CW: An attempt at a fluff, and more of 8k words. Enjoy!
Simon
I sense that something is not right. No. I am sure that all things are not right
The Mage has been avoiding me for several weeks now, and I don't remember causing anything to upset him either (I still haven't blown up a part of the school, on the contrary, he should be happy) The Humdrum still doesn't make an appearance. Baz continues to get on my nerves, as usual, although now he acts in a more passive way, not saying his comments directly to my face. And to top it all off, Penelope is much more nervous than I've ever seen her.
"According to my mom, to sixth graders, inside the curriculum is being imposed the teaching of some more advanced spell."
That was the reason for her disconcertion. She told me in the middle of political science class, and I woke her up. She left her books covered in drool and talked sleepily. Something normal considering that she only slept two hours that night, because she was studying a complicated and huge book that she showed me later. Everything indicated that she took that book out of the library's bad form.
"Yes, but this is no longer the Watford your mom studied at "I replied, passing her a tissue to wipe away the traces of drool that were left on her rounded chin.
"Yeah, I know Simon. It's better to be prepared just in case though, I won't let Baz take first place from me for another year."
I reminded myself of Baz's presence. I looked up at his table, chewing on a freshly baked plum bun. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with that countenance that produces nothing but making me fear for my own life, in the face of his constant conspiracies.
A bit of the sweet filling dripped out of the bun, dirtying my hand, and I wiped it off with a napkin, drawing the attention of Penelope, who was chewing her second slice of bread with butter and honey.
"Look, slyly, at Baz's table. That's the third time today I've caught him in the act. I'm sure he's got something in his hands."
Penny turned away, ignoring my "slyly," folding her arms and observing the scene.
"Good grief, Simon. They're sharing a room, it's obvious they're crossing eyes" Penny whispered, concentrating on her own breakfast again.
I rested both my arms on the table and put my head between them. The plate with scrambled eggs and sausage suddenly became less appetizing.
If I went by my instincts alone, I would lock Baz in our room and force him to confess everything to me. I would have to answer the constant questions I had all day in my head, and I would be sure to apply the necessary damage if it meant that his tireless plans would stop at once.
The only problem I saw with my plan was not all the legal charges and the uproar it would cause in the Coven.
My issue was Baz's arrival time every night.
It could be past two in the morning and Baz would just come into the room, still in uniform, but with dark stains around the neck of his shirt. Since he thought I was asleep, he would take a silent shower (breaking our golden rule) (Bathe me at night, while he did it in the morning) and then, in his pajamas, he would go to bed.
Too suspicious.
Some days I used to close the window, but he seems to be getting used to sleeping with the window open. After six years of sharing the same air.
What's Baz doing up to these hours?
I'm sure he was plotting something evil. He's always like that.
No, I don't consider myself the belly button of the world.
Although I always feel threatened when I'm around Him. His mere presence already makes me go into an automatic alert mode, plus for some reason every time Baz turns into a magnet to attract him to disaster (Bad thing that has been with me since first year and even before). I am always led into the traps he plans. Mind you, I am—— always aware of them, I only fall into them premeditated.
Agatha arrives shaking her hips and flipping her long blonde hair, which I love so much. She sits right next to me and lets me hold her hand just to feel that she is here, with me. She has a nice manicure that goes totally against the school rules, which no one pays special attention to as long as you don't murder anyone using magic.
She smiles shyly at me and then from the inside pocket of her jacket she pulls out a beautiful box of chocolates which she sets in front of me. As I open it, it is filled with mint filled chocolates (My favorite, by a landslide).
"Oh… It's Valentine's Day" I thought, as I read the note written in big letters "Happy Valentine's Day, Simon."
It's February fourteenth and I completely forgot the date. It's Baz's fault, for making me worry about his behavior before Agatha's. Anyway, I must always prioritize my obligations before my needs.
Saving the world from magic is a first choice, whatever the occasion.
I give her, to compensate, one of those smiles she likes so much. I hold her cheek to kiss it while whispering a "thank you". I smell her floral perfume. I notice Penny's mock grimace of disgust as I pull away, but I can't resist and pop one of the candies into my mouth, suppressing a moan of satisfaction. I haven't tasted this flavor in weeks.
Anyway, I have never given her anything Agatha for important events— except for Christmas—The one time I tried; it went wrong. With my little savings from all summer that I managed to keep from being stolen by other normal kids in foster care, I bought an expensive perfume. Only to later find that it had been cursed and Agatha ended up being sprayed with a pestilential odor. She was angry with me for at least a week, no matter how hard I tried to explain that it had been Baz's fault— and my overconfidence—that I had left the gift on top of my desk the day before.
Remembering the event I glanced sideways at Baz's desk, but it was no longer there.
He abandoned Niall, leaving him to eat breakfast alone. He didn't even finish his tea, the ungrateful bastard.
It was Baz, I convinced myself. Plotting another one of his plans. He never rests, never mind that it was Valentine's Day.
