#feathers and fluff

[featherpajamas]

Re-rendered! I'm working on themed stationary and journals. I really hope the aesthetic works. Any suggestions?

[luli-lads]

How they say "I love you".

Zayne: Whispered, right before you fall asleep. He'll also press his lips to your hair before cuddling you.

Rafayel: Extremely casual, when you least expect it. He could be drawing while you scroll through social media, and he'll say it out loud.

Xavier: Depends on the vibes of the moment, he always makes sure your focus is on him and the atmosphere is quiet.

Sylus: He prefers to use other ways to say it, but he'll say it like this if you just tried to playfully argue with him, to distract you (mostly).

Caleb: Repeatedly throughout the day, to make sure there's no room for doubt in your mind about the opposite.

[raepliica]

i think they should take turns cuddling for healing purposes

[generalsdiary]

Sunday mannerisms I noticed during the 2.7 livestream

when he finds something funny or amusing but doesn't laugh out loud - his right wing twitches

when he is happy or joyous - his left wing twitches

when he is flustered, shy or laughing out loud - both wings twitch

[tubbytarchia]

maybe. I hope you guys never stop asking for ranchers

[dollarbils]

but baby, i | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, can’t resist calling you a week after you’d broken up.

warnings. angst, fluff, suggestive

masterlist

‘if you go, i’m going too’

a sigh of relief was heard on the other end of the phone when you’d pressed the green button, spilling out a hesitant ‘hello’ as you held the phone up to your ear. There was no response however, lighting up a flame of irritation in you.

“Who is this?” was the next thing that fell from your lips, laced with hostility.

“baby,” it was quiet, soft and inviting. Emotions from the previous couple months all encompassed into the term of endearment.

“billie?” your voice softened at the realisation of who it was.

“deleted my number already have you?” she teased, but it didn’t make you smile, not in this moment.

“billie, what happened? are you okay?” the questions tumbled out in an attempt to comprehend the reason for her call. it had been a week since you’d broken up, and hearing her voice felt like you’d been taken back to last Friday.

“yeah no, nothing happened, i’m fine. i just..” she trailed off, gathering the courage to speak, or the bravery to do the right thing, and hang up. but she was weak, and so were you.

“yeah?” it was a plea for her to continue. a beg for her to speak the words you couldn’t.

“i miss you baby.” your eyes drifted shut, a flush rising to your cheeks.

“billie, this isn’t a good idea.” it was the truth neither of you wanted to hear.

“i don’t care.” she whined, desperation clear in her words.

“billie don’t say that.” she let out a sigh of frustration at your words.

“i know you missed me too, this week has been the shittiest week you could imagine.” and suddenly you found yourself drifting into your usual conversation, like you would’ve a week ago.

“i’m sorry bils, how can i help?” it was a stupid question and you’d realised soon enough. all of this would eventually lead you back to her.

“you know how.” it was a confession in itself, revealing what she hoped to get from this call.

“tell me. whatever you need, i’ll do it.” you couldn’t reject her, not now, not ever. she had been everything for you, and she still was.

“come over, please.” her request was simple but it meant so much.

“are you sure?” her answer would decide your future, because it was clear what would happen if you complied with her wish.

“i need you.” those three words were deadly, they represented so many things all at once. they could be interpreted as multiple meanings.

“fuck,” it was a sigh of submission, giving in to her. and everything you’d previously given up. “i’ll be there in ten.”

‘cause it was always you’

the silence that followed the knock on her door, was deafening. leaving too much space for you to fall into the pit of doubt, that was still very much prominent. when the door finally opened, she stood in front of you, her perfect eyes attaching themselves to yours. then she smiled, engulfing you in a gentle hug, holding you as if you might break.

“billie.” it pulled her out of her state of daydreaming, grounding her with the realisation that this didn’t mean the beginning of a new chapter.

“i’m so sorry.” the apology was long overdue, but when she closed the door behind you, inviting you back in, none of that mattered.

“i know, but i need your promise, that we’ll be okay this time. i can’t go through breaking up with you again. i won’t survive it this time.” your throat closed up, signalling you to stop talking before your feelings spill out of your eyes, in front of her.

“of course angel, i understand. i’ll give you whatever you need.” she held your face in her hands, confirming her words at the slight rub of her thumb, over your cheeks.

“i need your devotion, your love.”

