Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

love is a battlefield

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hahahahhaah that title, I love that song so much, couldn't resist making it the title

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"Simon, watch out!"

Baz's voice was wrought with terror, even as he spun to escape the swing of an axe that was arching through the air towards him.

Since the defeat of the Humdrum, battles like this were few and far between, but no less terrifying than they had been before. Baz's worries were still the same, with the exception of one, he no longer worried that the Humdrum would finally take Simon from the world, he no longer worried that the battle would result in a dead spot of magic; but he still worried that Simon would be taken from him, that anyone he cared about would be gone, that he would be gone.

"Baz!" Simon's voice left his body in a breathless gasp as he ran to his side, briefly bringing his hand to Baz's and squeezing, before he turned raised his sword, and swung at the thing running towards them.

This particular battle was against a new threat, something the magical world hadn't seen before; things that resembled goblins, that had obviously died and come back. Their eyes were vacant and blue-tinged, a pale blue film covered their vision and blood dripped from their open mouths. But death had only made them smarter, made them better fighters than their alive counterparts.

Baz and Simon were lethal on the battlefield like they'd always been, with Baz whirling his wand around, letting verbal and nonverbal spells spin from its tip and cut his enemies, protect his friends and help those who needed. His eyes were constantly scanning, constantly assessing, and having Simon by his side protected him from having to constantly keep him in his thoughts and sights, his body heat gave him peace of mind.
Even without magic, Simon was still lethal when facing an army. He hadn't lost the ability to use a sword with skill, and his wings afforded him the ability to be anywhere he needed to be, quickly. If anything, being without magic was only annoying because the battle would've been over much earlier if he had been able to simply 'go off' like he used to.

"You okay?"

"Worry about yourself, Snow."

"Well sorry for caring," Simon laughed, even as he felt sweat drip down his forehead. Fighting without magic exhausted him, but at least he didn't have to worry about controlling himself from flattening the landscape around him with his magic.

This battle made Baz and Simon, although they didn't know it, think of the same thing; one of the most memorable times they'd been against a common enemy, and the way they had come together to make it go away. When the Humdrum had sent a dragon to Watford, Simon had given power to Baz when he needed it, and it had tied them in a way they hadn't felt tied to each other before.

This battle was different, Simon couldn't give Baz his magic because he had nothing to give. But Baz was different too, stronger almost, and this time he didn't need to send away the goblins, to spare them like he did the dragon, he just wanted them dead.

"Hey Snow, after this, you, me and a nice candlelit dinner?"

Simon laughed at his statement, not at all surprised by Baz's level-headed demeanour, he could use magic in his sleep, and still, wake up looking completely content.

"You'll have to try harder than that, Basil," Simon paused to swing hard, decapitating a goblin in one swift movement.

Baz caught Simon's eye over the fallen goblin and dropped one eyelid in a quick wink, "I really don't think that's true, you're pretty easy."

Simon scoffed, "I disagree," he lunged forward to plunge his sword through the sternum of an approaching goblin, "you're the one that loved me from the moment the Crucible cast us together, so I think you're the easy one."

"Don't throw my declarations of love back to me, Snow, it won't end well for you."

Simon laughed, and pushed a blood-covered hair through his hair, making it stick slightly back, even though several curls still threatened to fall back into his eyes. Baz paused after killing an approaching goblin to marvel at Simon, at the way he could still take his breath away with red and black streaks of fresh and dry blood covering his face and hair. Some golden shards of his hair shone through and burned brightly in the fading light; all the blood and muck and dirt couldn't dull the smile Simon shot to Baz and it definitely couldn't dull the way it made his heart skip just one beat too many.

Simon, oblivious to the way Baz was studying him, spun to slice through a goblins arm, sending it arching through the air, and then he separated it's screaming head from its body. "You know what I was thinking about?"

Baz arched his eyebrows in question, even though Simon could barely see the action (they were both a little preoccupied.)
"The dragon at Watford."

"You mean when I used you like a PowerPoint? And saved an innocent dragon and probably the entire school from your magic?"

"Yeah, sure," Simon laughed, "if that's how you want to put it."

Baz hummed his thoughts once again on that event at Watford. If he concentrated, he could still remember what Simon's magic had felt like when he pushed it onto him, allowing Baz to tap into magic he hadn't felt before. He remembered how it had left him feeling like he'd been electroshocked for two days afterwards. How he had wondered how Simon walked around with that magic constantly inside of him.

Baz preferred Simon like this, sword-wielding and unruly, unleashing his fury on enemies in sweeping arches and quick-footed lunges. With magic, he had been uncontrollable, hot-headed, ridiculously stubborn (although Baz supposed he still was). But with a sword, he was so much more controlled, level and in charge. Baz liked him like this, had always liked him like that. 

Baz turned to his boyfriend, as Simon worked to wipe out every goblin in his sight. When the scenery was finally clear of enemies, Simon turned to Baz, his face dirty with muck and grime,  an exhausted but relieved 100-watt smile beaming on his face, and Baz smiled slightly, "So... about that candlelit dinner?" 

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Hello, boys, gals and nonbinary pals! I was so jazzed about the last post I immediately set to write this one! Hopefully, I keep feeling inspired and churn out more and more posts until I'm ready to leave the world of mages behind (which probably won't be for a while).

Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you're having a beautiful life at the moment, and you feel completely content and happy, if not 100% of the time, then at least 80% of the time :-) 

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