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overobsessedfanboy23 · 8 months

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Water’s Gentle Caress

YGO Rarepairs Week Submission

Day 2: Rain, Hurt/Comfort (Started as the first one, ended up being both)

Pairing: Aoi/Miyu/Aqua

Description: Aoi and Aqua help Miyu cope with her fear of thunder.

Word Count: 515

Shutting the door behind them, Aoi heaved a sigh of relief. She and Miyu, with the newly revived Aqua in Miyu’s duel disk, had somehow managed to beat the storm just before it started, taking shelter in their dorm room. Thunder rumbled from outside, making Miyu flinch and squeal in alarm.

“Miyu?” Aqua’s response was immediate: turning to her origin and taking her finger in her tiny hands. “Are you okay?”

Aoi rested her hands on her girlfriend’s shoulders. “Do you want your noise-cancelling headphones?”

Trembling, Miyu took Aoi’s hands and nodded. “Y-yes, please.”

Aoi instantly went to their bedroom, spotting the headphones in their usual spot on the dresser. She headed back to the living room. Miyu was on the couch, her legs pulled into her chest as Aqua stroked her trembling hands. Aoi slid in beside her and placed the headphones on. Miyu’s trembling slowed. Shifting closer, she pressed her cheek against Aoi’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Aoi,” her voice was small.

Aoi nodded, knowing Miyu couldn’t hear her: the only sound she could hear now was the soothing music Aoi had put on for her in the headphones.

“Is she okay?” Aqua asked, turning to Aoi.

She nodded. “She is now.”

Aoi wrapped an arm around Miyu’s shoulder as her gaze shifted to the window. Rain was pouring now. It thumped against the glass and slid down the window in small drops as the occasional bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. Miyu's eyes remained closed, relaxing little by little as she leaned on Aoi.

“Is it the loud noise of the thunder causing her this distress?” Aqua’s voice was small as she held Miyu’s finger.

“The sight of lightning or thunder reminds her of the Lost Incident,” Aoi explained in a low voice.

“O-oh… So… this helps her? Wearing headphones and closing her eyes?”

Aoi nodded.

Aqua brushed her cheek against the back of Miyu’s hand, wrapping her arms around more of her Origin’s fingers.

“I still sense so much distress within her. May I… use my powers to ease her mind?”

Aoi blinked. “Your powers can do that?”

Aqua nodded, meeting Aoi’s gaze with tiny pink eyes. “I can have a slight influence on human emotions if I focus hard enough. I promise I won’t do anything more than relax her.”

“Okay…”

It sounded a bit strange but Aoi saw no reason to distrust the Ignis she’d once fought alongside. Aoi slid her hand onto Aqua’s head. The Water Ignis leaned further into the touch, as she suddenly emitted a small light blue glow: her powers beginning to take effect. The glow swirled like water from Aqua’s body and up Miyu’s arm.

The last of the tension in Miyu’s body washed away with a sigh and she fully leaned into Aoi, her breaths now deep and steady. Aqua pressed her face against Miyu’s finger, as though giving her a kiss. Then released her origin’s finger. Aoi smiled.

“Well…” Aoi stroked the top of Aqua’s head, as though petting a cat. “Whatever you did, it worked.”

Aqua hummed softly at the touch.

#YGOrarepairweek2023 #I dunno am I doing any of this right lol #I found about this event so last minute #I don't know if they have an AO3 collection either so I'm just gonna post these on Tumblr #for now I'll of course be putting them up on AO3 later as well #rainwatershipping #zinniashipping #teardropshipping #...is there no ship name for Miyu x Aqua #dang #I mean I know they never met in canon but dang #water throupple #I never got a chance to write them as a throupple before #so I took this opportunity when I saw the prompts #writing #fanfiction #ygorarepairweek

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merryfortune · 1 year

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Space Oddity in Blue Major

Written for the @femslash-friday-prompts

Prompt: Odd

Title: Space Oddity in Blue Major

Ship: Teardropshipping | Aoi/Aqua

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,419

Tags: Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Inspired by Music, Death, Angst, Ambiguous Ending, Interspecies Relationship, Past/Referenced Aoi/Miyu

Nervously, with soulful, brown eyes which were cautiously bright, Aoi raised her hand and in a quiet voice accompanying this motion, she said, “I’ll do it.”

The argument and baleful chatter ceased all but immediately as all eyes – furious – turned her way but Aoi was unerring. She straightened her back and took heart. Took conviction.

“I volunteer.” Aoi piped up, gravely. “I volunteer to do it.”

“No, you can’t.” one of her crewmates – Hosoda – insisted, his voice sharp and grating. “What about your brother? He would be devastated, let someone-"

“He’ll understand.” Aoi cut in. “It’s one of us or all of us. He will understand. Tell him… I wanted to be an angel. A blue angel. A saviour. He’ll understand.”

Her words were divisive to say the least. Piercing into the minds of her fellow crewmates like incisor teeth into their flesh. She was, admittedly, the one with the most skill with the task at hand. When it came to technology, Aoi wasn’t a born prodigy but she was scrappy. She worked hard, earned her keep and outshone most of the natural talents. She could do these repairs in her sleep and in half the time and oxygen that anyone else on board the rocket ship could.

