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Curious Man - (Sherlock x reader)

Imagine: Meeting Sherlock at a store while he waits for Watson to buy a gift for Mary.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 579

Warnings: None.

A/N: I wanted to write this for the longest time and now I finally did it. It’s just a small drabble because I’m still not in shape to write a proper Sherlock fanfiction. Yet, I hope you like it.

Originally posted by dracomafloy

“Beautiful choice, very fashionable if I may say so.” A male voice interrupted you.

You were doing your early Christmas shopping, a tradition you had started the first year you moved out of your parent’s house. Basically, you would buy all kinds of gifts for yourself before the prices got up.

“Thank you, sir.” You replied with a smile as you looked to the man that had spoken.

He was tall and slim, dark locks framing his pale face and deep blue eyes analysing you.

“I’m sure your fiancé will like it.” He continued. You furrowed your eyebrows.

It was common for people to inquire that you had a boyfriend, but this man was being too specific.

“I’m afraid I don’t have a fiancé.” You giggled. The man let out a breathy sigh.

“Then why are you wearing an engagement ring?” He asked. You looked down to your hand, which in fact had an engagement ring. “Don’t be ashamed of him. It is in fact an old engagement ring, probably his mother’s ring. I can see that it looks quite unused in spite of the age of it, so I’m guessing you got recently engaged.”

You smiled in amusement. The man seemed to be a pretty smart guy, yet he was wrong.

“I’ve told you: I’m not engaged.” The blue-eyed man furrowed, not willing to believe your words.

“Come again?” He asked.

“I said: you’re wrong.” You replied. The man looked too dumbfounded not to be funny, and hell, it took you an eye and half of the other not to laugh at his face.

“How can I be wrong? It is an engagement ring, and it is on your hand in the right finger. It’s old, and yet it looks clean because you haven’t worn it much.” You nodded.

“It is in fact an engagement ring, and I am in fact wearing it correctly. It is old, true, but it looks clean because I only wear it on occasions.” The man was truly messed up.

“So you only wear it on occasions because…” Before he could make a suggestion of you being a cheater to your fiancé or a single lady wearing a fake ring to keep men away, you interrupted.

“It was my mother’s engagement ring,” you spoke, “She gave it to me a few years ago. I’m not engaged and I only wear it every now and then because I don’t want people to think I’m already taken.”

“There’s always something…” The man whispered to himself.

“Sorry?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Nothing, never mind.” He shook the thought away with a hand gesture. “So, mind telling me why you don’t want people to think you’re taken?”

“You are a very curious man, aren’t you?” You laughed, not answering to his question.

“I am, in fact.” He responded, puffing his chest out and coking his eyebrow proudly.

“May I ask why you are so concerned about my relationship status?” You asked, smirking.

“I happen to find you very pleasing to the eye and, now, I also find you very interesting.” He answered, taking good care of his words; he sounded like he was afraid to say something wrong, yet somehow he also sounded confident.

“My name’s…”

“(Y/N).” He finished. You gasped what kind of man was he?


“You’re wearing a bracelet with your name on it.” He simply replied.

“What a strange man you are, Mr…” He smirked at your words.

“Holmes,” He spoke, “Sherlock Holmes.”


Make Me Choose

@the-last-tsar & @princess-sara-melodyasked: Big pair or Little pair

“Marie Nikolaevna was like Olga Nikolaevna in colouring and features, but all on a more vivid scale. She had the same charming smile, the same shape of face, but her eyes were magnificent and of a deep dark blue. Her chestnut brown hair had golden lights in it. Marie Nikolaevna, alone of the sisters, had a decided talent for drawing, and sketched quite well. ‘Mashka,’ as her sisters called her, was ruled entirely by her youngest sister, Anastasia Nikolaevna, nicknamed by her mother ‘the imp.’ Anastasia Nikolaevna was the originator of all mischief, and was as witty and amusing as she was lazy at her lessons. She was quick and observant, with a keen sense of humour, and was the only one of the sisters who never knew the meaning of shyness. Even as a baby she had entertained grave old men, who were her neighbors at table, with her astonishing remarks.”   - Sophie Buxhoeveden

Broken Promises [Alexander Hamilton x Reader]

Length: 1111 words


AU: HamilTime

TW: Nada

You hid behind a tree, looking for any blue coats that would have a shot at you or any red coats that needed help. That was what your life has been like for the past months. Red and blue has replaced black and white. Your eyes scanning the area as you gripped the bag on your side tighter. A groan from your right made your ears perk up. You stayed low, moving your head to see the coat he was wearing.   

