Another request done! I currently have a second part to one of my commissions in the work as well but college is ridiculous when you’re on the verge of graduating and transferring! This time featuring a female harpy by the name of Cecena! REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN! If you like my work and want to read more, check out my Masterlist! *Disclaimer: None of the pics are mine! All credit goes to original artist!
Cecena, or Cece, is a harpy that has the bright blue plumage of a blue jay. She stands just a little taller than what you do at 5’6”, while you are introverted, she is extroverted. She has bright blue eyes and her naturally white hair is dyed blue as well.
The first time she met you, it was the “extroverted adopts an introverted” type situation, she had seen something from an anime show that she watched on your bag and she instantly began a conversation with you.
While she’s extroverted, she’s more of the quiet kind of extroverted, people tend to drift to her naturally and strike up a conversation with her. She’s just as opinionated as what you are, but she’s a little more quiet. When you speak freely about what you think is right, she will absolutely back you up 100%.
She knows you don’t like asking for help, she also knows when you need help, thus she will silently help you as much as possible without you feeling like she’s trying to help without you asking for it. But you are thankful for it.
Knowing you forget stuff easily, she covers your house in sticky notes and even creates a chart for what the different colors are for. Blue sticky notes are for date nights, purple are for appointments, neon pink is for reminding you to take your medications if you’re on any.
She may not understand ADHD, but she will absolutely do her research on it and try to help keep you on track when you get distracted.
Will preen your hair like a bird does, and absolutely loves to rub her cheeks against yours. It’s her favorite way of showing you affection, please let her do this. It’s necessary.
Will game with you! Will also watch whatever anime you wanna watch! She will also draw with you if you draw! She’s really good at painting though, she loves spending time with you.
“Hey babe?” Cecena called out from her position on the bean bag chair you had gotten her, it was easier for her to bunch up around her like a small nest. She was currently scratching at the side of her head in confusion.
“Yeah?” You responded as you carried in the tray of snacks, the pair of you were having a game night as it had become your weekly date.
“I can’t find the wire for this thing.” She said, you had set the tray of snacks down in between your beanbag chair and hers. She was trying to set up the latest system you had bought and was struggling to find all of the cords for it.
“Here.” You scooted over and began to pick your way through the packaging before holding up the wire with a smile. “This should be the right one.” You responded as you handed it to her, relief washed over her features as she plugged it into the system and got it booted up.
“Thank you.” She murmured, leaning over to rub her cheek against yours, it was a type of affection that you had grown to love that came from her since many had told you that you had soft cheeks and she agreed with them.
Standard monster races, but exotic jungle versions.
Parrot and birds of paradise harpies, colourful and tiny or giant driders, giant nagas that spend more time in water than most variants, freaky jungle river merpeople, etc.
-You are the first thing that she thinks of in the morning, even the thought of waking up with your face in her pillow in her bed in her room in her home is enough to seek out your body
-She is a proudful being, and she is proudful of you regardless of how small you think it is. Expect to hear from her other harpy friends that she loves you and everything you stand for.
-Her hands are always touching you, holding you, groping at your flesh and always giving you a cheeky smile when you look at her with a curious gaze in your eyes
-When you pet the top of her head, her wings will puff up and she will make this cute little purring noise from the back of her throat, her eyes fluttering halfway shut and looking at you with such lust and love that she will bury her face in the crook of your neck
-She never takes you flying with her with the fear of dropping and hurting you, but she will encourage you to explore the world with her, helping you up in the leaveless trees to know what its like with the wind in your hair, flowing between your fingers and wispering in your ears
I got a lot of requests for a Harpy and for another monster girlfriend. So a beautiful harpy girlfriend it is!
“Ugh, they’re back,” you mother tugs on your wrist as you stop to stare up. Shadows crossed your path and above you, you see the harpies rest at the tops of the pillars that lined the ruins. The market always took place in the ruins and during the warm months that was where the harpies flocked.
Your mother pulls you along as you look up at them, your eyes wide as their great wings stretch out and then fold in. The sun makes them shadows, but you can see them watching you as you walk behind your mother.
No one ever really speaks well of the harpies, they’re considered a nuisance. They make messes, rob people, and pull cruel jokes. You’ve never witnessed anything like this personally, you’ve actually never encountered a harpy up close before, but you want to. Your mother never leaves you alone long enough for you to be able to inch closer, and you’re not allowed out of the house without an escort. It’s frustrating for you.
