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Callum: Unless, maybe Soren was also trying to protect our feelings.
Rayla: Oh, right. He definitely seems like a thoughtful, sensitive, feelings-y, protect-y kind of guy.
Callum: Yeah, you're right, that's not really his style.
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Soren: So, things are tense.
Rayla: Yeah. Great evil about to be unleashed, potential end of the world and all that.
Soren: I meant with you and Callum.
Rayla: - Nope. We are not talking about this.
Soren: Look, when you left, it hurt him bad. Real bad. He was miserable. And now you're back. That's kind of good, and it's kind of bad. But it's mostly just weird. And one thing I always say: sometimes you need time to work through the weird. And then it'll work out. Or not. The heart do what it do,or don't what it don't.
AKA Soren goes from Rayla and Callum saying he's thoughtless, insensitive, not protect-y kind of guy to actually becoming a thoughtful, sensitive, feelings-y, protect-y kind of guy.
And that group hug at the end of "Ocean" said it all
#character development#the dragon prince#tdp soren#tdp rayla#rayllum#callum tdp#sorayla#sorayllum#calren#whatever the ship name is
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Rayla and her two boyfriends. The art and ads being exclusively centered around these three is giving Sorayllum shippers (me) sooo much shipping fuel.
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God I’m in sorayllum hell right now.
Soren is panicking cause he has a small crush on Rayla. He knows his bro Callum has a crush on her as well, that he doesn’t want to ruin this friendship over because of a girl.
But Rayla is their best friend!!!
Best friends can hang out without the talk of crushes getting in the way right?
Claudia enters the chat…
#sorayllum#listen I have a lot of wips in my folder#I need to make a Drabble of this so that my brain shuts up about it#tdp#rayllum#sorayla#the dragon prince#shut it e7#I HOPE
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Favorite Ships Part 1 Discussion (1)
Shipping Poll Main Page · Full Ship List · Favorite Ships Results (Part 1) · Discussion (2)
Margin of Error
The margin of error for this poll is 6,7%, which means that the results I got might not represent the whole fandom. Moreover, it can render some of the results statistically insignificant. Consider the following table with the results accounting for the margin of error:
(The table on google sheets)
See how while Terridia received 12 votes and, say, Soryx got only one, according to my results, not only is it impossible to say whether Terridia is more popular as a favorite ship than Soryx, both results, at the end of the day, become statistically insignificant. Then again, Terridia can potentially be as popular or even more popular than Ruthari, while Ruthari is more popular than any ship after Terridia.
You can see below how Rayllum is the only ship with a certain placement in ranking and the rest can move up or down. The lines that have two colors are of ships that could switch places with the color above and the color below. The table features ships that got at least 5 votes:
Here's what we can say with certainty about the shipping preferences of our fandom:
Rayllum is most people's favorite ship.
Viravos and Janaya are just as likely to be people's favorite ship as Ruthari but are more likely than the rest of the ships.
Ruthari is just as likely to be people's favorite ship as both Viravos and Janaya, as well as Claaravos, Sorvus, Virrow or Terridia, but more likely than the rest of the ships.
So, realistically speaking, the ranking looks like this
Rank 1: Rayllum Ranks 2 and 3: Viravos, Janaya or Ruthari (i.e. any of these three can be number 2 as their highest rank, and Viravos and Janaya are unlikely to fall lower than 4) Rank 4: Viravos, Janaya, Ruthari, Claaravos, Sorvus, Virrow or Terridia (if Viravos or Janya are here, it means Ruthari is #2 or 3 and the other ships are automatically pushed to #5 or lower) Ranks 5 and 6: Ruthari, Claaravos, Sorvus, Virrow, Terridia, Claudium, Pyrren, Raydia or the rest of the ships (if Ruthari is here, it means Claaravos, Sorvus, Virrow or Terridia are at #4) Ranks 7 to 12: all the ships starting Claaravos, Sorvus, Virrow and down.
We can rewrite this table by the highest rank the ships can get:
Redistributing Polyship Votes
This one is tricky. Let's take Sorayllum as an example - some shippers will also ship Sorayla, Rayllum and Calren separately, some might only ship one or two of the three permutations, while others might only ship them as a trouple. However, if we assume, that a person who ships Sorayllum also ships the three couples that it implies, we can count a vote for Sorayllum as three separate votes, one for each couple it connects.
We had the following polyships (listed alphabetically):
Claarasef (Claudia x Aaravos x Kasef)
Laidriruthari (Lain x Tiadrin x Runaan x Ethari)
Rexavibeia (Rex Igneous x Avizandum x Zubeia)
Varrai (Viren x Harrow x Sarai)
Virdivos (Viren x Claudia x Aaravos)
Virrowvos (Viren x Harrow x Aaravos)
The votes for these ships where redistributed to the couple ships they're comprised of, with an exception of the cases when a person voted for both a polyship and one of its mono ship components, e.g. a Sorayllum shipper who voted for both Sorayllum and Sorayla.
So here's how that changed the rankings: Table on the right - the original rankings Table on the left - the rankings after vote redistribution Purple: ships that got additional votes Orange: polyships (excluded from the table on the left) Blue: ships that were created by splitting polyships into component but weren't voted for by shippers Red ship names: ships that fell in rank Black ship names: ships that didn't change rank Green ship names: ships that rose in rank
(This table on Google Sheets)
What we see is that changes are very small. Most ships that got extra points didn't even rise in rank (Virdia being the only ship that did). Claaravos cemented its position at #5, pushing Sorvus and Virrow to #6. Virdia rose from #10 to #9.
We can see that the margin of error changes are also quite small, with the only significant difference being that Claaravos is now essentially one vote away from being able to compete with Janaya for the third place.
(Next) Discussion (2) · Favorite Ships Results (Part 2)
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anyway soren has a huge crush on rayla which he’s absolutely not gonna act on cause she loves callum and he’s super happy for both of them but yknow what?
rayla has TWO hands
#sorayla#rayllum#sorayllum#tdp#the dragon prince#anyway im speaking this into existence dont @ me#i will keep this ship and the ot3 variant afloat all by myself if i have to
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So... I may have made a 17k word Rayla text adventure game covering the start of S2 of Dragon Prince. It takes about 20 minutes to complete and has some cute Rayllum moments. Maybe check it out? It's meant for browser but you can play it on mobile.
