#dear naga help me

[cold-kitty]

Hello! Can we please get more Yan!Naga? Maybe after reader is healed and reader is trying to leave?

Dear lord I'm praying for you.

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Contains: kidnapping, abuse (just really really bad), terror, regret, angsty(?), non-human yandere.

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Yan!Naga who expected it honestly. he knew you were scared of him, so he saw it coming.

Yan!Naga who prepared for this, he had a whole plan ready. he gave you a double dosage of affection after it, trying to give you every reason to stay.

but... you try again?

Yan!Naga who is heartbroken. he doesn't know what to do. i did everything right! everything and he still doesn't love me... *sniffle*

Yan!Naga who definitely cries. like, bawling and sobbing. he knows he can't waste time getting to you, but it's so hard to get up for him.

Yan!Naga who lugs himself off the bed - still sniffling - and bursts out of the cabin.

Yan!Naga who doesn't find you as quickly as the first time, but he does nonetheless.

Yan!Naga who tackles you, full on body slamming you into the ground and knocking the air out of your lungs.

Yan!Naga who buries his face into your stomach, crying. why!? i'm really trying, really really trying! *wailing*

Yan!Naga whose heart only breaks more as you try to pull away, and he knows he has to do something.

you couldn't move when you were injured, you had to stay. you had to.

Yan!Naga who cries as he moves down your body, his tail keeping you tight in place. i'm sorry! i'm so sorry but i need to do this, i need you to stay!

Yan!Naga who grabs your ankle, cradling it like a baby. but that doesn't last long before-

CRUNCH

oh. oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no that was worse than it was supposed to be...

Yan!Naga who wails, his body shaking. he looks so heartbroken, so disgustingly desperate.

Yan!Naga who purposely had his tail in your mouth, muffling your scream.

Yan!Naga who only meant to twist your ankle, not to have a bone sticking out of your leg. i-i can fix it! please, PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!

Yan!Naga who keeps you silenced, letting you bite down on his tail as hard as you want to help with the pain. he can't even look at you right now he's so ashamed.

Yan!Naga who picks you up as gently as he possibly can, cradling you like stardust. he moves as fast as he can to get to the cabin, still sobbing his heart out.

Yan!Naga who handles the wound well, and it heals pretty good for such a thing.

Yan!Naga who had refused to go around you unless needed, ashamed.

Yan!Naga who dislikes the way you stare at him from them on, pure terror.

Yan!Naga who really tries to make things normal again - and almost succeeds - but there's always something, an underlying something that was different.

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Naga is a crybaby, but this time it was reasonable. And I know what you're thinking, "how does he do that instead of twisting your ankle? he meant to!" non-human. he doesn't understand exactly how brittle your bones are.

~🐈‍⬛

[nagaparadise]

Okay, hear me out. What if the reader is sleeping with one of the Nagas, his tail wraped around and between their legs, and they wake up really horny but also trapped with his tail so they decide to just grind against it until they come or the Naga wakes up and takes care of them? What do you think they'd do? Especially curious about Rune's reaction but happy to hear about all of them 😁 I just feel like the scales would feel really good. Also... Love this blog❤️

Your mind was heavy with drowsiness, but the cool scales between your thighs lit a fire in your stomach and groin. At first you began to grind absentmindedly, but quickened your pace when you realized just how satisfying his scales felt against your sex...

Similar to the horned viper, Rune's scales protrude a lot, to the point where they can be rough and a little spiny to the touch. You found that they chafed against your thighs just slightly, but the pleasure you felt as they rubbed along your groin was addicting. You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm with every pass along his hard tail, and once you hit your limit, you found yourself carelessly releasing a loud, drawn out moan. Coming down from your high, and with your head still heavy with sleep, you were about to nestle your head back into Rune's chest when your eyes happened to flutter open to see his golden eyes burn with slight disapproval, and you realize that he must have been watching you the whole time.

"I see you've had your fun," Rune growls as he pins you down with his four arms. "But now it's my turn."

The Forest Guardian's scales don't protrude too much, but they're a lot softer to the touch, and felt delightful along your thighs and groin. Your grinding was very carefree, and you felt like you were closer to falling back asleep than reaching your orgasm until you felt fingers dance along your thighs, and inch closer to your sex.

"Awake already?" A warm puff of air passed over your ear and shoulder, and was followed by a small kiss. "Allow me to help, my love."

Halloran's scales are very smooth and don't protrude at all, meaning that you had to harshly grind against his tail just to get some sort of satisfying friction. This woke up him right away, but luckily for you, he was in the exact same mood as you. Without a second thought, his tentacles slid around your thighs, torso, and groin, with its suckers clinging onto the inside of your thighs and groin. His hands and tentacles grasped the sides of your waist, encouraging you to continue, which you do without hesitation.

"Where I'm lackin' in one place I make up in another," he says with a grin, and his tentacles squeeze harder into your sex, eliciting a moan from you. "Just leave it to me, dear. I'll make sure you get your desires."

[aziraphales-library]

Hello dear mods!! I was wondering if you knew of any spicy Naga!Crowley fics. Im having a hard time finding them. I think preferably E rated but im also happy with M too :))

If u cant find anything then thats fine! Its a hard tag to find (for me anyway)! And i hope all of you have a nice day!

Thank you :D

Of course! We do have a #naga crowley tag!

The Ritual (+ art) by chamyl [E]

Aziraphale swallows around the knot in his throat. “Crawly, I need you to listen to me very carefully. There are only two kinds of ritual. If you have rejected the sacrifice of a living being, they will expect you to accept their other offering. Which will be… well, a mate.”

“A mate?”

“A human. To… to keep. In your rooms.”

A Garden of Earthly Delights by Sodium_Azide [E]

When an accidentally-poisoned Crowley runs amuck through London for days, Aziraphale eventually tracks him down and does his best to try to help and not get torn to pieces by claws or venomous fangs. Once the angel is finally able to communicate a little with his delirious demon, the situation changes quickly as Aziraphale makes the best of a bad situation. He had imagined their first time being a bit more romance-novel, but that's not what Crowley needs, and the angel can move fast when he has to.

The Fruit of Eden by TawnyOwl95 [E]

Crawly finds himself in a pickle. Aziraphale helps him to feel better.

Normal Services Are Suspended by entanglednow [E]

Crowley is half snake for the foreseeable future and Aziraphale is determined to make himself useful.

Deep (In The Jungle) by ladydragona, SylWritesStuff [E]

Being lost in the jungle is the last thing Aziraphale was expecting and yet here he is. Lost, with no map, dwindling food, and on a time limit. Almost drowning was also not on the menu but a mysterious saviour might just be what he needs.

~Mod N

[annaberunoyume]

Wally's new powers (Naga!Wally Darling x GN! Reader)

MY VERY FIRST WELCOME HOME FANFIC! I hope you enjoy! 😁

Wally's new powers (Naga!Wally Darling x GN! Reader)

(Sequel: https://www.tumblr.com/annaberunoyume/714038926701101056/sleepy-tight-hugs-in-the-night-nagawally?source=share)

It had started small. In the Neighbourhood, Wally was his usual, cheery self. Only, this morning, his legs seemed more sluggish than usual. They seemed like they did not want to obey Wally and would rather stay in bed. And they felt rather warm. Wally still went about his day.

Later on, when Julie told a particularly good joke, Wally chuckled, but for some reason, he lisped. Almost like a hiss. Perhaps was it an abscess or a button on the tongue. Odd...Wally did not feel anything in his mouth.

In the late afternoon, when the sun was slowly beginning to fade, he was dreaming about his secret crush, Y/N. The mere thought of them made Wally drift into amorous thoughts and utterly forget Barnaby in front of him... His reveries were so powerful that rings of colours seems to filter through his eyes...

''Wally? Wally? What are....yooou...dooo...?''

''Huh, what is it, Barnaby? Barnaby?''

Wally looked, incredulous. Barnaby was still as a statue, arms sagged on each side of his torso and his mouth ajar. But that wasn't the surprise. The surprise was...those rings of green, dark green, purple, yellow and some shades of orange. Round and round like a carrousel. Wally began to feel afraid...

''Barnaby....Barnaby! Please, wake up!'', he waved his hand before him,

But the tall, chunky dog did not stir. Wally shook his shoulders, nothing. Wally even gently slapped his cheeks, nothing. Panic started to creep in. But then...His legs felt like over-cooked noodles. He collapsed. Panting, Wally looked down. Since he was wearing shorts (for the hot day), he could see, to his fright, his legs being slowly but steadily covered in the same coloured stripes he saw in Barnaby's eyes. And try as he might, he could not get up, it was as if his legs were lead. With colossal willpower and adrenaline, he managed to limp his way, towards Home...

(TIMESKIP)

Y/N was quietly reading a book when their (favourite colour) telephone rang. They picked up.

''Hello?''

''Oh, thank Henson! I need your help, dear!'', a barely composed, familiar voice, answered. Y/N smirked at how Wally was ever so polite, even in crisis.

''What's the matter, Wally?''

''It's...It's my legs! They hurt and I can't move them!'', they could hear Home creak, squeak and bang in alarm.

Y/N gasped, ''Say no more, I'm on my way! Hang on!'', they slammed the telephone and dashed like the wind towards Wally's Home...

(A LITTLE LATER)

Y/N knocked.

''Wally? (knock knock) Are you in here?'', for an answer, Home opened herself to Y/N. As soon as they were inside, they were shocked to see Home protectively craddling Wally in her goo. Said goo wrapped around his legs... They gently approach the curled up yellow puppet man and gently stroked his shoulder.

Wally looked up, in tears, ''What's the matter with me? They hurt so much...They're burning and stretching....Help me....'' he said miserably.

''Will you let me see it?''

He nodded. Home gently lifted a tad her gooey, dark veil...And to Y/N's stupor...Wally's legs were shortless, melted together, with stripes of many colours, like the legs of an unfortunate wax doll left in the sun. Wally's breath quivered and he sniffed.

''P-Please, Y/N...Make it stop...''

''I don't know how....But...It seems to be growing...into a tail...'', unsured of what to do, Y/N gently ran her left hand in Wally's thick, blue hair, shushing him. The tearful puppet man wrapped his right hand around Y/N's left cheek and sniffed, closing his eyes and nestling his nose into their neck...He tried to calm his breathing and found that it lessen the pain, the calmer he was.

Meanwhile, the legs kept gently growing like a thick vine, creaking and making an almost boiling sound...Getting longer...and longer...and longer...Its stripes glowed darker in its colours and neatly settled for bright, warm cozy hues....Wally breathed in and out...In...And out...In...And out...enjoying, despite himself, the sweet fragrant of Y/N.

