#And the ones that followed the getting of the naga were also born with scales and horns

[old-thymey-magpie]

More old Fraggle art, this time the second of two monster transformations I've given Gobo over time, this one a naga form from RP shenanigans in an urban fantasy-type AU my partner and I shoved Fraggle Rock into.

Thanks to the magic in the setting he's able to transform back and forth at will, however this comes at a cost: the naga form bleeds backward into his regular Fraggle self. The changes are gradual but eventually he winds up with fangs, a split snake-like tongue, the occasional grouping of scales in his fur, and finally horns (which is the explanation for these pictures that I mentioned then ;P ). He's also far, FAR more sensitive to cold, but hey there's heightened senses now? ...And venom when in naga form, as it's based on a copperhead snake. Win some, lose some?

This whole thing is absolutely self-indulgence, but hey kill the part of you that cringes and all. I love drawing this stupid Fraggle noodle, and you can bet that now that I'm posting these there's gonna be more here in the future.

Bonus: a scene from one such part of this RP where he woke up to discover the horns

[goblinshork]

Ok so what abaut Bodyguard and Agony whith a a naga prince that just hates the royal life and dreams of just having a simple life living in a cottage and selling homemade jewelry, so Reader his childhood best friend, personal bodyguard and person who he feel in love whith decides to make his dream come true (bonus if the prince has a sister so the kingdown whont stay whiout a ruler and she helps Reader whith the plan, bonus+ if the prince is kinda huge and scary to other people but he is just a chill dude that likes to make rings and necklaces)

Short scenario please! (Also sorry if its too long, feel free to just ignore this if you whant)

Not too long at all and I think it's an extremely charming idea! Thank you for sharing; big gruff, undercover sweeties are one of the most Choice(tm) archetypes.

This also got super long, but the vibes were singing to me.

Features: Slight angst, happy ending, kissing

Bodyguard + Agony (Monster Ask Meme)

Hands, Touching Hands (m!Naga x gn!Reader) [3.7k]

“Don’t lie, how many names do you remember?”

Alok yawned, curved fangs peaking out from almost-lips.

“None, thankfully,” he said, scratching at his curls, cut short enough that they barely formed.

“Impressive.”

“Oh—no, you won’t distract me. You agree with me don’t you?”

The book Alok had toyed the entire briefing slammed shut, the many bracelets at his wrist clinking for emphasis when you did not answer.

Watching him unfurl his tense length of tail, broad shoulders rising far above you as he 'stood', there was little to say but, "It’s not my place."

"Then it’s not mine, either."

He slunk toward the door and you picked up the book--the monstrous thing--with your arms rather than your hands before following him.

"Just give it time," you said in a reassurance that was too shallow to drown his mood.

Every move forward looked painful as he slithered forward like a child first learning to move against stone rather than soft grass. Unlike when he was a child, he was stilted by frustration rather than inexperience.

The conversation was left dropped, burning like the weight of the tome in your arms. If you were alone, you'd tell him to carry it. But servants, nobles, and royals passed frequently, all low bows and murmurs, moving on a touch quicker than polite.

When you first arrived to the kingdom, a slave dressed sweetly and presented as a gift, you'd marveled at how anyone could find the royal family intimidating when removed from their wealth and status.

Baby yellow skin and soft pink dapples painted everyone of them. Alok, himself, was more pink than yellow, and it reminded you of those delicate, painted dolls you'd press your face against glass to get a closer look at before being shooed away by the shop-keep.

You supposed little had changed since then, except now you were simply stared at, expected to keep your fingers off the pretty pink glass always, always in front of you.

The hallway Alok stopped moving forward in was empty, private; his. Without a word, you tossed the horrible book toward his crossed arms and swept the windows, floors, and ceiling for anything strange. His fumbling for the book, fingers audibly skimming against pages, made you smile.

"It's clear," you nodded. "Workshop, right?"

Alok deflated a bit, too caught between the mention of his workshop and pretending to have perfectly caught the book to keep his anger stoked.

"You're asking now," he said flat, looking from the book to you.

Putting up your hands in mock defeat, you turned, alert enough.

@

"I'm not angry at you.” The slits that served for his pupils, deep red and small in their focus on the gem he was cutting, turned to you when you said nothing in response.

“Sorry, I--” was dazzled by your eyes? Was enamored by how passionate you are for perfecting that sparkling little gem? “I know.”

“I just wanted to say it.”

You stretched from your place beside the door, perched on one of the few chairs at your disposal in the entire castle, “Thank you.”

“Don’t be patronizing,” Alok grumbled, pausing in his work. “I know...I know very well you must be tired of this, even if you won’t say it.”

The window was suddenly so interesting, your throat burning as you swallowed down the feeling kindling there.

“This is my home,” you said after hearing the scales of his tail shift closer. “There’s nothing to be tired of.”

Slowly, his hand rose to hover over yours, where it lay on your lap, “But you should be. I’d give you anything you needed. They couldn’t stop me.”

Everything you wanted to say was tucked in the patch of air that separated his touch from yours.

Any person, bought and raised to be singularly loyal would hesitate at the offer of freedom, wouldn’t they?

They’d want to grab his hand, wouldn’t they?

You could only guess as a love for a prince was not something to be said aloud unless you were allowed.

And you, a slave turned body guard, were not.

Standing, you scattered the almost-moment with a shake of your head, “I don’t care about freedom half as much as you think I do.”

His hand fell limp to his side, the slits that served as his nose flaring wide, as you continued.

“I’m your bodyguard and I’ll be your children’s bodyguard and I’ll be the same to whoever you choose from that book,” you finished, thoroughly shooing yourself away, wanting so much to run out the door.

Alok said your name quietly, but you remained silent.

And everything was still until it wasn’t.

In one smooth motion propelled by his sheer size, Alok stretched to the book and hurled it out the open window.

“No, you won’t. I’ll be their prince,” he said low, body suddenly too large for the room. “But I won’t be their king.”

You did run, then.

@

Perhaps the only place off-limits for a would-be king allergic to potential suitors was his sister’s drawing room.

Adur payed you no attention as she demanded entertainment from the brightly colored darlings and dark patterned beauties of the upper echelon.

“Did you know, I simply adore the pattern of your bangles lately,” she cooed, pointing to a decorated tail. “So perfectly in style.”

She continued on, picking this and that to sigh over, as you stood against the corner that provided the best view of the room, next to the door. 

You recognized each piece she fawned over as being similar to something Alok had on display or nearly-done in his workshop. Ah, to know a magician’s tricks.

Melting into a squat, you let their voices wash over you. No heart could hurt for long listening to women enjoy court gossip as much as this bunch did...from a distance.

When you, Alok, and Adur were younger, the rules seemed less stone and more like blades of grass, flexible and beneath you. Adur set you in front of her always revolving group of friends and tried to fit tail bangles around your thighs and waist. Alok insisted you sit side-by-side while studying geography, arithmetic, and etiquette. You lay between them on sunny afternoons, napping, legs touching tails.

But everything golden goes grey eventually.

“Well, do tell me. Did he throw it in the fire?”

You turned from the window, swapping red, setting sun for sharp, red eyes, “Out of the window.”

The room was empty but for you and her now. Adur pacing around, tail making quick work of circling the room as she read from her collection of letters.

“Still the amount of melodrama I expected so,” she shrugged, raising shoulders toward her pleased mouth as a silent finish to her sentence. “I, on the other hand, did pick.”

You rose, legs tingling from the sudden change. “Who?”

“Prince Talsa,” she said after cutting open a letter with her claw, “I’ve already decided on a short engagement and a respectable wedding down south. Perhaps closer to his kingdom than ours.”

“Talsa? Not rare one who everyone’s after?”

Adur looked at you as though you should know better before deigning to explain, “Prince Talsa is rather plain looking for a naga, yes, but that’s just the point.”

“Go on,” you said, wanting so much to be distracted.

“Think about it,” Adur scoffed. “Rare, beautiful babies create wonder amongst people, but children who look as though they could be born anywhere....don’t you see the appeal?”

She leaned against the window, long black hair obscuring her pink and yellow face, “They would be royalty that even the most common of folk could feel familiar to--feel endeared to. Even someone as devoid of charm or pretense as Alok could gain some favor. From their birth, I’ll have them attend every little festival and celebration. Their bond with the people will be unshakable.”

“You’ll make the best queen,” you said, unthinking to the implication.

“Has something happened to Alok?”

“No, you ju--”

Adur turned to you, delicate face empty, “It doesn’t matter what we know. He’s the eldest and alive and destroying a book won’t change that.”

Your hands shook as you laced them together, risking at least your life, by asking:

“What if we could change it?”

@

Everything in the little room lacked splendor, save the jewelry that her brother displayed to no one but himself, built only to separate Alok from his mentor. A failed attempt to elevate a man too gargantuan to grow further.

Even the flooring was rough on the tail, not smooth stone but brick for retaining heat. Only care for function within these four walls.

Adur noted her brother’s tail was bare as she swept over the lacking room, only his leather work belt draped over the apex where tail met torso. Every bit of jewelry he wore crowded his wrists and fingers, noisy as he worked on some large bangle unfamiliar to her.

He looked haggard, frown too ugly and deep to be a mere product of concentration. Grey tickled the roots of his bangs, pronounced enough to shine in the lamplight. Alok was getting too old to be a prince with only time for his hobby.

“Sometimes I think it would be kinder to simply put you out of your misery,” Adur said, closing the door behind her.

Alok’s back tensed, but he did not pause his work, “I’m surprised you said it out loud, but don’t say it like a joke.”

“Don’t be so serious,” Adur sighed, “of course it was a joke.”

“Where is--”

“Your human delight? Running errands for me.”

Alok did turn then, face flickering through emotions too fast to name, “They’re just as much your dear friend as mine, you little viper.”

“Forgive my callousness, but I find you respond to little else,” Adur said, picking at the sheer fabric of her top so it draped correctly against her arm again. “And perhaps they are my friend. But they are not just yours.”

“I won’t be king...even if they weren’t here.”

Adur laughed in a sizzling tone, forked tongue dancing with humor, “Oh? And I suppose your little fantasies of running away involve you doing so alone?”

Only the flames licking back and forth in the small forge answered her.

“You’re too old to be deluding yourself like this,” she went on, dropping a bottle and a sheer robe on Alok’s work desk. “It’s time to make choices once and for all, brother.”

“I’m not--”

“I’m not asking you to rule. You’d be pathetic at it, yes, I know. If not for our dear human friend, you’d have flunked every tutor save for your precious jewelry maker.”

Alok curled back over his tail, fingers picking at the fabric of the robe his sister had dropped. “Then what are you asking?”

Hand on the doorknob, Adur smiled, “if you had your way and left to live like a common man with your human, would you really never come back?”

“Never.”

Adur opened the door. “Good.”

@

The drider--Woodnet? Woodne? Wodner?--stayed near the the door as you did, but unlike you his sleek, black legs rested on a few thin lines of webbing where wall met ceiling.

Slowly, Alok raised his face to address the bodyguard, entirely unused to being the short one. Worse still was the struggle to match sights with the correct pair of the drider’s many blinking eyes. If you were here, you’d have nudged him to follow your lead already.

If you were here...this wouldn’t be happening in the first place. Just another wishful thought to swallow down as Alok struggled to stay polite in the face of his father’s prime bodyguard.

“Outside the room is fine,” Alok said in a clipped tone, turning as he did to avoid dealing with anymore niceties.

“Forgive me for questioning, Prince Alok,” the drider said, voice drifting down like floating silk. “But bathing is when you are most vulnerable. I can not help but object to the risk.”

The drider polished each word, in no hurry to finish his sentence and Alok’s eyes rolled once--twice--thrice by the time there was silence. If only this were any guard other than his father’s favorite.

“I understand,” Alok said. “But, the windows are trapped and you will be guarding the only entrance.”

