t the worst horror movie ever: it isn’t too cheesy, and it is proper scary. But what is really entertaining are the reactions of the golden-haired boy next to me. I can see him out of the corner of my eye and he looks absolutely terrified. Every time the suspenseful music starts, his body tenses up and at even the smallest jump scares, he freaks out.

I could honestly sit here all day watching this boy’s reaction on his lovely face, but I force my eyes back to the screen. I paid way too many pounds for this film and I am going to get my money’s worth out of it.

It is nighttime in the film and I know then that something is going to pop out. The boy next to me is guaranteed to freak out, but my eyes are glued to the screen. I am determined not to look at him. He spilled popcorn on me for Crowley’s sake.

The music intensifies then, for a brief moment, stops all together. All of a sudden, something pops onto the screen and the music blasts, causing half of the theatre to jump in fright. Of course, as I see out of the corner of my eye, this includes the golden-haired boy. So much so, in fact, that his hand goes flying out of his popcorn and straight onto the armrest between us. This would have been fine, but it so happens something was already there.

My hand.

His hand is gripping onto mine so tight I don’t believe that he has realized it’s not the armrest yet. My fingers are stretched out straight, frozen in the uncertainty of what I should do.

The bloke’s grip loosens up, but doesn’t let go completely. Clearly, he has realized that he isn’t holding the seat, but why hasn’t he let go yet?

His hand continually shifts slowly and ever so slightly, until we are palm to palm, my fingers still as straight as rulers. He curls his fingers into mine, and I decide then to follow suit, until we are properly holding hands.

I nervously eye Dev and Niall on my left, but they are too engrossed in the movie to notice any hand-holding on my part.

My eyes flicker back to the screen, but this boy has my full attention. His hand is warm against mine and I can feel every little shift he makes, sending goosebumps all over my body.

Crowley, this golden-haired bloke just might be the death of me.

Simon POV

His hand is quite cool in mine, but soft. Our fingers stay interlocked throughout the movie, to my surprise.

I wasn’t sure what to do after I grabbed his arm, but my hand decided to move on its own to hold his. Thank Crowley, he grabbed back; otherwise, I think I would have died of embarrassment.

The pressure of his hand is all I can think of at first, but, eventually, the movie gets me curious enough and I have to watch. Every time a jump scare comes on (which is often), I involuntarily grip the bloke’s hand harder. He doesn’t seem to mind, though; he keeps holding my hand throughout.

Penny doesn’t seem to have noticed that I am holding the hand of the boy next to me; she is too interested in the movie. Thank Crowley for that, because I don’t think I could deal with her teasing right now.

The movie is about to reach the climax and the music starts getting louder. I know the biggest jump scare is going to happen soon, I am sure of it, but I cannot tell exactly when. Jump scares are the worst part of horror movies and it becomes too much for me. So, me being as impulsive as always, I bury my face into the boy’s shoulder, so I don’t look at the screen.

I can feel his body tense up against mine, but he lets out a shaky sigh and loosens up again. We stay like that for a couple of moments and I breathe in the scent of his sweater. He smells like cedar and bergamot; it’s quite a lovely scent. I relax into him, despite the terror happening on screen.

Eventually, I cannot stand the wait any longer and I whisper into his shoulder, “Has it happened yet?”

“No” he replies quietly. “You’ll hear at least someone scream when it does.”

I stay, buried into his shoulder, until I hear the music climax. Suddenly, some girls in the audience scream and I even feel the boy flinch slightly. I tilt my head back towards the screen, knowing the worst has passed, but I don’t lift it up.  

Our hands stay together, and my head stays on his shoulder for the rest of the movie. I’m in a daze, my thoughts all on the boy next to me, when the lights come up in the theatre.

We separate abruptly, my head flying up and our hands letting go before either of our friends notice. I see out of the corner of my eye that he turns towards his friends and starts up a conversation about the movie with them. My shoulders fall slightly. I kinda hoped that something would happen after the lights came up, but clearly that is not going to happen.

The boy and his chums raise up out of their seats, gather their things and start filling out of the aisle. I am about to follow suit when I feel a tug on my arm. “No, stay seated” says Penny, eyes still glued to the screen. “I want to watch the credits; it’s the best part!”

I roll my eyes and reply, “Finally, something we can agree on”.

We stay in our seats until the very end, then pack up and leave. By the time we exit, it is so late that the movie theatre itself is practically empty. There are just a few people milling about and a couple of boys in the arcade. Two boys in fact. Who look exactly like the ones who were with the black-haired boy.

I stop straight in my tracks, causing Penny to run straight into me. She is about to start yelling at me, when she sees where I’m looking. Her face melts from anger into realization and she smiles.

