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10: The Real Fight

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

Lunchtime at the company is always a hectic experience. 12.30, the clock says, and, as if on cue, Irwin's head pops up at the side of your cubicle.

"You need to eat," he says. "Let's go!"

Though, some days Irwin doesn't want the cafeteria food, and drags you by the wrist outside to get something from a street vendor. Today was one of those days.

"You know Barney will skin us alive if we don't make it back on time, right?" you ask him.

Irwin struts next to you seemingly without a care in the world, the bag containing your lunch - two sandwiches - swinging idly by his side. He interlocks his free arm with yours playfully.

"You can go ahead and turn of your worry wartedness for a moment,” he chuckles. “We'll be back before boss man even notices we're gone."

"That's what you said the last time."

"And this time I'm right!"

Irwin pulls you down to the park in the middle of the city. The trees gently sway in the late summer breeze, and the big lake in the middle of the park sparkles in the sun. You sit on the grass close to it, staring out over the water, eating in companionable silence for a bit.

"So, how are things?" Irwin asks. "You grown accustomed to office life yet? Finished the whole apartment project?"

You nod and swallow your mouthful. "Yep. Can't believe it's already been almost half a year."

"I'm glad you stuck around! It was so boring before you got here. Literally none of our coworkers would do things like this with me," Irwin gestures vaguely around and pouts. "Everyone else thinks I'm annoying."

"I mean, it's not like you're giving me much choice," you grin.

"Not the point!" he waves it off, leans in and boops your nose. "And I know you actually like things like this, don't deny it!"

It is true. Irwin has an almost uncanny ability to figure out things you might find fun or pleasant and provide them. Maybe it's his way of showing he cares. In return, you manage to help him keep structured a little bit more, and keep him company.

Mons and hums walk through the park, and the pleasant sounds of idle chatter fills the air, though not enough to feel crowded. It's a pleasant summer's day, and people aim to utilize it.

Irwin wraps up the paper of his finished sandwich. He plops backwards, and sprawls out on the grass like a starfish, tilting his face up against the sun.

"This is the best," he sighs contentedly.

You watch him fondly for a moment. Over this past half year Irwin has quickly inserted himself as a stability in your life - someone you can rely on. Since you landed the job at the company, packed up and moved away from the past, you've truly needed that sort of presence. Leaving behind everything you know is not for the faint hearted, and new beginnings are as terrifying as they are exciting.

"Well? Get down here!" Irwin grunts impatiently, reaching for you with his eyes closed.

You chuckle at his neediness and lie down against his side, resting your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around you, and you relax into him.

"You alright?" he asks after a beat. You know what he's referring to.

"Yeah," you say.

He squeezes you reassuringly, and you enjoy listening to his heart beating for a bit.

Suddenly Irwin’s phone starts ringing, upbeat tune rudely disturbing the peace. Irwin huffs in annoyance.

"I'm on break!" he whines, but pulls it out with his free hand. He sighs. "Dad, I'll call you later," he mumbles, swiping to dismiss the call.

"Is that a new sticker?" you ask, noticing indeed his sticker-covered case has a new contender - this time, a small frog.

"Yep! He's my buddy," Irwin says, and buts his chin against the top of your head. "Just like you."

You snort at the cheesy remark. "Adorable."

"Anything for the Nr. 1 office friend!"

You settle again, but it's not long until his phone goes off yet another time and Irwin groans, exasperated. He doesn't bother swiping the call off, and the cheery ring-tone filters through he air. You laugh, as you've done so many other times with him.

Irwin has single-handedly made sure your transition into this new beginning was just a little less scary and a lot less lonely. And you'll forever be grateful to him for that.

Mira has stiffened at the sound of Irwin’s phone ringing, and very, very slowly turns her head to you. Her eyes gleam in the dark.

The dull voice in your phone politely telling you you're on voicemail echoes through your mind as you take a step back.

“Now, now – let’s calm down,” Mira says, slowly standing up.

“Why- why do you have Irwin’s phone?” you demand, pointing your flashlight at her like it’s a weapon.

Mira smiles gently with her palms outstretched, as if trying to pacify you.

“I found it! I didn’t want to worry you more, so I didn’t mention it.. I’m sorry,” she says, gingerly stepping closer.

You grit your teeth.

What department is she from?

