SnowBaz Oneshots

No Place We'd Rather Be

Okay Guys....This Part Is Very Angsty. It Mentions Rape And Self Hatred. If You Don't Want To Read This, It's Okay With Me. I Just Had A Dream About This And Needed To Write It! Tell Me If You Like It (Or Not)! Bye!

     --Me

*Baz's POV*

Sometimes I can hate uni, and other times it's like my safe haven. Today it decided to be a decent, not bad but not great, day. And that is perfectly acceptable with me. I walk home at a more than even pace, ready to see my adorable boyfriend, and a smile creeps its way onto my face as I think of him. Somehow it still amazes me how he is my boyfriend. However, to me, he is more than my boyfriend. He is my soulmate. My true love. Whatever other cheesy name you can think of, that is what he is to me. I love him. I love him way more than I should, but I still do. I can't help it. I get to put building, and head straight for the lift. I press level 7 and hear the slow Beep Beep Beep as the lift goes up to our level. Finally, the door opens and I step down the hall till I reach the faded white door, with a gold 61 indicating that it is our flat. After unlocking the door, taking off my coat and shoes, I notice that the flat is completely quiet, which is very uncommon. Simon is always making a mess, or at least coming to greet me when I get come. What's going on? "Simon? Hello?" I call out, my voice echoing in the flat. Was there something planned? I've been known to miss a dream before, but I don't remember Simon, or Bunce, saying anything about going out tonight. Sometimes Simon wants to meet up with her, as if seeing her in the day, almost everyday, isnt enough time with her. All the lights are out, only the setting sun slipping through the curtain giving me enough lighting to at least see where I am going. I check the kitchen, but he isn't there. I check the bathroom, but not a living thing is inside. I already checked the living room (speaking as when you walk into the flat, you are already in the living room), so the only place left is the bedroom. I get to the door and hear quiet sobbing some from the other side. Worry overcomes me and I burst the door down, literally. Thank Merlin Open Sesame was invented. The lights are off, and all I can see is a bundle on the far corner of the messed up bed. 'That's unusual' I think as I see the blankets and pillows. 'We always make the bed in the morning so it's ready at night.' I notice the bundle tremor, and walk cautiously towards it. It whimpers and I see bronze curls bounce out of the blanket's folds. "Simon?" I say as I sit down next to the bundle that is my boyfriend. He only breaks into a loud sob and curls tighter into a ball. "What's wrong, Love? What is it?" I take away the blanket, having to jerk it from his grasp, and pull him into my lap. "I-I d-didn't mean-mean t-to." He chokes out. What in the world is he talking about? I try to pull away and look at his face, but he grabs my shirt and keeps himself attached to me so I can't move away. "Simon, what are you talking about?" My question only makes him sob harder and cling onto me tighter. I hold him tighter too, and comfort him as much as I can. I'm still not good with comforting and reassuring people. "Shh, it's okay, Love. Shh, its okay." I say into his curls. He shakes his head and stutters, "I-It's not o-okay. N-Not o-kay-y, B-Baz." Once again, I try to pull away to look at my hurt life-I mean boyfriend. And again, Simon wraps his arms around me to keep me close. "What's not okay? Love, talk to me." He, again, shakes his head. "I can't help until I know whys going on. Now, why are you crying?" I say gently yet sternly. I wait for what seems like hours until he finally nods his head and says, "I-I w-went for-for a walk t-to get s-some, some c-coffee and-and." He is interrupted by his own wailing. Tears stream down his red face, I can feel them soak my shirt, and his mouth opens to let out a loud heart wrenching sob. "Shh, take your time. It's okay, I'm listening." I soothe him. "W-When I-I-I got h-home, I-I didn't-didn't know. I-I'm so-so so sorry, B-Baz. I-I didn't didn't know." This time he lets me pull back enough to look at him. I pull his chin up to make him look me in the eyes, but he closes them and prevents me. "Simon, Love, look at me. Tell me what happened. I want to help you. Just tell me, Love. It will be okay." He opens his eyes slowly, blinking and letting even more tears trail down his face. I look deeply into his dull blue eyes and wait till he explains what is going on. He