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Okay but it seems my AC hyperfixation is Jericho+Corae, who are a fucking side couple that don't really matter all things considered but I think about too much. so idk have this thing that has been bouncing around my head like a damn pinball while I have been in my sad girl feels this week
TW: Kinda NSFW, but not graphic
Also, I make the rules so Jericho lives, fuck it
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~Jericho~
The night is cool around him when he finally finds Corae. She sits against the trunk of the giant lias in the meadow just outside camp, knees to her chest. Her silver hair is shining in the places where Evaa's light peeks between the leaves, the only reason he could spot her there.
He ducks under the low-hanging branches to come and sit beside her, close enough to feel her body heat, but far enough that he doesn't touch her. She doesn't speak to him and eventually he decides to get it over with.
"Corae, I'm sorry," he says, and she glances at him from the corner of her eye.
"You don't have any reason to be sorry," she answers, "I had no right to be upset with you for wanting to go home," she turns her eyes away from him and he feels it like a shot to the chest.
"Corae," he whispers and she turns to look at him again. He can't read the emotion on her face, but her eyes are some mixture of sadness, anger and disappointment. The same things he feels when he thinks of leaving her. He takes her hand from where it sits on her knee. "You know I have to go," she nods, a grim smile appearing on her face.
"I know. I understand." And that's the problem, isn't it? She understands, better than anyone he had ever met. She understands all of him, the duty and the honour and the selfish part of him that yearns for her more and more as he's learnt all of her too. The part of him that could stay under this tree with her for forever.
He reaches a hand over and traces the curve of her jaw, the scar hidden in the shadows, the dimples in her smile. He looks over her face, trying to memorise every inch.
Finally, with an overwhelming feeling that tonight be the last chance he'll ever get to do so, he leans in and kisses her. She makes a tiny surprised sound against his lips and he feels the same way.
This is their first kiss, and he kicks himself for not having changed that sooner. Corae's lips are soft, so soft, as they press back against his and make him feel like he is simultaneously floating and being lit on fire at the same time. She smells like flowers, and tastes like the warm sugar of kirraviis. Her silver hair falls in a curtain around them as he tilts her head so he can kiss her deeper.
Her tongue presses against his and he doesn't hesitate to allow her to explore further as she grips his shirt in one hand and presses closer to him.
"Corae," he whispers as they break the kiss to breathe finally. He rests his forehead against her own and watches her as her eyes finally flutter open again. "Corae, I love you," he admits, unable to squash the words down any longer. She smiles at that, somewhere between joy and sadness.
"My answer will only make it harder for you to leave tomorrow, Jericho," she replies and he knows what she wants to say and he knows she is right.
"Tell me anyway, so I know that this was real, even after I'm gone," she watches him for a beat.
"I love you, Jericho Jones," she finally says and his heart beats fast and heavy in his chest as she kisses him again.
Neither of them says much of anything after, but they kiss, and their hands are gentle as they map each other.
And dammit, he knows that it will hurt like hell to leave, but he wants them to have no regrets. Corae seems to be thinking the same thing, and pulls him with her as she lays back in the grass, letting his lips move to her jaw and neck and his hand to her legs, pulling the hem of her dress higher as her hands reach for his belt.
What comes next is slow, both of them trying to hold on to this for as long as they can. He holds her tight as he presses into her, and her hands cling to the back of his shirt, her legs wrapping around his. Her head tips back into the grass as he thrusts into her and he buries his face in her neck, breathing her in and trying to memorise every iota of how Corae looks and feels in this moment.
How her breath stutters right before she comes, her torso bowing under his hands as she clenches around him. It's so unexpected that he can't do anything but follow her down, stars whiting his vision and his hips thrusting messily into hers.
The can only breath in the silence of the night after. He can't bring himself to move, to part them, and Corae doesn't move either, her hands pressing into his back, her legs tangled with his. She turns her head to press her lips into his hair, and his face presses to the silky material of the sleeve of her dress.