''Ssssh...Breathe,Wally...Breathe...You're safe...I'm here...Sssh...''

'' (Breathy, calm sigh)''

Wally couldn't help but smile, despite his predicament. His crush was here and he had never been closer to them. He was so grateful to them for coming so quickly...And holding him and soothing him...He hummed and slowly opened his eyes...

''Hum, Wally?''

''Yes, dear?''

''Your...Your eeyes...'', Y/N felt their mind melting like ice-cream. They still managed to take their pocket mirror and open it for him. He gasped. In his eyes danced rings of many enthralling warm hues...Like a kaleidoscope. He touched his cheeks...How could he stop it? Wait...Was it these that froze Barnaby?

''How...What?...''

Y/N shook their head, awake again. Thankfully, somehow Wally's eyes returned to normal.

''I think I know what happened to you. By some magic, you turned into a naga.''

''Naga?''

''Half man, half snake. And it seems you can hypnotize, too. Good thing I had my mirror handy.''

Wally's mouth was ajar. So...he was stuck like this? And he would enchant his friends like this, forevermore? He suddenly realised what that entailed...He sighed, shuddering and burried his head into his arms, tail huddling close to his frame.

''I don't want to be a naga. What will I do, what will become of me?'', he sniffed.

''I wish I knew, Wally...'', but then, Y/N brightened a little, ''But, you know...I've always loved nagas.''

''You have?''

''Yes...And now that I look...'' they said, getting up and walking a few steps to admire it, ''These colours really suits you.''

Wally dried his eyes and began to smile. It did look pretty, like his painting palette. He lowered his hands on the floor and pushed himself up. Amazingly, his tail did not feel like lead and did not ache anymore. It was big, but agile. He was up, again! He experienced and was in wonder at how easily it moved to his liking. He even chuckled with a hiss.

''And besides, perhaps you can learn to control your eyes.''

Wally nodded, still focused on his tail, ''And I bet this tail gives the best hugs...'', his smile suddenly turned devious, ''Huh? What are you-'', started Y/N, but they were caught by coils and lifted in the air.

''Hahaha, gotcha!'', he said in a mock-evil voice, but then realised what he did, blushing.

''Ah-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-''

''Ah, no, it's okay, your tail is in fact pretty comfy.'' reassured Y/N. They hummed and nuzzled it.

''Almost like plush.''

Wally gasped quietly, his cheeks now reddish-orange. They...they complimented him...And they hugged him...He felt...He felt...

''Wally?...You okay?''

Wally said nothing, but gently, gently lowered them to their eye level...He smiled shyly at them and gently tightened his tail around their body...Like a warm hug...

''Are you keeping me safe? Am I your treasure?'', cooed Y/N, understanding Wally's feelings immediatly.

''Yesss...'', his eyes half-closed dreamily, ''I wanted to confess it to you...'' , his yellow lips ghosted Y/N's...

''For ssso long...''

They finally shared a kiss. He stroked their cheeks tenderly and coiled around them even more...

Home had to contain a creak of fangirling...Then she purposely closed her eyes to let you two be...

THE END

GIF above found here: http://clipart-library.com/clipart/AcbrpXjgi.htm

[ariellewm]

Prince Czar Agskaga: Hypnosis Headcanon

Authors Note:

!! Warning !! If you are uncomfortable with Naga's, snakes, hypnosis, coiling, etc this may not be for you.

My Naga character is also consensual when it comes to using his ability. I figured I would try out showcasing what his hypnosis is like as I've never written anything like this out before.

Prince Czar Agskaga profile can be found HERE for a more descriptive idea of what he looks like.

Czar is the kind of Naga that does not overwhelm those he puts under his hypnotic gaze. He is consensual on the matter in helping others with sleeping, stress, anxiety, etc. He isn't like the other Naga's/Nagi's that possess the person as Czar is uncomfortable doing such a thing.

He likes to get to know the female sapien (human) he finds he fancies. Czar will bring them his special Amber Lily tea, serve them like the gentleman (or gentle serpent) he is.

He'll give you nicknames, ones that will keep you blushing. Dear, darling, sweet thing, angel, precious, vixen, princess (even if they aren't one), etc. Czar amuses himself by your cute expressions as he teases you by those names.

He understands there are some that are uneasy about their kind. He'll try his best to make them comfortable around him.

And he can definitely tell when someone is in distress or exhausted. Dark circles under their eyes, unbalanced stance, the dizziness. He'll call you out (not in a rude way of course).

"My dear, you look ssso tired. Have you been getting enough sssleep?"

That deep, sultry voice of his along with his charms can easily get to you. The topic in helping you bring solace to your troubles with the power of a Naga's hypnosis comes up. He'll ask, consensually, if you're willing to try it to help you relax and give you the rest you need.

If you aren't afraid of his black and red, golden saddle pattern coils, he will definitely use them. Naga's have heavy coils, therefore, he tries to limit how much of his body to put on you.

He'll start from the bottom. Sliding over your legs, gently coiling around the calves, thighs, hips and waist. Your arms are free, but he'll ask if you want to be completely coiled. If so, the arms are tucked in, his tail gliding over your chest and shoulders. The end of his tail will either rest loosely around the neck or perhaps pet/brush your hair back.

The coolness of his scales relaxes the body, tingling your stiff muscles. He doesn't like coiling too tightly. Just lightly squeezing and releasing, enabling you to still breathe properly.

Sometimes the Naga Prince will massage their shoulders, neck, and especially the temples. It's the easiest way to get anyone to deeply relax. He'll chuckle at your dazed expression as he massages your temples and cheeks.

His eyes will slowly become aglow as he continues to coil you. You look deeply into his lovely crimson, ruby like eyes. You see fire. A gentle roaring fire dances before you...

"That'sss it...look deeper into the fire. Relaxxx, let your mind become blank." He purrs, brushing a strain of your hair behind your ear.

Shyly you attempt to turn away to only have him bring your attention back to his gaze. "My dear, don't look away from me now *chuckles with a hiss*."

Czar will continue to massage that stiff shoulder of yours, rub your temples in pleasant soothing circles. He'll softly squeeze you, bringing his hands (or the tip of his tail) to lift that sweet chin of yours, preventing you from looking away.

He'll tease you with words, hissing into your ears. "Awww, how adorable. Wasss that a yawn just now? *Chuckle* Sssuch lovely eyesss you have."

Your mind will start to become blank. Your body is more relaxed than it's ever been. You can't look away from the dancing glowing fire before you. A satisfying sigh escapes as you melt into his comforting coils of his.

He won't leave you alone once you're completely under the hypnosis. Oh no he absolutely would hate that. Leaving such a beautiful angel in the coils of a Naga dazed and alone...no that won't do.

Czar will tell you stories, stories of old and myth. He has much knowledge about Zarth and his ancestors he'll gladly tell. Perhaps Czar will continue with his studies about The Crystals of Peace or read a book. Looking over the Naga will check on you, squeeze you in a tender manner while you remain hypnotized and comfortable.

At random times Czar will ask his relaxed angel a favor. Maybe he'll make you grab a book he's been seeking from the grand library, bring him sweets (he did this quite a bit as a teen back at the Amber Palace), or bring forth a person of interest.

If he is helping someone fall asleep, his hypnosis will go even deeper.

His glowing eyes dance even more. Czar will soothe you, shush you if you try to speak. "No more talk, darling. Only ressst." His cool tail brushes over your dazed face. Teasing words from that deep voice of his. Sometimes he'll even hum you a song, bringing you ever so deeper into slumber.

"Ssso soft and warm under my coilsss. *Chuckles* Oh? *Hiss* Do I see a blusssh forming? Perhapsss I ssshould kisssss it better, my dear?"

Czar will kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your brow (never on the lips) to bring you deeper and deeper.

Your eyes will begin to have a very hard time staying open. His rubbing on those temples of yours, that deep echoey tone in his voice that seemed to surround you.

"Sssleep, my dear. You dessserve thisss ressst. Sssleep, and dream. Sssleep, and ressst. I ssshall wake you in a while."

Your fluttering eyes shut at the sound of his gentle words. Deep sleep taking over you. Sleeping in tranquility and comfort of the Naga Prince.

And again he won't leave you alone as you slumber. Most likely Czar will take a nap next to you as well or perhaps continue reading his books.

You'll either find yourself back in your quarters or loosely coiled by the Naga Prince. Refreshed, you feel like you can take on the day with the amount of good sleep you've gotten from His Illustrious Eminence.

Czar asks if you've gotten enough sleep or how you are feeling. Czar, being the teasing snake he is, will stop you from leaving...coiling your ankle before letting you go. Or perhaps you'd like to go through the process all over again, which he wouldn't mind (if he didn't have royal duties to perform or study).

Artwork of Czar Agskaga done by @wyyvernn

[falling-star-cygnus]

This will probably happen in the show later and it’s already confirmed that sir snake man (sorry but his name is impossible to remember) but let’s say Charlie get another invite to heaven. They invite her to ask about the hotel, keeping snake man a secret, but they will genuinely give her a chance. She ends up running into the snake man again and as confirmed, he doesn’t remember them. How would that go

this feels like something Sera would actually do too

i've been toying with this idea actually!

without further ado, i hope you enjoy❗❗

{All things considered, Charlie thought that meeting went surprisingly well! Sure, it seemed like Sera was hiding something... but what else was new? She did hide the exterminations from Emily and the rest of the winners after all sooo maybe Charlie was just being paranoid}

{Anyway her redemption plan was getting approved! Positives, she reminds herself, positives.}

{A sigh flutters out of her chest, weighed down with all the emotions she didn't want to think about at the moment. It was a trick Vaggie had taught her; bundle all the negative thoughts into a ball, hold it for a second- and breathe it out.}

{She could do this.}

{A bump against Charlie's shoulder makes her drop the flashcards she had been clutching, sending them scattering over the clouds of Heaven's floor.}

"Oh, I am sso sssorry, my dear- let me help you." "That's ok! Accidents happen... after- all.."

{Charlie's stomach swoops down to her hooves.}

{He looks different, both entirely and not at all, with pristine white scales and a charmingly dopey smile. The familiar hissing undertone under his words soothes an open wound she hadn't known she'd been nursing}

"...Pentious?"

{The naga looks up, blinking one eye after the other as the two stare each other down. When he straightens, flashcards held to his chest, Charlie can't help but throw herself at him and hug the snake tight.}

"Pentious! You're alive?" "Uh..."

