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Anthropophobia

One-shot

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Every human knew the tales and legends of the mighty beasts that roamed the oceans, luring sailors closer and then murdering them in a violent rage.

As it turned out, Sirens also knew about humans. The tiny creatures that showed up everywhere with their uncanny little faces, and tiny eyes, and their general unsettling nature. If only anthropophobia was less common.

Anthropophobia- the fear of humans.

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Virgil ran through the streets, hearing guards shouting behind him. He grimaced, imagining them catching up and arresting him. He ran through a crowd and took an unplanned turn towards the docks. The guards hadn’t caught up yet

He untied a small boat that had sat unused for months; no one would miss it any more than they’d miss him.

Virgil knew it was risky to take a boat, even if there were no siren sightings nearby. But, he had to get away. He’d take brutal but instantaneous death over getting arrested and wasting away in a cell for the rest of his days.

He rowed for a while, his food piled up on the other side of the boat. He could hear nothing but bird calls and the rippling waves as he moved the oars. And then suddenly the underlying panic that was always present in his mind disappeared, leaving only the want to follow the feeling reaching out to him. What was that sound…?

He rowed closer and closer, not thinking about how strange this was, how suspicious this was. He snapped out of it only when the song stopped, when he was unnervingly close to a pair of eerily large eyes, with no whites to them. Virgil knew that just a few metres below the water was a mouth with far too many teeth.

He felt himself go pale, suddenly feeling lightheaded. He looked around him; how far had he sailed? His boat was probably small enough for the beast to hold it in its hands

He shuddered as that assumption was proved correct, and the siren raised its upper body out of the water, two cupped hands under his boat and raising him closer to its face, giving him a perfect view of their sharp teeth and the way it was grinning. One of its hands curled around the boat and started tilting it, the other hand below.

Virgil tumbled out, too panicked to even think of holding on. This instantaneous death was not being very instantaneous. The monster made a series of noises that Virgil had no hope of interpreting, as Virgil lay in their hand.

He was trembling harder than he ever thought possible, staying as still as he could. It prodded him with one finger, gentler than he thought it could but still hard enough to hurt, and he scrambled away from the hand, unfortunately meeting the fingers of the hand he was in as he bumped into them

He glanced down to the water, would it be worth it to jump down and try to swim away? He saw for a moment that his boat was dropped and overturned in the water and his food was floating around before a huge hand showed up in front of him fast enough that he flinched harder than ever before. He doubted he could outswim a giant sea creature anyway.

It was making noise, presumably speaking in the garbled language. Far too loud, he thought, as his stress headache doubled.

He hoped it wouldn’t sing again any time soon, he quite liked having control over his movements. It was trying to block him away from the edges of its palm, similarly to how one would do with a bug.

The comparison made him nauseous as he recognised that he was that small compared to it. He was maybe only three inches compared to it, all too small, and far too fragile. He stood up, though was immediately knocked off of his feet as the siren shifted slightly

He looked at its face, finding it almost too big to look at it all.

He felt himself go even paler as a second pair of eyes opened beneath its normal ones. It brought him close enough that he could feel its breath ruffling his clothes. He shuddered.

It’s other hand lifted up, starting to cover him from the sky, like the motion to trap a firefly. The hands closed around him, leaving him completely in the dark and cold.

He could immediately tell when the giant took him underwater, even without the little bits of water starting to fill up the space between the two hands. They both stayed underwater for about ten seconds of dizzying motion, and then he was somewhat-gently deposited on a large rock shelf above a pool of water that looked hundreds of feet deep.

He backed away, still trembling. The siren had pulled itself out of the water mostly, and sat on a ledge in the cave, as though it hadn’t just kidnapped him. In this lighting, he noticed that it had ‘little’ glowing green patterns decorating its skin, blending in with the dull green skin

He sat down in a corner, watching the beast intensely. It came closer after a while, using one of its giant claws to scratch something into the stone.

Were those runes? It tapped the runes once they were finished being scratched into the stone, and a clear sphere started to form around the ledge. Virgil tapped it to test if it was dangerous and found that it was similar to glass.

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. It was still speaking, though muffled a bit now. It ducked under the water and swam away. Virgil looked for a way out, denying himself any tears to fall.