The sound of burdened legs skittering down stone, followed by the opening and closing of the lone, stone door was his answer.

Driders were generally no longer friends of Alok’s kingdom. Wodnel....no, Wodni perhaps, was a relic of a time long gone, when his father was just proving himself a leader of a nation. That Wodnir--that was it, Wodnir--was so protective of Alok, having sparsely been involved with him and having been enslaved through ruthless, warmongering means made Alok’s shoulders bunch, the muscles between protruding over scales.

Is that how it was between you and he? Did you feign fondness and care or was it true? Was it true but maligned of him to hope for it due to how you came to be near him? Because of he was?

Alok disrobed and slunk into the hot water, hoping to drown his pithy doubts that crowded so large in his mind.

Flakes of shed rose to the top the longer he soaked, proof of a difficult shed. There was sure to be more bits to come as he scrubbed himself with the, apparently, ‘to die for’ body scrub his sister had left last week.

You were usually the one to soothe his bubbling stress in a life of constant politics and decorum, but the bits of dead skin were proof enough that Alok truly was getting too old for delusions. You’d only been away for a week and a spare number of days and here he was, so tense that not even a hot bath could unfurl him.

Ugh.

Politics and decorum. How would he survive tonight without you? Adur was announcing her engagement tonight, in tandem with the nobles emerging from their collective sheds at the tail end of the Harvest Festival.

Alok scrubbed himself raw, hoping to emerge a new man who could weather life half as well as everyone around him. But the harder he lathed himself in soap, the clearer the truth rang.

If only he could have you.

@

You had relieved Wodnier of his duties, thanking him with a bow, and standing stiff beside the door for precious minutes, waiting for his delicate range of hearing to wane.

As an apprentice, you had met Wodnier often enough to know he wished you well as much as any spider did a fly.

Hammering against your chest, you feared the vibration of your heart was loud enough for him to hear. And there was always a chance the door shutting at the end of the curved hallway was a trap; that Wodnier still stood in Alok’s quarters and was not making his way back to the King.

But you didn’t have time to be safe, only quick.

Jittered by adrenaline, you sprinted to Alok’s room---toe first, heel last--and back, holding your breath once you made it back to the door of the bath.

Sweat pooled against your forehead, but nothing sprang toward you sans the faint sounds of Alok bathing.

You slipped past the door, the pack in your hands bulky enough that the door opened wider than you’d wanted, the hinge creaking.

“Alok?”

The figure behind the curtain froze before calling back your name.

“We don’t have much time, Alok,” you pressed in a sure voice, but your legs wobbled as you neared the curtain. “I’m....I’m running away and I’m taking you with me.”

“What?”

Coming past the curtain, your chest could barely contain your quick breathing. His hair was devoid of any gray, blacker than pitch as it fell just above his ear holes and forehead. Muddy brown and maroon scales were sleek and wet, droplets rolling down his body, even near his---

You looked back up quickly, away from where his belt always covered. “I mean, I want us to run away and we need to go now.”

Having followed your wandering gaze toward the apex of his stomach and tail, Alok frantically looked toward his arms, the muddy water, “What in the fuck is this?”

“Adur is helping us,” is all you said and it was all Alok seemed to need as he picked up the bottle the dye had been in, nodding. “She said it’ll only last until your next shed but, by then, hopefully....”

“She wants to be queen very much,” he murmured.

You tore open the pack, reminding yourself that time was short, and held them out. “Yes. So, we need to go.”

“You have no idea--,” Alok started, before interrupting himself. “I need something from the workshop.”

“We don’t have time.”

He shook his head as he took what you offered, dressing himself in plain leather and thick, scratchy wool. “It will be quick.”

You opened your mouth--- “Please.” --but couldn’t keep firm in the face of his pleading.

“Okay.”

@

Alok threw a few rings, bangles, and tools into the bag.

“Only enough to sell and get started again,” he assured.

But as you turned to leave the room, his hand was on your arm, pulling you back.

“We--”

“I love you,” he breathed, holding two thick, ornate bangles in his free hand. Both were decorated, from the side you could see, with marigolds, jewels gleaming in the center of their petals. You recognized each one.

One was the size to fit a large tail while the other...

“Alok.”

“I want us to leave belonging to one another.”

Your shaking hands dropped the large bag and his slid to hold both yours in his large one. “If we leave together, we’ll live together too won’t we?”

Even your head shook now, from side to side, hoping to discern the moment as waking or dreaming. “Alok. Of course, because...Of course we will.”

“Oh, please say it,” he said, tugging you nearer still.

He repeated your name and like a spell, you found your words, “We’ll live together because I love you, too.”

His thin mouth, soft and bloodless, fell to yours from his full height, his body curling over you as he pressed against your lips again.

“Let me put it on you,” he whispered, mouth moving against yours as you clung to him.

“Hurry and then we can....Just the bangles and then we must go before it’s too late.”

Careful of his claws, he lifted you to sit on his work table before slipping his own bangle over the small tip of his tail and up further, until it stuck in place under his belt.

There was no time to remove your pants, to mold the bangle against your bare thigh as was intended, but Alok’s thick hands skimming around the metal the entire way up burned as though he were doing just that.

You slid off the table, when the bangle was snug, to melt against him for one brief moment of loving calm, your face rubbing against his neck.

You didn’t have time for more.

After disentangling from his tight hold, you threw the bag at him, near tears as he scrambled to catch it. “I know it’s selfish, but I’m so glad you’re going to be mine instead of a king.”

And then you ran, hand in hand.

@

“Hey! Heeeeey,” one of the children yelled as the whole group of five ran toward you, kicking up dust on the dirt-packed road. “My momma said that snake man eats kids who don’t do chores!”

“My papa said he can’t help with the festival because he’s growing more arms!”

“That’s dumb, Brittany. My papa is smarter and he said the same thing as Corey’s momma. He’s a kid eater!”

The group shrieked in delighted horror as they squabbled on the specifics of what was really, truly going on in their village.

You hiked the basket in your arms higher after several attempts to respond, loudly telling them to pay attention or you’d leave.

As though pulled forward by strings, they straightened as still as a child could, a few even holding their hands over their mouths to keep silent.

“All of your parents are right,” you nodded, “Every two months he must curb his huge appetite and force back his new, child-grabbing arms so he doesn’t hurt the very naughty children of this village.”

They all clamored to stress their innocence in a cacophony of babbling that soon grew into questions.

“Is that why you live with him? ‘Cause you protect the village?”

“And him,” you said.

“At the same time?!”

“Of course, it’s my job. Now go back toward the smithy before you find out just how many arms he has.”

Lunging forward in jest was enough to urge the children away, all of them teasing the other that they would be last to get there and a snake man’s lunch.

@

“You’re horrible,” Alok groaned, scales pale pink and yellow from a successful shed. “Soon, they’ll be grown-ups, running us off.”

Hefting the basket onto the dining table, you laughed, “they adore you in secret.”

The cottages here were baked of mud, hay, and a few supportive beams of wood and yours was no different. There was no splendor in the room-less house, but it was truly yours and his. And that was luxury enough.

“They had enough this time?”

You shook the canteen of dye, moving to stand next to him on the low hammock that served as bed, “And the next shipment of birch will contain enough to last us three months or more.”

Alok smoothed his claw down your face, his own expression wistful, “I feel too content to explain.”

You pressed your nose against the pink of his jaw, letting him raise you to straddle him.

“Then show me.”

[onenerdtwonagas]

Outside Threats

(Warning: contains physical assault and attempted sexual assault.)

Uriah had recovered from his transition into elemental immortality nearly a year before, and he had begun learning how to adjust to his new innate abilities, but he certainly didn’t have a firm control over them. The members of the Council offered their assistance when they could, but even they had warned him it would take time and experience, since he wasn’t born into magic as the rest of them were. He was thankful that he was able to get away from the the human city to the seclusion of the temple belonging to Orpheus’s family to practice. Trying to learn how to master magic amongst humans wasn’t a bright idea, and he wouldn’t entertain it. But, even at the temple, he wasn’t so certain he was ready to be on his own the handful of times Orpheus’s new godly status called him away. Maybe it was just missing him, now that they were married.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, love,” Orpheus would promise him, before giving him a kiss and slipping through a portal. Uriah had said goodbye to him the day before in a similar manner. Something about territory disputes, Orpheus had said; it would hopefully be resolved within two or three days.

Uriah sighed and leaned heavily against a sturdy stone pillar, fiddling with the clothing he’d been gifted from the Council. He wasn’t sure if there was any significance or importance to them, but at least they were comfortable.

A soft chime got his attention, and Uriah looked up to see one of the nightbell sprites that served Orpheus’s family—those who had been night god, respectfully.

“Pollux?”

He held out his palms for the tiny creature to land in, watching it shake its furry body and sit up on its haunches to chime again.

“Sorry, I, uh...don’t speak sprite. Not yet, anyway.”

Pollux’s ears flopped. He waved a paw vaguely towards the entrance of the temple. Uriah quirked up one eyebrow and followed his gesture.

“Is somebody here?”

An affirmative jingle.

“Huh. Not Eden or Atheer, though, right? Aren’t you kind of Atheer’s pet anyway?”

The tiny creature mustered up as best a shrug as his anatomy allowed.

“Well, guess we gotta check it out.”

Uriah set Pollux on his shoulder and made his way through the temple, hesitating only when he heard movement from the receiving chamber towards the entryway. He questioned whether he should make his presence known. He himself wasn’t a god or deity, and all of Orpheus’s relations were away for one reason or another. No one else was with him if this visitor wasn’t the friendly sort...

“Hello? I have a matter to discuss with Night God Orpheus!”

Uriah glanced down at Pollux with an unsure frown. A violent intruder wouldn’t make themselves openly known, would they? And for the most part, the pantheon seemed to respect his position as a spouse of a god. Maybe he could handle this?

Uriah straightened himself and proceeded out. He was Orpheus’s husband. He should be able to handle himself whether his husband was there or not; it would be an insult to Orpheus’s position if he needed to rely on him for everything.

“Hello—“

“This is his temple, but I’m afraid Night God Orpheus is busy with other matters,” Uriah spoke up, descending the stairs that sat on either side of the throne centered at the top of the far side of the chamber. The stranger turned, and seemed to puzzle at him for a moment. Uriah took him in carefully: a naga, and most likely from an old bloodline seeing has he had horns and four arms as Orpheus and his relatives did. His scales were a midnight black, shining like obsidian, but his skin was pale. He had dark, piercing eyes and hair as dark as his scales. He could vaguely identify him as some sort of shadow deity, and he remembered Orpheus had warned about being cautious with them. Uriah kept stopped halfway down the stairs, standing between the throne and the visitor.

“If you’d like, I can deliver a message,” Uriah added. Pollux remained perched on his shoulder, quiet, whiskers flared as he sniffed the air. The naga looked at him quizzically.

“You look like a mortal, and yet...”

Uriah didn’t respond.

“Ah, you must be his husband, then, the one the pantheon keeps gossiping about,” the naga said. His tone seemed...cordial. Uriah wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“I am.”

“Well, then, it is a pleasure to finally meet the one that all the fuss is about!”

Pollux gave a small snort. Uriah glanced down at him, making note of the tension in his whiskers.

“And you are supposed to be...?”

“Forgive me, where are my manners? I am Erebos, heir to the Shadow God’s title.”

He slid a few paces forward and extended a clawed hand. Uriah didn’t move from his place, remaining skeptical.

“You were saying you had business with my husband, Erebos?”

The naga slowly retracted his hand. There was a hint of offense noted in his gaze. Pollux’s fur began to rise. Uriah raised a hand and gently stroked a finger beneath his chin, hushing him.

“Yes. A matter of politics. Is he here? I should like to discuss it with him directly.”

Erebos moved slightly to the side, and Uriah stepped over into his path, blocking him.

“I’m sorry, but my husband is busy at this time. You’ll have to come back later, or I can tell him you came by and he can meet you.”