{Pentious' clawed fingertips awkwardly pat her back}

"Well- I mean, right, you're not alive- but you're here! Pentious, I-"

{Charlie pulls back just slightly, tears glossing her eyes as she smiles up at the redeemed naga. She was so relieved that he hadn't disappeared it almost sent her to her knees. Her hotel worked!}

"I'm so proud of you! Oh- oh! We have to tell Cherri! She won't admit it, but she's missed you! We've- all missed you!"

{Sir Pentious nods, looking confused in that 'pretending-not-to-be' way of his. An icy feeling spreads in her throat.}

"Pentious...?" "I'm- terribly ssorry, but... have we met befffore?"

{The frost grips her heart like a pincer attack, spreading through her veins and rooting her in place. She can't breathe, she can't think-}

{Pentious... didn't remember her?}

{Did he remember anybody?}

"I-" "Sir Pentious!"

{Emily's voice cuts through the squeak of Charlie's aborted sentence.}

{Numbly, she registers the naga handing back her dropped flashcards back with an apologetic smile. She can see the baby seraph leading him away with hushed, lightly scolding words. Maybe she could've made them out, if her blood wasn't roaring in her ears; if breathing hadn't suddenly become an insurmountable task.}

{Sera's hand when had she gotten here? is disturbingly gentle on her back as she leads the princess back to the portal. The head seraphim might've said something along the way, she might've offered an explanation that was riddled with even more secrets}

{Charlie couldn't hear her if she did}

"He doesn't... remember us?"

{Sera's nose- where her nose would be- scrunches with a wince. She awkwardly ushers the princess into the portal with the intent of avoiding this conversation entirely}

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

{Anger breaks through the hazy film over Charlie's mind like a bullet. She can feel her horns ripping up through her hairline, her eyes shifting colors as she whirls on the seraphim}

"You just weren't going to say anything?"

{The portal closes without a snap, anticlimactic as she's left puffing at the wall of her hotel. The hotel that had redeemed her friend. Her friend that didn't remember her.}

{Her friend that Sera had tried to keep a secret}

{Charlie's fist rocks into the wall before she realizes it.}

"DAMNIT."

[thetypingpup]

[12:05 am] “Well well, what do we have here?”

Seonghwa’s voice cuts through the silence of night like a blade. Instantly, your heart quickens in excitement as you squint through the shadows to see him. You know it’s to no avail; he’ll reveal himself to you once he wants you to see him. You answer his query to a cluster of shadowed trees, telling him, “I came to see you.”

“Is that why you’re in this part of the woods all by yourself? Don’t want anyone to know about us?” The elongated hiss as he says ‘us’ sends a shiver down your spine. You can’t deny the thrill of having a secret lover, a naga at that, a creature people either fear or don’t believe exists. But you were never afraid, and that only draws him to you more.

“I like the thought of having you to myself.” Is your cheeky retort. With a pleased hiss, he begins to slither around you, hints of blue scales shimmering in the moonlight as he glides across the grass. Slowly, his tail wraps around you in coils, not so subtly fitting to every curve and contour of your body. The cold press of his scales sends a pleasant shiver through you. He takes his time wrapping his long serpent tail around your body, circling you all the while, squeezing just tight enough to keep you in place. You bite your lip at the cool sensation of his tail brushing against your almost bare thighs, squeezing your legs together in anticipation.

As soon as he’s got you completely captured in his grasp, he emerges from the moonlight. The scales of his tail give way to a bare human torso, the moonlight giving the toned planes a regal, silver glow. He’s pulled his long dark hair back to keep his face unobscured, sharp eyes green as emeralds glinting in the light. You’re pulled into his gaze, entranced by his visage, barely able to spare a glance at the rest of his face. You watch him, transfixed and rendered immoble by his serpentine lower half, eagerly awaiting what he has in store. You can’t help but melt under his icy stare as he hungrily takes you in, letting out a soft gasp at the sight of his long tongue sweeping over his lower lip.

A pleased sigh escapes your lips as he brushes the back of his hand over your face, sharp claws just barely grazing the curve of your cheek. He muses aloud, his words taking the form of a languid purr, “You look so pretty tonight, my dear. Very, very pretty. What’s the occasion?”

“I want you to take me, completely.” You tell him, your words heavy with unspoken implications.

His brows quirk in surprise for a brief moment before a more impish expression settles over his features. He smirk foretells licentious intent, and his fangs glint as he inquires, “Is that so? If that’s what you wanted my dear, you didn’t need to go through such lengths to entice me. I already find you irresistible.”

You had taken extra time deciding what to wear, choosing clothes that most flatter your figure and provide the easiest access, even going as far as to forgo panties, because “I wanted to. I wanted to show you that I’m ready for you.”

He moans outright at this, slithering against you in excitement. He’s been waiting to hear those words from the moment he laid eyes on you, and hearing that your desires align with his excites him beyond compare. His thumb presses into your cheek as he gently grasps your jaw, the action making you part your lips. He leans in, just close enough for his next words to brush against your lips, “Open up for me”

Instantly, you slacken your jaw just a bit, and he presses his mouth to yours in a searing kiss. A sneaky sweep of his tongue just past the seam of your lips already has you moaning against him, the buildup of anticipation already reaching its boiling point. Arousal flows down between your legs in a rush of liquid heat as he slides his long tongue into your mouth, already leaving you trembling for more. Your head tips back as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue deeper and licking into your mouth, humming in satisfaction all the while. He nips your bottom lip, and you feel the hypnotic effects of his aphrodisiac venom seeping into your system in the next moment.

The added lust from his venom make his next words all the more alluring, “Mmm, you taste just as good as you look, my dear. I can’t wait to dine on you some more.”

With that, Seonghwa goes back to ravenously kissing you, and you grip his arms as you try to keep up with his relentless pace. One of his hands tilts your chin up to tilt your head back, while the other sneaks down your shirt and gropes your breast. He all but fucks your mouth with his tongue, going from holding your chin to grasping the back of your head to keep you in place. The more he kisses you, the more hypnotized you become, completely surrendering to the trance of titillation that takes over your mind. He groans softly in delight, all but devouring you through his kisses, while you rut your hips to try and get the slightest bit of friction. 

“I want to make a complete mess of you,” He snarls against your lips, “To cum in you and pump you full of my seed. Would you like that, darling?”

Nothing would please you more. Your core practically aches to be filled, heat emanating from your centre. He loosens his tail just enough to spread your legs, keeping his tail coiled tight around your waist. Your legs fall open easily, slick arousal practically pouring from your entrance and dripping onto him. 

“Take me.” You beg, grabbing his forearms, “Take me. I’m already ready. Please, just take me. I want to feel you so fucking bad.”

His brow hitches in intrigue, “You prepared for this? For me? Oh darling you shouldn’t have.”

He lines you up right at his sheathe, the very tip of his cocks prodding at your entrance. You don’t care that you’re out in the open and exposed, so exposed you feel the cool breeze right against your heated folds. All you want is him. All you need is Seonghwa to claim you already. Already, you feel yourself fluttering around the tips, legs spreading wider to try and take him in. By now your eyes have hazed over, and the most beautiful faraway look of lust settles over your face. He takes you in ravenously, one of his hands reaching down to caress your thigh.

“Are you ready, darling?” He barely gets the query out before you’re nodding emphatically, bucking your hips. With a rumbling snarl, he enters you, both of his cocks breaching your entrance and sliding into you, muffling your cry with his mouth. The deeper his cocks slide into you, the further his tongue slides into your mouth, and he completely sheathes himself in you.

[hugemilkshake]

Hi, I have another idea with the Shadow Milk cookie

And you can add Naga and Hypnotism.

(if anything Shadow Milk Cookie Naga)

(This is a reference to the movie The Jungle Book)

Here is the plot :

Anyway, after Pure Vanilla cookie told Green Spinach cookie to go to cookie city.

Green Spinach cookie I ran away through the jungle and realized that I didn't want to go to the city of Cookie. White lily cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie decided to find her in the depths of the jungle. Meanwhile, Green Spinach cookie was wandering through the jungle, and stopped at a tree and sat down, and suddenly the tail of the Shadow Milk cookie appeared and wrapped around his waist. Shadow Milk Cookie told Green Spinach cookie to believe him.

Green Spinach cookie said she no longer believes. Shadow Milk cookie then used hypnosis on the Green Spinach cookie to make her believe. And Shadow Milk Cookie started singing "Trust in me."

(If anything, the song "Trust in me" is a reference to the jungle book)

Please🙂.

Enjoy the milkshake! Now I had to look up what a naga is at like 1 am because sleep is not on my schedule and I’m currently writing this at 1-2 am, I’m so so sleepy and filled with cosmic dread which is a girly pop move✨

Naga Shadow Milk

-platonic scenario???-

Everything was going horribly wrong.

The Faerie kingdom was in total chaos.

The ancient beasts broke the seal, and they were more beast than they were cookie which was a little frightening.

But you and your friends had to split up due to the amount of chaos that was happening around you

Unfortunately for you, you were in the vast forest of beast yeast. Outside of the Faerie Kingdom. Outside of any sort of protection.

The yeast spores were not too friendly…

You had to climb up a tree to escape them

Everything was better than it was like five minutes ago until you saw some sort of snake tail with eyes on it fall from above yiu…

“Oh dear it seems to me like your in a bit of a bad situation~”

The head of a cookie came from above, and all you could do to describe this “cookie” was that the top part was a cookie while the bottom part was a snake.

Creepy.

“Would you like some help my dear cookie?”

Ah sure why the hell not, you were stuck in a tree when the world around you is basically burning.

The cookie smiled and he started to him a little tune

It was almost… hypnotic…

You couldn’t tell what was happening, there was… snake… burning… singing… snakes..?

God you were starting to black out…

Hopefully this doesn’t end horribly…

[smallestapplin]

*not me at 1 am seeing requests are open* I AM COMMITTED!

What about a noodle standoff?

Like whaddya think would transpire if naga Volo tried to shimmy his way into our heart but ours already lies with Ingo? Noodle warden takes one look at the blondie and goes:

“Enemy spotted.”

Oooo don’t mind if I do👀

Volo is tryna be a homewrecker, so do keep that in mind. It’s very one sided, as reader is with Ingo.

-

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Volo isn’t use to not getting his way, he’s a gorgeous man, he knows this. So why don’t you want him?

He’s never been more infuriated, than seeing you parade around with that warden.

Watching you and that python hybrid converse, how you swoon over him.

Volo loathes it! You’re suppose to be his mate, not that fallen sky reject’s! You’re too good for such a sad, pathetic looking man.

But you starting a courtship with the warden, doesn’t stop Volo, not in the slightest, he’s determined to make you his.

