#moon -1

[tmd-clangen]

MOON -1 | BLOOD MOON

SOLITUDE | PART ONE

part one | part two | part three

“Stay right there.”

Poolgleam’s firmly cold voice commanded Leappaw into complacency. So it did for the others, as well; Serpentkit squeezed his way under Leappaw’s belly and stood there, shivering from both cold and fear. Irispaw wrapped his tail around Bushkit, who mewled a few faint words that Leappaw couldn’t precisely make out.

Poolgleam fixes them all with a stare, a hollow stare, that eats up Leappaw’s heart despite how many times he’s seen it so far. The five of them were stopped at the front of a very imposingly tall barrier made of some kind of gray, shiny material, something he’d never seen before. “Stay right there.”

Leappaw realized Poolgleam wanted a response. “Okay,” Leappaw meowed slowly, shifting his paws in the thin layer of new snow.

Poolgleam’s stare remained a few gaping moments longer before he turned, hooking his claws into the square gaps of the barrier and hoisting himself upward. Leappaw watched his ascent, closer and closer to the tips of the treetops and the bleeding red sky with every grunt and every kick of his legs. At last, he reached the top of the barrier; then Poolgleam jumped down, landing on the other side of the barrier with a slight wobble in his legs.

Leappaw continued to watch Poolgleam as he walked further away without another glance back. He walked into the open clearing of the bordered place, glancing around a few times. Mostly at the very large things that were present here- yet again things Leappaw had never seen, but at least heard of, this time. Monsters, he remembers them being called?

Leappaw turned his head over his shoulder to look at Irispaw. Irispaw is just staring at the ground. “Hey, Iris,” he prompted, “those are monsters, right?”

Irispaw blinks once, then looks up. The bags under his eyes are miserable. He followed Leappaw’s gaze back into the clearing full of giant things, and nodded slowly. “Yeah. Those are monsters.” A minute later, Irispaw added very quietly, “…poppa told me all ‘bout ‘em.”

Then he’s staring back at the ground again. Leappaw frowns. Irispaw looked like he’d aged moons in just a week. Leappaw, though he wanted to say he was any better, could share the same feeling. He was sure that Poolgleam did, too. And he could only hope that Serpentkit nor Bushkit felt that way. But, looking at them…

Serpentkit cried. There was more time that he was crying than he wasn’t. And though Bushkit still had the peppy energy he always did, Leappaw could painfully tell when it waned. They were both so young. They didn’t deserve to have to deal with this like he and Irispaw and Poolgleam did.

But neither did the three of them deserve it. None of them did.

A long, echoing shriek rips through the otherwise silent night. The beast doesn’t sound very close, but Leappaw subconsciously pressed himself closer to the strange barrier. So did Irispaw, and the kits moved with them, whimpering. “…scary. Scary. Scary,” Serpentkit kept whispering.

“It’s okay, Serp. I’m protecting you, remember?” Leappaw murmured back, sweeping his tail a little closer. “I have you. You’re fine.”

“Scary,” Serpentkit doesn’t respond otherwise.

Irispaw’s shoulders brushed against Leappaw’s flank before Irispaw laid down next to him, folding his legs in and wrapping his tail around Bushkit. Irispaw heaved a shaking sigh. Leappaw’s frown only grew deeper.

He looked back into the place past the barrier, still staring at all the monsters. Poolgleam was out of sight, but just when Leappaw’s heart was beginning to pound, he came back into the open clearing. And then Poolgleam dashed right into a big wound in one of the monsters, disappearing inside it. Leappaw watched him do this several times; in, out, in, out, in, out, checking all the different monsters. All of them different colors, most sharing a similar body shape and patterns.

Finally, it seems that Poolgleam has finished checking all the monsters’ wounds, bounding back out of the last one and toward the barrier. Now, though, his attention landed on a twisting red tendril that on one end fixed itself to the top of the barrier, and on the other end to the bottom of the barrier, though more off to the side. He tugged at the bottom end of the tendril until it came loose from the barrier, then he started to move backward, still tugging hard at it.