“but baby, i..” she paused for a second, pondering on wether her next words were ones she’d later regret. but she soon brushed the doubt away, releasing herself from its constraints, confessing her truth. “i’ll love you ‘til the day that i die.”

when she brought her lips to yours they were warm, inviting. they connected and moulded together as your bodies inched closer.

‘and if i’m turning blue, please don’t save me’

the heat from her breath, warming the patches of skin tainted by her tongue, as she ran it across your naked body. her lips attached to yours nipples, and then your clit. devoting herself to your pleasure. expressing her love for your body.

‘nothing left to lose, without my baby.’

and when your mind lost itself in her affection, focusing on her tongue buried deep inside you hole, you felt connected. birds of a feather destined to reach for each other in times of difficulty. destined to end up in each others’ embrace in times of despair.

‘we should stick together.’

[veroinfaciem]

No digital art, take my doffy doodles

[splatashahowlett]

Love your writing! Would you be willing to do one where you comfort Logan from a nightmare?

birds of a feather (we should stick together)

logan howlett x reader

your eyelids felt heavy and your body benumbed but you still couldn't sleep. you were laying on your back, staring at the open window. the cold breeze coming from the latter made your body shiver, but you loved being able to hear the sounds of the night; it kind off rocked you to bed, it was your personal lullaby. you were aware of every sounds around you. it felt as if you were in a camus novel.

your head immediatly turned to look next to you when you felt the sheets shuffling on your bare legs. was logan awake? his eyes were still closed but he was slightly moving.

you knew all about logan's nightmares. it had been years now since you two had gotten together and he told you about his night crisis within the first two months; he couldn't hide it from you anyway. so you were expecting it almost everynight and you would be lying if you said it wasn't one of the reasons you couldn't really sleep. you hated the idea of him waking up after a nightmare and having no one to talk to, no one to lean on.

you delicatly placed your head on his chest, knowing the weight of it brought him a sense of comfort and security. his hand automatically went to your hair. he was so used to the gesture that he would do it while alseep. he would always reach out for you, findind a way to always make contact with your skin; he would groan unconsiouscly when you were too far away (according to him) and pull you to his chest without any words said. you would laugh and shake your head each time, amused but grateful that he could find peace in holding you.

you were slowly falling alseep, your eyes closing on their own, when logan started to move around franticly. you lifted your head, and analysed logan.

nightmare.

you started by sitting up in the bed and making sure that you were nowhere near logan's fists. you weren't scared of him or his claws, but if he were to hurt you he would never forgive himself. he mostly would never sleep next to you again and you would find yourself in the incapacity of helping him facing his nocturnal terrors.

you tried to wake him up by grabbing his head gently and stroking your thumbs against his cheeks. you were whispering sweet words, trying to get him to understand that this was all a dream. but of course it didn't work.

your voice started to get louder, you almost couldn't hear yourself over his unrelentless grunting. you were calling out his name.

"logan honey"

"logan!"

"logan, you need to wake up"

"this is all just a dream"

...

"LOGAN"

his silhouette went flying forward, his claws unleashing, piercing through some pillows. logan was breathing heavily and his stare could scare the bravest knight away. but you weren't anyone, you were his lover.

your hand went to his shoulder, trying to get him to come back to reality. he turned around. his gaze immediatly softened when he saw you. you knew talking wouldn't get you anywhere, he would still feel guilty and monstruous. so you just smiled.

you looked at each other for a little while, no words exchanged. you tugged on his shoulder, inviting him to lay back down. he resisted.

like everytime, you were about to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, but he beat you to it.

"stryker" he groaned.

your other hand went to his left shoulder and travelled down to his chest. you wrapped your arms around his neck. your chest was pressed into his back and your head was hidden in his neck. you hugged him tightly, not planning on letting him go anytime soon.

he retracted his claws and his fingers enveloped around your forearms, returning the affection.

"are you hurt?" he asked, almost inaudibly. afraid of your answer.

"seeing you like this doesn't leave me impartial" you answered into his neck. he sighed and turned his head to look at you, you lifted your gaze to his eyes. the look he bore broke your heart; you wished you could take all his worries away.

"come here pretty boy" you reached out for him. he dived into your arms and wrapped his own around your waist. he almost tackled you with his enthusiasm. your chin was planted on his head, muttering reassuring promises while stroking his hair.

