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thebawdybaldurian · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day One: Facesitting

I’m too out of practice and slow at drawing to even get one artwork done in a month, combined with all the writing ideas I have in my brain, so I am using some art prompts to do story snippets. I'll be switching between my Dragon Age and Baldur's Gate fic characters and maybe adding some new ones depending on the prompts. Starting with this prompt list and may switch between a few.

This will be part of the next chapter of Texts from Baldur's Gate, my non-magical human, modern AU. I just posted the newest chapter that leads up to this scene!

Content and Warnings: face sitting, semi-public sex, role play.

Pairing: Femme OC x Halsin

There were already a few other cars parked at the Rivington Overlook this early in the evening. Addy and Halsin were most definitely the oldest couple using the revered make out spot and were trying to be the most inconspicuous as well. Halsin rode in the backseat so he didn’t need to get out and the windows were tinted to the maximum legal limit. Addy pulled the powerful, new muscle car into the furthest spot away from everyone else and turned off the engine. “You might’ve rented something less noticeable,” Halsin grinned, watching a few windows roll down to gawk at the car.

“I was a little pressed for options, Mr. Silverbough…I needed to find a sexy car that was also big enough in the back for you to fit,” she grinned, pulling off her seat belt and turning to face him. “This little role play scenario would end awfully fast if you got wedged back there and had to be cut out.”

“Why don’t you get back here and see how tight of a fit it is then, Clataedre?” He growled, leaning forward to kiss her.

She kissed him back hungry, letting him assist her in climbing between the seats and onto his lap. He reached up her short skirt and gripped her ass tightly as their tongues met and swirled loudly against one another. The heat of their breath and the cooling late summer air made the windows steam up quickly. Halsin was already at half staff, eagerly anticipating what was to come. “Let me see,” he lifted up the front of her skirt, looking at the rapidly spreading wet spot on her innocent white panties. “It looks like you are all ready for that ride I promised you,” he licked his lips, reaching his fingers under the sides of her panties and ripping them off. She let out a quiet whimper, grinning widely at his strength.

“You’re lucky those were cheap,” she bit her lip, feeling a deep ooze of honey slipping down her canal to greet him.

He lifted up her hips so she was crouched on the seat with her back pressed against the roof of the car. He took a hungry lick of her cunt before lying down across the back seat. It was cramped, with Halsin’s knees pushed nearly back against his chest, but it gave Addy a sturdy spot to lean against as she turned and sat down on his face. “Oh gods!” She cried out as his tongue went straight to work, snaking directly between her labia to lick up a mouthful of arousal.

“Ohhh Addy, you’re so wet!” His moan muffled between her cheeks, pressing his nose against her asshole.

“Your tongue better work fast, Daddy, before I get this whole backseat soaked and I have to pay to have it cleaned,” she grinned, bracing herself against his knees and reaching a hand down to rub his cock through his jeans.

He gratefully complied, sucking her engorged lips and licking every inch of her blushing vulva as she rocked gently against him. He teased her clit with his fingers, just enough to make her dribble into his mouth and beg for more pressure. “Mr. Silverbough,” she whined, her legs trembling with need. “Just a little more…I need to come…then I need you to fuck me hard!”

“Ask nicely, Clataedre,” he growled, gently nipping one of her labia and pulling it with his teeth.

“Ahhhhh Daddy….Please…pretty please…with extra honey dripping down,” she moaned, beginning to undo his jeans.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned, her fingers instantly gripping his cock as soon as it was within reach.

“Oh, you’re awfully wet too,” she cooed, thumbing across his pre-cum and bending over to lick it off.

“Get back down here,” he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her firmly back against his face.

“Oh!” She gasped, the suction of his mouth making her toes curl in her shoes. “Fuck!”

He took long, hot breaths as he sucked every drop of arousal from her cunt, rubbing his fist against her clit as she rocked faster. “Gods! Fuck! Don’t stop! Uhnnnnn…I hope this…gahhhh…car is soundproof!” She punctuated the last word with an echoing moan, her entire body vibrating as she achieved climax. She collapsed against his knees, squeezing his head tightly with her thighs as she caught her breath.

#halsin #modern halsin #bg3 modern au #halsin silverbough #halsin smut #kinktober

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harudnae · 2 years ago

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Roger Pirates Week - Day 7 - Free Day

@rogerpirateswk is coming to an end !

And since today is a free day, today's theme will be : underrated characters with too few panels and screentime !