For him, any day is convenient to try on me.
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Baz
It is obvious that something is not right.
With myself nothing is within normal parameters.
I'm not referring to the transformation I've been undergoing since the summer vacations last year, weeks after I turned fifteen, with hormones doing their thing. Learning in a dangerous way that in addition to being a wizard, I am a disgusting vampire and to top it all off I was very, no, too, thirsty.
Thirsty for something specific; Blood.
But that didn't worry me anymore. That much. It continued to frighten me, but not in the same way as before.
Simon. That's the name of the person who made something not go right with my own person.
I still don't understand why of all the people, men, teenagers living on earth, I had to fall in love with Simon Snow. I could deal with it if it were anyone else, like Gareth— not my type, but still the bugger is hot, plus he's the captain of the soccer team) but I don't always have to complicate things.
In love with the Chosen One , the boy I first saw in those rags that were supposed to be clothes, vowing to exterminate someday, in the future or even that very afternoon.
I continue to search for the day when something clicked. It seems to have been a succession of events or, again, that morning when I found him getting dressed, and he was wearing nothing but his underwear— Watford's, I didn't even know school underwear existed—. He was looking for something, and he squatted down to look for it. Hell, the memory of that time was already starting to make me uncomfortable.
It is absurd and worthy of a tragicomedy. Comedy for the love I have for an asshole like him, which is not even reciprocated, and tragedy for the ending.
My destiny is irremediable. I am one of the many bad guys in the story and I still can't find a way for the events not to happen the way everyone wants them to happen. Simon, on the other hand, is the hero and after an epic battle that we are going to have (because I will not allow my defeat to be something pathetic and humiliating) will end finally our endless fights with, perhaps, my death. Fact that not even for being a vampire, I will not be saved.
The reason could not leave alive a species like mine. Hybrid.
Vampire, super powerful mage of ancient family and to top it off, handsome as only I can be. —Although I'm becoming haggard. It's because of the missing nutrients, plus the excess iron that makes me lose weight and my hunger decreases.
I am something that should no longer reproduce (I don't want to have children either, because I can't) (Could it be possible to create children through magic? I wasn't sure that was a legal alternative) (I still don't want to have a child anyway).
Aside from that, all my fantasies of teenage love created by watching Twilight, influenced by my Aunt Fiona, went up in smoke for the thousandth time. That WellBelove, so beautiful and the one Simon is crazy about, showing all that affection in that kiss.
What a shame. The only way to get Simon to fall at my feet is for a miracle to happen so amazing that it would leave the whole magical world with its mouth open, questioning if magic really makes us superior.
I'm not religious and since I'm a vampire I also have an allergy to God— Or well it doesn't burn me like in the movies, it just makes me a little weak.
According to mom and her wise words. Miracles happen to the people most in need of one.
Mothers are always supposed to be right.
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Simón
No matter how hard I tried the spell, as everyone anticipated, nothing happened. Still, I held a small shred of hope inside me.
Penny performed it instantly, so naturally that the teacher gave her an "A" right away.
Professor Spells was a lady who looked older than she should be. Wearing those clothes in which she looked just like a madwoman and with badly cut hair spread out on all sides of her head. To add to that, she seemed to be the biggest hopeless romantic in all of Watford. Deciding to use Valentine's Day as an excuse to teach us a transformative spell.
If magic in and of itself goes wrong for me. That transforming magic which is supposed to be one of the hardest— is to stay at least three feet away from me. I still didn't set anything on fire, at least, and that was progress. It seemed that, at last, my magic was maturing.
The whole context around the trick pointed in the same direction, being created with the intention of being applied with people. But for purely educational purposes, the teacher prepared for each of us a sock puppet, with pop-out eyes and a macabre appearance.
All that had to be done was to turn the doll into a toad and then to return it to its original shape, a kiss was necessary. Penny muttered a "how boring" when she saw that her toad was inert and made of the same material as the doll, but it made perfect sense to me, considering that it can't be revived through magic (Right?).
Penelope helped me by moving my arm while repeating repeatedly the well pronounced words, she wanted me to make a little progress. We both knew those directions would be stupid, considering she didn't even manage a wand and pronounced the words softly.
Besides, my mind was unfocused and didn't move in step with my senses. I could never feel magic as something soft, but every time I employed it exploded out of my body like a storm. For that reason, I preferred the sword. Much more controllable.
How could I rest easy knowing that Baz now knew how to turn me into a toad?
" Calm down Simon, practice makes perfect" The teacher nodded and jotted something down in her notebook. She was one of the women who smiled with her eyes
"Young Pitch Don't keep wasting magic like that! If you already executed the spell well, help another classmate."
