#tdp fanfiction

[0multifandomweirdo0]

One thing Rayla didn't tell Callum was about elves and their horns.

Callum touched her horns once. They always fascinated him so he couldn't resist. Rayla's cheeks were flushed, but she didn't protest. That's why Callum never thought it was weird to occasionally touch her horns that made her so beautiful.

Once, when Rayla was visiting her family, Callum lightly ran his fingers over one of her horns. He was already doing it automatically, but the feeling of joy remained.

Rayla's parents, all four of them, almost lost their temper at the scene.

It was only then that Rayla revealed to Callum that only lifelong partners ever touch their loved one's horns.

[herwrittenuniverse]

Control - Chapter 2

“You’re not mad at me?” he asked, cutting right to his original point. “You’re not mad about…me using Dark Magic?”

Rayla sat back on her heels at the question. She inhaled to steady herself, and took to studying the fine, intricate details of the elegantly woven rug beneath the bed. 

But Callum was staring, and as the silence stretched into seconds, his eyes were like coals burning into her skin. 

“It’s…complicated,” Rayla confessed. Her response was important - to Callum especially. She had to find the right words. 

“I know…I would probably be dead if you hadn’t done it,” she admitted, “So I suppose…thank you.”

“Even though I swore Dark Magic off?” he questioned. 

But at this, Rayla chuckled. 

“It wouldn’t be fair to hold that against you,” she quietly responded, “When I’m guilty of broken promises, too.”

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(Originally done for Snake Boi Callum Week 2.0, just posted very, very late!)

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

I’ve actually decided that there’s not enough recent Rayllum fics in the fandom so in the next few months I shall be populating it myself. It may be slow going and they may not all be good, but I hope others will join my cause because I need more

[hiccupshypotheticalleftsock]

Terrore Impetum

Callum was the most powerful mage on the continent, having spent his whole life avoiding death, alright, not avoiding it per se; he had spent his whole life fighting his way out of perilous situations, usually only making it out by the skin of his teeth, therefore avoiding being killed. And sure, he had barely ever been alone on those missions, backup was usually there, also narrowly avoiding death, but he was still powerful. People still heard his name and gasped in awe, recalling tales of his adventures passed by word of mouth. And yes, he was currently still the only living mage to ever master all six sources of primal magic.

Even after defeating the only dead, (well…sort of dead), mage to ever master all six sources of primal magic, his journey had been far from over, it had taken the better part of a decade to return to a state of peace the continent hadn’t known for a thousand years. Which of course, had led to more dangerous missions for the mage, and in each one of the circumstances he was placed he had battled his way through. Making it out on top, living another day and slowly building the peace, fight by fight, primal source by primal source and diplomatic conversation by diplomatic conversation. He had grown out of his boyish lack of confidence, part of it being personal growth and part of it was, well, Rayla.

He couldn’t have made it this far without the perpetual wind beneath his wings, his guiding star.

But despite all this, his cushy job as high mage of Katolis, his status as royal advisor, as crown prince, he was still afraid.

Normally he talked about his worries, ever since he hadn’t admitted his greatest fear until he thought it was too late. He was really good at big feelings time, always encouraging others to come to him, or someone they trusted to talk. Over the years he had reassured so many dreads, worries, fears and apprehensions. People found his presence calming, his voice of reason was strong and clear. Ezran still insisted upon all important decisions being passed through him, although he was an adult now too and had been king for most of his life.

Callum was afraid of losing the people he loved, of losing her. And right now, he was scared. But he didn’t want to talk.

He knew he didn’t have anything to be worried about, everything was fine, everyone was safe. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but overthink this. In the beginning it hadn’t been that bad, he could push down the fear of the future and just focus on living in the now, enjoying the time they spent together. He should have been happy, but something was holding him back. And he couldn’t figure out what.

Not knowing, that scared him too. (like what you just read? (keep reading here))

[sagegreenfrogs]

Found a spam hate comment on my Sorvus oneshot-

callum WASN’T EVEN IN THE FIC.

[keebwee]

my 801 follower special neon sky au fic!! thank u for the support everyone!

