Snowbaz one shots!

Uninvited

The night air was crisp, sharp with the scent of snow as it swirled around the courtyard of Watford. Inside the castle, the common room was warm, alive with laughter and the crackling of the fireplace. Simon Snow sat on one of the couches, flicking through a book on elemental magic, though his mind was nowhere near the words on the pages. He was too distracted by the sound of voices and the warmth of Baz's presence across the room.

Baz, as usual, looked untouchable, perched at the far end of the room, one leg draped over the armrest of a chair, reading a book with a bored air. His dark hair fell effortlessly into his eyes, and the pale skin of his neck seemed to glow under the low light, tempting anyone with a pulse to stare. Simon's eyes, however, stayed glued to the vampire's sharp profile.

The rest of the common room chatter faded as a voice cut through the noise.

"Hey, Baz," came a smooth, confident tone.

Simon's gaze snapped up to see a guy he didn't recognize approaching Baz. He was tall, with tousled brown hair and a mischievous grin—someone who clearly thought too highly of himself. Simon felt a twinge of unease in his chest.

Baz didn't immediately respond. He simply raised an eyebrow and continued to turn the page of his book, clearly uninterested.

"Didn't expect to find you here," the stranger continued, leaning against the back of Baz's chair. "But now that I've found you, I think we should have a chat."

Simon's grip on his book tightened. He could feel the blood rushing to his face as the guy got even closer to Baz. A flash of something dark twisted in Simon's gut, but he couldn't look away.

Baz didn't even flinch. His gaze remained cool, distant, but Simon could see the subtle tension in his posture. Baz wasn't interested in this guy. He wasn't interested in anyone else, and he had no reason to entertain this.

Simon had no intention of waiting and watching from a distance. He stood up abruptly, the floor creaking under his boots as he marched over.

"What's going on here?" Simon's voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding.

The stranger looked up at Simon, his grin widening as if Simon's interruption was part of the game. "Oh, just saying hi to Baz here. Didn't think you'd mind."

"I do mind," Simon shot back, his eyes narrowing. The protective instinct surged in him, fiercer than he expected. This wasn't some casual interaction; this guy was leaning too far into Baz's space, practically hovering over him. "Why don't you take a step back?"

The stranger chuckled, unfazed. "What's the matter, Snow? Getting jealous? Don't worry, Baz doesn't belong to you."

Simon's hands balled into fists. Every fiber of his being screamed to defend Baz, to make it clear to this arrogant guy that Baz wasn't a prize to be claimed, and Simon wasn't going to let anyone else lay a hand on him.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Simon said, voice tight, barely controlled. "Baz is mine. You don't get to flirt with him."

The guy raised his hands in mock surrender, but there was still that stupid grin plastered across his face. "It's not flirting if he's into it, right, Baz?"

Simon's heart skipped a beat, his stomach sinking as he turned to Baz for confirmation. But Baz was staring at the guy with that same bored expression. And then, something Simon didn't expect happened.

Baz tilted his head slightly, as if considering the situation with an air of calm indifference. "You're right," Baz said, his voice low, casual. "I don't belong to anyone." His gaze flickered to Simon, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I am not interested in you."

Simon's chest tightened with something dark—jealousy, anger, frustration. Baz's tone was cool and dismissive, yet Simon still couldn't quite push the unease away. His protective instincts were almost overwhelming, but Baz's words kept him grounded. He wasn't here to fight for dominance; he was here because he cared.

The stranger looked slightly deflated, but he wasn't backing down. "I was just having a laugh, man. No harm in that." He turned back to Baz. "But seriously, if you change your mind—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Simon stepped forward, closing the space between them. "You need to leave," Simon said through clenched teeth. His voice had dropped to a warning growl, a final line that couldn't be crossed.

The guy blinked at Simon, confused for a moment, but the intensity in Simon's eyes was enough to make him take a step back, the grin fading from his face. "Alright, alright, no need to get territorial," he muttered, clearly annoyed but not willing to take things further. "I'll leave you two alone."

The guy shuffled off with a huff, and Simon watched him go, still seething. He didn't like the way his heart was pounding, didn't like the way his chest ached. He'd always hated feeling jealous, hated the insecurity that crept in when someone else showed interest in Baz.

As soon as the stranger was out of earshot, Simon exhaled sharply, turning back to Baz. The vampire was still sitting in the same position, book open in his lap, but Simon could see the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth—almost like he was hiding a smile.

"Are you always so protective?" Baz asked, his tone teasing, though there was a glint of something warm in his eyes.

Simon's face flushed, both from embarrassment and lingering frustration. "I don't like people trying to make a move on you," he admitted, quieter now, stepping closer to Baz. "I don't like them getting in your space. You're mine, Baz."

Baz's eyes softened, and for a moment, the teasing smile slipped away entirely. He set his book down on the armrest of the chair and reached for Simon's hand, his fingers cool against Simon's warm skin.

"I know," Baz said, his voice a gentle hum. "And you're mine, too."

Simon's heart calmed at the words, at the way Baz's hand fit perfectly with his. The possessiveness that had flared up inside him settled into something softer, more certain.

"I just don't want anyone else thinking they can have you," Simon muttered, his face still flushed.

Baz chuckled, pulling Simon closer until their lips almost brushed. "I'm not going anywhere, Simon," he whispered, just before kissing him. "And no one else gets to have me."

As Simon kissed him back, all the anger, the jealousy, the frustration, seemed to melt away. The world outside the common room, the ridiculous guy who had dared to flirt with Baz, all faded into the background. In that moment, there was only Baz—and Simon was never letting him go.

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Sorry I did another jealousy one but it's super fun to write Simon getting overprotective :D

-Zeph 0~0