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Headcanon that after Kyo and Tohru become a couple, Yuki is still the one to walk her home from work, although Kyo will gladly step in if Yuki's busy. The boys actually talked about it briefly and decided that it's the best opportunity for Yuki and Tohru to spend time together since they're both so busy most of the time. Kyo admits that it's kind of Their Thing
(playing around with some filters on the only grainy image we have of this scene. instead of, you know, writing like I’m supposed to be)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fruits Basket (Anime 2019), Fruits Basket Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Honda Tohru/Sohma Kyou, Honda Tohru & Sohma Kyou Characters: Honda Tohru, Sohma Kyou Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, rainy day, Implied Sexual Content, Implied Relationships, Dorks in Love, Teasing, Tenderness, morning afters Summary:
Kyo learns to enjoy rainy days.
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I sprained my ankle and had nothing better to do than rewatch Furuba. Also, it was raining and I got inspired. I miss my babies and just had to write this little steamy fluffy fic. Kyo is my boy and my version of Tohru is still fragile but isn’t afraid to tease her man.
Could you do writing prompts of kyo and tohru first valentine's and white day celebration after they got together??
Honmei with Love
Kyoru. (Post-curse)
Part 1- Valentine’s Day
“So,” Arisa and Saki corner Tohru in the hallway next to their classroom. “What are you getting Kyo for Valentine’s day?”
Tohru fidgets with her fingers, “well… he told me not to get him anything….”
“Why not?!” Arisa demanded to know.
“Such a fool,” Saki shakes her head. “does he not want his beloved showing her affections towards him for the entire school to see and gossip over?”
Both Tohru and Arisa deadpan at their friend for a second.
“W-Why would anyone gossip?!” Tohru stammers out.
“Geez, Saki, don’t scare her,” Arisa laughs. “You know how the chicks are at this school when it comes to the Sohma men,” she places a hand on Tohru’s shoulder, “But don’t worry about it, back to my question. Why not?!”
“Oh,” Tohru chuckles. She’d been clueless for a long-time about the Sohma fan club, but once her and Kyo had become an official couple, they’d backed off for the most part. It seemed to help that Yuki and Machi had made it clear to the fan club as well, these two Sohma men were off the eligible bachelor lists for good. “He said he doesn’t want me to waste any money on a gift.” A blush falls on Tohru’s cheeks, “that I’m already his gift.”
“Aww, who knew that guy could be so sappy and sweet! But still, it would seem weird if you don’t give him something.”
“Really?” Tohru blinks in confusion, “Is it that big of a deal?”
“You could always give him your bod…”
Arisa quickly cover’s Tohru’s ears, “Saki she’s not ready for that!”
Saki chides away. “My apologies.”
“Give him what?” Tohru questions, completely unaware of her friend’s insinuations.
“it’s nothing important yet, don’t worry.” Arisa is quick to change the subject. To her, Tohru was their innocent little bean that still needed protecting, and the girl was still too naïve to even think about other physical aspects of relationships. “I guess if he insists on no gifts, you could just make him a special lunch, maybe a treat to go with it or something.”
“I was thinking about turning our lunch break into a picnic or something,” Tohru offers. “Maybe make his favorite dish.”
“Oooh! You could set up a blanket on the roof! Away from prying eyes,” Arisa chimes in.
“That could be romantic,” Saki adds, “in an innocent way.”
“Yosh!” Tohru pumps her fists in the air, “then that is what I will do!”
On the morning of February 14th, Tohru wakes up early and creeps down into the kitchen. She knows that her cooking won’t arouse any suspicions from Kyo or any of their housemates because it was a normal routine to make breakfast or lunches for them. Her special treat was already prepared the night before after Kyo had gone to bed, so all she had left to do was make the bento lunches, pack them up along with a small blanket and a couple of drinks.
Kyo walks into the kitchen, “Good morning Tohru,” and kisses her on the forehead.
Tohru blushes, “good morning Kyo.” She loved it when he was so sweet and gentle with her, despite still getting used to the attention.
Ever since the curse had been broken, Kyo used any opportunity to be close to her. He was always one to show rather than tell how he was feeling, and it seemed being able to reach out and hold what was dearest to him, truly changed him for the better. Hugs, kisses, or simply a hand on her shoulder reassured him that it was real, that this wasn’t a dream. “Ready to head to school?”
“Mmhmm,” she picks up her lunch kit while Kyo grabs the book bag they’d started sharing.
