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The only impossible journey is the one you never begin.🌙

Just a king and his fancy bird💯

(Adding to this)

-Karim getting humbled, AGAIN, and staying humbled this time

-Soren going to save Corvus (I so want them to get together this way)

-Amaya and Janai being two badass queens

- How the writers deal w Aravos (I rly hope they build up is worth the pay off and I'm SO curious to know how the writers do it)

Things i'd like to see in S7:

-sorvus begin canon. This is not a thing I'd like to see. It's something i NEED to happen

-Claudia and Terry have an happy ending (I'm not very optimistic about this... but both deserve it tbh)

-THE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN EZRAN AND RUNAAN. I mean, Ezran would be happy for Rayla obv, BUT HE KILLED HIS FATHER

-Runaan and Ethari reunion

- More flashbacks from Leola! (that little autistic unicorn deserved better btw)

-Rayllum! And how Rayla will absolutely fail to kill Callum and Callum obviously won't put the greater good before Rayla! (I'll cry so much in season 7)

-the mother of Soren

-how the fuck Corvus got that scar. I need to know. Please

I bet Destiny has a blacklist, and if it does, then Callum is N° 1.

I mean, imagine losing three parents, being bullied by your dad's best friend's son, not fitting in anywhere, and just when you think you finally belong somewhere, you have to give it up because 'it's not your destiny.' Then, you're forced to go on a dangerous adventure, traumatic enough to make three seasons of a series out of it—all of that before even turning 16.

And don't even get me started on the second arc—

Like, the guy's not even old enough to drink alcohol, but he's already made a bunch of wrong decisions.

Love long lost

Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

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[Angst]

Warnings: None that come to mind.

This one shot is based off of a prompt by @jellyfishxxi

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Do you ever have memories of things that never happened? Memories that don't even seem to be yours but in certain moments they appear before you like a flashback. You know it can't be a dream, but it almost feels like one with how otherworldly they seem and how they mostly seem to attack when the moon is high and the stars shine brightly above the land, decorating every inch of the sky in ethereal light as they paint pictures with one another. I hate them. For some reason I can't stand the sight of the stars due to the overwhelming dread I feel gazing at them. It almost feels like guilt oddly enough and not knowing. god's, not knowing makes me hate it even more.

The sound of our footsteps echoes through the thick forest surrounding the kingdom Katolis.

” I can’t believe it's been two years since we left this place..” I hear Rayla say to me as we approach the bottom of the cliff that supports the mighty castle atop it, “I know it feels like it's been longer than that right?” I ask with a small chuckle as I catch the climbing sickle Rayla tosses me, getting a grip on it I take the first jump stabbing the blade into the rock as we climb

“Yeah I suppose it could feel that way.” she stops for a moment taking another leap up the cliffside i follow “I just wonder if we will still be welcome here after how we left,” she says a large hint of uncertainty following her tone as she speaks.

I understand her concerns well, especially considering the circumstances of our little disappearance. Two years ago shortly after the fight at the storm spire I had been wide awake unable to sleep due to another one of those pesky memories, and went out for a little walk in the castle during said walk I found my dear friend Rayla attempting to sneak out of a window, and with some convincing i got her to allow me to join her. I know it was hard on her. That night she left a lot behind like her love, her friendship, and the trust she shared with the others, especially Callum. But even though we were both struggling we persisted to try and find Viren and Claudia. Unfortunately, we are coming back empty-handed.

I stop climbing for a moment to catch my breath looking at her “Hey. I’m sure that's not the case, despite our leaving they are still our friends I'm sure they will understand once we explain our reasonings.” I tell her with a small grin

“Even Callum?” she asks me with an unsure expression

“Yeah, knowing him you will be fine,” I respond with a chuckle

That was 2 days ago

things didn't go as planned. we arrived slipping inside the castle I went straight to the kitchen and Rayla to the fancy new high mage office to see Callum, and the next morning when she met me outside to go to the Welcoming of Queen Zubeia and Zym she told me all about it, to say the least, it sounded awkward and I'm happy I didn't have to bare witness with my own eyes to that interaction. Then of course when everyone was having a nice peaceful time the news came, in the form of ibis’s last breath. And we made haste to Xadia

. We waited in the storm spire for the others to arrive. when I see the magical-looking glass that made them fall behind I get a horrible feeling of deja vu and have to steady myself to not lose my balance. As I see my reflection in it next to the others a strong feeling of dread and guilt overwhelm every sense I have. As I listen to the story Zubeia tells, I can't help but feel it's familiar in some way. But before I can take too much time to dwell on things a roar sounds from the throat of the mighty queen of dragons as she calls upon a storm to block us from the sun's view, as the light fades a new glow replaces it as the Mirror replaces its view of us all with a rather lavish room and a rather surprised looking startouched elf.

Seeing him froze me. Not from fear but from the fact that he was so familiar, and the way his gaze circled the room, and when his eyes turned to me he looked at me with sheer Hatred. With a wave of his hand, Callum started choking and dropped to the floor. None of us could think we were all stuck but Rayla was able to speak. and she held her hand out with uncertainty, “Callum-” she began to ask before his head snapped towards her his eyes black as a void. Aaravos waves his hand once more behind the mirror and Callum begins to stand jerking like a puppet on strings. We all take a step back, Once Callum stands fully his movements smoothen up once again and he stares into the mirror blankly his eyes turning into an iridescent white. Aaravos then smirks, and so does Callum.

Moments pass and Callum's possessed body paces back and forth his head facing down and his hands tucked neatly behind his back as we look on at the scene with disturbed and confused faces. None of us know what to do in the moment, And none of us dare take a step. That is until Ezren attempts to step toward his brother, Not getting more than an inch before Soren places a hand in front of him stopping the young king from stepping closer, suddenly Callum’s body turns to face Queen Zubeia, raising his head with a smirk on his face and a voice that's not his own “Zubeia~ you haven't aged a bit you look as Young, and ravishing as the day you betrayed me.” Zubeia huffs angrily a cloud of smoke escaping from her nostrils, as he continues speaking “So sorry to hear of your mate's untimely, and tragic passing.” He mocks before Aaravos turns Callum, his meat puppet to face the rest of us.

“So these Are the champions you've gathered to try and stop me? They are nothing but pathetic children.” he chuckles a bit before approaching Ezren and looking down at him

“The whining child king who is way over his head,” he leans down a bit “and he knows it.” Ezren looks down and I place a hand on his shoulder pulling him back as I draw my sword and raise it to Callum's possessed body. Aaravos sighs, raising Callum's hand and using two fingers to move the tip of my blade aside with an eye roll “I'll get to you later.” he sneers before turning and walking up to Rayla getting in her face a bit with a mocking grin “ahh the Moonshadow assassin who- can this be right” he turns his head away from her for a moment before looking her right in the eyes “is incapable of killing?” he lingers for a moment before turning away from her, as he turns Rayla looks down with a frown and I take as step forward Ezren stopping me as Soren did him moments prior, i look down at him and frown but take step back nonetheless.