#The Dragon Prince#Rayllum#Callum#Rayla#Sorayla#Sorayllum#Soren#Claudia#Dragon Prince#I made a game!
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Rayla just ogling the double dose of hotness in front of her.
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Like Cuddle Papa...
Like Cuddle Mama...
Cuddle Daughter has learned well ^-^
Wait a minute...
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I get the biggest Sorayllum vibes from this shot, the angle making it look like her hands are reaching for them both.
#Sorayllum#Sorayla#Rayllum#the dragon prince#tdp spoilers#Can't wait for someone to tell me in the comments I'm reaching
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Um.... Wonderstorm? Bardel? Is there a reason she gives Soren the same affectionate face she gives her own boyfriend? I know I'm reaching, but I'm not reaching very far here.
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"Three trapped souls. A love broken and twisting and growing...."
Art for my new Sorayllum (Soren x Rayla x Callum) fanfic called "I Shouldn't Love You". Pretty sure this is the first time this pairing has had a fic. I know it's not a popular pairing but if you enjoy this ship, please give the fic a read and leave a heart or comment. It would mean a lot to me ^_^
Read it here
#Sorayllum#Sorayla#Rayllum#The Dragon Prince#Rayla#Stella#Callum#Soren#OT3#Poly fic#Callum x Rayla#Rayla x Soren#Mine
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"I Shouldn't Love You" A TDP Sorayllum fanfic
Note: Why make this fic? Because Rayla has two hands B) Also, I just love Rayllum (my OTP) but I'm also drawn to Sorayla (especially after Season 4) so why not combine them? Let the poor traumatized elf assassin have two boyfriends. Problem solved.
The escape from Umber Tor was long behind the heroes of Xadia. Another week had passed the dragang by, leaving Callum scrambling with an array of plans and missions that were yet to be accomplished. One was coordinating a hunting expedition with the Dragon Queen to hunt down Claudia and her troupe. Another was delving into research for a way to free the Moonshadow elves sealed agonizingly into coins, a dark fate inflicted on them by Lord Viren years prior. The idea of them remaining inside those miniature prisons a moment longer was enough to keep the high mage awake at night, and he feared it was doing the same to Rayla. Three parents could be returned to her if he was skilled enough, if he was powerful enough. He ran a hand through his well-styled brown hair, shutting his jade eyes for a moment. The High Mage let out a deep sigh, trying to clear a mess of scattered thoughts. A small groan alerted him that a certain someone wanted attention. Callum’s hand went down to comb over the top of Bait’s head, offering the glow toad an affectionate smile. The yellow critter gave a low growl of approval.
Rayla silently peered at Callum from across the room, soaking in the sight of him. He was so focused right now, so responsible. In many ways, he was entirely different from the fledgling mage she’d befriended years before. In other ways, such as his overly-excited way of speaking, Callum, fortunately, remained very much the same. Just looking at him brought on fond feelings that had not extinguished over the years. In Rayla’s mind, Callum and she were destined to be together, a two-year separation be damned.
It was the chattering of her baby cuddle monkey that alerted her ex-boyfriend to her presence. Stella was affectionately nuzzling at Rayla’s fingers, a gesture her elven mother encouraged by rubbing the monkey’s nose with her thumb. Stella shut her eyes happily from the mutual affection. Rayla’s violet eyes now fell upon Callum, who had gone stiff the moment he detected the elf's presence. It hurt to see. It hurt to see Callum retreat further and further away from her. He had begun to reciprocate her affections back at Umber Tor but since then, he’d been actively avoiding her.
Rayla broke the silence, asking, “Are you getting enough sleep?”
“Yep. Yep,” said the high mage with a sigh as he turned to face her, “Is there something I can help you with?”
Well, the man wasn't facing her exactly. While Callum was polite enough to not offer the elf his back, his eyes repeatedly glanced away. Rayla’s eyebrows rose, so pained that he wouldn’t look her in the eyes. And yet she couldn’t help but admire him. Callum had grown so handsome in the last few years. Tall and slim with a sharp jawline and the prettiest green eyes of any guy she knew. It took all her self-control to keep from kissing him, to not jump his bones right then and there.
She answered, “I was just checking up on you. You’ve been locked in here so often… I miss you, Callum.”
Callum’s eyes shifted darkly, and Rayla knew she had said the wrong thing.
“Well, you have a funny way of showing it sometimes."
Rayla squirmed at his words, trying desperately not to fight with her ex-boyfriend. It was instinctual for her to throw back sass or a mocking jab, but right now her fiery temper was dampened.
Callum sighed and continued, “Alright, I think I’d like some peace and quiet. I have more volumes to scour.”
“I appreciate what you’re doing,” said the Moonshadow elf, “Really. What you are putting yourself through to get Runaan and my parents out of there. I know you must not want to see Runaan but-I’m grateful.”
Stella chittered a bit before nodding her head and beaming just the same as her Cuddle Mama.
Callum’s voice softened and he said, “I’ll get them out, Rayla.”
There was a moment their eyes finally met and Rayla’s heart nearly shattered. She needed him to look at her again, to look at her with affection. The feeling of being without him left her desperate and empty, and for a moment, she wondered how she had managed the years without him. How stupid she'd been to lose him.
“But…will you be okay?” asked the Moonshadow elf.
“What does it matter? I’m doing my duties, my... high mage duties.”
“I know… I know you're working hard. And I know you don’t think I care but I do. Callum… I still love you. I promised to carry that love over the years. I thought… you would too.”
Callum’s green eyes flashed in anger and he snapped, “Love? You want to talk about love? I did love you, Rayla. I spent the last two years scared and hurt and…”
He paused for a moment before belting out, “You haven’t even apologized! So how can I just pretend nothing happened?”
“I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, but I did. I’m sorry. So so sorry. I just… If I had stayed… I would have… I can’t forget how I was with you back then. I was angry and I took it out on you. I was obsessed and desperate and I would have gotten worse. I had to leave to cool my mind, to find myself, and Callum, I’ll never leave again… if you’ll take me back.”