It also just so happened that Aoi was also the one with the most to lose back on Planet Earth. Worst of all, she was right. One of them could die or all of them could die. The simple trolley problem but this time, the one at the helm was the one who wanted to be tied to the railway tracks.

There was a crackle over the intercom. The staticky noise filled them all with heavy, knotting dread until greetings were made and then all-consuming whomp of guilt in the bottom of their stomachs increased as words rang through, true and clear.

Ground control.

Ground control to Major Zaizen, no less. The permission was granted. They all understood the gravity of the situation. Miss Zaizen most of all as the others slowly, reluctantly accepted the vow that she had made. She would save them at the cost of her own life.

Farewell, Major Zaizen. May your brother’s love be with you.

The decision was made.

She put on her helmet. She strapped an oxygen tank to her back and she looked out onto the final frontier. Her final frontier.

The Planet Earth was blue. Her favourite colour, she mused bittersweet as the enormity of her home planet was just a small dot in the far, far away distance of the galaxy. Aoi stood on the threshold of the quarantined capsule. It was a reinforced glass sphere with a three-hundred-and-sixty degree view of all the skies in the Milky Way. It was beautiful and yet, looking unto the stars, these dying balls of gases, they didn’t look like they had the time cycle before. Or even as they had when she once stood on the soil and grass of Planet Earth.

These stars… They looked so peculiar in hues of blue and silver as Aoi blinked away tears. It really was true. When you were about to die, all your life flashed before your eyes. Staring out and into the vastness of space with her duty so heavy on her shoulders, Aoi felt so peculiar in general as she was made to recall her life so far.

She remembered the faces of her parents, freshly married. She had been so nervous around her step-father but once she warmed up to him, she was a bonafide Daddy’s girl, making her Mummy proud by getting along with the new members of the family.

She remembered the kind face of her brother whom she had just met and all the times they read her favourite book together. Aoi had been a voracious reader and she loved fantasy books above all. Blue Angel was her favourite. She remembered telling the kids in her kindergarten class that one day she was going to be an angel. None of them ever believed her. But look what she was doing now. Tada. Dreams really do come true, even if it is in a twisted way.

Regardless, Aoi’s childhood was something she reflected on with more nostalgia than not. It had been so, so sweet but far too short. Her parents’ lives were taken too soon by an accident and the Zaizen children were forced out of all they had known. Afterwards, her brother, Akira, became like a father to her all the same as he was an older step-brother to her. He shepherded her from place to place, keeping her safe, keeping meals on the table.

She remembered her childhood friend who was with her all the way until high school. Well, on and off all the way through high school. There had been some pretty serious spats in elementary school but it was an entirely different war when they were tweens. Middle school was a battleground for anyone. Least of all for a pair like they were. A quiet nerd and a bombastic airhead. Regardless, Miyu was many of her first. First friend. First kiss. First break-up even though they were never really dating. First make-up and Aoi missed her dearly. She wished they’d had a better goodbye than just fading from each other after graduation.

She remembered university and grad school, too. All the training she had undergone to be in this position at all. Aoi had put her mind and body through the utmost, absolute worst. It had been gruelling but it had been worth it. She was privy to sights and emotions that only a select few - the astronauts, the cosmonauts, the explorers of the stars - could ever know and that helped her.

It distanced itself from her as Aoi found herself in the present once more. Knowing what she must do.

All her life, every second, every minute, every hour: it all culminated like this.

In space.

In becoming a star.

The papers had wanted to know whose designer brands she had worn to fundraising galas and if she would sign these souvenirs… just in case she didn’t make it. Even if she had made it. She was still a woman and she was still an astronaut, a legend in the making and it consoled Aoi to know that what waited her soul, the memory and idea of her, was a medal. She hoped that Akira would cherish it in her place.

There had been highs and there had been lows and now there was this.

Something which was both. And neither. Caught between extremes, just like her fate which was in her own hands.

The quarantine period was over. Hosoda and the others were fine with letting Aoi disembark and unto her doom. It was the most agonising and quiet fifteen minutes of Aoi’s life but when she disembarked, the roar of serenity in her ears, the droning of her blood, was unfathomable. She knew what she had to do. She could do it with her eyes closed, she could do it in her sleep, and she absolutely could do it as the very last thing she ever did.

And it really would be the last thing she did.

Aoi made the external repairs with all the mindfulness of a professional. Not a bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face but a sigh of contentment did escape her lips when she finished. With plenty of time to spare, she noticed when she checked the gauge on her oxygen tank.

“Hosoda,” she said into her intercom, “I’ve finished. You’ve got a couple minutes tops to make your getaway and go back home.”

There was a moment and Aoi felt her stomach drop. The pause was a few seconds long but filled with static until a clear cut voice came through on the line.

“Roger.” Hosoda replied. “And Zaizen?”

“Yes?” Aoi said, worried this was wasting time but she could tear the tears in her captain’s voice.

