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Rose-colored

When Whizzer leans away, Marvin’s lips are bitten rose-colored, matching his insufferable perspective of the world and his role in it.

Marvin initially looks confused at the absence of Whizzer’s mouth, opening his eyes and frowning up at him in a petulant way that most toddlers do when they don’t get their way.

“What’s wrong?” Marvin asks, but really he means Why’d you stop?

Whizzer smiles, running a hand through Marvin’s ruffled hair in a feigned attempt to fix it, “You look cute when you’re disheveled.”

“Cute?” Marvin repeats, disgust in his voice, “I think you meant devastatingly handsome and rugged.”

Whizzer rolls his eyes, “Just take the compliment, Marv.”

Looking at his lover with rose blooms in his eyes, Marvin smiles, causing more red to pool into his lips.

“You know,” Whizzer murmurs, tilting Marvin’s head back with a thumb pressed under his chin, “I wish I was a poet.”

Marvin arches an eyebrow, vaguely exasperated but curious nonetheless, “Why’s that?”

Whizzer touches Marvin’s rose-colored mouth with his fingertips, “Because you deserve to be immortalized, looking like that.”

Simon Snow x Baz Grimm-Pitch  [takes place before these boys get together]

Baz

I’m walking back from the Catacombs when I smell it. The smoke. I can’t see anything in front of me, but I’m sure there’s a fire.

But at Watford? How could this happen in a place where everyone has magic? I don’t worry too much, because someone is probably taking care of it with a spell right now. Except, almost everyone is home for Christmas already. I don’t leave until tomorrow.

And then I feel it - the sucking. Like everything has gone dry.

The Humdrum.

Snow.

I bolt to our building.

And our room is up in flames.

Just our room, though. It’s probably another one of the Humdrum’s attempts on Snow’s life.

I can’t ignore the thumping in my chest, and the surge of anxiety in my stomach. “Snow!” My voice comes out raspy, broken. I try again. “SIMON!”

Simon

It’s everywhere - I’m completely surrounded. And my magic isn’t helping.

The Humdrum must’ve known that my magic feels hot, like static, and that fire is the perfect way to attack me. I’m trying every spell even remotely related to water that I can remember, but I’m coming up short.

My body feels like it’s overheating, and I don’t know how much time I have before I pass out. Finally, I remember one of Penny’s water spells and thrust it at the fire spreading across my bed, but it barely helps.

I’m not strong enough. I can’t control it. My magic. It’s too much.

I’m beginning to feel lightheaded. No one is at school; I might die up here.

Then I hear someone call my name.

Baz

“SIMON!” I yell, even louder than before. “Snow!” There’s a chance he’s not up there, but that’s highly unlikely, compared with the Humdrum’s timing in the past. Besides, Snow was there when I left, scribbling away in a notebook.

I rarely yell, let alone call Snow by his first name. But the words are tumbling off my lips before I can even think. “Simon! Are you up there?”

And then he appears at the window, and my heart drops.

Simon

When I step toward the window, the fire on the banister seems to grow faster, as if it knows I want to touch it. I angle myself to see outside without actually touching anything. That’s when I see Baz.

His cheeks look flushed, and his black hair is disheveled on the top of his head (and it never is). He’s yelling something, but all I can make out is my name. He takes a step closer.

Instinctively, I scream, “Baz, no! You’re flammable!”

Baz

So is he, the blithering idiot.

Simon

“I’m coming up!” he yells, before running toward the doors. 

“BAZ! NO - DON’T!” 

He doesn’t listen.

I know he’s coming up the stairs, even though I can barely hear anything over the hissing and cracking of the fire. I look around at all of my stuff - books, clothes, everything is ruined. Baz’s wardrobe is nearly destroyed.

The door yanks open, and my roommate stands in the doorway, his feet planted firmly in a fighting stance. I immediately try to put out the fire by his feet, but again, I fail.

“Baz,” I say, my voice raspy. “You’re fucking flammable!”

“I’m not just going to let you die up here, Simon!”

Baz

Snow looks at me as if I just spoke a foreign language.

