#astmea

First up, fluff! More headcanons about my fav Furuba ship ever~ fun fact this’ll be my first batch of Yukyoru headcanons since I created my writeblog :D (here’s the others) this is another mess but what can i say

Your OT3 goes to the beach! Who can’t swim? Who teaches the one who can’t swim, and who sits under the umbrella laughing at them both?

The best thing about this prompt? My headcanons are partly canon for once:

So yeah, Tohru can’t swim. Properly anyway. Kyo teaches her.

On the Sohma family trip he didn’t get in the water until Tohru killed herself tryna swim ofc (and Yuki dragged him back in lolol), but turns out he likes the water and swimming and gets pretty good at it. He tries so hard not to get annoyed at Tohru but it’s not really at her it’s that she isn’t understanding things that seem obvious to him, like breathing right or staying relaxed/letting the water help instead of tensing up. He really wants her to do well, and enjoy swimming like he does but argh– sometimes he’ll just shut down bc irritation rising + it shouldn’t, she’s trying + not being able to complain = Kyo.exe not working.

so anyway the first time they go as a trio date? Yuki’s the one hanging out under the umbrella. 1: he’s not gettin involved in that ongoing saga ok. 2: yeah sure they brought sunscreen but today it’s broiling and he’s p sure he'll start burning after 0.2 secs in the sun. oh, he reminds Kyo to bring along a floaty ring(?) but of course Kyo remembers that summer so he’s like “no shit”.

Kyo teaches her the breaststroke early-ish bc it’s a good take-a-break kind of stroke. (Yuki’s at least in the water by then but still staying out of the way). Thing is it’s hard for her to get the timing right and just watching Kyo doesn’t seem to do it, so he ends up taking her hands and moving her arms the right way, and does the same with her legs (holding her ankles) while she hangs onto the floatring. All the while they’re both stammering and blushing all over each other

Yuki’s watching all this and internally screaming because thEY’RE ADORABLE AND HILARIOUS im going to d i e

anyway the ~hands on~ method really sticks with her. It becomes her favorite stroke even though she’s best at the front crawl (srsly she's really good once she gets the proper breathing technique)

Kyo’s fav is the butterfly which is quite strenuous(I might be projecting lel). Tohru is fascinated and also likes the name so she wants to learn; Kyo shows her the arm motions (more blushing) but demonstrates the kick himself because where can he touch her that’s appropriate and besides its a kick that you can only feel right if you do it yourself??

A lotta flailing involves but the second she does a few decent strokes she knows (Kyo exclaiming “You got it!” also helps). She’s so happy and excited that, well, “Yuki-kun look, I’m a butterfly!!!”

and he literally falls over laughing. *sploosh* up to his chest

Kyo’s all “U THINK IT'S SO EASY QUIT DERPING AROUND AND TRY IT” naturally yelling at Yuki is easier than laughing like he kinda wants to (fml she’s so cute!!!!!) but he still smiles watching her bc she’s actually doing it and he taught her

and Tohru’s so dang proud of herself she’s super-energized for a long time– until she crashes utterly and Yuki tows her back to shore while Kyo does a quick cool-down in more ways than one

This day is angst, so I’m using an angst-tagged prompt– but here’s the thing, I’m allergic to (writing) angst so this probably won’t be angsty at all >_>;

did i mention all days except free day will be Yukyoru? fite me ;D

The prompt: person A had wings and is in a world where flying people aren’t normal to the average person, Person B sees them and shoots them down for whatever reason while the rest of the poly group has to help person B after they panic for shooting someone out of the sky.

Tohru pulled her goggles over her eyes, watching the sky until the winged silhouette became clear again. She breathed slow and deep, like how Kyo taught her, and when he handed her the rifle her heartbeat had steadied.

“Take your time. Study its flight pattern.” His voice was warm in her ears, then he stepped away, letting her breathe in the space he left her.

She traced the creature’s path, sighted down the barrel. With a clench of teeth

she pulled the trigger

(and everything froze as fire ripped through his left wing)

and again

(another crack from below, a blaze past his thigh)

and watched as her quarry plummeted.

Kyo’s energy crackled next to her, against her shoulder from his hand squeezing it; a glance revealed his eyes glowing amber, fangs protruding. “Good job. Let’s go get it.”