Leappaw watched with complete fascination as, despite the apparent difficulty given Poolgleam’s struggle, the barrier slowly moved backward along with the tendril’s direction. Poolgleam only moved it back about a tail-length wide before he let go of the tendril, panting slightly. Then, he finally looked at them all, muttering out, “In.”

Leappaw led the way, making sure Serpentkit stayed under his belly as he slunk into the little space Poolgleam’s effort had created. Then Bushkit came after him, then Irispaw. The four of them looked at Poolgleam and his ever-hollow expression.

Poolgleam gave only a slight nod, before moving past them and toward the barrier. With his head now, he pushed it to close the gap. He took the bottom end of the tendril yet again and secured it as it had been before. When he was done with that, his eyes turned distantly to stare at one of the monsters, and he flicked his tail in an order to follow. The four of them followed as Poolgleam led them into the monster’s open wound.

Leappaw had heard before that monsters were weird, hollow, and soulless beings with no organs and guts, instead bearing a really odd internal structure- and what he was seeing now sure fit what he’d been told by the elders. Inside this monster, it was very empty, with a few heightened protrusions on its sides and similar parts above those protrusions that hung instead from the top of the monster’s insides. Some parts of its insides seemed to divide off into small caves. At the very rear of the monster’s inside, raised off the ground by thin, shiny legs, was a thick thing that looked like it had a soft texture, then something he recalled was probably a ladder, then yet another of the thick things suspended even higher up by the same shiny stick legs.

Poolgleam padded toward it, Leappaw and the others following after him. He gestured with a sharp tilt of his head, and the four of them sprang up onto the thick thing. It was in fact soft; perhaps even softer than moss. Much more loose than moss, though; its thin coat shifted with every little move of his paws. Bushkit discovered with a gasp that this thick thing’s pelt could be lifted up, but it didn’t bleed, only falling back into place once Bushkit let it go.

Irispaw took to curling up quickly on the thinpelt, followed by Serpentkit, who was still murmuring something nonsensical. And while Bushkit was just testing out how far up the thinpelt could be lifted, Leappaw looked down at Poolgleam. Poolgleam looked back up at him.

“Stay here. I’ll be back,” Poolgleam said.

Leappaw’s brows furrowed. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be back,” Poolgleam didn’t elaborate. He turned around and left through the monster’s wound.

Leappaw stared after him for a while- even through a part of the monster that was strangely see-through. Poolgleam headed back toward the barrier. Then he began to climb it again. Is he leaving us? Why is he leaving?

“Poolgleam!” Leappaw shouted aloud, unintentionally. Irispaw startled.

“What—”

Leappaw whipped his head around to face Irispaw. “Poolgleam’s leaving!”

“What?!” Irispaw exclaimed with far more alarm this time, back on his paws in an instant. He streaked out of the monster’s wound and Leappaw followed him, barely able to hear the cries of Serpentkit and Bushkit as they left so suddenly.

But by the time Leappaw and Irispaw made it back to the barrier, all they could do was watch as Poolgleam disappeared into the darkness in the woods beyond.

#tmdclangen #moon -1 #clangen #gilded colony #leappaw #irispaw #poolgleam #serpentkit #bushkit

[vectorisheree]

Moon takes the role of Jack's father after Solar's death

Transparent version under the cut

#woke up and today and my first thought was 'NOOO SOLARS DEADDDDDDD!!!!1!!!111!!11!' #tsams #the sun and moon show #tsams moon #sams #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #the daycare attendant #daycare attendant moon #fnaf moon #moon fnaf #sun and moon show #dca moon #VecArt #myposts #jack o moon #tsams jack #sams jack #tsams spoilers #tsams fanart

[factual-fantasy]

Roxy got a little too close.. :x

#fnaf security breach #bonnie the bunny #Roxanne Wolf #obviously not entirely canon <XDDD #mostly just goofing while I work on other projects #Moon malfunction I see you #and you other 3 projects due in September I SEE YOU #just let me goof for 1 night PLEASE #I rarely get to show roxys fit so that was also a motivator here

[moonmothcomic]

part one! this is a revamped version of a comic i did back in 2020, i finally have an ending in mind so i wanted to restart and really knock your socks off :) now with sideblog for easy access! i will be aiming for one update a month, see you next time!