Callum's possessed body approaches Soren “the failed son,” he says with a condescending grin as Soren looks on with Frustration “whose father wishes he was never born. And finally You.” He snaps his head towards me with a twitch as he approaches me quickly placing the palm of his hand under my chin and curling his fingers up, Digging his fingers into my cheeks harshly and pulling me closer to him, I attempt to use my arm to smack his hand off of me but before my hit can make contact he grabs my arm with his freehand and hold it in the air cutting off my circulation as I let out a muffled scream of frustration and pain. He lets out a dark chuckle “And you.” he repeats as he flashes me a chilling grin

“Aaravos stop this, She doesn't remember anything!” Zubeia jumps in with a snarl.

Aaravos makes Callum's body turn to face the Dragon queen just slightly, not releasing his grip on my face or wrist in fact he tightens them. “ You think I don't know that!” he snaps at her before looking back at me “But have no worries I'll make her remember,” he says his sickening smile returning, As I struggle in his grasp.

I feel like a mouse caught by the tail in a cat's mouth, squirming and writhing to escape. The thing is even though the mouse is aware its attempts are unlikely to make any sort of difference in the outcome of this unfortunate circumstance. It believes it might as well make life a tad more annoying for the cat before it's devoured.

“Remember what?” I attempt to shout, it's quite difficult and it comes out muffled but he still chuckles darkly, letting me know he understood every bit.

“Why how about I just show you,” he smirks disturbingly as he releases my wrist and raises his hand, his palm glows with a blue light. Even before the blood can return to my hand I start fighting to escape his grip as he attempts to place his hand on my forehead, but no matter how much I kick and scream and punch at him he doesn't budge. eventually wrestling me to the ground.

it feels like a snake that wraps its victims in its tail, strangling them to death. But this snake has no tail just hands the hands of my dear friend that He uses as a flesh puppet for his bidding,

In my last attempts at fighting, I catch a glimpse of the others. I see Rayla jump forward with her blades drawn only for Soren to grab her with both arms and keep her still. As I look back up at Callum the last thing I see isn't even him anymore, all I see is Aaravos and blue light as he places his palm on my forehead.

The feeling of burning is almost funny because blue is normally seen as a cold and calming color yet the magic that it uses burns, it burns a lot. it burns so hot that I think my flesh could seer off the bone, I scream in agony as scenes flash before my eyes. Fading in and out and then in again before I feel my consciousness slip away and blue light engulfs my vision. One of the last things I feel is my face being released and the stinging pain of it. The last thing I hear is a dark chuckle, and a crack as I hear my head hit the hard stone.

The sight of two stars

Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

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{Fluff}

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I had this idea for a while about Aaravos with a reader who likes to find constellations on his skin and I started this oneshot expecting it to take a completely different path but I love how it turned out and I'm low key proud with the idea. The execution is not my best work but we have fun here!😂. Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy! I hope this will be able to hold you over for a few more days as I have 3 more one shots/images in the making that should come out shortly! Anyway, it's almost 3 am and I have to drive for 5 hours back home tomorrow 😭.

(ps:I had to make up a constellation for this that sounded more magical so I did! But all the other constellations are either from the show or a real constellation!)

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I have always loved the night sky And everything that belongs to it. I've especially always been drawn to constellations. The way the stars are set just perfectly to make a work of art when in reality they are so far from one another that they are not aware that their portrait is beautiful in a way.

It's been so long since I was able to gaze upon them. Being imprisoned for centuries with no windows or fresh air is a burden in itself, But losing my Night sky, it almost felt like I had lost myself. Well, I didn't lose all of myself. My lovely husband keeps me Sane (When he's not driving me Insane).

He's the reason I’m here in the first place. What is it with dragons anyway, It was just a couple of war crimes and whatnot, And I wasn't even involved. With the crimes that is. yes, I may have given my lovely starman some ideas every once in a while, But I never got my hands dirty. I was just a performer, Singing and dancing in town squares, Taverns, inns you name it. But alas here we are. Here I am. Stuck in this hell, with no sky, just that Damned mirror. I hate that mirror, Well I hate being in range of that mirror. To know someone could be watching me from the other side unnerves me and I avoid it at all cost.

I hear the door open to the room I have placed myself in, another room in this prison. It's a little library with books on all sorts of things. it's my favorite spot in this wretched place. My little slice of heaven.

I glance up from my book watching Aaravos enter the room with that cloak on, I can’t help but love the way he looks in it, and with the way I look at him, I’m worse than any man.

“My love, Why do you gaze at me in such a way? I can feel your eyes from here” He teases, taking his cloak off and hanging in on a small hook by the tall doors before looking over at me with that Smirk he gives. I love this elf but by the Divines why must he do this?

I shake my head with a chuckle, placing my bookmark in the spot I left off before closing my book. Setting it down gently on the table beside the little sofa I've curled up on. “ Am I not allowed to admire you?.’ I jokingly ask with a small grin as I allow him to take a seat beside me.“So how was your dramatic entrance? Did that Dark mage see you this time like you wanted?” I ask turning to face him resting my arm on the back of the sofa and using my hand to prop up my head.

“Everything went according to plan. His candle went out. I went in, confused him, and left. Just as Intended.” He tells me with a cocky smile.

“Now everything should fall into place, he’s a curious desperate, power-hungry human. That is just the combination we are looking for if we wish to get out of here.” I say with some excitement,

“but my love do not get cocky yet because if one little piece is lost, broken, or forgotten, we will be stuck here. And If we are stuck in here for another century I will skin you alive.” I warn with a stern expression before I chuckle a bit.

He laughs a bit “ No you wouldn’t, 'cause then you would be all alone in this place and we both know you couldn't take that.” He says pulling me closer to his side.

“What are you talking about? Some peace and quiet would be lovely. Maybe then I could finish my book.” I joke as I adjust to get a bit more comfortable. “Ah yes, what book are you reading currently again? It was something to do with the differences between human interpretations of constellations and Elven interpretations correct?” he asks genuinely curious about my interest,

He remembers my love of the night like no other, for he loved it as well. but now it's hard to remember what it's like. Of course, there are illustrations in the books but those illustrations can only capture so much, yes some books do better than others but the true beauty of the night sky can only truly be appreciated in person. Well, maybe something can come close.

“Yes that's right, and honestly humans need to get a bit more creative. I mean they Named Garlath the Annihilator the Big Spoon… Because they thought it looked like a spoon." I say with sarcasm as I roll my eyes. “ and also they call Leolas' last wish the South Star. Talk about imagination.'' I speak with disappointment. Aaravos just simply chuckles “Those names the humans gave them came to be long before this generation, they are simple and easy for their minds to comprehend but I do agree they were quite lazy.” he says in agreement.

