Sick Simon

hi guys!! sorry i haven’t been as active recently, i’ve been super busy with school, friends and family. as an apology, here’s a quick fic i wrote a while ago :-)

Summary:

Simon is sick when Micah comes to visit so Baz babysits Simon. full fluff. vv short. after Carry On.

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My head was pounding and my throat burned like a thousand fires had been set there. Penny was bustling around me, tidying everything up as she went. Micah was on his way over to the flat at that very moment; he was staying in Britain for a few weeks over the summer holidays and Baz was on his way too. Baz was going to babysit Simon for the few hours Penny was gone.

"Simon, are you sure you're feeling good enough for me to go out? If you don't feel well enough then I can call Micah right now and tell him to come out some other time..."

Penny trailed off, a motherly look coming across her face. Simon rolled his eyes, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in protest, then attempted to prop himself up on the couch. His stomach churned, so he resigned, lying back down, then tried to give Penny what looked like a reassuring look.

"Pen, I'll be fine," Simon said, voice sounding rougher and a bit more gravely.

"Yeah, Bunce, he'll be fine; he's with me. Micah, on the other hand, wouldn't be too happy about you ditching him to hang out with another guy."

Penny jumped, sloshing a bit of Simon's cold chicken noodle soup out of its bowl. Cursing Baz out underneath her breath, she pulled Simon's blanket up to his chin and gave him a feeble pat on one of his expansive wings, then stalked over to the door and started pulling on her coat and shoes.

"Baz, remember that Simon is sick. Simon, remember that you are sick. If anything goes wrong my mobile is on. I expect hourly checkups from you Baz; be RESPONSIBLE! And Alastair Crowley don't be twits."

With those final words from Penny, she swept out the door. From behind the door, the sound of a car starting up and pulling out could be heard, then Baz turned to Simon.

"So Snow, what shall we do?" Baz grinned and Simon attempted to smile back, but his bones were suddenly starting to feel very heavy.

"Wanna cuddle?" Simon's voice now sounded feeble and Baz's gaze softened immediately.

"Of course."

Baz crawled onto the couch behind Simon the couch and intertwined their legs together. Simon's wings tucked underneath Baz and his tail curled around Baz's waist, drawing him close.

Suddenly, Simon's eyelids started to grow heavy. He could faintly feel Baz nuzzle his face into his neck, planting soft kisses as he went, yet it felt miles away. Younger Simon would have immediately flashed to Baz's fangs and his vampireness, but Simon didn't care the slightest about that anymore. All he cared about was how warm his boyfriend was and how Baz's long, slim fingers traced circles around the mole placed on the side of his arm. This was perfect.