"there wasn't anything pretty about what just happened" he retorted after a while. you closed your eyes, pained at his words. you hated when he bathed his self-loathing so much. you let go of him and grabbed one of the pillow he pierced earlier. you raised it above your heads and looked at logan, who was visibly confused. your fingers teared down the pillow with the help of the holes logan had created. hundreds of feathers fell down. the breeze of the window made them fly around, in spirals. some would land in your hair, others on the bed or on your lap. you were grinning widely, the spectacular sight filling your heart with happiness. feathers were invading the room. when some got stuck into logan's hair you laughed wholeheartedly. this caused logan to smile in return.

"looks pretty to me" you stared into his eyes. he brushed your cheek and kissed you softly.

"none of this is your fault logan, you should never apologize for what they did to you. your wounds are legitimate and you have the right to be afraid. you are far from being the monster they wanted you to be; you are the wolverine, an x-men. you are the love of my life. don't be ashamed of being bruised"

"I could've hurt you."

"but you didn't, you never did. you've always protected me and kept me from harm's way. I am proud of you, I want you to know that." you kissed his forehead.

"I love you" he whispered.

"I love you most" you teased with a big smile. logan looked at you with a cheeky grin and lunged at you, pinning you down against the mattress.

"that's just not possible. there is no love greater than the one I have for you" he replied, tickling you feverishly. you were pretty sure the whole floor could hear you laugh.

as always, you both fell asleep in each other's arms. comforted in the idea that the both of you will never be alone again.

no matter how much pillows were to be destroyed.

[bakubonez]

Sunday or dan heng x reader plsplspls

So down bad for these men

It doesn't matter what, i just need to kiss them and worship them so bad istg

Dan Heng x GN!reader || fluff

Summary: Dan Heng isn’t a fan of Sunday seemingly taking a shine to you. Jealousy sews its propaganda into his mind, and he needs a little bit of reassurance.

A/N: sorry for the shade I throw at Sunday thru out this, I’m still mad at him for not coming home 😇 I love Dan Heng he’s my baby

Dan Heng wasn’t the type of person to get jealous. Not easily, anyway. He was quite secure in his relationship, and he trusted you wholeheartedly to not take advantage of that. So far, you hadn’t given him a reason to retract his trust in you, and you didn’t have any plans to change that any time soon.

…Though, when a new handsome bachelor joined the express, it was difficult for Dan Heng to keep the seedlings of jealousy sewn into his heart from sprouting.

No, it wasn’t Caelus—he was far too busy being stupid to really catch your eye. No, no, the mild threat that had Dan Heng’s feathers ruffled was Sunday. Pun intended.

Initially when Sunday joined the express, he hadn’t been welcomed with open arms. After everything that had taken place on Penacony, the only person that was even remotely kind to him was Pom-Pom. And Shush, but Shush was nice to everyone so he doesn’t count right now.

Despite the rough start, Sunday had started to try to weasel his way into the little family that resided on the train. Dan Heng’s main concern was Sunday’s interest in you.

He’d occasionally catch you and Sunday chatting about new entries in the data bank, or chatting over a drink in the party car. Dan Heng knew you wouldn’t cheat—you wouldn’t stoop so low. Especially not with that… that… feathered creature. Regardless, the portions of time that you spent on Sunday when you could have been spending them with Dan Heng irked him a little bit. Just a little bit.

And, while he didn’t want to bring it up, you had noticed a very minute change in Dan Heng. Not a bad one, necessarily, but a change regardless. He started to seem a bit clingier. From keeping you in bed to hold you for longer or going as far as to hug you against him around the others, especially Sunday, you had picked up on his changed demeanour. He was still as loving and level-headed as always, just a tad bit more demanding.

With him resting his head on your chest, eyes closed but not asleep quite yet, you opt to bring it up. You wouldn’t prod too hard if he didn’t want to talk about it—after all, maybe he had just subconsciously started yearning for you more. But, you’d try to figure out what was going on regardless.

“You okay?” You ask carefully, twirling his layered hair around your fingers idly.

“Mmh?” he mumbles, face still buried against your shirt.

You take his inconclusive response as an invitation to go on.

“You just seem a little bit different recently. Not-not like a bad different, just…” you trail off.

Dan Heng shifts to look up at you, striking eyes meeting your own as you speak. “I am fine,” he assures you. “I don’t like Sunday.”

“What?”

“What?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” you ask, a little bit bewildered by his declaration. You weren’t Sunday’s biggest fan either, but you didn’t mind at least being polite to him.

Dan Heng mumbled to himself non-committally, a very faint red tinging his ears.

