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merryfortune · 4 years

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Day 16 / Rain

Ship: Scytheshipping | Ema/Kyoko

Fandom: YuGiOh Vrains

Word Count: 1,688

Rating: M

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Canon, Angst, PTSD, Sexual References, Hurt/Comfort, Victim Blaming (?)

Ema hates how easy it was to love Kyoko.

She had never loved a woman or man before. She was above all the romanticism and oxytocin. She was only in it for the base; for the sex and the backstabbing. She was truly her brother’s sister and her father’s daughter in that regard. People were disposable and the easier it was to hate them, the better the consecutive one night stands were; that’s why Akira got dull so quick and became a friend more so than boyfriend. But Kyoko?

Somehow, she was different.

She really shouldn’t have been. She should have been the epitome of the cheap hate fucks that Ema was fond of because there was no lingering fondness.

Kyoko had red hands the likes of which Ema had never seen before and with them, she carved the worst and most painful rivulets she had ever felt on her back. That woman was a monster. All red hair and red hands and these cold, grey eyes which burned the same way that dry ice did. She was a rough fuck and Ema liked it. They weren’t the type to get cosy after coitus, but they would share a bed and somewhere in the exhaustion, they did become that type. It was an affectionate attachment that Ema thought that she wouldn’t ever be interested in. She wasn’t some hopeless romantic teenager, after all. Love them and leave them was her philosophy.

But she couldn’t leave Kyoko. Maybe not now but not never, Ema thought as she put kind emotions into herself when Kyoko stirred on the third one night stand that they had together. Ain’t it funny how things happen in threes?

Outside the room, it was thundering atrociously. That must’ve been what had woken Kyoko up; Ema had been drowsing, mostly thinking about how she was going to ghost Kyoko later but when she felt the other woman roll over and touch her back, so gently that Ema flinched because she wasn’t used to that woman’s touch being soft. And her voice, it broke as she spoke in a terrified whisper.

“I’m scared.”

Boom. Crash. Bright lights split the sky and rain of biblical proportions continues to last the sky roof of Ema’s penthouse apartment. Thunder and lightning followed and Ema didn’t need eyes in the back of her head to know how badly Kyoko winced. Her fingers curled in on themselves against Ema’s back. It was pitiful and she wanted to sigh but instead, she found herself with more compassion than that but maybe she shouldn’t be if her hunch was right.

Nonetheless, Ema rolled over and she didn’t realise how close Kyoko had been to her until now. They hadn’t been touching but they had been so close to it. A breadth of a breath; of a hair.

“Are you okay?” Ema asked. She was afraid to reach out across those mere millimetres between herself and Kyoko; a shame given her natural instinct was to console, to touch and caress her.

“Nights like these always take me back.” Kyoko confessed.

Ema swallowed her tongue on that. Sharp and cocky. She had been right.

“It was just after Dr Kogami had been…” Kyoko’s voice trailed off and as though on cue, there was another crash of lightning which she shuddered out. Her breathing turned ragged and she grimaced; huddling in on herself, giving herself the comfort that Ema was still, albeit hesitantly, withholding from her. “It was a night like this when Spectre came home with Ryoken; seeing his face was like divine retribution. Obviously we couldn’t get rid of him but it never stopped hurting completely. Only a little less; a constant reminder of what we had done to those children.”

It seemed even monsters could show remorse. Ema’s brows furrowed. It somehow seemed easier, on her conscious and even her heart, if she pigeonholed - believed - that the Knights of Hanoi were beyond redemption and that they were inhuman.

Of course, what does it say about her; that she was willing to cavort carnally with them…?

Regardless, in the darkness of her bedroom, Ema didn’t truly see an evil woman before her. She struggled to see anything; it was all in monochrome shades, a little grey, a little blue, some black and some white. Nothing definitive; all shadowy. She sighed and her escape breath was difficult to know the meaning of until she inched in closer.

Kyoko seemed surprised. Her eyes brightened briefly when she realised that she had finally been given the approval which she was vying towards but it was still more than apparent to Ema that she was consumed with guilt.

The thin sheets that they shared laid over her haphazard over Kyoko, barely disguising her nakedness; either of their nakednesses, really. Ema’s left hand snaked along Kyoko’s upper thigh, drawing circles upon it, moving the sheets, crumpling them and she gazed sympathetically unto her. She simply dripped with saccharine sympathy but it was mixed with disgust. Kyoko couldn’t blame her.

When Ema tried to understand this woman, to find some sense of purging divide between right and wrong. Kyoko was someone broken, maybe. Broken by decisions she had made when she was barely out of high school. Ergo, she had been taken advantage of, likely given some story about a shiningly bright future, all good and pristine and that the ends justified the means. No matter how repugnant such means were and whether the end was even worth it to begin with. After all, no Ignis were left and humanity had no successor...