It bugs me I don’t remember seeing her name on the list.

The cleaning staff isn’t attending this conference.

Could it be possible you forgot her name?

“Stay the hell away from me,” you try to sound firm and curse internally when your voice quivers.

Your hands are shaking.

Mira sighs, and her demeanor changes. Her usually soft and open body language shifts like she’s taking off an emotional coat, and she becomes stoic. She regards you like an impatient parent would a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Easy now. Irwin’s fine, and you’ll be too,” she says sugary sweet, and steps closer. “Just come here, we can sort this out.”

“Get back!” you yell, swinging the flashlight in her direction.

She looks at you, unimpressed. “We both know you’re at a significant disadvantage here, tiny,” she grins wolfishly, and you shiver. “It’s dark, you’re alone, and all you’ve got is a flashlight. If you just come quietly with me, everything will be just fine. We’ll take great care of you.”

You take a step back, keeping her at a distance. “’We’? Who’s we?”

“We,” she smiles, “are missing someone who’s just like you. And we,” she steps a bit closer, “will be happy to take you in with open arms.”

“You’re a trafficker,” you realize out loud, barely a whisper.

Mira shakes her head, calmly thwarting your attempts at keeping the distance by following after you.

“Aw, that’s such a harsh word. I just bring families together, and I know a very nice family that wants a hum just like you. You should count yourself lucky. Not everyone gets a chance like this!”

“What did you do with Irwin?!”

“Nothing! Nothing, he’s perfectly safe. I’ll take you to him, just please calm down-”

She tries to close the distance between you, and you take several steps back, swinging the flashlight in her direction again.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” you yell. “Stay the fuck away from me!”

Mira sighs. “I was hoping we could settle this quietly, but alas.”

She doesn't even give you a millisecond before she dives for you, and you spin on your heels and start sprinting.

You dash through the woods, no concern for your direction, as you hear the pounding steps of Mira giving chase.

“You can’t run forever!” she laughs. “I’ll get you eventually anyway, so why not just stop now and spare the time?”

Adrenaline is pumping through your blood, urging you on as you don’t feel how tired you are, and the forest wooshes past you in a blur. Your lungs are burning as you run, and when you suddenly feel a hot breath on the back of your neck you yelp, and feel your feet being swept from underneath you. You crash to the floor, skittering to a halt, groaning in pain as you accidentally put weight on your injured arm.

Mira pants heavily, and crouches in front of you on the ground.

“Phew, gotta hand it to ya. You’re quick!” she watches with a smile as you stumble to your feet and take a few steps back.

She stands up.

“Now, I’ve got all night for a game of tag. You, however, look like you’re getting tired,” her face contorts in concern, but you can see through it now. Her face holds a certain viciousness that she doesn't bother to hide anymore.

You glance around in a panic, looking for something, anything, to help you.

“So, what’s it gonna be? You wanna go for round two, or do you wanna come along?” Mira asks patiently, just watching you. “You know I am more than capable keeping you safe. Nothing bad will happen, I promise!”

You turn your flashlight from side to side, until your eyes catch something very briefly shining golden in the dark.

You try not to let your eyes widen to tip Mira off, as you flash the light back. You find the golden reflection again, and you could almost cry. You’d recognize that annoyingly pretty color anywhere. You’ve spent the past couple of days being scowled at by it.

Amren is currently hiding in the brushes a ways behind Mira, tense and his face contorted in that vicious rage you saw him display earlier. He soundlessly, slowly, lifts his hand and waves to you to him in a beckoning motion, glaring holes into Mira’s back.

“Well?” Mira says again.

“Fuck you,” you spit, and fake left. When she lunges to grab you, you spin right, narrowly dodging out of her grip, but not before she manages to get a claw raking over you cheek as you rush past her.

You ignore the pain and storm toward Amren, dashing past him with Mira close behind.

You hear Mira let out a startled yip followed by a ferocious hiss as Amren’s ambush worked, and he forcefully barrels into her with a smack that sends her flying through the dark. There's a dull thud as Mira lands a ways away, and she scrambles back to her feet.

Amren rushes to your side, coiling the edge of his tail around your legs and rising himself up in a terrifying threat posture that would send the devil running. He almost knocks you off balance in the hurry, and you have to steady yourself with your palms against his lower back.

