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.
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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.
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“Runaan, I’m gonna have to ask you to do something.”
Runaan’s eyes darted to the staff in Callum’s hands as he got to his feet. He didn’t speak, clearly waiting for Callum to do so.
“There’s a spell that can trap Aaravos,” Callum spoke quickly, wanting to explain his plan before Runaan had a chance to object. “I- I’m going to have to do dark magic- and as soon as I finish the spell, Aaravos is going to possess me-”
“Possess you?” Runaan started, eyes once again moving between Callum’s face and the staff.
“He’s done it before, but- but-” A vision of Rayla opening her arms to him flashed in his mind’s eye, taking his breath away. His one deep truth...
He was going to have to let her down. He had to do dark magic again. It was the only way to save her.
His voice caught in his throat as he thought about Rayla, about what he’d made her promise. Maybe he could at least free her from that-
“I made Rayla promise she’d kill me if Aaravos ever possessed me again, but-” His voice broke as he blinked back tears.
Runaan exhaled sharply, gripping his bow. “You wish for me-”
“Rayla will never forgive herself if she’s the one who-” He sighed, regaining a little of his composure. “But she’ll forgive you.”
“Callum, there must be another way-” Runaan frowned, shaking his head.
“There isn’t time!” He steeled himself; they needed to leave. “Aaravos is already on his way to the Sun Forge. This is the only way to save her. To save everyone.”
Runaan sighed, holding Callum’s gaze for a moment before he nodded slowly.
“Thank you,” Callum’s voice broke again.
Now that it was decided, fear began to creep in. He didn’t have time for that, for second guessing.
“Tell her, I’m sorry. That I wish there was another way.” He bit his lip as his throat grew tight. “And- and, tell her I love her… I love her so much and I wish we could have had more time-”
Runaan took a shaky breath, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Callum’s voice caught in his throat and his vision swam as tears filled his eyes. “Tell her I wish… I wish we could have had that nice, quiet life.”
Okay but can you imagine if one day Rayla catches a thief or something at the castle because she's experienced at breaking in and in that awkward silence in the conversation Ezran just goes, "Rayla, would you like a job?"
And Rayla ends up as counter security by repeatedly breaking into and out of the castle and finding weak points, and is halfway to a spymaster, and she has a life direction to go in and can use her assassin training to not kill people, and now she has an official position in the court but by the nature of her job it's better if people don't know about it.
People who don't know: Rayla is in the High Council because she's an elven diplomat
People who think they know: Rayla is in the High Council because she's the High Mage's girlfriend
Finished all 6 seasons of the dragon prince. Now I must be confused about Viren, grieve for Leola, break my heart over Aaravos, pray for Sorvus, daydream about Rayllum, hope for Ruthari reuniting and read fanfic after fanfic after fanfic, until I get my beloved season 7
“You’re amazing, you know that? Artist, mage, prince, poet, apparently philosopher… how are you so smart?”
“I’m not that smart.”
“Yes you are, dummy. You’re probably the smartest person I know. And my favorite person ever. Also, you’re the love of my life. Did I mention that bit?”
“I think that might be the best title I have.”
She grins. “Really?”
“Yeah. Prince of Katolis? Former High Mage? Whatever. Love of Rayla’s life, on the other hand… I might need to be introduced as that from now on.”
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She longed to see its truth, see its beauty - and when Karim initially began talking about his plans of restoring the kingdom, he made it seem so effortless and easy.
He made it make sense.
The Sunfire Elves were the purest form of the sun. Humans were vermin of darkness - creatures that always caused damage and chaos, that took until land was barren of life. The very culture of the Sunfire Elves must be preserved, free of blemish - the race shall be purified.
But now, a light shone inside her.
Her mother always said, “You think the sun is bright? You think Queen Khessa is the sun? Ha!” She would foolishly stare into the sun as she said it - something that only the most well-trained Mages and Sun Warriors were taught to do. “Wait until Queen Khessa has children. Then she will see the true light.”
She was right.
And to live - to be spared and given amnesty - meant that light would shine. Second chances as traitors were rare. She had the chance to live again and share this light.
But Karim did not see it that way.
“And…how is our heir?”
The question struck her harder than any arrow on the battlefield.
“Heir?” Her lips dried from the very question. “Is that how you see our child?”
“I am only thinking of the future, Miyana.” Future? What future? You are a traitor, in jail. Your hands are literally in shackles. There is a date set for your execution. “This heir will play a great role in the rebirth of the Sunfire Empire. It's what we dreamed of.”
Yet, her dreams had changed.
She doesn’t remember what she said next - the words just fell from her lips without thought, something about fighting for their child.
He didn’t even call it that - their child.
Once all was said and done, Miyana felt herself being led out by the human queen.
No. Enough of that poison. Queen Amaya- she had earned that right.
Yes, her dreams had moved on - but in reality, her destiny was now tied to his.
My child shall be more than simply an heir…
A gentle hand grazed her shoulder. Glancing up, Miyana stared into the Queen's face. It held neither anger, nor disdain, nor cruelty.
But inside Queen Amaya’s eyes was something else more devastating: the look of pity.
Miyana always believed in the light of the sun. She believed in truth, in beauty - she believed in fighting for that right, although the path had so drastically changed.
She prayed that somehow, someway that the light would relieve her of this burden of destiny.
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