Nothing. Nothing at all. He hit the ‘glass’ with a fist, sitting down again. Why was he the exception to the fact that sirens usually murdered any human they saw? Why did he have to get trapped, the one thing he was trying to avoid?

He curled up in the corner. His prison was quite expansive, perhaps the size of a small house, but it was still a prison. He glared at everything in this cave, every single collected thing, every shiny thing on every ledge. One thing was screaming in his mind: that he was just another collected thing to the giant.

It came back a few minutes later, emerging from the water with speed that he could barely comprehend. Its hands were filled with plants that looked like they were from land, even though they were soaking wet. He came closer curiously, and looked at the strange handful- was that a whole bush?

His bewilderment overtook his fear for a brief moment, until it looked at him again, two pairs of eyes locked onto him.

He skittered back, heart beating so fast it might explode. What was even going on right now? He groaned, pushing his head into his hands and sliding down the rock wall to sit on the floor. It was still watching

It reached through the barrier as if it was not there, which it definitely was, and placed the bushes and soft leaves in the prison with him.

After a few days, Virgil still had no idea what was actually happening. The uncertainty was eating him alive. He had rearranged the plants in his prison, to give himself a hiding place. They were thick enough that he couldn’t see the siren through them, and therefore it couldn’t see him.

Sometimes it would sing to itself. Virgil hated those times. He didn’t even think it knew it was luring him from his hiding spot, it usually noticed him only after a while, stopping singing to speak to him (or at him- it wasn’t like he could understand)

He still couldn’t get over the fear. It was so big, so fast, so loud. He spent most of the time cowering in the corner, staring at the wall. His eyes had adjusted to the dark well

He peeked out from behind the bushes and watched the siren swim out of the cave system. It usually brought him food when it did that. He stood up shakily, once again inspecting his prison for any faults, anything he could use to escape. Once again, nothing.

His knuckles had become bruised by how much he had punched the magic glass when he got frustrated with his captivity. The siren was back soon, nothing in its hands. Suspicious. Virgil went back to his hiding spot.

Another siren was behind it, this one more red in colour. Virgil shuddered. There was a tapping on the glass, accompanied by some words that Virgil couldn’t understand. He knew that this meant it wanted him to leave his hiding spot, and that if he didn’t, it’d reach in and get him anyway.

He wasn’t coming out. Willingly showing yourself to a siren was a death sentence. He could feel the siren's hand getting closer until it wrapped around him, lifting him through the glass. He was still trembling every time it got near him.

It presented him to the red one with some dramatic gestures that made him dizzy. Its hand uncurled, leaving him sitting on its palm. The red one let out a shriek that Virgil was sure made his ears bleed, as it catapulted itself backward

Virgil covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. The hand he was sitting on was shaking, as he heard what he assumed was laughter from the green siren. His legs had drawn up to his chest, and he laid on his side as he tried to erase that noise from his mind

He could hear Red saying something, not entirely shrieking now, but not not shrieking. He wanted to leave- to go somewhere else, anywhere else.

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t go home, he could go somewhere else, and start a new life- except he couldn’t. He was trapped in the clutches of a giant siren, and there was no way he’d ever be able to escape the underwater tunnels without drowning.

Green prodded his side and Virgil curled up more.

He was placed in the prison again soon enough. The moment, the shriek, replayed in his mind over and over again as he stared into the darkness hours later

It reminded him of when a school child would find a spider in the grass and show their friends to freak them out. He had never thought about how it would feel to the spider, to be at the mercy of giants so much larger, to deal with the loud screaming and the complete lack of control. He wondered how many spiders had been traumatised by those school shenanigans.

The siren was under the waves, like it was for a lot of the day, but he could still see the glowing. He closed his eyes, but no sleep crept up on him.

He stared up. Was that what was happening? Were humans the spiders to sirens? He thought for a while

It would explain Red’s reaction maybe, and why sirens went into what seemed like murderous rage. Maybe it was just like when someone saw a spider and started panicking. He had certainly seen people go into what could be described as a murderous rage when seeing a spider.

So, why did they lure humans? He thought of his interactions with Green, how it would sing to itself and be surprised when he was drawn closer. His blood ran cold.