I came up with this while re-reading the Reverse Mountain arc and... I've been wondering for a while who was chatting with Crocus on the cover of Chapter 631 😏

Also posted on AO3 on 2023.01.29

Rating: General

Pairing: none

Summary: Crocus observes – and laughs, and cries, and finds hope again – as a young rookie pirate rises to the top.

Content warnings : POV Crocus from Reverse Mountain to Wano, heavy spoilers for end of Wano Arc, canon character death (not depicted), heavy feels, hopeful ending

Word count: 2.3k

📰 Waiting for the News Coo

Crocus thinks Luffy and his crew are a bunch of reckless young fools when he first sees them. Still, after they chase the annoying whalers away, he explains why Laboon is hurting himself, and why he still takes care of the mountain whale, after all those decades.

Then... Luffy plants his own ship's mast into Laboon's head.

Crocus sees red when the young pirate attacks, then stares in disbelief as he quickly declares their match a draw, saying that they'll need a rematch later to settle who's the strongest.

Why does this sound like Roger and Newgate's friendly rivalry ?

As Luffy promises to come back soon, giving Laboon hope and a reason to avoid hitting the Red Line and hurting himself, Crocus smiles, feeling strangely at ease now with the young crew around. Full of gratitude, he tells their navigator how to use a Log Pose, and that all possible routes starting at Twin Cape converge into one. He purposefully avoids going into detail but he mentions that Laugh Tale is the last island of the Grand Line, the one where only the crew of the Pirate King went to.

Luffy declares with absolute certainty that he'll go there.

That determination, that smile... I'm sure there's more to it. Could it be...?

After the cook inadvertently destroys the Log Pose the small crew has in their possession, Crocus gives them his own one as thanks for helping Laboon. Once the Log Pose is set towards Whiskey Peak, he asks them if they're really fine with going there to get the stray whalers home, since there are so many paths to the end of the Grand Line and there's no way to change course once they're set.

Luffy easily dismisses the issue. "If we don't like it, we'll just sail around again."

I don't know many people who sailed around the world and came back to talk about it. This kid's something, really.

As the Straw Hats leave he wonders aloud, "Could that bunch be the pirates we've been waiting for all this time ? That boy has a strange air about him... Eh, Roger ?" Later on, it occurs to him that the straw hat that Luffy is wearing could be the one Shanks used to have...

That would be interesting. And he's a D., with a familiar name too... I'll keep reading the News Coo in case he goes big someday.

The newspaper recount the tales of a few rookies that chose different routes at the beginning of the Grand Line, rising to fame over the next months and earning the collective nickname of Worst Generation.

And Luffy does go big indeed : in less than a year his bounty rises tenfold, he declares war against World Government and destroys Enies Lobby.

One day, Laboon starts calling again, but this time he's turned towards the Grand Line and not Reserve Mountain. He also seems happier somehow, to the doctor's utmost relief.

Luffy keeps making regular appearances on the front page of the News Coo relating his outrageous feats.

Crocus laughs his heart out when he learns that he punched a Celestial Dragon, he knew the kid had guts but this is something else !

Only someone with willpower – and lack of self-preservation – like Roger's could have pulled that out.

His only worry is that the Straw Hat crew apparently went missing shortly afterwards.

Not so long after, the newspaper announces about the upcoming execution of Whitebeard's Second Division Commander.

Crocus always found strange that the old man left the position vacant for so long after Oden's departure from his crew, only to fill it with a young rookie.

He must have had some good reason for it.

Now the kid – Crocus supposes he's not much older than Luffy – is going to be executed in Marineford.

What is Sengoku thinking ? He knows Whitebeard won't let that slide.

Then a special issue of the News Coo explains in detail what happened at the Summit War of Marineford.

Crocus is beyond amazed that Luffy managed to break into Marineford – a feat he know for certain only Shiki managed to pull out before, and he was among the greatest pirates back in the days. He frowns as he reads the revelations on his family tree. Recalling one too many altercations between the Hero of the Marine and the Pirate King, he starts pondering whether it's a coincidence that so many people of the D. are powerfully troublesome, even when they're not blood-related.

So they're sworn brothers... I wonder how they met ?

As the article goes on he learns of Whitebeard's death, and sheds a few tears for Roger's greatest rival. And then a sudden nausea churns his gut as he learns Ace's birth name.

Roger... had a son ? How ? Why... ?

He rushes to the end of the cape and hurls.

He recalls clear as day Roger mentioning that his son would find the One Piece, Rayleigh swatting his hand at him retorting that he didn't even have one, only to be told that he'd have one in the future. He remembers Roger telling them he was going to visit Newgate one last time. He recalls wondering why the kid held Oden's role after almost two decades that the Second Division went without a leader, and...

