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For a fic? I won’t use names so it could be anybody (Person A) whispered softly into (Person B’s) ear, “Don’t take me to the hospital, I just want to look at you.” Go

“You literally just freaking cut your leg open you, idiot.”

“No No, your eyes are so pretty Bazzy.”

“Simon we need to get you in the car, come on.

“OMG IS THAT A PUMPKIN CARRIAGE”

“Okay that's it I’m picking you up.”

Thanks for the little prompt :)

[wematch]

Stay Close To Me

Everyone knows that when you’re next to your soulmate it heals their injuries, so when Simon is sent to the infirmary Baz decides to visit him.

As always a big thanks to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta <3

Happy Bday Anna aka @bazinjeanstm this is for you :)

I’ve suspected that Snow was my soulmate since last year, when he came to the room completely covered with blood. (Not all of it his.) He’d looked like he’d been hit by a bloody car, and in the morning he was perfectly fine.

Through the years, I’ve noticed that he always healed pretty quickly, but I’d thought that he was healing himself--his magic is so strong.

But now Snow is in the infirmary, has been there for the past two days; I’ve heard people commenting that he’s not getting better.

It’s the middle of the night and I pause near the door that separates him from me. What if he’s really my soulmate and he really won’t get better until he’s by my side? What if he isn’t, and I’m just dreaming that it could be actually true? Either way, I can’t sleep because I’m fucking worried about him. I might as well go inside and see if he starts to heal or not.

I step inside and move closer to him. I pass the other bed of the room that thankfully is unoccupied. When I reach the end of his bed, the faint light coming from the window allows me to see him, but I light a flame in my hand anyway. I need to properly see how bad he looks. When I do it I freeze; Snow looks like shit. There’s a deep long cut on his chest, several others on his arms and face, and purple bruises all over his body.

I feel like I’m gonna be sick.

I’ve never seen him this bad. Fuck I should have come sooner. Once your soulmates magic heals you once, other magicians will have much less luck trying to heal you.  That’s probably why he still looks so bad.

If he’s really my soulmate, me being this close to him should be enough to help him. The closest I am to him the faster it will be; that’s why people who find their soulmates live much longer lives. But Snow is so hurt that even me being close to his bed will take his time.

I wonder how long will it take to see if anything changes. After a few minutes, I decide to sit carefully at the feet of his bed. Snow unconsciously shifts slightly towards me, and I freeze. He looks awful; he has a cold sweat on his forehead and his hands are clenched by his side. His breathing sounds wrong too; he must have broken some ribs.

I close my eyes. Fuck I can’t look at him like this, it’s tearing me apart. I want to help him but I don’t know how. The only thing I can think of is to hold his hand. So I do.

I gently open his hand with mine and then hold onto his. Snow lets go of a deep breath at the same time. I don’t move; I stay frozen in place listening to his breathing changing as time passes. And he sounds like every breath comes more steadily than the previous one. Bloody hell. Simon Snow really is my soulmate, isn’t he?

I sigh in relief; as long as I stay here, he’ll be alright.

I look at the window and by the change in the color of the sky soon it will be morning and the sun will rise so I don’t have much time. I don’t want the nurse to see me here, but I wonder... If I’m closer to him will he heal even faster?

I take a deep breath and carefully lay down next to him. Fuck, what am I doing? If Snow opens his eyes and sees me now so close to him, our bodies touching and our faces so close together, he will probably go off. I almost wish he could just open his eyes right now to see his reaction, but I have no intention of him finding me in his bed.

He’s not fine, but he will be, I think to myself as I put my hand on his chest. Snow, who is still sleeping, slowly moves his hand to be around my wrist. He isn’t pulling me away though, he’s just holding onto me. If only he wasn’t half dead by my side I’d consider this one of the finest moments we shared so far. I probably will anyway... I’m disturbed, ask anyone.

I lose track of time but after a while I start to see his bruises fading and his cuts becoming slightly smaller. I’m going to leave soon; Snow is obviously better and as soon as they see how he improved during the night, they’ll release him and he’ll go to our room. I’ll stay there waiting for him so that he can finish healing. He still looks bad but he obviously improved since I arrived. He’s really going to be okay.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is feeling Snow moving by my side and his rough voice. “Baz what--” he swallows, “what are you--”

My eyes snap open and I stare at his deep blue ones. He doesn’t know what to say and I can’t blame him. Fuck, I don’t know what to say myself. His eyes move away from mine and he starts to take in where he is and how we are lying in the same bed. He stares at my hand that is still on his chest and I decide to move it away, but I realize that I can’t because his hand is still holding tight around my wrist.

“Don’t...” he says almost pleading, then he turns his eyes to me again and they are so full of questions and suspicion that I have to look away. Not even Snow is that dumb, he probably just realized what all this means.

“My cuts, they’re almost gone.” He tells me. I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep next to him but as I look down at his chest I notice that it clearly made a big difference. What once was a deep cut almost from his shoulder to his hip is now a shallow one.

“Good,” I reply. I don’t know what else to say to Snow. I’m waiting for him to freak out about this, to yell at me to get away from him, but so far he hasn’t. He’s still holding on to me.

“Thank you.” he says quietly.

My head jerks up and I blink stupidly at him. I know by the sound of his voice that he means it, but I still can't believe he just said it. “How are you not freaking out about this?” I ask him.

Snow blushes before he speaks. “Uhm...I’ve known about it since last year.”

