I got the prompt of a meeting for a "Kiss a stranger"-video on tumblr and it turned into a sort experiment.

Tess: I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter and chances are always that I will revisit this AU. :)

Also, I posted a couple of future ideas for the Unintended-prompt over on my tumblr (freakypumpkin) in case anybody is interested and for everybody who is interested in the Thunder-prompt, here a quick reminder that I turned it into a not yet finished multi-chapter fic under the title 'BlindSpot'. (Specifically for the Guest currently reading through the prompts, I'm glad you're enjoying them. ^-^)

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Kiss a Stranger

Magnus loved himself.
He loved his life.
He loved being bisexual.
He was proud of himself.
He loved love.
Romantic or platonic.
Love should make people smile, to give them a light in dark times.
It shouldn't scare them and Magnus shouldn't be seen as brave for speaking his mind.
It should be normal.
And in a way, it shouldn't even be necessary.

Magnus decided to make a video.
A school project.
He would offer love for a whole day.
He put up a sign up, writing on it „Kiss a stranger."
He would collect pictures of random people on the street.
He would offer to kiss them while Catarina would make the picture.
He would make the picture himself if there was a couple passing by and agreeing to participate.

A kiss on the cheek.
A kiss on the lips.
A kiss on the temple.
Just a hug.

He met many strangers that day.
They were young.
They were old.
In the middle somewhere.
They were female.
They were male.
Or didn't identify with either.
They were laughing that day.
Some of them even donated a little bit of money for a charity fighting the fights of those beaten into silence. With words, with fists, with hate.

There was one stranger though.
He became sort of an acquaintance for Magnus over the day.
He sold salad and apples on the other side of the street.
He watched Magnus in between customers.
He would smile and Magnus would smile back.
Magnus would wave and the stranger would wave back.
Magnus asked for his name and the stranger answered.

„It's Alec."
„I'm Magnus."

Magnus got a bag of free apples that day.
He made a picture that day that he decided not to add to the video.
He witnessed a laugh that made everything feel a dozen times more right.
He got a number that day which he knew by heart two days later.

He had to pull two all-nighters to finish editing the video on time.
But it was okay.
It was worth it.

There were two arms resting around his waist.
There was warmth against his back.
There was the weight of a sleepy head on his shoulder.
There was warm breath against his neck.
There was a heartbeat so close to his own.
There was a new stranger in his life who was soon no stranger anymore.
The video showed all the pictures Magnus had taken that day.
Except for one.

The video ended with seven words.
„This is what we are fighting for."
There were eight more whispered against Magnus' neck.
„It's nothing we should have to fight for."
„I know, Alec."
He knew.

And he never forgot.

- No straight people were harmed during the making of this video. -