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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.

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Thank you!

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Inktober prompt: Mask @snowbazspookyweek prompt: Halloween Night

Omg I can’t believe I actually did it. I never thought I’d be able to finish an inkdrawing per day. But I did and I’m proud of myself. No matter how hard artblock hit me, how stressed I was or how few hours I had to get my drawings finished, I just drew and did it.

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This is so cute! Thank you for taking part if Snowbaz spooky week!

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@snowbazspookyweek Day 6: Costumes/Inktober Day 30

Baz is probably secretly turned on by this….

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I love this!

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Late for snowbaz spooky week yet again 🎃💕😄

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Aw this is incredible!

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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.”

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This is so cute and creative! Thank you!

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Inktober prompt: found @snowbazspookyweek prompt: costumes

*sings “can you see me artblocking tonight” to “can you feel the love tonight”*

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Cute

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@snowbazspookyweek Day 5: Haunted House/Inktober Day 29

this is one of my favourite posts..ever..

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This is my new favourite thing!

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Inktober prompt: united @snowbazspookyweek prompt: haunted house

I’d like to imagine that Simon and Baz would dress up to play haunted house at Penny’s place for her siblings. (They can’t do that with Baz’s siblings. They can’t be spooked, they lived in a house which was actually haunted.)

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This is so creative and cute! 😊

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@snowbazspookyweek Day 4: Pumpkin Carving/Inktober Day 28

A continuation of my drawing for day 1! I need to sleep early so this is just a quick 30-minute doodle(i do all the drawings on the day i’m supposed to post it…no planning we die like men)

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This is so cute!

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Inktober prompt: Fall @snowbazspookyweek prompt: pumpkin carving

Another chibi drawing, because Simon and Baz are so much fun to draw as chibis.

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This is so cute! Thank you!

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Inktober prompt: Climb @snowbazspookyweek prompt: Scary movies

You can’t tell me that Simon isn’t someone who constantly changes his sitting position.

(Sadly, I had no time for an inkwash…)

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This is super adorable!

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@snowbazspookyweek Day 3: Scary Movies/Inktober Day 27

someone in my animation class said “nickelwise” today and upon hearing that i aged 50 years….cursed…

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This is so funny. Thank you!

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Sorry I’m a day late! Snowbaz spooky week pt 2 of this http://gaylord-arts.tumblr.com/image/166806557983

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This is so cute!

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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.

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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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This is so cute!

[mangoat-s]

@snowbazspookyweek Day 2: Treats/Inktober Day 26

We’re on the home stretch of inktober!!! Aaaaahhhh

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This is so pretty!

[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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This is so cute! Thank you!