And he knows exactly how to start.

“You’re giving me this?”

The merchant smiles, his sharp teeth poking out from behind his lips.

“Of course! Anything for my favorite customer. I figured with you going to the highlands and Icelands, it’ll be good for you.”

The tip of his golden tail wags slightly in the grass, excited for you to try on the scarf he got you.

It’s a beautiful white scarf, with lovely golden swirls as a design, it’s dangerously soft, like a cloud in your hands.

“Thank you Volo, this is very nice of you!”

His smile widens as he watches you swap it around your neck, watching you bury your face in its softness.

Oh humans and their weak sense of smell.

Don’t worry, dear, the only smell coming off of you is him.

Soon you’ll leave that bastard, and be his mate instead.

The thought of Ingo makes him want to hiss, that filthy warden took you from him! He just needs you back and at his side, in his coils.

Volo watches you leave, happily hoping Ingo will leave you after smelling another on you.

Yet nearly the opposite happened.

Walking into Ingo’s home, he reacted almost instantly. The python hybrid was at your side, ready to greet you, only to freeze and tongue flickering more and more, tasting the air.

“Ingo?”

Confused as to what’s wrong with your boyfriend.

You nearly panic as his face drops, frown deepening and quivering, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Ingo, sweetie, what’s wrong?”

You move forward, cupping his cool face.

Despite how Ingo feels, he can’t help but lean into your touch. Silver eyes take your form in, trying to ground himself before discussing the issue.

Until he sees your scarf.

You weren’t wearing that one when you went out.

Nor did you even have a white and gold one.

“That’s a new scarf.”

You look at him, confused but answering.

“Yeah, Volo gave it to me before I got here. He said it was a gift for being his best customer, and cause I’ve been coming here more.”

Ingo ponders for a moment.

That viper hybrid has always been weirdly attached to you, always trying to get you alone, always trying to touch you in someway.

He’s never trusted that man.

Volo never seemed happy you weren’t with him, and instead with Ingo.

Ingo’s pupils turn into slits, as he lets out a low rumbling sound.

Volo is laying a courting claim on you.

“Dear, take off the scarf.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Explain to me what’s wrong, first.”

Ingo takes a few breath, trying to calm himself. This isn’t your fault, he’s not mad at you, you can’t smell that viper’s overwhelming scent on the item.

Ingo is furious with the other hybrid.

You were taken, courted by Ingo and mated to him.

So why keep trying?

“That’s a courting gift, Volo’s scent is all over it, he’s trying to lay a claim on you.”

If it had been anyone else, you would’ve called them crazy.

But you’ve only seen Ingo this deathly serious once, and that’s a time you don’t wish to relive.

You unwrap the scarf from your neck, setting it to the side just as Ingo slithers out the door.

“Wait, Ingo, where are you going?”

You quickly follow behind him.

“I’m paying a visit to a merchant.”

Ingo doesn’t care what happens, he wants to have a conversation with that man.

The entire way to the village, he thinks over what to say, or even what to do.

Volo is a viper hybrid, he has venom, unlike Ingo.

But what Ingo lacks in venom, he makes up for in strength.

And he’s going to show that.

He knows he shouldn’t, but the instinctual part of his brain tells him to fight, fight for his right to be your mate.

“Dearest, it’s best you go back to the den, I do not wish for you to see me act like this.”

“Ingo, I’m not letting you go in there alone. I just wish to talk it out.”

What did he do to deserve such a loving mate?

No matter, he will deal with this.

And once that smug smirk come into view, just outside the village gates, nearly sends him into a rage.

How dare he try something this childish.

The two stand before each other, flattening their snake halves to the ground, making themselves look bigger.

Huffing and hissing lowly.

“Ah Ingo my good man! How can I help you this fine evening?”

Volo’s smirk grows, fangs bared at the warden in front of him.

“I would’ve been better, had my mate not returned home with another’s courting gift on them.”

“Is that so? How tragic.”

Ingo’s body tenses, slowly bunching up, ready to lunge at the smug bastard.

“Ingo, please, can’t we just trash the gift, and never interacted with him again?”

His piercing eyes don’t move from Volo.

Watching the merchants face morph into shock, at hearing your words.

Trash it? But he scented that for you! How could you say such a thing!?

Their stand off feels like it might turn lethal.

[colderdrafts]

17: Happy reunion

The Great Assembly, gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). Sfw. Previous Next

Sunday comes around, and Elise drives you and Amren into town early in the morning. It's pretty quiet with only a few pedestrians mulling about for a morning stroll. Elise waves you goodbye.

"I'd hug ya for good luck, but we can't let the bitch smell me on you," she says, and then looks to Amren. "You best do your job here, Mr. Grumpy."

He waves her off, irritably flicking the tip of his tail. "You tend to forget that I'm a trained professional. I know what I'm doing."

"That's because you're not very good at showing it. But good!" Elise turns and walks away before Amren can retort. "Stay safe."

You made sure to part with Elise a good ways from the cafe, and start walking there. The closer you get, the more your feet seemingly starts dragging, hesitating as if walking to the scaffold. You feel a by now familiar knot form in the pit of your stomach, and your mouth feels dry.

"Deep breaths," Amren offers in a quiet voice, sensing your unease.

"No need to be nervous. It's only been a few days. Considering last we met, we - well, I-" he trails off, and sighs. Almost crushed her to death? "She'd be a fool to fight again so soon. We're all still healing."

You nod, swallowing the sour taste in your mouth. "I know. It's just, what if she's got backup too? What if I don't get anything from this conversation? If this goes wrong, I’m not sure what else I can do to help Irwin."

"We don't have resources for what-if's right now, Tiny. Stay in the moment."

It's not exactly helpful to your current emotional state.

The quiet city streets stretches before you, the scent of pavement and fresh morning bread from the bakeries starting today's business lingering in the air. As you walk it gently gives way from the wind and the taste of sea salt as you approach the harbor.

You round the corner of a tattoo shop and into the open, with a view of your destination. Your chest feels like it's caving in on itself.

There she is.

Mira is sitting on a comfortable garden chair in the sun outside the cafe, looking over the boats coming in and out of the harbor. She's enjoying a cup of coffee, looking like the most regular person in the world. She's wearing a large sweater, and you surmise she's hiding some nasty bandaged wounds, courtesy of Amren, under it.

You watch as her nose suddenly dives into the air, and you swear you see her stiffen - before she looks over and spots you.

She waves you over, and smiles like she's genuinely excited to see you.

You don't return it as you cautiously step closer. You feel the comforting presence of Amren hovering right behind you, his body an unmovable obstacle for anything that would try to take advantage of your blind spots.

"Oh, I'm so happy you showed! And right on time!" she greets you warmly, and motions for you to sit.

It's odd seeing her again, considering how things left off in the woods. Her friendly disposition doesn't give any clue of what has transpired between you. Her expressions lack the viciousness she displayed in the forest, expertly hidden away by a relaxed posture and calm eyes.

You glare at her and reluctantly take a seat opposite of her. Amren settles down on your left.

"Where's Irwin?" you ask as a greeting.

"So impatient! At least order some coffee!" Mira laughs. "We wouldn't want to look odd out here, would we? We're just friends having a chat."

Mira waves to someone inside, and a waiter comes out with a notepad. You do your best to seem relaxed, and place your order. Amren follows suit.

Mira politely thanks the waiter, and sniffs the air briefly at their departure. "And here I thought dear Irwin was your partner," she muses.

You frown at her. "What are you on about?"

"Well you just seemed so close at the lodge, aren't you partners?"

"That's really none of your business, is it?"

Mira laughs. "Oh, but it is! I wouldn't want to separate you two, oh no. You're so cute together!"

Your eyes harden. She's playing with you, tugging at your heart strings.

Mira turns her gaze on Amren. "But wow, you really don't waste any time, do you big guy?" she grins. "Worked out quite well for little solitary you, didn't it?'"

Amren regards her coolly, and leans forward, subtly baring a row of sharp teeth. "How are your ribs?" he hisses.

Mira's smile doesn't waver, but she can't hide the guarded snarl in her voice. "Much better."

The waiter comes back with your order, and a jolly "Enjoy!". You politely say thank you, but when you grab your drink you feel the tip of Amren's tail clench tightly around you ankle. You glance down and watch his hand doing a 'waving off' motion under the table.

Don't.

You put the drink on the table without sipping from it. If Mira notices, she doesn't comment.

Mira clasps her paws together. "So, now that we're all settled, how's this: You get to ask me something, and I get to ask you something. Sound fair?"

"Does that guarantee you'll give me a straight answer?" you deadpan.

"Will you?" she counters, sipping her coffee.

"Where's Irwin?" you ask again.

She sighs, putting the drink down. "He's with his new family, waiting for you to come along already. He misses you, you know. Having a bit of trouble adjusting without you. Talks about you when he sleeps and stuff. It's kinda cute."

You feel anger bubbling up inside, balling your fists. Keep cool. "And where does this family live?"

"A-bub-bub, that's two questions, it's my turn!" Mira wags a finger accusingly. "Now. Do you take any prescribed medications?"

Your utter bafflement must have shown, as Mira laughs heartily. "It's so much easier if you just tell me, dear."

"Why on Earth 2.0 would you want to know that?"

"To take better care of you, duh!"

You have no intention of telling her anything, the less she pries about your personal life the better.

But if you don't give her something she won't answer your next question. You settle for something simple. "I take something for seasonal allergies."

"Alright, duly noted," she doesn't look convinced, but doesn't press it. "And to your question, this family lives in a magnificent large house, with a wonderful view to a great open field. They even have their own lake. It's beautiful, and you're gonna love it."

"You say that like I'm going there," you reply.

"That's because if you want to see Irwin again, you will," she shrugs. "My turn. Do you have any hobbies? Something to do in your spare time?"

"What?"

"Hobbies!"

"Yeah I heard you, just - why?"

"Why not! We're just getting to know each other, right?"

"I'm trying to find out what you did to my friend!" you snarl at her.

"And I just told you! He's fine," she takes another sip of her coffee and settles the mug on the table. She looks at you expectantly. "I already know all about your work business, after all. Now. Hobbies?"

Like any regular person you like to indulge in some spare time fun, sure, but why does she want to know? What would that possibly give her?

You decide not to provide her.

"I don't have time for much besides work," you shrug. "It takes up my time."

Mira pouts. "Aw, that can't be true! Must be so boring. Come on, there must be something?”

"You got my reply. It’s my turn,” you assert.

She huffs, displeased, but she doesn’t fight you on it.

You think for a beat.

“Why me and Irwin?” you ask. “You could have targeted anyone, so why us?"