His mind races, thoughts of what they could be. He thinks of a life for them, a home and a wedding and maybe a few babies they could raise together. Of having a thousand more nights curled into her like this.
And then he remembers that their people are at war and that he has to leave her tomorrow.
His throat tightens and his eyes cloud and he can do nothing but cling to her tighter. She wraps her arms around him, and the hand she runs into his hair tells him that she knows, she knows.
They lay together, awake, until the sky lightens with the dawn and he has to leave her.
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~ Corae, 21 years later~
The dawn cracks through the curtains of their bedroom and Corae scrunches her eyes shut tighter against the sharp sun rays, turning over so she can fight for another few minutes of sleep.
Her face presses between the bare shoulder blades of her husband, who she feels start a little with the feeling of her rolling into him.
After a second, he rolls over and wraps around her, kissing her shoulder.
"Mornin', Cor," Jericho whispers into her shoulder. She grunts in response and he chuckles a little, before pulling his arms back. "Coffee?" Jericho asks and she nods, perking up a little at the thought of the Terran drink of which she had became a bit of a fan.
She had pulled herself into a seated position in their bed by the time he came back, passing her a mug of black coffee. He kisses her cheek and sits on his side of the bed and sipping his tea.
"Thank you, love," she says and takes a sip.
"Well I waited 20 years to marry you, I can't have you ready to divorce me less than a year in," he grins and winks at her.
Corae shakes her head and kisses his cheek.
"Oh, so I should give it two years then?" He laughs at that.
"Oh, no, Ciriltari, you're stuck with me now," he goads, making her raise her eyebrow at him.
"Jones," she corrects and he blinks at her, before putting his mug down and taking hers to put on the bedside table.
Corae giggles a little as he lifts her to sit on his lap. He kisses her lips and then the scar on her jaw and then her neck, before pulling her sleep shirt off her and running his hands along her bare waist.
"You're right, it is Jones, however will I make it up to you for making such a grave mistake?" Corae grins, flashing her dimples and wrapping her arms around her husband's shoulders.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of an appropriate form of apology, won't you?" Jericho smirks.
"Oh, I have one in mind that I think you'll find particularly penitent," he says, before rolling her into the sheets and capturing her laugh with his lips on hers.
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Tyler actually got his dimples from his mum, and you will never convince me otherwise.
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I reread the Sky Weaver and I just need an epilogue of Eris just being the most unhinged god ever. Like people from all over make pilgrimages to the Star Isles to see the Skyweaver’s home, the scrin, the tower etc just to find that the goddess of souls they worship is some random teleporting, one-handed 20 year old who had to be pardoned in multiple countries for theft, piracy and countless other crimes, who has probably made out with her girlfriend (the sorta-princess/second in line to the throne of Firgaard) in more places than she should’ve and will refer to the most famous festival in the Isles (which is a homage to her mother and also her birthday) as a “drunken orgy” to anyone who asks.
Give me goddess Eris who loves that every rumour about the Skyweaver that people say is made up is actually true bc her life has truly been that unhinged.
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look, I know you've already written smut, and I generally never make requests to write smut chapters, as they usually cringes at me. BUT please, I need a tydiii smut of their first time, or the idea that you have, (the one in chapter 11 to be clear), it's the first time that happens to me with a book that I want to know these details, but their relationship is so interesting that I would also like to get an idea of what they thought of each other in that situation , their feelings etc and then you are very good at writing .
Thank you very much if you do
-- @aaaaaabbbbbccccc
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This happens middle of Chapter 11 of AE. It's NSFW heads up
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Saedii presses their lips back together and bucks her hips into Tyler's enough for him to take a step back, before rearing back to thrust her back into the wall hard enough to pull a moan from her. He takes the brief interruption to drop his lips to her neck, biting into her skin until she moans again, her fingernails on one hand digging hard enough into his neck that he can feel the skin break. The other hand scratches up his back as her hips press into his again, pulling a groan from him.
