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jujyfru1t · 3 months

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Some time ago, I commissioned art of my favorite ship from various artists for my fic Unheavy. A duo piece from the same fic, as well as unrelated Kyoru, can be found here.

Here's the second of two trio pieces from the same fic! This one was done by Nora Smith, who.... has the same profile info but is overtaken by math memes i guess i know how to pick 'em but again, I had a good experience with her

#polyamory #Fruits Basket #Yukyoru #Furuba #Kyo x Tohru x Yuki #fanart

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jujywrites · 2 years

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Beautiful Boys, Glamorous Girls

here i go again, shipping in a fandom I'm not even in yet. anyway @non-fantasy thanks for the inspo~

(A Fruits Basket and Heroine Tarumono sort-of crossover)

AO3

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"Kyo-kun, Yuki-kun!"

Running footsteps down the hall alerted Kyo, pulling his gaze away from the TV he'd been mindlessly staring at. Tohru had gone for the mail, and...

"Look what came." Beaming, even when she tripped over the rug and barely caught herself, Tohru held up the latest issue of Idol Time toward him.

Too cute!! "Hey, stop prancing." Kyo grabbed it and blinked a few times; holding it steady, he saw the cover blaring about LIPxLIP.

Yuki, face down in his textbook, mumbled. Kyo's elbow bumping his head woke him up.

"It's those guys. Cover issue." Look interested, he tried to transmit via stare.

"Mmmh...?" He yawned, sleepily rubbing his eyes, and made grabby hands for the issue. "L'me see."

C-Cute... Annoyed at the unstoppable force of this thought, he chucked the issue at Yuki's face.

The guy caught it. Because of course he did.

Tohru sat down and waited a respectable ten seconds before grabbing the magazine back from Yuki, eagerly paging through it. "They finally have a feature article, and— oh, new posters— and look at these pictures!" She laid it on the table so they could see.

Kyo dutifully looked. Several media pictures he'd seen before, mixed in with new live shots, and quite a few that looked surprisingly candid.

"That girl." Yuki pointed at a brown-haired girl who appeared in several pictures, sometimes in the background, sometimes right there with LIPxLIP. "She's cute. Like you, Honda-san."

Tohru went bright red. With absolute mortification, Kyo felt his own face flushing— Yuki had a genuine smile because he was still half-asleep, but what the hell?! Something that powerful should be illegal!

"Suzumi-san is amazing," Tohru exclaimed through her blush, eyes sparkling. "She can sing, and she even took some of these photos! I can't imagine her workload, even though Ai-kun and Yuu-kun are a only duo. Ah, but—" she flailed a bit— "but surely managing any number of idols is hard work. Still..." She sighed dreamily, chin resting in her hands. "If I could be her for a day, spending time with such handsome princes..."

Cute, cute, cute!!! Unable to look at her, Kyo looked at Yuki. This was a mistake, because he saw exactly what he was feeling on the other guy's (dumb, pretty) face. And then Yuki looked at him and smiled, just for a second, and what the fu—

Tohru spoke again, stopping him from yelling or doing something else stupid. "Kyo-kun and Yuki-kun would make even more handsome idols, though."

"No way," Kyo said (only a little too loud), in time with Yuki saying, "Absolutely not." Of course that woke him up all the way.

"Dancing is dumb," Kyo continued, "and I don't sing."

"Neither do I," said Yuki.

Liar. Kyo heard him sometimes, when he thought he was alone. He had a nice voice. Would be nicer if he were brave enough to sing fully.

Tohru giggled. Another blush was rising on her face, though. She was staring at something in particular.

He looked closer (he felt Yuki looking with him).

It was one of the candid photos, the duo and their manager all in the shot. They were in casual clothes, carnival plushies in hand. Suzumi-san was laughing, an arm around each of the boys who were both smiling... at her. And standing closer together than might be expected for their pose. Their smiles were almost painfully soft.

Kyo looked up.

Tohru was smiling in a similar way at the photo. Yuki was smiling in a similar way at her.

And Kyo... was in deep trouble. He wasn't entirely sure what kind, but he was definitely in trouble.

For once he wished Shigure was around. He was a pain in the ass but he'd at least be a distraction from... whatever this was.

"Even if it's staged somehow," Tohru said softly to the photo, "they look very happy here."

"They look happy in a lot of them," said Yuki. He'd started blushing.

"Yeah, well." Kyo cleared his throat. "I... need a snack." Mind made up, he stood so fast he nearly hit his knee on the table. He walked quickly.

Not quickly enough to avoid Yuki leaving with him, saying to Tohru, "I need the bathroom."

"Stop copying me," Kyo hissed.

"I'm not," Yuki hissed back, and detoured for the kitchen.

Kyo huffed and went to the bathroom.

Splashing off his still horrifyingly red face, he tried to breathe deeply. He did not like what was happening to him, liked even less that he didn't know what it was (but he did, too scared to let it leave his subconscious). He breathed through images of Tohru's smiling face, of Yuki's soft gaze, thoughts of surprising her with a kiss, of Yuki surprising him with one.

Groaning, he fought down the urge to hit the wall with his head. They were just thoughts... and the more he thought about them, the less scary they became.

Not that he planned to make a habit out of thinking them.

***

As soon as Kyo and Yuki left, Tohru buried her face in the magazine with a tiny scream. She had to get ahold of herself! Words she was nowhere near ready to kept wanting to come out and if she wasn't careful... The boys thought she hadn't noticed their secret smiles and soft looks, and, well, she hadn't, not completely. But she'd felt them, caught glimpses, and that was making it even more difficult to keep those dangerous words held back.

She sighed and looked at the magazine again, flipping back and forth through the cover story. After she saw that one picture she couldn't unsee it, how close the idols and their manager seemed to be. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. She knew even so-called candid shots could be artificial. But...

