#delicate drabbles

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"There's no place like home" for Rayllum? 👀

“I need you to roll a d100 please.”

"Shit, what happens to me this time." Rayla mutters as she rolls her d100 dice. "65."

The DM looks at her in horror. The rogue stares back in equal horror and gulps.

"There's no place like home," Callum mutters as the DM opens their mouth. Rayla glares at him and the dragang watches in amusement.

"You, Callum, Ezran, and Soren take 29 points of lightning damage."

"I HATE THIS GAME!"

"THAT'S IT I'M SLEEPING ON THE COUCH!" Callum yells as he gets up from his chair while his girlfriend just stares at her dice.

"I'm taking away that dice and cleansing it." Ezran mutters.

"Also, because of the lightning making Soren scream like a girl, I need you all to roll for initiative." The DM says causing the group to scream again at everyone. They just roll their eyes and lean into their seat with a smirk. "This is why I love wild magic. The chaos it leaves behind is humorously evil."

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💏 3. …goodbye

Kiss ask game- 3. ...goodbye

Callum peers down the street where Master Rexius was waiting for him. The horses were strikingly beautiful and the tiefling was standing calmly in between them. Waiting for him.

The wizard gulps and looks at the rogue that he had pinned on the wall, stopping her from running off and leaving him feeling disconnected from the world. Her. He was her world. His guilt for leaving her to follow his dream of learning more magic. Her eyes were shut, fighting to keep the tears from rolling down her face.

She knows how hard this was for him? To go on a new adventure without her. After he had promised that he would always walk alongside her. Callum couldn’t think of anything else that would break that promise except for death and this… opportunity to pursue magic with an archmage. It feels selfish but even she had told him to go.

Was she regretting encouraging him? He would understand. In time.

He feels his heart tug and he grasps her hands into his. Her soft yet rough hands were scarred from the many battles and adventures the two went on together. How in a years time, maybe, they’ll be able to go on another adventure again. Maybe settle down for a bit. If she’ll have him.

Rayla tugs him to her in a brief kiss, her hand that wasn’t holding his went to the back of his neck to keep him close, to feel him near her. Her lips were soft but cracked a bit by the cold air.

A reminder that they wouldn’t spend Winters Turn together until the next year. Alone. Not cuddled up in blankets by the fire while listening to Zym and Ezran chat with Soren about the jobs that those three went on earlier in the year. The sacrifices that they both had to make to ensure that they both be stronger when Claudia or Darius arrives.

Rayla pushes him gently backwards and raises her hood to her head. Her eyes met his and she smiles fondly at him. As if making a promise of seeing him again in secret. She knows how to track her wizard down when she needs comfort or to rant about something.

Callum reaches for her chin and places a gentle kiss on her lips before backing away from her. His hands letting go of hers when he was far away from her, her fingers slipping out of his. The slight tingle of nerves shooting up his arm as he tries to remember the feeling of her four fingers touching his skin.

“Till we meet again,” he whispers to her and when his cloak rises over his face by the wind, concealing her departure from him, he knew that it was a blessing to not see her leave. So he wouldn’t have the memory of her walking away haunt him.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

so this is a scrapped draft from a upcoming modern au that I’m working on. It didn’t sit well with me, especially when I thought of deleting it. The ending is a little bit of a spoiler but that’s what makes these scrappers enjoyable. You keep readers on their feet then, hehe.

Besides the cliffhanger at the end of the chapter, there is no part 2. Sorry, folks.

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rayllum kisses!!!

#16: ...lazily.

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

—blu :)

KISS ASK GAME: 16. ...lazily

They find themselves in a field. A meadow more specifically. Just a few miles outside of Lux Aura. They have been traveling as ambassadors for both Katolis and Xadia for a good week and a half, and didn’t realize that they were a few days early to the meetings. So they decided to spend some downtime exploring the fields around the great city and found this meadow unperturbed by both humans and elves alike.

Callum was sketching the landscapes of the city as Rayla lays her head in his lap. She was asleep and had her arms wrapped around her mages stomach. The boy feels lucky enough to know her, and love her at the same time.

The last year had been brutal for them. They had fights, had a brief separation (thanks Viren), and then had a few close calls with death. No couple could’ve survived this long, but Callum and Rayla weren’t your usual couple. They spent a year apart (but not broken up) to work on themselves.

Once they reunited, their relation was stronger and durable than before. Now, their arguments were rare and they were willing to go places without the other constantly around. Not that they were okay with leaving each other after being apart for a year. They shared a room and had a bunch of pleasurable moments together. Especially when they missed each other.

“I sense a disturbance in my mage,” Rayla hums, waking up from her brief nap and hugs her boyfriends stomach. “You stopped drawing.” She points out.

