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xaphrin · 7 years

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Betrothed

Shirayuki was twelve the first time she met her betrothed. Although, looking back on it, the whole scenario had gone horribly awry, and she was surprised that anything good could have come out of it at all.

The Mountain Lions had of course made a big ceremony about presenting her to him - she was, the first daughter born to a chief in five generations, and it seemed only natural that they would show her off. A daughter was a symbol of pride, one of growth and prosperity on the village. And they made sure to show it, showering Shirayuki with gifts and praise as she sat perched in the main hall of the village. She was dressed in the best clothing and furs available for chief’s daughter, and her hair had been pulled up into some contemporary style, pinned with beads and flowers and herbs from the garden she kept outside the village. She felt like a piece that was put on display - a trophy.

Shirayuki had known that she was betrothed for the last two years, but she had never really considered what her betrothed was like - it hadn’t seemed important and never crossed her mind before. He could be ugly and selfish, and she wouldn’t have a clue. The only thing she was certain of was that it was a match from another tribe to the north, one much like the Mountain Lions but with a past far more dangerous. The north was wild, and so they had to be too. This match was one made out of convenience - to protect the Mountain Lions, while offering open trade to the other tribe. It was good deed and a nice way to start relations between two villages - as everyone had said. To Shirayuki, it was a duty that she must fulfill and nothing more.

Although, perhaps it would be in better taste to be on time.

Shirayuki, bored and tired of looking like a fancy doll for the rich, sat there and waited for what seemed to be hours. Villagers popped in and out of the main hall, wishing her luck and blessing her for a happy union. And, all she could do, was smile politely and watch the shadows on the floor grow longer and longer, hoping that her betrothed would at least have the dignity to show his face before dinner. It was one thing to stand her up, but to stand up an entire village seemed

No such luck, it seemed. It was nearly nightfall when her father had told everyone to bar the gates to the village. If he was upset he only showed it in little huffs of annoyance and sulking around the empty rooms of the hall. Perhaps there was miscommunication when it came to introducing her new bridegroom. He would be here in the morning, they were all sure of it.

Shirayuki was not.

Annoyed, she slipped out of her house later in the night, her steps quiet on the dirt path outside. The first few stars were starting to peek through the dark golds and purples of the sky, and it made her feel almost wistful. She shook her head and pushed the rogue emotions into the back of her mind, resolving to sneak past a sleeping guard (which proved almost painfully easy). As the fields outside the village gave way into sparse forest, Shirayuki found herself taking a familiar path to her small garden in the woods.

Her heart felt heavy, like it was weighed down by thoughts she couldn’t quite place or feelings she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to feel. A husband. It was the kind of thing that girls her age seemed to ooh and ahh over, ut she wasn’t really sure what she wanted. She still felt young, and there was so much out there that she wanted to experience and explore. Boys were… nice, she supposed, but they didn’t seem quite so important the more she thought about it.

Shirayuki turned down a winding path to find the edge of her garden peeking out from behind a small bush, and she felt the weight in her chest lift just a little. Her garden had always been a special place for her. It was a sanctuary that was only for her, one that she shared with few others… and she was utterly put out when she caught a young man plucking a flower from a plant. His fingers were wrapped around the stem, ready to yank.

Her eyes narrowed and she surged forward to bat away his hand before he could do any real harm. “Hey!”

He snapped his hand back, pulling it to his chest more to keep it away from her and less to cradle it. Shocked, wide eyes looked down at from his impressive height.

Growling, Shirayuki puffed herself up, readying herself for a fight, and she heard the soft tinkling of the fine glass beads still buried in her hair. Oh. Oh right. What in the world was she thinking? She was still dressed in all the finery from this afternoon, practically becoming a target for someone like him to kidnap her. And he did not look friendly. In fact, this stranger looked down-right dangerous. Heat curled up her throat and she took a step back, her feet nearly silent on the grass. He didn’t look like someone she should trust, not with the scar on his cheek and his cat-like stare following her every movement.

Shirayuki put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, hoping she looked more imposing than she felt. “You…. you didn’t ask if you could have one. Those took a lot of time to cultivate, and I don’t want just anyone coming here and destroying my hard work.”

He blinked as if in shock, and for a moment it looked like he was going to say something sharp and biting. A moment flickered between them - a sort of tense curiosity - before his expression melted into something softer, almost playful. The edges of his lips turned up into a ghost of a smile and he bowed deep. “I pray you can forgive me, Miss. I wasn’t aware there was a caretaker for the garden.”

Her heart jumped into her throat, beating like a little, frightened bird. “Well, there is.”

“I am sorry.” He inched forward, his half-step quiet even in the stillness of the night. Every movement of his body was fluid and spoke of an understated strength he was trying to hide. “I hope you can find it within you to allow me to pluck a flower?”

Something about the dark curl of his voice made Shirayuki wonder what kind of person he was. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen, only a few years older than herself, and yet he sounded like a man. The boys her age in her village were bumbling and awkward, still discovering their own emotions and learning that their privates could be used for more than just pissing on the side of a building. But this stranger was…

He was a stranger. And she needed to remember that.

Shirayuki held her ground and stared at him. “And what would you need a flower for?”

“To give to a love of mine.” One edge of his mouth turned up in a smirk. “I think I may marry her someday.”

Her thoughts flashed back to the beads and flowers in her hair, the furs and fabrics over her shoulders and something in her stomach turned over. He couldn’t possibly… no. No it wasn’t possible. If her betrothed hadn’t thought it important to see her during the day, she highly doubted he would show his face now, in the nighttime with no one else to see the ceremony.

He leaned back and waited patiently for her response, as if time wasn’t moving around them. Honestly, it was annoying how confident he was and how easily he maneuvered himself in and out of her space - like he controlled the situation. If she was a stronger woman, she could have put a stop to it, but she instead felt like she was falling into a trap she couldn’t escape.

“You can allow me a flower for love, can’t you? It would be cruel if you didn’t.” His eyes never left her face, and he reached out to stroke the white petals with his knuckle. The touch was gentle, and just watching it made her mind wander into caves and places she had never dared enter before. It was as if she was making a new journey she wasn’t prepared for.

Shirayuki suddenly felt like a fawn whose leg had been caught in wolf’s teeth, waiting for sweet darkness to overtake her. She stared at him, frozen in place. Her heart slammed against her ribs and she swallowed the fear that was coursing through her, bubbling up into her mouth. “I don’t think I could be cruel. You may… you may have one.” She managed to find her footing enough to pull back from the wolf’s mouth. “But only one! And it’s a gift I might not give again, so… so you better make good use of it.”

