#tdp prompt

[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.

[raayllum]

peak post-s7 dynamic to me is Terry getting more acclimated to the people he hasn't really met yet (Rayla, Callum) and Callum's a bit more uncertain/wary around him at first because of Claudia (but Terry assumes it's because of the Ibis / the staff) until things even out, because Terry and Ezran get along so well and he even makes Rayla laugh, so Terry gets to know Callum better. And it's nice to know another human mage who isn't like Claudia, who seems more at actually at peace and softer than Viren was, because those are the two people Terry knew best... until all at once, or even piece by piece, Callum says and does things (his temper, his white streak, his books about dark magic, his occasional smug streak at the power he holds, an "I would do anything for you") and Terry realizes with a soft pang of horror that Callum is far more like them than Terry would ever want anyone to be.

[thrandilf]

Easy pickings, it seemed.

She crept up on the seemingly asleep form on the beach. Honestly, he seemed dead. She preferred her prey to still have a heartbeat, but she wasn't going to be picky.

Kim'dael got right over him, frowning as she sniffed. His pale skin under his greying hair was pale from exhaustion, though nothing was blue yet. Alive? Maybe not. However, he still seemed fresh. She leaned down—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUHH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He bolted up and screamed, eliciting Kim'dael's shriek in response, falling backwards into the sand. The man seemed to be regaining his senses. She vanished in a cloud of embarrassed red, leaving him panting on the sand, looking around with bewilderment.

Yikes. She hoped to never see him again.

Viren + Kim'dael

Sea Of The Castout

[its-leethee]

mother's day and a bedtime story for the little prince

[thatartiststudios]

This July, we're diving into two weeks of pure magic, adventure, and love with our favorite couple, Rayla and Callum. Join us for a special Rayllum celebration that’s sure to enchant and inspire.

Every other day, we'll have a unique prompt designed to spark your creativity. Whether you're an artist or a writer, you're invited to contribute your creations and share with the community.

(Thanks to @raayllum for helping me with the prompts! <3)

July 1st: Thinking of You Under Every Full Moon

July 3rd: Stay With Me/Don't Leave Me

July 5th: Hands/Touch-starved

July 7th: Flowers

July 9th: "I Still Love You"/Reconciliation

July 11th: Dream/Nightmare

July 13th: Promise

July 15th: Second First Kiss (Yall know what I mean)

July 17th: A Prince and His Princess

July 19th: Magic

July 21st: An Outside Perspective (This one in particular, I imagine as either, Rayla's parents' perspective on her and Callum, or even Soren, whoever you like!)

July 23rd: "I Don't Deserve You"/"You Deserve Everything"

July 25th: You're The Moon In My Sky/"Like the Sky can't exist without the Moon, I can't exist without you" (slight edit to this prompt! Hope you don't mind)

Feel free to go as crazy as you like with these prompts! And if you have any questions, don't hesitate to send me a DM or an ask! Have fun!

The tag will be just "Rayllum Month 2024"

[numptypylon]

For the five-ish questions prompt: How did Rayla meet Stella?

Love your writing btw!

Ahaha, this got angsty. Stella is an ORPHAN and Rayla has abandonment issues up the wazoo. Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy this little angsty drabble! I will still post more Downtime’s Up later tonight 💕

“How did you two meet?” Callum asked, rubbing Stella’s belly, the little cuddlemonkey half-asleep in a little burrow in her pillow.

“I found her nest,” Rayla said.

“That’s a really short answer?”

“Yeah, I…” Rayla looked sideways at Stella, then back at Callum. “Callum, let’s… go outside, alright?”

They exited the room, heading to a familiar stone table outside.

“I didn’t want Stella to hear,” she said, as they sat down. “If she wants to know one day, I’ll tell her, but… she’s wee, still? I don’t know how old she’d be in human years, but she’s still very far from fully grown. I saw her parents, I know she’ll get bigger than she is now.”

“But you said she was an orphan?”

“Yeah, when I said I saw her parents, I meant I… saw a hunter selling her parents’ bodies to a dark mage I was spying on.”

“Oh. I see. Why we went outside.” His warm fingers wound between hers.

“The mage was cursing at the hunter for killing them, how rare cuddlemonkeys were, that she should have taken them alive so fur and blood and nail clippings could be continually… harvested. And the hunter said she had no choice, that they’d fought her when she tried. And then the mage said that meant there was a nest nearby or they would have tried to escape instead of fight, and that he’d pay quadruple for live young. And I followed the hunter back to where she’d fought Stella’s parents, and I gave her a fight with someone her own damn size.”

“And then you found Stella?”

“No. I found an empty nest. I thought… I was sure I’d failed. It was cold, I remember. There was snow falling, covering everything, any tracks too. And I stood there, looking at the nest, and then I sat, feeling so tired, watching the snow cover that empty nest, feeling myself get colder, thinking of… the what-ifs. That maybe I scared off the baby with my yelling, and now they were going to grow up alone not knowing where their parents went or that they’d loved them and fought for them. Or more likely… die alone, not knowing. And I was thinking of the would-be’s if I did nothing, that I was getting colder, and that the hunter would be back, bringing a fight I’d lose with her, and… trying… failing… to care about that, failing to get up. You say I always do, but… I didn’t.”

His arms around her were what made her realize she was shaking like she had that day, his hands on her face what made her realize she was crying.

“You did though,” he said. “You’re here. So, you did get back up.”

