#codg dragon fic

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Dragon fic universe

Logan: So, you're telling me I can't leave the city to visit my ancestral home because King Elias and Prince David said so?

Merrick, sighing: no one, can leave, Logan.

Logan: well, His royal majesties can kiss my fuckin ass

Merrick: oh for fucks sake

Gran: Logan!

Kick: snorts

Merrick and Gran: stop encouraging him!

Or alternatively, Gran and Merrick discover how bad of an influence Kick is everytime Logan comes home from training with him

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Dragon fic universe

Princess Auryn: I am a princess and a do what I want

Princess Lilanne, future queen of Peossesan: Father says you're to marry Prince Balt of Tiuandia

Auryn: no

Lilanne: uh, yes??? Father says—

Auryn: fuck what father says. I'm gonna elope with Prince Keegan

Lilanne: listen here Auryn—

Auryn has left the chat:

Lilanne: Auryn? Auryn?? AURYN?!

Lilanne: ........

Lilanne: father!

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Dragon fic

This is part of chapter one, and is so far all I have written for this fic, lol. I'm working on it! Slowly but surely damnit

Logan struggled to remember the last time his grandmother hadn't told him a story about dragons, or some heroic, conquering Prince with gorgeous eyes who died over three hundred years ago. Dragons seemed to be her favorite topic however, with the elderly woman often gushing about them as if she herself had known one years ago. If she did not talk about dragons, she would explain to Logan the history of their country as well as their neighboring ones, telling him in varying details about the many close kingdoms and how they met their downfalls either by the hands of one family, or from the arrogant greed and gluttony of dragons.

"The Nagonian Russ Dynasty is one of this country's oldest Dynasties. Its first appearance being recorded by the family close to two thousand years ago!" She chirps animatedly, far more awake than Logan as his grandmother wobbles around their tiny kitchen, making him lunch on a cool Sunday afternoon. "The son of the most recent King and Queen, Prince Keegan, was known to be just as, if not more lethal than his parents were!" She rambles, setting a pot filled with water and fresh eggs on the fire. 

"Gran.." Logan grumbles, tired eyes fixed on her as she moves about the kitchen, his right arm supporting his head, chin pressed tightly to his palm. "For the last time, enough about Keegan-"

"Yes, yes, I know. I know." She interrupts, waving her hand dismissively at him. "I'm just explaining to you our country's history! You'd think you'd have at least a little bit of decency to try and learn it." She grumbles the last part with a huff, yet Logan still hears her crackly little voice over the fire, and responds with a soft and tired sigh.

"Women." He whispers, dodging a wooden figure she chucks at him. 

"Respect!" She barks, her fading eyes filled with annoyance.

"Yes, gran. I'm sorry." He stands, walking over to wrap her in a tight embrace. "The fields have just been overly tiresome today, my apologies." He kisses her cheek, inhaling her wild berry scent. "Did you pick fresh fruit?" He asks hopefully, calloused hands gently pushing her away. 

She stares up at him with a motherly grin. "Of course! Can't have my baby working the fields all day and not pick him some well-earned berries!" She walks over to their small countertop, removing the damp rag from atop a cracked ceramic bowl, displaying all of the different berries she picked. "Raspberries, blackberries, a few strawberries I snagged from the neighbor's garden, let's see-" she digs her hands around for a second, pulling her long grey hair from her face with her other hand. "Ah ha!" She grabs a small stem and turns around, revealing to Logan his favorite fruit. 

"Elderberries!" He moves rapidly, carefully picking up the fruits, an excited glint in his brown eyes. "Have you had any?" 

She nods once, pointing to the empty stem on the counter. "I'm afraid I was only able to grab two small stems." She smiles apologetically. 

Logan gives her another kiss, hugging her once more before stuffing his face greedily. 

"Now, don't be a pig!" She swats his ass with her spoon, turning now to her boiling eggs. 

"Perhaps if the King weren't such a selfish prick, I wouldn't have to be a pig." He retorts, knowing how many people risk their lives and hands to steal from the King's garden, filled with rich and exotic foods the poor are deemed unworthy of consuming. 

"You can enjoy items we don't have access to without being a pig." She explains softly, a small grin on her face. "I am pleased you enjoyed your gift. Ephaltes brought them to me." 

"He did?" Logan asks, recalling the bizarre purple eyed aristocrat who often stole for the poorer families in the realm. 

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Dragon fic universe

Prince Keegan: You will establish a trade route with my kingdom, and in return my family and I shall defend you from all other kingdoms and perils. You will be safe from harm

King Jebadiah: fuck you, I will not bow to a boy! You don't even have dragons, I bet you tell those lies to scare your enemies. Well, I'm not afraid. I will see you on the battlefield at dawn!

30 hours later

Keegan with venom in his words, while tossing King Jebadiah's head at his son's feet: Here's your father's head.

Prince Balt: 👁️👄👁️

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Dragon Fic universe

The Elder Dragon creating the first five official dragons out of the different elements and parts of the earth's soul: now, go free and rule the earth as is your birthright!

Two seconds later: no, stop it, no, quit FUCKING!!!

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I’m actually quite grateful to past me for properly planning my dragon fic by creating a separate document for it, because I was making a list of the different characters and dragons, and I had somehow forgotten three very important characters, and I have no idea how I managed that, lol. I am happy though that I won’t have to worry about forgetting them again, lol.

On another note, every time I fix a stupid plot hole, it feels like I’m fighting a hydra because I discover a couple more right after. Like what the heckie bro

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Dragon Fic Universe

Prince Keegan: Princess Auryn, it would be my pleasure, to become your husband

Princess Auryn: gasp, really?? Are we gonna elope? I've always wanted to elope!

Keegan: oh, actually I wished to ask your father for your hand.

Auryn: oh...uh...yeah. that's uh, *clears throat* cool too.

Keegan: you're displeased?

Auryn: noooo, no, nah! Pfft, displeased? Please! I'm good!

Keegan: you wanted to elope

Auryn: yeah, yeah Keegan. I wanted to elope