“What is it Penny?” I ask her, nervous of the look she is giving me.

“C’mon” she replies, grabbing my arm again and dragging me over to the arcade. I try to protest, but Penny keeps moving, undeterred.

“Excuse me” she says to the boys’ backs as we walk in. They both turn around and look at her. “Yeah?”

“Your friend from the theatre. My friend wants his number. Where is he?” Penny asks. I widen my eyes nervously as the boys look between them.

“Ah this makes more sense now” the one on the right says. “He went running into the loo. Now I can see why.”

“Thank you” says Penny and she drags me away again.

“Ow!” I yell pointedly, and yank my arm out of Penny’s grasp. “Stop dragging me. And what was all that for?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you in the theatre, Si. Holding hands, head on his shoulder. It was pretty obvious considering you otherwise wouldn’t have stuck around for the whole movie.” Penny gives me a pointed look.

I start to sputter, then let out a groan. Of course. I should have known better. Penny always sees everything, doesn’t matter how much she loves horror movies.

“Fine, you caught me” I reply. “Still, why did you do that?”

Penny lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes. “Si, you are clearly into him and it seemed like he was reciprocating the feeling. Plus, I have had enough of your sulking around the apartment since Agatha broke up with you. It’s time you moved on and I think I found the perfect person for that. Now go!”

She gives me a small push towards the loo and I give her a glare over my shoulder. I face back towards the loo and take a deep breath. Well, what is the worst that could happen. If I don’t do this, I may never see him again. I’ve got nothing to lose but him, and I don’t want that to happen. I step towards the door.

Baz POV

I splash water up onto my face and look into the mirror. My dark eyes stare back at me, but all I can think about are the blue eyes of the boy from the theatre. I let out a shaky sigh and rub my hands over my face. I should have pulled back when I had the chance. Clearly, the golden-haired boy intended for this to be a one-time thing and nothing more than that. I should have known that from the start.

Still, my thoughts wander to the feeling of his hand in mine and his head buried into my shoulder. I can’t seem to snap out of those thoughts. I splash more water on my face, hoping that it will clear my thoughts.

Suddenly, the washroom’s door bursts open, hitting the wall next to it. I quickly look up at it, startled, and see none other than the boy from the theatre in the doorway.

He stands there nervously for a few seconds, then walks in, letting the door shut behind him. I look around, trying to be nonchalant, and I see that no one else is in the loo besides us. That’s good.

I turn my eyes back to him and he looks like he is trying to say something, but doesn’t quite know how. His mouth is flying open and closed like a fish. I take pity on him and speak first. “Hello. Quite a movie that was.”

He blushes, and a nervous smile appears on his face. “Can’t say I was paying much attention. I’m Simon, by the way.”

“Basilton, but everyone calls me Baz.” I grimace. “It’s a family name.”

Simon holds back a laugh and takes a step towards me, holding out his hand. “Don’t worry, my last name is Snow. I get it.”

I hesitate a second, then shake his hand. It seems so formal in comparison to half an hour ago, but I’ll accept anything at this point. Even just shaking his hand, though, I feel a spark between us and goosebumps appear on my body again.

Our hands stay together for a second too long, then we both drop our arms. We both stare awkwardly at each other.

Again, he looks like he is trying to find the words, but nothing is coming out. The awkwardness becomes too much and the elephant in the room takes over my thoughts. Finally, I can’t hold it in any longer.

“So, about what happened…”

I let the sentence die off and we stare at each other. Simon takes another step forward and another, until we are mere inches apart. I inhale sharply at the closeness of us.

He takes that as a hint and leans in the rest of the way. Our lips meet and, Crowley, he is kissing me. His lips are warm and soft on mine, and I kiss him back, hard. I just want more and more of that feeling. My hands reach up to tangle in his curly, gold hair as his reach around me to pull me closer and rest on my back.

His mouth opens slightly and mine does too, in response. My tongue enters his mouth and his meets mine. We are full on snogging now, my hands running throughout his curls. Simon takes lead and pushes me against the washroom door, but I don’t mind. Being pulled close to him, having his lips on mine, is better than what I possibly could’ve imagined. I am fully invested in him and me, and our lips together, my thoughts wrapped completely in us.

A sharp rap at the door brings me out of it and we slowly part lips, gasping for air. The person on the other side of the door knocks again and I can hear snickering.

“Hey, Baz, we would like to go soon. So, if you could, you know, wrap things up in there, that would be great.”

I scowl. Dev and Niall. I hear more snickering, then footsteps leading away from the loo. I look at Simon.