Mira stops and stares at him. There’s a brief flash of reluctance in her face, but she quickly resolves it in a determined growl.

“My my, so now you decide to show up,” she mocks, shaking her head in disapproval. “And where were you when your little hum friend here almost got eaten just before, hmm? Honestly, you just don’t give a rat’s ass about anyone, do you?”

Amren's tail slightly tightens around your legs.

Mira bares her teeth, testing her weight side to side. It’s like she trying to figure out what side to go to better get at you.

Amren matches her movements as she does, blocking her path to you, just ferociously hissing at her. No words. Poised high and ready to strike in an instant, you can’t see his face from where you’re standing, but the way Mira’s hackles are raised tells you more than enough.

Mira regards him for an odd second. "So that's how it is," she mumbles. Her gaze lands on you, and she smiles warmly. “This’ll only be a second, promise. Stay right there.”

Mira plops down on her haunches and then, like a loaded springtrap, launches herself at Amren with her fangs bared and claws at the ready.

Amren quickly pushes you out of the way with his tail, and lunges forward as well, colliding with her.

Mira’s jaw locks around Amren’s arm and he grunts, rising on his tail, lifting her in the air, before leaning forward and barreling toward the ground to crush her. Mira lets go last second, and rolls out of the way as Amren’s fists collides where her head was just a millisecond earlier. The ground shakes with the force of the impact.

Amren snarls, and slithers to one side as Mira lunges again, raking her claws over his tail. He swipes the floor with it, using the powerful swing to send Mira flying once again. She crashes into a tree and gasps, momentarily laying still on the ground. Amren doesn’t let up and goes for her once again, arms outstretched and jaws open wide.

You spot Mira’s eyes snap open as he does so, and her muscles tense in anticipation.

“Wait-!” you call, but too late.

Mira deftly rolls out of the way and Amren only barely manages to turn before stumbling into the tree. Mira uses his stagger to get behind him, and hops onto his back, locking her arm around his throat and her legs around his torso.

Amren gags loudly as Mira starts strangling him.

He rakes his claws over her arms, gaping for breath, tossing and turning in an effort to pry her off. He crashes his back against the tree to squash Mira like a bug, and though she grunts in pain, she stubbornly keeps her hold on his throat.

“Die, you meddling prick,” she seethes, tightening her grip.

Amren curls around himself as he’s strangled, an awful gagging sound filling the air. He tries to get his tail around Mira, but she uses her heels to deliver a powerful blow to his stomach, and he keels over in pain.

You’ve been watching from the sides, frozen in place, and a terrifying thought dawns on you on this crude display of power.

Amren is losing.

If you don’t do something, he will.

Gripping the flashlight, you sprint toward the pair struggling on the ground.

Mira doesn't see you coming, as she’s currently busy with strangling Amren, and you first manage to knock her over the head with your flashlight. As she grunts and turns to look back, you snake the light around her throat and, ignoring the searing pain in your injured arm, put your arms on both sides of it and pull.

Now Mira starts gagging as you pull her backwards, pretty much copying exactly what she was doing to Amren, forcing her to loosen her grip in an effort to shake you off.

“BREATHE!” you roar at Amren, wrapping your legs around Mira’s middle as she pries loose of him to get rid of you.

He coughs and spits, heaving in big gulps of air.

Mira snarls and, using Amren’s back for footing, kicks off of him, sending you flying backwards and landing hard on your back with Mira’s full weight on top of you.

She knocks the wind out of you, and your grip around her loosens.

She quickly breaks free of your arms and turns on her knees and palms, pinning you to the ground.

“Bad hum,” she snarls in your face, and you watch in shock as her jaws open, presumably to bite it off.

A pair of clawed hands grabs both her ears and roughly forces her head down into the ground next to you before she does so, giving you time to roll away from underneath her.

Apparently your little stunt gave Amren the opening he needed.

Mira whines in pain, but the sound is cut short as Amren, with well-practiced and deadly precision, so fast his body becomes a blur of movement, starts coiling his tail around her body, locking her in place.

Mira’s eyes widen in terror as she realizes what’s happening, and she desperately start struggling against him, whining and snarling. It's futile, however, as Amren lets out a ferocious hiss and rests his palms on the ground to keep balanced while his lower body works to firmly trap her.

Mira’s eyes locks on you, and she pathetically whines, begging for your help.