“I’m glad you’re back,” he said lovingly, his hand recoiling just as it went for her shoulder.
Callum sighed and continued, “But that doesn’t magically make all that pain go away. You broke my heart, Rayla, and you seem just fine. I don’t think I’m ready... I don’t know if I ever will be.”
Rayla’s eyes flashed open in pain. Was he…
“C-Callum?”
His eyes wouldn’t meet hers. His lips remained sealed tight, every moment of silence sending his girlfriend into a panic.
“Please don’t do this… I can do better. Please, I need you.”
“Rayla… I don’t want you to leave but… I can’t be with you. I’m sorry.”
“Oh...” she said as her lips tightened, holding back tears, “I understand. This is my fault.”
She gulped before confessing, “I don’t deserve your love. I never did.”
Rayla covered her mouth as she raced out of the room. Callum suddenly felt his heart stop. It was the tears that had reached him. Being mad at Rayla was one thing, but hurting her was something he never hoped to do. Suddenly, all the anger and all the bitterness that had been confining him to an empty prison broke loose in a dam and out sprang a desperation, something raw and deep that came from a fourteen -year-old Callum that had jumped off a cliff to save her. And now he reached out for her and cried out.
“Wait-Rayla!”
The High Mage ran down the hall as fast as his lithe legs would take him, but it was to no avail. The Moonshadow elf was gone. If he had to guess, Rayla had slipped out of one of the many windows. Callum prepared the words needed to summon his mage wings, to chase after her and yet… It occurred to him he had no idea what to say. He didn’t wish for the elf to go but if she stayed, what would he say if he couldn’t forgive her?
Callum grit his teeth as his own tears came out. His fists tightened painfully before he collapsed onto his knees.
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One month later…
The search for Claudia had come up empty, yet there was no sign of the Startouch elf’s return. For an elf as powerful as Aaravos, surely his echoes should have been felt throughout Xadia? He had not been as subtle as his old ways when Zubeia dared to speak to him. And so, the Katolis forces were left confused, finding a lull in the eye of the storm. As for the High Mage, he had failed to find a way to release Rayla’s family from the coins. And so, amidst his obsession, he locked himself away in his study, deep in books and knowingly only faint candlelight. It was in those days, he became so consumed by his work that King Ezran found the throne room surprisingly quiet. His brother was deep in machinations, the Moonshadow elf was off doing work for Zubeia, and Soren was leading in coordinated searches with the other human kingdoms. However, all that was about to change for the Crown Guard’s captain was finally due to return.
And he wasn't the only one.
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Rayla had arrived just a day before the news of Soren's return reached Katolis.
Now, on an especially warm sunrise, Rayla, Ezran, Corvus, and Callum were all gathered together to meet the head of the Crown Guard. Ezran's eyes lit up as he watched his most trusted bodyguard flying in on the back of the crimson Pyrrah. Her talons set wide and dug into the soil as she came to an earth-shattering halt. Soren didn't waste a moment in dismounting. He gave the dragon a thumbs up and then turned his attention towards the welcoming party. He strode forward with his arrogant gait, adorned in his black and white raiment and his luscious blonde locks. As she watched him passively, the Moonshadow assassin found her eyes darting to Soren more than she would have liked. In truth, Rayla wasn’t blind to the fact that Soren had grown even more handsome since she last saw him at the Nexus. Taller too. It was funny to think that once she despised him. But ever since Soren stood up to his father so many years ago, she’d seen her rival in a new light. Even so, what truly grabbed her was just how happy she was to see him. Soren was a lot like Callum now, a bright light luring her in from the edges of her two year exile, two years draped in darkness, trials, and misery. And yet, here Soren was, returning to Katolis with a grin on his face and two arrogant hands on his hips. Still a dumb lump.
Callum smiled brightly at his friend and said, “It’s good to have you back, Soren.”
Soren stepped up briskly in front of the High Mage and Callum blinked in confusion as the knight’s arms started to curl around him
“Uh… Soren, what are you-"
Immediately, he got his answer as Soren’s arms tightened around his back and the young man was lifted off his feet.
“Wha-Okay. We’re doing this again,” was what the high mage uttered in acceptance as he was swooped into a bear hug.
Rayla giggled. She’d missed her boys the last two years. Azymondius, the wee dragon, was large enough to ride. Ezran had grown upwards like the shoot of a seedling, now so tall that it blew her mind. And Callum was… everything she’d hoped. He’d grown strong in her absence too.
Ezran said, “Welcome back. You get any rest over there?”
“Rest? Nah. I’m-I’m full of energy. You just got to get out there and do something.”
As Soren threw a comedic punch into the air, Rayla’s heart nearly stopped. She could tell he was putting on a strong front. Really, it was so obvious with how he bragged and shewed away anyone's doubts as to his mental health. And then it all returned to her. Her guilt. She had aimed a blade at Soren just for trying to give her relationship advice. She’d ditched him in the wilds when he pleaded to her to rescue a drake from a cruel muscley type. Soren’s disappearance after that had the surprising affect of sending Rayla into a spiral of fear, so afraid it was her fault and so afraid the last thing he’d know was her negligence. And when she found him at last beside Rex Igneous, the blond knight had seemed like the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. But much like with Callum, Rayla hadn’t seen much of Soren since that day.
“Um… Hey” said Rayla in a warm but anxious tone, her hands politely tucked together at her waist.
Enough with the “hey!”, Rayla!
She chided herself before trying to regain her dignity. That response had not gone over well with her estranged ex-boyfriend, so why was she resorting to it a second time?
Soren blinked at her with silvery eyes, almost seeming apprehensive, before offering her that stupid cheeky smile of his and opening his arms wide. Oh no. Did he want a hug from her? Rayla froze in her boots. There was no way she could hug him so unprompted. What had come over her anyway? Why couldn’t she hug him? Why had she recoiled back then when he put a hand on her shoulder. It was all platonic, wasn’t it?
“Rayla , my man. My wo-man. Haha!”
“Hey Soren…” she said a bit flustered.