They didn’t know . They didn’t know their own power. The thing they were known for . He thought about all the casualties of siren song and he uttered the first word he said in days

“I’m sorry”

A single tear ran down his cheek and he looked around the cave. Of course he had to be found by the type of person who would keep a spider in a jar as a pet. Well, at least until it forgets about him. He wondered how long that would take; weeks? Months? Years? He would rather it happen sooner than later

He didn’t want to form a messed up attachment to his captor before it eventually forgot about him

He curled up behind the bush and waited for it to wake up.

—

Remus had been relaxing just above water for his daily fix of oxygen and sunlight, singing to himself as he slowly swam around.

A human floated into view a little while later. It hadn’t noticed him yet, and so he stopped singing, dipping his head further down into the water until only his eyes were above water. Well, at least his primary eyes; he didn’t need to see details just yet

It froze when it noticed him. Remus was wondering what it would feel like to be bitten by something so small. Roman said that it hurt.

He scooped the little guy up in its little boat. He wondered what it was seeing; an incomprehensible being? Was it feeling unimaginable terror? He grinned at the idea, though knew it was unlikely. Humans were too small for thoughts like that

He tilted the boat to get the human out, and it tumbled out, further than he expected. It laid unmoving for a few seconds in which Remus thought he might’ve accidentally killed it. That would’ve been disappointing, he decided, since he wanted to keep it as a pet.

He nudged it with his fingertip and watched as it scuttled back. That tickled.

It got closer to the edge and Remus dropped the boat and brought his other hand up to guard it away

“Woah there, little guy! If you fall off here you’re gonna die choking on water with no escape! I’m the better option, don’t you think?” He grinned, rambling a bit.

It stared up at him, and he opened his secondary eyes, bringing it closer. It was so small . Roman would be terrified, he realised, grinning harder.

So would most of his friends.

Remus gently placed his hand over his other one and tried to make sure no water would get in between them. He ducked underwater and swam home, placing the little guy on a ledge in the part of the cave above water and scratching some runes so it would have a place to stay.

He looked at it for a few seconds. It was empty, too empty to keep an animal in there.

The human looked up at him. He thought for a moment; what kind of plants grew where humans lived? Pretty much any plants from land would work, right? He set off to find some as the little guy explored the enclosure

He found some soft plants on an island nearby, and uprooted them to take to his new pet. It was a creepy little thing, like most humans, and immediately started moving the plants to create a little hide-away. Remus had always found humans strangely cute, in a way that made his brother extremely annoyed. Roman had never liked it when he brought humans home from his wanderings.

They were just so small, and pretty docile if they weren’t feeling threatened. Remus had heard a lot of people say that they were more scared of people than people were of them, and he had always wondered how much truth that held

He knew a lot of people who were downright terrified of the tiny little creatures. He wondered why humans always got so close to sirens if they were so afraid, but he didn’t dwell on it.

A few days later, he had begun to get very attached to the little creature. It stayed hidden a lot, only coming out when it was fed, and occasionally when he was singing or humming to himself. He named it Creepy, because it fit the description, primarily, but also because it would annoy his brother tremendously.

He suddenly remembered the fact that he hadn’t shown Creepy to his brother yet and grinned, swimming through his tunnels as fast as physically possible and towards his brother's cave.

“Roman! Roman! I need to show you my new pet! You’ll love it” he grinned, holding back a laugh

Roman sceptically followed him until they got back to the cave. Remus saw Creepy hide behind the plants and he got closer, tapping on the barrier and waiting for it to come out like usual, but it didn’t.

“Come on out, lil’ guy”

He reached in and grabbed it gently and dramatically presented it to his brother

“Ta da! My new pet!” He uncurled his hand and watched his brother’s reaction intently

The reaction was even worth the resulting scream. He laughed, bringing Creepy towards his chest and looking back up at Roman

“Remus! Why would you do that!? You know I’m scared of them!” His eyes were looking up at him and back down to the human like he was scared it was gonna leap at him

Remus looked down at Creepy, who had curled up like it did when nervous.

“Aw, look, you scared it! Say sorry,” he said, half teasingly, gently prodding Creepy’s side

“I scared it?” Roman asked, tone disbelieving “If anything, it should apologise to me! Or at the very least, you should” he crossed his arms, secondary eyes widening to show his mistrust

Remus shook his head, placing Creepy back into the enclosure and turning back to Roman as Creepy scuttled back to its hiding spot

“I mean, if you still fall for that, it’s on you. I’ve been pulling the same prank since we were kids” he shrugged and grinned

Roman glared at him, but didn’t argue

“I just don’t get how you can find that thing cute enough to be a pet,” he grumbled.

