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aviradasa · 4 months

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Love long lost

Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

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[Angst]

Warnings: None that come to mind.

This one shot is based off of a prompt by @jellyfishxxi

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Do you ever have memories of things that never happened? Memories that don't even seem to be yours but in certain moments they appear before you like a flashback. You know it can't be a dream, but it almost feels like one with how otherworldly they seem and how they mostly seem to attack when the moon is high and the stars shine brightly above the land, decorating every inch of the sky in ethereal light as they paint pictures with one another. I hate them. For some reason I can't stand the sight of the stars due to the overwhelming dread I feel gazing at them. It almost feels like guilt oddly enough and not knowing. god's, not knowing makes me hate it even more.

The sound of our footsteps echoes through the thick forest surrounding the kingdom Katolis.

” I can’t believe it's been two years since we left this place..” I hear Rayla say to me as we approach the bottom of the cliff that supports the mighty castle atop it, “I know it feels like it's been longer than that right?” I ask with a small chuckle as I catch the climbing sickle Rayla tosses me, getting a grip on it I take the first jump stabbing the blade into the rock as we climb

“Yeah I suppose it could feel that way.” she stops for a moment taking another leap up the cliffside i follow “I just wonder if we will still be welcome here after how we left,” she says a large hint of uncertainty following her tone as she speaks.

I understand her concerns well, especially considering the circumstances of our little disappearance. Two years ago shortly after the fight at the storm spire I had been wide awake unable to sleep due to another one of those pesky memories, and went out for a little walk in the castle during said walk I found my dear friend Rayla attempting to sneak out of a window, and with some convincing i got her to allow me to join her. I know it was hard on her. That night she left a lot behind like her love, her friendship, and the trust she shared with the others, especially Callum. But even though we were both struggling we persisted to try and find Viren and Claudia. Unfortunately, we are coming back empty-handed.

I stop climbing for a moment to catch my breath looking at her “Hey. I’m sure that's not the case, despite our leaving they are still our friends I'm sure they will understand once we explain our reasonings.” I tell her with a small grin

“Even Callum?” she asks me with an unsure expression

“Yeah, knowing him you will be fine,” I respond with a chuckle

That was 2 days ago

things didn't go as planned. we arrived slipping inside the castle I went straight to the kitchen and Rayla to the fancy new high mage office to see Callum, and the next morning when she met me outside to go to the Welcoming of Queen Zubeia and Zym she told me all about it, to say the least, it sounded awkward and I'm happy I didn't have to bare witness with my own eyes to that interaction. Then of course when everyone was having a nice peaceful time the news came, in the form of ibis’s last breath. And we made haste to Xadia

. We waited in the storm spire for the others to arrive. when I see the magical-looking glass that made them fall behind I get a horrible feeling of deja vu and have to steady myself to not lose my balance. As I see my reflection in it next to the others a strong feeling of dread and guilt overwhelm every sense I have. As I listen to the story Zubeia tells, I can't help but feel it's familiar in some way. But before I can take too much time to dwell on things a roar sounds from the throat of the mighty queen of dragons as she calls upon a storm to block us from the sun's view, as the light fades a new glow replaces it as the Mirror replaces its view of us all with a rather lavish room and a rather surprised looking startouched elf.

Seeing him froze me. Not from fear but from the fact that he was so familiar, and the way his gaze circled the room, and when his eyes turned to me he looked at me with sheer Hatred. With a wave of his hand, Callum started choking and dropped to the floor. None of us could think we were all stuck but Rayla was able to speak. and she held her hand out with uncertainty, “Callum-” she began to ask before his head snapped towards her his eyes black as a void. Aaravos waves his hand once more behind the mirror and Callum begins to stand jerking like a puppet on strings. We all take a step back, Once Callum stands fully his movements smoothen up once again and he stares into the mirror blankly his eyes turning into an iridescent white. Aaravos then smirks, and so does Callum.

Moments pass and Callum's possessed body paces back and forth his head facing down and his hands tucked neatly behind his back as we look on at the scene with disturbed and confused faces. None of us know what to do in the moment, And none of us dare take a step. That is until Ezren attempts to step toward his brother, Not getting more than an inch before Soren places a hand in front of him stopping the young king from stepping closer, suddenly Callum’s body turns to face Queen Zubeia, raising his head with a smirk on his face and a voice that's not his own “Zubeia~ you haven't aged a bit you look as Young, and ravishing as the day you betrayed me.” Zubeia huffs angrily a cloud of smoke escaping from her nostrils, as he continues speaking “So sorry to hear of your mate's untimely, and tragic passing.” He mocks before Aaravos turns Callum, his meat puppet to face the rest of us.

“So these Are the champions you've gathered to try and stop me? They are nothing but pathetic children.” he chuckles a bit before approaching Ezren and looking down at him

“The whining child king who is way over his head,” he leans down a bit “and he knows it.” Ezren looks down and I place a hand on his shoulder pulling him back as I draw my sword and raise it to Callum's possessed body. Aaravos sighs, raising Callum's hand and using two fingers to move the tip of my blade aside with an eye roll “I'll get to you later.” he sneers before turning and walking up to Rayla getting in her face a bit with a mocking grin “ahh the Moonshadow assassin who- can this be right” he turns his head away from her for a moment before looking her right in the eyes “is incapable of killing?” he lingers for a moment before turning away from her, as he turns Rayla looks down with a frown and I take as step forward Ezren stopping me as Soren did him moments prior, i look down at him and frown but take step back nonetheless.

