SnowBaz Oneshots

Definitely

*Basilton's POV*

"Please, Father. Listen. Simon is my soulmate. I know you don't believe I that, but I do. I love him. Father, I want my family to be in my life, but I'm not going to break up with Simon for that to happen. I hope you want me in your life, at least as your only son. Please, Father. Just let Simon and I come over for Thanksgiving. Mother said I was invited, but in not going without Simon." I declare over the cellphone. Even after 3 years, my father still loathes Simon. At first Simon tried to do anything to please my father: paying his half of the rent, offering to watch my siblings when my parents had business to attend to, even offering to clean house even though he had maids. Nothing worked. My father still despises my boyfriend. Eventually Simon gave up, coming to the conclusion that no matter what he does, and has done, my father would never accept him. There was even a brief few days of Simon thinking that breaking up would be the best option. He had said if we broke up, I would be part of my family more, and he wouldn't feel rejected every time an event came up and my father declined our requests of Simon coming. I was quick to stop him from the idiotic thoughts. He complained that he didn't want me to choose him or his family, especially since I said I would always choose him, but I didn't care. I still would choose him. Every single time. "Basilton, this boy is everything you don't need! He is the son of The Mage! He destroyed my house, and dozens of others! He doesn't even have magic anymore! Basil, he isn't allowed in this house. I won't have him destroying this one too, or poisoning the thoughts of your siblings, as he has obviously done to you. You can come over for Thanksgiving dinner, but leave that bloody prick behind." My father seethes on the other line. Anger fills me and creates a lump in my throat. "Don't speak of Simon that way. Firstly, he might be The Mage's son, but he is also the one who killed him. Secondly, he didn't mean to create a hole over our old home, and he has done his fair share to make up for it. And he sacrificed his magic to save all of us. He gave up what little he had so we would all be safe and still have magic. There is absolutely no reason for you to hate him, Father. Like I said, I want to be part of your life, along with my siblings' lives, but I will not stop seeing Simon to do so. I hope you change your mind about him never being allowed in your home, because if that is the case, you will never see your son again. If you want me, Father, you have to take him too." I growl. I don't wait for him to respond before hanging up the call and slamming my cell on the table in front of me. I know I will regret speaking to my father like that later, but all I can think about is how rude he is to my love, and all the horrible comments he made to Simon. I love my father, but he needs to know when to be protective, when to be stubborn, and when to be accepting. And now is the perfect time to be accepting. I sigh and pull my legs up to my chest on the couch. 'Why can't my father get along with my boyfriend? None of the rest of my family has a single issue with Simon, just my father. I don't want to loose either one of them...' My mind thinks. I drop my head on my knees and try to forget about the whole conversation with Malcolm Grimm.

