𝗦𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

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Umm trigger warning- blood but it's not too bad tbh, suicide is low key mentioned-

SPOILER ALERT: also I know im spoiling it but not a bad ending.

Anyway I WOULD BE LESS DEPRESSED IF YALL VOTE AND COMMENT!

Also, happy new year!

thank paige_turner_  for the early update-

Also, unedited- don't kill me in ur dreams okay. . Also I got tired in the middle, I-

Also, I'll make up for this shitty Ch with nice fluff later prømise-

Smut alert~

VOTE FOR CROWLEY'S SAKE <3

Simon's POV

He's still a staircase behind me when I reach. (Despite being faster than any other living creature.) I wait outside our door for him. He finally reaches up, and somehow within the span of a mere minute he has a cigarette between his lips. Typical.

              "You're flammable," I chuckle, knowing that it won't make a difference to him. . But memories of him laying deathly still on the floor of the Catacombs surrounded by suffocating smoke arise in my mind. His attempt at suicide has clearly left me more scarred though, since he hasn't stopped playing with fire or smoking for that matter.

               "So is everything," he whispers over the cigarette with a low husky voice, bending to blow rings of smoke on my face with a smirk. He's so close, I can see the dark circles under his eyes, long eyelashes casting shadows on his sharp cheekbones. Fuck, he looks good.  I can't help but slip a hand into his hair, fluffing the softest strands. I hold his face close as he inhales and pulls the cigarette away from his pretty pink lips. . I growl at him, wanting to wipe the smirk off his face as his continues huffing smoke at me.

               "Are you sure you wanna keep doing that, boo?" I threaten, my lips curling.

               "My apologies, Chosen, these puffs of smoke are the only kind of rings I'm giving you. . ," he says, challenging me. He holds the cigarette closer in his hand, the flaming little circlet of orange glowing nearer his snowy skin.

               "Baz." I inhale sharply. "Let go of the cigarette, now."

                I set my jaw, to let him know I mean it, because the fear is already bubbling in my throat. I'm too scared to snatch it away from him though because he's faster and he might react too quick. . There's a chance he could accidentally light himself.

               "Why, Chosen?" He taunts, as if he isn't as flammable as flash paper. My guts wrench in horror as I try to figure out how to get the flame away. .

               "Baz, fucking hell! Drop it right now!" I yell, staring him down even though he's taller than me.

               My mind races but the only spell I can think of is "Into thin Air!" With my stupid magick I'm more likely to make Baz disappear and not the cigarette—how bloody convenient. Begging seems to be my only option, but even that might not work. .

                I do flare my magick however, in hopes of scaring Baz into listening. Even I can feel waves of strangely potent magick around us, as if my power is roaring to life and taking up more matter, growing denser and heavier in the air.

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