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Heyah people. I know you’re waiting for the last chappie of Spring or something more entertaining than this at least, but I figured I could give you a little something to read anyways XD
During the past year or two, I’ve been writing random drabbles at times and never posted them anywhere else than in my personal journal. But since some of them did turn out rather decent at least, I thought I could share them all here too :D Various pairings (usually D/K though since everyone seems to request it from me XD) and ratings, I labelled everything separately with them. I hope you do enjoy! :)
And in case someone feels like requesting a drabble of their own, do go here ;)
Now, drabbles. First instalment. I go from oldest to newest.
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: to end up on the street
Die doesn’t know where he’s walking, he never does. It’s like a ritual on a normal evening at home; He eats something in front of the TV, holding the bowl between his knees and fishing some food into his mouth with his free hand while the other holds the remote and flips through the channels. Afterwards he dozes off on the couch watching some mindless programs, maybe even falls asleep properly for a while. Then something wakes him up and he’s alone in the dark room. The walls seem to close in on him and he grabs his jacket to run.
Somehow he always ends up on the street. Walking around aimlessly can be calming, at least here’s no walls to close in on him, to fall in until he’s crushing. It’s just him, the clear air and the sound of his sneakers hitting the concrete. Aimlessly, that’s what he keeps on repeating in his mind. He doesn’t know where he’s going, he doesn’t. He’s not crossing the same road he has crossed every single day. Aimless.
Die never knows where he’s walking. Still he always finds himself in front of Kaoru’s apartment.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: Kaoru on a motorbike
“You coming?” Kaoru has tilted his head and even without looking Die knows that he’s having this perfect questioning expression on his face. The only answer he gives is a nod as he slides to sit behind Kaoru on the motorbike, taking his place - he’s done it before, but still he always gets butterflies in his stomach as he moves closer.
Die wraps his arms around Kaoru’s waist, leaning against his back. He’s tempted to place his chin on the other man’s shoulder too but that might be too much. At least he’s allowed to be this close for a moment, even if in the pretence to hold on for safety instead of the real embrace he would’ve preferred. Nothing else is spoken and in mere seconds they vanish into the traffic.
And when no one notices Die tightens the embrace and brings them closer together.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: Kaoru gets his hair cut SHORT.
“I do NOT want to!” Kaoru folded his arms across his chest, a perfect pout on his slightly pursed lips. Die had no idea how the older man did it; managed to still look like a rock god with that utterly childish expression stuck on his face.
He tried his best weapon in a situation like that; talking to the sensible part of Kaoru. There still had to be some reason inside of his head, no matter how much he loved his hair like it was right now, all long and fluffy. “Come on, be a man! It’ll grow back.”
“It’ll take too long!”
Die rolled his eyes. Alright, maybe there wasn’t any reason alive anymore. Maybe the monster hair had grown inside of the older guitarist’s head too and eaten his brains? Die was determined though, and decided that when pleading fails he can go for option number two: bribing.
At least with that he knew exactly what to offer.
***
• Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: autumn leaves, all the colours and the breeze that's still gentle but also a lonely heart, maybe deceived heart in some ways and perhaps little tears that no-one sees
Toshiya had never liked windy autumn days. He preferred sunshine and happy birds singing, those warm summer days when you don’t need to wear a long sleeved shirt and it’s still warm enough. He loved to feel the grass under his bare feet, only the blue sky above him. The thought of a day like that became even more tempting when he was standing in the middle of the street like now, surrounded by red and yellow leaves that had fallen from the trees and were now dancing in the air with the breeze.
It was beautiful. Like the nature was saying last goodbyes to the summer, performing a dance in its honor and welcoming the autumn instead. It was beautiful but Toshiya found it hard to watch the scenery nevertheless. It only reminded him of the summer, of the things he had gained and lost, what he would never get back. A stubborn tear rolled down his cheek but he wiped it away angrily, he wasn’t supposed to cry like that!
There he stood in the middle of the street, only wind surrounding him and suddenly he didn’t feel that alone anymore. The gentle autumn breeze was like embracing him and he closed his eyes, releasing all air from his lungs in a deep breath. Move on, slowly. Things’ll get easier with time.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: none
Kaoru loves the way Die says his name.
It always begins with a soft ‘k’ - Kaoru has never heard someone say it quite so softly, it’s almost ridiculously sexy – that evolves into a mere purr that somehow still resembles the first syllable of his name.
“Kao –“ That’s when Die pauses, almost like hesitating and for a split second Kaoru thinks that he’s going to use the shortened version of his name. But then Die goes on, the rolling of ‘r’ something so distinctively typical for him that it alone makes a shiver run along Kaoru’s spine.