“Tuck that thing away!” Your mother gasps when she sees your prized necklace is dangling around your neck. She grabs you and places the long chain and charm into your top. She looks at you concerned. “They’ll snatch you away if you glitter.”
You frown, “I highly doubt they’d want me,” you huff. “They just want the necklace. They’d snatch it before they’d even look at me.”
You mom shakes her head, whispering something about having too willful a child. Above you, you hear a soft giggle. Turning back you see the harpies all looking in your direction.
One day you’re surprised to find yourself home alone. Your parents had to travel away to take care of business with your grandparents and your brothers left the house to go out and party, leaving you home alone to fend for yourself. You’re ecstatic.
You leave the house, heading to the ruins, your necklace hanging freely around your neck. You come upon the pillars, looking up you see the harpies all perched above and watching the market below. They’re whispering and cackling amongst themselves. They then suddenly go quiet and turn towards you looking up at them.
“The pretty one is staring,” you hear one murmured in amusement.
“She was staring at us a few days ago as well,” a second coos.
“Maybe she wants to play with us,” the third giggles.
You swallow back and your lips part as you listen to them above. Your heart begins to hammer and you turn and walk away.
“Oh, she’s leaving,” the first one chimes.
“Maybe we should chase her,” the second murmurs.
“She’s wearing such a pretty shiny,” the third laughs, “you should chase her.”
You start running, but not towards back home. You race out towards the coastline and towards the rocks where all the young couples went when they wanted to be alone. You see a shadow cut in front of your path and you look up, seeing one of the harpies flying above you. You race on, your feet digging into the sand as you hit the beach.
The shadow grows bigger and bigger, soon you feel shrouded in darkness and then you’re pushing into the sand, might claws gripping onto your shoulders.
You feel something at the nape of your neck, nipping at the chain of your necklace. Downy soft lips press against your skin and a warm, wet tongue licks at the chain. “Pretty girl,” she coos into your ear. “Do you run to play or do you run from fear?
“Play,” you gasp out, sand in your mouth.
They lift off you and you sit up, looking at her as she smiles down at you. She stretches her long neck down to meet you face to face. She’s beautiful, much more beautiful than the nasty, gnarled hags the townspeople described the harpies. Her face is downy soft, almond shaped eyes blink slowly, pure black. Her long neck flared with white, yellow, and blue feathers.
“You wish to play?” She asked and sniffed your hair.
“I was curious,” you murmur, allowing her to study you closely. The taloned and scaled fingers at the end of each massive wing toyed with your necklace.
The feathers of her neck fluff up like a collar as she pulls her neck back. “Not many mortals are curious when it comes to my sisters and me.”
You swallow your throat tight. “I just find you fascinating,” you reply. “I want to fly like you do.”
She hums softly in her chest, “you want to fly.” She inches in close again, her hands cupping your cheeks. The sharp talons glide across your skin and you shiver. “You would look much better covered in jewels than reaching for the stars.”
You feel your cheeks burn as you meet her eyes. She smiles and dips down, planting a soft kiss on your lips. Your heart nearly pops.
“Come with me,” he grabs you and places you on your back, and before you can question her you’re in the air.
You cling tightly around her neck as she flies up towards the sun. You close your eyes, burying your face against her fluff. She giggles, “I thought you said that you wanted to fly?”
“It’s different than actually doing it!” You whine against her shoulder.
She giggles and flaps her wings harder, propelling herself faster through the air. You feel the chill nipped at your skin and you shiver, nuzzling closer to her warm feathers. She lands, kneeling down so you can slip off to the ground. She wraps a long wing around and pushes you to her chest.
“What was it like to fly?” You ask.
“It was…” you pout, “I had my eyes closed.”
She grasps your waist, “then we should do it again.”
“N-no!” You gasp and grasp at her chest.
When she starts laughing you blush and tuck your head down, her soft lips brush against the top of your head and down your temple. You blush, feeling your body grow warm again as he kisses move down your neck and her tongue licks over the chain of your necklace again.
“Come,” she then grabs your wrist and pulls you along, leading you into a cave. She leads you into a room, the cave roof open and the sun coming in in choppy rays that light up the jewels and gold inside. You stare, mouth wide open as you look over more treasures than you had ever even dreamed.
Her feathers fluff and she stomps excitedly, pushing you inside. She makes you sit on a stone and starts draping gold and jewels over you. Her eyes widen and brighten, watching the sun glitter off you as she bathes you in riches.