“Thank you, Miss.” His eyes closed just a little, knowing. “I know my love would be delighted to have such a precious gift.”

“Of course.”

She nodded, and Shirayuki felt herself take a shaking step back. Her hands trembled at her sides, just she hid them in the folds of her clothes, waiting until the stranger had plucked the flower with a delicate snap of the stem. Everything he did exuded confidence, and even her own plants seemed to bend to his will. She wasn’t sure if she should fight him or flee and hope she could save herself from his jaws.

“Thank you again. It’s very generous.” He gave her a polite nod and disappeared into the woods around them, becoming the shadows that loomed in the trees.

Shirayuki stood there, still trembling and feeling the echo of his words hang in the air around them. It was as if time had stopped and she was forced to relive the moment over and over in her head until it grew dark and cold, and she knew she had to return home. Something inside her snapped, like shattered pottery, and she fled. Her heart racing, Shirayuki tore back to the village, feeling a bead drop from her hair and land in the grass.

She would worry about it tomorrow. Tonight, she needed to get into the safety of her own home and hope the shadows didn’t follow her.

When Shirayuki woke the next morning, the house was in an uproar. The women who had primped her her yesterday were pulling her into the main hall again, chattering so fast she couldn’t understand them. Something about a message and a letter, and had she seen her betrothed? He had been here the night before, and he had left something with her father - a gift.

It wasn’t until her father, beaming and mumbling off how he was proud of the young man who visited him, presented her with a letter her betrothed had left on their doorstep that Shirayuki began to realize the depth of trouble she was in. She broke the seal on the parchment and opened the letter to see a simple message staring back at her.

It was lovely to meet you, Miss. I hope you’ll accept my humble gift and apology for delaying the ceremony you dressed so beautifully for. I will see you next season.

- Obi

Shirayuki looked into her father’s outstretched hand to see the bead from her hair and the white flower she had let the stranger take from her garden.

[seven years later]

I’ve sent you magical seeds, Miss. I’m told they’re special, that they only bloom in the warm sun and their colors are the same blue as the sky.

Shirayuki looked at the little flecks of dark brown in the palm of her hand, dotting her skin like pepper. Her heart swelled with an unnamable emotion, and her lips curled up into a soft smile for just a moment. Giggling made her look up from the letter and she could feel the eyes of one of the other herbalists watching her. Her face burned with embarrassment, and she shoved the letter and the handful of seeds into her apron pocket, hoping to avoid the curious whispers and sidelong stares following her. They could be just like clucking hens if she let them.

It had been over seven years since their chance encounter in the woods, and somehow Obi had yet to meet her again. He always told her next season, as if it was not quite a goodbye, but not quite a promise either. Her father traveled up to his village nearly twice a year, but never thought to bring her - no matter how much she begged. To him, the roads were too dangerous traveling north, but Shirayuki knew that meant that he didn’t want her to meet the same fate as her mother. A part of her understood his reasoning, but there was another greedy little part of her that wanted to see Obi again. His letters were so full of life and excitement, that she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait. Next season kept growing and growing, until years stretched before them.

Obi had taken to writing her often at least several times a month, writing in a way that sounded more like he was talking with his best friend than a strange girl he met briefly once in the woods. He had been telling her all about his travels up north, to smaller villages and little towns. He told her all about his new horse that he was breaking in, and how he hoped to ride it to see her one day. Or about making up games with the village children and teaching even the young ones how to play. It was only recently that he’d taken to sending her seeds and pressed flowers tucked into the pages of his letters, like trinkets he was protecting just for her. And each letter the past year was growing fonder. Sometimes, when she was alone with her thoughts, Shirayuki liked to think he was finally going to end the space between them.

She waited until she was far enough away from the other women before she pulled the letter out of her pocket again, poring over the last few lines with a stitch in her chest.

It’s nearing the end of your nineteenth year, Miss. It is time I should stop sending letters and come see you permanently.

Her heart fluttered painfully, an ache that felt more like shock than anything else. She had always known that this was exactly what was going to happen, and yet there was excitement about it. Even though this strange man was going to be her husband and partner, she still wanted him, ardently. There was a strange sort of wonder that filled her with something bright and effervescent. She shoved the letter back into her pocket and uttered a half-hearted excuse towards the other herbalists before darting out of the garden. The spring sun was warm against her skin, hiding her blush behind the heat of its rays, and she wove the familiar path through the woods heading into her own garden. It was still a sanctuary for her, a place she went to if she wanted to be alone just to relive that chance meeting again.

Obi was standing there - of course - like the product of a spell she hadn’t yet cast.

And the years, it seemed, had been good to him. Broad shoulders filled out his travel-worn jacket, and his smile filled his face with a soft light she didn’t know was possible.

“I almost arrived before my letter?” His voice was cheeky and playful, a deep rumble against the silence between them. “What a shame. The postmaster is clearly slacking.”

Shirayuki could feel her heart skipping in her chest, fluttering against her ribs as she looked up into his face. Everything inside her filled to the brim, emotions she had buried and thoughts that skirted just outside of her memories seemed to come to the forefront of her thoughts. She wanted so badly it almost hurt. He looked somehow less dangerous than she remembered, or maybe her perception was slightly skewed after reading about the pair of kids he had nursed back to health last spring after a bad frost that killed their mother.

Her voice skipped in her throat as she watched him shuffle in front of her. “I… ah… I thought… I mean, you’re here much sooner than I anticipated.”

“Miss!” He placed a hand over his heart as if he were hurt, and took a step forward towards her. Even his movements were smoother, more mature. There was no boy hiding even in the corners of him, Obi was certainly all man. “Did you not read my letter? I was certain that I told you that your nineteenth year was coming to an end.” There was a soft shadow that covered the gold of his eyes before he looked back into her face with a small, almost shy smile. “I thought… perhaps… it was time.” He paused and cleared his throat, trying to appear respectful. “If you’re ready. I don’t want to make you feel as though you have to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

Her eyes fluttered, confused. “Is that why you haven’t seen me? Because you think I’m not ready?”

“You were a child when I met you last, Miss.”

He wasn’t wrong. She had been younger then, not quite sure about the where she stood in a marriage that was made for her. And he had seemed so much older then, so much more worldly than herself, she must have seemed so much younger then. She must have looked like every part the child she was.

“And… judging by the letters we exchanged, I could tell you needed time.”

He moved another step closer, and Shirayuki could smell the scent of wind and rain and north on him. It felt as though she were standing in the moment seven years ago, but instead of waiting for his jaws to clamp down on him, she was waiting to soar. She was standing on the edge of a cliff, feeling a warm updraft brush against her cheek, ready to take her into the sky. Her hands dug into the folds of her skirt and she waited for him to finish.