“He’s busy, you said?” Erebos cocked his head slightly, eyeing Uriah. The man tried his best not to waiver in stature. “Then that means he isn’t here.”

He did not like that tone. There was something malicious in it. Dangerous. Pollux bristled, startling Uriah for a moment as he took off with a clear peal of a bell and zipped out of the chamber. When he returned his attention to Erebos, the naga had ascended the stairs, and was nearly eye level with him thanks to his height. Uriah stepped back instinctively.

“I told you that he can’t speak to you now. You need to go.”

“I heard you. But I also heard you offer to deliver a message in my stead. And I have quite the message to give,” Erebos said coolly, one pair of his hands folding behind his back as he slid around Uriah’s side, cutting him off and forcing him between the naga and the rest of his long, scaled body. Uriah frowned up at him and furrowed his brow.

“You need to leave. Now. I won’t tell you again.”

“And what, pray tell, do you intend to do to make me leave, hmm? Rumor has it that you’re still weak, still new. All that power and you have no idea how to use it...”

Erebos smirked down at him, reaching out and grasping his jaw firmly.

“But you are pretty, for a mortal. No wonder he likes you.”

Uriah slapped his hand away and scowled. His fists shook at his sides.

“Don’t touch me,” he snarled.

Erebos chuckled.

“Do you know much about the Shadow deities, mortal? We have a long history, but a great deal of the world has forgotten our importance,” the naga drawled, briefly turning his attention to the throne. He ran a hand along its smooth, polished stone, tracing his claws along the edge of the arms, staring at it longingly. Uriah watched him carefully, all of his nerves burning.

“We used to have a claim to the powers of the night, you see,” Erebos went on, “until the family of that wretched husband of yours caused the split. How can we, beings of hidden secrets and all darkness, compete with those who have power over both the night and the celestial heavens?”

He turned his gaze on Uriah, sharp and cold.

“We’ve tried so hard, for centuries, to get back what we once had, but no. The Night gods always take what we want.”

“Clearly you’re going about it the wrong way,” Uriah retorted acidly. Erebos paused, smirked, and then erupted into laughter. It sent a chill down Uriah’s spine.

“Oh, how right you are!”

Before he could react, one of Erebos’s clawed hands lashed out at him. The back of his hand struck Uriah soundly across the face, sending him down. Uriah sprawled for a moment before catching himself, gasping at the raw, stinging pain that flooded his cheek. He felt something hot on his face, and after moving his hand, he realized one of Erebos’s claws had cut him. Uriah winced up at the naga as he began descending towards him.

“You have no idea how right you are, little mortal,” Erebos growled. “I’ve learned from my predecessors that going for the Night God directly simply isn’t enough. You have to hit them where it hurts.”

Uriah backpedaled from him. He remembered his magic. Maybe it could help him! He rose a hand and tried to feel the force both in him and in the temple grounds, visualizing a vine striking where he wanted it—but all that came was a thin root-like fiber that wilted almost as soon as it appeared. Erebos sneered.

“If there’s one thing I know about your husband, it’s his reputation as a lover. Did you know you managed to snag the most sought-after bachelor in the pantheon, hmm? He’s known to be fiercely loyal and romantic, and he takes heartache oh so heavily. Personally I find it a bit gauche.”

Uriah forced himself to his feet and evaded a strike from the naga, but stumbled and just barely caught himself on the throne. He turned over just as Erebos lunged a second time, cornering him.

“And I think, precious tiny mortal, that perhaps the best way to hurt your doting husband, is with you.”

Uriah threw a fist at his face, but the naga caught him by the wrist. Erebos tutted, and then slammed his own fist into Uriah’s face. He cried out in pain, doubling over as he felt a bruise forming over his left eye; had he been wearing his glasses, there no doubt have been glass in his skin. Erebos dug a hand into his hair and yanked his face upwards, staring down smugly. He seemed to ponder a moment.

“Though I do wonder... Perhaps there’s a better way to do this, hmm? Oh, I could kill you easily enough, but where’s the fun in that? Your husband would moan and grieve, but he’d move on eventually. But to make it last...”

Uriah panted and stared up at him in pain.

“How much would your husband writhe if I took what was his?”

No. No, no, no...

“G-Get off of me!” Uriah spat, squirming as Erebos pinned him down. He could feel his tail weighing on his legs, forcing him flat onto the stone beneath him.

“I wonder how badly it would hurt him, if every time he wanted to touch you, he could only think of me touching you instead?”

“No!”

“The more you struggle, the more painful this will be. Well, for you, anyway,” Erebos taunted, claws teasing at Uriah’s throat.

He didn’t care if Orpheus wasn’t there. He didn’t care if he was thousands of miles away. He needed him. It was instinct.

“ORPHEUS!”

There was a flash in the chamber, and the sound of the air itself tearing open. Uriah wrenched his face towards it even as Erebos’s hand held his jaw. A portal. Orpheus’s portal. The god himself materialized in the room, eyes searching for only a second before comprehending the scene in front of him. Uriah twisted in Erebos’s hold and drove his knee into his middle, causing the naga to falter.

“Orpheus!”

“URIAH!”

Orpheus’s voice was a roar. Before Erebos could recover, he darted up the steps and threw his weight into him, sending the two of them sprawling in a whirl of roars and fangs and scales. They snarled at one another like rabid dogs, teeth flashing at each other’s throats. Orpheus gained the upper hand long enough to throw Erebos off of him, his body tumbling back down the stairs as Orpheus placed himself solidly between Uriah and the offending naga.

“You come to my temple, on my family’s ancestral grounds, and you attack my husband?! I’ll tear you apart!” Orpheus spat, shaking with rage. Erebos didn’t have a chance to retort with more than a violent hiss and bared fangs before Orpheus went for him a second time, catching his claws before sinking his own into Erebos’s shoulder. Uriah weakly pulled himself up onto his knees, using the throne for support. The two nagas were tangled with another in such a blur that he could only tell their upper bodies apart by the contrast of their hair and skin.

Erebos hissed and lashed at Orpheus’s torso with his tail, flicking it sharply like a whip. Orpheus cried out as his skin tore from the contact, recoiling and glaring. Uriah watched with his unbruised eye as Erebos prepared to lash out a second time.

“Orpheus! Watch out!”

“I’ll kill you,” Erebos snarled. “I’ll maim you, make you watch me take your mortal pet, and then I’ll kill you!”

Orpheus swore in his native tongue, hissing so loudly it hurt Uriah’s ears. He’d never seen his husband so enraged. He had to help him, somehow.

“Please work, please,” he pleaded, pressing a hand down to the stones and feeling for the hints of moss between them. He could feel the tie between the greenery and the ancient soil. It was there, right there...!

“Orpheus, move!” Uriah shouted. Orpheus looked back at him, and then back to Erebos, just before the stones between them trembled. Orpheus retreated, and Erebos lunged, and a violent eruption of vines and roots burst up to snare him. The naga roared in fury, writhing before Orpheus took him by the throat.

“You will never touch my husband again,” he snarled. “If you even think of it, I’ll give you a permanent reminder of what’s to come.”

There was a bloodcurdling scream as Orpheus tore his claws down one side of Erebos’s face, blood pouring from his eye before Orpheus threw him back to the mouth of the chamber.

“My eye! You! You wretch, you took my eye!”

“And I’ll take more if you don’t leave! Now!”

Erebos glared at Orpheus with his remaining eye.

“The Council will hear of this—“

“You’re damned right they will! Don’t forget that you came here and attacked my husband! Now get out, or the trial will be about your death!”

Erebos hissed, and Orpheus responded with another roar and a flash of nightfire that ran the entire length of the chamber.

“GET OUT!”

Finally, Erebos slunk off. Uriah exhaled and felt the last of the tension leave his body, leaning heavily against the stone throne next to him. He could fully feel the pain from Erebos’s strikes as the adrenaline wore off, and he whimpered as his blackened eye throbbed. He hadn’t even been aware that he’d started crying. Orpheus slithered to his side, lowering down and reaching out carefully.

“Uriah, look at me. Let me see your face,” he said urgently, cupping Uriah’s face in two of his hands. Uriah winced as Orpheus brushed his hair back.

“He hurt you,” Orpheus growled, brows knotted together in both anger and concern. “Did he touch you? He was on you when I got here, did he—“

“No,” Uriah answered tiredly. “H-He tried, but no. You got here before he could—“

Uriah shivered.

“I-I tried to fight him, I swear I did. I couldn’t stop him, Orpheus...”

“I know,” Orpheus hushed, “I know you did, love.”

He held Uriah’s face gently and began whispering healing spells, brushing his fingertips gingerly along the bruise on his face. Uriah winced and shuddered, still unused to the sensation even after so many years with Orpheus.

“H-How did you know?”

“What?”

“How did you know something was wrong?” Uriah asked. “I-I couldn’t contact you.”

“Pollux found me.”

A faint chime rang in the chamber, and Uriah looked over as the little sprite settled down onto the stone beside both of them.

“Pollux!”

Uriah set a hand down, letting the sprite climb up his arm. Pollux nuzzled him and jingled softy.

“Good boy,” Uriah praised, bending his face into the tiny creature’s nuzzling. “Good boy, Pollux. Atheer trained you well.”

“Yes, he absolutely did,” Orpheus said gratefully, reaching up to stroke a finger down the sprite’s spine. “I’m sure Father will be wanting him back soon, though.”

He sighed suddenly and looked to Uriah, his face softened with worry and remorse. Orpheus brushed a hand through Uriah’s hair, and traced his slowly healing face. He didn’t even care about his own stinging wounds. He leaned forward and pulled him close, holding him so tightly Uriah could feel him shaking. Pollux fluttered down to the floor and watched with a sad whistle.

“I’m so sorry, Uriah.”

“Orpheus...”

“I should have taken more precautions. I was arrogant in thinking my title would protect you when I’m not there. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“This wasn’t your fault,” Uriah said firmly, even surprising himself. He held Orpheus back and squeezed. “That bastard came here wanting to start something. It wouldn’t have mattered if you were here, or if your family was here either. He wanted to hurt you.”

“And he tried to do it by harming you...”

Orpheus pulled his head back and looked into Uriah’s face. He felt so angry and ashamed seeing the bruises there, and knowing how helpless his husband would’ve been if he hadn’t been alerted in time.

“I’m going to ask my father if there’s a way you can reach me when I’m gone. I won’t leave you alone again, not until I have a better way to protect you. I will never let anyone hurt you again, I promise.”

Uriah brushed his hand against Orpheus’s cheek and pressed their foreheads together.

“There will be a trial. The Council will want to know what happened. Will you be alright facing him a second time?”

“As long as you’re there,” Uriah said, nodding. “Wait, my injuries... They’ll need to know. How will they if your magic is healing me?”

“Trauma lingers in beings’ auras. The Council will have someone gifted in such sight to determine if your injuries correlate to your story and mine. Words can lie, but your being’s energy will not. And I won’t stand for you being in pain any longer than you need to be.”

Orpheus kissed his forehead and helped him up, lifting him to avoid any further strain. They’d both need rest in order to recover.

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The trial came as Orpheus had said it would. Facing Erebos a second time was unnerving, but Uriah carried himself well; his husband couldn’t have been prouder of him. Erebos was swiftly found to be wholly at fault, his rank and title stripped. The shadow deities would need to find a new heir to their leading god, now that he was banned from inheriting it.

As for the protection Orpheus promised, he was grateful to his father for informing him of a talented fortune deity who specialized in charmed items. Orpheus borrowed Uriah’s wedding band for only as long as necessary, returning it to him once a channeling charm had been placed upon it.

“You can call for me whenever you need me,” Orpheus explained, sliding the band back onto his husband’s finger. “I will hear you, and I will know where you are. You will never need to worry about being alone and unprotected. Whatever happens, wherever you are, I will come for you.”