Callum's possessed body approaches Soren “the failed son,” he says with a condescending grin as Soren looks on with Frustration “whose father wishes he was never born. And finally You.” He snaps his head towards me with a twitch as he approaches me quickly placing the palm of his hand under my chin and curling his fingers up, Digging his fingers into my cheeks harshly and pulling me closer to him, I attempt to use my arm to smack his hand off of me but before my hit can make contact he grabs my arm with his freehand and hold it in the air cutting off my circulation as I let out a muffled scream of frustration and pain. He lets out a dark chuckle “And you.” he repeats as he flashes me a chilling grin

“Aaravos stop this, She doesn't remember anything!” Zubeia jumps in with a snarl.

Aaravos makes Callum's body turn to face the Dragon queen just slightly, not releasing his grip on my face or wrist in fact he tightens them. “ You think I don't know that!” he snaps at her before looking back at me “But have no worries I'll make her remember,” he says his sickening smile returning, As I struggle in his grasp.

I feel like a mouse caught by the tail in a cat's mouth, squirming and writhing to escape. The thing is even though the mouse is aware its attempts are unlikely to make any sort of difference in the outcome of this unfortunate circumstance. It believes it might as well make life a tad more annoying for the cat before it's devoured.

“Remember what?” I attempt to shout, it's quite difficult and it comes out muffled but he still chuckles darkly, letting me know he understood every bit.

“Why how about I just show you,” he smirks disturbingly as he releases my wrist and raises his hand, his palm glows with a blue light. Even before the blood can return to my hand I start fighting to escape his grip as he attempts to place his hand on my forehead, but no matter how much I kick and scream and punch at him he doesn't budge. eventually wrestling me to the ground.

it feels like a snake that wraps its victims in its tail, strangling them to death. But this snake has no tail just hands the hands of my dear friend that He uses as a flesh puppet for his bidding,

In my last attempts at fighting, I catch a glimpse of the others. I see Rayla jump forward with her blades drawn only for Soren to grab her with both arms and keep her still. As I look back up at Callum the last thing I see isn't even him anymore, all I see is Aaravos and blue light as he places his palm on my forehead.

The feeling of burning is almost funny because blue is normally seen as a cold and calming color yet the magic that it uses burns, it burns a lot. it burns so hot that I think my flesh could seer off the bone, I scream in agony as scenes flash before my eyes. Fading in and out and then in again before I feel my consciousness slip away and blue light engulfs my vision. One of the last things I feel is my face being released and the stinging pain of it. The last thing I hear is a dark chuckle, and a crack as I hear my head hit the hard stone.

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windtooweem · 1 year

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Imagine Aaravos seeing his S/o’s recantation when he possessed Callum

“Zubeia. You haven’t aged a bit. You look as young and as ravishing… as the day you betrayed me”

Callum or Aaravos said looking at the Queen of dragons with spite in his voice.

“So sorry to hear of your mates untimely and tragic passing”

Aaravos divided his attention to us now.

“So these are the champions you’ve gathered to try and stop me?”

“They are nothing more than pathetic children”

He walked over to the youngest in our group, my brother.

“The wining child king, in over his head and he knows it” Ezran looked back in shame. I was going to walk over to him but Soran kept me still.

Aaravos walked towards Rayla next.

“The moonshadow assassin who.. Can this be right? Isn’t incapable of killing”

Aaravos strolled towards Soran, poor boy. My heart was pounding, after Soran I knew I was next.

“The failed son, whose father wishes he’d never been born. Ouch!”

I put a hand on Soran’s shoulder and glared at Aaravos. His attention was now on me.

He took small, careful steps towards me. He suddenly stopped in front of me and looked at Zubeia.

“You thought you could keep me from them, you foolish dragon”

He looked back at me again. Then he put his hand on my cheek, like a mother would to a child and softly stroked it.

“You look as beautiful as the day I lost you. I knew I would find you again. You don’t remember me but it’s fine you will”

Then Callum fell onto me. The mirror shattered, Aaravos was gone.

“What was that?”

#tdp x reader #aaravos x reader

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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Animation-Masterlist

Guidelines

Miraculous Ladybug

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Carmen sandiego

She ra

How to train your dragon

The dragon prince

Encanto

Across the spider verse (Coming soon)

Princesses

#miraculous x reader #atla x reader #carmen sandiego x reader #she ra x reader #how to train your dragon x reader #httyd x reader #tdp x reader #the dragon prince x reader #encanto x reader

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nxonlxghts · 1 year

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Its too late at night but there are better things to do apparently

#art #digital aritst #illustration #digital arwork #nxonlxghts #artists on tumblr #tdp aaravos #the dragon prince #the dragon prince aaravos #tdp fanart #tdp season 4 #tdp x reader #aaravos x reader #aaravos #startouch oc #startouch elves

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floriianthefool · 1 year

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the stars are eternal (and we were not)

Angry gaze, battle stance, and, curiously enough, a bejewelled staff worthy of an Archmage. This was his first impression of you.

He first met you when roaming the skies of the Endless Plains, streaky pink and peach marking the first blush of dawn. The green grass plains appeared to roll on for an eternity, as endless as the cosmos. With the sky above and land below, he felt free, unconstrained by his earthly shackles.

His peace was disturbed, screaming and yells of anger reaching him. Below, a group of miniatures were fighting against a sun mage, a wall of fire separating them from a fleeing group. Strange, sunfire elves in the Endless Plains, no less fighting other elves.

Smoothing a patient smile upon his face, he flew down, patting his moonbeast's flank. Eyes burning, he choked on arid smoke and burnt flesh, casting a simple spell to breathe clean air. Moondancer huffed, shaking her head, landing heavily. Dismounting, he surveyed the scene.

