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Carry On Valentine's Celebration Day 2:Simon, you idiot.

Prompt February 11th: Valentine’s chocolates

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Baz had given up on trying to hide his feelings for Simon. He was tired of living with the person he wanted most, but couldn’t say anything. Baz was hopeful that things would work out. Simon had been on and off with Agatha. Their relationship was rocky and it sounded like they were done for good this time. Simon and Baz had been fighting less and less lately and Baz figured that if his plan to tell Simon backfired, it wouldn’t matter soon as the war with the old families and the mage was fast approaching.

He decided it would be best if he could just give Simon a gift, rather than talking face to face, so he bought a nice box of chocolates and addressedthe little card to Snow. When everyone was almost finished eating supper, Baz left early to put the box of chocolates outside the door to their room and go inside. Baz was sitting of his bed facing the door waiting for Simon to come in.

When Simon entered, he was looking at the chocolates in his hand with a slightly puzzled look. He made his way to his bed without glancing at Baz, too focused on what he was doing.

“So, I see you have some Valentine’s sweets…” Baz said, trying to get Simon to look at him and take a hint.

“Yeah.” Simon said.  “But no one signed the card.”

“Maybe they thought they didn’t need to. That person might be close to you.”

Simon gave Baz a weird look. They usually didn’t have this type of conversation. “Yeah.” Simon replied. “I bet it was Agatha. We haven’t actually spoken to each other lately.”

Baz felt a bit deflated. “Right.” Agatha. Simon was still in love with her. He cursed to himself under his breath. This had been a bad idea. Baz didn’t start another conversation with Simon that night. He turned away and slid under his covers to go to bed. He would spend tomorrow alone, like every other Valentine’s day since he met Simon. Simon would go to Agatha and they wouldn’t ever know that Baz didn’t ask anyone out because he was pining over his roommate.

When Simon, turned off the lights and kept the window open, Baz sighed.

The next day, Simon was eager to talk to Agatha. They had a lot to discuss if they wanted to try again with their relationship. They had a fight the last time they broke, and Simon was convinced that that was it for them. He had started to accept that Agatha didn’t want to date him anymore, but he would still be open to giving it another go. He wanted to have that person to spend the rest of his life with. When Simon came down from his room, he saw Penny sitting at their usual spot at their table waiting for him. Simon made eye contact with her, and smile while giving a thumbs up before making his way to Agatha.

“Hey Agatha. Thanks for the chocloates. Do you think we should go talk about it?” Simon didn’t understand the look on Agatha’s face.

“Simon, what are you talking about? Sorry, but I didn’t get you any sweets. I thought we agreed that we were done.” Agatha stated.

Simon stood in shock. He hadn’t thought that the chocolates might have been from someone else.

“Oh, right. Ok, well. See ya, I suppose.” Simon walked back to his table and flopped down beside Penny and set the box of chocolates down on the table. “I’m confused Penny. I got these chocolates but there was no name of who sent them on the card and I just asked Agatha but she said they weren’t from her.”

“Maybe you have a fan. Someone who likes the chosen one. Let me see the card.” Simon pushed the bix to Penny and turned to look at Penny when she froze.

“Simon, are you kidding? Is this real?”

“What? Of course. Why?”

“Look. Who is the only person we know who calls you ‘Snow’?”

“Uh. The only person who calls me by my last name like a prat is Baz-…Wait. What? Shit.” Simon said as he took the chocolates back and looked at the card. He thought that they had written that to simply get the gift to the right person. He didn’t think it was the nickname someone had for him. Simon sat in shock.

Baz. Did Baz like him? Did he like Baz? Baz was as much of an arse as he was before. Now he was acting almost…nice. Simon found that he had been getting along with Baz much better recently.

Simon tried to think of the things he liked about Baz. Baz didn’t treat him like the chosen one or like a fragile tea cup. Baz was smart. And mysterious. Simon actually missed him when he didn’t see him over the summer.  And Simon liked his hair. It looked soft. Simon realized that he actually found Baz really attractive.

Did he want to date? Did he want to kiss Baz?

Penny poked him out of his trance-like state and Simon could feel himself blushing.

“I have to go.” He said as he took the box and rushed up to their room. He saw Baz walking down the stairs towards him and Simon grabbed his arm to pull him back up to their room despite Baz’s protests.

“What the fuck Snow?”

“You gave me these, didn’t you?” Simon held up the chocolates but Baz didn’t answer.

