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bonnefoisTitle: Tale
Series: Loveless
Character/pairing: Kouya/Yamato
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 700
Author's note: Kink bingo: roleplay, yuri trope fest: Loveless, Kouya/Yamato, fairy tale AU. Some inspiration owed to Emma Donoghue's Kissing The Witch for this one.
Takes a loose inspiration from theme, but I hope prompter likes it. ♥
"Tell me a story," she says.
Yamato looks up from the white world of their covers, a playful grin spreading over her mouth.
"How unlike you. Could this even be the hint of fun! I never thought I'd see it, I must be rubbing off on you."
Kouya looks up at the ceiling, and blows her bangs out of her face with a breath. She looks different without her glasses, younger somehow.
"Sometimes I want to hear good things about the world, even if they're just stories."
"Then let me tell you a story of us," Yamato says.
Kouya is curled into her, like parenthesis with nothing between them. One leg is thrown over hers. Yamato lets out a thoughtful hmmm.
"You were promised to someone else, but I slipped in and stole you away from the ball. Your dress was so ve—ry conservative, the greyest one in the whole ball. You were mistaken for a governess many times," Yamato says.
Kouya frowns at her, and nips at her shoulder.
"A kinky governess," Yamato says, with a completely straight face. Kouya hits her–lightly–with one of the throw pillows that Yamato is always finding and bringing home. This one had roses on it.
"A very kinky governess," Yamato says again.
"And then what happened?" Kouya says, a touch of irritation in her voice.
"I stole you away. I walked past all the princes and took my hand out and chose you. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were mine. And when an evil witch and warlock tried to separate us, we ran away together, our shoes falling off into the mud, our pretty dresses all ripped and ruined."
"I thought you said I looked like a governess," Kouya says.
"Didn't I tell you? I was your fairy godmother, I made you fabulous before we left," Yamato says.
"You forgot that one," Kouya says dryly.
"Well, I'm telling you now! I was your fairy godmother."
"I thought you were my princess," Kouya says.
"Who says I can't be both?" Yamato says flippantly. She brushes her hair back, and pauses in the tale.
"What happens next?" Kouya says.
"Isn't it obvious? We live happily ever after. We get a villa of our own, a bunch of cats and take up knitting. Kinky knitting."
"As long as they don't find us," Kouya says.
Yamato makes a tsk tsk sound. "They'll never catch us, we have lesbian powers. Don't be such a gloomypants."
,
For the first time that night, Kouya cracks a smile. "Gloomypants? Lesbian powers?"
"Pants that are gloomy," Yamato says with a completely straight face. "And what else would you call power which comes about from me kissing you?"
Slowly the ice begins to thaw, and the smile turns into a laugh. Kouya covers her mouth, but it's too late to hide. Yamato pulls at her wrist.
"I see you~"
"You're hopeless," Kouya says.
"Hopeful, actually," Yamato says.
Sometimes, she has to hope for the both of them. Sooner or later they'll have to leave the lease and move on, lest the Seven Moons mind them. They can never stay anywhere for long. But for now, they're safe, they're together, they're alive.
Kouya entwines her hands with Yamato's.
"Kiss me, princess fairy godmother," Kouya says, only faintly sardonic. Yamato leans in kiss, to play the part of a heroine and perfect lover. They're so tight that Yamato can remember the feel of magic, of the nearness of death. But even more, she catches the particular scent of Kouya, cinnamon and sandalwood. The warmth of breath, of skin, it reminds her that she is still alive.
"I'll be the only prince you ever need," Yamato says.
Kouya has saved her time after time, taught her how to live again. This time, Yamato takes the reins, the fantasy and becomes the hope. Maybe this time she'll save her too.
Series: Loveless
Character/pairing: Kouya/Yamato
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 700
Author's note: Kink bingo: roleplay, yuri trope fest: Loveless, Kouya/Yamato, fairy tale AU. Some inspiration owed to Emma Donoghue's Kissing The Witch for this one.
Takes a loose inspiration from theme, but I hope prompter likes it. ♥
"Tell me a story," she says.
Yamato looks up from the white world of their covers, a playful grin spreading over her mouth.
"How unlike you. Could this even be the hint of fun! I never thought I'd see it, I must be rubbing off on you."
Kouya looks up at the ceiling, and blows her bangs out of her face with a breath. She looks different without her glasses, younger somehow.
"Sometimes I want to hear good things about the world, even if they're just stories."
"Then let me tell you a story of us," Yamato says.
Kouya is curled into her, like parenthesis with nothing between them. One leg is thrown over hers. Yamato lets out a thoughtful hmmm.
"You were promised to someone else, but I slipped in and stole you away from the ball. Your dress was so ve—ry conservative, the greyest one in the whole ball. You were mistaken for a governess many times," Yamato says.
Kouya frowns at her, and nips at her shoulder.
"A kinky governess," Yamato says, with a completely straight face. Kouya hits her–lightly–with one of the throw pillows that Yamato is always finding and bringing home. This one had roses on it.
"A very kinky governess," Yamato says again.
"And then what happened?" Kouya says, a touch of irritation in her voice.
"I stole you away. I walked past all the princes and took my hand out and chose you. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were mine. And when an evil witch and warlock tried to separate us, we ran away together, our shoes falling off into the mud, our pretty dresses all ripped and ruined."
"I thought you said I looked like a governess," Kouya says.
"Didn't I tell you? I was your fairy godmother, I made you fabulous before we left," Yamato says.
"You forgot that one," Kouya says dryly.
"Well, I'm telling you now! I was your fairy godmother."
"I thought you were my princess," Kouya says.
"Who says I can't be both?" Yamato says flippantly. She brushes her hair back, and pauses in the tale.
"What happens next?" Kouya says.
"Isn't it obvious? We live happily ever after. We get a villa of our own, a bunch of cats and take up knitting. Kinky knitting."
"As long as they don't find us," Kouya says.
Yamato makes a tsk tsk sound. "They'll never catch us, we have lesbian powers. Don't be such a gloomypants."
,
For the first time that night, Kouya cracks a smile. "Gloomypants? Lesbian powers?"
"Pants that are gloomy," Yamato says with a completely straight face. "And what else would you call power which comes about from me kissing you?"
Slowly the ice begins to thaw, and the smile turns into a laugh. Kouya covers her mouth, but it's too late to hide. Yamato pulls at her wrist.
"I see you~"
"You're hopeless," Kouya says.
"Hopeful, actually," Yamato says.
Sometimes, she has to hope for the both of them. Sooner or later they'll have to leave the lease and move on, lest the Seven Moons mind them. They can never stay anywhere for long. But for now, they're safe, they're together, they're alive.
Kouya entwines her hands with Yamato's.
"Kiss me, princess fairy godmother," Kouya says, only faintly sardonic. Yamato leans in kiss, to play the part of a heroine and perfect lover. They're so tight that Yamato can remember the feel of magic, of the nearness of death. But even more, she catches the particular scent of Kouya, cinnamon and sandalwood. The warmth of breath, of skin, it reminds her that she is still alive.
"I'll be the only prince you ever need," Yamato says.
Kouya has saved her time after time, taught her how to live again. This time, Yamato takes the reins, the fantasy and becomes the hope. Maybe this time she'll save her too.