I think he gives them too much credit. but what can I say I lost patience with humans during my time performing. Aaravos on the other hand has plenty, but then again he was more respected by them due to the whole giving them magic ordeal which I understand but still, humans are like an annoying younger sibling. you love them and would do what you could to protect them from others, but you would definitely rip their vocal cord out and strangle them with it as soon as they call you ugly.

I sigh “Perhaps I'm a bit harsh on them sometimes, but I can't help it. I feel like I'm losing my mind here, I'm not even sure how much time has passed anymore.” I explain as I absentmindedly trace little patterns on his freckled arm that rests around my waist, as I'm doing this a particularly bright star freckle brings my mind back into focus and I notice something. “Wait a moment…” I say suddenly as Aaravos gives me a confused look “What is it?” he asks simply before I place my thumb over the spot on his arm to not lose it reaching over I grab my book and open it to a certain page leaving him to his confusion as i scan the books page.

“Aha! I thought that looked familiar, darling." I say lifting my thumb off the spot on his arm and placing the book's page next to it. The page has an illustration of a constellation on it, and it just so happens that the little star freckles on his arm connect to make the same one. “Hm well isn't that interesting? I had not noticed that none yet ” he says, grabbing the book from my hand to examine it.

“ Well it says that it's called the eye of Izora, it has 8 stars on top making the upper eyelid, and 5 stars that make up the bottom. The iris is made up of 4 stars in between with the pupil being a completely different constellation (Leola’s last wish). The eye has 7 stars above it making it appear as though the eye has three separate eyelashes with another 7 on the bottom doing the same. In the human kingdoms, it's not known” he reads with a hint of interest. He looks between the book and the spot on his wrist where I found the constellation.

“ isn't that interesting? Oh, I just love finding new ones they are harder to find on you than they are on me for some reason.." I tell you with a grin, snatching the book back. I search through the pages as I scan the rest of his arm looking for more connections. this is one of my favorite things to do, I've found plenty of constellations on myself but with Aaravos they are harder to find because he has a lot more stars on him then I do and they make it harder to connect them,

Minutes pass before I find another new one… It was right in front of us but my eyes couldn't make it out right away. “I see one right there but I can't make out what that one is, It's definitely something though. Can you tell what it is?” I ask Aaravos looks at it for a moment, tilting his head to the side a bit trying to get another angle to look at it but failing.

he seems to think for a moment before he grabs a quill out of the inkpot that sits on the end table next to the sofa, he places the tip of the quill on his skin tracing in between the stars on his arm. As I look through the book I hear him hum “It looks like a scorpion look it up in the book I think we finally found it.” he says, showing me the connected lines.

“I think you're right.” I say glancing at his armbefore turning to the next page and seeing the scorpion-like constellation, it matches the one on his arm and I grin “We found it, I knew it was around here somewhere, we all have our star sign on us, yours just was hiding all these years.” I laugh and he does too “I found it once before I believe but I lost it and didn't find it again until now.” he says holding it up

“ well maybe once we get out of here you should get it tattooed so you don't lose where it is again.” I joke And Aaravos laughs a bit “My love you know I would never do that, it's not my style, besides I am already vastly decorated anyways.’ he says in a kind of sassy tone. As we both laugh some more

As the day? Night? Carried on We both continued our search for more constellations on his skin. It wasn't long before we had mapped out at least a dozen from his wrist to his shoulder connecting the stars with thin lines of writing ink that was smudging in some places but neither of us cared because this was one of the few moments where neither of us are frantically searching or planning. It was just us, then again it's always just us, but moments like this bring us back to reality when we didn't even realize we were drifting away from ourselves, and each other. I know we are gonna make it out of this prison one day, and once we do I know it's going to be just the two of us against all of Xadia. But that's ok I know we will be able to take care of it. And at least I'll have my night sky back.

Love long lost Pt2

Aaravos x Fem!reader

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Warnings: blood, wounds, depicted Self inflicted wounds,

Hey my little goblins guess what time it is! Time for my ass to post part 2!! I am honestly loving this little mini series so I've decided a part 3 maybe 4 will be seen in the near future lol. Anyways I hop you all enjoy and thank you for your patience also I will be @ ing all the folks who ask me to!

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It takes a moment for my eyes to open again but when they don't see the stone walls of the storm spire, No all I see is that I am in an old Human tavern, As I look around everything has a blue tint-like that of the magic that Aarvos used on me, looking around i see large groups of human and elves sitting at tables, drinking, talking, and listening to the upbeat music, I can even smell the various foods being Cooked in the back the rich scents wafting about and mixing assisting in making the atmosphere even more warm and inviting.

I walk through the tavern and head to the front bar and take a seat in front of the barmaid. I don't know where I am, it seems familiar but I just can't place it. I need to know why Aaravos sent me here and why.

“ Hey, there miss, busy night huh?” I ask the barmaid, earning no response. Maybe she just didn't hear me over the music, I think to myself so I decided it best to possibly try and ask again. “ hey miss, it sure is a busy night huh?” I ask once more. The barmaid does not react at all and I start to wonder if she even knows it there. She has to know I’m there. I'm sitting right in front of her, maybe she just isn't in the talking mood. I think to myself as I stand up, I walk over to a human man who is sitting at a table with some other people and way my hand in front of his face earning no response. He just continues talking to the other folks at the table, and that's when the panic starts to seep in.

I run table to table seat to seat tapping, screaming, hitting everyone I see but I get no reaction each time, no one in the tavern can see me, hear me, or feel me. I am simply a phantom in this place. Once I've exhausted my options I run to the door of the tavern and try to yank it open to no avail, I tug and pull, kick, punch, and scratch at the door until my nails are shredded and bleeding alongside my knuckles, leaving bloody scratch marks on the tavern door as I weep, not just because of the pain I've inflicted upon myself in the moment, but because I am trapped in this place alone and scared. What makes it even worse is that Aaravos put me here and I still have no idea why.

A few moments pass and I wipe my tear-stained face, and take a seat at a darkened table in the back of the tavern. It almost seems like the light from the firepit in the middle of the room is too fearful to illuminate the spot . Once I take my seat the sound of the music in the tavern is changed to a more eerie circus-like sound as one of the bards step onto the stones surrounding the firepit. It appears he is a moonshadow elf mage. Suddenly he casts a spell and The room dims slightly as he begins to speak.

