simon and baz get in a fight during 7th year and end up magically handcuffed together
a/n: thank you @cherryonsimon for ur beta skills and brutal honesty :p AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!!! ENJOY BEING OLD 💜💜
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“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
My jaw drops and I stare at Agatha. She doesn’t look like she’s joking, and I start to feel sick.
“I want to break up.”
“I just don’t think we’re good together,” she says, like her words aren’t devastating. Like she hasn’t just unraveled all of my plans for our future together.
“But…but I love you…” I say, a bit pathetically, and her face hardens.
“I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, Simon. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”
I don’t know what to say to that, and she’s not listening anyway. She’s looking at something over my shoulder and I turn around quickly to see what it is.
He gives her a lazy wave and a wink, and when I face her again she’s gone pink.
“Him?” I say incredulously. “You’re breaking up with me for him?”
“What if I am?” she says, and I feel my magic starting to rise. She takes a step back, looking scared. I curse and try to force it back down.
“Agatha,” I say, but she’s still moving. “Agatha! I didn’t mean it!”
She spins on her heel and walks off, leaving me behind in the hall.
I’m sure I look like a fish out of water; students are leaving the classrooms and everyone’s giving me a funny look. I’m still fighting to keep my magic under control and I only have one thought on my mind: this is Baz’s fault.
* * *
Baz had somehow disappeared after my confrontation with Agatha, so I go looking for him. I eventually find him lurking in an unused corridor–the one with the room where the Crucible is stored. Surely Baz isn’t daft enough to try and mess with it. He must have some other scheme planned.
I don’t care what it is, I don’t care about anything else right now other than the fact that Baz has once again ruined my life.
I’m attempting to sneak up on him when the sole of my shoe squeaks, and he whips around.
“What do you want, Snow?” Baz spits, and I rush forward without thinking.
“This is all your fault!” I yell as I shove him, “if you’d just left Agatha well alone she wouldn’t have broken up with me!”
He looks confused for a second and then smirks. That makes me angrier, so I shove him again. Harder. This time his head makes a satisfying crack as it hits the wall. I rush forward with my arm pulled back, ready to punch him. He moves to block me and our hands collide in mid-air.
I feel a shimmer of magic around my wrist and my stomach drops. Baz must have cast something too low for me to hear, and now…well, I’m not really sure what he did until I look at my hand and see the shiny metal bracelet. I don’t realize what’s happened at first; Baz tugs his wrist and mine comes with it.
Merlin’s tits, I’m fucking handcuffed to Baz. What is he planning to do to me? This must be one of his schemes! He’s going to…he’s going to…
Well, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but it probably involves me and a pair of handcuffs.
“What the hell, Baz!” I growl, “let me go!”
He looks indignant. “I didn’t do this!”
“Of course you did!”
“Crowley, Snow, do you really think I’d attach myself to you on purpose?”
The air starts to fill with smoke, and I realize it’s Snow. Shit, I should have known this would happen. He’s going to bloody go off. I’m tempted to poke him as I usually do–because I know he’ll just shield me–but I finally give into my urge to just…help him.
“Deep breaths now, Snow,” I say, and his head snaps up. He narrows his eyes at me, but I keep going; keep holding his gaze. “Let it go. Some of it. Before you start another fire. Whatever–fuck!”
Snow shoves me into the wall for the second time today, only this time he comes with me and I’m hit from both sides.
“What was that for? I was helping you, you numpty!”
“I don’t need your help,” he snarls.
“Fine!” I spit, “let’s go find you someone else then!”