He takes her hand and they make their way to school like any other school day, acting like nothing was wrong. Inside Kyo was a little worried. Valentine’s day was always one he dreaded because of the gift’s girls would shove into his locker or leave on his desk. This was the first time he’d ever had a girlfriend, so he prayed that the others would leave him alone now. A fleeting idea of whether or not Yuki was similarly worried crosses his mind. ‘Tch, that’s his problem.’ Not that Kyo thought that Tohru would get upset if any others did. She didn’t really let such trivial matters bother her, and that was a trait he rather loved about her. He chuckles in his head, her naivete was adorable.
The day drags on, classes more abuzz with-it being Valentine’s day and all, than focused on classwork. Even their teacher Ms. Shiraki seemed preoccupied. Those in the know knew why. She and Hatori Sohma had grown… closer since the curse had been broken. Sure, enough, when they’d arrived at school Kyo had found a couple of gifts in his locker. At least it was only a couple of anonymously wrapped little confections that he’d quickly taken and shoved into some unsuspecting male’s locker. Why not share the wealth with some unlucky guy who didn’t receive a gift. But these women, Kyo swore, some just didn’t give up! And Tohru, his ditzy little angel had simply laughed and teased how lucky she was to be his girlfriend.
“Ugh,” Kyo groans when the bell tolls, “finally it’s lunch time!” He sees Tohru pulling out her lunch bag and smiles.
“I wanna eat on the roof today,” she tells him, a faint blush again trickling onto her fair skin. “So, we have more privacy.”
He chuckles, “okay.” Kyo wasn’t sure why, but it really wasn’t a big deal to him. Frankly he preferred to get away from the other students whenever he could.
The two make their way to the staircase that leads to the roof access, with their friends Arisa and Saki giving Tohru a knowing look and wink as they walk by. Kyo ignore the pair, having given up trying to understand why they do what they do sometimes. He simply assumed that they’d helped Tohru in her decision making this day.
Tohru sets up the blanket she’d brought with her, pulling out two bento boxes, drinks, and a small paper wrapped looking gift. Kyo eyes the little package and takes a seat on the blanket with a sigh. He’d told her not to do anything special for him. It wasn’t gift wrapped per se, but it was still out of the norm of the usual lunches she would make.
Having heard the little sigh, Tohru looks up from what she was doing. “I know you told me no gifts, but…. I couldn’t help it. They said I could still do something small for you to show my affection.”
Kyo immediately assumes ‘they’ meant Arisa and Saki. “Why am I not surprised,” he runs his hand over his face. Those two loved sticking their noses into he and Tohru’s relationship.
Tohru pouts, “it’s just an extra dessert I made for our lunch…”
“Hey…” Kyo grabs her hand, kissing the back, “I’m sorry Tohru, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s fine really. Thank you,” he kisses her again. “I just didn’t want you to fuss over me, you already do so much.”
“I know…. It’s really not a burden, I enjoy doing these little things.”
He smiles and pulls Tohru onto his lap, wraps his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t deserve you.”
She twists her head and places a kiss on his cheek. “Oh shush, we deserve each other.” She then picks up a bento box and places it in his hand before grabbing her own. “Itadakimasu! Now eat before the hour passes.”
Kyo chuckles, “yes ma’am!”
From the first bite, he knew Tohru had outdone herself with this lunch. Damn when had she even had the chance to make it?! It made his mouth salivate for more! The vegetables were perfectly al dente because he hated mushy carrots or shitake mushrooms. The panko crusted pork practically melted in his mouth and the sauce was not the usual Kagome brand, but a homemade recipe he’s come to love. This katsudon catered to his carnivorous side as if he was still the cat of legend. He devours the bento rice and all and washes it down with the milk tea she’d brought for them.
She just smiles and chuckles at her boyfriend’s ravenous appetite. The short work he made of the lunch was enough to tell her he was thoroughly satisfied with her efforts, but the groans of approval were definitely icing on the cake.
“Thank you,” he places a flavor-laden kiss on her lips. “That was amazing as always.”
“Please,” Tohru hands Kyo the gift confection, “Happy Valentine’s Day Kyo.”
He unwraps the little gift box to find honmei quality milk chocolates homemade by Tohru. Each heart shaped confection was white chocolate embellished with different designs from a cat to words like love or simply drizzled, and as he bites into one, finds it filled with a delicately sweet strawberry sakura filling. “This is better than any bakery!” Kyo wasn’t a big dessert eater, but she’d managed to keep the sweet level to his liking. After eating a piece and sharing one with her, Kyo rewraps the gift. “I’ll be savoring the rest,” he kisses her again. “Happy Valentine’s Day Tohru.”