“Even if this is a marriage designed by our villages, I think it’s best that we give each other both time we need.” He rubbed the back of his head and looked away, his ears turning pink. “We know what we are supposed to do, but what we want and need to do is always a little different. I wanted to make sure that you had whatever you needed, you got.Even if it was space from me.”

Shirayuki flushed and she clutched her hands tighter in her skirt, feeling the parchment of the letter crinkle with the movement. It was a reminder that even though he let her grow, he was always so close - always next to her. “You’re right… I valued the time apart.” She let go of a little laugh. “But I appreciate the stories you filled me with. I feel as though I’ve gotten to know a part of you you don’t share.”

He looked away, pretending to be interested in the trees. “You… ah… didn’t tell anyone about the kids? Did you?”

She just laughed, throwing her arms around him and pulling him tight against her. Her heart felt as jumpy as her own, nervous and frightened in the space they had created. Shirayuki lifted herself on tip-toe, kissing the bottom of his jaw before whispering, “I think maybe it’s time I came to see you permanently too.”

#obiyuki #obiyukibingo #arranged marriage #I got tired of looking at this #UGH #no one should let me write ever #ban me from the internet and throw my useless form into the upside down where it belongs #that might be it for bingo #i'm officially on hiatus #peace

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claudeng80 · 7 years

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Obiyuki Bingo Entries by AU

Because I was curious about which AUs had been done the most, I sorted them all. Hope I got everything, but I was going off @snowwhite-andtheknight‘s summary posts so I think this should be it. The full list is behind the cut. Use this at your own risk, I may have missed some NSFW tags.

Free Spaces

Breakfast - @xaphrin

Rarely Pure and Never Simple Part 3 - @sabraeal (NSFW)

Yoga AU - @superhappybubbleslove

Ex Gratia II - @vivianwisteria

Potentials Cut - @k-itsmaywriting

Late at Night VII - @akai-vampire

Knowing You: Burn - @ruleofexception

All’s Fair in Love and War - @nonstopdoodle

Two Years Later - @claudeng80

If I Walk It’s With You Beside Me - @glitter-and-golden

A Pair - @jaygirl987

Neighbors

Out Into the Sunlight - @glitter-and-golden

All Pain Will Turn to Medicine - @sabraeal

Alone - @ruleofexception

Plant Attack (it’s best to surrender) - @rebeccaravenroth

Green Eyes and a Heart of Gold - @jaygirl987

Coffee Shop

Chilled To The Bone - @jaygirl987

Help Wanted - @ruleofexception

Coffee Shop AU - @superhappybubbleslove

Three Minutes - @xaphrin

Post-Apocalypse

It’s Not Always Over When You Think It Is - @akai-vampire

Damned - @ruleofexception

After the Comet - @claudeng80

Love and Other Monstrosities - @vivianwisteria

Noir

An Ally to Gain - akai-vampire

Loyalties and Other Crimes - vivianwisteria

Go For Broke - sabraeal

Roommates

The Tipping Point - @sabraeal

Lost Notebook, Reward Offered - @claudeng80

Wishing Everyday Was Sunday - @jaygirl987

Tattoo Shop

Tattoo Artist - @vfordii

With Love - @jaygirl987

Flowershop part 2 - @superhappybubbleslove

Adoption

An Old Debt Or An Excuse To Meet? - @akai-vampire

Titles - @claudeng80

Bartender

Co-Workers? - @akai-vampire

Hey Stranger - @jaygirl987 (NSFW)

Beauty and the Beast

Fangs and Claws - @akai-vampire

Then Somebody Bends - @littleaverill

Bellydancer

Gifts - @xaphrin

Impediment - @claudeng80

Bookstore

Tall Tales - @xaphrin

Excerpt - @jaygirl987 (NSFW)

Bucket List

Touch - @ruleofexception

Motel on the Hill - @k-itsmaywriting

Daemon

Black and White - @akai-vampire

Creatures of a Brief Season - @sabraeal

Flower Shop

Convallaria - @xaphrin

Flowershop - @superhappybubbleslove

Friends with Benefits

Ex Gratia - @vivianwisteria (NSFW)

Impatient - @akai-vampire (NSFW)

Graceling

Graceling - @vfordii

Fall From Grace - @jaygirl987

Hospital

It’s Easier to Lie - @littleaverill

Twitch - @ruleofexception

Incubus/Succubus

Just a Taste - @jaygirl987 (NSFW)

Filled with fire, exhale desire - @littleaverill

Magic

Bound - @jaygirl987

Fruits Which Unknown Orchards Bore - @sabraeal

Mermaid

Nymphaeaceae - @ruleofexception

Obiyuki Bingo: Mermaid AU - @krispy-kream

Role Reversal

When the Wind Moves the Sky - @littleaverill

Akagami no Shirayukihime (to tanken) - @rebeccaravenroth

Soulmate

Half of My Heart - @jaygirl987

SoulM8 - @ruleofexception

Star Trek

Pressure - @claudeng80

Wanting is More Pleasurable Than Having (And OTher Things Vulcans Don’t Know a Damned Thing About) - @sabraeal