It was sickening. But that never meant that she had to forgo agency. So, she was cruel in her denial of it. She was someone who had abided by six months of torture for six children, barely out of preschool. And someone who had been willing to abide by it for six more months, and possibly longer, if need be…

She was atoning, now, or so Ema had been told. Ema didn’t believe it but she still stroked the idea in case it was true. In her perspective, she saw cowardice in such claims, to be bluntly honest. If she wanted to atone, she ought to do it in the eyes of justice. Not in the shadows where it was safe.She should do something as stunning as lightning and electricity. But that was just Ema’s opinion and she had only been mauled by the data of the insane twice, after all. Only twice; not thrice.

But as Ema came to embrace Kyoko, she found it difficult to maintain such heinous thoughts about her companion. Kyoko was complicated, there was no reducing that, Ema found as her thoughts and feelings fluctuated with each breath. Changing with the oxygen in her blood and lungs.

She hugged Kyoko tightly, in it all. Her body was cold and Ema snuggled in. Kyoko smiled with tears in her eyes as she laid her head on Ema’s breast. She could hear Ema’s heartbeat and she could feel it too. It was steady, not necessarily slow but it wasn’t fast either but it was sublimely comforting.

It still rained outside and violently at that. Kyoko still winced and flinched and was completely and utterly fragile as the lightning and thunder spooked her relentlessly but she did settle. She did come to dream, inhaling the smell of Ema’s sex and faded perfume as she did so. Finding some comfort in them both and in her warmth. Not once realising that Ema had cruel thoughts about her.

Even presently. Ema still couldn’t sleep and she was still considering ghosting Kyoko, leaving her out in the cold where the rain seemed to wash the world unclean in its natural violence. She probably deserved a bit more sadness in her chest like the turmoil of a storm, just like those kids and how it all spiralled out from there with those individuals. After all, she was still a monster; even when cradled in human arms but her eyes had lost that cement like bluster. There had been emotion, messy and unadulterated, in those eyes of Kyoko’s, right before they, with their sharp and pretty lashes, fluttered close and she fell asleep, calm and safe, in Ema’s arms.

The following morning came arduously and so did the day after that and Ema never ghosted Kyoko like she had planned to. She never told Kyoko about those thoughts as they lingered still. Turning to visions of futures which had the potential to come to pass but no, Ema kept them all to herself as sex turned to dating with the enigmatic Baira, sharp as medical waste syringes and as soft as the plastic bagging and as confusing as all the scientific names for all the chemicals inside little jars.

So, Ema stayed. They stayed. And somehow domesticity leaked into their relationship where it really shouldn’t have and Ema realised that her heart could come to pound when she enjoyed the familiarity that she had with Kyoko. The kisses which turned from sour to sweet, the longer that they stayed together and all the less than romantic moments in between which Ema prefered because she wasn’t that type of lady who could stomach all the sap and syrup more fitting to cinema than to her real life.

And it was all so strangely easy. As easy as breathing, to love Kyoko, Ema found. Even when she still felt that she shouldn’t because Kyoko’s hands were as red as her hair with the guilt of what she had done ten years ago and how it progressed since to hide the sins that yes, she was redeeming herself with. Or at least that’s what Ema had observed thus far alongside this woman she was in a relationship with.

Because despite it all, all the love that she had built up in her heart, Ema still had the occasional thought of leaving it all. Just like Kyoko was a monster, Ema was a ghost. It simply couldn’t be helped, even if there was a very real love, somehow at play in this situation.

#femslash february #scytheshipping #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #ema bessho #emma bessho #kyoko taki #taki kyoko #clarissa turner #baira (vrains)#clover and violets #clover and violets 2020 #writing tag

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incorrect-vrains-quotes · 4 years

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Vyra x Emma + 1 year together

hc requests: still open

I don’t think they expected to last all that long together as a relationship

I imagine they built off from a fling, for business for leisure, up to you and with the chaos around them, Ema aligned pro ignis, Kyoko of course... not, it was probably very rocky but they stuck out

they definitely celebrate with champagne, i think. to us, they say, glasses clinking over a fancy dinner, somewhere that kyoko wouldn’t get recognised but then again, maybe she’s heat free by this point

i think, all things considered, they have a good relationship and after one year, what’s two? three? moving in? looking to the future together

something Kyoko never thought she would be able to do with her past and her sins

and something that ema never realised that she would have to face. she always found something of an affinity with the phrase “live fast, die young” or “leave a pretty corpse” but now, she wouldn’t mind something a bit more solid, more well thought out and she thinks that Kyoko can help bring the better of her out, as one can’t repent alone

- Mod Playmaker

#mod stuff #not a quote #vrains headcanon #offtopic #scytheshipping #Anonymous

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incorrect-vrains-quotes · 5 years