Well, now you’re both confused. You’re trying to decode his grumbling, and he’s trying to put his feelings into words without sounding like an idiot.

“I don’t… I don’t think I like how much time you spend with Sunday,” he said finally, drawing you out of your thoughts and allowing you both to return to the conversation you were trying to have before the two of you were knocked off balance by Dan Heng.

“Oh,” you say foolishly, not really sure what to say to that. “You’re jealous of Sunday? Of all people?”

“No.”

“Yeahhh, I think you might be.”

“No.”

It brings a very faint smile to your lips, finally being able to figure out the root of Dan Heng’s influx of affection. Its also nice to know that he values your time together so much. Though, it does tempt you to giggle at the fact that Dan Heng thought there was any chance that you’d favour Sunday over him.

You lean forward to press a kiss to the top of Dan Heng’s head, and he seems to automatically relax at the touch.

“It’s okay. You aren’t in any competition with him,” you say, voice soft. “My time with you takes priority. If you don’t want Sunday stealing it, that’s perfectly fine by me.”

Dan Heng makes a little contented noise, the jealousy that had been lashing about in his head finally quieting. Deep down, he did know that you’d say something like that. He knew you’d choose him over Sunday. He just wanted the little bit of reassurance.

He hoped you’d always be around to give it to him.

[cremeshake]

oughh great hawk,,,,

do not perceive me.

[featherpajamas]

Strawberry and banana smoothies made special for you friends! 🩶💛🤍

[beyhr]

evil woman

[mysteriesmuse]

Keigo’s favorite way to rest with you has to be this. The curtains let the hazy reflections of the falling sunlight ping-pong across different corners of the apartment. inside Keigo lounges on the couch with a new episode of his favorite documentary series on. the low humming of the AC blows cool air in to combat the grainy summers humidity that lays just beyond the flimsy sliding door to your balcony. And you, his little lovely chickadee lay contentedly sprawled out with him. A lazily little baby bird on his couch, but he can’t help but admit how lovely it is. How comfortable and weirdly domestic it feels as his favorite narrator goes on about evidence that the Mesopotamians may have alluded to humanities quirk development in a new series of unearthed pottery shards. he lays face first into the couch a “summery” throw pillow curled under his chin and his other hand dipping in a bowl of Doritos on the floor. meanwhile, you’ve taken up residence in your very small, but not impractical apartment directly on top of him. the soft fabric of your tube top leaving and letting the soft curvature of your body to melt against the sensitive downy base of his wings, your elbow digging into oh so slightly into his shoulder blade but the little lip glosses kisses you’ve left to that spot more than makes up for it — and nothing before has ever felt so cozy as you mumble, chin in hand, in response to their findings on the screen. Keigo can feel the quiet weight of you pressed against his own bare spine cradled by the protective nest of his cozy wings. And his jaw has never felt so fucking tight as when you lazily comb your fingers into his drooping wings. The big red predatory feathers absolute traitors as they preen in your touch and Keigo can’t say much in his own defense as his heart beats rapidly and a familiar pressing serge of blood rushes lower still.

[beneathashadytree]

BIRDS OF A FEATHER - SYLUS QIN X READER SERIES MASTERLIST

“To have been summoned by a man as infamous as him did nothing but spell trouble—particularly for someone whose sole purpose in life was to lay low and get the job done as inconspicuously as possible. Sylus’ sudden looming presence was at best a nuisance, at worst her early demise, and she wasn’t about to let herself get caught off-guard. What she didn’t account for was that she’d long been dancing in the palm of his hand, in a wicked game orchestrated by him. Whether one lives or dies… it all depends on how they play by the rules. And how amusing it would be, should he find himself losing against the wheels of fate he’d so carefully set in motion. No one was safe from the cruelty of the underbelly of the N109 Zone—not even him.”

A series commissioned by @onliafaze <3

Additional notes : This has been in the works for more than a month now, and I’m super proud of the direction it’s heading in. I’ve been preparing this as a surprise for you guys, since I’ve never actually written a series before! Hope you guys enjoy it🫶🏽

Leave a reply here if you’d like to be tagged in this upcoming series in particular! 🫶🏽

Masterlist

Chapter 1: Little Crow

Chapter 2: Nightjar

Chapter 3: Finch

[more chapters to be announced soon!]