I look him up and down, checking for injuries. His clothes look filthy with soot, and there’s a black smudge on his right cheek. It looks like one of his pant legs had caught on fire and he used a water spell to put it out. And don’t get my started on the mess of hair on his head. “Are you okay?” I ask him.

Snow hesitates, looking me in the eye. The flames around us crackle. He nods before saying, “Yeah.”

I try a few spells on the fire, but it just grows more.

“It’s enchanted, or something!” Snow shouts, over the cracking and my attempted spells. “I can’t figure it out!”

I sigh, and hold out my hand from the doorway. “Snow, do you trust me?”

Simon

Do I trust him? For all I know, Baz could be behind all of this, and his coming up here a trap.

Although, he seems a bit off, like he’s scared.

Baz

He takes forever to answer me.

“Snow! It’s not a fucking math problem!”

Fiercely, he shakes his head, his bronze curls bouncing all over the place. His cheeks are pinker than I’ve ever seen them, probably due to the fire. “Yeah. Yeah. I trust you.”

He looks me in the eye, and takes my hand.

Simon

His hand is (unbelievably, ridiculously) cold. 

Before I can ask what his plan is, Baz is spelling a forcefield bubble around us with his wand. I’ve never seen this done before - not even by Penelope. It blows my mind a little. 

Gripping my hand tightly, Baz leans toward me and whispers, “Okay, don’t let go.”

And then he pulls me through the room, and jumps out the window.

Baz

I didn’t know if that would work. Thank magic it did.

But I wasn’t fucking leaving him there.

Simon

We float down to the floor. It’s unbelievable - like the time Baz jumped off the side of the school building to help me with the dragon. But this time is different.

This time, both of my arms are coiled tightly around his torso.

I don’t let go until we reach the floor. When we do, Baz’s magic forcefield fades away, and so does the fire. I guess it was enchanted to stay alive and growing as long as I was in the room.

My hands are shaking. It feels like my whole body is. This never happens to me. 

Baz pushes a strand of black hair out of his eyes, looking me over. “All right, Snow?”

Baz

He’s trembling.

Taking a long, shaky breath, he meets my eyes and asks, “Why did you save me?”

We’re sitting on the grass. His right knee is touching my left knee. There’s soot under his chin and a black smudge on his cheek. His blue eyes are pouring into mine.

And no words are leaving my mouth.

Without thinking, I scoop his face into my hands and push my lips onto his.

And he feels hot.

I’m fighting fire for a second time.

Simon

Baz kisses me, and it takes me a full minute for me to comprehend what’s happening. Baz is kissing me. I’m kissing Baz.

And I’m not pulling away.

I lean into him. And I stop shaking.

I know this doesn’t line up with the story (and can vampires feel their hearts?) but I had this idea for Simon and Baz and I had to run with it. Just think of it as an alternate story of how these two dweebs realize they’re in love with each other. (I love them dearly, if you couldn’t tell.)

Simon Snow x Baz Grimm-Pitch  [takes place before these boys get together]

Baz

I’m walking back from the Catacombs when I smell it. The smoke. I can’t see anything in front of me, but I’m sure there’s a fire.

But at Watford? How could this happen in a place where everyone has magic? I don’t worry too much, because someone is probably taking care of it with a spell right now. Except, almost everyone is home for Christmas already. I don’t leave until tomorrow.

And then I feel it - the sucking. Like everything has gone dry.

The Humdrum.

Snow.

I bolt to our building.

And our room is up in flames.

Just our room, though. It’s probably another one of the Humdrum’s attempts on Snow’s life.

I can’t ignore the thumping in my chest, and the surge of anxiety in my stomach. “Snow!” My voice comes out raspy, broken. I try again. “SIMON!”

Simon

It’s everywhere - I’m completely surrounded. And my magic isn’t helping.

The Humdrum must’ve known that my magic feels hot, like static, and that fire is the perfect way to attack me. I’m trying every spell even remotely related to water that I can remember, but I’m coming up short.

My body feels like it’s overheating, and I don’t know how much time I have before I pass out. Finally, I remember one of Penny’s water spells and thrust it at the fire spreading across my bed, but it barely helps.