Everything falls into place all at once, and Crocus is sick to the bone that he understood too late. He retches again, angry and full of grief just like the day Roger sent the world into the Great Age of Pirates, and when his stomach is finally empty he wails at the sky.

The next special issue tells him that Luffy went back to Marineford to sound the Ox Bell, accompanied by a former Shichibukai and... Rayleigh !?

Crocus blinks at the picture in disbelief. He knows the significance of the bell, and the kid had the balls to ring it sixteen times...

Now I almost regret giving them my Log Pose. I wish I could pay a visit to Rayleigh... What in the name of fuck is going on ?

Unfortunately, nobody hears about Luffy or any of his crew for a long while.

Two years have passed since the Summit War, and Crocus is bored out of his skull. He was angry and sad when Sakazuki was appointed Fleet Admiral after Sengoku retired, happy to learn that Buggy rose to fame and became a Shichibukai, and then nothing eventful happened save for the occasional story of someone from the Worst Generation wreaking havoc somewhere. One or the other... but never the one he rooted for. He really hoped that Luffy would prove to be a formidable pirate, and he's kind of missing the front page articles about him. Crocus is growing concerned that Laboon will have his heart broken and hope shattered again if the straw-hatted rookie doesn't come back...

"Oi ! Crocus !"

The old doctor turns his head around, and frowns at the newcomer. He doesn't recognize them, though they seem to hail from Wano with the striped kimono they wear. They're not tall enough to be Oden, to his disappointment, but the unusual sight still piques his curiosity. When the visitor tilts his hat to reveal his face, the doctor's gaze lightens up in recognition and he widely grins. "Ah, Gaban ! Long time no see !!"

His former crewmate pulls a News Coo out of a sleeve and waves it high in the air. "You've got to read this ! And I've got juicy news, too..."

Crocus frowns, but welcomes Gaban nonetheless, intrigued by his words. As he approaches, the doctor remarks, "How many years has it been ? All your hair has gone white."

Gaban smirks and jabs back, "Shut up ! At least I still have more hair left than you."

"That's fair !" Crocus laughs. "Come here, I'll grab a drink", he tells him as he motions for the other to sit. Once back with a bottle and a couple of cups, he sits down and eagerly grabs the newspaper that Gaban hands him.

Gaban pours them drinks, suspiciously silent.

The Straw Hat crew has returned, says the headline.

Crocus feels a wide smile curving his lips. "Ooh, so you've been keeping tabs on them, too ?", he asks Gaban as he reads the rest of the front page, learning that they've all safely reunited in Sabaody Archipelago and left for Fish-Man Island after sending the groves into an uproar. As he reads a quick summary of the whole crew's bounties, tears well up in his eyes. "Oh, Laboon..." He turns to the whale proudly wearing a straw-hatted jolly roger on his head, untouched ever since Luffy came here. Tears stream down Crocus's face but hope fills his lungs as he says, "Laboon, look, it's incredible !!" He holds the newspaper out, pointing at the last bounty on the list. "That's Brook, he's in Luffy's crew now ! I'm so glad to know he's still alive !"

Laboon happily sings.

Crocus turns back to Gaban, roughly wipes his tears away and grabs his now full cup, holds it out to toast with his nakama. "To the new era, eh ?"

"Yup", Gaban smiles wide as he clinks his cup against the doctor's.

"Have you met the kid ? How did you know I'd be interested in his return ?"

Gaban laughs. "Ah, I told you I had juicy news ! It's been a while since I last saw you, so I'll tell you everything."

"By any means, please, do."

"So. I suppose you met Luffy when he went through there, right ?"

Crocus nods.

"He got his first bounty before then, after defeating three of the most wanted pirates in East Blue, including... Buggy."

Crocus snorts a laugh. "So that's why Buggy was so pissed when I saw him here last. Still, that's pretty impressive for a rookie, Luffy was already that good even then ?"

"Yeah, apparently. At least that's what I gathered when I met Buggy after the war. I managed to convince him to drop the chase after the kid, because of his new position as a Shichibukai... You know how Buggy always wanted all the gold and jewels ? Didn't change one bit."

"Oh, well... He might not be a kid anymore, but deep down he's still the same."

"Still pretending that Shanks pisses him off for one or the other reason, too", Gaban chuckles.

"Oh ! Speaking of which, I've been wondering-"

"Yeah, Luffy's straw hat was his."

"I could have sworn..." Crocus sighs. "What's with that kid, anyway ?"

