#Naga sun

[flusteredfools]

AUUGHH HI HI HIIII, I just got done reading chapter two of your new fic (Naga ‘na) and I am so so so SO!! Jittery about what will happen next, the primal instinct to live so we run? Astonishing!!! It’s so interesting in times of despair one will suddenly find the heart to live.

Will the bite we gave Sun scar? Or will it be like one of those small harmless pecks of a little chick???

Aww, I'm so so happy you (and others) are enjoying it so far! It's such a nice feeling <3 and I find myself looking forward to everyone's reactions with each new chapter (or writing session XD)

Thankfully the bite won't scar, lil Harpy/n's teeth are rather blunt and small but the bite does hurt. Sun and Moon are still young enough that their scales aren't all that thick so the bite isn't sharp so much as a painful pinch. Though Sunny would have preferred the stabbing kind of pain instead, pinching pain does more mental damage to him than physical; reminding him of how helpless and hurt he was in the past. I won't spoil too much more of this reaction though, you're going to have to wait a few more days until the chapter is posted. :)

[missterious-figure]

I was eating gummy worms earlier and I was inspired

I present- the gummy worm naga boys! Sun is the sweet one and Moon is the sour one.

To get his sweetness, Sun eats sweet things like sugar. Like wise, Moon eats sour things.

[amarynthian-chronicles]

The price of ambition

Y/N: Gentlemen, I am innocent.

Naga Sun, coiled around his darling new prisoner: charming untruths cannot undo the wickedness of your actions, nor can your siren song erase the misdeed of entering our sacred home uninvited.

Naga Moon, placing a claw under Y/N's chin, swirls appearing in his glowing red eyes: were you summoned by the allure of our jewels and the grandeur of our underground palace? Such naughty intentions slumbering in your heart, pretty little gem.

Y/N, trying to remain professional: I was not here to rob you, I am really just trying to get my paper done, I was doing archaeological research.

Naga Sun: My, my, I have never heard that one before. Bonus points for originality, songbird.

Naga Moon: Provide proof for your claims and we may reconsider your case, pretty gem.

Y/N, trying to reach their pockets while still in Sun's coils: you know what, fine, can you two take a look at my notes while we are at it?

Naga Sun, inspecting the papers: this is atrocious! Sweetling, how can you even read your own handwriting? And your translations are subpar at best, I feel embarassed for the both of us.

Naga Moon, leaning over to check: such dreadful penmanship and conclusions unworthy of a scholar's name. I have never seen anyone prove their innocence with evidence of incompetence.

Y/N, blinking tiredly: I really should have just stayed in bed today.

Naga Sun, grinning: we can help you, though. Our knowledge and wisdom shall be at your disposal, we offer our ancient libraries and unspoken secrets.

Naga Moon, whispering lovingly: for the price of companionship and tenderness, your glimmering shine shall be for our eyes alone, precious little gem.

Y/N, desperate and with deadlines to meet: alright, but one more comment about my handwriting and I am leaving.

[thedenofravenpuff]

Lil fanart for @baconlyswiss' Naga AU fic Nagas of Fazbaru, that ya'll should definitely check out!

Sun just being an adorable snuggle snek with the protag during a quiet moment in their big adventure together.

Enjoy!

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[erenevune]

Finally this is finished! I'm not entirely happy with how Moon's colouring turned out but I struggled to figure out how to properly fix it xP

This is fanart of a scene in my fav fic of all time, The Broken and The Monster Who Saved Him by Haru1027 (@haruthecat1027). Specifically chapter 21. Go read it! I've lost count at this point how many times I have I adore it so much.

You have no idea how much all those pillows absolutely killed me. But! I'm super proud of on my first go accidently making the moon pillow have a cool holographic effect! Even if that wasn't my original intention! lol

Line art and some close ups under the cut!

Tried my best to add a few bruises and scars onto Sun- its not the best but I hope it at least is recognizable. Close up of the subtle scale texture I put in as well so it wasn't so flat

The holographic pillow and the string lights! I love doing glow effects so much. I had a lot of fun doing that- even if it took a while to do each glow on its own ^^"

And line art + OG ver & new ver for comparison

[missterious-figure]

OMG!! He's so cute!! I love him! And so does Sun!

Look at them!! Two cutie pooties

Thought to try my hand at making @missterious-figure 's gummy naga Sun into a crochet doll

I tried to make him as size accurate as I could from the drawings I saw of the gummy nagas

[suokumi]

snek babieeees, love them and their bond, the kind of sibling dynamic you could actually wish for (but moon pls get your head out of your cloaca and stop overthinking things) Naga bois from CAtFLBLaF by @crazedauthor ~

[nopiedraws]

I like to think he uses his rattle snake tail to entertain the baby

[pharawee]

"I think you are the one for me." —SUNSET X VIBES · 15 June 2024

[sinnabee]

comm i did for @crazedauthor during last night's stream of her naga boys!!! If you haven't checked out her naga fic yet, omg go read it rn!!! its fantastiiiic <3

[melanirana]

@naffeclipse Nagas you say . . . have them three boys all made up of tropical species(or semi tropical) of snakes

Sun is a mix of Eyelash Viper and Black Racer. Sun is diurnal.