Uriah admired the ring again. He would always be proud of it, of everything it meant. He held out his hand for Orpheus’s and slid his ring back on as well, raising it to his lips to kiss the band.

“We’ll be okay,” Uriah said soothingly, holding Orpheus’s hand close. His husband bent his head down and nuzzled him, squeezing his hands.

“Yes,” Orpheus sighed against him, “we will.”

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Im kinda curious about Naga can you tell me more info about em??

I don't know if you mean more about the species or my OCs, who belonged to the species. If is ok I will talk about my girls

Forza and Virta look pretty much as I describe the nagas, they have green forest scales, eyes pitch black and the cream line on their underbelly

Except for the fact they are conjoined twins

So one body, two heads and two sets of arms

You can imagine the shock. So their parent kinda disown them

They became Daughters of none.That means they were still raised among their group, but never knowing who their parents were. And they have always feel outcasted.

When they were still young, they were captured and sold to a circus. Here they gain their first scar on the shoulder from a whip. During a performance they were noticed by a rich merchant, who offered to buy them.

This new family loved them very much and cared for them tenderly.They gave the girls their actual names. Forza and virta couldn't believe their luck. They become very loyal and protective of all of them. They would guard the work meetings, cradle the newborns of the family, play with them, sometimes even helping with the chores, so even the servants grow a soft spot for them. They were indoor pets, mostly they would sleep with the children. When they "outgrow" the family moved near the sea, so they could have more space and still swim. They become the insignia of the family and and their care was the inheritance of the first-born. For many, many years, around 200(a very long time).

During their time with their new family they grow a liking on plays, both tragedies and comedies(since their owners many times had theatre troupes to perform) and songs.

This idyllic situation ended one day. They followed one of the youngest kid, who had sailed on a strange ship. Little they know is was a war ship and they fell right in the middle of a battle. To put it briefly it was chaos. They tried to retrive the boy, but it was no use

Bewildered they seek shelter in a cave, but it was no cave but a tunnel for Hollow Earth. They feel straight in.

And so their fight to survive beginned. They gain many scars, lost three fingers on one hand. But they managed, till they meet and befriend my other Oc Jagerin and their family, Anguirus' herd

Then the events of Kotm happened and boy we are in for a ride!!!!!

As for their personality?

They two get along and care a lot for each other. Except for some quarrels from time to time. But that's what sisters do. They had to cooperate a lot to do things since they shared the body but they are very good at it.

Virta is reserved, practical, thoughtful. A no nonsense type of gal. She doesn't trust easily and feel herself responsible for forza's safety and well-being. A bit cynic and sarcastic sometimes. But once you are on her good side, she's a caring and trustworthy friend

Forza is a bit more open and emotional compared to her sister. Cheerful, spontaneous, witty, a bit of a romantic. But also practical and serious when needed.

And that's all I can think for now. Still a Wip so I had to recollect my thoughts

Sorry for the late reply

Thank u so much for the ask💖

[yandere-sins]

No, problem! Thanks for requesting!

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It was a slow, yet deliberate dragging of his fangs over your shoulder. It didn’t hurt - yet - but it was enough to raise your pulls, make your breath hitch, and body tense. This wouldn’t be the first and most likely, not the last time he’d bite you, bury these long, sharp teeth into your flesh. To some point, it could be described as feeling like he was going to rip out a junk any second now, but at the same time, the injected poison tingled and calmed your aching wounds every time.

Did you enjoy it? Being held still by his seemingly endless tail wrapped around every limb and every joint, rendering the function of your muscles useless as long as you were in his hold, wasn’t pleasant. It was suffocating, scratchy, and yet, wobbly and cold. Your feet didn’t touch the ground, and your hands slit off his scales with nowhere to grip into. Even if you had nothing to compare it too, enjoyable wasn’t the word to describe it.

But did your body enjoy it? The answer was easy to mutter: Yes.

Every little squirm was caught by the pulsing member buried into you. Hot, slick mixes of fluids spread all over your sex, your abdomen sticky to the touch. It dripped out of you and down him too, so whenever you moved, you had to tear your body of his, held back by the mixture and dragging strings with every inch of distance, your skin imprinted from his scales from just how long this was going on already.

It was almost impossible not to move, skewered on his cock. Sometimes you just wanted to feel your body again, that seemed to lay limply in his hold, other times, you were seeking the exciting spike in your lower regions when you moved his tip towards a sweet spot of yours. Your belly felt warm, pleased with the softly swaying amount of cum inside of it, and you weren’t sure if this time Kiyo had refrained from putting eggs alongside it, but you didn’t feel them yet.

“My sweet human,” he purred, clawed fingers running down your chest towards your navel, one of his favorite exploration points on your body. You were similar, but still too different for him not to be intrigued. He had found interest in every toe he could break, knee that he liked to move around, see where it could go until you passed out from the pain of a dislocated joint. But your navel, oh, that was his favorite. It was different for him, who was born from an egg, only the smallest of scars remaining. But by now, you thought he might be done with his research about this too, slowly but surely getting bored with you after keeping you like a glorified pet for so many months now.

With a longing sigh, you felt his lips close around his fangs, kissing your maltreated skin full of scars and blisters a few times affectionately. “I am so glad I have found you. Thanks to you, I was able to find out so much more about... your kind.”

“Then...” your words nothing more but a gurgle while you clawed on his tail wrapped tightly around your neck to keep you well-positioned. “Let me go... already...”

It wasn’t much of a fight you put on, after all, you were too exhausted and too wrapped into his tail to even flinch. Maybe you should have felt lucky that of all beasts that could have caught you, it was a naga that could actually speak your language, which wasn’t a common occurrence as he told you. However, you blamed your streak of misfortunate events that brought you into this situation in the first place, that it had to be a monster very interested in humans like Korekiyo was.  

As if pained by your words, he hissed sadly, dragging his lips up and down your shoulder, nibbling away freely at it. “How could I? Think about the babies.”

Prompted by his words, you found his hand wandering to your abdomen, caressing it and making you feel how swollen it was. Immediately, the terrible experiences of having to lay eggs shot back into your mind, you being nothing but a warm, soft incubator to the already mostly developed eggs. It wouldn’t be long until they’d start moving, urging you to let them out. And you had to, or else you’d risk the snake children ripping you apart from the inside as they freed themselves without care.

“N- No...” you whimpered, not wanting to go through that again. “I don’t- I can’t do that again- I-”

Hushing you softly, he brought his lips to your temples, his tail moving so you had no choice but turn your head towards him too despite the restrictive pain shooting through your spine. “We already tested that before and it worked perfectly fine, don’t worry.” Kissing away the tears at the corner of your eyes, there were only more that followed, causing him to grimace.

He wasn’t feeling bad for you, this wasn’t pity like you could feel it. He simply didn’t like to see you in states of distress, which were more prominent for him by the way your heartbeat went up, more tension in your muscles, small flinches as you started to struggle. Hushing you some more, he returned to your shoulder, placing his hands around your waist to steady you more.

“Let me make this a little easier for you,” he cooed comfortingly, fangs sticking back out from behind his lips, while you tore at his scales as best as you could. “N- No! Stop it!” you protested, but you were shut down from any more words, or worries. Sinking slowly into his hold on you, you took a few deep breaths, the world getting a little blurred behind your tired eyelids. Hands slipping off him, your body gave space to his poison spreading through your veins. Kiyo knew exactly how much would kill you, even if he was reluctant to let go, fangs only slowly pulling out of your flesh.

Blood dripping from your wounds as you hung in his hold without resistance, he was nice enough to lick the bitemarks clean, making sure they’d heal nicely. It also gave him a chance to have at least a little bit of your taste linger in his mouth, the blood being alluring to his natural instincts. But Kiyo was stronger than to maul you, the most witching human he ever crossed paths with. You were his everything, the best study material, helper for all his desires and curiosities, parent to his children.

“This is where you belong. We belong together, [Name], for as long as we live. I’ll make sure of it, you don’t have to worry about a thing,” he whispered into your ear as you drifted off. “Rest well, my Human.”

[razzle-zazzle]

Naga and Raised by Serpentine? bc sneks

(Naga + Raised by Serpentine)

Skalidor watched in amusement as Lou paced back and forth, fretting over a baby that was still being born.

Inside the room that Lou had been briefly exiled from, Sutara and Vera were aiding Asha. They had also been the ones to exile Lou when he started to get in the way.

“You know it’ll be fine.” Skalidor reassured. “Sutara and Vera are the best medics in the tomb.”

“That won’t keep me from worrying.” Lou responded, still wearing a ditch in the floor with his pacing. “What if something goes wrong anyway? What if we lose Asha? What if we lose the baby?” Lou’s voice rose a few octaves with every worry he expressed.

Skalidor slithered over, putting his hand on Lou’s shoulder. “Lou. Listen to me. Asha is strong. She will be fine. And the baby is in good hands. Everything will be fine.”

Lou groaned. “I suppose…”

At that moment, Vera exited the small room, looking between Lou and Skalidor nervously.

“Um, Lou?” She asked, catching the man’s attention. “There was a—well, uh—you might want to see this.” She gestured for Lou to come inside.

Skalidor followed, curious as to what was going on.

There, in her cot, was Asha, holding a small bundle.

A bundle from which a scaled tail was sticking out.

Asha was clearly exhausted. But she smiled regardless as Lou and Skalidor entered. “There you are.” She said softly. “I hope you didn’t give Skal too much trouble.”

“He wore a trench into the floor.” Skalidor said wryly, cutting off Lou’s response.

Asha hmmed, clearly too tired to keep up the small talk. “Well,” She began, shifting the blanket holding her child. “He’s here. After nine months of waiting, he’s finally here.” Her voice cracked, and Skalidor noticed that her eyes had teared up.

Lou took the baby from Asha, folding back the blanket to reveal the baby’s face.

Which was freckled with violet scales here and there.

“How…?” Lou asked quietly.

“Supposedly my great-grandmother was cursed to turn into a snake when the tombs were first closed.” Asha said softly, taking the infant back from Lou. “I guess it finally caught up.”

[odderancyart]

Bingo-request by @kyuko-chan:  Okay, consider this: Love at first sight AU with HSAU(ish) Blackcherry; the two meet because of an exchange programm, IE they are from different countries and then meet because one visits the other country

Did I do this right?

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When Razz stepped out of the city train outside the city hall, the entire yard was already full of people. All sorts of them; she’d never seen so many different kinds of fashions and species in the same place before, and Thyragård wasn’t a monocultural city in any way. A flood of people followed her out of the train, chatting and laughing. They sounded excited. When she stepped into the city hall’s garden, however, she did so with a sigh. The many birches and maples and other trees filling it were turning red and orange and yellow, and the ivy climbing up the building itself was just as colourful as the sun danced over its leaves. It was lovely, but it didn’t change the fact that Razz was preparing herself up for scornful gazes when people realized what family she belonged to.

Once upon a time, her ancestors had been powerful and glorious, and she was proud over being a Valkyria. Some of them had also, however, been tyrants. The last Valkyria ruler, her great grandfather, had been completely horrible even to Beobyrians. But that was over a hundred years ago, long before she was born, and she was so fucking tired of people blaming her – a high school student. Yeah, she didn’t want to be here. But her parents had forced her, too concerned with their reputation to care about her protests.

Her stiletto-heeled boots clicked against the paved path as she made her way into the crowd. Into the city hall itself. Throwing her blonde braid over her shoulder, she looked around. Where did one announce one’s presence? A sign sat over the reception, telling her exactly where in Beobyrian runes as well as every language and alphabet she knew, and then some.

“Excuse me,” she muttered as she made her way through the crowd, yelping as she almost tripped over a naga’s tail. Yellow eyes glared at her, and she gave them an apology before hurrying past.

The receptionist, a green-haired Fae with bright red skin, smiled at her as she handed over her ID. Their smile widened as they glanced down at it. “Welcome! To the first Former Empire Exchange! We’re very happy to have you here, Razz Valkyria.”