Gaban shrugs. "Ask Rayleigh. I went to Sabaody not long ago and learned through Shakky that after the war he trained Luffy, then went back to the Archipelago to coat their ship before their upcoming return. Oh, and said ship was built by one of Tom's apprentices, no less."

"Oh, is that so ? Well, fate works in mysterious ways... I'm glad I gave them my Log Pose, then."

"Do you know where they're headed ?"

"Laugh Tale."

Gaban opens wide eyes, glasses slightly slipping down his nose. "Ooh. Of course Rayleigh would want to train him, then. Do you think he's the one ?"

"Maybe. But there's still lots to do before then." Crocus squints. "Wano is still a closed country, as far as I know..."

"Hm, yeah. I wanted to pay Oden a visit, but..." He heavily sighs as he tilts his woven hat to obscure his face.

Crocus tilts his head to the side, heart suddenly tight as he tries to meet Gaban's gaze.

Gaban brings a hand to his face, roughly wiping a few tears. "I learned when I went there that Kaidou was ruling the land now. Oden's been executed years ago. I don't even know if Toki and the kids are still alive... so I'm not quite sure about the promise he made to open up the borders."

Crocus turns to stare at the sea. "What about the Minks ?"

"I could never get back to Zou without the Vivre Card. I have no idea... But you're right, there's still hope they'll be there."

Turning back to Gaban, Crocus smiles again. "If the kid has Roger's crazy luck, he'll run into them just like he ran into Shanks, Buggy and Rayleigh."

Gaban laughs. "True that. He did meet you, too. Let's hope he does, then."

"You know", Crocus points at Laboon behind him, "Luffy made a promise to come back here and settle a fight with Laboon once he'd traveled to Laugh Tale."

"Ooh ? Taking over the Rumbar Pirates' promise ?"

"Yeah, and Brook wasn't even with them back then. That kid's got a pure heart."

"That's good. He can't be the one otherwise", Gaban winks.

"Right", Crocus laughs.

"I should go back there and wait for them... A new crew that promises to shake the world, eh ? I'm eager to see that."

"So am I."

In the next week, yet another issue of the newspaper brings Crocus a new hope.

Luffy entered an alliance with another rookie from the Worst Generation, defeated a Shichibukai, not just anyone either – Crocus shakes a shudder away as he recalls the names of the founding families of World Government – and, while one of the Marine Admirals publicly apologized for the situation in Dressrosa, apparently the infamous rookie gathered a whole armada of underlings ready to fight alongside him if need be.

Crocus grins wide. "Ooh. He's really aiming for the top."

Within the following month, Linlin and Kaidou are defeated, Wano Country is free and led by a new shogun who looks awfully familiar... And Luffy looks happier than ever, now that's he's been granted the same title than Shanks and Buggy.

Crocus's smile widens, mirroring the one he discovers on Luffy's new wanted poster. "I'll be damned if he isn't Joy Boy." Crocus closes his eyes, throat suddenly tight, and exhales a shaky breath. "Oh, Roger, I wish you could see him..." He opens his eyes again and turns to Laboon with tears blurring his vision and a wide range of emotions bubbling in his chest. "Say, Laboon, everyone's dreams seems to converge this time... I can't wait for Luffy to reach Laugh Tale."

The mountain whale happily sings.

Additional A/N

Maybe it's just me being a simp, but Gaban was first seen in Chapter 19, he's seen leading the fight against the Whitebeard Pirates along with Rayleigh, so it's been established that he's not just a random guy in that crew... and I hc he's their navigator since we saw him steering the Oro Jackson and he calculated Laugh Tale's location. Also has anyone else noticed that the Oro Jackson is the one and only ship that didn't capsize upon arrival in Wano ? I mean come on, the Sunny and even the Moby Dick suffered damage, right ?

Here's a thought : if Rayleigh's still able to swim through the Calm Belt these days, why wouldn't Gaban be able to travel to Wano and then come back, even all by himself ?

Last but not least... Luffy managed to meet a lot of former Roger Pirates, so I really wish Gaban will show up soon 😁🤞

#one piece #op fic #crocus #luffy #laboon #gaban #roger pirates #nae's writing #RogerPiratesWK2023 #weeee that's it for my contributions!#it was a nice ride 😌👌

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melonlordheroes · 5 years ago

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Garon vs. Xander, Take Two (Part 2/FINAL)

Quan: Seems the king's taken a liking to you, Olwen.

Olwen: Fitting. I've taken a liking to the thought of splitting him open with Thunderhead.

Quan: (seriously) We promised, Olwen. Leave Garon for Prince Xander.

Olwen: I know, I know... I'll keep drawing him in then. And attend that Armor once it gets close enough.

