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Apollo form my kaiketsu zorori au
Apollo Roger s father i finally color him these are his colors he is unlike his own son he respect everyone, se potential on ohter animal races to learn magic close friend Of Frixio and Luna
sometimes he do thinks his son is a pain on the ass XD
febhyurary day 5 - color
the sylphs ever love a good bit of color and mischief. fortunately for them, eir-a, referred to fondly and wearily as the 'hearer of little solace' by sylph and gridanian alike, feels the same. they are not one to pass up a game.
???: Hahahaha... ???: The mighty slayer of Ifrit comes now to me. ???: ...With a countenance that bespeaks understanding. ???: An intriguing power, the Echo. I must needs choose my words with care. ???: Mayhap I might if I deign to speak in my guest's crude tongue. We meet at last. Lahabrea: I am Lahabrea of the Ascians, servant to the one true god. Lahabrea: Yours is a most fantastical tale. Truly absorbing. Lahabrea: It is a tale to tell Eorzea's children before bedtime. And it will soon be dark, Bringer of Light. Lahabrea: All that stands between this world and Darkness is an irksome anomaly in the aether─the Echo. Lahabrea: Yes...yours is a most fascinating tale. Lahabrea: Alas, like all good tales, it must needs come to an end. But fear not... Lahabrea: For the end of your tale is but the beginning of another... The tale of the Crystal's demise!
Frixio: When these ones summoned Lord Ramuh, these ones were gifted this crystal. This one would now bestow the crystal upon walking one as a symbol of these ones' trust. Frixio: <gasp> This one was not mistaken about walking one. Frixio: Walking one is destined to walk a fate far crueler than this one can imagine. Frixio: A brilliant light from within walking one enveloped the crystal─this one saw. Frixio: Mark this one well: that crystal will one day be of use to walking one. Walking one must keep that crystal safe at all times.
So Iyna did Thousand Maws of Toto-Rak, meeting Lahabrea and rescuing Frixio, and the things one forgets happened in that long cutscene everyone skips before the final boss, and then the elder’s words later at Little Solace.
And I do remember that line of Lahabrea’s is in the ARR launch trailer, too.
Anyway. Things that just seem interesting after the showcase announcement for Endwalker, not to mention...everything the WoL has been through, that proves Frixio’s words true.
fanart of my kaiketu zorori au
Frixio Zorondo s little brother father of Milly and Nelly age 16
Apollo Roger s father at age 16
Luna mother of Nelly and Milly at age 16
this ilustration is where the three teens found out where Luna s father Rudy is prisioned on what prison and finding a way to free him
this was in the past
Kaiketsu Zorori au
Chapter 1 the birth of our prankster king and wizard protagonist
Zororeene screams during the birth. Zorondo ron looks at his pocket watch for the 5th time since they started. he then looks up at the door to the hospital room he was waiting at.
Inside the room the birth labor continues.
Zororeene continues to scream while the doctor helps her. Zororeene grips the bed sheets as the labor continues. Zorondo Ron gets up and walks to the window looking at the sky.
inside the room the tiny head of a yellow fox cub was out.
Zororeene lets out a final scream of pain as the cub gets pulled out. the doctor cuts the cord before wrapping the cub in a towel and passing it over to Zororeene.
The fox cub was wailing out loud
Zororeene sobs, her tired arms trembling as she holds the wailing cub close. Her ears droop with exhaustion, but a wobbly smile breaks through.
"Shhh… shhh, it's okay," she whispers hoarsely. "I know… I know you're scared too…"
Outside, Zorondo Ron freezes at the first cry—his ears twitching toward the door like lightning rods. The pocket watch drops from his paw with a clatter.
He doesn’t run in.
Not yet.
But his breath hitches—for once in his life of flying fast and speaking faster—he can't move an inch without hearing that tiny voice again: "Waaah! Waaah!"
Zorondo was afraid of paternity because of his abuse past in hands of his father,he didn t pass the trauma about it but he need to pretend to be ok for Zororeene´s sake
memories of his own cruel father, feels almost paralyzed at the thought of becoming a parent himself.
His breathing becomes shallow as he leans against the wall, gripping the windowsill so tight his claws sink into the wood. "I… I don't know if I can do this…"
Zorondo was allowed to enter the room after a nurse told him he can enter
Zorondo Ron sucks in a shaky breath before slowly entering the room, each step feeling heavier than the last. His eyes find Zororeene, her face pale and covered in beads of sweat, cradling the whimpering cub.
He approaches the foot of the hospital bed, avoiding her gaze. Instead, he looks down at the bundle in her arms, feeling a mix of awe, fear, and guilt.
Zorondo Ron:..........