#mothcomic #ch 1 #hazel #moon #comic #please leave thoughts in the replies or tags i love reading what you guys have to say about it !!! #blood

[rhadko]

happy anniversary to the stanley parable: ultra deluxe! (4/27)

#the stanley parable #tsp #stanarrator #sketches & stanzas 1/3/5 - rk #rendering & stanzas 2/4 - beetle #is it the moon pulling the waves or is it the waves pulling the moon #pssst. you can use this as your phone wallpaper. :)

[ninoxwof]

Stonemover the Nightwing (and Dinner!)

[Image Description: A digital drawing depicting Stonemover from Wings of Fire. He is a stony gray nightwing dragon with tired green eyes and spots of mossy green growing on his legs, tail, back and wings. His eyebrows, nose, horns and spines are like crumbling rocks and stalagmites and he has cracks all over his body. He is laying down with a sort of tired and glum look on his face. In a second picture, dinner the fox is added to it. He's a red fox with a creamy underbelly, and brown sock markings and ears. He is sitting close to Stonemover, next to his back leg. /.End ID]

#wings of fire #wof #dragon #wof arc 1 #wof arc 2 #nightwing #stonemover #wof stonemover #wof nightwing #the brightest night #moon rising #talons of power #darkness of dragons #my faves #wof dinner

[vivwritesfics]

CAN WE PLEASE GET A MOON PROPOSAL OR RING BEARER?! 🦝 ~nurse-sainz

Ofc pookie (I turned it into hcs though I'm sorry

(Tagging you so you get the notif that I finally answered lmao @nurse-sainz )

One of the first things they had taught moon was how to hold things

Well they kind of had to

He learnt what his lil fingers could do and ran with it

Like literally picked stuff up and ran with it

And then tried to eat it (most of it was inedible)

So, they taught him to hold stuff

Which was how Logan found himself in this situation

Moon loved his dad

Nightly snuggles with his parents and all that

But he didn't listen to logan

No matter what trick logan tried to get moon to do, he'd only do it if his mum was asking

Logan held the ring out to moon

"You gotta promise me, buddy," he said as moon wrapped his little raccoon hands around the ring

And then he tried to put it in his mouth

"Moon, no!" Logan tried, taking it off of him and trying again

It took several tries

On the final try (final because Moon didn't try to eat it), Logan called his girl in

He kept Moon behind him, the ring hidden from view (not hidden from view, he was too fat for that)

"Baby," Logan said to her, "I've got a real important question"

He stepped to the side

Immediately she was on her knees, clicking her tongue

On all fours, Moon went running towards his mum

Without the ring

"Hello my little man," he said and picked him up

It took Logan a minute to realise Moon was no longer holding the ring

"Fuck, no, no, no!" Logan cried as he turned to look for the ring

On all fours

Searching for it

But it wasn't on the floor, was it

No, it was in Moons stomach

Standing up, Logan looked at that little demon

"Baby, don't hate me," he began

She furrowed her brows

"We need to go to the vet"

She questioned it in the car with Moon on her lap

With a red blush logan explained

And called moon a demon

Which he was forced to take back

"What do you say?" He asked in the waiting room of the vets office

She was still glaring at her boyfriend

How could he let their sweet precious baby eat a ring?

Sweet little moon (who the receptionist loved)

"Logie, honey, you let our Baby eat something inedible and I'm really mad right now, but yes, I'll marry you"

#logan sargeant #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant fluff #logan sargeant x you #ls2 #ls2 imagine #ls2 x reader #f1 #formula one #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #moon the raccoon

[moonbearmeliox]

My favorite running bit this season so far is that whenever Logan gets into the top 10 of anything, all us Logan fans post a picture of the line up and call for an immediate end to whatever is taking place so Logan can end in that spot. We just want our boy to do well, even if it means stopping the session or race

#logan sargeant #moon's going vroom vroom #formula 1

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Just realized I don't think I ever posted the illustrations for this story here!

Here are the illustrations for chapter 1!