Razz forced a smile as they handed her a name badge, and she signed the paper she was handed, promising to do anything she could to make her guest feel welcome. “Thank you. I am glad to be here.”

Sliding the ID back into her phone case, and then her phone into the pocket of her leather jacket, she stepped into the crowd. It was probably for the best to attempt socializing; that way she would have a chance to find someone who wouldn’t immediately judge her by her ancestors. Her eyes glazed over the people there. Everyone wore their country’s flag on their name tags, so it was easy to know who she was supposed to talk with: which people were non-Beobyrians.

She smiled pleasantly at a group of sapients she assumed were selkies, before turning around. Her heart skipped a beat from surprise. Close by stood a water tank, and on its edge, a merperson lounged. Their long hair was turquoise and purple, their scales a dark pink, and their skin desert dark, and they leaned over it to talk to a humanoid below. The Beobyrian words sounded strange on their tongue: the sea’s languages were very different from those on land.

Realizing she was staring, she tore her eyes away, and went to search for someone to talk to. At first, a satyr wearing Trima’s blue flag approached her, but once their eyes flitted down to her name tag, their face hardened and they immediately turned around. Razz ignored the pang in her chest and went the other way, toward the edge of the crowd. Outside, again. The sun immediately heated up the leather, and she sighed in pleasure. Her skirt flitted around her leggings-covered legs in the breeze.

Next to a fountain depicting the first president of Beobyra, two humanoids stood, chatting with each other. They were far away, but as Razz narrowed her eyes, she thought she could see them both wearing pale flags. They weren’t half-red, at least, and so, not Beobyrian. Clenching her fist in determination, she straightened her back and marched over to them.

As she came closer, she got a better look at them. Both had black hair and dark skin, and both were dressed in some of the most colourful clothing she’d ever seen. The taller wore black jeans and a leather jacket, but her crop top was yellow with an intricate pattern in pink and black and her sandals were pink, and the other was dressed in a turquoise t-shirt and dark red trousers. When she came even closer, she found they looked pretty similar, as well, with the same wide noses and squared jaws. They were speaking a language she didn’t understand, and apparently hadn’t noticed her approaching.

“Hello,” she greeted, and both immediately turned to her, obviously surprised. She got a look at the flags they were wearing: grey with a golden oak. Peosana. Her shoulders dropped in relief. Oh, good. Peosana and Beobyra had been on relatively good footing for centuries. Her eyes glazed over their names and pronouns. For the taller, the one with their long hair in a ringlet bun, Fell Arya, she/her, and for the shorter, sturdier one, Red Arya, he/him. She held out her hand. “I’m Razz-”

She trailed off. ‘Red’ had met her eyes, and his own were the most beautiful shade of brown she’d ever seen, gleaming like gold in the sunshine. Her heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. He had short, messy hair that framed his face, and suddenly, she felt an urge to pull her fingers through it. Razz almost lost her balance, a blush rising to her cheeks. He stared back, mouth half-open as though he’d been about to speak.

Then she blinked, shaking her head, and managed to finish. “-Valkyria. Razz Valkyria.” Her voice was shaky, and she felt her face heat up as he grasped her lower arm, and she, his, in a shake. Oh, he was handsome.

“Red,” he replied, and his voice was dark and smooth. “Red Arya.”

“And I am Fell, his twin sister,” the second of them interrupted, a grin stretched wide over her face. Amusement shone in her eyes, which were the exact same shade of lovely brown. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Forcing herself to let go of Red, she turned toward her, grasping also her arm in greeting. “Same.”

Fell’s eyes flickered between the two of them, and then she huffed, grin growing even wider. “I’ll go talk to someone else.” She hit her brother lightly over the head. “Behave, asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah, you too,” he muttered without looking at her. Then she was gone, lost in the crowd. Red smiled lopsidedly, sitting down on the fountain before gesturing for her to follow suit. Taking a deep breath, Razz did. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but she finally managed to get rid of the heat on her cheeks. “So. Valkyria, eh?”

“Yeah,” she replied, dragging her fingertips over the cold stone of the fountain. “You’re from Peosana?”

If he noticed the quick change of subject, he didn’t comment. Only raised a bushy eyebrow, and oh, that looked good, and grinned. “Sure am. From the land o’ sun and spices.”

She smiled back. “Tell me about it.”

[kuno-chan]

Sea of Chains - Ch. 36, Mistakes

Rating: T

Summary:Years after the events of Anchor, Captain Kai and Jinora Gyatso remain famous names on the seas and their children are literally born pirates. Now, their daughter, Nima, is becoming a little too pirate for comfort. When trouble with Captain Quil of the Blood Moon Pirates turns tragic, Nima is viciously dragged into what can only be be described as every parent’s worst nightmare.

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“No!”

Dan slammed up against the doors just as they shut.

Damn her, damn her, damn her.

Why did she go back in there?

No, he knew why. He just couldn’t understand why.

Icho did not, in any sense of the word, deserve to be saved. Not after what he tried to do. But he couldn’t believe it had escaped himself to think that Nima might not think about going in after him. Then again, of course he didn’t think about it considering the immediate threat of the beast that decided it wanted lunch.

“Where did she go?” Hyun demanded. He beat on the door. “Why is she in there--”

“You know why, Hyun,” Koika growled. He was still carrying Foba. “We need to get back to the ship, let someone look at Foba. Then we go back in for her.”

“No.” Dan was already looking up at the castle walls.

Hyun looked at him with outrage bubbling. “No?”

“Go back to the ship. I’ll go.”

“By yourself?”

Dan didn’t even look at him. “There doesn’t need to be too many people in there. It’s more trouble than help. And this thing is a predator. The person who goes in should be the person who knows how a predator thinks. I spent my childhood hunting game. I’ll go.”

He didn’t stay to hear anybody argue with him about the matter. It wasn’t up for discussion as far as he was concerned. Around the castle, he searched. With haste, he rounded and looked up and down the walls. This place was falling apart everywhere. There had to be a place he could slip through.

Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere.

There. Right there. A balcony. Maybe some high ground advantage if he could just locate Nima and get her there.

Could he go through it? Would this place let him? And if he got in, could he get out…?

He considered it for a minute, but… Nima. That damn girl was in there.

He scaled the wall using the crumbling places in the stone and climbed through the balcony. That damn girl, he swore to the gods he ought to-- Why couldn’t she just come through the doors with him? Why?

He kept all his swearing to himself -- at her -- as he entered the castle.

-:-:-:-

Nima went in before she could stop herself. Would she stop herself if she’d had more time? She didn’t know. Not now, not in this dingy castle with a giant snake woman thing on the loose and maybe looking for her? She didn’t know that either. The naga may or may not have seen her come back in after getting her eye shot at.

She tread around like a mouse scurrying from the snake possibly looking for her. At the very least, she probably knew the other human was in there. Circling back to where they encountered the naga, Nima found Icho in the same corner that the naga had left him. He hadn’t bothered to get up and find a place to hide. Gods, he was easy bait.

“Get up,” Nima dug her nails into his arm and hauled him to his feet. “Get up if you don’t want her to find us.”

Icho looked at her, red eyed like he’d been crying. He was perplexed as he got up not quite as quickly as Nima wished he would. Looking around, she dragged him to a room whose door was ajar. Inside, aged, ancient books were loitered on the floor and the smell of dying paper and death languished together. She threw Icho against the wall closest to the door and stuck herself on the other side when she heard movement outside.

The naga moved with a slow, sickening slick sound, debris being pushed aside as she hissed and cursed over her ruined eye and lost meal. When the sound faded, Nima let go of her breath although she nearly gagged sucking in that air.

They dared not go outside, both of them too scared to actually see if the naga was gone. Icho kept glancing at her and every time he did, Nima looked at him. She didn’t like being stuck in this room with him and, gods, she questioned her very actions being here, but…

Then, the naga flashed in her mind and her words about being hungry and she remembered why she had turned around. But then there was also Dan’s face and her reluctant feet paced to see if there were any other openings around the room. Some other means of escape. There wasn’t. After another ten minutes, Nima couldn’t take it anymore.

“Explain something to me,” Nima turned to him, books at her back. “Something I don’t understand. Why would you try to hurt Ranka the way I know you were going to? The way you tried to do to me. What gave you the right?”

Icho frowned. “What? I don’t see what I did wrong. Why shouldn’t I have tried to see her? It’s a small ship. Maybe I would have gotten lucky. Maybe you would have, too, if it hadn’t been for your bodyguard.”

Nima’s lip curled in disgust. “And if she had said no? If I had said no? I never said yes. I didn’t want you to touch me. I don’t understand what made you think I did. Either of us.”

Icho shrugged and glanced out the door again. “It wouldn’t have hurt. If you had let me just go ahead and do us both a favor. You would have liked it. I’m sure I would have made you.”

Nima took a step back from him. “I wanted to cry when you tried to touch me.”

“I don’t mind the crying, sometimes. It mixes things up a bit.”

Her brain stopped.

It sputtered and tried to gain traction again.

I would have made you.

I don’t mind the crying, sometimes.

How could anybody be like this? She couldn’t understand this. Her mind flashed back to the day Nima had met Captain Quil and how he pinned her to the wall before her family had saved her and she nearly threw up all over the floor.

Right now, Icho seemed like he would fit perfectly on one of Quil’s ships.

What had she done? What was she doing in here?

One part of her humanity told her that she knew why. That it was wrong to leave someone to die. The other part of it told her that she had made a huge mistake.

She couldn’t help, but feel like the latter part had a sincere point.

Nima shook her head, her face and fingers numb. “You’re a disgusting human being. I don’t… I don’t even know why I’m in here with you.”

Icho said nothing to her, his eyes only flickering over her face once before looking back out the door. She’d had enough of being in this room. With this terrible stench and this god awful man. Outside, it was silent. The naga had moved on to a different part of the castle and Nima took that as her cue to skedaddle on somewhere maybe a little more safe. If there was any place safe so long as they were trapped in her. She spotted a set of stairs.

Upstairs there were windows. She wasn’t exactly sure how high those windows were, but she did know how to climb.

She could feel Icho following her as she climbed the stairs. It wasn’t something she welcomed, but she didn’t stop him either. As long as he didn’t touch her, she would probably be fine. Still, his very presence now gave her sickening chills and she was going to make note of the first thing that could be used as a weapon.

The room at the top of the stairs was a ransacked bedroom. Sheets and curtains had been torn, the desk had been overturn and nothing was in its place. Not to mention, it was covered in years of dirt. Many years longer than she’d been alive. On the ground, there was the broken piece of wood. Nima immediately picked it up. It might not kill the naga, but it could hurt a human being.

That’s when the comet stone hummed. She grabbed it from inside her pocket, feeling it warm against her palm. Whatever it was they had come all the way here for was sitting in this room right now. Nima searched for who’s life properly depended on it.

Where?

Where?

What was it?

The stone hummed more or less as she moved around, humming at its zenith in one particularly trashed part of the room. Nima moved the rubble around until she perhaps had found something. A sword? No, the end of it. She clasped the broken hilt. It was somewhat plain, but just the hilt of a sword. Nothing even wrapping around the hilt for the wielder’s hands.

Was this it? Was this what she was looking for? The stone’s humming had stopped entirely. She took that as her signal that, indeed, it was. Good. She allowed herself a drop of relief for that much, at least. Gods, at least.

Now, to focus on getting out of there without anymore trouble, maybe. As if some displeased higher power heard her, a hand clamped down on her shoulder--

Nima spun, throwing her weight into her swing. “Don’t--”

Dan caught the wood before it hit his head. Nima held the wood over his head, frozen at the sight of his face. She could have cried seeing him even as he let go of the wood and put a finger to his lips, his other hand firmly over Icho’s mouth. She got closer to him so he wouldn’t have to speak too loudly. “We’re leaving. Now.”