“Uhm,” you fidget under the heavy weight. “Whats this for?” You ask.
She stretches her neck out, kissing you on the lips. You flinch and for a moment are frozen but slowly, you melt, pressing closer to meet her kiss. Her hands roam over your body, her scaled fingers brushing passed the gold and gemstones to touch your bare skin.
“I love to make beautiful girls shine,” she whispers into your ear and you shiver.
You then hear giggling and turning you see her sisters standing near the entrance.
“Playing dress up are we?” The second sighs.
The third is still gigging, covering her face with her wings.
“Get out!” The first hisses, her feathers fluffing up and holding her wing out before you. “You had to chance, go get your own pretty.”
You touch her wing gently and she looks down at you with a kind smile then she glares back at her sisters. “I said go!”
They both giggle and laugh, saying something in a language you can’t understand. Once they flap away she turns back to you.
“I’m so sorry,” she nuzzles to your neck and kisses more.
“I’m sure they were just curious, I have brothers so I get it.” You pet the back of her head and neck and she puts her wings around you. “Is there a reason you want to be alone?”
She pulls back and meets your gaze, her expression blank. “Isn’t it obvious?” She stands and lifts you to your feet.
You feel your face burn and you duck your head down. “N-no...not really,” your voice squeaks.
She kisses your cheek and starts removing what she placed on you as well as your dress. You hold your breath as you watch your dress fall around your ankles and she steps back, admiring your bare body. She moves you, making you lay on a pile of gold coins.
She steps back and looks down at you, her feathers ruffling up, “beautiful.”
You attempt to cover yourself but you find yourself enjoying her gaze and you pull your hands away, lifting your arms above your head and opening your legs ever so slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part in awe for a moment before they spread into a smirk.
“Go on,” she says and you flinch, your heart hammering.
You slowly reach down slowly, dragging your fingers down your center before you reach between your thighs. You’ve played with yourself many times before but never while someone watched. You feel a little excited under her gaze.
You open your thighs more, giving her an ample view as your fingers rub against your mound, kneading there before you stick a finger out to rub against your clit. Your breath starts to hitch and a small grunt leaves your throat.
Her lips purse as she watches you, slowly kneeling down to get a better view.
You feel yourself growing wet, your fingers going further down. You swirl your fingertip around your clit and tap then swirl more. Your voice picks up, your grunts turning to pleasured moans and sighs. You look up, watching her as he jaw hangs open, her lip glittering with drool.
You slip two fingers inside yourself and she audibly gasps. You move your fingers slowly, stirring yourself up and feeling how wet you’ve grown. You whimper and bite your lip, slowly pushing your fingers in more and faster. You take your other hand and rub at your clit. You start to moan with abandon, mewling out loud.
She watches with wide eyes, her hand slipping between her own thighs and rubbing herself as you slowly begin to unravel. You’re moaning and twitching, gasping as you feel the quickening in your stomach and then you cry out, grunting and rolling your hips. The cold coins against your back feel so good against your heated skin.
She coos softly and watches you, inching in and moving your hand she licks at you and you whimper. You’re sensitive and even the slight touch feels too stimulating. She licks again, her hot tongue lapping up your spilled cream.
She then climbs up and straddles your face, showing you her swollen, needy sex. Her juices drip out against your lips. “Me too,” she whines. “Do me to too.”
You lift your head, licking her and nuzzling the bridge of your nose to her fat clit. She cries out and wiggles her hips, pressing closer to your face. Your hold her hips, your fingers sliding up under her and rubbing against her folds.
“Mnh,” she moans out.
Your press your fingers in more and you feel her squeeze around them. You lick and suckle her clit, her moans growing louder and longer. She then suddenly pulls away and she lays on her back, her legs spread before you.
“More,” she whimpers, opening herself up with her fingers.
You sit between her open legs, rubbing your fingers over her clit then slipping them inside. She giggling and moans, her mouth open as she watches you. You bite your lips, inserting a third finger and then a fourth. She writhing, her body trembling.
“More!” She cries out.
“You sure?” You still, readying to use your whole hand.
“Yes, yes please,” she begs.
You slowly insert your whole hand, feeling her stretch around you as you push inside her. She rolls her hips, meeting your thrusts as you move inside her. She squeezes around you and you feel her trembling. You then feel something inside, something hard. With each thrust, it moves closer and closer. Finally, you remove your hand as she begins squeezing it out. You watch as the egg stretches her, opening her up wide. She doesn’t seem in pain though, quite the opposite actually, she’s crying and heaving in ecstasy. You lean down, licking and sucking her clit and she screams out. Thinking quickly you reach out and grab the egg before it hits the ground.