I’m not strong enough. I can’t control it. My magic. It’s too much.

I’m beginning to feel lightheaded. No one is at school; I might die up here.

Then I hear someone call my name.

Baz

“SIMON!” I yell, even louder than before. “Snow!” There’s a chance he’s not up there, but that’s highly unlikely, compared with the Humdrum’s timing in the past. Besides, Snow was there when I left, scribbling away in a notebook.

I rarely yell, let alone call Snow by his first name. But the words are tumbling off my lips before I can even think. “Simon! Are you up there?”

And then he appears at the window, and my heart drops.

Simon

When I step toward the window, the fire on the banister seems to grow faster, as if it knows I want to touch it. I angle myself to see outside without actually touching anything. That’s when I see Baz.

His cheeks look flushed, and his black hair is disheveled on the top of his head (and it never is). He’s yelling something, but all I can make out is my name. He takes a step closer.

Instinctively, I scream, “Baz, no! You’re flammable!”

Baz

So is he, the blithering idiot.

Simon

“I’m coming up!” he yells, before running toward the doors. 

“BAZ! NO - DON’T!” 

He doesn’t listen.

I know he’s coming up the stairs, even though I can barely hear anything over the hissing and cracking of the fire. I look around at all of my stuff - books, clothes, everything is ruined. Baz’s wardrobe is nearly destroyed.

The door yanks open, and my roommate stands in the doorway, his feet planted firmly in a fighting stance. I immediately try to put out the fire by his feet, but again, I fail.

“Baz,” I say, my voice raspy. “You’re fucking flammable!”

“I’m not just going to let you die up here, Simon!”

Baz

Snow looks at me as if I just spoke a foreign language.

I look him up and down, checking for injuries. His clothes look filthy with soot, and there’s a black smudge on his right cheek. It looks like one of his pant legs had caught on fire and he used a water spell to put it out. And don’t get my started on the mess of hair on his head. “Are you okay?” I ask him.

Snow hesitates, looking me in the eye. The flames around us crackle. He nods before saying, “Yeah.”

I try a few spells on the fire, but it just grows more.

“It’s enchanted, or something!” Snow shouts, over the cracking and my attempted spells. “I can’t figure it out!”

I sigh, and hold out my hand from the doorway. “Snow, do you trust me?”

Simon

Do I trust him? For all I know, Baz could be behind all of this, and his coming up here a trap.

Although, he seems a bit off, like he’s scared.

Baz

He takes forever to answer me.

“Snow! It’s not a fucking math problem!”

Fiercely, he shakes his head, his bronze curls bouncing all over the place. His cheeks are pinker than I’ve ever seen them, probably due to the fire. “Yeah. Yeah. I trust you.”

He looks me in the eye, and takes my hand.

Simon

His hand is (unbelievably, ridiculously) cold. 

Before I can ask what his plan is, Baz is spelling a forcefield bubble around us with his wand. I’ve never seen this done before - not even by Penelope. It blows my mind a little. 

Gripping my hand tightly, Baz leans toward me and whispers, “Okay, don’t let go.”

And then he pulls me through the room, and jumps out the window.

Baz

I didn’t know if that would work. Thank magic it did.

But I wasn’t fucking leaving him there.

Simon

We float down to the floor. It’s unbelievable - like the time Baz jumped off the side of the school building to help me with the dragon. But this time is different.

This time, both of my arms are coiled tightly around his torso.

I don’t let go until we reach the floor. When we do, Baz’s magic forcefield fades away, and so does the fire. I guess it was enchanted to stay alive and growing as long as I was in the room.

My hands are shaking. It feels like my whole body is. This never happens to me. 

Baz pushes a strand of black hair out of his eyes, looking me over. “All right, Snow?”

Baz

He’s trembling.

Taking a long, shaky breath, he meets my eyes and asks, “Why did you save me?”

We’re sitting on the grass. His right knee is touching my left knee. There’s soot under his chin and a black smudge on his cheek. His blue eyes are pouring into mine.

And no words are leaving my mouth.