“Not until Stella found me. She was suddenly there, trying to climb my pants, whimpering and helpless and needing me and… that was what I needed. She saved me, that day.”

“You got back up,” he repeated, firmer. “You lived, Stella lived, you’re here. The fact that you didn’t do it alone doesn’t mean you didn’t do it.”

-> The original prompt posting

-> Downtime's Up, the verse these take place in

[badger-boi-soren-week]

Welcome to Badger Boi Soren Week! Inspired by @raayllum's Snake Boi Callum Week, this is a week of prompts to explore Soren's major trait: Loyalty! All types of works are welcome! fics, gifs, edits, art, anything. Tag with #Badger Boi Soren Week and #Badger Boi Soren Week 2025, and I will add them to the masterlist.

Badger Boi Soren Week

Day 1: Lionheart (February 2nd, 2025) Day 2: Say the good words now (February 3rd, 2025) Day 3: Sun and Moon (February 4th, 2025) Day 4: Poet (February 5th, 2025) Day 5: Odysseus (February 6th, 2025) Day 6: Trust (February 7th, 2025) Day 7: Human Shield (February 8th, 2025)

Masterlist:

[milevenstancyendgame]

You can't tell me that "Mr Mage" and his "magical staff" wouldn't be expressions heavily used in Rayla and Callum's bedroom talk.

[sorinethemastermind]

 Sorvus Week 2024 | Prompt: Camp (No Warnings Apply)

   Soren didn’t get why he had to watch Callum. It was a few weeks out in the woods, and there would be other people to look after the prince (step-prince, Soren added sullenly). What was the worst that could happen? Plus, camp was his thing. He’d been looking forward to it all year. 

 Thinking back to the previous summer, he could still remember the sense of satisfaction he’d felt after beating one of the older boys in a sparring match. All the kids in his year had cheered, and afterwards one of the instructors had come up and said that he was proud of him. This was Soren’s thing. This was what he was good at. The one thing he was good at. 

 Why couldn’t his Dad see that?

 But Viren had asked him to watch Callum. Well, sort of. He’d told King Harrow that he would keep an eye on the young prince, and Soren had been there, so it was sort of like asking because he could have said no. Except he didn’t, because if his Dad needed him to do it, then of course he would.

 Just think of it like Crownguard training, Soren thought, hoisting his pack up a little higher as he led Callum down the trail towards camp. It’ll be good practice. 

 It wasn’t like the young prince seemed especially thrilled about it either. He wasn’t really the outdoorsy type. Which was being plainly illustrated by the fact that he was daintily making his way around the muddle puddle that blocked their path. Soren just stomped on through, enjoying the little waves that his steps kicked up. He wasn’t as big a fan of his soggy socks afterwards, but that couldn’t have been avoided. 

 “Soren, wait up!” Callum called, struggling to keep pace with his longer strides. Sometimes Soren forgot how small the other boy still was. He stopped for a moment to let his shorter legged companion catch up before forging ahead again.

 “Are we almost there?” Callum asked after a moment, still a few steps behind.

 “We’ve only been walking for like, five minutes." Soren pointed out. “Anyway, you’re the one who made us take that fancy carriage instead of just arriving with the rest of the kids.”

 “King Harrow wanted us to take the carriage.” The other boy corrected him.

 “Yeah, so you wouldn’t have to do the hike.”

 Yet another thing I won’t be doing this year because of stubby legs back there, Soren added in his mind.

 “And yet.” Callum managed, words coming in between huffing breaths. “It feels like we’re hiking right now.”

 “This is the shortest way I know.” Soren told him. Which was mostly true. Technically it was the second shortest way that he knew up the mountain, but Callum didn’t need to know that. It would only make him complain more.

 “Just… how long do you think it’ll be?”

 Soren turned to face the other boy, opening his mouth to say something about how it wouldn’t be taking this long if he would just hurry up - but Callum had his hands on his knees, cheeks puffing out with every breath.

 “Hand me your pack.” Soren said instead, holding out a hand. 

 “What?”

 “Your pack. I’ll carry it.”

 “But you’re already carrying one-”

 “I can manage.”

 Callum handed over the heavy bundle of camping equipment and Soren shouldered it alongside his own. 

 “Thanks, Soren.”

 He only felt a little guilty at Callum’s grateful smile.

 “Yeah, well, come on. Try and keep up.” he forged on ahead, Callum still trailing a few steps behind, but at least seeming less likely to topple backwards. 

 It was a solid twenty more minutes before they arrived at the camp. The sun was beginning to set as they trudged into the clearing that had been chosen for this year’s gathering, most of the other boys already having gathered to huddle around the great fire pit at it’s center. Soren started to make his way towards them, but was instead nearly swept over by the sudden flurry of activity that sprang to life around Callum.

 There must have been at least four attendants, brushing quickly past Soren to hover around the prince, offering clean clothes and refreshments. Soren wrinkled his nose, dropping Callum’s bag to the ground at his feet. One of his helpers would be able to find it, surely. None of them so much as gave him a second glance. 

 Stalking past the fire pit and the other campers, Soren found a spot at the edge of the forest and began erecting his tent. Nobody offered to help, he noticed. Though somebody was building Callum’s for him. Soren’s frown deepened and he hit the tent peg he was hammering with a little too much force, nearly splitting it. 

 “Drat.” he muttered under his breath, being more careful with his next strike. The familiar repetition of the process helped, and by the end of it, he was pretty sure he’d never been frustrated in the first place. Pretty sure.

