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Althea the Mothgirl (fem!moth x gn!reader)

Plagued by days of relentless migraines, you wander into a park in search of relief—only to find comfort in the gentle care of Althea, a soft-spoken moth girl whose touch soothes more than just pain.

You rubbed your temples, wincing as another wave of pain pulsed through your skull. The migraine had persisted for days, robbing you of sleep and leaving you exhausted. You shuffled through the park, hoping the fresh air might provide some relief. The park was usually a sanctuary for you, a place where you could clear your mind and escape the stresses of daily life. Today, however, the vibrant colours and cheerful sounds only seemed to exacerbate your headache.

A soft, familiar voice called out your name.

You turned to see Althea, a white moth girl, walking gracefully towards you, almost dancing in her movements. Althea's luminous wings shimmered in the afternoon sun, casting a warm, comforting glow. You managed a weak smile, grateful for the distraction.

"Hey, Althea," you replied, your voice weary.

Althea's large, black eyes filled with concern as she took in your pale face and dark-circled eyes. "You don't look well, are you okay?"

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to push your problems onto other people, but another wave of pain made you groan and shake your head. "It's this migraine. I can't seem to shake it these past few days, and I haven't been sleeping at all because of it."

Althea's expression softened, concern etched across her delicate features, her antennae quivered, sensing the pain you were in. "Oh, you poor thing! That sounds excruciating," she said, her voice filled with genuine sympathy.

She reached out a slender hand tipped in curled white claws, her touch gentle as she placed it on your forehead, checking for fever. "Have you tried any remedies or pain relievers? Maybe a warm compress or aromatherapy?" Althea's hand was cool against your forehead, providing a momentary respite from the dull throb in your skull. She hummed softly, lost in thought.

"I've tried everything," you said, frustration seeping into your voice and tears slowly pooling in your eyes, as she pulled her hand away and you fought not to chase after her cool touch. "Ibuprofen, cold compresses, essential oils, you name it, I've tried it. Nothing seems to touch this headache."

"Hmm, have you considered trying some herbal teas?" Althea suggested, her voice warm and reassuring. "Chamomile, lavender, or even peppermint tea might help soothe the pain." She placed four comforting hands on your upper arms, "And, of course, plenty of rest and hydration are crucial when dealing with a pesky headache like this."

“Rest would require me to be able to actually sleep through this pain.”

She frowned as much as her face structure would allow her too, mandibles and antennae twitching irritably to show her displeasure, “Well, being out here in the broad sunlight certainly isn’t doing you any wonders I bet.”

Her hands released you and she crossed the bottom two, the third resting on an elbow as the fourth tapped her cheek, head tilting to lean into the movement as she thought. Her large eyes looked around the area before suddenly lighting up, mouth opening a little as an idea seemed to come to her.

"Come with me," she said gently, taking your hand. "I have an idea that might help."

You followed without protest, too tired to argue. Althea led you to a secluded spot in the park, where the grass was soft, and the trees provided a cool, shady canopy. You walked in silence, occasionally stumbling as another sharp pain pierced your temples. Althea's grip on your hand was firm but gentle, guiding you with care and patience and never letting you fall.

You reached a small clearing surrounded by tall, swaying trees. Sunlight filtering through the leaves, creating a dappled pattern on the ground. Althea sat down and patted the ground beside her, softly tugging on your hand as she leaned against a sturdy tree trunk.

"Sit with me," she instructed softly. "Rest here for a bit."

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desperation. You had always found comfort in Althea's presence at work, but this felt different, more intimate. Still, the promise of relief was too tempting to ignore. You sat down beside Althea, leaning back against the tree trunk. The cool bark pressed against your back, offering a small respite from the heat of the day.

Althea began to stroke your hair, her touch gentle and rhythmic, wings up and flickering to block additional sunlight from you. "Just relax," she cooed softly. "Let the pain melt away."

You closed your eyes, feeling the tension in your body start to ebb away. Althea's voice was a soothing melody as lowly talked about everything and nothing. Her fingers a balm against the throbbing pain in your head, claws gently untangling any knots in your hair. You could feel yourself sinking into the comforting embrace, the migraine gradually loosening its grip. But despite the relief of Althea's presence, sleep still eluded you. The throbbing in your temples was relentless, and you couldn't seem to find a nice position.

Sensing your continued discomfort, Althea shifted slightly, guiding you to lie down with your head resting in Althea's lap. "Here, let me help you more," she said softly, her voice filled with concern.