Series taglist: —

Sylus-specific taglist: @mrlovesimps @snowyfragrance @malcarconia @jaysbookofnothing @kitsune25 @monohopeworld @devilinside27 @lara635kookie @xinnn6 @moonlight-inthe-sea @canyonlouist @number-1-harumi-hater @2angelbaby2 @jinnieats @blobfishbumblebee @aesmstar @klutzycora-san @inkblotgalaxies @mxrissaauuu @risaaaaaa @lilithmoonlite @wooyoungsfairygf @hyunskz @lemonsupernova @kpop-and-otome @elizabeth916 @xcalkenf @i-am-fork @vergillvrr @billie-lover8 @kandi-bath853 @musiclover2119 @rafayelsheart @loveyluv7 @foiledbug @xxaviibee @hermiona18 @estelleokami @asherengel @wimpyvamps @witch-of-the-teapot @kttriangle @ayumi-darling @colorfulotaku @pastelsweaters-and-bubble-t @secretmoneybearvoid @kurov1864 @doubleshoticedshakenespresso @afterdarkwithkaeya @blossomingrose @uselessnewt @sleepydang @nikkitc0703 @this-gave-pidgeon-further-shock @luna-usagi-chan @darkflowerav

[theressaicon]

m!Harpy x gn!Reader part 1

Contains: kidnapping, yandere harpy, dead animals, m!Harpy in love, grumpy gn!reader

It's quite windy outside. It doesn't blow that much in the valley where you live. But it's different in the mountains. The weather changes here pretty often. It often rains, but often the sun shines so brightly that the rocks around are as hot as if from a furnace.

Rocky mountains lean around rivers, leading to the open sea where the tides alternate. Even though the sea and beautiful countryside were right behind your village, you never got to see all that beauty.

Until now.

However you didn't have time to admire your surroundings, no... you were too busy with your heavy breathing. You woke up exhausted in a huge nest made out of sticks, feathers, moss and other materials.

The sun didn't shine on you, the nest was hidden in a crack in one of the highest rocky mountains. The angle of the crack prevented the strong wind from reaching you.

Your clothing wasn't built for temperatures like here in the high mountains. As your anxiety subsided and you calmed down from the shock, you hugged your knees to your chest and tried to remember how you got here in the first place.

'Of course... I was harvesting potatoes from the field.' It was before noon. You had cooked lunch from the previous day and most of the work was in your small field, where you grew mostly vegetables to make a living.

Sometimes you sold leftover carrots or radishes, otherwise you managed to not let anything go to waste. Now you're afraid you'll never see your potatoes again.

'Think... Come on, think! What happened after??' you rubbed your temples, frustrated. A shadow. That's what your eyes saw.

It was as if a black cloud had appeared above you, ready to take you away. And it did. You remember kicking your feet violently and screaming while you were in the air.

When you looked up, you saw a black creature staring deep into your soul. You must have fainted, because the next thing you know is waking up in the place where you are now.

„Those men weren't crazy after all." you sighed heavily. From time to time someone would come back from the mountains and talk about flying creatures with human faces and bird bodies.

They were called harpies and parents would scare small children if they wandered too far from the village.

Now here you are, sitting in the big nest with fear in your chest, mentally preparing yourself to be eaten. 'Goodbye my potatoes. Farewell my neglected house. I will miss you, my little field..."

Of course, you could have mourned the people of your village, but probably no one even noticed that you were literally carried away by a demon.

„I'm so young, I haven't even had time to get married..." You were complaining loudly, as if someone could to hear you.

After a few minutes of drowning in your own thoughts, you heard a scream. It resembled a bird's cry, similar to a raven's. If there are birds flying around, it might be safe here right now, right?

The croaking grew louder. It was different from an ordinary bird. Not a good sign. You only realized what was really happening when you heard the flapping of wings. Big wings, slow yet powerful movements.

You jumped to the farthest corner of the nest, trying to hide from the creature that had landed in the crack. The sun cast its dark silhouette, hairs on the back if your neck stood up.

It made clicking noises; unpleasant sounds to your ears. The terrifying creature tilted it's head to the side, observing you from where it stood.

You were terrified when it jumped into the nest with a quick movement. You screamed at the top of your lungs and shut your eyes tightly, thinking it was about to throw itself on you.

When you opened your eyes, it was gone. Was it a dream? No, it wasn't... It's figure peeked out from around the corner of the crack.

Surrounded by black hair and feathers, orange eyes stared in your direction. The sparkle in those eyes was subtle and strangely tender, compared to... the rest.