 Still, he didn't really feel like joining the other boys for campfire stories, so instead crawled into his little shelter as soon as he’d finished setting it up. He stared at the ceiling, willing himself to sleep and listening to the quiet murmur of voices outside.

 “I heard the prince-”

 Soren rolled over, facing his back towards the fire and the assembled voices. But it didn’t stop them from drifting into the tent.

 “Do you think the prince-”

 He clapped his hands to his ears. What was so great about Callum, anyway? He hadn’t done anything special, hadn’t earned any of this attention. His Mom just married the King, and that was enough. He wasn’t even a real prince, Soren thought, bitterly. He was a step-prince.

 Eventually the voices outside quieted, along with Soren’s mind, and his eyes drifted closed. Callum isn’t going to ruin camp. He thought to himself, distantly. It’ll be just like last year. I’ll just need to do something bigger, work harder. It’ll be just like last year.

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 Something was scratching at the entrance of Callum’s tent. It had been for the last few minutes, snuffling around the edge. He could hear it through the walls.

 It’s probably a Banther, Callum thought, tucking his knees to his chest. It’s a Banther and it’s going to eat me.

 He didn’t know why King Harrow had made him come here. Was he really that much of a nuisance that he had to send him away for weeks, out to the middle of nowhere, with no one but Soren to help him? And where was Soren, anyway? Harrow had said that the older boy would be keeping an eye on him, and that had made Callum feel a bit better about the entire thing. But as soon as they’d arrived he’d vanished.

 The creature snuffled again, it’s shadow moving on the other side of the thin fabric of the tent. Callum was vividly aware of how fragile it was. Of how fragile he was. Will King Harrow care if I get eaten by a Banther?

 Don’t be silly, he amended. Of course he would care if I got eaten by a Banther. However, that won’t stop me from getting eaten by one.

 The snuffling thing pushed at the edge of the tent flap, and Callum scooted further away, gripping his satchel tightly and holding it out before him like a shield.

 “S- Stay back.” he managed. “I’m a very dangerous mage, and i- if you come in here, I’ll zap you!”

 Unfortunately the snuffling thing didn’t appear to speak Katolian. It stuck it’s head through the flap, and at the site of it’s intruding snout, Callum panicked; throwing his satchel at it with as much force as he could muster. But all he managed to do was blow the entrance to the tent open wider, revealing the form of his raccoon tormenter outside.

 “Ah!” Callum let out an involuntary scream, clapping his hands to his mouth and muffling the sound as much as he could. The last thing he wanted was to return home with all the other boys talking about how he was scared of a rodent. A rather large rodent, but still.

 The thing had scampered back when he threw his bag, but now crept forward again, pushing it with it’s nose. Callum reached tentatively towards the satchel’s strap, but the raccoon’s beady eyes flashed as it looked up at him, and he snatched his hand back. 

 “Shoo.” he whispered, kicking a foot in it’s direction. Not close enough to do anything, though. He pulled his leg back the moment it moved.

 It sniffed at his satchel again, and he realized belatedly that one of the attendants back at the castle had packed a few jelly tarts in it. For the road, she’d said. Callum waited for the raccoon to dig them out, figuring it would take them and leave. But instead it grabbed the satchel’s strap in it’s teeth and began dragging the entire thing away towards the woods.

 “Wait, no! Give that back!” he scrambled out of his tent and ran after it a few steps into the dark. But he was tentative, and it knew where it was going. All he saw was it’s busy tail vanishing into the pitch black of the treeline, carrying his satchel - and sketchbook, he realized with horror - with it. 

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 “Soren.”

 Soren rolled over, blearily flapping a hand in the direction of the voice, trying to ward it off. “I’m sleeping.” he murmured.

 “But you just talked, so clearly you’re not asleep.” the voice pointed out, making it painfully clear who it belonged to.

 Soren stifled a yawn, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. “Well I was before you woke me up.”

 He opened his eyes, taking a moment to let them adjust to the dark. Callum was couched in the open entrance to his tent. The younger boy looked on the verge of tears. Instantly Soren sat up straighter, grabbing the wooden practice sword form where it always lay beside his bedroll.

 “What is it? Are you okay?”

 “Th- There was a raccoon and-”

 Soren groaned, dropping the weapon. “A raccoon? You woke me up cause of a raccoon?”

 Callum sniffed. “It took my sketchbook.”

 “So get a new sketchbook.” Soren offered.

 “It- It was a present from King Harrow. And it’s got…” Callum trailed off for a moment, then swallowed. His voice was quieter when he continued. “It’s got all the stuff I drew of my Mom.”

 Soren glanced away, feeling a pang of something in his own chest . He took a deep breath, then sighed.

 “Alright, let’s go get your stupid book.”

 The other boy’s eyes widened. “Really?”

 “Yeah.” Soren grabbed his sword from where he’d dropped it, bringing it with him as he crawled out of the tent. “I did promise both our Dads I would keep an eye on you. Your stuff was probably included in that, too.”

 “Thanks, Soren.”

 “Yeah, sure.” He stood up, surveying the darkened camp. “Do you know which way it went?”

 Callum pointed off into the trees, and Soren rolled his shoulders. 

 “Alright, stay right behind me. Got it? There are Banthers in these woods.”

 Callum swallowed. “Uh huh.”

 “Let’s go.” Soren laid the sword across one of his shoulders, marching into the darkness. 

