More Overgron! This is just a place to collect all of the little ficlets and drabbles I've written for them. It won't be updated on any sort of schedule, just when the ideas come.
Fireworks:
The show ended sooner than they had all thought, and after a flurry of flying costume pieces filling the dressing rooms and normal clothes being thrown back on, they met outside the arena, hugging and talking and re-living all that was their tour experience. As they waited for the bus they shared crazy fan encounters, technical goofs, and wardrobe malfunctions some hadn't even noticed. From the middle of the group a loud, masculine voice made everyone look up at the sky, which had been illuminated with fireworks. The hand the voice belonged to shot up to the sky to prove his point, and his friends gasped, heads craned to the sky in wonder.
To the side of a group, a tiny blonde sat in the grass, head turned toward the sky, short blonde hair falling in her face. Her companion, a well-built man with similar hair, pushed the loose strands away from her face and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame and craning his neck toward the sky, keeping his head close to hers so that their faces touched. Her cheek reddened from the contact, but she leaned into him, letting herself enjoy their last night on tour.
"It's like they're for you." He turned his head lazily, not wanting to break contact with her.
"What?"
"The fireworks. It's like they set them up for you, for your last day." She smiled and he mirrored her, squeezing her tighter against him. He moved so he was whispering directly in her ear.
"It's not my last day with you guys, you know. I'll be trolling the set in no time. Can't stay away from my bromance." She giggled and then fake pouted.
"What about me?"
"Well, I thought it was obvious. I could never stay away from you long." They leaned in and shared a kiss under the fireworks, completely and blissfully unaware of the cameras being run by their friends.