[themistdragon]

Fellow TDP Enjoyers: A Fanfic Pitch

College AU

Ezran and Callum live with Amaya and Janai (married) after the deaths of their parents

Callum is a Studio Arts and Chemistry double major (smart lad)

Ezran is in high school

Rayla met and dated Callum in high school, but they broke up after Rayla moved away :(

Callum walks into art class, where they are doing full body charcoal drawings of a live model

Said live model turns out to be Rayla

Rayla goes to the same college as Callum (she does fencing and gymnastics)

Callum and Rayla meet for lunch and study dates

Callum goes to Rayla's gymnastics practices and competitions

Callum gets to draw her in class (and eventually outside of it too)

They rekindle their love :)

Thoughts??

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

fandom: The Dragon Prince/Rayllum

summary: Before embarking on yet another cross-continental trip, this time just the two of them, Rayla and Callum need to let some Big Feelings air.

tags: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, Big Feelings Time

word count: 2,388

He doesn’t specify which cabinet before his top half vanishes back into the open chest, so Rayla rolls her eyes and starts opening doors. The first two contain all manners of art supplies but are lacking in both socks and underwear. When she goes to open the third, the paper pinned to the door catches her eye. The handwriting is hers. Her mouth goes dry. The paper is slightly yellowed, curling at the edges. There’s more tear stains than she remembers leaving, and it’s clearly been crumpled and smoothed out again. But there’s no mistaking it. “That’s the wrong cabinet.” Rayla startles. Callum, right side up again, simply looks at her, brow creased.

for the Rayllum Bad Vibes Rodeo 2023 event, prompt three, "reconciliation"

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Thanks as always to my fantastic beta, @arnieb95 💙

[nerd-with-a-cause]

Summary:

After the Battle at the Storm Spire, Janai returns to the shattered city of Lux Aurea. Amaya comes with her. Both are determined to make amends for past mistakes and guide their countries into a better future. Neither knows exactly how to do that. Their growing feelings of mutual attraction only complicate matters. How can they develop a relationship while rebuilding a nation, fighting dark forces, and realizing how much they have to learn about each other? Amaya/Janai. Takes place in between Seasons 3 and 4. Canon compliant to the show, partially canon compliant to the official short stories.

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Chapter 1 of my Amaya/Janai fanfiction is now live!

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Hyping up for SBCW because it starts a week from tomorrow!

Spoilers, meaning the prompt(s) I've chosen, respective chapter titles, and a sentence, for my writing ahead; you've been warned!

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When Does A Man Become A Monster?

May 12th

Prince/Choices

"I Am Your Darkest Moment"

"Callum forced himself up, grabbed his staff and slung his bag over his shoulder, and dropped the coin through the grate in the cell floor."

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May 13th

Snakes/Power

"How Much Longer 'Til the Snake Breaks Free?"

"It was scarier still how high he'd let the [death] counts rise given the circumstances of a situation."

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May 14th

High Mage/But Rayla Was In Trouble/Mirrors/Magic

"I'll Become the Monster, Like None They've Ever Known"

"So it was fine, even if he didn’t look in mirrors anymore, even if cleaning out Viren’s old office was suddenly easier, even if visiting dignitaries wouldn’t speak to him, even if his in-laws (well, really just Runaan) hated him even more now."

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May 15th

As the Ocean is Deep

"Brace For a Storm, the Likes of Which We’ve Never Seen Before"

"But the ocean was perhaps the best place for secrets; deep, dark, and once something was lost down there, it was never coming back."

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May 16th

Ruthlessness

"Close Your Heart, the World is Dark and Ruthlessness is Mercy"

"The years of fighting, wars waged and damage done, and even all the years of unraveled friendship came down to… this."

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May 17th

You Mean Everything To Me

"I’d Rather Bleed For You, Down On My Knees For You"

"'Sometimes, there’s no choice but to perpetuate the cycle.'"

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May 18th

N/A (yet); I'm stumped, y'all.

* 5/7/24 update: Writer's block has broken! But these are all going to be very tentative, not cemented yet; just something to keep in mind!

