#dragon prince writing ideas

[moon-sky-sun-earth-ocean-stars]

Dargon prince writing prompts

I decided to do a post to ideas and prompts I have or recieved of the dragon prince, so people might decide to write them. Feel free to use them. It would be nice to get credit or message if you do use them but it's not necessary. If you have other ideas write me in the comments or in a message and I might add them to this list. If you do write a fic for one of this prompts and you'll send it to me I'll add a link to it in the post.

Sunfire elves royal family

Rayla and Suroh meet again

Trenda and Pozili (because they both scholars skywing elves)

Runaan's thoughts when he sees Tiadrin and Lain in the coins

Eltha and Somma meet and talk about botanics or has a special botanic project together

Soren in camp Katolis

Terry coming out as trans

Astrid coming out as trans

Villads adventures

Why Darys was in Scumport (ideas: could be because he lost sunforge dagger, or maybe he was undercover, or he has a hobby of going to fighting pits, or he started to trade goods from the human kingdoms after the border was opened and that why he went to Scumport)

Rayla meets Tressal in Chasing Shadows

Viren coping with Lissa leaving

In the lore book of tales of xadia there are many short folk stories, each of them can be idea for a fanfic.

Lira and Somma in bun bun fire night in Silvergrove

[all-things-fandomstuck-writes]

Hey, uhm..... Aaravos x reader fic. Pre-established relationship, sort of. Reincarnations. Angst. Probably a series?

So, basically, Reader and Aaravos were a thing before Aaravos got imprisoned, and Reader got sent to another world because it was deemed too dangerous to let them stay, because the Arch Dragons thought that Reader would try to break Aaravos out of prison. Reader has died and reincarnated multiple times in the three hundred years they've been apart. They somehow make their way back to Xadia, and find out about Aaravos through Callum and Ezran. Reader doesn't recognize his name, or remember their past, but Aaravos certainly does. And now, Aaravos is even more determined to break out of prison so that he can reclaim his lost love. He will have them by his side once more. Even if he had to kill to make it so.

I'm thinking of either calling it "Written in the Stars" or "Rewrite the Stars".

So, uhm.... Anyone interested?

[musicals-and-mushrooms]

claudia dragonprince should not be going through the horrors she should be playing christine canigula in a community theatre production of be more chill

[virenkinnie]

what’s up guys i’m back at it with another epic awesome au!! on todays menu we have an au i literally forgot about for 2 years until today 👅👅

it’s a “what-if” type of thing where callum leaves without a word to study magic instead of rayla leaving to find viren, and rayla and ezran kinda tweak out and spend those two years looking for him. very fun! i will make an actual storyline soon but for now i’m just fucking around with some silly doodles

[bat-snake]

Couple little things of reading to Leola, in three stages of quality. Realms Beyond Time isn't exactly at-age reading material, but it still sure makes her sleep.

Plus Discworld??? And The Dark Crystal??? (with friends)

Or at the very least, loving homages that could realistically exist 2000 years in the past. I should actually solidify what kind of stories Leola was told...

[self-spaghettification]

SBCW 2 Day 1: Pieces

And just like that, the mirror fell to pieces, an ear splitting cacophony of glass shards ringing out.

…Audible even in the dizzy rush of the switch of consciousness.

It was over, and everyone was satisfied enough with his stuttered reassurances of wellbeing to leave him alone for now.

Callum crouched down to examine a shard, seeing his own face in the reflections, broken and distorted and …wrong. Like the way Callum felt after he had regained control of his own body- strangely disconnected from his own limbs, his own vocal cords- I have no voice, yet I must scream.

Rayla and Ezran and Soren all looked at him differently after that too, concerned, but afraid. He couldn’t blame them, either. He wished he could just tell them he’d never say any of that to them, that it wasn’t true, but it wouldn’t matter.

It wasn’t fair. He had spent so long chasing magic, chasing freedom, and after all the hard choices and refusal…and with everything with Rayla it felt like magic was the only constant that had been there for him and now…

He had no idea what to do now. He had no idea how to contact Aaravos, how to get him out of his head, if he would come back at any moment. Breathe, just breathe, Callum. It’ll be ok.