“My wife will thank you. You’ve really made the grade. We all thank you. Good night, Blue Angel.” Hosoda said and Aoi began to cry.

She let go of the capsule.

It was an easy decision, Aoi made as she let go of the side of the rocket and then undid the belt that kept her tethered. She relaxed as she allowed the sensation of floating overtake all her senses. The sphere may have given her so much more vision than what she could make out through her helmet but the stars around her were still beautiful, still peculiar but even better was the sight of her comrade’s survival.

The rocket took off. The boosters sputtered and there was just enough distance that Aoi could comfortably observe that she wasn’t in the danger zone despite how smoke plumed around this little piece of the vacuum of space.

It was either burn to death or freeze to death. Caught between two extremes didn’t suit a watery girl like Aoi but if since she had her choice, she wanted to go peacefully into the cold, dark abyss of space.

Aoi watched as the rocket’s boosters, now fully functional again because of her sacrifice, lit up like fireworks. For a second, watching those flames and those sparks, the embers that scattered, the tears that Aoi cried her happy tears. However, such joy dissipated even quicker than the fanfare that allowed the drifting, tin can that was once a tomb became a spaceship again.

She smiled, bittersweet, as she listened into conversations she had been purposefully excluded from. They applauded her. They thanked her. Until the range was cut and it was so, so cold. So lonely. Their gratitude was just gratitude. Nothing that Aoi could hold onto, not physically, as she allowed her eyes to close.

As she allowed herself to sleep.

There was no use delaying it. No use fighting it. She just had to bide her time until the cold took her and until her oxygen tank was empty.

She drifted. She floated.

She drifted and she floated for what felt like aeons. For lightyears, even.

Until her lips were blue, until her fingertips were blue.

Aoi was helpless as these feelings turned to literal frost inside of her. She was helpless but she didn’t mind it. It wasn’t the worst thing. There had been times as a child when she had starved, this was no worse than that. This was even softer. She accepted her grisly end. Forever lost but at least she was asleep.

Sleeping. Until she bumped into something.

“Huh?” Aoi managed to eek out some sort of noise from her mouth.

For so long, there had been nothing and to be reminded of something, Aoi felt muddled. It wasn’t hard, like a rock, nor was it soft like flesh. It was more… buoyant than that, she bounced slightly off this structure and she knew she had to get a look. She had to know more.

It was her sick and last, dying curiosity.

Aoi struggled for a moment before she finally batted ice off her stiff eyelashes as she tried to open her eyes, too. There was something strange. She had been in this fugue state of hypothermia for so long that to feel anything else was jarring. Discordant. Aoi moved her head just slightly and she could feel the ice and tear rip her suit as she tried to do so. That would only hasten her death, surely, but she saw the most peculiar thing.

The oddest thing: an octopus.

An octopus in the shape of a neuron like the ones she had in her very brain as her grey matter turned blue.

“I’m so sorry, child of the planet Earth.”

The octopus spoke and had a soothing voice. Feminine, she sounded, the tones of her voice accompanied by the trickling of water, like a gentle delta welcome to play in during summer.

Aoi couldn’t believe her eyes. It was only logical to believe that there was life in outer space but she hadn’t expected intelligent life. She thought of germs and plants, not… an angelic octopi.

The octopus-like alien dipped her head low, Aoi felt the bubble of her halo, like two pigtails, bump against her and her tentacles - six of them - coiled around Aoi’s body in an embrace. She nuzzled against the sphere of Aoi’s helmet and there was such pity to the glow of her one, big pink eye in the middle of her head. It reminded Aoi of the cherry blossom moon when it was at crescent.

“Don’t be… sorry…” Aoi continued to eek out. “I chose this.” Her breathing was haggard. It was hard to breathe. She must be - no, she had to be - out of oxygen by this point. Her vision was blurring but it just turned to hazy pinks and cyans, the entirety of the alien whose embrace she had found herself in. Aoi smiled. She couldn’t believe it but she was smiling as she, in turn, assuaged the anxiety of the alien. “I chose this. I wanted to be… among the angels and now… I am.”

That only appeared to break the alien’s heart. She held onto Aoi tighter and Aoi tried her very best to reciprocate. It was difficult. It was stiff but she managed to bend her arm upwards so she could try to caress the side of the alien’s face. Regardless, she was comfortable in the embrace and the surrender.

“Well…” the alien murmured. “You are safe now. You are amongst higher beings, human.”

“Thank you.” Aoi said and she closed her eyes again, feeling depleted and exhausted by all she had to muster just for a few words or to keep her eyes open.

She was so tired. She was so sleepy. Aoi wasn’t sure if this was a delusion, her sanity fraying at the edge as she teetered between life and death before she finally succumbed or if this really was an encounter of the third time. Though, she did feel safe with this alien.

She may very well wake up afterwards.

She may not.

All Aoi knew for certain was that she had done it. She had achieved her dream of being an astronaut, of being a blue angel, to have swam and to have flown in the heavens. Now, she was in the hands - no, she was in the arms, no, the limbs, no, to be more anatomically correct, the tentacles - an actual alien.

