"I don't know what you're into," Patrick started, leading the dark haired man through isles of shelves. "But, we've got a whole range of different collections from throughout the nineteen hundreds, lots of Milton, Homer's Odyssey, The Metamorphoses, pretty much anything you could want, really." The small librarian rambled on, drifting off into his own world until they finally arrived at the bookcase that held the masterpieces he was fixated upon.
"This looks great, thank you..."
"Patrick."
"Thank you, Patrick." The dark haired man smiled. The small blonde could have sworn his heart skipped a beat.
It was highly unprofessional, and very unlike Patrick, to be attracted to his visitors. But there was something about this mystery man that the blonde found himself drawn to. Perhaps it was his slightly punk rock exterior, the tattoos covering his arm, his slightly scruffy hair and rough stubble that framed his jaw or his flawless tan skin that complimented his short but muscular build perfectly. What ever it was, Patrick found himself stumbling over his thoughts whenever the man so much as looked at him.
"You're welcome..." Patrick mumbled out, an unusual shyness overcoming him.
"Pete."
"You're welcome, Pete."
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Librarian - Peterick
Fanfic/ON HOLD/ Patrick owns a library. He spends all his days with his head in the clouds surrounded by the calming scent of books. His puppy Xlotl (aka Lottie) is the only consistent company he has. Until a local aspiring poet starts spending every lunc...