“My good friends old and new, We have a special show for you tonight, filled with frights, lights, and One of the most beautiful creatures of the night. You know her,you love her, she's the one and only Y/n!” he says as a black sheet appears on the floor in front of him. The mage sprinkles some sort of powder onto the sheet before grabbing the corner of it. The mage lifts the sheet spinning it elaborately, sending the purple dust into the air of the tavern giving the little light in the dim room a purple glow before he dramatically throws the sheet into the air, revealing an elven girl dressed as a dancer. Posing in the middle of the room as the whole tavern erupted into cheers.

“y/n?..” I ask myself, I'm confused in every way possible, but before I can think about what I'm witnessing I hear someone speak.

“Amature magic at its best.” I hear an oddly familiar voice say beside me, I jump in my seat turning my head so fast I could have broken my neck. I know that voice anywhere but could it be? My whole body freezes in place as I stare at the figure In the seat next to me, they are wearing a very elaborate cloak with an odd symbol on the hood. They are sipping from a tankard, with their eyes glued to the girl in the middle of the room. But just as I look back to the middle of the room the performer turns her head and everything goes black.

I awakened once more in a forest, it had the same blue haze as the tavern did but this time it was lighter than before. I spin around slowly taking in my surroundings but stop suddenly. Right in front of me is a small pond in a small clearing of the forest, it is surrounded by many types of Xadian flowers and plants being illuminated by the moonlight that is cast upon the small pond’s waters, and standing beside the pond with their back facing me is that same cloaked figure from the tavern.

Suddenly I hear a voice quite like mine call out in a whispered shout, “Aaravos is that you?” the voice says, the cloaked figure turns around and takes down their hood revealing the familiar elf, he looked nothing like he did when I saw him through the mirror, his skin is a more vibrant purple and the star freckles on his face glow brighter than they had when I saw him, his hair is neater and pulled out of his face, its held in place by a golden circlet. He looks divine and ethereal, he almost looks like he shouldn't belong to Xadia, but some far-away planet that we could never even dream of.

I turn around to see the elven performer girl from the tavern, this time I can see her face clearly she looks like me.., but I only see her for a moment as a smile creeps onto her face and she runs to him wrapping her arms around his neck, he returns the embrace and her smile as he wraps his arms around her waist and spins her around for a moment as their laughter intertwined with the wind. She shares my voice and from what I saw my face. But how can this be, Who is she? I wonder as I watch the scene play out. But once her feet touch the ground, their laughter fades and it all goes black once more.

This time I woke up in a cave. I take a moment to gather myself and let my eyes adjust to the darkened area before I feel comfortable to stand. I hastily make my way to the cave entrance and look out and see the edge of a new forest. I hear a loud crack and snap my head in the direction of the sound. I can't make out much but the light the stars provide is enough to illuminate two silhouetted figures moving through the trees in a panic. the taller one dragging the other by the wrist as they run, I have a good idea by now of who those two figures are and I am proven correct when they enter the cave.

They are both visibly disheveled with her hair being knotted with twigs leaves and mud, her clothing is freshly ripped and torn, and she has cuts, bruises, and blood scattered along her skin. His appearance is similar, but his hair is less messy and his clothing is more dirty than tattered, though they share the same amount of wounds it seems. “Aaravos…What did you do.” the girl says wiping away tears but smearing the blood and dirt on her skin more by accident. He doesn't respond to her, he just looks away avoiding eye contact. She visibly gets frustrated and shoves him with all the force she can muster as she chokes out a sob. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” She screams at him through tears.

He still doesn't look at her nor does he respond. He doesn't even seem affected by her shove or screams, he just stands there. She approaches him once more and hits his chest “YOU BASTARD TELL ME WHAT YOU DID! WHY? WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME.” she screams again, I jump back When all of a sudden he snaps back “ I DID WHAT NEEDED TO BE DONE!” he screams back at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her into the cave wall behind them as she chokes out another sob. “Let go, please… Let go, it hurts.” she cries. He drops her and she collapses onto the ground as he turns his back to her slamming his fists into the cave's jaggad walls. He didn't flinch once his blood started pouring out of the wounds he just placed his head against his bloody forearm and let it bleed, as his love cried in the background.

Then once more the scene went dark. But this time i did not appear in another memory.

I feel myself being shaken awake “y/n! y/n wake up are you ok? Y/n! Guys she's waking up!” I hear Raylas voice call out as my eyes drift open. I take a sharp breath as I come to and I shoot upright. Grabbing onto Raylas shoulder for support and i take in deep rapid breaths i feel a stinging on my forehead and when i reach up to touch it,it burns my fingertips. When i get my bearings I look around at everyone with a fearful,and shocked expression.

“You guys aren't gonna believe me when I tell you what I just saw.”

Love long lost Pt3

Aaravos x Fem!reader

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Warnings: None that I can think of but I finished writing this as I was having a interesting mental time so I honestly don't think no shit anymore 😭

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I stand looking into the broken shards of the mirror, it's only been a couple of hours yet, The burning Mark of my forehead remains, a sigil that emanates a blue glow that burns anything that comes close to it.

We tried removing it, wiping it, erasing it with one of Callum's spells, yet it stayed. I’m about to ask Rayla to lend me her blade so I can cut it off. I want nothing more to do with it, I want to forget what I saw, forget Aaravos, and go home. Wherever that may be.

As I stare at my reflection, And the mirror that Aaravos broke, I can't help but think about those scenes. They were cryptic, disturbing, and yet beautiful. When I woke I had the intention of telling the group what was presented to me in those visions but my voice was caught in my throat. I wish I had known what to say but the words would not bring themselves to me.

“Hey, Y/n” I whip around turning to the voice in surprise, realizing it's just Callum I let out a sigh of relief. “Oh hey, Callum.” I say turning back to the mirror “Did you need something?” I ask him, ever since I woke up I've avoided him, even though the actions were not his own, But those of Aaravos, I still can't bring myself to look at him after he was the last thing I saw before being tormented by those visions, I feel horrible but the back of my mind blames him for even bringing that mirror in the first place if he would have just left it none of this would have happened. But then again we wouldn't know what we were up against if he hadn't. I still can't get those faces out of my mind, I want answers and I think I know who I might have to ask to get them.

“Yeah, I kind of did.” Callum says rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “I wanted to check up on you and apologize for what happened earlier.” he tells me taking a couple more steps before sitting on a rock, I nod my head looking at him in one of the broken shards of the mirror before turning to face him.

“It's fine Callum. You didn't have control of yourself, therefore your actions were not yours and I forgive you." I say with a small reassuring smile as I take a seat beside him on the rock. I can’t avoid Him forever. So I might as well forgive him.

He nods his head to me, “It was horrifying not being able to control my body or my voice. It was like I was a puppet with strings around my limbs. I mean I was forced to hurt my friends and my brother, and what he made me do to you.. I’m just really sorry Y/n i just can't say it enough.” he says placing his head in his hands before rubbing his temples in a stressed-out manner,

“ Callum, like I said it's ok I forgive you. You're one of my closest friends. I know you are goodhearted, there's no need to build a case for yourself. I understand completely.” I say patting him on the back a bit in a comforting manner.