“Damn it,” the man growled.   

You narrowed your eyes at the blue coat, but your eyes wandered to his deep dark eyes, his long narrow nose, and his thin lips. Those common features you could’ve seen anywhere else on a man’s face, but he was different. You had memorized this particular set of eyes, nose, and lips on a particular man. “Alexander,” you breathed, before recklessly running towards him.   

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All The Way

sequel to Pure( )

A demanding knock on the door took your mind away from your fantasy. You took your eyes from the ceiling and stood up from the couch, to go open it.
   Whoever it was, you hoped they wouldn’t break your door by knocking.
   You grasped the grey handle and twisted it so that you opened the black door. There stood the unfamiliar figure of a huge man at your hallway.
   “May I help you?” You politely asked, figured the man might had just moved in the apartment building. You ran your eyes on him, admiring his choice of clothing.
   Skin tight, black turtleneck with sleeves rolled up just above his elbows and a pair of dark jeans.
    He had jet black hair that reached slightly under his jaw, although the bags were a bit trimmed as to not look like a complete idiot and amazingly deep green eyes, blue or dark not making an appearance to spoil the color.
   On second thought, be seemed familiar.


   You blurt out, knowing very well that the man in front of you was not him. How could he even know where you lived?
  But it it all went down for you when he indeed confirmed who he was.

   “Can I come in?” He asked with sad eyes.
  Despite being extremely surprised by his visit, you naturally let him in, as if it was so casual.

    Again he asked, whether he was allowed to sit on the couch and if you’d make him a cup of tea.

  “Yeah Damian of course I’ll make you one!”
   He forced a smile in response to yours.
Damian hadn’t seen you in so many years and you hadn’t changed at all.

You might did not look as young as you did at sixteen. Or even not as wild, but your hair still remain at the same length, the visible complexion did not seem to have any more beauty marks than it had before.
You were still so beautiful, so lovable in his eyes.

“Tell me what brings you here? In my doorframe out of all places!”
He looked at you now, thinking of am excuse to say.

After thinking, and thinking, he decided no excuses. He didn’t want to lie to you.

“I’m here because I wanted to make something clear to you and I don’t care whether you reject me again or not.
You gulped as his hands reached for yours the moment you sat on the couch. You had only fantasized about this moment and throwing your self on him before he even started seemed so lame in real life.

"I never got over you (y/n)! I didn’t. I’ve always had you on my mind even when I didn’t want to. I have been watching your every move, to make sure you’re safe and sound. Now I know you’ll reject me, but-”
You cut him off just as in all your fantasies. With an earth shattering kiss, that left you both gasping for air, you feeling his smile forming against his lips.
“So you’re okay with this?” He questioned you with wide eyes.
“ Yes!” You shouted “ oh yes!”

He kissed you again, this time pinning you to the couch and hovering your body with his own masculine one.

So what if as Alec gets older and realizes he’ll be leaving Magnus in no time at all (maybe he gets diagnosed with the very beginning stages of Alzheimer’s) and he decides he wants to find someone for Magnus to love after he’s gone.

He goes on one of those dating sites under Magnus’s name and face to find interested people.  Then he meets with them and explains what is going on and most of them turn away until he finally finds one willing to stay.  Maybe his name is Aaron, and he has dark brown hair and deep, blue eyes.  Alec knows it isn’t Magnus’s favorite combination, but anything closer to his looks and he might lose it.   Aaron is nice, and he’s very kind.  He likes the same kinds of music Magnus does and he doesn’t dress like a disaster.  Alec isn’t completely stupid, he knows Magnus would like to fix at least a few things about him.  

