Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

carry on simon

"Baz, jeg ikke kødder."

"If you don't stop talking Norwegian to me, I'll kill you."

"Unnskyld."

"Snow, you know I don't know what that means." Baz tried to keep a straight face but laughed anyway.

"I know you don't," Simon smiled, "but seriously, you have to watch Skam with me, it's the best show."

"It's a Norwegian show, that you stop everything to watch."

"That's because it comes out in real time! I have to drop everything when a clip comes out. You have to watch it, you would love season 3, you would love Isak." Simon slumped down next to Baz on the couch, and Baz immediately reached up to run his fingers through his curls.

"If you make dinner tonight, then I'll watch this Norwegian show of yours," he hummed, "Deal?"

Simon sighed, but smiled at his boyfriend, "Deal."

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"Baz, dinner is ready and I'm putting the first episode of Skam on!" Simon hollered from his sitting position in front of his computer, which was connected to the tv with an HDMI cord, "So get in here because you have to read subtitles!"

"Stop yelling Snow, I'm right here," Baz huffed out a laugh as he strolled into the room, "What are we having for dinner?"

"Spaghetti."

"Can you make anything else?"

"Don't be ungrateful," Simon said cheerfully, "And yes I can, I can make garlic bread... which I did, so." Simon pushed himself into a standing position and began to walk past Baz, into the kitchen, but paused in the doorway, "Wait... can you eat garlic?"

"Shut up Snow." Baz laughed, and rolled his eyes, slumping onto the couch.

Simon's raucous laugh bounced off the tiles as he walked into the kitchen and began to serve up the food, "Just checking!" He cheekily called through to Baz.

"Okay, here you go," Simon said, passing Baz his bowl of spaghetti, and sitting down next to him on the couch, settling down so he was comfortable, "Are you ready?"

"To read a bunch of subtitles? Probably not."

"Baz! Take this seriously, you'll like it, okay?"

"Okay, Snow," Baz leant over to give a rare kiss to Simon, dropping his lips quickly onto his temple, "I'm ready then."

Simon blushed slightly, always enamoured with Baz whenever he gave him unexpected affection. "Okay then, let's start SKAM."

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"I think you owe me an apology," Simon whispered into the dark room, looking up at his boyfriend from his place in his lap. Baz's face was illuminated only by the tv, and Simon watched as the colours danced on his skin, bouncing off his features, and Simon began to smile.

Baz shushed him quickly, his eyes trained onto the tv, before they flitted down quickly to land on Simon's face, "Yeah okay, I'm sorry, you were right, this is incredible."

"That's what I thought."

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The pair had been watching SKAM for hours, the living room darkening around them. They only took breaks to read corresponding texts and Instagram posts, making sure to relive the live viewing experience. At one break Baz had gotten up to make tea for the two and they had debated about favourite characters, ("You'll like Isak eventually okay, he's a bit of a snake now, but weren't we all?" "I was never a snake, Snow." "Baz, you tried to push me down the stairs." "That's the only way I could express my feelings." "You're ridiculous.")

"I like Noora," Baz spoke as he set the tea down on the table in front of them, "And Eva... And Sana... and Chris."

"So literally all the girls except for Vilde?"

"I like Vilde too, I just want to shake her sometimes. But she reminds me of me in high school."

"How so?"

"Because you can tell she's struggling with something, at least I think she is," Baz sighed, "And most kids are, you know? They don't know how to deal with shit so it manifests in ignorance and self-doubt, and that's Vilde to a tee."

"And you were struggling with stuff?"

Baz fixed his steely gaze onto Simon, his brows furrowed," Simon, I'm a gay vampire. Of course, I was struggling with some shit."

Simon laughed, "I suppose that's true," he reached across and grabbed Baz's hand, absentmindedly playing with his fingers. "I always forget that you were struggling at Watford, you were so confident, so cocky, so arrogant."

"Gotta save face somehow, right? I was a mess, still am. Just like you were, just like all teenagers are," Baz laughed, "except maybe Bunce, she's always had it together."

The two boys laughed together, "She really has, hasn't she?"

The tv had turned dark in the moments they had been talking, the light from the kitchen the only thing illuminating their apartment. Simon could see Baz in the light, his face lit up with varying shapes, as his cheekbones were dipped in shadow, his eyelashes casting a noticeable shadow on his cheeks everytime he blinked. Simon felt a pull in his stomach as he watched his boyfriend (and the word boyfriend couldn't even describe what Baz was to Simon, it felt too childish, too simplistic, it didn't carry with it the weight of the feelings he felt).

Baz could still see Simon (his vampire vision was always a bonus in moments like this), and he relished in staring at him, as he always had. Their nights spent in their room at Watford felt so far away, Baz couldn't even reconcile that it had been them, all the bickering, the longing looks when Simon couldn't see, the nights he spent memorising his face because he thought he would eventually have to stop seeing it. How had they come to this point? Doing something so mundane as talking about a tv show while they ate a dinner they had cooked, not fearing for their lives, or worrying about the next inevitable battle. Of course, the World of Mages hadn't disappeared, there would always be magicians, always be issues around their world and the Normal's world, but for once Simon wasn't at the epicentre, and Baz didn't have to feel like he was constantly circling him, worry dripping from every point in his body.

Their world was at peace, for the moment, and Baz and Simon had earned this mundanity.

"So... next episode?"

Baz laughed as Simon got up to wake up his computer, and as the tv was re-illuminated, Baz could see Simon in the light, and he smiled at his boyfriend, this boy who had been his fucking sun for so long and felt nothing but content. "Definitely, next episode. Go on, carry on, Simon."

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Okay, this felt like some random ending, but it wasn't I promise, I will be here to write about Snowbaz for a long time to come I would imagine. But I hadn't felt inspired for so long, so this needed to have closure, this part that had been staring me in the face from my drafts for so long.

Anyway, I really love Skam and love Snowbaz, and I know that Simon and Baz would love Skam so this is that union, fully explored by me, a loyal fangirl of both.

Thank you for reading, and please leave some sort of comment about what you liked (or what you didn't) and any and ALL recommendations or requests you have for future instalments in this lil book. Thank you thank you thank you. (ALSO this book recently hit 4k reads like what the FUCK I'm so happy.)