Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

female baz and simon (possibly a pt.1??)

She had never known why she had the name she had. It wasn't "typical" for a girl, that's what people always said, always thought, always assumed it was a nickname, a preference.

"Really? Simon is your real name?"
"Do you prefer being called Simon to whatever your real name is?"
"Are you transgender?"

With every question, her resolve only increased, her desperation for people to stop asking her stupid questions. She supposed the transgender question wasn't stupid, but it was invasive, and borderline offensive the way they went about asking it. If she was transgender, she's sure there would be better ways to ask, or not ask because it's none of anyone's business.

She was a girl, and she was named Simon Snow. She didn't think it was that hard to understand. She thought that it was harder to understand that she was a magician but alas people only struggled with her supposedly "masculine" name. And anyway, she didn't choose it. The person at the orphanage who found her, had really liked someone famous named Simon, and didn't believe in traditional "male, female" names. Anyway, Simon liked it. She liked her name, and she always had.

"Simon? What are you thinking about? You're going to have frown lines by the time you're 20 if you keep going how you're going." Her best friend, Penelope wisecracked, and Simon rolled her eyes.

"If I do need frown lines, I'll accept each and every one of them, it's an outdated social concept that we should all try and look younger for longer, it's gross and sexist."

"Wow, someone's in a mood, and while I agree with you, I don't particularly feel like I want you snapping at me, so out with it."

Simon looked at Penny, her eyebrows arched expectantly and Simon sighed, her shoulders slumped forward quickly, "it's Basil. She's being a major pain in my ass."

"Isn't she always?" Penny sighed, but laughed slightly at Simon and her roommate.

"But more than usual! She had a jolly fucking good time spelling all my books shut and my laptop shut, so I couldn't do anything homework or study wise last night-"

"You never do anyway, you always end up copying me in our lessons," Penelope cut her off but snapped her mouth shut as Simon cast her a withering look.

"No I don't, anyway, shut up," Simon laughed, and then groaned, casting her head forward and into her hands, her long curly blonde hair falling around her face and onto the table. "She's just a terrible roommate and I hate her."

"That's not a very nice thing to say, Snow, the crucible would be crying right now if it knew what you were saying about your delightful roommate," a sardonic voice cut into Penelope and Simon's conversation and both girls groaned.
Simon raised her head to meet the eyes of her roommate, Basil Grimm-Pitch. Most people called her Baz, Simon called her the biggest twat in the world. She was tall and billowy, and strikingly pale. Her hair was constantly straight and sleek, and black as night, and she was sneering down at the seated girls.

"The crucible obviously hates us both, for casting us together," Simon frowned up at Basil.

"That's a matter of opinion, I mean it obviously hates me, considering how poorly you contain your magic, you're probably going to kill me in your sleep accidentally after you hate a nightmare," Basil smirked, "you really are the worst chosen one who's ever been chosen."

And with that, she flounced away, in a swirl of black cloaks and hair, her cronies walking behind her.
Simon clenched her teeth at her nemesis' retreating figure, and the only thing keeping her in her seat, and her magic inside of her skin, was her best friends calming hand on hers.

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Basil's POV
What kind of parents, names their daughter Basil? This was something I'd struggled with, and against for my entire life. People couldn't believe my name was Basil, and that I actually liked it. But discounting the fact that I liked it, it still was such a shifty thing for my parents to do. Although I suppose it's better than being a girl named Simon.

Simon Snow was a major pain in my ass. She always has been. From the minute she walked through the doors of Watford, a great mage who had been prophesied. I'd heard the stories as a young girl, a great threat that would come and threaten to destroy our world, and a great mage that would see the fall of the threat. But when I met Simon Snow, with her ridiculous name, and her ridiculously blonde and unruly hair, and bright eyes that captured the attention of everyone around her, and the way she seemed to glow slightly as she walked into a room, her magic palpable around her; I knew she wouldn't stop this "threat" and I didn't even want to see her try.
When the crucible cast us together, I thought it was a cruel joke. Putting the two girls with the names that were meant for people different to them, and every day since being roommates has tested me beyond belief.

Because Simon Snow was an idiot, a ridiculously powerful, over dramatic, strong willed, beautiful fucking idiot. And everyday I was forced to be around her. And everyday it hurt, because god I'm fucking in love with Simon Snow.

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Okayyyyyyy so this was kind of weird and different and I might do a part 2 because I just wanted to get something out and published! But I really wanna write like this female baz and Simon first kiss, or have one of them confessing their feelings or idk!
Could be badly received but I really love the idea of a female baz and Simon and the fact that, male/female/other it doesn't matter because they just fucking love each other no matter what (even though Simon is always oblivious! Hahahah
Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed and idk tell me what you thought! Xxxxxxxx