(An angel.)

#femslash #femslash friday #femslash fridays prompts #yugioh vrains #vrains #teardropshipping #yugioh #aoi zaizen #zaizen aoi #aqua (vrains)#writing tag #space oddity in blue major #only time will tell if i ever write an aoi one shot that doesn't have the word blue in the freaking title #that is why i didn't pick an aoi ship for the blue prompt in the 100//ships challenge

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incorrect-vrains-quotes · 5 years

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Blue Maiden: If you don't kiss your Ignis on their soft little forehead, what the fuck are you even doing?

Playmaker: Yelling at him for trying to eat people.

#blue maiden (vrains)#playmaker (vrains)#incorrect vrains quotes #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #source: tumblr #mod playmaker original™#ship related #teardropshipping #aiballshipping #mod playmaker: idk if this is shippy or not; i just wanna use those tags #100

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chancellorxofxtrash · 4 years

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Maiden’s Voyage

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS Pairing: Aqua/Aoi Zaizen/Sugisaki Miyu

There were many beings out there, beings who could use your name as a weapon against you. Something to hold power over you. So people would call her Blue Angel.

There were many secrets inside the Royal Court, and in the Cyberse Court - and two fateful encounters lead her to seek out a third one, leading her on a voyage of which there might be no returning from. Of course, she might not even want to.

Part of the Tales from the Cyberse Court series, but readable on its own

Written for @vrainsrarepairweeks Day 4: Something Blue

Read on AO3

#ygo vrains #vrainsrarepairs2019 #teardropshipping #zinniashipping

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authoratmidnight · 5 years

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94 with teardropshipping/aqua x aoi please?

94. “I had a bad dream again.”

Aoi awoke with a start, a cry catching in her throat. She gripped the blanket tightly, tiny tears clinging to the corner of her eyes.

“Aoi? Is everything alright?” Aqua’s voice sounded softly in the dark, the screen of Aoi’s duel disk glowing from the table beside her.

“Just, just a bad dream,” she said, rolling onto her side and pulling the blanket tight around herself. “Again.”

There was a soft sound like rippling water and Aoi felt something alight gently on her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly to see Aqua sitting on her shoulder.

“It was about Miyu wasn’t it?”

She opened her mouth to ask how Aqua knew but stopped, of course she would know, she could practically read minds.

“I know you said wanted to thank me, to see me again, but I keep thinking about all the ways it could go wrong. What if she ends up mad at me, or doesn’t want to be my friend again, what if she ends up hating me? I want to see Miyu-chan again, but I’m scared.”

Aqua leaned over and gently stroked her hair, tiny hand moving in a smoothing motion. “I promise Aoi, Miyu wants to see you again too. I promise it’ll be alright.”

Aoi closed her eyes, listening to Aqua’s reassuring voice as she drifted off to sleep.

‘I know she’ll like you Aoi. After all, I like you.’

#teardropshipping #I TRIED OTL #prompt meme #bb fics #im sorry it's so short #aisaki-emiru

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vrains-shiplist · 5 years

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I would like to propose Teadrdropshipping for Aoi/Aqua. This is because both characters have tear drop motifs as part of their design; Aqua's pigtails/markings and Aoi bears a teardrop on her cheek as part of her Blue Maiden design. Proof of ship can be found on my personal blog (aisaki-emiru) but I run incorrect-vrains-quotes so it's my fic: post / 181090647025 / aoiaqua

Accepted! Teardropshipping will be added to the suggestions.

Suggestions for Aoi x Aqua close in a week on Sunday, December 23rd.

- Mod Kisara

#shiplist suggestions #mod kisara #aisaki-emiru

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merryfortune · 1 year

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My video piece for the ygo rare pair mini bang!! I think the video is a bit rough but I did my best and think it shows I have potential, personally. Will add Ely’s fic when its posted 💙

#ygorarepairsminibang23 #femslash #teardropshipping #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #aoi zaizen #zaizen aoi #aqua (vrains)#merry makes stuff #art tag #video #live2d cubism #medibang paint pro

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merryfortune · 2 months

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Teardropshipping

makes sense, does compel me

#THEM #Asks #anonymous #the four types of ships asks

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merryfortune · 4 years

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Day 14 / Innate

Ship: Teardropshipping | Aoi/Aqua

Universe: Vrains

Word Count: 897

Rating: G

Tags: Canon Compliant, Introspective Fic, Light Angst

Aqua was taught to love, to know what love is, before she was taught anything else about herself or about her surroundings or the connection to that girl. Those girls.

Love. Defined most frequently as an intense feeling of deep affection, Aqua was inclined to agree. She saw love as intensity; intense as electric shocks and hunger, as getting up again when you couldn’t stand. It was about doing something - crusading - in the name of another. No matter how unrequited or unknown. Love was resilience and it was all powerful, it could be the difference between surviving and thriving.

And so, Aqua was taught to love because there was no force stronger than love. It drove all desire, no matter how base, like a love of food, to desires which were honourable; like the desire to make amends, to tell the truth.

