So, this is a collection of SnowBaz fan fictions written for my Secret Santa, Tumblr user all-about-the-booty! I hope you have a wonderful Holiday season!

Happy Christmas, Simon

"Simon, you're being ridiculous," Baz said, staring at his boyfriend with exasperation heavy in his voice.

"Baz, your parents hate me, probably now more than ever. There's no way they'd even let me in the front door, let alone stay overnight." Simon was sitting on the couch in he and Penny's apartment, although at the moment it was just Simon's since Penny was spending Christmas with her boyfriend.

"You're really thick, you know that? Why wouldn't they like you? You got rid of the Mage, didn't you?"

"Gee, thanks for reminding me. Why don't you also point out that I'm a Normal now, and that your dad isn't exactly the biggest supporter of either of us being gay?"

"My point," Baz said, "Is that They can't hate you any more than they did, and I'm not leaving you to spend Christmas alone."

"...Are you sure?" Simon asked, looking up at Baz with hopeful eyes.

"Of course I'm sure, you dolt. Now move over; if you're going to keep Christmas movies constantly on television, we're going to watch them."

Christmas Eve

"Baz!" Mordelia squealed when Baz came through the door. He was cold, covered in snow, and dreading what would happen when his parents found out he'd brought Simon along without telling them, but nevertheless he hugged his sister. She smiled, then saw Simon standing awkwardly behind Baz. "I remember you! You're Simon Snow. Baz Talks about you alot."

"Mor!" Baz hissed. Simon smiled.

"Nice to see you again, Mordelia. Are you having a Happy Christmas so far?"

"Oh yeah, we've already made three kinds of cookies, and Father Christmas is coming tonight!"

"So he is, and I bet he's got something special for you," Simon said, smiling when Mordelia cheered.

"You're so good with kids," Baz mumbled as Mordelia ran off.

"Being in care homes kind of forces you to be," Simon pointed out. "So, you talk about me alot?"

"Shut up," Baz muttered. "We should go say hello to mother anyway." They found her in the kitchen, making cookies with the maid.

"Basilton!" she said when they came in. "It's so nice to see you. And you, Mr. Snow. How have you been?"

"Very well, Mrs. Grimm, thank you. And yourself?"

"I'm well, thank you. Will you be joining us for Christmas, I assume?" Simon glanced at Baz.

"Yes, he will," Baz replied. "We'll be upstairs if you need anything."

"Of course. It was nice to see you again, Mr. Snow."

"And you, Mrs. Grimm."

"You can call him Simon," Baz muttered on their way out. Simon waited until they were up in Baz's room with the door shut before he turned on him.

"You didn't tell them I was coming?" he asked.

"It would have created unnecessary drama," Baz said cooly, taking a seat on his bed.

"You're just trying to get them to hate me, aren't you?" Simon asked.

"They don't hate you," Baz replied. Then, just because he loved to mess with Simon, he jumped up, pulled Simon back to the bed with him, and put them nose to nose. "Besides," he whispered, "I don't hate you. Isn't that was really matters?" Simon blushed and sputtered a little, like he always did when Baz surprised him like this. Baz grinned and kissed him. "You're a dork."

"So are you," Simon mumbled. "But we'd better wait until tonight to do anything else. If your sister walks in on us-"

"We're both dead," Baz finished. "You're right. But if mother hung mistletoe again I will follow tradition."

"Of course you will," Simon smiled.

That Night

"Hurry, hurry, we have to go to bed!" Mordelia said, adjusting the plate of cookies one last time. "Okay, it's perfect. Now we have to go to bed!"

"We get it, Mor," Baz said. He, Simon, and Mordelia were the last ones awake, and Baz was more than ready for her to be ready for bed.

"Okay! Goodnight!" Mordelia ran up the stairs, leaving Baz and Simon alone.

"Finally," Baz said, pulling Simon with him up the stairs. They were at his room in seconds, and Baz was already starting a fire in his fireplace.

"You're such a pyro," Simon joked, remembering the last time Baz had made a fire here for them.

"Just get over here," Baz said. Simon smiled and joined Baz on the carpet, but he didn't miss Baz's evil grin.

"What?" Simon asked.

"Look up," Baz whispered. Above them was mistletoe, tucked right in the center of the mantle.

"You're a dork," Simon mumbled, sliding closer to his boyfriend.

"That's my line," Baz whispered. "Happy Christmas, Simon."