Moon is White Lipped Python and a Cape Cobar. He is also the longest out of the boys and Nocturnal.

And Eclipse is a Red African Bush Viper mixed with a Blood Python. He is active during the morning and the evening.

Dont get me started on snake biologie, I will ramble for hours and give you a crash course worth 3 years of biologie class.

[flusteredfools]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62765998/chapters/160690864

Chapter 1: Welcome to Fazco’s Mega-Zoo Theme Park

Summary:

[Flamingo Harpy Y/N (AFAB) x King Cobra Rattlesnake Hybrid Naga Moon x Yellow Anaconda Frilled Lizard Hybrid Naga Sun] Poor little Flaminglet runt reader becomes abandoned and fed to the snakes; more specifically, Naga Snakelets at Fazco's MegaZoo. They try their best to run and hide from the young Nagas, though they unknowingly hide away in two Naga's favorite 'secret base'. The two friends had never seen or heard of a Harpy before, though you've certainly have heard of the terrifying beasts that are Nagas. The young snakelets are quite curious, wanting to know everything they possibly can about you; not seeming to understand that they're what's causing you to be so distressed... From childhood friends to cross species lovers? At least that's what the Naga's are hoping for.

[missterious-figure]

Do the smol gummy nagas groom each other?

The tiny naga boys do, indeed, groom each other! And they groom each other alot, at least, when their not sleeping or playing. However, Sun is definitely more concerned about being/looking neat.

(Moon is quite upset because he got wet... which is very uncomfortable for the gummy boys)

Another thing they help each other with is shedding. One holds on to a piece of the loose skin and sits still. The other starts to slowly and steadily peel themselves out. They normally shed every two or so weeks, but can force themselves to shed on demand if they wish. They really only do this if they get wet. Doing it too frequently would take too much energy.

[crazedauthor]

A beautiful commission I got from @shawncoper1 ! (Note: their commissions are not open to the general public right now.)

It's baby naga Sun and Moon, soon after hatching! These boys were cuddle bugs. They stuck together like glue for most of their early life. Squishy little babies so nice to hold!

[naffeclipse]

Warm Fangs

Naga!Sun x Reader. Sickness.

Prev

As you sleep, the fever worsens. Chills hit you with a violent shudder. The heat from the sickness flees under the quaking cold. You moan softly, curling up tighter. A soft hiss shushes you but you can’t find anything warm, anything warm at all.

The smooth brush of scales loosens from around you. The outside cold slips away from your feverish skin but stays within.

“It hasn’t broken yet,” Moon murmurs distantly. Cold fingertips brush your hair, damp from sweat, away from your forehead. A whine leaves you. You hate how pathetic it sounds inside your head.

“Oh, no. I was afraid it might linger with our poor lily pad,” Sun lowers his voice but he’s not as quiet as his brother, holding a stage whisper more than an actual whisper. You might have smiled if you weren’t bothered by the mottled moonlight giving way to a blue-bright early morning sky. 

It doesn’t feel warm. The sun is supposed to reheat the earth and take away the frost filling your chest with a shivering revolt.

A few quiet exchanges slip away in your near unconsciousness. Gingerly, you become weightless, lifted into the air like a feather before pressed into other arms. Heat, raw and covering, finally touches your body. You breathe out a low sigh, eyelids fluttering to peek up at the source of the heat. The form softly sways as you’re carried away.

“It’s going to be alright,” Sun hums. He looks down at you, his spiky frills flaring around his head in golden hues before the shadow of the cave eclipses the morning sun. “Don’t move, my water lily, you’re still sick.”

“Hmm, I’m fine,” you half moan. Your eyes fall close again. A tender soreness soaks into every muscle, especially at your neck and your shoulders. The deep, deep ache that refuses to go away. 

You shudder with another chill. Sun clicks his tongue in concern, the forked end whipping with a snapping worry. 

“You amaze me, truly. Even in the throes of illness, you’re still so stubborn.” He laughs softly, endearing but in a way that almost makes you push yourself out of his steady arms. He doesn’t get to think you’re cute. Not right now, when you feel how sticky your body is and how weak your limbs dangle as he carries you deeper into the cave you’ve made a shelter within.

“Sun,” you softly groan.

“Save your strength to fight the fever, not me.” A soft peck of his scaly mouth touches your temple. You nearly dissolve under his doting command. “You need to rest and do as I say so you can feel better. I don’t like to see you like this.”

You, in a reflective, rebellious instinct, almost try to kick out your feet and find solid ground, but Sun lowers you to the cold, cave floor. You’re seized by another icy torrent of coldness. Hugging your arms, you quietly groan. A soft swell of tears teem over your eyelids. That’s from the sickness, you tell yourself. You’re not crying because Sun and his sweet warmth let you go.

“I’ll be gone for only a moment, lily pad. Hold on for me, okay?” he singsongs.