Callum rose an eyebrow at how she shrunk away from the hug, and he and Stella shared a look of bewilderment. As for Soren, he waited for a good ten seconds for the elf to return his hug, an eternity for Rayla who simply smiled at him awkwardly. At last, Soren slumped down to normal in disappointment, and then walked past her. Rayla instantly felt a pang of regret. Soren must have thought she hated him given so much of their past consisted of duels, her giving him sass, and cold shoulders. But that wasn’t true, not to her. If there was one bit of relief, it was when she saw how Soren perked up again as he sauntered on past, his hand lazily pressed down on his sword. And not a moment later, he had Corvus pulled into a deep embrace. At this rate, the elf would be forgotten.
Rayla eyed him with purple irises under concerned brows. The Moonshadow elf needed to apologize, and a talk between them was more than two years overdue.
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Soren and Callum were standing amid Viren’s library, a title they had both silently agreed to retire after the events of the Storm Spire. The twenty-year-old leaned up lazily against one of the few clear walls not home to a bookshelf. His eyes wandered inquisitively over the state of the high mage’s room. Books were overturned and not returned to their proper shelves. There were empty goblets on the ground, crumpled up balls of parchment, and spilled ink staining the desk.
“No luck finding a way to get those elves out, buddy?” asked Soren, taking on a more grave voice.
“Sadly no… Listen, Soren I need to tell you something and you aren’t gonna like it.”
“Okay. I’m listening”
“Things aren't working. I… I might have to start considering dark magic,” said Callum wearily, bagged eyes falling low.
“Oh…”
“Rayla wouldn’t approve. And I know you don’t. And neither do I. I wanted it banned from Katolis but… Soren, every day they are in there, they're suffering. And Rayla’s suffering. But if I do it… Aaravos, does he win? Am I one step closer to being some pawn in his stupid game?”
Soren said, “Hmm. That’s quite the dilemma. My father’s kind of magic… I’m not a fan. I saw what it did to him. To Claudia. To that prince Kasef. And… I don’t want it taking you.”
Callum crossed his arms defensively at the response, but his eyes seemed in agreement with Soren’s sentiment.
The knight continued, “But if you do go through with it, we’ll support you. And this blue guy Aaravos? He hasn’t won anything. You’ll still be a good guy, Callum.”
“Thanks, Soren.”
“Right? I’m proud of myself for that one. But I think I know a certain elf who could cheer you up even better.”
“Rayla…”
Callum’s eyes fell low. He had barely talked to her all month, only breaking their silence to offer her an update on his research and now he avoided that too. Telling the poor girl that he hadn’t made any progress was demoralizing, it sapped the strength from his body and the way she nodded in understanding was pain inducing. Rayla was already a painful memory, one that now haunted him in the face, promising him a future after stealing it from him. But he’d denied himself the hope she brought, all to escape her curse.
“Heard she had a birthday. The big eighteen. So how did-”
“We broke up, Soren. I mean… technically she broke us up when she left but… I guess she didn’t see it that way.”
“Wait… You dumped Rayla?! Callum, you love her more than anything!”
“I know!” shouted Callum, “But she… I do love her. And I… I think I hate her too.”
The air between them fell into a heavy silence, leaving them both with pained eyes seeping with anger.
At last, the Crownguard let out, “Oh.”
Soren shook his head.
“Buddy, your feelings are totally valid. But I think you’ll just be even more miserable this way. And… what if some other guy comes and takes her? How would you feel about that?”
“What? Soren, it’s not my business if-”
“You’d be jealous wouldn’t you?”
“I… I don’t know. For all I know, was I the only guy for her these last two years?”
“Yeesh,” remarked Soren, “Don’t give her that answer if she asks. Well, I hope you two work it out. At least, become friends again. Still rooting for you two.”
He fired finger guns at Callum before awkwardly backing out of the room. The second he was down the spiraling set of stairs, Soren let out a sigh of exasperation and fell into a more sunken posture. His friends were hurting. Callum and Rayla had never seemed happier than when they were together at the Storm Spire, and they’d made so much progress after Umber Tor. What had gone wrong?
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Rayla was waiting for Soren at dusk as he began one of his old patrols along the wall. The knight was letting out deep breaths from his jog as he realized the elf was sitting atop the wall’s battlement, one knee pulled into her chest as her hand lay atop it. Her silky white hair was flowing freely, loose and long, as she gazed over the horizon. Her eyes seemed heavily bagged, and she seemed a bit thin. Soren’s eyes blinked in worry. She gazed over at him now and soaked in his appearance. The captain himself seemed a bit thin these days.
“Soren… I was hoping we could talk.”
“Talk?” he asked, not masking his confusion.
“I wanted to apologize. For what happened in the Drakewood. I’ve… I’ve wanted to apologize for a while now, but you left and… and…”
Rayla was holding back tears. For some reason, admitting her mistakes to Soren brought other failures into the center of her mind, forcing her to acknowledge each and every one. Failures in her journey and a failure to love and cherish Callum. In the end, Rayla was nothing but a failure who hurt the people she loved, neither protecting them from foe nor herself.
“Oh that? It’s fine I…”
“It isn’t fine, Soren,” said Rayla exasperatedly, “I know you’re hurting. I see it when you think people aren’t looking. You said you met them. Claudia and Viren. And… you didn’t get them back. They were your family.”
Soren frowned before looking away towards the skyline.
Rayla asked, “Have you let any of it out? Callum always said humans had their ‘Big Feelings Time’ where they…”
Upon hearing the elf say those words, Soren started clutching at his stomach as he let out a belly laugh.
“Haha! Oh man. I’ve… I don’t think my dad was a big fan of that game. Oh. Oh I needed that! Thanks, Rayla.”
He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
“That’s it? Do you want to… hug?”
Rayla was disgusted with how merely asking it flustered her. She was overcome with emotion, yet still aware of just how broad Soren’s shoulders were. Although in truth, Callum’s narrow frame remained her favorite but… Before she could dream of her ex, the knight had enveloped her in powerful forearms and boy, was he warm. Strong. Able to snap her in two. The way his hand nestled into her back so tenderly and needily… It was magical. Soren had pulled her in flush against him and oh no… Rayla realized now just how long it had been since she’d had physical affection from something besides a cuddle monkey, how long she‘d been touch starved. She’d wanted Callum to hug her like this… at least more than the one time, and now she’d never get that again. And yet Soren was doing a really good job to satisfy that primal need, much to the elf’s horror.