You gingerly settled your head into Althea's lap, feeling the incredible softness of her furred legs beneath you. The warmth and smoothness were incredibly soothing, like resting on a cloud. Althea's wings spread wide, creating a canopy that shaded you from the sunlight. The underside of her wings revealed a mesmerizing pattern that resembled a night sky, complete with tiny, shimmering stars.

Althea began to comb two hands through your hair, her fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. Her other two hands rested lightly on your shoulder, offering a comforting touch. "Just relax," she repeated gently. "You're safe here."

Your breathing slowed, becoming deeper and more even. The world around you faded, and for the first time in days, you found yourself drifting into a peaceful, restorative sleep. Wrapped in Althea's fluffy embrace, you slept soundly, the pain and fatigue replaced by a serene, dreamless slumber.

Hours later, you stirred, your body still nestled in Althea's comforting hold. You blinked slowly, disoriented but blissfully free of pain. The oppressive weight of the migraine was gone, replaced by a sense of lightness and calm. As you became more aware, you realized that your position had shifted during your sleep. Your head was no longer in Althea's lap but resting against Althea's chest, enveloped in the girl's soft fluff.

"Althea?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.

"Yes?" Althea's voice was soft, almost musical. She continued to stroke your hair, her fingers moving in slow, soothing circles.

"Thank you," you said, your eyes filling with gratitude. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Althea chittered happily, her eyes crinkling at the corners and wings fluttering. "I'm glad I could help. You looked like you really needed some rest."

You shifted slightly, feeling the softness of Althea's chest beneath your cheek. "This is amazing," you admitted. "I've never felt so comfortable."

Althea's smile widened. "I'm happy to hear that. You can stay here as long as you need."

You remained like that for a while, the gentle rise and fall of Althea's chest lulling you into a state of deep relaxation. The park around you was quiet, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. You felt a profound sense of peace, as if all your worries had been swept away.

"How did you know this would help?" you asked after a while, your curiosity piqued.

Althea shrugged slightly, her wings rustling softly, “Oh it’s something I could always do. A defence mechanism that never left my bloodline.”

You blinked in confusion, “I’m sorry?”

“My wings,” she emphasized her words with a flutter of the thin membranes, “they’re covered in a fine dusting of a powder underneath a layer of scales. When fluttered just right the scales release the powder and the intended target tends to knock right out! Great defence against predators from eons ago that never left.”

“Oh cool,” you muttered snuggling back into her soft fluff, before shooting straight up as her words fully registered, a startled squeak leaving Althea at your sudden movement.

“You drugged me?”

“I, well, drugged is such a strong word! More…helpfully encouraged!” Her antennae and wings pinned back, and she shrunk in on herself at the face of your reaction.

You blinked at her, your mind still a bit foggy, trying to process what she'd just said. Althea’s wings were pinned low in clear embarrassment, her antennae twitching nervously as she looked everywhere except at you.

"I… I only did it because you were in so much pain," she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. "I would never do anything to hurt you. I just wanted to help you sleep… and it’s harmless! Really! It just calms the nervous system down a bit—like nature’s lullaby."

You looked at her—at how small she was making herself, her four arms wrapped around her torso, her fluffy shoulders hunched. The guilt in her large, dark eyes was enough to melt anyone.

The tension in your shoulders eased. You let out a soft sigh and reached out, brushing a hand gently against her nearest arm before flopping back over into her lap, another sneak leaving her at your sudden weight. “You’re lucky your cute,” you muttered sling an arm over your eyes. You shook your head with a small, sleepy smile. "Honestly? That was the best sleep I’ve had in days. You didn’t hurt me—you helped me. In a weird moth magic way, but still." You leaned your head against her again, letting yourself melt back into her fluff. "Besides, if I’m going to be knocked out by anyone, I’d rather it be you."

Althea let out a soft trill of happiness, the noise making your chest flutter. Her wings lifted with relief, folding protectively around you once more. "I really was worried," she admitted, stroking your hair with renewed gentleness. "You looked so worn down. You still do, but at least now you’re glowing a little more."

"I think that’s just your wing dust," you teased lightly.

She let out a soft giggle, her body trembling with it under your cheek. "Maybe. Or maybe you're just finally letting someone take care of you for once."

You sighed again, this time with a smile, and tilted your head to look up at her. "You're really good at that, you know. Taking care of people."

A rosy flush spread beneath the fine fur on her cheeks, and her antennae wiggled bashfully. "I try. Especially when it's someone I… care about."