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 Check. Check. Che-

 Corvus stopped outside the next tent on his list. The flap wasn’t secured properly. He shook his head. Who was this supposed to be again? Oh yeah, the High Mage’s son. Probably doesn’t spend much time out in the elements. I’ll just show him how to do it.

 He crouched down, lifting the flap up and peering inside. But his instructions died on his lips. It was empty. Corvus stood quickly, glancing around. This was bad. Really bad. He couldn’t lose the High Mage’s son, not his first year of being an assistant councilor. 

 “Hello? High Mage’s son?” he called in a low whisper over the camp. 

 He probably just had to use the bathroom, Corvus though, logically. I’ll just wait for him here.

 But when the other boy hadn’t returned to his tent after ten minutes, he began to worry. Corvus glanced around nervously. He hadn’t heard any sort of commotion, but that didn’t make it much better. For all he knew the boy had just wandered off and gotten lost. And either way it had happened on his watch. 

 Corvus checked the rest of the tents quickly, keeping an eye out for anyone who could be the High Mage’s son. But that ended up being only the first of his problems when he found the prince’s tent was also empty.

 Now that is too much to be a coincidence, he thought. They must have gone off together.

 Scanning the ground for footprints, he caught sight of a small set leading from the prince’s tent and across the clearing. Following them, he discovered that his hunch had been right; they led directly to the other empty one. 

 So if I find the prince, I find them both. He thought, carefully picking out the smaller tread from the mess of footprints that filled the camp. They led him to the edge of the forest and into it, disappearing into the dark. With a sigh, Corvus followed them into the night. 

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 “Hey, uh, Soren? How do you know where we’re going?” Callum asked, picking his way carefully along behind the older boy.

 Soren pointed at the ground. “Your bag left drag marks.”

 “Oh. Cool. Coooolll.” Callum said. “And, uh, Soren?”

 “Yeah?”

 “How are we going to get back?”

 “We’ll follow our footprints.”

 “Yeah, but like, what if it’s too dark to see them?”

 “We’ve got the moon.” Soren said, pointing at the sky, eyes still trained on the ground.

 “Okay. Cool. Coooll-”

 “What?” Soren turned to face the prince. He was right, it was dark. He could hardly see Callum in the shadows. 

 “Just, uh, we’re pretty far from camp.”

 “Do you want your stuff back or not?” Soren asked. 

 “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

 “Well then, come on. I’m not going to get us lost.”

 “Okay.” Callum had taken the moment of pause to catch up, and fell into step beside Soren as they continued on. After a moment, he cleared his throat. 

 “It’s really cool how you can do all this stuff.”

 Soren glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, well, I am pretty cool.”

 “I wish I could do this sort of thing.” Callum sighed. “But I always mess it up.”

 “You’re probably good at other stuff.”

 “Nobody cares about other stuff.” Callum huffed. “Princes don’t need to be good at drawing, or at… at… I don’t even know! They need to be good at riding horses, and slaying dragons, and making decisions! And I’m not good at any of that stuff.”

 “Do you really need to be? You’re only the step-prince.”

 Callum sighed. “Yeah. I guess so.”

 He looked so downcast that Soren felt a little bad. He clapped the other boy on the shoulder. “Er, maybe you can use your drawings and like… make maps or something. That sounds pretty prince-y.”

 “Yeah. Maybe.” Callum didn’t seem convinced, eyes still fixed on his shoes. 

 Soren cleared his throat, fiddling awkwardly with the worn leather handle of his training sword. “You know, there are a lot of things I’m not good at either. Like… smarts stuff. So I just got good at hitting things instead.”

 He hefted the blade, swinging it before him. “Don’t need to talk to something if it’s already defeated!” 

 Soren shot Callum a hopeful glance, but the other boy didn’t laugh.

 He scratched the back of his head, returning the sword to his shoulder. “What I’m saying is, maybe you just haven’t found the thing you’re good at yet.”

 “Even if I do, it’s not gonna matter. It won’t change anything.” Callum huffed. “You’re right. I’m the step-prince. Being good at stuff isn’t gonna change that.”

 “That’s not what I meant.”

 “Then what did you mean?” Callum asked, shooting him a glare before quickly glancing away.

 “I- uhm.” Soren tried to find the right words, but it was all so muddled it was hard to explain. He scanned the trees, as though they would offer him a way out of it.

 And they did.

 “Hey, look!” he pointed at a nearby pine, drawing Callum’s attention up and into it’s branches. “That’s your bag, right?”

 “Yeah! Yeah, it is!” the prince ran over to the tree, reaching for the lowest branch. His fingers barely grazed it and he pushed himself up onto his toes, trying to reach it. 

 “Come… on!” he groaned. “I can’t do it.”

 “Step back.” Soren leaned his sword against a nearby trunk and walked over, cracking his knuckles (or trying to). “Let me handle this.”

 Callum scrambled back, staring at him as Soren leapt up as high as he could, catching the bottom most branch. His arms strained as he tried to heave himself up, but he managed to get up and over, straddling the branch while he tried to pick out which one to aim for next.

 “Soren, it’s really high.” Callum cautioned from below.

 “Chill out. I’ve done this before.”

 Soren braced himself against the rough bark of the tree’s trunk, feeling it scratch at his hands as he pulled himself upright to stand on the branch. Callum was just a vague shape in the shadows below, pacing back and forth nervously. 