For a few moments, we sit like that, before Callum lifts his head to look at me. “Y/n if you don't mind me asking ... What did you see when Aaravos made me use that spell on you?” he asks with a bit of hesitance resting in his tone like he was afraid to even mention that moment that happened but a few hours ago. It's understandable. Everything is still so fresh in our minds, I can remember each word, each movement, hell I can even remember the hue of the colors in the room at the time,And how the light hit them.

Still, I can't help but let out a sigh as the visions flash through my mind, the last scene in particular sticking with me, the sound of the cries and the screams. God they won't leave my mind they haunt me at every moment. I shake my head a bit to hopefully disperse my thoughts, sadly it goes in vain as they stay clear as the night sky that seems to shine particularly bright tonight to my great displeasure.

I lower my gaze to some loose pebbles at our feet as I speak. “ I saw him, Aaravos. But it was different, he was different and he was with a woman in each scene I saw him in. It felt like I was seeing the past.” I tell Callum, returning my gaze to him once more. “What do you mean by scene?” he asks with confusion.

“ you know, like I saw multiple visions.” I explain rolling my foot around on the pebbles

“The first one I saw him in a tavern, hidden in the very back, then this performer showed up. But the scene changed before I got a good look at her. That's when this happened.” I say showing him my now bandaged fingers from when I had clawed at the tavern door. He uncomfortably shifts away from my wounded hands, the image of them being torn up and me clawing on a wooden door making him cringe at the thought.

“Then I finally got a good look at them in the second vision. I recognized the girl by her outfit at first, I had recognized Aaravos by his voice at the tavern so I already knew it was him. In my vision, they were meeting up in the woods, pretty secretly from the looks of it.” I told Callum.

“What kind of secret? Like kidnapper secret or evil ‘Let's destroy the world plans’ secret?’ he asks and I laugh

“ no no, neither it looked like it was more of a lover's way, and that was only confirmed by my third and final vision,” I explained with a grin. It feels good to tell someone about what I saw. I know it wasn't that long ago but ever since I woke up it has been eating me alive, and this mark has been burning.

“ Well, what happened in your third vision?” Callum asks with an intrigued expression.

“Well I woke up in a cave, and then they ran in all torn up, and she started screaming at him, and he wouldn't respond to her until she yelled at him once more and he screamed back and then the vision ended with his slamming his arms into the wall as she cried on the cave floor. I woke up before I could get any more answers.” I explain with a groan. “ It's just none of it makes any sense. I don't understand why I was shown any of that though. It all was so random, none of those things fit together." I say with frustration as I kick one of the pebbles by our feet away to an unknown location in the storm spire.

Callum seems to be in deep thought, in a moment it seems as though a light went off in his brain and he grabs his sketchbook. “ Here just out of curiosity would you describe what Aaravos and the woman looked like?” he asks as he readies his pencil. “ not sure how much help that would be but I suppose I could.” I agree. I can't think of how a drawing of them could help us in any way but I decided I can afford to humor Callum for a little while.

Little time passes as we sit there, as I describe the two people I can see Callum's face shift with concentration. But as I describe the elf woman, his face starts to slowly get more confused and he starts to dart his eyes back and forth between me and the drawing frequently. “ Is something wrong My friend?” I ask abruptly, Callum's head shoots up to look at me then I get back to the drawing and then to me once more. “ Well, nothing's wrong… I guess it's just…” he pauses for a minute before he holds the sketch up next to my face. “ with what you've described to me, it ended up looking like…” he trails off for a moment before pointing to the mirror, I'm able to see my reflection in the broken shards, the drawing is indeed the woman I saw, and yes I thought she looked a little bit like me when I saw her. But seeing her next to me I quickly realized that she did not only look like me, and sound like me. She was me.

She was me, and I didn't know how. These visions were not mine, but they felt so real like they couldn't be anything but a memory and I can't think of a reason Aaravos would fight so hard to show me visions that are not real. Thinking of it now he seemed to know me well, And the way he spoke to me with such personal hatred only confirmed it. But Zubeia had told us all that it's been over a century since Aaravos’s imprisonment, so how could he hate someone he doesn't know?

I’m pulled out of my thoughts by Callum announcing to me he's done with the drawing. I hadn't even noticed it wasn't being held up to my face anymore. As I turn to Callum he shows me the drawing. And it's a replica of both Aaravos and the mysterious woman from my vision.

“ That's exactly right, you did well.” I compliment Him as he smiles a bit, ripping the drawing out of his sketchbook and handing it to me. I thank him as I look at the drawing before an idea pops into my mind. “ Hey Callum, do you know if Queen Zubeia is here at the moment,” I ask him

“ yeah she's here, she's sitting with the other up front. Why?” he asks with a raised eyebrow,

“ I need to talk to her in private, but I don't wish to speak to the others yet. Could you ask her if she would be willing to speak to me?” I ask Callum with a dazed look still deep in thought. He nods his head “ I'll ask her, if you need anything else feel free to ask, I owe you now.” he says with a bit of a chuckle as he leaves the room.

A couple of minutes pass and I hear the heavy steps of the dragon queen entering the room, I turn to face her as she enters, giving her a small bow. “ Queen Zubeia, thank you for accepting to speak with me. I’m sorry I didn't ask you myself. I didn't think it right to talk to the others just yet,” I explained to her. She simply nods her head and sits in her regular spot in the room. “ there's no need to bow to me Y/n, Callum told me about your visions.” she sighs

“When Callum said you wished to speak to me about them I was not surprised I figured you would have a lot of questions. but before I tell you everything you must realize that You were' supposed to know about this just yet.' 'she tells me. I look at her in curiosity, Anxious about what she's going to say. Whenever a story starts with ‘ you weren't supposed to know ‘I can tell it's gonna be bad.

Zubeia meets my gaze and she speaks once more “Before I tell you these Atrocities, are you positive you are ready to handle the burden of this tale, knowing that it could tear the group that Xadia relies on apart?” I nod my head to her “ I must know my queen, I fear if I am left to my speculation I might go mad.” I tell her, “Now please I must have an answer. Who is she?” I say holding up the picture of Aaravos and the woman that Callum drew so that the dragon queen could get a good view.

“I figured that would be your first question. And to answer it I have a story to tell you. It's About A humble performer and the star who corrupted her.” Zubeia says looking up through the hole in the storm spire that shows the night sky, I follow her gaze as I listen to her.

“Centuries ago there was A young, sweet elven girl. She was a dancer who would travel across Xadia With her performance group. At the time Xadia was whole and humans and elves were living together, It was not harmonious as you can assume. But in some places, people were a bit more open-minded. Most of the time these places had quite the night life and the taverns and inns would be packed full of elves and humans combined." She starts by bringing her gaze back down to me as I sit down on a rock to listen.