Zororeene looks up at Zorondo Ron, her eyes weary but knowing. She can see the turmoil in his face, the hesitation in his every move.
She softly pats the bed next to her, a silent invite for him to come closer.
"Sit," she says, her voice gentle despite the exhaustion. "I want you to meet our son."
Zorondo ron nodded
Zorondo Ron hesitantly takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to Zororeene. His heart pounds in his chest, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind—fear, responsibility, uncertainty.
Zororeene carefully unwraps the swaddling blankets, revealing the newborn cub within. His tiny fox face is scrunched up, still crying out between hiccups—but he seems to quiet a bit upon seeing Zorondo Ron.
Zorondo Ron:.........
Zororeene smiles softly, noticing the change in the cub's behavior. She gently holds out the fussy cub towards Zorondo Ron.
"Here… hold him."
Zorondo Ron's eyes widen, his paws trembling slightly as Zororeene carefully places the cub in his arms. The newborn is incredibly tiny—smaller than Zorondo Ron ever imagined. He cradles him awkwardly, his body tense as a board.
Zorondo Ron can t even to article no word deep inside he is still in fear being a father of a fox baby, he didn t blame the kid of course not that was not on his own mind but he is still fearing.
Zorondo Ron stares down at the cub, his breath shallow—his mind a storm of memories: Rufus' grip on his fur, the cold barrel of a gun pressed to his head as punishment for "disobedience,"
His claws tremble around the tiny fox baby. The cub stirs in his arms with a soft whimper—innocent eyes blinking up at him like he's supposed to know what to do.
"I… I can't…" Zorondo Ron chokes out before cutting himself off. His throat locks tight with panic.
He doesn't want this child hurt—not ever—but he also can't be that monster who raises one. Not when all he knows is how not to love right.
Tears burn behind Zororeene's tired gaze as she watches her husband struggle between fear and duty…
Zorondo ron:.........
Zororeene's heart breaks seeing Zorondo Ron's inner turmoil. She knows, more than anyone, the weight of his past—the shadows that still linger.
With what little strength she has, she reaches over, taking Zorondo Ron's paw in hers. Her tired eyes meet his, filled with tenderness but also understanding.
"Look at me," she whispers gently. "Just look at me."
Zorondo stare at her.
Zororeene's eyes lock onto Zorondo Ron's, the love and concern radiating from her gaze. Her grip tightens around his paw, anchoring him in the present.
"You are not your father," she murmurs, her voice unwavering, yet soft. "You are kind, you are strong, and you are nothing like him. Nothing."
Zorondo: i can t
Zororeene's heart aches hearing his words. She knows his fear isn't unfounded—the scars he carries run deep.
But she doesn't waiver. Instead, she gently rubs her thumb over his knuckles, her touch a silent reassurance.
"You can," Zororeene says firmly, her tired eyes never leaving his. "You already care for him, I can see it."
She nods towards the cub's soft, sleepy snores, then back to Zorondo Ron.
"See that? You've already broken the chain."
Zorondo ron: yes,but, im still in denial you know, how my past as kid was always abuse hits everywhere i do remember my father did abuse me,Frixio and my mother, that did made my mother divorce him and taking us away from him we lived in the magic country ass normal people but Frixio was good at magic he was mentored by Rudy and Crystal two 🦔🦔 wizards. Frixio did married his two mentors daughter Luna, he was the firt one to heal the trauma thanks to his wife s father
Zororeene listens closely to Zorondo Ron's words, her heart aching for the pain he carries. She squeezes his paw tighter, her eyes filled with empathy.
"I know," she whispers, her voice gentle but certain. "I know how your past has shaped you, and I understand your fears. But remember, you have a choice now—you're not that young, scared boy anymore."
She looks down to where the cub in his arms, still sleeping blissfully.
"And that little cub deserves the very best of you."
Zorondo; ..........
Zororeene waits, her gaze patient but unwavering. The silence stretches—heavy with the weight of Zorondo Ron's past and the tiny life now curled against his chest.
Then, ever so slightly…
The cub sneezes in his sleep.
A tiny "hic!" sound that makes Zorondo Ron freeze mid-breath. His ears flicker down instinctively as he stares at it—like it's a grenade about to go off.
"…Did he just…?"
His voice is rough with disbelief—not anger, not fear for once… just pure confusion at this weird little creature making noises on its own accord like some kind of broken clockwork toy.
And then?
A huff escapes him — almost laughter if he dared let himself feel something so light right now — before quickly schooling back into tension again when reality crashes over him: "This is my son."
He swallows hard around nothing but air while still staring dumbfounded between baby fox sneezes and maternal expectations piling onto shoulders already trembling under centuries' worth baggage from Rufus’ shadow looming large behind every single thought running through mind currently–
Zorondo ron:............