#dca!serial killer au #serial killer duo #sk boys #sk sun #sk moon #serial killer sun #serial killer moon #illustrations #for the children #ao3 #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf daycare au #fnaf dca au #fnaf daycare attendant #dca au #ftc chapter 1 #sun the librarian #moon the security guard #detective y/n #mrs. branson

[otterlyart]

Happy 8 years of Critical Role!

#critical role #critical role campaign 1 #critical role campaign 3 #otterlyart gifs #cr #critical role gif #moon's always been haunted #matt mercer #marisha ray #ashely johnson #Liam O'Brian #Laura Bailey #travis willingham #sam riegel #Taliesin Jaffe #Cr spoilers #but like the tinniest spoiler imaginable

[pansexualkiba]

(tried to go for wide readership, feel free to reblog to give me more manga)

#poll #fullmetal alchemist #fruits basket #dragon ball #naruto #sailor moon #ranma 1/2 #bleach #death note #one piece #detective conan #jojo's bizarre adventure

[tmd-clangen]

MOON -1 | BLOOD MOON

SOLITUDE | PART THREE

part one | part two | part three

Beside Leappaw, Irispaw and Bushkit laid comfortably in a sleeping pile, with Serpentkit curled up next to them. Leappaw sat at the edge of what he decided now to call the softbody, staring out the see-through part of the monster. His gaze was frozen on the crimson sky and the glittering stars, and the blood-red moon sunk at the edge of the horizon.

He couldn’t sleep. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. Worry bit at his nerves and kept him awake, waiting for any kind of sign that Poolgleam would return soon.

Leappaw rose to his paws and jumped off the softbody, landing with a quiet thmmp and padding toward the monster’s open wound. It was snowing outside now, though only slightly. He stepped out onto the white ground and walked toward the center of the clearing.

“Poolgleam,” he murmured aloud, sitting again in the snow. “Where are you? Please… come back soon. Please.”

A sudden gust of wind blew around Leappaw, rustling all his fur and sending a cold chill through his body. Then, he heard a voice whisper,

“Worry not, young cat. Your cleric will be home soon.”

Leappaw jumped back up, staring around with wide eyes. “H- Hello?” he called out, “Who’s there? What—”

“Open your eyes to new horizons,” the strange voice called back again, echoing all around him from nowhere in particular. “But beware of what you have not yet seen.”

Fur puffed up with alarm, Leappaw cried, “Wait, what does that mean?!”

“Your path ahead is full of danger, devastation, and disaster.” His ears pinned against his head. The world felt like it was whirling around him, like he was somewhere else entirely. Like he was in a dream. He had to sit down so he wouldn’t fall over. “Keep your loved ones close and you will survive this. Keep us in your thoughts, and do not wait any longer.”

The chill dissipated. He stared off blankly, huffing with shock. Only when he regained his composure did he keep the words repeating in his mind. I have to remember this, I have to tell Poolgleam. Was that a message from the Cosmos?

Leappaw stared up at the sky again. A lone star streaked through the dark night.

It has to be.

-----

“Hey.”

Leappaw jumped from his sleep immediately with a light yelp. It took him a second to remember where he was before he realized he was on top of the softbody again, head laid on top of Irispaw’s back. Irispaw flinched from his own sleep at the exclaiming sound from Leappaw and grumbled drowsily. Leappaw looked around for the source of the voice before his eyes widened.

There was Poolgleam, standing a fox-length away from the softbody and looking up at them all. He still looked just as tired as before, just as out of it; but he smiled softly. Leappaw gasped with relief and brought himself up in an instant. “Poolgleam!” he cried.

“W- Whuh?!” Irispaw came fully conscious at the call of the cleric’s name, his eyes snapping open. He saw Poolgleam quickly and let out his own relieved cry. “Poolgleam! Oh, you’re back! I was so—”

Irispaw nearly slipped off the softbody with how quickly he jumped off of it, totally leaving Bushkit behind. It didn’t matter in a few moments, though, when Bushkit woke up fast as well. The peach-furred kitten yawned and blinked slowly, mumbling, “Mmm, nooo, few more minutes please…”

Leappaw decided to leave Bushkit alone for the moment, chuckling, before following after Irispaw. Irispaw butted his head into Poolgleam and purred, which the cleric returned and closed his eyes. “Poolgleam, I’m so so glad you’re back,” Irispaw whimpered, “I was so worried about you—”

“Worried?” Poolgleam meowed, as if that came by complete surprise. “Why, was something the matter…?”