And then, in a move so quick, he's almost not sure it happens, Saedii drops one of her legs from his hip and in a second has them twisting and falling. Tyler goes down first, crashing into the medcot hard enough for it to buckle and bring the twined pair to the ground on top of the crushed pieces, Saedii's hips pinning Tyler's to the ground. He blurrily recognises that they also kicked into and knocked a range of displays and scanners over, shattering glass and plasteel chucks over the floor, but with the desperate need flooding him, he can't find it in himself to care.
The grin on Saedii's face at the chaos is quickly crushed to Tyler's mouth as his hands fall to her uniform buttons.
Is this okay? he shoots through her mind and is met with a sharp, heady wave of arousal from her.
You would not have hands if it wasn't, boy she shoots back, causing him to huff a laugh that she takes as an opportunity to bite his lip hard enough to split it. He hisses as she grins and tracks those sharpened canines down his throat, making him aware of all the damage she could do to him.
He doesn't look too deeply at why that has him more desperately loosening the buttons of her dress shirt and throwing the garment off her shoulders the second he can.
For all he called her bra unimpressive the last time he saw it, he runs his hand over it like it was the prettiest lace, one of his hands landing on the curve of her breast, fingers rubbing her nipple over the fabric while the other hand lightly scratches down her waist to land on her ass, helping her grind into him.
Her nails have continued to ravage his back and once he has her bra unclasped, he grabs her arms and flips them over, careful to avoid crushing her into the glass. He grabs the front of her now unclasped bra and tugs until it comes off, black fabric flying who knows where.
Not so unimpressive, huh Tyler Jones? Saedii's voice chimes in his head as he pauses to look at her perfect chest. He rolls his eyes and wastes no more time, ducking his head to wrap his lips around her breasts, feeling very smug when he hears her sharp intake of breath and feels her fingers grip tight to his hair.
Better things to be doing with my mouth, no? he shoots back, prompting her to pull his hair even tighter.
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He lets out a surprised grunt when he finds himself twisted back under her, her body pressing him into the shattered glass and medcot pieces, the sharp sting of the wounds on his back causing him to hiss and squeeze her hips hard enough to bruise. Saedii's teeth bite his jaw, neck and collar as her hands slide down his abs and find his belt, unlatching it within milliseconds. Tyler can feel her desperate need in his own head, through his body, their hearts thumping in some new harmony.
His hands fall back to her breasts and her hands falter on his fly for a beat, her lips ghosting his neck as she shakes a little in what he can feel through their overlapped minds is bone-deep pleasure.
They stay together like that for a beat before Saedii remembers herself and her hands continue to undo his pants. If he wasn't so turned on at the sight of her topless on top of him, he might have laughed when her triumph burned through him when his fly came undone and she could tug everything down and off, barely hesitated to almost tear the laces off his boots to aid the process.
Something beats heavy in his chest and mind as he watches her observe him, her jewel purple eyes dark with want. He sits up with her on his lap and brushes the hair fallen from her braids away from her face, allowing him a good look at her mussed lipstick and smudged stripe of paint around her eyes. She briefly meets his eyes and he uses his hand on her neck to pull her towards him, kissing her again, exploratory and hungry, tasting the salt of the blood from the splits in both their lips.
He groans into her mouth as her hand strokes him and he has to grab her wrist to stop her before he embarrasses himself. She grins against his lips, well aware of what she was doing to him, probably enjoying his torture a little bit if he was reading the emotions flooding him right.
Your turn he whispers into her head, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin at the tone. His hands make quick work of her belt and buttons and she stands up to allow him to untie her combat boots, which he does with a similar level of urgency with which she approached his shoes.
Once her boots are unlaced, Saedii begins to toe them off as Tyler turns back to relieving her of her pants and underwear. He pulls her pants down to be kicked away like the rest of their clothes, and uses the fact his face is the right height to presses his mouth to her slit over her underwear, making sharp pleasure shoot through him from her. She shudders hard enough against him to make him grab her thighs to keep her steady, his thumbs briefly playing with the edge of the fabric covering her ass, his scalp tingling as she drags her nails into his hair.