Remus shook his head, placing Creepy back in the enclosure.

“Oh, come on! How can you be scared of that little face!”

Roman stared at him. “I don’t know, they just show up everywhere and they just give me the creeps, ok?”

They talked for a while, before Roman inevitably left

Remus placed some food in the enclosure and ducked under the water to his bed. He wondered what Creepy was thinking about the situation.

He yawned, and fell asleep, head tucked into his arm.

When he woke up, the thing he did was swim outside for his daily dose of sunlight and basked in the light for about an hour, until the light got too much for him. Then he started swimming around.

The smaller fish avoided him mostly, but they were still annoying. He snuck a peek at one of the nearby islands, finding a lot of boats and a few humans.

Humans tended to be in groups of two or more, he noticed; was his human gonna get lonely? He thought about his human, pushing away the thought of how killable, how squishable, it was, and thought about its behaviour. It hid most of the time. Maybe another human would get it to be less skittish?

This routine was what he did every morning.

After yet another morning of this a few weeks later, he swam back to the cave and greeted his little friend by tapping on the wall of the enclosure. It walked forward towards him and sat down in front of the barrier. Remus’ tail splashed happily and Creepy skittered back, staring at the tail. Oh, right, humans didn’t really like water

He wondered how many humans had drowned in his lifetime, and what it would feel like to drown. He couldn’t imagine it. He had found several dead humans in sunken ships (Roman refused to go near them) and he had always wondered how long it had taken them to die.

He looked at Creepy consideringly. What would happen if he threw it into the water? He shook his head, and ruffled Creepy’s hair. He wouldn’t hurt Creepy.

He started singing to distract himself from his thoughts. Oddly enough, Creepy became more alert, staring up at him with more intensity, getting closer to the barrier.

Remus tilted his head. He had noticed that his singing would sometimes make Creepy come closer, but to see the immediate shift in the behaviour was interesting. He stopped singing and watched it back away a bit

He started singing again and it once again got closer, standing up straighter and trying to get to him.

This was so cool! He grinned. He wondered if it would work on other humans than Creepy. He experimented with the singing for a while, a few hours maybe, before deciding to stop the game and do something else.

Creepy ran back to its hiding spot after they were done playing, and Remus watched it arrange the plants again to completely surround itself. Remus imagined what would happen if it would respond to his singing while it was surrounded like this. It would probably catch its skin on one of the pointier branches and die a bleeding, painful death. It was a good thing he stopped, he decided

Humans were always so fascinating to him, how complexly they acted, but he was the only person he knew who had ever noticed that. Everyone else was too scared to even look at a human without screaming or trying to get rid of it.

But, Remus had always loved watching them.

A few days later, he swam out of the cave and up to the surface. He could see one human sitting on the shore of a nearby island. It froze when it saw him, and he tested his newfound ability.

Much like Creepy, it immediately changed in posture and ventured towards the water. Cool! It would even make humans go towards the water without a boat? He knew how dangerous that was, so when it got to the water he grabbed it and stopped singing.

He swam towards his cave, holding the human above water until they got close enough, then he ducked under water and swam as fast as possible through the tunnels and deposited his new human in the enclosure with Creepy.

The humans stared at each other and Remus had a sudden thought of them ripping each other apart, before they started making noises. He had heard Creepy make noise every so often, but very rarely and very quietly. He grinned.

The new human was smaller, so he named it Tiny. He watched them for hours, though they paid almost no mind to him. He wondered how it felt to be so small

—

Virgil hadn’t grown used to life in the cave. It had been weeks, and it had only gotten worse from then. The red one had visited semi-frequently, though practically did everything to avoid looking at him. Virgil was glad; he didn’t want to deal with even more screaming.

It still did what he called a mini-shriek if it caught sight of Virgil moving around too suddenly, or even at all. Virgil had never been able to shake the sound of the first shriek from his mind.

He shuddered. Red hadn’t come back since Green had discovered that it could draw him forward by singing. It would toy with him for hours at a time, grinning as it forced him forward, let him try to go back and bringing him forward again, until it eventually got bored.

Virgil hunched in the corner, and watched the siren swim away. He grit his teeth and started looking around the cave again. He couldn’t cry. If he admitted the hopelessness of the situation, it would only make it worse to bear.

