Prompt: bahorel and feuilly singing! (in any context/situation you wish)
Les Amis had a tradition; a tradition they all followed religiously. On the first of every month, they would gather at one of their houses, armed with snacks and pillows, and would all perform a sacred ceremony.
Karaoke night.
This month it was to be held in Courfeyrac and Combeferre’s apartment, both of whom were excited to be the hosts. After everyone was settled in with their chips and soda, it was time to start the fun.
“Okay, everyone, you know the drill!” Courfeyrac announced, walking into the room. He wore his favorite Believe In Your Selfie night shirt and matching pyjama shorts, holding a large cowboy had in his hand.
“Reach into the hat and pick your song! If it’s a duet, someone else will have the same one.”Everyone reached in, pulling out the multicolored slips one by one.
“Dancing Queen.” Enjolras read aloud. His face was not one of disappointment.
Feuilly looked at their slip of paper, trying to decipher Courf’s swirly handwriting. “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart? That’s a duet, right?”
“AY, we’re partners!” A voice bellowed from behind Feuilly. They turned around to meet a grinning Bahorel, holding up a scrap with the same title. “We’re going first, dibs dibs dibs!”
The two were handed microphones, Combeferre cued the music, and the night commenced.
Bahorel started to dance, stepping from side to side and beaming at Feuilly as he snapped his fingers to the rhythm.
“Don’t go breaking my heart!”
Feuilly was so entranced by his goofy movements, they missed their entrance.
“-if I tried!”
“Honey if I get restless,” Bahorel reached over to take Feuilly’s hand, lifting it up to twirl them. They laughed, spinning around and posing beside him.
“Baby you’re not that kind!
The two sang loudly, their voices blending together as if it were something they had rehearse for ages. Soon, everyone else around them seemed to vanish, and it was just the two of them. Feuilly grinned at Bahorel, stumbling over their words with laughter as he threw in a dab.
They gave one last big twirl as the song ended, Bahorel dipping Feuilly back into his arms. Their faces were inches apart, and Feuilly wasn’t sure if their face was warm from the dancing, or the way they were gazing at one another.
The room erupted into applause, and they both snapped out of it.
“What a hard act to follow!” Combeferre grinned, clapping enthusiastically.
“Did you guys practice that?”
“That was amazing!”
Feuilly and Bahorel grinned at one another, and Bahorel stood them back upright.
Maybe they’d get picked together more often.