She lays there, breathing heavy and sighing, her body still rolling with pleasure. She slowly sits up, dazed, dopey smile on her face as she kisses you, petting the egg you hold in your arms.
“Don’t worry, it takes a long time for the egg to hatch,” she kisses your cheek lovingly.
“That’s not…” you sigh. “Is that the only reason I’m here?” You ask, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Not at all,” she gasps, her voice hurt. “I’ve watched you for a long time, I wouldn’t pick any regular human off the street. You’re my special pretty,” she says and kisses your cheek. “I would never ever drape anyone else in my jewels. Only you.”
You smile, kissing her softly, “this is...gonna be a doozy to explain to my family,” you laugh nervously. “My mom is not going to be happy.”
“She doesn’t want to be a grandmother?” The harpy asks as she takes the egg from you.
“Yes and no,” you sigh, walking with her as she goes to another room where there’s a nest. She tucks the egg in, wrapping it with beautiful silk. She then picks you up and tucks you in beside it.
“Yes and no?” She asks and sits down beside you.
“Yes to be a grandmother, no to being the grandmother of a harpy,” you cuddle up beside her as she wraps her wing around you.
“Well she will just have to get over it,” she nuzzles to your hair. “Or else she will have to fight me and I never lose.”
“Please don’t fight my mother.” You kiss her, running your fingers through her feathers. “I love your kisses.”
Just finished up this request for @featherynutcase for a harpy soulmate AU. Hope you guys like it!
The Rushing Isles had come by the name quite honestly - a thought you often had when trying to make your way through the docks. Taking a shortcut through the markets always seemed like a good idea, but yet here you are, trying to convince the old women of the port city that you do not need to be set up with their nephews from the neighboring isles.
Truthfully, the idea of their nephews had become a bit less repulsive with time. Most of the people you’ve grown up with have seen their soulmate’s footprints, shining like a prism and beckoning them to their other halves long ago. You have not been so lucky. You’ve seen prints, shining and glowing like all the stories say, but you wouldn’t exactly call them feet. Claws would be a much better description. That never deterred you, and on the rare occasions that you saw the prints you would follow them, only to be disappointed when they would abruptly end.
“I wonder how appalled the old women would be if I asked if they had any handsome nieces who were single, instead?” you mumble under your breath.
You dodge your way out of the crowd and make your way down the sand worn steps that bring you closer to the beach partially hidden by tall rock structures. This has always been one of your favorite hide-aways; whether you were brushed aside by other children for being more plump, or being relentlessly questioned by your family about your apparent lack of a soulmate, this spot is always a comfort. You had brought a bag full of snacks and other things to keep you occupied, and were fully prepared to spend the better part of the day on the beach.
That was the plan,at least, until you saw the claw marks in the sand.
The same thing happens every time you manage to catch a glimpse of the claw prints.
Your heart starts racing, your palms get sweaty, and no matter how many times you have been disappointed, (this time would make thirty-two attempts at following the marks, but who’s counting) you are unable to stop yourself from thinking ‘this is it, I will finally get to meet them’.
You follow the prints, your fast walk slowly building into the crescendo of a sprint, your white dress flowing behind you. You round the corner of a boulder and are at the face of a shallow cave with the waves lapping at the mouth of it. The prints had not stopped yet, and you had your head down, concentrating on them. So concentrated on the luminous prints, in fact, that you almost ran right into the one who made them. Had it not been for their shocked gasp and the shuffling noise they made, you would have collided with them. You looked up, and your deep brown eyes met their shining amber ones. Your feet were rooted to the spot, and your mouth opened and closed a few times, no sound escaping you.
She was gorgeous, ethereal, otherworldly. You could know every word in your language and then some and still not be able to express how beautiful you found her. She was a harpy, you had grown up hearing stories of the winged creatures that lived on the highest peaks of the island, making their homes above the clouds. None had ever expressed how lovely they were with their brown wings and feathers lining parts of their body. You see their claws, the claws that had left the prints leading you to them. They were sharp and deadly, but delicate in their danger. Around her claws, the prismatic light that signified one's soulmate was concentrated.