Irispaw sniffled and nodded a little. “You’ve just— you’ve just been so distant from us I was scared you wanted to leave us and go die.”

Poolgleam’s eyes widened with ashamed realization before they fell tiredly again. “Oh, Irispaw, no… I’m so sorry, hun,” he murmured. “I’ve just… I was so focused on trying to find us someplace safe to stay, but I hardly thought about anything else. That’s completely on me.”

“So it’s not our fault…” Irispaw looked up at him, pleadingly. “Or my fault…?”

“No, not at all, Iris.” Poolgleam pulled Irispaw in even closer, and Irispaw wrapped his own forelegs around him. Leappaw could see him shaking slightly. “I’m very sorry. I promise that I care very much about you, and Leappaw, and Serpentkit and Bushkit.”

Leappaw purred and took a few steps forward to curl himself around the two of them as well. One of Poolgleam’s legs shifted to fall over Leappaw’s back. “At least, with the search I did last night,” Poolgleam remarked, “I know this place is as safe as it can be. The beasts can’t get past the shiningfence.”

“Shiningfence?” Leappaw inquired.

“The tall barrier around our new camp. Like a bramble wall, but practically unbreakable,” Poolgleam explained. “It’s made of metal and very hard to damage.”

“Ohhh,” Leappaw nodded, understanding. “Cool.”

After a few minutes, the apprentices both peeled away a little and Poolgleam kept up his smile. That was when Leappaw remembered: “Wait, Poolgleam, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Yes, what is it?” Poolgleam invited.

“I think… I think I got a message from the Cosmos, last night,” Leappaw started, voice a little slow and uncertain. “I feel like what they told me was kind of concerning…”

Poolgleam blinked, looking more cautious now. His smile fell. “Did you see any ghost alongside the message?”

“No… the voice had no body,” Leappaw said. He took in a deep breath, then recited, “It told me, ‘Open your eyes to new horizons, but beware of what you have not yet seen. Your path ahead is full of danger, devastation, and disaster. Keep your loved ones close and you will survive this. Keep us in your thoughts, and do not wait any longer.’…”

Poolgleam’s brows furrowed, and he stared down at his paws. Irispaw stared at him with wide eyes. “The Cosmos spoke to you? Did it sound like anyone from…” Irispaw trailed off. Leappaw knew what he wanted to say.

Sadly, he shook his head. “It didn’t sound like anyone from the Gilded Colony. It was completely unfamiliar. Sounded vaguely feminine, and a bit older…” Leappaw detailed.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Perhaps she’ll return with another message at some other point,” Poolgleam said. He looked back at Leappaw. “Thank you for telling me this.”

“Of course, I figured it was probably… like really important,” Leappaw huffed a little laugh, “and you’re the cleric after all, so maybe you can figure it out better than my scramble-minded self did last night!”

“‘Do not wait any longer’?” Bushkit called from on top of the softbody, now properly awake. “On what? What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

Serpentkit now poked his head out from the top, too. “I’m kinda way more worried about the whole… death and destruction and disaster part,” he squeaked. “That sounds… really bad!”

“Well… she said we would survive this,” Irispaw interjected, “as long as we keep each other close.”

Leappaw smiled softly. “Well, that doesn’t sound hard at all.” 

The others met him with smiles and nods of their own. It was reassuring to know they all felt the same. Despite all they’d gone through, and everything that might still be coming for them…

“Hey, we’re all gonna be okay, okay? I promise it to you all,” Poolgleam spoke gently, beckoning Bushkit and Serpentkit down. The two kittens hopped down from the softbody and came over to be embraced by him. “I’m going to make sure we get through everything.”

Leappaw pressed close on one side of Poolgleam while Irispaw did on the other. He remembered the shooting star and smiled, understanding what he had to do.

And I’m going to help make sure we get through it, too.