Pirate

Lost Bearings - @xaphrin

Voyage of the Arrow - @claudeng80

You’ve Got Mail

Misdelivery - @vivianwisteria

Sincerely - @jaygirl987

Arranged Marriage

Betrothed - @xaphrin

Blind Date

Intervene - @jaygirl987

Dance

In Her Own Time - @claudeng80

Host Club

Crashing and Crushing - @k-itsmaywriting

Kpop

Glow - @k-itsmaywriting

Laundromat

Spin Cycle - @xaphrin

Lifeguard

A Breath of Air - @akai-vampire

Miraculous Ladybug

Miraculous Ladybug - @vfordii

Modern

Fangs and Claws II - @akai-vampire

Mountain Lion

Belling the Cat - @superhappybubbleslove

Escort

Rumour - @ruleofexception

Fairy Tale

The Fairies’ Knight - @claudeng80

Fashion

Fashion|Wonder Woman - @vfordii

Genderswap

Why Does Anyone Even Use the Transporters? - @claudeng80

Ghost

Aura - @ruleofexception

Ghostbusters

Ghostbusters - @vfordii

Guide and Sentinel

Sneak - @jaygirl987

High School Teacher

Counting Coins - @k-itsmaywriting

Hunger Games

Partner - @ruleofexception

How to Train Your Dragon

Onyx - @jaygirl987

Mob

If Not For You, Then For No One Else - @superhappybubbleslove

Musical Theater

Prologue - @ruleofexception

Musician

Affetuoso Cantabile, II - @vivianwisteria

Mystery

Mystery part 1 - @superhappybubbleslove

Omegaverse

Obiyuki Bingo: Omegaverse - @krispy-kream

Police

Community Service - @claudeng80

Temeraire

The Courier’s Special Delivery - @claudeng80

Space Opera

The Spice of Life - @nonstopdoodle

Star Wars

The Librarian and the Knight - @claudeng80

Superhero

A Cape is Just An Accessory - @akai-vampire

Sword and Sorcery

Rescue - @claudeng80

Supernatural Creatures

Mystery AU part 2 - @superhappybubbleslove

Theater

Stitch and Sew - @jaygirl987

Take-out/Delivery Person

The Mansion on the Hill - @claudeng80

War

Who Keeps Your Flame? - @littleaverill

#obiyukibingo #I'll certainly fix any mistakes so let me know #I'm sure I've butchered the names of bubbles' fics at the least

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 7 years

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Follow up to this, because why not?

“It’s been nearly two weeks,” Yuzuri comments through the open window, swaying easily on the front porch rocking chair. “Are you sure he is what you say he is?”

“He’s not a wolf,” Shirayuki replies, running her hands through the beasts fur. His huge pink tongue laps up the last of the stew, wrapping its paws around the base of the pot to keep it in place. Maybe she should move him to more solid foods – slaughter a chicken or two and see if he prefers raw meat like his wild cousins. “I mean, he is. Obviously. But he also isn’t.”

Yuzuri’s fingertips graze the boundary that lines her home, sending shivers down her spine. Blue sparks ripple across the walls, and both Shirayuki and the wolf look up; Yuzuri’s eyes are distant, though, staring out into the forest. “But aren’t they supposed to have a human form?”

That’s what’s been troubling her. A human would be easier to treat. She doesn’t know how severe his injuries are behind all that dark fur. “Supposedly.”

Yuzuri twirls her ice blue hair between her fingers and glances at her out of the corner of her eye. “Maybe he’s stuck?”

She glances over at the beast as it licks it’s maw, his gaze slow and steady at the other woman. “I wouldn’t know.”

Yuzuri stares back, her smile the secret sort that got them in all sorts of trouble when they were younger. When she looks back towards the forest with a leisurely hum, the creature snorts, shaking itself. Stretching his paws forward with a yawn, he lets out a high-pitched sound from the back of his throat before relaxing, settling his head on her lap.

A surprised sort of happiness bubbles in her chest. Pleased, she ruffles the fur atop his head.

“Suzu thinks you have a wolf living in your house,” Yuzuri comments wryly after a bit.

Shirayuki laughs, her fingers slipping behind his ear to give it a little scratch. He tilts his head, offering her more and his back leg shakes happily. Her grin feels permanently plastered to her face and she thinks about how she hasn’t felt this at ease in a long time.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

~ ~ ~

Days bleed into weeks, and the weeks bleed into a month. Slowly, the creature recovers; not enough to wander alone outside, but enough to follow her around the house, to nose at her skirts while she cooks, to rest his great paws on her work station and snuffle the poultices and bundles of herbs there.

He is a troublesome gent most days, but even she has to admit, the way he fills the silences between guests is… peaceful. Enjoyable, even.

Even when he knocks over all of her tinctures with a swift wag of the tail.

After a cycle and a half of the moon, few visitors even blink when they find themselves face to face with amber eyes and fur as black as night. If anything, they coo over him, remarking pleasantly on his recovery.

Word spread around town like fire that first night, and she had awoken to her porch filled with more offerings than she knew what to do with. Even after all this time and the whispers of excitement dying down to a mild sort of disappointment, he was welcome. Even Keiran, as skittish a boy as she ever met, had taken kindly to the huge creature.

The town knew: She was still their Lady Protector, stationed at the edge of the wood. She just had some company now.

~ ~ ~

It’s late and she lays sprawled out on the floor, a book in hand and the weight of the creatures head resting across her stomach. Squinting in the dying firelight, she sighs, letting her reading fall to her side, unwilling to move him to rekindle the flames.

She stares into the burning coals, boneless, her hand absently stroking its big ears and the crown of its head. “Am I wrong?” she says softly. His ears flicker towards her and she glances down, meeting those incredibly intelligent eyes. “Are you just a wolf?”

He blinks slowly at her, and she smiles sleepily, relaxing back and closing her eyes. "Well, even if you aren't a faoladh, it is still nice having someone else in the house."

~ ~ ~

Shirayuki wakes - stiff, hungry, and freezing. The cold from the night had soaked into her bones, filling her body with a groaning protest. She should’ve moved to the bedroom, or at the very least restocked the hearth before falling asleep. That’s the last time she stays out here throughout the night. He was healthy enough now: Maybe she could coax her wolf upstairs to share the bed with her from now on.

Speaking of—the weight of his head is heavy, pressing firmly into her bladder and she grimaces. Reaching down, she pets him, gentle, but hopefully firm enough to rouse him so she can go relieve herself.

Ruffling short spiky strands, she hears a soft grunt before he is nuzzling against the soft of her belly. Wincing, she palms stronger, pushing him away with a moderate level of insistence, sinking her hands into his fur to grip and—

That groan did not sound like any animals that she had ever heard.

Slowly, she releases her grip, sliding her hand down further and coming into contact with- with skin. That was skin. Her eyes widen and she looks down and there- there is a man- a very naked man curled against her side.

Her whole body turns red with embarrassment. She means to scream, means to shove him off and scramble backwards, but then his jaw stretches in a wide, languid yawn and he blinks up at her sleepily.

Those eyes—They are the same.

Her mouth is agape.

Her mind goes numb. At the edge of her hearing, she hears the tinkle of bells, the shudder of the barrier and then-

There’s a knock at the door.

“Shirayuki! Shirayuki, are you in?”

Her brain clicks back on.

Zen.