You blinked slowly, your sleepy brain catching up to her words. "You care about me?"

Althea’s hands paused, and for a moment, the air was still and quiet. Then, with a small nod, she whispered, “Of course I do. You’re kind, even when you’re hurting. You always listen to me talk about my weird interests, and you remember little things I say. And seeing you in pain like that—I just wanted to fix it. Not because it’s the right thing to do, but because you matter to me.”

Your heart swelled at her words, a warm pulse of affection blooming in your chest. Without thinking, you reached up and cupped her cheek, your fingers sinking into the soft fur. "You matter to me too, Althea. A lot."

Her wings fluttered and shimmered, catching the fading golden light through the trees like a living sunrise. The clearing was warm, drowsy, and quiet—a little pocket of peace that you both had built just by being there together.

She leaned into your touch, her eyes closing as she nuzzled your hand gently. "Then rest a bit more. Just a little longer," she murmured. "Let me keep you safe."

And you did. You nestled closer, pulling her warmth around you like a blanket, listening to the rhythmic flutter of her wings and the slow beat of her heart. You felt her arms cradle you, one by one, until you were wrapped completely in her embrace.

It was the safest you’d felt in a long, long time.

A Few Days Later

You'd finally started feeling like yourself again. The cramps were gone, the migraine mishap resolved, and you could actually stand upright without swearing under your breath. The world was brighter, easier to navigate—and Althea? She hadn’t left your side since that day in the clearing.

So, to thank her (and maybe because you just wanted to spend more time basking in her warm, fluttery presence), you asked if she’d like to go out for tea.

You weren’t expecting her to light up like a lantern.

Now, here you were, sitting in a quiet little corner of the Irethale’s coziest tea shop—The Enchanted Bloom—ran by a pair of witch siblings where the mugs never went cold, and the cushions shifted beneath you to support your posture just right. Lanterns floated lazily above your table, casting a soft blue glow across Althea’s cheeks. Her wings shimmered in the low light, and her antennae curled happily as she took a sip of her floral blend.

“This is… perfect,” she murmured, cradling her cup in all four hands. “I’ve never been on a date before.”

You blinked, “Wait, really? But you’re so amazing! Who wouldn’t have wanted to snap you up by now?”

Her eyes widened, antennae and wings flaring up before laying flat again in bashfulness, “Many have found me to be a bit much, too hyper, too expressive, too everything.”

“Well,” you said, smiling over the rim of your mug, “then they don’t know what they’re missing out on. I’m honoured to be your first.”

She giggled, that sweet, musical sound that always made you feel like the sun had peeked through the clouds just for you. Her wings fluffed up a little, clearly pleased. “You didn’t have to do all this,” she said softly. “But I’m really, really glad you did.”

You reached across the table, brushing your fingers over her upper hand—the one not holding a cup—and gave it a gentle squeeze. “After everything you did for me? I wanted to show you how much I appreciated it. You were amazing, Althea. You are amazing.”

She ducked her head, bashful but glowing. “You make me feel like I can be.”

The two of you sat there for a while, sipping tea and talking softly about nothing and everything. She told you about a mothfolk holiday that involved weaving silken dreamcatchers and hanging them in trees surrounding their homes. You promised to help her make some next time and in return told her about a kind of tea your family used to make during colder months, and she got so excited she insisted you brew it for her soon.

By the time the tea was gone, neither of you had any intention of leaving. Not yet. The moment was too warm, too gentle. Althea leaned her head against your shoulder, her wings wrapped lightly around your backs like a curtain shielding you from the rest of the world.

“Can we do this again?” she asked softly.

You leaned your head against hers. “Yeah. As many times as you want.”

And as the lanterns flickered and your mugs refilled themselves with new blends, you both stayed just like that—wrapped in each other’s warmth, hearts fluttering in sync.

#monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster girlfriend #monster x reader #moth girl

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moondustmonster · 9 months ago

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Teshai the Naga (Cismale!naga x gn!reader)

WARNINGS!!!! This fic contains dark themes of abuse, being attacked, implied attempted r!pe, blood, and the attacking of others. If you are sensitive to any of these themes, please skip this work.

Summary: After a painful breakup, you seek refuge in a remote cabin in the woods, hoping to heal. As you settle in, strange occurrences make you feel watched, leading to the discovery of Teshai, a reclusive naga who has been observing you from afar. Though wary at first, you gradually warm to his presence as he begins leaving gifts and showing signs of courtship. Just as you decide to accept his affection, your manipulative ex unexpectedly returns, forcing you to confront your past and realize the depth of Teshai's protective love.

