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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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aylish91 · 5 months ago

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Ooo, I'm SO obsessed with your nagamob au!! I keep re-reading them!! I wanna know what happens after 'Caged Bird'. Is there a possibility you could continue it?

Happy year of the Snake and thank you for the wait Anons!!! I hope this finds you lovely and well!

Feathers and Claws

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The Fell’s home was not quite as lavish as the SF brothers or the Den, but the dining room was still nothing to scoff at. In the center of the room, a chandelier accented with gold shimmered with large crystalline shards. A few expensive paintings lined the walls and large ornate vases accented the windows. The table itself was about as high as a counter to accommodate the size of your hosts, the wood dark and sturdy.

Edge had once again cooked for you, or at least, graciously forced invited you down for dinner. You couldn’t tell if he actually wanted to feed you or brag about how good of a cook he was. Either way, he had ensured you were at the table every evening at exactly five.

Tonight was no different.

Despite the lingering ache behind your eyes and the brain fog from your concussion, you sat at the table on your slightly too short chair. Edge had removed his jacket and hat for the day, preferring rolled sleeves and a clear face when he cooked. It had been baffling how much less intimidating removing just those two articles made him look. He was still sharp and loud, but the lethal “edge” softened in their absence and made him seem smaller.

It was intriguing.

You had just about summoned enough energy and courage to comment on it when you nearly choked at the door slamming into the wall. It was no surprise that the culprit was a skeleton naga. What was surprising, however, was that it was a vaguely familiar blue and yellow, the white of his suit standing out against the darker colors of the room.

They wasted little time on pleasantries, slithering in and next to your side of the table with a pleasant grin.

“HELLO EDGE. IT’S BEEN A WHILE.”

Edge hissed, throwing his now bent fork onto the table. “BLUE. I WOULD SAY IT’S A PLEASURE, BUT I DON’T REMEMBER INVITING YOU.”

You cautiously watched as Blue’s grin ticked higher, the tip of his tail twitching.

“YOU DIDN’T. NOT THAT THAT MATTERS.” His eyelights flicked to you. “RUMOR HAD IT YOU HAD A LITTLE BIRD STAYING WITH YOU. I SIMPLY CAME TO COLLECT ON OUR DEAL.”

Your heart sank. You had almost forgotten your encounter with the snake back at the den. After everything, you honestly didn’t think any of it still applied. Luckily Edge seemed to share your thoughts, standing to sneer down at the other.

“YOU SO RUDELY INTERRUPTED OUR MEAL FOR THAT? WHATEVER DEAL YOU MAY HAVE MADE HAS NO MERIT HERE. THEY ARE UNDER FELL PROTECTION. LEAVE.”

The end of Blue’s tail twitched again. Outwardly, he didn’t seem too bothered by what was said, but the gleam in his eyelights and the pull at his grin unsettled you. Cocking his head, he spoke just a tad more slowly.

“I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND. DO YOU EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS?”

“NO”

It went silent as the two held each other's gaze. You could almost feel the animosity growing between them. It was extremely uncomfortable to sit there and watch and you really didn't want to stick around and find out if it turned into anything else.

Unfortunately, as you attempted to excuse yourself, Blue cut you off with a flick of his wrist. Leaning forward and looking down, he gave a great put-upon sigh before straightening.

“SUCH A SHAME. I GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WON’T MATTER THEN… PAPPY!"

Edge's sockets widened, but before you could blink, 'Pappy' appeared directly behind him. Hooking his arms under your host's armpits, he Lifted, dragging Edge back from the table to secure his hold and wind around his already thrashing coils. In turn, Edge reared and pushed back as much as he could against the slightly bigger naga. It was all you could do to jump from your chair away from the thrashing monsters.

"STRETCH! THE HELL DO YOU THINK—"

“Sorry Edge. Can’t have ya gettin' in the way.”

The lazy smirk Stretch gave was anything but apologetic. In a flash, he sank his fangs into the crook of Edge's neck. There were no words for the hissed and roared shriek that left Edge's gnashing jaws from the motion as their struggle began in earnest. Wood splintered from furious clawed hands and the scraping of scales. Black and red shifted and whipped dangerously beneath honeyed yellow, puffing to grow larger.

In his rage, Edge managed to grab and lift the table, flipping it over and almost on top of you with an explosion of food and dishes. Fortunately, Blue launched from his position at the last second, smirk falling as he slammed into it hard enough to shove it back and over to pin both Edge and Stretch. Then, using his momentum, he piled on top.

Standing, he looked his struggling victim eyelight to eyelight from above.

“YOU’RE ALWAYS GETTING IN THE WAY. IT’S ONLY FAIR I RETURN THE FAVOR, EDGE. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT WELL ENOUGH ALONE.”

Edge struggled and choked within Stretch's tightening hold, eyelights flaring like the fires of hell. “IDIOTS… I’M GOING… TO TEAR YOU BOTH APART…”

Chills ran down your spine at the strange giggle Blue released. The face he made along with it didn't seem to match. It was like that of an innocent child standing over you in the night with a knife. Blue and yellow matched that of fire in a macabre show of enjoyment, causing even Edge to still in anticipation. It made it feel as if everything stopped just for this moment as the smallest snake leaned further down into the space between them.

"I'D HARDLY THINK SO FRIEND. YOU'RE ALREADY SLIPPING~"

You had been trying to maneuver out of the room during the whole fight, but their thrashings tales and the table had been in the way. Now, you were able to use the disturbing distraction to flee. You didn't hear whatever choked reply Edge made, choosing to ignore everything but escape.

Skirting around the mass of colorful coils, you went for the door. You ran faster at the sound of an exceptionally loud his and your name frantically being called. You only had one goal in mind.

If the stars aligned, there was a chance you could get to Don Red's study before the dumpster fire behind you caught up. It was so close, only three doors down from the dining room at the end of the hall. Even if you didn't make it all the way, you were sure your screams would alert him of the danger.

It was foolproof…

If you were just a little faster.

You had made it all the way to the door, fingertips close enough to brush the fancy black engraved knob. But before you could fully grip it, a skeletal hand clamped around your mouth, pulling you back to press your front into the opposite wall.

You could feel the quickened rise and fall of your captor's chest from how firm they leaned into you; their breath warm and huffed against your ear.

"NOW… NOW. I'VE WAITED LONG ENOUGH FOR MY TURN, PRETTY BIRD. A DEAL IS A DEAL." Another hand snuck around your front to keep you close. "NO MORE GAMES… IT'S TIME TO COME HOME."

…

You wonder if Red ever heard you outside his door, or if he was even aware of anything at all...

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