#moonblossomshipping

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I don't know if it'd be up your alley but for the yugioh lesbians prompt, Ruri/Serena with optional 闇落ち/Academia Ruri because that shit makes the hamster in my brain go circles

thank you for this my brain completely and utterly ran away with it and went like full au mode so. cough

my interpretation of this is when ruri is kidnapped she is brainwashed into being an academia solider, forgetting her previous life though naturally she's not allowed out like serena so she gets very attached to her.

ruri doesn't mind it nearly as much, she has more faith in what leo says and lacks the level of pride in duelling that makes her want to show off so she simply finds most her enjoyment in being alone with serena.

serena has no idea how to really handle ruri's company or how to feel about it because she's never had someone with an unabashed genuine interest in her and being a friend to her rather than like... a bodyguard or something so she has a tendency to push ruri away, but ruri is perceptive enough to tell she sort of likes the attention, she feels hurt sometimes but it just motivates her to try to be closer and understand serena better.

ruri being as social as she is, when the others like sora and dennis are present she tags along with them as much as she's able so she gets like stories of what they did while deployed out and such.

given the way her morals are kind of absent since her brain is 100% academia propaganda with the brainwashing, evidently she absorbs a little of a sadistic streak from them so she's a bit Weird. being like innately a gentle polite sweetheart but also "omg I hoped you made him beg and grovel to be spared and watched all hope drain from his eyes as he realized you wouldn’t"

once plot happens and serena goes off on her own and defects, still at academia, ruri (after being in shambles from the news for a while) is like "I have to kill this motherfucker" and so escapes solo JUST to hunt serena down. turns into a toxic yandere yuri thing. because of course it does. I could go on.

[entamewitchlulu]

here's the only oneshot i mentioned. this one's a Ruri/Selena one and it's Angsty(tm)

[purpleleafsyt]

Serena for the character asks, please and thank you!

General Opinion/How much I care about them:

SERENA!! I adore her. I love her strong personality, her deck, her design, her character arcs, her origin at Academia, etc. I think she's one of the most interesting characters in arcv, especially during her introduction and in season 2

A ship I love:

A strange pick here, but Moonblossomshipping(Serena/Ruri!) I have a tendency to get attached to yugioh women, and I really enjoy sapphic ships. I think exploring their possible dynamic can be fun. Also them working through their trauma together is also interesting to me.

However I don't want to delve too closely into how I envision their dynamic because it's heavy on the headcanons, especially for Ruri, and it's not to everyone's taste

I also really like the concept of Moonfragrance(Serena/Asuka) Two strong defects of Academia, they have a dancing and figure skating decks respectively, etc. I think Serena crushing on her is hilarious.

(Can you tell I also have a tendency to enjoy rarepairs?)

A non-romantic relationship I love:

Platonic relationships are just as important as romantic ones!! I love her dynamics with the Lancers so much. I love the general dynamic of them, and I wish we got to see more of them in canon before Plot Happenings began.

Also I hold her and Reira's friendship close to my heart. They're such siblings to me, wish we got to see more of them specifically too

NOTP:

I don't usually like to say what my notps are publicly, because I usually don't like to be negative about things that a lot of people like. I do have a couple Serena ships blacklisted for my own comfort though

Biggest headcanon about them:

She really, really likes space and likes to study the stars in her free time.

I think if she could've gone to Yuya's house she would love all the animals there, especially Core

In a timeline where the counterparts don't fuse, I like to think she would attend the You Show duel school to become a dueltainer :D

An idea for a fanfiction I'd like write/read about them:

A canon divergent AU where Serena goes to the xyz's dimension with Shun, Yuya/Yuto, Gongenzaka, and Sawatari. We're first introduced to Serena trying to prove herself to Leo, and then trying to get answers about what was actually happening to people. She genuinely didn't know the atrocious Academia was committing and once she was convinced she defected to become a Lancer.

I wanted her to see the destruction, the misery, the genocide of the xyz's dimension, for herself. Because I think that could've started some genuinely interesting character interactions.

I kiiinda have plans to write this? We'll have to see if me and my writing partner can even get there

Something that makes me think about them:

Kinda basic but Moons and Cats!!