Moving to this small cabin in the woods was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to heal from the emotional wounds left by your ex-boyfriend. His sudden abandonment of you had chipped away at your self-esteem. Leaving you anxious and weary, his parting words still circled your brain even though he was long gone. Spring was in full bloom though, and the idea of the tranquil woods filled you with hope for peace and solitude. That maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.

The first few weeks were uneventful, yet a creeping feeling of being watched nagged at you. You brushed it off as residual paranoia, remnants of the toxic relationship and a few too many horror movies with eerily similar setups. But as time went on, the signs became undeniable. Shadows moved just beyond your vision, small objects in your garden were often misplaced, and you even found traces of something large moving through the underbrush around your cabin when you went on your daily hikes.

One evening, as you were planting herbs in your garden near the forest's edge, you felt the presence again. Thinking quickly you grabbed the trowel lying by your side and carefully manoeuvred it so that you could see behind you, hopefully without looking inconspicuous, and gasped. There, emerging from the shadows, was a large naga. His long black hair framed a face with striking mocha skin, and his lower body was that of a brown snake, coiling and uncoiling with a grace that belied his size.

Fear rippled through your body as you watched him silently make his way among the branches overhanging the little area you were in, before he found a spot to settle into comfortably, resting his upper body upon a thick branch and crossing his arms beneath his head. Large black eyes never waver from your form as you continued to pretend that you hadn't noticed his presence.

You had met a couple of other nagas before, each one with startling different personalities and so on the whole you didn't really think anything particularly bad of the race, but this was a stranger. A stranger who had been watching you for several weeks now and had not once attempted to make his presence known other than the few signs you had been, admittingly, lucky to catch.

What did he want?

You continued to watch him watching you quietly from the shadowed treeline, tail wrapping around the branch he was resting on. His eyes never left your figure as you made your way down the line of seedlings needing to be planted, forcing yourself to continue on as if nothing was wrong. The naga had been watching you for almost a month now, studying you from afar and likely taking note of your patterns. He'd been quite careful to keep himself hidden, but the signs left behind hadn't gone unnoticed on your end luckily.

And yet, your mind countered, if he wanted to harm you, wouldn't he have done so already?

In the month that you had been here the only time you had had company over was when the movers had dropped off your things. Even your mail was delivered at the bottom of a long driveway that ran through the woods to your little home. Other than that, you and this stranger were the only ones to grace this area of land with your presence.

Your realtor had mentioned that you had a neighbour, your brain suddenly recalled, and that he lived a few acres away from your own home. Was he this mysterious neighbour, simply curious about who the new person was and deciding whether or not you were worth speaking to? Perhaps he was shy and simply building up courage and learning things to be able to talk about with you. Landing on the more social anxiety side of the introverted spectrum meant that you could understand not knowing what to talk about with strangers and so usually avoided them.

But, you thought as you stabbed viciously into the ground at a particularly hard spot with a huff. If it was true, it did not give him the right to spy on you for almost a month and scare the absolute hell out of you in the process. After planting the last seedling and giving them all a thorough drowning of water from your can you packed up all of your gardening gear and moved to go back into your home. Placing the gardening supplies on the porch, you glanced up to your window and noticed that he had also moved with you, curling and coiling along the branches until he had a better view of inside your home.

And wasn't that a terrifying thought?

Summoning your courage, you decided it was time to confront him, danger and consequences be damned. You turned fully to face him, trowel held firmly in your hand and held it out at arm's length as threateningly as you could. "I know you're there," you called out, your voice trembling slightly. "Who are you and why are you watching me?"

Even from this distance, you could see the naga blink slowly, seeming momentarily surprised. Then, with a smooth, fluid motion, he slid down from the branch and approached you cautiously. "I apologize," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Teshai. I was curious about the new human living in these woods. It's been years since anyone has come here."

You felt a mix of relief and lingering wariness. "You could have just introduced yourself, you know," you huffed, trying to keep your voice steady, as you took in his form. The reflection in the trowel hadn't even come close to his real size. He easily towered over you, even with most of his snake-like body laying curled up on the ground and you on heightened porch, and now that he was closer you could see the gentle ombre shading that left his human belly and scutes a soft golden shade that faded out into a lovely dark shade of brown, the darkest of which was along his spine. Being this close to him also meant that you could see his eyes much better, and what you had thought were pure black orbs had a thick line of bright yellow running along the outer portion.