Flickering fire clawed at the sky, thick smoke heavy in the air. Earthblood elf corpses littered the ground, claret bleeding into the soil, the stench of death pressing in. And at the centre, a human mage, glimmering staff pointed at him.

"Tell me, elf, do you too hunger for death?"

You were beautiful.

"Tell me, why the sun arcanum? What drew you to sun magic?"

You grinned wryly, perched on the table in the run-down human bar you'd invited him to. In disguise of course. "I was waiting for you to ask me that." Candle-light flickered across the planes of your face, eyes dark and knowing. "I cannot say what drew me to the sun arcanum, only that I knew it called to me. Using it's magic, I felt so alive. I suppose that's how you feel about the star arcanum."

He adjusted the hood of his inky black cloak, a silvery sheen to the fabric that drew the eye, shifting on the hard wooden bench. "I feel that I am hardly inconspicuous, even in my elegant attire." Even facing away from the other patrons, he could feel their eyes burning against his back, ears straining for even a whisper of the mysterious conversation between a cloaked stranger and the human mage.

"They won't give you any trouble." You looked over his shoulder, gaze hardening. "They know you're with me, and that is all they need to know." You leant forward, smile gleaming, hand daringly placed upon his own. "Now tell me, how might I learn to access the earth arcanum?"

You were fascinating.

"You... care for me?"

"Is it so difficult to believe?" Head tilted, your fingers brushed over his own, before quickly darting away, movement jittery.

For once in his life, he was uncertain.

This confession had been unexpected. You and he had been collecting rare moonflowers (you hoped to cultivate them in your own garden), alone in the glade except for the moon lighting the land with her pearly glow. Once finished filling the basket, you had decided to stay, encouraging him to stargaze with you. You weren't an elf, you didn't know that this was how many star-touched elves confessed, revealed their love. And yet, and yet- somehow, some way, you knew. You knew and you had confessed and you had taken the time to learn more about his people and you cared and-

Apprehensive at his pause, you said, "It's okay if-"

"I care for you as well," he found himself saying. And he meant it. He adored you, cared for you, loved you, more than he imagined himself capable of. From the first moment he had met you, he found himself enamoured by your very presence, his heart the tides to your moon. If he loved you any less, he may have hated you for it. "Life is dull without you, my love. Without the sun of your presence, the land is dark and cold. My moon, my love, shall we gaze at the stars together for all eternity?"

You smiled coyly, hand twining with his own. "Lovely poetry, come up with it on your own?"

He smirked. "Yes, did you enjoy my elegant prose?"

You shifted closer, bringing your hand to his cheek, fingers tenderly cupping his face. "It was very romantic. Makes my confession seem bland in comparison."

"I quite enjoyed yours." He too moved closer, looping an arm around your waist. "It was so earnest, so honest. Very in character."

"Really?" you breathed. Your grin broadened, a mix between delighted and mischievous. Incredibly tempting, dare he say it.

"Yes."

He kissed you.

The market place bustled around him, air brimming with life and energy. Shiny bolts of fabric in every colour of the rainbow hung against burnt red clay walls, venders and shoppers alike chatted in a mix of languages all different from each other, creating a buzz that faded into the background. Wooden stalls on either side lined the streets, hosting every item imaginable, from children's toys to rare magical artifacts and intricate weapons crafted from magical metal. The sun burned overhead, light hazy as it pierced through silk sheets covering the air above the market, providing shade from its relentless heat. And the aromatic, delicious smell of fresh food straight off the fire, constant and pressing in causing his stomach to rumble.

All around him, humanity thrived, flourished. He had never seen so many humans, all so different from one another, different heights and colours, different tongues. But all content, all at peace. They were not the magicless monsters the elves had painted them as, he had yet to see any human undeserving of life.

And you, always you, leading him through the human market. You wanted to show him something, something important. Important enough for him to once again be in disguise, although he doubted it was incredibly helpful your fellow humans were stopping around him, staring and whispering. Unable to contain their surprise. He doubted they would be to happy to see an elf, a mage no less, intruding in their sanctuary. He hoped you weren't going to do something dangerous.

At last, you came to a pause, staring up at a two-story building that seemed almost out of place considering the thin winding streets you had led him through. People constantly came in and out of the building, placed at the intersection of five different streets, almost like a focal point the rest of the market had been built around.

You turned to him. "Okay, so, uh." He raised a brow. "Okay, you may be a bit surprised, since, well, what I'm about to show you is very - very strange. But, I think you'll think it's cool." You nervously laughed. "Amazing actually."

"I'm sure I'll be sufficiently amazed." He takes your hands in his own, squeezing. "You need not worry." He smiles at you reassuringly, and you return it, albeit with a hint of nerves.

"Okay, so, let's go." You grin widely, pulling him into the what he soon came to know as the library. His fellow elves would be in shock to know humans had libraries, let alone written language.

You soon showed him the surprise, and he was amazed. To think, all this time, you had been teaching your fellow humans primal magic, helping him to connect to the arcanums. Mixed with his wonder at your kindness and general awe at human tenacity, the thought that his kin would not be happy with this could not help but linger at the back of his mind. This would have far-reaching consequences, ones humanity and elven kind would not be prepared to face.

"You should heed my warning." Aaravos felt helpless, flustered (he'd never felt this way before). You ignored him, still barking out orders to your numerous apprentices. All around him, human mages swarmed the meeting space, all frantic, all hurried, urgently carrying out your orders, carting books, scrolls, tapestries, artifacts. "Flee to the west, beyond the setting sun. Leave Norvos, leave Xadia."