“What?”

“I’d-- I’d figured it out before. Actually, Penny did.” He gives me a tentative smile. “So last year when I was hurt I went immediately to our bedroom.”

Oh.

“So why didn’t you go there this time?” Crowley, he could have been healed by now.

“I tried, but according to the nurse they found me passed out in the stairs so...”

Now I’m feeling guilty; I should have been here for him. Granted, I should have come sooner, but I was afraid. So afraid that I was imagining this whole thing. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” I say in a whisper.

“It’s okay.”

“You fucking scared me, Simon…” I start as I try to move my hand that is still on his chest. He lets go of my wrist when he understands what I want to do and puts his hand on my waist instead. That simple touch feels like it’s setting me on fire. I let my hand travel up to his face and I gently stroke his cheek with my thumb. “Please don’t do it again.”

“I’ll try,“ he says with a small smile on his lips.

I guess it counts for something. That he'll try. But I know him, and I know that this will probably happen again. But when it does, I plan to be by his side.

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[wematch]

What Does That Mean?

Simon knows that they’re talking about him. He just can’t understand what they’re saying, so he decides to confront Baz about it.

As always a big thanks to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta <3

For the @carry-on-bday-2017​

I’m waiting for our last class of the day to start when I hear him again speaking the language. After all these years I still don’t know what language it is, I just know that I like listening to it.

Every now and then, Baz glances at me with his eyebrow raised. I think he must be plotting, and he’s only speaking like that so that I don't understand him. So sometimes I don’t look away; I just stare right back at him to let him know that I’m onto him. We silently battle like that, staring at each other. Like now. And I’m determined to not look away first this time, so I keep staring into his deep grey eyes as he keeps speaking to Dev in a low tone. I really wish I could understand what they’re talking about.

Our eye contact is broken when Miss Possibelf enters the room. Baz immediately looks away and turns his back to me to pay attention to class. What a tosser.

Later, as I’m walking behind them on the way to the Mummers house I keep my distance, but when I enter the building I start to climb the stairs two at a time to get closer to them. I want to see if I can hear what they are saying. I notice that they’re talking again in that bloody language--this is really annoying. How am I supposed to figure out what they’re plotting if they’re always speaking like that? To make things worse, when Dev is about to close his bedroom door he sees me climbing the stairs right behind them so he half shouts to Baz, who is still ahead of me climbing the last flight of stairs to our bedroom, “han er besatt av deg.”

“Hva?” Baz shouts from the top of stairs.

“Jeg er ikke dum, Simon stirrer alltid på deg!”

It’s really frustrating not knowing what they are talking about; I had already passed Dev when I suddenly stop and glance back at him, only to see him already closing his door. He said my name. Now I really want to know what they were talking about so I rush to climb the last steps and storm into our bedroom.

“What did Dev just say?” I ask, crossing the room to stand in front of Baz. When I’m just one step away from him I add, ”what language is that?”

Baz arches his eyebrow at me and finally answers in a tone that indicates this should be obvious, and I was supposed to know the answer. “It's Norwegian.”

“You don't have to be such a prick about it. How was I supposed to know that?”

“Beklager,” he says, avoiding my eyes.

Now he’s really just fucking with me, saying those things to me, knowing that I can’t understand him. I bet he just called me an idiot. “You didn’t answer my other question,” I insist, already starting to feel annoyed, and I try to calm down my magic.

He shrugs and starts to turn into the direction of his bed; I grab his arm to stop him. “What did he fucking said about me?”

Baz looks down at my hand still around his arm and then he looks at me again with a calculated expression and says, “liker du meg?”

“No, I’m not taking my hand off until you answer me!” I growl. I have no idea about what he just said but I can feel my magic building up. Baz is just fucking with me, and even though I like the way the words coming out of his mouth sound it’s really pissing me off.

“Jeg vil fortelle deg alt…”

I move closer to him. “I can’t understand shit, Baz.”

“Sannheten er...” he starts and he looks at me like he just decided to plot something right in front of me. “Jeg elsker deg,” he says angrily at me.

“What does that mean!” I half shout in his face. As I say it I feel my magic pouring out of me and into my words.

“Jeg elsker deg, idiot,” he says slightly shaking his head and not meeting my eyes. He pulls his arm away from my grip and turns his back to me. But suddenly in my head I know what he just said. I can still listen to him in Norwegian but in my head it’s like I have an automatic dictionary and I can understand what it means. Baz just told me he’s in love with me. Fuck.

He must think I’m still clueless because he continues speaking and in my head I can now translate everything perfectly.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you,” Baz says, and holy shit is this really real? He continues as he puts his pillows against the bedframe with his back to mine, “I know you hate me, but I’ve always wondered what you would do... if I kissed you. Would you go off on me or would you just punch me? Probably both,” he says as he angrily throws one pillow against the other.

I stare at his back. Does Baz really think that? I know I’ve said it, but it’s not true. Granted, he’s a complete git to me, but hate him? “Baz… I don’t hate you,” I blurt out without thinking. I just don’t want him to think that. When he lets the other pillow he was holding fall into the bed and freezes I realize my mistake.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

“Yeah, but how did you know what I was saying? Bloody hell, you just made a spell out of nowhere again, didn’t you?”

I shrug at him; Baz is too smart; I’m not surprised he immediately realized what happened.

“How much of what I just said did you understand?” he asks cautiously, looking back at me again.