Even if it wasn't real, even though she couldn't be totally sure what "it" was (but she could hope, oh, she could hope), she wanted whatever connection that trio had to be what she, Kyo and Yuki had.

Emerging from her thoughts, she saw her hand had landed on the famous shot from LIPxLIP's MV for "Non-Fantasy". Ai-kun and Yuu-kun kissing "Hiyoko's" cheeks; Hiyoko dressed in a wedding gown. Tongue between her teeth, she turned the page forcefully. Then she slugged down her lemonade.

We've been in love for decades, for hundreds of years... All the lyrics she could recite by heart, having watched the video more times than she'd ever admit.

"Get it together, get it together," she told herself repeatedly as she got up to get another glass, water this time, with no sign of Kyo.

She'd settled back into her spot and was trying to read the feature article when he returned, box of pocky in hand. Yuki wasn't far behind him. They were both looking much more composed, so Tohru tried to compose herself too.

As they sat down, this time on either side of her, and as Kyo unmuted the TV (which just so happened to be playing one of LIPxLIPs music videos), she said, "I would really like to karaoke LIPxLIP sometime, with you two, maybe. And it's okay if you can't sing! I'm not very good either."

"No, you are good," Kyo mumbled through a mouthful of pocky.

Yuki nodded, looking carefully at the TV rather than her. "And I'm sure Suzumi-san's voice fits your range as well," he said.

She blushed. Of course they'd heard her; she had any number of the duo's songs in her head all the time, and it was so hard to keep their music contained!

"I think..." Yuki grabbed a handful of pocky and nibbled one, eyeing her sideways. "I think you singing Heroine Training Plan would be especially cute."

"O-Oh, no, I..."

Her mouth went dry at how fast Kyo blushed. "Yeah. It would."

A strange little squeal eked out of her; she grabbed her water glass and drank it half down. "I'll practice it a lot, then!!" Clenching her fist in determination stopped any other noises escaping.

It did not stop her from blushing yet again when they both smiled at her, in turn, then turned back to the TV.

She wondered if, secretly, the boys saw themselves in LIPxLIP's place sometimes, like she did. If they saw her in Hiyori's place sometimes, like she did.

"We're attracted to each other like magic," she sang under her breath.

If they ever did go to karaoke, she would ask them.

***

(On one of their rare non-business outings, Hiyori, Aizo and Yujiro all sneezed in quick succession.

"Oi! Cover your mouth!" Yujiro glared at the blond.

"I should be saying that to you!" grumbled Aizo.

Hiyori sneezed again. "It's nothing to worry about. Just the pollen. But all of a sudden...?"

"Yeah. Probably." Another sneeze from Aizo.

"You dummy, you forgot your antihistamine medication again." Yujiro sighed and handed Aizo a pack of tissues, sniffling himself.

"I'm ready to go home, then," said Hiyori. "And getting you a glass of water right awa— oh my gosh, crepes!" She grabbed the boys' hands and pulled them along to the crepe cart. "I want strawberry cream!"

"I'll have chocolate, please," Aizo trilled.

"Ah, yes, the miracle cure," Yujiro said. "Same for me, then."

Now standing in line, Hiyori pushed to her full height in front of them and puffed her cheeks out, poking the boys in their chests. "No way. You two are buying your own for once!"

They pouted.

But then she tugged them down toward her and said in an extra-cute tone, "I'll give you extra kisses later." Then she winked, turning away before they saw her grin, immensely satisfied at how easily she could make them blush.)

#Fruits Basket #Heroine Tarumono #Yukyoru #Liphiyo #JujYwrites #Kyo x Tohru x Yuki

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greededling · 3 years

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Fruits Basket is wild because the premise is "Haha! Wow! These Pretty Anime Men turn into Animals when theyre hugged and then when they turn back they're NAKED!!! 😳😳😳 ehe silly anime!" but then you watch it and its like. Every Character on this show is physically, financially, and emotionally controlled by one person with immeasurable wealth and power. the main characters stories revolve around their slow recovery from the trauma of physical/verbal abuse, sexual manipulation, and neglect. there's a love triangle that isnt even about Who Gets The Girl, but rather each individual's growth as a human being, understanding that they are worthy of love and compassion, that there are people in this world who will love them, unconditionally, and that they DESERVE to be loved. love EXISTS and nothing about them makes them unworthy of whole, unbiased love. that realization is a pivotal part of their healing and it's a central theme of the show that comes up for each and every character, whose own journeys follow that same thread of healing past wounds with compassion, love, and friendship.

and then they like. barely ever turn into animals.

#fruits basket #an impassioned defense of one anime #furuba #fruits basket 2019 #tohru honda #yuki sohma #yuki soma #kyo soma #kyou sohma #yukyoru #akito sohma #akito soma #anime #fruits basket and mob psycho 100 be like: love is the answer #and theyre RIGHT #anime is good sometimes

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tsuu-ki · 4 years

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Yukyoru commission [repost]

#fruits basket #furuba #tohru honda #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #yukyoru #fanart #commission

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tsuki-art · 4 years

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Yukyoru commission for the lovely @jujyfru1t! Thank you!

#fruits basket #tohru honda #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #furuba #yukyoru #fanart #commission

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sohmawithanh · 5 years

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WARNING: FRUITS BASKET SPOILERS AND UNPOPULAR OPINION AHEAD.

So I know this wasn’t everyone’s experience, but I remember reading Fruits Basket for the first time and being entirely enamored in both Yuki and Kyo. I remember thinking “Dang, how is Tohru gonna pick between these two?” I remember everytime I’d be convinced Kyo was in the lead, the very next chapter Yuki would convince me otherwise.

Now rereading (And watching 2019) it’s obvious who Tohru is actually falling for. It’s obvious who has real chemistry with her, and it’s obvious that Yuki’s feelings are not developing in the same way that Kyo’s are. The clues are there! However these clues are woven in the narrative in such a way that for many first time readers/viewers it isn’t glaringly obvious.

