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When a spell goes wrong, Callum, Rayla, Bait, Zym and Ezran fall into a futuristic parallel version of their world, where humans, technology, and innovation dominate, and magic and elves are a thing of myth and mystery.

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“Zym ate Bait!!”

I see a little bit of Sokka in Callum’s character, so making this was inevitable :D I also really like the idea of the gang having a huge Zym around once they all grow older ^^

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Thinking about color character swap???

Could it be that Rayla and Runaan are humans that want to assassinate Zym and the Dragon Queen...?

Like... Callum is def NOT an assassin. I can't imagine him being so agile. 😂

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Just some perspective training I did today featuring the dragon prince itself ! Zym ! 🐉👑

He’s such a cutie I can’t even~

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The great CUTE Azymondias still scapes me… But I do keep trying… He’s too CUTE!

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Under the Christmas lights🎄💖🌟

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for @cloudquet from @whiskeyjackrabbit! 

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In this house we stan one (1) dad and his dragon son!

('cause Zym and Callum's relationships in s3 was everything)

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I love Zym! And I love ink!

@dragonprinceofficial @thirsttrapholland @miss-faerietale

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an babey

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Callum has messy hair.

It’s not a thought Rayla had a lot of time to give attention to, during their month long mission to return the Dragon Prince. There’d been enemies and boats and way too many close calls. In some ways, Rayla thinks it’s a bit of a miracle she’d noticed her feelings for her dorky human now-boyfriend at all given everything going on, if her heart hadn’t been so damn loud about it.

It also isn’t as though she hasn’t seen Callum will messy hair either. Sleeping in the dirt will do that to a person, or getting drenched in rivers and rain. She’d seen him in all sorts of unflattering sleeping positions, too; face smooshed against the ground and stuff like that. Seen him running out frantically to defend her from Claudia and Soren at the Moon Nexus, and his affection when Claudia had smoothed his hair down. Watched with a mixture of annoyance and amusement as he pat his hair down for his date with Claudia the next night, chalking up the way her stomach churned to being at odds of how to tell him about Harrow, if she should at all. 

These days, his hair is messy and windswept, from soaring along the cliffs of the Spire (sometimes showing off when she’s out on duty and can spot him, too) and practicing new spells. A few times he’s sizzled, hair slightly on end, from channelling lightning. “A taste of your own medicine,” she’d teased.

And even better now, he only has eyes for her, each and every morning. She knows because he wakes up, rolls over, and presses a kiss to her cheek, just under the tip of her eye marking. His training with Ibis usually begins even earlier than her Dragonguard shift work, as his teacher looks over the recovering Dragon Queen for a good hour before their lessons begin. 

Sunlight pokes at her eyelids, enough for her to open and catch a glimpse of Callum already on the retreat, her skin warm post the faint press of his lips. When he catches her looking, though, he pauses, and she reaches up to run her fingers through his messy bedhead. 

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his eyes and smile as bright and warm as the sun.

Rayla can only smile back in turn. “Your hair’s messy,” she notes.

He snorts. “‘Good morning to you too, Callum.’”

“It’s cute,” she elaborates. It suits him, too. In a soft, morning dew sort of way. “I like it.”

He blushes, a little unsure maybe, as it’s not something he can control. But he seems pleased. “Ah, well—thank you?” 

Rayla leans up to kiss him and feels him relax. “Go,” she says, shooing him away once they separate. “Or you’ll be late.” 

He gives her a big lopsided grin before he slips away, donning his coat and scarf, which means today is a wingless one. Rayla lets herself stay in bed a few moments longer. 

It’s nice, she thinks, that she can actually tell him all the things she just wanted to, once a upon a time. Fondness for his messy hair included.

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“Godfather? Me?”

It was a memory Ezran had asked from his Dad many times, largely due to it being one of the rare stories of him and his mother—him, swaddled in Katolian red, sleeping and newly born—but now he wished he hadn’t, as he sat on the lowest ledge of the Spire and looked out onto the empty battlefield. 

Especially not since—

“Yes, you,” Sarai says, smiling and inclining her head. Viren’s face wears a mix of delighted surprise. “With Amaya as godmother,” she adds, Harrow wrapping an arm around her, her sister by her side. Sarai turns cheeky. “Hopefully Ezran is something you two can always see eye to eye on.”

