SnowBaz Oneshots

What He Agreed To- Epilogue

*Baz's POV*

I hear him tell me to stop, but my vampire part of me takes over. Instead of doing what he asked, I just sink in further, trying to get as much of his blood in me as possible. Only when he screams into my ear to stop, do I realize that he is hurting. I immediately pull back, fangs in, but it was too late. Simon was passed out. "Simon?" I shake his shoulder, but nothing happens. He is stiff as a board and his eyes are shut. "Simon!" I scream pulling him into me. His head lulls to the side and I see two small holes in the side of his neck, blood seeping out. I wipe the blood off with my hand, and, not wanting to, let my mind wonder. 'This worked, it worked. Simon will wake up soon and everything will be okay. It worked.' I chant over and over, it becoming a mantra in my mind.  I hold my Simon, silently crying into his bronze curls, and wait. How do I know it didn't work? How do I know if it did? How long does it take for someone to wake after being turned? I was too young when I was turned to know the answers to any of these questions. "Please Simon, Love, wake up." I whisper into his ear. I don't know if he can here me or not, but as long as he wakes up, I'll be okay. "Please, Love, I need you. Wake up, Love. Wake up." I am still crying and I don't even try to stop. He won't wake up. You drank too much. You just murdered your soulmate. You truly are a monster. He trusted you and you killed him. He wouldn't even have wanted to stay with you if he did wake up. A voice in my head tells me. I try to tell myself I'm wrong, but with every second that passes and Simon doesn't even twitch, I listen to that demanding voice. "I'm sorry, Simon. I'm so sorry." I whisper as I get up, laying him down on the sofa, and go to the bathroom to clean myself off. "I'm so sorry, Love." I whisper to myself as I fall to the floor, sobs racking my body.

  *Simon's POV*

I wake up on the sofa, a blanket thrown over my body. I sit up, trying to figure out what's going on, when everything floods in, drowning me in the memories. The fight between Baz and I. The pain from his fangs sinking in and draining of blood. Me passing out from it. And fuzzy voices outside of my unconscious state telling me to wake up. Where is Baz? Did it work? Am I a vampire? "B-Baz?" I call out into the flat. No one responds. I get up, fall back down into the sofa, and stand back up with more balance this time. I walk around, not sure where I am trying to get to, and that's when I hears quiet sobs coming from the bathroom. I walk to the bathroom, opening the door quietly because I'm not sure why will be on the other side, but before I can even see what's going on in there, I'm falling to the floor with Baz on top of me. "Simon!" He exclaims, kissing me desperately. I'm too shocked to kiss back, and Baz pulls back realizing this. "W-Whats wrong, Darling?" I ask as I see Baz's tear stained face. His smile wavers, but returns quickly. He rolls off of me so I can sit up next to him. "You-you're awake!" I look down, faking surprise, "I am? Why, Basil, I didn't notice." He punches my arm, but kisses me again. This time I am in the right mindset to kiss back. "I-I thought I over did it. I thought you weren't going to wake up. I begged, Merlin and Morgana, I begged for you to A-Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" He asks concerned. "I-I'm alright, but Baz? I heard you. I heard you telling me to wake up. Was I suppose to?" He looks baffled. "Y-You heard that? Did you hear everything?" Was I not supposed to hear it? Did something go wrong? "Why do you mean 'everything'? Is everything alright?" I ask anxiously. He shakes his head and says, "No, maybe, I don't know. I was too young to remember what happened when I was turned. And I kind of said that I needed you." He confessed so softly that I was surprised I could understand what he said. "You need me?" I say with a smirk on my lips. "Shut it, you need me too."

"That I do, Basil. That I do." I say. He smirks and wraps me in his long arms in a huge bear hug. "Baz, you aren't cold." I stare flabbergasted at his arms. "It worked. We are the same temperature now. We truly match." I laugh and kiss his smirking lips. His tongue slips into my mouth and I let it willingly. We pull apart with a sucking sound, "I love you, Darling."

"I adore you, Love." We kiss once more before Baz picks me up into his arms and carries me to our bedroom. We lay side by side and he takes my hands in his, kisses them. Then looks at me. Well at my face to be exact. "So about that whole wanting to be my husband thing. Do you really want to?" I smile brightly and say the honest answer. "Of course I do." He kisses my forehead and I get off the bed, earning a whine from him. I grab the thing I've been holding onto for the last month from the dresser, return and start to get on one knee, "I planned on doing this in a more romantic setting, but it can't wait anymore, Baz. I love you, I more than love you. There isn't a word to describe how I feel for you. Will you marry me, Tryannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch?" I look into his watering eyes and feel tears prick at mine. "Yes! Simon, yes!" He grabs my hand and pulls me onto our bed. He kisses me deeply, and I kiss back just as desperately. I grab his ring finger and slip on the gold band. He looks at it lovingly, then kisses it. "I Love You." He puts magic into the words, which makes my chest rise with love and pride. Though, that could just be because I love this absolute twit, and not have anything to do with his magic. "I love you too, Darling." I love him. He loves me. I can't wait for the rest of our immortal lives. I'm glad he agreed.