Don't open the closet

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Photography by Cecil Beaton, NYC for Vogue USA, 1948.

"He was the most exquisite man I think I've ever seen. When I first met him, he was sweaty and sand stuck to him as if an artist had painstakingly applied each grain. He smelled of activity and musk and wheat fields. His body was perfectly and powerfully developed, a specimen not often seen in those post-War years. He was built like a stevedore, but he had the most beautiful and fragile of faces--smooth, flawless skin; a full and sensuous mouth; luxuriant eyelashes; a sweet smile. I thought of murky fairy tales my mother had read to me as a child, in which unwary people wandered into forests and discovered magical creatures who combined human traits with animal, with flora, with elements."