#aaravos angst

[redr0sewrites]

so yall really werent gonna tell me ab this...

i am going to commit atrocities. why is he crying.

ANYWAYS THE OTHER ELF MIGHT BE HIS LOVE INTEREST SO THATS COOL!!!! IM CURRENTLY TRYING TO BEAT OFF THE LITTLE VOICE IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD SCREAMING THAT SHOULD BE ME WITH A STICK 😇

[redr0sewrites]

pls this is so yummy‼️ everyone go read it rn

Star-Crossed Lovers (Aaravos x Reader)

Trigger Warning: Angst, a brief allusion to sex if you squint but nothing at all explicit. Potential grammatical errors that come from writing after drinking half a bottle of sangria.

Summary: Thousands of years in the past, you find love between stacks of old magic books. Unfortunately, the world doesn't want you and Aaravos together.

2.3k~ words

Before Aaravos, your days are spent surrounded by books. 

The daughter of a widowed mother, you are nothing but thankful for your apprenticeship at Elarian’s royal library. The kingdom outside suffers with famine and disease, so you keep your head down and count your blessings for the small wage you earn that you are able to send to your mother. 

Not that you don’t love the books, of course. They provide a comforting hug between their covers, and on especially bad days where the despair seems too much to bear, you often imagine yourself taking a nap in them, pulling the pages up beneath your chin like a blanket. 

It is in the library that you first met him. 

You murmur to yourself underneath your breath, mentally counting the shelves as you put away returned books. Turning to survey the cart you pull behind you, you’re too late to stop yourself from running into the tall man in your path. 

You both tumble to the ground, books raining down around you as the cart is knocked over in your fall. 

You mumble an apology, head down as you scramble to pick up the fallen volumes. A speckled hand stops you by grabbing your wrist, and you look up to its source in shock. As you gaze into the purple face of the elf before you, you realize two things: first, that who you ran into was not a man at all, and second, that he was the most beautiful being you had ever laid eyes upon in your life.

“Not to fret,” he stands languidly, drawing a curious shape in the air. The books fly back to their places on the shelves as if they had been there all along. He stoops down and offers you a hand, a small smile on his face. “No harm done, see?” 

The deep baritone of his voice has left you speechless, and you can only stare at his hand held expectantly out in front of you. You grab it with a shaking grip, relishing in the way it tightens against your own as he pulls you up. 

You don’t know what to say as you stand before him, significantly shorter than he and much more insignificant. Elves aren’t common in Elarion; in fact, this is the first time you’ve ever seen one with your own two eyes. But they have always fascinated you, especially the tales of their wonder and magic that you’ve read about in your books. You’ve always longed for the chance to meet one. 

So of course, not that you’re standing less than two feet away from one, the first thing out of your mouth is, “What are you doing here?” 

To your great chagrin and relief, the elf tips his head back and laughs, a joyous sound that you makes you want to both listen to it for the rest of your life and slap your hand over his mouth so your boss won’t come stamping down the aisles to see what all the commotion is about. 

“You humans do have such a way with words, don’t you?” He contemplates with a certain gleam in his eye, the twisted smile never fully leaving his face. His gaze flicks to the now empty cart behind you and back. “I’m looking for a very specific book, perhaps you can help me find it?” 

And so you lead him through the shelves to a book on ancient Draconic runes, so old that its spine is cracked and the pages yellow. The elf flips through it gingerly, humming in approval. 

“Excellent. When must I return it?” 

“Keep it for as long as you need it,” you find yourself saying, even though the library’s policy is only a week for such. “It’s a great book, you can’t possibly learn everything from just one read-through.” 

The elf raises a single white eyebrow. “Oh? You’ve read it?”

You flush under his curious gaze, averting your eyes back to the floor. “Magic intrigues me,” you say, fiddling with the sash of your dress. It dawns on you then how you must look to him: poor, dirty, a wanna-be scholar in patched robes when compared to his elegance. “T’is nothing but a flight of fancy.” 

A slender lilac finger lifts your chin to meet his gaze once more. He moves close to you, the sudden proximity making s blush spread across your cheeks despite yourself. “Thirsting for knowledge is not something to ever be ashamed of.” His golden eyes peer into yours with such sincerity that you can’t look away despite how such closeness would appear to an onlooker. 

Just as quickly as it came, it was over as the elf took a step back from you just as the head librarian turned the corner. “There you are! There’s more books to be shelved up front, come on!” 

He grabs your wrist and pulls you away before you can protest. You look over your shoulder at the elf, who watches you with that damned smile until you pass out of his sight. 