Veronica: And I'll patch up Xander- you shouldn't try to fight while wounded like that!

Xander: (soft laugh) This is nothing, Veronica. Don't worry.

-Quan and Olwen back up a bit, baiting Garon away from his soldiers as Xander takes down the axe infantry that's left. The Lance armor resolutely marches toward Xander as a second axecav bolts toward him, only to be smashed away by Siegfried as he gets into range. Garon continues to pursue Olwen, a menacing laugh rumbling deep in his chest as Quan moves Olwen right behind him.-

Quan: There, take your anger out on that armor over there.

-Olwen does some quick mental math.-

Olwen: No.

-And repositions him out of Garon's range. Xander moves to rejoin them, wincing as he holds a bleeding cut on his side from the earlier axe infantry's return fire. Veronica carefully steps up behind him to heal the cut, earning a grateful smile and headpat from the eldest of the Nohrian siblings. With the team now reunited and Garon split off, the Lance Armor advances on them seemingly resigned to his fate... Olwen and Veronica both nod at each other and raise Thunderhead and Hliðskjálf high to attack. The sheer power of the magical blast causes smoke to flood the room, but as it clears...-

Olwen: What... the...

Veronica: FUCK!

Xander: (sternly) LANGUAGE.

Veronica: How did-- we-- HOW DID HE LIVE?!

Olwen: Distant defense, perhaps...

Quan: Fortunately, Gae Bolg is effective enough. Get back into position for Garon's return and I'll take down THIS lout!

-The Manster lord spurs his horse forward to finish off the armor as Garon emerges from the left. Realizing his entire force has been decimated, the Nohrian king screams with anger and runs forward only for Veronica to charge ahead of everyone else with her staff raised.-

Veronica: I THINK NOT!

-The magical blast interrupts Garon's charge, sending him to his knees with a cough but only briefly before he roars and begins to transform with intent to kill Veronica...-

Quan: Damn it-- PRINCESS VERONICA!

Olwen: I won't have time to move her, she's going to have to take that hit--!

-For a brief moment, all of Xander's world goes dark and memories come oozing up from the inky places he'd banished them. A familiar scene is playing in his head of another sibling unfortunate enough to end up in Garon's path. He remembers being told to watch closely as Bolverk came down on one of his treasured sibling's heads... one of the first casualties of the concubine wars. He remembers Garon explaining someday this will be Xander's duty, and he remembers the body being gone before he had time to come back to it. He remembers all of it, but now it's Veronica who's in the crossfire.-

Xander: ...

-He promised to protect her. He promised to protect all of his siblings, but could only hold onto four of them.-

Quan: --YOU NEED TO RUN--

Veronica: --I CAN WITHSTAND IT, I'M SURE OF IT!

-He promised each of them he'd care for them when their father could not. He looked after them, practically raised many of them who would later fall under Siegfried's weight.-

Olwen: --VERONICA, STOP BEING RIDICULOUS AND GET OUT OF THERE!

Veronica: IF I MOVE, HE'LL GET A HIT ON XANDER AND I WILL /NOT/ ALLOW THAT!

-He promised never again.-

Xander: ...

-In that last split second before Garon can reach Veronica, Xander bursts by her with an angry scream. Quan jolts in place, throwing his arm in front of Veronica to keep the Emblian princess from charging after him. Siegfried is glowing with power and rage as Xander slams the sword into King Garon with all the force he can muster. The dragon shrieks with pain but is still able to nail Xander with his breath- the pain eats at him, but Xander is still able to cleanly rip Siegfried through the side of Garon's chest. He's badly injured, barely clinging to life even, but Garon detransforms and hits the floor as little more than a corpse. The group holds their breath as the battlefield door clicks and a red orb takes the place of the fallen king.-

Quan: My god.

Olwen: That was-- Prince Xander, that was amazing!

Veronica: (smile) I knew you could do it.

Xander: While I'm thankful for your attempts to protect me... (huff) Veronica, that was very reckless of you. Please don't risk yourself on my account like that again, all right?

Veronica: You have my w--

-The Battlefield doors crash open as Corrin, Corrinne, Mystery, Robin and Siegbert all fall through it. The dragon twins scramble out of the pile to rush over to Xander while Robin tries to gently kick Mystery off of him. Siegbert leaps to his feet as well, only to wobble and fall back on his butt.-

Corrin: Big brother!

Corrinne: Big brother, are you okay?! We came as soon as we heard from Chrom!