 Soren carefully took his hand back from the tree, balancing as best he could, and grabbed the branch above him. Some of the bark came away on his hands as he heaved himself up and over again, steadily making his way closer to where the satchel hung a few limbs above. He repeated the process, slowly gaining height, until he was on level with the satchel. It’s strap was stuck on the branch above him, wedged between too smaller offshoots. 

 “Look, I’ve nearly got it!” Soren called to Callum, looking down. Which was probably a mistake, as he realized just how high he was. Soren swallowed, feeling his balance shift, and wrapped his arms around the trunk of the tree. 

 “Soren! How are you going to get down?”

 “Um. You let me worry about that!” Soren said with a lot of false bravado.

 “Did you get my bag yet?”

 “Working on it!” Soren slowly released his grip on the tree’s trunk, beginning to make his way carefully along the length of the branch, hands reaching out for the bag. The wood creaked below his feet and he swallowed hard. 

 “Soren! What was that?”

 “Nothing!” he called down to Callum. “It was nothing!”

 “Soren, is the branch breaking?”

 “No! Definitely not! That is definitely not what’s happening!”

 It creaked again, even louder this time, and Soren felt his foot slip as it branch groaned and heaved beneath his weight. He grabbed quickly onto the branch above until it steadied again.

 Just then a second, newer voice joined Callum’s. 

 “Prince Callum! I’m so glad I found you. Are you alone?”

 Soren didn’t know the new voice, and he couldn’t make out much of what was happening below through the darkness. The moon seemed to have abandoned them at some point during his climb, leaving everything in even deeper shadow.

 “Stupid moon.” Soren muttered to himself. “I hate the moon.”

 “Uhm, hello.” Callum was saying to the newcomer. Soren tried to listen even as he continued making his way closer to the end of the branch, his footfalls becoming slower and less sure the further out he went from the center of the tree. ���And no, I’m just waiting for Soren.”

 “Soren?”

 “He’s in the tree.”

 “Oh. And why would he ever do that?”

 “You see, it’s a funny story actually-”

 Soren’s foot slipped, and he let out a small gasp of fear as he barely managed to steady himself on a nearby branch. Callum’s voice cut off at the noise, and suddenly the only sound was that of the wind rusting the pine’s needles and the bough under Soren’s feet groaning.

 “I’m sure it’s very funny, but perhaps you can tell me later.” The newcomer said after a moment. Then he called up into the tree; “Why don’t you come down now! Before you get hurt!”

 “I’ve got it all under control!” Soren called back. Which was kind of true. He was almost far enough out to be able to reach the bag. And he’d probably be able to figure out next steps from there.

 “I sort of doubt that you do!” the voice came again. “So please, just come down here and-”

 Soren took another step, and the branch gave it’s loudest complaint yet. He felt it shift under his feet, dipping downward. More, and then more, and then- 

 SNAP!

 Soren lunged forward as the branch broke, hands barely managing to grip onto the edge of Callum’s satchel before everything plunged downward.

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 Corvus was fairly sure that the kid in the tree was either the bravest - or more likely stupidest - person he had ever met. And he was going to get them all into a lot of trouble.

 “-just come down here and-”

 He was interrupted by a horrible snapping sound, and one of the tree’s higher branches - which he presumed the boy must have been on - broke away from the tree and plummeted towards the ground. Corvus grabbed the prince by the shoulders and pulled him out of the way, just barely managing to save them both from being squashed.

 No movement came from within the needled branches of the broken tree limb, and no scream of fear or pain had sounded as it plunged to the earth. Corvus crept forward, fearing the worst, but there was no boy to be found among the fronds and broken twigs. He glanced up at the tree, just barely making out the form of someone still above them, swaying gently back and forth. 

 Oh thank the Saints, Corvus thought. He caught himself.

 “Hey, Callum! I got your bag!” the idiot - Soren - called from above. Corvus faintly saw him wave a hand through the darkness. “I just, uh, don’t know how to get it down to you!”

 “Can’t you climb?” the prince asked, stepping up beside Corvus and staring into the foliage alongside him. 

 “Uhm, that would sort of require me to be able to reach the tree. Which I… can’t really do right now.”

 “What do you-” Callum’s eyes widened, and Corvus realized at the same moment he did what had occurred. “You’re hanging from my satchel?”

 “On the plus side, it seems to be very nice quality.” Soren informed them. 

 Definitely the stupidest, Corvus thought, shaking his head. Though that is it’s own kind of bravery.

 “Actually, uh, Callum.” Soren’s voice came again. “How much weight would you say this thing usually carries?”

 “I don’t know.” the prince tapped his chin. “Maybe like, three books worth?”

 “Well, uh, I think I weigh more than three books then.”

 “What’s happening?” Corvus asked anxiously, stepping forward. Not that he would be able to do anything if he fell. Could he catch him? Would that work?

 “You might want to step back.” Soren said by way of explanation.

 Callum stumbled quickly away, but Corvus scanned the ground furiously, trying to find anything that could break the other boy’s fall. Nothing. There was-

 “Timber!” Soren called, his voice betraying fear.

 Out of options, Corvus held out his arms and closed his eyes.

 It didn’t do very much good. Soren landed on him, sending them both sprawling into the dirt. Corvus spat out a few pine needles, wincing at a twinge of pain in his left wrist. 

 “Ow.” the other boy groaned, rolling off of Corvus and onto the ground. From there he held the satchel up, not moving from the dirt. “I got your thing, princeling.”