I must have fallen asleep because I awake to the sound of someone knocking on the front door. I feel my face scrunch up in confusion. 'Who is knocking at my door at 20:00 on a Thursday?' My mind questions. I get up as I hear the knocking again, although more forceful this time. I unlock the door and open it to find out who it is, only to be greeted by my love. "Baz! Finally! I thought you'd never answer the bloody door. I was getting worried." He says with a relieved smile as he walks in, placing a quick kiss on my cheek. "Hello, Love. Why the knocking? This IS your flat too, you have a key." I tease as I go to sit with him on the couch. As soon as I touch the cushion, Simon pulls me down and cuddles into me. His golden curls rub on my face, not that I mind, and I wrap my arms around his warm body. "I forgot my keys this morning when I left for work. Figured since you had the day off, you'd let me in afterwards. Apparently I was wrong speaking as when I got here, 25 minutes ago, I had to wait forever for you to open the door. Seriously, I thought you died while I was gone. I was truly getting worried." He explains. I laugh and ask him how his day went. "Well, you know what happened this morning. Nothing really interesting happened at work to- oh! Guess what! I got a call from my boss on the way home and she told me I don't work on Thanksgiving because she is heading out of town with her family! That means we will can have a dinner together, since Penny is going to visit Micah's family for Thanksgiving. What do you think? Thanksgiving for two?" He rejoiced. I almost smile, getting ready to say how happy I am, but remember the phone call I had with my father. My face must have given away my feelings because Simon cups my cheek in his hand and asks, "What's wrong, Darling?" I nuzzle into his warmth and try to explain, in the least rudest way to Simon, what my father told me. "I called my father to see if he had Thanksgiving plans, which of course he did. My mother had called a few hours before and told me about his annual dinner and that I was invited. But she never mentioned you. When I talked to Father, asking if you were invited too, he did what he has always done: he said no, but in the worst way possible. I just don't understand it, Love. You've literally saved his life, and his family's lives, but he still despises you. I don't want to loose my family, I want them all, including Father, in my life. But I want you in my life, too. No other members of my family hate you. Merlin, Mordelia loves you! It's just my homophobic, stubborn father." I complain. Simon slowly nods along, because he knows how my father thinks of him. And I hate that. I hate that my father hates my boyfriend. I feel strong arms wrap around my neck and pull me into Simon's lap. I throw my arms over his shoulders and dig my face into his collarbone. 'I thought that the worst part of my life would be getting Simon, not trying to keep him.' My mind bellows. "Darling, if you want to go to your father's for Thanksgiving, I'm not going to stop you. You want to be in your family's life, as you should, and I'm okay with having my own Thanksgiving dinner while you are over there. I've spent many holidays on my own, Basil, I can do it again if it means you get to spend more time with your family." Simon states. His words only make me want to cry. It hurts me to know that he had to spend all of his holidays when he was young on his own, or in homes that didn't truly care for him. He deserves to spend holidays with the people he loves, and the people who love him back. And yet, he is still willing to spend Thanksgiving alone so I can see my family. "No, Simon. I'm not letting you spend Thanksgiving all by yourself. The holiday is meant o be spent with the people who you care about, and the people who care about you." I try to declare, but Simon interjects. "And I'm not letting you pick me over your own family! I don't mean to play the orphan card, but I'm going to. I didn't have a family all my life, Baz. I didn't have a choice whether I wanted to spend Thanksgiving, or any holiday, with them because they weren't there. I'm not going to let you choose me over them. Trust me, it's torture not having a family in your life. Yes, I have one now with you and Penny, but I know what it is like to not have one. Please, at least for my sake, go have Thanksgiving dinner with your father, and step-mother, and all your siblings." Simon instructs more than begs. For a split second, I think about agreeing with him. Going to have dinner at my father's house, then coming back the next day to Simon. Then my mind comes to reason. I imagine Simon here, at home, all by himself. Most likely watching some nonsense movie while eating leftovers from the night before. I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't go and have a wonderful night away while he sits alone not enjoying how Thanksgiving is suppose to be celebrated. "No. I can't, won't, leave you here on Thanksgiving. Like you said, you are apart of my family. I love you, Simon. I'm not letting you be alone ever, especially on a family holiday." I say, looking straight into his gorgeous eyes so he knows I'm not going I change my mind. "Then what are we going to do, Baz? You can't be here and there at the same time." Simon argues. He lifts one of his eyebrows as if he finally found a pint that I can't argue with. However, he is wrong. 'Maybe, just maybe...' My mind starts to think. "What if you came with me?" I ask Simon. Immediately his body goes rigid and he pushes me an arms-length away to give me an almost horrified look. "Have you lost your bloody mind?! Baz, you know, and I know, how your father feels about me. He literally just told you that I'm never welcome in his house! How do you think he would feel if I came over uninvited? He'd poison me, that's what he would do. He hates me, Baz. It's not going to change any time soon, if ever. Darling, I would love it if I could come with you, but it isn't going to happen." Simon rushes. A part of me knows he is right, but the other part wants to spend Thanksgiving with my love and my family. Together. "Love, listen. I am not going to choose between you and my family. I don't care what my father is going to do, and I know he won't poison you. That's too predictable. I want to spend my holidays with you and with my family. I miss them, but I will miss you too if I went without you. Just come with me! Please? For me? I promise if everything goes terrible, I will never make you come with me again. If everything does go terrible, I won't even go. Just come with me, Love. Please?" I beg him. A look of agreement passes over his face, but it replaced by uneasiness soon enough. "Darling, I-I want to spend Thanksgiving with you too. If going to your fa-father's is the only way to make that happen, I guess I will go. But if I want to leave, I'm going to leave. I'm not going to listen to him insult me all through dinner." He tell me, a stern look on his amazing face. I nod, much too wildly, and kiss him. He smiles into the kiss, and his fingers find their way to my hair. As do mine to his. We pull apart with wide, goofy grins on both our faces. I hope we will still be wearing them on Thanksgiving.