You want to snatch the heat that had held back the torturous chills. Lifting your heavy eyes, you scour the dimness of the cave, catching sight of Sun’s long body softly slipping over the stone towards the shelves that were chipped into the wall of the cavern. The rich yellow hues of his scales are bright even in the shadows of rocks. The markings along his waist and around his throat are scarlet and vibrant with warning of his venom. You watch the outline of Sun’s defined shoulders move, taking and gathering, collecting a pale pink blossom you can’t currently name.

Pressed against the wall in a sleepy bundle of his scales, Moon watches you, eyes half lidded but attentive. You didn’t hear him enter. His hands open and close, as if to reach for you. He holds back. You frown at his distance but recall his cool scales through the midnight fever, and drowsily, in fitful half-sleep, wait for Sun.

He returns with a skim over the floor. His presence washes over you with hope.

“Don’t cry, my water lily. I’m here,” Sun coaxes with gentle mirth. A crooked finger swipes the leaking liquid from your eyes.

“Not crying,” you grumble, voice croaking like a frog. “Not a water lily.”

“Oh, I’m going to have to disagree and blame your lack of sense on the sickness,” he chirps as if you were simply the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

You pry your eyelids open for a glare. You certainly are not a beautiful and grandiose flower. Not right now in your freezing weakness.

Moon’s hissing laughter echoes. It fills you with another short burst of irate energy that lasts for only the moment of his humor. Sun tuts and shoots Moon a look before gently cradling you. The golden naga guides you upright with a tender hand supporting your back. He rests your head on his shoulder, his underside a shiny, pale cream color, and the gentle heat of his body burns away the chills holding you down. 

He lifts up a small flower, pale pink and pom-pom like on the end of a slender, green stalk.

“Eat this. It’ll make you feel better,” he softly insists.

You eye the flower as if it were a venus flytrap, and you were a particularly weak fly.

“What is it?” you murmur.

“I’ve heard humans call it a sensitive plant, sometimes called touch-me-not. If you had told me you weren’t feeling well early, you could have had this sooner.” The chasiting does not evade your awareness. Sun lowers the plant closer, as if offering a rose instead of medicine. “It will help with your fever and chills.”

“Ugh,” you turn your head ahead. The thought of eating when you have no appetite rears an ugly head within you. “I don’t need it.”

“I disagree strongly, lilypad,” Sun crones in disapproval. “Once you eat it, you’ll start to feel better.”

The soft lift to his tone invades you. You want to squirm, keep turning away from the offered medical plant, but Sun’s warmth surrounds you entirely. Gently, his finger guides your cheek until you face him once more.

“Please, won’t you, for me?” His cornflower blue eyes hold you with his plea. From the corners of his wide mouth, the very tips of fangs glint, but you’re not afraid of his bite. He saved you with his venom, once.

You grimace and force your lips to part. Murmuring praises and coaxes alike in a soft, musical tone, Sun presses the flower head to your mouth until you bite it off, and chew laboriously. It tastes green and dry. He watches you, hawk-like, ensuring you masticate the soft, brittle like petals before swallowing against the vicious dryness of your throat. You gasp after gulping.

His smile grows like a sunbeam at sunrise.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.” He tenderly rubs his mouth against your forehead. “Thank you."

The heat of his affection battles the cold underneath your skin, and when you shiver, he holds you tighter. You fall deeper under his fondness.

"This will pass and you’ll be in tip-top shape again,” he says softly, brimming with heated hope.

Oh, Sun. You want to curse him. You want to tell him that he can’t talk like that, melting your insides and making you nothing but an ooey-gooey mess, but you can’t. You are swept away by his sweet tones. 

No one but Sun unbalances you and catches you in the same motion. He’s disarming. He's the only thing that feels right.

You slump against him in another full-body shudder. Softly humming, Sun begins rearranging your limp form, draping your legs across his deliciously warm tail as the dark end wraps your lower legs. The tightness of his coils used to frighten you before you realized how summery and soft he is. He tucks you gently against his arm, lying down to become your personal pillow.

You are so useless. It’s a miracle you haven’t faded away by now—a miracle of two nagas, no less.

“It’s also called humble flower,” he continues with a soft note. “Perhaps you could take that aspect from it as well, my water lily.”

You moan, unable to offer a rebuttal that you are no flower, but his gentle embrace covers you entirely. His chest thrums lightly with a heartbeat you’ve listened to before. A soft hum fills his throat. He continues pressing his mouth against your cheek, the crook of your neck, and the top of your head as if smothering the clammy effect attempting to surface on your body.

“Soon, you’ll rise and we can stroll through the jungle and find more flowers, more flowers like you, and you’ll feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he chatters endlessly.

You can only snuggle deeper against his chest, against his warm, smooth scales, better than any patch of sunlight, and trust in him.

[erenevune]

New fic! Sfw sick fic version and nsfw version respectively! Both start the same, but I've included jump links in case you want to read both versions so you aren't reading the same parts twice