He took a shaky breath and held his head against his knees. He was going to get away, somehow, somewhere. He was going to get out of this- he was going to get away.

The siren returned a while later, another human in its hands. They were placed behind the glass like him, and sat there seemingly in shock for a few moments. They looked around, squinting at the dark and adjusting their glasses.

“It takes a while for your eyes to adjust, you won’t see much yet,” he offered to the stranger, who seemed startled. Their eyes locked on Virgil after a few seconds of trying to find the source of his voice

“Where are we? Why did it bring me here?” The stranger had an accent to their words, one that Virgil recognised from further south on his home island

“Well, we are inside magical glass in a stupidly large cave for reasons that I only have a theory of” he offered, probably sounding bitter

“Hmm… would you mind telling me your theory? I’m working with almost no reference here” they came closer, and Virgil moved aside some plants for them to get closer to him

“You know how people are usually scared of spiders but there’s always that one person who keeps spiders in jars? Well this,” he gestured around him “is the jar”

The stranger looked at him with a contemplative look

“That implies that most sirens are scared of us,” They said after a few moments, looking at the siren, which was just there, staring at them both

“I think they are,” Virgil replied, thinking of the red siren and the unholy screech it let out at the mere sight of him.

“Think about it, how many people completely freak out when they see a spider and don’t calm down until it’s dead? That’s what sirens do!” He elaborated

“Do you have any definitive proof that they’re scared?”

Virgil once again thought about the scream.

“Just wait for the red siren to visit,” he didn’t offer any more elaboration for that statement.

They talked for hours, deliberately ignoring the giant face that was staring down at them.

The new guy was Logan, an aspiring scholar. Virgil didn’t mention his own line of work.

Virgil told him how most days were in the cave, and answered questions about the siren song situation. Logan seemed to absorb knowledge like a sponge.

The next few days were not as bad as they were alone. The green one had added more plants to the prison, and so there were more hiding spots. Logan had been subjected to the utter torture that was Green singing, stopping and singing again, which was less good, but Logan had yet to be subjected to the shrieking of Red.

Virgil had made sure to keep an eye out so Logan knew to cover his ears when the red one showed up.

Green was out of the cave at that moment, so Logan and Virgil had a precious moment to talk in peace. They weren’t talking about anything in particular, but Virgil still cherished it. He had never thought he’d miss human interaction this much.

Virgil didn’t talk much, instead he listened to Logan speak, and kept a look out for the siren returning. It was about an hour later that the green siren arrived, and Logan and Virgil went back into their hiding place.

It placed some food in their prison and started placing things on different ledges in the cave. It almost reminded him of when he would find something cool when he was on a walk and put it up in his room. He knew the comparison was pretty accurate, but he didn’t want to think about how the siren was a person.

A person who was keeping them captive for entertainment. It was easier to think of it as a monster or a beast than to recognise that it was just as sapient as him. He watched it, trying to ignore any familiar actions.

It swam towards them a few minutes later, Virgil was mostly hidden, and so was Logan, but they were peeking over the bushes to watch the siren.

It didn’t seem to notice them both, looking through the glass at different hiding spots. It gave up trying to find them and instead tapped on the glass to try get them out. It always was annoying if they didn’t eat their food immediately. He glanced at the tapping fingers with an emotion he couldn’t identify.

If it really wanted them to come out, maybe it should’ve stopped being annoying. He ducked down further and crossed his arms.

Logan looked at him with an unreadable look

“Are you okay, Virgil?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper

Virgil stayed completely still and silent. He was sick of this whole thing.

He wanted to get out. The tapping was getting quicker, louder, matching Virgil’s breath. He drew his knees up to his chest and gripped his hair in his hands. His breathing was getting worse the more he could hear the siren's insistent tapping.

Soon he could hear nothing but his own breathing, his heartbeat, and the blood rushing in his ears. Everything else was gone. He could feel movement next to him and he tried to ground himself.

It took a while for him to come to his senses, to stop hyperventilating, but when he did, he noticed Logan in front of him, holding his hands and gently talking him into calmness. Virgil smiled falteringly

“Thanks, and, uh, sorry… about that,” he mumbled lamely

Logan looked at him. Virgil felt like there was something he wasn’t telling him.