“Kaoru.” It’s always the whole name, both syllables, spoken the same way. Mere seconds and still to Kaoru it always feels like time stops running for a while.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: none
The bruise on his cheek hurts, but he doesn’t even notice anymore; it has turned dark purple through various other shades. Although it’s not like him to get into barfights, he didn’t even think before slamming his fist into that prick’s jaw, and he would do it all again without regrets.
There’s a brief touch on his shoulder that startles him out of his contemplations, making him glance at his companion. "It makes me feel like a girl when you fight for me." There was something soft in Kaoru's gaze; his lips curved with a hint of a smile.
Die grins and takes a long drag of his cigarette before letting it fall on the asphalt, killing the remains with the heel of his shoe. "Don't bullshit me. No one can make you feel like a girl." He turns his eyes up, their gazes meet for a second before he looks away again into the distance. "You're so… you’re Kaoru."
He says it as if it explains everything. And in a way it does.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: none
Moonlight seeping in from the gap in the curtains. Normally so little light wouldn’t have been enough to see in the room but when their senses were sharpened by the slowly landing darkness it was just barely what they needed. It was enough for Kaoru to make out the smooth expanse of Die’s back, the curve of his shoulders as they were lying next to each other. Only a moment before the younger man had still been asleep but the slight tension in his posture gave away that he was now wide awake.
Slowly Kaoru reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the other man’s shoulder and moving down to caress his bicep in slow circular movements. First the lean body tensed underneath the touch but it didn’t last long, the muscles relaxing when the gesture was clearly accepted. The moonlight was almost coloured silver, creating enticing patterns on their forms, shimmering on the white sheets.
Fingers were dancing on smooth skin, slow and graceful, every touch appearing thought through although Kaoru was only acting merely on instinct. Only when he reached the sheet-covered hip did he stop, lazily stroking the hipbone with his thumb. A shift on the mattress and he crossed the short distance between them, resting right behind the taller man. Reaching forward he pressed his lips on his lover’s shoulder blade, the other man instantly responding by leaning back into the shared warmth.
Kaoru’s arm would then slide around Die’s waist, the intimate gesture something that was reserved only for them and would never be seen by anyone else. They would stay there, close, listening to each other’s slow breathing until the sleep would lure them away again. Before the dawn, before yet another day, there was a moment of pure magic.
Just you, me and the moon.
During the past year or two, I’ve been writing random drabbles at times and never posted them anywhere else than in my personal journal. But since some of them did turn out rather decent at least, I thought I could share them all here too :D Various pairings (usually D/K though since everyone seems to request it from me XD) and ratings, I labelled everything separately with them. I hope you do enjoy! :)
And in case someone feels like requesting a drabble of their own, do go here ;)
Now, drabbles. First instalment. I go from oldest to newest.
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: to end up on the street
Die doesn’t know where he’s walking, he never does. It’s like a ritual on a normal evening at home; He eats something in front of the TV, holding the bowl between his knees and fishing some food into his mouth with his free hand while the other holds the remote and flips through the channels. Afterwards he dozes off on the couch watching some mindless programs, maybe even falls asleep properly for a while. Then something wakes him up and he’s alone in the dark room. The walls seem to close in on him and he grabs his jacket to run.
Somehow he always ends up on the street. Walking around aimlessly can be calming, at least here’s no walls to close in on him, to fall in until he’s crushing. It’s just him, the clear air and the sound of his sneakers hitting the concrete. Aimlessly, that’s what he keeps on repeating in his mind. He doesn’t know where he’s going, he doesn’t. He’s not crossing the same road he has crossed every single day. Aimless.
Die never knows where he’s walking. Still he always finds himself in front of Kaoru’s apartment.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: Kaoru on a motorbike
“You coming?” Kaoru has tilted his head and even without looking Die knows that he’s having this perfect questioning expression on his face. The only answer he gives is a nod as he slides to sit behind Kaoru on the motorbike, taking his place - he’s done it before, but still he always gets butterflies in his stomach as he moves closer.
Die wraps his arms around Kaoru’s waist, leaning against his back. He’s tempted to place his chin on the other man’s shoulder too but that might be too much. At least he’s allowed to be this close for a moment, even if in the pretence to hold on for safety instead of the real embrace he would’ve preferred. Nothing else is spoken and in mere seconds they vanish into the traffic.
And when no one notices Die tightens the embrace and brings them closer together.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: Kaoru gets his hair cut SHORT.
“I do NOT want to!” Kaoru folded his arms across his chest, a perfect pout on his slightly pursed lips. Die had no idea how the older man did it; managed to still look like a rock god with that utterly childish expression stuck on his face.