 Callum rushed forward, grabbing it and helping to pull first Soren to his feet, then Corvus.

 “I can’t believe you got it!” he gushed.

 Soren shook a few stray pine needles from his hair. There were a few tears in his clothes from where it’d gotten snagged on branches on the way down and Corvus was sure he’d have more than a few bruises later on, but he seemed otherwise unharmed. “Yeah, well, it’s not in uhh… exactly the same condition as before but-”

 Callum was already opening it, dumping the bag’s contents on the ground. He grabbed a book from among the other scattered items, rifling through the pages. He let out a relieved sigh. “It’s fine. My sketchbook is fine.”

 “You did all of this… for a book?” Corvus asked, glancing between them.

 Soren shrugged. “What can I say, he really likes his book.”

 Corvus shook his head, confused and a little bemused. “Well your adventure ends now. I’m taking both of you back to camp.”

 Callum quickly packed the rest of his things back into the now rather battered satchel and the pair of them allowed Corvus to lead them back the way they had come. 

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 Soren practically flopped onto the ground as soon as they got back to camp. The older boy - Corvus - had gone off to get a medical kit (Soren didn’t know why, he was mostly fine) and left him and Callum alone by what remained of the fire. 

 The young prince was already sketching again, doodling something in his newly rescued spellbook. Soren heaved himself up off the ground and went over to sit beside him, glancing at the page. He was surprised to find his own likeness staring back at him.

 “You’re drawing… me?”

 Callum’s tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, and he nodded. Soren watched, transfixed, as the younger boy drew not just him but the tree, raccoon, and satchel as well. The entire escapade came to life under his pencil. Even Corvus and Callum himself made an appearance.

 “You’re really good at that.” Soren told him as he was finishing up. 

 “Like it matters.” he let the book fall closed, tucking it and his pencil back into his bag.

 “I’m, uh, sorry about what I said before.”

 Callum just grabbed a nearby stick, poking sullenly at the last few embers that remained in the firepit before them. “Why? You were right.”

 “No. I was just… I don’t know.” Soren gazed up through the trees and out at the stars. They were really pretty, out here in the woods. “I guess I was jealous.”

 “Soren, you just tracked a raccoon through the woods, climbed a tree, and retrieved my satchel. And I just… watched. What do you have to be jealous of?”

 “I always have to do stuff like that!” Soren explained. “Just to get noticed. And then you get to like… walk into camp and instantly everybody wants to fawn over you and gives you all the attention you could ever have wanted and-”

 “But I don’t want it.” Callum interjected.

 Soren blinked at him, surprised. “Why not?”

 The prince squirmed a little. “It feels weird. Like they’re not paying attention to me, they’re paying attention to what I’m supposed to be. They only care cause I’m the prince, and like you said, I’m not even really that.”

 “I guess that doesn’t sound especially… fun.”

 “Yeah.” Callum agreed. “Not especially.”

 “Well, for what it’s worth, I think your drawings are really cool. And I’m not just saying that cause you’re the prince.”

 A small smile tugged at the corner of Callum’s mouth. “Thanks.”

 He seemed to be deciding something for a moment, and then pulled his sketchbook out again, leafing through until he found the illustration he’d done of Soren and the tree. He carefully ripped it out of the book and held it out to Soren. 

 “Here, I want you to have it.”

 “Really?”

 “Yeah.”

 “...thanks.” Soren took it gingerly, staring at it for a moment before folding it up neatly and tucking it into his pocket. “I can’t wait to tell my Dad.”

 “That you fell out of a tree?”

 “Well, maybe not that part.”

 Callum laughed, and Soren grinned at him. 

 “What’s so funny?” Corvus asked, returning with the med kit tucked under one arm. 

 “Just Dad stuff.” Soren explained.

 “Hm. Alright. Well, let me see your leg.”

 “It’s fine, Corvus.” Soren groaned.

 “It will be fine when I say it’s fine. Now show me your leg.”

 Soren sighed, pulling up his pant leg. He grimaced, most of his ankle was already a deep violet. Alright, maybe it wasn’t that fine.

 Corvus shook his head and sighed. “You’re probably going to need a splint.”

 “A splint! But it’s… it’s fine! If my leg is all messed up, I can’t do any of the activities. Like the hikes or the sparring or the-”

 “You’re going to need a splint.” Corvus repeated. “And no, you probably shouldn’t do any of those.”

 “But-”

 “You need to take it easy for at least a few weeks, until your ankle is better. I don’t know how you even walked on it the whole way back.”

 “Soren’s tough.” Callum supplied, leaning over to look at Corvus. “That’s how.”

 “Hmph. Well, he wouldn’t need to be tough if he didn’t go falling out of trees. Why don’t you go to bed, Prince Callum. It’s nearly morning and you aren’t on bed rest.”

 Callum sighed, but plodded off towards his tent. He glanced back at them once before disappearing inside, and Soren gave him an encouraging smile. But as soon as he was gone he let out a heavy breath, wincing. 

 “It’s not fine, eh?” Corvus said, not looking up from what he was doing.

 “I mean, it probably would be by tomorrow- ow”

 “No. It won’t.”

 Soren sighed. “Fine. I’ll rest.”

 “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad? I could have helped you back to camp.”

 “I uhm…”

 “There’s more than one way to be tough.” Corvus told him, finishing the splint and sitting back to look at Soren. “Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness.”