It was through love that Aqua was given her special gift as an Ignis and she would cherish it because that’s what Miyu, that girl, would want because all she wanted was to love Aoi. This love, this friendship, this childhood infatuation, that is what little blue Ignises of boundless water were made of. It was what attracted the other Ignis to her, as well. They could tell she had something special, some sort of stardust in her soul, which differentiated her from they; the masculine.

When that time came, Aqua would truly come to know love.

When she glimpsed the determination in those blue eyes and when she saw the true soul beneath the glamour. Tomboyish and tenacious. She saw her. That girl. The girl who had always been out of Miyu’s reach and ergo, her own. The reason for her very being. The girl who embodied love, friendship, truth: all those things which had been the very reason that Miyu had duelled turning into the very reason that Aqua could be Aqua at all.

She had thought, if such a capricious, even fictitious, day would come, it would be somewhat different. Maybe peaceful, maybe doll-like, maybe with Miyu. Maybe not at all. And she would have thought that the only reason that she would feel any connection or kinship with this girl would be because it had not been willed, it had been programmed without any consent or input on her own part because it was the very fabric of her soul and body.

Aqua was wrong.

Her coding was wrong.

No. That was incorrect. Her head hurt when she tried to push that boundary inside of her software. Her perception of her coding was wrong. It was without consent because it was destiny, a humanlike destiny if their myths were to be believed, to love this specific human being. She had been given the script, but it had come without annotations and specifications to explain the emotion and humanity behind such precise lines, like knowing what love was objectively defined as. Not felt as, subjectively.

And so, Aqua almost instantly fell in love with the Zaizen Aoi in front of her. Those mere microseconds were enough for Aqua to run all the simulations she needed to know that, this was equivalent of a beating, human heart skipping a beat and experiencing infatuation and more. Best of all, it was all by her own volition.

That is what impressed her most about her feelings. She often felt caged by others, even literally at times, because she was given roles and responsibilities but even outside of that, Aqua was still alive. She still had free will and in it, amongst all those beautiful and ugly possibilities of life, with all its sprawling and infinite outcomes, she was free to want Aoi in many different ways. All of this was innate to her, so preciously so in its mathematical and chaotic preciseness.

To want her hand, to be touched tenderly by them, consoled. To want her love and her partnership. Be it within duelling or outside of it and no one could call Aqua wrong for it because there was imperfection. There was only imperfection.

Aqua could barely believe it but she knew she could, she had to, because it was true. Not even she could escape her own gift; her own perceptions. She was bound inside the coding and programming which dictated that she could not lie. Though, she could discolour it, slightly, if information had not been sufficiently provided.

When she saw that girl, she understood her own intensities in her own soul. She was not some extension of a human being. She was her own being. An Ignis. And she knew love for she was made of it. Her circuits sparked softly when she explained her plight and her history to this girl. Her soul ached when she saw the girl beneath the electronic illusions mourn and grieve, wondering if she could have prevented it, had she been truthful.

Aqua didn’t know. Her existence was inevitable, she saw. Humans “liked” progress, after all. They “liked” to play god. Therefore, the Ignis would have always come to exist and that likely meant that even if Miyu had been saved, another child would have been taken in her place. A child who was just as likely to have been Aoi as anyone else so unfortunate. Or at least that is what Aqua’s own self was permitted to believe without error or detriment.

#writing tag #femslash february #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #aoi zaizen #zaizen aoi #aqua (vrains)#teardropshipping #clover and violets #clover and violets 2020 #i almost abandoned this ficlet lol but i gave it a second shot so i might try and rez some more from my scrapyard lol

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merryfortune · 5 years

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Day 4 – Water / Connection

Ship: Aoi/Aqua/Miyu

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe – Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Angst With A Happy Ending, Prose, Introspective Fic

The first thing the Water Ignis became aware of upon becoming lucid, sentient, was that girl’s smile.

Her Origin adored this girl. Shy, clumsy, hiding behind her fringe and this massive dolly that she carried around – a dolly Aqua would later have been taught by her Miyu, her host, as being Evilswarm Mandragora. It was an Earth attribute monster so the Water Ignis wasn’t overly familiar with it by virtue of being the Ignis of the Water attribute, and by virtue of having been born from duelling using cards exclusive to her preordained attribute. However, it was the principal of it, what it symbolised not only to herself, but to her Miyu as well. Thus, the Water Ignis held a fondness for it and the rest of its elemental classification regardless. Still, the Water Ignis enjoyed the visage of the little girl clutching onto it as Miyu read the card description for it over and over again. It was a precious memory which the Water Ignis clung to as she tried to understand this world which she had been brought into and her Miyu had been taken away from.

Even as a child, a six-year old, Miyu had a grand interest in duelling and she had a fantastic aptitude for it. The Water Ignis could not have been prouder of this girl whom she was so intimately connected to as Ignis and originator. And whilst it may have been a serene image of a smile, a raucous and joyous moment of fun stolen in time, was what the Water Ignis awakened to when she became sentient inside of her tank, as studied and probed by the scientists who had orchestrated her existence and reason for her existence, the Water Ignis knew that her child, her Miyu, was exceptionally strong despite her position. The Water Ignis was keenly aware, from the moment her twinkling eyes opened, and her fingers could move through the fluid which she was kept in a prismatic, glassy stasis within, she knew the cruelty of the situation.