Baz rolled his eyes and just to annoy me, he turned the doll into a toad one last time, realizing that I was looking at him without blinking. It was like a breeze that hit the object. Then he grabbed the toy toad and as he brought it closer to his mouth, I could see nothing more. A gray fog enveloped Baz. When the smoke dispersed Baz had the doll in a bad grip again. He left it sitting on the table pointing toward my desk. He turned around, drawing a smile in the air with his wand, and took long steps closer.
"Oh Snow, you look like you're having trouble with a kindergarten spell. Do you want me to help you?" he uttered. From so close I could notice how his shirt was unironed, but the dark stains I saw the day before on his collar were gone.
"You fuck smug bastard!"
I waved the wand again as Penny told me to do and spoke the correct words. The doll didn't even flinch.
"Formidable Snow! You're really putting your best self forward" He mentioned sarcastically "This is the reason they shouldn't let people of your caliber in."
"What did you say, dare you say it again!"
Baz gets on my nerves, it's impossible not to get carried away with his intentional insults, overflowing with poison.
"What's that? That it's a shame about WellBelove. Surely the reason your magic is inhibited is because of randy kisses."
I frowned and mentioned one last time.
"Handsome prince, into a frog I turn you!"
I felt the storm inside me come up like a gust not at all like the light blizzard that Baz or Penelope produced. The doll shot off into the wall of the room smashing a couple of jars placed on the shelf.
I noticed that Baz disappeared, and I thought he was hiding until I saw a frog on top of my desk. Off-white, grayish eyes, and smooth moist skin. It looked up at me, clutching one of the feathers, wielding it as if it were a sword.
I couldn't hold back my laughter and I heard the laughs of my classmates joining me as well. Penelope stood straight with a smile on her lips, but a confused expression. So much was the exaltation in the room that using a "Nothing to see" and a " To your places" from the teacher we were quiet again. My friends who had come over for a closer look at the situation lowered their heads in annoyance and obediently returned to their posts.
Baz jumped up to my shoulder and pressed the feather to my neck. It tickled so I let out a muffled snort.
"Young Pitch, what happened between you two?"
The teacher peeled it off my uniform and held it in front of her giant glasses staring at it stunned just like a bug. I held back my laughter, biting my lips hard. Now I had seen it all.
"Snow, you shouldn't be laughing! Do you know what this means?"
The teacher's alarmed tone shocked me. Penelope grabbed my arm, looking embarrassed.
"Who can tell me how to break this curse?"
Penny, for the first time, did not raise her hand to answer the question. That started to worry me, she always answered, so I started to shake my leg.
"Teacher, it's with a kiss!" Gareth shouted back. From across the room, who was laughing along with Rhys from under the table. They were having the time of their lives.
The blush started to creep up from my feet to my cheeks. I'm sure right now I was living up to the nickname Baz gave me in fourth grade that I hated so much, "Apple Cheeks." I scanned around the room, until I came upon Agatha who was bewilderedly braiding and upbraiding a braid of blonde hair. I gazed back at Baz; he was squinting his huge amphibian eyes. Great, I've earned the disdain of a frog.
"May that serve as punishment for both of you!" Miss Spells scolded. Leaving Baz on top of my palms (What a strange situation) (Baz was sticky, I'm sure this will leave red marks). "And don't be quiet Young Pitch Even if it's through squealing"
"Croak, croak! Big shit, therefore, the Shampoo has instructions," The sudden croak startled me so much that I dropped Baz, but the blow was muffled by the papers being handed out, "Croak, Snow, for Crowley's sake be more careful!"
Pushing myself away from the desk I approached Baz, crouching down. With a leap he jumped up onto the back of my hand. I had just discovered a detail. I find frogs some of the most adorable animals in the world. I didn't avoid pinching his body. To which Baz just blurted out more "Croak!"
"This is what they get for being funny and laughing at other people's misfortunes."
I held back my disgust at having a slimy, wet hand. I hope that when I kiss Baz, he doesn't murder me and just moves away from my side to enjoy our embarrassment in loneliness.
Does this make me gay? I will continue to be Agatha's boyfriend after the kiss. Plus, I still find her attractive.
Professor Spells was holding her own wand at the ready in her hand. But I ignored this fact, pulling Baz's small body closer to my mouth. The smell was strange, and new. I have disliked it. I tolerated it. Baz, even though he was an animal, possessed that annoying expression.
I'll still be me, Simon. Kissing another boy, who was Baz, my greatest enemy after the Humdrum. Transformed into a toad, he left things a little more resistible for me. I was already looking forward to next year, where this would all remain a funny anecdote.
Baz sat up and closed his eyes, and I imitated him by opening my mouth a little.
It was the first time I'd ever kissed anything like that. Salty. Agatha tastes different, like Christmas candy.
Baz's transformation began to take place. He kept his eyes closed firmly. The taste in my mouth changed from one moment to the next, it was because Baz was back to normal.
Still, I lengthened the kiss. In one motion I grabbed Baz's waist and steepened a little more to continue. The fucker had always been taller than me— by at least five centimeters, though a few years ago it was less of a difference— Baz didn't even flinch, and I think to help me he hunched over, so I would stop struggling so much.
