hello fellow rayllumaniacs!!! idk what i'm doing, i just figured i'd throw a few prompts together for myself but then it became this whole thing and now i have 31 prompts and a graphic. i'm not expecting this to be big, i just thought it'd be fun <3 (disclaimer that these very much lean towards fluff, but that's just my unavoidable stamp on things)
how i'm doing this: starting with July 1st, every other day will feature a new original prompt. for the rest of the days, i've looked through 6 years of rayllum month prompts to compile a few that i thought would be interesting to revisit, or that people who never got to them the first time around would want a crack at!
july 1st: What-Ifs
july 2nd: Dream / Nightmare (2019 + 2020 + 2024)
july 3rd: New Arcana (Sun, Earth, Moon, etc.)
july 4th: [Water] / River / Beach (2019 + 2021)
july 5th: Expecting
july 6th: Stars (2019 + 2020)
july 7th: Ears / Horns
july 8th: Drawing / Muse (2021)
july 9th: Best Friends
july 10th: Engagement (2019 + 2025)
july 11th: Clothing
july 12th: Illness (2019)
july 13th: Parents / Grandparents
july 14th: Wedding / Marriage (2019 + 2024 + 2025)
july 15th: Callum's Birthday
july 16th: White Lies
july 17th: Prince + Princess (2021 + 2024)
july 18th: Hobbies
july 19th: Honeymoon (2019 + 2025)
july 20th: Weather
july 21st: Outside Perspective (2024)
july 22nd: Names
july 23rd: Date Night (2020)
july 24th: Moon Phases
july 25th: Childhood / History (2019 + 2025 MM)
july 26th: Feathers
july 27th: Sightseeing (2019)
july 28th: Moon Cubs
july 29th: Third Wheel (2021)
july 30th: Acts of Service
july 31st: Rayla's Birthday
i'd love for y'all to tag with #rayllum month 2026 so i can see what you come up with, andddd yeah! happy raylluming 🫶
“We have moonlight, greenery, and a glittering lake all around us, yet you choose to stare at me instead,” Runaan said, voice velvety and light as his arms encircled Ethari’s neck.
Ethari blinked, his breath catching as he nested his palms on Runaan’s hips. “Do I?” He’d been so captivated, he hadn’t realized.
The assassin answered, but only with the shimmer of his turquoise eyes and the slow, deliberate bite of his bottom lip. Teasing.
His hands slid down Ethari’s chest, gripping the soft scarf that was loosely tied there. Fingers curled around the purple fabric and tugged as Runaan took one step back. Then another.
The message was clear: come with me.
And it earned Runaan his cherished left-dimpled smile from his beloved.
“Not fair,” Ethari said, his stern tone offset by the warmth blooming across his cheeks. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Runaan tilted his chin down just an inch, his eyes locked onto Ethari’s underneath long lashes. “Mm. I am entirely innocent.”
He looked like a painting, the trees his frame, the moon his lighting. Catching in his hair, in the proud curve of his horns.
Ethari’s hands hovered in the space between them as he stared at the divine masterpiece that was the elf he loved. Caught between tugging his scarf back or letting it be pulled forward like a leash.
“You are trouble,” he whispered, his resolve faltering like it never existed.
Another step back. “I am your trouble.” One more tug. “What are you going to do about it?”
The scarf grew taut between the two of them. Ethari, helpless to stop it, drew in closer.
They were supposed to be taking a quiet walk by the lake. You know, Romantic. Grounding… Normal fiancé things.
Yet here the blacksmith stood, heart hammering away as his soon-to-be husband smirked and slid his elegant fingers into the folds of the scarf.
“Catch me,” Runaan breathed.
Ethari’s eyes went wide in a second. “Don’t you dare—”
But Runaan had already yanked the fabric free in one smooth motion and took off into the trees. That beautiful bandit.
“Runaan!”
A rare, full-bodied laugh floated back through the forest, boyish and melting.
“Moon above,” Ethari said, his eyes alight with love and youth.
And he took off after him.
Branches snapped underfoot, leaves rustling as the cool night air nipped at his skin. Fireflies danced around them, scattering, oblivious to their little game.