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so back in february i did the femslash february challenge but i didn’t finish it but now i have so here are all the vrains themed fills I did

day 3 - lost: aqua/miyu | (ao3) (tumblr)

day 4 - cafe: aoi/miyu | (ao3) (tumblr)

day 11 - rest day: ema/kyoko | (ao3) (tumblr)

day 12 - balloons: aqua/aoi | (ao3) (tumblr)

day 16 - blue: aoi/aqua/miyu | (ao3) (tumblr)

day 19 - vanilla: hayami/queen | (ao3) (tumblr)

day 26 - comfort: aoi/kiku | (ao3) (tumblr)

I figured I’d explicitly promo the vrains chapters here but there’s a lot of arc v & zexal femslash goodies in there as well (with scant sprinklings of dm, gx, and 5ds)

***if any of the links are screwy, let me know so I can fix it

#mod stuff #not a quote #enjoy this shameless self promo #also i didn't have to link both my ao3 and my tumblr post versions but i did for your better reading experience #...and to maximise my hits/likes........#since there are ao3 links; tumblr will most likely hide this post #but for blog categorisation purposes i'll tag the ships anyway #(the named ships anyway)#untagged ship #zinniashipping #scytheshipping #teardropshipping #perennialshipping

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incorrect-vrains-quotes · 5 years

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Emma x Vyra & Aoi x Miyu for the 50 OTP thing?

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

Ema/Kyoko: both are night owls

Zinnia: Miyu is the early bird and Aoi is the night owl

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

Ema/Kyoko: Ema is big spoon because her long hair is too annoying for anyone to deal with but that’s okay. Kyoko is a little spoon anyway.

Zinnia: Miyu is big spoon and Aoi is little spoon

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

Emma/Kyoko: Ema is both

already answered for Zinnia

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Ema/Kyoko: Kyoko

Zinnia: Miyu

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Ema/Kyoko: both switch between underwear, naked, and pyjamas

Zinnia: both prefer pyjamas and they absolutely have a matching set which has dorky puns or something on them or matching themes

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

Ema/Kyoko: they take turns

Zinnia: Aoi goes on coffee runs for her and Miyu

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Ema/Kyoko: Ema

Zinnia: Miyu

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

Ema/Kyoko: they’re both tops

Zinnia: they’re both bottoms

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?

Ema/Kyoko: Ema if she has an ulterior motive ultimately they’re both very cynical regarding Valentine’s Day

Zinnia: Miyu

23. Who asks who out on the first date?

Ema/Kyoko: Ema

Zinnia: Aoi brings up the idea but Miyu decides when/where/etc

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?

Ema/Kyoko: Kyoko talks and Ema listens but its quite mutual/equitable

Zinnia: same as above, quite equitable but Miyu is definitely the bigger chatter box

25. Who wears the other ones clothes?

Ema/Kyoko: Ema and it pisses Kyoko off because they’re very different sizes so none of her clothes fit her anymore

Zinnia: they both share and luckily have similar sizes so there are now a pool of clothes neither of them remembers who owned first

- Mod Playmaker

#mod stuff #not a quote #otp spam #vrains headcanons #zinniashipping #baira x ema #Anonymous #untagged ship #scytheshipping

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merryfortune · 5 years

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Day 11 - Rest Day

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Ship: Ema/Taki

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: set during the Lost Incident/references to child abuse

Taki blinked. She was surprised to hear that, but she was thrilled, nonetheless. Well, as thrilled as one could be in her rather precarious position, but she would take what she could in gratefulness. So, she thanked Dr Kogami – who praised her, briefly, for her displacing in work – and then took off.

Having expected to have been working the whole day, when Taki exited the building, she felt vaguely empty. After all, her mind had been racing all morning with notes regarding what she had wanted to do today. She wanted to check on the Ignis containment units and she wanted to re-examine some observations on one of the children – 004 – as he had been displaying some unusual behaviours and she wanted to cross-examine them with her child psychology textbook that she had finally been able to pick up from the book shop having ordered it a couple weeks ago. But now. She didn’t have to do any of that so the sudden lack of things to do had hollowed her out.

But all those things could be sticky-taped to her brain and left for tomorrow. For now, for today at least, Taki was going to enjoy herself. After all, the opportunity had presented itself. The only problem was, Taki had no idea how she wanted to spend this rare rest day that she had been given.

However, as she wandered back with the intention of returning to her apartment to re-plan her day, she passed a café. It was an ordinary-looking café with a forest green façade and Taki realised that, she had never visited this café before, even though it was so close between her place of work and her apartment. She had always wanted to, but it was so hard to schedule such things into her day that she had always passed up on it.

And with bright eyes, Taki realised that today may as well be that day. Though her stomach did not growl, and her mouth did not water, she still made the choice of entering the establishment. When she pushed on the door, it tinkled with the sound of a bell and she was greeted with the warm, delectable smell of cakes and coffees. Taki smiled.