[primarinite]

follow up to the moonblossomshipping in this post

[heroine2020]

Serena and Ruri

https://twitter.com/ruripeach/status/1495710829853184000

[merryfortune]

combing through my C&V stuff and I found a not quite drabble (103 words) about Moonblossomshipping which I think works well by itself

   Ruri made Serena feel small.

   Not small as in tiny but small as in vulnerable.

   Serena didn’t know how to verbalise it but if she tried, she would say that Ruri had a gentle presence. A soft smile; kind eyes; hands easy to hold. She always spoke in soothing tones that were healing in of themselves. She was slow to anger but her anger.  It was righteously bright. Serena adored it.

   Hence why Ruri made Serena feel small. What was a sprawling city compared to a self-contained island? What was the existence of the invaded compared to the existence of the propagandized pampered? 

[oddeyesarcpendulumdragon]

Femslash February Day 1: Rainbow

hell yea it’s femslash time!!!

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For You, I Will Give Up My Wings [Whumptober 2019 - Day 17: “Stay With Me”]

Summary: Once upon a time were an angel and a mortal who wished nothing but to stay together despite the forbidden nature of their relationship.

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V (mythology/angel AU) Ship: Moonblossom (Serena/Ruri)

Wordcount: 2.271 words

Content Warnings: Light religious theming (blasphemy, sin, angels, albeit not used in a Christian context). Secondary character death.

Notes: Another mythology-esque AU for this prompt, this time with Moonblossom and angels. I may not look like it because my Arc-V OTP is Peregrine, but I'm a sucker for Moonblossom's aesthetic, and I felt dirty writing a fic inspired by "Alluring Secret ~ Black Vow" (and its companion song White Vow) for an F/M ship. Again, this isn't whump and more like a story with some whumpy elements, but at this point who cares. Also, my apologies for the abrupt ending to it, I really wanted to finish it by tonight.

Oh, also: an important character in the show dies in this story. I haven't put the "Major Charcter Death" alert on "This Is Gonna Hurt" for this because they're a minor, nameless character in this, but in case you don't wanna read that... Here's your chance to look away. 

Event hosted by @whumptober2019

AO3 version available here.

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Would an angel sell their soul to the devil in the name of love?

This was a question as old as time, she realized, as she stared at her own white wings full of feathers. She had heard of fallen angels before, of former comrades that had betrayed their kind’s guidelines to live with a mortal or, in the worst rumours, a demon. They had various names: the black-winged, the banished, the betrayers, the traitors, the fallen, the forgotten. All in all, they all had a common point: they were angels whose identity had been erased by the term, punished for their crimes by getting lost in the sands of times and fading memories.

For a long time, the Angel of the Moon, Selena assumed she was over asking herself that question. She was an exemplary angel amongst her peers, only doing what was right and what was allowed. She used her powers for the greater good and nothing else, defending the right, condemning the wrong, never stepping out of her zone. She had been promoted as an archangel as the result of her hard work, presented as an example for all other angels to follow. Her footsteps had been blessed by the gods, her halo shone brighter than most, a statue had been erected in her name in the place she assured the peace of minds and hearts of, Cordelia.

However, things changed on one fateful day.

 The Moon was lighting the territory of Cordelia in its cold, benevolent light. Not a word was to be heard in the peaceful streets of the city, the inhabitants either already asleep or taking care of the last tasks of the day: ends of dinners, children’s bedtime stories, the last words of a letter. The windows shut down one after the other, the walls losing colours, dark blues winning over yellows and whites.

In the dark of the night was Selena, Archangel of the Moon, flying around, ensuring the tranquillity of the city. This was a mere duty to her: she had never had to enforce anything before, merely making sure nobody was stepping out of line. Crime was absent from the streets, even when the sun had set down, because her watchful eyes were always there. She was but a well-meaning agent of peace and order, an agent sent by the gods to ensure serenity in the mortal minds they had given life to thousands and thousands of years before.

