DRABBLE 1: [FLUFF] MADISON
[GINGERCAN|TUMBLR]

You lean on your elbow at the glass display table you're sitting behind. Ever since Christmas and New Year passed the number of customers coming and going had also decreased. There were no more old ladies who wanted to buy the stainless steel watches you sold to their equally old husbands who couldn't actually read the time because of their failing eyesight, nor were there eager young wives desperate to please their loves. Also, the occasional guy who tried to get your number wasn't there either.

"Erm, excuse me?" You lift your eyes, expecting to see some oversized bloke standing over you, but instead you're met by beautiful blue eyes, nervously looking at you.

You immediately sit straight and brush a few strands of stray hair behind your ear.

Way to go Madison, how professional, you curse yourself internally.

"How may I help you, sir?" You try not to sound different but you don't know how. He's absolutely gorgeous, with high cheek bones and dark hair in contrast to his baby blues. You probably ended up sounding like a blushing schoolgirl but you couldn't be bothered.

"I- er, I need help. You see, lets say, er, lets say metaphorically I was a sassy gay guy who loved fashi- fashion, what would I buy?" he asked shyly. "Metaphorically of course." he added.

You squint at him hard, trying to see pass his bundle of in the closet gorgeousness, but you decide to help him anyway.

"Well, first of all, don't buy him a watch. He has better arm candy to wear than a Tag Heuer watch. Too manly." you told the man. "I know I should be promoting this stuff to you, but your loverboy won't like it, trust me." you said boldly.

"He's not my-" he broke off when you raised an eyebrow at him, blushing a deep shade of red.

"That's alright, my brother's in the closet too." you winked at him. It wasn't true at all, but this boy needed the comfort.

"Hey, I get off at lunch, which is in about-" you look down at the glass cabinet keeping all the watches. "- fifteen minutes? How about we go shop for him then." you offer a kind smile, for it wasn't every day anyone would accept a stranger to shop with them, but this boy seemed desperate. He blinked at you, and you blinked back, and he nodded stiffly.

"Alright. Er, I'll go get us some coffee?" he offered.

"Sounds like a plan."

"I'm Al by the way." he lied, but you don't know.

"Madison."

..

"So, how long have you guys been together?" You slurp your ice blended latte while he walks nervously beside you, out of the departmental store you walk in and into some store with a strange name for men with insane clothing preferences. You knew it very well because the shop never ceased to catch your eye when you walk towards your workplace.

"Er, it'll be a year on the 10th this month. That's why I want to buy something special for him." he says almost uncomfortably. You whistle in amazement.

"Sweet. Lucky guy."

"I like to think that I'm the lucky one." he replies quietly.

"How so?" you ask, genuinely curious. He was already drop dead gorgeous, could there possibly be a more good looking man to fit him?

"He's just... Dazzling. He makes me feel happy all the time and never left out. He saved my life before, so I owe him that much. He's just about too perfect for me, I think. I really hope this works out, because I, I really want to buy him something he wants, or can use, or anything." he says, and you've never seen him speak so enthusiastically about anything else since you just met.

"If he loves you as much as you love him, you can buy a rock and he'll still love it." you smile back politely, and he glares at you, but not unkindly.

..

"So, which one do you think says 'dark, sexy, and sweet'?" you turn your head to the end of the long glass cabinet to see a man leaning over it with his head on his hands. His dark raven hair is spiked up perfectly, topped off with glitter to make it sparkle. He wore heavy eyeliner and probably had more metal on his body than in the cabinets which kept the watches you sold but he looked... Dazzling. He looks part Asian, with bronzed skin and slanted eyes, but he was still handsome.

He was also obviously gay.

"Er, this one is quite nice." you scramble to slide open the glass door and take out one which could give his glitter a run for its money. He chuckles deeply in his throat.

"No, honey. It's not for me." he said. "It's for my boyfriend. We have an anniversary coming up on the 10th." you cock your head to the side.

Could this be? You don't dare ask.

"Wow, lucky guy." you try saying again.

"Of course I am. No one else can get such a fabulous boyfriend such as my Alexander. He's absolutely darling, and not to mention delicious." he winks at you. It may be wrong that you feel hot in the cheeks because he doesn't play for your team but once again you can't help it.

"Just out of curiosity, how do you change clothes?" you ask, trying to change the subject and giving in to the fact that his pants were so tight.

"After years of practice it's pretty much just like a snap of the fingers." he replies. You smile and pull out a black watch. It was as the man said he wanted: Dark, sexy and sweet. Also, it reminded her just of 'Al', who was clad completely in black save his brown shoes when he came the other day.

"Purr-fect." the man purred. "Thanks sweetie. How much would that be?" You tell him the price, and as he walks away to the cashier to pay you call after him, and he turns around.

"Yes, Madison?" he asks. You have a mini heart attack because you didn't tell him your name, but then you realize you have a name tag.

"Erm, you see, my company is doing a special customer based advert on that particular watch. I was wondering if you could send me a picture of you or your boyfriend wearing it. I think he's almost as gorgeous as you are." You blurt the last part out, suddenly conscious of what you just said, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Sure. Can I text it to you and you pass it on for me?" Phew, he bought it. You have to find out somehow.

"Yeah, here's my number, and you are?" You write down your phone number nervously on a piece of paper.

"Magnus. Magnus Bane." he took the paper, folded it, and stuffed it down a pocket.

"I'm Madison." you blurt out again

"Pretty name, sweetheart. Any name which starts with 'MA' is the best." he winks at you before he leaves

..

Your phone vibrates and you pick it up immediately, seeing a message being downloaded into your phone. It's a picture. You open it to see both your customers in it. Magnus, the sassy gay guy who dazzles like a disco ball had his arms wrapped around Al, the shy boy who wanted to buy something for his boyfriend. Al had his arm out displaying the watch that Magnus bought for him, from you, you might add, and he's smiling widely. You never seen that boy smile that way the whole three hours you were shopping with him. You have to squint a little, because Al's body was covering Magnus' but you could see he was wearing the purple blazer you helped Al pick up in that shop. It was a full suit, with detailed embroidery at the back along with studs and sequins, and you're sure Magnus was wearing it when the picture was taken.

They looked so happy and so in love that you feel jealous for a moment, but then happy for them. They were two people very much in love and you hope they'd live happily ever after like those fairy tales. You read the message below; 'Yes, he is almost as gorgeous as I am' and then look at the date today, It's the 10th.

Happy Anniversary, Magnus and Alexander, you think.

I solemnly swear the next one will be shorter.

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