Teshai nodded, his expression abashed. "You're right, I should have. I was just... uncertain...how you would react. Non-humans, nagas and driders especially, do not have the best...reputation in these parts."

Curiosity getting the best of you, you couldn't help but ask what he had meant. You were from a whole other area of the state, one where most species intermingled and got along remarkably well. Though there were of course rumours and stereotypes of each that circulated, no place could escape bigots after all, but not many beings put stock into them.

Teshai let out a bitter laugh, "A few decades back there was a mass disappearance spree, folks, mostly those of more humanoid form, simply disappeared without a trace. They never found who did it nor where the bodies went, though many suspected that we, as in nagas and driders, were kidnapping folks into the woods and eating them," Teshai leaned back so that he was sitting on his own coils, crossing his arms with a roll of his eyes, "It's all a bunch of hogwash of course. Rumours got out of hand because people were scared, and needed someone to blame, and we drew the short end of the stick this time. This house’s occupant," he gestured behind you, "was one of the first to go missing."

Your eyes grew wide at the story, jaw going slightly slack in surprise. Your realtor had most certainly not mentioned a mass disappearance in the village nearby, nor that your house had originally belonged to one of them. They were most definitely getting a mouthful from you in the morning, presuming you survived the night that is.

Teshai chuckled, noticing your surprise and shook his head, seeming to read your thoughts. "You didn't know..." He said, almost as if he were asking you. He leaned forward, resting his chin on the back of his fist. "You must not be from anywhere around here. Such thoughts extend to all of the towns neighbouring these woods. It's why your only three neighbours are two nagas and a drider, and your mailman will never go past the box at the end of the drive. Did you not think to question the cheap price of so much land?"

A flush overtook your face at his words. While it was true that you had thought about why the price was nearly a fifth of what you should have been paying for so much acreage, in what you had thought was prime real estate, you had simply assumed you were lucky that no one had wanted this home in such a long time that they kept dropping the prices. Not to mention that it hadn't been you to do the research or been involved in much of the sale process at all, having been near catatonic after your last breakup. It had been your best friend, Rhianna, a kitsune whom, for a second, you thought was actually going to live up to the stereotypes and eat the heart of your ex-lover when she found out what had happened.

You still weren't fully convinced she hadn't sent you to the other side of the state for the sole reason of killing him without your knowledge, but you did trust her care for you and didn't for one second believe that she would place you in harm's way. This meant it was just as probable that she hadn't known, and would end up giving the realtor a mouthful as well, and potentially taking the first flight out here to drag you back away from danger and force you to live on her temple grounds where she could keep a close eye on you, even though it had been her to argue that you needed to get away from everything in the first place.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing thoughts. "I didn't know," you admitted, feeling a bit foolish. "But I'm here now, and I don't intend to leave. Can we start over?" You extended your hand towards Teshai, trying to bridge the gap between fear and understanding.

Teshai regarded your hand for a moment before a smile touched his lips. "Of course," he said, gently taking your hand in his, bending over while raising it to his lips to give it a gentle kiss. His touch was surprisingly warm, your brain managed to think as it short-circuited. His hand, you managed to notice, was covered in a splattering of scales and his long fingers ended in a set of wicked claws that made you internally gulp. "Welcome to the neighbourhood, even if my introduction was less than ideal..." He trailed off blinking, and suddenly you realized hadn't told him your name.

Internally shaking your head and smiling impishly you gave it to him with a slight flush, trying your best to ignore the stuttering of your heart as you took your hand back. "The pleasure is mine," you managed to reply, "though I would appreciate it if you kept the stalking down to a minimum in the future, please. I don't mind you stopping by, just let me know you're here. Okay?"

He sheepishly grinned at you, a faint splattering of a blush highlighting freckles made from darker scales spread about his face that you hadn't noticed before, "Okay. "

From that moment, an unexpected friendship began to blossom between you and Teshai. He would visit frequently, always bringing gifts—herbs found deep in the woods, shiny crystals, and even meat he hunted down. Each offering was a gesture of goodwill, and over time, you found yourself looking forward to his visits.