I know what he’s afraid, but he shouldn’t be. After what he just told me, I can’t stop thinking about him wanting to kiss me, about how his lips would feel against mine.

I take a step forward so that I’m standing in front of him again and I lean closer. All I can think about is kissing Baz right now. It’s all about him in my head.

I put both my hands around his face and I bring my lips to his. His lips are cold against mine, but they are also soft, so soft. I tilt my head to one side and he opens his mouth to me, so I deepen the kiss. His mouth is cold and hot at the same time and it feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

When we finally stop to breath I whisper, “can you teach me?”

“Hmm?”

“To speak Norwegian.”

He looks at me curiously. “Why?”

“Because I like how it sounds…” I start to blush before I continue, ”I like how you sound when you speak it.” I can’t believe I just admitted that to him, but Baz blushing because of something that I just said is my new favorite thing.

“Okay,” he says, blushing, then he gives me a slow kiss on my cheek. I close my eyes when he starts to make a slow path of kisses down my neck. “But it will take time... Dev’s mom is from Oslo so we learned it when we were kids.”

“I have time,” I say stupidly. I can’t focus when he’s so close to me kissing me all over.

“Okay then,“ He says as he closes the space between us once again and puts his hand on my hair. It feels so good to have him this close to me, to have him kiss me.

I wonder how long I’ve wanted this. I’d say that I’ve never thought about this before but there’s a list of things in my head that I want to do to Baz so I’d be lying. I wonder how long he’s wanted this… I thought he was plotting about me this whole time. Maybe he was. I don’t know. But for now, I’d rather just focus on his hands travelling all over my body, on his mouth on mine, and on his lips demanding my attention.

Meaning of norwegian phrases:

Han er besatt av deg = he is obsessed with you; hva = what; Jeg er ikke dum= I'm not stupid; simon stirrer alltid på deg= Simon is always staring at you; Beklager = sorry; Jeg vil fortelle deg alt= I want to tell you everything; sannheten er= the truth is; Jeg elsker deg idiot = I love you, idiot.

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[wematch]

Meet me in London

Simon meets Baz online and they become best friends.

Based on the prompt: Baz and Simon meet online and become internet friends and skype everyday and end up in love

As always a very big thank you to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta!

I met Baz three years ago on tumblr. One day I saw an edit of his on my dash and I went to check his blog. The guy made black and white aesthetics that looked awesome in a dark sort of way. So I started to follow him. After he reblogged a video of a guy playing violin, I decided to send him a message.

Dragonwings61: for a disturbed guy, you really have an interesting choice in music

Disturbed-pitch: So because I’m disturbed you feel like I’m not allowed to like classical music?

Dragonwings61: Shit sorry didn’t mean it like that.

Dragonwings61: What I meant to say was

Dragonwings61: I’ve never really heard classic music before but I really liked the song :)

Disturbed-pitch: It’s one of my favourites, you should try to listen to more :)

It started there and we haven’t stopped talking since. We became so close that last year I really wanted to see what he looked like. He’d become my best friend and I wanted to see his face.

Dragonwings61: Baaaaz

Dragonwings61: I wanna ask you something

Disturbed-pitch: Hey. What is it?

Dragonwings61: I’ve been thinking about this a lot

Dragonwings61: And I really don’t want you to freak out ok?

Disturbed-pitch: Go on.

Dragonwings61: I just

Dragonwings61: I really wanna see what you look like

Dragonwings61: pls don’t freak out, If you’re not comfortable with this pls forget I ever asked

Disturbed-pitch: It’s fine Simon… I thought about it myself quite a few times lately.

Dragonwings61: Ohhh

Dragonwings61: so is that a yes?

Disturbed-pitch: Yes I’d like to see your stupid face too :)

Dragonwings61: I bet your face looks more stupid than mine

Disturbed-pitch: We shall see

We exchanged photos and one day, I was having trouble with my homework--I’d never cared for math--and he wanted to help me out so we skyped. And I’m glad we did. Baz is beautiful. He rolls his eyes a lot at me and fucking sneers but… I just really like looking at him. I like Baz a lot.

After that we became even closer. We talked almost everyday, first only for a few minutes then for hours on end. We would just turn skype on and do our own thing, like studying, or reading. Baz even played violin a few times for me to see and it was so fucking beautiful. Everything he does is perfect.

Now it’s the end of the summer and I’m going to university in a few days. I haven’t figured out what I want to major in but I’ll try a few different classes and see what sticks.

I told Baz my plan of moving to London months ago--I live in Manchester and Baz leaves in Hampshire--and he hasn’t said a word as to where he’s going. I’d love to meet him one day… I’ve just never had the courage to ask him. But I really want to touch him, make sure he’s real. I mean, of course he’s real, but I’ve never seen him outside of my screen before.

I’m at my laptop scrolling through tumblr when Baz asks to skype. I accept.

“Hey.”

“Hey Baz.” I smile at him. I’m always happy to see him.

“Listen… I’ve been meaning to tell you something for awhile.”

I stare at him through the screen. Why is he nervous? He’s making me feel nervous “Okay.”

“I just...” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair “You know that I’m going to university.”

I look at him expectantly. Is he finally telling me where he’s going? It’s not like him to keep things a secret; not from me anyway.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything but--” he continues, and he’s blushing right now and I feel like blushing myself just by the way he’s looking at me. “I’m going to London.”

“What?” Wait, what? Did he really just say--

“London. I’m going to fucking London, Simon.”