“You’re welcome,” she giggles and returns his kiss.
For the rest of the lunch period, the couple sit and relax, letting their stomach settle. Kyo kept Tohru in his lap with his arms wrapped around her waist trying not to fall asleep. It was perfectly quiet and peaceful, just the warming sun and gentle whispering breeze providing them company. She’d picked the best place, at least on the campus to spend their first Valentines leaving just one new dilemma for Kyo, what was he going to do for White Day?!
*Honmei chocolates info
Katsudon info
Valetines & White Day in Japan info
~~~ Part 2- White Day portion coming in March :)
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!” //a panicked God-Mama (shexgod)
injured starters.
+ @shexgod
Though the curse had been broken for a while, he still felt his fight or flight instincts kick in whenever he found himself this close to Akito. He felt horrible about it. Everyone else’s newfound freedom allowed them a clean slate and a new lease on life; Hatsuharu felt she deserved the same chance. He couldn’t simply forgive and forget all the pain she’d caused as Akito—the cruel and allusive family head, but he could try to understand and make peace with the new Akito. Akito, the awkward, apologetic, fiercely devoted mother.
“I’m sorry.” He tensed his body, forcing himself to remain still so she could examine his wound.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Wynonna Earp (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp/Doc Holliday, Waverly Earp & Wynonna Earp, Wynonna Earp & Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp & Doc Holliday, Nicole Haught & Alice Michelle, Nicole Haught & Doc Holliday, Waverly Earp & Alice Michelle Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Alice Michelle, Nicole Haught's Parents Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Supportive Earp Siblings (Wynonna Earp), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fertility Issues, Angst, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, Sister-Sister Relationship, Family Dynamics, Character Study Series: Part 2 of Hard Way Home Summary:
Set Post Curse (cannon divergence mid-season 3). Waverly and Nicole are married and have decided to have a family of their own. But first, they must face their own emotional baggage from their own less than ideal childhoods. Also contains some Doc/Wynonna. This a followup to my other work God Bless the Child, but you need not read that to follow this one.
Sirens’ ascension
Connected to this: Side A
@bloodxbrothers @vilesofvenom @plainsimplebbb
When Karen and Michael teleport-ed just outside Balia's Hotel Suite door there was already people hovering there. People staying at the Hotel Richissme, Hotel Staff, and a local police officer. The uproar that had happened with the battle for Balia's freedom from the curse had been substantial. The Hotel Manager was there with the Master key card to open the door. "Madame Ray, is everything alright in there?" it seemed as if he'd been calling out for a few minutes and as soon as the door clicked open the police officer recognized the police chief moved everyone out of the way. Everyone was ordered away but the police officer that was on the scene lingered outside the door to reinforce his Commanding officer's orders as the door swung shut behind Officer Jikal. Everything what in a shambles. every piece of furnature overturned and/or broken. In the main room it looked like there was an explosion and a large charred pile of ash. near an overturned armchair was the body of Balia's wiley but musch beloved Espeon Quiz. As Michael called out and made his way through the suite Balia's Massive lycanroc Aragh bounded. Tired and limping slighty, growling at the strangers until Sparks floated out of the bedroom in a rush towards Michael and Karen.
[Aragh They are friends! They're here to help!] she announced. Frantic as she went to Karen to tell the fellow psychic what had happened while they moved into the bedroom.
Balia indeed burned with fever on the bed as they entered the bedroom. Eyelids fluttering as she dreamed of things to come and mouth twitching with unsung words. Duchess Ava had stationed her icy self beside her trainer and Morgana stood away near her other pokemon as they watched their Human. Wild Bird pokemon fluttered and clamored out on the balcony, they too watching with rapt attention. The Aqua haired woman burned on as Michael went to her and tried to wake her but she was unresponsive. Not as he commanded his pokemon into action, and Karen's heal pulse moved through the room. It helped Balia's throat but as there was nothing else of her that was injured it only served to refresh her tired and wounded pokemon. When he was making his call suddenly Balia cried out. Musical words without meaning rumbled through the Hotel suite like thunder; shaking the earth. Spreading out from her in ringing waves and filling the air for miles with the same song. The birds outside trilling in unison with the delirious woman on the bed. Sorrin inside the room Hooting softly as well. She glowed bright and her hair flew around her as she sang, for a moment it turned a blinding shade of fushia as her full inheritance continued to crash down upon her.