I'm sure Baz had less kissing experience than I did. But he disguised it beautifully, the asshole is always good at everything, even when it comes to making out.
His hands got tangled in my hair. Or in the part I don't wear flush with my scalp. We both understood that we were doing that just because we felt like it, unconsciously we formed one of our silent pacts again.
If it had been any other way, I would have given a small, short kiss. But it was Baz, and I wasn't going to give him the luxury of being teased for kissing him for such a brief time. I could already picture it "Cat Snow got your tongue?" it would be detestable.
I broke away. Baz's lips tinged a deep red and were moist. He opened his eyes after my near spell, and I think we both found ourselves checking to see if that moment was real.
I remembered where we were standing, I let go of Baz with a shove that caught him off guard as he fell face first to the ground as he groaned and touched his own swollen lips. I found myself aware that he was as flushed as I had ever been.
On impulse, I rushed out of the classroom grabbing the textbook, but leaving my pens behind— I didn't care, I had an extra supply in our room— Behind me everyone was looking at us strangely.
How could I have let myself get carried away so easily?
Besides, I allowed myself to confide in a person who was none other than Baz himself.
Penny followed me all the way. I didn't want to see her or Agatha. Or anyone else.
I slipped into a restroom belonging to the auxiliary staff and the strength in my legs left me, succumbing in solitude on the wall farthest from the door.
"Holy Shit."
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Baz
I found Simon's attitude after our kiss a bit disappointing.
The damned kisser is a better kisser than I expected. Because he practices every day, I've even lost count of how many grabs he's had with WellBelove.
When he came out of the classroom like a projectile, it did nothing but remind me where I was on the chessboard.
My role is to be the enemy and that kiss had been a comic scene in my tragicomedy. Like the kiss between Sasuke and Naruto in the first episode— I kept watching after my half-sister grabbed the anime on TV one day when I had to babysit her.
I stood up pretending to be indifferent. The teacher watched me with a half gaping mouth, until she sat back down at her teacher's desk. I sat back down in my seat next to Niall's asshole. He didn't dare say anything to me, good dog, intimidated by the grim look I made use of.
The doll was still on top of my desk, headed for Snow's desk, I made a pout with my lips and smashed it against the table.
At least I could give myself a few moments of the deep sadness I was hiding in my being, couldn't I?
At least I could, for one day, not hide all the anger and impotence I felt. No one was going to reproach me for a single word— they wouldn't dare try.
Professor Spells, who is little more than a full-fledged charlatan concluded the class and called me to stay and talk to her. Without understanding why, I was the victim of Simon's outbursts— although I somehow provoked them.
I ignored her and walked out of the classroom slamming the door loudly, scaring some students who were passing by outside. I have more interesting things to think about.
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Penelope
Let's summarize.
Simon had kissed another boy.
Simon kissed Baz. Although I was the least interested in that stupid situation.
I was yelling at him outside the bathroom, but Simon wouldn't say a word. I'm sure he thought locking himself in the bathroom would save him from seeing his roommate's house for the time being. But I was starting to get tired of just standing there doing nothing.
I knew Simon well enough to know that he was now feeling fear. Because he's acting just like he did in second year, after being attacked by some trolls, he went straight to the bathroom with his legs shaking and sobbing so much that his face was all wet. Déjà vu, because I, too, had to wait for his five minutes outside the bathroom to pass.
"There's no place like home, " I uttered.
The door opened under my nose. And I stepped inside the bathroom with Simon. He was in a strange posture sitting in the corner of the toilet. My job as best friend now was to give him a few slaps to get him to react the fuck-up.
Simon was drowning in a glass of water. Only me had seen them give each other that very… special kiss.
Because the smoke enveloped them both, and I could tell them apart thanks to my proximity to the scene. Anyway, it had been hard for me to notice. Then the smoke vanished along with the sound of Baz's body falling to the floor.
"It's all in the textbook. That's because you never study it." " A thick fog envelops the person affected by the curse and the wizard who performed the spell. The smoke remains for as long as the kiss lasts, which is proportional to the time it takes to vanish. Unless some strong movement happens."
I read textually, showing him the illustration. Simon looked like a scared cat. The kiss lasted a little over ten seconds, but the smoke that covered the moment melted away just as Baz executed that strong move.
I crinkled my nose. Simon even watched it with his own eyes. What a little time it had taken for the fog to clear when Baz kissed his own doll. I couldn't believe how quickly things were forgotten.
His face changed and he gave me a hug. Relieved, he stared at the floor tiles. I could do nothing but repeat to myself that the wizarding world was lost if it depended on Simon alone.
But he had me. And that meant we had a fivefold chance of victory.
"No one else saw them. Just me and barely, it's time to change my glasses," I mentioned. " Besides, Baz's fall is going to cover up the long kissing time pretty well."