Mira smiles. "That's a good one! Well, put simply, you fit a description for someone my clientele was looking for is all - being a hum the most important part, obviously. Did you know your kind responds to magic differently? It's quite fascinating."

"Magic?" you frown at her. "What does that have to do with anything?"

She shrugs. "That part's not my paycheck. I just figure out who's a good match. Not any ol' hum would do, oh no.”

You cog a wary eyebrow at her, prompting an elaboration. She takes the encouragement, and gleefully continues;

“I saw you getting knocked over by your chaperon here, and when I reached out I instantly recognized the potential. You were so eager to just let bygones be bygones. Friendly, open minded to another person's struggles. Hell, when I watched you approach this jerk-," she motions at Amren, "to apologize after he knocked you down, I just knew. And then sweet Irwin? Glued to your side like a loyal lost puppy, and you just let him? Just an added bonus."

Mira leans forward toward you, and you instinctively lean back to gain some distance. She brandishes her canine fangs in a smile. "Put bluntly? You're so nice."

It’s not the first time you’ve heard that.

The way she says it like both praise and a mockery. It reminds you of how Amren used to talk about Elise, though from him it was general disdain, maybe even bordering on pity. Coming from Mira it speaks of opportunity, of taking advantage. It speaks of picking you up by the scruff of your neck and not expecting resistance. Of taking control.

Something about branding your ability to connect with others as a weakness is almost enough to make your blood boil.

"Oh, but don't feel bad! It's a virtue, really," she continues, smiling at something she sees in your expression. "Something I never want to take for granted, like many others do in this world. You hums are exceptionally good at this, so social. No stepping on anyone's toes now, hmm?"

She turns to Amren for a beat. His jaw is set like he's resisting every fiber in his body telling him to brutally sink his teeth into something.

"You know this too, don't you?" she asks him. "There's no instinct. No overpowering senses, no way to fight. The second they're on their own they're vulnerable."

"Wrong," Amren snarls. "They're highly resilient, and quite good at figuring out who to trust."

Mira barks a laugh. "Sure they are," she mocks. "Which is why they're sitting next to you? How are you handling things with that cute little temper of yours?"

Amren just looks at her unimpressed, refusing to let her get under his skin. Though his grip on your ankle tightens ever so slightly.

Seeing her taunt fall on deaf ears, she casually returns her attention to you. "Most of you are stubborn and sharp, sure, and it may take a while - but you're just not capable of resisting influence in the same way mons are. You only survive because you are so eager to connect. You just can't help yourselves and, eventually, you all break," she explains, gentle like a nurse handling an unruly patient. "I'm just here to help you pick up the pieces."

"And that's why you're taking us? That's so messed up," you whisper through gritted teeth. "This is so wrong. Why can't you see how wrong this all is?"

"Nothing wrong with bringing people closer together, so we can accommodate your weaknesses. Think of me as a matchmaker!"

"What are you gaining from all of this?" you demand. "Why would you ever do things like this? Money?"

You don't really want the answer. You don't particularly care for her monetary gains. But perhaps you just need something to make sense.

Mira nods at your interest. "The pay's good, sure, but that's not all. I also like when people can be happy with where they are. Isn't it so much better to stay in a safe environment with people who care about you? I just love that I can do that for you."

She actually looks convinced. Like she takes pride in all of this.

And you realize there’s nothing for you to gain here.

Why would you ever agree to this? She's clearly out of her mind. You've just put yourself in danger again for no reason. No way would she ever tell you exactly where to find your friend, this was just an opportunity for her to manipulate you again. It's not a trap in the sense of an ambush, but a trap none the less.

You grab Amren’s hand under the table and give it a firm squeeze. He squeezes back.

"We're done," Amren says at once, moving to get up and gently pulling you with him.

Mira looks at him surprised, before her eyes narrow to slits. "And who are you to decide that, you stinky overgrown lizard? You don't know if my friend here has more questions!"

"We're done," he repeats harshly. "And they're not your friend. You are disgusting, and you're lucky we're in public so I don't finish what I started."

"I'm lucky my friend here had the decency to stop you," she snarls at him, and then regards you fondly. "You didn't even think, did you? You just knew you didn't want me to die. You saved my life! How could I not consider you a friend?"

You get up without a word. Your legs quiver as you step over the chair.

Mira gets up too, and steps to the side, watching you mournfully. Amren strategically places himself between you and her as you move, forcing Mira to take a step back, or be in proximity of his deadly grip once again.

You vaguely note you have once again attracted curious glances from people around.

Mira notices too, looking around. She sighs, looking past Amren at you.

"I'm not going to stop you if you want to go again right now. But I do hope you'll reconsider very soon," she pulls out a phone and types something. There's a buzz in your pocket from Irwin’s phone. "Call this number when you're ready to come home."

"They won't," Amren promises, and gently but firmly starts leading you away, hand resting on your shoulder.

"Don't let this snake do the same to you as everyone else," Mira calls after you as you step away. "Don't let him take advantage of you!"

Amren glares daggers at her as you step out. You can feel the tension under his skin as he speeds up, quickly putting as much distance between you two and Mira as possible. You try not to be too bothered by the worried stares of the people you pass by. It must look odd, a furious naga practically dragging a human through the town.

After a few minutes you've gained some distance, sheltered in between the protective walls of a side street. Amren leans down toward you.

"There's no way she or someone with her is not following us," he mutters to you, still keeping up the speed. "We'll have to go somewhere else for the time being. We can't let her know where we've been staying."

"Can we slow down?" you hiss. "My legs are fucking jelly."

He huffs, but slows down to a tolerable pace. "I wanted to put some distance between us. She'll overhear anything otherwise."

"Can you tell if she's close by?" you ask.

He glances around, tasting the air. "Within earshot, I think. I don't know exactly how good coyote audition is, but I'm assuming better than most," he raises his voice slightly. "But she should be aware I will know if she tries to sneak up on us."

You're about to suggest you go find Elise, but close your mouth and shake your head. You pull out your phone instead, and type in a message for him to read. Should we go find Elise?

He takes your phone and types a reply. Not yet. Need to be sure they've gone.

Let's go to my apartment, then. They already know about that, but no way they'll hear us in there.

He nods.

You keep a brisk pace through the city in a somber silence. You do your best to keep your head down, but you still feel like everyone around you is looking you over more than once. Keeping an eye on you. The curious stares makes you want to hide somewhere.

You miss Irwin in moments like these. He'd have some sort of ridiculous quip at the ready to bring you out of the dark thoughts, easy as pie. You glance at your current escort, sharp eyes narrowed and constantly scanning around the area, his general aura suggesting he's ready to tear someone to bits.

It’s a little other than from what you’re used to when walking down these streets.

Though, despite the haphazard situation, and the off-putting hostile look on his face, there's a safety in knowing he's on the offense like this for your sake. You've no doubt Amren can smell your fear, and is responding to it in the only way he knows how.

You put a hand on his arm, and he glances at you briefly.

He doesn't have the resources for emotional alleviation, but he has it for a defensive reassurance. And perhaps that works just as well in this situation.

It seems Mira kept her word, as no one has approached you since the cafe, and Amren has not picked up on anything lurking in the shadows. It's not a guarantee of your safety yet, but it's a reprieve that allows you to calm down a bit as you walk. At a certain point, and at your stern complaint, Amren stops partially dragging you, and starts slithering next to you instead, mumbling a small apology. Seems the brisk pace helped him clear his head as well.

Not too long later you reach the edge of the street where you managed to rent a small apartment when you first moved here.

Entering the complex, you try your best to ignore the intense eye of someone sitting in a car nearby.

You let Amren in the hallway, and hurry toward your door, eager to see your home after quite a while longer than you had first anticipated apart. There's always a sense of relief associated with coming home to something familiar.

As you stalk the hallways of the complex, you realize the house-guest you've brought over is still keenly staring at and seemingly judging the area, as if assessing the integrity of the walls. You suppress a chuckle, and unlock the door for him.

You apartment is a three-room you got lucky with. It's not exactly luxury, but it's a roof over your head and a safe space from the troubles of the world, and the things you mostly wish to forget.

Well, it used to be.

The second you step inside, you note something is wrong. There's a specific stale smell of a place that has not been utilized for more than a week, though you note some of your items are out of place. You hold out an arm to stop Amren before he goes in further.

"Someone's been in here," you mutter, looking around.

You must have looked ridiculously paranoid, seeing as you haven't even been inside yet, but Amren just nods, and gently pushes past your outstretched arm. "Let me do my job, then. Stay put."

He starts quietly wandering back and forth in your apartment, sometimes tasting the air. You hear him opening and closing a few closets and checking the bathroom door. You mentally thank yourself for actually tidying up a bit before you left for the conference.

While Amren stalks around, you look at the items that are misplaced. A vase you received as a birthday gift from the company is on a different shelf - the magnets and papers on your fridge are rearranged - a single clean mug is placed on top of your bookshelf. You look in your bedroom and find to your horror that some of your clothes have gone missing from your closet.

"This is almost getting too creepy," you mutter.

Amren pokes his head in your room with an glum expression. "Didn't I tell you to stay put?"

"You did," you reply, matching his tone. "I chose not to do that."

He rolls his eyes at your quip, and slithers in fully. "I found this in your bathroom cabinet."

He holds out what appears to be a small note. You take it. In a very fine handwriting, the note simply reads:

I'M SORRY

"I'm sorry..?" you repeat, looking bewildered at Amren.

He shrugs. "No idea. But there's no one in here now. And whoever it was, they were careful not to leave anything behind for me to pick up on. It only smells like you in here."

You look around again. "Then why would they leave so many random things misplaced? And why leave a note?"

"It appears someone is trying to apologize. They likely left things misplaced for you to find on purpose."

You cringe at your still open closet. "And stole some of my clothes as well."

Amren's brows furrow, but he doesn't comment.

It's around noon when you sit down with some tea and go over what you've experienced.

"A large house next to a big forest with it's own lake. Doesn't narrow it down much, does it?" you lean back on the couch and stare at the ceiling for a bit. "That's like. Half the upper class population in this town we're talking about. If it's even around this town."

"Irwin must have been handed over before the coyote came to you in the woods. She told you he was already with 'them' by then, right?" Amren asks, watching you.

He's settled on the opposite end of the couch, tail partially crawling over it and partially on the floor to make room for you. Sunlight filters in through a window, and he has strategically placed the tip of his tail to catch the rays.

"It could just be a stop on the way, but it could also mean he's not as far as we may think," he adds.

"She mentioned he was with 'the family' as we spoke – so no matter what, it can't be further than just about a days travel from here," you reply.