Soon her hair settled down, changing back to it's usual color. Right before Michael's very eyes a circlet appeared around her forehead and the colors of the modest dress she was wearing melded into black. And as it did the song ended it's signal of this stage of her transformation. She drew in several labored breaths before her eyelids fluttered open, her head turning slowly to look around the room with glazed over vision.
Tout Comme Les Étoiles
The castle was dark and silent except for the soft voices of two silhouettes in the shadows. They crept down to the kitchen, preparing a picnic with a bit of anything and everything they could think of. It was still so strange to be human. To run out to the gardens with the one you loved under a starlit sky. To collapse onto the grass, laughing like two infatuated teenagers, and to be able to hold hands - real, human hands - without fear of either burning or being burned.
Plumette glanced back at the castle. "Cogsworth would not approve," she said, amused.
"Ah, but Cogsworth isn't always so tightly wound. Surely he'd allow us to celebrate life, non?" Lumière was emptying the basket that they'd stolen (ahem, borrowed) from Cuisinier. It was full of everything from a loaf of bread to pickles to chocolate-covered strawberries. Plumette grinned. Food was a luxury that she'd missed all those years. She and Lumière ate their way through their miniature feast. Cuisinier was truly a wonderful cook, albeit one that would be angry once he discovered the missing food in the morning.
Plumette stared up at the velvety sky, glittering with millions of stars. Everything had become brighter in the past few weeks, it seemed, even the world itself. She looked over at Lumière. He was watching her with such tenderness in his expression. Plumette reached out for him; he grasped her hand. It was strange to feel his fingers in hers after so long becoming accustomed to hot metal under the light touch of her wing. It was strange not to have to worry about how, as each second passed, they grew further and further toward a simultaneous death in which they'd be forgotten forever.
Just a featherduster and a candelabra. Just a maid and a maître'd. Just Plumette and Lumière, two souls who loved each other more than anything else.
"I was so afraid to lose you," Plumette confessed. The lighthearted atmosphere had gone, replaced by the heartbreak that still lingered after the curse. "I would have fought a thousand mobs, just to keep you safe."
"Ma cœur," Lumière whispered, the two of them leaning against each other and watching the sky. "I lost my whole world when you died in my arms. Every morning I'm afraid to wake up and find that this is all a dream."
"So am I," she breathed. Oh, the nightmares. Everyone in the castle had them. More than once Plumette had seen Prince Adam or Belle sneaking to either the library or each other's rooms in the middle of the night, ghostly pale, jumping at every tiny sound as though they were gunshots. Even tiny Chip couldn't often sleep well. Mrs. Potts said that he'd wake up crying sometimes, still halfway in a dream of falling through thin air as the darkness of death crept in on him.
And Plumette? She dreamt of waking up with feathers for legs and wings for arms, of floating above the ground and having a peacock stare back at her from a mirror, of watching as the face of a candelabra faded before her eyes. She and Lumière would hold each other close whenever they woke from nightmares, trying to reassure one another that it's okay, mon amour. I'm here. I'm here.
Their midnight escapades helped. They got away from the echoes of a cursed past at night, instead choosing to sleep by day, when the ghosts in their heads weren't quite as intimidating. Mrs. Potts called them owls with a laugh and a shake of her head, but she knew. She understood.
Lumière kissed their entwined fingers, bringing Plumette back to the present. He gazed at her so softly, so cautiously, with so much love that it melted her heart. Being human again was strange and new, but this? This was the same Plumette and Lumière that they always had been, no matter their forms.
"I love you," she murmured. "Even when the stars no longer shine, I will still love you."
"No curse could ever come between us," he agreed. "I love you too, my darling Plumette."
They stayed there until the first streaks of sunlight began to paint the sky with bright hues. Cogsworth found them there, fast asleep, with grass stains on their clothes and bits of leaves in their wigs. He smiled to himself and left them be. The majordomo was more than capable of distracing everyone else from looking for them for at least a few hours, after all.
When they finally woke, Plumette realized that it was the first time since the curse had been broken that she hadn't had nightmares. Sunlight streamed down on them, warmer and brighter than it had ever been during the enchantment. Lumière smiled at her, the same cheerfully playful smile that had made her fall in love with him all those years ago. And Plumette realized that even when their love wasn't visible, it was still there; it was the beginning and ending of everything.
It was just like the stars.
