Yes, it's Max/Louie fic. DUN JUDGE ME.
Title: Not That Terrible
Fandom: Disney (Max/Louie)
Notes: mizzmarvel requested drabbles. I...am not very good at stopping at 100.
Prompt: "The First Date"
In retrospect, it had probably been a bad idea to have the date at the House.
Goofy had wept joyfully all evening, causing many diners to complain that their food was oversalted and soggy (and, unrelatedly, somehow got his head stuck in a peanut butter jar, which forced Max to spend half an hour in the kitchen because he knew how to deal with this sort of thing).
Donald had attempted to threaten Max with bodily harm if he hurt Louie, realized that Max was like a nephew to him too, attempted to threaten Louie with bodily harm if he hurt Max, got confused, and ended up punching himself in the face and lying unconscious under a table for most of the night.
Mickey had actually made an announcement about it to the guests, who clapped confusedly while Louie turned bright red under his feathers and Max sank as far down in his seat as he could without actually lying on the floor.
Daisy slipped a truly ludicrous number of condoms into their pockets.
Minnie went into a fit of giggling whenever she walked by.
Huey and Dewey debuted their new song, "Our Brother May Be Gay, But We're Still Available, Ladies."
And Pete had attempted (again) to burn the House down for the insurance money, although when they tallied up the night's catastrophes Louie and Max figured that one probably didn't have anything to do with them (though after Mickey's announcement Pete had looked over at Max, snorted, and muttered "I knew it").
Afterwards they wandered to the boardwalk behind the club and watched the neon lights reflect off the water. Max rolled his eyes expressively. "What a night."
Louie shrugged and rested his hands on the railing. "They mean well."
Max put his hands on the railing too, his left hand landing a little too casually on Louie's right. Louie paused, faintly pink in the moonlight, then turned his hand palm up and let his fingers weave through Max's.
"It...it wasn't that terrible, was it?" he asked finally.
"Are you kidding?" Max cried, and Louie flinched and looked away. Max's fingers tightening around his own made him look up again - and then he closed his eyes, because Max had leaned in and was kissing him, soft and sweet.
They broke apart, and Max leaned his forehead against Louie's, nose and beak bumping. "It was perfect," Max murmured, smiling. "Perfect."
Fandom: Disney (Max/Louie)
Notes: mizzmarvel requested drabbles. I...am not very good at stopping at 100.
Prompt: "The First Date"
In retrospect, it had probably been a bad idea to have the date at the House.
Goofy had wept joyfully all evening, causing many diners to complain that their food was oversalted and soggy (and, unrelatedly, somehow got his head stuck in a peanut butter jar, which forced Max to spend half an hour in the kitchen because he knew how to deal with this sort of thing).
Donald had attempted to threaten Max with bodily harm if he hurt Louie, realized that Max was like a nephew to him too, attempted to threaten Louie with bodily harm if he hurt Max, got confused, and ended up punching himself in the face and lying unconscious under a table for most of the night.
Mickey had actually made an announcement about it to the guests, who clapped confusedly while Louie turned bright red under his feathers and Max sank as far down in his seat as he could without actually lying on the floor.
Daisy slipped a truly ludicrous number of condoms into their pockets.
Minnie went into a fit of giggling whenever she walked by.
Huey and Dewey debuted their new song, "Our Brother May Be Gay, But We're Still Available, Ladies."
And Pete had attempted (again) to burn the House down for the insurance money, although when they tallied up the night's catastrophes Louie and Max figured that one probably didn't have anything to do with them (though after Mickey's announcement Pete had looked over at Max, snorted, and muttered "I knew it").
Afterwards they wandered to the boardwalk behind the club and watched the neon lights reflect off the water. Max rolled his eyes expressively. "What a night."
Louie shrugged and rested his hands on the railing. "They mean well."
Max put his hands on the railing too, his left hand landing a little too casually on Louie's right. Louie paused, faintly pink in the moonlight, then turned his hand palm up and let his fingers weave through Max's.
"It...it wasn't that terrible, was it?" he asked finally.
"Are you kidding?" Max cried, and Louie flinched and looked away. Max's fingers tightening around his own made him look up again - and then he closed his eyes, because Max had leaned in and was kissing him, soft and sweet.
They broke apart, and Max leaned his forehead against Louie's, nose and beak bumping. "It was perfect," Max murmured, smiling. "Perfect."