“Well one night The woman and her group came to perform in one of these taverns, and there she met him.” she continues, “Aaravos?” I ask, and Zubeia nods. “ Yes, child Aaravos. He was quite charming and she couldn't help but be drawn to him, and as time went on and they saw more of each other they developed a friendship, he would go to her shows and teach her magic, and she would tell stories of him and the great ones to people all over Xadia through her songs and stories, and with the magic he taught her the performances became more popular and people would pay to see her and the group perform together With Aaravos always hovering in the background or the shadows.” Zubeia tells me.

‘Well, that explains a lot’ I thought to myself as I looked at the mirror in my peripheral vision. This is all stuff that was blatantly obvious in the story so I struggle a bit to completely tune into the story but I realize i can't afford to lose any of this information.

“ Well one day, The woman told Aaravos to meet her at a certain part of the woods after her show one night. He agreed to do so and met her in the little hidden clearing of the forest, once he got there though he was met with some unexpected words. A confession. The woman told him that during their time together she had gained feelings for him.

She was terrified of how he would react. He was one of the great ones after all, But some of her worry was washed away when he also confessed that he shared her feelings. She was overjoyed of course. But they both knew that if any found out about them, she would be in grave danger. There were stories in the past of the mortal lovers of the mysterious entities who would be burned at the stake, under unknown superstition. So they decided to stay secret.” Zubeia explains with an almost hushed voice.

“ Wait, why would they burn the mortal lovers at the stake, wouldn't that just piss off the great one whose lover they burned?” I ask in confusion. As Zubeia chuckles

“ Well back then like I said it was an unknown superstition, but the reason they had done it before was rumored to be because the other great ones would order mortals to do it to keep the other one in line, Back then they were almost seen as gods. People worshiped them. I’m assuming they thought if one of them was with a mortal being they would lose power and respect so they ordered death to any mortal who could seduce one of them.” Zubeia explained.

“ Anyways, so for a long time, they kept the secret. But one night when they had met in that same clearing once more, The bard from the woman's group found them and ran away in fear. Not because he had seen them together. But because unknowing to Aaravos’s lover he had gained a bounty on his head for the suspected murder of the dragon queen Luna Tenebris, and The queen of lux Aurea Queen Aditi.

unfortunately, Aaravos saw the bard and went to chase after him, but the woman stopped him in confusion, as she trusted the bard he was a good friend of hers for many years. But then the sound of a humongous mob sounded in the distance, making Aaravos grab the woman in her confusion and run through the forest. She knew that something was off when he took her and ran, it was too out of character for him.

As they ran the mob gained on them a bit and she tripped and fell behind. The mob paid her no mind and ran right past her. Unknowing to them Aaravos had teleported himself back to grab her. The rain and mud made it hard to trudge through the forest but eventually, they reached a small cave..”

“Oh, I know this part from my last vision! They got into an argument once they got there cause he wouldn't tell her what was happening.” I chime in with a grin. I know the story is quite grim, but so much has come to light and I can't help but smile as my mind is slowly eased every moment, but it only replaces old questions with new ones I realize as my smile drops a bit.

“Well,” Zubeia says with a sigh. “ He left her in that cave. He left and the next morning She was found lying unconscious on the rocky ground. Turns out that the cave was the nest of an Earth dragon, It had witnessed the whole ordeal and knew that the Archdragons were looking for Aaravos. So it picked him up and brought her to us.” Zubeia says with a frown. Clearing her throat a bit before continuing her voice a bit sad.

“Now Y/n this is part of the story that I can't possibly prepare you for, The actions of me, Avizandum, and the other archdragons, Are unforgivable as they were originally. But especially meeting you and knowing you now Y/n as a friend it breaks me even more now.” Zubeia says grimly. As she bows her head down so shes at my level a bit. “Y/n what I’m going to tell you is going to make you hate us all. But you need to be told as it is crucial information. But before I do, I must explain to you. That the woman in this story is not random…” she says to me with sad eyes.

“She's me isn't she,” I ask, staring at the picture.

“I beg your pardon? Zubeia says in surprise.

“She's me isn't she?” I ask once more, glancing up at her with a blank expression.

“ Unfortunately.”

GUYS I HAVE A THEORY ABOUT TDP

so I was rewatching the show and got to the 4th ep where callum and Rayla are talking about the primal stone and I started thinking

The primal stones all have the pure essence of primal magic right but we have only seen 1 and it had a storm in it and I thought

Wow it kinda looks like Aaravos’s prison a bit

What if Aaravos is trapped inside a primal stone???

Sorry but I think I can finally say it

“But that’s just a theory,A FLIM THEORY” ok I’ll go now lmao

In honor of the new season of the dragon prince I am asking for HELLA request for the characters. so get asking my little goblins.

Hellooo! I really hope you are feeling very well.

Yesterday I finished watching the last season of the dragon prince and wooo! I was totally obsessed again. So I was wondering if maybe you could write something about Callum? Honestly my heart melts and I haven't found much for him.

Ignore this if you want <3

I would love to write for callum! What specifically did you have in mind?

Love long lost pt 4

Aaravos x reader

[Requests are open]

{Angst} Warning: blood,murder,kidnapping,possession,stalking,strong language

This chapter is pretty short cause I'm getting back into writing, so please be patient. I'm trying my best 😭 still. I hope you enjoy 🖤

@delusional-mushroom @imsimping4life @jellyfishxxi @hubba-hubba1 @tired-of-life-86 @delicioussnakeinme

Masterlist

Part one

Part two

Part three

" Years ago, when we found that Aaravos had been stabbing each and every one of us in the back for centuries, and we connected the dots between the disappearance of the late dragon queen and the supposed murder of the late sunfire elf queen, we, of course, all decided we must take action. So when a little bard came to us with months' worth of evidence that one of his performers was engaging in secret relations with Aaravos, we all were inspired with the same idea." Zubeia begins with an odd glint in her eyes.

I sit down on top of the larger stones in the cave, giving the dragon queen my full attention as she speaks. I'm thinking about the many possibilities that could come of this story. ultimately knowing they all end in grief and sorrow.

" After being confided in by the bard, the arch dragons, accompanied by the jailor, all collectively agreed that the only way to be able to imprison Aaravos was to get him to believe that he was successfully protecting Someone he cared for. As some know, He failed at protecting his daughter centuries before, and our best move at the time was to weaponize the trauma of it. By using you." She admits looking down at me.

"What?! That's horrible. What happened to his daughter?" You ask with a surprised look you didn't expect to hear that from her.

"She was killed in the name of cosmic justice for giving humans magic years before my time. Back when the sun King still was just a prince."She explains."After that, 100 years passed, and Aaravos began his plan."

