Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

fifth year antics

5th year at Watford

"Do you have to constantly hang around me? Your subtlety is non-existent, Snow," Baz's voice rang out in the darkness of the forest, and Simon almost groaned. He had been tailing the other boy for almost an hour, treading gently and side-stepping Baz's line of sight every time he turned around to check behind him... apparently, his efforts had been for nought.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Baz said, casting the spell, a taunting lilt to his voice, and Simon felt himself lurch forward, the spell like a hook sunk into his chest as it pulled him into the moonlight.

Baz sneered, and leant back against on of the bigger trees, his body curved forward to keep his face in the light, "There you are, you prat," Baz's sneer grew, "You thought you were so sly, so clever," his voice hitched up an octave as he began to imitate Simon, "'Oh, he was walking the grounds so nefariously Professor and I just knew he was up to something, that Basil..." Baz laughed mockingly, "Sound about right, Snow?"

"No..." Simon clenched his jaw, "I just wanted to know what you were up to, you've been plotting and looming and off at all hours for weeks now, and still no concise plan seems to have formed," Simon shook his head, "It doesn't really make sense."

"Maybe this was my plan," Baz pushed off the tree and walked over to the other boy slowly, each step imprinting on the crackling leaves, "To lure you here, unsuspecting, and then attack you."

"I don't think so," Simon spoke thoughtfully, thinking his words over, "Anyway, how did you know I was following you?"

Baz almost laughed at the other boy, "You're always following me, Snow. Also, you reek of good intentions and overachieving." 

Simon glowered at Baz, forgetting for a minute that he truly did suspect he was up to something, "I do not smell like that."

"Well, that and smoke. And you really do, you make our room pungent, it's almost unbearable," Baz spoke and continued the thought in his head, 'And intoxicating'. 

Simon swept his curly hair away from where it was sticking to his forehead and shook his head, laughing quietly at Baz, "You're ridiculous."

"Says the one who is meant to the be saviour of Mages, who seems to only spend his time following me around," he smirked, "Now, since you're out here and looking to foil my devious plan," he grinned wickedly, "I should probably give it up for tonight and go back to our room. Also, it wouldn't be wise for the Mage's Heir," he spoke tauntingly, "to be caught out after curfew." 

Simon blushed beside himself, "I'm not... the saviour of Mages."

"You were prophesised," Baz spat, obviously thinking it was a ridiculous notion.

"I didn't ask to be," Simon growled and flushed darker.

"Of course you didn't, Snow," Baz said incredulously, and still remaining to sound cruel and sarcastic, "But you were, weren't you? Classic Simon Snow, never asking for anything, but being handed everything."

"You don't seem so stood down upon Basil," Simon stepped forward, his shoulders squared, "You seem to get everything you want too."

'What would you know Snow, about what I want,' Baz thought, taking in the boys flushed cheeks and the way he shone in the moonlight, and sighed, his heart picking up speed, "You don't know anything, Snow."

"I know you are right about one thing, curfew's approaching, and I'd rather not get stuck out here with you," Simon spoke with disdain, and turned to walk back to the school, his posture tall and sturdy, his jaw set. 

Baz sighed at his disappearing frame, knowing full well the gates had already shut, they were stuck outside for the night. 

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"It's entirely your fault, Basil," Simon threw up his hands in disbelief at the locked gates, "If you hadn't been skulking around, we both wouldn't be locked out right now."

"Come again, Snow," Baz glared at the other boy, "I didn't ask for you to fucking follow me, did I? But no, of course, it's you, so it's everyone's fault but your own. Sorry, your highness," he sunk into a mocking bow and Simon growled from the base of his throat.

"You're an asshole."

"Crowley Snow, you don't say!" Baz said, sarcasm leaking through every word, "I'm sorry, I'm just going to be super happy being stuck out here with you the entire fucking night. I'm sorry my anger is an inconvenience for you, you prat."

Simon swallowed harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down harshly as he searched for words, until he sighed heavily, "Whatever," he said as he sank to the ground, sitting against the gate.

Baz watched him closely, his eyes locked on his throat, and he felt his heart pick up speed at the other boy's frustration, his feelings betraying him, "Giving up, Snow?"

"We're stuck out here, there's no fucking point fighting with you right now," Simon said, his voice sounding desperate and tired. 

"Never stopped us before," Baz spoke under his breath, smiling softly, and Simon caught him, and his eyebrows hitched up.

"Careful, Pitch, you almost sounded fond just then."

"Fuck off, Snow."

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"Stop staring, there's no way around the curfew, and you know it," Simon spoke from his place sitting on the soft grass.

"Your drippy voice isn't helping," Baz shot back, balancing a glare at the other boy and Simon laughed.

"Nothing either of us do is going to help, do you not get that? Just settle in Basil, it's gonna be a long fucking night," Simon rolled his eyes and then closed them and he laid down, his arms folded underneath his head.

Baz stared down at him, allowing his face to finally drop it's hardness and to soften. He breathed in Snow's scent, of smoke (and he really did smell of good intentions, it almost sickened Baz), and watched Snow's rising and falling chest. Even in the paleness of the moon he glinted like gold, and Baz struggled to watch without his eyes stinging at the brightness of him. 
Almost like he felt Baz's eyes on him, Simon cracked one lid open and took in the other boy as Baz cleared his throat and turned away, and Simon smiled. 

Simon sat up and felt something jab him in his right leg, and he felt inside his pocket, "Oh hey, I have an Aero bar, I completely forgot about this," he said, pulling it out of his trouser pocket, "Want half?"

Baz turned back to peer down at him, and he sighed, before settling down next to Simon on the grass. "What kind?"

"Mint."

"That's my favourite," Baz admitted, grudingly.

Simon bumped their shoulders together, before he could think of why he shouldn't, and flashed the other boy a wide, white grin. "Mine, too."

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If you've read Fangirl (which I'm sure you have because it's literally where Simon Snow was born), then you may recognise parts of this from one section that Cath writes, called "Secrets, Stars and Aero Bars." 

I really liked the section and wanted to draw inspiration while also taking whole chunks (such as the last couple of lines where they actually eat the Aero bar) from it. 

Thanks for reading and I hope you liked this arguing/pining chapter :) Be sure to vote and comment something you liked (if you did like it, don't feel pressured.)