Each time he visited, your guard lowered and the fear and tension eased, replaced by a growing comfort in his presence. Teshai was quickly coming to be one of the best friends you had ever known, even if you only counted a single kitsune in that regard. He was charming, considerate, and eager to help when you needed it. His easy charm and warm eyes pulled you in, and soon you found yourself drawn to his stories and infectious laughter, as he lounged in the trees above while you worked on your garden. He'd tell you all sorts of tales from before the mass disappearances, and he'd listen intently when you spoke in return, never rushing you. It was almost alarming how fast you'd come to care for the naga with the golden eyes and soft, soothing voice.

Lately, though, every time you'd see him there was a fluttering in your heart and a permanent flush on your cheeks.

And so you began leaving gifts of your own.

On your rare trips to town, you would pick up items intended entirely for him. Small bottles of oil to help his scales glisten, rolls of sheer fabric that glittered when the sun hit to make hammocks for him to lounge in, cuts of the most pristine meat that you could afford among many others.

The first time you had given him a gift, a set of gold armbands that had reminded you of the colour of his scutes, his dark skin had flushed darker still as he held it reverently before slipping them on. His black claws traced the twisting snake patterns that were engraved, stuttering out thanks before taking your harvest basket from your hands. He still occasionally got distracted by them whenever the sun happened to hit them, shining brightly like they were his own personal mini suns.

As autumn began to roll around, you realized Teshai's gestures were becoming more than friendly. He started producing more personal presents in the form of cooking your meals or taking over chores, and he was also touching you in some form or another now. A hand on your shoulder here, an end of a tail wrapped around your wrist there, curling around you under the sun as you both lazed about, enjoying doing nothing in the summer heat.

The touch wasn't unwelcome, but it was beginning to drive you crazy. You were almost certain that Teshai knew the effect it was having on you and was continuing on purpose. He'd smirk whenever you blushed, seemingly pleased that he was the cause of such a reaction. And there were other signs too - the lingering gazes, the way he'd let his tail wrap around your legs as you sat near each other, the way he seemed to always be touching you now. You were slowly losing your mind.

At first, you were hesitant. The scars from your past relationship were still fresh, and the idea of starting something new, especially with someone so different, was daunting. Teshai's affectionate gestures caught you off guard, igniting a mixture of excitement and nervousness within you. It was one thing to give him gifts, but it was quite another to accept his advances. He made it so hard though; the more he touched you, the more the fluttering in your chest increased, and the more you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving his caress. Every graze of his tail on your skin sent shivers down your spine and every time he brought you food, the desire to lean against him, to feel the warmth of his body against yours, grew stronger. But the more you thought about it, the more the idea grew on you. Teshai was kind, thoughtful, and protective.

On the night you decided to accept his courtship, you set a cosy dinner for two, eagerly awaiting Teshai's appearance. The forest outside your cabin was alive with the sounds of autumn and a gentle breeze wafted through the open window. You felt a flutter of excitement and anticipation as you thought about the evening ahead. However, as you heard a knock on the door, your heart raced for a different reason. Not expecting anyone else, you eagerly opened the door, only to freeze in shock at the appearance of your ex.

He uttered your name in reverence, reaching out to caress your face but you quickly backed out of his reach.

"Wha-what are you doing here," you managed to stutter out.

"I came to see you, babe," he said, crossing the threshold of your home uninvited. His eyes roamed over your body hungrily; he looked at you as if he owned you. He took another step towards you and you felt your heart jump into your throat. "I've missed you."

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. How did he even get here? How did he find you? You stepped back, a cold sweat forming on your neck and your hands grew clammy.

"Missed...me," you repeated slowly. The last encounter with him you had running on repeat. His last words circled your every thought, 'you're not good enough,' 'I deserve more,' 'I've already moved on with someone better,' and so and so forth. The last time you had met he had managed to tear you to shreds, to attack every single insecurity you had before leaving you in your, once-shared apartment.

He had been cruel then, and here he was again with a gleam in his eye that you recognized.

"Mhmm," he drawled, stepping closer again. Your back bumped into the arm of your couch, stopping your retreat as you almost fell over backwards. He was so close now that you could smell his awful cologne, which you had once found appealing. You suppressed a shudder as he reached up, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingers before letting them fall to your arm. He gave you a sly smirk. "I want you back."

Your heart beat like thunder, blood rushing in your ears as your mind tried to understand what was happening. Was this a nightmare? Were you really, hopefully, asleep back in your bed, so nervous about your upcoming date that your brain produced this?

No, you suddenly thought, as his fingers gripped your arms slightly harder than necessary. This was no dream, he was really here and you were trapped between him and your own furniture.