    ~~~

You’re shocked the second time you meet him, standing beside the small desk in the furthest corner of the library you’ve been granted. You never thought that you’d see him again, nor that he would seek you out personally. His face brightens when he sees you approach, the shimmer on his cheeks seeming to shine with more vigor. 

“I find myself in need of more references,” he produces a rolled piece of parchment from the inside of his robes and hands it to you. “Perhaps you can help me?” 

You read over the list of titles and meet his expectant gaze. “I th-think the head librarian might be more help than I.” You curse yourself internally for stuttering, but there’s just something about this charismatic elf that leaves you flustered. 

The elf chuckles and grabs a lock of hair that had fallen into your face, tucking it behind your ear. You freeze as his fingers graze your reddened cheek, afraid that any movement will acknowledge just how dazed he leaves by his presence alone. “I do not want the head librarian to help me, I want you, (Y/n).”

You attempt to gulp back the shivers that race up your spine at hearing him say your name. “Th-that’s not fair. You know my name and I don’t know yours.”

The elf trails his fingers down your arm, his fingers twining your own for such a small fraction of a second you’d wonder if it had really happened if not for the way jerked his arm back at the touch. He seems to compose himself for a moment before letting his usual coy smile spread across his face. He presses his right hand to his breast, inclining his head down to you. “Aaravos, at your service, my lady.”

This time, you do nothing to fight the blush that blooms across your cheeks. 

~~~

He returns every day after that. Now, your days are not only spent with books, but with Aaravos. 

    Hours pass by with you sitting next to him, your heads bent conspiratorially over books as you debate their topics. You try to ignore the way his gaze lingers on your form as your job eventually pulls you away from your secluded corner of the library, or the accidental feather-light touches over your shoulders as he reaches for a tome over your head. You tell yourself that these actions have no hidden meaning, that Aaravos has lived for millenia and could never be interested in such a poor human.

You are but a blip in his incredibly long life span, and your feelings of infatuation will fade when he inevitably moves on to something much more interesting. But the way your steps quicken as you walk to the library every day, the way your day brightens at the sight of him is no lie. You’ve fallen head over heels in love with the elf. 

“I want to show you something.” Aaravos says suddenly. You put down the book you’d been in the middle of shelving to look at him. “Can you meet me on the roof here, at midnight?” 

As if you could ever say no to him.

And so that is how you find yourself huddled on the roof of the library, the full moon casting a cool glow over the rooftops of Elarion as you wait for him. You shiver slightly as a cool breeze sweeps by, only to be enveloped by warmth a moment later. 

Aaravos clasps his cloak around you, chuckling to himself at the way it pools at your feet. You burrow into it, releasing in the warmth and scent of him. His white hair gleams pale in the moonlight as he spreads out a blanket for you to sit on. You resist the urge to run your fingers through it, instead turning your attention to the brilliant smattering of stars above your head. 

“They’re beautiful,” you breathe, eyes alight with wonder. 

“Indeed you are.” You’re hyper-aware of how close Aravos is to you, only a hair's-width away. Your motions bubble up underneath your skin, and you can’t stop the words that pour out of your mouth. “I wish you wouldn’t tease me so.” 

The elf looks absolutely anguished, and guilt curls in your stomach at causing him pain. “I truly do believe you beautiful, my starlight.” You force yourself not to get distracted by the endearment, looking him square in the eye with what you conveys your seriousness. “I don’t understand, Aaravos. You are an elf- powerful, strong, magical. Everything I’m not. How can you possibly find me beautiful? Why do you keep coming back?” 

A fond smile pulls at his lips, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning into his hand as it cups your cheek. The stars on his skin twinkle brighter than those above you as he moves in close. “You are so much stronger than you think. Not to mention funny, witty, and so intelligent. You are unlike anyone I have ever met in all my years, human, elf, or otherwise.” He wipes away the tears that have begun to overflow down your face. “How could I not fall in love with you?” 

That last part is no louder than a whisper, his lips brushing yours before he finally pulls you into a searing kiss. He groans into you, a deep, guttural sound that has you quaking to your core. The kiss grows more fervent as you press yourself to his chest, your fingers tracing the pinpricks of light that litter his skin. He lays you back onto the blanket, and that night shows you just how much he truly loves you so that you will never need to question it again. 

~~~

“I call it dark magic.” 

In one hand Aaravos holds flickering flame painted black. In the other, he holds a withering phoenix feather. 

You can barely contain your curiosity as you examine the black fire he holds further. “How does it work?” 

With a wave of his hand, the fire is extinguished, and he replaces it with your hand as he pulls you close to him. “I’ll explain everything to you later, just know that I have found a way to keep us together, forever.” 

