If your requests still have free spots could we have a male naga x reader with just pure fluff like maybe aftercare? Maxbe Ascal would be fine with this :D Please and thank you :)
As a thank you for reaching 1000 followers, I opened up ten free slots for requests. The progress through that list can be found here. *Specific story requests are now closed again.*
I decided that since Ascal’s reader’s gender isn’t mentioned, that I’d leave it this way, and that I’d go out and find you a new naga from the wilds of my High Fantasy universe. I really hope you like him!!
You’d known it was a stupid idea to leave the house in
weather like this. You knew it, but you
had to see him again. You’d been away on an errand and it had been well over a
month since you’d seen him.
Thunder shook heaven and earth, and lightning ripped the sky
in half, but you ran through the lashing rain, down the sandy path from the village
towards the coast, your heart in your mouth. The longships danced and bobbed in
the seething water, their crews safely ashore and drinking themselves to
oblivion now that the summer raiding parties were over.
A massive bolt of lightning split the sky in two and struck
the horizon way out to sea.
“Shit,” you cursed, spitting rain water from your mouth as
it poured down your face.
The tide was out, but the breakers still rolled up the sand
and spray blossomed and foamed wildly. The selkies would all be sheltering deep
in the caves beneath their rocky, island sanctuaries just offshore, and all the
other merfolk would be well beneath the waves while the ocean seethed and
boiled in the storm. And yet here you were, daft as a goose in spring, running
down from the village towards the sea.
A light flickered in the black cliffs along the cove, and you
began to sprint. It was like a beacon to you and you focused only on that point
of light.
Chest heaving, lungs burning, you darted into the mouth of
the cave and bent double, trying to catch your breath. Shadows shifted at the
back of the short tunnel, and then he was
there.
“What the hell are you doing here in thisss weather?” he demanded,
slithering towards you, his face a picture of concern. His movements were slow,
probably because it was night time and cold.
“Wyorhin,” you sighed, starting to shiver. “I missed you
too.”
“Come insssside,” he slurred, his voice a groggy, sweet
tenor. “Warm up…”
He retreated up the passageway, pale body gleaming in the shadows.
The sparse patches of colour on his thick, muscular tail seemed to shift in the
darkness, and his long red hair fell down his back like tongues of dark fire.
Toad's Cave 