“Why?” I ask stupidly. But I start grinning at him like an idiot. We’re going to be in the same city. Fuck, I’m gonna be able to hang out with him and actually see his face.

“Well there’s a really good school there… Besides, there’s someone I was really hoping to meet in person.” I feel my cheeks burning as he says this.

Holy shit this is really happening. I’m going to finally meet Baz. “When are you moving to London?”

“I’m already here. I just arrived at my aunt’s flat a few hours ago.” Then he grabs his laptop and turns it around so that I can see his new room.

“Baz?” I call him, and he puts his laptop on the desk again.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna be in London in a few days.”

“I know--”

“Let’s meet?” I say unsure, interrupting him.

“I’d like that.” he tells me, half smiling.

And there’s nothing to lose now, so I might as well try my luck. “As in, a date.”

“Oh?” He looks surprised.

“Is that cool?”

“Fuck, of course it is, Simon.”

***

We agreed to meet at Kings Cross, Baz said he would pick me up when I arrived (everything that I own fits into a bag) and then we would go on our date. I can’t believe this is happening, that he actually said yes to go out with me.

I’ve been so nervous the last couple of days because of this, of finally going to meet him. But as the train arrives at the station and I exit the platform all that anxiety melts away when I notice him staring right at me.

Once I reach him I let my bag drop to the floor. I put my arms around him to pull him closer into a tight hug and he does the same. He feels so good this close to me, and smells incredible, I don’t know how to describe it other than that he smells posh and it really fits him.

“Baz.” I say, grinning into his neck. I still can’t believe that he’s actually here in front of me.

“Hello, Simon,” he says, and it's muffled by my hair. He holds me tight against him longer than necessary before letting me go.

When I step back all I can focus on are his lips. They were so close to mine. And I just really want to kiss him.

I put my hand on his neck and make slow movements with my thumb. “I want to kiss you...” I start,“but we haven’t even been on a date yet.” That gets me a eye roll from him.

“We’re not exactly strangers,” he says, leaning into me.

He’s so close now; if I just leaned a bit forward, we’d be kissing. “I know, but I still want to take you on a--”

And then he kisses me.

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[wematch]

On Your Skin

Simon finally gets his soulmate mark and Baz can’t believe his luck.

As always amany thanks to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta <3

I’ve always known that Snow was my soulmate, even before his name appeared on my chest.

And now, as he enters our bedroom in a rush, panicked expression on his face, throwing his jacket and tie to the floor whilst trying to undo the buttons of his shirt, I know that the day I was dreading to come is finally here. The name of his soulmate is appearing, I just know it.

With a few curse words he gives up and starts stumbling to the bathroom whilst taking his shirt off from his head. I can hear the shirt hitting the floor as he finally takes it off.

He doesn’t close the door so I can’t help myself as I stand up to follow him. I need to see who his soulmate is. Of course it will appear someone else’s name, and then I’ll know that he was never meant to be with me. Maybe then I can try and forget him -- no I will never forget him; I tried for years, and it doesn’t work like that.

I try to act as cool as possible when I rest against the doorframe--I can’t let him see how this is freaking me out. He’s waiting, grabbing the mirror with both hands, still panting from running up the stairs like a maniac.

I know what’s happening. He’s feeling the letters being carved into his skin -- it’s not exactly painful but it feels like your skin is almost burning.

I hear him gasp then. It must be starting to appear.

Then he stays very still, focusing on the mirror and all I want to do is reach for him so that I can read it myself, but I don’t. Instead I stay where I am and wait for him to react.

I’m expecting some kind of reaction but Snow closes his eyes, manages to put the mirror back on it’s place and stays still, holding onto the counter. I’m not sure what’s happening; I just want to make him tell me that it isn’t my name in his chest so that I can go to the catacombs and drink until I forget all about him.

Then he turns his head into my direction, looking pissed. And I really want to know what’s going on on his head, so I raise my eyebrow (which usually is enough to start a fight between us).

He still doesn't say a word, and storms off out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. Shoving my shoulder on the way out. But I was too stunned to react to that because while he was passing by me on the door, I saw my name on his chest.

***

I start to chase him down the stairs. He has my name on his chest. How is this possible? I need to see it more closely; I must have imagined it Yes that must be it. My mind must be playing tricks on me, because there's no fucking way that I'm his soulmate.

It's not hard to know where he is; I just have to follow the scent of his magic.

I find him in the Wavering Wood sitting against a tree with his arms around him, still shirtless, of course he didn't think of putting something on before getting off the room.

Perhaps I shouldn't have followed him, but I need to see it. I need to make sure I'm not fucking dreaming.

He notices me then--watching him. He puts his arms around him more closely like he's shielding himself. (And covering his soulmate name.)

“Leave me alone,” he tells me, not even looking in my direction.

“No.” I won't leave until I see it.

I feel his magic humming in the air, even stronger than it already was. So I add more softly as I step closer to him, “let me see it, Simon.”

When he turns around and focus on me I feel myself getting drunk on his magic.

“Fuck off, Baz,” he spits as he walks into my direction and shoves me away.

He’s strong, but I'm stronger so I only take one step back. “Not today,” I tell him as I step towards him. And I put my hands on his arms to stop him from moving away.

He wasn't expecting me to actually touch him so he stays still, long enough for me to clearly read my name written on his chest.