* Darkness/Light

* "The Blood On Your Hands Is Something You Won’t Lose… All You Can Choose Is Whose"

* "The stupid list that had been mental, because ironically, knowing everyone who had hurt her brought some kind of sick, twisted comfort, but Callum had apparently been keeping track of all the names in red underline."

[0multifandomweirdo0]

Time to write the next chapter and destroy Callum's heart once again!

[herwrittenuniverse]

Take My Heart

“Take my heart.”

Viren choked on his own words as he felt his eyes widen. His son - his own son - was negotiating a life-or-death compromise - willing  to sacrifice his life for the kingdom he loved so much. 

“Take it,” Soren pleaded, his voice teetering on the edge of a desperate man. “Take my heart and save Katolis .” He shoved the Staff of Ziard into his hands. “You said you were a servant .” He steeled his gaze, applying pressure to the staff as it pushed into Viren’s grasp. “A Crown Guard serves the kingdom too.”

“Take - - my - - heart - -”

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[bat-snake]

Well I did this instead of sleeping after a day of packing/moving things around

After I've been wondering how Aaravos felt when he first saw the updated star map and geographical map.

[hiccupshypotheticalleftsock]

The wind was strong enough for the heavy curtains to sway and flutter, causing the thin fabric of his pyjamas to off his skin, the wind cold and tingly on his exposed mid-section has he climbed out the window and onto the roof.

The wind was strong, had to have been 56 knots at least. That crossed the threshold for a violent storm then, how fitting for today, he thought to himself as he settled down onto the wet roof, not caring that his pyjamas soaked through almost immediately. His hair was next, sticking to his face, a thin stream draining out of it as he ran his fingers through it, pushing it out of the way. His hair almost reached his shoulders now, having grown it out for the past year.

He had stopped caring long before he stopped appearing to care, the hair had been part of that. Although he liked it long, it felt like a protective shield, made him feel rugged and free, but he was neither of those things. He hadn’t felt free for three years. But the boy he was three years ago, he had thought his life had just begun, he had thought he would finally become something, someone.

He could almost laugh at how stupid it all was. How three months, three years ago, determined the course of the rest of his life. How three months had broken his heart irreparably, a piece of which would always be missing. Unless of course it decided to come back. But he doubted that.

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[sagegreenfrogs]

all's well that ends well to end up with you

chapter 5 of @a-very-sparkly-nerd and I's Sorvus fluff fic!!

(I wrote this one too hehehe)

Somehow, they had ended up near The Sea of The Castout. Corvus had been given the whole story about how the others found Aaravos’s prison here- including how they had to fight Soren’s sister, Claudia.

But, and arguably even worse, it had been nearly a week, and Corvus still hadn’t managed to get over that damned crush.

Soren had found a lovely spot to camp for the night– a clearing in the woods with a lovely view of the sea. If Corvus hadn’t known any better, he would have considered it somewhat romantic . 

It was still fairly light out, and he had finally gotten the hang of pitching the tent, so Corvus had some time to kill. He picked up a stone and positioned himself to toss it. Corvus used to skip stones a lot when he was younger, but not so much recently.

The rock jumped on the water one, two… two and a half times before falling into the water. He noticed Soren walking over to him.

“Hey, Corvus! You throwing rocks?” Soren spoke nonchalantly as he strolled over to the other man. 

“Yeah, I used to be good at it. Not so much anymore, though.” He leaned against a tree as he spoke- possibly trying to look cool, but where’s the shame in that?

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[keebwee]

WHUMPTOBER DAY 1!!!!!!

Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon)

Relationships: Callum/Rayla (The Dragon Prince), Callum & Rayla (The Dragon Prince)

Characters: Callum (The Dragon Prince), Rayla (The Dragon Prince)

Additional Tags: Panic Attacks, Callum Needs a Hug (The Dragon Prince), Whumptober 2024, Whumptober, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Head Injury, Mild Blood, Whump, Assassination Attempt(s), Attempted Murder, Callum-centric (The Dragon Prince), Dorks in Love, Anxiety

Monophobia

keebwee

Summary:

Rayla's gone for the day, and unfortunately, things don't seem to go Callum's way.

Monophobia: The Fear of Being Alone

Whumptober 2024 No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK | Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on."