“The way you came in?”

Dan nodded. He grabbed her wrist. “Come on.”

Before he moved, he gave Icho one long meaningful look. One that Nima knew promised death. Even her word wouldn’t stop Dan from killing him if he did anything too stupid. In all honesty, she wasn’t entirely sure if she should stop him. If she would.

They moved like shadows, sticking to corners and never keeping in plain sight longer than a second. Dan was an expert at being so damn quiet despite his size. He led them to a room on the upper level, the room just as torn as the rest of the castle, but it had a balcony. Bless everything, it had a balcony. And she didn’t need to be told twice by Dan to go ahead. She neared the balcony --

And then an arm shot through the room. Nima screamed as the naga’s arm blocked the way to freedom. Dan yanked her back into a corner.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Move!” Dan pulled her down into the corner and through a hole in the wall just big enough for a human being to fit through. Icho scrambled through the hole after them and they ran out, not stopping for anything and Dan’s hand clamped down on her wrist. They shot down the stairs, around the corner into the very large area that might have resembled some kind of socializing or party hall if what intact furniture or decoration aside from the half hanging chandelier was any evidence. Nima leapt in, keeping to the walls despite the fact that the actual ceiling of the room had been torn clear off.

If they kept low, the naga wouldn’t see them.

Nima’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might stop. She put a hand over her mouth, eyes gliding over Dan who was staying tight against the wall, but looking up and listening for the naga that was going to come around the corner any minute. Icho was again in a corner, watching them both.

She could hear the naga cursing and grumbling and still apparently upset about her eye. Nima could almost see her. Almost. Her shadow roved over them and that slithering sound was close. How had it come to this? A year ago, she never would have thought they would be trapped by a literal giant snake woman.

Mistake, mistake, mistake.

So many mistakes had led up to this. All of them her own.

As the naga moved a little farther away, Nima moved to cross the room. A better position so the naga couldn’t see her would be--

Nima squeaked too loud as she was pushed out the door.

And right into the open for the naga to see. Nima scrambled faster than hell back into the doorway on her knees, ignoring Icho who leapt over her and out the door. Dan got on the ground and dragged her back inside quicker than the naga could turn.

Mistake .

Icho had actually pushed her out the door-- truly, actually pushed her out the door as if the naga would ignore him running and go for her instead while she was down.

For the flash of a moment, it might have worked. Maybe.

That would have perhaps depended on what kind of predator this thing was. Did it like to eat or play with it’s food first? Nima didn’t get a chance to process it. She turned just in time to see the naga whack Icho. He went flying into the wall, his scream cut short by the sick impact. Blood painted the wall where he slid down.

Nima’s heart stopped.

Mistake.

On her knees, she held her breath as the naga slithered over to Icho -- Icho’s body -- and picked him up.

Nima’s eyes widened. She could hear Dan hissing to her.

“Don’t look at them. Look at me.”

Mistake.

The naga lifted Icho to her face and she opened her mouth wide.

Nima’s eyes stung.

Mistake, mistake, mistake.

Dan snatched Nima into him, pressing her face into his chest and wrapping his arms around her so that her ears would also be covered. She shook so hard in that corner of the room even though she couldn’t see or hear what was happening.

The naga was eating Icho. Those moments with Dan against her were left to her imagination as to what was happening to the world outside his arms. When she pulled back, she trembled so violently that Dan had to hold her hands just to get her to be somewhat steady.

“I-I-I did this. She’s going to eat us,” Nima began to cry as quietly as she could. “I-I don’t want her to eat us. Dan--”

Dan put a hand to his lips to quiet her, but didn’t let her go. He was watching the outside -- had he been watching the entire time?

Nothing could compare to the fear of actually possibly being eaten. Eaten alive was very possible, too. In those brief passing seconds, Nima knew that even the strongest, bravest men were forfeit to this kind of fear. She could feel it against Dan’ chest, beating much faster than it should have been.

Still, he held her and he did not release her even as he seemed to be thinking. Finally, he looked down at her. “I have a plan,” he whispered.

She nodded, listening.

“Run,” he said. She nearly opened her mouth to say that might not work, but he continued. “There are holes all over the ground level of his castle. If I’m mapping the outside correctly, then there are a lot down the hall to the right of this room and around the corner. But you’re going to need to trust me and run when I say run.

“And will you leave me if I slow you down? You’ll go, right?” she asked him.

He didn’t answer her.

“Dan, please tell me that you’ll run ahead if I can’t run fast enough. If she gets me, then you can get out of here.”

He still didn’t answer her plea. Instead, he let her go. “We don’t have much time for this. She’s going to find us eventually.”

Nima hated his evasion, but didn’t press it. Not here, not now. She only prayed that he wouldn’t let himself die for her. Some part of her knew that he would have stared death in the face if he deemed it his mission to.

The naga never left the room. Not entirely. She roamed there. Perhaps this was where she spent a lot of her time. What luck that this was the spot they chose to hide, then. The naga was turned away, picking through debris and scratching at the blood Icho had left on the stone wall. She was tasting her claws stained with his blood.

She and Dan kept her eyes on her the entire time as they inched their way out of the room. Inch by little inch, trying not to move too suddenly. Just a little more and they would be around the wall.

A little farther. A little more.

The naga turned. She looked right at them.

Dan grabbed Nima’s hand. “Run!”

Sword hilt in one hand and Dan’s hand in her other, Nima picked up her feet and lurched down the hall faster than she’d ever been. She kept up with Dan, pounding the pavement as she heard the naga screech some curse or otherwise and barrelled down the hall after them. Debris could be heard flying against the walls and the naga’s snake tail raking against the stone.

Dan wrenched her along, an iron grip on her fingers. Nima ran faster, keeping up with him even as her lungs were ready to break open. They both had the same idea as they got to the end of the hall and took that sharp left. The naga screamed and could be heard crashing into the wall, but picked up her momentum a second later.

There .

There, at the end of the wall, was a dead end. A dead end with an opening just big enough for a person to pass through.

Nima looked at Dan as his grip on her loosened. “Go,” he could barely say through ragged breath. She didn’t argue with him, but stayed reaching to him for a moment before letting go and sending that last burst of speed through her legs. Her feet hit the stone so hard it hurt as that light came came closer.

Faster.

Faster .

Nima let her body hit the ground and slid through the opening. She twisted and could have expired on the spot seeing Dan gaining on the hole, the naga right behind him ready to snatch him up. He ran and ran and ran. She held her breath as he got closer.

There he was. He was just there, if he could make it--

He broke through light, sliding through the opening as the naga slammed against the wall in his wake. Whatever held her in the castle wasn’t allowing her to break the walls or even so much as reach a claw through. She screeched and scratched and snarled against the hole in the wall, her eye a glowing obsidian abyss when she looked through with nothing but hate and frustration.

Nima and Dan looked at her, closing the distance between each other and turning to run down the hill. Neither of them opted to stay and be mesmerized by that terrible black eye. They ran until they hit the beach, The Sea Viper never leaving their view. Nima could hear the crew yelling for them, Hyun especially was calling for them to hurry.

They stopped at the beach, gods knew her chest was burning and her lungs themselves had to be on fire. From the looks of it, Dan wasn’t exempt. She didn’t know what hit her, but when he straightened up, dying of exhaustion or not, Nima threw herself into him.

“I’m sorry,” she couldn’t stop her voice from breaking. “ I’m sorry…”

She nearly pulled back when she realized what she was doing, but Dan put an arm around her shoulders, never having bothered to stop her as they steered themselves toward the ship.

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Aww, man I am super tired right now, but I am sorry it’s taken me a long time to get this out. Between school and other things I’ve picked up, it just took me a minute. Next chapter already has a decent chunk done though.

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Noctis

Noctis watched as you turned away from the large deamon you went after, after it tried to ambush the two of you while he was fishing for dinner. The deamon struck so fast and quickly that you only had time quickly shifted from your human guise to your deamon form, it often remind him of Carbuncle, yet instead of the smaller fennec, you rose to the Prince’s chest, yet everything else the same from the red stone, large ears and fur.

Your pure silver fur now only marked by the blood of the deamon you quickly struck down ,yet now instead of reverting back to yourself, you turned those hollow black eyes to the Prince, your mouth opening in a hissing roar.

“Y/n,” Noctis called, only to quickly dodge out the way as you leapt going for his throat. “Y/n, what’s wrong! I’m not going to fight you!”

Noctis watched as you lowered your head, hissing angrily in the back of your throat, tail lashing behind you, he had never seen you like this. You always were in such control of your other half, able to shift in and out. Yet there was something wrong! Horribly wrong.

The young man wasn’t given much time to think, as you suddenly launched again your muzzle open to show your large sharp teeth. Only for them to clench down on a summoned lance, your strong jaw in this form almost went through it.

Noctis took this as a distraction, scrambling away from you, as you shook the long weapon in your mouth much like a dog with a chew toy. Drawing a sword he knew he had to defend himself, yet refused to hurt you. Noctis turned to you, as your jaws went through the staff of the lance, before turning your head back to him.

“Y/N, I know you’re still in there.”

This time you leapt, your claws out first, slashing at the Prince, every so often, throwing your entire body around, to kick out. A move your boyfriend had seen constantly against you and other creatures as he dodged it easily, unprepared for your hind leg coming out, kicking him in the sternum, knocking the wind out of him, giving you enough time to pounce, pinning him to the ground.

Noctis flinched, your front paws digging into his shoulders, your muzzle open,  as you roared, he watched as you rose your head, before quickly coming down. His blue eyes clenched close as he waited fro your mouth to close around his neck, only to instead hear you let out a loud whine in pain, than the pressure get removed from his shoulders.

Sitting up the young man turned, watching as you stumbled away, only to suddenly fall to your side, panting heavily, as you whined. Moving to a crouch, the man didn’t want to draw attention to himself, as he circled slightly, only to gasp. The sword he had summoned out of instinct was now jutting from your stomach, as you whined, panting heavily.

“Shit!” Noctis gasped, throwing all caution to the wind, as he rushed over, kneeling beside you as you panted. His own safety no longer a concern as he placed a hand on the silver fur of your stomach, slowly becoming red. Turning to you, as you let out a pitiful whine, “I’m sorry.”

Noctis watched as you rose your head, your eyes no longer as a demonic as they had been, leaning forward to nuzzle his cheek with the tip of your nose, before laying back down, closing your eyes. A hand going to the handle of the sword, Noctis realized it was too deep to just yank out, raising a hand as he magicked it away, your tense body immediately relaxing, as you panted heavily eyes still closed, tongue hanging from your mouth.

“Can you turn back?” He asked, removing his over shirt, tying it around your waist to stop the bleeding, you didn’t seem to have hit anything important.

“Aro…”

“Yeah, kind of figured it’s what’s keeping you together.” He replied, stroking your face as you leaned into the affection, “Can you stand?”

Moving to shaky legs, you stumbled back to the fishing spot, where you and Noctis where suppose to be catching dinner. The entire time Noctis stood at your side. Arms wrapping around your chest as you would stumble, helping you into the water, and helping you scrub the blood and grime from your body and fur.

“Let’s get back to the others.” Noctis called, as you moved slowly over to your catch, picking up the multiple fish on the hooks, picking it up in your mouth, as you limped back over to your boyfriend. “I bet you’re hungry.”

Pressed against Noctis’ side, you felt bad, you didn’t mean to get the man wet, but having him beside you meant you could still push on back to the campsite.

No one ever seemed bothered by your large silver form, not as you gently placed the fish on Ignis’ cooking station, or even as you plopped down before the fire to dry your fur, eyes closed only to open as you noticed Prompto standing beside you, potion in hand.

“Sorry, Noct said that you were hurt in a fight, just want to put some potion on the wound.” He stated.

