The Bergatt Affair; Obi/Zen/Shirayuki
This was written months ago and never finished. Also, never properly edited. SO MANY LIBERTIES TAKEN. This is written as OT3, but the meat of the story that currently exists revolves around Obi and Zen within that dynamic. Mostly SFW, I’m pretty sure?
There wasn’t much time between telling Shirayuki that he had to go and actually leaving, but she still managed to pull him into an alcove off the main passage of the Pharmacy Building. Obi ached to see the tightness of her jaw, and the unhappy line of her mouth. “Mistress,” he murmured, the word tripping roughly over itself. “I –”
“I know,” she cut him off. “I know.”
Stiff, she reached into her bag and tugged out a folded piece of material, most of it pale, expensive leather, but with a flash of gold and black design on one edge. She shook it out, movements sharp, and reached up towards him. Startled, Obi ducked his head down as Shirayuki tugged the head covering over his hair. Her knuckles brushed against his cheekbones, and Obi’s breath caught in his chest.
“There,” she announced, back straight, gaze level. “That’s better. It’s been a while since I saw you wearing something like that.”