“Sorry about that. I hate my friends.”

Our arms are still wrapped around each other and our eyes are locked. We are breathing the same air. He smiles and my scowl fades away. “It’s alright. They mean well.”

We both reluctantly pull away and I reach for the door.

“Wait!” exclaims Simon. “Um, can I get your number?”

I give him a smile. “Sure.”

We exchange phones and I enter in my number in his phone. “You better message me.”

He looks up at me. “Don’t worry, I will. In fact, do you want to maybe see another movie tomorrow?”

“Another scary movie?” I tease, handing him back his phone.

“No!” he exclaims. “I was thinking more of a comedy or anything else, really”

“Well, I’ll miss you being terrified, but I guess I’ll deal with it. It’s a date.”

He grins up at me and grabs my hand. “Great!”

We walk out of the loo, hand in hand and I can’t help but think that, Crowley, I am living a charmed life.

[snowbaz-fanfiction-library]

Why no memes fo the Halloween thing?? :(

you can still make halloween themed memes! just not for this event as the point of the week is to promote creative content like fanart, fan edits, and fanfics

in the future, please send any questions about snowbaz spooky week to @snowbazspookyweek

- anna

[femslashy]

i love all your writing so much and am so excited for what you put out next 💞💞💞💞

thank you lovely!! unless i get super mega inspired i won’t have anything new up until @snowbazspookyweek (i’m going to try and do at least a drabble all 7 days but we’ll see!!) and then i’m starting a new longfic au for nanowrimo that might be out the beginning of january? depends if i can finish nano or not lmao (50k in a month? katie you had to wear a wrist brace after 26k are u crazy) (yes the answer is yes)

AND BEGIN AGAIN PLS BE HYPE FOR BEGIN AGAIN BC IT’S COMING NOVEMBER 23RD EVEN IF IT KILLS ME

[worstchosenone]

To Be Nice

Summary: A cute first-year fic about our boys and candy. 

Words: 423

For day two of @snowbazspookyweek 

Prompt: Treats

Simon Snow had never been trick-or-treating, he rarely even got candy and when he did, it was the cheap, off-brand type that comes in huge sacks for only like 5 pounds.

So when he found out that the older years got candy and let the younger years come to their doors to trick-or-treat, he was beyond happy. 

He went to the door of every older student he knew (he even went to the doors of some disgruntled and candy-less teachers) until his pillowcase was nearly halfway full, and he could barely carry it over his little shoulder. 

When he got back to the room, Baz was sitting at his desk, working on something (probably homework). He looked up and sneered when Simon came in, when he spotted his sack of candy, he let out a condescending chuckle. 

“Did you go trick-or-treating? Don’t you think you’re a bit old for that?” (Baz hadn’t gone trick-or-treating since his mother died, no one had bothered to take him, and he’d figured that was when he was supposed to grow up).

Simon wasn’t going to let Baz ruin this for him. “No, loads of the other first years were doing it. Some second and third years too,” Baz only huffed at that. 

“Well,” He said, pushing his chair out. “I’m going to bed, so if you could keep your loud chewing to a minimum.”

Simon shrugged, sitting cross-legged on the floor and overturning the contents of his pillow-case. He was going to sort through his treats and see how much good (and bad) candy he had. 

He looked over to Baz, lying on his bed, facing away from him. He wondered who thought that eleven was too old to trick-or-treat (probably Baz’s pretentious family).

“Hey, Baz?”

“What?” He growled.

“When was the last time you went to trick-or-treating?”

“I don’t know.”

Simon found that sad, even if it was his arch-nemesis he was feeling sad for.  

“Do you want to share my candy?”

“No, Snow. I do not want to share your candy.”

Simon rolled his eyes at Baz’s remark but used his hand to separate the candy into two piles anyway.

“Come on. It’s not poisoned.”

“Why?”

Simon shrugged, then, upon realizing that Baz couldn’t see him, said, “I don’t know. To be nice.”

Baz huffed at that but got out of bed anyway. Mirroring Simon and sitting on the floor, he pulled the candy into his lap. 

“I still hate you,” Baz said, picking through his candy. 

Simon just shrugged. 

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Are You Scared? (Spooky Week Day 3)

If I had to guess, I’m pretty sure Simon and Baz watching scary movies is a hilarious sight. Hope ya’ll enjoy! @snowbazspookyweek

Warning: If you have never seen the film 28 Days Later just know that I reference scenes throughout the fic, so some spoilers are in it.

Word Count: 1141

Simon

Penny sat across from Simon and Baz, smirking. Whenever she got a look on her face like that it usually meant cleaning out the flat or an impromptu study session. 