#tmdclangen #moon -1 #clangen #gilded colony #leappaw #irispaw #[spoiler name] #serpentkit #bushkit #poolgleam

[without-ado]

Earth and Moon From Beyond l NASA Artemis 1

#nasa #artemis 1 #space #astronomy #astrophotography #universe #earth #moon #lunar far side #solar system #galaxy #night #stars #sky #planets #Orion spacecraft #apod

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Artemis I's Earth and Luna

#astronomy #night #sky #space #stars #science #nasa #universe #nebula #galaxy #cosmos #earth #moon #luna #artemis 1

[naffeclipse]

Cold Scales

Naga!Moon x Reader. Sickness.

The first sign of your fever hits you with a pulse of heat. You brushed it aside, believing the sun had been beating on you too long, and the jungle warmth was simmering your blood. Sun leads you to the cave come nightfall. The buzz of mosquitoes fills the air with a menacing hum.

Sun has always been warm to you, even when he told you that you are warmer. His melting yellow and golden jewel tone scales, his cornflower blue eyes, wide and endearing, fit alongside the heavy humidity in the afternoons. The small scarlet markings on his throat and hips are metal-red hot, too. He always kept you warm.

Moon is cool. You’re not sure if that’s due to the cold tones of his scales, gray-blue on his belly and along his arms, and deeper into midnight blue along his back and on top of his hood. He hides in the darkness after sunset. His red eyes, even darker still, only flash once it’s too late for his prey. You’ve seen how fast he strikes—before, when you were acting foolish and trying to escape their aid, and after, when you watched him and Sun hunt a meal.

You slip out of Sun’s embrace. His arms fall away, lethargic from the day you both put your energy into scavenging for berries and nuts and small mammals. A soft hiss leaves his lips. You wait a moment to ensure he doesn’t stir, though his coils unconsciously tense, searching for the little human he was holding.

Sun had mentioned you felt warmer than usual, but you convinced him you were only tired and worn out from the hot day. Still, he frowned when you laid down beside him on the cool cave floor.

The fever pulses deep within you. You feel it burn across your forehead with a ripple of sweat. Staggering out of the cave, what strength you have is quickly sapped by whatever attacks your body. You need less heat. You need to be cold and imagine gulping down icy water to soothe the dryness infecting your throat.

A small trail that’s been trampled by your feet and the width of snake tails leads you through the trees. Even in the dark, under the delirium of a fever, you find the edge of the glinting water reflecting the canopy of thick verdant leaves overhead.

You kneel, almost collapsing forward before you manage to catch yourself with both hands splashing into the pebble-bottom stream. The heavy breaths in your chest heave in and out. You sigh and tell yourself you’re being a baby—one little fever, and you’re struggling to concentrate on the water before you.

In the reflection of the stream, you catch two red eyes glowing above you, leaning out of a tree to survey your feeble attempts to quench your burning thirst. A hood of midnight and diamond yellow stars surround the visage. 

“It’s nothing, Moon,” you whisper to the water. Slowly, you cup your hand and carefully bring it to your lips. The crisp coldness douses your heated lips, filling your mouth with a jolt due to the sharp contrast of cold and fire within you. When you swallow, you shiver.

The softest rustle echoes. A few branches quiver, then, you feel his presence behind you, cool as a tree’s shadow. 

A large, blue-gray hand snakes around your forehead. Knuckles press against your temple, and you sigh in relief at his blissful, fresh touch. 

“Fever,” Moon rasps, carrying the end of the word with a soft hiss of disdain, as if saying it with a curse will make it no longer reality.

“I just need a drink.” You cup your hand in the lazy flow of water again. “I’m fine.”

“Too warm,” he says when you greedily gulp another mouthful. 

Water spills cut down the corners of your mouth. He presses closer to you. His thumb smoothly wipes away the drips falling off of your chin, then he shifts. Your mauve shirt with the sleeves cut off allows his frosty arms to offer a barrier against the next wave of heat crashing against you. He’s never felt so cold before—or have you never felt this feverish before?

“It’ll go away.” 

You try to get to your feet but Moon’s hand on your waistline stops you from rising.

“Come here,” he rasps. “Let me see you, orchid.”