Crowley, I feel like I can't breathe. It really is my name on his chest. My heart is beating so fast and everything is becoming a blur around me. Except for him; his blue eyes looking unsure at me, his face starting to get flustered, all I can do is stare.

Suddenly he grabs my wrists to shove me away, but I just throw myself at him. And I kiss him.

He stiffens but I don't stop kissing him, I bring myself closer to his body until there's no space between us. He doesn't kiss me back, not until I put my hand on his hair--I’ve never kissed anyone so I’m not sure what to do with my hands, but I've always wanted to know what his hair felt like so that's where I decide to put them. I must have done the right thing because Simon seems to wake up, he puts a hand on my neck and the other around my back and opens his mouth, allowing me to deepen the kiss.

Aleister Crowley, I’m kissing Simon. I’m kissing my soulmate, and he’s kissing me back.

We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath when he finally speaks, “did you just -- why did you do that?”

“You kissed me back,” I remind him.

He blushes and looks down, putting his arms around himself again, so I take my jacket and give it to him. He accepts it without looking at me and puts it on. It’s a little big for him because I have broader shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

“Who is yours?” he asks, as he frowns and looks at my shirt, “Is it me?”

Of course it's you. Bloody idiot.

“Maybe,” I answer. (I just like to mess with him.)

Then he grabs my shirt and yanks it open.

“For Crowley’s sake, Snow, we're not savages!” I yelI as I feel myself start to blush. I can't believe he just did that.

He stares at my chest.“Why didn't you just say you had my name?” He lightly traces his name on my chest and his touch feels like it’s setting me on fire. “You're such a prick.”

“Have you ever thought about me being your soulmate?”

“I have a list of things for me not to think about.”

“Am I on your list?”

“No…” he gives me a small smile before continuing, ”not thinking of you is like not thinking about an elephant that is standing on my chest...” he pauses and looks at my chest again. “But I never really thought about my soulmate.”

“Then why aren’t you freaking out about this?” I ask.

“Because as soon I saw your name, all these little details about you started to be clearer. I suddenly noticed things that I tried not to pay attention to before.” He blushes then.

“So you’re okay with this? Us being soulmates?”

“I just need a moment to try and figure this out. What this means... Us.”

“Of course, I say in a low tone as I start to turn around to leave.

“Wait...don't leave,” he sighs. “Can you uhm… just sit down with me?”

He sits down where he was before and looks nervously at me. When I sit down next to him, I notice his shoulders relaxing.

I wait for him to talk, to let him sort out everything in his head. He hasn't punched me and told me to fucking leave him alone, so it's something.

I freeze when I feel him tugging softly on my sleeve. He must have been talking and I wasn't listening. So I turn my head towards him.

He's looking unsure, never meeting my eyes, “I was asking, how are you okay with this? I mean--well… you hate me.”

“I don't hate you.” I really don't.

“Oh.” Then he looks down at his hands and adds, “I don't hate you either. Never have,” he huffs before he continues, “but you’ve been such a prick to me; that it's a bit hard to believe that.”

“You’re not a saint either Snow… but fuck I know I'm--”

“Don’t, let's uhm…” he runs a hand through his hair, thinking about what he's going to say, ” let's just carry on, okay?”

“How do you propose we do that?”

He suddenly gets up. “Let's go on a date.”

“You want to go on a date with me?” I say with a surprised tone. Crowley, I must be dreaming.

“Yeah… I wanna go on a date with my soulmate.” he says, grinning as he starts to walk.

I’m not sure what he’s planning because it's late and we can't leave the school but I get up and follow him anyway.

I’d follow him anywhere.

***

As we enter the kitchen he immediately grabs a plate of sandwiches and I can't help but roll my eyes. “You just wanted an excuse to shove some food on your mouth.”

He shrugs as he puts the plate on the small table at the far end of the kitchen. I look around to see what else there is to eat.

I open the fridge and there's banana loaf and some other things on a plate, so I bring it all to the table.

He looks surprised for the amount of food in front of him. “You sure we can take all of this?”

“Of course.” Then a thought just occurs to me as I turn around to grab the kettle. I sit down and make the water hot for tea. Then as I pass him a mug I quietly add, “happy birthday, Simon.”

He gives me a small smile, and I think my heart skips a beat.

I’d never thought I’d get this; that I’d get him. But he’s here, pressing his leg against mine. And we’re both blushing, so I feel like maybe we’ll be alright. That we can carry on. Together.

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Staring

It’s been months since they started dating and Simon is finally ready to go a bit further.

Genre: Smut

Many thanks to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta as always <3

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For the past few months Baz and I have been getting to know each other better. We still fight over silly things, but with a kiss all is forgotten. It drives Penny mad.

I know now that Baz has been waiting for me; for us to happen for a long time. He never thought this could actually happen; that he would get his happy ending. And I never thought this could be mine either, but I’m so glad we have each other now.

Back then, I was so clueless about my own feelings. Baz teases me sometimes about it. How I followed him everywhere with the pretense of wanting to know what he was doing, what he was plotting against me.

It all sounds ridiculous now, but I didn’t know it then; why I was so obsessed with him. And now, as I look at Baz, lying by my side on the bed, I think how lucky I am to have him.

“You’re staring,” he whispers.

He’s so close that I feel his breath on my face. Staring is his thing, but I love doing it too. I like that now I can just look at him and take my time to memorize every detail of him. Like how he looks so peaceful right now, with his eyes closed and hair falling carelessly around his face.

I gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “I am,” I say, smiling.

He opens one eye, and I notice the corner of his mouth quirk up, showing me that he’s trying not to smile. So I move closer and put an arm around him and he takes that as a sign that I don’t want to sleep just yet. So he moves his head closer, and our lips brush.

“What are you thinking about, love?” he asks, and I can feel his lips moving against my own.

“About you...”I lightly kiss him. “About us.”

And then he kisses me. It’s starts soft, lips slowly moving together, his hand slowly coming to my neck. Then I put my hand on his hair and grab it to bring him closer to me and something sparks in Baz, I love how my touch can have such a reaction. He puts his leg between mine and pushes me into the mattress, never stopping his kisses. I let him, and when he’s settled half on top of me, he deepens the kiss and I hum in approval. It’s so good; it’s been so good everytime he kisses me.

I let my hands run over his body, from his back to his waist so that I’m holding him close to me. Baz is full of intention now, his own hands all over me as he starts grinding against me.

I start to move too. We’ve done this game countless times, putting each other to the limit to see who needs to ask the other to stop first. I know he wants this and he’s waiting for me. But I want it too; I just don’t know if I’m ready for the full thing yet, and I’ve been trying to find a way to just tell him that I want to try to go a bit further at a time, but I don’t know how. Usually when we’re almost at the point of no going back, shirts lost in the process and both a panting mess, he moves away.

I feel him hard on top of me and he moans in my mouth while I pull him impossibly closer to me. It’s all about the friction now; or how to get more of it.

I tug on his shorts to let him know that I want them gone and he gladly complies. When he’s back I open my legs so that he can put himself between them.

He stays still for a few seconds looking at me, staring because I only have my boxers on (I can’t sleep in clothes, especially now that’s almost summer) and I’m visibly hard. He’s on his knees in between my legs, and I can’t stand the distance. I reach forward with my arms and pull his t-shirt up. Then I grab him by the neck and bring him on top of me again.

We both moan at the contact. He puts his forehead against mine and moves on top of me. It feels bloody amazing and as I shove my mouth on his again and arch my back up to be able to fill him as close to me as I can, Baz moves back, and I groan at the loss of contact.

He stays there, just centimeters away from my body. And I feel ridiculous; neither of us wants to stop, so why am I letting him move away? I move up to catch his mouth again, running my hands up from wrist to his neck so that I can turn his mouth to mine.

“Simon...” he says weakly, between our kisses. “We should stop for a bit.”

I push him slightly away so that I can speak and he moves to my neck. “No, Baz...”

“No?” he asks, while kissing my neck.

“I just don’t want to stop...uhm... just yet.”

“Let me know when you do,” he whispers in my ear, and it send shivers all over my body.

His mouth goes back to mine and he keeps grinding on top of me, I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He’s panting and our kisses are getting sloppier. Fuck, I want this.

I start to move his boxers down and he doesn’t stop me; instead, he moves his body so that’s easier for me to move them down. I’ve never seen him naked before; the sight of him like this is doing crazy things to me.

I’ve thought countless times before about how this could go, but nothing can truly prepare you for seeing someone like this. No matter how many times you think about something the real thing is never the same. There’s really no way of preparing for it. Baz, naked on top of me, flustered and panting. It’s definitely my new favorite way of seeing him.

He’s not moving, probably wondering if this the moment that I want to stop. I don’t, so I take my boxers off too and I swear I hear him gasp when I do it.

He’s suddenly all over me again, kissing me senseless and I’m moaning from the contact of his dick against mine. Fuck, precome is leaking from both of us when he puts his hand around me and I give a satisfied groan. He starts stroking me and my eyes jerk open to see it.

I stare at him and he gives me a devilishly look. “Feels good?”

“Yeah--” I groan,  and that’s when he stops touching me and starts smirking. I want to take that expression off his face, so I put my hand around him and his eyes flutter close as a soft moan escapes from his mouth.

I stroke him until he’s a mess of limbs moving uncontrollably against me. Then I kiss him hard. I know he’s close and I want to see it happening.

Baz moves then, puts his hand around us both and we start to move together. I put my hand around us too. It doesn’t take us long to come after that.

***

We lay in bed, side to side trying to calm down so I turn my head towards him, only to find him already looking at me with a fond expression on his face.

“Now, look who’s staring...” I say slowly as I move closer to him.

“Am I not allowed to stare?”

“Or course you are,” I mumble as I rest my face in the space between his neck and shoulder. I like falling asleep like this; I feel safe with his scent all around me.

He puts his arm around me and starts rubbing my back lazily; I immediately feel my eyelids getting heavier.

“Baz?” I whisper, there’s something I keep wanting to say to him but I haven’t had the courage, but now after this I feel like it’s the right moment to just get it out.

“Hm?”

“I love you.” There, I said it.  And it doesn’t sound strange when I say it, it just feels like it’s the truth.

“I love you too, love,” he tells me in a whisper whilst turning his head to my side to kiss my hair gently.

And with that, I let myself fall asleep in his arms.

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Closer

When Baz finally returns to Watford he finds Simon waiting for him in their room.

Genre: Smut

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“You look like shit.” I say when Baz finally enters our bedroom.

He glances at me sideways as he takes his jacket off and hangs it on his wardrobe. Then he sneers. “You look awful too, Snow.”

I feel myself on edge, and he just got here. He's so bloody annoying. “Fuck off.”