“I am not giving away any more jumpers, I don’t care what you say,” Simon warned her, glaring. 

She shook her head.

“I’m not thinking of another spring cleaning,” She said.

Baz raised his eyebrows prettily.

“That’s a shock,” He said.

Penny flipped him the bird.

“Shut up, I’ve helped you both become much more organized. Anyways, that’s not what I had in mind.”

Simon narrowed his eyes, instantly suspicious.

“Remember how fun it was as a kid to rent a movie from Blockbuster for the weekend? Especially around Halloween when you’d get a scary one,” She said.

Simon frowned.

“They didn’t really take us to those when I was in the group homes,” Simon said.

Her expression softened and she reached out to rub his arm comfortingly.

“Well, what about you Baz?”

He shook his head.

“My family has never really been the Blockbuster type. Or the movie type for that matter.”

“Elitist,” Penny fake coughed.

“I’ve never actually seen a scary movie,” Simon said.

“Me either,” Baz said.

Penny clapped her hands over her open mouth, excitement radiating off of her.

“Guess what we’re doing tonight!” She yelled.

“Spring cleaning?” Baz asked, hopeful.

Simon sighed, already caving in. There was no way to shake Penny off once she decided to do something. He just hoped that he wouldn’t end up screaming like a small child when the movie started.

Baz

Penny was scrolling through the horror section on Netflix. She warned them that scary movies weren’t necessarily supposed to have good plots or acting, that wasn’t what you watched them for. Baz privately wondered what exactly was the purpose of watching one of these films. 

She kept asking the weirdest questions like Do you guys like slashers? Or are you more poltergeist/possession fans? Baz just hoped that he could maintain his cool disregard once she picked a movie and started it.

“Oh this one is good!” She said.

“28 Days Later,” Simon said, squinting to read the title.

“You need glasses,” Baz said.

Simon shot him a defiant look.

“All right let’s watch!” She said, clapping excitedly.

Baz felt a surge of anxiety.

“Aren’t you going to give us a brief plot summary?” He asked.

She smirked meanly.

“I think it’s better for you to go in with no expectations,” She said.

They watched for a minute or so, nothing scary happening yet. Baz was confused. There was a monkey on the screen, obviously being tested on in a lab. But he was watching multiple T.V.s showing violent footage. Was the movie about a serial killer monkey? He wasn’t sure he could suspend reality that much.

“Oh good,” Simon said, “People are coming to free the monkey.”

Penny bit her lip.

“Uh…” She trailed off.

Something bad was going to happen to the monkey, Baz could feel it.

“Penny I swear if you make Simon watch an animal death I’m going to kill you,” Baz said.

Then, in a twist of events Baz had not expected, the monkey ran out of his newly opened cage and attacked his savior. Baz’s heart was racing at top speed. He noticed that Simon was totally rigid, blue eyes wide with fear.

“So it is a serial killer monkey,” Baz said.

“Not quite,” Penny said. 

Once the evil monkey was taken care of, the girl who had been attacked started twitching unnaturally. Then the camera focused on her face, her eyes a now eerie yellow and red. She jumped and attacked her friend, making horrible noises.

“It’s a virus! Just like the scientist warned them!” Simon said, voice funny.

Baz wondered if his stomach muscles would ever unclench.

“See what I mean? It’s fun!” Penny said.

Baz didn’t respond. He only hoped the movie wouldn’t get scarier than it already was.

Simon

The movie was coming to an end. Simon could feel the muscles in his shoulders cramping but he made no move to relax. Hannah, one of the main characters, was wandering around the house narrowly escaping perverted soldiers and the infected. Simon was terrified she wasn’t going to make it to the end of the film. They’d already killed off one of his favorite characters. 

Simon had wanted to yelp a couple of times when the jump scares had gotten especially tense, but both Baz and Penny looked completely at ease. He hadn’t wanted to be the scared one of the group.

They had gotten to the part where the group tries to escape the mansion, just having decided to drive their car through the locked gates.

“Crowley, they’re going to try to crash through,” Simons said.

“Someone’s going to die,” Baz said.

“Suddenly you're a horror movie expert?” Penny asked dryly.

In the end the remaining survivors came together to live on a farm. It looked as if the infected were dying off, which Simon found to be only slightly comforting. Penny sighed and leaned forward for the remote, turning off the T.V.

“All right, I’m going to bed. I had fun guys. We should have a scary movie marathon tomorrow night for Halloween!” 

“Sure,” Baz agreed.

“Okay,” Simon said, dreading it.

She bounced happily off to her bedroom.

“So,” Baz said.