 “Yeah, well, where I come from it is.”

 “That’s stupid.”

 “Are you calling my family stupid?”

 “I guess so.” Corvus returned the rest of the supplies to the med kit and clipped it shut before standing up. “I’ll check on it again tomorrow. Okay?”

 “But what am I supposed to do all day? Everyone else is going to be out doing fun stuff, and I’ll just be stuck here watching the grass grow.”

 “That’s the price you’re paying for your heroics.”

 “Heroics?” Soren perked up, and Corvus glanced back at him.

 “Don’t let it go to your head.”

 “Too late.” Soren grinned at him, and a small smile tugged at the corner of Corvus’ mouth. The older boy sighed.

 “I suppose I should stay back and ensure that you actually rest.”

 “So… what I’m hearing is that you’re gonna keep me company?”

 “That would be a side effect, yes.”

 “Great! We can come up with a new camp song.”

 “And why would we do that?”

 “Because it’s fun.” Soren said, counting off the reasons on the fingers of his left hand. “Because we can. And because I said so.”

 Corvus rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Camp songs it is, then.”

 “Yes!” Soren cheered, forgetting that the log he was sitting on didn’t have a back and toppling over.

 “Soren!” Corvus rushed to his side, peering over to make sure that he was alright. “Are you okay?”

 Soren brushed the leaves from his clothes as the older boy helped him up. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

 “Tomorrow, then?”

 “Tomorrow."

[venice-1987]

TDPtober 2-love

Summary: Corvus reflects on what he loves

Pairings: Soren x Corvus (Of course its Sorvus, its me writing this :P)

There was much traced into the lines of his memory. The way the chill of autumn was drawn into the lungs, refreshing the body from the heat of summer. The way the leaves became dry and brittle underfoot, nourishing the earth for the coming spring. A home in the alleys of trees, off beaten paths and into the thickets, where the greenery sheltered him like a warm blanket. 

He had dedicated himself to remember his parents, the home cooked meals from his father, carefully spooning the dish onto his empty plate. A mother, and her barely contained love in a crushing embrace, laughing as he tried to breathe and flailed, pretending to attempt an escape. He remembered their pride when he was recruited to be among Amaya’s scouts, and the same shine in their eyes when Soren had accepted him as a crownguard. 

And Soren. It felt like if anything had made itself at home in his thoughts, it was him. Some things good. The way he leapt into hugging Corvus in the mushroom forest. Some things bad. The tired lines under his eyes after the return to a burned home. Some things terrible. The wailing sobs, inhuman screams tearing at his throat at the loss of a sister, not literally, but through change. She had become unrecognizable, and he grieved in privacy until Corvus had found him. 

But nothing came close to everything Soren had done in love. It felt as if he tried to forget, that a core part of his mind would be lost, and he wouldn’t be the same, lobotomized and left changed. The laugher Soren always seemed to bring, the smile tugging at his lips when he looked eagerly to see if he had succeeded in bringing a little bit more joy into Corvus’s day. They way he had taken Corvus’s hand, correcting the positioning on the sword, helping him improve a little more. The way he took note of when Corvus was overwhelmed, and the gentle way he guided Corvus to safety. The way he was kind. The way he pushed Corvus to become better just by virtue of being good himself. 

There was one day Corvus would never forget, that encapsulated everything he knew Soren to be. It was a bad day for the both of them. Corvus had taken the destruction of Katolis poorly, the home he had come to love had gone, which made him think of the homes and the people he had left behind. He realized that he had sunken into his solitude too readily, not writing like he should have. The resounding guilt multiplied the tension in his body with the sensory overload that the refugee camp had become that day. But there was ceaseless work to be done, and he ran himself ragged that despite it. 

When he saw Soren around camp, he knew his captain was doing no good either. He wondered if this time, it was because of Viren’s haunting memory, or the lingering reminder of a once familiar Claudia in every broken stone, in every hidden pathway that was not collapsed and used in recovery missions. He had once led Corvus and Opeli and Barius and later the young king Ezran out of those passages. He wondered if, then, Soren had recognized that his family would never be the same as it once did. 

Corvus had returned to their shared tent expecting Soren to be curled on his sleeping mat, wanting to be left in peace. He did not expect Soren to be there with a plate of peanut caramel pies, one of his favorite treats, and some strange looking curved stick with two wads of cotton on either end. He sat crossed legged, his shoulders hunched over in clear fatigue and his smile tired. But it reached his eyes. When he spoke, it carried the weight of the day in its softness. 

“You looked stressed today,” he said. “I asked Barius to make these, and I made this. I call it a noise-stopper. You put it over your ears.” Soren held up his invention, waiting for permission. When Corvus nodded, he leaned forward, setting the cotton pads gently over Corvus’s ears. It did not stop the noise completely, but it provided a hefty shield against what made noise overwhelming in the first place. The texture felt nice on his skin, too, much like the sheep’s soft wool that made the clothes he wore. 

Corvus did not know what to say, so he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Soren’s in a grateful kiss. At that point, their tentative relationship had not gone anywhere past hand holding, and looks that said ‘I’m starting to see you as something different. I’m sorry it took this tragedy to finally notice.’ He did not think the kiss would be rejected, and he was glad to see it returned with the same energy he put into it. Neither was surprised in the development, but it was nice to have confirmation. Their sleeping mats had been gradually drifting closer to each other every night for the past two weeks, and they finally closed the distance completely that day. Corvus’s head tucked into the crook of Soren’s neck as they fell asleep, both knowing they loved, and were loved. 