“I'm just saying…” He glances at me again and looks me over from head to toe before continuing. “You usually look better by now.”

I step closer to him. If it wasn't for the Anathema, I would just punch him. It would serve him right for insulting me; this is all his fault, after all. “Well, how could I? You could jump me at any second. It was driving me insane.”

He takes a step forward in my direction; I've never been this close to him before. He blinks, then focuses his deep grey eyes on me and asks me in a hushed tone, “Missed me much?” I feel his breath on my face.

“Oh, piss off,“ I say, and our lips brush when I do it. When did he get so close? And then all I can think about is shutting him up. With my mouth. So I do it. I close distance between us and let my lips crash against his. He immediately reacts and put his hands on my hair, and I move so that I can deepen the kiss. He lets me.

I shove Baz into his bed and kneel on all fours on top of him. Then he reaches up and shoves his mouth against mine while grabbing my hair. I can't control myself when a soft moan escapes me. Crowley, what is Baz doing to me? Is this what all kisses should feel like? I've never felt anything like it before. Like it's not enough. Like I just need more.

I want to feel him against me, so I lower myself to press him down on the mattress with my body. I start to lightly move my body against his, and when I move my mouth to his neck he starts making this low noises that really turn me on. Fuck, I’m getting hard just by hearing him.

I grab his neck, turning his mouth to mine again, and kiss him hard. I let my body guide me --I've never done anything like this before, but I want to move so desperately-- and I start to rub myself against him, just to take some tension off. Crowley, I swear these moans that he's making are just to make me come in my pants.

I feel him then, hard against me. And I just lose it. I'm the reason that he's like this, lips swollen, panting under me. I lock eyes with him and we start moving, grinding against each other in a desperate way. And it feels so good; almost too good to be real.

Baz’s hands move to my chest and he starts to unbutton my shirt. Yes, I think, it's way too hot for all these clothes. I really want to feel his skin on mine; I want to kiss him all over.

I’m getting too impatient so I sit on his lap, straddling him to help him take my shirt off. He follows me with his mouth; every patch of skin exposed is like a target to him. We fumble around to take both our shirts off.

He puts his arms around me and starts kissing my neck. I put my arms around him too, one hand on his hair and the other one around his back, and I just let myself feel him. His hands running all over my body as he keeps thrusting up against me. And it feels so bloody good; the touch, the friction… But if we don't stop this soon, I'm going to come embarrassingly fast.

I'm not sure what is happening between us; all I know is that the last thing I want to do is stop. I want more. I want all Baz is willing to give me.

I shove him back to the bed again and fumble around to take my pants off. Then I stop and look at him. I want this, but I want to make sure that he wants it, too. He doesn't say a word, just opens his pants too, and I help him remove them.

As soon as we are just in our underwear I pull myself on top of him again, right between his legs. We barely have any clothes between us now, so I can clearly feel him rock hard against my hip. Fuck, I need to move or I'm going to lose my mind. I already feel like I'm losing my mind just by thinking about him pretty much naked and moaning my name underneath me. I thrust forward, and we both moan from the pleasure. I do it again and again until we're both a mess getting desperate for more.

He's holding on to me like he's afraid I'm gonna vanish at any second. And I really don't think I can't last much longer--Baz panting my name on my ear whilst moving in rhythm with me is the hottest thing I've ever experienced.

I make my right hand make a path to the hem of his boxers. He doesn't say a word and continues kissing me. Then I let my hand go a bit lower until I feel him. I stroke him lightly through the fabric and he moans in my mouth. I let my head fall to the space between his shoulder and neck and start kissing him there. He's thrusting up slightly, trying to feel the contact of my hand better, so when he starts to moan incoherent thoughts and my name over and over, I pull his boxers down and grab him and start to wank him like I would do to myself.

I've never touched another bloke before: Or anyone, for that matter. And I would say that I'd never thought about it before, but I'd be lying because there’s suddenly a list of things I want to do. Things that I want to do with Baz. Fuck, it's all about him in my head.

“Crowley, Snow, I always knew you're going to be the death of me,” he says, panting, “but not like this.”

“Is this good?” I have no idea how to continue this further. “I’ve never done this before.”

“With a bloke?”

“With anyone,” I say between kisses on his neck. “Just… Tell me what to do, Baz,” I whisper in his ear.

“Just--take off your boxers,” he tells me in a deep voice. I do, and he does the same. He pulls me right on top of him and when my dick touches his I moan at the contact. Then he continues his instructions. “Put your hand around us both...” As he starts to move under me, I get it, so I move my hand to bring us both to the point of release. After a few strokes he comes undone under me, and I wait for him to calm down before I start to touch myself. I'm so close to coming too. And that's when he puts his hand around me and starts stroking me. The feeling of his hand touching me is almost enough to make me lose it, and after a few strokes I'm coming hard.

“You asked me if this was good...” he starts, his words coming out slowly like he’s struggling to stay awake.

“Yeah?”

“It was bloody amazing,” he finishes in a whisper, and I give him a soft smile as I move closer to cuddle with him.

I have my head on his chest and his arms around me when I feel myself drifting away. I'm knackered and for the first time in a long time sleep comes easy for me.

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On Love’s Light Wings

Simon runs into Baz before 8th year begins. An unspoken truce is made that leads to Simon realizing he might not hate Baz after all.

As always many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta, I don’t know what I would do without her!

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Baz

The first thing Snow did when we ran into each other by the lake was accuse me of following him. Which is moronic; my family owns this house and we’ve been coming here for years.

