Snowbaz One-Shots

Good vs Bad

A/N: Soooo, I don't really know what I'm doing. This is my first time putting my work out there for people I don't know to read, comment on, hate, etc... so I'm a little nervous. In case you didn't read the title or description, these are Snowbaz one-shots. Every chapter is inspired by a quote, song, or something random. I will often incorporate the quote, song or something random, within the story itself. Before every story, I will list the quote, song, etc...Suggestions, requests, and comments are appreciated. I hope you like it!

§|§|§|§|§...He was always more good than bad. He's still more good than bad, I think. It just goes to show how much of both a person can hold...§|§|§|§|§

Simon
When I get back to my room, Baz is asleep along with everyone else at school. I shut to the door as quietly as possible doing my best not to make to much noise. I'm way too tired to deal with him right now. I quietly sneak over to my dresser, open it, and pull out my pajamas. I turn to go to the bathroom, and immediately come face to face with deep grey eyes, and ghostly pale skin. An icy hand flies up to my mouth before I can scream.
"Unless you want to wake all of Mummer's house, I suggest you keep quiet." Baz hisses, and removes his hand from my mouth.
I exhale quickly, and glare at him. "If you don't scare me, it won't happen." I mumble.
"Snow, don't be ridiculous." Baz says as he rolls his eyes. "Anyway what are you doing here so..." He trails off as he notices the blood coating my body. "Crowley Snow, what happened?"
The last sentence caught me off guard. Did I hear a hint of worry? No, no way. That's the last thing Baz would do.
I just shrug, and try to push past him to the bathroom, but he grabs my waist.

Baz
Simon winces the second my hand grasps his waist, and immediately pull away, not sure what happened.
"Simon, what's wrong?" I ask, not caring anymore about whether or not he can hear my concern.
His eyes water, and he lifts up his shirt just enough so that I can see the deep gash in his left side. His eyes start to drift close, and he's swaying back and forth. I catch him before he falls, and lift him over to my bed. He's still losing an immense amount of blood, so much that I fear my fangs will pop.
"Snow, what happened? Who did this to you?"
He doesn't answer, but he opens his eyes a little before closing them again. My sheets are already soaked with blood, his cut won't stop pushing it out. I have to do something. I can't live without Simon, my sun, my stars, my universe. I have to do something. I look around frantically before spotting my wand, running over to my desk and grab it.
"Get well soon! An apple a day keeps the doctor away! Sticks and stones may break your bones but words never hurt!" I cast spells as quickly as I can, but I already am starting to feel weak. Despite that, I pick Simon up, and start running towards the health building, yelling as loud as I can in the hope someone will hear.

Simon
   When I wake up, the sun has just started coming up. I move towards the window, but a searing pain shoots through my body. I quickly remember my injury. I must've blacked out at some point because I don't remember coming to the health building.
   As I watch the sunrise, I think about last night. I had gone out to follow Baz again, but the night didn't prove anything. All he did as go down to the catacombs and walk around. I think he knew I was following him. I followed him back out, and then waited outside of Mummer's House for him to fall asleep. All of a sudden, a goblin came out of the darkness and attacked me. He got in a lucky stab that took me to the ground, but I managed to cut off his head before I fell. After an hour or so, I had gotten up the strength to get up and go to my room. Then Baz woke up and he...he took care of me. I remember him putting me on his bed before I blacked out.
   Someone knocks on my door, and I look over at the clock on the bedside table. 8:47 am. Classes have already started. Who could be knocking on my door then?
   "Come in."
   The door flies open, and I'm immediately engulfed in purple hair.
"Hi Penny."
She pulled away from the hug, her expression livid, "Aliester fucking Crowley, don't ever scare me like that again! You went out into the fucking woods at night on your own?! What the bloody hell were you thinking?! If you weren't hurt, I'd slap you!"
"Penny, I wasn't alone, I was...I was...f-following Baz..." I looked down at me hands sheepishly, realizing that this wasn't really any better.
Penny sighs, exasperated, "Simon, you need to stop doing this. Some day you're gonna get yourself seriously hurt. Oh, look, you already did! This obsession isn't good for you, it's affecting you in ways I never thought could happen."
"Pen, it's not that bad-"
"Simon, you've stopped eating scones! I thought I would die before I saw that happen! Thats why I brought these." She gestures to the basket looped around her arm. I look hungrily at it, then snatch one and shove it into my mouth before she can chastise me.
Penny places the basket on my bedside table, picks out a scone, and takes a big bite.
"So how exactly did I get here?" I ask, my mouth still full of sour cherry scone. Penny gives me a look of mild confusion.
"You don't know?" I shake my head before she continues. "Baz brought you. By the time I arrived, he was crying and blubbering about how he could've done more, how he could've saved you..." Penny drifts off for a few moments, and then shakes her head, coming back to reality.
"Simon?"
"...Yes?"
"Do you know what else he said?" I shake my head again, and she looks down at the half eaten scone in her hands before answering.
"He...he said he loves you..."
She mumbles it so quietly I almost miss it, but don't. Baz said he loves me. Wow. This is...shocking to say the least. I mean, wow, Baz, Baz with the beautiful, black, silk hair. Baz, with that deep, sweet voice I could listen to until I fall asleep. Baz, with his long, graceful legs. Why am I thinking this? Baz is evil. But is he really? He was always more good than bad. He's still more good than bad, I think. It just goes to show how much of both a person can hold.
   "Si?" Penny asks.
   "Yeah...I-I'm fine. It's just a lot to process right now..." I answer. I close my eyes, not really sure I'm willing to believe that this is real.
   "Do you want"-
   Penny is cut off by a tentative knock on the door. She gets up, and cracks it open a little, before exiting the room, and shutting the door behind her. A few moments later, its opened again, and cautious, worried grey eyes peek through before the rest of the body comes in. Baz. He's all I can think about, its the only word that runs through my head. Baz. Baz. Baz. Baz. I close my eyes, this is too much.
   I feel the edge of my bed sink a little, and Baz taking in a breath before speaking, "I have something I wan to tell you...." Another breath, "I-I...I think I...l-love you."
   It comes out rushed, the four words I've been waiting for. I open my mouth to respond, but he continues, cutting me off.
   "And I know you don't feel the same, and that I'm making a fool of myself, but"-
   I push myself up, through the pain, and place my hand on his cheek. Baz falls quite, and I whisper so quietly I can barely hear it,
   "I love you too Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch."
   I pull his lips to mine, and hold on to him, both to hold myself up and because I can never be too close to him. Baz catches my bottom lip, and sucks on it, putting his arms around my waist, puling me closer, closer. I tangle my hands in his hair, balling it into a fist before letting go and falling back onto the pillow, letting go of a breath I didn't know I was holding.
   Baz won't meet my eyes, so I reach up, and lift his face so that he has to look at me. I smile ear-to-ear, and pull him down next to me. I put my arms around his waist, holding him against my body, breathing in his scent. I smile lightly into his hair before drifting off to sleep.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I apologize if this is bad, I haven't written in a while. Until next time!
-Rosebud
Published 2/9/19
Word Count: 1575