#ship: terraqua

[dilutedbeanibeans]

just two lesbians on a date nothing to see here

[kwoojii]

I’ll fall in love with you baby, but that’s not what I wanna do

[strayheartless]

Don’t think I ever expressed just how much I really love Terraqua as a ship. Like there’s nothing about their vibe to me that says they are not so incredibly in love with each other. Like generally speaking I have never really been a straight ship girlie. I have a couple for shows I watch that I’m not in the official “fandom” for but like, but Terraqua is just a cut above the rest.

Because they give the same vibes as Soriku. These Two friends who have known each-other for nearly their entire lives, sharing space and loving and laughing. And sure, like with most KH ships it can be read as platonic but there’s just something about the way Terra and Aqua move in each others space, the way they look at each other that just UGH! It’s everything.

Don’t get me wrong I’ve been known to enjoy al little bit of Terrarium and Aqua flirting with Cinderella, but those two are just endgame to me. I think Partly it’s to do with how Aqua reacts to Zack Fair in the Colosseum. When he says he wants a date she’s really flattered and doesn’t say no but the whole exchange is bracketed by this sense that She’s looking for Terra and therefore can’t, while Zack is kind of not quite Terra.

He’s physically very similar to Terra and Narratively speaking Zack kind of has that air to him in Crisis Core of the hero fighting against his own internal emotions about friendship and power. But he’s not Terra.

Maybe it’s a little boy-next-door, but I sort of like that for them. This idea that they’ve been right there this whole time and they just had to see. And you only do see when dating and relationships start to become relevant to you. Zack saying “how about one date?” Is kind of like that coming of age moment in films where everyone’s starting to date and people are asking the main girl and she tries but she just wants to be with her best friend.

The best friend to lovers narrative is underrated with straight ships because the reality is, THAT IS WHO YOU WANT TO BE IN LOVE WITH!! If you are lucky enough to have a partner who is your best friend and gets all of your weird quirks it’s such an amazing feeling. It’s like coming home to yourself, or the person who is literally a warm tension melting hug personified.

And that’s all I want for Terra and Aqua man… I just want them to look at each other and be like “damn I feel so lucky that I get to love you.”

Ughhhhhhh gods I just love them so much!

[trashcantasch]

He is hopelessly in love

Fireworks prompt for terraqua summer splash :)

[originalladyscythe]

All I want to do is sit and write my stories. But my brain and life responsibilities isn't letting me

My brain:

[blazernot]

I was looking through an older sketchbook from I think Christmas and found some cool older doodles

[skytsunrose]

Bunch of ship data greetings 😍😊

[34choco]

hey what if Wayfinder trio but like. at Keyblader prom. Consider it.

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[verathena14]

:^)

please dont get mad at me this is just for fun asdfghjk

[softichill]

I desperately want all of fandom to understand that co-parenting is a thing and that you don't have to be in love to be parents

[skytsunrose]

I ship everyone lmao. That's my shipping preference tbh.

Made a KH shipping chart template for everyone to use, with the characters grouped into columns based on each trio (destiny, wayfinder, sea-salt, twilight, and lost)! Also I couldnt resist filling out the chart myself :) though I might have missed a couple pairings lol

Feel free to share your own shipping chart, I'd love to see what your ship preferences are no matter who your parings are or how many you have! 🥰

 @sarahsartedits @skytsunrose @starrattlerofprydain @alphascorpiixx

[sailforvalinor]

Terraqua is one of those ships that I constantly forget isn’t technically canon. What do you MEAN Ven’s parents aren’t actually together.

[kwoojii]

request wayfinder trio or khux kids prompts. i miss drawing them </3 may or may not do ships

[luxmoogle]

Do you have a favorite KH ship?

I don't know how to exactly put this, but I don't truly ship anything in KH really, anymore. I've kind of reached a state where it kind of happens in the context of whatever relationships and dynamics I'm exploring between characters, when I have an idea, and the ship kind of works as a mirror to the theme. A good example is that I've never shipped AkuSai at all, yet just yesterday I had inpiration strike, and am thinking about exploring a certain topic with them..!

BUT. ..If I had to pick something, I guess TerrAqua has become my main ship to explore. There's so much potential there still untouched by the canon, yet so many layers already exist in their dynamic.

.. when I was much much younger it was SoKai and SoRiku, and I think that affects me to this day. I think that echo still exists in my art, undeniably. (Those two probably being the true answer to this question) ..But as I've gotten older, I relate much less to the fumbling teen energy trying to sort themselves and each other out, and therefore am more interested in the older characters in terms of romance.

A long winded answer for such a simple question!

[suddenlyseaweed]

Yeah, Terraqua is one of my straight ships that I can have as a treat, what of it?

I acknowledge Aqua being a little gay for Cinderella, but if you don't think "You never stopped lighting my way back" isn't the most romantic string of words in the English language then you can get all the way the fuck out of my face /lh

[mimiplaysgames]

The Bed Story, ch. 1 (Light in the Dark)

For Terraqua Week 2024, Day 1

Terra/Aqua | Terra/Anti-Aqua Rating: M Word count: 1,777 @terraquaweek

AO3 Link

Summary: Terra meets Anti-Aqua, and he's sorry for all the things they did and didn't do.