“Did you want to watch something else? Like a comedy?” Simon asked.

“Do you want to?” Baz asked.

“Only if you need it,” Simon said, quick to disguise his fear.

“Oh I’m fine. I could probably watch another,” Baz said.

Simon silently cursed to himself. If Baz was this enthusiastic about scary movies, Simon would probably have to watch a lot more.

“I mean, we could. But it’s getting late,” Simon said.

Baz studied him.

“Did the movie scare you?” Baz asked.

“No,” Simon said, “Did it scare you?”

“Of course not,” Baz said.

They were both silent.

“I mean,” Baz said, “From a purely objective standpoint, it was scary.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it scared a lot of people.”

“Just not us,” Baz said.

“Yup,” Simon said.

Simon studied Baz’s guarded expression.

“It scared the shit out of you didn’t it?” Simon asked.

“Completely,” Baz said, “And you?”

“Barely stopped myself from screaming bloody murder,” Simon said.

“Voltron marathon?” Baz asked.

“I’ll make the popcorn,” Simon said.

He got up to go to the kitchen and noticed it was dark. He paused and turned around.

“Um, Baz?” Simon said.

“Oh thank Merlin,” Baz said, rising to follow him to the kitchen, “I thought you were going to leave me alone in here.”

They stumbled into the kitchen holding hands, quivering messes the both of them.

“No more scary movies,” Simon said.

Baz nodded, flinching as they turned the kitchen light on.

“Definitely no more scary movies,” He agreed.

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Sweet Invitations (Spooky Week Day 2)

In this one-shot, Simon and Baz never got together during their investigation of Natasha Pitch’s death. Now it’s two years later and Halloween night :) @snowbazspookyweek

Word Count: 1303

Simon

Simon stood in the candy aisle, wondering what Normal kids would want to get for Halloween. Normally Simon knew his way around Normal stuff, but he’d never really had the opportunity to trick-or-treat when he was growing up. It was then, while he had three jumbo candy bags in his arms, that he noticed the person standing near him in the aisle.

The guy hadn’t noticed Simon yet, which made sense. Simon no longer smelled like magic these days and besides, he was practically buried under all the candy he had in his arms.

“Baz?” He asked, half shocked.

Baz looked up, expression blank until he recognized Simon. He froze for a moment, as if completely caught off guard. Then his old cocky half-smile emerged.

“Simon Snow, in the flesh,” Baz said.

“What are you doing?” Simon asked.

Baz shook the bag in his hand.

“Getting candy for tonight, like you.”

Simon frowned.

“Is that really going to be enough?” He asked.

Baz shrugged.

“Everyone thinks my house is haunted, we only get the brave ones.”

Simon grinned, in spite of himself.

The last time he’d seen Baz had been when they’d confronted the Mage. Back then Simon had been sure they were headed somewhere, becoming friends or something. But then Simon had lost his magic and it had all been too much. He and Penny had gotten the flat and that had been the end of it. Baz had never checked in. Simon wasn’t sure why he cared so much; it had already been two years.

“Well if you want to come by tonight me and Penny have a flat around the corner,” Simon said.

“Are you guys…a thing?” Baz asked.

Simon felt his cheeks redden, which didn’t make any sense. What did it matter if Baz thought they were an item?

“No we’re just friends,” Simon said.

“Oh,” Baz said.

“Anyways I’ll text you the address if you give me your number,” Simon said.

This time it was Baz who blushed.

“Oh um, sure. I mean I probably won’t have time to come by tonight but it’ll be good to have just in case.”

Simon felt nervous as he typed Baz’s number into his phone. It felt strangely thrilling to make him a phone contact. 

“I’ll text you,” Simon said.

“Sure,” Baz said, looking away.

It felt wrong to walk away, as if doing it meant closing a door that had just barely been opened in the tiny candy aisle. But Simon didn’t know what else to say and he didn’t want to ruin anything. So he left, three candy bags and all.

Penny

Penny watched as Simon dumped candy pieces into the cheap cauldron they’d purchased for the occasion. He was too fixated on what he was doing, obviously overthinking something that he hadn’t told her about yet. She waited patiently, knowing that whatever it was he’d eventually come around to telling her about it. 

“We might have company tonight,” Simon muttered.

“What?’ She asked.

He bit his lip.

“Well I guess he said he probably wouldn’t make it.”

“Simon I need you to clue me in here,” She said.

“I ran into someone from Watford,” He said.

“Who?” 

“Uh, Baz,” He said, looking away.

Penny studied him.

“Simon, Baz isn’t just someone you run into from Watford. He’s Baz.”

He sighed.