 However, and despite her best judgement, there were citizens she preferred watching over than others. One of them was a young girl trying to live by with her older brother. Her flower shop was one of the places Selena liked the most watching over during daytime, amazed by her talent at growing flowers and her crystalline voice who sang like the most beautiful of birds. She spent more time there than anywhere else, charmed by her kindness and dark locks of luscious hair falling to her hips.

Unbeknownst to her, one of her feathers once fell on the floor of the shop during the day. The girl picked it up as soon as she noticed it, intrigued by its pure white, and looked up. Unable to flee, back round against a corner of the shop’s roof, the angel’s eyes met hers as her smile melted her surprise away.

I see you, benevolent angel, she said, putting the feather in her hair and against her ear. Thank you for watching over my shop.

Selena was unable to reply, surprised that she could be seen, forbidden to talking to mortals no matter what; so she nodded along, her thoughts swirling around. This was nothing but wrong, she knew it with an undefeatable certainty; yet this felt right, too right, and her wings shivered as she flew away from the shop, leaving another feather behind her. Even in her panic, she wished for the girl to pick it up and wondered if she

 However, during a harsh winter that almost froze all of the city’s cultures, the brother of the girl eventually fell sick. Despite his condition and his sister’s pleas for him not to, he continued working to afford them to continue living as they always had. Ruri tried everything in her power to convince him not to, promising she’d go as far as selling the shop or finding a rich husband if it meant he’d rest. Alas, her brother valued her dreams above everything else on this earth and ended up refusing all of her offers, leaving her broken-hearted.

For a time, watching over the shop hurt Selena. As soon as he had collapsed from his illness, the girl spent most of her time at her brother’s side, her hand in his, as she told him stories to less his pain; only to tearfully beg him, in silence and when he’d be asleep, to stay with her. She’d try brewing healing concoctions with her knowledge of plants, to very little effect, until she had spared enough money to pay for a doctor. The verdict was decisive, falling upon the little family like a sword, as the boy was doomed to die soon; and poor Ruri was left even more heartbroken than she had been before.

For the first time, Selena wondered if she shouldn’t have made a deal with a mysterious force for the boy’s life to be spared, as the pain of her citizens pained her to witness. Alas, she was no healing force: her light did nothing to his ill, as the gods had decided for this mortal and no angel could go against the goddesses of life and death. His thread would soon get cut by a steady hand. There would be no benevolence or malevolence in her fingers and scissors as they’d execute their decision, only their mission to make sure the cycle was running properly.

On the day the boy died, the angel was watching over their house, mourning with the girl. His last words were of care and attention, asking her not to cry and not let herself get consumed with grief, for she needed to outlive him now that he’d be gone. He begged her in a voice breaking under its own weight to take care of herself and her dreams, now that he wouldn’t be there for her, promising he’d still keep an eye on her from wherever his soul would go next. Yet, even with his warm words and the smile she was forcing herself to give him, the girl broke down crying as soon as his hand went limp and his heart went cold.

Please, watch over my sister, his soul begged of the angel as soon as it left the body, eyes shining.

I promise, she replied. Now, you can join the skies above and reunite with all those that you have lost, you who spent his life caring for his dearest.

 From then on, Cordelia mourned the loss of one of its youngest inhabitants. People gave the grieving sister their condolences, bringing gifts with them, buying her flowers as support. The plants almost died because her tears prevented her from properly caring for them, leaving them to dry and wither away like her brother had in front of her eyes. Would no action be taken, desolation was soon to fall onto the small flower shop, life leaving it day after day, ivy growing and covering the façade.

As such, to honour her promise, Selena spent most of her time in the city taking care of the shop for the girl, feathers meddling with the roots. Her fingers gave their life back to the plants, slowly but surely, petals getting their colours back and the agreeable scent she had always known returned. Things were finally looking better, the light and warmth of the sun coming back: this wasn’t time of dying for the little shop and its owner.

She’d often get spotted by the girl, who’d then tell her some stories or, simply, talk to her about her day. Selena couldn’t answer her questions with words, but she could nod along, and that was more than enough for them. They’d spend a morning, an afternoon, an evening or even an entire day conversing like this. Before long, the mortal girl had earned her smile back, making her promise to her brother a reality. By all means, her mission was a success; but she didn’t leave, continued taking care of a mortal’s plants with her, and loved every second of it.