-Xander winces as he dismounts, but still opens his arms for Corrin and Corrine to charge into them. He hugs them both tightly, leaning back to show them the orb.-

Xander: I'm just fine, little royals. ...I'm just fine.

Corrin: Oh, wow, you really did it...

Corrinne: We always knew you could, but still! You really defeated him!

Xander: As I should have all those years ago. (wince) Forgive me, it's going to be a while before I can return to the battlefield with these wounds.

Corrin: We'll take you to Ethlyn and Elise right away--

-Siegbert has finally gotten up and across the floor. Corrin moves out of the way slightly so Siegbert can get in on the hug.-

Siegbert: Father!

Xander: (laughs, reaches around Corrin to ruffle his hair.) Easy now.

Siegbert: I-I'm sorry I couldn't be here in person to witness your victory, father! From what I've been told, my grandfather was--

Xander: (pat) Let's not speak ill of the dead right now. Besides, I'm rather glad you /didn't/ have to see that battle.

Veronica: Considering you charged into a dragon's direct line of fire--

Siegbert: It must've been amazing to see! Painful, I'll grant, but incredibly heroic! Things like that are why I look up to you so much, you know.

Xander: (softly laughs and kisses him on the top of the head before clearing his throat.) Mystery?

Mystery: (now detangled from Robin) Yessir?

Xander: Catch.

-Xander tosses her the Garon orb. Mystery catches it and then proceeds to hold it as if it's hazardous. Robin rolls his eyes.-

Mystery: Ew. Garon ball.

Robin: Really, you had to call it-- (sigh, smile) Congratulations on your victory, Xander. Any opinion on what to do with the orb?

Xander: Dispose of it however you see fit, I suppose. (sigh) My apologies, I'm rather winded from that fight.

Veronica: I'm sorry, if I had more energy I'd heal you myself...

Quan: (leans Gae Bolg on his shoulder) I'm sure Ethlyn can handle it. She and Lachesis both are masterful healers.

Corrin: Guess that settles it- we'll shoulder you.

Siegbert: I'd like to come too, if I may?

Xander: Of course.

Corrinne: (to Mystery) Well, guess it's up to you how it's done but get rid of that orb!

Mystery: Settled, we'll feed him to someone. HEY SAIAS, WANT DISTANT DEFENSE?

Robin: Wh-- WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS! SKILL INHERITANCE DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT, NOBODY IS EATING ANYBODY!

-The assembled group leave the Grand Hero Battlefield, Xander being carefully shouldered by his siblings while his son and (sort of) little sister Veronica look on adoringly. Quan and Olwen bring up the rear with relieved smiles, and Mystery has already charged out the door with Robin giving chase. Garon is well and truly defeated, but Xander wasn't the only one who wanted a shot at the king of Nohr...-

#grand hero babble #melon lord heroes

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lasagnabomb-blog · 6 years ago

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Belargo the Coin Dragon

"Hey, shopkeep, what can I get for this? Found it on a recent venture in southern Duskain".

Kit faced a small roadside wagon set outside of Lupren in central Duskain. Drawing the short straw, he was sent out to run errands while the rest of the crew set up camp. Usually, they would stay at an inn when this close to town, but after being robbed of your gold and some of your supplies you learn to make do.

“Looks beat up, but the knife is still sharp. I'll give you six gold for it.”

The shopkeep was a stout man, short too. You could almost mistake him for a dwarf if he grew a beard. He stepped back from the counter and put away the knife. Kit looked around at the pines and straightened his coat. Winter was coming and it was coming fast, frost had been on the ground that morning.

“Aye, here you go. Six gold, as promised.”

In the shopkeep's hand. There were six coins, but there was also a tiny silver dragon clutching one of the coins. Kit tried to softly tug the coin away from the dragon, but to no avail as it growled and hissed at his hand.

“The dragon comes with the coin, sir.” The shopkeep gruffly spoke “Little guy never lets go of his coin, so he always goes with. He's traveled to about every shop in the town, and who knows where he was before that. Try and spend ‘im somewhere else so he gets to travel.”

“I… uhh…” Kit held out his hand. The dragon perked up and scampered onto his hand, up his arm, and perched on his shoulder.

“By the way, the lil guy responds to Belargo. Have a nice evening now.”

The shopkeep didn't give time for Kit to respond and closed the window to the cart. Dumbfounded, Kit decided it was best to spend some of the gold and get food for the crew.

After shopping for a while, Kit finally returned to camp with dried goat, dried fruits, and one gold. The camp had been set while he was gone, and his two companions were already sitting by the fire. On the left sat a black kobold named Arua, on the right sat a dwarf named Gurk. Both seemed to be laughing at some joke Arua had just finished, her jokes were known to be a bit raunchy and a favorite of Gurk's.