It was then she felt him hugging even tighter.
“Ack! Soren… You idiot. Yer. Crush. Me!” she said, barely any air left in her lungs.
“Thanks Rayla. I needed this. I… I’m not doing so good.”
Rayla’s amethyst eyes widened in horror before shutting entirely.
“Oh Soren… It’s okay. I have you.”
As his hug softened, Rayla’s arms wrapped around him ever tighter.
“I’m sorry what happened with your family," she began, "and I know… we… I… I abandoned you too.”
“Yeah… I missed you. We used to spar, remember?”
“I do. I remember. I remember you, me, and Callum going on picnics and watching the sunset together… Comforting you when you tossed and turned in your sleep… I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know how I was able to leave. I almost wasn’t but I did. I was gone so long even though I loved Callum. And you meant so much to me. You all did. I… I know I don’t deserve it but…”
Soren’s fingers slid over her cheek, wiping away her frozen tears chilled by an evening wind.
The elf cried out, “I want back. I just want to be home again. And I won’t leave you anymore, Soren. You’re not alone, you hear?”
And with that, his blue eyes trembled and down came the tears.
“Claudia didn’t care…” said Soren, “And Dad wouldn’t talk to me. I begged them to talk. To stay but… they wouldn’t. If I had tried a little harder, would they have…?”
“I don’t know. But what they did was wrong. Leaving you was wrong, Soren.”
Every word to comfort him was a strike against her.
And Rayla realized…
Just how sorry she was.
How much she had hurt Callum.
And Soren.
And Ethari.
And everyone she ever loved.
She was no better than Claudia in the end.
Tears were pouring down the Moonshadow assassin’s face and mixing with those of Soren. Rayla cradled herself in his arms, as he pulled her in even tighter and they both felt the weight of their horrid loneliness lightened at last. Her face was pressed hard against his own, feeling the dampness of his tears and the length of his hair. His hands were sliding exploratively up her back, not sexually, but searching for something to hold onto. He lost all his strength and began to slide down the wall until she was sitting atop of his lap, straddling him. Rayla was blushing but neither was looking for romance. They needed companionship. Stella also seemed to have slipped over Soren’s shoulder to offer him a comforting hand. Like mother like daughter.
Soren said, “I really missed you, Rayla.”
Rayla grabbed him affectionately by the wrist and cradled it in her hand.
She said, “I missed you too, Soren.”
“Do you want to…” he asked suddenly chipper, “Go for a spar?”
“A spar? That sounds fun.”
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Their duel was a beautiful thing. Rayla’s speed and agility had increased in those two years, but so had Soren’s. She admired it, truly. He had learned so much in those few months they had known each other and so his prowess made the most of it. Soren could effortlessly maneuver from a thrust into a flourish and a slash. Rayla was forced to stay on her toes when he began his onslaught, but she was daring enough to dance as she did, to remind the knight of her elegance in battle. This man was her equal in every way. Afterwards, they headed to the royal court for that night’s banquet and stole as many jelly tarts as they could carry. They smuggled them back up to the castle wall and now began to munch on them, all the while Rayla lay her head on Soren’s armored shoulder. It was strange to her to think there was another man she could be as casually intimate with as she had with Callum.
“Eat it up for Mama,” said Rayla with affection as she handed Stella a chunk of pastry covered in a fruity glaze. The cuddle monkey scurried up to her and nabbed the snack with her four arms. After a quick sniff, Stella offered her mother a loving look of gratitude before her little fangs sunk into her dessert. The Moonshadow elf now turned to watch as Soren wolfed down another tart.
“Huh? Aren’t you full? You stuffing yourself for hibernation, Soren?”
“What no… I... Just love jelly tarts, heh heh.”
Soren gulped down another, nearly choking on it, before gruffly slamming on his chest to help it down the old pipe.
Rayla asked gently, “Easy there, big guy. So… Why do you like being up here? On the walls and such?”
“The walls? I guess it’s just part of my exercise routine. And… it’s quiet. It’s peaceful. It feels good to know you can see everything. That everything is safe but also the worlds’ beauty is right there with you.”
“Huh…” she said mouth slightly agape, “That’s deep. Didn’t think you one for waxing philosophical.”
Rayla jabbed him lightly in the rib with her elbow.
“Well… I try,” he said cheekily.
“You know,” began the ivory-haired woman, “I remember scaling these walls back then. The walls of the enemy… And now I’m beginning to see them as my home. I think… I think this is my home now. Well, I did… I don’t know if Callum wants me here. And if my parents and Runaan get out… I wonder if I should go with them back to the Silvergrove?”
“That’s up to you, elf,” said the knight, “But… Between you and me, I want you here.”
“Do you now?”
“Yeah…”
“You’re sweet,” said Rayla, “I was wrong about you, Soren. So very wrong. I… I really like you.”
“I-I like you too. You’re… being awfully nice. Where’s the sassy Rayla we all know?”
His head was dangerously close to her own as he teased.
“Shut up,” she said with a laugh before she slid up onto his chest. She wasn’t sure what was pulling her in, but it reminded her of how she instinctively pressed a hand to Callum’s chest as they kissed atop the Ambler. Soren seemed to feel the same way because his arms wrapped tightly around her back. Rayla reached for his lips. She knew she shouldn’t. She already had a man she loved and to kiss Soren was a horrible mistake for her grieving heart. This man was Callum’s best friend. And he was her own too. Both had been her very best friends in a world that had felt all too lonely. Could she do this?
Nonetheless, no matter how afraid she was, Rayla couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward still. His lips seemed to draw her in, so soft-looking and inviting, promising her a taste of romance. Soren shut his eyes and Rayla did the same, melting into his arms as the kiss deepened. Rayla let out a moan of ecstasy. She’d needed to be kissed over the last few years. As their lips parted, Rayla looked down at Soren, at his sapphire eyes brimming with joy. She couldn’t help but smile at what they had done, and…
Then she freaked the hell out.
“Moon! What did I-? What did you-? I’m so sorry, Soren. I shouldn’t have… I should have asked... I…”
“Don’t go…” he said weakly, “I want you here.”