He has several meetings with Aaron and others over the course of months before he decides Aaron is the one.  He explains what’s going to happen, and how he needs to help Magnus through his very slow and untimely death.  He explains that it might take Magnus a decade or more to truly fall in love with him, but that once he did there was no better feeling in the world than Magnus Bane’s love.  

Then he has to go through the meticulous process of introducing Aaron to the Shadow World, the Clave be damned.  He’d deal with them later when the time came.  If this man was perfect for his husband, everything else was worth it.  He explains who Magnus is, and what he’d have to deal with.  He tells him of their eccentric clients, and the crazy late nights.  He starts to cry as he talks about their son,and how he’d only barely be an adult when Alec probably wouldn’t remember him anymore.   He told Aaron everything possible thing he could think of and while Aaron was overwhelmed, he seemed determined to help and to love the man Alec could describe in perfect detail. 

He brings Aaron home as a good friend he’d made through the coffee shop he stops by every day.  Alec made up a sad story of him being alone at Christmas so Magnus wouldn’t think anything deeper of it.  He sees the awe and fascination on Aaron’s face as he meets Magnus for the first time and starts to maybe question his decision.  He needed someone who was much deeper than just being awed by some good looks.  Then he remembered the night walking home from meeting Magnus for the first time and his sister had to keep him walking in a straight line, that’s how dazed he had been by the warlock’s beauty and forgives the other man.

He has to bite his tongue so hard it bleeds when Magnus and Max warm up to Aaron quickly.  Magnus putting on his theatrical act and Max sitting next to him on the couch.  Aaron was funny, and very good with kids.  He was a good listener but he could give Magnus as good as Magnus dished out.  He fit in so well with their dynamic, and it broke Alec’s heart.  

Six months after the family met Aaron for the first time Alec forgets how to get home after one of his late night wanders around the city.  He knows Manhattan and Brooklyn so well by now that he’d wander in one direction for an hour and then find his way back.   One night he couldn’t get back and it scared him to his bones.  He sat for two hours in a coffee shop before he realized just how he could get home.  Magnus was worried, but Alec still couldn’t find a way to tell him.  

The next few months finds Alec forgetting more and more simple things.  He doesn’t know where he puts his keys, ever.  He can’t remember his phone number when asked, or even Magnus’s number when he wants to call him to ask what it is.  Alec is starting to truly be afraid, but he can’t tell Magnus.  He tries to just say it aloud to the mirror, and he can’t even do that.  The words won’t come, and the longer he waits the more afraid Alec is that he’ll never be able to tell Magnus and Max what is happening to him.  

Aaron remains in the background for awhile.  He comes by once a month or so just so Magnus and Max remember who he is and are still fond of him.  Alec can’t handle more than that, especially the more times he finds his keys in the shower, or the kitchen cuboards.  He stays calm and reassures himself that he has years before anything will happen to him.  He has time to love Magnus, lots of it.  

The next spring he gets lost on the way home from driving Max from a cabin up north.  He had taken a trip with some friends and Alec had told Magnus he’d pick him up after the weekend was over.  It was a little tricky getting there, but nothing too different.  He completely forgets where to go and ends up driving to the next state line before realizing how lost they were.  Max woke to see his father crying and pulled over to the side of the road.  Max managed to stay calm and send a message to Magnus that they needed help.  Alec was damn lucky he had two warlocks who cared for him so much.  

Magnus was there in moments and got him calm before trying to ask what happened.  Alec was so flustered he could barely remember the correct words to explain what had happened.  He heard Max’s rich tenor voice fill in the detailis while Alec stood shaking in Magnus’s arms.  Their son’s first portal was the one that brought them to the loft again while Magnus held him tight.

The time had come when he had to tell Magnus what was happening and Alec had to call Aaron.  He had known the other man for nearly two years now, and he’d become a friend to all of them.  He let Alec cry and rant to him about how horrible this was and how he didn’t know what to tell Magnus.  The two of them had planned on him dying, but not wasting away like this.  Alec knew this would all be  harder on his boys, but he was so scared and so sad it was like this.  Aaron held his hand and helped him find the words to say.  When Alec asked him to be there Aaron declined, he’d be there enough later on.  