Takaya is a great writer because many of us fall for the facade of the love triangle, while still not needing any extra convincing when things unfold the way they do. They feel natural and rewarding. The character development makes sense.

That being said, I wish people didn’t act like it was so taboo to ship Yuki and Tohru. Like don’t get me wrong I love Kyoru, and Yumachi way more. Hell I’d rather see Tohru with Momiji, than with Yuki. But it’s literally part of Yuki’s own introspection that he at least thinks he has feelings for Tohru. So it’s not unreasonable that readers/viewers pick up on some romantic attraction between the two and let their head canons run wild. People out here shipping characters that have never even met in the canon, but god forbid Tohru smooch Yuki in any universe cuz “That’s his mom.”

I think people are right to want to protect the platonic love that is Yuki and Tohru. I totally agree that platonic love is such a rarity in media, and Tohru and Yuki’s friendship is so well written that I entirely understand why people think it’s a disservice to their dynamic and character development to ship them romantically. However I think its arguable that acknowledging the “romantic side” of their relationship adds to how special and important their platonic love is. They made it through their awkward hetero normative stage and found some real love and friendship in there. That’s growing up, that’s finding your tribe.

I also understand that each of our individual experiences mold how we respond to these characters. For many people relating to Yuki or Tohru makes them reject the idea of them being romantic even harder. For me, I relate to Yuki in a lot of ways, one of which being I have had a lot of misplaced love in my life. I too would later realize that my feelings were less romantic, and more a manifestation of another feeling, but that doesn’t invalidate the fact that I indulged in the crush when I thought that’s what it was. So that is where I can understand the appeal in that sort of ship, because it’s about the raw human experience and the ride. It’s about being a confused teenager, who loves harder than maybe they needed to, or meant to.

I also simply do not think it’s fair to the new FuruBa fans, to act like they are silly for seeing Yuki as a potential end game for Tohru. Part of the fun is rooting for Kyo and then actually getting that pay off. Part of the experience is seeing Yuki fall in love again, but this time for real and with Machi, someone he can love on a two way street. I would love to relive Fruits Basket like it was the first time.

Anyway ship or don’t, your feelings and interpretations on the matter are valid. Just remember that not everyone experiences the series the same way, and how much more fun that makes the meta and analysis!

#fruits basket #fruits basket 2019 #fruits basket spoilers #yuki sohma #tohru honda #fruits basket 2019 spoilers #fruits basket 2001 spoilers #fruits basket manga spoilers #fruits basket spoiler #yukiru #yukyoru #fb spoiler #fb spoilers #furuba spoilers

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jujyfru1t · 3 months

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Some time ago, I commissioned art of my favorite ship from various artists for my fic Unheavy. A duo piece from the same fic, as well as unrelated Kyoru, can be found here.

Here's the first of two trio pieces from the same fic! This one was by Helen Ray, who unfortunately doesn't have a Twitter or Tumblr presence anymore.

(let's see if the quality holds, I managed with the previous posts ^_^U)

#polyamory #Fruits Basket #Yukyoru #Furuba #Kyo x Tohru x Yuki #fanart

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jujywrites · 2 years

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Unheavy

oh my GOSH this WIP has been in my folders for so long............. I had a lot of fun finally finishing it. brandy-new fresh fic starring my most beloved trio~

AO3 (with art!!! By others I commissioned not me ahaha)

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Tohru felt unnerved when she couldn't read Kyo's eyes, even after the years she'd spent with him. It had taken him so long to let his emotions fully out so they were visible in sideways glances and half-lidded stares, visible in the myriad ways his irises changed shade. When he'd felt safe enough to do that it had been such a fragile gift, one she had to treat gently lest it disappear.

She had other things to read now. His body language, his touch, his voice. She had that intangible trusting bond with him. Faith in all of that had to be enough now.

Wasn't it?

"You're worrying again," he said next to her in bed that evening, voice sleepy-slow. "I can hear you."

She turned on her side to face him, curling her hand around his. "I'm thinking about what you said today. That I should go talk to him. You said you were ready, that you want me to, but I…"

"You still aren't sure I meant it?"

She had gotten better at reflex apologizing, but she offered a small one with her smile. "Your eyes didn't seem to match your words."

"Oh… I see." He kissed her forehead, inhaled against her skin. "Maybe some part of me isn't ready. But if that's true, I can't feel it." When he pulled back into her field of vision, he had a sunset smile. "I'm as eager to see what happens next as you are. Please, please go ahead."

A weight dissolved from her chest. With an answering smile, she shut her eyes and cuddled into his chest. "Kyo-kun."

"Tohru."

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you. Sleep well."

###

Yuki was too old for this kind of thing. What full-grown adult turned into a high-schooler whenever his old crush came around? When they were quite firmly and comfortably friends, at that? And when his best friend was her fiancé?

Him. Unfortunately. Every time he saw Tohru, another piece fell from the wall keeping certain words contained, and today the wall took another hit. A big one. Because here she was at his apartment, unannounced, with a basket of freshly-made mochi for no reason other than she wanted to bring him some. Well, the sweets weren't unusual, but the rest certainly was.

"Please come in," he said when his brain broke through the fog of pleasant spring smells from the breeze behind her.

"It's been a while!" Tohru smiled as she said it, removing her shoes and stepping inside.

He couldn't help a small laugh. "We had lunch last Thursday."

"Ah, well—" She laughed too, cheeks coloring. "Kyo and I have been so busy, it feels longer than that. Oh!" She reddened further. "I, I don't mean to keep you long..."

"Not at all. The bookstore closes early on Saturdays."

"It's Saturday! Of course. I knew that." More laughter, flailing hands (he took the basket gently from her arm).

"How's Kyo?" he asked as he set the basket on the table. A nudge toward familiar ground.