With the bell having rung, Taki garnered the attention of one of the workers in the café. She popped out of seeming nowhere, from behind the counter, and she quickly finished tying up her hair. Taki didn’t know why but watching the waitress’ deft fingers manipulate her hair tie and then irritably huffing when her hair flopped back out of place in rebellion made her heart flutter.

It was a tiny moment of a thing Taki would probably call sonder. After all, she had just inadvertently witnessed a small sliver of the waitress’ inner life, so rich and complex and completely and utterly unknown to Taki, a fellow stranger. But also, because her cherry red lips and long eyelashes were rather appealing too, not just her fluffy, magenta-and-grey dual tone hair. She smiled impishly as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear which came to a peculiar point, Taki noticed.

“Sorry, I’m having a bad hair day.” she huffed with pouty cheeks.

“I think you look fine.” Taki replied without thinking.

The waitress laughed flirtatiously. “You’re sweet. But, enough of that, sit where you want. Or are you expecting company?” she asked.

“No, just me this morning.” Taki replied as she drew in closer, clutching her handbag.

“Then, may I recommend the window seat? Good for people watching.” She said.

“My favourite hobby.” Taki snickered.

“Perfect. Now, can I get you anything to start? We’ve got blackboard specials.” The waitress said as she chucked her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the menu.

Taki hummed as she looked up. Honestly, the most appealing thing in this café at the moment was the waitress, but she couldn’t say such a bold thing.

“I might sit down first, read the menu…” she murmured.

“Sounds good. Well, just give a shout.” the waitress said.

“Easy.” Taki said.

Taki excused herself from the front counter, and all the delicious treats that it had embedded in it and sat herself where she pleased. She took the waitress’ advice and sat in the middle of the window. She propped her chin up and her gaze drifted past to the people on their way to work. She sighed. As fun as the opportunity of having a day off was, she would have preferred to have been at work even if… even if work was how it was.

It wasn’t a fun internship. Not by a long shot. The details of it sickened Taki to her stomach but the goal outweighed the necessary evils and so, she had committed. And maybe that was part of why she couldn’t enjoy herself here. Even though the waitress and the décor were both pretty and the food seemed utterly aromatic. It’s because she knew, not too far away, six children were going through hell on earth.

Taki sighed again and her eyes drifted to the menu in front of her, wedged between bottles of salt and pepper. She picked it up and picked through it. She thought about what she had eaten for breakfast and it had been pretty plain as well as savoury, so she found herself drawing closer to the sweets on offer. The hedgehog slice sounded nice but the orange and poppy seed cake could be good too.

“Excuse me, waitress?” Taki piped up.

The waitress set aside the broom that she was pretending to use to sweep. She smiled as she joined Taki at the table.

“Yes, darling?” she said.

“What would you recommend? The hedgehog slice or the orange and poppy seed cake?” Taki asked.

“Honestly, I would recommend you neither of those things.” the waitress said with a quirk of her brows.

“Oh, what would you recommend?” Taki asked, curious.

“I’d recommend you my name and number.” She said.

Taki’s mouth dried. “A bold little minx, aren’t you? I mean, you look barely out of high school.”

“Graduated last year, actually.” the waitress said. “What about you, hon?”

“I’m in my third year of university, actually.” Taki replied.

“Oh fun.” The waitress smiled.

“Do you do this with all your customers?” asked Taki.

“No, only the ones with pretty red hair.” the waitress said with a wink. “Well?”

“Alright, if that’s what the waitress recommends, I’m Kyoko Taki, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Taki said.

“Wonderful.” The waitress said as she scribbled out her digits on her little notepad which she was probably supposed to take orders with; not give them out. “I’m Ema.”

“It’s good to meet you, Ema.” Taki said, with a demure smile, as she accepted the little note.

“But, on a serious note, get the orange and poppy seed cake. It is so much friendlier on the hips and pairs better with all sorts of coffees.” Ema said.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’ll get a latte thank you, with a slice of your orange and poppy seed cake.” Taki said.

“I’ll be two shakes of a lamb’s tail then, Kyoko.” Ema said.

“A very bold little minx.” Taki teased.

Ema laughed and excused herself. It was bittersweet. This felt like a fated encounter. Taki could feel some sort of importance to this meeting – and consequent flirtation – but she had orchestrated fated encounters before and not all of them were good. Just look at her. A right mad scientist who was enjoying a perfectly wonderful day off on the backs of the suffering of children.

#femslashfeb2019 #writing tag #scytheshipping #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #ema bessho #kyoko taki #baira (vrains)#vyra (vrains)#clarissa turner #emma bessho #this piece probably has tonal dissonance but that's the Intent #clover and violets #femslash

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