You frowned, irritated as you lug a large tome to the boxes piled in the centre of the room. "You know I cannot. I must stay here, be with my people. I cannot flee, run away with my tail between my legs." You turn to him, gaze harsh. "You know this."

He wanted to scream, to grab you by the shoulders, shake you until you saw sense. "Let go of your foolish human pride and go. The elves and dragons won't spare you, nor your people. Take them with you." He grabbed your hands, bringing them to him.

Your scowl deepened. "I cannot bring millions of people with me to the west. I can't just uproot them from their homes. Xadia is their home as well. You cannot ask this of me."

"The elves and dragons will not spare you. They will bring fire and raze all you love to the ground." His grip tightened, plea entering his voice. "Leave Xadia, come with me to the west. It'll be an adventure, just the two of us. Just like you always wanted."

"Aaravos, I-"

"They're going to kill you!"

The room grew quiet, all eyes turning to him, the lone elf in their midst.

"And what of it?" You pulled away, taking a step back. A chasm sprang between him and you, he felt the loss like a missing limb. "Do you think us helpless? Unable to defend ourselves from the 'higher beings'? If they wish to fight with fire, let them, they took will die in the flames. Humanity will persevere, endure."

The room cheered, fists up in salute.

"You will die, all of you! The dragons-"

"Get out." Your voice was cold, cold where it had always been warm. "Leave Aaravos, and come back when you change your attitude."

"Fine, die with your useless pride. It won't warm you in the grave." He stormed out, door slamming behind. You were a fool, a prideful fool who could never acknowledge when it was time to flee. But no matter, you would see sense soon. And he too would come back when he had calmed down. They still had time, time before they came. His kin would not march for another week.

He was wrong.

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amalthea-fictions · 1 year

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Hi!

Can I request something fluffy for Aaravos with an elf reader, who really likes to sing and dance and just wery artsy? Maybe they are trapped togedher or something.

If you don't want to write this, that okay too. Have a nice day!

I LOVE THIS! I'm sorry I took a while to do it, but I wanted to do Aaravos justice ✨ (He's so ELOQUENT it makes him hard to write). I hope you like how it came out!!

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Curious.

That’s how it begins: he finds you a curious creature. When the silence of the library is disturbed by humming, he glances up from his book. His eyes find you tip toeing across the room, hands brushing the shelves as if they were your ballet bar, entranced in some secret dance that stole you far away from the world.

He would quirk his eyebrow at the curiosity, but return back to his reading, undisturbed.

Amusing.

The more he observes your idiosyncrasies, the more they begin to worm their way into his heart. He begins to expect the way you dance around the kitchen as you make breakfast, your toes just slightly touching the soft ground and prancing onto the next counter where you have your ingredients for baking. He comes to recognize the songs you hum, and the times you would invent new ones to your repertoire. And the days you pull out your paints and canvas and sit for hours by the skylight window, he would allow himself to simply observe your process: the way your hand guides the brush as if gliding across ice is, perhaps, its own sort of magic. And maybe, just maybe, his lips curl upward fondly at the thought.

Endearing.

As the days pass by, you find new creative and artistic ways to keep yourself occupied. Aaravos helped you pull all of his books on music and theory from his collection, which you’ve used to teach yourself how to play the lyre sitting otherwise alone on the shelf.

He again allows himself to watch your process as you learn– but, more and more, he begins noticing the softness of your fingers. The tenderness with which you treat the instrument, the gentle ministrations of your hands.

One day, as you sit hunched over the instrument, your hair falls in front of your face. With a small chuckle, Aaravos magicks it back behind your ear for you. Surprised, you glance to him across the room, and find him smiling back, eyes soft.

Enchanting.

One dusk, he finds you backlit against the light of the setting sun, staring at your canvas. Paints line the floor, but your brush does not move. Rather, your chin rests in your hand.

“Painting, are we?” He asks.

You don’t look up from the canvas, biting your lip. “More like trying,” you sigh. “I can’t seem to get this one right…”

Aaravos circles around you, glancing at your work over your shoulder. “What are you attempting to capture?”

You shake your head. “It’s… a little embarrassing. But, instead of a traditional painting, I wanted to try and make an abstract. I’m trying to capture the feeling of dreaming on canvas. I just… it’s still missing something, but I can’t figure out what.”

Aaravos tilts his head thoughtfully at the assortment of deep blues and purples that line your page. Then, he motions to the empty half of your painting bench, the silk fabrics of his robe glossing against your shoulder as he does so.

“May I?”

You nod, and he sits down with you. He’s close– his shoulder is pressed against yours, and you feel warmth from his entire body.

He contemplates the composition for a moment, then smiles. “I believe I may help. If I may?”

He reaches for your brush, and you move to hand it to him. But rather than take it, he gently clasps his hands around yours. You feel your cheeks grow hot.

He whispers the words of a spell, and guides your hand across the canvas. As the brush moves, it brings with it a swath of light and color to the page– as if the aurora borealis itself has illuminated the essence of your painting.

Your eyes grow wide at the sight, the dancing colors reflecting across your irises.

Aaravos smiles, admiring the beauty of not simply the painting.

Captivating.

He comes to enjoy your company more than his studies alone. Craves the sound of your laugh, resonating from deep within your throat. Adores the slight curve at the edge of your lips that reveals when you are about to break into a full smile. He helps you in your kitchen dance now, sometimes holding his hands gently above your waist to steady you in your spins or curtseys. His hands are soft and warm, and he always meets your gaze with soft and gentle eyes.