That evening Alec gathered them together and sat them on the couches.  He sat on the edge of the coffee table and wrapped himself up in a sweater as he told them what the doctor had said nearly two years ago now.  He didn’t know how he got through it without crying, but one look at the make-up smeared on his husband’s cheeks did him in.  He flung himself into Magnus’s arms and apologized in every way he could think of for this happening to their family.  

“Darling,” Magnus put a finger on his lips and looked at him tenderly.  “I thought you’d learned long ago not to apologize for things that weren’t your fault.”

“I’m going to not know who you are,” Alec whispered as he traced his husband’s face.  “I can’t imagine not knowing who you are, but one day soon I won’t.  Or maybe I will but I won’t be able to take care of myself.  I’m so sorry you’re going to watch me disappear like this  This isn’t what you signed up for.”

“I signed up for you,” Magnus said firmly.  Max got up with a sob and went to his room.  Alec made to go after him, but Magnus tugged him back in place.  He kissed Alec like it was their last.  He pulled Alec against him like he had when they were ten years younger.  Alec straddles his hips and held Magnus tightly as their kisses grew gentle and less frantic.  He felt his heart pounding in his chest as they caught their breath.  

“Alexander,” Magnus’s voice was hot on his ear.  “We vowed a long time ago to make every day count, this doesn’t change that.”

“There’s just less days than we ever imagined,” Alec whispered sadly as he buried his face in Magnus’s neck.  

That Christmas Aaron joined them again and this time Magnus got suspicious when Alec kept forcing them all to spend time together while he hung back to watch and observe.  Max still adored Aaron and chatted to him happily.  He was probably happy for a distraction after the last few depressing months.  His diagnosis hadn’t gotten easier or better as time went on.  He slept more and socialized even less than usual.  Jace and Izzy were so busy they hadn’t noticed yet, but they would soon.  It wasn’t until Max was safely in bed and Aaron was home that Magnus confronted him.

“Alexander,” Magnus’s voice was unusually firm, especially in their bed.  “Who, exactly, is Aaron?  You two aren’t friends.  I don’t care what you say.”

“We are friends,” Alec told him truthfully.  He’d sat on the phone with Aaron plenty of times when talking to Magnus was too hard.  “Then again, it’s complicated.”

“You were crying when he was goofing around with Max,” Magnus said carefully.  “You stood in the kitchen crying.  I wanted to comfort you, but your eyes were so far away it was like you weren’t here anymore.  Tell me what’s going on.”

“Aaron is for you,” Alec said quietly.  He sighed and brought the duvet up to his chin.  “He’s here for you to love when I’m gone.”

A look of horror came over Magnus’s face.  “Alec, how could you even-”

“I don’t want you to sit alone,” Alec said firmly, remembering the day he first got his diagnosis and how he had felt.  His first thought had been of Magnus, and during his long walk through the park he had contemplated just what Magnus would do when he was gone. “Max is only a young teenager right now, and he might only be eighteen when you have to put me in a home.”

“I’d never do that!” Magnus protested.  “I’m going to take care of you.”

“That isn’t practical,” Alec argued.  “You have a son to look after, plus a career.  You can’t just sit and watch me all the time.  I could be violent, and I won’t know where I am after some time.  You can’t let Max watch his dad like that.”

“So your idea is to distract me with this-this guy?” Magnus was angry as he started to pace.  “You honestly think you could be replaced?  You think it’s going to be that easy?!  You’re dying and you want me to just forget about you.”

“No,” Alec fought the tears burning at his eyes.  “You can’t just waste your life with a vegetable.  I want you to accept that and move on  I know you’ll be devastated and I want someone to help you through that when I can’t.”  Alec looked at him as he swallowed the lump in his throat  “I can’t imagine how you’re going to feel the first time I don’t know you, or Max.   I’m going to lose some speech function, or how to bathe myself.  I know you’re going to be with me til the very end.  But it’s going to kill you, and I want someone there to pick up the pieces.  I want someone to love you.  To love you when I can’t anymore, when I won’t know how.”

“Alec,” Magnus choked out as he clutched the dresser to keep himself standing.  His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs.  “I could never love anyone the way I love you.”

