#almost........

hello lovely! this is so unbelievably sweet and i’m so sorry it has taken me a million years to respond! thank you thank you thank you for your kind words my love! i hope you enjoy this little bit pre-wedding elu fluff! 🤵🏻💍🤵🏻

   “It’s tradition!” Eliott squawks from behind the hotel room door.

   “Baby, if we’re talking about tradition, I’ve got some news for you about what traditionally happened to two dudes who wanted to get married…”

   Lucas can actually hear the roll of Eliott’s eyes through the heavy wood of the door.

   “You know what I mean, smart ass.” His tone is a mixture of petulant exasperation and hopeless fondness. 

   Lucas loves that he can always hear in Eliott’s voice how much he adores him. Even when Lucas is being deliberately annoying, even when they’re in the middle of their worst fights or unable to keep their eyes open as tiredness takes over their bodies, Lucas can always hear so much love in the way Eliott speaks to him. 

   He places a hand on the door, suddenly more desperate than ever to feel the steadiness of Eliott’s heartbeat under his palm.

   “Yeah, I know.” He lets out a sigh, “And you know I don’t wanna do anything to jinx this, I just…”

   “I know, Lu. Me too.” The soft sound of Eliott’s hand touching the wood on the other side of the door fills Lucas’ entire body with a calmness that feels like warm honey, “Forty-five minutes. In forty-five minutes we’ll be standing in front of everyone we love, making promises about forever, and i’ll finally be able to kiss you as my husband.” 

   They share a moment of blissful silence through the door before Eliott breaks it again,

   “Now leave me alone to finish getting ready or I’ll be late!”

   “Okay, fine!” Lucas huffs out an elated giggle, “I love you.”

   “I love you too, Mr Lallement.”

   “Lallemant-Demaury.”

   “Not yet.”

   “Forty-five minutes.”

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im sNORTING

i know..........