After a moment of hesitation, it sat back down in the crack without taking its eyes off you. You had time to properly look at it.

Grayish skin, from which feathers grew... And of course huge wings. They were black all over and because it was sitting outside the nest, the wind was ruffling the feathers in all directions.

Where the wings bent, there was a long claw on each one. Like a bat's. They must have served as "fingers," because it had no hands. Instead of human feet, it had huge bird claws, a little lighter than the rest of its body.

You saw fur in one of them. The creature noticed where you had focused your attention and attempted to enter the circular nest a second time.

He left only one claw in the nest and waited for your reaction. You flinched a little, but didn't scream this time. Success.

It finally crouched in the nest and began to make quiet clicking sounds like before. It didn't look you straight in the eye, but it still watched every slightest movement of yours.

You continued to inspect the body that was now crouching before you. Behind its feathered body you saw a black tail. It was very disheveled. You looked back at the face and stared at the crooked nose.

There went the clicking again. Frustration grew in your stomach. „Are you going to eat me?" you sounded almost annoyed. It's clicking stopped.

You figured it would be a male, his features were closer to masculine ones. Next you discovered that the fur he was holding in his claws was a hare when he moved it closer to you.

„...Are you offering that to me?" You asked with low voice. No answer received. The harpy just kept on waiting. „No thanks."

All that could be heard was the strong wind hitting the rocky mountain. „I don't want it." Those orange eyes inspected the dead animal, then pulled it to it's nose, sniffing it.

The harpy's point of view:

'What could possibly be wrong with it!?' Screamed his inner voice. He might have looked serious on the outside, but the truth was... he was panicking.

'It's fresh... Wait. Maybe it's too small?' He poked into it with his claw sticking out of his right wing. 'They are not impressed. They must think I am a TERRIBLE hunter!'

He lowered his head, covered in long black hair. 'I didn't even have a chance to preen myself, I look like a turkey.' Silent chirps could be heard, if only you knew how upset he was with himself.

'No, I will NOT give up! I am going to keep trying!' Then he just backed out of the nest and flew away.

All you could think off was „I AM STILL ALIVE?!".

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You've been trying to figure out how to escape from that nest for half an hour. So far, all you've figured out is that you're too high above the ground and there's an incredibly cold wind blowing that always makes you crawl back in the warmth of the nest.

And a dead hare is lying next to you. Wonderful, truly. You backed into the farthest corner again when the harpy arrived.

First, he threw a young dead doe into the nest. You swore that it was looking at you reproachfully, that it was because of you that it was now in the harpy's nest.

Swallowing your saliva, you glared at the harpy. He had the audacity to SMILE! Maybe he didn't plan on eating you. Yet he was still a potential threat to your life.

The foul smell from both animals reached your nose, and you started to grimace. The smile of his faded as he rested his head on one of the sides of the crack.

'I KNEW THEY'D WANT THE PREY ALIVE! I AM SO STUPID!' His inner voice yelled. However, the flock was already far away and it would take him at least two hours to get another one.

After a moment of clicking, he flew away for another while. You mustered up the courage to throw those dead animals out of the nest. 'How much strength must he have to lift that weight in flight?' was your question. 'How much strength must he have to lift ME!?'

The only thing left behind were traces of blood where they lay. The smell was still there, but not that intense. His third arrival came.

The bruised rock goat scared the shit out of you. The animal was kicking its hooves in all directions and you were protecting your head from possible injuries.

The harpy dug his wing claw it the back of the animal to stop it from moving, making it scream in pain. He looked confused. And he was.

'I could swear there was a hare with a doe before...' You felt sorry for the suffering animal. „ Please, let off the goat!" Your voice got his attention. „Stop hurting it." you pleaded again.

The orange color of is irises shone into yours, you both were looking for hope in each of your eyes. 'He doesn't understand what I'm saying, is he...'

You protected your face with one hand and gently placed the other on the harpy's stuck claw inside the screaming goat's body. The animal kept violently twitching in pain and jabbing at you with its horns.

He was looking at you as intensely as you were looking at him. Without any further words, you shook your head; slowly but sternly.

'Woah hold up- they are touching meeee!?- UGH their little featherless claws are so cute.. But...' he looked in your eyes for the second time. 'They're frowning. And the head movement...'

Slowly, the harpy's claw stuck out of the animal's back. Blood was dripping down on dry branches the nest was made out of. You moved yourself back again.

