A Valentines one-shot ficlet forĀ @squidpro-quo
āI really love the OT3 with Zen/Obi/Shirayuki, something with the three of them would be amazing! Iād rather not get anything with abo au or explicit sexā
I hope this is alright >_< This is my first foray back into writing after a 5 year hiatus. Iāll probably post this on AO3 when I have time later.Ā
Have a lovely valentines!!
Untitled - a short omake?
The crew have some introspective thoughts and musings about the nature of their lives as they hear about the plot of Yuzuriās latest obsession.
There was a strong feeling of foreboding in the air. While Zen never liked trusting in such, he unwittingly fell into the same bad habit that his old manners teachers tried and failed to whip him out of all throughout his younger years: paying more attention to the weather than the words of the person heās engaged in conversation with.
It certainly was the kind of day that couldnāt decide whether to be bright or dreary. The snow flurries already stopped and zenās throat was no longer aching. Yet he was warned to stay aware of his health. Mainly since it would not be good for the image of their beautiful city if royalty got sick there all the time.
He pushed a bereft yawn down his lungs; no matter how much the gray seemed to begin looming over those blue skies, it would not fit if he were to yawn in the middle of shirayukiās cheerful and (altogether too) bubbly friendās dialogue. Something about romance novels? Everyone seems to be paying attention though. And who is Zen but a master at staying alert.
āThe writing is superb! It delivered way more than I expected,ā she barely stopped herself from sighing, āmy only objection was that it ended too soon.ā
Shirayuki, patiently listening beside him, was serene and hardly disheveled as usual. Despite her busy schedule and tendency to overwork, she always looked immaculate, whatever the situation. Meanwhile, her friend paused to glance at him. Was that a smirk he saw, just now? No. Yuzuri faced Shirayuki once more, though with a question obviously directed towards him. He braced himself.
āThough, of course, with your highness being around, this type of excitement must be humdrum nonsense, right?ā
He breathed a sigh of relief. And then held his breath right after- causing a cough to sneak up on his already much-abused throat. He put a fist before his mouth and coughed once more for good measure.
āWhat? No! Not at all. What are the main points?ā
This seemed to encourage the young girl. She gave a wider grin before resuming with her discussion.
āOooooh, it had all the best elements!! Right, Suzu? Thereās the forbidden romance between the prince and the lowborn lady, him rescuing her from pirates and unruly bandits-ā
That one landed Ā way too close to home for him to keep being comfortable. His foot fidgeted. He glared at it to stay. Put. The many times Shirayuki got into trouble because of their situation still made him feel guilty to this day. But he would not ask her to stop, nor would he presume to imagine that he would ever be able to order her to do so.
He glanced at Shirayuki. She was frowning, but only a smidge.
Shirayuki didnāt really pay attention to what was being said. That said, she had her head in the clouds the whole time (considering that they were gray, growing, and halfway covering the sky).
That is, until she felt a tickle in her back. It wasnāt too uncomfortable ā only enough to make her want to scratch at it. Fine, it was reeeeally uncomfortable. What material did they make herbalist clothes from nowadays, poison ivy?!
She blinked. She was sure she HAD heard the last portion of yuruziās monologue, but who could really blame her for being a tad bit (note: a LOT) Ā distracted?
āThe prince carrying the lady bridal-style-ā
A memory of a warm hand gently wrapping over her waist
The sun on her face. That warm spring day. The feeling of her heart pounding, as she felt the pain and simultaneous joy of a first kiss from a very attractive young gentleman.
ā-dangerous enemies, as skilled as knights appointed by the crown!ā
Come to think of it, they havenāt really experienced any danger for those two whole years theyāve spent in lyrias, havenāt they? It was like time stopped and it became normal, to not think about the castle. Shirayuki never had any trouble with petty distractions when there was work to be done. The time here went by so rapidly, since she always had the next project to work on. And once Zen returned, it was like time started moving once more.
And WHY on earth was that prickly feeling in her neck starting to burn? Shirayuki gave in and scratched at her neck. It wasnāt the right spot, but it was close enough for the time being.
Suzu was giving him that look again.
