We were going to be flamingos together
Sommerchallenge-Prompt: Fluff - Wiedersehen - fürs Team
Fandom: Boston Legal
Genre: fluff, some humor, friendship/love
Handlung: Vignette for s2e6 Witches of Mass Destruction
A/N: I dramatised the ending a bit.
Länge: ~ 400 Wörter
Zeit: ~ 60 Minuten
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They have very different views on many things. Alan knows this. But until now, this had never touched the core of their relationship. They were Denny and Alan, no matter who voted for whom or who was in favour for or against guns. He loves Denny, mainly because he knows that deep down, he is a good guy. And he makes him laugh. Plus several other things he doesn‘t want to think too deeply about. And he knows that Denny loves him, God knows why.
Even when they fight, they are still Denny and Alan. Until now. That Denny calls him a pinko, liberal, democrat, commie isn’t so unusual, but the tone of his voice is.
I can’t look at you right now is.
I don’t wanna be in your company is even more so.
Alan swallows. He needs a drink, or he will never survive this Halloween party. It’s really silly to get so upset over a choice of Halloween costume. So what if Denny doesn’t want to be a flamingo with him anymore. But then they do silly, that’s who they are. Even when he’s trying to hurt him Denny is kind of silly, going as a hunter.
Hunters shoot flamingos. He tried to bait him, tried to make him laugh, but Denny was dead serious. He really needs that drink, he can feel what little bit of Halloween spirit was left in him crumbling away, giving way to misery. He sighs, and at the same moment senses someone approaching.
„Tried it on. Looked good. Kept it on.“ Denny’s voice is gruff. „Doesn’t mean I forgive you.“
What’s really silly is that he can feel his eyes getting wet. Seriously, he’s fighting back tears. All because of the silly flamingo costume that Denny is wearing. He sniffles and to hell with who might hear him. Men are allowed to cry as well and besides-those flamino suits don't have pockets and he hasn't got a handkerchief. He hadn't thought of that when he chose the costumes, but then he hadn't thought he'd be tearing up on Halloween.
Denny's hand brushes against his as he takes a step closer. He guesses that means they are okay again.
„Got it.“ He looks to his side. „Denny? You look pretty in pink.“
„Not having sex with you.“
He has to smile. „Just the same.“
They’re Denny and Alan, and they’re flamingos.
***
Fandom: Boston Legal
Genre: fluff, some humor, friendship/love
Handlung: Vignette for s2e6 Witches of Mass Destruction
A/N: I dramatised the ending a bit.
Länge: ~ 400 Wörter
Zeit: ~ 60 Minuten
***
They have very different views on many things. Alan knows this. But until now, this had never touched the core of their relationship. They were Denny and Alan, no matter who voted for whom or who was in favour for or against guns. He loves Denny, mainly because he knows that deep down, he is a good guy. And he makes him laugh. Plus several other things he doesn‘t want to think too deeply about. And he knows that Denny loves him, God knows why.
Even when they fight, they are still Denny and Alan. Until now. That Denny calls him a pinko, liberal, democrat, commie isn’t so unusual, but the tone of his voice is.
I can’t look at you right now is.
I don’t wanna be in your company is even more so.
Alan swallows. He needs a drink, or he will never survive this Halloween party. It’s really silly to get so upset over a choice of Halloween costume. So what if Denny doesn’t want to be a flamingo with him anymore. But then they do silly, that’s who they are. Even when he’s trying to hurt him Denny is kind of silly, going as a hunter.
Hunters shoot flamingos. He tried to bait him, tried to make him laugh, but Denny was dead serious. He really needs that drink, he can feel what little bit of Halloween spirit was left in him crumbling away, giving way to misery. He sighs, and at the same moment senses someone approaching.
„Tried it on. Looked good. Kept it on.“ Denny’s voice is gruff. „Doesn’t mean I forgive you.“
What’s really silly is that he can feel his eyes getting wet. Seriously, he’s fighting back tears. All because of the silly flamingo costume that Denny is wearing. He sniffles and to hell with who might hear him. Men are allowed to cry as well and besides-those flamino suits don't have pockets and he hasn't got a handkerchief. He hadn't thought of that when he chose the costumes, but then he hadn't thought he'd be tearing up on Halloween.
Denny's hand brushes against his as he takes a step closer. He guesses that means they are okay again.
„Got it.“ He looks to his side. „Denny? You look pretty in pink.“
„Not having sex with you.“
He has to smile. „Just the same.“
They’re Denny and Alan, and they’re flamingos.
***