The animal was exhausted, but alive. The harpy understood. 'They don't want an alive pray after all.' Shock took over you as he grabbed the rock goat and flew away with it.

You leaned out of the nest and watched where he flew. Next thing you see is him setting the animal down on the ground near a river and starting to return.

It looked like he was going to land in the crack again, but he flew higher than the nest was placed. It wasn't long before the Harpy returned. 'What did he bring this time?'

You were already watching his claws, expecting to see another victim. Instead, he was holding a large branch with leaves and... ripe apples!

'They're gaze is different now! Could this be the right thing?' He carefully climbed into the nest as if it didn't belong to him and moved the branch with the apples towards you.

You didn't hesitate and plucked one of the apples from the branch that was as long as you. You hadn't even had lunch, your stomach was rumbling, so of course you couldn't resist the sweet red apple.

Feathers danced all over his body with happiness. Your hunger was so big you ate other two apples till you felt full.

While you were eating, the harpy looked at you intently and made those clicking sounds again. It was his way of communicating, but you didn't understand him. He figured it out too. Nevertheless he continued.

'It doesn't seem like he's planning on letting me go anytime soon.' You've started to come to terms with reality. 'Might as well give him a name.'

As you finished eating your third apple, you looked at him and thought about what name would suit him. Naming him "Black" was too simple... "Orange eyes" seemed too long. Something short would be nice... Something that represented him. A unique thing of his..,

„Click." He stopped his noises opon hearing your voice. „That suits you." You announced as he tilted his head. „Click." As you repeated, he actually clicked is tongue like before. „Hahah, yes... Click."

His first thought was that you were trying to communicate with him. However, he soon realized that you were not imitating him, but he was imitating you.

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It was getting dark. The wind was still blowing just as hard, but the temperature had dropped slightly. However, the crack in the rock served as a thermal insulation point, keeping some of the warmth in.

In the time before it got dark, Click managed to replace the bloody sticks and leaves from his preys with new ones and cover them with soft moss.

It was clear that he was taking good care of the nest and was constantly replacing the materials with new ones. He even used the branch he brought you earlier and skillfully intertwined it with others. He was skilled even though he had no fingers.

You watched the sunset through the crack as he was just preening his feathers. He used his wing claws, moving them in all directions freely, as well as his lower claws, which he had instead of feet.

He included his mouth in the self cleaning too, you observed his strong jaw with white teeth. They weren't exactly long and pointy, more like firm and sharp.

'Alrighty, this should be enough...' Click judged his preening work. Then he looked you up and down a few times and clicked a few times as usual. You watched him stand up and swallowing hard.

He alternately raised his claws and stomped on the moss beneath him. In addition to that he repeatedly leaned forward and straightened up. When his head was down, the feathers on his wings fluffed up. And of course, he didn't forget to add THE clicking.

„Ain't no way." you said under your breath. You figured out Click was trying to preform a court dance for you. He was wagging his tail up and down while chirping and squawking.

Despite all his efforts to gain your admiration, he only received laughter. You found it comical how he tried to show off... yet- just maybe... adorable.

Fortunately, he took your laughter as an attempt to communicate, instead of being embarrassed, it gave him a little bit of confidence.

He continued for a while and finally bowed deeply and fell to his knees to show submission. He looked up at you with his big orange eyes, reminiscent of a sunrise.

You didn't know how to properly react, so you just smiled politely and clapped your hands lightly. The expression of your reaction was unknown to Click, but from your smile he could tell that he was doing at least half well.

'They're the one... others would already be plucking my feathers out.' Half-sadly he recalled his old attempts to find a mate. After several years of trying, he realized that his only chance would be to find a featherless harpy. According to the ancient legend, those were the harpies who were destined to never see the ground from above. Those were the harpies, who couldn't find a mate in their past life.

He had no chance of competing with the other males. Different colors, shapes and sounds, only he was black with constantly ruffled feathers.

Once he managed to attract a potential mate to his nest, he then suffered a painful rejection. Whatever nest he built was never as good as the others. But you were still here. You sat in the nest he built. You.

He looked dreamily into your eyes and made the sweetest noises, meaning: “I will provide you with food and water, keep you warm and comfortable, keep the nest looking new, and treat you like a noble."

Click carefully moved closer to your ankle, not having the nerve to even touch you... and clicked his tongue briefly, telling:

„I love you."

a/n: Just a feather boy who looks like a demon, yet tries to be an angel. Will you accept his curt dance? (´ε｀ )

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