The silence was broken by a pained squawk emitted from your soulmate. Her wings flapping as she shuffled back, putting more distance between the two of you. She heaved out a sob, and started to wail.
“No! No, no this wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t supposed to see me! Oh my winds, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Leave, and forget you ever saw me here Nuccia!” She refused to look at you, and you started forward as if to offer her comfort.
“What do you mean I wasn’t-how do you know my name?” You asked her, suddenly shocked. “You knew! You had seen me before and knew? And you didn’t think to introduce yourself? I have looked for you for so long, and you knew this and continued to be purposefully elusive to me?” You could not, try as you might, keep the anger out of your voice. She was obviously distressed, but now so were you. Tears of hurt and anger filled your eyes. Your whole life you have been too much for so many people, have felt out of place and unwanted. You were too plump, or too dark, or too opinionated. Now here you were, in front of the one being on this planet that you were made to love and be loved by, and she didn’t want you.
Her eyes widened and she whimpered, her flustered form looking for an escape the cave denied to her. You grew determined, and placed yourself even more in front of the entrance. Fine, she didn’t want you. But that didn’t mean you were going to leave without some answers, she owed you that much, soulmate or not. Your hands came to rest on your hips, and you measured at her.
“Well, go on then. If you’re going to reject me or tell me how you never wanted me, go ahead. An explanation on why you haven’t earlier also seems warranted, hmm?” You ask, trying to convey an attitude of indifference you didn’t particularly have.
The harpy looked horrified at this, scrambling even more. Sounds left her that had you wanting to cover your ears, horrible squawks that had no business coming from the one you wished to hold. She folded in on herself, her winged arms coming to shield the majority of her face and upper body from you. This pulled at your heartstrings, and a bit of your resolve crumbled away. You were torn between approaching her or letting her calm herself; while you were trying to decide a course of action, she pulled her winds away and managed to draw in a deep, shuddering breath. Her words spilled out quickly, as if she could not bear to keep them contained any longer.
“I wasn’t going to reject you, I wanted to avoid you rejecting me. I wanted to be human before I introduced myself. This is all wrong! It wasn’t supposed to be this way!” Her voice cracked, volume rising again.
“You wanted to be human? Why on earth would you do that?” You could not keep the confusion out of your voice.
“You’re human and I’m a giant bird! You’re so lovely and I just wanted you to like me. I was supposed to meet a witch to help me change, but they said it’s a lost cause and I’ll never be human. I was here moping when you found me.” Her gaze was cast down, claws tracing shapes in the sand.
You walked over to her, holding her face in your hands.
“You are my soulmate,” you said, vehemently, “You are you for a reason, and you, like this, are the other half of me. Don’t you dare think you have to change to be worthy of me.” Your hands come to rest at your sides, and you take a step back. You try not to let her awed expression distract you from what you have to say. “I have been trying so hard to find you, and every single time I saw your prints abruptly end, I felt less and less worthy. I felt as though the universe was playing a trick on me. But instead, you were hiding. It is a relief knowing that it wasn’t because you didn’t want me, though. I can only be so upset at you for this, now that I am finally in your presence.” You let her process her thoughts, seeing that she is still shocked and anxious by this turn of events. A part of you wanted to comfort her, assure her that she is the most beautiful creature you had ever seen, while another part of you wanted her to comfort you, instead; to take you in her arms and tell you that she was mistaken for hiding from you, that she would never reject you.
“You aren’t...afraid of me, Nuccia?” She softly inquired, peeking up from her feathered lashes.
“That's all you got from all that? Why on earth would I be afraid of the most beautiful person I’ve ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on? And again, you call me by name but have not yet graced me with yours.” You reply to her, equally amused and exasperated with her.
“Oh-I’m sorry, dear one. My name Enora. You think I’m beautiful?” She whispers, a taloned hand coming up to caress your cheeks.
“As dramatic as you are beautiful, it looks like. My, my, it looks like I’ll have my hands full, good thing I have two,” you tease, gazing up at her, suddenly giddy with affection. You might have still been upset with her, and you will have to
talk it out with her later, but you aren’t going to let that sully your first real meeting.
You manage to calm her a bit, and knock her out of the stupor she seems to be in. You enjoy how red her face and chest get while you flirt with her, the effect you have going to your head.
“It seems I picked the perfect day for a beach day then,” you say, showing her the picnic basket you had dropped upon seeing her. You pull out the small finger foods and wine you had brought, setting up a beach blanket by the mouth of the cave. Maybe she would stay, and you could drink wine and watch the sunset together. Your heart beat faster at this thought, already allowing these romantic notions to float about in your head. You settle onto the blanket, hoping she would sit with you and not fly off now that you aren’t blocking the exit.