“Huh? I… Okay.”
His arms had remained locked around her desperately sealing her in a prison of heat and desire. She leaned up against him and lay kisses on his neck, feeling the scruff of his beard itch at her soft cheek. He was so different than Callum. Tall, muscular, hairy, and rugged. Callum was also tall but he was equally lithe, with soft skin and a beauty to him. And both were alluring to her in their own way, making her feel loved and warm. Did that mean she had feelings for Soren too? Was that possible? It wasn’t unheard of to take two husbands in the Silvergrove, but humans had no such couplings in Katolis, and Ethari and Runaan wouldn’t have shared their partner in a million years, so where did that leave her?
Then again, Callum wasn’t hers anymore, now, was he? And he’d never be hers ever again thanks to her cruelty. And if she was so quick to fall in love again, then she truly never did deserve Callum’s heart. There was a certain relief in knowing she could never again hurt him, but it was bittersweet at best, masking a deep heartache.
Rayla snuggled again into Soren, letting her hands wander over his chest. And to her despair, her hips that had never stopped straddling him started to instinctively gyrate. Soren was growing “excited” himself and Rayla felt her mind wanting to go all the way, to a place of fevers and kisses. But she wouldn’t. She fought back the need that had been eating at her for years. She drew herself up to her feet now and looked down at Soren awkwardly. Rayla frowned a bit, begging for Soren to say something.
“Well?”
“That was…” began the handsome knight, “Unexpected. I liked it. But… I also don’t want to hurt your chances with Callum.”
He was still so sweet. Not wishing to hurt either of his friends. Soren was a man of sacrifice, even when it came to matters of love.
“Soren, I can’t-”
“It’s alright, Rayla. Really.”
It wasn’t alright.
“Perhaps we should give it some time to process,” said Rayla.
“It’s fine, Ray. I’m backing off. For now. One day, I might just give it another shot.”
Rayla watched him wink. That arrogant wink that always made her roll her eyes was making her heart flutter madly right now. Even worse, her cheeks were smattered pink.
“If so, I might just give it another shot too, big guy.”
“If it’s Callum though… It’s alright, Rayla. Really.”
Rayla smiled affectionately at him, reaching out with a pale hand. The scratch of his beard enamored her as she cradled his cheek for a moment.
He really was the sweetest.
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Several days later…
Rayla sat atop a chair, eyes focused on sharpening her blades with a whetstone. The Moonshadow elf paused her task for a moment to watch as Stella danced around the room, climbing every surface and hanging by her tail at times to lazily peer down at her cuddle mama from the chandelier. Rayla smiled up at her lovingly. The little cuddle monkey enjoyed their moments together, but these days she was often gone playing with Bait. And really, she’d taken a liking to everyone in the “dragang” as Soren called them. They were one big family. All except for the elf. Rayla wondered if she’d ever feel fully a part of it as long as Callum hated her.
Her ears flickered at she heard the sound of rapidly approaching boots. Each tap was quick and excited, the runner ready to trip over their own feet. The feel of the vibrations was light like a feather… Callum. He was running towards her room and fast. Rayla gulped as the door flew open and Callum found himself gawking at Rayla with her pants halfway down her knees. Callum blushed at the sight of her bare curvy legs while the Moonshadow elf remained wide-eyed and frozen.
Rayla said, “Ah… Well, at least it can’t get any more embarrassing. Oh no. Not the irony.”
The soldier Marcos jogged up to Callum and said between breaths, “High Mage, why did you run off-Oh. I’ll come back later.”
Marcos, squirming and red, marched awkwardly back the way he had come. The elf was equally beet red. Her interactions with that man were always memorable, if for the wrong reasons. As for her ex-boyfriend…
Callum blushed furiously before spinning around, gazing out the hall but showing no sign of leaving.
He asked, “Um… Rayla… Sorry for barging in but also you’ll absolutely want to hear this.”
“Mah pants are up. Speak away.”
“Okay,” he said while cheerfully clapping his gloved hands together, “So I’ve found it. I know how to get your family out of the coins!”
“Wha-?!”
He ran into her bedchambers, eyes lit up like a child at a birthday party, seeming to forget his resentment against her. Callum was “dorking” out shamelessly and he was proud of himself. In that moment, Rayla’s love of him was mixed with utter relief knowing Runaan and the others would finally be out of that hellish prison. She leapt up and threw her arms around Callum. The mage smiled radiantly as they embraced, deepening the hug.
“I… I missed you, Rayla.”
“I missed you too, Callum.”
“Okay so… This is great news and all but… Um, can we talk alone? Er... not in front of the kid?”
“Stella baby, give us just a wee sec?”
Stella chirped obediently and Rayla swore she gave them both a knowing look before she skittered out of the room. Callum ran a hand through his hair timidly, immediately regretting it as his flawlessly-kempt hair became far messier.
He looked away awkwardly as he resumed his chattering, “Bad news is that I only found out how to do it with dark magic.”
“Oh… That’s not so good.”
“Right? Very bad and well… Rayla, I’m willing to do it. I am. Getting your family back is worth it.”
“But Callum… You’ve been so worried about Aaravos. What if… What if this is just what he wants? You despise Dark Magic. I can’t ask this… Not even for them.”
“Yes, you can. And I’ll be fine… I think.”
“Callum, I’m so grateful. And I’m so sorry. It’s not right you have to do something you dislike so bad just to save them.”
“It happens,” he said as his voice took on a deeper tone, “You’re not a killer Rayla. But even you… With Zym. You chose to do that to save him and sometimes to do the right thing, we have to forsake our morals. As long as we don’t make a habit of it… Perhaps we’re not really on that path of darkness.”
She watched as his eyes took on a darker hue, and for a moment, her mind struggled to understand how such words had left innocent Callum’s lips. Even so, they struck true.
“I hope so. But with you Callum… I know you’ll do the right thing in the end. Even so, be careful. I don’t want you falling into another deathly fever again. If you decide not to do this, I’ll be relieved.”
“And you’ll be mortified knowing they’re still stuck in there. I know. But I’ve chosen to do it as High Mage. I just need some time to… To prepare. To think.”
“That's more than fair,” said Rayla.
“But… Rayla, happy birthday.”