#obiyukibingo #supernatural creatures au #bubbleswrites #obiyuki #why not one more just for funsies?#:D

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littleaverill · 7 years

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Then Somebody Bends - Beauty and the Beast AU

Before Shirayuki, on a small pedestal, was a rose - beautiful, red, dying. It needed no water, no dirt as it floated, but still the delicate petals fell one by one. They laid shrivelled at the bottom of the glass cage. It was one of the few plants left alive in the capital. The curse had affected more than the people; the entire landscape had frozen, covered in a thick layer of ice and snow, the winds blowing ever fiercer. Never had she thought she would consider Lyrias warm. The rose had been secure in Izana's chambers before Haki and her entourage of scientists and cursebreakers had arrived. Now it remained in the lab, a small room off of the library, for testing. Obi entered the room with her dinner, his brass feet clacking against the stone floor. Even as a coatrack, he walked with grace, wooden limbs moving fluidly. Some of the curse's victims complained of stiffness and lack of mobility, but he seemed unaffected. She glanced back towards her work, then up at him. He gestured expectantly toward the food. "You have to eat." He found her eating habits appalling, and she had only been here four days, only known him for three. She wasn't sure what he thought about her sleep schedule, but it couldn't be flattering. She dragged her chair closer to the platter, sniffing it cautiously. Her stomach grumbled in impatience. She raised her fork, poised to spear an unknown meat, and paused. Obi was looming. "How spicy is it?" She asked. He laughed and backed away from the table. "Not as spicy as last time, I swear." Her mouth tingled at the memory. She ate the first bite slowly, then dove in. She was ravenous. Obi crossed his arms smugly. He was an old friend of Suzu's; she only knew of him because of the letter that had sent Suzu toppling out of his chair with laughter. Supposedly, Obi visited often, but she hadn't been in Lyrias long enough to meet him. Obi wasn't a healer by profession, she wasn't quite sure what he did, but he managed to keep up with the science flying around the room. She'd been skeptical at first, but Ryuu, one of Garrack Gazelt's staff and a robin-blue tea cup, had vouched for him. She finished her dinner swiftly, deciding to pack it in. She couldn't do much right now without Suzu; between them, he was the better cursebreaker. "Do you think they can do it in time? Haki and Izana, I mean." Obi asked. "They might." Love wasn't her area of expertise, but it seemed unlikely. "We'll probably break it well before that point." Neither Izana or Haki seemed eager to fall in love, even to break a curse - even though they've been engaged for a year. "Honestly, they might be resisting on principle." "Maybe they don't know how to love freely." Shirayuki paused, considering. Often, Obi would speak so casually, but something in his voice made her certain he wasn't being straightforward. The grooves and scars in the wood that made up his face made him hard to read, and she doubted it would be any easier once the curse was broken. She wondered what colour his eyes were - the bright blue she's come to associate with Clarines, grey like the stormy ocean her grandparents had taken her to see, or dark as the pepper he insists makes everything taste better. She wondered if his skin was the same deep brown as his cursed form. She wondered if she wondered too much. After all, as soon as the curse was broken, she would be heading back to Lyrias: frozen most of the year and soggy the rest, home to primarily scholars, and - apart from the occasional outbreak - uneventful. No one would follow her there - not a prince, and not Obi. "They'll figure it out eventually," she said and wondered if she believed it.

#obiyuki #ans #obiyukibingo #beauty and the beast au #more of that mess #this is a mess #but it's a slightly longer mess #Izana got cursed #because of course he did #and Haki can't let her betrothed and his entire castle be cursed for eternity #so she fixes it #I did it folks

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Rarely Pure and Never Simple: Part 3

Shirayuki half expects their relationship to end when the show does.

It would make sense, in a way. Outside of the insular theater fish bowl, Obi’s the school’s bad boy, the super senior with a mysterious past, someone who’s had sex, and she -- well, she spends the first five minutes after she wakes up Monday morning straightening out with Higata when they should go over the latest Mathematics Magazine. Now that drama season is over, they have to catch up with the other Mathletes. She can already feel atrophy in the area of her brain she’s dedicated to functional equations.

That’s the real problem: when the curtain closes and the lights go down, he’s still just as much of a bad ass as he always is, and she -- she’s never been more than twenty points away from a perfect score on any of her SATs. Out of seven classes, four of hers are AP, she’s taking three STEM courses and -- and she enjoys extra credit assignments. The closest she’s ever come to sex was when she forgot to turn on safe search in ninth grade image-searching for stallions.

(”Stallions?” He’s so close to her, she can feel the way his shoulder shakes against hers. Every nerve feels electric when he sits next to her like this, and it feels dangerous to be in near-darkness with him, only the emergency lighting illuminating his face. “What’s a cute kid like you doing looking for stallions?”

“Someone told me I looked like I liked horses!” He’s practically quivering with laughter now, and she can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed, not when -- not when she can make him laugh. “I thought I should try to learn about them --”

“Jesus Christ, kid,” he snickers. “You don’t need to meet everyone’s expectations.”)

Yes, god, the way you sound, Obi growls in her memory, god, fuck, that’s so good, please --

Well, it had been the closest she’d been until last weekend, at least.

But that’s the point. She’s not that girl she was in the car, her skirt rucked up to her hips and tights with runs in them, rocking into -- into things. She’s just...her. Heavy sweaters and high-waisted skirts, kitten socks peeking over the tops of her boots. She’s never even seen a condom outside of health class. With so many other options, there’s no reason for someone like him to stay with her.

She spends the fifteen minute walk to school heavy-breathing with her head in her hands, trying to prepare herself. It’s fine, it is. He’s had a night to think about it. He’ll realize that this is like, Stockholm Syndrome or whatever, and let her down gently. This is all just...pulling off a band aid. She’s just got to get it over with.

At least that’s what she thinks until she sees him waiting on a stile outside the school, breath misting in the air. His whole face lights up the moment he catches sight of her.

“Kid!” he calls out, falling into step beside her. A wave of finality washes over her. This is the moment of truth; this is when he either does something or --

His fingers thread through hers, their palms kissing as he squeezes tight. A smile curves his mouth; not a smirk, not a grin, but a smile. In the morning light, she can almost make out a blush under his skin.

“Hi,” he says shyly, swinging their hands sweetly between them. “Did you, um, have a good night?”

(He pulls back, panting, pupils endless in the darkness, his hand still hot on her waist. “Kid,” he gasps, “if you don’t go in, your grans are going to wonder why you’re out here, sitting in my car for so long.”

Her stomach feels bruised, and it’s only when she shifts her gaze the the clock on his dashboard that she realized she’s been shoving it into the center console, as if she could make it a less solid barrier by force of will.

“It’s fine,” she breathes, struggling to bring his mouth closer to hers. “It’s after eight. They’re probably asleep watching TV. They won’t even notice --”

“Kid.” He jumps away, chuckling under his breath. “You should go in. We’ve got plenty of time for...things. Don’t gotta blow your --” He drags his words to an abrupt stop, scrubbing a hand over his face. “We can do more later, I mean.”

She whines. “But --”

“Later,” he says, firmer this time. He presses one last kiss to her lips. “I promise.”)