Virgil tried to peek out from behind the bushes, but Logan pulled him down

“Keep your eyes on me,” he instructed, which made Virgil only want to look out more. He had never been good at following advice from people.

“Virgil. Do not look out there. It will only send you into another panic. You’ve already hyperventilated enough that your lips are going blue, you don’t need more”

Logan’s voice was firm, but it was calming. Virgil nodded, realising that his lips did indeed feel weird. Then he realised just how lightheaded he felt. He looked at the food that was just in his line of sight. Logan followed his gaze, and looked back at him.

“I’ll get us some food, you stay here,”

Virgil resisted the urge to look out at the rest of the cave, and instead focused on Logan.

He rested his head on the stone wall behind him. This whole thing was so… fucked up. Everything was so fucked up.

He was going to live and die in a glass prison because giant monsters saw him as nothing more than a bug, or animal. He finally felt himself cry. Logan brought the food closer and Virgil noticed for a second that he glared at the siren (or sirens? He was sure he could hear more voices)

Logan didn’t ask about his crying, just wordlessly passing food. He was going to ask Logan what exactly happened whilst he was out of sorts, but later. Right now, talking didn’t seem like a viable option. He could hear splashing, muffled through the glass

He closed his eyes. He could think when he woke up, he was too tired to mope anymore.

When he woke up, Logan was behind a different bush than him, glasses askew as his face pressed against the ground. Virgil shakily stood up and looked out at the cave. He froze under the gaze of the green siren, and felt like nothing more than a deer in headlights.

His heartbeat had gone through the roof, and he felt the instinctual urge to hide, but his body did the opposite and he just stood there.

Green came closer, Virgil flinched back and his body was startled back into motion. He ran behind another bush, noticing Logan wake up. Virgil didn’t know what exactly had triggered his fear this time; he hadn’t been this scared in weeks .

Everything was amplified to him. He didn’t know anything, he had never felt more like an animal than that instance, hiding and relying on instinct. Logan approached him a little while later.

He just looked up, feeling more helpless than he had ever felt. How long had it been since he had seen the sun? How long had he been in this prison? How long would he stay there? The rest of his life? Would Logan stay there the rest of his life? He wanted to leave, he couldn’t take this anymore.

He would rather drown trying to escape than stay here. Nothing was worse than staying here. Well, staying here alone was worse, but at least now he had Logan to help him through it. Logan had sat down next to him and was whispering reassurance

Virgil could still see too-large movements outside the glass. He shuddered. He had bruises from where Green had grabbed, prodded and poked at him. He was never going to get out of this if something so big that it couldn’t even touch him gently was the thing trapping him.

He felt like he was getting worse. He felt like everything was getting worse. But most of all, he felt bad for Logan, who had yet to suffer the worst of the captivity

—

Remus was worried about his humans. Tiny was less skittish than Creepy, but it still hid often. They usually stayed close to each other, something he had noticed in wild humans as well. Humans liked being near other humans.

Remus wondered why Creepy was on its own to begin with, but he could never think of a reason. He came back from his daily swim and put some cool rocks around his cave, fins shaking out in happiness, before checking on the two little guys.

He had already put food in there for them.

They were obviously hiding, since he couldn’t see them, but he didn’t know where they were hiding. There were a lot of hiding places in their enclosure, to make them more comfortable and try to simulate a more natural environment for them, but that meant the times he saw them now were few and far between. He tapped the barrier, waiting for them to come out, but they didn’t.

That was weird. He tapped again, louder and faster, but there was no movement visible. Were they ok?

“Come on, little guys, come on out” he said quietly, but nothing moved. Wait- did something just move? He grinned. The little humans were still living, at least

He noticed that they still weren’t coming out. What if something was really wrong with them, and that was why they weren’t coming to the front of the enclosure? He mentally debated what he should do, and landed on singing to draw them closer.

It only drew Tiny closer, but Creepy still was hidden. Once he stopped singing, it all but ran to where it was before. If Remus really strained his eyes, he could notice a shape behind the foliage. So that was where Creepy was? Was it ok?

He swam in circles, accidentally splashing the barrier a few times. He muttered to himself with a sort of fear- what if he had accidentally neglected his pets and one of them died? His voice was probably echoing and his marks were likely glowing brighter than usual.