"He's wonderful! This week was much better. He had a breakthrough with Fudou-kun, you know, at the dojo? They really connected, and Fudou-kun's technique has improved so much…"

He listened intently, asking questions here and there, only briefly distracted by her eyes or how she seemed to have absorbed the perfume of the outdoors.

He could listen to her talk forever. (He could listen to her talk about Kyo forever.)

"Here." She pulled two mochi from the basket and handed him one. "I've been talking so much we haven't tried these yet!"

He bit into it to avoid thinking about the crinkle around her eyes as she took a bite.

And then he couldn't think about anything for a few seconds, a sweet strawberry filling lighting up his taste buds so strongly he barely held back a noise that would have been embarrassing. The surrounding mochi tasted like something complementary—basil, maybe—and was the perfect consistency. He finished it swiftly and reached for another while he tried to think of what to say.

"Delicious…!" Wiping her mouth delicately, Tohru smiled at him in a way that made his pulse speed up just a bit, then said, "Kyo made those."

Heat on his neck; he couldn't blush, he wouldn't. "Really?"

She nodded, taking another. "He was so nervous, but he really wanted to. He remembered how much you love strawberries, Yuki-kun."

Yuki paused, mochi halfway to his mouth. The air changed, pressing in on him. "They are delicious." He finished that mochi, then said, "I need to thank him when I see him again."

She made an assenting noise, hands clasped on the table. "He'll be very happy you like them!"

He could still smell flowers around her. The air was still heavy. He sat up on his knees and reached across the table, sweeping Tohru's hair back from one shoulder.

Her eyes widened, pink creeping into her face. "Yuki-kun, I—"

Her mouth, too, tasted like strawberries. Her lips moved against his after a moment, and he thought her hand was on his shoulder—then all of a sudden, the hand bracing him began shaking up through his arm, and he pulled back breathing shallowly.

He stared, she stared back, and his heart sank. "Tohru." His voice was reedy; he tried again. "I'm, I'm sorry, I don't know what—"

But she stood and moved to his side of the table, hands spread placatingly. "Yuki-kun, Y-Yuki, no, it's all right." She spoke quickly, kneeling beside him. She put a hand over his shaking one. "I need to tell—"

A sharp gasp cut her off; she bent double, forehead hitting Yuki's shoulder, a pained "oh" escaping her.

"Tohru?!" His hands flew to her shoulders, but he didn't know whether to hold her or prop her up. "What's wrong?"

With a groan, she straightened and met his eyes. She'd gone pale. "I think… O-Ow." She winced.

Blinking, he followed her gaze down to see her arms wrapped around her belly.

"I mean, I didn't think—" She hissed and leaned against him again. "Oh, Yuki, I'm sorry. I need to go back to mine, Kyo has— there's— it hurts, Yuki, please…" Her voice was steady despite the broken words and her trembling body.

"Of course." He stroked her hair, willing his heart rate to calm. "It's okay, sweetheart, everything will be fine."

(He realizes he said the endearment out loud far too late.)

###

Kyo didn't expect Tohru to come back being carried bridal-style by Yuki, but maybe things had gone well.

One look at her pale face told him they had not.

"She just collapsed," Yuki said, barely out of breath from the stairs, voice calm but eyes full of panic. "I didn't know what else to do."

Kyo's stomach clenched while he took Tohru gently from him; she felt overheated even though she was shivering. "Shit. Was something wrong with the mochi?"

"N-No." Tohru blinked up at him. "Kyo, I need the heating pad, a-a-and—" She moaned weakly, hiding her face against him.

Oh. "Oh, okay." Face flushing more from Yuki's possible secondhand embarrassment than anything else, he made a path to their bedroom, saying to Yuki, "You can come."

"Let me walk, please," Tohru said when they entered, and Kyo let her down despite his misgivings. She wobbled toward the bathroom. "I need to get a, um…"

He coughed and told Yuki, "Heating pad's in the hall closet." Then he detoured to her underthings drawer and followed Tohru, getting her aspirin and a glass of water while she equipped her armor (an offhand joke that had stuck).

Yuki had plugged the heating pad in by the bed when the two of them came back, and pulled back the bedcovers without being asked. His anxious fluttering nearby was oddly comforting, after Kyo settled her in.

"I'll set it for half an hour," he said, handing her the pad to adjust. "When was the last time you looked at the calendar?"

"It came early, I think." She gave a wan smile.

"Well, I figured that much."

She giggled and immediately winced, breathing raggedly.

"Okay, baby, just lie down." He stroked her forehead when she did, watching her carefully, laying his other hand feather-light over her abdomen. "Would more pressure help?"

She shook her head; he took his hand away.

"Temp's good?"

"Yes." She sighed, eyes closing.

"Good. You're home and comfy, you're gonna feel better really soon."

He felt Yuki close by him while he waited for her to fall asleep, and held back the urge to take his hand.

When her breathing deepened, when it had evened out for some time, he sighed softly and slowly got up from the bed. "Come on," he said to Yuki, taking a few steps to sit on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Shouldn't we leave?" Yuki followed anyway, sitting beside him.

"Nah. She'll sleep through anything for a while now." He tilted his head back against the bed with a sigh, closing his eyes. Just a few moments.

"Your mochi's still at my place," Yuki said, quiet voice sounding loud in the silence.

"No problem." He grinned, feeling warm when Yuki smiled back. "They were for you, after all. How were they?"

"When are you going to make more?"

This guy. "Whenever you like." And he took Yuki's hand before he thought anymore. "I hoped you'd like 'em." Then, because he was internally panicking, he changed the subject. "So what did you do to her?" he said, in a lightly ribbing tone.

Whether Yuki's blush was from the hand-holding or the comment was (thankfully) impossible to tell. He looked down, maybe at their hands. "I… well, I…" Then he looked up, directly at him, and said so softly Kyo wanted to lean in, "I kissed her."