[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. The ideas are plot based and not shipping based and that the point of all the prompts.

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

[0multifandomweirdo0]

When Runaan returns, I don't want him to believe Rayla that her human boyfriend (and friends) is on their side. It would be amazing to see a scene where he would see Rayla do something for her boyfriend that she wouldn't normally do

She hates water, but she still threw herself into the water after them in 5x09. So;

Something would pull Callum into the water, and it would start to drown him. Rayla would jump after him in a heartbeat. And then Runaan would realize what Callum meant to his daughter

[raayllum]

Did Soren coach Lujanne on what to say. How to sound, how to speak, how to move. A boy's memories of his mother 15 years removed. Take the bits of Viren's apology that no one knows happen, the bits that stuck with him despite himself, things he remembers Claudia saying over the years, and said, "Do this." Did they consider using butterflies, but someone (Terry? Soren? other?) say that if Claudia did choose to embrace this fake version of her mother, it needed to feel solid. It needed to feel real. So they put a real person under the illusion. They put real people (Soren, and potentially his wish fulfilment, and his father, and his belief in what Claudia would want to hear as wish fulfilment, the ghost of his sister who's still carrying on dad's legacy rather than their own) underneath.

[thrandilf]

There weren't a lot of moments to spare between throwing Finnegrin overboard and the others rushing off to find Aaravos's prison. Villads had plenty of work to do himself, pacing the deck with a hand on the railing, sensing the motion of the giant crustacean under them all. He listened for who he most wanted to speak with, stopping right behind Soren, unmistakable in his laugh mid conversation with King Ezran.

"Before you go, I've got something to ask. Soren, I could use someone I trust to give the captain's cabin a once over. Should only be a minute."

"Oh? Uh, sure." Soren's cheeriness bounced back fast. "Hat and I are up for any challenge!"

Villads followed Soren's steps into Finnegrin's cabin where even the air seemed especially stale and briny. He waved his hand, wordlessly asking Berto to go keep an eye on things outside. He grimaced, listening as Soren started to dig around and list items off. "Soren, I have to ask-"

"-there's so many shells in here, bunch of papers crammed in a desk drawer that seem to be records-"

"Are you alright?"

He raised his voice enough for Soren to stop sifting through and announcing things he was finding. "What? Oh yeah, pssh, I've been in worse fights-"

"A poker face won't work on me." Villads sighed, reaching out and managing to get his hand to rest on Soren's back. "I meant about other wounds- that was a lot out there. You don't want to burden your king or your younger friends, I understand, but if you need a moment... well, this may be the last you get for awhile yet."

Soren was quiet. A soft thunk of wood told Villads he'd set something down on the desk. He took a trembling breath. "No, I'm not alright."

"That's fine to be, lad."

"There's nothing I can do about it either."

Villads shrugged. "It'll take time. You were brave, strong, and maybe this won't mean a lot since we've barely known each other long, but I'm proud of you. From captain to crew."

He wondered if Soren was going to reply when he was suddenly hugged close, Soren's sniffle close to his ear. Villads hugged back, letting Soren collect himself. Soren was an expert at hugs, Villads had to admit. "Thank you," he rasped. "It- it does mean something. More than you know."

They stepped out of the hug together. Villads nodded.

"Keep up that strength for whatever's coming for you. You'll need it, I fear."

Soren / Villads

Haunted

[its-leethee]

game night - check

[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

Rayllum Month 2024 - July 15th: Second First Kiss

Callum and Rayla stood with their hands on their knees and panted, along with Sneezeles and Stella who sighed in relief on Callum’s shoulders. The massive explosion, followed by the inferno that nearly overtook the ship which lead Callum to rush in to Rayla’s aid, was finally gone thanks to his spell. The smoke was still too thick and suffocating, causing them both to cough. They leaned on each other, arm in arm, and helped each other walk out.

They finally reached an exit, leaving behind the scorching fumes of the ship and went into the freezing winds of the Frozen Sea. They felt their faces start to sting from the sudden temperature change. The two of them focused on catching their breath despite the air being too cold for their lungs. They finally faced each other, checking if they were each doing well. Then suddenly, they rushed into each other’s arms.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” Callum said, his voice deep with emotion, as his arms tightened around her. They breathed deeply as they held each other then pulled back.

Callum then reached for Rayla’s cheeks and cupped them in his hands, warming her skin from the bitter cold surrounding her. Much to her surprise, he immediately pulled her face closer to his and she felt his lips against hers. Rayla’s eyes were wide open and her whole body felt petrified. So many thoughts and feelings ran through her head all at once as her heart pounded in her chest and she felt her whole body consumed by a rush.

Callum slowly pulled away, but leaned his forehead against hers, slowly opening his eyes to look straight into hers. He felt a tinge of awkwardness, wondering if he acted too soon as he noticed her dazed look. Before he could back away or say anything, Rayla wrapped her hands around his neck and kept him close.

More, her eyes signaled to him.

They simultaneously closed their eyes and their lips met once again. With each passing moment, their kiss grew more intense and passionate. Rayla ran her fingers through Callum’s soft hair, and he gripped her back with one hand and her head in his other, leaving no gap between them and neither of them planning to let go anytime soon.

Once they finally pulled away, they looked into each other’s eyes and let out a soft giggle. For the first time in two years, they were this close to each other again.