He pressed himself against you, his body flush with yours, and you could feel the weight of him pressing against you.

"Come on, baby," he crooned, his fingers tracing your collarbone now, "didn't you miss me too? I made a mistake, but all can be forgiven, right?" As if he was the one that had gotten his heart trampled on.

You wanted to cry, scream, push him away, anything. But fear immobilized you, and you barely managed to keep in the bile that threatened to rise in your throat. His grip on your arms was too tight now, painful, and the way his eyes raked over you made your skin crawl.

"Why are you being difficult," he asked, his tone turning sharp, when you didn't answer him. "I came all this way to see you. The least you could do is be grateful." He leaned forward, crowding your space and pinning you against the couch.

One of his hands raised up to grip the back of your head, pulling your hair harshly in the process as he forced your head back and slotted his lips against yours. The vile taste of nicotine and beer flooded your senses and you desperately tried to get away from it.

Your hands raised into fists and you banged on his chest to try and get him to release you, simultaneously you tried to pull away but his grip merely tightened causing you to cry out in pain. Taking advantage of your open mouth he shoved his tongue to explore. On reflex you bit down hard, he cried out as blood splurted into your mouth and he pulled away, pushing you back harshly so that you landed on the couch before rolling to the floor, banging your knee on the coffee table in the process. You groaned at the pain before trying to crawl your way to the kitchen.

He hissed as he clutched at his mouth, looking at the blood on his fingers and you could see the flash of anger that rose in his features. He lunged at you, quicker than you could react, and grabbed your ankle, hauling you backwards and away from the kitchen.

"You little-" he spat, and a sense of terror filled you as he straddled your waist, gripping both of your wrists in one hand, and pinning you to the floor. His eyes were wild as he held you down. "I came here to give you a chance to be good, but you just can't behave, can you?"

His grip on your wrists was crushing, and the weight of him on your waist kept you pinned to the floor. You were terrified, your heart beating so fast that you were sure he could feel it through your body. You looked up at him, hoping that he would see the fear in your eyes, but he simply laughed cruelly. "You just can't help yourself, can you? You just need to be a brat."

He leaned down, his face just inches from yours, and you could feel his breath on your face as he whispered. "That's okay. I can fix that."

He leaned down to kiss you again, your eyes closed in terror before his body weight was suddenly ripped away from you, an angry hiss filled the air followed by your ex's terrified yelping that devolved into choking gasps. Daring to open your eyes, you help but widen them further at the scene before you.

You opened your eyes and had to take a moment to process what you were seeing.

There, standing in your living room, was Teshai, wrapped around your ex like a snake around its prey, pinning him back against a wall by his neck with one hand. His tail was coiled around the man's legs, and his fangs were bared in a snarl that sent a shiver down your spine. He was furious, but there was an underlying edge of possessive anger.

Your ex was struggling, but it was futile. He was utterly trapped.

Teshai had arrived and was holding your ex by his throat tightly enough that it was obvious that he was struggling to breathe. Hands clawed at Teshai's arm uselessly, and he brought your ex closer to his own face. "You will not be fixing anything," he hissed before he struck quickly. Two large fangs, each one easily the size of one of your fingers, protruded from the top of Teshai's mouth before being stuck firmly into the juncture of your ex's neck. There were a couple of more flailing movements from your ex before his limbs dropped to dangle uselessly.

In less time than it took for your terrified eyes to widen and realize what he had just done, your ex went completely still. The life left his limbs but his eyes still danced frantically around, and then Teshai lifted his head, blood staining his lips. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and you were startled to see the anger still burning in them. So used to seeing him as your beloved friend and lately crush, it was jarring to see the boiling anger rolling around his face.

Uncoiling he dropped your ex unceremoniously onto the floor. He moved towards you quickly the snarl still on his face and you half expected him to attack you as well. Instead, he helped you up, coiling around you gently as he checked for injuries. Another angry his escaped his lips as he found the bruises on your body, but seeing no further damage, he caressed your face as his own softened before you.

"Are you alright?" His words were strangled as he fought to control his emotions.

You nodded, even though you weren't entirely certain that you really were. Without your permission your eyes drifted over to your ex, still lying there, two large puncture wounds leaking blood.

"Wha..what did you do t-to him?" you stuttered in fear, eyes refusing to move anywhere but the still body that lay upon your floor, even as the coils of the culprit shifted gently around you. The scales of your paramour had never felt so cold before, and yet your body refused to move, in case it became the next victim to lay on the hardwood floor of your home.