“Huh?”
Callum rubbed the back of his hair and said, “I know. I know. I’m a month late and I never wished you one. I guess I was mad at you for not wishing me one, but I always intended to give you a present. To give you the best present I could give you. A family.”
“Oh Callum… Thank you.”
“Rayla… I know I broke your heart back then. But I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve been dying without you. I miss you so bad. I’m not sleeping anymore. I miss your jokes. The way we bonded over my silly magical rambling. The way you teased me. The way you supported and kissed me. I haven’t been myself since you left two years ago, and I still don’t feel like me.”
Rayla coyly ran a hand through her white locks and asked, “Do you mean… You’ll take me back?”
“I’m asking if you’ll takemeback.”
“Callum! Yes! A thousand times yes. All month, I’ve just been pining and sulking.”
Callum’s slender but muscled arms wrapped around her back and his hug felt spectacular. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she took in his scent. The smell of dusty old books, of jelly tarts, and some sort of spices. Her dorky mage boyfriend was back. But then a bitter revelation struck her. Rayla was no good for him. The guilt was stifling as she realized either way a man would be hurt. And she’d have to tell Callum the truth. There could be no more lies if this relationship was to have a chance.
“But…” she said as she pulled away from him, “I can’t. Callum, I did something and you’re going to hate me again. And I deserve it. I really am the worst.”
“Did what? Is this about Soren?”
“About-Wha?”
“I have guards, Rayla. I know you are spending time with him. And cuddling and all that.”
“You knew?”
“Well, I figured you’d been crushing on him for a while now. The way you were so desperate to find him in the Drakewoods and how sad you got when he left.”
“I-It wasn’t-I wasn’t.” she spazzed, face utterly mortified as it had been back when Runaan learned she’d spared Marcos.
Callum took her four fingers into his five and said, “I’m not mad, Rayla. I… I don’t really care. I mean I was pissed at first. Like, it’s one of the reasons I was avoiding you lately. But now, I just want you back. I don’t mind sharing but I need to know you won’t leave me for him. That… I’m enough whether or not he’s around.”
“Of course, you are. But what are you saying? Callum, you should still be furious. Jealous. Angry. If you were in love with someone else, I’d be devastated. I was dreading it the whole time. Afraid Claudia would come back and steal you away from me or it’d be someone new. Ready to split them up the spine if you asked to share.”
“Wow, you have an active imagination. And I’m not interested in anyone else. That’s not what this is about. This is about whether you’ll come back.”
“Yes. Callum, a thousand times yes.”
He pulled her into his arms again and then Rayla reached beneath his chin, propping it up with a thumb and she kissed the man of her dreams. Her soulmate. Her everything. The kiss was deep. Her hand groped at his firm chest as they shared a tender kiss, one of a hundred they’d enjoyed together since the Oasis. Oh, how the feeling of his body drove her wild with lust! She was laying mad kisses up and down his neck. Pushing him onto the bed to kiss him deeper… and soon they were cuddled up against each other, gazing out the window at a full moon. Rayla lay huddled against his chest, a hand resting on his other pec as she drifted off to sleep. In that moment, her world was restored to her. Well, mostly.
There was no way she could risk Callum's offer no matter how much he promised it was safe. She only hoped Soren would understand.
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The time came for gathering magical ingredients or more specifically, for beginning a wild hunt. The dark magic in question called for a great number of things, few cheap or easy to acquire, and many were only found in Xadia. All that now remained, was a rare bushel of fruit and sets of enchanted antlers found on an elusive breed of Xadian deer, one needed for each coin. The Dragon Queen had been gracious. While she vehemently disagreed with their usage of forbidden magic, she made a sole exception as the family to be rescued were victims of dark magic curses. Even more, these imprisoned elves belonged to the hero Rayla who had personally saved her little boy Zym. As such, the knights of Katolis were given permission to hunt their game in the Drakewood. But never again would Zubeia allow such evil to be willingly conducted in her territory.
Soon night came upon them, and Callum, Rayla, and Soren began to set up camp.
Soren stretched his legs and flexed his back. “Oh wow. Look. At. That. Sky. Beautiful. Nothing beats the fresh outdoors, huh, gang?”
Rayla retorted mockingly, “Well, why don’t you stay out here while Callum and I take the nice warm tent then, big guy?”
“Oh! Don’t tempt me with a good time. While you have a good time!” cooed Soren with finger guns.
Rayla blushed and asked, “Wha-?”
“Just pulling your leg. But for real, you guys enjoy the tent. The sleeping bag suits me. Enjoy your couples time.”
His blue eyes grew soft at the pair of them.
Rayla said, “Soren… I don’t know…”
“Get in here, Soren,” said Callum bluntly, “We’re a trio. We stick together. Or you’ll get nabbed by another dragon.”
“Yeah,” said the Moonshadow elf, “I’m not letting you leave my sight again. Not after the Drakewood.”
“Rayla, that was…”
“I’m not losing you again.”
Her voice had a desperate edge to it, free of her usual sarcasm. Soren nodded and slipped into the tent with the both of them. Rayla gulped a bit as the tent was more cramped than she expected. Human royal tents were supposed to be bigger than this right? Stella was off in the corner, comfortably resting with her back on Bait’s side, and even they were so close that Rayla’s tippy toes could poke them. But the real issue was being between the two men she loved. The elf decided to turn towards Callum and wrap her arms around him, kissing him on the lips goodnight and snuggling in his arms. Rayla close her eyes immediately to ease the awkwardness of it all, a part of her regretting that Soren had to see this. She wondered if she should go back to sleeping in a more platonic position.
Soren broke the long silence by confessing, “So… Don’t be mad but I uh… I can’t fall asleep. You guys do know it’s only like 8 pm, right?”
“Soren, you-Actually, that’s a pretty good point,” admitted Rayla, a hand beneath her chin.
Callum said, “Yeah. I’m not falling asleep for hours. Especially with those drakes screaming out there like its mating season.”
Rayla scoffed and swatted his shoulder playfully.
The knight said, “Oh! I hope I run into my girl.”
Callum asked, “Your girl?”
Rayla sighed and said in a deadpan tone, “It’s probably just gonna be a dragon.”