You couldn't believe that. He lost his child, and they used that against him? It's horrible.

" How could you all use that against somebody? I get the need for imprisonment, but come on, that's just horrible." I say, shaking my head in shame. Knowing that somewhere in this story, I agreed to participate.

"We saw no other choice at the moment. You must understand. But back to the story. So you were brought to us by an earth dragon. You were unconscious, sick, and wounded. Just like we needed. The mob you saw was our creation. The bard wanted to be caught so that he could get the people with him. Be authentic. He also knew you were unaware of the two queen's disappearances at his hand, so we knew the confusion would cloud your judgment." She pauses before continuing

" We kept you at the storm spire. And once you were back to your senses. We told you that Aaravos had abandoned you and disappeared to escape prosecution. We told you he had killed the queens for power and that we needed your help. You agreed but started getting suspicious. You were well within your right to have been, as we did not plan to save you as we promised. We gave you to the townspeople under the claim of witchcraft and your relationship with Aaravos. And you were taken to the stake as the other startouched elves came to help and watch with the people. As soon as the flame was set under you, he arrived, and we trapped him. But you. We left to burn." Zubeia explains with a sigh as I sit in shock.

Excuse me. I'm getting told that I was manipulated into getting burned at the stake. For what? I think before Zubeia speaks again

" You know I do regret it. Knowing you in this life, I see that you meant no harm. But we couldn't take any chances we thought you would try to free him."

I wanted to scream at her. But when I went to, no words came out, so I stopped. Frozen for a moment before I can choke something out.

"Thank you, my Queen, for telling me, but I need a moment. Please." I say excusing myself from the room. I can't think clearly with her there. After what I know now. I can't bring myself to even look her in the eye anymore as I leave. As I am making my way through the storm spire, I get some confused looks from Callum and Rayla, but I just keep moving. I have to.

I make my way to the top of the mountain. sitting on the edge with my head in my hands, lost in thought.

It was wrong what they did. But I don't know who to be mad at. Yes, the arch dragons killed me, but Aaravos killed so many and ruined lives. he came to save me, and he just sounds like he did most of it to Avenge, his daughter. When it comes down to it, I can't help but think.

As the sun starts to set, ezren comes up to see me he tells me that they are all leaving to grab food for the night and I should join them. But I can't. I'm not hungry. I need answers. Zubeia is hiding something I can sense it.

Ezren notices something is wrong, but before he can ask if I'm okay, he is called to leave, and as I see them all leave with Zubeia and Zym, I know who I need to speak to.

I march down the steps of the storm spire and into the main room with the remains of a broken mirror. Waiting for the sun to set completely. Once it does, I pick up the shards of glass and place them one by one back in place, and before I know it, I see that glow again, and Aaravos stands before me with a sick grin.

" I know everything, I think." I start unsure of how to go about this.

"I need to know the truth. The dragon queen is hiding something, and I need you to tell me right now!" I say in a strict tone. While Aaravos continues to stare with a cheeky shrug.

" Why won't you speak? I need you to work with me here!" I semi-shout. This is getting frustrating, and the taunting is not helping.

This goes on for a while before I start to pace back and forth, trying to find a way. Before I come up with anything, though, I see him tap the glass.

U couldn't hear it, though.

God damnit I can't fucking talk to him cause I can't hear anything on his side.

"FUCK. THAT'S WHY I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" I shout, running up to the mirror and grabbing it frantically. "There has to be something! Your magic, right? You possessed Callum. What do you need?"

Aaravos laughs at you behind the glass, summoning a paper you step back as you wait for him to write.

' A sacrifice'

Oh.well, that makes it interesting.

I pause trying to think. It's just possession. It's not like I would have to kill them. I would get the answers that I need as well. I look up at Aaravos, still looking smug. He knows. He can see how curiosity eats at my soul. He can see the anger I carry after learning the truth. Oh God, what am I going to do.

I wait atop the roof of a small house deep in the woods. A hunter lives here alone. perfect, it'd almost be too easy. I sneak into the open window and creep silently through the rafters stalking the man through his house.

And once he turns his back, he's mine.

Blood trickles down the man's head as I drag him. I hit him on the head pretty hard. His limp body is heavy to carry, so I decided to make it easy. I stop and take the man back to his house, tying him up and blindfolding m h him. After getting rid of anything, he could escape with me gagging him and head back to the storm spire to get the mirror

Hours pass, and finally, the mirror is where I need it. I put the glass back in and take to covering all the doors, windows, and openings with whatever I can find. The sun has started to peak, so when the last blanket is nailed to the windowframe, I sigh in relief.

Once I see the mirrors glow once again, I run over, untying my sacrifice and dragging him in front of it. Before dropping his unconscious body to the ground

"I got your sacrifice. Now speak. What happened. Truly."

And he did. With a wave of his hand, the man's body twitched and cracked, and he stood before me, removing his blindfold and gag with a laugh. "I knew you would get too curious. You always were. It was the one thing I loved about you the most."

forgot to do yesterdays soooooo i combined yesterdays and todays

WHY DID I NOTICE IT JUST NOW

(1st episode of season 6)

The Prince and The Toad

I wrote this to mess with a friend. It started out as a joke about crack shipping which escalated into this hell hole of a fic. This is not meant to be taken seriously in any way, shape, or form. I mainly made it to make my friends squirm and laugh about how horrible it is, so don’t read it if you plan on taking it seriously and etc. (You should also check tags for warnings!)

Summary:

Callum is a horny teenager who can’t keep it in his pants. Bait is a hungry frog who didn’t get any moonberries (thanks Rayla). What could go wrong?

Callum wasn’t sure how he found himself balls deep in his brother’s pet, but he did. Y'know what? That was a complete and utter lie. He knew exactly how he had gotten here, he just couldn't believe that he actually ended up… here. His one-eyed wonder worm buried inside a toad. A glowing toad that growled a lot and had sharp teeth, but a toad nonetheless.

He had been feeling a little off the past week or so, it hadn’t occurred to him why at first, but it became increasingly obvious that his willy was in need of a good wack. Normally he’d wait till all the others had fallen asleep and sneak off for some privacy, but Rayla was incredibly astute. He couldn’t roll over without rousing her, knives and all.

They hadn’t quite reached a town yet, not since dropping the dragon egg in the frozen lake, and while this cave was nice Callum couldn’t exactly rattle his snake while looking at his baby brother. He watched Rayla at the mouth of the cave, ever the lonesome-warrior stereotype. “Hey, Rayla, I’ve been thinking,” Callum fiddled with his hands nervously, flipping unthinkingly through his sketchbook.

She half turned, smiling good-naturedly as she quipped back, “Dinno, sounds pretty dang'rous tuh me.”