How much longer could he keep telling himself that?

This mirror was supposed to be something key.

The key… Harrow had given it to him. He was destined for magic.

That was supposed to be a good thing. He could help people. He was a mage. But now… the words just felt sour and sick.

He would never even know the primal sources well if not for Aaravos’s key. This whole time he had been pursuing magic from someone who would do… this?

He was useless…powerless…even more so than when… when he wasn’t good at anything. For a moment, part of him wished he had never picked up that primal stone. Was it better to be good at nothing at all than to be destined for evil? He honestly… didn’t know.

No, no. Bad thought. If he could just…. Avoid dark magic, that should be enough, right?

The thought felt hollow after this, like Aaravos had taken it from him too.

He blinked tight, and seared in his eyes was the way it felt for foreign magic to be forced through them, for them to shine as his body was brought to a bow. Haunting even his eyes at rest, he forced them open once again.

He picked up a shard, holding it tight in his hand, catching his likeness in the now hollowed glass. Despite everything, it was still…him.

A broken reflection, how more fitting could it be? He thought he had known who he was, had finally started to heal and then just… there she was.

Only with this, it’s not like he could just pick up the pieces and try again. It had seemed so solid and yet…One petty flourish and the mirror had fallen to pieces. What last tap would it take for Callum to break?

Rivulets ran crimson down his wrist, absentminded and unwittingly holding a broken piece so tight it hurt him, and yet… he just couldn’t let go.

There was no second guessing it. He couldn’t let this happen to him again. Whatever it took, he refused to let himself be someone he couldn’t. To lose control like that again. He looked away, but the question had already slithered in— Just what exactly would it take?

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Thanks 2 @parroset for beta/feedback bc I was convinced this was garbage but maybe it is. Decent? anyway I have barely any experience writing Callum so we learn as we go fr🙏

[astrodances]

Olympics prompt

So I may end up regretting this, taking a long time, or maybe not even following through (fair warning XD), but I like learning about different Olympic sports, so, in an effort to do so, I thought of a prompt idea:

give me a character (or two) [for a fandom I know] + an Olympic sport, and I'll try to draw or write something for it! 😄⚽️🏊🏃🥇

[dio-icarticaae]

Soooooo finished watching The Dragon Prince recently and then had a realization about a fun possibility for a crossover with the Owl House:

The Collector and The Archivists are Startouch Elves.

The Collector and the Archivists are powerful (sort of?) immortal space-themed beings whose magic looks purple. That sounds a lot like Aaravos and what we know of Startouch elves, right?

Plus, look at Aaravos in a hood vs The Collector and Archivists in a hood/cap:

The silhoutte is very similar. Horns could easily be hidden under there for the Archivists, and The Collector is presumably young enough that their horns could be hidden by their hood/cap.

And even though we see The Collector have 5 fingers in The Owl House, that can easily be said to be an illusion or something to blend in slightly with witches.

Anyway. Since The Collector is "off to the stars" post-Owl House, it's entirely possible for him to stumble across Xadia's planet at some point if we assume he's a Startouch Elf and The Owl House and The Dragon Prince take place in the same universe.

[spilledbeans116]

OooOoOoOo new art trend let’s all draw Vegeta in bunny outfits and reblog the art to this post OooOoOoOo

OoOooOoo you feel the strong urge to do this ooOooOoo

[zuppizup]

Six Sentence Sunday - A Dark Alternative

More than anything, she wanted to see him smile again. “So, you seem to be doing well translating all these Moonshadow runes-”

Callum chuckled, narrowing his eyes at her. “I can see a ‘but’ coming here,”

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t realise my ‘but’ would offend you so.” Rayla grinned cheekily at him, struggling not to laugh at his sudden bright blush or how his eyes seemed to dart involuntarily to her rear.

“Eh, no, that’s not what-”

“Relax, dummy,” she snorted, rolling her eyes at his adorable fumbling. “You’ll panic your poor horse.”

Callum sighed, shaking his head at her clear amusement. “You were saying?”