“Well Baz might be coming over tonight. I invited him over,” He said.

“But he probably won’t because he said so,” Penny said.

“Correct,” He said.

She smiled.

“You want him to come over don’t you?”

“Of course I do, I invited him didn’t I?” Simon said, a touch defensive.

“Yeah but you want him to because you like him,” She said.

“Sure I like him well enough.”

“No,” Penny said, waggling her eyebrows, “You like him like him.”

He stared at her, mouth opening and shutting like a stunned fish.

“Th-that’s not…”

He trailed off, incapable of speech.

“It so is. I knew it! I told you all the way back when we were solving his mother’s murder that you had a thing for him.”

He shook his head.

“Why do you always have to be right?’ He mumbled.

She shrugged.

“Because I’m the smartest. And the best.”

He tried to hide his answering grin inside the candy cauldron.

Baz

Baz stared down at his phone screen. Simon Snow had texted him. Simon fucking Snow. He’d texted him and given Baz his address. It felt too good to be true, like he was going to show up and find himself at the wrong house and get a teasing text from Snow saying Haha got you! 

He wanted to go, wanted it more than he’d wanted anything in a long time. But he wasn’t sure the pain later would be worth it. He’d spent the past two years trying to get over Snow and he didn’t want to jeopardize the small amount of progress he’d made on that front (okay nonexistent progress). 

Still, this was his one chance to reach out to Snow again and see what could happen. And it definitely beat candy duty at his house. 

He looked back at the text message, torn.

With a deep breath he sent a reply.

Simon

Simon was in a bad mood. He felt bad for Penny, knowing that his grumpiness was forcing her to take on both of their candy duties. But he couldn’t help it. He’d known Baz probably wouldn’t come but when he’d received a text from him saying he for sure couldn’t make it, it had made him deflate completely. Penny’s comments from earlier had put a name to feelings he’d carried for years. But now he wouldn’t even have the chance to work them out. Simon started eating the candy out of the cauldron.

Right when Penny went to take their food out of the oven, their doorbell rang.

“Simon I need you to get that!” She yelled.

With a sigh he stood and opened the door, his half eaten candy in his hand.

He almost jumped back in surprise when he saw it was Baz. 

“Trick-or-treat,” Baz said.

“I think you're a little bit old for treats,” Simon said.

Baz leaned into the doorframe and gave Simon a pointed look.

“Are you sure about that?” Baz asked, his voice warm.

Simon forgot to breath for a moment. And then he remembered, sucking in his breath too loudly. 

“Fine,” He said.

He grabbed a fistful of candy from the cauldron and dumped it into Baz’s open hand. 

“Have a good night,” Simon said.

“Wait.”

Simon looked down at Baz’s boots.

“What?”

“I thought you invited me over tonight,” Baz said.

“I thought you turned me down,” He replied, his voice tight even to his own ears.

“Snow I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s Simon.”

There was a long pause. Simon could tell that his feelings for Baz were written all over him. He wondered if Baz would let him down gently or if he would slip into his old mocking self from back at Watford.

“Simon,” Baz said, taking a step forward.

Simon looked up, slightly bewildered. 

Baz cupped his cheek and smoothed his lip with his thumb. Simon shivered.

“Are you sure I’m too old for treats?” Baz asked.

Simon couldn’t respond cleverly even if he’d wanted to in that moment. He pressed his hand into Baz’s shoulder, wanting to get closer.

“Stop talking and just kiss me,” Simon said.

Baz smiled.

Then he did kiss him, a warm and happy kiss. 

They heard footsteps come up from behind him.

“Simon will you just invite him inside already? You two can snog in here. You’re letting the bugs in,” Penny said.

Simon and Baz looked at each other and laughed, hands winding together as they walked into the warm flat.

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Werewolf Adventures (Spooky Week Day 7)

Just a fun little fic in which Baz and Simon go looking for a werewolf in the Wavering Wood. Happy Halloween everyone! @snowbazspookyweek

Word Count: 1.8k

Baz

Snow was driving Baz mad. He kept pacing the floor in their room like he was on the verge of an epiphany and gnawing at his bottom lip. Baz felt the brief urge to offer to do that part for him but quickly dismissed the idea. Much as he wanted to, offering lip-gnawing sexual services would not be a good idea.

“Snow can you place sit like a good dog and stop pacing the rug?” Baz asked, irritably.

Snow stopped, glaring at him.

“Do you not care at all about the loose werewolf?” Simon asked.

Baz shrugged.

“He’s a student. I thought you’d be on his side, what with him having magic and all that.”

Snow rolled his eyes.

“Of course I’m on his side. But it’s a full moon tonight.”