As they traversed the tundra, moving closer to their prey, Tohru felt a frisson of uncertainty take root. It only built as she crested a ridge and caught a glimpse of silvery feathers, of a human limb. “Wait,” she whispered. “Something isn’t…”

She could see fully now. But surely her eyes were playing tricks. She shoved her goggles onto her forehead, yet the sight remained the same: a human. With wings. A pained exhale left her, her shaking hands barely able to lay the rifle down. “Oh, stars above, what have I done?”

She fumbled through her satchel as she came within steps of the human, pulling out a flask. A graze wound, somewhere, from the blood staining simple beige trousers, but it was the bloody tear in one of the stormcloud wings that most alarmed her. A quick glance at the person’s bare chest and sides showed no other wounds.

She eased closer, heart hammering. “I’m so sorry. Please l-let me help you.” She spoke softly, moved slowly. The boy, she guessed, was staring at her with wide violet eyes, his mouth parted. She showed the flask, said, “This will help.” Unstopping it, she sidestepped to get closer to his wing.

His arms shot up to hold back her shoulders with unexpectedly strong pressure.

In the same instant Kyo snarled, tensed to lunge.

“Don’t!” Her heart jolted at her sharp tone, how it made Kyo and the boy flinch. She laid gentle fingers on Kyo’s arm. “Don’t.”

The boy didn’t remove his hands. His whole body shook with his breaths. His gaze made her feel like glass.

“What is your name?” Slow, soft.

He blinked. Then his arms fell away, and he curled in on himself, wincing at the movement.

She sucked in a breath and reached for his wing. The feathers were impossibly soft. His wing wasn’t at the right angle to pour the flask’s contents over the wound; she didn’t feel comfortable manipulating his wing, either.

“…Let me.” Kyo held the wing steady. His fangs had disappeared, eyes back to garnet.

She nodded her thanks, emptied the flask over her palm. Shivering at the viscous liquid’s sensation, she pressed her hand over the wound she’d caused.

“A-Ah…” The slightest of sounds, barely a breath. The boy’s eyes fell shut.

She sighed in relief as she felt the magic working. When the tingling stopped, she looked at the result, wiping her hand on her breeches. The would had closed, though there remained an angry mark.

Kyo released the boy’s wing; it folded in to cover the boy’s side. “What should we do?”

“Bring him back with us.” Her voice felt small but sounded firm.

“Are you sure?” In a tone that meant he clearly wasn’t.

“He’s still hurt. We– I can’t just leave him here.” She turned to him, hands clasped. “Please, Kyo.”

He sighed shortly. “Get the rifle.”

When she turned back to him, he had the boy in his arms. His energy had changed, slightly. The boy’s breaths were steadier.

They walked side by side, silent. Tohru couldn’t think for the blood roaring in her ears.

“It’ll be okay,” Kyo said, tentative. “You… We’re doing the right thing.”

The boy shifted. Tohru gasped, Kyo started, and they halted.

“Y-Yu…”

She leaned closer.

“…Yuki.”

Some kind of noise squiggled out of her.

“My name…” He opened his eyes, looked right at her clear and bright (she felt pinned). “My name is Yuki.”

His eyes closed again. She let out a breath, felt Kyo do the same.

Or, ASTMEA CH17. written as comfortfic after a shitty day. AN AU aftermath of S1E12.

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Kyo has never been more glad that looks can’t kill, because Akito would’ve dropped dead in front of Yuki and there’d be hell to pay.

But then Tohru pushed him, and grabbed Yuki’s hand, and she ran. And Kyo felt the warpath crumble under his feet. Even so, he’d been on edge all day. Not that that could compare to whatever Yuki was feeling, though his mask was so strong that you’d never tell.

Except now, it’s night, and ten minutes earlier Tohru burst into Kyo’s room to bring him to Yuki’s; he was on the floor against his bed, knees tight to his chest, shallow shaking breaths that made Kyo’s chest hurt too.

Kyo’s got Yuki in his arms on the floor, while Tohru leans into them both from the front, a pillow barrier between them.

“Akito said, he said, that maybe I needed to go, b-b-back to that room.” His panic has subsided enough for him to speak, but deep breaths still take effort.

“They’re only words.” A stupid thing to say, when he knows firsthand words can wound as badly as a knife. Silence just seems worse right now, and he’s not good at thinking before he speaks. “He won’t hurt you, not with us here.”

He kisses the crown of Yuki’s head, strokes his arms, watches Tohru cradle his cheeks and gently kiss his mouth.

Touching to impart love is so much more powerful than touching to control or to hurt. He has to believe that, because it’s all they have.