Except– your perceptions of time differ. This imprisonment is but a blip in the totality of his existence; for you, it is growing more and more arduous. And as his heart grows fonder and fonder of you, so is it more and more pained to watch a beautiful bird remain caged.

One night, he awakens and realizes you are not in the sleeping quarters. He finds you in the middle of the floor of the library, your hands wrapped around your knees, your chin tucked to your chest.

“Little star?” He calls to you. “Are you alright?”

You do not answer, for when you try to breathe, your lungs betray you and you hiccup for air.

He frowns and sinks to your eye level, watching as you frustratedly swipe at the tears on your face.

“Tell me,” he says softly, reaching forward to catch the tears with the pad of his thumb. His hand is warm on your clammy skin. “What is wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, using your hand to wipe at the tears on your opposite cheek. “I… I know you’re trying your best to get us out of here. But… I suppose I’ve had too much time to myself to think.”

“Ah,” he says, and begins brushing your hair from your eyes. “I understand all too well the dangers of being let alone to the machinations of one’s own mind.”

You nod, and he allows a comfortable silence to fall between you before probing more. “Please, little star. Would you share your burdens with me?”

You inhale a shaky breath and nod, bringing one hand up to his, still on your face. He is tall, and his hand engulfs your own small ones. The presence is warm and comforting.

“I began to wonder…” you begin, steadying your breath through tears. “I started to think about what I would do, once we are out of here. And I realized– I don’t think I truly have a place in this world. What value can I contribute outside of these walls?”

Aaravos frowns as you keep going, the words spilling out now.

“No one ever supported my hobbies the way you do. The world has no place for an artist, or a dancer, or a musician. What good is an artist to a world of practicians? Where do I even belong?”

You hiccup again, and his thumb strokes your face. His touch is tender.

“Is that truly what you think of yourself?”

You cast your eyes down and nod.

For a moment, the silence of the library is suffocating. But then Aaravos clucks his tongue and chuckles. You look up, shocked. He’s– he’s laughing at you?

No. His eyes are sparkling at you.

“Perhaps,” he says with a gentle smile, “I can put it into perspective for you.”

Then, with a swish of his hand, the library radiates to life.

He’s projected the stars of the night sky –no, the entire galaxy– into the air. You gasp as solar systems twinkling planets spin around you. You hold your hand up to one of the stars, and feel your expression lighten in spite of the tears on your cheeks when you brush a dancing star off its path, sending it twirling in another direction.

“Now,” Aaravos asks. “Which of these is the most important?”

You furrow your brow. In the time you’ve been here, you’ve come to know how Aaravos loves his riddles and trick questions. So the answer comes easily to you.

“None? They are all equally important?”

He smiles a sly grin, the expression that reveals he knows something you don’t, that the riddle answer is not what it seems.

“Not quite,” he says. “Consider: what would all the stars in the galaxy be, without the spaces between them?”

You are silent as you contemplate the thought.

He watches the gears in your mind turn, satisfied. He leans close to you, his nose practically brushing yours. You can see the stars dance in the reflection of his eyes.

“If all the people in this world are stars, you are as vast and pure as the spaces between them. Without people like you, the galaxy would be meaningless.”

You swallow, and feel his breath hot on your face.

“It is your creativity, your personality– the radiance of your very soul that allows the other stars to simply exist. Although not traditionally acknowledged as important, or beautiful… it is the spaces between the stars that I find most wondrous. Most–

Enrapturing.”

#Did they kiss at the end? It's up to you to decide 😏#aaravos x reader #tdp aaravos #tdp x reader #aaravos

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their-dearest · 1 year

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This tag has been rlly dry recent, so I'd like to contribute to our beloved sparkly man.

Super random Headcanons (sfw & nsfw) below (warning: might be OOC):

SFW:

His love language? Definitely quality time (giving & receiving) & physical touch

Just imagine reading a book with him, or his teaching you some spells <33 (can't u tell I'm a whore for quality time?).

Braiding & doing his hairstyle <33 Aaravos loves it when his S/O touches him, it makes him feel relax and forget his problems, even if it's just a short while

(I just wanna run my hands to his hair )

I feel like he's pretty good at drawing, to specific, water coloring. Like, have u seen the way he moves his hands? He has the precision for it!

Nickames he'd give to his partner/s: star, starlight, love, my dear (i feel like I'm missing a few more)

He also has the biggest bisexual energy in the show (asides from Harrow lmaoo)

NSFW Oness:

He's def a switch, although he leans on the dom side of things

I have no idea how elves genitalia works/look like, but he does have big 🍆 energy

His tongue isn't just for telling half truths 😏 (I'll let you fill in the gaps)

Grab his horns or hair while he's doing it and he would let out the prettiest moan ever

If he's subby, i feel like he's a brat sub (like he's such a tease fr fr. Weirdly enough, it reminds me of that time where the viewers & Viren 1st see him)

Anyways that's all, thank you for reading my (partially down bad) headcanons of him! I hope you stay hydrated & drink your meds (if u have 1)!

(EDIT: OMG TYSM FOR THE 50+ LIKES, I ADDED EXTRA HCS FOR PURPLE GLITTER MAN <33)

NSFW:

It may not be obvious at first, but he enjoys a little bit of pain (if yk yk~)

Just not too much or it'll ruin his mood

Also on the topic of kinks, i feel like he doesn't like being restrained or blindfolded

Although it would be a pretty sight

Like he's probably left in that same spot in the mirror for centuries,

It makes him feel helpless, and he hates it.