“It’s also Halloween,” Baz said, “A night when students like to have fun. He’s probably just blowing off some midterm steam in the Wavering Wood.”

Snow took an unconscious step towards Baz.

“He was dared to go in Baz. Jared has never gone in the Wavering Wood before. Even if he manages to stay, well Jared, when he transforms, he might still get lost.”

Baz sighed.

“You managed pretty well during your first Wavering Wood visit.”

Snow frowned.

“I went off and made a decent crater in the woods, I don’t think Jared and I are comparable.”

Baz studied Snow’s face, trying to figure out why Snow had allowed the conversation to go on as long as it had.

“Why not take Bunce out for an evening stroll then? I’m sure the two of you could find him,” Baz said.

“She went home to help pass out candy,” Snow said.

“And Wellbelove?” Baz asked.

Snow dropped his eyes away.

“She hates the Wavering Wood,” Snow said, “And besides, we’re not really talking right now.”

Baz frowned.

“Why not?”

“We broke up,” Snow said, flatly.

Baz felt a surge of excitement and then an instant answering feeling of guilt. Snow was obviously unhappy about the breakup and there Baz was feeling like he’d won the lottery. It was messed up and he owed Snow, even if Snow didn’t know anything about it. 

“I’ll go with you,” Baz said.

Snow blinked in surprise.

“You…you will?” 

Baz sat up and put on his shoes.

“It’s obvious you’re trying to get me to go with you. So let’s go,” Baz said.

Snow grabbed a sweatshirt and threw it over his head quickly.

“We have to be careful, Jared might be afraid and dangerous.”

Baz noticed that Snow didn’t correct him about his previous statement. Had Snow actually been trying to get Baz to go with him?

“Don’t worry,” Baz said as they left, “I’m using you as a human shield.”

Simon

Simon had been in the Wavering Wood with Baz only a handful of times and all of them had been against his best wishes. This time though, he had practically asked Baz to come with him. Whether Baz wanted to admit to it or not, Simon knew he was a vampire. He hoped that having Baz come along would help them find Jared faster.

A small part of him wanted Baz there simply because he wanted to be near him. Simon tried to ignore that part.

Simon was not worried for himself. If Jared attacked them in earnest he knew Baz’s spellwork was good enough to immobilize him. He only hoped that they could get to Jared before anyone else, or anything else, could.

“What is it that you think is out to get Jared?” Baz asked.

“Well,” Simon said, “Anything I suppose. The Wavering Wood is fucked up.”

Baz laughed.

“Truer words have never been spoken,” He said.

Simon felt his heart thump unevenly when Baz laughed. Cursing to himself, he tried to get ahold of his feelings. It was not the time to get goofy with Baz in the woods.

“So why did you and Wellbelove break up?” Baz asked.

“What?” Simon asked, suddenly panicked.

As he said this, he forgot to duck under the tree branch Baz had just pushed up and walked under. The branch smacked him in the face.

“Fuck a nine toed troll!” Simon shouted, covering his face.

Baz turned and swore.

“Can you please watch where you’re going? The plan isn’t to run face first into Jared, is it?”

Simon felt slight pressure on his arm. When he opened his eyes he found that Baz had grabbed his arm to steer him forward. He glanced at Simon’s face.

“Is something wrong?” Baz asked.

Simon shook his head, unable to speak.

Baz studied his face for a moment, and then his hair.

Simon felt his breath leave him as Baz raised a hand to touch his hair. He had barely ruffled Simon’s curls when he brought something to Simon’s face.

“You had a leaf in your hair,” Baz explained.

Simon felt his whole face go red.

“Thanks,” He said.

They continued to walk. Simon watched as every now and then Baz’s nose flared unnaturally. He knew this was his way of tracking Jared. Simon wondered if Baz knew Jared’s scent or if he was just tracking for a werewolf in general.

“So,” Baz said, “Wellbelove, break up, what happened there?”

Simon bit his lip.

“Well we’d kinda grown apart,” Simon said.

Baz sneered.

“That’s it? Three years together and you end it because of that?”

Simon felt himself get defensive.

“You’ve never been in a relationship, you don’t know. It’s enough to make you need a break.”

That made Baz quiet.

Simon softened a bit.

“There was more though,” Simon said.

“Well, don’t make me wait all night,” Baz said.

Simon looked down at his feet. As much as he hated the Wavering Wood there was something satisfying about the crunch noises his feet made as he stepped on the multicolor tree leaves. Even in the dark of night he could see the flashes of red and yellow underfoot. 

“I liked someone else,” Simon said, quietly.