“Hey, Kit, we found a log for ya to sit on. Find anything good out there?” Gurk's voice rumbled deeply. “I can smell the meat, toss it ‘ere!”

“Fine, calm down Gurk, there's plenty for us tonight.” Kit, pulled out a piece before slinging the sack over to Gurk. “Got some fruits for the road as well.”

There was a moment of silence.

“We have one gold piece left” Kit said “though it uh… it comes with this little guy” Kit proceeded to reach into his jacket, and show off Belargo in the palm of his hand. “Merchant said the dragon comes with the coin, never leaves it either. Figured we can keep the little fella for now at least. His name is Belargo.”

Arua had already approached and convinced the dragon to her hand by the time Kit was done talking. “So, he's sorta like our little mascot now, huh?” Arua chirped. “ Who's a good wittle fella, huh?” as she pet the dragon with her finger.

“We should get to sleep soon. We have to catch up to Silvereye if we're going to claim that bounty.” Kit stated. “We've come close to losing the trail a few times, so we can't let him slip out of Lupren without us knowing.”

Belargo trilled happily as Arua rubbed his belly.

“Well, silver dragons are a sign of good luck.” Gurk said. “Maybe we'll catch Silvereye at the gate tomorrow before he gets the chance to slip!”

“Well, if we are gonna do that, it's best to turn in soon. Goodnight guys.” Kit yawned through the sentence.

The group had a peaceful night and rose early the next morning. After tearing down camp, the went into Lupren to try and spot Silvereye, the infamous murderer. She would leave a silver piece in the left eye of her victims, and was more than rich enough to pay off the law. The bounty was big, it would definitely make up for the money the group lost a while ago.

Kit was leaning in the gate of the town, watching over the street. The sun had barely risen, and the streets were near empty. Kit was having a hard time staying awake before his head flashed with pain and his vision went black.

When Kit came to, his hands were tied behind his back and his mouth was gagged. In a chair across the room sat a very large man with two other brutes standing beside him. One of them had a bloody bandage wrapped around his nose and cotton in his mouth.

“Ah, boys, our guests are finally awake.”

Kit looked around and saw Arua and Gurk both tied up. It looked like Gurk was hurt the most, he must've spotted the thugs before they got him.

“Now, I have a question fellas.” The chair creaked as the man stood up “Why are you following miss Silvereye, eh? You couldn't be bounty hunters, could ya? I hear plenty in that profession die gruesome deaths.” The man towered over Kit now, blackjack in hand. “Some of ya even go through torture. So why are you followin’ the miss?

Kit spat at the man's boots. Before he had time to make a snide comment his head exploded in pain and his vision went blurry. Blood started dripping down his temple. Before he knew it, he was hauled up by his hair and pinned against the wall.

“Now, I asked you a question. I think it's best for you to answer.” His breath smelled like beer and onions.

Kit remained silent

“Fine, I see you won't talk If I hurt you. How about the little miss there? Skellen, grab her. Tie her up to the chair.”

Arua was hauled over to the chair. Her fighting back was pointless, she was much smaller than any of the thugs. After she was tied up, the leader let go of Kit and walked over to the chair.

Kit started struggling against the rope, trying to get free to save his friends.

“So, what's a little miss like you doing out here? It's easy to get hurt y'know.” The leader slammed his blackjack into her stomach. “I think it's best to admit to what you did, we might kill ya faster then.”The leader put a hand on Arua's shoulder and cocked his other hand back.”It's a shame sweetheart, you're pretty for a fucking lizard.” A small flash of fire hit the hand on Arua's shoulder. The leader roared in pain and reeled back, clutching the burn on his hand.

“FUCKING WITCH! SKELLEN, KILL HER!”

Kit had worked his bonds to the point he could slip a hand out. Skellen was standing over Arua, confused by the small dragon on her shoulder. Belargo had clambered his way up to Arua's shoulder from one of her jacket pockets. That gave Kit just enough time to tackle Skellen while he was confused. The third thug stumbled back, surprised by what was happening.

Kit took the knife from Skellen's sheath and cut his throat, then sprung back up to assess the situation.

Gurk was still tightly bound and Arua's chair had been knocked over, she was struggling with the rope. Stefan had cast aside his blackjack in favor of a shortsword. The third goon had drawn his sword as well and was getting ready to charge.

“So, you really do want to be tortured to death, huh?” The leader growled “I'm gonna put your head on a fucking pike in the middle of town!”

