Mari puffed out her chest, crossing her arms. The scowl of rebellion on her face deepened. “He wanted to!”
“He’s three! Mari, you can’t be taking him out with you! You shouldn’t be going out on your own like this, it’s dangerous.” All of Hiroko’s feathers stood up on end, bristling. The brown of her eyes flickered red with her anger, but Mari just rolled her own.
“He’s fiiiiiine, mom! He’s really good! He made a sailor sing!”
“I don’t c– what, at his age?”
“Uhhh, yeah. And that was last week!”
“Last week– Katsuki Mari, where is your brother?” Hiroko’s voice bore a layer of command, thick enough that her daughter could not avoid answering, no matter how much she resisted.
“Ummm… I-… I left him?” The young siren turned sheepish. “They noticed us, so I told him to run and… flew off.”
Hiroko screeched in response. Grabbing her daughter by the back collar of her robes, Hiroko flew to the mouth of the cove and stopped.
Giggles carried across the water, infectious to the point that even the fish beneath the waves and the birds in the sky wiggled in delight.
In the water at the lip of the beach, a tiny siren splashed with wild enthusiasm. His wings flapped at the water, sending droplets up in a fine mist all around him.
Yuuri floated in the shallows, playing with the contents of a wooden chest nearly as big as himself set before him. Gold threads jiggled around his arms and wrists, and he had a crown far too large lopsided on his head of damp and messy black hair. The gems decorating it glittered in the sun. Yuuri’s face was dominated by the largest grin imaginable.
“Baby bird!” Hiroko dropped in the water beside her son, scooping him and his treasures into her arms. “Wha– where did you get this?!”
“Asked!” Yuuri chirped back, gleeful in his pride. “The sailor!”
Back on the nearby beach, Mari placed a hand on her hip and cocked it. “Told ya, mom!”
“You asked a sailor for it and he gave it to you?” Hiroko asked her boy, who nodded quickly.
“Yep!” Yuuri said and held out a bejeweled bracelet to his mom. “For you, mama!”
Red eyes fading back to gentle and adoring brown, Hiroko accepted the gift.
Yuuri celebrated by throwing his arms and wings up overhead. The crown slipped over his eyes and Yuuri squawked, flapping in panic.
Look at all the slimy babies!!! I really enjoy this series it is so calming and so darn cute. I wish this series never stops I love it too much. (I think I didn’t get his hair color right… FORGIVE ME SEAN!!)
Imagine big intimidating monsters crying when they learn that they’re going to be parents.
Imagine them marking the outside of their human mate’s home with their claws, leaving deep scratches against brick and mortar or hoarding branches and leaves to build a nest out of.
Imagine them lulling their unborn to sleep with gentle clicks, growls and the songs of their ancient races, songs that no human alive has ever heard before.
Imagine them finally holding their hybrid newborns for the first time, clutching them in their huge terrible claws as if they would never let go. They could easily rip them apart, but to their little ones, their touches are all but brief brushes of silk to their tiny, new bodies. Imagine them protecting both their offspring and their mates as fiercely and as lovingly as they have never done before, desperate not to lose the new loves they have in their lives after years hiding away in the shadows.
Imagine both human and monster being more complete than either of them have in their lives, finally together, finally a family. A weird little family, but a happy little family nonetheless.