“Ah yes, buts,” Rayla laughed again at his exasperated grumble

- Excerpt from my dark magic AU. First arc almost complete but, as usual, it’s grown far beyond that. I’m currently projecting ~50 chapters. Featuring childhood friends to strangers to confused pining, contemplating how a world more accepting of dark magic would affect the economy of the Pentarchy and Xadia, mapping and hydrology… you know, typical fanfic stuff.

[lunarifie]

THE RING????? THE BUTTERFLY BOWTIE???? ITS ONLY BEEN A YEAR AND YET THEYRE ACTING AS IF HES BEEN GONE A CENTURY!!!!!!

IM GONNA THROW UP.

[medu-nefer]

a few of my fics 👉👈

🦇 EMPIRE OF THE VAMPIRE 🦇

first kiss (rated T, Baron, written for the Year of the OTP 2023)

During one of their late night secret meetings, Aaron and Baptiste begin something new.

(secret randezvous, some flirting, first kiss)

wedding/proposal (rated T, Baron, written for the Year of the OTP 2023)

Shortly after settling in Aveléne, Aaron and Baptiste are approached by their new priest - the very same priest who doesn't like the fact that they live as a married couple but haven't had the wedding.

Fortunately, as far as he's concerned, there's a very clear way out of this predicament.

(Baron get married and accepted by their new community)

sunshine (rated T, Baron, written for the Year of the OTP 2023)

What starts with Aaron being woken up by the smell of Baptiste's blood, ends with his lover being cradled in an angel's embrace.

Fortunately for them, the halo comes simply from the daystar's light dancing in Aaron's hair.

(just pure fluff for the boys, middle-aged men being soft and in love)

The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To (rated E, Baron)

Loving each other enough to let him go, Aaron and Baptiste decide to split up, fearful of how their forbidden relationship could end, should they ever be discovered.

As it turns out, parting ways is much harder than expected. Call it God's will or Devil's temptation but they just can't do it.

Cue smut 👌

(religious conflict, past trauma [baron de coste can choke], angst and feels, breakup gone wrong, happy ending, graphic smut)

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🐉 THE DRAGON PRINCE 🐉

Nightly Exertions (rated E, Ruthari)

Shortly after their wedding, Runaan wakes up alone in bed. Naturally, he goes on a search for his missing husband.

And once he finds him, things... escalate.

(graphic smut, the brand new husbands have fun in the workshop)

weak blood, draw from this gift (rated T, written for @miharin)

Viren may have come to terms with his upcoming death but a certain someone most definitely hasn't. Cue the emissary who's only here for the drama.

(set after S5; Kim'dael buys Viren some time at Aaravos' behest)

[winterstorm032802]

Bloodmoon Huntress Rayla AU

Sometimes, she wakes up to feeling blood all around her, not in a good way. If there even is a good way to word it like that.

It's like a horrible stain on her, itching all around her whenever the mere thought of that night comes to play. She barely remembers that night. She just knows that there were beasts. Probably rabid Banthers, and she collapsed after fighting and covered in blood. That's the only answer... right? Yeah, only answer.

Rayla internally scolds herself, not knowing why the thought of that random night is coming back when they are facing a horrible threat.

"I recognize that bow. How interesting it's passed to you. How long has it been?"

Rayla grits her teeth as she holds the bow and its string, already nocked with an arrow and ready to fly. Callum, Soren, and Ezran look between the two Moonshadow elves in confusion. Kim'dael, the Bloodmoon Huntress, standing ever so poised ahead of them. Rayla glares at her, and the itch of blood is coming back.

"Hm... are you still a non-killer? It's disappointing, I thought you'd make a good Huntress."

Rayla furrows her brows, looking a bit confused. "How... do you know that?" "Should I be offended? You sound as if you don't remember me." Rayla scoffs. "Oh, I remember, I was there when you tried to kill me when I was just a kid."

Callum's soft, "What?" doesn't go unnoticed by the two elves, Rayla merely brushes his question off. She keeps looking at Kim'dael, eyes trained on her for any movements. "So you don't remember our other meeting." "What..?" "I tried to make you like me, imagine my utter devastation to know you've never killed. Yet you look like one, unfortunately, you weren't fit to be a Huntress like me."

The itching of blood is getting worse. She can taste blood on her lips. She isn't hurt. What is going on?

"What are you talking about?"

