since we’re bound to be something, why not together // the maybe it starts now epilogue
He’s freaking out, yes, but he’s also starting to smile, imagining what Eliott would look like in a fitted tux, imagining his face if Lucas were to get down on one knee and hold a flat palm out to him with a ring resting neatly in the centre of it.
how was my babies' honeymoon? where did they go? how many innocent people did they make sick with their lovey doveyness? my misn missing heart needs the details 🥺🥺🥺
asdffjdkf oh my goodness you KNOW they were so disgustingly romantic that they traumatized some poor tourists who were just looking to take some nice photos to send to their grandparents 😔
but this had me Thinking, so here’s a little ficlet below the cut, of what elu got up to on their 🍯🌙
It took them a long time to decide on a place to go, and then it only took seconds.
There was much debate leading up to the wedding: what would be too expensive, what would be too crowded, what would be too busy or too boring.
They throw out city names like they’re throwing darts at a map: Berlin, Vienna, Nice, Oslo, Madrid, Cairo, Edinburgh, Tokyo, Kathmandu.
It’s a question that floats, untethered and translucent, until one night when they’re sitting on the sofa together, legs tangled, with Chelou curled in Eliott’s lap and Lucas’ computer open on his. Eliott has his head titled back towards the ceiling, lips pursed together, thinking.
Then, suddenly, Lucas says, “Eli. Look at this Air BnB.”
He turns his laptop towards Eliott, adjusts the brightness so he can see a small, idyllic cottage at the base of a mountain, surrounded by wildflowers.
“It’s in our price range.”
Eliott gasps, leaning forward reach for the laptop, ignoring the annoyed grunt from Chelou as she’s dislodged from his lap.
“Where?” He asks a little breathlessly, eyes narrowing in on the information listed beside the photo. When he glances back up at Lucas, he’s smiling, bright as sunshine. “Switzerland?”
“Switzerland.”
So, in the end, it really only takes seconds. Seconds for them to book the cabin for the week following their wedding, for them to receive a pending email, and for them to burst into a round of excited laughter, falling into each other on the sofa.
Their friends are decidedly underwhelmed by their decision, woefully lamenting that they’re passing up an opportunity to venture out into great wide world, but it doesn’t bother Lucas and Eliott so much, knowing that they can only spend so much money, knowing that it’s a place that neither of them have been before, knowing that what they really both want, more than anything, is time: time where they can be together somewhere, really together, without any distractions, without deadlines or expectations or commitments.
Eliott reminds Lucas of this while they’re on the train, lifting their linked hands from his lap and pressing a soft kiss to Lucas’ knuckles, nuzzling into his hand.
“I’m excited,” Eliott says lowly, and Lucas nods, glancing down at the tourist guide that sits open over his thigh.
“I hope so. You’re the one who booked the tour.” He hums. “Those baby giraffe legs of yours will be useful when you need to carry me up the mountain.”
Eliott laughs, his breath warm against Lucas’ skin. “Sure, I’ll carry you,” he says easily. “But it never mattered to me where we went. You know that, right?” He gently pries open Lucas’ palm, presses a kiss to his heart line. “I just want to be with you.” A delicate pause. “Preferably in a bed.”
Lucas snorts, pushing Eliott’s face away with his open palm. “We get it, Demaury.” He says dryly. “We get it.”
Eliott winks at him, at least, it could be a wink, and it’s so embarrassing and endearing that Lucas can’t help but lean in towards him, smoothing his fingers through Eliott’s hair, dancing along his cheekbone.
“I know,” he says softly. He tucks a strand of Eliott’s hair behind his ear. “I feel the same way.”
The cabin is exactly as advertised: small, cozy, rustic, romantic in a way that has Lucas, despite his teasing towards Eliott earlier, reaching for his shirt the second that the door closes behind them, dragging him towards the double bed covered in layers of wool blankets. There, they create a tiny world of love all over again, the same world they build around themselves everywhere they land, turning the light golden and the air sweet.
They don’t surface until the next morning, when Lucas grudgingly agrees to leave the cabin for the guided hike through the mountains Eliott booked a space on weeks ago, coaxed out of the cabin with the promise of food and the sight of Eliott in a pair of denim shorts and hiking boots.
They’re nearly late because Eliott won’t stop taking pictures of the mountains, and Lucas won’t stop taking pictures of Eliott, but when they arrive at the meeting point, out of breath and already sweating at their temples, their tour guide just grins knowingly at them.
“Honeymoon, eh?” She asks. She’s older, with long grey hair tied into two thick braids, and when she smiles, her eyes crinkle at the corners like well-loved pages. She thumbs over her shoulder at another couple, two girls sitting on a rock together, trading slow kisses between bites of a shared granola bar. “You’re not the only ones.”
The group is small, comprised of Eliott and Lucas, the guide, the other couple, and five university students from Ireland, who all take turns shaking Eliott and Lucas’ hands excitedly after they introduce themselves.
The sun is high when they start hiking, the wind warm and pleasant. Their guide takes them through what she calls a “beginner’s trail,” but it still manages to exhaust every one of them. By the time they take their first break, Lucas is sweating through his shirt and complaining that his legs are so sore Eliott might actually have to carry him down.