“Y-yes.” She’s practically tripping over herself to seem normal, but he’s just -- just holding her hand as they walk, like this is something they do every day, like this isn’t totally foreign country. He’s so casual, and she’s struggling to figure out if he’s flirting. “I-I, um, has a very nice goodnight kiss, so I, uh, had very sweet dreams.”

His eyebrows inch to his hairline, heat flaring in his eyes. “Is that so?”

Oh, he should -- he should not be able to sound like that at school. She ducks her head, burying her face into his side. “Mm-hm.”

He draws to a stop, fingers hesitantly slipping away from hers, and for a moment her heart pounds, her palms prickling with sweat and -- and maybe that was too much? She’s not really sure how to flirt, whether she’s coming off too corny or if he just doesn’t like it, but --

She looks up. A floral decal stretches across deep red metal. Oh, they’re at her locker. The end of the line. Obi fidgets with the strap on his his messenger bag, not quite meeting her eyes.

“Hey, is it okay if I --” He stops with a sigh, shaking his head. A slight pressure urges her chin up, her gaze falling straight into the warm amber of his eyes. His fingers reach out, hooking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “That’s better. Is it okay if I --” the words catch again -- “would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Shirayuki blinks. She didn’t complain last night, what could have possibly changed for him to --?

He jostles against her with a grunt, head snapping over his shoulder to glare. Kai winces, holding up a hand as he squeaks by. “Sorry, man!”

Oh. Oh. It’s not about whether she wants to kiss him, it’s about -- about whether she wants to to this in public. Whether she wants everyone to know.

“Obi,” she laughs, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, urging him to face her. She raises up on the tip of her toes, his hands coming to support her --

This should be chaste; it’s just a quick good morning kiss, not hot back-seat make outs, but his lips slide against hers with a lazy heat, as if they’re wrapped up in silk sheets and it’s Sunday morning -- god, she watches too much TV -- and she loses herself. Her back falls against her locker, and she drags him with her, his hands squeezing her hips just hard enough to send frisson sparking through her belly. She opens her mouth, letting his tongue slide past her teeth --

“Ah,” Zen coughs. “That would be what happened.”

Obi startles under her hands, but he doesn’t jump away. He pulls the slightest bit back, letting their lips part with a soft smack.

“Ah...” He rubs his neck with one hard, casting a shrinking look over at him. “Hey, Chief.”

To his credit, Zen doesn’t look mad, just -- resigned. Knowing. “I was just coming over to tell you that Izana approved your shifts this week.”

“Oh, uh.” Obi looks like he’d rather the floor swallow him whole than keep talking. “Thanks, man. I need the hours. You know, play stuff.”

“I know. It’s no problem.” Zen’s eyes dart between them. She doesn’t even realize how hard she’s clenching Obi’s shirt until his gaze catches on them, both eyebrows raising to his hairline. “And, ah, congratulations, I guess.”

Obi mumbles his thanks, so flushed he’s beginning to look pink. Shirayuki smiles, fingers loosening so that she can trail her hand down to one of his, squeezing it tight.

“Thank you,” she says. “I’m -- we’re very happy.”

Zen’s mouth pulls tight, but she barely notices over the way Obi is looking at her; this wide, wondrous look as if he’s never seen her before.

“Good,” Zen says finally, and he -- he means it, she can tell. “You both deserve it. Being happy.”

He clears his throat, turning to Obi. “You’re still going to come play ball with us this Saturday, right?”

Obi almost sags in relief. “Yeah, if you don’t mind losing.”

“Hey,” Zen laughs, “Kiki’s on my team this time.”

“Yeah, okay, shorty,” he claps back, mouth parted in a grin. “You tell yourself it’s gonna matter.”

For how much his attraction -- and her own -- took her by surprise, she expects people to be more...shocked than they are.

“You weren’t already together?” Ryuu asks, disinterested, as he stares at the ceiling, trying valiantly not to look at Obi splitting into their flask.

(Enzyme chemistry had been his worst unit so far -- and Obi’s favorite.

“What’s not to love?” Obi drawls, leaning back as he swirls his saliva around, trying to read the marks on the side. “You get to eat things in class, and now I’m being told to spit in shit.”

“Bodily fluids,” Ryuu offers, pained, before laying his head on the bench.)

“I just assumed,” he continues, settling out one of the tubes of potato starch. “You always sat next to him on the tech couch. And you were always touching. I didn’t see you kissing, but I assumed that was because I was around.” He blinks his wide blue eyes at the both of them. “Isn’t that how couples act?”

Obi coughs into his shoulder, and she glares.

“Well,” she huffs. “I was surprised.”

Kiki glances at their joined hands when they come sit with her at lunch.

“Finally,” she says, so smug. Shirayuki wishes she could sink through the floor.

Mitsuhide, at the least, is shocked. “Finally?” he yelps. “I thought – didn’t you – didn’t Zen –?”

Kiki leans over, squeezing his thigh. “Things change.”

The tips of his ears burn a bright red. “O-oh. That’s, um, true.”

Kihal’s is the most embarrassing by far.

“Oh, thank god,” she drawls, casting an appreciative look over to where Obi’s bent over a flat, trying to tell Kai how to break down the frame without ruining the wood. “Someone needed to be getting some of that.”

Shirayuki feels her face flush. “I, um, I mean --”

“I mean look at that.” She gestures to what Shirayuki assumes are his, ah, assets. “Someone needs to put their hands on it. For science.”

She doesn’t know how to explain she hasn’t, not yet, so instead she says, “Did you know Mitsuhide and Kiki are dating now, too?”

It’s strange how easy it is to be with him.

After Zen, where every moment seemed fraught and important, like if she breathed at the wrong she would lose her chance, being with Obi is – simple. She’s used to Izana looking down his nose at the girl whose grandparents run the local pub, or her grandparents exchanging worried looks when Zen dropped her off after practice.

He lives up on the hill, doesn’t he, they’d ask, mouths set in worried lines, what’s he doing stepping out with a girl like you?

She tells them she’s dating Obi, and they both grin, exchanging knowing looks, and ask, when’s he coming to dinner?

Friday is the answer.

Izana has him working nearly every day at the club the rest of the week; he’d taken two weeks off for tech, and at the end of the day he could only just barely afford it. She asks when his next free day is, and Obi blurts out Friday in an eager burst, breathless. She blinks, confused, until it dawns on her – they haven’t been together in a week. Alone.

