A/N: Hey guys! If, by some miracle, anyone still follows me here and reads this: good to see you again! I'm mostly active on Ao3 now, but I started missing FFN because of a recent return to an old fandom (hint: when I say old, I mean really old. Like, a fandom I've been inactive in for almost nine years). Don't get your hopes up for me to bring back old discontinued fics. I dropped them because of a loss of inspiration and/or loss of documents, and they're so old now that I hate my writing for most of them, so they probably won't be continued. However, you'll likely see some new fic for that fandom sometime in the next few months. In the meantime, I'm bringing over some of the things I've written over the last few years and posted to Ao3 (there are some things that will still only be there, though, so if you wanna check them out, my username is the same as here). So here's the first one (and I'll include the original author's notes for most of them, too, starting right now).
I don't know why I wanted to write this, I just did. I wanted to be able to include something centered around the infamous "you're flammable" line, I guess. And then, when I thought of that, I wanted to write about someone having my habit—I'm not a smoker, but I love collecting and messing with lighters. Yeah, I'm weird.
I feel like a lot of things would have been different between Simon and Baz if they didn't feel like they were destined to kill each other. In other words, this is my excuse to write a cliché sappy teen romance. Turn back now if you don't like that idea.
Also, I feel like I should give a warning here, just in case some people forget. "Fag" = "cigarette." This word is in the fic, but I do not ever intend to use it as a homophobic slur. I actually felt extremely uncomfortable with how many times I had to write it, honestly, which is strange because it never bothers me to read it in other people's works.
Title from a song by The Used, because I am unoriginal and hate coming up with titles.
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Baz:
Snow and I met under… interesting circumstances.
He was taking a walk through the woods with his girlfriend, perfect Wellbelove. When she broke up with him, he got upset and wandered off.
He wandered straight to where I was feeding on a rabbit.
Needless to say, he freaked out. Somehow, though, I managed to convince him not to go to the Mage. In fact, after we talked for a few minutes, he seemed much more intrigued by my fangs than terrified.
I didn't see him again for about five months. Then, at the beginning of our last year at Watford, we were thrown into three different classes together. Snow recognized me immediately, though he waited to catch me until after class.
When we were away from the crowds of students, he burst out, "Hey! I didn't expect to have classes with you, Vampire Boy! I didn't even know we were in the same year!"
"I have a name," I grit out, glancing around to make sure nobody was in hearing range.
"Well, you never told me it."
That's right. He introduced himself, but I never did the same, did I?
"Baz."
"Nice to meet you, Baz," he said, sticking his hand out. I raised an eyebrow, but shook it. How could anyone be so friendly, especially when he knows I'm a dark creature? When I voiced the thought, he just laughed. "Well, you don't drink from humans, do you?"
"You don't know that. You saw me draining one rabbit. That doesn't mean anything. I could drink from humans all the time." Did I want him to hate me? Maybe.
"But you don't, do you?" he repeated with a knowing smile.
I sighed in resignation. "No, no I don't."
"I knew it. And that's why I'm not scared. You're obviously not a monster, just a boy who… happens to drink blood sometimes," he said with a laugh.
And that was the beginning of everything.