Her birth, her awareness, her entire existence was brought upon by the suffering of that girl, her Miyu whom she knew simultaneously everything and nothing about. Occasionally, the Water Ignis would get a glimpse of what Miyu thought or felt and that would strengthen her. It would give her body more stillness and it would give her mind more clarity but all it did was make her want to weep.

The Water Ignis did not believe that she had a right to exist if her existence was suffering. Day in, day out: electrocution, hunger, exhaustion, squalor, deprivation, isolation – the list of sins inspired by this experiment grew longer and longer.

But there came a day. Another moment in which Miyu was thrown against the wall in shock and it made the Water Ignis shudder. Another loss, another ring of electrocution and another meal which was nothing but rice and the thinnest juice available in a cardboard box. But, the Water Ignis was rewarded because of how Miyu devoured that meal and stood up, aiming once more for freedom and for cake and for something which would quell the raging fear like a storm in her heart and mind because she wanted to see her Mama and Papa again.

She wanted to see Aoi again. That little girl with the pigtails and the Mandragora plushie who drew angels in the dirt. The Water Ignis could feel it. Feel it in her soul. Miyu poured her heart and soul into the Water Ignis and the Water Ignis desired very desperately to refill and replenish all which her host gave her.

And that desire, that spark, that little moment as Miyu gallantly duelled once more with an Aquaactress deck which had a severe disadvantage against the playing style of her AI foe. As Miyu stared at her hand like a foot, the Water Ignis could sense what was spurring her onwards as she tried to find some winning combination amongst these cards which were jarring and didn’t seem to fit together as ideally as anyone would like.

It was true that yes, Miyu would like to have a big slice of cake topped with strawberries and vanilla ice-cream, or that she would like to take big, gulping breaths of fresh air or to go longer than ten minutes without being electrocuted, but there was something which, for her, transcended all those things and that motivation was what became the core of the Water Ignis’ very being.

She wanted to apologise. She wanted to tell the truth. She wanted to protect the smile of the girl reduced to sobbing when her mother, with a grip like an iron vice on her wrist, dragged her away from this precious friend. Something which sickened the Water Ignis immensely because of how she studied this familial and platonic interaction: it was all she knew, for now, as taught by this hurting child.

It was little reprieve when the day they separated finally happened. The Water Ignis was going to miss her little girl but her little smile was too precious, too dear, so she would forsake it. She would flee with her kin and they would hide away from the world until it was smashed to smithereens.

From there, the Water Ignis sat in the grass and she sat in the bronze. She was given a name by her dearest companion yet she still, inwardly, sought to the smile which was not his and when his own demise came to pass, Aqua knew what she had to do in his stead as she knew the truth. She always did. His Origin was not so kind, and her Origin was not so wakeful, but coincidences bisected perfectly and Aqua found her. The girl whom the very smile from which she was conceived came into her life; glittering and blue. Aqua could see it beneath that digital disguise: the girl who still hid behind her brunette bangs.

She sat in linen. Aoi’s sheets were soft and her room was playful. It was exactly the sort of room that Aqua thought a girl child would have. It was pink and pastel with dolls in the corners. It made her nostalgic for daydreams of things which, in hindsight, perhaps could have come to pass but in foresight, would have changed things far too drastically. This was the best course of action: a partnership with the girl of blue. Blue Angel; Blue Girl’ Blue Maiden – the fairy tales and stories of triumph that Aoi and Miyu had shared amongst each other, dear and precious memories which had contributed to how Aqua was created from her Origin.

And later, with much regret, Aqua sat through her demise. It was a lonely stasis, one which she couldn’t breach by herself; she had to rely on Ai and the guilt which he was riddled with. Aqua regrets that very much; her kindness had its limits and he was untouchable, it all but seemed. So, she spent of her time, biding, waiting patiently for the opportunity in which she would return from whence she had come. Not darkness, not liquid, but to her.

Her Miyu.

And her Aoi.

That wonderful day came most fabulously after a long and harrowing ten years.

A lot had happened. No longer was Miyu’s hair tied up in a gallant set of twin pigtails and no longer was Aoi terrified so easily and no longer was the Water Ignis simply the Water Ignis. She was no longer tiny, tiny enough to fit in the palm of Miyu’s hand; she now had a humanlike body save for the diamond notch on her neck which marked her as a SOLtis droid; a cyan-lit notch she wore with pride because she wanted to honour how accessible the world had become thanks to human innovation. And ultimately, it didn’t matter. No matter her body, her story and her goals and her ambitions and her rational thinking would remain unchanging despite the fluidity of her element.

She was Aqua: partner to Blue Maiden, Ignis to Sugisaki Miyu, and lover to them both.