 On one day, the gods told the angel she had been assigned a new task. From then on, her status as an archangel would fully come into play: she’d be supervising other angels and never go back to the mortal’s soil. The news that should have warmed her spirit and gratified her instead made her feel nothing but resentment and hatred: she didn’t want this. She wanted to spend her days with the girl from the flower shop, the mortal that made more sense in her life than so many of the duties she owed to the gods.

She had but a few days to engrave images of Cordelia into her mind before leaving forever. Even if it wasn’t forever, who could promise her that Ruri would still be there by the time she’d come back? Her only wish was to remain with this mortal until the end of her life, nothing else; and yet, she gulped her pleas when faced by the goddess she depended of, for she could not go against the gods. Keeping her feelings concealed, she instead let herself weep in the night streets of Cordelia, finding over and over the words of departure she’d give to her dearest, her soulmate.

Their adieux went horribly wrong. She tried conveying the idea through moves, but it didn’t work, and the girl didn’t understand her. Eventually, the conscientious angel was obligated to explain with the words she had forbidden herself to ever use. Her tongue burned and her throat knotted, the sin puncturing her ribcage. Nevertheless, nothing could have prepared her for Ruri’s reaction to it, full of another wave of grief, anger and confusion all the same. Would have angels had a heart, she’d have broken Selena’s.

 Stay with me, she then pleaded with her mortal eyes and her mortal voice, hands tied in a prayer, her legs folding into a kneeling position.

The angel wavered in her certitudes and convictions, a foreign temptation invading her thoughts like poison flowing in its victim’s bloodstream.

I cannot, for I have a duty to serve, Selena replied. I am an angel, you are a mortal; this is not meant to be. I am so deeply sorry for it.

Please, stay with me! Ruri cried, youthful eyes filling with sorrow and misery. I don’t want to see you go, I can’t be without you!

Her halo’s light dimmed with each word she told the mortal, her wings twitching, urging her to stop the blasphemy and go back to her former idealistic self. The dilemma was eating away at her very soul, feathers falling from an anxiety foreign to her kind. That was when this sentence came back to her, the question she used never to wonder about.

Would an angel sell their soul to the devil in the name of love?

 Her mind repeated it over and over again, weighing pros and cons, meticulous and obedient spirit leaving place for a burning chest devoured by a very human passion. Her feelings were, for the very first time, sent into a turmoil unknown to her species, the one the gods would go through whenever they were faced by their own faults, and she realized how hypocritical the people commending her had been all along. Would angels have been able to cry, tears would have stained her porcelain face, rotting her luminous skin with the darkness and dirt of the pain she was currently experiencing.

That was, until the girl, whom until then had been nothing but an untouched paragon of pureness, committed the ultimate sin. She ran to an angel, grabbed her shoulders and kissed her with a furious passion, the kind no being could ignore no matter their kind or nature, and the angel found herself giving it back, purposely corrupting her own lips with the saliva of a mortal. On that, her wings turned black as the night, feathers falling and spreading far and wide, the excruciating pain almost locking her into an eternal agony.

To her surprise, and despite the forbidden nature of her acts, her wings didn’t fall; and, right as they turned black, she saw white feathers blossom in the back of the person she had just gladly given her angel righteousness to, her eyes watered for the first time. With a tearful smile, Selena embraced her nature, her feelings and her dearest person.

If the devil was the holder of her happiness, and that of her beloved, then she’d sell her angelic soul to Them; and there was no regret to be had there. There was no shame in being part of the Forgotten if she couldn’t enjoy her immortality with someone else and, as she embraced corruption herself, she gladly let go of her burden.

 Would an angel sell their soul to the devil in the name of love?

No, as there was no devil to sell angelhood to; instead, they’d give it to the goddess of love and make someone into an angel to her service. That was the answer that she had not been looking after enough until it had been almost too late.