While he appreciated time spent with their friends in Lyrias, their teasing looks have always been his constant adversary and longtime companion. He should be used to them by now. Heās never reacted before, and them goading him wonāt make him do so now.
The bubbly girl was being blocked from his view by Shirayukiās slender back. He didnāt want to stare, really. She was right there. He couldnāt help it. Honest.
ā-she even got kidnapped! By the worst type of bandits imaginable!ā
He remembered those days. Nonstop action, enough that he could barely breathe. Is he softer now, milder now, tamer now, in comparison? Has this place officially defanged him?
āThe ladyās true love, saving her in the nick of time!ā
Heād never dreamed of that role before. But if he did, would it actually make any difference?
And of course, the prince and the ladyās knight, both madly in love with her!ā
Suzuās stare was penetrating him now. Not to mention, Zen switched from looking at Shirayuki to looking at him, too.
He sneezed. Everyone jumped.
"Itās getting a bit cold. How about we head back in for some warm tea?ā
Everybody seemed only too eager to provide assent.
And thus, their whole group started trudging back to the warmth of the kitchen, with the sound of Yuzuriās chatter providing a comfortable ambience.
āā
Lyrias was practically a fortress. And thus, it was not too easy for anyone to just jump in and take any random person from the inside. So it was just Shirayukiās luck that she is the unfortunate person caught in the crossfire, yet again.
Some man (she had no idea who, he just blindfolded her and wrapped her up) knocked her out cold while she was checking out books in the extensive library. How and when they got inside, she did not know.
She was still blindfolded. Her hands were tied - but carefully. Whoever did this mustāve known her status, and didnāt want to get in trouble for knocking her around too much. She was famous around here for being a friend of the crown, after all.
Now, what options do I have?
While her body might have just gotten used to the lack of movement that came with indoor work, she will not let it be a reason for her to lose that same tenacity that drove her to run all the way to another country just for the sake of avoiding the selfish wishes of a once famously spoiled man.
Shirayuki checked all her senses. Her sight was out, obviously. She wriggled her hands - still tight. She smelled the air - the heavy musk of being in a wooden room. But- and Ā her tongue darted out, tasting the air: why is it sweet?
And- theyāre getting closer.
This didnāt bode well for her. She had to think of a solution, and fast.
Shirayuki knew the walls tasted of moss. This moss was lightly useful for providing a light tonic when collected, dried and placed in boiling water. They collected those flowers in the spring.
Fresh, though, and in wintertime, means the tiny leaves will release a certain powder when shaken.
The door opened, and Shirayuki kicked the wall. She held her breath and hoped to god that the man had large nostrils like most other hooligans here in this city.
Shirayuki had been in her lonesome all morning for some reason.
Normally Obi would be beside her. Yet today of all days Zen required him to be present for sparring practice. Man-to-man bonding, as they called it (though kiki would raise a finely manicured brow at this insinuation)
When he finally escaped for just a tad bit and ran through his usual shortcut (rooftops, what else?) to get to his mistressās haven, he was whooping for joy. The plan for the rest of the day? To provide any help for her in the best way he could.
Yet- what was this feeling of dread? He tried to sense for her presence in the library. His breathing evened out, and he stretched out his hearing to pinpoint the exact place she was supposed to be. This was a relic from days spent listening for the cadence of her heart amidst the roar of a snowstorm upon castle walls. He would recognize her even from the next room.
And yet, none of those abilities could help him out if she wasnāt present in the room.
He sniffed the air. There was the light permeating smell of old books and cement. And something else - the residual scent of herbs, from days when Shirayuki brought samples to cross-check with books.
There was a bad feeling rising now, like a crested wave almost reaching the breaking point. He rushed to her oither hangout spots - finding none, he sought out the usual suspects for her attention. None of them have seen even a single strand of her famously bright red hair.
And thus, he had to report to Zen
āShirayuki is missing.ā
Zen wanted to facepalm. Wasnāt Yuzuri talking about this exact situation mere moments ago?
āI guess at least the plot is consistent, huh?ā
āMaster, you said something?ā
āNothing. Letās go rescue our fair maiden.ā
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