Without thinking, I scoop his face into my hands and push my lips onto his.

And he feels hot.

I’m fighting fire for a second time.

Simon

Baz kisses me, and it takes me a full minute for me to comprehend what’s happening. Baz is kissing me. I’m kissing Baz.

And I’m not pulling away.

I lean into him. And I stop shaking.

I know this doesn’t line up with the story (and can vampires feel their hearts?) but I had this idea for Simon and Baz and I had to run with it. Just think of it as an alternate story of how these two dweebs realize they’re in love with each other. (I love them dearly, if you couldn’t tell.)

Imagine Adam proposing to Ronan in the middle of the frozen foods aisle, while they’re arguing over what ice cream to get.

Ronan’s counting the pros of butter pecan with his fingers and Adam’s undeniably attracted to the slew of colorful words that are unnecessary, but not out of the ordinary for his boyfriend. The moment is so domestic and Adam just proposes.

He doesn’t get down on one knee, he doesn’t try for anything overly romantic. He simply says:

“Let’s get married.”

Ronan pauses, his hand on the handle of the freezer door. He turns, stares, and then fishes his cellphone out of his back pocket.

“Right now?” Ronan looks at the time.

Adam exhales and grins.

“Right now.”

“I’ll text Gansey,” Ronan is all sharp smiles. “But we’re getting the butter pecan, right? Consider it a wedding gift.”

length: 1.2k

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none

simon gets his sandwiches and snowbaz goes stargazing

a/n: thank you to @bazwearsjeans for the beta!! and to @andonewillbringhisfall for organizing the leavers ball!! (sorry this is late lol) from now until july 31st i will be posting every wednesday so track the tag #egfics to see new fics ^__^

Simon

Baz finally got us some sandwiches. Well, he got me some sandwiches. He’d sat and talked with Cook Pritchard while I’d scarfed down about four. I suspect he didn’t want to eat in front of her; I understand all of that now. I understand Baz now. Well, as much as he’ll let me. Which is more than he used to, really. It helps that I pay attention; that I think about him. Not that I didn’t think about him before, I just think differently now. About him. About us.

Once Baz had decided I’d eaten enough, he’d bid Cook Pritchard good night and all but dragged me out the door and onto the Great Lawn. Which is where we are now. The Great Lawn. Stretched out under the stars, lying side by side. I can feel my wings digging into my back, but I barely notice as Baz takes my hand and rests it over his heart. I can feel it thumping steadily under my hand, a familiar feeling. Whenever we’ve shared a bed–which isn’t often–I like to sleep with my ear to his chest. He laughs at me for it, but it’s soothing. He’s soothing. It’s strange to think that.

My hand is rising and falling as with every breath Baz takes, and I feel it hitch when I start to move my hand. Just slowly–down and up–barely reaching his stomach. When my fingers finally brush across his ab muscles, they’re tense, like he’s preparing for an attack. “Someone could walk out,” he whispers, and I laugh.

“Haven’t I established that I don’t care?”

Baz just shakes his head and smiles indulgently. His smile grows wider when I roll over until I’ve nearly got him pinned underneath me. Baz’s hair is slicked back, but a piece has fallen out. It makes me want to free all the strands, so I do. He grunts in surprise as I slide my fingers through his silky hair, loving the way it feels in my hands. I tug gently, and Baz’s eyes widen. I do it, and grin when he groans.

Baz

“Snow,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, “what are you doing?” Instead of answering, he ducks his head down and slams his mouth into mine. It’s just as much of an assault as before, but I’m used to it by now. I’m not used to this side of Snow, though. Tonight he’s clingy, all roving hands and cheeky smiles. I’m not sure what’s changed, but I’m bloody well not going to question it, now am I?

Snow lets go of my hair and brushes his fingers past my neck. They’re warm, as usual, and the difference in temperature makes me gasp. He takes advantage of my open mouth, shoving his tongue into my mouth and catching me by surprise. (Good surprise. Always a good surprise.) He tastes a bit like roast beef, and instead of being a turn off, it just makes my mouth water. I’m so hungry.