Eventually he takes the waistband of her underwear in his hands and drags it down her legs, throwing it aware the second she steps out of it.
As tempting as it is, he doesn't get a chance to press his face between her legs before she is grabbing his head and tilting it to look up at her, her hair unbound and long enough to brush his cheekbones as she mindlessly sways on her feet above him. Tyler can't stop looking at her, the dark pools of her eyes, the smudged makeup, the sharp lines of her body and soft edges of her face, slightly purple in blush.
She slowly comes back down to rest on his lap, taking care to slide so down against him, so they are chest to chest in a way that makes him shudder and her grin.
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She pushes his chest, forcing him to lie back on the floor, completely at her mercy. She leans forward, her hands pressing down on his chest, nails undoubtedly creating crescent moon indents in his pecs.
Admittedly, he is so busy staring at what the positioning of her arms is doing to her boobs, he doesn't even realise what she is doing to him until she has sunk down and sheathed him in her body. She lets out a breathless groan as his head tilts back to lie on the floor, scrunching his eyes closed at the overwhelming feeling of warmth surrounding him.
He can feel her thoughts like they are his own, so he knows how toe-curling good she is feeling right now, but he is overwhelmed by her feelings as well as his own as she begins to move in a cyclical movement, thrusting down and grinding their pelvis' together before she lifts back off, repeating this motion slowly.
Her hands slide up his chest to his neck and right as he think she may choke him, she slides her hands into his hair, leans down to kiss him hard and grinds forward against him. He feels the mindless, liquid, overwhelming tsunami of bliss flooding her as she shakes and clenches through her orgasm above and around him. It's all too much for him to try to deny his own. He follows her down and down and down until it feels like there is nothing left of him and nothing of her, only them together, inseparably so as she disconnects their bodies and collapses onto his chest, black hair strewn over him, her thumping heart against his own, her lips laid in his neck, her breath tickling his skin.
Tyler's eyes find a silver insulation blanket in arms reach and drags it over them before his fingers brush along her forearm and up to her shoulder to hold her closer. The action causes him to wince and chuckle a little as he feels the scratches on his back that she left behind.
"Well, that was... intense."
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Hope you enjoyed! It's been so long that I feel kinda rusty so who knows haha. Also, shout out to my friend with benefits who was a homie and didn't blink an eye or ask any follow ups when I messaged him "I'm writing smut I need you to tell me how ___ feels"
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Okay I’m filling a prompt in my inbox but in the meantime, can I say how underrated and sweet it is that whenever Tyler describes Saedii’s hot temperament after they get together, he compares her to the sun.
Like, he easily could have used something like a bushfire or any other fire which is typically associated with destruction, but instead she’s compared to something that is more associated with giving life and aiding things to grow. When she pulls away from him after they sleep together, he literally describes it as though “someone turned off the sun”
Idk I just think it’s cute
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(!major aurora cycle spoilers!!!)
my hot take of 2023 is that i know canonically auri looses all her powers at the end of ae but in my mind she just keeps like a beta version of them where she’s not quite as powerful and literally god-like as before, but her power doesn’t hurt her when she uses it and she’s still able to sense people minds/communicate mentally. so like eshvaren lite, and ofc she uses it to assist the syldrathi as they rebuild their community and culture from the ground up. bc im soooo fed up with authors taking away strong female leads powers *cough cough sjm COUGH COUGH* at the end of a series i could write a book about how overplayed and lazy it is to just strip away a female characters powers after the main conflict of the plot is done as if we can’t trust/imagine her going on to use those powers on her own accord instead of being forced into using them by some figure/event. it makes that character feel so one sided like their value as a person outside of that power is invaluable, instead of using that power to further develop who they are as a person. also to open up all the potential in her and kal being able to communicate telepathically just to throw it all away three chapters later was an actual crime. like y’all better lmk next time you see mr kristoff (bc I just know he was behind that plot point) because i have a warrant out for his arrest and a passion for my cause. ANYWAYS idk if any of this made sense (bc I wrote this at 3 am after waking up in a cold sweat) but i rlly appreciate you coming to my tedtalk <3333 #justiceforterrifyinglypowerfulauri2023
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It’s taken me 4-5 rereads to notice that the reason Tyler gets those visions in Aurora’s End is because Auri sends them to him from the future bc old Ty tells her what happens. Which feels like something I should have noticed the first time around but I chronically skim/skip Auri and Kal chapters (whoops)
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Okay I have this headcannon that mama Jones actually served in the Syldrathi Defense Force when Caerson was in charge of it and she left bc she had beef with Caerson and vice versa, to the point where it would be on sight if Caerson and her ever met up again. Like, it became such a well known grudge in Caerson’s circle that the Unbroken just knew if you met mama Jones it would be bad.