"You… kissed her." He kept his face neutral and his breathing even. There was a chance he'd misheard. Then again, if things were moving faster than he thought…

"I kissed her," Yuki said a bit louder, his hand clenching in Kyo's. "Kyo, I'm sorry, I said that to her too, but she'd been looking at me and I just felt— something and I really didn't mean to but she wasn't upset, at least I don't think so, she tried to say something before s-s-she…!"

"Hey." He clapped his other hand to Yuki's shoulder, squeezing. "Breathe easy, idiot. I'm not gonna kill you."

Yuki shook his head with a weak laugh. "Now I know why she was in pain. I seriously thought I'd caused her harm."

"You could never. Besides, sometimes her cycle gets thrown off by stress she's causing herself."

"If I made it worse, then—"

"Nope." He squeezed Yuki's shoulder again and lifted their joined hands, contemplating for a moment before gazing at Yuki again. "Stress can happen because of good things too."

He saw that blush returning and purposely waited. At least part of Tohru's instinct had turned out to be correct, so maybe he could… Well. He wasn't planning to bust the guy's ass too hard, but what was the harm in a little bit of fun?

"She did have something she wanted to tell you," he said more softly, leaning in just a bit. "And she was excited to tell you. She'd been wanting to for days, Yuki. The mochi was an excuse and a reason."

Yuki opened his mouth to speak (and Kyo wasn't going to, he was not, he'd wait for—).

"So you'll have to wait until she wakes up." He allowed a half grin. "I'm not taking it away from her just because her uterus decided to be a brat."

The grin grew full at Yuki's desperately stifled laughter. "Kyo—"

"I literally do not care, and you shouldn't either, especially since Tohru doesn't. I mean, it took me a while until I realized I felt weird about it just 'cause I figured she felt really weird about it, since ninety-nine percent of dudes are like, actually weird and really stupid about it. Not buying tampons or whatever, or flipping the hell out seeing or hearing about tampons, for fuck's sake. It's her period, it's normal, fucking grow up."

He blinked then, taking in Yuki's expression; it was the smile that showed everywhere but on his mouth. His own face felt warm suddenly. "Okay, so I didn't mean to rant at you, specifically? I just have… opinions on this shit."

"You're really good for her," was all he said, a few beats later than Kyo would've liked.

"I mean. It's basic human decency…" Oh my god, shut up. Idiot.

"Either way," Yuki said, and then he smiled with his mouth too, and Kyo saw for the millionth time why 99% of Kaibara High had been in love with him, and that hadn't even been the real Yuki. He almost smirked, realizing. This Yuki was all theirs. His and Tohru's.

"Do you think some tea would help her feel better?"

From the floor, Kyo blinked up at Yuki standing, at his held-out hand. The train of thought had disoriented him. "Uh, well, if you're offering…"

He'd swear Yuki sparkled at him. "Oh, tea is one of the few things I've learned how to make properly."

"My god, the prince figured out how to boil water," he intoned, taking Yuki's hand and rising to his feet. "Fuckin' miracle."

Yuki just grinned.

In the kitchen, he tugged Kyo around with him rather than dropping his hand. Damn it, waiting for Tohru was going to be tougher than he thought.

"Where do you keep your… oh, wait, I remember." Yuki needed both hands to retrieve the teabox (one of many) from its upper cabinet. "And then…"

Honestly, he moved around their kitchen like he lived there (had he really been over that often?). Kyo stood and watched, hands behind his back, fighting a hiccup-y feeling in his chest.

"Please, sit," Yuki said. "I promise I've got this."

So Kyo sat on the cushion at the living area table, just outside of the kitchen. It was a funny feeling that he could probably turn his back and Yuki would still be fine, but he faced the kitchen anyway, not wanting to look away from him.

Watching Yuki gave room for other thoughts to crowd Kyo's brain. For instance: no, he wasn't theirs, yet or ever; even if he wanted to be with him and Tohru, nobody belonged to anybody. And really, she hadn't even asked yet. Maybe this secrecy wasn't for the best in the first place… But no again. It was Tohru's idea, her plan, and he trusted her to know what she was doing.

When it came down to it, she knew both of them better than anyone.

Kyo knew him pretty well too, though, and he wouldn't even think about teasing him if not for the... vibes he'd been giving off, today and in the past. For all the clichés about animal instincts, it still held true for the two of them. And Kyo's instinct was giving him a kind of hope he'd be afraid of if it weren't for Tohru.

What he meant by theirs wasn't ownership, of course not. More like… all for each other, in a way that no one else knew or understood but them. Yep, he was a hopeless romantic. And he'd kill anyone who found out, besides Tohru.

And besides Yuki. He wouldn't mind Yuki knowing, eventually. Because— because Kyo really…

He sighed and laid his head on his arms.

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Making tea was a form of meditation for Yuki. Teen Yuki, or even the Yuki of two years ago, wouldn't have thought such a thing was possible. But he always liked drinking it, and gardening, and one time he brought home a stack of library books devoted to cultivating, planting and brewing so-called tea plants. He'd become determined, all of a sudden, to be at least moderately less of a menace in the kitchen, and making tea seemed a good place to start. Every so often Kyo or Machi or Tohru would help (mostly by ensuring nothing caught on fire), but he had insisted on doing as much as he could on his own.

He had quite the repertoire now. Knowledge about brewing bagged tea and pre-made loose leaf mixes, yes, but he'd also gained the courage and ideas to create fresh mixes of his own (taste-tested first, of course). If he had planned this visit to Kyo and Tohru's apartment, he would've brought some mixes with him. They had only tea bags, though a nice variety. He selected the chamomile after brief consideration.