But when they reach the end of their climb, a lookout point halfway up to a peak, there is only silence. Silence and awe as they all take in the gold and green valley below them, the singing wind in their ears, the thin, fresh air in their lungs.
Eliott has the guide take a picture of them there, pressed together at the edge of the lookout, dishevelled and tired and smiling so widely the guide feels the corners of her own mouth turning up in response.
“You’re beautiful together,” she tells them softly, seriously, making the both of them blush.
The view is spectacular, the type of view that begs to be ingested in real-time, not captured and carried away in a case, and they stay there as long as they possibly can, feeling every minute slip over their skin as it passes, until the guide tells them they need to get going if they want to make it back to the valley by sunset.
No one is expecting going down to be more difficult than going up, but it is. They have to watch out for sliding heels and buckling knees now, bracing themselves on rocks and trees, fingers scraping against bark, catching on sharp ridges. Eliott loses his balance at one point, long arms flailing out, and Lucas just manages to catch him in time, gripping tightly onto his hands and his shirt, cackling as Eliott swears breathlessly, eyes as wide and startled as a fawn’s.
They return to the valley with long shadows, just as the sun kisses the highest peak of the mountains. They tip the guide, thanking her profusely for the day she gave them, and wave to the rest of the group before beginning the slow, aching trip back to their cabin.
They stop at a small store for food, filling a basket with bread, cheese, soup, fruit, porridge, and wine, Lucas winks at the cashier when her eyes slyly drift between him, Eliott, and the bottle of deep red.
“It’s like we’re radiating honeymoon energy,” Lucas says with a laugh when they’re outside again, huddling against the cold creeping in with the sun’s descent. “Everyone just knows.”
Eliott smiles, tucking Lucas’ hand into his hoodie pocket, their fingers linked together. “I don’t doubt it.”
Lucas wrinkles his nose. “Eliott, are we gross? Are we that couple?”
Eliott ducks his head to press to fleeting kiss to Lucas’ forehead. “I think we are, baby.” He says solemnly.
“Well.” Lucas hides a grin in Eliott’s shoulder, leaning into his side, their feet weaving a lazy, curving path along the quiet road. “I think I like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Lucas tilts his head up to glance at him, eyes dark in the dimming light. “Because I feel it all the time, you know. How much I love you. It’s like a...like a spark beneath my skin. I like the idea that other people can feel it too.”
Eliott’s gaze travels up to the expansive sky. He feels as though he could touch the very edges of it. “I like it too.” He takes his hand out of his warm pocket, wraps his arm around Lucas’ shoulders to tug him more firmly into his side. “I like you.” He had meant it to be sweet, teasing, but once the words are out of his mouth, they don’t feel like enough, not nearly enough for the perfect way Lucas folds into his side, for the way the curve of his smile makes Eliott’s heart race. So he tilts his head down, and it’s an awkward angle, but he manages a kiss, soft and lingering, and he whispers right into Lucas’ lips, “I love you.”
Lucas lets out a sigh, arching up into Eliott. “I love you too.” He kisses him again, teasing, and gently bites down on Eliott’s bottom lip. “Hey. Did you know that we’re married?”
Eliott frowns. “Are we?”
“Think so. We signed a document and everything.”
“Huh.” Eliott pulls away, ignoring Lucas’ pouting lips and tugging him off of the main road, back towards their cabin. “I completely forgot about that.”
“That’s okay.” Lucas’ grin is moonlight and want, bare and bright. “I’ll just have to keep reminding you.”
Eliott squeezes him in closer, and he feels the rapturous history of every moment they’ve ever spent together when he says, “Promise?”
Lucas kisses him again, and it feels like breathless edge of every moment that’s still to come when says, “Promise.”
any new fics or oneshots in the works? i miss your writing 💖
hello love!! 💞💞
i sat on this ask for a while, because i wanted to respond when i actually had something concrete to say, SO i have a few requests sitting in my inbox, some for prompts, some for continuations of stories, and right i’m trying to plan to answer a few of them, and the place i’m starting is an epilogue for misn, where i can answer some of the questions i’ve received about these darlings, AND have a bit more fun in that universe.
the epilogue is in very, very early stages, but here’s a lil sneak peek 🌸
a dream of you and me // maybe it starts now part 7
They kiss, and it's a kiss borne out of excitement, of the giddy rush of youth mixed with endless time and possibility, but it’s also a kiss of reassurance, a small I’m here with you and a beautifully comforting, I think we’ll be okay, the two of us.
“I love you,” Lucas murmurs between one kiss and another, their foreheads pressed together, his hands cupping the sides of Eliott’s neck. “Thank you. For listening to me. For being amazing.”
“I love you too,” Eliott says softly into his ear, kissing the skin just below it. “We’re going to be okay, baby. We’re going to make it.”
or, there is love, and everything else will follow
ok so the misn epilogue has me seriously curious who I need to scream at/bribe/blackmail to get you a literary agent... like seriously there is nothing I need more in this ENTIRE WORLD than your debut novel
asdfjsjdkfk omg 😭😭😭
Believe me, sweet anon, there is nothing I want more either!!! of course always easier said than done 😞 but we’re keeping the dream alive!!
But omg I’m just asdfjk this is so lovely!!! thank you so much 💛💛💛💛