"Less than he deserved," Teshai grumbled as he shifted to look back at the body as well. "My venom has a paralyzing agent, it will wear off soon but for now all he can do is lay there. He is not dead, yet."

A sigh left you and your body crumpled in on itself as relief flooded you that he was dead, before tensing again as the words hit you, "Yet?"

"He hurt you," Teshai hissed angrily, the back of his claws barely brushing against the bruises that were forming on your arms, "I will kill him. He will not harm anyone anymore by the time I'm through with him." The very end of his tail wagged in pleasure as if he were a dog expecting to be praised for completing a trick, rather than a large naga that hadn't just casually proclaimed to murder someone in front of you. In any other circumstances, it would have been cute, right now though, you just wanted the past ten minutes to have never happened.

You were stuck somewhere between abject terror and awe as you felt Teshai coiled around you. His scales felt foreign against your skin, and every coiled movement made your heart jump, afraid of what he would do next. You were acutely reminded of the fact that he was a predator to be wary of, regardless of how sweet and caring he usually was.

"What...I-no! You can't!" Finally able to tear your eyes away you shifted in his colours so that you were facing him fully. "I know he isn't the best person, but that's murder! It's wrong, and what if you're caught? What if-" What if I never see you again?

The sudden thought caught you off guard. Why were you so concerned about not seeing him again if he committed the crime? If he were to actually do so then you should be glad to see him gone. Even if it had been in your defence...

Teshai seemed taken aback by your argument, surprised that you would be defending the man who had come to your home and hurt you, rather than simply letting Teshai finish him off.

"Why are you arguing on his behalf? He attacked you! He would've continued hurting you! He could've killed you," He coiled around you tighter as he leaned in, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face in your neck. "I could've lost you, he doesn't deserve to keep living after that!"

You felt his entire body shudder, limbs curling tighter around you as the image of you dead before him flashed through his mind. Your hands raised on their own accord to hug him back, fingers running through his dark hair over and over again in an attempt to calm him.

You could understand in a way. Had it been Teshai being attacked, potentially almost killed...you weren't certain what you would do in that situation. It was entirely possible you would be the one advocating for death as he held you back in a reversal of roles.

"I know," you told him, "But committing a crime for justice doesn't make it any less of a crime. In the morning, perhaps even sooner than that, perhaps longer, you'll come to regret your actions. So instead of murder, we'll just call the police and let them deal with it." You gently drew his head back so that you could look him in the eyes, caressing his face with your hands, "Okay?"

He sighed in defeat before nodding, "Okay." Teshai relented under your touch and your reasoning. While he still felt the hot anger coursing through him and the need to protect you, he knew you were right. He could feel it. Taking a deep breath, he leaned into your hands, seeking the comfort and reassurance that they provided.

He pulled you closer to him once more, his arms wrapping around your body, and resting his chin on your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, "I just don't want to lose you. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. I love you too much to let that happen."

You both froze at his admission before he pulled suddenly, a furious blush covering his face. "Ah, I mean-well you see- I uhm-mmph!" His attempt at stringing words together were cut off as you pulled him down into a kiss. He froze for a second before responding back reverently, caressing your face gently. Pulling back for a breath your forehead rested against his. "I love you too, Teshai." You admitted with a blush.

Teshai was stunned into silence by your kiss. His blush deepened, spreading across his face and down his neck as his arms wrapped tighter around you, pulling you up against his body so that he could feel your warmth and hold you close. His tail tightened around you as well, as if afraid you would disappear. He nuzzled his face against yours, his words almost a whine.

"Really? You do?"

"I do," you said with a smile.

Teshai felt like he could float away. His heart fluttered in his chest as he took in your words. You loved him. You actually loved him back. He hadn't just imagined this entire thing, he hadn't built it all up in his head. You truly and honestly shared his feelings.

He squeezed you even tighter, burying his face in your hair as he let out a breathless laugh. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say that," he mumbled against your neck.

You couldn't help a snort at his words, "Somehow I think I do." A giggle escaped you as he flicked his tongue against your neck to tickle it in retribution.

Teshai joined in your laughter, his arms staying wrapped tightly around your waist as his tongue continued to tease and tickle your neck. He loved how it made you laugh, the sound of it was like music to his ears. Every now and then he would drop a gentle kiss as well, a soft brush of his lips against your skin.

His tail still coiled around your body, holding you close to him. He didn't want to let you go, not now, not ever.

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