Length: this chapter is 866 words
A SnowBaz fic.
An AU where Baz and Simon never got together, and Simon kept his magic, and they meet after a few years and Baz is doing ballet. Simon thinks it’s hilarious, and stays just to torment Baz.
Written for a prompt from @basiltxnpitch
Pretty sure I don’t need and t/w’s for this. Angst, dancing, swearing (of course there is swearing. If you are adverse to swearing you wouldn’t have read Carry On).
A/N: Wow, this has gotten such a great response! I love you guys so much, thanks for all your support!! This chapter is short but full of the feels so enjoy!
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Fuck him, then. If he didn’t want to reply, I wouldn’t push him (Any more.)
I turned to Mordelia, who was practically giving me the silent treatment after that car ride home and sitting as far away from me as she could on my two-seater couch. (I refused to sit on my Lay-z-Boy, and I wouldn’t let her.)
She ignored me.
“Mordi! I’m sorry! I never meant to make you feel like that. I just - I got distracted.”
She looked at me and I withered under her burning glare. She watched me wither for a bit, and then turned away. I sighed and reached to put my hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away, pouting and frowning. We sat in silence, her in anger and me in regret, for a good ten minutes before she faced me again with a contemplative look.
“Baz. Tell me something.”
“I’m trying to.” I whined. “But you won’t let me!”
She shook her head. “Not what I meant.” she took a solid breath. “Do you have a crush on Simonfucking Snow?”
I almost choked as I spat out the words “Don’t swear-”
“You’re avoiding my questions again.” Her gaze was steady and steely.
“Mordelia, please…” I pleaded, slumping low on the couch and covering my face with my hands.
“Baz, please. You haven’t given me one straight answer all day. At least give me this.”
“It’s pretty hard for me to give you a straight answer, Mordi.” I muttered, still covering my face.
She took a moment to click to the joke. When she did, her eyes rolled so far back in her head that I thought she was fainting.
“Baz, that is literally the worst joke in the book. Now please, answer me honestly. I’ll stop bugging you if you just give me this one answer.”
I sighed. My palms were sweating, my throat was dry. My breath was short and my heart was pounding.
“No, I do not have a crush on Simon fucking Snow.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I’m in love with him. Have been for nigh on twelve years. That’s not what I’d call a crush.”
She stared at me like I was ridiculous. “So you decided your best option was to murder him and hit him and bully him until he was terrified of what you would do to him? Great plan, brother. Remind me never to get relationship advice from you.”
“Well I’m not beating him up now, am I?” I snapped, sitting up straight again.
Her eyes widened in realisation and amusement. “No,” she laughed, “you’re dancing with him and setting dance studios on fire.”
I blanched. “You saw that?” oops.
She nodded. “I was right out front of the doors, remember?”
Oops again. “Oh, right. Mordi, I really am sorry about that.”
She waved me off, the issues already forgiven and forgotten. “I know. It’s okay, I would probably do the same thing anyway.”
I laughed. “It works much better than punching him.”
She put on a face of faux shock. “Shocker.”
“Oh, shut up.”
She poked her tongue out at me and I poked her in the ribs. She squealed and fell back, holding out her arms in defence.
“Watch it there, wizard wrist!” I was nervous of the bracelet around her arm, after what it had done today.
She frowned at me. “Wizard wrist? We aren’t even wizards, Baz. We’re mages.”
“Alliteration is a key factor in all good arguments. By the way, what was with that massive display of power today?”
She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
I raised an opposing eyebrow. “Mary Mary. That normally makes a few flowers grow, and usually only in good dirt.”
She shrugged meekly. “Well you see, it’s all with how you interpret the rhyme.”
I shook my head. “And you interpreted a rhyme about little flowers as a giant killer vine?”
She shrugged. “No, I don’t think so. I was actually thinking of the parody version. Enough people know that one to make a spell out of it.”
She nodded and recited it like she would when telling it to a very small, very stupid child: “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Up, stupid!”
I laughed. “So you thought about that and made vines?”
She grinned. “Well, they went up, didn’t they? And anyway, like I said, it’s all in the interpretation. I can manipulate how I see it at any time.”
“Well,” I said, “nobody else can. Except maybe Simon, but he doesn’t count because his power is ridiculous.” I looked at her, now dead serious. “Mordelia, the power bank you have access to is huge. Make sure you’re careful with it.”
She frowned. “I never really thought it was that special.”
“Well I’m telling you,” I said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “it is. I thought I had a fair bit of power Mordi – but it’s nothing compared to yours.”
She looked at me, and she smiled softly. She didn’t say anything, but she wrapped me up in a hug. She was so warm, just like a little sister should be. Warm and full of love.