Then Amren starts constricting her.

You watch, stunned, as Mira’s face contracts in pain, her mouth agape desperate for air, her arms and legs locked in awkward positions sticking out between Amren’s coils.

You stifle a cry in surprise when you suddenly hear a loud crack, and Mira’s eyes widen and tears sting her eyes from the pain, but she doesn’t scream – she can’t make a sound.

Crack.

Soon enough her eyes start to bulge and drool falls from her maw as Amren is slowly crushing her, bone for bone, his eyes hard and darkened, his face contorted in that terrifying raging grimace with all of his teeth bared.

Mira tries to pierce her claws trough the tough skin of Amren’s tail in a last desperate attempt to pry him off, and he responds with another gnarly hiss, oblivious to the pain, and you hear another crack.

You watch as Mira’s life is slowly crushed out of her body, and the sight is too much. You can’t bear it.

“Stop,” you whisper, staring into Mira’s bulging eyes.

Amren doesn’t hear you. His face portrays nothing but malice.

Crack.

“Stop,” you say a bit louder, and when he doesn’t listen you grab his face to get his attention.

Crack.

“Stop! AMREN, STOP!”

You scream it into his face and his head snaps up at your voice. His eyes somewhat soften as he looks at you puzzled. He looks down at Mira, like he’s not sure what he was doing, but then stares back up at you.

He takes in your terrified expression, tears falling yet again, your face bloodied and your shaking hands on his cheeks.

“Stop,” you whimper again.

Something changes in Amren’s face as suddenly he looks scared, and he immediately loosens his grip. Mira starts coughing and heaving for air, and lets out a hoarse pitiful whine.

Amren takes in a shuddering breath. “Tiny, I-hrk!”

He’s cut off and grunts in pain when Mira’s teeth are suddenly buried in one of his coils, and before he can regain his grip, she has wriggled out of it.

Mira, panicked, kicks off and away from Amren, landing clumsily on her back. She quickly rolls over on all four, and scrambles toward the brush with her tail between her legs. She clutches her middle protectively and vanishes in between the trees. In a matter of seconds, she's gone.

You breathe hard, staring after her.

You then look to Amren, who’s still just staring at you.

“I- I didn’t-” he trails off, lacking the words. His voice is hoarse after Mira’s onslaught on his throat. “I didn’t mean to-”

You open and close your mouth. “Mira’s a trafficker,” you whisper.

Amren stares at you and nods.

“She tried to kidnap me and kill you.”

He nods again. He scans your face and slowly raises his hand, reaching for it. His eyes widen as you recoil per reflex, and he quickly pulls back.

“I – I don’t – this isn’t me,” he stutters, searching your expression, looking for any reprieve, any understanding.

You stare at him, not knowing who this person is. He had looked like he was ready to really crush her, a single bone at a time, slowly and painfully, prolonging her demise almost sadistically.

You feel like you’ve seen something, something dark, buried and hidden. Amren’s terrifying ability, the nature of what he is, brandished in front of you, and now he’s desperately searching for any indication that you will push him away, run from what he can do.

“I- I know,” you say, eventually.

“I’m not- she tried to kill me -”

“I know.”

“She tried to kidnap you – I just -”

“I know,” you repeat.

He shudders, and lets out a shaky breath.

The forest is eerily quiet as you both sit and take in what just happened. Amren stares into the ground for a good while, breathing to calm himself down, and you sit next to him, your hand on his arm. His presence is grounding. Eventually, you feel his hand, cold as ice, covering yours.

“Is.. is she gone-?” you whisper, staring blindly out in the dark.

Amren glances at you, then flicks his tongue, swiveling his head around.

“Yes,” he rasps at length. “She’s gone.”

“You’re bleeding,” you note.

“Yes,” he says. “So are you.”

“We should get back to our backpacks – bandages-”

You get up, holding on to Amren’s arm, and as he notices you don’t let go he settles for slithering forward a bit lower on his tail than usually. He stops momentarily, however, and looks back.

“What’s that?” he says, lifting the tip of his tail.

You turn your flashlight over, and notice Irwin’s phone is lying in the dirt. Mira must have dropped it when she ran off.

You gingerly pick it up, staring at the obnoxious sticker covered case, a cute frog in the corner a little peeled off. A ping of grief travels through you.