"You certainly remember the night, covered in blood. Seems you're failing to remember what led to it."

"Rabid banthers."

"That much blood for what, two banthers? Think on it."

The taste is getting stronger. It's not her blood...

An elf she never knew, on the ground, their throat cut with a slice. Their blood...

Rayla lowers the bow just slightly. "What did you do to me?"

"I tried to make you like me. I did not know you never killed anyone. Some assassin you are."

The sun is beating down on them, and everything in Rayla is on high. It doesn't feel like a sun. It's like a Sunforge blade or a dragon's fire beating down on her specifically.

"Rayla, what's wrong?"

Rayla, with a slight tremble, directs the arrow to Kim'dael. "..."

She merely grins and ends up to the side as the arrow whizzes past.

"Fulminis!"

Another dodge, this time nowhere in sight. Everyone moves, trying to gauge the Bloodmoon Huntress's next location. "Rayla, snap out of it." Before she can respond to Soren, the cold smell of blood is at her throat. Kim'dael, right behind her.

"I can smell it. You've shed someone's blood, maybe next time, try to finish the job assassin."

She's frozen in place as Kim'dael holds out that vial of blood for Rayla to see, only to take a drop and disappear once more. Rayla's mind is blank, her entire body still. Then she drops, hearing her friends calling to her in worry as the sun swells down.

~

Rayla sits up with a start. Someone grabs her arm and keeps her settled down. The taste of blood is still fresh in her mouth. "Hey, Rayla. Calm down, breathe. Stay with me." She looks, that familiar High Mage of hers. "I need you to focus."

Rayla merely shakes her head slowly and then covers her eyes with her hands, unable to bear whatever reality she has woken to. She remembers it now. The blood, Kim'dael's voice, all of it. Searing itself back into her mind. "There's something wrong with me..."

"Rayla, what do you mean?"

She can feel whatever is wrong with her. Festering around her. The mention of the blood she spilled when underwater that night, it makes the festering grows.

[milevenstancyendgame]

The Dragon Prince/Stranger Things Crossover Scenarios

(ship-free, so everyone can enjoy)

-Dustin immediately loving Bait and the baitlings, because they remind him of Dart. Asking Ezran a million questions about them.

-Everyone from ST loving Zym and the kids freaking out, because HOLY SHIT IT'S A Dragon!

-Soren being instant bffs with Steve and they start commiserating each other about their babysitting/Ezran guard-duties.

-El shyly admiring Rayla and her knives, until she manages to ask her for a demonstration, and Rayla being speechless when she uses her powers to snatch one of the knives from her mid-air.

-Callum and Will drawing together, discussing wizard/mage tactics and spells.

-Amaya taking Max under her wing, with Green translating. Giving her wise auntie-advice and showing her cool swordfighting moves, and asking her for a skateboarding demonstration (she's super impressed).

-Mike and Callum nerding out together and commiserating each other's "They just won't listen to me/let me help!"-experiences

-Lucas admiring Corvus and proudly telling him that he's a ranger too, asking for tracking tips. Corvus being shocked to hear about the racism in Lucas' world.

-Soren making Lucas a member of the crownguard.

-Ezran bonding with Erica over being the younger sibling, and being very interested in MLP and D&D.

-Rayla, Aanya, Max, and Eleven going shopping together.

-Robin loving that Janai and Amaya are the lesbian queens of an elf kingdom, and them being shocked to hear about the homophobia in Robin's world.

-Nancy and Opeli.

-NANCY AND OPELI.

-Jonathan and Corvus sitting silently in the corner until suddenly their bffs.

-Robin and Corvus playing a duet together on trumpet and cello.

-Janai crowning Erica as honorary queen.

-Aanya and Eleven bonding over having to shoulder so much responsibility as a child.

-Argyle and Soren making the dumbest and most hilarious jokes. Soren sharing some mushroom with him (pssh, don't tell Corvus).

[kaijukaida14]

Okay so rq-

I have multiple story ideas, and I've decided "F*ck it, I'ma post this sh*t" but I don't know where to start.