You glanced behind the blonde to a worried Noctis, who wasn’t attempting to show the worry. Booping your head against Prompto’s, mindful of your horn, you rolled to the side, panting heavily as you felt the blonde trying to be gentle, but a sword ran through never stopped hurting too soon. Almost immediately after the blonde finished his first aid, Noctis came and cuddled up next to you by the fire, his hand scratching at your ears.

“I take it, Y/n, did most of the fighting.” Gladiolus chuckled, sitting in his chair. “Hard to think she’s a part deamon, never seen one that pretty.”

You gave a pleasing huff in the shield’s direction, yet your deamon form did often put people at ease, hard to be afraid of a huge puppy/unicorn. Circling your head back to rest in Noctis’ lap, you finally allowed yourself to rest before dinner.

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Prompto

Prompto gasped, your Naga form was always terrifying if he wasn’t aware you were slipping into it. It even took him about 3 hours before you could convince him to touch your tail, without him panicking.

You were one of the lucky ones, the lucky halfbreeds of your family, while the rest of your siblings were born the greens and reds of your mother, and just appeared smaller, human sized versions of the snake deamons. You appeared more human even when not in guise, which was also a power all your own, you could shift from human to deamon form, your siblings were always deamon looking. Yet your long beautiful black and violet tail, often came out in play when in situations where you needed to quickly deal with a foe, your torso, appeared not that different aside from a few scales littering your arms and face.

Luckily your teammates had become use to your form, and only seemed thrown off if you quickly shifted outside of battle, as you normally prefered your human form.

Which is what confused them, when after the battle with another wild Naga in the cave labyrinth you hadn’t reverted.

“Sweetheart?” Prompto called, only to gasp, as you turned, your eyes normally so bright, glowed red angrily as you glanced toward the call with a mouth of fangs. “Y/N…”

Everyone watched as you rose to a standing height, with your tail you even towered over Gladiolus, with still enough length of tail to use as a whip. Only to watch as you quickly dove back to the ground, your elbows bent as you crawled across the ground, towards them, fangs open as you hissed to them.

“Move!” Gladiolus called, as he pushed everyone away from your rampage, the group scattering as you quickly changed course moving into the shadows. “Where’d she go?”

Prompto looked around, his gun raised, he didn’t want to hurt you, but he knew he would need to defend himself. Only to let out a yelp, as something wrapped around his ankle, dragging him away.

“Prompto!” Noctis called, raising his sword, not thinking twice as he sliced through the tail gripping his friend’s leg, taking off a good foot of it, only for the cave to echo with a loud shrieking hiss in pain. “You okay?”

“Fine dude.” Prompto gagged removing the heavy muscle from around his leg, only to stare at the markings.

You moved from the shadows into the light pouring in the cave, eyes still red, as you slithered closer to the group, your eyes still glowing so angrily at your once partners. Dodging a shot from Prompto, you quickly moved back across the ground, your agility allowing you to be in the man’s face much sooner than he realized, as he froze staring at you.

He rose his gun to shoot again, only to stop, he couldn’t you were his girlfriend. He couldn’t just murder you in cold blood.

“Prompto!”

“Gladio wait!” Prompto called, as the large man rose his sword ready to slice away.

Only for your tail to swing out, slamming into the man, before knocking him into a cave wall.

Only to gasp as you circled around Prompto, in a bone crushing embrace, before leaping grabbing a hold of one of the stalactite columns hanging low from the ceiling, using your long nails to pull you both up and out of the cave through a small opening that you easily made bigger. Unaware of your four followers, holding onto your long tail.

Once back in the fresh air of the mountainside did you turn to the blonde wrapped in your tail, your red eyes still glowing as you drew him closer, letting out a low hiss. Only to turn as you heard something fall, and a familiar melody playing.

Prompto groaned as his phone fell from his pocket, playing the Chocobo melody, watching as your red glowing eyes looked to the object, leaning down as the human part of your body begun to sway to the song, your grip loosening on him.

“Remember that sweetie.” Prompto laughed, as you turned to him your large eyes losing the red glow. Only to quickly flash back as you hissed to something behind you, pulling the rest of your tail from the hole, you pulled up Noctis, Ignis, Gladiolus and that other Naga in the cave. Obviously very pissed about having a foot of its tail cut off.

You dropped Prompto, circling around the blonde protectively, you were much smaller than it, as Nagas normally stood stories tall and you were lucky to have broken 15 feet. Your fangs and claws bared as you hissed angrily at your opponent, only to gasp as it’s large tail wrapped around your neck and torso, squeezing for all it was worth as you felt your joints crush under the pressure, your eyes finally losing the glow as you howled loudly in pain, a human scream.

“Y/n!” Prompto screamed, as he rose his gun firing at the opposing Naga, the Naga dropping you before turning to your companions. Yet Prompto never stopped giving fire, even as the Naga quickly approached them, it wasn’t as quick as you, due to it’s size, but the power behind it was amazing.

Everyone gasped, as your black and purple tail wrapped around its neck, pulling back hard as you leapt before your friends, your tail circling around them, as you rose much like a cobra. Opening your mouth as you let out a roar, a deafening roar that sent the others covering their ears, and the opposing Naga running back into its cave with a frighten look.

Everyone uncovered their ears as they heard a loud ‘THUD’ echo the field, as all 15 feet of you fell to the ground. Panting heavily, as Prompto ran over pulling your human torso into his lap, watching your labored breathing.

“I would suspect bruising, quite possibly a few ribs broken as well, snakes are known to crush their victims.” Ignis explained, feeling over your ribs, hearing you tense. “Y/N can you turn back?”

You shook your head “Hurtsss.” You hissed through pained tears. “Hi…Po-ss-tion.”

“Wrap your arms around me.”  Prompto called as you weakly did so, “Can you move your tail?” A shake of the head, “The others are going to grab it okay?”

“Okay…” You stated face buried in his shoulder, as they all begun the parade of marching back to camp.

Prompto chuckled, “Have I ever told you how cute your lisp is when you’re in this form.” Only to laugh harder as you gave a soft whine in his shoulder, flicking your forked tongue over his neck.

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Gladiolus

Gladiolus braced his shield against the stone claws launching at him from the sky, only to grunt as those black claws slammed into the shield, than reach around to try and slash at him.

“Babe, what the hell is wrong with you?” He yelled, pushing the shield sending you into the air as you opened your large bat wings hovering in the air, as your eyes glew an angry white.

You had been acting strange all day, and after the hunt you only seemed to just lose your mind, and begun to attack your teammates! Your large onyx black claws slashing at Gladiolus’ shield being the worst you got to.

Being half Gargoyle gave your body it’s own shield of onyx black and white swirled skin, your large bat like wings keeping you afloat in the air. Diamond eyes looking down to your group, your stone lips frozen, but they all knew that you were screaming on the inside, normally in your Gargoyle form you could speak, but the more power you drew from that side of your family the more stone like you became.

“Any idea what’s wrong with her Gladio?” Noctis asked, sword at the ready, knowing that even if he could hit you it more than likely wouldn’t do anything to you, but make his arm numb from the recoil.

“Dude, what did you do to piss your girlfriend off this much?” Prompto yelled, dodging a quick dive from you, as you swooped down to have another go at your traveling party.

“Why do you think I did something?” Gladiolus hissed, only to bring his shield up again as you swooped, down embedding  your long claws into the shield, as you flapped your wings, pulling back trying to rip the shield from his grip like a can’s lid.

“She does appear to be more upset at you than anyone else.” Ignis stated, “Perhaps  a bouquet of flowers and chocolates are in order.”

“Ha ha Iggy.” Gladiolus groaned mockingly, wanting to toss you away, but knew that if he did there was no telling what you would do with a shield attached to your claws. “Babe, I’m going to need you to calm down.”

This only seemed to piss you off more, as you cracked open your mouth, pebbles raining from your face, as you leaned over the shield to let out a piercing shriek of a wail.  Directly in Gladiolus’ face, scrambling the man hearing as he tossed you away, only sending you in the air.  Getting your bearings, you dived again, aiming for Gladiolus only for the man to dodge, as you gave a three point landing, only to feel a tug on one of your long horns.

“Sorry, babe.” Gladiolus called, as he lifted you up by the horn, raising you over his head as he slammed you into the ground, hoping that your onyx skin shield protected you from the worse of the attack.

“Dude! That’s your girlfriend!” Prompto yelled, as Gladiolus picked you up again, slamming you into the ground again.

Gladiolus released your horn, only to have your legs wrap around his arm, pulling yourself up, as you wrapped your legs upper arm, than pulled back, trying to dislocate it, “Yeah, tell her that!”

Gladiolus rose his arm, before kneeling, as he slammed you into the ground again, yet you refused to let go, if anything you tighten your grip. The tall mountain of a man let out a scream in pain, as you dug those long claws into his arm, using his free hand to wrap a hand back on your horn, pulling back only to gasp as he heard a loud snap, and you immediately letting go.

“Babe…” Gladiolus called, as you reached up to your head, feeling for your horn that was currently held in your boyfriend’s grip. “Babe, listen I’m sorry.”

You crouched low, letting out a loud roar toward the man,  flapping your wings, as you dashed forward, claws extended, only to gasp as Gladiolus stabbed the horn he was holding into your shoulder, almost immediately, your entire onyx covering disappeared from your body, along with your wings, claws and still attached horn. Blinking in confusion, at your boyfriend before you, than a sheering pain in your shoulder as you turned seeing your horn disappear, then back to your boyfriend who looked horrified at what he just did, or maybe it was the anger appearing on your face.

“Gladiolus, what the fuck?” You called in disbelief.

“You said the quickest way to break your shield was to use a piece of you.” Gladiolus called as an embarrassed small smile played on his face.

“Yeah, but that didn’t mean to go and snap one of my horns off! That shit hurt! It’s bone! It’s fused to my skull!” You barked, holding your head. “I’m going to have  a headache for a week.”

“It’s not like it, it won’t grow back.” Gladiolus tried to reason.

“After 2 weeks, do you know how much it hurts to grow a new horn!” You cried, only to flinch at the ringing in your head. “I hope you know that you’re waiting on me hand and foot until it grows back in.”