“Ding! We have a winner. It’s a drake and she is my friend.”
Rayla said, “A friend eh? Maybe if we put some honey on you in the morning, we can-”
Oh no. She was imagining covering Soren’s bare muscles coated in honey… Why did all their platonic humor now feel so wrong after the kiss? She missed their bromance and morning duels with all their chaste glory.
Callum said somberly, “Actually, there is something I want to talk about. That we haven’t talked about, Rayla. Soren, can hear it too.”
“Wha-? Wait…” began Rayla, “Is this Big Feelings Time?”
“Yep. Big Feelings Time.”
“Ugh… fine,” replied the elf, defeated hand resting on her cheek, “I suppose I owe you that much.”
“You do,” said Callum with an assertive finger, “You said you were gonna put an effort to start talking about what’s aching you and… Rayla, there’s no way you aren’t feeling things. Getting Runaan back? Your parents? You haven’t seen them since you were a kid. It must be a lot on your mind.”
Rayla dug her nails into the blanket and turned to him, asking, “That’s what you’re worried about?”
“Sorry that I’m worried about my girlfriend who still won’t talk to me about what’s hurting her.”
The elf’s teeth clamped together before she lashed out, “Me? What about you? How can you be so cool about this, Callum? Runaan… What he did to your dad… And you, Soren! Harrow was your king too. Ezran’s father… None of you say anything. You're allowed to be bothered by it. To be mad.”
Soren’s eyes lowered as he answered, “Rayla, I’m happy for you. I don’t have to like the guy. But it’s fine. What he went through is punishment enough for what he did to my king.”
Callum said, “I’m not happy to see him either, Rayla, but I am happy to help restore a piece of your broken heart. When you came back, I was so mad. All I could think about was the pain you put me through. And now? And now I’m starting to think of other things. What you went through… What this means to you. I want to make it hurt less, Rayla. I love you.”
“I love you too, my moon” sung Rayla with a kiss on his lips.
Soren said, “I want to help too. I wouldn’t have done something like this otherwise. So, Rayla, how are you feeling?”
Rayla’s eyes lowered as she contemplated for a second what to say. It needed to be earnest or Callum’s trust in her would wane.
“I… I don’t know if Runaan hates me or not. I always thought that he’d survive… Get away. That he was holding back when we fought. But if he’s been alive in that prison... suffering… Has he come to hate me? I wouldn’t blame him.”
“Runaan doesn’t hate you," answered the mage.
“I hate me though… He was my father and he loved me like I was his own. I see that now. I don’t regret going with you and Ezran to save the egg but… I can never apologize enough to him. I was an ungrateful daughter. Yearning for parents, pushing him into training me when I was a wee girl just so I wasn’t so alone, and then abandoning his Ethari the last two years to grieve alone. Right when he put his trust in me, I betrayed him. And he was starved, tortured, and sealed away horrifically because of me.”
Rayla’s talons dug into her skull as she said, “Sometimes at night, I… I feel his hands wrapping around my throat and pulling me into that sea of souls. They remind me of my sins, they drag me into a grave and I wonder if… If I’m finally getting what I deserve.”
“That’s enough, Rayla!” shouted Callum as he pulled her into his chest.
Soren put a comforting hand on her shoulder and said, “He’s right. That’s enough of these… dark thoughts. I still have nightmares you know, about the day I killed… my dad. It wasn’t real but… it felt real. And it was eating at me and you know what I did?”
“What?” asked Rayla.
“I trained. I exercised. I did my duties as captain. And I laughed and ate with all my friends. I stayed where I was loved. This is where you are loved.”
“S-Soren…?” asked Rayla with a blush.
“Oh um… I didn’t mean…”
Callum said, “I know, Soren. I saw you with her and I don’t care. I just want Rayla to be fine again. So… you better be there for her too.”
Soren blinked in confusion, as did Rayla.
They asked in harmony, “What?”
Callum kissed Rayla hard on the lips again and pulled her back in his arms. Soren moved his arms hesitantly forward, freezing as if worried that touching a finger on Rayla would destroy everything he loved. At last, he lay his chest on her back and his arms wrapped around her waist. Rayla moaned and winced from the sensation, turning to receive his own kiss. She felt her heart racing as if the jaws of Sol Regem were behind her. She was in bliss being sandwiched between these two gorgeous men, bodies radiating like furnaces and spoiling her in hugs and kisses. Ambushed in the front and from behind, Rayla felt her body wanting to give into a type of pleasure there was no coming back from. She fought to resist it, simply enjoying how they kissed her and slid hands along her back, front, and legs. It was hard to cry and be sad when Soren and Callum enveloped her in so much love.
“Beautiful elf,” said Soren into her ear.
“Handsome boys,” she answered softly, growling right as she tugged on the High Mage’s ear.
Callum said, “Rayla… I love you.”
Her lips pressed again to his own.
“I love you too, Callum. And I love you too, Soren.”
That night, Rayla slept happily sweet and sound, with gentle breaths and a pleased smile on her face. Her little girl Stella lay asleep on her chest, all six limbs sprawled out. As for her two lovers, they were laying on her shoulders, arms overlapping on her stomach. Soren and Callum were close, and she found some solace that night, knowing soon her family would only grow larger. Runaan, Tiadrin, and Lain would be freed and then… And then she’d have to explain to them why she had two human boyfriends.
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#Sorayllum#Rayllum#Sorayla#The Dragon Prince#One-shot#Callum x Rayla#Soren x Rayla#Rayla x Soren#OT3#poly relationship#Because Rayla has two hands and deserves two boyfriends
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I loved your Sorayllum fanfic! Please write more.
Awwww q-q This means so much! I'd love to write another one-shot with them soon. I have plans to write separate fics on Rayllum, Sorayla, and of course Sorayllum.
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If Sorayllum isn't real, then why is she after their butts?
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If you ship Sorayla, we are automatically friends.
If you ship Rayllum, we are automatically friends.
If you ship Sorayllum, we are automatically besties.
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I’m writing a season 4 Sorayllum fic. Which being a poly ship fic, is sure to please only a tiny portion of Sorayla and Rayllum shippers and be my most unpopular Dragon Prince fic yet. 😌
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