doesn't. He just continues looking in my eyes, tears rolling out of his, and him panting, trying to breathe through his tears. I won't be the first to talk, he has to explain to me what in the world of mages is going on. He looks away suddenly and curls back up into me. For a second I think he is going to avoid saying anything, but he finally takes a deep, shaky breath and continues with telling me what he 'didn't know'. "I-I came in, t-then h-he blindfolded me. I-I couldn't see w-who it-it was. I thought-I thought it was you. That y-you got home early." The more he talks, the more his voice evens out and he is able to speak correctly. With a minimal amount of stuttering. "H-He dragged me to o-our bedroom. To here. I-I went along with it. I-I still thought it was you and you were just-umm-wanting to have fun. B-But then h-he pushed me onto the-the bed, and-and I knew that you wouldn't do that. I k-kept asking what you were doing. Then-then he told me, he told me 'Don't worry, I am much better at this than your so-called boyfriend.' I-I couldn't stop, couldn't stop him. He was a lot stronger than-than me. He took off my clothes. All my clothes. He-He tied me to the bed. I couldn't move, Baz. I couldn't move. He kept telling me that I would enjoy myself. It hurt. He wouldn't stop. I begged-begged for him to stop. It hurt. It hurt so much. He said-he told me 'I am going to make you feel amazing. So amazing that you will forget about my boyfriend that you don't deserve.' Baz, he kept going. And going. He stayed here for hours. Every time he got tired, h-he would leave me in here and come back when he 'was ready'. He came and went as he pleased. It hurt every time. I passed out, and-and when I woke up he was gone and I was in these clothes." He finishes. Anger boils inside of me.
Simon, My Simon, was raped. I'll kill him. I'll find whoever did this to him and murder him. "I'm so sorry, Baz. I-I  cheated on you. He-he was right. I don't deserve you. I'm sorry." I hear a broken voice say. Simon snuggles into my chest and pulls me back to reality. "No. Simon, this was not your fault. You deserve everything! He was wrong, Love." Simon shakes his head, his curls rubbing my chin softly, "He was right, Baz. I am a Normal. I have no magic in me. I don't have a job. I'm just a waste of space. I couldn't even fight back from someone taking me over! You should be with someone that is like you. That has magic, that can't drive you crazy like I do. That can fight anything thrown at him. That isn't me." He whispers. I can't speak. I can't even think. Simon is amazing, and bloody horrific rapist poisoned his mind enough for him to think otherwise. "Simon," I say as sternly as possible, "Don't talk like that. Don't even think like that. I love you! It doesn't matter that you don't have magic because that never mattered. You aren't a Normal, you are the bloody Chosen One. None of what happened was even the tiniest bit your fault. You are an amazing person, who I love entirely. Simon, please believe me. I love you, more than you could ever realize." I hug him tighter, trying to keep my soulmate as close to me as possible. He starts sobbing again, and now I know why. "Baz, you should be mad at me. Aleister Crowley, I cheated on you!" He wails into my now soaked chest. "No, Love. You didn't cheat on me. You were raped. You didn't choose to be with another person. He was a bloody faggot that should never have even thought about you, let alone touch you. I'm not mad, and will never be mad at you for this. You are my true love, my soulmate, my only reason why I'm still alive. I Love You." His body unconsciously relaxes at the magic in my words. "How are you so amazing? You are my everything, too. I couldn't live without you here. Baz, Darling, can we discuss this later? I-I just want to be here with you. I want to forget everything that happened today. Please?" I kiss him slowly and desperately, making us both forget the awful thoughts in our minds. "Let's go to the living room. I don't want to be in this bloody room anymore." I state as I break the kiss and pick up my life force to carry him to the other room. I lay him on the couch and crawl up next to him to cuddle. "I love you, Darling." He says as we drift off to sleep. I smile into his hair and whisper back, "I adore you, Love." We fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms. And there is no place in the entire universe we would rather be.

If This Relates To You An Anyway, Baz Is Right. No Matter What. Love you! Bye!

     --Me