Crack/Humor - Die Hoffnung stirbt zuletzt (Fürs Team)
Humor: Die Hoffnung stirbt zuletzt
Team: Nimmerland
Fandom: Original - The Sun, the moon and the Stars
Charaktere: Gwil, Arvid
Wörter: Ca 500
Anm: Das hier spielt noch vor der 2jährigen Trennung der drei und damit auch vor Arvids Unfall.
The two men laughed. They were on their way home from a nice date at an art museum. Just the two of them since their third man wasn’t as interested in arts as them. It had been a fun date. The exhibition they had seen was from an artist who had grown up in Guinea and was quite successful now with her paintings influenced by her childhood there and new life here. Arvid and Gwil had leaned much that afternoon and discussed it over dinner at an upscale Indian restaurant. They were certain they needed to learn more about African cultures. None of them considered themselves or each other racist, but they knew they were ignorant and lacked knowledge because there were not many people of color in their lives and ethnic differences had barely been a topic with those who were. Gwil and Arvid had promised themselves to change that and get more educated.
So after this educational and interesting date they were on their way home. Since Arvid had two glasses of wine over dinner they had decided to take the bus home and were now on their way from the bus stop to Arvid’s and Fynn’s house, their pinkies linked together. Gwil liked this. To him it felt even more intimate than full on hand-holding.
“Do you think there will be chaos when we get home?” Gwil asked.
“Fynn alone for a whole day with three crafting projects going on? Almost certainly.” Arvid laughed. “Let’s hope it hasn’t spread too far out of his room.”
“And if it does?”
“We’ll have to freeze our leftovers and let him go to bed hungry.”
Gwil chuckled. “You’re mean. Then he will make his own dinner and turn the kitchen into chaos as well.”
“If he hasn’t already. It’s gotten quite late.”
“Well, then tomorrow will be happy house cleaning party.” Gwil suggested. “But perhaps it won’t be bad. Hope dies last!”
“You’re right. He is the oldest of us and mature!”
They looked at each other and burst into laughter.
“Let’ stop being mean to him!” Gwil said then, but was still chuckling, despite hating talking trash about others, no matter how well-meant it was. Both of them loved Fynn after all.
“He will get extra cuddles to make up for it,” Arvid promised. “And I will help him get the house clean again since I’m only half mean and know how his brain works.”
That was true. Arvid liked a clean house but he had never been really angry at Fynn for his inability to instantly clean up after himself.
“Okay. And I won’t let him starve when we had great food for dinner.”
“Fair.”
To their surprise there was no chaos at all when they came home. Fynn had been bored when he was done with crafting and wanted to surprise his boyfriends with an (almost) clean house.