[reborn] 3 PWP drabbles
omg sorry. pointless and lame. just have to do this before sliding back into work hell.
1. Kiss*
Playing this song made Gokudera sad. Yamamoto wasn't sure if he could ever have noticed it before, though it wasn't as if Gokudera always showed if he was sad or not.
This time, he only noticed because in the silence that followed, he asked what was wrong and Gokudera didn't answer. Gokudera's eyes were shut and his shoulders were raised in a slight hunch - like he wanted to vanish into another time and place, like he wanted Yamamoto and the piano and the entire room to fall away.
Unwilling to lose to a memory, Yamamoto drew him close and pressed their lips together. Not to his surprise, Gokudera didn't respond immediately... but when he finally did he threw his whole being into the kiss as if it was the only thing that could save him.
Yamamoto wondered if he was sad because Gokudera was sad. Or if he was sad because they should have kissed like this a long time ago.
2. Chrysalis
After he ran away from home, Gokudera worked hard to turn into something else completely. He discarded the silks and velvets, good food and soft beds and the need to speak politely and clearly and well, and forced himself into a protective shell.
At first he was aware that this was an illusion. The lonely little boy walked around in his new armor desperate not to be seen through. He was tough, he was strong, he would come up on top all on his own. He didn't need anyone.
He clung to it like a favorite prayer, telling himself over and over that if he believed in it long and hard enough, this, too, could be real.
But he found this person and this person saw him differently. This person saw the little boy in him, the one who looked forward to the day when he could finally be numb. When he would be comfortable in his skin and not craving for long-lost things, like silks and velvets and warm arms and someone softly singing him to sleep.
This person smiled at him, and he felt something break, and before he knew it something was shining through the cracks. And he was surprised to find that it was the lonely little boy and not the lonely little boy - it was someone tougher and stronger and more beautiful and more terrifying. This new boy had a new light, new wings, new ways of seeing things.
And there was a wide open sky waiting to embrace him.
3. The Things He Likes**
A white ball. His wrist band. New spikes.
Alone time. Time with friends. Time away from friends, alone with someone who happens to be just a little bit more of a friend than the rest.
His old man's sushi. His friends' smiling faces. Little kids up on his shoulders.
Spaghetti vongole. Swearing in Italian. The scent left in a room by a certain brand of cigarettes.
Fireworks shows. Trials of courage. The ball meeting its mark.
Laughter that follows fighting over nothing. Somehow knowing that he's won.
The smell of tatami mats. The first shrine visit of the New Year.
White wine. Red roses. A pinch of black ash on white sheets.
Balconies. Evenings in fall. The blue ocean.
Someone's heart beating loud and clear against his. The sound of a piano playing.
The sky after rain.
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* sortakinda inspired by this 8059 fanart by 13th garden. to be honest, that pic inspires me a lot.
** cheating mostly off yamamoto's cracky happy image song, Minna Suki Daze!, translated by raining_helium
1. Kiss*
Playing this song made Gokudera sad. Yamamoto wasn't sure if he could ever have noticed it before, though it wasn't as if Gokudera always showed if he was sad or not.
This time, he only noticed because in the silence that followed, he asked what was wrong and Gokudera didn't answer. Gokudera's eyes were shut and his shoulders were raised in a slight hunch - like he wanted to vanish into another time and place, like he wanted Yamamoto and the piano and the entire room to fall away.
Unwilling to lose to a memory, Yamamoto drew him close and pressed their lips together. Not to his surprise, Gokudera didn't respond immediately... but when he finally did he threw his whole being into the kiss as if it was the only thing that could save him.
Yamamoto wondered if he was sad because Gokudera was sad. Or if he was sad because they should have kissed like this a long time ago.
2. Chrysalis
After he ran away from home, Gokudera worked hard to turn into something else completely. He discarded the silks and velvets, good food and soft beds and the need to speak politely and clearly and well, and forced himself into a protective shell.
At first he was aware that this was an illusion. The lonely little boy walked around in his new armor desperate not to be seen through. He was tough, he was strong, he would come up on top all on his own. He didn't need anyone.
He clung to it like a favorite prayer, telling himself over and over that if he believed in it long and hard enough, this, too, could be real.
But he found this person and this person saw him differently. This person saw the little boy in him, the one who looked forward to the day when he could finally be numb. When he would be comfortable in his skin and not craving for long-lost things, like silks and velvets and warm arms and someone softly singing him to sleep.
This person smiled at him, and he felt something break, and before he knew it something was shining through the cracks. And he was surprised to find that it was the lonely little boy and not the lonely little boy - it was someone tougher and stronger and more beautiful and more terrifying. This new boy had a new light, new wings, new ways of seeing things.
And there was a wide open sky waiting to embrace him.
3. The Things He Likes**
A white ball. His wrist band. New spikes.
Alone time. Time with friends. Time away from friends, alone with someone who happens to be just a little bit more of a friend than the rest.
His old man's sushi. His friends' smiling faces. Little kids up on his shoulders.
Spaghetti vongole. Swearing in Italian. The scent left in a room by a certain brand of cigarettes.
Fireworks shows. Trials of courage. The ball meeting its mark.
Laughter that follows fighting over nothing. Somehow knowing that he's won.
The smell of tatami mats. The first shrine visit of the New Year.
White wine. Red roses. A pinch of black ash on white sheets.
Balconies. Evenings in fall. The blue ocean.
Someone's heart beating loud and clear against his. The sound of a piano playing.
The sky after rain.
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* sortakinda inspired by this 8059 fanart by 13th garden. to be honest, that pic inspires me a lot.
** cheating mostly off yamamoto's cracky happy image song, Minna Suki Daze!, translated by raining_helium