SnowBaz Oneshots

We Will Both Be Happy

Okay So I Wanted To Make A Sleepy Simon, Because Who Doesn't Like A Sleepy Simon? In My Story, Sleepy Simon Gets Curious. Bye!

     --Me

*Penelope's POV*

"I didn't know he was trying to shake my hand!" Simon yells defensively. He was telling us, Basilton and myself, about how he met a guy at the coffee house and accidentally gave him money thinking he was homeless. Instead it was just a guy who wanted to shake his hand to greet him. "If he wanted money, Simon, he would've asked for it. What did he even look like?" I tease. Simon's face goes red and he mutters, "He was wearing black dress pants and a blue button up shirt." Basil and I burst into laughs at his confession. Between giggles Basil asks, "And you didn't think that 'oh this is a fine dressed man who doesn't even look homeless?'" Simon folds his arms and pouts. I burst out laughing again, trying very hard not to wet myself, and say apologetically, "Look it's great that you tried to give money to someone who needed it, but you should probably check and see if they even need it first." Baz nods in agreement, and Simon just huffs. "Aww, don't be like that." I coo as I pat his head like a child and head for my room. "Where are you going?" Simon asks as he notices I'm leaving. "It's 1:45 a.m. I have classes tomorrow, I am going to bed. I would say you should do the same, but I know for fact that you wouldn't listen, so it's pointless in trying. Goodnight!" I yell back as I shut the door. I hear muffled good nights come through the door. I smile and crawl in bed to try and sleep enough to stay awake in uni tomorrow.

*Baz's POV*

"I think we should go to bed too" I say as Bunce tells us the time. Simon frowns as whines, "But I'm not," he yawns then blinks slowly before continuing, "not tired." He says with a sleepily smile. I smile back at his defiantly tired, and yet still gorgeous, face. He pouts and shakes his head like a child. I laugh and pick him up in my arms, "You may not be tired, Love, but we are at least going to our bedroom so we don't keep Bunce up with the light out here." He wraps his arms around my neck and buries his head in the crook of my neck. "Her name is Penny. Or Penelope. Not 'Bunce'. Plus, if I go to bed now, she wins. I won't keep up my reputation of not listening to her." He mumbles.
I laugh at his argument, but continue to the bedroom. "Simon, Bunce always wins. This time won't be any different." He doesn't respond. I manage to open the door, very awkwardly since I'm still carrying Simon, and lay him on the bed. I crawl in next to him, turn out the lights, and expect to fall asleep fast, I've been wanting to go to bed for a while now. I just had to let Simon finish his story. Just as my eyes start to droop, Simon rolls me over and starts asking me question. I guess I'm not falling asleep fast, I should never have thought I would when I sleep in the same bed as Simon Snow. "Hey, Baz? Are you asleep?" I nod my head, but he still pokes my shoulder rather hard. "I'm awake, Love. What is it?" I see him smile, and almost lean in to kiss it off his wonderful, yet now annoying, mouth. Luckily, I am able to control myself. "Can I ask you something?" I sigh and decide that if he wants to keep me up, I get to annoy him just as much. "You just did. Now let's go to sleep." I roll over again, but as always Simon won't let me go that easily and rolls me back over to him. "Not what I meant, Darling." He says with a bop to my nose. I try scowling at him; however, I remember that he wouldn't be able to see it, so I just stare at him waiting for him to ask whatever he wanted to ask. "What were you like before you were a vampire?" He voices sweetly. My breath hitches in my throat, my heart skips way too many beats, and I don't know how to answer him. He knows I was turned when I was little, and that my mother died trying to save me from the invading vampires at Watford, but I never gave him any other details. I never want to. The story of how I am what I am today is a long depressing story, and I never want Simon, or anyone, to see that part of me. When I don't answer he gripes around the bed till he finds my hand and takes it in his. He gives it a reassuring squeeze and waits till I'm ready to answer him. While I don't think I'll ever be ready to tell him, I think now would be the best time. He is half asleep and probably won't recall it in the morning. "I was very small when I was turned. I don't even remember myself all that well, but Aunt Fiona has told me stories. She said I used to be a 'fun-loving spirit'. That I laughed and smiled and played with my mother all the time. Although she said I was a very outgoing child, she also said I loved magic. That if there was anytime to practice, I would practice. Whether it be small spells like Open Sesame or bigger ones like Clean Up, Clean Up, Clean Up. Apparently Mother and I would go around Watford's campus and she would conjure up rats or squirrels and she would let me spell them away. I have a few memories of those times. Not all that much, though." I finish quietly with tears building in my eyes. "Shh, it's okay, Darling." Simon says when he notices the change in my mood. He kisses my lips gently, barely even a kiss really, and asks, "What did it feel like?" I chuckle at his curiousness. And his unknowingness. "It hurt. It was the worst physical pain I have ever felt. Imagine a vacuum slowly sucking the life from your body. That is what is feels like. It's like a draining of your soul, per se. I don't know how long it lasted, it seemed like centuries. The pain overtakes your mind until that is all you can think about." I feel the bed dip as Simon moves to cuddle up against me. I wrap my arms around his warm body and inhale the scent that is Simon. "You are so strong. If it's that painful, and I know it is since you wouldn't lie to me, then you are amazing strong. Merlin, you are more than strong, but I don't know a word that fits you. Brave, maybe. Powerful, yeah, you are powerful, Darling." Simon says with a long yawn. I smile into his hair, and feel his breath even out and hear his heartbeat slow into a steady rhythm. Somehow telling him makes me feel better. It wasn't that I was keeping it from him, but telling him lifted a weight on my I didn't know I was holding. I'm glad the weight is gone, I'm glad that Simon knows. I want to tell him everything, I will tell him everything. I know I will be happy to tell him, and that he will be glad to hear. Then, we will both be happy.