You venture back in silence, once again relying on Amren’s sense of smell to get you back. You’re about ready to collapse when you spot your tent, undisturbed, in the dark.

You get to work on patching each other up, Amren hisses weakly when you rub the disinfectant over his wounds. It takes a while folding bandages along his long tail, but he does his best to uncoil it to give you easier access. Pain-wise, you don’t fare better when he holds your chin with one hand and uses the other to gently dab at the wound on your cheek.

“Quit fuzzing,” he mutters as you squirm.

“Like you were any better,” you retort.

Silence hangs for a while, then Amren opens and closes his mouth to say something. You patiently wait for him to find his words.

“Tiny-” Amren stops himself and huffs through his nose, and then actually says your name instead. It sounds foreign, coming from him. “I’m sorry.”

The words have certain weight to them, and you get the sense he's not only referring to what just transpired. He busies himself with cutting a small piece off a bandage and carefully securing it to your cheek.

“Let’s – let’s have a proper talk about what we do after some sleep,” he offers.

You nod. “I’m sorry, too.”

Finishing patching each other up, you return to your tent and bundle up, curling into a fetal position. It’s been one of the most terrifying nights of your life, and you can’t stop seeing the horrific image of Mira’s open jaws coming for your face, how she was contorted, slowly being crushed alive, the sound of Amren’s hissing, the metallic stench of blood and red eyes glowing in the dark-

You shiver, heart pounding as your brain keeps recalling the events, and wince as you arm aches.

You turn on the side, and close your eyes hoping for sleep to come silence your spiraling mind. You were almost kidnapped. This is the type of thing that only happens on the news – the type of thing you hear about, think 'that's terrible' and then go on about your business. But it happened. And here you are, lying in a tent not too far away from where you were attacked.

The tent seems cramped all of a sudden, with the wind howling through the thick plastic. You thank the stars for your trusty sleeping bag, given the very cold air you feel on your face, and how the fluff somewhat keeps you grounded.

If it hadn't been for Amren..

You sigh through your nose, recalling the horrid conversation before you stormed off. He had been right to try and stop you, though you still feel a small pit of justified rage in your stomach. Suggesting your friend is dead meat anyway so he doesn’t matter didn’t sit right with you at all, and neither did the way he grabbed you.

Though tonight's events and his solemn apology has calmed it quite a bit.

Is what you've seen tonight the reason he's acting the way he is? Consistently pushing everyone away with a venomous attitude doesn't really speak of blossoming friendship. But the way he looked at you, searching for some sort of forgiveness – it had looked so strange, and just adds to your confusion.

You hear him moving around in his own tent again, though tonight you notice his breathing comes haggard and fast, like he's just been exercising. Well, he did just fight of a madwoman coyote and sustained significant damage in the process. You feel over the bandage hiding the gnarly bite marks on your arm and wince. If you're in pain from only this, you can't imagine what Amren's feeling.

"Are you alright?" you call out.

A few seconds pass, and you suspect he's going to ignore you. Then his still strained voice cuts through the darkness.

"Yes," there's a pause where he just breathes hard, deftly proving he's lying, before he follows up with "are you?"

"Concerned for me? Now I know for a fact you aren't alright,” you jest half-heartedly. It’s reassuring to do something familiar.

There's an actual snort coming from him, though whether from humor or indignation you aren't sure. Maybe it's both. "Go to sleep, Tiny."

The anxiety hangs heavy in your chest, and you’re not sure you could follow that request no matter how much you want to. And his obvious haggard breathing is more than cause for concern. He will not in a million years tell you what's bothering him, besides the pain of course, on his own volition. So you sit up, unzip your sleeping bag and scoot to the front of your tent, almost thankful for the excuse to not be alone with your thoughts.

"What are you doing?" Amren asks.

"You won't tell me what's wrong so I'll just have to see for myself," you grumble, fumbling with the zipper to the opening of your tent.

"Just stay in your tent and go to sleep, we both need to rest," Amren protests.

"No can't do buckeroo. If you die I'll get fired for sure," you half-joke, and suppress a shiver as you head into the cold night air, and pull the sleeping bag a bit closer.

He groans exasperated. "I'm not going to die, so just-"

You open the zipper to his tent, and stare inside. He's completely coiled in on himself in the far corner. Even in the dark, you can see his entire body is trembling. The bandages on his tail have bled a bit through, though not exactly enough to cause concern.

