i can see his moles and piercings

Make it Permanent (Snowbaz AU)

– Simon –

I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept more than 3 hours a night in weeks. I’ve been staying awake, watching Baz, trying to figure out what he’s planning. I’m sure Baz is up to something and I’m going to stop him. Penny doesn’t believe me of course (she hasn’t since fifth year) but he’s been staring more than usually lately and I’m certain he’s plotting my death. Penny thought this was ridiculous when I brought it up to her.

“Penny,” I had whined, “He won’t stop staring with his evil grey eyes and sometimes- sometimes he even smiles! I swear he’s thinking of all the ways he could kill me.”

Penny had just rolled her eyes and told me to drop it and focus on my homework.

School is a whole other issue. I just can’t get myself to focus on elocution and how slang affects spells when I know none of it is going to help me. I’m hopeless at magic. The only thing I can do is explode with it. I’m a weapon of mass destruction and I don’t fancy going off in the middle of class cause I tried to cast something as simple as dime a dozen. So instead I stare out of the window, gazing out at the Wavering Wood, listening to the sounds of my classmates casting spells in the classroom behind me. Most of the time, none of the teachers will call me out. They’re all scared I’ll go off too. They’d much prefer leaving the precious chosen one daydreaming out the window than risk having to clean up after me when I fuck up. Assuming I leave anything behind once I go off. So far I’ve managed to protect everyone when it does happen, but the risk is far too great. I most likely would have been expelled from Watford on the grounds that i’m a danger to the whole fucking world if I wasn’t the Chosen One.

The bell ringing distracts me from my thoughts and I push myself out of my desk, smiling at Penny when I meet her outside the door of the classroom.

My thoughts drift as we walk across the great lawn.

“Simon. Simon are you even listening?”

I glance over at Penny and realize she’s been talking to me the whole time.

“What? Sorry Pen. I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, Si.” she puts her hand up against my cheek and I lean into it. “How much sleep are you getting? You can’t stay up all night keeping an eye on him. He may be a nocturnal vampire, but you aren’t.”

“I know. I know,” I sigh.

“Look, just try and get some sleep tonight,” she says, “promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” She smiles at me. “Now I need to get to class. I’ll see you at supper, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I smile back and she turns, setting off back across the lawn.

I yawn. I still have two more classes today, but I could probably fit a quick nap in before my next one. I head closer to the Wavering Woods and flop down into the grass, my back against a tree. Just a quick nap, I think as I start to fade off.

– Baz –

I hurry out towards the Wavering Wood as soon as I get out of class. I haven’t had any blood for days because that idiot Snow has decided to start keeping odd hours, probably convinced I’m up to something again. Whatever his issue with me is this time, I haven’t been able to sneak out after hours without the danger of him following me like he did fifth year. I couldn’t risk it. But I’m starving and I need to drink something, at least a small badger, before my next class. My fangs have been popping every time a breeze blows my way, I feel like I’m thirteen again and just getting used to having fangs at all.

I’m so distracted that I don’t notice the sleeping boy beneath the trees until I trip over him. I crash down in a tangle of limbs and flailing.

“Fuck! Fuck! Are you alright? I’m so sorry! Fuck-”

I turn to see who I stumbled over and see curls and bright blue eyes, wide after being woken up so suddenly.

“Oh. It’s just you.” I sneer. “Hello Snow.”

He blinks stupidly at me for a moment, eyes as wide as saucers. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know. Just going for a nice stroll between classes until I was tripped by some idiot sleeping under a tree.”

He looks affronted at that. And he bloody well should be. It’s his fault I’m in this mess in the first place.

“Were you spying on me?” Snow narrows his eyes.

I scoff. “Snow, if I was spying on you, you wouldn’t know it. Now seeing as I’m practically in your lap, I think we can both come to the conclusion that is not what I was doing.”

And then I realize, I’m practically in his lap. Our legs are all tangled up together and I’m basically lying across him, my elbows in the dirt, scuffing up my button-up. I think he realizes this as well as I feel him start to shift his legs underneath me.

“Um…” he starts, blushing like mad. “Could you maybe, you know…” he trails off, gesturing at me.

“Right,” I say. My cheeks would be turning red if I had enough blood in me.

There’s a moment of almost silence as we try and untangle ourselves. Just Simon’s loud breathing.

I manage to get my arm up and around Simon to try and push myself up before I stop.

The world sways and spins around me.