The chase didn’t last too long. Mostly because Runaan wasn’t trying that hard. He darted between trees like a skilled shadow, lithe and swift. He kept glancing back, a flirty smile playing at his lips while the scarf fluttered behind him at every turn.
“You’re going to pay for that!” Ethari called out with a smitten grin on his face.
Runaan only winked, which was enough to make Ethari stumble.
But only for a moment.
Ethari pushed harder. Mine, he thought. That ridiculous, gorgeous elf is mine.
And with a final burst of speed, Ethari caught the menace by the waist, hauling him backward and off his feet with a triumphant sound that said gotcha! They both laughed bright as they landed into the moss and leaves in a tangle of limbs.
Ethari giggled, propping himself up above Runaan, straddling his hips as their breaths settled.
The stolen scarf was still clenched in Runaan’s hand. That is, until he lifted it slowly and looped it behind Ethari’s neck. Then he pulled him down, just close enough for their noses to brush.
Runaan’s eyes were soft now, the teasing glint mellowed into something molten. His long, white hair was sprawled in the grass like moonlight breaking through the clouds.
“Caught me,” he said, and drew his fiancé in.
Their lips met in a tender, slow kiss. Runaan’s hands slipped free of the scarf, only to find their home along the warmth of Ethari’s skin. He was soft, and familiar. And his.
When they parted, Ethari’s lips curved into a smile that stopped time. He tucked wild strands of Runaan’s hair behind his pointed ear, and whispered the first of many vows.
Hey, fellow fan creators in the Dragon Prince fandom! Would there be any interest in participating in a Whump Week (prompts provided)? Perhaps mid-late May?
Finally posting after more than a year working on this fic, right on time for my favorite mage's birthday! 🥺🙌 I really wanted to give a shout-out & special thanks to DovahDoodles on ao3/Dova from TDP Discord for seriously helping me get unstuck with writing this and credit her for paragraph 42 and 43. Also a huge shout-out and thanks to @pavatopia for beta reading this whole fic and helping out a great deal to perfect it. And one last shout-out to @tategaminu for my commission of a very special scene in this fic!
Anywho, this fic is pretty heavy on both broyals bonding, especially in the first half, then fully Rayllum in the latter half. I really hope you enjoy reading two of Callum's most important bonds as much as I enjoyed writing them! 😁
Link for Archive of Our Own here!
@rayllum-mini-month @rayllum-weekly
Callum and Ezran peacefully laid on towels near the Banther Lodge, soaking in the setting sun to dry up after they went for a swim in the river.
“You know, Dad was right,” Ezran started, smiling brightly. “Maybe we can do things here when it’s not winter.” he paused, then furrowed his brow and let out a deep sigh. “I really hope they can find him.”
Callum sat up and looked at his brother with sharp eyes.
“They will. Corvus is a great tracker and even notices all the tiniest details.”
Ezran let out another sigh, casting his eyes down.
“I know. It’s just… he’s been gone for more than three years. I really miss him.”
“Me too, Ez. Me too,” Callum finally took his brother in his arms and wrapped him in a tight hug.
As the sky darkened, Callum and Ezran returned to the Banther Lodge which was surprisingly dimmer than usual this time around. Callum stepped ahead of Ezran and raised his arm, stopping his brother from stepping forward.
“Something’s not right,” Callum said. “Where is everyone?”
Ezran chuckled lightly and stepped forward, grabbing his brother’s arm.
“Just trust me, ok?” he assured Callum as he stepped ahead towards the doors.
“Wait a minute, Ezran, this isn’t another -"
Before Callum could say anything else, the doors were immediately pushed open.
“SURPRISE!! “Happy 18th, birthday mage!”
The room lit up brightly with exploding confetti and swelled with a cheering crowd. Then Rayla came running to him and engulfed herself in his arms, and along with everyone, she and Ezran began to sing:
“Have a mystical magical birthday,
Have a wonderful whimsical birthday,
Have a fun and fantastical birthday!
With wishes and kisses and laughing, and love!”
After finishing the song, the crowd cheered and Rayla pulled Callum's head close to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Happy birthday, my mage,” she told him softly. Callum turned Rayla towards him and held her tightly. Because she was here with him now, what was a sour anniversary for the past three years became a joyous, celebratory day once again.
Ezran came forward and joined in on the hug.