A/N: Hiiiiiiii everyone ahhh???? It's so good to be back, writing for my favorite ship ever. I've missed you all. I took the opportunity with Terraqua Week to write something new, but I've been meaning to finish my open fics for them. There are still so many scenes in my head that I want to put on the page. It's just been hard to find the time to write them as I work on my first novel. But I'm here!!! and I miss!!! all of you!!!! I hope you enjoy this one. I wrote it all in a month so there is going to be quality control issues, lmao but it is ANGSTY lmao.

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Terra is watching. Terra is no longer watching. Terra is asleep, Terra is—

Awake. Coming to, he inhales dust and dirt so sharply that his throat stings, and he drops hard on his knees, face slamming against cobblestone. He can’t feel his legs, and his hips won’t buck over when he commands them to.

“Aqua,” he mumbles, his tongue thick. He struggles to buoy himself up by the elbows. Where is he?

“Terra? Thank the stars.” Aqua kneels by him and guides his head to her lap. Storm clouds prey over the city of Radian Garden, snuffing out the sun overhead (Why is he here?). “Where do you hurt?” Aqua’s hair is too short to stay behind her ears, draping over while her frightened eyes inspect him for injuries. Frizzy. He could reach up and smooth it back down, but he’s dizzy. If this is the last time he will touch her… She brushes the tips of her fingers over his cheek, cleaning it of dirt and—

Smoke? Magic residue.

“Terra, stay with me.” 

Yes, he wants to. He’s slipping, he’s—

—Sleep.

Stars, he yearns to. He snatches her hand and weaves their fingers together. He can’t think like that. He can never let go again. Everything, everything, everything is going wrong but he’ll make it right. 

Xehanort. That’s the reason for the thunder ramming beyond the horizon.

No, the real reason is Terra being stupid.

“Can you stand up?”

Rainfell is left neglected on the ground next to her. They’ve been fighting each other with their Keyblades. That’s what she’s not telling him. 

“I can’t.”

Aqua blinks away her worry, but Terra sees past the armor. “That’s okay. You’re doing good. You’re beating him.”

Bile clogs his esophagus. He needs to roll over and let it all out but he swallows it back. Swallows again and swallows hard to keep it in and not let Xehanort go—

—Sleep.

“Aqua,” he says, his voice frail, “I’m sorry.” 

Aqua smiles morosely. She’s never been the type to rub it in. 

There’s a lot to be sorry for. One: The Master is dead. 

—Sleep.

Two: They fought. In front of Ven.

—Sleep.

Three: He left her behind. 

Four, just to decapitate the dead horse: He never congratulated her on achieving her Master status.

—Sleep.

And five: for that night before the Mark of Mastery. Terra had hoped there would be less stress the night after.

This can’t be the last time he touches her.

“I know,” she says. 

What was once a headache that jerked his forehead is now a quiet null, and he’s losing feeling in his fingers, the feeling of her skin.

His eyelids are heavy, and he sighs.

Aqua holds his chin and makes him stare into her eyes. “Listen to me. You’re strong. You can defeat him.”

Terra stretches the fingers in his free hand and tries to ball them into a fist.

“I can’t find Earthshaker.”

“What?”

He tries again—that small shred of Light he is supposedly connected to, the warmth of a friend who will always listen, the certainty of having someone there to help, is gone. Earthshaker won’t come. 

This is what it’s like to have regret. Tell me, how does that honor our Master’s memory, Terra?

“I know Earthshaker. It will always be there for you,” Aqua says, so confident and so wrong, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to get him to stand. 

Terra flinches—a profound image of choking her invades his senses, bleached knuckles that won’t respond to him, rigid around the same neck he’s buried his nose in before. 

He leans over on his side, too weak to push her off. “Aqua, just let me go.”

“Never,” she snaps. “How can you ask that?”

“He’s coming back.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We can fight him off together.” 

How does that honor our Master’s memory?

—Sleep.

In a page tucked away on some textbook Terra has always hated reading for its archaic nonsense, was a line: F’r our lighteth in the dark hast us by the heart, at each moment. 

Too heavy for her, Aqua brings Terra back to rest on her lap. When they’re weak, they’re supposed to be each other’s Light to guide them back home. That’s what the Master said. One star to find another lost in space. 

(And when stars flicker out, they explode in a supernova, then disintegrate into a black hole. That is something the Master refused to discuss. Their job was not to let that happen, period.)

“Terra, stay with me?”

For a moment, the lights go out. For the next, they come back on. Terra looks up at her blue eyes. She knows what’s happening to him, from the way she quiets down and rubs her thumb on his jaw. 

“You just have to find your Light again,” Aqua says. She’s talking about Earthshaker. She’s talking about Ven. She’s talking about going home together. “And this will be over. Then we can find our own little hiding place.” She soothes, stroking his cheek. “Like we promised.”