A weirdly specific one is that If you're someone who's fem, or AFAB, I feel like he has a fantasy of being pegged. (Although he has yet to bring this up since he knows that pegging isn't for everyone.)

SFW:

Remember the watercolor hc before?

Yea let's elaborate that.

So imagine him teaching u how to paint with watercolor!

Or or!

Even better, if you know different medium, you could paint each other's portraits<33

(kicking & twirling my hair rnn)

I feel like Aaravos also wear a little bit of make up, to be more specific, eye makeup

He'd definitely ace a perfect wing.

This isn't rlly a headcannon, but what shade of lipstick do u think will fit him? (If not lipstick, other lip makeup)

Extra head cannons!

Study dates! Study dates with him!! (*Shakes you like a bag of fries*)

He has a lot of good study tips for uuu

Like he's been studying spells and learning the 6 primal sources for most of his life (probably)

But also he would be observant of your limits

Like homeboy would know your about to have a breakdown before you will.

A wee bit on the angst side of things:

On the topic of arguments

I feel like he would be stubborn on his side of the fight

Like he would be sooo eager to prove that his right

That he might blatantly ignore your side

Although after the argument peaked and both of you decided to give each other space

That's the time where the argument plays in his mind

And where the pieces internally click

Regarding apologizing, of he's the one who's in the wrong, I feel like he'd apologize first.

But if he's the one on the right, he'll probably wait for you to heal up and apologize 1st.

Okai, back to normal hcs!!

Imagine doing each others make-up!

Him doing your eyeliner

You doing his lips make up

(Try not to kiss Aaravos challenge: Impossible)

Random topic about kids (idk, angsty ig?)

I feel like he'd be on the fence about having kids

While yes, he loves you with all of his dark heart

I think he'd have second thoughts about having them, since, yk

He's THE archmage Aaravos

He def has a lot of enemies up his arse

And this is just a specific hc

But I feel like he's afraid that he'll be betrayed by his own kin

Glitter man definitely has some trust issues

It took him a while to warm up to you as a person, and even a longer time as a lover

So perhaps give him some time about the matter,

He might change his mind...

... But only time will tell.

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windtowee · 6 months

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If you don't mind, Could you perhaps do headcount Aaravos + reader Cuddling??

Romantic

Tw! Cussing

Cudding with Aaravos headcannons

So as we all know, this man is tall as fuck

He makes a really good cuddler because of it

He just wraps you up in his cloak and just squeezes the hell out of you

He rarely cuddles with you but when he does he’s discreet about it

Will he ask to cuddle? No, of course not.

He’s a startouch elf for god sakes, he doesn’t ask for things like a human but if you wanna cuddle he’s not opposed to it

#tdp x reader #aaravos x reader

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redr0sewrites · 4 months

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ROSE I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH RIGHT NOW- I HAVE BEEN HAVING IDEAS ABOUT WHAT A SUBBY LITTLE MODERN AARAVOS AU WOULD FO WHEN HE’S ALONE AND I NEED SOME TO WRITE IT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU-

-your not so friendly (currently dying) neighborhood roach 🪳

teeheee....

🥀Cw: smut, phone sex, self edging, masturbation, praise, pwp, modern au, dom!reader

🥀minors dni

Aaravos had always had a high libido, and leaving him alone for extended periods of time often lead to him being far too needy. however, you couldn't help your busy schedule! as much as you adore your lover, you can't always be there to help him out and fuck him senseless. more often than not, when you were away, Aaravos had to turn to self pleasure to relieve himself. However, there was one small problem with that- it was near impossible for him to get off without you :(. he just needs you so much, and his hand just doesn't feel as good! this all led to the needy, desperate predicament he was in now.

"hngh-" Aaravos gasped, hips jerking upwards off of the mattress as he thrusted upwards into his fist. "fuuck hnggh-" He threw his head back into the pillows, abs clenching as he fucked himself into the tunnel of his fist. "ngh.. (name).." he groaned, whimpering as he climaxed, spraying his thighs and hand with cum.

Aaravos didn't pause for a second as his dick stayed painfully erect against his abdomen, and he began to stroke himself yet again. No matter how many times he made himself cum, Aaravos' lust didn't falter. Fantasizing about your hands, your lips, and your voice could only do so much. He kept his pace slow and sensual, sliding his hand up and down his cock, his thumb sliding over the slit where precum was already forming. Aaravos' thighs shook from overstimulation as he pumped himself, imagining his hands were yours.

"fu- fuck name, nghb i need y-you-" he gasped out, and suddenly an idea formed in his mind. what if there was a way for him to talk to you? Aaravos reached for his phone, hastily finding your contact with shaky hands. He immediately called you, quivering in anticipation as heat traveled up his face. He was still painfully hard, but he needed to hear you.

"hello baby, whats up?" you respond, cheerful as ever. Aaravos moans at the sound of your voice in his ear, thrusting into his fist as his back arched off of the bed. "i ne- need you soo much-" he gasped, little tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he bucked his hips fervently. you were barely surprised- after all, this wasn't the first time Aaravos got too needy without you. "awww, ya miss me that much?" you tease, relishing in the whiny moan from his end of the call that follows your taunts. "don't worry pretty, i'll help you," you coo at him and he whines.