“How is that any different than any other time?” Gladiolus inquired, as you flipped him off.

~~~~~~

Ignis

Ignis jumped out the way as you appeared through the floor of where he once stood, “My dear, I had believed that you had more honor than to attack someone from behind.”

Watching as your almost see through head quickly moved back into the ground of the shadows.  Ignis glanced around waiting for your next attack, it was always difficult to know where a Wraith was coming from, but when that wraith was your girlfriend currently trying to kill you while on a hunt it was even more difficult to defend oneself against an attack.

“How you holdin’ up Iggy?” Prompto asked, as he Noctis, and Gladiolus attempted to take down the large portrait of the ‘Blood Queen’ a haunted piece that seemed to be causing quite a bit of insanity in women in the city.

“We’ve had better days,” Ignis grunted, as one of your hands barely missed his face, the brush in itself sending goosebumps littering his skin, in the hot basement. Flipping out the way, Ignis watched as you snickered before disappearing back into a wall. “I’m unsure of how long I can keep her busy, any luck?”

Gladiolus pushed Prompto and Noctis aside, as he rose a Greatsword, over his head, going to slash the painting, only to be sent back by a forcefield.  “Didn’t expect that one.”

Noctis gasped and Prompto yelped, as something wrapped around their ankles looking down to see ice cold hands, followed by your ghostly head appearing  by their legs, that uncharacteristic smirk appearing on your face still.

“Y/N!” Ignis called, as you turned your head toward the man, not flinching as you saw Noctis sword slash before your face, trying to frighten you into letting go.

Your eyes locking with your boyfriend, as you smirk widen into a twisted smile, as you suddenly yanked down on Prompto and Noctis’ ankles, sending them both shrieking below. Only to turn as you saw Gladiolus coming after you. Sinking into the ground, you reappeared behind the man, wrapping your arms around his large shoulders, as you drug him into the ground next, obviously using your paralyzing powers to overpower the large man, before disappearing back in the ground.

Ignis turned, as he looked around the room, his back up gone, as he looked around for you. Only to strike is Sage Fire, before tossing a dagger to the left, just above where your head was coming from.

You let out a ghostly wail of fear, looking to the dagger  inches from your face, only to turned back to Ignis, your smile gone, now replaced with shock than anger.

“I do apologize, my love, yet you seem to have misplaced our friends.” Ignis stated, raising his remained dagger. “I would like to request you to bring them back, and stop this foolishness.”

You hissed, letting out another wail before returning back to your hiding place in the shadows, letting more wails, “Igggniiissss, my love, you would hurt meeee?”

“My love,” Ignis replied, listing to your caterwauling bouncing off the acoustics of the room.  “You don’t seem to be thinking straight, do come out, and we can speak about this.”

“Iggggyyyy, why don’t you join the others? Or become one with me?”

Ignis turned last moment, as he tossed a dagger to the ground by his feet, hearing you shriek at the dagger inches from your face. Watching you sneer, than gasp, as you believed him to be out of daggers, only to find 2 more flamed daggers in hand.

“Not so fast, my dear.” Ignis called, reaching down grabbing your hand reached out to grab him, feeling your paralyzing effect starting to take over, before pulling you out the ground, tossing you over toward the painting, a dagger quickly following.  

Ignis covered his eyes, as the dagger burst the portrait into flames, and with you being so close, your wraith form when into flames with it, a shrieking howl left your body, as you collapsed to the floor in your human guise, the ashes of the painting raining down around you. Only for the portrait to let out a ghastly wail as the spirit within disappeared.

“Iggy?” You moaned, weakly, hearing the man running up to you, rolling you over. “You never mentioned how hot your Sage Fire is.”

Ignis chuckled softly, checking you over for burns, he knew that the fire would knock you back into your human form, but wasn’t aware if any wounds sustained in wraith form would be converted to your human form, “Are you alright, my dear?”

“A little toasty, yet otherwise quite fine. I believe we should go get the others.” You replied, leaning on the man to stand up.

“Are you aware of where they are?” He inquired, catching you as you stumbled a little, it always took you awhile to get use to walking again after floating around in wraith form.

“Yes, despite the young lady possessing me, I was aware of my surrounding. I fear the boys are rather upset at me for putting them in a broom closet, mostly poor Prompto.” You replied, as you walked down a small flight of stairs to another room, opening a door as your other three companions fell out. “Oh my, I do apologize.” You gasp, turning your right hand into your wraith form, touching each men’s arm, as they begun moving.

“Remind me to never piss you off.” Gladiolus groaned.

“What happened to the painting?” Noctis inquired.

Ignis adjusted his glasses, “Up in flames, “ Only to chuckle as you gave him a playful nudge.

[coffeetoxication]

Ref sheet for Vincent <3 BIO here:

Name: Vincent Age: 21 Gender: Cis-Male Sexuality: Biromantic/Bisexual Heacanon Voice: Simon Pegg (Known for being in the movie Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead ) youtu.be/vQAxKy3I3xs?t=3 Ethnicity: English/American (Parents have moved to America before Vincent was born) Species: Naga (Eastern Coral Snake) Personality: Curious, Innocent, Feral, Gentleman, Cunning, Proper, Protective, Loyal, Stubborn, Oblivious, Trickster, and Confident BIO: Vincent was born in a warm forest and has still lived there ever since. He was left to fend for himself when he was able to slither and eat at the rightful age. His mother was very traditional as she thought that naga's weren't fit for the modern world and should connect with their natural predatory roots in nature. Of course she made sure that Vincent was strong enough and knew of what he needed to learn before living in the forest by himself. As the years go by he has been doing pretty good. He would sometimes see humans passing along by the forest as he didn't really knew of who or what they were. More curious than anything, he would carefully approach them. Some would run away screaming while others would be amazed and answer most of Vincent's questions. Some of them actually helped with his hunting skills and taught him the English language a lot better than his mom could. There were still many things that Vincent didn't understand about humans, but from the good experiences he's had with them, he wanted to know more. More years have passed trying his best to survive and understand human nature, it didn't take long before he met Jeffrey. From there on out, his life changed. -Vincent had met Jeffrey accidentally when Jeffrey got himself lost in the forest on a family trip and lost consciousness from falling down a steep hill. Vincent, of course, couldn't have just let Jeffrey there so he took him into his den and took care of him until Jeffrey came to. Needless to say, Jeffrey thought he was going to die from there as he was crying and shaking from pure fear. Vincent reassured him that he wasn't going to hurt him and would gladly take him on the main trail to where his parents were. They had small talk and awkward pauses, but Vincent had found himself to be slightly attached to Jeffrey to the point where he was following him everywhere. He even went as far as to move in to a local woods to where Jeffrey's house lives. It was a start of a beautiful friendship. -Vincent is extremely oblivious to human emotions and attractions but he sometimes plays along since it makes him feel nice (it took him a very very long time to figure out that Jeffrey had a really hard crush on him to the point of being in love with him ) -Vincent's favorite prey to eat is the rabbit. -Can unhinge his jaw if his prey is larger than anticipated (Though he can't swallow humans, not that he would really want to eat one anyways ) -His species is rather smaller than most naga's -Has a venomous bite (It only works if he's chewing his prey but he gets so hungry at times he doesn't want to use it at all ) -Vincent can eat human foods but it would make him terribly sick in large consumptions and would need to get back on track on his original diet -Al though he is a predator he does NOT eat animals that have been recently born or even few weeks old. He eats animals that are able to fend for themselves considering that its much more fun (also hes a huge softie ) -Doesn't understand why humans cook their meat when they can just eat it fresh when the prey is still living -Doesn't really like rain much since it makes his scales itch oddly

[russellthornton]

12 Essential Manly Drinks and the Types of Men That Drink Them

There are some things that no card-carrying man should order from the bartender. Real men order the manly drinks in the secret menu.

But what is it that makes manly drinks? Is it the outrageous name? The lack of pretentious flavorings? Or is it in the drink’s raw ability to turn the drinker into a crawling, incoherent heap after the first shot? Most would agree on the latter, but every man is entitled to his own poison.

The 12 most manly drinks every man needs to remember

While some prefer the raw punch of unadulterated alcohol, others get a little fancy and want a small manly garnish to their drink. Here’s a list of manly drinks for different types of men.

Classy drinks for classy men

Ordering these drinks exudes class and taste. These are the types of manly drinks for men who know what they want. Best imbibed while wearing a suit and smoking a cigar.

#1 Whiskey. Whiskey is the definitive manly drink. Either served neat or on the rocks, this liquid gold is so manly they make men’s perfume that smell like it. One famous type of whiskey is Scotch, made from malted barley. While across the pond, American ones are made from various combinations of other grains including corn.

There are other drinks out there that use whiskey as a cocktail base. Real men know how to appreciate it as it is. [Read: Alcohol’s effects on your sex life and libido]

#2 Martini. In its purest form, a martini is a cold mix of gin and vermouth garnished with either olives or a lemon twist. A complicated drink, a martini has various forms. Asking the bartender for “dry” martini gives you a version without the vermouth.

Ordering vodka martini will get you a mix with vodka instead of gin. Telling the bartender “straight up” would omit the ice. And, of course, we’re all familiar with “shaken, not stirred.” [Read: What your favorite drink says about you]

#3 Old Fashioned. A dapper drink for the likes of Don Draper from Mad Men, the Old Fashioned is made up of two ounces of Bourbon or Rye whiskey poured slowly over a glass with a sugar cube then splashed with a bit of water and bitters. Then, garnished with some ice cubes and a slice of orange. The drink may sound fancy but it sure does pack a punch.

#4 Classic Manhattan. This drink was pretty popular during the Prohibition era and is also known to be Frank Sinatra’s favorite. Every bar has their own version of the Manhattan but essentially it contains two ounces of Rye whiskey and half an ounce of vermouth with a dash of bitters and the optional stemmed cherry.

Say what you want on how unmanly the garnish is but this drink can get you in trouble if you’re not too careful. [Read: What to talk about when you’re drunk on a date]

#5 Rusty Nail. The Rusty Nail is one of those drinks that pass itself off as a cocktail but tastes more like a fist fight after the first sip. For this one, you take one and a half ounce of Scotch whisky and dilute it with three-quarter ounces of Drambuie. Then top it off with some ice and a lemon peel.

The mix may sound fancy but legend has it that the drink got its name from the tradition of some rowdy Scotsmen stirring this concoction with a rusty nail. If that’s not manly for you then we don’t know what is.

No-nonsense drinks for the quintessential man

For the breed of men that abhors fancy cocktails served in fancy crystalware. The quintessential man’s drink is anything with ethanol in it. He won’t mind if he drinks it from a beat up tin can or from the sawed off skull of his enemies.

#6 Beer. The most ancient and manliest drink of all and enjoyed by all social classes. Beer is jokingly referred to as a “liquid meal” by its most devoted drinkers. It contains both alcohol and a good amount of carbohydrates no red-blooded man should ever fear to chug. [Read: 12 quick ways to go from sloshed to alert]

#7 Gin and Tonic. A classic drink that calls for 1:1 ratio of gin and tonic water finished with a slice of lime. This drink was originally introduced by British soldiers in India as a way to mask the bitter taste of quinine in tonic water they drunk to prevent malaria. Sounds unmanly but we think they just wanted an excuse to get drunk while taking their medicine.

#8 Rum and cola. As straightforward as the name implies, this concoction calls for a combination of cola and infamously high proof Caribbean rum. This drink is often served over ice and topped with a slice of lime to give an acidic accent to the dark, bitter, and crisp mixture swirling beneath. A manly drink that’s sure to give you a baritone voice if you’re sober enough to speak after the first glass.

#9 Mojito. This drink gets its manliness from being the favorite drink of Pulitzer-winning author Ernest Hemingway. The Mojito calls for two parts spiced rum, one part soda, along with a garnish of mint leaves, some lime juice, and crushed ice. We probably think that the drink influenced him to say the famous quote “write drunk, edit sober.” [Read: The 5 biggest factors that boost a man’s sexual market value]

Crazy drinks for the craziest of men

These are drinks born during desperate times and more often a health risk than a pleasurable sip. Taking a shot is like playing a game of Russian roulette with your liver. Only the manliest gets through a glass and still stands on their feet.

#10 Naga Chili Vodka. If vodka itself is not manly enough, why not add another dash of manliness by pickling Naga chili peppers in it? Just so you know, Naga peppers rank up at 250,000 units on the Scoville heat scale. This means every bottle needs an FDA warning sticker that reads “drink at your own risk.”

#11 Moonshine. Moonshine is simply whiskey that omits the barrel aging and health standards involved in normal whiskey production. It was made popular by bootleggers during the Prohibition Era by means of homemade stills built from car radiators. They were used to distill alcohol from grain mash.

The resulting drink can be clear or cloudy with expected high alcohol content and some additive by-products that sometimes kills the drinker. There are still some craft distillers that produce this alcoholic drink that follows safety standards. But only a true man drinks something otherwise used as a firebomb. [Read: How to unleash your inner alpha male]

#12 Everclear. If moonshine is not enough to scare you, try Everclear with its 190 proof alcohol content. What does 190 proof mean? It means that once you open the bottle, you cannot (1) put your eye near the mouth of the bottle unless you want to go blind, and (2) you cannot light a cigarette a few minutes after opening a bottle.

Seriously, the label of this drink says “don’t consume on its own.” So, if you want to prove something, dilute this first with a liter of water before consuming or else you’ll be like Jesus dying for three days before waking up with a bad hangover.

[Read: Girly drinks galore! 24 girly drinks that’ll help you order the right one for a girl]

As far as alcohol is concerned, real men would rather take a shot rather than argue whether they are manly drinks or not. After all, real men drink whatever they want!

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