“Nobody is asking you to,” Alec said with a small, wry smile.  “I told Aaron that.  I told him it might be decades before you begin to love him and not resent him.  I also told him that if he was patient, and if you two got there, then there was nothing better in the whole world.  He’s going to be great for Max.  Max wil need someone as he grows into being an adult and finds someone for him to love.  He’ll need help with his first kid and advice after his first married fight.”

“Max wants you.” Magnus slowly lowered himself to the bed where Alec drew him close to him.  

“I know,” Alec let the tears fall freely as he stared at the ceiling.  “Magnus, I’m not doing this to be cruel.  I’m going to teach him how to love you.  I’m not going to make you love him, but I’m going to make sure you are loved.  I can’t stand you being alone.”

“I’ll always love you,” Magnus promised him.  “Always, I promise you.  Even when all you do is stare out the window at the birds I’ll still love you.  When you don’t remember our love story, I’ll tell it to you.  I promise I’ll visit.”

“If you don’t, I’ll understand.” Alec told him softly.  “I’m not going to tell you to love Aaron, but I hope you do.  I hope you find a way to love him.  He’s a great person, and I like him. “  He gave a shuddering sigh and stroked Magnus’s hair.  “When I was eighteen I was horrified that one day you might forget me and move on with someone else, and now that’s all I can hope for.”

“I’m not going to forget you,” Magnus said with finality.  

Alec kissed his hair.  “I know you won’t baby, I know that.”


To the one that loves him next,

Today I received a diagnosis for early onset Alzheimer’s.  It’s as horrifying as you can imagine.  I’m not a man of words, but this is important.  Magnus is worth all the words I have to give.  The doctors tell me I’ll probably be in a home within five years, and the years before that won’t be easy.  I can’t imagine things the other way around, and I guess I’m selfishly grateful they aren’t.  

So, down to business.  If you’re holding this letter then that means I like you enough to trust you with the best thing that’s ever happened to me, my husband.  I love him more than I could ever say, and I’m leaving that to you.  This letter won’t cover everything but it will cover some basics.  This letter is hard for me to write so if I forget some things I apologize.  I know you’ll do your best with him, or you would never get this letter in the first place.  

I guess I’ll start with his night  habits.  Magnus is a night owl and he works til ungodly hours.  You’ll want to go to bed, but wait for him.  He likes when someone sits on the couch by him even if he’ll tell you that you can go to bed.  He likes the company and bouncing ideas you won’t understand off of you  You need to watch him for signs of exhaustion though, as he ignores them most of the time.  As well as the classic signs like nodding off and slumping shoulders, his blue sparks become paler when he’s exhausted and his energy is nearly gone.  The normal rich blue becomes pale and that’s when you drag him to bed.  Tuck him in tightly after you take his clothes and and let him be the little spoon when he’s tired.  Normally he wraps you up in his long arms, but when he’s exhausted he likes to be cuddled.

Then there’s his coffee  He likes it with ten creams and ten sugars, no matter the size of the cup.  He liked caramel in it too every so often.  Bring him the first cup in bed and he’ll wake up in a very good  mood.  This is very effective when the two of you have somewhere to be in the morning.  

Chairman Meow will probably pass away soon, get him another cat.  He’ll be all dramatic saying he’ll never love another cat.  Trust me, get him another.  Wait a few months and then just bring one home.  He’ll love it immediately.  I’ve never seen anyone love any cat more than Magnus.   Make sure it’s a kitten and that it has a sweet personality.  Nothing that looks too much like Chairman, black hair and blue eyes are his favorite combination. 

I’m quickly running out of ideas I can write out without breaking down.  Just love him, as much as humanly possible.  I know it won’t be easy at first, if ever.  Magnus isn’t always easy to love, and I understand.  He’s moody, stubborn, and he steals the covers most of the time.  He’ll change furniture when you’re sleeping and make you hit your shins more than once.  He’ll act like the cat is more important than you are.  He plays pop music too loudly most of the time and sings with it.  He drags you into dancing when you’re in the middle of paperwork.  He loves impromptu ice cream trips.   These things seem fun and cute right now, but after a few years it gets annoying.  Love him anyways.  Love him when he’s angry and will probably hate you.  Know that he doesn’t hate you, only that you aren’t me.  He’s going to be sad for a long, long time, but when he smiles it’s like the clouds clearing for the sun.  Love him through the days when he can’t get out of bed.  Love him when he’s happy and dancing naked through the house.  Love him forever, and you won’t regret it.