🥀

"start off slow f' me, mmkay?" you drawl, listening intently to his labored breaths as he obeyed your commands. "now i want you to focus on the tip, can you do that for me?" Aaravos groans, nodding. "use your words," you whisper, and he gasps. "i-i can do that for you," Aaravos mumbles, stroking his tip and sliding up and down his length. Precum coated his tip as the knot in his abdomen began to tighten, and his thighs began to shake as a needy wail filled the room. his previous orgasms only added to his overstimulation, and he already felt a coil tightening in his stomach. "p-please, 'm so close baby, i needa cum.." Aaravos moaned, hips lifting off the bed to hump into his hand as pleasure overwhelms his senses. "hold it." you command, and Aaravos whimpers at the assertiveness in your voice.

Sobs and whines slip past Aaravos' lips as fat, glossy tears stream down his cheeks. His cock feels like it's burning with need, and hes so, so close, but he wants to be good for you. his brain fuzzes over as he continues grinding into the tunnel of his fist, the cum from his previous orgasm working as a lubricant to his ministrations. "please, i need it! please!" he sobs, pleading with you as his cock twitches against his palm. "i- i cant hold back!"

Aaravos' back arches off the bed as his eyes roll, and he hears your voice sound through the phone. Deciding to have mercy on his writhing, squirming form, you sigh. "Go on, pretty. you can cum." with your approval ringing in his ears he falls over the edge, screaming in pleasure as he comes undone. cum coats his thighs, soaking the sheets as hot white pleasure fills every nerve of his body.

you talk him through his orgasm, praising him for holding out for so long. "you did so well for me doll, your such a good boy~" you coo, smiling as he sobs in response. after a few more seconds, his whimpers and moans fade to heavy breathing and gasps. "are you okay?" Aaravos shudders, replying in his gravelly voice. "fuck, yes. i need to see you soon." you grin even wider at his words, elation filling you. "well, you won't have to wait much longer. open the door, 'm outside."

FIRST TIME WRITING IN A LITTLE BIT TBH IVE BEEN HAVING HORRENDOUS WRITING BLOCK😭 anyways this actually turned out better than anticipated soooooooo hehe

sorry if its ooc im trying my best💀

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demigoddessqueens · 9 months

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Hii! How are you? I hope you're doing well.

Can we get a headcanon of how Aaravos from the Dragon Prince would be like to his s/o being a royal? Like King/Queen. Thank you!

Hey there!! 😄 doing great!

A/n - Finally finished the recent season to crank this one out

As much as he distrusts the dragons and other kingdoms, obviously you’re the exception to his being miffed.

If you’re an elf, he doesn’t want to jeopardize you but he could give care all to what their politics are.

You’re his beloved and he doesn’t care for what they say

Poetry is a love language between you two

If you’re a human, life is even more precious to Aaravos. He wants to make the most of things, no matter how much of life you have left

Any of the magic relics you have are gifts bestowed from the Startouch to keep in touch with him. Mirrors are his specialty.

The few moments you spend together are months, sometimes years apart as to keep away from wandering eyes.

But they’re always cherished and never spent fretting over outside matters, only on each other

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stxrtouched · 1 year

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Not Alone // Aaravos

A/n: Hello! This is my first time officially writing a fic for TDP, and I couldn’t be more excited! I did take a few liberties that I hope the requester doesn’t mind too much, though it does stay true to what they sent me. I do intend to possibly make a part two to this if people like it. I am also always open to constructive criticism! I want to improve to create the best fics I can for you all. Anyways, without further ado, I give you: Aaravos not knowing wtf to do for the first time in his life and desperately struggling to maintain his mysterious and manipulative image.

WARNINGS: none, really? Uhh Aaravos convincing himself that everything he’s doing is to get out of there and definitely not his own curiosity being sparked, mc slowly beginning on her journey of progressively becoming a bigger flirt, Aaravos in general.

“I wish I could say I was sorry, Y/N, our hopes for you were truly high.” Those were the last words she heard, a brightly colored rune being the last thing she saw as the earth beneath her crumbled and gave. The only thing she could think to do was gaze up at the night sky, to take in the sight of the glittering stars as she fell to what she believed was her death.

A groan left her lips as even the light hitting her closed eyelids was too much to bear. She could register nothing but the spinning of her head at first, as well as the cold ground beneath her scratching against her star littered skin.

A moment passed before, finally, her eyelids fluttered open. The view she was met with was… unexpected, to say the least. As memories came flooding back, so did the confusion. Before her stood a wall of books, separated in the center by a crackling fireplace that cast its lovely glow onto Y/Ns skin, causing the stars on her face to shine even brighter than usual. Slowly, she sat herself upright, head turning to be met with a desk made up of some sort of unknown material.

The first thing she thought to do was chuckle. And here she had begun to think that the great archdragons planned to punish her. This was nothing short of a vacation home. As her gaze travelled further left, she froze. Any sort of feeling or thought vanished within a second. Never in a million years had she expected expected to see this.

Surrounded by an archway of light, creating a halo effect of sorts, was another elf. An elf that, shockingly, appeared to be another startouch being, like her. Y/Ns eyes widened as she took in the other’s features. Long, white hair framed a face of light indigo, one that was littered with glittering stars and a shocked expression that mirrored their own. Most of the strangers body was cloaked in black fabric, including their horns. But from what Y/N could see, he was beautiful. She found her stare shifting from one of shock to one of awe as the other finally approached her, head tilting down to send a piercing gaze towards her.

