Urfriendmidas - Midas(s)

Me, hopefully whispering in the ears of some fanfic writers: “portrait of a lady on fire/dead boy detectives AU”

dead boy detectives rocky horror au…. let me cook

so, edwin enlisting charles’ help in learning how to kiss, right?

charles being like, “all right. before we get started, show me what you think you know about kissing.”

and edwin looks at him nonplussed. “charles, i do not know anything about kissing. that is why we are taking part in this ex—”

“nah, mate, i know that. but, like, you’ve got to have some idea, yeah? like… what you’d do in 1908, or whatever.”

“i was eight years old in 1908.”

“you know what i mean!”

and edwin is all, “…fine.”

and he sort of… sits lost in thought for a minute. charles is expecting him to go in for a very chaste peck, or something. even a kiss on the cheek.

but edwin reaches for one of charles’ hands instead. picks it up delicately, curls his fingers around charles’ in a loose but undeniable hold that charles could pull free from, if he wanted.

edwin dips his head, and glances up at charles through his lashes as if for assent, and then he raises charles’ hand to press a brushing kiss to charles’ knuckles, not looking away all the while.

“charmed, i’m certain, mr. rowland,” he murmurs, still bent low over charles’ hand.

and just as quickly, he’s let charles’ hand drop again, is withdrawing his own back to his lap, looking at charles like he’s expecting to be graded.

and charles is like, what the fuck??? was that??? blushing. completely flustered. gobsmacked. taken out at the knees. can a hand kiss make him fall in love???

girl why is it giving scooby doo and the mystery gang ??

You, dead boy detectives, are the best show I know.

I've watched l'amour ouf at the theatre. it made me want to fall in love.

reblog if you think sapphic ships deserve more love

going back home and seeing our hometown covered in a white blanket of snow through the train window is so great.