You hum contentedly into his chest as his arms wind themselves around you. Whom else could boast that someone loves them to the point of creation?

~~~

Elarian is on fire. 

You can only watch in horror as your beloved library is burned to the ground, going up in flames as fast as a forest in drought. A roar sounds in the distance, and through the smoke on a nearby hilltop you can see the outline of a monstrous dragon. In front of him, a flash of white hair that you could identify even in your sleep. 

With burning lungs, you fight your way through the crowd of confused townspeople fleeing from the dragon. You stumble up the hill, clothes singed and covered in soot. 

“You have violated the sacred order of our magic.” The dragon rumbles, his light blue scales a stark contrast to the burning red around you. 

“I have violated nothing!” Aaravos shouts, shoulders shaking in a rage you have never seen from him. “I work to unite elves and humans together!” 

It is then that he notices you. You reach for him, and he catches you just before you collapse to the ground. He brushes the soot off your face as best he can, doing his best to comfort you despite the fear shining in his eyes. “I’ll get us out of this, my love. I promise.” 

The dragon watches the two of you in stony silence. He raises his claw, drawing a rune in the air. 

A flash of white light blinds you, and the last thing you comprehend is Aaravos’s howl of fury. 

~~~

Time passes differently here, in the replica of the library where you’d once worked. You spend your days, or what you think are days, at least, reading and putting away books. Just as you’d always done before Aaravos came into your life and turned it into something wonderful. 

You’ve long figured out that this is not your actual library, merely an illusion built to keep you complacent. Imprisoned. Anger churns in you. Imprisoned for what? Loving one whom the world deemed you not meant to love. Loving one who would go so far as to invent a magic just for you, so that you may wield it as your own and never grow old by his side? 

You are anything but complacent in your prison disguised as your paradise. Aaravos will come for you, you’re sure of it. And when he does, the both of you will get your revenge on all those that had conspired to keep you apart. 

And so you sit patiently and wait, for nothing can keep two star-crossed lovers apart for long. 

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[dragonsbluee]

Ok so we know these are Leola's bones and we know Aaravos was imprisoned beside them.

Now consider, while he may not have been able to see them from his prison, Aaravos being surrounded by his daughters remains means he was also distinctly aware of them breaking down, decomposing overtime or being touched by other creatures.

Consider an Aaravos who uses his light form to project himself into the waters around his prison and see pieces of his daughter's bones breaking apart. Watching her be slowly buried under the sand or overtake by any manner of plant or creature. Did he feel the ocean floor shift or shake when the first pieces of her ribs fell off?

To make things worse, if her bones are here, and her body fell to earth, that means Aaravos didn't just cry over the crater she fell into, he cried over her body. Or whatever was left of it. Maybe He saw the flesh rot from her bones, but more likely her body burned falling to earth, and he saw her shattered skeleton instead.

Would he have rearranged her bones to lay correctly? Or could he not bring himself to touch any of them?

The more you think about it the worse it gets.

[thrandilf]

soft, but cold

He couldn't bring himself to get rid of her belongings.

Keeping everything clean and tidy hurt, but somehow the maintenance hurt less than pretending he had a spare bedroom. Aaravos had already cried his ocean, but it didn't make the tightness in his chest any less painful.

The primal stones she'd made had been the first things he'd packed up that first day back, taking care to wrap each carefully and set them aside, their uses already swirling in his mind- but he wouldn't think of such things in her room. After that, he'd folded and put away other toys and clothing, leaving everything set for her to come home, which she'd never do.

Now, he just dusted and kept the place clean.

He changed the bedding for something to do, throat aching. Then, he pulled out a toy chest full of stuffed animals, sniffling as he did so.

She'd had a meticulous schedule laid out for which stuffed animals she held at night so no one got left out. He wondered where she'd left off.

Aaravos took a deep breath, wiping away another tear as he set all of the stuffed animals on the bed, going through the motions of tucking them in. Her favorite had always been a unicorn plush, but she'd also insisted to him that she wouldn't tell the other plushies that, and he'd agreed to keep her secret.

Even creatures made of stuffing had her full love.

If only, if only, that had been her only secret.

He stood there for a long time, how long was impossible to say, but eventually he caved. What was missing was warmth, and he was the only one left to provide it. Leaving the bed empty just felt... too sad.

Her bed was long enough for an average adult, but Aaravos's ankles hung off of the edge of it even as he curled up around the armful of plushies, as if he could close his eyes and imagine she was back, but they weren't warm enough or alive for it to work. He clutched them close, as if to make up for the lifetime of love they'd all lost.