“Fine, no talking. Just wait a second.” Baz raised an eyebrow as Simon rushed around his side of the room to grab a piece of paper and a pen. Simon scribbled something quickly on the page before folding it and giving it to Baz.  Baz waited a moment before reading what Simon wrote.

‘I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. I kinda like you. Be my Valentine?’

For a moment, he was queit but then he let out a little chuckle.

“You kinda like me? Gee, thanks Snow.”

Simon stepped forward and hugged Baz. It was a little awkward because they had never hugged before, but it still felt nice. Simon smiled, if this feeling came with the nickname that Baz had given him, then being called by his name would be worth it.

Spell Practice (Carry On Countdown Nov 27)

This was a very challenging prompt. Definitely would’ve failed 8th year spell exams at Watford if I went there. Hope you enjoy! @carryon-countdown


Simon scribbled on his notebook uselessly. He was supposed to be working on his eighth-year spell but he couldn’t focus. All he could think about was Baz coming back to Watford.
“Earth to Simon?”
He looked up to find Penny glaring at him.
“What?” Simon murmured guiltily.
She tapped his doodled page.
“You’re supposed to be thinking of a spell. Not spacing out.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah I know Penny. I just…have a lot on my mind.”
“Like Baz?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She shook her head. “Never mind, forget I brought him up.”
Simon sighed. “Well what’s yours?”
Cut to the chase.”
She said the words without using her ring.
“What does it do?”
She smirked. “It makes someone get to the point faster. I think it could be a subtle and extremely useful spell.”
Simon laughed. “Ugh. I only have Make a wish.”
She scrunched up her nose. “What is that supposed to do?”
He shrugged. “Dunno. But I know it’s powerful enough.”
She rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
“You need to test it out. Do it to me.”
Simon shook his head. “No way. I’m not testing my magic on someone I care about.”
She looked as if she were about to argue but then froze.
“That’s it! You could test it on Baz.”
“He’d kill me.”
She shrugged. “You don’t have much of a choice if you refuse to try it on someone you care about.”
Simon felt his stomach churn. Using it on Baz seemed like a good idea until he thought about how Baz might retaliate.
“Fine. I’m going to go find him.”
She clapped her hands excitedly. “You can do it! Just try not to go off.”
He glared at her. “Thanks for the advice.”
As he walked out of the dining hall he tried to think about what the spell might do. Taken literally it would most likely give someone what they wanted most. Since Simon and Baz were always bickering that probably meant Baz would get to kick his ass.
After several failed attempts he finally found him in the library. Baz was seated alone towards the back with a stack of books
He looked up and glared at Simon.
“Oh. Great.”
Simon frowned. “What?”
Baz snapped the book he was reading shut.
“Well I was just thinking to myself how peaceful it was in here and then you came.”
Simon felt less guilty about using Baz as a practice dummy.
“I need help on my eighth year spell.”
Baz raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Simon nodded and raised his wand.
Make a wish.”
The magic shot out unevenly from his wand, exploding out of him. Baz was thrown backwards from his chair. For a moment there was complete silence, then Baz was up on his feet and coming straight for Simon.