Anyway skip to after the series and Tydii are all very happy and loved up and then the squad is all together one day when Scar announces that she’s found their mum and turns her screen around to show everyone.
And everyone is very confused when Kal starts laughing so hard he can’t speak or breathe while Saedii looks vaguely horrified.
Kal is useless to explain bc he can’t stop laughing every time he looks at Saedii so eventually she has to explain this long winded history of conflict with the conclusion that her Be’shmai is the son of two of her father’s worst enemies
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Look between uni finals, apartment hunting, finally getting an ADHD diagnosis and starting medications, and moving, I haven’t had time to write but I have been thinking about AC bc ofc I have
And it’s tangential as hell but they say when Syldra burned, 10 billion Syldrathi died and according to the little Magellan excerpt, Syldrathi are ALL tall with silver hair/purple eyes.
What in the fucking recessive gene bullshit is the Jones family on? You’re telling me that a singular blonde haired blue eyed white man’s genes managed to win over the obviously very dominant genes of an entire race of over 10 billion people?!
Forget the time travel, that’s the most unrealistic part of the entire series
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Kal and Auri spoon
Fin and Scar just hug while asleep bc zero G
Zila sleeps on top of Nari to the point of suffocating her
Tyler and Saedii don’t cuddle but regardless of how they sleep, their faces are always looking at each other
#aurora cycle#saedii gilwraeth#tyler jones#kal gilwraeth#zila madran#auri o'malley#finian de karran de seel#nari kim#scarlett jones
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Scar giving Kal and Saedii therapy will always be a little thought in my head
This came to me in the shower idk:
Scar: Saedii do you wanna talk about your feelings?
Kal: I do
Scar: I know Kal
Kal: I'm sad
Scar: I know Kal
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I meant it to mean that one has been born and the other is on the way, but your version is funnier
How did modern au Tydii become Tydii?
They got drunk and allegedly started a bar brawl. Both refused to confirm nor deny their involvement and proceeded to spend a night stuck in the drunk tank together. They kind of had a flirty thing beforehand but this was the night Tyler actually managed to get Saedii to agree to a date with him.
A decade later when their married with 1.5 kids, Saedii still says she only agreed bc she was drunk, but no one believes her
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Can we have the return of baby Saedii?🥺
you sure can!
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"Where are we going?" Saedii asks curiously, eyes wide as she totters along next to her father, her small hand engulfed in his. Caerson looks down at her and smiles, pressing a finger to his lips. She nods, mirroring his finger-on-lip motion, pushing her chin up, making her two braids sway.
They were walking down a dark hallway on a station, but Saedii didn't know where. She had spent the trip over practicing her reading with some strategy book her dad had provided her. She wasn't sure she quite understood it yet, but her dad had assured her that one day she will.
She was just excited to be on an adventure. Her dad had told her that Kaliis was still too little to come with them, which just made Saedii feel older and more special than her brother, so she didn't care where they were.
Well, she didn't until she heard the roar. So sudden and loud that she jumped and moved closer to Caerson's leg. He looked down at the little girl who seemed more surprised than scared. He smiled and crouched down to face her, pulling gently on a braid.