The leader rushed forward and thrusted his blade at Kit's chest. Kit turned aside and kicked at the ankles, causing the man to tumble. Before he could do anything else, Kit was pommeled by the other goon. Luckily, he missed Kit's head and bashed his shoulder instead, causing Kit to fall over in pain. The thug but his boot on Kit's back, pinning him to the floor.

The thug raised his blade, and readied to stab Kit through the neck.

Kit heard a loud thud and a crash, followed by a string of dwarven swears and a fist meeting flesh repeatedly. The foot was no longer on his back and Gurk was free of his bonds, beating down the goon. Arua had also escaped hers, but hadn't gotten up yet.

“You think… that I'm just gonna go down that fucking easy?” The leader stood back up, and whirled his blade.

“I mean, I was sort've hoping so. I've had a rough week, and your fat ass made it worse. Sorry I have to take it out on you.” Kit threw the knife at the leader's head. It would've hit if the leader's reaction was any slower, he deflected the knife with his sword.

The leader charged, whirling his blade around and making it difficult to get much closer to him. Kit saw an opening, but the leader read his movements and slashed as his side while sidestepping away. The blade caught Kit on his upper arm, leaving a deep wound. Kit cried out in pain and clutched his arm, making a feeble attempt to staunch the flow. Having lost his balance from the blow, Kit crashed into the wall and fell back over.

“My name is Sellus Drihart, and I’ve never lost a fucking fight. I’m not gonna lose to some cut-rate bounty hunter.”

Sellus swung his sword at Kit’s head. Arua cried out, her lifelong friend was about to meet his demise and there was nothing she could to. She couldn’t make it in time. The sound of a blade cutting flesh and cracking bone echoed through the room. Arua screamed, and found the knife on the floor. Kit wasn’t dying in vain.

“... your blade isn’t as sharp as you think, Sellus… don’t you know it’s important to keep it sharpened after every fight?”

Kit sat there, blood pouring out of his right arm and his left hand, sword embedded in his palm. He seemed to barely be conscious. Sellus stood there, shocked. He then yanked the blade and readied for another swing.

Sellus had no time to swing though, Arua had already closed the distance and slashed his achilles tendon with the dropped knife. Sellus crumpled to the ground, unable to stand back up. Arua made quick work of Sellus, repeatedly stabbing him anywhere she could. After it was all said and done, Arua fell to her knees out of pure exhaustion. Kit had fallen unconscious, and Gurk had just finished off the last thug, with a few less teeth than before.

Silence rang through the room.

Gurk finally spoke. “ I guess silver dragons aren’t much luck after all…”

Both of them stared at Kit, he was basically their leader and what brought them together. Neither of them knew how to patch wounds like he had; especially his hand which was almost dangling off from the rest.

Belargo skittered over to Kit, and started lapping up the blood. Before Arua or Gurk could stop the dragon, the blood began turning silver in color, running up into his wounds. The wounds started shimmering, and then began closing. Scar tissue grew rapidly and stopped Kit’s bleeding. Belargo’s horns rapidly shrank in size until they were little nubs on his head, and then the dragon fell asleep.

Hours later, Kit woke up in an unfamiliar room. Arua and Gurk sat by his bedside. After a flurry of questions which were mainly answered with “I’m alive”, “I feel like shit”, and “I need water.”; Arua screamed something about Kit’s eyes. Kit didn’t really understand, his head started ringing. Stumbling over to the mirror, Kit noticed a few things immediately. His wounds were covered in a very rough scar tissue, it almost looked scaled. Each of those scars burned like fire when touched. Lastly, his eyes had taken a sterling silver color and resembled those of a dragon.

“Guys, What the fuck happened to me? Where are we?”

Gurk calmly explained that they were still in Lupren, in the Blitzed Imp Tavern. Then told Kit about Belargo and what happened after Kit had passed out.

“Little fella still hasn’t woken up.” Gurk explained “Fixed ya up and hasn’t moved a muscle since.”

Kit stumbled over to where Gurk and Arua had made a makeshift bed out of rags and a spare pillow. Belargo was nestled beneath the rags, with only his head sticking out.

Slowly, the dragon’s eyes opened. Kit’s eyes almost exactly matched Belargo’s. The two had been bonded by dragon magic in the attempt to save Kit. Nobody knew what this meant for them, but they were soon to find out. This was only the beginning of an adventure, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in centuries.

-END OF PART 1-

This was inspired by a writing prompt that was thrown my way! It had reached Tumblr fame before, but I figured I'd give it a shot too. Thank you of you've taken the time to read this, I'd love to know what you think! Have a good one!

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