The prick had tested a spell on him. Baz felt the magic rush through his body like a torrent. He tried to block it but found it was impossible; Snow’s magic was just too strong.
He stood and panicked as his feet moved forward. Part of him felt an unstoppable desire to kiss Snow. The rational part of his brain realized how Snow’s spell worked. It made the affected do what they wanted most in the world. Snow may not have realized it, but it was the perfect spell to humiliate him with.
Without telling his hands to do so Baz threw Snow up onto the bookshelf. He realized if he didn’t do something he would end up kissing him. And then Snow would stab him, or go off, or simply break his heart. None of those options could be allowed to happen.
With effort he forced the words out. “Cat got your tongue?
The spell came out weak without his wand but it was enough to cause Snow to panic. He threw Baz off of him and backed himself into another corner.
“How do you feel? Is it working?” Snow asked breathlessly.
“You son of a bitch,” Baz spat out.
He was already on his feet trying to kiss Snow again. He hated himself in that moment for loving Snow so much. If he could just hate Snow this would be a brawl.
With more force than he usually allowed himself to use on Snow, Baz pushed him into a table. Baz had only one idea left and relied completely on his own eighth year spell working. He hadn’t tested it on anybody yet but it seemed his opportunity had come.
With effort he grabbed his wand. “Taste of your own medicine.
He felt as Snow’s spell rebounded from Baz back to Snow. They were both under the influence of Snow’s spell now, but Baz wasn’t sure what the result would be. He hoped Snow’s innermost desire was to knock him unconscious.
Snow froze for a moment allowing Baz to throw Snow up onto the table. When Snow didn’t start throwing punches Baz realized in terror that the spell hadn’t worked, that somehow Simon must have blocked it. He gripped Snow’s waist and glared at him.
“What have you done?” Snow whispered as he leaned forward.
Somehow they were kissing. Baz wasn’t even sure who had leaned in first, only that they were kissing and Snow wasn’t pulling back. In fact, Snow was pushing his hands under Baz’s shirt greedily, his fingers tracing the planes of Baz’s abdomen. Baz groaned lightly and pushed Snow down on the desk, crawling on top of him. He pulled away briefly to stare at him.
“You…wanted this?” He felt the spell pulling him back.
After a few minutes of kissing Snow ripped away.
“I…didn’t know…”
Snow opened the buttons on Baz’s shirt.
“I guess I wanted it but…”
Baz swallowed. “I’ve always known.”
Snow gritted his teeth. “This has to stop.”
Baz felt rejection sing through him.
Snow arched his back into him.
“Because we’re in a public school library.”
Baz had to admit he had a point.
“And I’m not ready to take this further.”
Baz nodded and tried to put as much focus as he could on getting away from Simon. He managed to get about a foot away with extreme effort. He pointed his wand shakily at Snow.
As you were!
When the spell hit Snow he straightened and pointed his own wand at Baz, repeating the spell Baz had used on him.
Baz felt as his body was released by the magic. He felt physically drained from the intensity of Snow’s spell and dropped to his knees. Snow walked over and offered a hand. Baz felt very shy all of a sudden, but took the hand anyways.
“Are you okay?”
Baz nodded. “More than great. Pretty confident my spell will pass.”
Snow stared at him for a moment before breaking into laughter.
“Yeah. I guess we’ll both pass.”
Baz looked down at their intertwined hands.
“We should uh…talk. Maybe in private.”
Snow’s cheeks reddened. “Yeah. I guess we should.”
They stared at one another. After a few moments Baz leaned in and pressed his lips gently against Snow’s. Snow sighed and kissed him back sweetly. Baz realized eighth year spell exams were more exciting than he had ever thought possible.

meliorn  asked:

jimon + 25 pls i'll give u anything

25. librarian/avid reader au

Simon doesn’t have a problem. He doesn’t, whatever Clary tells people. It’s just. He works in a library okay. And he loves books, he really does, but it’s also a place of quietness and solitude and honestly, it can be a bit boring. So clearly he has to come up with ways to entertain himself. And annoying the living shit out of the blond blue-eyed stud muffin named that comes in every Wednesday is just one of the ways to do that. It’s not a problem. Or a crush. Shut up Clary.

“You get prettier every time I see you,” Simon tells Jace. The only reason Simon knows he’s named Jace is because it’s on his library card, because Jace has never offered him this information freely. Whatever, they’re getting there.

“Fantastic,” Jace deadpans, “Maybe in a few weeks you can crown me Miss Library.”

And that’s the thing. In the beginning, it was fun to tease Jace because he would just glare at Simon a lot and it was kind of hilarious to get a rise out of him. But recently Jace has started replying with his own snarky come backs and Simon has found himself liking it even more. True, it is kind of unfair that Jace gets to be both pretty and funny, but Simon will live. Probably.

“I’ll get you a nice crown and a sash,” Simon says, taking the books from Jace’s hands. “That’ll be all?” Jace mumbles something, and Simon raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me, what did you say?”

“Your number!” Jace suddenly shouts, causing Simon to stumble back slightly, “I would also like your number,” he adds, a lot more quietly, and Simon gapes at him.

“My number.”


“For, like, my cellphone.”

“Yes, preferably.”

“So you can call me.”

“I’m pretty sure most people just text nowadays.”

“Oh,” Simon says, staring at Jace with wide eyes.

“So?” Jace eventually asks, shuffeling his feet, which Simon absolutely does not find cute. “Are you?”

“Am I what?”

Jace laughs, “Are you going to give me your number?”

“Oh!” Simon says, and quickly scribbles his number down on an old receipt, before handing it to Jace, who smiles softly before walking away.

“You forgot your books!” Simon yells after him, when he notices the stack still in front of him.

“I was never here for the books!” Jace yells back, making Simon laugh.

Yeah, maybe SImon has a bit of problem after all.