“Happy birthday, big brother! I know these past few months have been rough and we may not be home anymore, but I still wanted to make sure you got to celebrate your own special day. And Rayla and I wanted to plan something fun for you.”
“This is perfect!” Callum responded. “I’m so happy to have you all here with me,” he said warmly as he stroked Rayla’s arm. Afterwards, his aunt Amaya came and signed him "Happy Birthday" followed by her special bear hug, with Queen Janai giving her birthday wishes the Sunfire way. Runaan and Ethari also came from the Silvergrove to spend the day, along with Aanya, who aided Ezran, Rayla, and the council in putting the party together.
"Ooh ooh ooh! Happy birthday Callum!" chanted Zym, who was approaching jumpily while carrying Bait, Stella, and the baitlings, who were all wearing different trinkets.
"Uhhh…thank you…Zym…" Callum responded, still not quite used to the young dragon speaking.
Barius wheeled the cart with his special pineapple right-side-up cake. Callum felt his mouth watering when he saw the cream sliding beneath the chopped fruit.
"I hope this time around, you'd be willing to try the cake, I made some changes and I promise you'll love it!" Barius thrummed once he reached them and lit up all eighteen candles across the cake.
"Close your eyes and make a wish!" Ezran exclaimed. Callum took a light breath smiling, doing as his brother told him. Then without hesitation, he blew all the tiny flames out.
A few moments later, Callum sat together with Ezran, enjoying Barius’s cake. “You know,” Ezran started after swallowing a bite. “I’m really happy that you and Rayla are back together again. Even with everything that happened between us recently, I still prefer you two together than fighting and arguing a lot,” he finished with an awkward smile.
Callum let out a small chuckle and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, me too. I’m really glad to have Rayla back in my life more than anything, we’re definitely in a much better place than we ever were,” he responded. Callum smiled then noticed Ezran’s look in Aanya’s direction. “So, what’s been going on between you and Aanya? You guys seem to be getting closer to each other lately.” Ezran’s cheeks began to blush. “We’re uh… really close friends, that’s all.”
Callum smirked then leaned in closer to Ezran. “Close friends, huh? You sure we don’t need to have that talk about the sandwiches soon?”
Ezran now felt his whole face flush with heat. “Callum! Stop it!” he cried out as he nudged his laughing brother in the arm. “I told you, we’re just friends!” He hid his face in his hands while Callum cooled down and let out a sigh.
“Alright, alright,” he said to wind Ezran down. “I’m just letting you know that if you wanna talk about anything, including relationships or even just friendships, I’m here for you, buddy,”
“Thank you,” Ezran finally said coolly as the two boys went in for a hug. “And oh, one last thing,” Ezran said as he pulled away from his brother. “Rayla has one more birthday surprise for you, she’s waiting for you on the bridge.”
~~~
Callum walked towards the bridge and he saw Rayla standing at the edge looking towards the river.
“You know,” Rayla started as he finally met up with her and put his hand on her shoulder. “I originally wanted to show you the Moonshadow birthday dance for your fifteenth birthday but -” She paused to catch her breath before she could continue. “I know I messed up and ruined your birthday,”
“Rayla,” Callum told her softly, stroking her shoulder.
“It’s why this time I decided to help put this party together, I wanted to make things right, to make your memory of your birthday —”
Callum quickly turned her towards him and pulled her in for a kiss. When he finally pulled back, he looked earnestly into her eyes as he held her.
"Rayla, you don't need to keep explaining yourself. All of that is behind us and now we're here together. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday. And you can show me the Moonshadow birthday dance this time,"
Rayla smiled and nodded. She then circled around Callum with each careful step of her toes, her arms gesturing with each graceful movement. Her performance was elegant, yet struggled to conceal her rising fear of embarrassment. Doubt — she wouldn't let herself mess this up for him. Not again.
With a final, finishing curtsey on her boot, she held her hand out with a playful smile. Callum stared at her blankly and blinked erratically.
"Huh, what? Me?" he stuttered. "Rayla, uh… I don't know if I can do this." He let out a forced chuckle.
"You'll be fine, I trust you," Rayla told him as she grabbed his hand. "Besides, I'll take it easy on you."