"Oh," he said under his breath, a verbal lightbulb. He'd bring some next time as thanks for Kyo's mochi. She might like that ginger-mint mix. Kyo… maybe blackberry? Or maybe…

The kettle whistled, shaking him out of reverie. He moved on autopilot; three cups, on to the tray, lift. "It's ready," he announced as he turned, "but maybe Tohru is still…"

He trailed off; Kyo had essentially face-planted on the table. Blinking, he traversed the distance, set the tray down, and was lifting a cup when Kyo lifted his head. "You look like you could use yours now." He held it out. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, no, it's—" was he blushing? "—just the adrenaline draining, I guess. Didn't know what happened to her at first and all." He took it, took a sip, mumbled, "Thanks. Thought you were just making it for her."

Yuki sat with his own cup, though he wanted to check on Tohru; he'd let Kyo lead on that. "I made a full pot, there's three of us, why not." After a brief drink, the warmth almost burning, he asked, "Do you like blackberries?"

A blank stare. "I guess so. Why?"

"My latest tea is blackberry. I could bring you the mix if you'd like." Feeling vaguely nervous, he jiggled one leg under the table.

Kyo brightened (Yuki stopped fidgeting). "Oh, nice. Sure. Tohru likes those fruit and flower teas, too." One long drink, a sigh, and then he continued, "I should probably make more mint tea for this part of her cycle. Help her stomach. Or, like, ginger or something."

Belatedly realizing he'd basically been staring at Kyo the entire time, Yuki said (with only a little stumble), "Ah, w-well, I'm actually working on a ginger and mint tea, I don't know if it'll combine well but I—"

"No kidding? We'll try some." With a flash of a smile, Kyo added, "Hey, maybe you can give us some tips on brewing our own stuff. But, I mean, not like we have much room for a garden here…"

Completely unprompted?! He tried to keep his rising happiness inside. "You don't need much room. Even just a windowsill is a fine starting place." Half of him dearly wanted to expand on plant types, the amount of sunlight, and everything else; the other half was deeply embarrassed and also aware of the third untouched cup of tea, so he stopped himself.

"Tohru's ahead of me, then," Kyo was saying, "with her window herb gardens and stuff—"

Does she grow rosemary? That's great with lemon. But lavender tea!!!

"—let's bring her tea before it cools too much."

"R-Right." He stood, reaching for the cup at the same time Kyo did, brushing fingers. He couldn't stop a nervous chuckle, cursing his again-warm cheeks when he said, "After you."

But Kyo was also, most definitely, blushing this time. "Sorry."

Yuki let him lead the way, hovering in the bedroom doorway while Kyo entered.

He had to hide a smile that would have been much too wide when Kyo told him to come in too.

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Eyes closed, Tohru could feel herself rising out of sleep. Kyo and Yuki's voices were a distant, comforting noise; she lay still and let the sound roll over her while awareness seeped in.

The bed was warm and soft. Her cramps were gone. Her head… felt a little… too big? Bruised? Not a headache, yet, but something to move carefully with. She was thirsty. She wondered what the boys were talking about. An unstoppable yawn welled up and with it, she opened her eyes.

She felt her smile moments before actually recognizing what she saw: Kyo at the foot of the bed, trying to move quietly to her side. A steaming cup of tea in his hand. And behind him, in the doorway…

"You're up," Kyo said. "Unless I woke you." Then he looked over his shoulder, said, "Come on in," and Yuki entered.

Her body didn't mind sitting up despite the odd fizziness settling into her veins, but shaking her head still felt like a bad idea, so she just said, "You didn't." She took the cup he held out to her and inhaled deeply— chamomile— before taking a careful sip; almost instantly her general unwellness faded somewhat. "Thank you."

"Sure. I just brought it to you, though. This guy—" he jabbed his thumb at Yuki, now standing beside him, "made it."

Yuki nodded, cheeks slightly pink.

"Thank you too, Yuki-kun."

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Oh, much better! Thank you for—" Memory flashed over her then, everything that had happened from when she stopped on Yuki's doorstep; she cut herself off with another sip. "...I'm so sorry I worried you."

"No, please," he said, stepping forward, "I'm sorry you were in such pain. And I'm glad you're feeling better."

He was close enough for her to reach for his hand. She didn't. "This will help," she said into the teacup. "It's been a while since I had chamomile."

"I forgot it was in there, to be honest." Kyo, laughing drily, scratched the back of his neck.

She smiled at him. "I bought too many boxes last week. I suppose that was some kind of premonition," she said to Yuki. Then she finished her tea and set it aside, stretching her arms above her head.

Kyo made a noise. "You sure you're ready to get out of bed?"

A giggle left her; her reaction to how did he know-of course he knows. "I think I'd like some air." She slid carefully out from the covers and straightened her dress, a brief blush passing over her as she did.

She walked past the boys in bare feet–that's right, Kyo had removed her shoes–and left the room, making her way to the small balcony off the living area. In her peripheral vision, Yuki went toward the kitchen with her teacup.

Outside, the sky was darker now, a light breeze scented with the promise of rain soothing her too-warm skin. It was easier to breathe out here, and the headache threatening at the back of her skull receded with each inhale. Had it been like this when she got back home? She could only remember Yuki picking her up when the pain made it impossible for her to stand, let alone walk. She had leaned into his chest and shut her eyes, listening to his heartbeat, part of her worried over his lungs with the spring pollen. But his breathing stayed strong the whole way back, and his grip on her had never wavered. His body heat had calmed her chills.

He had kissed her. She remembered that, too.

"Hey, you."

Kyo was so quiet. How long had he been out here? She half-turned, a smile getting halfway out. "Hi."

Eyes warm, he put his hands on her shoulders. He gazed out at the sky as he spoke. "You wanna talk to him alone? He told me what happened when you visited him. I… didn't tell him anything back."

"I thought he might." Looking up at him, she leaned back against him, laying her hands over his. "That's a good plan, I think. He might be very confused." And she laughed quietly, even though the situation wasn't (that) funny.

