Swing Kids, Out of Ruins, Epilogue
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deloritaFandom: Swing Kids
Pairings: Peter/Thomas, Arvid/Helga, Otto/Nestor (OC)
Rating: PG13 (for this chapter)
Disclaimer: They are all so not mine, I'm just playing with them again and don't make any money out of it.
Notes: One part of me is happy that it's finally finished. I've never written a several chapter story before and it was really hard. The other part of me is a bit sad that I lost my muse for Peter, Thomas and Arvid. But maybe it comes back somewhen. Here is the Epilogue.
"That was incredible," Arvid grinned and let himself fall into a chair near the stage. All the public was gone and it was only him, his band, his two singers, Willi and Frau Mueller. They sat around the biggest table available, sipping water.
Helga beamed with pride.
Otto leaned back casually and rested his arm on the back of Nestor's chair. Nestor was cleaning his trumpet assiduously; smiling and still humming.
"I still can't believe we did that," Peter chuckled into Thomas' ear, his hand resting lightly on his lover's thigh beneath the thin table cloth. Thomas just shook his head, still flushed and his voice gone. Peter grabbed Thomas' hand briefly and winked at him; beaming as much as Helga.
He'd never expected he'd like it so much to sing on stage, even though he still was very embarrassed about the whole thing. But the applause they got, and the shouts for encore were very encouraging. Beside that, he had felt very secure among his friends. He had never thought he'd feel like that again.
A sound brought him out of his musings.
Arvid conjured a bottle of wine and clicked his spoon against it, "A toast to my musicians." He smiled affectionately, handing the bottle to Helga who poured everyone a glass.
The guitarist stood, lifted his drink and simply said, "Thank you," in a very grateful voice. Then he nodded to Willi.
The youngest man on the table looked a bit nervous when all glances turned to him expectantly. He cleared his throat, rising from his seat as well and started, "We...we have a plan." He swallowed again, looking at his brother for reassurance. Peter only raised one eyebrow, clueless what was about to come, grabbing Thomas' hand again instinctively.
"Mother and I may run the Café in the future..." Frau Mueller gasped, taken by surprise. Arvid smiled warmly and nodded, "If you'd like to give that a thought, Frau Mueller?"
He then sat, because he was too excited about his next question.
"Peter and Thomas, I..." he looked at Helga. "We'd like to invite you to America, so you can see how the entertainment business works there." He somehow blurred the words out, completely loosing his usual calm behaviour. He surely wasn't used to actions like this.
"We may move back with you, once you've had a good look." Helga added fast, "Because I am still homesick and want to help to rebuild my hometown." She dabbed at the corner of her eye with a handkerchief.
Peter and Thomas looked completely speechless at each other.
"Arvid and I thought," Willi had found his voice again and it was now way stronger then before, "We'd make this our club. You three and I being the managers and Mama running the staff. The band will play for free for all people who feel like Swinging again. Swing is alive and well. The people love it. We proved that by reopening the café. We can bring it back again - as big as it was before the war. What do you say?"
"I..."
"That's..."
Thomas and Peter suddenly started to talk at once, then laughing. "Arvid?" Thomas managed the single word question under his breath, still looking like he had just dreamed all of this.
"Well, I thought it was a good idea," Arvid swallowed," fulfilling some of our old dreams." He added very lowly.
Peter unceremoniously stood, walked over to his friend and hugged him. "Thank you." He muttered, "I think I can speak for Thomas too when I accept your kind invitation."
Thomas hesitantly embraced Arvid as well and murmured with suppressed emotion, "Yes you can. Thank you so much."
F I N
Pairings: Peter/Thomas, Arvid/Helga, Otto/Nestor (OC)
Rating: PG13 (for this chapter)
Disclaimer: They are all so not mine, I'm just playing with them again and don't make any money out of it.
Notes: One part of me is happy that it's finally finished. I've never written a several chapter story before and it was really hard. The other part of me is a bit sad that I lost my muse for Peter, Thomas and Arvid. But maybe it comes back somewhen. Here is the Epilogue.
"That was incredible," Arvid grinned and let himself fall into a chair near the stage. All the public was gone and it was only him, his band, his two singers, Willi and Frau Mueller. They sat around the biggest table available, sipping water.
Helga beamed with pride.
Otto leaned back casually and rested his arm on the back of Nestor's chair. Nestor was cleaning his trumpet assiduously; smiling and still humming.
"I still can't believe we did that," Peter chuckled into Thomas' ear, his hand resting lightly on his lover's thigh beneath the thin table cloth. Thomas just shook his head, still flushed and his voice gone. Peter grabbed Thomas' hand briefly and winked at him; beaming as much as Helga.
He'd never expected he'd like it so much to sing on stage, even though he still was very embarrassed about the whole thing. But the applause they got, and the shouts for encore were very encouraging. Beside that, he had felt very secure among his friends. He had never thought he'd feel like that again.
A sound brought him out of his musings.
Arvid conjured a bottle of wine and clicked his spoon against it, "A toast to my musicians." He smiled affectionately, handing the bottle to Helga who poured everyone a glass.
The guitarist stood, lifted his drink and simply said, "Thank you," in a very grateful voice. Then he nodded to Willi.
The youngest man on the table looked a bit nervous when all glances turned to him expectantly. He cleared his throat, rising from his seat as well and started, "We...we have a plan." He swallowed again, looking at his brother for reassurance. Peter only raised one eyebrow, clueless what was about to come, grabbing Thomas' hand again instinctively.
"Mother and I may run the Café in the future..." Frau Mueller gasped, taken by surprise. Arvid smiled warmly and nodded, "If you'd like to give that a thought, Frau Mueller?"
He then sat, because he was too excited about his next question.
"Peter and Thomas, I..." he looked at Helga. "We'd like to invite you to America, so you can see how the entertainment business works there." He somehow blurred the words out, completely loosing his usual calm behaviour. He surely wasn't used to actions like this.
"We may move back with you, once you've had a good look." Helga added fast, "Because I am still homesick and want to help to rebuild my hometown." She dabbed at the corner of her eye with a handkerchief.
Peter and Thomas looked completely speechless at each other.
"Arvid and I thought," Willi had found his voice again and it was now way stronger then before, "We'd make this our club. You three and I being the managers and Mama running the staff. The band will play for free for all people who feel like Swinging again. Swing is alive and well. The people love it. We proved that by reopening the café. We can bring it back again - as big as it was before the war. What do you say?"
"I..."
"That's..."
Thomas and Peter suddenly started to talk at once, then laughing. "Arvid?" Thomas managed the single word question under his breath, still looking like he had just dreamed all of this.
"Well, I thought it was a good idea," Arvid swallowed," fulfilling some of our old dreams." He added very lowly.
Peter unceremoniously stood, walked over to his friend and hugged him. "Thank you." He muttered, "I think I can speak for Thomas too when I accept your kind invitation."
Thomas hesitantly embraced Arvid as well and murmured with suppressed emotion, "Yes you can. Thank you so much."
F I N