That's when I remembered what I read in the library between my fits of study. I didn't quite remember in which book I found that information. After that one, I had studied many others more completely.
"Don't make that face, Penny," Simon, who was washing his face, asked me, looking at me through the mirror, "Whenever you make that face, it's because you found something not quite right."
It was true. Because that meant a particularly important detail.
"What do you think so much?"
"I forgot something in the classroom, for chasing you like a little boy" It was a half lie, I left my hair tie on my table "I'm going to look for it, see you later Simon" I smoothed my skirt and got ready to leave the bathroom, but without before I couldn't leave without making one last comment "It seems that Baz is not a bad kisser."
I winked and left the bathroom. Some first-grade boys watched me leave, I gave them a signal to disperse, and they obeyed me, laughing among themselves.
I resumed my walk to the classroom. I was partly looking for Agatha, who must surely be hiding somewhere.
As I entered the room, Professor Spells, seated at the teacher's desk, noticed my return. She was tidying up some papers and, quite possibly, preparing for the next class. My hair tie was still intact on top of my desk, and I took the opportunity to put away the feathers Simon had forgotten, to give them to her later.
"Professor," I called her attention, "If I'm not mistaken, there are two ways to undo this spell, right?"
Miss Spells remained thinking and after a few seconds, which seemed eternal to me, she nodded, I was waiting for her to continue.
"The first one is with a spell taught in eighth grade," I paused, I remembered that Premal used it when I was twelve, and he turned his ex-girlfriend into a toad. And the second one with a true love kiss" The kiss didn't work, that's why she became my brother's ex-girlfriend.
"You have studied well young lady Bunce" She removed her glasses, making me realize that she was a very pretty woman. "I never thought the kiss would work; I had my wand ready. I just wanted to give them a shock."
"See you next class, Miss Spells."
"Take care, sweetheart."
I left the classroom with no more doubts in my head and even more determined than before.
I was going to find Agatha, even if it meant my life. She's my friend and I couldn't stand her having an inconvenient time because of that pair of retarded, hormonal and obsessed with each other. Of course, I had to find her before Simon did.
I knew that very few were aware of this valuable information. Which not even the teacher mentioned. She was also waiting for the kiss not to work, to explain to us the use of the spell, it would be the ideal moment. I wonder if she had already considered that one of us would turn one of our classmates into a toad.
I found myself convinced that Agatha hadn't studied for that class either.
Because neither of us ever heeded my warnings. Until things like this happen.
I think maybe I should use this spell on Micah when I see him.
You know. Just in case.
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Baz
There were four occasions when Simon and I saw each other again after that class and, on all four occasions, I passed by avoiding making any of my clever comments because, to be honest, I wasn't in the mood.
Chances are, if it had been Simon's turn to kiss anyone else, it would have been the right time to tease me for a while.
Niall was trying to keep up with me, so I wasn't giving him the moment to laugh at him either. I have made it clear to him on previous occasions, in a roundabout way, that only I can hurt Snow's feelings. But the fool is persistent.
There's something that hasn't left my mind for quite a while now.
That kiss shouldn't have worked.
But it did.
A kiss of true and perpetual love. It was what I remembered hearing once, my Aunt Fiona told me, I still don't know if it was necessary for both to be in the same pitiful condition or just one was enough.
In any case, I wished to murder the wizard who created such a vomitous spell as that one was.
During the nineteenth century, the year in which it became popular, a plague of talking toads began to spread in the streets, many normal people were committed to psychiatric institutions because of hearing voices coming from them. It was all the fault of the sorcerers whose love was not enough to break the curse.
The Coven was given the prime necessity to create an enchantment capable of reversing the effects of the curse. And since it was created by professionals, the effect of the spell is so powerful that it is usually taught in the later years and well above ( Heal, heal, the ass of the frog.)
That is, it is of the most powerful kind of spells in existence, of the children's song categories.
I was sure the teacher was prepared to use it after the kiss made us look like fools in front of the whole room.
It wasn't necessary. Thankfully my prayers were answered, I would hate to feel the magic of that stupid on my body, for sure her magic is just as disgusting as the incense with which she impregnates the entire classroom before every class.
But did that mean that Simon felt the same way I did?
Or am I so desperate that my love is worth two? If that were the answer, it would do nothing more than fuel the tragedy, explain one thing or another, and break my heart for good.
When I ran into Simon a fifth time, realizing that this was no longer just a coincidence. Last year it had been the same, following me around like a dog glued to my lapel. I can imagine him with his tail between his legs, ears down, and that regretful face of his.
I must assimilate that eventually the information about the kiss was going to reach the mage's ears. His go-between, if not Simon, would be the teacher. What will my father say when he hears about this? Hearing that his gay son was making out with another bastard during school hours.
And that other bastard was none other than the Chosen One.
Being a sixth year, we had quite a few perks besides not having to wear those stupid sailor hats. We had free afternoons unless you signed up for some extracurricular activity, as was my case, which was on the school soccer team.
