Snowbaz one shots!

Claiming what's mine

The snow fell in soft flurries outside, blanketing the world in white. Inside, the warmth of the library offered a peaceful contrast. Simon Snow sat at a table in the far corner, flipping through an ancient book on magical creatures. His fingers dragged across the pages, but his attention was elsewhere. Specifically, it was on Baz.

Baz, his boyfriend, was perched on a high-backed armchair by the window, an effortlessly cool expression on his face as he skimmed through his own book. He looked perfect, as always, with his dark hair tousled just so and his sharp, calculating eyes scanning the text. Simon felt a protective tug in his chest whenever he looked at Baz, as if the vampire were his and no one else's.

That feeling grew stronger when a voice broke the quiet of the library.

"Fancy seeing you here, Baz."

Simon looked up, his eyes narrowing. Standing at the entrance to the library was a tall, lanky boy with shaggy brown hair and a grin that reeked of mischief. Simon didn't know him by name, but the way he was eyeing Baz made his hackles rise.

Baz glanced up at the sound of his name. His lips curled into a slow, almost bored smile. "Do I know you?" he asked, voice smooth as ever, but with a hint of disdain.

The boy laughed, stepping closer to Baz. "Not yet. I'm Finn. I've seen you around, but you've never bothered to introduce yourself." He leaned a little closer, almost too close for Simon's liking, his gaze lingering on Baz's lips. "But I've been thinking, we should get to know each other. You seem... interesting."

Simon's jaw clenched as Finn dropped into the chair opposite Baz, his eyes still trained on the vampire, as if Simon didn't exist. The thought of anyone flirting with Baz—his Baz—made his blood simmer. He had to bite his lip to stop the growl from escaping. The protective instinct inside him was rising, almost demanding that he do something.

Baz didn't seem to be fazed at all. He closed his book with a soft snap, his gaze flicking to Simon for a brief moment before turning back to Finn. "I don't think I'm the type of person you want to get to know."

Finn laughed again, clearly undeterred. "Don't be so modest, mate. You're exactly my type."

Simon's heart thudded in his chest, the jealousy now impossible to ignore. He gripped the edge of the table, fists tightening. He hated feeling this way. He hated how easily this random guy was trying to get under Baz's skin. The worst part? Baz didn't even seem bothered.

"Well, I don't think you understand," Baz said, his voice suddenly cold, calculating. "You've got the wrong impression. I'm not interested in you. At all."

Finn shrugged, unbothered. "Come on, Baz. No need to be so harsh. You're not going to tell me you're all taken, are you?"

The way Finn's eyes flickered toward Simon made Simon's blood run cold. Finn might as well have been challenging him.

And that was it. The protective Simon—the one who hated seeing other people eyeing Baz, the one who could never stand it when people didn't respect what he had—pushed all his reservations aside.

Simon stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor in a loud screech. He walked over to Baz's side, standing so close to him that his shoulder brushed against the vampire's. He caught Baz's eye, a subtle reassurance there—before Simon turned his gaze back to Finn, his jaw set and his hands clenched into fists.

"You don't know who you're messing with," Simon said, his voice low, threatening. "Baz is mine. And if you don't respect that, you'll regret it."

Finn raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in Simon's demeanor. He straightened up, the confident smirk slipping from his face. "Whoa, mate, no need to get all possessive. I was just trying to have a conversation."

Simon stepped forward, leaning in slightly, his eyes never leaving Finn's. "I don't care what you were trying to do. Just stay away from him." His voice was a warning now, dangerous and sharp. "You're not welcome here."

The silence that followed was thick. Finn seemed to realize, for the first time, that he wasn't going to win this one. He gave a tight smile, his hands raised in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright. No need to get all aggressive." He stood up slowly, backing off. "I'll take the hint."

As soon as Finn left, Baz let out a soft sigh, though Simon could tell it wasn't from irritation. He turned to face him, his sharp eyes softened. "You didn't have to do that, Snow."

"I know," Simon said, voice softening as he looked at Baz, the tension in his chest finally ebbing away. "But I don't like other people eyeing what's mine."

Baz's lips twitched upward, an amused glint in his eyes. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Simon muttered, his face flushing. "I get a little protective over you, I guess."

Baz reached up, cupping Simon's cheek, his thumb brushing against the skin as he leaned in closer. "Well, I'm yours, aren't I?"

Simon nodded, his heart stuttering for a moment as he met Baz's gaze. "Yeah. And you're mine, too."

A soft, teasing smile played across Baz's lips. "Good. Because I don't think I could handle anyone else flirting with me like that."

Simon chuckled softly, the protective edge fading away as Baz leaned in to kiss him. He lost himself in the kiss, knowing that, in that moment, the only thing that mattered was them.

And no one—no one—could take that away from him.