I'm not sure what to do but snot is getting all over my face so I press the handkerchief gently to it to try and stifle it. It's soft and smells like Baz . . . it's nice. I don't know what to say and for a moment I feel guilty for dirtying the nice clean fabric but then I remember who it belongs to. Yet he's being so nice I don't want to be a jerk.
"I'm sorry, I'm a mess" I say cringing at how bunged up I sound
"I don't mind." He says
I don't mind? What the hell Baz, did I hear that right?
"I brought you some breakfast." He continues, casually casting a "Some like it hot " on two plates of food. The food doesn't start to smoke, I'm jealous once again of his ability. But more than that I'm confused. Baz. Baz Pitch. Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch brough me, his arch enemy, breakfast?
Did the Mage ask him to, he doesn't look annoyed like he's doing work he doesn't want to in fact he's focusing very hard on carrying a plate over. As he walks closer I can smell it even through my clogged up nose.
All my favourite foods:
Beans
Toast
Eggs
Sausage
Bacon
And scones a pile of sour cherry scones.
Basilton Grimm-Pitch brought me scones, I feel a bit light headed then I the room goes black.
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❄️You Feel A Little Warm Love | Snowbaz
FanfictionSimon Snow gets a cold and a horrifying fever hallucination helps him realise that he doesn't hate Baz as much as he thought he did. Baz just wants his crush to feel better. Fluff, but first some angst then fluff so much fluff. Alternating P.O.Vs Ba...