Since I don't know jack about using AO3, Wattpad won't let me post on Incognito Tabs, and I barely even touch Quotev anymore, I'm using Tumblr for this. But before that, I need to ask what y'all want to see first from the unorganized broom closet that is my brain.

[alectoperdita]

for 1/24: seto is a knight under king gozaburo and jounouchi is his squire and they get sent on a mission to slay a dragon

Thanks for sending this prompt! It was a neat one and it definitely lit a lot of neurons in my brain. But I'm starting to get the sneaking suspicion, from this attempt and how loooong it took me to write May you be blessed with fortune and (mis)adventure, that I'm not fit for writing medieval fantasies. So as much as I wanted to finish this one, I struggled with the specifics, especially convincing dialogue.

So rather than let this languish forever in my notes app, I thought I would put what I did manage out instead of WIP Snippet Sunday. Everything I know about knights in fiction comes from Tamora Pierce's Tortall series and the Merlin TV show, and this is very much more of the former than the latter.

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What an unceremonious homecoming.

The throne room was virtually empty save for the handful of lords, mainly ministers, gathered at the foot of the dais. Every one of them was a surly old man, with the surliest seated on the throne itself. The only person Seto cared to see welcome him home, his little brother, was nowhere in sight.

The sparse audience, the king's impassive expression, the invisible yet unmistakable border drawn between him and the royal retinue—it put Seto on high alert. Years of practice allowed him to maintain an impassive expression as he knelt before the throne, lowering his head as etiquette dictated before he spoke, "Sire."

From behind, rustling clothing and a soft thud reminded him of his squire's presence.

"Hail to the king," the man muttered. While he managed to control his volume, for once, the salutation reverberated through the empty chamber.

"Welcome home, Seto." The king gazed at him down the length of his nose.

He kept his head bowed. Neither he nor his squire before the king granted them permission to rise. Which he failed to do for the duration of his questioning. Seto tucked his clenched fist out of direct sight and gritted his teeth as he gave his report on the border situation. Nothing he said was news to the king. Seto was merely regurgitating months of reports previously sent by the garrison's commander.

Whenever he heard the person behind him shift restlessly, he tensed, even if he never paused in what he said as he held the king's steely and unflinching gaze. When he finally had nothing left to say, the silence dragged out interminably. It was deafening in its volume as the ministers traded glances with one another.

But no one dared to speak before the king did.

At last, Gozaburo shifted, smiling indulgently at Seto as a portion of the formality chipped from his posture. "Seto, you are a shining example of valor for the realm. Every knight in the realm would do well to follow your lead."

"Thank you, sire. You're too kind," he said despite the sourness invading his taste buds. A cold dread flooded his body when the king's grin widened.

"There truly is no one else that I can entrust with a mission of such importance," the king continued.

Seto sucked in a sharp breath. Then as it always did, the other shoe dropped.

***

"I don't understand how you can be so calm about this! He's trying to kill you!" His squire was pacing a hole into the rug. After a pause, he added, "And me!"

It was a miracle the blond man managed to keep his mouth shut until they were behind closed doors. It had taken years and more than a few literal beatings (though through no intervention of Seto's) before the necessity of discretion sunk through Joseph's thick skull.

Ignoring the rant, Seto collapsed into an armchair. His once-perfect posture transformed into a defeated slouch. Their most recent quest and the vast distance they traveled to return here took its toll on him, mentally and physically. Needless to say, not even Seto had expected to be called for an immediate audience with the king, only to be handed an even greater challenge.

Some might even say impossible.

Even though they were in his chambers, he knew better than to speak too freely or too truthfully. The castle walls had ears.

Seto's voice remained perfectly flat as he spoke, "His majesty honors us by tasking us with a mission of such great importance."

Joseph froze in the midst of his pacing. The squire spun to gape at him. "A dragon, your royal highness. Your father is sending you to your death at the jaws of a beast!"

Seto sagged deeper into his seat. He didn't need to be reminded. Felling a dragon, while difficult, could be done. But none had achieved such a feat without a company of men at minimum. Seto had been tasked to do so armed only with his wits, might, and the questionable support of one unruly squire.

He squeezed his eyes close and pinched the bridge of his nose. It did little to stave the headache building in the base of his neck and creeping up into the crown of his head. He merely listened as the other man shuffled in the background. Probably resumed his worried pacing.