"Okay. You can come find me when you're done."

She nodded; he stepped away. "Wait, Kyo-kun."

At the threshold, he turned back to her, one eyebrow raised.

"Kiss," she said, reaching for him.

Smiling, Kyo caught her up and leaned to meet her lips.

She kissed him hard, delighting in the gently surprised noise he made, but pulled away regretfully when his tongue flickered along her lips. I love you. "I love you so much."

"Love you too, baby."

In the few minutes she was alone again on the balcony, Tohru thought about what to say and how to say it. She hadn't planned every word but she'd had a plan, and the cramps and everything else had disrupted it.

She was still thinking when Yuki walked onto the balcony next to her and said, "Kyo told me you want to speak with me."

She glanced at him, her hands coming to rest on the balcony railing. "Yes."

Time to do, not just think. Was he nervous? Anticipatory? Hopeful? She was. All three and more.

"Earlier today," she began, "I meant it when I said it was fine, when you kissed me. It was fine because of what I came by to talk to you about before… I got my period." This last part was mumbled; she didn't know yet Yuki's comfort level with talking out in the open about menstruation, and for all her (hard-won) ease with the topic, it still felt strange to say aloud to someone who wasn't Kyo, or Machi, or Saki or Arisa.

She kept going. "There isn't an easy way to say this, so… So I'll just say it. Yuki." A lump rose in her throat, a sharp ache, just from saying his name. Crying wouldn't do. She got hold of her emotions and tried again. "I care for you so, so very much. Kyo does too. We have for a long time now, and I know you care for us." The weight of what she'd waited to say for so long settled over her, a tingle at the base of her spine; she breathed in and out, wet her dry lips, tried to make herself look at Yuki and found she couldn't move. "And so, for the past couple of weeks we've been talking about… us. About you, and me, and him, a-a-and— Well, at first I felt guilty, and greedy, and I didn't know what to do so I hid it." She smiled briefly. "Kyo knows me well enough that I can't hide how I'm feeling from him for long, though. I thought he might be upset. But he'd been going through the same confusion I had, and then we talked, and talking made us realize that both of us had… we have… feelings for you."

Her hand had moved closer to Yuki's on the railing, she noticed suddenly; they were pressed close now, her pinky grazing his thumb. She wondered if he felt hers shaking. "Oh, Yuki, we love you." The words propelled her; she took a breath, turning her gaze from their hands to his face, warmth high in her chest. "I love you, Yuki. I want to be with both of you, I want you to be with both of us, because in every future I can imagine all three of us are there, always. No matter the feelings among us."

He blinked a few times, mouth parted. His hand didn't move from hers.

"S-So." She moved first. She had to look away, gripping the railing more tightly; her knees felt weak all of a sudden. "Th-That's what I wanted to tell you when I– when I came to s-see you today."

In the silence, she tried and failed to count her heartbeats. She'd done it, she'd done it, she'd done it, felt stripped raw and unbearably alive but what if she was wrong—

"Well. It sounded easy enough from here."

How she felt about Yuki's eyes was the opposite of how Kyo's eyes made her feel. Sometimes it was unnerving how much she could read in them. He had been closed off to her for so long, able to hide his true feelings far behind his irises, in princely smiles. It was better that he no longer did it, of course it was, she was proud that he'd found the courage; there were times, though, that the depth of feeling in them could overwhelm her.

Maybe after this moment, she wouldn't be overwhelmed anymore.

His steady voice, so ambiguous, made her look into his eyes, and he didn't look away. Happiness, relief, love; Yuki's eyes reflected all she felt for him and about him. And they were like magnets: she stumble-stepped toward him, hands coming to rest against his chest, even though he hadn't said anything, even though she should wait—

"I really… I never imagined I would hear something like that. Is this a dream?"

She couldn't help herself; her hands rose to touch his face, thumbs swiping gently at his tears. "I hope not," she said, her own eyes stinging, "because if you're dreaming then so am I."

He smiled like a summer sunrise, then leaned down until his forehead touched hers. "I love you," he whispered. "And I love Kyo. More than I ever thought I could. I want to be with you both."

"Oh…!" Tears slipped from her closed eyelids. "Oh, good. I'm— I'm so—" She was laughing and crying, and she put her hands behind his neck, and she pulled his mouth down to hers.

From somewhere very far away, she heard rainfall begin. She felt a light spray, carried by a gust of wind. All of it was eclipsed by Yuki's lips moving against hers, by his hair between her fingers, by his hands at her back pulling her into him.

Then she was laughing again, the kiss broken as he swung her into his arms, into a princess carry, just like before. "It's a thunderstorm," he said, laughing too, thunder rumbling above them just then. "Let's go in."

With the overhang keeping them dry— no, even in the pouring rain— Tohru could have kissed him forever. But she wanted to see Kyo equally badly. And so she looped her arms around his neck, and he carried her back inside, right to Kyo sitting on the couch, where he sat down too.

Dizzy with feeling, she let herself fall back into Kyo's lap, her legs stretching across Yuki. "Kyo-kun, Kyo-kun," she sang, smiling so wide it almost hurt. "I told him."

An impossibly soft smile rested on his face. "You told him, huh?"

"I told him!"

"She did." Yuki was smiling too.

"And!" It was a squeak; her feet wiggled with giddiness. "And I kissed him, I hope you don't mind, and, and so…"

"Oh, I don't blame you." He ran a hand through her hair, smiling wider. "Would've done the same thing if I were you. Well." He turned, eyes meeting Yuki's. His hand left her hair to touch his cheek. "Guess it's my turn."

Yuki closed his eyes, leaning in.