Aaravos had already cried his ocean, but that didn't stop him from letting tributaries of tears slide down his cheeks as he waited for the mercy of sleep.

[a-confused-spoon]

I have a lot of conflicting thoughts on Aaravos's backstory, but you know what DOES get me?

It's the fact that Aaravos is the only Startouch elf who allows humans to see him on record. It's the fact that Leola wasn't even remembered, nor she's an important figure in human history, unlike Ziard or so.

It's the fact that if Aaravos spent 100 years crying, by the time he stopped, whoever might have known his daughter was gone and he had no one to grieve with. It's the fact that if she's not remembered, he didn't even find someone who'd care for the story, not outside the fact that she was a being of the heavens.

It's the fact that if she's mentioned as a unicorn alone, I wonder how much of what Aaravos shared with whoever wrote down the information was actually listened to. It's the fact that, if Startouch elves are so apathetic and detached and so much more complex than any living thing on Xadia, to fathom how a God such as him could have humane feelings might have been impossible for whoever he talked to next.

It's the fact that to be worshipped isn't the same as being loved.

It's the fact that for thousands of years he alone grieved the little girl she was, and no one ever sympathized with him as the broken-hearted father he is.

[redr0sewrites]

hey what if we didnt do this today

my heart is slowly breaking and if u listen very closely u can hear it

Season 6 Aaravos is really gonna punch us Aaravos stans in the guts, and we’ll be happy about it and say thank you.

[biopsssihozz]

not sure which one i like more hhhh

i binged dragon prince in two and a half days, have read all the fics i was interested in and am now a little obsessed. and aaravos is one of the reasons, he is such an evil and manipulative dramatic babygirl i love him <33

[numptypylon]

Rayla: Callum… come back to me…

Aaravos!Callum: *smirking* Such familiar words; this boy asked the same from you, on so many nights, desperate, pleading…

Rayla: *failing to get up, collapsing in the snow* C-come… back-

Aaravos!Callum: *spreading arms, wings forming, smirking as he ascends, leaving her on the ground*

And it zooms out to a lonely, snowy wilderness, just Rayla a tiny figure below, getting smaller, a feather falling down with the snowflakes.

[sthormiiii]

super specific orphan queen and aaravos drawing which most likely only makes sense in my head !!!

and pt2 of it, which is v sketchy im sorry

[mercymermaid]

okay okay because there is such a good aaravos angst potential all of us are waving aside (s6 spoilers!!)

leola this, leola that (from the bottom of my heart, i am so sorry, that hurt me to write, i love leola she is my baby), he just *came back to life*. technically he wasn't dead. but.

that is centuries of being in a prison, with dulled senses, alone, in the suffocating quiet and dim light and an absolute pearlescent wall keeping him from doing any magic, locking him away from everything that makes him alive.

and now he's flung back into existence, and all of those senses, all of those bright lights and sounds and breezes and heat and cold and smells and feelings slam back in like a tidal wave. hell, that's not even mentioning the *magic*. all of the magic he's connected to comes right back, all of the starlight he's been hidden from shines upon him once more.

and you're telling me he just took it like a champ? oh hell no, no way. sure, maybe he managed to tough it out while he's being all mysterious with claudia and terry, and whatever may potentially happen in s7, but the second he's alone? (realistically, never, he is Massive, but hush now) all the feelings and senses he's been pushing through come right back, and he gets a juicy breakdown, trying to ground himself as horrible sensation after sensation ram into him now that he's actually allowing it o happen

just hmo on that guys

[redr0sewrites]

I really need An Angsty fic with Aaravos and Reader where the reason he helps the Humans get what they want was so that they could destroy Eachother cus the humans killed his lover Aka Reader?

Anyway this is just a Lil idea that popped up I hope it's OK lol :) I luv my starboi☆

im sorry this took so long 😭 i love this request it really made me excited to see!!!! again im so sorry it took forever to get too i was on vacation for a while and i lost track of time <\\\3 anyway, hope u enjoy

🥀Cw: angst with no comfort, aaravos is in mourning, slight descriptions of violence and murder, depression

your death had been an accident, that is what aaravos had been told. a simple casualty of war, someone who got caught in the cross hairs of something they couldn't control. it was supposed to reassure him, it was supposed to make him feel better about your passing. and yet, it didnt. the screams of anguish that escaped from aaravos' throat cut through the air like a knife through butter, slicing waves of agony over anyone who heard them. you were gone, his precious star.

you had always been so kind, so willing to help others. you had tried to see the good in humans, you had always believed in them. your own sense of justice caused your demise. the beings that you had once loved and cared for so much had slain you, leaving aaravos painfully, dreadfully alone. aaravos remembered you well. he remembered long conversations under the stars, the both of you giggling and smiling as though nothing could ever hurt you now.