But—

But, just in case, Terra squeezes her hand one more time. He’s going to have to let go.

Terra lifts his head and points with his nose to beckon her to go lower, to get closer to him, as if he’s telling her a secret. Closer, enough for him to lean up with what’s left of his strength, to press his mouth on hers, and open his lips, and ask for more. She trembles against him, and he kisses her again, and inhales her smokey sweat and lavender shampoo with all that he wants to say but has lost the voice for.

That’s his last memory before sinking into the black hole. Someone far away says, “I’m with you,” planting one little star into his hand that he can caress to his chest while he slips into something like sleeping. Then he tears apart.

~*~

Awake. Awake? 

Terra sits up. He rolls to his hands and knees, and coughs—there’s sand crumbling under his tongue, and he spits out the remains. 

After he nearly gags from what doesn’t come up, he realizes. Sand crumpled underneath his fist, as if he was in the middle of choking someone. More sand caked into his nails. A musty odor—he needs deodorant. That numbing feeling on his wrists that means he needs to shake them off. Wake them up. Awake. He’s breathing, and it’s hot, and he’s sweaty, and he’s hungry. 

“Terra!”

It happens so quickly, the way Ven rushes to Terra’s side, and checks his eyes to see if they’re blue. Terra doesn’t register a single word out of Ven’s mouth but he registers the feeling of Ven’s chest crushed against his, muscle trapping boy in a hug. Cheek to cheek, the sound of tears and tears.

“You’re crushing me.” 

Terra lets go, but not the shoulders. It’s too early to allow the feeling of someone slipping away. 

Ven is the same as he's always been. All bones. “You’re still chubby in the cheeks,” Terra says, smushing them between his giant hands.

“Fuck you.”

“What is that language?” But Terra is crying, messing with Ven’s well-kept hair.

“Ugh, why.” The disturbed styling cream flattens the cowlick Ven likes so much and his attempt to make it right dwindles. But he’s smiling. Crying, too. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me, too.” More tears.

Ven stops his fussing and lowers his hands. His voice breaks. “I thought I’d never see you again.” 

To make up for it, Terra tries fixing Ven’s hair for him. Thankfully, considering the result, there’s no mirror nearby to upset Ven. “Hey. It’s over. We’re safe. We’re back together and—”

Terra looks around. They’re in the Keyblade Graveyard, somewhere within starched erected stone walls that are falling apart. But Terra doesn’t understand why they’re here. He tastes smoke. Magic residue. 

They fought Xehanort-as-Terra here, and Terra doesn’t remember much except reaching for a night sky. She was here, he was certain. A star gauzed behind clouds and he reached, and reached and caught Xehanort by the throat. 

“Where’s Aqua?”

Ven doesn’t respond. 

Terra’s heart pounds, assuming the worst. Did he hurt—

“Um.” Ven wipes his hands on his pants and stands. “She’s different.”

Terra gets off his knees. He’s unbalanced, swaying with his heavy legs, and Ven holds him up by the arm. “What does that mean?”

Ven grunts his disappointment. He points behind Terra, to a wall that bends open to the rest of the labyrinth. “She’s behind there. She fought with me” —against Terra— “then left.”

Terra trips on his feet as he limps. How different? Hurt-different? Tired-different? Furious-different? Furious with him? Won’t want to ever talk to him again-different, and there’s no turning back-different? 

He catches himself at the side of the wall. “Aqua?”

Rustling and steps respond, in the slice of shadow around the corner. Terra looks over.

Two little orbs, lights in the shadow that remind him of monsters, stare back at him, waiting before the onslaught. Terra’s instinct is to call Earthshaker, but it still won’t come. Left defenseless, how fast will the monster get to him if Terra yells? How fast will Ven come to the rescue?

But a second passes by before he realizes what he’s looking at. Golden eyes in fury, white hair, pulling her ripped sleeves, inked in black, to hide her red claws. 

She looks like a creature. 

When Terra was six, the Master would tell him stories of valiant heroes defeating monsters with eyes like lanterns, which seduced victims into thinking they’re safe, and made them follow false lights until they were isolated in the dark. 

Aqua shivers. “You,” she says. Her voice is steady and solid, but he hears all its cadences. Rage, sadness, something like relief but too numb to feel it.

Terra steps toward his monster but he lowers his gaze from her glare. If he doesn’t see, then it’s not as bad as he thinks.

This is what it’s like to have regret. Tell me, how does this honor our Master’s memory, Terra?

He coaxes her into his arms, and rests his mouth onto her forehead, letting her heave dry sobs into his shoulder while his hot tears trickle down to her hair. She smells like ash. She’s freezing.

He doesn’t have the courage this time to apologize. He almost asks if she’s okay. Stupid question. “Let’s go home.” 

Aqua says nothing. She doesn’t hug him back. All she does is bore her wild eyes into him, long enough for Terra to break his avoidance. He sees not his reflection in that golden color but a silhouette of the moon.