He tried his best weapon in a situation like that; talking to the sensible part of Kaoru. There still had to be some reason inside of his head, no matter how much he loved his hair like it was right now, all long and fluffy. “Come on, be a man! It’ll grow back.”
“It’ll take too long!”
Die rolled his eyes. Alright, maybe there wasn’t any reason alive anymore. Maybe the monster hair had grown inside of the older guitarist’s head too and eaten his brains? Die was determined though, and decided that when pleading fails he can go for option number two: bribing.
At least with that he knew exactly what to offer.
***
• Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: autumn leaves, all the colours and the breeze that's still gentle but also a lonely heart, maybe deceived heart in some ways and perhaps little tears that no-one sees
Toshiya had never liked windy autumn days. He preferred sunshine and happy birds singing, those warm summer days when you don’t need to wear a long sleeved shirt and it’s still warm enough. He loved to feel the grass under his bare feet, only the blue sky above him. The thought of a day like that became even more tempting when he was standing in the middle of the street like now, surrounded by red and yellow leaves that had fallen from the trees and were now dancing in the air with the breeze.
It was beautiful. Like the nature was saying last goodbyes to the summer, performing a dance in its honor and welcoming the autumn instead. It was beautiful but Toshiya found it hard to watch the scenery nevertheless. It only reminded him of the summer, of the things he had gained and lost, what he would never get back. A stubborn tear rolled down his cheek but he wiped it away angrily, he wasn’t supposed to cry like that!
There he stood in the middle of the street, only wind surrounding him and suddenly he didn’t feel that alone anymore. The gentle autumn breeze was like embracing him and he closed his eyes, releasing all air from his lungs in a deep breath. Move on, slowly. Things’ll get easier with time.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: none
Kaoru loves the way Die says his name.
It always begins with a soft ‘k’ - Kaoru has never heard someone say it quite so softly, it’s almost ridiculously sexy – that evolves into a mere purr that somehow still resembles the first syllable of his name.
“Kao –“ That’s when Die pauses, almost like hesitating and for a split second Kaoru thinks that he’s going to use the shortened version of his name. But then Die goes on, the rolling of ‘r’ something so distinctively typical for him that it alone makes a shiver run along Kaoru’s spine.
“Kaoru.” It’s always the whole name, both syllables, spoken the same way. Mere seconds and still to Kaoru it always feels like time stops running for a while.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: none
The bruise on his cheek hurts, but he doesn’t even notice anymore; it has turned dark purple through various other shades. Although it’s not like him to get into barfights, he didn’t even think before slamming his fist into that prick’s jaw, and he would do it all again without regrets.
There’s a brief touch on his shoulder that startles him out of his contemplations, making him glance at his companion. "It makes me feel like a girl when you fight for me." There was something soft in Kaoru's gaze; his lips curved with a hint of a smile.
Die grins and takes a long drag of his cigarette before letting it fall on the asphalt, killing the remains with the heel of his shoe. "Don't bullshit me. No one can make you feel like a girl." He turns his eyes up, their gazes meet for a second before he looks away again into the distance. "You're so… you’re Kaoru."
He says it as if it explains everything. And in a way it does.
***
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: none
Moonlight seeping in from the gap in the curtains. Normally so little light wouldn’t have been enough to see in the room but when their senses were sharpened by the slowly landing darkness it was just barely what they needed. It was enough for Kaoru to make out the smooth expanse of Die’s back, the curve of his shoulders as they were lying next to each other. Only a moment before the younger man had still been asleep but the slight tension in his posture gave away that he was now wide awake.
Slowly Kaoru reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the other man’s shoulder and moving down to caress his bicep in slow circular movements. First the lean body tensed underneath the touch but it didn’t last long, the muscles relaxing when the gesture was clearly accepted. The moonlight was almost coloured silver, creating enticing patterns on their forms, shimmering on the white sheets.
Fingers were dancing on smooth skin, slow and graceful, every touch appearing thought through although Kaoru was only acting merely on instinct. Only when he reached the sheet-covered hip did he stop, lazily stroking the hipbone with his thumb. A shift on the mattress and he crossed the short distance between them, resting right behind the taller man. Reaching forward he pressed his lips on his lover’s shoulder blade, the other man instantly responding by leaning back into the shared warmth.
Kaoru’s arm would then slide around Die’s waist, the intimate gesture something that was reserved only for them and would never be seen by anyone else. They would stay there, close, listening to each other’s slow breathing until the sleep would lure them away again. Before the dawn, before yet another day, there was a moment of pure magic.
Just you, me and the moon.