Usually I’d stay inside the house or by the lake reading and every summer I’d try to forget all about him. But now that he’s here I can’t stop thinking about anything else. It’s always him in my head, filling it with dreams and regret.

I figured that since he’s here I might as well make the most of it. I just want to be able to look at his stupid face during summer and I know that if I start to wander away he’ll follow me like he does at Watford. It will almost feel like we’re back in school and that nothing has changed.

The first few days he kept his distance, but he gave up soon after that. He started to follow me closer, asking stupid questions as we walked around; claiming that there’s nothing else to do here. So bloody predictable.

 Simon

I don’t understand how we managed to spend the holidays in the same place. Baz keeps telling me that if anyone is plotting then it must be me because I'm the one that followed him here. I think he just likes to piss me off.

I tried to stay away from him, but I couldn’t. I was too curious to see what he does outside of Watford, so I stay hidden between the trees and watch him with his family in the morning.

After lunch Baz usually wanders around the lake or into the woods. In the first days that I started following him I tried to keep my distance so that he wouldn’t notice me. But he always did. So I gave up and started to follow him closer. I started to try and talk to him, first about random things; then about this place, and after that, about his family. Baz must be really bored too because after the first week his replies became more like he actually wanted to talk to me and he started to ask me some questions too.

Yesterday he told me to meet him sooner because he wanted to show me a place farther into the woods. So right after his family goes inside for lunch, I meet him and I notice that he’s carrying a backpack.

“What’s that for?” I ask him, pointing at it.

“Food,” he says --like it’s obvious and I’m a moron for asking,”what do you think I’d be carrying into the woods?” he adds, as he starts to walk.

Oh. Maybe I should have brought food too. And water. I didn’t really think that I should have come prepared to spend the whole afternoon in the woods.

When he notices that I'm not moving he stops and turns around. He must have realized what I was thinking because he adds, “don’t worry Snow. I packed enough for both of us.” And with that, he starts walking again.

I can’t help but grin. I like this side of Baz that isn’t a complete asshole.

It turns out what Baz wanted to show me was a small waterfall far into the woods, and it’s quite beautiful. The water falls into a some sort of natural pool that I’d love to step into.

Baz sits down under the shade of a tree and starts taking the food from his backpack, carefully putting everything on a beach towel that he also had in there. I realize that I'm starving when I look at the food. There’s sandwiches, fruit, and juices; everything looks amazing.

I sit down next to him and reach for a sandwich. Then something occurs to me and I stop. He wouldn’t go all the way out here just to poison me, would he?

When I notice him with his eyebrow raised at me, I decide to ignore all the doubts in my head. “Can I... Uhm … have one?” I ask.

“Of course” he replies, as he grabs one for himself.

I notice that he’s eating with his hand in front of his mouth but I’m not sure why. Does he always eat like this? It’s not like we eat at the same table in school for me to notice it but I decide not to comment anyway, he’s being nice for a change and I don’t want to ruin it.

When we finish the sandwiches it occurs to me that I'm having a picnic with Baz. I’ve never had a picnic outside of Watford before; especially not with Baz. I look at him and he’s a bit flushed--probably from the heat. He has his hair in a messy ponytail and some of the hair in front of his face has got loose. For some reason, looking at Baz makes me blush so I stop.

I decide to look at the water instead. It's quite relaxing just sitting here enjoying the view. I feel like I could take a nap, but apparently Baz has other plans because he starts to take his shoes off.

“Come on Snow. You didn’t think I dragged you here just for the view, did you?” he tells me as he steps into the water and sits down on one of the big rocks so that he can put his feet in the water.

I decide to follow him, so I take my shoes and t-shirt off. As I step into the water, I pass him and keep walking until the water is by my waist. Then I let myself fall into the water. It feels so good; the cold water against my skin. I stay underwater for a few seconds before I feel the need to get up to breathe.

After I run my hands through my hair and face to get rid of the water I feel Baz looking at me, so I look up and tell him, “Are you going come here or do I need to make you?”

Then Baz get’s up, smirks at me, and takes his shirt off. He starts walking in my direction, not taking his eyes of me. I’ve never seen him shirtless before. I can’t seem to be able to look at anything else but him. Baz is… He’s gorgeous. And I knew it already, but somehow seeing him in here like this feels different. Like I'm really noticing him for the first time.

Then he passes me and starts swimming in the direction of where the water is falling. Once he reaches that zone, he climbs a few rocks and gets up right near the waterfall. Then he puts himself under the streams of falling water, closes his eyes and lets the water hit him. There’s a small smile on his face and he looks so relaxed. It’s one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.

Baz

Snow changed after I took him to the waterfall. He became more relaxed around me. So I started to take him to every interesting little thing around here before I need to leave. Today I wanted to show him the biggest tree  here, it’s so tall and thick it must be one of the oldest trees I’ve ever seen.

I was so distracted thinking about him that I didn’t realize  I couldn’t hear Snow’s loud steps behind me, so I stopped.

For a few seconds there was no sound. Then I hear a loud noise coming from not too far away, so I start to run into that direction. I stop when I see the entrance to the cave that I passed a few moments before. Of course he had to go in.

That’s when I hear him cursing. He sounds like he’s in in pain, so I start to run inside.

As I feel myself falling I realize how stupid I was. In my rush to get to Snow I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and fell in the same place that he did. Right on top of him.

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