He flushed, knowing he had to push through this or he might never get a moment of relief. Hell, half of him yelling at Rayla earlier today had just been his pent up sexual frustration! There was definitely an apology in order, perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone? “I wanted to say sorry for yelling at you earlier,” he sighed, setting down his sketchbook. “And thank you, for being honest.”

Rayla offered a tired grin, “Yeah yeah, jus’ fergeh it,” she fiddled with her bracelet, looking like she had more she wanted to say, but nothing but distant wind filled the silence. “You haven’t had a good nights sleep since at least before… you met us, so I’ll stand guard tonight. You should warm up by the fire.”

There was a long moment where it looked like Rayla was going to argue, but eventually her shoulders sagged in exhaustion, “Thank you.” While it’s nice to know he’d finally get some quality time with his right hand, he felt bad for manipulating his new… friend? Assassin-friend? He promised himself he’d do something for her later, right now he needed to stay focused.

At night it was colder than he had expected, the chill of the air made his breath as clear as a fire’s smoke. Rayla had passed out near Ezran, both of them naturally and protectively leaning toward the egg. Callum would only be gone for ten minutes, they’d be fine without him, right? He couldn’t blow his chance for hand to gland combat. Without a second thought, Callum crept out of the cave, glancing around for somewhere nice to sit. He picked a spot not too fire off, but just far enough that no one should be able to hear him if he gets too carried away slapping the magic salami.

It took a while to get comfortable, it really was freezing out, and with how it was looking, Callum wouldn’t be getting off for a good long time. At this rate he might never ding his dong at all! Callum froze as he heard a rustling to his left, “R-rayla-! Ahahahaha, I’m sorry I-” it is not, in fact, Rayla, but the smallest member on their team.

Bait makes a strange sound- between a croak and a groan, and stares at Callum very judgmentally. “Are you fucking kidding, you could at least knock before walking in on me!” this one sounds more like a grumble, but Bait jumps closer, warily sniffing at things Callum wanted him nowhere near.

“Just go back to ca- aah- that’s not for you!” Callum caught a whimper in the back of his throat as Bait looked curiously at his (now) very hard quiver-bone. “Bait!” he tried to ignore the way his voice cracked needily, this definitely wasn’t happening. That was not toad slobber on his piss pump. No sooner had Callum wished it to never happen again, than Bait had licked the entire length of his thrill drill, seemingly enjoying himself.

This was about when it had occurred to him that they hadn’t shared any of their berries with Bait that night before bed, not after he’d stolen the last of Rayla’s moonberry juice. It had seemed fair at the time, but it had left the glow toad very hungry. Callum shivered at the thought. He really should just take him back to camp- he couldn’t imagine doing anything in front of him, but… if he took Bait back to camp now there’d be no time for him to slam his clam.

A rather sick thought curled up and made itself at home in the back of his head. Its presence was heavy and hot, coiling around his brain like his fingers on his sin stick. Why go jerkin’ his gherkin’ all alone when he could have Bait play his flesh flute? It wasn’t like any of them could speak to animals so Bait wouldn’t be able to divulge their secret and Bait might fill up on Callum’s daddy butter, that way he wouldn’t be hungry anymore! It was mutually beneficial, even if it was more than a little gross, it’d be easier to unload his yogurt truck with a helping hand- or, er, tongue?

“H-heeey, buddy, pal, lighty-lighty frog boy,” Bait scowled at him, turning in circles and flattening the ground beneath him so he could lay down. “You’re understandably hangry at me, I get that, buuut,” he waits for the glow toad to look up at him, and only continues once he’s sure he has his full attention. “I’ll let you suck the juice from my beanstalk, it's verynutritious- like moonberry juice!” At the mere mention of moonberries Bait was drooling. “If you polish my sword I’ll make it worth your time, I promise,” Callum offers his hand to the sun-powered amphibian, who places his own foot in it grudgingly, he can almost imagine Bait grumbling about Callum giving him lots of jelly tarts.

Unsurprisingly, this was the first time Callum had ever had someone swallow his Dr. Feelgood- or in this case something. Nothing at all like he expected, but that might just be the whole ‘bestiality’ concept. Sure, Bait put his mouth all over, well, everything, and it was likely disgusting and smelly and overall a place you wouldn’t want to put the family jewels. But damn did it feel good.

Bait, being a glow toad, was of the sun arcanum, and holy fuck was his mouth hot (in more ways than one). He easily felt himself falling into a quick rhythm, pulling Bait off his joystick before quickly yanking him back down. It was hard not to move, a little niggle in the back of his mind reminded him that he didn’t want to get caught, especially not like this, but the bare ground on his ass was frigid and uninviting. Bait, for his part, was strangely well practiced at sucking Callum’s cum gun. His tongue was long and thick, not to mention he kept from biting off Callum’s love muscle (despite Callum’s roughness). It wasn’t long before- with his back against the ground, hips raised (if only to keep from freezing his butt off), he found himself cumming into the hangry lumpa-grump.

There was no way he was getting up. Sure, the ground was cold, his third leg was hanging out, and there was a toad licking its lips sitting on his chest. But Callum would be damned if this wasn’t the comfiest he’d been in forever. That is, until he heard Rayla. “Callum? Callum, where’d ye go?”

Without a moment’s hesitation he’d scooped Bait up in one hand and yanked his pants back up with the other, “Just a- gimmie a minute! Had to- was just- bathroom! Pee, I had to pee, yep, and Bait was being my… look out.”

“ ‘at’s fine, I’ll take over as look out fer now.” Rayla seemed too tired to question him or his disheveled appearance. Callum nodded, placing Bait on the ground, “Right, good, great, I’ll be sleeping then, in the cave. Asleep. Goodnight!”

Maybe, if he played his cards right, Callum wouldn’t have to be pent up on this adventure at all. Bait seemed to pulse softly as if in odd agreement.

Your glorious beautiful fantastic fucking art is gonna be the cherry on the WATCH IT cake. I’m so weak for characters plummeting downhill

he should've been more fucked up after finnegrin's wake tbh. callum u went through hell

Very true

TDP fandom after season 6 ⭐️

Aaravos you better stay away from callum specifically

I think I'm the only fan of The Dragon Prince who doesn't like Rayllum. Like I honestly hate that ship so much for no reason, but I love both the characters individually. I dunno don't hurt me.

Why it's important to re-watch/re-read things: (in this case re-watch):

LEOLA WAS FIRST MENTIONED IN S5 E2: Old Wounds

Callum and Rayla were looking at stars and telling each other the names of them. Callum pointed out a bright star and said it was called the South Star. Rayla said elves called it LEOLA'S Wish.

There's really not point to this just wanted to point that out.

Bonus: Callum: "Who's Leola?" Rayla: "Dunno. Garlaath's friend?" For context, she called the big dipper "Garlaath the annihilator”