What is likely only a minute feels like an eternity, but Enora settles next to you, her spine rigid and legs crossed. You offer her some food, many things she admits she has not tried before. You watch her try the new things that you provided, and something about taking care of her in this way feels very right. Her feathers brush against you, tickling your skin. The two of you spend the day getting to know each other better. She stays for the sunset, much to your delight. You felt clingy, and did not want to part ways with her. But, the sun was going down and you figured it was time to get back home, and Enora was getting antsy, informing you her family would start looking for her.
“Will you...come back?” she asks, her eyes wide, and a clawed finger gliding down your arm. Now that she has winded down and started to understand you want her, she has been flirting, her own version of being coy. You were soaking up the attention, and she continued. “I would very much like to see you again, dear one. I have a lot of making up to do, after all.” Her claw comes to your chin, turning your face to hers.
“You’re done running from me then?” You tease her, inching your face closer to her’s.
“Yes dear one, I swear it,” her breath is ghosting across your lips, and all you can hear is blood rushing in your ears. Your hand comes up to the back of her neck, and you close the gap, gently brushing your lips against hers. A sweet trilling noise escapes her, and you smile into it. All too soon it ends, and you agree to keep meeting in the same spot.
You show up the next day and head into the cave. You peek around the corner, and you see Enora, pacing. That is not all you see; there are blankets and pillows arranged like a nest, flowers, and a bottle of wine set out.The nest is near the mouth of the cave, the perfect spot to be sheltered from any winds but a good view of the ocean and coming sunset. She still hasn’t spotted you, and she heads towards the nest, fluffing and rearranging the blankets to her liking. You come up behind her, and trace your fingertips down her spine, greeting her with an airy “Hello” as she jumps. She smiles at you, her spine straightening and her hands clasped behind her back. She greets you and clears her throat, looking nervously from you to the nest.
“You surprised me dear one, I was not expecting you quite yet. I hope this does not seem too forward, but nest making is a large step in harpy courting and something I wished to do for you.” She announced this so nervously, but if it was a large step for her you could see why. You assure her it looks beautiful, and you can’t wait to try it. You see her blush, and you decide to keep laying on the compliments, running your hands over the blankets and telling her how good of a job she has done. The more you go on, the redder her face seems to become, much to your delight. When you slip your sandals off and crawl into the nest, the same awe struck look takes over her face from the day prior. She follows you in, and brings your hand to her face.
“You have no idea what seeing you in here does to me, do you?” She asks, and you run your fingertips over her lips, fascinated at the way her breath catches when you do this.
“I think I could guess. It’s probably similar to my feeling knowing you went to all this trouble for me.” You reply to her, once again feeling trapped in her eyes. The two of you share another kiss, the trills and sweet noises leaving her only encouraging you. Her claws ghost across your neck and send a chill down your spine. She leans you back into the nest, wings opening above you and closing you in. She is trembling above you, and you can see tears in her eyes when you part.
“No sweetheart, none of that now. What’s wrong?” you ask her, heart clenching.
“I was a fool, I waited so long for nothing, and we could have been here years ago!” she sniffles, angry at herself and her actions.
“Hush darling, we’re here now aren’t we?” You coo at her, running your hands through her hair. You have known her for such a short time, yet she already holds your heart in her hands. One of your legs comes up around her waist, pulling her close again. Enora quickly gets lost in your kisses again, and you feel some of her stress melt away under your hands.
This goes on, the two of you sharing stolen moments together and heated kisses in the cave. You both incorporate some of your own courting customs, so far your favorite of which is when she does an aerial dance for you. She tells you that harpies usually do it together, but she happily tweaked it and you were impressed all the same. The next day you showed her a popular island dance, and you swayed together to the sound of the waves outside.
One day you are on your way to the cave, dinner in tow, when you spot not one, but two harpies on the beach near the mouth of your cave. Neither of them are your harpy, however, and you grow anxious hoping Enora is alright. She did not speak of how other harpies would feel about her soulmate being human, but you were hoping you weren’t about to run into trouble. You get closer and the harpies spot you, both taking off and quickly landing in front of you. They circle you and you feel like prey, one behind you and one in front. They are both larger than Enora, and male. If you had to guess you would say they are twins, but you are hardly able to concentrate on their looks. No matter what species you are, having two large men circling you is nerve inducing.