Please make sure he’s alright for me.  Make sure he’s happy again someday.  Make sure he throws his head back and laughs without a care again.  Make sure he eats that tub of ice cream during show marathons.  It’s unhealthy, but he loves it.  Take him outside and remind him why life is so beautiful even after loss.  Tell him that I’ll always love him, no matter what.  

He’ll talk about me and other people a lot.  It’s going to make you jealous and drive you crazy, but don’t let it.  This is how he remembers, by dropping hints about them.  

I’m trusting you with two amazing people that will make you so happy.  I loved my time with them, so please appreciate it too.  This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I trust my judgement.  Magnus will teach you all about Max,, since that one I can’t write about.  Max is our ray of sun on every single bad day.  We adore him more than anyone in this world.  He’s easy to love, much easier than his father sometimes.  

I guess that’s all I can think of to tell you.  Thank you for being patient with us, and for being there for him.  Enjoy your ever day you get with him to the fullest, make the minutes count.   I can’t tell you what this means to me that he has someone to be with.  Love him when I can’t any longer, be there when I won’t.  

Alexander Lightwood

king of pigeons

Summary: coffee shop au (ish. at first). fluffiest of the fluff.

Words: 1290

note: in this au baz is more openly gay and confident in that sense. also more happy. probably because he’s not a vampire. simon is more bashful. probably because baz is supermegafoxyawesomehot.

please let me know what you think! I love feedback (good or bad) and it makes my day to know that people are actually reading my writing eheh c:

Thud. Splash.

Simon froze. He slowly looked up to meet the eyes of the person he had just spilled coffee all down the front of. Deep grey eyes. Dark hair. An expensive-looking dark blue sweater, now covered in coffee. He stared incredulously down at his dripping sweater then up at Simon.

“I- I’m so sorry!” Simon stuttered, he felt his cheeks turn pink. “I’ll just go get-” He gestured vaguely towards the napkins at the front of the coffee shop, turned, and promptly tripped over a chair. A hand shot out from nowhere and caught his arm as he fell, pulling him upright. 

“Apology accepted. Are you always this clumsy?” Simon glanced at his arm caught in sweater-boy’s grasp and quickly snatched it back. The boy’s lips were quirked in an amused smirk but his eyes were friendly. 

“Yes. No.” Simon cringed. “I don’t know.” He couldn’t seem to find the right words. It was all that boy’s fault. He was looking at Simon with those grey eyes and Simon couldn’t think straight. “Sorry.” Simon muttered. The boy laughed and shook his head.

“Baz.” He held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.” Simon reluctantly extended his own. “I’m Simon. Simon Snow.”

“Snow? What kind of name is that?” The smirk returned, more pronounced this time.

Simon squared his shoulders and frowned. “Mine, that’s what kind of name it is.”

“You’re really going to talk to me like that after what you did to my sweater?” He pointed at the brown stain slowly sinking into the knitted fabric.

“Oh. Right, sorry.”

“Apology not accepted.”

“Good. Wait, what?”

“I said, apology not accepted.” Baz moved past Simon to grab napkins from the counter. Simon dumbfoundedly watched him go. Apology not accepted? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Baz returned a few moments later with a fist full of napkins and a mischievous smile on his face. 

“Apology not accepted,” he paused, “Unless, you let me buy you a coffee to make up for the one you wasted on my sweater.”

Simon frowned, “Fine.”

“As a date.”

Simon blushed, “Fine…” 

Baz dabbed nonchalantly at his sweater. “Like I’m a guy and you’re a guy, and we’re going to go on a date. Romantically.”

Simon blushed harder, “Okay.”


The golden-haired boy, Simon, was hot. There was no denying it. One glance at him and Baz couldn’t tear his eyes away. He looked delicious, like something you could eat. A human pastry. A scone, perhaps. Or, like, a really attractive waffle. (Tawny skin and golden hair. Waffle. Baz wasn’t crazy). 

