Hi! Just discovered your adorable drabbles and they're like cherries, I can't stop. If you're still doing this, can I request #45, Lucien + anyone you think will fit better, I just want my fox boy happy? thanks a lot :D
That is the cutest compliment ever? I have written Lucien + Cassian because I need more gay in my life and #fandom wife reasons. I hope you like it! I really like making Lucien happy, so… if anyone wants more Lucien + anyone, I’m down for that.
Prompt: You look pretty hot in plaid
Lucien walked out of the bedroom, tugging on the hem of his shirt and frowning. “You’d think the Autumn Court could come up with something more original than this. Of all the things to force us to wear to this meeting. I expected apple cider and bonfires and pumpkin pie, but this is really pushing the limit. I had forgotten how prosaic they can be.”
“You look pretty hot in plaid,” Cassian said, shrugging. He took Lucien in from his seat, the heavy fabric of Lucien’s shirt doing nothing to conceal his broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. Cassian was already thinking about the last time he had held those hips between his palms, and it wasn’t doing much to help him remain collected.
“Prosaic and plebeian,” Lucien continued. He was going to give in to what he knew would be Cassian’s insistence that he looked perfectly fine, better, even, but not quite yet. Not before he’d had his say about how annoyed he was that this inane tradition continued, even after Beron was no longer High Lord.
“Don’t be a snob,” Cassian said.
Lucien met Cassian in the middle of the room, hands now freed from the duty of pulling uncertainly on his clothing.
Cassian stood and strolled towards him. Reaching up, he adjusted the collar of Lucien’s shirt and then held it, pulling him closer.
“It’s a hard habit to kick. And I’m not being a snob. I just don’t like this shirt,” Lucien said.
“You know you look hot,” Cassian protested. He gave another small tug and Lucien had to balance on his toes to keep himself from falling into him.
“Really? I mean, it’s just-“ Lucien made an uncertain gesture towards his clothing.
“It’s very rugged. Very manly. I think I might not be able to help myself.” He cocked his head at Lucien, trademark grin mysteriously absent. “You remind me of a lumberjack. Making your living on the land, with nothing but your brute strength and wits to keep you alive.” His usual grin finally appeared, and the scowl that was threatening Lucien’s face was replaced with a reluctant smile.
“What are you going to do about it, then? Make up pretty stories about two lumberjacks in the woods and how they met and formed a lifelong attachment?” Lucien asked.
“Who said anything about two lumberjacks? Although, that’s not a bad idea…” Cassian leaned forward and their lips met.
“When do we go, then?” Lucien asked when they pulled apart.
“I think you misunderstood, dearest. I have no intention of living in the woods, even if the clothing is quite becoming. I do expect you to wear that more often, though.”
“Fine. But only if I get to pick out an outfit for you, as well. I’m thinking something along the lines of a fireman?”
Cassian ranked on Lucien’s shirt once more, bringing his lips to Lucien’s collarbone before answering.