"You look like shit," you say.

“Likewise, Tiny,” he retorts, eyeing the covered wounds on your arm and face. "Now you've seen the big bad snake in a sorry state, you happy? Go back to sleep."

He shakes his head and turns his face away from you, going deeper into his coiled tail. He's still shivering, and it dawns on you it's not just because of the cuts or loss of blood as you previously suspected.

"You're cold," you realize out loud. All this time - "Of course you are, you're cold blooded, aren't you? And you didn't bring a sleeping bag?!"

He huffs. "Never needed one. It'll take a lot more than a little chill to kill me," he speaks somewhat with the annoying self-assurance you're used to, but his voice comes out sort of sluggish. You faintly remember a crash course on grade school biology that reptiles become lethargic when they get too cold. You guess recovering from a vicious fight doesn't help matters.

"So the mornings I found you spread out in the sun, the weird moving around at night - Amren why the hell didn't you say something? I'm warm blooded, I can regulate my temperature just fine! You could have had my sleeping bag!" you scold him, scooting a bit closer.

"And what would you do, then? Would you please just look after yourself for a change?" he promptly shifts around so his back is turned to you. "Get out and go back to sleep.”

You frown at how his defensively adverse attitude has returned full force, and wonder briefly if this is a habit brought on by something else. You stare at his shivering back. His bitterness tries to hide it, but his body betrays him – you actually get the sense he might get seriously sick or worse if he keeps this up, especially when injured.

"Get bent, grumpy," you say, and close the zipper behind you.

He huffs in response, apparently thinking he's convinced you to leave, but he promptly turns to face you when you start scooting closer inside the tent.

He opens his mouth to tell you off, but before he says anything you spread open your arms, using the sleeping bag as pseudo wings, before carefully plopping down on top of his upper body, effectively covering him.

He lets out an undignified snarl in protest. "Tiny, what the hell are you-" he cuts himself off, and you feel his whole body go rigid. “Oh.”

“Better?” you grumble, settling the sleeping bag over both of you, leaning on his torso and your legs dangling over his coiled tail.

"Oh," he says again, and you feel his arms slowly snake up over your back, sending chills down your spine.

His icy hands hits some exposed skin under your shirt and you gasp.

“Nature's balls, you’re fucking freezing,” you complain, squirming as his arms follow and he pulls you into the coldest hug you’ve ever had in your life.

“You’re so warm – how the – how are you this warm?” Amren demands, as if he’s personally offended it’s a secret you’ve deliberately kept from him.

You feel his grip becoming somewhat tighter, and you think for a second that maybe you should have kept it that way.

You yelp when suddenly he forcefully pulls you close, wrapping his body around you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, you laying flush against his torso, and him shifting around to get as much of his tail benefiting from your body heat as possible. Within seconds, he’s got you in a vice grip, shivering and seeking out your warmth like a moth to a flame.

You faintly remember from tonight’s events what he’s capable of when coiled around something, and feel you may have made a mistake.

“Ho-kay, that, that’s a little tight-” you grunt, straining uncomfortably against him.

He mumbles unintelligibly against your neck, and you feel his hand run up your back and settle at the back of your head. He shifts one again, loosening his grip ever so slightly, and you breathe a bit easier.

“Squirm around and get comfortable,” he grumbles.

You shift slightly against him, getting yourself into a less awkward position. He moves with you, and once you go still, you feel his body relaxing, and a more comforting weight settles all around you. Amren breathes deeply, and you feel his shivering slightly halting. Guess he’ll live.

Should you say something? Just an hour ago you couldn’t wait to get as far away from him as possible, yet here you are, closer than you thought was even possible with him.

"Is this alright.?" you ask after a beat.

"Hush," he says.

Tonight's event’s still haunt you, but something about this closeness soothes your racing thoughts. Laying here, with the reassuring sound of Amren’s now steady breathing and his body against yours, the gentle pressure of his coils all around you is, despite everything, making your body relax. You’re guarded from all sides and no vicious snapping jaws can reach you here.

You’re lulled into a deep sleep in Amren’s arms, and you have never felt this safe in your life.

#colderwriting #monster romance #gender neutral reader #x reader #monster lover #naga #monster x reader #hhh this was a long one #congratulations on officially getting under his skin

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