“Who are you?” He asked, or rather, demanded, despite his rumbling tone being laced with surprise. That voice… that deep, yet lovely voice. Y/N felt their heart pound in their chest, loud enough that she was sure the stranger could also hear it, especially as he crouched down to be at her eye level. Both of them wanted to reach out, to touch the other so as to prove that what they were seeing was real, though the various uncertainties held them back. The stranger seemed to recover faster than she did though, as he spoke up once more.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me,,, who are you?” He sounded almost annoyed now, as if his anticipation was getting the better of him. Y/N watched as his eyes narrowed and his perfect lips formed a tight frown. Doing her best to snap herself out of it, Y/N finally spoke.

“Y/N.” Her words came out breathless, as if speaking was painful. All the while her E/C eyes began to water from not blinking for at least a minute straight. The elf in front of her made a face of almost confusion, as if the response had startled him. For years he had been known to have a silver tongue, but in each situation he had always had the upper hand in things. The collective calmness needed to speak words that had others falling before him to be strung up like puppets was suddenly forgotten. Now he was truly at a loss for words. It was something that, he was desperate not to show.

“Ah- and um, you are?” Y/N added, giving him an expectant look. Her lips quirked upwards in a smile, an attempt at calming the almost visible tension in the room.

“That is of no importance.” He replied cooly, standing back up yet offering Y/N a hand. As usual, his first thought was to appear kind yet mysterious, so that if this intruder showed use to him he could capitalize off of it. Despite this normal way of thinking for him, something deep down, that lonely part of him begged to not potentially scare this newcomer away. It was an ache, a newly found voice nagging at him from the back of his mind.

It was Y/N’s turn to frown, though she accepted his outstretched hand and carefully stood up. She was about to insist she know the others name when suddenly, another question was thrown her way.

“Tell me, how did you get here?” They watched as the stranger’s head tilted slightly, pale locks of hair peeking out from under the cloak he wore. Y/N paused, a million thoughts running through her mind at once.

“I… am still processing that myself.” Y/N explained truthfully, hesitating before letting her hand drop back to her side. The elf in front of her seemed unsatisfied with that answer, one eyebrow quirking upward slightly as if he didn’t quite believe her words.

“You know,” Y/N began, gears turning in her head, “I could probably give you a better answer if you told me your name~” that small smile from earlier returned to her face as she spoke. Still unamused, the stranger paused for a moment. Would she recognize his name? Surely she would, no? Yet, who was he to refuse her, it would only grow more suspicion around him.

“Aaravos.” He replied simply, posture somehow becoming even more perfect with the mention of his name. Internally, he was pleading that she wouldn’t shut him out, something that was never truly part of his personality. Then again, this was quite possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity.

“Aaravos…” she echoed, as if testing the name on her own tongue. “That’s… really a gorgeous name.” She explained as she met his gaze, one that shook with surprise once again. It was a flicker, something she almost missed. Her smile almost turned into a smirk as he once again seemed to be at a loss for words.

“I.. appreciate your kind words.” Aaravos said, attempting to keep his tone unchanged. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind telling me how you got he-“

“Can you take off your hood?” The girl asked, hand almost coming up as if she was about to do so herself. Aaravos blinked, unsure of what to say once more. It was a humiliating feeling, one that he certainly wasn’t used to.

“Why?” Was all he could muster, curiousity accenting his deep voice.

“Am I not allowed to see what another elf of my kind truly looks like?” She challenged. My, where did her sudden spark come from? Attempting to flow through the conversation, Aaravos seemed to regain his composure. If his suspicions were correct, she was sent here just like he was, meaning they had a long journey of getting to know one another head of them. Surely she was bound to see him in his entirety at some point. So, with that in mind, he sighed and brought his galaxy ridden hands up and carefully tugged at his hood.

To say he was breathtaking was an understatement. Everything, from his deep purple horns to the star symbol planted on his chest- he was incredible. Without thinking, Y/N reached out to gently cup the side of his face with one hand. Aaravos almost stumbled back out of pure shock, though instead he simply burned holes into her eyes with his own, lips parted slightly as if he was about to protest. Yet, no words passed through his lips as the woman before him slowly took in each little detail of his face.

“You are just breathtaking…” she whispered, face alight with a mixture of joy and awe. An expression that faltered as he reluctantly stepped back. Aaravos knew that, despite the loneliness in his heart aching for the attention she was giving him, forming attachments wasn’t something he should have. Not if he wanted to succeed in his goal. Aside from that, he was also far too clueless in the doings of actual romantic interests and such.

“Once again, I… appreciate your kindness, though I would really love to know just how you arrived here.” He pressed on, desperately grasping at what was important right now. Y/N hesitated, as if she truly didn’t want to answer that. A wave of reality seemed to slap her in the face. Surely, he was no angel either, for if he was why would he be here? But the unknown was still terrifying. The unknown of whether or not her crimes were worse than his.

“I don’t want to talk about it…” her voice trailed off, gaze momentarily drifting from his. “You know what I would want to talk about, however?” She asked, earning nothing but a raised brow from Aaravos. “You~” she added, her cheesy demeanor once again met with utter confusion. If it was directed at anyone else, the elf surely would have rolled his eyes. But this specific sort of attention being on him… it was still quite shocking to him.

“So, I don’t suppose you know a way out, then.” he thought aloud.

“Oh, well, if I’m stuck in here, at least it’s with you!” The woman explained, the stars on her cheeks burning brighter and the color there darkening in a form of a blush.

“I.. suppose so.” Arravos replied against his better judgement. “Would you like me to show you around?” He offered, once again giving her his hand to take. Y/N’s face seemed to light up at that, eagerly grabbing a hold of his hand and allowing him to guide her towards the doorway of what seemed to be pure light.

Perhaps, Arravos thought, he could humor himself in getting to know her, in order to get out of here. Yes, certainly it was just that.

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