Baz stayed quiet for a moment.

“And who’s the lucky girl?” He asked.

Simon felt the desire to be honest, to lay his feelings on the line. It was Halloween night, the time of year that people put on masks in order to do things they would never normally do. But they weren’t trick-or-treating and Simon didn’t have a mask to hide behind. 

“Not the lucky girl,” Simon said.

Baz was a few steps ahead of Simon. He watched as Baz’s back muscles tightened. 

“Unlucky girl then?” Baz asked.

Simon stopped walking.

“I…Baz I need to tell you something, I think that I like…” 

Baz turned to look at him, his face unreadable.

“Simon…”

Baz

Baz refused to believe it was possible. Snow was standing there, cheeks red like overripe apples and his eyes downcast. It didn’t make any sense for Snow to like him. Was this the part where Snow started to laugh and tell Baz what a good trick he’d pulled off? But no, Snow seemed rigid with real emotion.

“Simon…”

Suddenly Snow’s whole expression changed. His eyes went wide and Baz watched as his hand flickered instinctively to his side.

With a feeling of dread, Baz opened up his senses.

“There’s a werewolf behind me isn’t there?” Baz asked.

Snow nodded, eyes glazed with fear.

Baz supposed it made sense that during one of the most important moments of his life, a werewolf named Jared would come and fuck it up.

He swung around and raised his wand.

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” Baz said.

The magic hit Jared before he could attack Baz. But it didn’t hold. The spell was normally meant to calm overexcited young dogs or puppies. It didn’t have much effect on a fully matured werewolf. He snarled at the both of them and charged. Simon raised his own wand, shaking.

“A wolf in sheep’s clothing,” Snow said.

Baz froze as he watched Snow’s magic hit. The spell was normally used to uncover a person’s true form as a way to counteract a glamour. It was not used to force a transformation on a werewolf. And yet, Baz watched as Jared returned to his human form. 

“Sometimes you scare me,” Baz said, eyeing Snow.

Snow shrugged.

“Happy Halloween?”

Jared groaned on the other side of them, embarrassingly naked. Baz whispered a conjuring spell and threw a robe at him wordlessly. It was likely Jared had gone into the Wavering Wood fully dressed and lost his clothing somewhere in the midst of his nighttime adventure.

The three of them walked back to their rooms, Snow eyeing Jared like a disapproving parent.

“Jared why would you go into the Wavering Wood alone? You could have been eaten!” Snow said.

“I think the chances of me eating someone else were higher,” Jared mumbled.

“Oh and that’s so much better,” Snow griped.

Baz was only half-listening. He didn’t want to discuss Jared’s idiotic choices. He wanted to go back to the conversation he’d been having with Snow in the woods. 

Finally they deposited Jared back to his room and made their way to their own.

Baz strolled over to Snow’s bed and leaned on the bedpost.

“So?” Baz said.

Snow eyed him warily.

“Yes?”

“Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted by Jared?”

Simon

Baz hadn’t forgotten about Simon’s bitten off confession in the Wavering Wood and he wasn’t letting it go. He was pretty sure Baz knew already and that denying it ever happened was a useless idea. Still, he felt like crawling under his bed and shoving his fingers in his ears.

“I like someone,” Simon said.

“Yes,” Baz said.

“I like…you,” Simon said.

Baz inhaled sharply.

“I don't expect you to do anything with that information,” Simon added quickly.

“Do you like me enough to kiss me?” Baz asked.

“I-what?” Simon said, completely flustered.

Baz crossed his arms over his chest, defensively.

“Do you like me enough to kiss me?” Baz repeated.

Simon stood there for a moment, totally uncomprehending.

“I mean…yes. But I would never do anything you didn’t want me to do.”

“Who said I didn’t want you to kiss me?” Baz asked.

Simon stared at him.

“Do you want me to?” He asked, in utter disbelief.

“Yes,” Baz said.

Simon moved without fully having decided to. He was walking across the length of the room, eyes on Baz’s suddenly vulnerable face. It felt like a moment fragmented out of time, singular in its rarity.

“Simon,” Baz said.

And then he was kissing him. It felt like an eclipse of everything they’d ever said and done to one another, overshadowed by something more luminous and powerful. Simon gasped when Baz’s breath huffed into his mouth. The feeling undid him, made him feel as if his knees were no longer reliably under him.

Baz kissed him back, his mouth soft and unpracticed in a way that made Simon’s chest hurt. He wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything else. Everyone had told Simon he was made of magic, but he hadn’t felt like it until that moment. 

They continued to kiss, content to spend the rest of the night inside their room after a night of hunting a peer-pressured werewolf.