I put my hands on Snow’s chest and shove, hard. Instead of rolling off me, he just sits up on his knees, towering above me with a knee on either side of my thighs. I can barely see him in the moonlight, but his hair is tousled and his lips look kiss-swollen. He’s panting heavily and I want nothing more than to grab him by the collar and pull him back down to me, except I’m afraid.

“What the hell, Baz?” Simon asks, trying to catch his breath. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. I don’t want to admit I’m afraid of hurting him. I try to subtly run my tongue along my teeth, hoping Simon won’t notice. That would be even more of a buzzkill. I don’t feel my fangs, I don’t even feel them beginning to pop out, and now I feel a bit silly. How Simon notices my faint flush in the dark, I have no idea, but he reaches out and strokes my cheek softly.

“You aren’t going to hurt me.” He sounds so certain that I almost want to believe him. Maybe I do believe him.

“Snow…” I say. “Simon…” But I don’t get to finish, because his lips are on mine and somehow his hands have made it to the collar of my shirt. His fingers linger at the top button.

“Is this okay?” I nod. Normally I would chastise him for getting my suit dirty, but it’s like something strange has come over me. Simon revealing his insecurities broke open something inside of me, something soft and delicate that I don’t recognise. Something that apparently wants my boyfriend to undress me right here on the Great Lawn.

As if reading my mind, Simon snorts. “I don’t want to get you starkers. Just–” He unbuttons the top two buttons and drops his head, kissing, and sucking at my neck until it feels like I’m melting. One of his hands slips back into my hair, and the other one starts to sneak down my chest until his fingers begin to creep under the hem of my shirt.

Crowley, is this what dying feels like? Every nerve in my body is on fire; Snow is attacking from all sides and I’m completely helpless under him. I’m convinced this is all I can bear when he starts grinding against my thigh. My hips jolt, nearly throwing him off of me, and then everything stops. The hands. The kissing. The grinding.

I groan. “Why did you stop?”

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks, sounding nervous.

“Merlin, yes,” I exhale. Simon still looks nervous, and his eyes keep darting in the direction of the ball. The one that’ll be ending soon. Oh. Oh. “We don’t have to keep going,” I say, trying to hide the regret in my words. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t be daft. Of course I want to keep going…just…shouldn’t we be getting back? Won’t people be wondering where we are?”

“No,” I say, thinking of my bed back in our old room; of all my old fantasies. Of pressing Simon into the mattress. “No, I have a better Idea.”

Simon

Baz’s voice promises something exciting, and the hand on my waist keeps dipping lower and lower. It brushes my arse, and I stiffen, but he’s only reaching for my tail. “So you don’t trip,” he murmurs, smooth as silk. Bullshit, I want to say back, but I’m too intrigued to argue. I let him guide me across the lawn, trying to hide how nervous I am. Where is he taking me? I must seem worried, because he stops walking.

Or maybe it’s because we’re here. In front of Mummer’s House. “Baz?” I ask, and he smirks at me. It starts to falter when I don’t answer back, and his hand drops from my back.

“We don’t have to,” he says apologetically, “I just thought…”

“I know,” I say, reaching for him, grabbing his upper arms and stroking them soothingly. “I know,” I repeat, “and it’s okay. I want to.”

He looks up at this, squints as he studies my face to gauge whether I’m serious. I am. I hadn’t thought I’d want to go back to our old room, but now that I’m here, it sounds perfect. I let my arms drop as I wait for his answer.

“Okay,” Baz says, sounding relieved. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go then.” He smiles as I take his outstretched hand, and we climb the stairs. Together, for the first time ever.

“Like what you see, Parrish?” 

Adam hadn’t realized that Ronan was watching him too. He gives in, letting himself have this, and sits up to beckon Ronan over. He motions to Ronan’s collar where his tie hangs undone.

“Come ‘ere aond let me fix this for you.” 

Ronan walks onto the low bed on his knees until he’s just next to Adam and Adam can put his hands on him. He fixes the tie neatly, just like he does his uniform every day, and smoothes it down Ronan’s chest, letting his palms take in the warmth and solidity of Ronan beneath them.