They’ve kissed, of course, quick pecks that more often than not lead to lingering lips and late classes, but they haven’t had time to – to do things. Make out things. As good as she’s promised herself she’ll be, she misses the feel of his skin beneath her palms, of his breath stuttering into her mouth, of his soft groans beneath her lips –

Ah, right. Maybe it’s better that they…haven’t had time.

Or so she thinks, until he’s seated across from her at her grandparents’ trestle table -- It’s Amish-made, Grandad tells him proudly when he asks, brought it up from Dutch Country as a wedding gift. An heirloom piece, yanno? -- and she can see the straight set of his shoulders beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, see the shy way he ducks his head when Nanna compliments the box of French pastries he’s brought for dessert.

“I just boxed up some extra from work, is all,” he says with a shrug. “We’re allowed to take some at the end of last shift.”

“It’s very thoughtful,” Nanna tells him, with the sort of tone that says she won’t hear anything to the contrary. “Glad to see Shirayuki’s got good taste.”

“Nanna!” she hisses, clapping her hands to her cheeks, heat building under her palms. “Don’t say that! That’s so embarrassing.”

Shirayuki wants to melt under the table, she wants a yawning abyss to open up right under her --

Until Obi laughs.

She’s seen it before; he usually snickers or -- if Mitsuhide is being particularly oblivious -- giggles, but sometimes, when he’s real happy, he does this. He just fills up on it, laughing right up from his belly until his eyes tear.

It’s the most perfect sound she’s ever heard.

It’s inconvenient that her grandparents are right there, when she wants to kiss him so badly. She wants to taste the joy on his lips, the pleasure in his breath, and --

“You staying after dinner, Obi?” Nanna asks, startling her right out of her reverie. Oh god, she was thinking about that at the dinner table.

“I, uh --” He sends her a panicked look.

“We’re going to do homework,” she says, and he’s relieved, like he thought she might kick him out and tell him she’d see him on Monday. “Obi came straight from the club, and I saved some work.”

“Oh my,” Nanna says with a soft smile. “How responsible of you.”

“As I always say,” Grandad chimes in. “The couple who works together --”

“Stays together,” her and Nanna chorus, with a wry look between them.

Grandad huffs, poking at his peas. “I don’t say it that much.”

Obi’s distracting.

Not that – he’s not trying to be; he’s not beside her on the bed, peppering her neck with kisses as he quizzes her on anatomy, hands sliding hotly over her thighs –

Oh no, he’s not doing that, but he might as well be for the amount she’s able to focus on the bones of the skeletal system. She has a quiz tomorrow, but she’s swapped the tibia and the fibula twice on her practice tests, and on the last one she wrote in tibula and fibia for the arm bones, and she’s just – a mess. She’s a mess.

It’s not his fault; he’s perched at the end of her bed, surrounded by a host of her stuffed companions, long legs stretched out as he tries to pick his way through Catcher in the Rye. He’s minding his own business, brow furrowing deeper with each turn of the page, mouth bowed into an almost comical frown. He hates it, she knows, and it’s almost more entertaining to watch him hate it than to read any of it herself.

(“Holden is such a fucking complainer,” Obi grouses, perched on the arm of the tech couch. Her arm presses into his thigh, and oh, she should have known so much sooner how she felt. Hindsight really is twenty-twenty. “Has this kid ever had a problem in his life?”

“His brother is dead and he got expelled from prep school?” she offers.

Gold peeps out from beneath the thick fringe of his eyelashes. How does he manage to look like this without mascara? “Yeah, but like a real problem.”)

The problem is her; every time she looks at him she is reminded of his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, of the soft noises that tipped from his throat when she pressed her lips to it, of the way his head fell against the headrest, his eyes screwed up in pleasure –

She lets out a huff, exasperated. She needs to – to learn how to forget that, or at least how to function with the knowledge of what he looks like – what he sounds like – when he –

– ah, yes, like that, god – fuck, Shirayuki, I –

Shirayuki slams her textbook shut. She’s not getting anywhere like this. Time for an easier subject.

She glances up, interested in how outraged he’s become, but instead of seeing his head bent and face crinkled in consternation, she sees curious gold, shaded by the dark fringe of his eyelashes. He’s peeking. At her.

He notices she’s noticed, and if anything his lean becomes even more aggressively casual. “Problem?” he asks, and for a moment she thinks of just saying no, real quick so he can’t suss out her lie, but then he stretches, shirt riding up the taunt drum of his stomach and –

“I’m just distracted,” she admits, not bothering to hide her naked appreciation of him. He’s her boyfriend after all – shouldn’t she be able to look?

He laughs at that. “Yeah, I’ve been reading the same five pages for the last five minutes,” he admits, mouth slanting into one of his self-deprecating smile. “Hard to remember what this kid is complaining about when all I can think about is how I want to kiss you.”

He must not mean to say it since his eyes round when hers do. “Kid, I –”

“Then why don’t you?”

There’s only a thin halo of gold around his pupil. “Kid, your grandparents, they’re right – I mean they could –”

“It’s after dinner and they’re watching TV,” she huffs, unfolding her legs from beneath her, leaning back on her hands. “They’re asleep. And I’m at the end of the hall anyway, there’s no way they could sneak up on us.”

He hesitates, a cat caught on a curtain, but the next moment he tucks his legs underneath him, rising up onto his knees, gently setting aside each and every stuffed animal that litters the comforter between them. She wishes she had thought to round them up before he came over, ditching them in a closet or under the bed because as much as she loves Flopsy the hamster and Dino the dinosaur, it’s mortifying to watch him touch them, to rub his finger over the tiny tooth marks in Calico Dog’s molded nose or pet the bald spot her cheek wore away on Rum-Tum’s tummy.

His knees knit between hers as he stops in front of her. His back bos so his hands can cup her face, so his lips can hover tantalizingly close when he asks, “Any rules I’m supposed to be following this time?”

She feels his mouth quirk against her and --

“Just kiss me,” she begs, and then she is stretching up to meet him, his lips brushing over hers with purpose.

She allows him this chaste sort of kissing, once, twice, and then her tongue flicks out over his lips and – and he is falling into her, pushing her back more firmly onto her hands, one of his fisting in the quilt beside hers. Her neck twinges trying to hold the position, not wanting to do anything that might make him pull back, might make him stop the way his mouth moves over hers. His hips brush her knees, and she can’t think of anything but how he might be hard, how she could have the length of him between her legs if only he’d come closer, how she might feel something like that first time, with the fire coiling in her belly and the tautness between her legs and –

He pulls away, panting.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, and oh, she wishes she sounded just a little cooler, a little less breathless.

He huffs out a laugh, a low chuckle that makes her thighs press together. “No, I mean --” He shakes his head. “You just really do it for me.”