I got to the locker room and patiently changed out of my uniform. I hate school sportswear, but it is mandatory. The locker room was empty in its entirety, all the time I made sure in advance to be alone at the time of changing arriving either incredibly early or later than the rest of the team. I was able to tolerate Simon's body in the room, but I didn't know if my body could oversee so many male torsos (considering those beasts are fit) fluttering around me.
As I ran after a ball, I vented all the bewilderment I had pent up inside me. I hit a few of my teammates in the nose and ended up smashing the ball against a tree in the forest. According to the coach, I wasn't in my right mind to continue playing today, so I had to sit on the bench. I'm sure that's what soccer is all about, beating others.
I can't take this kind of humiliation anymore, so I get my water bottle and get out of their taking long steps, I would change my clothes and kill time in the room.
My surprise was to find Simon inside, just like a curious rat.
I tried my best to avoid him, but he wouldn't let me.
"You should be part of the AMB."
Pass by his side, unfamiliar with him.
"How do you do it?"
I raised an eyebrow and examined him. As usual Simon was no longer wearing his school shirt and jacket, instead he was wearing a green sweatshirt with the Watford logo printed on the back. I have the same model, but it's blue, and it's tucked away in the back of my closet accumulating dust.
Crossing my arms, I lean back against one of the pillars. I shrug my shoulders. Sometimes guessing what Simon means is like playing chess with a three-year-old (unless that child is me, of course), a total waste of time.
I cursed not having my wand, just for the security of having it in case of Simon's power eruptions.
"I haven't the remotest idea what you're referring to, Snow."
"I hate that about you" He says, walking around me That you have the resistance to seem so indifferent. That's because you're a vampire, right?"
I tried to connect being a vampire with being gay last year. I can't find a match even to this day.
I chuckle sarcastically replying "Again with the same shit, Snow? It was a simple, disgusting kiss. Get over it."
I enter the combination only I know from the locker and remove my bag. I notice Simon, but it's too late, because he's desperately rummaging through my things, which is useless, since there's nothing in there but the uniform.
"Who gives you permission to go through my things, Simon!" I yell.
He pounces on me, and we both get into a struggle for possession of MY things. I finally manage to get my wand from the side and decide to cast the first spell that comes to mind.
"Handsome prince, into a frog I turn you!"
Just for the pleasure of getting revenge for all the bad times he has put me through.
Simon's little head appeared between my shirts. A frog of yellow color, and blue eyes (More beautiful than the ones he has as a human) (I may want to kiss him, but I don't deny that his eyes seem to me the most boring thing in the world). He had a hundred dots all over his skin, imitating what would be his freckles.
I hold him like a bunny and pinch him just like he did. He twists under my power.
"How does it feel to be so vulnerable, Snow?" I ask gravely.
" Croak! You motherfucker."
"You know what, if you don't behave properly, you become snack food for the sea lions."
Simon's mouth clenched, and he clung to my hand. I gathered my things that had been spread around the place and tucked Simon into the bag on top of the soft clothes.
"If you don't leave the clothes slimy, I won't drown you in there."
I saw him nod, and I closed the zipper just enough to let the air in and at the same time Simon couldn't get out.
I went straight to our room, avoiding as much contact with people as possible. Inside the bag I could hear Simon croaking and cursing at the same time.
As I entered, for some reason the room also detected Simon coming in. I set the bag on top of the desk and unlocked the zipper to let Snow out from inside. After a few seconds of mistrust, he jumped out.
Simon sat on the edge of the desk. Watching with his big eyes as I prepared to get into the shower as soon as possible.
"You can't leave me like this, do something!"
I stopped in the door frame and think about it for a bit. It's not a spell, although with Simon's tone of voice, it could be.
"Ten minutes won't hurt you. I hate sweat, and I'm going to take advantage of the fact that you're showering after me today."
I get into the bathroom with my pajamas clinging to my body. Breathing I tried to calm down, besides, I knew that Snow was locked inside our room, unable to escape in any way.
The window was out of the question. No one would be foolish enough to jump off the top of a tower. And it was clear that Simon would try to open the doorknob that was out of his reach.
When I became a toad. It was as if my magic had vanished. A strange feeling, without being painful. Because I didn't feel like a vampire either. It's a most terrifying experience, noticing how everyone is so much bigger than you, and you're absolute trash.
After ten timed minutes, I walked back into the room with my pajamas on. I didn't bother to dry my hair, more than enough to stop it from dripping.
I was going to bother just a little longer. With the towel draped over my back I sat down at my desk and began to do the simple task of Greek. Simon stood between the notebook and my hand with narrowed eyes. I rested my chin on the palm of my arm questioningly.
I didn't deny that I wanted to burst out laughing.
"Baz!"
I set the feather aside, careful not to get anything smudged.
I could try to use the spell. But I didn't know him well enough to do so, so I dismissed that alternative instantly.