“Exactly. Which narrows down our search considerably,” he says, and stretches. He look tired all of a sudden. “Doesn’t mean we can go knocking on any and all houses that might fit the description, however. That's a fool's errand.”

Your phone buzzes, and you look to see a message from Elise.

“Elise is asking if we want to return with her to the house or if we’re staying here,” you relay the message.

“I say we stay put,” Amren says after brief consideration. “Best there’s no option in case someone’s tracking us to figure out what other spots you can retreat to.” He pauses. “Elise will be grateful for the reprieve from the snake smell, as well.”

You snort. “You’re still mad about that?”

He flicks his tongue at you. “I was never mad. But she was being incredibly rude, so if I was mad, I had every right to be.”

The afternoon passes without much incident. You spend some time digging through online articles and newspapers, trying to find a clues of families living in the nearby area, but nothing fruitful shows up so far. You even branch out to see if there are any families with magical connection, but you don’t find much besides some old documents on how things were before the assembly.

Seems it was a little more common, though not all mons could utilize it. Now it’s a scarce rarity, and only very simple magics, such as the lucky golden clover you used, are sights most people are familiar with. There’s not much on why it should work differently for humans, though, but you do manage to find an old article describing it’s simply not as efficient, like your body just don’t take to certain magics the same way a mon’s would. The article ends by acknowledging that without further studies on the topics, and without the ability to actually perform certain magics in succession, it’s going to be hard to pinpoint exactly why that is.

The world is still young, after all.

Eventually, Amren yawns and snaps his laptop shut, eye bleary with strain. You watch as he uncoils himself and heads toward the kitchen space, throwing an offer to cook some dinner over his shoulder at you.

“It’s alright, I can do it!” you quickly say.

Amren huffs at your thinly veiled reluctance and offer to help. It’s painfully obvious you’re reminded of a certain incident involving rare canned meat.

He deftly ignores your qualm, and goes through your pantry and freezer without prompt from your end.

“Well please, good sir, help yourself,” you snort at him from your spot on the couch.

“I intend to,” he grumbles back, opening and closing your cabinets.

You hadn’t shopped for anything before the conference, but he apparently finds you had enough in reserve for him to cook up something.

You watch him filing around your kitchen, cutting up ingredients, only once in a while asking you for direction when he can’t find something in the unfamiliar kitchen space.

It’s relaxing watching him work, he moves about with a sort of focused calmness you haven’t seen much of with other people currently in your life. He always seems calm and collected when he's not being openly hostile, and it's very reassuring to feel he's got a handle on things. Once again, you find the warm brown hues of his scales mesmerizing. Multiple times you have to tear your eyes from him lest he catches you stare.

It's been nagging at you, you realize. Taking all this mess in stride, and defensively sticking to your side like glue through it all, when barely two weeks ago you could have jumped off a bridge and he wouldn't have batted an eye. You realize you haven’t actually been apart since the day you were partnered up at the conference. And you still haven’t actually talked about.. anything. There's just been so much else going on.

Not that you're particularly fond of the idea disturbing this slightly fragile peace - but perhaps now is some downtime to get some things out of the way?

Eventually you yield to the stressors of the researcher's life, and join Amren in the kitchen, plopping up on the kitchen counter to announce your presence. He eyes you.

"I'm gonna ask you something," you state.

He returns his attention to the stewing pot in front of him. "Of course you are."

"Why are you here?"

It catches him a bit off guard judging from the way he pauses. He turns away from the stove to look at you again. The intense golden focus in his eyes makes you queasy in a weird way. "Elaborate."

"I mean – this whole thing with Irwin and me, Mira. It's sort of not your problem. At all. You have every right to turn back and go home. Elise too."

He slightly tilts his head, flicking his tongue. "You want me to leave?"

"Goodness, no!" you laugh, shoving at him playfully. "I'd be dead meat twice if you hadn't stuck around, I'm just worried that-"

"And there you have it," he interrupts with a nonchalant shrug. "I'm a security guard. Keeping the employees alive is what I – we – do."

"At the company," you correct him. "Which is currently closed because of all of this, and people going missing. Technically, you're not at work right now."

"Why is this bothering you so much?" he asks.

Now it’s your turn to pause. You choose your words carefully. "It's not bothering me, I just don't want to drag you into more dangerous situations because of all of this. I shouldn't have asked you to join me today, or taken Elise up on her offer."

"And why not? It's much safer when you stick with us."

You shake your head. "For me. Not for you. Amren, Mira tried to kill you. Hell, you're still injured from that night. And you're just wandering around like that didn't mess with you at all. I feel bad for letting you take part in what’s really my issue. You said it yourself. You didn’t lose anyone."

He just stares at you for a beat, something passing in his expression, his eyes going slightly dim. Eventually, he averts his gaze.

“..but I could have," he mutters.

It's barely audible, but purposely still loud enough for you to hear.

You remain quiet, unsure how to approach that statement.

Amren sighs at your baffled silence, and returns the lid on the pot, calmly putting the spoon down.

"Is it enough for you to know that I'm here because I want to be?" He pauses, but chuckles before you can reply. "No. Of course it won’t be."

You stick you tongue out at him.

He squints at the childish display, and retaliates by sticking his own forked tongue out back with a sneer. You try not to balk at how the thing reaches down well past his chin as he does so.

"Very mature," he huffs. "Listen, you put in effort for me. Since the first time we met, since that pointless hike in the woods, and up until that night we – WE – fought the coyote, you saw everything. All the things I don't want anyone to see. And here you still are, still being an infuriating nuisance like that didn't change anything at all."

"You stuck around because I'm a menace?" you laugh.

He flicks his tongue at you. "You're horrendous. But you didn't leave me behind when I lost control, and you even managed to bring me out of it before I did something that would mildly haunt me for the rest of my life." He looks at you intently. "I won't forget that."

Silence hangs in the air for a bit while his words settle with you. The silence stretches somewhat uncomfortably, so you look for something to break the tension. "Only mildy?" you jest.

He stares ahead with his eyes narrowed, like he's considering it. "I really don't like that coyote."

You snort. "You and me both."

"There's a reason I don't go out of my way to socialize much. You got the brunt of it that night, and I'm sorry," he says sincerely. "The point is, as I said, you put in effort for me, and I'll return the favor. Simple as that."

That's a lot of effort in return for you just trying to be friendly, but you surmise it sticks a bit deeper than what is on the table right now. But you also know by now that pressuring answers on a deep personal level will get you nowhere with Amren, so you decide to shelve it for now.

Besides, there's another question in your mind.

"Does that effort include why everyone's always commenting on me smelling like a snake?" you ask.

He nods. "Yes. It's not really something I think about, it just happens whenever you get close. Pardon if it's uncomfortable," he says, not really sounding very sorry. "It's a way my kind signal to others that we're in that person's corner. It's a deterrent, a warning. And usually a quite efficient one, as Elise not very kindly informed you," he explains, returning his attention to the stove.

You remember vaguely the way Mira stiffened when she caught the scent of you two, and wonder briefly if her relaxing upon seeing you with him means your presence calmed her nerves. You don't know how to feel about that.

But it explains why he's been hovering closer to you on a regular basis lately. It’s quite odd to think he’s grown so protective of you his body apparently just automatically responds to your proximity.

You don't know how to feel about that either.

You haven't exactly noticed any changes, but the people around you certainly seem to have.

"In a sort of weird way, I guess that's kind of nice of you? Though I would prefer if people wouldn't stare at me for it," you chuckle.

He hesitates, and looks like he shrinks slightly while gently stirring the pot. "They're staring at me, Tiny, don't you worry," he replies glumly.

"You? What do you mean?"

He grimaces. "People tend to assume the worst when it comes to monsters like me, and I think we best just leave it at that."

The abruptness at this statement is an unexpected change of tone, and your first instinct is to try and alleviate it - but the bitterness is not directed at you, so you will not be the one to absolve it. And perhaps you’ve already pushed the personal talk a bit much today. You’ll let him have this one. For now.

"Fair enough," you give, ending the conversation.

"Dinner's ready.”

Dinner's quiet, and you sense some tension after that last outburst. You try to fill the silence with small talk, though it seems Amren has retreated to his safe space of silence for now, so you decide to leave him be for a time.

You do the dishes, and settle down on the couch once again. Amren stays at the kitchen counter with his laptop, typing away. You spend some time doing your own work, writing down everything you know so far, and checking up with your contacts.

There's a mail from Mrs. Hansen, updating on the situation. She politely lets everyone know the company is still closed until further notice, and that the police are fully involved and doing a thorough investigation.

To your surprise, there's a mail from your manager Barney as well. It's from his personal mail. It's a short written apology for sending you in the first place, and offering condolences to what happened with Irwin. You close the mail again.

It’s getting late, and it's difficult trying to connect the dots.

"In some way, does the ‘why us’ even matter?" you ponder out loud. "Right now, we just need a location."

"Working on it," Amren replies, to your surprise. "There's quite a few options, however, and going through all of them would take weeks."

"She keeps talking about a family," you offer. "Do you know of any specific histories here? Any grand families making appearances in this town?"

He thinks for a moment. "Not my strong suit. I've lived here all my life, but it hasn't really come up before. Since the Assembly, things also got scrambled. Isn't there anything noteworthy from your side?"

Huh. You haven't thought of that, but you guess the assembly would give just as many troubles and opportunities to the lunatics you're currently dealing with as it did everyone else. You wonder briefly how they've had to adapt – trying to forget the creepy factor of your kind apparently being in 'high demand' these days.

Your internet searches and mapping has brought you no closer to figuring out a specific place where Irwin could be held, and it seems Amren haven't had much luck either. He's tried browsing through personnel files to see if Mira at least is registered, but nothing comes up.

"Maybe we should try approaching Marcus again," Amren suggests with a yawn. He's moved from the space at the kitchen island and is leaning on one end of the couch, tail sprawled politely away from you. "He was reluctant at first, though I got the sense he truly cares about your – Irwin. Maybe pressuring him more would yield results."

You nod. Marcus has promised to keep you informed if he learned anything through his contacts. You've thought about it as well, though on your end it may be due to lack of other options. If Marcus has something to do with all of this, keeping him informed of your thoughts may be risky.

You voice as much, and Amren sighs.

"I'm aware. But he's a definite lead, still," he shifts his position and stretches his arms above his head. "I'm tired. You must be too. We better continue this in the morning."

"It just doesn't feel right leaving things hanging like this," you mutter, mostly to yourself, but you catch the unimpressed look Amren gives you and roll your eyes. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to bed, hold your judgmental horses."