Callum shuts his book and puts it aside to look at his elven mistress in the eye. The sunlight had made her hair look all radiant and shiny, it was like a diamond. But no diamond could compare its luminous charm to Rayla’s. Her eyes were as luminous as her hair was.

She was glistening in the sunlight. Even in the light of the moon. Night and dare looks good on her. She looks good to him every day.

“You’re stunning.” He feels his throat get caught in his throat and he runs a hand into her hair. “I love you.”

Rayla lifts her head up and kisses him softly before laying back down on his lap. She tangles her fingers into his hair when he leans into for another kiss.

“You’re stunning,” she repeats and pushes him flat on his back. “More stunning than Lux Aura really.” She says fondly and melts into his arms when he pulls her back down. She snuggles up to him and sighs feeling his fingers caress the spot where her horn meets her skull.

“Now who’s acting sappy now.”

“Shut up.”

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45 for the kisses?

Kiss ask meme 45. …out of anger. I feel like this will be angsty (Before writing) Update: It’s angsty.

“Why did you take that hit for me?!” Rayla screams at him as he lays on the bed with a arrow notched into his collar bone. Her nostrils flaring as the temperature of the room seems to increase.

“You think I wanted to see you get hurt again?” Callum starts weakly, looking at her with red cheeks. His hands motions to the arrow still impaling his body. “This is the price that I paid willingly for you, Ray!” He yells but then regrets it as he starts coughing.

Rayla adjusts the wet cloth on his head and fixes the pillows so that he’s be more comfortable. All without looking at his face. She could yell at him more for his stupidity later, but for now she’ll just have to do with silence.

Where’s that flipping healer?! Rayla curses as she narrows her eyes on the door. Didn’t the guards say that the healer was coming soon? Why were they taking so damn long?

She huffs to herself, knowing the answer. She’s an elf. Of course no one would come to aid an elf’s guest. Let alone a prince of a human kingdom that proclaimed peace with Xadia. She paces the room while looking anywhere other than Callum. Which proven to be rather difficult.

“Rayla, I’m sorry.” He says, shifting his head to look at her and gave her a small smile. “I know you’re strong and capable of defending yourself but-“

“You’re not getting it, Callum! You never do!” Rayla turns to him and raises her hands in the air. “You got hit by a bounty hunter! I heard them coming and you still pushed me out of the way.” She storms towards his bed points accusingly at him. “You could’ve stopped them from your Aspiro, but nooooo. You had to-“

He glares at her, takes her wrist, and pulls her to his lips. It was messy, but it got her to stop talking. The anger was still present. The heavy tension between wasn’t leaving, but it wasn’t as stiff anymore.

She pulls away and glares at him for equal measure. “You’re lucky you’re the fucking prince of Katolis or I would’ve murdered you for doing that.” Her threat wasn’t serious. Her cheeks were tinted pink and her eyes were unfocused. “Never, take the blow for me again. Ever. You hear me, your highness?”

Callum gives her a weak smile. So much for that strategy. His face was burning and he could feel Rayla replace the wet cloth with another one to cool him down. Her hands felt nice in his hair. Maybe she could…

The door swings open and a toothy looking sunfire elf enters into the room with a bag full of medical supplies and herbs. Rayla turns with her blades out and Callum groans when she accidentally hits the arrow.

“So, I heard you needed a healer?” The sunfire asks with a raised eyebrow at the two of them.

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Delicate Drabbles #1

"Legionnaire Rayla, where are you? I told your warband to wait by the exit but they haven't seen you!" Primus Runaan yells down the hall where the barracks were.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" The teen growls opening the door. "I just had to go."

Blood rushes into Runaan's face as he growls at her. "You could've went earlier. Not before a training exercise with your warband!"

Someday i hate being a charr, Rayla rolls her eyes at the thought and opens her mouth to respond but she stops herself. The old charr was right (as much as she loves to admit it) and that she could have done it hours before. As leader of her warband she had to keep everyone safe and not be late to training. Like now.

But Primus Runaan doesn't look like he'll forgive her this time, he takes warband training seriously. He was once a legionnaire and his warband had all been killed by his mistake. It took everything in his power to keep the news of his faults from circulating with the legions. So far, the only thing that had been shared were his lost warband's names. He didn't want to talk about it with her or Ethari.

Somethings you just don't share. That's what Rayla always thinks when trying to figure out her uncle.

He stiffens up and points to the door. With ice in his tone he hisses, "Get out of here and meet up with your warband, cub. I don't have time for you today." he storms out of the barracks and doesn't look to see if the teenage charr was following or not.

"Yes sir." Rayla mutters into air as she listens and doesn't look at her warband when they finally greet her.