snowbaz only

All right, so this bunny hopped into my head this morning and wouldn’t go away until I’d written/drawn it. I was skimming Carry On today looking for details about Baz’s entrance for the next art piece (which I am about 50% of the way completed on), and I naturally went down the rabbit hole to read other sections of the book. That’s when I landed on the passage from Chapter 64 about Baz sleeping fitfully in Simon’s arms.

And I thought, hold up. This needs further exploration. The result was this little ficlet and art. 

It’s total fluff, but I hope you enjoy this “fic with a pic” by yours truly.  

BAZ

I nudge Snow with my shoulder.

“Snow,” I whisper. “Simon.”

He shifts beside me and groans. His eyelids open just a crack.

Simon:

The joke I’ve been telling myself is that this picture illustrates my psychological state in anticipation of Wayward Son. But actually, I just love this moment in Carry On, in which Baz comforts and shields Simon after the Humdrum attack, even when he’s at his weakest. Those small gestures that betray just how much Baz loves Simon get me every dang time.

Simon’s hiding his face in my chest, and I hold him tighter.

@penelopes-place ok fiiiiiiiine twist my arm

me: it’s ok because wayward son is coming out soon

Baz: Being gay isn’t a choice

Simon: *literally on the neck of a dragon and trying to slay it with his sword*