For your drabble prompts requests, perhaps Callum asking Rayla about her time in Scumport?
Can't wait to read what you put out! :)
This one, I already partly wrote, because it's part of the Scumport chapter of Downtime's Up, I finished up a section and reworked it a bit to be more of a stand-alone drabble. In four chapters' time, I'll post the rest of it :)
Hope you enjoy, and thank you for asking! Obviously, I agree with you on wanting him to ask about this 😄
“Rayla you… the way you talk about being beat up in actual fighting pits like it’s just… Tuesday, I-“
“It wasn’t like it was a good Tuesday,” she shrugged.
“But it wasn’t an outlier.” he said, his jaw clenched tight, his fists at his side, his whole being… wound up. “As your Tuesdays went.” No humor at all. No question. “It wasn’t the worst time you had in those two years.”
“No.” It hadn’t even been the worst time she’d had that week.
“Rayla, that’s fucking messed up! You do get that that’s messed up, right?!”
She looked down in the mud. Mess was right. It hadn’t felt like anything at the time, but… it wasn’t nothing, either. It’d stuck with her for a while, the laughter, the jarring impact of that fist, the taste of dirt and blood and humiliation and failure-
Alright, so… maybe it was still a little bit stuck with her.
“I… I didn’t like it. It was… not fun. But it was-“
There was the creak of some door, and she jumped, her hand going for Runaan’s bow, before she saw a skinny lad with a broom, going about his shitty day in this shitty place where shitty things happened… that she couldn’t change for him. Or for herself.
What had happened in this place had happened, and worse things by far had happened and would happen.
It was life so… it had to be okay.
“…okay-“ she finished.
Callum’s fists released and his eyes softened, his arms reaching for her.
His embrace was gentle, but tight all the same, one of his arms pulling her flush against him, the other sliding up her back to cradle her head.
And for some reason, it felt suddenly and all at once not okay anymore.
“I thought I saw you, up there. Your red scarf, your eyes. You’re fucking distracting, you know, even when you aren’t even there.” She sniffled, somehow bubbling out easily, here, in the circle of his arms where there was room for weakness. The last time she had been in these pits, that weakness had quite literally earned her a fist in the face, but… now?
Now the scarf was real; he was real.
Now, there was room.
He didn’t move and his embrace didn’t let up, for what felt like a long time. His thumb stroked gently along her jaw where the bruise had been, again and again, like he could erase some mark that was already long gone.
“Was that why you lost?” he asked, his breath making a strand of her hair tickle against her cheek.
It’d be easy to lie; it really was a question, this time.
“Yes.”
-> The original prompt posting
-> Downtime's Up, the verse these take place in
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Runaan Whump Fic!!
Waning Moon on Ao3
Rating: Mature
Summary: Trapped and alone, Runaan's moon begins to wane inside Viren's dark magic coin prison. When the shadows come and the whispers call, who will the Master of Blades become?
Notes: Devon and I went dark for this delve into Runaan's time in the coin prison, so please mind the tags and the CW's. This is not a canon story, just fanfiction, so please enjoy with that in mind!
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I know exactly what Team Zym would dress up as for Halloween.
Claudia would go as something classic like a vampire
Terry’s costume would be a flower
Soren would go as himself
Corvus would probably also go with something classic like a ghost or a werewolf
Ezran would dress up as Zym, and Zym would have one of Ezran’s tunics on but dragon sized
Callum would go as Elf!Callum, and Rayla would go as Human!Rayla
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They needed blood for the spell to bring Runaan back, and neither of these idiots would let the other be the one to cut themself, so… they did it together. While making out, because they don’t waste any opportunity to make out this season.
Then much later, Callum reads some more ocean romance literature and finds out they accidentally got Tidebound-married.
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Spoilers for S6
- THE FACT THAT VIREN, DESPITE ALL ODDS, LIVED, ONLY TO DIE PROCLAMING HIS SERVITUDE TOWARDS HIS HOME
-THE FACT THAT RAYLA RECOGNIZED THE BEHEMOTH'S PAIN BECAUSE IT MIRRORED HER OWN
-THE FACT THAT RAYLA IS CALLUM'S DEEP TRUTH, AND FULLY ACCEPTING HER BACK INTO HIS HEART WAS THE CURE FOR THE DARKNESS IN HIS SOUL
- THE FACT THAT RAYLA HAD TO LET HER PARENTS GO BECAUSE SHE COULDN'T SEPARATE RUNAAN AND ETHARI, OR HER PARENTS FROM EACH OTHER
-THE FACT THAT RUNAAN WAS CORRUPTED NOT BECAUSE OF DARK MAGIC, BUT BECAUSE OF HIS OWN GUILT AND REGRET
-THE FACT THAT RUNAAN, THE MAN NOT AFRAID OF DEATH, JOYOUSLY AND INCREDULOUSLY EXCLAIMS "I... I'm alive!"
-THE FACT THAT EVEN THOUGH TERRY STUCK BY CLAUDIA AND WANTED THE BEST FOR HER, SHE STILL CHOSE AARAVOS AND HIS BULLSHIT OVER HIM
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