[managician]

fandom: yu-gi-oh! arc v pairing: kurosaki ruri/serena (moonblossomshipping) tw: major character death

They were never free, Serena knows. They were all but caged birds in a moonlit flask, spending their days away in a closed off tower and awaiting the hazy fate that was sure to befall them.

...It was nice, though. The illusion that they'd had the chance to be happy and fall in love.

For day 5 of ARC V Rarepair Week, prompt “Regret”.

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[entamewitchlulu]

Femslash February Day 20: Superhero AU

Selena knows she's ready for combat already, even if the Professor disagrees. She's going to prove it to him by escaping and tracking down one of the last remaining escapees from Academia's latest attempt to stamp out unregistered superheroes: Ruri Kurosaki.

[lily-liegh]

Don't forget. Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you.

As long as you remember Her, you are not alone.

[aromaterra]

@homura-bakura @lily-liegh Here is the requested Moonblossomshipping! I went with a prompt ‘playing tag’ from a prompt list. It’s sunset in the picture.

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arc-v kids but they’re in university wahoo  ✧ ✧ ✧

[merryfortune]

selena / ruri with 4?

4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Word Count: 566

requests: still accepting

   Ruri stomped around the corner to where the ever dear Princess Serena had hidden herself. 

   “My lady,” Ruri growled, her eyes fearsomely dark like amethysts which had absorbed all the drunkenness in the liquor den, “I demand you come back to the kitchens with me and apologise for the mess you made.”

   Princess Serena laughed, “It was all in good fun.”

   “To you, perhaps but-”

   “Ssh, Shun will see us.” Serena hissed, interrupting Ruri’s whose tirade was just beginning.

   Serena grabbed Ruri’s wrist and pulled her in close. Ruri gasped and she fondled Princess Serena. She didn’t mean to but they were so close and she hadn’t been expecting to be grabbed at. Her face reddened as she tried to escape Serena’s brash embrace but it was all for naught. She only hugged her ever dear maid tighter, and of course pulled the curtains back so that they were a bit more hidden than just by the white pillars and white stone walls of the corridor.

   “Ruri?” Shun’s voice followed, he sounded as though he were on the brink of the most infuriated rage, the drip of water followed him and he was holding onto a bucket which clanked with every movement, every stomp of his foot. “Princess Serena?”

   Ruri was anguished. She very much wanted to parade her rapscallion princess towards the very youth she had offended with her most recent prank but her dashing face made it difficult. They were so close. Exchanging breaths, warm and hot and awkward, but her smile was stellar. Her face utterly cherubic with her mischievous innocence.

   Ever the brat, ever so spoiled, it was difficult to maintain being mad at her. She was the princess of this country; nestled firmly in a family as convuled as this. She was the second born, beneath Princess Ray, was doted on by her father, spurned by the Queen as she wasn’t the Queen’s flesh and blood, so she could get away with all her pranks and madness so easily. 

   “Damnable hellcat,” Shun muttered to himself, buckets clanking, water dripping, as he moved off, “she must’ve gone this way, maybe.” 

   He didn’t call for Ruri again which was a mistake that Princess Serena adored that he had chosen to make. Ruri huffed. A sharp exhale through her nostrils and Princess Serena played with her maid’s hair, with the white lacy aprons that she donned and more. All whilst brandishing a cocky smirk.

   “You know you love me.” Princess Serena teased Ruri.

   She sighed. Surrendered. Relented. Gave up. Whatever the proper expression was as her own softened.

   “Yes, that’s true.” Ruri murmured. “That’s why you’re so ill-behaved.”

   “Naw, I like it that way.” Princess Serena told her.

   She curled a strand of Ruri’s lilac hair around her finger. She was very, very pretty for a lowborn like she was. Princess Serena considered herself very lucky to have been gifted such a peasant girl as a plaything. 

   Princess Serena leaned in and Ruri was not even hesitant to meet those lips of hers. Too rough to be royal but her kiss was regal. It was strong, powerful, perhaps more princely than princesslike but it didn’t matter. Ruri stifled a moan which made Princess Serena smirk as she kissed back even harder, playing with her maid’s hair, her dress, still and counting all those lucky stars of hers for another antic game so successfully played.