Baz didn’t usually ask guys on a date out of the blue like that. He’d been splashed with hot coffee and looked up at the offender, expecting to see some grumpy businessman, only to find an irresistibly rumpled and comically bewildered boy staring up at him with wide blue eyes. He couldn’t be mad at that. And he stuttered. Absolutely adorable. Hardly knowing what he was doing, it felt as if some outside force compelled him to ask the boy out. 

And now he was hand in hand with Simon in a park. It was unreal. 

That first date was spent saying less than they wanted, and what little was said didn’t come out right. The next date was better.

“What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?”

Simon scrunched his eyebrows, “I don’t know. I don’t really think about whether or not something is stupid, I just do it.” They were hand in hand in that same park lying on a grassy hill under the darkening autumn sky. There was a slight chill in the air and Baz scooted closer to Simon.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey!” His chin jutted forward. “I am not! What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Ask you out.” Baz teased. Simon made a little frustrated grumbling sound in his throat. “But actually,” Baz continued, “One time I locked my sister in her closet on accident. Then I forgot about it and my mom and I spent the whole day looking for her.”

“That is stupid.”

“I know.”

“What’s you’re mom like?”

“Nice. And stern. And…” he paused, searching for the right way to say it. “Dead.” He cringed at the way the word fell flat in the air. It just stuck there, unmoving and uncomfortable. There wasn’t really a right way to say it. He felt Simon tense up. “Oh.”


“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.” Simon was silent. Baz chuckled, “Great second date topic. I obviously know how to get all the guys.” Simon laughed, “You should try spilling coffee on them. Works every time.”

“I’ll try to remember that. Thanks for the advice, Snow.”

“Was that sarcasm?”

“What do you think.”

“I think it was.”

“Look at you, Snow, the bloody genius.” He sat up and made a grand sweeping motion at some pigeons nearby, “Did you hear that, birds? Why aren’t you bowing down to the all-powerful mastermind overlord Snow? You are not worthy subjects.” The pigeons cooed and pecked at the grass. Baz snorted and turned to Simon, “Peasants, am I right?”

Simon shook with silent laughter. “Am I king of the pigeons?” He choked out, struggling to sit up. Baz grinned, “Yes, but some day you hope to expand your kingdom to include the rodents.”

“What about humans? May I some day lord over them as well?”

“No. They are too beneath you. They are not worth your time.”

“Of course.” Simon grinned back at him. “I knew that. I was just testing you.” Baz stood up and swept him a low graceful bow, extending a hand. “I did not doubt you for a moment, oh mighty Snow.” 

Simon took his hand and Baz pulled him up with unexpected force. Enough that Simon stumbled forward into Baz. And suddenly there they were.

Faces centimeters apart.

Bodies pressed together.

Hot breath quivering with life in the cool air.

Dusty grey eyes staring into sky blue ones. 

And Simon felt he was falling, falling…and Baz caught him with his lips. And they were kissing. More than kissing. It was a dance, pressing forward and falling back, feeling and tasting and touching and smelling. Baz smelled of cedar and bergamot and Simon inhaled deeply, a small sigh escaping him as Baz tugged gently at his hair. His hands left trails of tingling skin wherever they touched on his neck and face.

Simon was soft and warm. His lips were hot and his hands gripped firmly on Baz’s neck. And he tasted like a pastry. Baz had to break away to laugh. Simon looked worried.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you’re perfect. You’re absolutely wonderful, it’s just-” He laughed again. “You taste like a pastry.”

“I do?” He looked utterly bewildered, curls haphazardly falling in his face. Irresistible.

“Yes, you do. Now shut up and kiss me.” Baz leaned in but Simon pulled away.

“Why is that funny?” 

Baz groaned at the effort of having to explain himself. “When I first saw you I thought you looked delicious. Like a pastry, that’s the metaphor I used. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know why. All I know is that you’re absolutely beautiful so can I please kiss you now?” 

Simon didn’t reply. Instead he twisted his fingers in Baz’s hair and pulled his lips to his own. And Baz was falling, falling. And he never wanted to come back.