She was delighted to be part of their life. Though, it felt awkward being somewhat taller than them both, but she slotted in between them quite naturally. Their connection was something precious to her and she was their precious connection to each other, as well: past and present, knowingly and unknowingly. The little creature born from their love, in a metallic body, holding their hands and joining them in moving forward and smiling. Beaming. Grinning.

In her absence, they had found each other and that brought Aqua a joy the likes of which she couldn’t describe and would forever cherish. Whilst a part of her, hopeful and idealistic, would have loved to have been in that fragrant hospital room with them when they had reunited, she was glad that she wasn’t. There was a symbolism to it and Aqua could be happy with that neatness: that pattern and meaning that she saw, personally, amid the entropy of reality and how victories are never flawless just as losses are never hopeless. Just as Miyu did not know she was there; she did not know that Miyu was there this second time around when light finally pierced the darkness and darkness pierced the light. So, to hear of the smiles and laughter and the embraces that they had with one another after her demise and in the wake of the incident with Lightning was something special to Aqua.

Her moment in which she found life in her existence, still and static and closed off from not only the world but from her Origin as well, was when Miyu had thought of her dearest friend’s smile. And so, it felt like a closed connection to Aqua. She had returned from whence she had come but this time, on her own terms. With her head up and her shoulders back, Aqua was ready.

She wanted to be the dolly that they shared amongst themselves, but she chastised herself for that; they weren’t children anymore, they were fine young adults, so she had to find her own maturation as well. It was likely too late to indulge such childish fantasies of playing with them like she had daydreamed so long ago, amid whistling Datastorms and rippling, green grass, when everything seemed hopeful and soft after the completion of the Cyberse World.

But her girls laughed, in good nature, at her laments and Aqua flushed, embarrassed. With an elegant body like hers and a face so pretty, Aqua could still be their dolly. She could hold onto their soft, human hands and she could be reason for their smiles, not their tears, and they could stride forward, into a shining new tomorrow held upon their own strengths and joys.

#cyberselove2019 #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #aqua (vrains)#aoi zaizen #zaizen aoi #miyu sugisaki #sugisaki miyu #zinniashipping #teardropshipping #there's no tag for this ship but both are relevant #writing tag #femslash #i tried to write this as inspired by the fact its world smile day today

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Teardropshipping - Partnership

Aqua does not regret teaming up with Aoi as she did. Admittedly, Aqua is uncertain as to what she would do if she could do it all again or if she could peek into the future through simulations like Ai and Lightning had but she is incredibly certain that meeting Aoi was not only her fate, but an important aspect of it

Aoi cherishes the memories that she has of Aqua. They may have been partners for a short while but she really treasures those dear moments outside of battle especially. Aoi tried to show Aqua as much of the human world as she could, beneath the noses of the boys (Playmaker, Soulburner) as well as the adults in her life, (Akira, Ema)

Aqua was incredibly hesitant, however, when giving Aoi the Marincess Cards. She was worried that she was taking a core part of Aoi’s identity away when Aoi retired her Trickstar deck but Aoi assured her that she very much wanted these cards because she wanted to honour Aqua, Miyu, the Cyberse World and the Incident

- Mod Playmaker

#mod stuff #not a quote #vrains headcanon #teardropshipping #....this is all on the topic that i have sorry ;w;#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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merryfortune · 5 years

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sometimes a relationship is two childhood friends and a big funky tentacle monster

#yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #aoi zaizen #zaizen aoi #skye zaizen #miyu sugisaki #sugisaki miyu #miyu (vrains)#aqua (vrains)#teardropshipping #zinniashipping #aoi x aqua x miyu #y'all.... i don't think aqua's tentacle form will ever get debuted because whenever i tried to draw her tail... it felt VERY yonic #also i gave miyu a teruterubozu hair charm because i think that would be cute #and i would die for all girls school miyu....#also i think she should have a side ponytail #art tag #rainwatershipping

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Day 12 - Balloons

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Ship: Aoi/Aqua (mentioned Aqua/Earth)

Warnings: discussion of major character death (Earth), discussion of the Lost Incident

Word Count: 1.1k

Aoi curled up on her bed, hugging her knees beneath her chin as she stared curiously at her Duel Disc. It was possessed – or maybe more accurately, being inhabited by – an Ignis and an Ignis was alive. She thinks. They possessed unique memories and personalities; had goals and ambitions. They felt pain and they could cry out for their loved ones when they were in pain. But she still don’t know if they were alive like humans or if they were alive like animals or if there was a difference at all. Aoi wasn’t very philosophical so now might be a good time to learn.

“Aqua,” she said, “can we talk?”

Aqua rose out of the Duel Disc. “What do you want to know?” she asked.

“Are you alive? Was that brown Ignis alive too?” she asked.

“Yes. We’re alive. But Earth… I don’t believe he is alive. Not anymore.” Aqua replied.

“I’m sorry.” Aoi murmured, she glanced away. “Were you two close?”

“Very.” Aqua replied.

“I’m sorry.” Aoi murmured again.

“Is this all? I sense that you have more questions.” Aqua said.

