so this fanart is so beautiful it inspired me to write a little ficlet based off of it. i hope that’s okay, @krisrix ! this is probably my favourite piece of yours to date.
There must be a smile on Simon’s mouth, even though he’s using everything he has not to show it. The flower petals tickle the backs of his arms, shifting restlessly with his every step towards Baz. Who is still frowning.
Simon can’t really blame him for that. Baz is a fiend for punctuality any day - but today, especially, means something to him. To both of them.
They kissed for the first time, four years ago today. They sneaked back to Pitch manor and sat in front of the fire, and kissed some more. Held hands and talked until the sun came up. They fell asleep together, and they woke up knowing things were different.
Simon knows Baz has all kinds of things planned for today. He’s always been the one out of the two of them to go for grand gestures. Simon usually sticks to making dinner and nearly burning the house down. But he felt like doing something new this year.
He sees Baz’s face change once he gets closer. The frown slips slightly out of place, into a more puzzled look. “Snow, did you put on perfume?”
Simon makes his best confused face. It’s hard. “No? Why?”
“You smell like…” Baz shakes his head. “Roses.”
“Oh, no. That must be from these.” And Simon pulls the bouquet out from behind his back.
It’s a beautiful arrangement. Simon made the trip right into the heart of town to get it, from the florist Baz likes. (Baz has never gotten anything from there, but he’s commented something nice about the display every time they’ve passed it.) The roses are vivid, fresh and abundant - it takes two hands for Simon to hold it properly.
Simon doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a look of surprise on Baz’s face before. His mouth is open. His eyes flick between the flowers and Simon’s face like he can’t decide which one is more astounding.
Simon’s finally let his smile free. It’s making his cheeks hurt. “Happy anniversary, Baz.”
Baz is kissing him before he can get the flowers out of the way. Simon laughs against his lips and gently pushes him back. “Bouquet! I didn’t pay so much just so you could crush it.”
Baz is shaking his head again. His cheeks are tinted red. He reaches a hand out, and Simon presses the flowers into his hand. “Simon. They’re beautiful.”
“Good,” Simon says. “I’m glad you like them.”
Simon moves closer and loops an arm around Baz’s shoulder, pulling him in (sideways this time) for a kiss. “I’ll be better about being on time next year, though.”
“Next year,” Baz says. It’s half a playful threat, and half a promise.
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