“I --” She drops her gaze, sees the bulge straining the seam of his jeans along his leg. “Wow, you’re really -- turned on. I guess.”

“Uh, yeah.” he rubs at his head, flush flaring over his cheeks. “Kissing you tends to do that.”

“Oh.” Her breath is coming heavy, hard. His eyes are fixed to her chest, to the way it shudders with the force of her breath. “Oh.”

Her hands fly from the bed, clapping around his ears, pulling him harder against her, her hands sliding up until the hem of his shirt. There’s nothing keeping them upright, and they both tumble back against the pillows. The impact jars them, sending his mouth away from hers, but she chases it before he can speak, the fingers of one of her hands winding into the thick bristle of his hair.

What feels like a boulder is digging into her back, and she squirms, trying to get off of it, but her bed’s just a twin; there’s not a lot of space. She groans, rolling to one side and Obi plucks the offending object out from beneath her.

“A unicorn?” he asks, smirk creeping up at the edges of his smile.

She flights her blush, yanking Duchess Prettymane from his grasp. “Don’t – don’t worry about it,” she tells him, and tosses her to the floor.

It only makes him grin wider. “You should be nicer to your fr–”

She pulls his mouth down to hers, tongue darting between his lips to lick at the roof of his mouth. “You were saying?” she murmurs against his lips, resting her forehead against his. Her hand slides up the bare skin of his chest, nails catching on a pebbled nipple --

He whines in response, hips grinding into the mattress between her legs and -- oh god, that should be her, she wants that to be her --

And then he is on her again, hips between her thighs, mouth sucking at the curve of her neck. His teeth scrape over her skin, and she lets her legs fall wider, grunt huffing out of her when the stiff corduroy of her skirt won’t let him closer, won’t let her feel him. Reaching down between them, she grabs a handful of the ribbed material and yanks, hiking it further up her thighs --

And then his hands are there with hers, shoving, scraping, letting her urge him on until it’s rucked up to her hips, baring the sweet pattern of kittens playing with balls of yarn on her panties, but she doesn’t care, she can’t when -- when --

He puts his weight on her, right where she needs him most, and she bucks into him, whimpering. There’s that emptiness between her legs again, and the way the hard bulge in his jeans fits against her remind her she could be filled – oh god, he could be in her –

“Can I?” he moans, sounding lost.

She blinks, confused, and for a hot second she’s overwhelmed with the desire to say yes, to remove the barriers between them –

But he’s not talking about that. His hand trails up her side, hesitating just beneath her breast, and oh, oh, that is – that is a better idea. She arches into him with a soft “Please.”

He palms her breast through the soft material of her shirt, and she’s thankful she didn’t wear a foam bra because, oh, the way his thumb drags over the stiff peak of her nipple has her panting, has her remembering how he’d pulled down the shell of her bra and –

And something in her clenches. She’s close to – to that. She should stop – they should stop – but – but –

His hips give one sinuous roll into her, and she is moaning, tugging at the buttons on her shirt. “More,” she tells him, desperate. She’s so close, so close. “Please – more?”

“Fuck,” he whines, hips buck into her. “Yes, yes – fuck – whatever you want, babe.”

His hand is helping hers, his mouth pressing hot kisses to each inch of pale skin they reveal, until they run into the hard barrier of the high waist of her skirt. She grunts in frustration, but he’s undeterred, shoving the fabric off her breasts, teeth scraping over the satin covering her nipple, gold eyes flicking up to meet hers, to see her–

Her head tips back, mouth gasping for air, eyes clenched shut. Behind her lids she sees gold, sees the shine of the emergency lights painting them red as he runs down her copy of the script, scribbling notes in the dim light as he says, you can’t possibly need all these; she sees them crinkled into to slits, glimmering in the sun as he leans over, face so near hers as he says, I’m the luckiest kid in class, having two geniuses for lab partners; she remembers the way he’d leaned over her, palm splayed on a closed locker, saying I think you and me will get along just fine, kid, and – and –

She’s wanted him this whole time, in a hopeless, distant way, never thinking he might want someone like her. And now here he is, mouth groaning her name against her breast and tongue flicking over her nipple and his dick so close to her she can feel it twitch when her breath hitches, when her moan goes ragged and –

And she breaks, body trembling beneath his as his name falls from from lips.

Obi stiffens above her, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Did you –?”

She can feel her face flush. “Yes.”

His mouth twists, and he sits back with a displeased hiss. “I missed it again!”

“You were looking right at me –”

“No, I –” He growls, frustrated. “I looked down at your breasts – stop laughing; they’re perfect, I’m human, so sue me.”

She’s trying, really she is. “You’ll have to do better next time.”

Those gold eyes slide coyly towards her. “So there will be a next time? For…this?”

“I-I mean. Eventually. Not – we should still – this was a surprise –”

Obi laughs. “Uh-huh, kid.” He leans over her, pressing his lips to hers in a lingering kiss. “I think you need to start making rules you can follow.”

“Shirayuki?”

They spring apart, hurriedly yanking her skirt back down her legs and Obi grabbing a pillow to hide his...problem. There’s nothing she can do with her blouse besides try to hold it shut.

“I heard some noise,” Nanna says, voice floating up from the bottom of the stairs. “Everything all right?”

“Ah, y-yeah,” she stutters, mortified at how the corduroy is creased over her thighs. “Obi just...dropped his bio book.”

“Oh, all right.” There’s a moment of silence, and Shirayuki’s hands shake as she tries to buttons on her blouse. Why are they so tiny? Her fingers can hardly hold them. “Obi’s still here?”

“I was just heading out, Nan,” he called out, stifling a laugh. “I just...gotta get all my stuff together.”

Shirayuki has to bite a pillow to stifle her giggles. His...issue is definitely not a small one.

“All right, well I packed up some leftovers for you,” Nanna tells him. “Make sure you grab it on the way out.”

Her scrubs a hand over his face. “Will-do.”

The floor creaks as Nanna shuffles away, and Shirayuki can’t help but inspect Obi’s...inconvenient complication. “You’re, um, okay?”

He raises an eyebrow, snickering when he traces her gaze to the pillow. “Yeah, I’ll just -- deal with it at home.” His face shuffles into something entirely too innocent. “I mean, unless you’re offering, kid...”

He doesn’t see her bolster coming.

#obiyukibingo #free space #obiyuki #rarely pure and never simple #high school drama club AU #my fic #ans #nsfw-ish #in which Shirayuki is terrible at following her own rules #I HOPE YOU ARE ALL HAPPY #lies i know you guys want more

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