“Are- are you alright?” Simon asks.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to push a sneer back on my face. “Yeah, I just. Y’know I think I may have hit my head”

Everything suddenly comes to a sharp focus as Simon puts his hands in my face, pulling me down closer to him. I realize I’m now completely on top of him, my hands on either side of his head. Aleister Crowley, as if this day could get any worse.

“Baz, Baz. Look at me.” Simon sighs. “Look, I may hate you, but I need to make sure you don’t have a concussion or something.”

I glance back down at him and his blue blue eyes stare into mine. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing now. What little blood left in me all rushing to my face at my closeness to Simon. After moments that seem like years staring into the depths of his eyes, he relaxes a bit.

“Okay,” he says, yawning a bit, “You’re probably fine but maybe you should just, stay here a bit.”

I nod my assent, too dizzy and distracted by Simon to argue.

He slowly guides me down to my elbows, and then to the ground, so that my right side is on the ground, but I’m still leaning against him. My head rests against his shoulder. I can feel his heartbeat, fast and steady through my palm that rests on his chest. I glance up and see him watching me, an odd look on his face.

“I still hate you, you know.” I nod and look away, pushing all of my panicked thoughts (what the fuck am I doing?) to the back of my head. I’m too dizzy to care what Simon feels for me at this moment, so long as I can stay curled up next to his warm body and feel his magic spark against his skin.

I slowly let my eyes fall shut, drifting off to the sound of Snow’s even breathing.

I wake up slowly, blinking at the twilight that has set in. The sun has gone down and I can’t remember what I’m doing outside. Then I glance over and see Simon. Simon, asleep beside me. I stare for hours, or maybe minutes, or maybe eternity. Tracing his moles from his eyelid to his cheek. Watching his chest rise and fall gently. How can he be so alive all the time? It fills me with envy. That he’s alive with such ease.

My stirring must have woken him, because his eyes open softly, piercing blue right into mine.

“Baz?” he whispers softly. Confused and still wrapped in sleep.

“What’re you doing here?” he mumbles.

“Shhhh, Simon” I say, because I can’t help myself. “You’re fine. Go back to sleep. You need it.”

“Mmm” he agrees, closing his eyes.

I start to shift, carefully trying to pull myself from his grip. I really need to feed, as much as I want to stay here with Simon forever.

“Where are you going?” he says softly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”

I stand and watch him curl in on himself in my absence, and then walk towards the woods.

– Simon –

I wake in my bed. Confused and alone. I glance around our room but don’t see Baz. I remember falling asleep. His soft hair brushing up against my cheek in the grass. He seemed so innocent and soft when he was injured. Dizzy from hitting his head when he tripped over me. His eyes soft and scattered. Like a baby bunny I needed to take care of. Bunnicula maybe. The bed next to me is empty, but I don’t remember how I got up here. Sleep starts to seep over me again and I let it, closing my eyes.

Some time later I wake to the door creaking open.

“Baz?” I ask.

He looks up from the door, his hair falling in his eyes which glint a steel grey in the darkness.

“Yeah?” he asks. I can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

I decide to start with the easy questions.

“What time is it?”

“Um, probably a little after midnight,” he guesses.

“Where were you?”

He huffs a laugh and starts moving towards his bed. For once, I decide to leave it alone.

“Wait,” I say as he begins to climb into his bed. He pauses and turns to look at me. I swallow, suddenly unsure of what I was thinking.

“Um, do you wanna, maybe,” I take a deep breath, “sleep here, with me, tonight?”

I don’t expect the genuine smile that lights his face as he moves towards me cautiously.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, smiling back. “That was the best sleep I’ve had in months.”

“Maybe if you weren’t up all night watching me…” he starts, wrapping his arms around me.

“Well we’ll just have to make this a more permanent thing, so I can always know where you are.”

He laughs quietly, “I don’t think I’d mind that.”

part of what made simon and baz so real to me was how they described eachother.

Simon’s description of Baz:
Tall, with dark hair and vampiric pale skin. Long nose and defined features. Piercing grey eyes. All snide comments and smirks and sneers. You really get a picture of his face and expressions and darkness and ruthlessness.

And then the main description of Simon’s canon appearance sounds more like this:
simon is golden sunshine floof boy he has moles

It really shows that despite Simon’s “way with words” (or lack thereof) when he sees Baz he can still paint such a vivid picture like I think we all hardly notice how imprinted baz’s facial expressions are in our heads too. We might remember the exact locations of simons moles but baz has a distinct look to him thats so hard to replicate