Zororeene can sense the change in Zorondo Ron; the subtle shift from crippling fear to bewildered realization.
As the cub sneezes again, a flicker of hope sparks in her eyes.
She slowly releases Zorondo Ron's paw, giving him space to navigate this uncharted territory. Her voice fills the room, quiet but commanding,
"Hold him close. Look at him."
She gestures to the tiny fox cub, unaware of his parent's internal war.
Zorondo stare at the cub ssleeping unable what to do
Zororeene observes Zorondo Ron's hesitation with a mixture of understanding and determination. She recognizes the battle within him—the ingrained fear clashing with the desire to do right. Without a word, she adjusts her position, shifting closer to Zorondo Ron.
"Touch his fur," she instructs gently. "Just your finger."
Zorondo touch the cub s fur
Zorondo Ron's calloused finger hovers for a second—then makes contact.
The cub’s fur is impossibly soft, warm from sleep, and… it moves slightly under his touch as the tiny fox exhales in its dreams.
A choked sound escapes Zorondo Ron—not quite a sob, not quite relief—just pure disbelief that something so fragile exists because of him. His breath hitches when the cub nuzzles instinctively into his fingertip like it knows him already.
"…He doesn't even flinch," he mutters hoarsely. "Not scared at all."
For once? Neither is he.
(And maybe that changes everything.)
Zorondo ron: i can try it but i don t think im capable to had a bond with it
Zororeene's heart aches for Zorondo Ron's vulnerability, that raw, open admission of fear. She scoots closer, her gaze soft but firm.
"You underestimate yourself," she says with conviction. "Love—real, profound love—it's not about being perfect. It's about try."
She gestures to the tiny fox cub, still blissfully unaware.
"He's not expecting perfection. He just needs… your presence, your attempt. Can you give him that?"
Zorondo ron:......
Zororeene waits, giving Zorondo Ron the space to grapple with his emotions, his fear, his doubt. She doesn't push, doesn't fill the silence with reassurances. Instead, she holds his gaze, a steadfast presence amid the chaos in his mind.
The cub, completely oblivious to the gravity of this moment, squirms in its sleep, tiny paws reaching up towards Zorondo Ron.
Zorondo ron:......
Zororeene waits, giving Zorondo Ron the space to grapple with his emotions, his fear, his doubt. She doesn't push, doesn't fill the silence with reassurances. Instead, she holds his gaze, a steadfast presence amid the chaos in his mind.
The cub, completely oblivious to the gravity of this moment, squirms in its sleep, tiny paws reaching up towards Zorondo Ron.
Zorondo ron:………!
Zororeene sees the shift in Zorondo Ron's expression—the surprise, the hint of uncertainty. She follows his gaze to the cub, now wriggling sleepily in his arms.
"He's… reaching for you," she says softly.
The cub, still wrapped in sleepy innocence, seems to be stretching out a tiny paw, its tiny claws extended almost instinctively towards Zorondo Ron.
*He wants *you.
Zorondo ron (oh shit) on his mind
Zororeene sees the panic flash in Zorondo Ron's eyes—the sheer, "oh shit" realization that this tiny creature already instinctively seeks him. Her heart clenches.
But she doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t tease.
Instead? She leans forward and presses her forehead gently against his arm, a quiet anchor as the cub keeps stretching toward him—tiny claws grasping at nothing but air like it knows exactly who he is: Father.
(And maybe that terrifies Zorondo Ron more than anything else.)
Zorondo: he needs a name
Zororeene freezes for a second—then her eyes light up with cautious hope.
A name? That’s progress. That means he's thinking of this cub as real, as something that will be part of their lives beyond just "oh shit."
She tilts her head, considering the sleeping fox in Zorondo Ron's arms—the tiny ears, the scrunched-up nose.
"Something strong," she murmurs thoughtfully, "but kind… like you."
Zorondo: he needs a name
Zororeene pulls back slightly to look at Zorondo Ron, the cub still fussing in his arms.
"He does," she agrees with a soft smile. "A good name, one that fits him."
She reaches out, running a gentle hand over the cub's fur. When she looks up at Zorondo Ron again, there's a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Any ideas?"
Zorondo Ron: Zorori
Zororeene's breath catches for a second—her eyes widening slightly at the name. Then, slowly, her expression softens into something unbearably tender.
"Zorori…" she repeats quietly, testing the weight of it.
The cub stirs in Zorondo Ron’s arms as if hearing his new name called aloud for the first time—tiny nose scrunching before letting out a sleepy yawn.
A beat passes before Zororeene leans in closer to whisper: "It suits him."
(And maybe? It suits him, too—the fox who finally stops running.)
to be continued ilustrations will coming soon
