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rabenhorst) wrote2010-01-28 01:19 pm
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So these are the random drabbles that I sent out with some Christmas cards this year :) I know Christmas is already gone and I'm more than a month late but I wanted to first make sure everyone got their drabbles for themselves, before sharing them with others. They're tiny snippets, really short as I wrote them on letter paper originally and the space was very limited XD But yeah. The people were all awesome enough to say their presents could be shared so here are all eight of them :)
• Kaoru/Toshiya
• PG
• for rheakurokawa
Sometimes, Kaoru thinks that Toshiya is like a primary school kid, with the endless enthusiasm of an average seven-year-old. As much as he’s grown calmer along the years, it still only takes a pile of neatly wrapped Christmas presents to send him back to re-live his childhood, tearing the gift-wrap from around the boxes to reveal what treasures are hiding beneath. The picture is perfect to the smallest of details, from Toshiya’s happily sparkling eyes to the enthusiastic smile that is curving his lips. Inwardly, Kaoru decides that he doesn’t need any other Christmas presents than this. This very moment.
• Kaoru/Toshiya
• PG
• for cateris
Looking at the stars above is something that Toshiya doesn’t get to experience too often. There’s not really much time to just calm down and focus on these small magical moments. Besides, it’s a whole different thing to look at the stars here, in the middle of nowhere, in comparison to the faded stars of the bright city. When he first told Kaoru to put on his jacket and follow him into the car, the older man had been torn between confused and grumpy. What the hell were they doing somewhere out here, in the middle of the night and freezing their asses off? Yet it was easy to see the change when the guitarist looked up for the first time, the stars from the sky mirrored in his deep brown eyes. Now, he understood.
• Die/Toshiya
• PG13
• for seinen_no
No one has ever made Die feel quite like Toshiya does. He doesn’t know what it is, but already the smallest of touches from the younger man are enough to draw an extreme reaction from him. All he knows is that it feels that Toshiya knows him better than he does himself, finds every single sensitive spot to sweep over, every right place to tantalize. When Toshiya’s lips trace along his spine it makes him shiver, hot and cold at the same time, everything mixing into one as opposites contradict each other, fill in the whole until there’s nothing but sheer feeling left. He knows he’s helpless to resist, he knows he’ll melt underneath the advances whether he wants it or not. A warm palm rests on his hip and when the fingers curl, nails scraping over the soft flesh, he can’t hold back the tiniest of outcries. He can feel Toshiya smile against his back.
• Kaoru/Die
• PG
• for mog_fuyu
Die has never understood how Kaoru can have such a deranged sense of style. When they all supported the visual looks and pulled off the most interesting combinations, the worst failures in styling were always Kaoru’s weird bug-hats and fishnet-shirts. Even now, with the new casual look, the lead guitarist doesn’t always know just how he should dress without violating every possible rule of common fashion-sense. Still when Die points out to him before their annual Christmas party with the whole band that he should maybe let him help in picking the clothes, Kaoru just shakes his head and tells him he’s got it under control. A few hours later, he appears in the Christmas party, dressed in a perfect Santa Claus outfit. At least now Die knows that this year he wants to sit on Santa’s lap.
• Die/Kyo
• PG
• for cadkitten
It’s been long ever since Kyo last felt complete. For almost all his life, he’s been fighting his inner demons, sometimes succeeding better and sometimes worse. There were times when he felt like nothing was worth it anymore, like he was broken to little pieces deep inside, irreparably. That was when he learned to hate Christmas. It was the holiday for the happy, joyful people and what would he then gain from it? Nothing. Yet, these past months have showed him that maybe he needs to re-evaluate his attitude finally. Even now, with that warm body huddled so close to his, a puff of red hair emerging from underneath the blanket and a pair of arms wrapped loosely around his waist, he can’t deny that he is happy. Happier than he’s ever been on a Christmas morning. And he can’t help but to smile as he hugs Die’s lean frame closer to himself. Maybe he’s not irreparably broken after all.
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• for daidetre
Die still remembers the first time Toshiya passed him a note at an interview. It was hastily scribbled, only a few messy lines on a bright yellow napkin – god knows where he got that one from – but it managed to brighten the whole day nevertheless. From then on, it became a tradition. Every time they were having a boring interview, both nearly falling asleep on the spot, at some point Toshiya would poke Die’s side and hand him something under the table. Usually it was a small piece of paper, sometimes the words were written on the bassist’s palm in the lack of anything else. Those short confessions of love and little compliments easily made Die smile like an idiot. Even to this date, he’s saved every single one of those little crumpled pieces of paper. They’re love letters, after all.
• Kaoru/Toshiya
• PG
• for sick_pride
Languid, slow mornings like this are something Kaoru could never get enough of. He’s not one to sleep in long in the mornings, he rather wants to get up early and make something productive out of his day. He never felt the need to just lazy around in bed. Not before he found out just how nice those mornings can actually be. When he opens his eyes, he instinctively turns his head until he’s face to face with the actual reason for the change. Toshiya is still asleep, his features relaxed and Kaoru can’t resist the temptation. He raises his hand, reaching out to touch the other man’s smooth cheek with his fingertips. This. This is exactly why he loves slow mornings. If only to watch the other man sleep.
• Kaoru/Die
• PG
• for scwolf_10k
Kaoru has never really thought just how much Die means to him. Granted, he knows he loves him, of course he does after they’ve been together for years now and even live in the same apartment for months. Yet, he has never really stopped to think about it. It’s hard for him to put it into words, maybe that’s one reason why he’s been avoiding the thought. He is more a man of action, showing his affection through his deeds instead of mushy words. Yet all it takes is a completely ordinary morning, a cup of strong coffee and a look straight into the younger guitarist’s eyes. He knows. Without Die he wouldn’t be what he is. He would be incomplete.