She watched them. Watched Kyo take hold of Yuki's face with both hands, fingers pressing into his jawline, like he never wanted to let him go. Watched Yuki lean into Kyo, fitting so perfectly, one of his hands clutching Kyo's shirt; the other was slack and shaking over her ankles. So she took his hand with both of hers and held it on her belly, not because she was in pain (blissfully, she wasn't at all) but because she needed something to hold her down lest she float away from pure joy.

It wasn't long before they pulled back, their foreheads touching like hers and Yuki's had been minutes before. Kyo's hand covered hers holding Yuki's (and Yuki gripped hers so very tightly), and he said, "Sorry we kept you waiting."

Yuki laughed, or maybe it was a sob, and he put his arm around Kyo's shoulders, pulling in. "Please treat me kindly."

Tohru would have laughed if she weren't already stunningly full of emotion.

As it was, Kyo did for her, snickering and hugging him back. "I'll do my best," he said solemnly.

That broke her, had her laughing until her stomach hurt in a good way, until she needed a tissue to wipe away (more) happy tears. After that she returned to the couch and wedged between them, their hands finding hers as they'd done for years. Except…

Except now they were all walking together on a new path, with so much to see and with so much time to explore, even as her mind thrummed with impatience to start right that instant. She settled that impatience minutely by kissing Yuki's cheek and then Kyo's. And when they returned her kisses in perfect sync– why, she would have melted into the couch if they weren't all pressed together, unmoving.

She wondered if her eyes looked as bright to them as theirs did to her.

#Fruits Basket #Yukyoru #Furuba #Kyo x Tohru x Yuki #JujYwrites #at the end Yun said Yoroshiku onegaishimasu #and Kyo replied ganbarimasu... lmghkghjghm

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kaeldra · 3 years

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Dark Nights, Brighter Days

Summary: It's been a long time since Kyo has had a bad dream like this, and he feels as though he should be past them by now. Thankfully, he has the two people he loves most in the world by his side to make him feel better.

A short ficlet I found in my drafts based on poly Yuki/Kyo/Tohru from Fruits Basket! Ngl, this is essentially self indulgent fluff. This ship needs more love. I actually posted this on Ao3 a while ago, and have had this sitting in my drafts for ages but figured I should finally post it here too!

This fic can also be read on Ao3!

The flash of a hand, glass shattering, and endless tears. It’s not coherent enough to make sense of, but it’s more than enough to elicit a pure fear response and send chills up his spine. He wishes this was over, it was supposed to be over, but he knows better than to think he’ll ever be able to escape. The best he can do is try to run away for as long as he can, before it all catches up and steals the small amount of happiness he’s been able to collect. He starts to run again, but the shadows overtake him and he falls to the ground--

Kyo wakes with a start, gripping the sheets in clenched fists. He sits up and shrugs the blankets off, despite the chill. It takes him a long moment to orient himself, and he fights to calm his racing heartbeat. In the time it takes him to realize where he is, a shape beside him stirs into wakefulness.

“Kyo-kun...? Is everything alright?”

He looks over to see Tohru blinking sleepily up at him, her eyebrows scrunching together in worry. The sight of her face is enough to help calm him slightly and he smiles weakly at her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Just a bad dream. Go back to sleep,” he murmurs. Whether he would be able to get back to sleep was another question. Maybe he’d go for a walk or something. He didn’t need to bother her with this. It was all in the past now, really, though his subconscious still hadn’t gotten the message apparently.

“Don’t be silly. How can I go back to sleep when you’re probably all shaken up?” Tohru sits up with him and drapes herself over his shoulders in a hug. The motion jostles the bed lightly, and Kyo can feel another shape shifting on his other side. Yuki rolls to look up at the pair and smiles softly.

“Hm, I see you two were planning to cuddle without me? I’m wounded,” he says playfully, brushing hair out of his eyes. Kyo turns to look at the other and grimaces.

“Dammit, I can’t believe I woke both of you with my stupid nightmare. It’s nothing, really.”

Yuki’s smile drops off of his face as he processes the words.

“A nightmare? It’s been a while since you had one of those. Did you want to talk about it?”

Yuki reaches out a hand in search of Kyo’s, who takes it gladly, though he looks away from both him and Tohru. It has been a while. He thought he’d finally freed himself of the last vestiges of his life before the curse was broken, but here it is reminding him it’ll be part of his memories forever.

“Not really. It’s nothing new, anyway,” he mutters.

Tohru makes a sound of sympathy as she rubs light circles into his back. They both know the nightmare he’s talking about. It’s not the first time they’ve been there after he wakes from one, and he has a feeling it won’t be the last. Since they’ve been around, though, he’s had them less. They help keep the bad dreams away.

Yuki tugs at Kyo’s hand lightly, pulling him gently so he’s laying down again, this time against Yuki’s chest. Tohru smiles at them before laying back down as well, curling into Kyo’s side.

“You know we’d listen regardless,” Yuki murmurs as he tightens an arm around the two of them. Tohru nods in agreement, her hair tickling against Kyo’s arm.

“We just want you to feel safe, Kyo-kun.”

Kyo twines the fingers of his free hand with hers and smiles. It’s amazing how quickly they can make him feel whole again.

“Well, mission accomplished.”

They lay like that for a while, and Kyo lets himself be lulled back to sleep by the soft sound of their heartbeats.

#Fruits Basket #Yukyoru #Fruits Basket fic #fanfic #they are so soft #kael writes

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aly-san · 4 years

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Tohru deserves ice cream with her boyfriends

#fruits basket #yukyoru #ot3 #polyamory #furuba #aly's art

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anxietyavocado · 4 years

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look this is a total niche interest but fruits basket timeless au where akito is determined to destroy rittenhouse because then she can get her life back and yuki and kyo and tohru are the team sent after them. hatori runs the team. shigure thinks he does. ayame runs the costume department. kagura is the ex wife that everyone thought was dead

#fruits basket #yukyoru #timeless #kyo sohma #tohru honda #yuki sohma

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