If it were morally right, I would go out in search of some teacher to help us with this problem.
But I am Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. I make my own rules. Besides, taking advantage of the fact that Simon must have no knowledge of enchantment either, I'm not going to waste this opportunity.
I stretched out my hand and Simon climbed up. I put it in front of my mouth and breathed lightly into it.
"Stop… croak! It gets dust in my eyes."
I smiled and then kissed him without further ado.
Without a doubt, kissing Simon was my favorite experience. Unforgettable and addictive.
That fog enveloped us, and I had to move my chair aside to let Simon's transformation take place without much inconvenience (I'm not looking for it to be half-hearted either). The notebooks on top fell off, and I was thankful I had sealed the pot of Chinese ink a moment ago. The wood of the desk wobbled under the weight that was placed on it.
After that it could come loose at any time, but I didn't and if He doesn't break it, I wouldn't make the slightest sign of hesitation.
Simon stayed seated on top of my desk and I got up from my chair to continue kissing him incessantly, in search of more comfort. It was all so fantastic that I could think of nothing but Simon's skillful lips.
I broke away a little just to let the fog disperse through the open window and keep an eye on Simon who rests his hands on the ochre surface to avoid falling backwards.
"Satisfied Snow?"
He bites his lips. Tempting me. At the end he half-smiles and crosses his arms around my neck.
"I think I need to check, again, just in case."
I smile back at him completing the other remaining half. I verify that my fangs are in place, at a size inside the limits. Having Simon's essence so close to my senses, is dangerous and makes me lose my mind.
I kiss him brutally holding him from the neck of the sweatshirt, and he accepts me naturally. I was not interested in anything else; my head was only one person:
Simon.
Applying a little more pressure, Simon hugs my body completely, wrapping his legs around my waist like a snake or a teddy bear. I take advantage of some of my vampiric strength to carry him over to Snow's bed. All this while the two of us were feasting on kisses and caresses.
We would cut off contact for brief moments, to catch our breath. At times Simon was the one impatiently kissing me again and at others I was exerting as much force as possible.
This must be a dream.
However, it is not.
Simon under me produces sounds something like those grunts he makes so much when he is exhausted. I shiver sighing in his ear.
Everything was so hot that the breeze coming through the window was in vain. The worst thing is that I am flammable and touching Simon burns.
Simon's smell permeates my nostrils. Everything smells of him. His bed, the pillow, the walls. It's dazing and makes me want to devour him completely. At a certain point I had to ignore my intentions and manage to contain my own thirst for the blood I crave most on the face of the earth.
But it was complex. He smells like all the things I like best, mint chocolate chip, brownies, cake, chamomile tea and red apple juice. Yes, I have a sweet tooth, but considering my diet is based on low-sugar rat blood, I guess that's normal.
Simon sucks at my favorite things. I despise him so much.
Still, having this kind of fact also gets on my nerves.
I lick his neck and approximate my fangs to the exposed skin surface, it's replete with freckles and moles. Mesmerized. Simon was doing nothing but letting himself be carried away by the incessant playfulness in which we keep each other.
I give a few soft kisses to those places and identify the vein that runs through his neck. It would only be a taste.
"Baz… No" Simon moaned, agitated, and excited. Stirring beneath me, it's all so unreal.
I stop just in time when my teeth graze his appetizing flesh. I sit on top of Simon who is in pain to continue.
He covers his red face with his hands, catching his breath. And I struggle to control myself. I shrink my fangs as much as I can and stare at the room that is supposed to be dark, but to my vision it is clear. I return my pupils to a normal size.
Still, I had a growing thirst.
"Simon no. It's not time yet."
I am aware that if this tug-of-war continued, I was not going to get enough self-control to stop. And every time I drink, I don't stop until the rats are completely dry. I can't do that to Simon, he still has an entire world to save from my malevolent intentions. That makes me sick with impotence, because I've wanted Simon for years and when I have him in my clutches, I can't get him.
I get up staggering from the bed and when I was about to escape from the room Simon holds my wrist ready to not let me take a single step more.
"You think you're going to leave me like this? After all the gay shit we did . At least stay…a while longer."
My insides roar and my canines begin to descend for the thousandth time. Hopefully, I have three minutes before I lose control completely.
"I'll be right back, I promise," I look at him and decide to analyze him from head to toe, "So I give you time to take care of… that," I point to his crotch and Simon looks like he wants to die. "Your friend needs you, Chosen One."
I leave with a seductive grimace and go down to the basement in search of some rats. I am hungry for them.
Besides, I don't regret leaving him wanting either— I don't usually get horny if I don't drink blood beforehand— Being my second personal revenge, this one was just for making me think he'd never feel anything for me.
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Simón
When Baz opened the door to the room again, I didn't pay him the slightest attention. Although he looked recomposed, and his eyes were sparkling again.