You hadn’t expected an impromptu sleepover in your apartment, though when you go to find a spare mattress Amren gives you an odd look and reminds you he has no need of it. Must be handy to have a body that functions like a bed in itself.

You feel a little guilty for leaving Elise to deal with things herself, but you can be rest assured that she's safe in her own house, and it seems your pursuers aren't aware of her. Maybe it's better like this, and you should be safe in any case now that you’re not here in your apartment alone.

You haven't been alone since Amren apparently made it his mission to keep a deterrent on you.

After a nightly ritual getting ready for bed, you find him in the living room scouting around, presumably finding a good corner to settle in. He’s discarded his everyday shirt and helped himself to one of your blankets, lazily dangling over his shoulder as he moves about.

“Are you alright out here?” you ask, watching him slither around.

“I’ll be fine,” he replies, not looking up at you. “Get some sleep.”

He finds a suitable corner in the space between your bedroom door and the window, and coils up there. You watch, slightly fascinated by how the muscle under his scales work when he moves about.

You move back to give him space. “Goodnight. And Amren?”

“What?”

“Thanks for looking out for me.”

He nods an affirmative, and shifts his torso within his coils, closing his eyes.

You settle into your own bed for the night, and go to sleep reassured there’s someone on guard right outside your door.

[yanderes-galore]

Nilwa (one of your OCS) take their Paramore hunting?

I can't tell if this was asking if they'd take you hunting or a request, so uh... have a concept anyways?

Nilwa originates from here!

Yandere! Nilwa Taking Darling Hunting

Short Concept/Discussion

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Paralysis by venom, Kidnapping, Hunting, Obsession, Ownership.

Nilwa probably would take you hunting.

It would take time, however.

They have to trust you enough to take you on such a dangerous task.

In their mind, you're their human pet.

They caught you, they'll tame you, they'll love you.

Nilwa is always sure to use their venom to keep you docile when they're away.

They then catch fish and rabbits to take home to you.

Ocassionally they'll bring home something big, though.

The days they bring home deer are good days.

You'd have to show obedience to prove to them they can take you hunting.

If you can prove you won't run away, the naga will consider having you hunt with them.

Nilwa has to train you in stealth, but soon they'll have you catching rabbits and fish in no time!

"Be quiet... they are rather skittish prey-"

They are so proud of you when you catch your first prey.

Hunting with their darling becomes their favorite past time once you're used to it.

Prey always tastes better when your beloved catches it....

The naga showers you in praise.

Nilwa likes it when you help them hunt.

They don't want it to end when you're out in the forest with them!

They'll be extremely upset if you lie to them to get away, however....

The moment you try running, Nilwa's hunting you.

You betraying their trust angers them.

You'll be tackled to the ground quickly, fangs sinking into your neck and pumping you with venom.

Paralysis kicks in and they scoop you into their arms, gold eyes glaring at you.

They should've known better....

You've betrayed them by trying to run...

Looks like it's back to the cave for you.

"I do enjoy hunting you instead, my dear... but running from me is intolerable."

[ofthebeasts]

The defiant naga part three

Grenade catches the tone of sheer disdain when the monster says "dear"— mocking? He calls most if not all of the creatures by dear, and despite the pain, there's a certain sense of pride that Grenade was able to chip at his patience enough to make him hate him to the point that he's the sole exception to the condescending call, and when he isn't, it's said like a slur, with more venom than any naga carries.

CW: Hitting, whipping, violence (physical, and emotional to a certain degree)

"I would've sold this beast already if it wasn't for the beauty of the sheds."

Grenade manages to get close enough without the monster noticing, close enough to bite, so he sinks his teeth into his bandaged ankle. But— not enough to break skin, and he swears under his breath.

The reaction from the monster is steadfast, but he almost sees it in slow motion. The way he firstly tenses up, the sound of his knees popping as he crouches down and backhands him across the face. It's strong enough that it sends Grenade rolling a few meters away, and when the monster approaches again, he can't help the fear seizing his guts at the sheer savagery of his eyes.

He lifts up his head by the hair, the grip so strong it makes his scalp feel numb. Tears prickle at his eyes— pain, rage, frustration, Grenade doesn't know anymore. He does know, though, that the failed attemp will have very dire consequences.

"Consider yourself lucky that I am not wearing any rings."

He will not. Grenade spits blood at the monster's face, blood that he can only hope originates from biting his tongue or his cheeks too hard. There is a beat of silence, from the monster, from him, and from the crowd too. For a brief moment, Grenade is invaded by a sick satisfaction that he managed to leave these people speechless.

And the the monster stands up, dropping his head suddently enough that he doesn't have time to react and hold it up. His jaw hits the ground and leaves a sharp ache.

And then, as his vision swims while he tries to reach out to grab at the monster's ankle, he is hit with the belt again. Even though he is prepared, he screams this time again too, because the strike was with the buckled part, and it bites into his skin like a knife. A knife would be better.

But Grenade knows the monster would not inflict torture so blatantly.

He does not manage to move again when the monster is done beating him. That is just sheer humiliation— it was, what? Five strikes?

"This naga has time and time again refused to behave. I don't typically deal out punishment so crassly, but there are creatures that just have to be beaten into submission, if not obedience."

The crowd cheers with sanguinary glee, and Grenade does manage to summon the strenght to curl up. And that way he stays, until the monster crouches down by him again, just for a moment, and whispers, low enough that he isn't heard,

"Guess who will suffer the consequences?"

A wave of panic overtakes him, and he stifles sobs.

"My dear patrons, I apologise for your lack of input so far! Areli does not do well without pre planned scripts, and this beast is impossible to tame. Perhaps, the next show may have more influence of you! So tell me,"

[hyacinths-in-a-storm-writes]

Day 3- Pets

Asami x Korra

A/N: I wrote this while watching season 1 of Korra which is so ironic to me

You can also read it here on archive of our own

“No Korra, as much as I love Naga we cannot have her live in the house with us.” Asami sighed,

“Come on, Asami! You have an entire mansion, surely Naga can live in a small part of it.” Korra assured, smiling crookedly at her and Asami cursed her sad bi heart.

“Fine, she can stay in the house with us.” Korra whopped, and Asami prayed that she wouldn’t regret this.

~

“Korra, why is Naga in the kitchen?” Asami asked, trying to get past the wall of white fur that blocked her from her girlfriend.

“Asami! Er- what are you doing up so early?” She heard Korra call out from somewhere behind Naga.

“Well I woke up for a meeting, and was miffed to see that my lovely girlfriend wasn’t in bed with me, and so I went out to go search for her.” Asami replied, “That still doesn’t explain why Naga is in our kitchen.”

“Well- she’s helping me.”

“Helping with what?” Asami was slowly getting more and more concerned, “Korra what are you doing?”

“Nothing! Uh- can you just wait for me out in the living room?”

“Um… ok I will. But you’re not in any danger, are you Korra? You know I’m always here for you.”

“Mhm! Perfectly fine!” and reluctantly Asami backed out of the kitchens. Korra ran out of the kitchen a few seconds later, her hair smoking slightly.

“Asami! Good morning beautiful- I didn’t set the stove on fire.”

“You set the stove on fire?” Asami shrieked, for as much as she loved her girlfriend, it seemed that technology didn’t. If technology was sentient it would most likely try to waterboard Korra.

“Korra, what were you doing in the kitchen?” Asami asked one last time,

“Well I was trying to make breakfast, you know, to thank you for letting Naga stay in the house, because I knew you were on the fence about it. Well the stove didn’t agree with me and-“

“Caught on fire.” Asami finished. Korra nodded guiltily.

“Well I appreciate the gesture anyway Korra.” she says, kissing her girlfriend’s forehead gently, “How about instead we go to the restaurant you love so much, and have breakfast there?”

“I can get us there in record time.” Korra agreed with a snap of her fingers.

“That’s sweet of you Korra, but maybe I should drive the Sato-mobile. I would love it if I could get to the restaurant with my stomach still in my body.”

“Sato-mobile? Who said we were going to use the Sato-mobile?” Korra flashed her crooked grin again, and Asami had a feeling whatever was going to happen next would definitely rearrange her organs. And not in a good way.

~

She was right. She was tragically right. Naga hadn't been out of the house in q while, and she was making up for it now. Shops and people passed by in a blur, and Asami had to hold onto Korra for dear life. Every two seconds a pedestrian would yell in outrage, or a sato-mobile would honk indignantly.

Korra and Naga were having the time of their lives however. Korra was whopping, even going as far to let go of the reins to try and touch a low hanging string of lights. Asami almost screamed herself hoarse when Naga leaped clean over an oncoming mobile.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity but was most likely only 15 minutes. Naga stopped suddenly, and if Asami didn’t have a death grip on Korra she would have been launched into oncoming traffic.

“Wasn’t that exhilarating Asami? A hundred times better than a Sato-mobile, no offense of course.” Korra exclaimed, but there was no response, “Asami?”

Korra looked over Naga to see Asami had splat on the ground and was just lying there, looking slightly disheveled,

“Are you ok?” Korra slipped off of Naga’s back to check up on her,

“Korra, I love you but I might just lose my non-existent lunch if I do that again.” She moaned,

“It wasn’t that bad.” Naga agreed by licking Asami’s hair, trying to get her to stand up. Korra hooks her arms under Asami and picks her up, bridal style.

“How about on the way back, I carry you all the way, just like this.”  Korra said, punctuating her sentence with a kiss pressed to her forehead,

“That would be much preferred.” Asami agreed. Naga wanted to join in the hug and so she set her head on Korra’s head slobbering all over them.

“Sorry girl, you’re out of the business.” Asami laughed, and kissed Korra.

A/N: Sorry this is late, I was busy the last two days, and honestly really lazy

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@detective-with-one-arm sent in a starter:

How the fuck did she get here? How did she manage to not only find her way into the jungle, but how did she managed to fall down a ravine, slip into a cliff, and remain clinging for dear life to the lip of it to prevent plunging to her certain death? This was not what she had in mind when it came to vacationing, but she was here, now. No one was anywhere nearby, so nobody was here to save her. But she wasn't in a position where she could get herself out. She was...really and truly fucked, wasn't she...? Well, if she was fucked, it was either die here or die later. At least she could try to get help...wherever it might be. It wasn't any more crazy than any other ideas that she could have, right now. "HELP!" Rachel cried, claws dug into the loose earth of the cliff as she plastered herself against it tightly, terrified to even move out of fear of falling to her death. "SOMEBODY HELP! I CAN'T CLIMB BACK UP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!"