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I already have a bunch of other drabbles done for a drabble-meme and I try to get them posted one of these days too. They're a bit longer than these, but hey, still drabbles x)
• Kaoru/Toshiya
• PG
• for rheakurokawa
Sometimes, Kaoru thinks that Toshiya is like a primary school kid, with the endless enthusiasm of an average seven-year-old. As much as he’s grown calmer along the years, it still only takes a pile of neatly wrapped Christmas presents to send him back to re-live his childhood, tearing the gift-wrap from around the boxes to reveal what treasures are hiding beneath. The picture is perfect to the smallest of details, from Toshiya’s happily sparkling eyes to the enthusiastic smile that is curving his lips. Inwardly, Kaoru decides that he doesn’t need any other Christmas presents than this. This very moment.
• Kaoru/Toshiya
• PG
• for cateris
Looking at the stars above is something that Toshiya doesn’t get to experience too often. There’s not really much time to just calm down and focus on these small magical moments. Besides, it’s a whole different thing to look at the stars here, in the middle of nowhere, in comparison to the faded stars of the bright city. When he first told Kaoru to put on his jacket and follow him into the car, the older man had been torn between confused and grumpy. What the hell were they doing somewhere out here, in the middle of the night and freezing their asses off? Yet it was easy to see the change when the guitarist looked up for the first time, the stars from the sky mirrored in his deep brown eyes. Now, he understood.
• Die/Toshiya
• PG13
• for seinen_no
No one has ever made Die feel quite like Toshiya does. He doesn’t know what it is, but already the smallest of touches from the younger man are enough to draw an extreme reaction from him. All he knows is that it feels that Toshiya knows him better than he does himself, finds every single sensitive spot to sweep over, every right place to tantalize. When Toshiya’s lips trace along his spine it makes him shiver, hot and cold at the same time, everything mixing into one as opposites contradict each other, fill in the whole until there’s nothing but sheer feeling left. He knows he’s helpless to resist, he knows he’ll melt underneath the advances whether he wants it or not. A warm palm rests on his hip and when the fingers curl, nails scraping over the soft flesh, he can’t hold back the tiniest of outcries. He can feel Toshiya smile against his back.
• Kaoru/Die
• PG
• for mog_fuyu
Die has never understood how Kaoru can have such a deranged sense of style. When they all supported the visual looks and pulled off the most interesting combinations, the worst failures in styling were always Kaoru’s weird bug-hats and fishnet-shirts. Even now, with the new casual look, the lead guitarist doesn’t always know just how he should dress without violating every possible rule of common fashion-sense. Still when Die points out to him before their annual Christmas party with the whole band that he should maybe let him help in picking the clothes, Kaoru just shakes his head and tells him he’s got it under control. A few hours later, he appears in the Christmas party, dressed in a perfect Santa Claus outfit. At least now Die knows that this year he wants to sit on Santa’s lap.
• Die/Kyo
• PG
• for cadkitten
It’s been long ever since Kyo last felt complete. For almost all his life, he’s been fighting his inner demons, sometimes succeeding better and sometimes worse. There were times when he felt like nothing was worth it anymore, like he was broken to little pieces deep inside, irreparably. That was when he learned to hate Christmas. It was the holiday for the happy, joyful people and what would he then gain from it? Nothing. Yet, these past months have showed him that maybe he needs to re-evaluate his attitude finally. Even now, with that warm body huddled so close to his, a puff of red hair emerging from underneath the blanket and a pair of arms wrapped loosely around his waist, he can’t deny that he is happy. Happier than he’s ever been on a Christmas morning. And he can’t help but to smile as he hugs Die’s lean frame closer to himself. Maybe he’s not irreparably broken after all.
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• for daidetre
Die still remembers the first time Toshiya passed him a note at an interview. It was hastily scribbled, only a few messy lines on a bright yellow napkin – god knows where he got that one from – but it managed to brighten the whole day nevertheless. From then on, it became a tradition. Every time they were having a boring interview, both nearly falling asleep on the spot, at some point Toshiya would poke Die’s side and hand him something under the table. Usually it was a small piece of paper, sometimes the words were written on the bassist’s palm in the lack of anything else. Those short confessions of love and little compliments easily made Die smile like an idiot. Even to this date, he’s saved every single one of those little crumpled pieces of paper. They’re love letters, after all.
• Kaoru/Toshiya
• PG
• for sick_pride
Languid, slow mornings like this are something Kaoru could never get enough of. He’s not one to sleep in long in the mornings, he rather wants to get up early and make something productive out of his day. He never felt the need to just lazy around in bed. Not before he found out just how nice those mornings can actually be. When he opens his eyes, he instinctively turns his head until he’s face to face with the actual reason for the change. Toshiya is still asleep, his features relaxed and Kaoru can’t resist the temptation. He raises his hand, reaching out to touch the other man’s smooth cheek with his fingertips. This. This is exactly why he loves slow mornings. If only to watch the other man sleep.
• Kaoru/Die
• PG
• for scwolf_10k
Kaoru has never really thought just how much Die means to him. Granted, he knows he loves him, of course he does after they’ve been together for years now and even live in the same apartment for months. Yet, he has never really stopped to think about it. It’s hard for him to put it into words, maybe that’s one reason why he’s been avoiding the thought. He is more a man of action, showing his affection through his deeds instead of mushy words. Yet all it takes is a completely ordinary morning, a cup of strong coffee and a look straight into the younger guitarist’s eyes. He knows. Without Die he wouldn’t be what he is. He would be incomplete.
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I already have a bunch of other drabbles done for a drabble-meme and I try to get them posted one of these days too. They're a bit longer than these, but hey, still drabbles x)