Chamber by Chamber // Snowbaz

For Real This Time

"I love you too, Simon."

We've been together for two years now. I know we're young, but I have wanted Simon Snow since we were children. And now that I have him (and he wants me; sometimes I still can't believe it), I will never let him go. It's not just that I don't want to let him go- it's that I simply won't. Because if Simon Snow ever left me, I would die. But anyway, my point is that I want to marry him. I want to marry Simon Snow, and I have everything all planned out. We're going to the restaurant where he told me he loved me for the first time tonight (we haven't been back since). I have the ring (a real one this time) and a full speech (not just 'please marry me bro') and reservations.

Right now he's sitting in my lap while I read (just an hour before the reservations) and he watches a movie. He absentmindedly plays with my hair (he had me grow it even longer just for his pleasure) and I can't help but feel my stomach flip while I look up at him. He's just... amazing. If you would have told 16 year old Baz that Simon Snow (whom past Baz suppressed his emotions for every waking day) would one day love him back, he would have laughed in your face. And then spit on you. And then probably would have punched you.

I place a gentle kiss on the back of his neck (he smiles like he's trying not to) and I try to maneuver him out of my lap without getting slapped with his wings or tail (which are fucking hot, by the way). I go to get dressed, and five minutes later, we're both ready and in the car driving for restaurant.

When we arrive, the waitress finds our name on the list and shows us to our table. I feel the weight of the ring box in my jacket pocket like a weight. Simon smiles brightly at me as he proceeds to order virtually everything on the menu. (He really breaks the bank- one thing he definitely didn't lose after losing his magic was his appetite). I just have a salad.

Halfway through dinner, I take his hand and begin my speech. "Simon Snow..."

"Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch..." He laughs and squeezes my hand lightly. (I'm so nervous. And I never get nervous). (Only around Simon fucking Snow).

"I love you so much. I have loved you since the day I laid eyes on you when the Crucible cast us together. Simon Snow, I have never believed in fate. None of that destiny bullshit or 'meant to be.'" I pause, looking at him. A small smile still plays on his lips, but he doesn't say anything. "But Simon... meeting you was fate. It was destiny, and it most certainly was meant to be. When we were first cast together, I thought it was a curse. A curse that I had to room with the one person that I was destined to love, and destined to kill. But really, Snow... it was a blessing. A blessing that for seven and a half years, I got to watch you grow on your own. A blessing that of all the people at Watford, I was cast together with you. Because before you, I thought I would never love. That I never deserved love." He squeezes my hand tightly, and his eyes are watering. I just love him so much it hurts. "But then, you let me open up. You let me be vulnerable. I learned to love, and what it felt like to be loved. And for that, I can never thank you enough. It was here that you first told me that you loved me- it was here that my life started. Every day that you stay and love me feels like a day that the sun shines a little brighter. Because when I was younger, I thought that love was foolish. It just made you blind. But now, Simon, I realize that's anything but true. Being with you makes colors brighter, sounds louder and sights even more beautiful. I want to feel like that every day of my entire life, Simon Snow."

I get up from my seat and get on one knee, getting the ring box and opening it for him to see. (I feel like a proper bloody fool, getting my trousers dirty on the floor) (I would do it again for him. I would do anything for him). "Simon Snow... will you marry me?" All around us are quiet gasps, but I'm focused on only one person. His face is flushed and he seems rendered speechless- but he nods his head vigorously and snatches the ring out of my hands to slip it on his finger before I get the chance to do anything. He leaps up out of the chair and kisses me with as much passion as he did all those years ago, cupping my face while I run my hands through his hair. There are cheers all around us and the waiters come over to tell us that dinner is on them (no surprise there).

When we sit back down, Simon finally says something. "Holy shit, Baz! Where in the bloody hell did you get this ring?! It looks so real!" Oh fuck. He doesn't know that this isn't another fake proposal. God fucking damnit, fuck me in the bloody ass. I should have known better than to propose him at a restaurant. Before I can interrupt him, he continues on. "This is the coolest proposal we've pulled off! And when you were talking, I thought you were serious for a second! Crowley, but did you really mean everything you said anyway?"

Before he can keep talking, I nod my head and try to clarify. I get up out of my seat, squatting down in front of Simon. "Simon, it was real. That's a real ring, and this was a real proposal. And I meant every word." He looks at me for a long moment, thinking, before he finally responds, a ghost of a smile still dancing on his features.

"Okay, good one, Baz. You don't have to keep pretending- we got free food! But Aleister Crowley, where did you get this ring? We should use this kind more often." It's taking everything (and I mean everything) in me to not yell at him or storm out of the restaurant.

"Simon, I'm serious. I want you to marry me. A real wedding. Like legally married. I got that ring at a jeweler. This isn't fake- everything I'm saying, everything I'm feeling... it's real, Snow." I hesitate to get up as he keeps thinking. (Crowley, how much fucking thinking does he need to do? I think this is the most he's actively thought for in his life).

"It's really real?" He whispers it so quietly that the only reason I can hear it is because I'm a vampire. I nod my head slowly. He looks at me and I move to go back to my seat, head falling.

But before I can make it even an inch, he's grabbed my suit collar and pulled my forward, smashing my mouth into his. It's sloppy and slobbery, but it might just be the best feeling in the world. He pulls away and we're both breathing too fast to care about the people staring around us.

"I would love to marry you, Basilton Grimm-Pitch." He smiles again before he pulls me back in.

I have never been happier in my entire life- all because of my fiance (I could get used to that)...

Simon Snow.