#little doodle of them to keep me SANE and so i don’t DIE studying

[aronaax]

everything stays right where you left it

[fleursowl]

Hello! I actually have a snowbaz fic request- the idea of penny and maybe Simon being at watford and then casting a spell that makes them see the future sounds so interesting to me!!! Like, simon or penny just seeing Baz and Simon dating and etc and being like, wtf- thanks:)

yes yes YES i love this!! thank you for being my first official request 💞💞

Simon

“Come on, Pen, surely it can’t be too bad?” I pleaded, giving her my best pouty lip and puppy eyes from across the table.

“No means no, Simon.”

“But-“

Penny slammed her book down on the table with an exasperated sigh.

“Simon, time magick is dangerous. It’s unstable, messy, and can have disastrous consequences.”

“Everything we do is dangerous! Crowley, my existence is dangerous!” I argued. “I think it’s reasonable that I want to know at the very least if I’m alive in the next five years!”

It was playing dirty, but by the look on Penny‘s face, I could tell it had worked.

“Fine.” she snapped. “But don’t blame me when it goes wrong.”

“Oh, I assure you,” I snorted, “if it goes wrong it will most definitely be all my fault.”

Penny

Simon Snow will be the death of me, but he’s also my life. That is the only reason I am agreeing to this stupid charade. Of course Simon will be alive in the next five years, because I’ll be making sure of it. And unless I die (which won’t happen, my mum wouldn’t allow it) then he’s going to be here, alive and healthy for a very long time.

It’s only my ridiculous weak spot for him that is the reason we’re both in the library in the late hours of the night, reading every book we could get our hands on about time magick (there aren’t many- because it’s dangerous). A small noise to my left makes me look up, and I catch a glimpse of what I think could be Baz, before he disappears behind a bookshelf. I’m not going to mention it to Simon, though, because I seriously do not have the energy for another lecture on how I should be careful around him (me and Baz study together sometimes- he’s only of the only people who keep me sane in our classes). I sneak a glance at Simon, who is half asleep and barely even recognising the words on the pages in front of him. This is how I like him best. Content. Safe. Happy.

Baz

I don’t know what Snow and Bunce are doing, and I don’t want to. All I know is that they’re in the library late at night, when I want to be alone (my room smells far too much like Snow to serve as a distraction from him). I know Bunce has seen me, but I’m just praying Simon hasn’t. I really don’t have the energy to resist him right now.

Simon

I know Penny still thinks this is stupid, but she doesn’t get it. This is beyond natural curiosity and a hidden self destructiveness, I just need to know. She’s sitting on Baz’s bed (he won’t like that) frowning at the vial or black liquid like it’s insulted her and her entire family.

“What’s wrong?” I ask tentatively, hoping I don’t aggravate her further.

“This is illegal.” she huffs, her curls bouncing up off her forehead. “It’s dangerous, unstable, and-“ she sees the look on my face, and stops.

“Let’s do this.” she says through gritted teeth, picking up the mirror framed in silver (I don’t understand why it has to be framed in silver- Penny explained it was simple magic, but it doesn’t make sense) and placing it in the palm of my hand. She drips the liquid around the edges, her eyebrows furrowing together in concentration.

“Okay, it’s ready.” she says eventually, sitting back and pulling out her ring. “You have to concentrate for this part, Simon. Hard.” she gives me a stern look, and I nod earnestly.

“Go. You’ve got this.” I say reassuringly, and she snorts.

“I know I do, but...” what she doesn’t say is clear- but you haven’t got this. She doesn’t mean it unkindly, I know, so I let it go.

“Mirror mirror on the wall,

Will I rise or will I fall?” she says in a clear voice, following the path of the liquid with her ring. The mirror glows purple, and fog starts swirling around on it. I gasp in awe, and Penny nudges me, startling me out of it. I concentrate harder, and an imagine comes into focus.

It’s of a small kitchen in the middle of the day, with a pan on the stove bubbling away. Two figures come into view, and if I squint, I can make out one could be me.

So I survive, then I think, feeling dazed at this.

I look back, and see... is that Baz?

We’re both laughing, and I have him pressed against the countertop. That’s... strange?

“Your eggs are burning, Snow.” he smirks. Ah, so nothing has changed then.

Future-me grins back, and leans in further to him. My heart starts beating in my chest so loudly I can barely hear my reply.

“‘S not Snow anymore though, is it? It’s Grimm-Pitch now.” Future-me grins, closing the distance and pressing my lips against Baz’s.

I drop the mirror, and the connection goes, the mirror breaking into shards on the floor.

Seven years bad luck, a voice at the back of my mind reminds me.

I turn to Penny desperately for answers, and see someone else at the doorway.

Baz is standing there, frozen, his hair falling in his face and his eyes wide and scared.

“What... what the hell was that?” he splutters, and this takes me by surprise. Crowley, Baz must really hate the idea of ending up with me- he’s stuttering and swearing like a Normal. For some reason, my heart gives a tug at this, and I curse it. It doesn’t know what it’s doing.

Penny answers before I can, saving me. Again.

“It’s the future.” she replies smoothly, somehow giving us both a challenging look at the same time.

Baz chokes, and shakes his head.

“No, this is-this is revenge, for earlier this year, the Chimera, you- you-“ he seems unable to form anymore words, and turns on his heel and runs out of the room.

“Wait!” I yelp, and race after him, though I’m not sure why.

Baz

‘Grimm-Pitch. Simon Grimm Pitch.’ those words circle around my head; haunting me as I run to the library. Obviously I’ve thought about marrying Simon (as a fantasy, not a realistic hope) but I’m not lovesick enough to doodle our intials together, or anything. So hearing Simon- Future Simon- trick Simon- saying it has bowled me over.

I know I’ll be safe for a while in the library, because Snow is nothing if not predictable, and will probably assume I’ve gone to the catacombs. This will give me about ten minutes to cry, and another five to collect myself and pull out some homework, and a further two to form a mask of indifference.

However, I’m only five minutes into my allotted crying time, and a hand on my shoulder jerks me out of my misery.

“Baz, I-“ Simon begins, then looks closer at my face. “Crowley, are you crying?” he asks in disbelief.

“No.” I sniff, but it’s pretty obvious. My eyes are red and still watery, and my nose feels like it’s going to start running soon. In fact, you can still see the drying tear tracks on my cheeks. Great lying, Baz I curse myself.

“Yes you are.” Simon said firmly, sitting down into the chair next to me. His hand on my shoulder drops to my knee, and I flinch. There’s something that looks like a flicker of pain on his face, but it’s gone as soon as it came, and I must’ve just imagined it.

“Look, if the thought of being with me in the future is really that bad-“ he begins, and I curse.

“Crowley, Snow, I may be a lovesick fool but I’m not completely dense! It’s obvious that isn’t the future. You’re going to kill me, and ride into the sunset with Wellbelove. And I’m going to die. What you saw is impossible, and it’s a track. I mean, I knew you hated me, but to use my feelings against me? That’s low, even for you.” I ramble, waving my hands in the air.

Once I’ve finished my little speech, Snow catches my arms mid-wave, and uses this to tug me to him. Our lips crash against each other with all the elegance of a baby deer, but I don’t care.

Crowley, I’m kissing Simon Snow.

He’s doing this lovely thing with his chin, and I give up my battle for dominance, letting him just consume me.

Eventually we pull away for air, and his cheeks are flushed a beautiful colour.

“Look, Snow, I don’t-“ I begin, and he turns to me, smirking.

“It’ll be Grimm-Pitch one day.” he murmurs.

Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.

Very sorry this took so long, I had massive writers block for it! Hope you all enjoy 💞