You would have given him a look at the pet name, but you don’t have the strength to muster the effort. He eases you back against his chest. His palms slide and cup your shoulders, his sharp fingertips slipping slightly under the frayed edges of your shirt and resting on the end of your collarbone. Is that a shiver from the elicit touch or sickly chills beginning to take hold?

“You’re flushed,” he hisses softly. A slight slip of his tongue, forked at the end, peeks out of his mouth as he leans closer. You moan unwittingly at his cool, flat cheek pressed against your clammy face.

“It was hot today.”

“You’re sick,” he decides.

This time, you groan out of refusal rather than relief. 

“I’m not sick.” You slowly shift, managing to get to your knees to face him. The fever forces your shoulders down. You bow under the exhaustion taking hold. 

Moon hisses in an amusement yet concerned note. His long tail drapes behind him, cutting across the ground like the connections of a constellation. It’s black in this lowlight, but in the day, when he sleepily shows himself, you’ve caught the iridescent indigo and jeweled blue tones of his beautiful scales. 

“If you keep denying it, I will take drastic actions. Do you want that, orchid?” his tone lowers to a menacing threat, all dark cords and hisses, but you’ve learned to tune your senses to his hands and expression. He looks only at you, a slight frown playing along his wide mouth. His eyes are narrowed, displeased with your condition.

“No,” you shake your head, “You and Sun are so dramatic.”

“Says the stubborn flower,” he touches your cheek. You nearly collapse into his palm. The rasp of his laugh stings your pride as much as it soothes your aching chest. 

“I’m not a flower,” you mutter as you feel his arms lower slightly, coaxing your hands over his shoulders. He rises higher on his tail, lifting your feet off the ground without effort, and you slump over his shoulder, little more than a child being carried to bed. Moon hums a low, hypnotic sound (that you’re sure is part of his allure, his power).

“Of course not,” he gives with amused demean.

You work up a growl at your throat that sounds weak even to your own ears. Moon shushes you with a soft stroke of his claws against your spine. The shudder that follows through your body is both cold and hot, and you hate that he silences you so simply, and that you like how he strikes back against your harshness.

“Easy, easy,” he murmurs as if calming a tiger. You want to snarl at him again but the brief spark is quickly smothered under an internal infernal cooking your core.

No one agitates you and reassures you as much as Moon.

He glides across the ground to his tree—it’s wide and high, thick with strong boughs and leafy but not too leafy. A perfect tree for a naga. Moon tends to lounge up there when he wants to escape the shadows of the cave you usually make your bed in. You wonder how he intends to hold you through the night up in its verdant limbs, but Moon hooks a hand behind your head and lowers you softly to the cool, moist ground at the base of the trunk.

“Moon?” For a piercing moment, you’re afraid. You refuse to let go of his arm as he draws away. Where is he going?

“Hold still,” he gently hisses.

You let go. You wait for him.

Slowly, his coils gather, curving in loops close to you. He draws himself around you, his long body following. The darkness shimmers. He takes you into his arms once more and guides you to his chest where he fully embraces you. The end of his tail drapes across your waist, sealing you within a deliciously cool embrace of the naga’s scales.

“Shush,” he says when you groan, soaking in his invigorating presence. “Sleep, orchid.”

You almost tell him that you can’t, or that you won’t, but the comfortable weight of his body surrounding you, the chill of his arms against your burning skin, and the soft tuck of his chin upon your sweaty head chases away the last of your resistance. You might have pressed back—saying you don’t need his help, but it’s hard to resist the frost-gentle relief of his presence. It’s hard to be stubborn when he feels so good.

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs against your hair. “You’ll feel better soon.”

The sweet caresses of his cool touch across your forehead eases your ache. Against your will, your eyelids flutter. He hums low, a lullaby you can’t name, and it soothes you gently into a dreamless sleep, comforted by a cool cradle of scales and songs.

#i'm burning up with a fever as we speak #i wrote this at like 1 am #because of the fever #if there are any mistakes no you don't see them #cold scales #naga au #naga!moon #moon x reader #naff writing #i'll add this to ao3 later #when i have more energy

[foreverialmorning]

moon 1, cont.

#Instead of 1 update per moon ill be trying to do multiple little comics since thats a Whole Month.. #warrior cats #clangen #fmmoon