Ezran saw him die. It wasn’t real but it looked real, and he’d never seen someone die before, not that close, not—

He buried his face in his hands and let out a choked sob, the full weight of the past few weeks—the past month, if he was being honest—pressing down on him in a crushing weight. He’d known Viren. His godfather, his father’s best friend, friendly once upon a time, grown up with his children. And gods, what had happened to Claudia too? And the war was over, but it’d still taken both his parents, and Ezran—

“Ez?”

Soft footfalls. Ezran shoulder’s slumped as Rayla ambled over and sat beside him, concern painted on her face amid the moonlight. Ezran wiped hurriedly at his face but it did little to stem the flow. “S-sorry, I—”

Rayla wrapped an arm tight around his shoulders, her brow furrowed. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.” Her lips purse. “What’s wrong, Ezran?”

He swallowed and looked over to the bend of the spire, where the Pinnacle rounded off. Her grip slackened when she understood, before she pulled him closer. Soren had told her and his brother what happened, once they’d landed and all reunited; Ezran had been shaking as badly as Soren’s voice, in the aftermath.

“It’s alright, Ezran,” Rayla said, something firm and gentle in her voice. “Viren can never hurt you again.” She, of course, had made sure of it.

(Even if it was disconcerting they hadn’t been able to find a body yet, but the battlefield was wide and it’d only been a couple of days since the battle. Ezran wasn’t sure if he wanted them to find the body and see what’d become of his father’s old advisor, anyway.)

Ezran shook his head, face screwed up miserably. “I don’t even know why I’m upset,” he croaked out. There’d been no love in his heart for Viren. Not after the abdication. And yet…

Rayla carded a hand through his hair. “It’s okay,” she said, more softly. “Feelings are complicated.” 

“You sound like Callum,” Ezran sniffled. Like big feelings time when they were little. 

Somewhere deep down though, he was glad it was Rayla here and not his brother, even if that immediately brought a rush of guilt. But it was easier with Rayla, to talk about this, even if he barely could. Maybe it was because of not having to contend with her own feelings about Viren; she’d hated the man since day one. That had never changed.

Rayla glanced back over her shoulder, thinking of the rooms in the spire where everyone else was sleeping, his brother included. Ezran thought of how Rayla had been ready to die, too. (Maybe that was why she couldn’t sleep, either). How close he’d coming to losing another friend, another family member, and not because of betrayal.

Rayla looked back at him, her eyes wide but steady. “You’re going to be okay, Ez,” she promised, hugging him with both arms this time. “Callum and I aren’t going anywhere. We’re not going to let anything happen to you.” 

He shut his eyes, melting into her.

Ezran is awake and holds onto his larger finger with a tiny fist. Viren’s voice, mellow and warm. “I’ll suppose I’ll just have to look after you, little king, won’t I?”

Some part of him wondered if this was what it would’ve been like for his mother to hold him, if she’d been able, when the last dam inside him and he sobbed. Rayla held him until he stopped, letting him draw away first and wiping at his tears with her thumbs.

“Better?”

“A little,” he admitted, mostly because he didn’t want to disappoint her best efforts. His chest still ached, but he did feel slightly lighter. “Thanks Rayla.”

They walked back to the cave hand in hand, back to the corner where Callum was sleeping, curled up by his scarf. Even from just a quick glance as they settled down beside him, Ezran could see the love in her eyes when she looked at his brother. He wondered if they’d get married some day, and have a child. Callum would insist on him being godfather for sure.

Ezran frowned at the happy thought, because he would accept, of course.

But he would never, ever, be like Viren.

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TWO HOURS. TWO HOURS UNTIL SEASON 3. CALLUM IS EXPLODING. I AM EXPLODING. YOU ARE PROBABLY EXPLODING.

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The Dragon Prince Season 3 Episode 1 “Sol Regem” ↳ End Credits

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

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The Dragon Prince Season 3 Episode 2 “The Crown” ↳ End Credits

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

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The Dragon Prince Season 3 Episode 3 “Ghost” ↳ End Credits

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6