I took a cold shower to calm my enthusiasm. I thought about many things, including how mean I was for doing this to Agatha on the same day she gave me my favorite chocolates.
When I finished showering, I ate a couple of chocolates which made me feel much worse than before. They are still tasty. A good, sweet treat is not to be despised.
I reached for a random magazine and threw myself on the bed to read it. It was about soccer and there was a full report about the past match between Germany and Sweden, two teams that were total trash. But I read it anyway, because I had nothing better to do, I wasn't going to get into studying, and I didn't want to go out looking for Baz either.
As soon as he sneaks inside the first thing, he does is cast one of those cleaning spells to pick up the mess we had made, and I didn't bother to pick up. (He's the one who is always in charge of keeping things in order) All the objects flew over and settled where they were going.
The maniac.
I am furious, and I'm sure he (Baz) knows it too.
He once told me when I got angry to do it somewhere else and not in the room. Because it was impregnated with a heavy air full of magic that was then almost impossible to remove from the curtains.
Baz was looking at the floor, but I don't think he was sorry either.
He brushes my shoulder and snatches the magazine out of my hands. Achieving his goal; stealing my attention. He put the magazine away, leaving it on the bedside table and turned on the lamp placed on top of it. At the same time, he uttered the right words so that the main light in the room was turned off. Giving a cozy atmosphere to the whole room.
I sighed and moved aside. He tries to lie down next to me, but it was impossible, considering we were both just over six feet tall and the beds would hopefully support one of us.
We just sat on the edge.
I reached out my hand finding Baz's hand. I began to examine it as if it were the most precious thing. Baz has the whitest hands I have ever seen, his fingers are long, slender and like his entire figure elegant. I could just make out a little dried blood on the tip of her index finger.
Baz rested his head on my shoulder. I didn't move. It wasn't uncomfortable at all, and that reassurance meant I could feel good. It was the first time he didn't feel on constant alert at Baz's side.
I like it when nothing too important happens. Calm nights because I always get to fight something that is out of my reach.
Normality in the outline of what it means to be a mage is something ambiguous and complicated to explain.
"Whenever you want, I'll turn you into a toad" Baz whispers to me.
"Don't talk, I'm still mad at you" I answer smiling.
"Actually, I should be, you know?" I just keep thinking that his hair tickles me "All my plans to finish you off before graduation just went down the drain."
I end up interlacing our hands and pull my head back. I push Baz so that he is lying on my bed, but with his legs still curled up.
Baz laughs again, and I'm not clear why I'm joining him.
"You're a vampire. I'm sure."
He rolls his eyes and stays in profile toward me.
"What does it matter if I am or not? I'd be in the mood for you anyway, Simon."
I look at him with a pout "Is that a yes?"
"That's it; you're an asshole, hard head."
I like talking to him like that. It's relaxing and gives me enough time to inspect his face. He has thin lips and long eyelashes.
"Is it enough for you that we stay like this? Like stupid people in love?"
He throws a pillow at her which she catches before hitting her in the face.
"At no time did I say I was in love with you" I reply.
"By Crowley, Snow! If you weren't so in love with me, you would never have been able to return me to my normal form, and vice versa."
"I mean, there was a chance you'd have stayed a toad for all eternity Damn it I missed my golden opportunity!"
Baz shakes his head. "There's a spell, the teacher intended to embarrass us and then fix the problem herself. It backfired on her."
He closes his eyes and I settle down on my back. Baz puts his hands in my arms, he is enjoying himself because he's smiling more than I've ever seen him.
He gives me soft kisses on the back of my neck.
"Hey which one of us is the princess in this story?" I ask. Baz doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about "There's a story from normal, popular. It's about a prince who turned into a toad and the only way to fix it was for the princess to give him a kiss."
"Did they live happily ever after?" He questions. I turn around to cuddle much better. It's nice.
"Yes, it's always like that."
He approves my words, tying up tight loose ends.
"That's the important thing now, Simon. That we have our own; happily, ever after."
That prick Baz always manages to get the last word on everything.
It annoys me because this time I couldn't agree with him more.
THE END
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Hi, I hope you liked this one-shot I wrote last year for Valentine's Day.
This is a little exercise I wanted to try to translate a fic of mine into English (because I am a Spanish speaker) So any suggestion or comment about English grammar, is welcome and appreciated.
Now I'm going to put the note I put last year about the idea of this fic. Thank you very much!
Writing a SnowBaz fanfic because I don't care about them.
This idea came to my head after rereading the book. They always manage to make me fall in love more.
The writing style I'm trying to use is inspired by the book. I'm not used to writing in first person, but embodying Baz and Simon was an amazing experience.
Valentine's Day Special. I wanted to bring something for the dates, and this couple deserves a little more Fanfiction content on the platform.
Happy Valentine's Day and friendship. Remember that the chocolates are discounted, so that, like me, you can buy a few cheap ones and eat them while watching a good movie.
THE_MACHINE.