Aoi nodded. “I have a lot of questions.”

“We have time.” Aqua replied; all but smiling but there was a damply cheerful look in her eyes.

“I want to know more about what it means to be an Ignis. You were born…” Aoi’s imagination flashed to what she knew of Playmaker’s background and then again to what she had been shown of Miyu’s time in the Incident and her mind even concocted events for Soulburner, too. “You were born of suffering, do you like have memories of that? What do you recall of the Incident?”

“I recall a boy.” Aqua confessed. “He would visit us once in a while. Dr Kogami’s son. But mostly, it was him and his assistants. And I remember Miyu, of course. But if you are asking if I felt what she felt during the Incident, no, I’m afraid not.” Aqua shook her head.

“What about, like, what do you feel? What can you feel? Taste? Smell? Hear? That sort of thing.” Aoi asked.

Aqua tapped her cheek, she blinked slowly. “I would imagine my sensory inputs are no different to yours, Aoi.”

“May I touch you?” Aoi asked.

“You may.” Aqua replied.

Aoi dropped her guard and she came closer to Aqua. Aqua obediently waited to be petted and Aoi touched her forehead. She was soft, filmy, and sort of like silicon. Vaguely moist, too. Aoi stroked her and was pleasantly surprised to learn that Aqua was rather pleasant to interact with.

“You’re very warm, Aoi. It feels different to when Earth would touch me.” Aqua replied and there was a mournful wobble in her voice.

“I’m so sorry.” Aoi said, again, for the third time.

“We’ll get him back, that’s what Ai and Flame want to believe.” Aqua said.

“And speaking of those two…” Aoi piped up as she ceased petting Aqua. “When Spectre infected me with that computer virus, I remember Ai biting me, but he didn’t do it like he normally appears. It was like… he became a monster, if that makes any sense.”

Aqua nodded. “It does. We Ignis have three forms: pure prismatic data, this form, and our abomination form.”

“Abomination form?” exclaimed Aoi, her pale brown eyes widening.

“I swear it isn’t as alarming as it sounds.” Aqua said. Then, shyly, she added: “Would you like me to show you?”

Aoi swallowed. “Yes, please.”

Aqua’s shoulders raised and then drooped. It was like she had taken a breath and in it, her body ballooned. She gained mass and grew and grew before not quite popping. It was more like her body had loosened, for lack of a better word. It thinned out, exhausting the prior income of breath and energy, and became stringy and she transformed; the data compiling her was completely reconfigured and became entirely different. Before, she was person-like and now, she was like some sort of cell structure, like grey matter. Her body remained the same colours; the same sky blue, almost cyan, and the same navy pattern but her features had shifted incredibly.

Her facial pattern had shifted to her belly, becoming something of a mimic face which would scare of predators should it be worn by butterflies or similar. And her new head remained spiked like a plump raindrop and decorated still with her hovering pigtails. However, her two eyes had morphed and become one. The pink glow she possessed had weakened and become a more traditional sclera. And beneath her sole eye, she now had a mouth which was wide and starving-looking, deep and hungry.

Then there were her arms which unfurled almost like sails on a ship. She had lost her legs and they had become a trailing tail, anchoring her to Aoi’s Duel Disc but almost in fair trade, she had gained new arms. Though, more aptly, they were broadly paddled tentacles which she raised as she came to her new form, solidifying it.

Aoi looked up at her. She was huge. She had been so sweetly tiny before and now, she truly was a monster before Aoi. An abomination despite those dulcet eyes promising kindness and gentleness. Aoi licked her lips and she felt her hands shake. Her heart thumped in her chest and she shifted as she sat. A weird, jolting wetness between her legs.

“Do I scare you, Aoi?” Aqua asked; worry saturated her voice.

Aoi sat up and she reached out to Aqua. Aqua’s head nuzzled against Aoi’s hands. Aoi traced the rim of her mouth.

“No, not at all.” Aoi replied.

Then, boldly, she kissed Aqua’s mouth. Aqua did not kiss back but she did permit despite stiffening at Aoi’s soft touches. Aoi closed her eyes and she tried to work out what Aqua felt like; what she tasted like; what she smelt like. And all those things she tried to understand seemed to escape her further.

However, once satisfied with what she could grapple with, Aoi retreated. She felt a faint, wet tingle on her lips as she wiped her mouth. Aqua was soft. Inordinately soft and rubbery and yet, there was a tainted sweetness to her, wet and slippery but Aoi didn’t mind. She had liked it.

Aqua reverted to her smaller form. “I don’t know if this indicative of other feelings you may have, Aoi, but my heart is still recovering from Earth’s loss, please respect that.” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry.” Aoi said for the fourth, and hopefully final, time. “It was stupid. I was curious.”

#teardropshipping #femslashfeb2019 #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #aqua (vrains)#aoi zaizen #writing tag #there's a line in here i may or may not regret writing #but like sixteen year old girls are not exempt from having arousal responses to things #signed someone who was one a sixteen year old girl #also the prompt ties in very vaguely #through like abstract thought #femslash #clover and violets

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