“So you’re our little Ennies’s mate, huh?” The first asks, his voice deep.
“You aren’t very tall, she must have her hands full protecting you.” The second observes, making his way around you.
“She’s been coming home all starry eyed and happy, haven’t seen that in her in years.” One tuts at you, and you feel pride swell in your chest amidst the confusion.
“We had to come follow her, find out where our little sister was sneakin’ off to so much.” The other interjects.
You’re overwhelmed, but relief floods through you. These are Enora’s brothers, and you doubt they would do anything to you. You’re just getting a very intense shovel talk, it seems. You start to interject yourself into the talking, going to introduce yourself, when an outraged squawk fills the air and Enora and another smaller harpy land.
“What on earth are you doing? You used Glaucus to distract me to come here and try to intimidate her! And I’m not your baby sister, I’m five years older than you two!” She reprimands them, walking up to them both and grabbing them by the ears. “Now, go home to mother before she starts to worry where you went. And do not follow me here again!”
“Aw Ennie, but you’re smaller than us so you’re our little sister.” The twin pouts on their faces at being reprimanded are adorable, and now you can see it. You stifle a giggle, and spot the youngest harpy, Glaucus, looking ashamed.
“Yeah, just wanted to make sure she’s good enough for our little sister,” the other twin echos, being pulled down to her level by the ear. She walks them away from you, and you hear them yell that it was nice to meet you. You return the sentiment, a smile on your face, and wave to them as they leave. Glaucus takes off before Enora comes back, shouting a goodbye.
She walks back to you, her eyes aflame. She grabs your hands, and starts to apologize. “I’m so sorry dear one, they can be quite intense. Are you alright? I’m so embarrassed.” You giggle, and assure her that you’re fine.
“They’re just looking out for you, I’m not mad. I was a bit intimidated at first but they seem nice! Don’t be too harsh on them, love.” You kiss her cheek, and pull her into your nest, and Enora abruptly stops grumbling about her brothers. She looks at you, her eyes wide and lips parted.
“Do you? Love me, I mean.” She asks, whispering. Your face gets red and you realize what you’ve said. It’s true though, you love her.
“Yes, I do.” You whisper back, throat tight with emotion.
“I love you too Nuccia. I have for so long, you amazing creature.” She pulls you onto her lap, your thighs bracketing her underneath you. You have never felt so at home as you do in the arms of your soulmate.
You simply watch, unable to move to help or ask if that was the right thing to do in that moment. Your girlfriend is very particular about these kinds of things. Waiting a few more minutes before you start the movie while Tess arranged the pillows and blankets around on the couch was fine with you.
You finally decide on making a bag of popcorn, figuring by the time it was done, Tess would be too. After watching the bag spin around and around for two minutes, you break free from the microwave and start to prepare the butter.
“Hey, Tess,” you shout over your shoulder, holding the knife over the butter dish. “How much butter you want?”
“Just don’t drown it, please!” she says sweetly in a sing-song voice. “And no salt!”
“Weirdo,” you mumble, throwing the butter into a bowl and swapping the popcorn bag out of the microwave. Carefully, without putting too much of the melted butter on one piece, you finish and walk back into the dark living room, slapping the light switch for the kitchen.
In the light of the TV, you can barely see Tess. Not from the low light, but the fact that she’s almost disappeared within the mountain of blankets that she’d no doubt dragged from her bed. Even if it is dull, the light reflects nicely on the golden feathers that sprout from her arms and shoulders. Her blonde hair coloured blue by the Studio Ghibli opening for My neighbour Totoro.
“You may enter,” your girlfriend says cryptically, expertly lifting up the right blankets for you to crawl under. “Comfy?”
“Mhm,” you hum, placing the bowl on the end table, careful not to spill the snack all over her shining feathers. She coos, fluffing up the smaller, softer feathers on her chest and wraps her arms around you.
“Good. Because you know we’re not getting up until we’ve at least finished two of these movies,” Tess waves the remote up halfheartedly while she mumbled into your neck. You bring your arms around the harpy to rub her back.
“Fine by me.”
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A smaller blerb while I work on the larger projects. I realised a bunch of Studio Ghibli movies are on Netflix and have slowly been making my way through them. I forgot how much I love My Neighbour Totoro.
Go to bed at a decent time when you can: A Very Tired Caterpillar~