"You're not scared, are you, Saedii?" he asked and she stood straighter and shook her head.
"Of course not," she says, nose in the air. He chuckles and picks her up as he stands, placing her on his hip and continuing to walk.
The hall ended in a large, outside space full of animal pens of varying sizes. He is not big on animals himself, but Saedii seems overjoyed as he's lifted her tall enough to see over all the pens. Her grin is getting closer to both ears the longer they walk on until eventually she sees the reason they are here.
"Drakkon!" Saedii squeals, loud enough next to his ear to make him flinch. She wiggles a little in his arms and reaches her arms out, making grabby hands towards the pen. The man they were meeting smiles a little at her enthusiasm, before clicking his tongue, making a young drakkon fly to his awaiting arm, stunning Saedii into silence.
Caerson puts his daughter down and she excitedly approaches the man, who crouches down to put the drakkon closer to her eye level. Caerson waits and watches like a hawk as the man shows Saedii how to pet the drakkon, his daughter beaming when the creature trills happily at her touch.
Saedii turns to him and smiles, gesturing him to come closer. He steps forward and crouches next to her.
"Look, daddy, it likes me!" she whispers excitedly. He smiles at her.
"Of course it does. Do you want one?" he asks and she squeals again, making the drakkon flap it's wings huffily. Saedii turns back to it and strokes under it's jaw, calming it quickly.
"Sorry, drakkon," she apologises earnestly. Caerson shakes his head and stands again to take her hand.
"Come, let's go get some eggs for you to tend to," he says. Saedii grins toothily at him before turning to the drakkon and it's keeper.
"Thank you," she says and the man smiles back at her with a nod. Saedii turns quick enough that both her braids fly over her shoulder and takes his hand, skipping along beside him as they head towards the nursery where he would get her her first drakkon of many.
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Saedii Gilwraeth: loves drakkon more than her Besh'mai
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This is my Roman Empire:
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In my head, when compiling the briefing that would be passed down Legion command, Zila did not mention that fact she was gonna shoot her roommate. Adams and De Stoy just had to do logic gymnastics to come up with a reason not to expel her from the Academy without creating a time paradox.
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Hey there. First off I’m absolutely loving ur work. Like the aus and the fanfics just bring me so much joy cuz there isn’t much Aurora Cycle stuff I can find. Second of all I was wondering if I could get some advice on writing as I’m going to write some x reader fanfics to do with the Aurora Cycle but I’m not sure how to get started. I would really appreciate your help. Have a lovely day/afternoon/evening/night and remember to eat and drink.✨
hello lovely! Thank you so much for this message, it made me so happy, which is a little bit why I have hoarded it in my inbox. This whole fandom is the absolute best and I'm so blessed to be a part of it.
As for the second part, my best advice is that you should practice. I have been reading/writing fanfic for almost a decade now and you only get better the more you practice. The best thing you can do is to just start and be forgiving with yourself bc it likely won't be as good as you want it to be right away.
I also find it helpful to think about what you want to write more generally, but allow yourself space to be lead. Characters are fickle things and sometimes you'll end up no where close to where you thought you'd be.
But, the fun thing about x reader fics is you're only bound by needing to keep one character in character (if you even wanna do that lol) so you can basically do whatever you want.
tl:dr of my advice - get inspired and go nuts.
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Can we have Some Saedii and Kal working out their childhood trauma please?
I have a couple of these.
There's one here. and another one here.
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*coughs*
So... We all agree that Zila is a total champ at bottling up.
So, my brain came up with this silly angsty prompt, and I wanted to propose it.
Zila going to a rage room for the very first time in her life and realizing she can let it all out in the most destructive way possible.
She may be a tiny winy stronger than either her or anyone else had realized
this is the best headcannon. I think it's gets less angsty if you imagine she makes them play classical music while she's at it so it just plays like a scene in a movie. Nari is very amused.
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