So he was startled when warm fingers grasped his chin. With wide eyes, he looked up, locking with Joseph's rich brown eyes. The room was significantly dimmer with all the curtains drawn shut to block out the light. The squire's golden brow was furrowed by concern. Nor did he resist as the man pushed up on his jaw and tilted his head over the chair's back.

"You're getting another one of those headaches, ain't ya?" Joseph asked.

Seto should scold him for his diction. For his forwardness. But the pressure crushed his skull until it threatened to crack like a melon. A whimper threatened to break free.

"Okay, you need to lie down."

Without waiting for an answer, the squire heaved his aching body and hauled him across the room. Seto hit his bed with a soft oof. For a hysterical moment, it felt as if the down mattress threatened to swallow him like the maws of a dragon. But it passed when Joseph guided him against the pillow. Then, Joseph fiddled with a piece of cloth, soaking it in a basin of water before laying it over Seto's forehead and eyes, obscuring his haloed view of the squire.

"Close your eyes and rest for a bit. We were on the road nonstop. I'll go and see if the healer has any tinctures that can help." Clothing rustled as Joseph rose to his full height. The bed bounced as he removed his weight.

Without thinking, Seto's hand shot out blindly but nabbed the other man's sleeve. A momentary weakness that filled him with self-loathing.

"Why can't you always be this subservient?" he needled. At least his voice didn't crack.

Joseph's calloused fingers gripped his wrist, squeezing every so gently before he removed Seto's grip. "Maybe you should try being less of a royal pain-in-my-ass the rest of the time. I'll be back."

Seto dug his fingers into the blanket, merely listening as the chamber doors squeaked open and shut. Then he was alone.

***

Joseph Wheeler hadn't been Seto's first choice for a squire. He hadn't even been the last choice. But that was because he wasn't anyone's preferred choice.

Joseph was of common birth. He had no ties to the royal family or a noble house. A peasant through and through. The only reason he'd been allowed to train for the knighthood was because of a ridiculous tradition instituted by Seto's grandfather. Every five years, the kingdom administered a test open to the children of common folk, selecting one to join the current cohort of pages. A slim and unlikely pathway to the upper class if one had the conviction (or in most cases, parents with the money and resources).

No one could say why Joseph had been chosen out of a dozen others. Maybe the knight master and other trainers thought it'd be good for a laugh.

Seto, who was on the verge of becoming a squire himself, had certainly wrinkled his nose at the selection when he heard.

The blond had been at the upper limit of ages allowed. Most noble children would've been embarrassed to be a starting page at that age. Joseph came to the castle without friends or advantages waiting in the wing. No one expected him to last.

The only question was what ran out first. The boy's meager resources or his fortitude or his luck.

But Joseph endured. Not always well or graciously or intelligently. But he dug his heel, bore through all the mud and hazing from his peers, and worked diligently enough to impress enough instructors to advance. Even Seto had to admit he was a skilled fighter.

Serving as a prince's squire was usually a coveted position. Something for which the qualified sons of noble houses jockeyed. So how did Seto end up with a commoner as his squire?

In the weeks preceding Seto's knighting ceremony, multiple lords and ladies of the court campaigned to him directly on their children's behalf. But that stopped after his father, King Gozaburo, delayed the ceremony and sent him to the neighboring kingdom for two weeks.

When he returned, he found himself saddled with the literal bottom of the barrel, Joseph.

Gozaburo claimed this was for the best. Now no noble house could seek to control or unduly influence Seto. But Seto couldn't help but think, like so many other occasions in his life, that his own father was sabotaging him.

It was no secret that he and Joseph didn't get along. They fought every time their schooling and training overlapped. The whole castle knew that. He thought the commoner too crude and stupid, and Joseph maintained Seto "had a stick up his ass."

Again, nobility and servants alike made bets under the table. How long before the prince murdered the commoner in a fit of temper? How long before the squire did something that irrevocably shamed his master?

But if Seto and Joseph shared anything in common, it was the ability to grit their teeth and bear through their sorry circumstances.

So they persevered. Individually at first, and now together. Close quarters always made for odd friends.