Terra Appreciation Week: Day 1- Favorite Relationship

                          “And now whatever way our stories end                                 I know you have re-written mine                                          By being my friend…”

Analysis: When Terra finds out Aqua has been spying on him, he bitterly thinks he can no longer count on anyone. Aqua and Eraqus are obvious reasons, but couldn’t he able to rely on Ven? On the Destiny Islands, worried about her and friends’ future, Aqua asks Terra what is going to become of the way finder trio’s friendship. Not ‘Ven, Terra’. Terra.  

Conclusion: Terra and Aqua rely and depend on each other in a way neither of them do with Ven. Aqua depends on Terra to keep their friendship group *cough*cough*family*cough*cough* together, and Terra depends on Aqua to be there for him. To be on his side. 

I love those two as well, so it’s under a read more! ;A;

Chapter I // Of All the Taverns in the World, She Walked into Mine

Notes; Written for the bae, void-earth , because there will be fluff (and maybe smut) in later chapters and I have a thing for petite Aqua wearing giant armor like its nothing hot damn 

Ships; Terra x Aqua

Summary;; A fantasy AU with Knight!Aqua and Tavern Boy!Terra. // Terra’s looking to see more of the world, to become a great adventurer but he’s restricted by the very Tavern that his father runs. However, when a Knight in blue hair walks in, she offers to help his dreams come true, but is she truly ready to teach Terra?

Warnings; Blood mention

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The continuous jingle of armor was difficult to ignore, and the young woman fully dressed inside the bundle of metal was even harder to look away from. She wandered into the Tavern with little interest to onlookers, ruffling her messy blue strands of hair when she pulled her helmet off. Shortly after, with one last chorus of scraping metal, she sat down at the bar. Terra, who had been watching the young knight make herself comfortable, idly stood across the room with starstruck eyes. Not because of the blood on her bodice, as most knights often came with gore covered armor, but because the young woman in the armor looked barely older than himself. In fact, she almost looked younger than him, and he couldn’t help but grow curious. He also couldn’t help but grow jealous. Jealous of her ability to travel, to see daring sights, while he was nothing more than a boy working for his father. A boy saving up enough coin to travel, to see the world in the way she could see it every day.