She winked at him as she abruptly pulled him closer and placed his hand on her waist. Callum went from exclaiming to smiling determinedly at Rayla right away as he interlaced his fingers with hers. With Rayla guiding him, they slowly swayed across the bridge, with their arms ebbing and flowing like waves. Rayla raised both their arms and Callum, understanding the signal, gently spun her around. He then sent her gliding away from him yet still gripped her hand tightly. With a twinkle in his eyes, he pulled her back into his arms.
"See? I knew you got this!" Rayla playfully cheered, leaning into him. "It's not that hard,"
Callum then turned Rayla towards him and smirked. Both on their toes, they harmonized elegantly like two doves circling each other in the sky. After a few more twirls, Callum finally dipped her. He supported her with one hand at the small of her back while Rayla caressed his hair. They completely lost themselves in each other's eyes — until Rayla quickly leaned forward to kiss a wide-eyed Callum. Pulling back a little, she slid her hand down to his heart.
"I love you, dummy." She softly chuckled. Smiling, they leaned in for another kiss until they could no longer contain their snorts and giggles.
When they finally finished dancing, they both snuggled against a tree with Rayla leaning her head on Callum's shoulder. Their eyes were locked up on the brightest star in the sky — a star they now fully understood the true full story of.
"Who would've thought?" Callum started as he continued staring. "That this one star that had a bunch of different names, ended up being the biggest reason we have to defeat an angry vengeful titan?"
Rayla stirred on his shoulder slightly and sighed. "Even in Xadia, I haven't heard of Leola's connection to Aaravos. Or about some all powerful cosmic force that would kill an innocent child."
Both their hearts grew heavy as they remembered what Ezran and Terry told them.
"This was the very beginning of the cycle." Callum sighed.
"And now it's up to us to end it here once and for all." Rayla finished determinedly.
Aaravos x reader where reader is also a startouch elf who was Aaravos’s lover but got imprisoned at the same time he did but in a different prison so instead of trying to lead Claudia and Viren to his prison he’s insisting they save his lover (but in his own ‘No! You can’t do it on your own you need this elf’s help!’ To avoid revealing something that would break his mystery facade- maybe reader had like a pet that guards their last residence and Aaravos is just like ‘oh yeah, that’s just ___ he bites.’ Feel free to add some plot to this it’s just a lil scenario that poofed into mah brain hole.
🌟 anon
Oh hello 🌟 anon. Thanks for the request >:3
Side note: sorry this was a bit rushed, especially towards the end. I’d be happy to part two it if you guys want.
After Leola’s death, you and Aaravos shared your grief. When you had no more tears to cry, and the crater of her demise was full to the brim, you began plotting your revenge.
At first, everything was going great. No one suspected a thing.
But then, a human girl— A human girl, had the audacity to stick her nose into where it did not belong, and rat you two out to the arch dragons.
It all happened so fast, one moment Aaravos was shielding his lover from the onslaught of attacks; and then the next they were both enveloped in a crude, blinding light.
Your look of horror was the last thing he saw before he too was imprisoned.
The two of you were both granted a visage through intricate looking glasses, spared with only one shellshocked glance at each other before you were given to the arch dragon of ocean, Domina Profundis.
Every day, and every night, Aaravos cried in his prision.
First Leola, his kind and loving daughter, and now his spouse: the only thing he had left in this cruel world.
Everything seemed hopeless.
He might never hold you in his embrace.
You two might never see each other again.
That was until a middle-aged dark mage stumbled upon his looking glass. How it got from the clutches of Avizandum and Zubeia to the treasury of Katolis, he didn’t know. But old habits die hard, and Aaravos didn’t mind reusing some old tricks…
“Avizandum is dead.”
What…?
Avizandum, King Of The Dragons, the ringleader in his and his lover’s imprisonment. He was dead.
Aaravos felt a satisfaction he had not felt in a long time. Not only was this going to make his schemes easier, but hearing the news of his passing made Aaravos almost giddy with joy. Maybe he wasn’t the one to end Avizandum’s life, but knowing of his death was almost just as good.
Maybe this middle-aged, emotionally fragile man had potential. Maybe he would be a useful pawn.
Finally, after centuries in his prision, escape was within his grasp. He could leave this dreaded place. He could take revenge upon those wretched dragons and elves.