All the naga had ever known was that there were two types of creatures. There were the prey creatures that lived in the jungle and provided food, and there were the intelligent creatures, which consisted of himself and his sister. None of the prey creatures could speak. Only Alma and his sister, Arda were capable of spoken language.

So, imagine his surprise when Alma heard a voice that was not his sister's or even his own, calling for help. No other creature could speak as far as Alma knew. So, he tried to rationalize, it must be his sister, even though it didn't sound like her. And if she was calling for help, she must be in danger.

Quickly, the massive serpentine creature slithered towards the source of the noise, only to be surprised once again when the voice was not coming from Arda, but from a kind of creature he'd never seen before. It looked similar to him and his sister, but like it's tail had been cropped and split into two legs. It's coloring was different as well.

But it was intelligent. At least enough to be able to speak, which was far more than any other creature he'd come across in the jungle. Curious, but cautious, Alma slithered closer, careful not to fall like this strange being obviously had. When he reached the ledge, he slowly peeked over the side, looking down at her (he assumed it was female, judging by the anatomy he could see. It was wearing some sort of garments over it's skin though, so it was difficult for the naga to tell).

After looking at her for a bit, he finally decided she was not a threat and indeed needed help. "Are you stuck?" he asked, deciding that the plethora of other questions he had bubbling up in his mind like a pot about to boil over, could simmer a little bit longer, until she was safe.

[aslitheryprinx]

(man, I'm out of practice with Actual Posts. I used to know what to say in this section.)

I probably won't continue this, but have a little twinsduo oneshot, featuring naga content!

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Scale

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"Wilbur! Stop running ahead!" 

"Stop falling behind!" Wilbur shouted to his twin, grinning as he walked just slightly faster. He could just barely hear the annoyed huff Techno let out, but it was enough to make him snicker. 

Wilbur held the firm belief that any activity could be improved by annoying Technoblade. And Wilbur was an expert in annoying his older (-only by two minutes!-) brother. 

Hiking was no exception. It was almost too easy to annoy Techno on a hike; all Wilbur had to do was walk just slightly faster than Tech liked to. Sure, Wilbur would tire himself out quicker like this, but it was worth it for the sweet hour or so of Technoblade annoyance before he couldn't keep up the speed anymore. 

"I hate you, you know," Techno called as Wilbur pulled ahead. 

"Love you too, brother dear," Wilbur said. He turned to stick his tongue out at Techno. 

He couldn't have picked a worse time to look back. Just as he turned to mock his brother, the path in front of him turned, dipping sharply. Wilbur's foot hit the edge of the path, and his leg buckled beneath him. 

Wilbur let out an undignified squeak as he crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut. He slid down the surprisingly steep hill, rolling a couple of times before he came to a stop. 

"Wil?" Techno called, his voice a perfect balance between concern and amusement. "Are you alive down there?" 

Wilbur let out a groan, throwing his hand over his face with all the dramatics the situation required. He heard the sound of gravel skidding and glanced up. Techno was sliding down the side of the hill, far more gracefully than he had managed. Though that wasn't hard to accomplish; all Techno had to do was stay on his feet. 

"Are you hurt?" Techno asked when he made it down the hill. 

"Only my pride," said Wilbur. He frowned a little. "And maybe my face. And my back. And-" 

"Heh?" Techno said under his breath, cutting Wilbur off. Wilbur watched, a little offended, as Techno started to walk off. 

"You're just going to leave me on the ground?" He complained, pushing himself to a seated position. Techno barely seemed to hear him. "I could be dying!" 

"Wilbur come look at this," his twin interrupted, completely uninterested in Wilbur's suffering. 

"Yes, yes, I'm coming," Wilbur grumbled. 

He got to his feet, brushing himself off. Techno was already several steps ahead, trudging deeper into the woods. 

"Tech- wait up!" Wilbur hissed after him, ignoring the irony of the situation. Techno didn't respond, but he stopped so suddenly Wilbur almost ran into him. 

"Look," his twin said in a hushed voice before Wilbur could question him. He was pointing to something just past the treeline. Wilbur followed the gesture, and his eyes went wide. 

Half buried in the dirt, yet still sparkling in the sun, was a large, iridescent green… something. Wilbur exchanged a wide-eyed look with his twin, and they both edged towards the mysterious object. 

"What is it?" Wilbur breathed, tilting his head as if a different angle might make him understand what he was seeing. 

"Dunno," answered Techno. "I just saw something sparklin' and followed the light. This thing is… weird." 

Wilbur nodded absently, crouching down to get a better look at the strange object. He brushed away some of the dirt. Techno knelt on the other side to help, and within a few minutes, they had excavated the strange object. 

It was big, almost as big as a car door. It was also surprisingly thin and light, and was a symmetrical shape that wasn't quite a diamond. Wilbur had thought it might be metal of some kind, but it wasn't nearly heavy enough. But if it wasn't metal, Wilbur had no clue what it could be. 

Suddenly, Techno went stiff. Wilbur watched with a frown as his twin stood, cautiously scanning the area. 

"Tech?" He asked softly. "What's wrong?" 

"I think I know what it is," Techno replied. 

Wilbur jumped as the trees on the other side of the clearing began rustling. The color drained from Techno's face, and he grabbed Wilbur's arm, pulling him back to the opposite treeline. 

"What? What is it?" Wilbur asked, trying to pull his arm out of Techno's iron grip. His twin didn't answer or relax his hold on Wilbur until they were both in the cover of the trees. 

"It's a scale," Techno finally said, voice hushed. 

A chill went down Wilbur's spine. It… it made sense. The texture, the shape, even the coloring all fit the description of a scale perfectly. And the only creature that could have a scale that large… 

The trees rustled again, closer this time. Wilbur clutched his twin's hand, and they backed away, trying not to make a sound. 

The only creature that could have a scale that large was… 

With another loud rustle, something broke through the trees. Wilbur's heart leapt to his throat. Techno's hand gripped painfully tight on his own; he was sure he was squeezing just as hard. 

The only creature that could have a scale that large was a naga. 

Blonde hair was the first thing Wilbur noticed. The naga had blonde hair that brushed the top of his shoulders. Wilbur didn't look too closely at his face, scared that he would make eye contact, but from the waist up, the naga looked like a normal guy… if normal guys were as tall as buildings. 

Then, the rest of the naga slipped through the trees, and there was no mistaking who the scale belonged to. From the waist down were the powerful coils of a snake. The naga's tail was a mosaic of shimmering green and glimmering black. From a distance, the tail looked like any other snake tail; up close, Wilbur was sure the scale they had found would be one of the smallest ones. 

Wilbur had seen a snake once. It was under an old bucket he was clearing out, and he'd thrown his phone across the ground on reflex. That scare paled in comparison to this. Wilbur didn't think he'd ever been this scared. 

Were it not for Techno slowly tugging him back, away from the terrifying creature, Wilbur probably would have frozen in place. There was something about seeing a being so massive that made his breath stall in his chest and his limbs lock up. 

They were doing so well; each step took them farther away from danger. Soon, they would be completely out of the naga's line of sight.

But, like walking on a tightrope, a single misstep can be the end. One mistake can be their doom. 

The sharp snap of dry wood broke the silence. Wilbur's head shot to the source of the noise- Techno had stepped on a stick. 

The twins locked eyes, identical looks of horror on their faces. 

Stomach curdling with dread, Wilbur looked past the trees. His heart skipped a beat as he met the sharp blue eyes of the naga. 

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🐍 Naga AU Prologue

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DISCLAIMER: This was written by my dear friend JGDraws, who I deeply appreciate for helping me make this fic a reality. Thank ya so much dude!

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Infant arc:

Mara gently stroked the shell of the egg by her side. It had only been a few months since they had found them, but she could not help but feel a love for this unborn thing. The child of one of their fallen protectors.

The city was still recovering from the night their king went mad and tried to ascend to godhood by slaughtering almost every child in the city. But he was finally dethroned and struck down by their guardian deities, though all but one of the eldest among them were slain in the battle. 

As they were picking up the pieces, Mara had found what she and the elders believed to be the home of the Naga Guardians Dawn and Dusk. There they discovered two eggs, their future children. Being barren, but still being considered a mother by many of the children, the elders agreed that it was the will of the gods that Mara and her husband, Pundi, would raise them.

Pundi came in, carrying a basket of fresh biscuits. Even though she knew his jolly self would eat most of them, she could not help but smile as she saw that loving twinkle in his eyes as they met.

"Mara, my love, you have hardly left those eggs' side since they were given to us."

Mara smiled. "I do not want to leave them for fear this miracle may just disappear." She sighed, those dark, sad thoughts returning. "Especially after..."

Pundi knelt beside her and pulled her in gently. "We will always remember them. Even if we never saw their face." He brushed a few tears from her eyes. "The gods have given us another chance."

"And we thank them every day."

The egg beneath her hand began to shiver. Mara gasped and drew back as Pundi stood.

"It is happening!" She exclaimed. Pundi was already in the kitchen preparing a pitcher of water with clean rags. The egg jumped and jostled before a little orange hand burst from it. Pundi immediately wet one of the rags and set it in Mara's outstretched hands. A little shoulder emerged next and soon a little orange head as well. Their head shone like the sun. They tumbled out of the egg and Mara set to cleaning them off. As she was finishing, the infant opened their wide eyes and looked up at both of them.

"Mama and papa?" He asked. Mara nodded, tears streaming around a joyous smile. The infant leapt into her arms. "Mama!" He cried. 

The other egg began to shake as well. Mara handed the infant to Pundi, who was received with the same enthusiastic joy. Mara saw a little blue hand break through and begin to part the shell, but as soon as her shadow fell over the opening, it retreated back inside. She knelt next to it and peered inside. A similar infant held his eyes close to the opening, watching her intently.

She extended a hand with a calm, gentle smile. "Come out, little one. We're all excited to meet you." The eyes glanced between her and her hand before drawing away and that little blue hand slowly reached out to touch hers. As soon as their fingers touched, he latched on with a rather impressive strength. As she started to clean him off, he slowly began to curl his little tail around her arm. She finished wiping him down and held him close in her arms. He looked at her for a moment before curling into her bosom. 

The orange one leaned back in Pundi's arms. "Mama, what my name?"

Mara looked up to the tapestry on their wall and smiled before looking back down to him. "You are Sun." She looked to the one in her arms. "And you will be Moon."

"Name... Moon?" He asked. Mara touched his little nose. 

"Yes, child. You are Moon."

"Am Moon." He said before smiling and curling in tighter. "Moon loves mama."

"My name Sun!" The other proclaimed before wrapping his arms around Pundi's neck. "Sun loves Papa and Mama!"