"what we have is special", you always told him with a smile. "nothing can hurt us if we have eachother". and yet, you were gone. aaravos woke yet sobbing again, your side of the bed disgustingly cold and empty. the sight of your face and the warmth of your touch was fleeting, disappearing as his dream faded. he tried to reach out, to warn you not to go, but every time you slipped through his fingers, telling you would be just fine. he felt like he was drowning in his own tears, reminiscing your final hours together.

"i'll be back soon my love", you giggled. "theres nothing to worry about. im only visiting the humans again!" despite the overwhelming sense of foreboding gnawing painfully at his gut, aaravos had nodded. oh, how regret burned in his heart at that simple acceptance.

aaravos remembered everything. he had lived a long, long time. he remembered every wound, every scar, and yet none stung as much as your death. he remembered when you first started helping the humans, you had offered magic to those pitiful creatures. aaravos had tried to warn you, he had tried to tell you that this path only led to pain, but you wouldn't listen. you never did. you told him to trust you, and trust you he did. aaravos followed you without a care or a reason, he loved you unconditionally in the same way that the moon loves the sun, always chasing, always wanting, and yet you always slipped away when sunrise came.

another tormenting dream. aaravos woke again, gasping and shivering as tears spilled down his cheeks. he reached towards your side of the bed, than remembered. aaravos layed back down, sinking bitterly into the mattress below him. nothing was comfortable now that you were gone. pastries were not sweet enough, wine was not strong enough, and sleep was not long enough.

the wound that was your death had festered and rotted so much within aaravos' heart that he feared he did not have one anymore. anguish had turned to regret, regret into depression, and depression into anger. the anger had only grown stronger, the loss of your light in his world was too much to bear.

the humans would burn for this, he wanted them all to feel the pain of his rotting heart. they had stolen his life, his love, his sun, and he would steal theirs. the creatures you had onlce loved, the beings you had put so much time and energy into saving, those despicable humans, they would pay. deep down, somewhere broken and small, a voice whispered from aaravos' heart that maybe, just maybe, this wasnt what you would have wanted. but that didnt matter anymore. you werent there to tell him that.

eee hope u enjoyed! this turned out better than expected :0

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Horrible new theory about Runaan's shirt today.

-no, not the new one, the one he lost-

He's still got his green assassin shirt here on the balcony, and vest too:

But by the time Gren is thrown into the dungeon a couple days later, it's missing.

Runaan's also sporting bags under his eyes because he'd been kept awake all night, enjoying Viren's frustrations about losing Harrow and also getting denied the crown of Katolis.

So. About that missing shirt.

I can't think of too many things worse for a guy who wears four shirts at once than to have them all taken off while he's badly hurt and manacled to the wall, and then be tickled half to death all night long, on his birthday.

[requiem-rose]

I'm surprised that no one's brought up the very real possibility that, during the time skip, Ethari might have begun to move on and is now in a serious relationship with someone else.

If so, then obviously it won't last long once Runaan and Ethari reunite (Ruthari forever, am I right). But! Can you imagine the sheer angst of the whole situation? Runaan's heartbreak at seeing his husband, his guiding moon, with someone else, when it was the thought of getting back to Ethari that helped him regain his sense of self.

Ethari's simultaneous joy that Runaan is alive coupled with his guilt of both moving on with someone else and having to break his new partner's heart because he can't deny that despite his feelings for him, maybe even loving him, his heart ultimately belongs to Runaan, always and forever.

His partner's heartbreak because he really does love Ethari, he wants a life with him, but he knows there's nothing he can do to keep him by his side and he has no choice but to let him go.

[n1blakelover]

i’ve seen so many people theorize that rayla stabs callum, while possessed by aaravos, which are good theories. but i raise you to rayla trying to pull herself together to stab callum with the nova blade while he’s recovering from a previous hit that someone blows on him, and as she’s preparing to do it, (bc she won’t be able to lets be honest) callum (aaravos) pulls one of rayla’s butterfly blades out from where it was probably dropped previously and stabs rayla instead. and that’s what’s strong enough to make callum break free from aaravos. the heartbreak he experiences from killing rayla

[chubis]

A dying breath...

A unicorn horn...

Blood filled with hatred...

[stardust948]

Me, showing up to The Dragon Prince fandom 3 years later with an ice coffee: Hey I heard there's girl dad angst