But in a final moment, he relented.
“No.”
“What do mean ‘no’? We’re this close to freeing you!” Claudia squawked indignantly, pinching her fingers together to emphasise her point.
“You need to free someone else first. Someone just as powerful, and just as essential to the plan.” Aaravos insisted, his ghost-like apparition pointing a finger to a second dot on the map.
“And who would that be?” Viren inquired, Raising and an eyebrow in suspicion.
The star touched elf resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His use for the old man was beginning to dwindle. “You will see when the time comes.”
Reluctantly, he managed to get Viren, Claudia, and Terry to agree, though the earthblood elf didn’t really put up much of an argument.
Roaring and ticketing sounded through the mountain where your prison was kept. Allegedly, the magic orb that contained you was imbedded into an ancient tree. In order to acquire it, the tree needed to be felled. Easy, right? Wrong.
The tree was guarded by a serpent-like dragon by the name of Mortem, who’s bite held enough venom to kill an archdragon.
“Don’t get bit.” Aaravos instructed.
He was so close to you. He could feel your energy radiating through the mountain.
And somehow, the earthblood elf managed to lead Mortem away and distract him long enough without getting bit for Claudia and Viren to cut down the tree and grab your prision.
The scrambled journey back down the mountain made his breath bait in anticipation. This was it. He was finally going to be able to see you again.
Once the ritual was complete, your giant form kneeled down to look the three mortals in the eye. Shrinking yourself down, his ghostly appearance caught your eye.
Rayla looked up from her book, frowning a little as Callum trudged into their room and slumped onto the bed.
“How did it go?” Putting her book down, she got up from her chair by the fire and joined him, tucking her bare feet under her rear.
He sighed, eyes on the floor for a moment. “You know? I think it went okay?”
Smiling, he turned to look at her, not wanting her to feel anxious. It hadn’t exactly been a conversation he’d been looking forward to, but it was one he felt like he had to have.
“He didn’t kill me or anything.”
“Why would Runaan kill you?” Rayla rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him. “You didn’t even need to apologise for what happened to his moonstrider. It wasn’t your fault. Nyx on the other hand-”
“Yeah, but Ethari leant her to me and I was responsible for her and, well, I felt like I needed to say something.”
Hearing Runaan asking after the moonstrider that morning had reignited the guilt from that incident all those years ago.
It was probably dumb, especially considering the history between them, but everyone was making amends and it felt like he needed to as well.
“It’s done now.” Rayla shrugged, shuffling closer to him, smoothing his brow and running her fingers through his hair. “No need to worry about it any more.”
He sighed contentedly, leaning into her touch. “I did say we’d keep an eye out for a moonstrider puppy when we go on the trip to Xadia next week.”
“What, Runaan’s got you running errands now?”
“Well, we do kinda seem to naturally accumulate pets,” he grinned, nodding at Stella and Sneezles curled up in the corner.
“Hmm, I suppose…” Rayla rolled her eyes, cupping his cheek before she caressed along his jaw, and tickled him under the chin.
Taking a deep breath, Callum closed his eyes, relaxing into her touch.
“What was that?” Rayla snorted, squeezing his chin between her thumb and forefinger.
She rose up on her knees as she tilted his head back a little, her clearly amused eyes searching his face.
“What was what?” He blinked at her, confused as to what she was referring to.
She grinned at him, her eyes wide and twinkling. “You just… purred!”
He felt himself flush, blinking rapidly. “I- no I didn’t!”
“Eh, yes, you did.” Chuckling softly, she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Like a wee shadowpaw kitten.”
“Eh… sorry-” Cringing, he tried to understand why he’d done that. He hands on him had just felt so good-
“Don’t be sorry,” she smirked, tickling him under the chin again. “It’s cute.”
Callum sighed, humming low in his throat… or purring as Rayla suggested.
Perhaps he didn’t really need to understand the whys-
“You know, I really don’t think I need any more pets.” Rayla breathed, leaning forward to kiss him again, her fingers teasing that spot under his chin as she did so.
“No?” He breathed, eyes falling closed as she pressed her lips against his.
“No.” Rayla’s breath ghosted across his cheek as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I’ve got my favourite pet right here.”
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