Remus was talking to himself now, voice getting more echoing, and marks getting brighter. He watched Tiny move across the enclosure, towards the pile of food, and start dragging it back to where Creepy was

Remus was still muttering to himself, still echoing loudly as he watched the enclosure. It was hours later that Creepy emerged from the hiding spot. Remus stared intently, noticing the way it froze under his gaze. He watched it skitter away again.

He frowned. It was back to how skittish it used to be. It had been getting better, what happened? He placed his hand on the barrier and brought his face closer, trying to spot Creepy in the mass of plants

He didn’t know what to do about the sudden behaviour change. Maybe his singing had had a negative impact on it after all?

He swam out of the cave and towards his brother’s cave. His brother, annoying as he was, was still someone he trusted with his feelings. Sometimes.

Remus could only think of every bad possibility, every gruesome thing that could happen to his pets, but Roman was often an optimist.

He burst into the cave, accidentally waking Roman up

“Woah! Remus, what the- are you okay?” Roman’s anger seemed to dissolve as he noticed Remus’s distress

Remus explained the weird behaviour to him, and watched Roman nod along with the face he made when he was thinking

“Look, I’m not gonna claim to know anything about humans, they give me the creeps, but I really don’t think that it’s anything to worry about. It’s probably just confused why you added a new human to the enclosure”

Remus nodded. He always wondered what was going on in the humans’ minds, but he knew that he would never find out exactly what they thought. Roman was probably right. Would it help if he separated them?

He brushed that thought away; changing things now would confuse it more. He breached the surface to clear his head, only to be faced with a boat full of humans. It was one of the bigger ships, the ones bigger than his head, absolutely filled with the tiny creatures.

He grinned, gently knocking into the side, careful not to make any of them fall. One of them threw something sharp at him. He knew that that’s what humans did if they were hunting, but that made Remus laugh

Was it trying to hunt him for food? He was bigger than the whole ship! He pulled the tiny object out of his face and got closer, watching the tiny little creatures run around.

He loved observing wild humans, they were so fascinating to him. He wondered why they were so close to each other, in a big crowd as he got closer. His grin grew as he looked each human up and down. They were all so different from each other.

He scooped up a few into his hand to get a better look, and felt them moving around. He laughed softly at the feeling. One of them attempted to jump off of his hand and back onto the boat, and he attempted to catch it.

He looked at the tiny body in his hand. Oops. He didn’t mean to catch it so hard, but their tiny little bodies were so fragile.

He dropped it into the water and put the others back onto the boat. They were all making a lot of noise, strangely.

He swam away, wiping the red blood off of his hand and onto a rock. He didn’t mean to do that. He swam back to his cave and checked on his humans again.

He could see them this time, though they weren’t looking at him. Creepy stayed close to Tiny, much like the humans on the boat, and he couldn’t help but compare them to the one he accidentally killed. He looked at them consideringly

What would be the least painful way to die if you were human sized? Probably not drowning, that looked like it took a while. Maybe getting squashed, that seemed pretty instantaneous, but then he thought about how it might feel to have your organs splattered across a rock. He shook his head of those thoughts and just watched them.

Nothing was really happening. He couldn’t explain the strange foreboding feeling in his mind.

Things went back to normal after a few more days. Roman came by to visit him, though once again dramatically avoided the enclosure like his life depended on it.

Remus rolled his eyes as Roman shrieked upon seeing Tiny move across the enclosure to get food.

“It’s not going to hurt you, drama queen. It’s just trying to eat,”

“Ugh! Stop teasing me, you-” he was cut off by Remus shoving him with a grin plastered across his face

“Oh, yeah, the tiny little creature is gonna get you, you should be worried that it’s gonna get past the barrier, somehow swim towards you and, I don’t know, gently bite your hand?” He teased, mock biting Roman’s hand as he tried to shove him in return.

“Stop it, Remus! I can’t help how scared I am,” Roman pouted

“But you can help screaming my ears off every time one of them moves!” He countered, grin growing

He and Roman had a mock-argument for about half an hour, one that only got partially violent, but immediately ended when Roman had to go. Just like normal.

He dramatically swam down to the bottom of his cave and lay in the darkness for a while. How well could humans see in the dark, he wondered. Probably pretty well, since they’d been fine in the cave so far.

His eyes drifted shut as he thought and he slept

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Logan hated this. Well, mostly. The good part was that this presented a very unique opportunity to study sirens. Usually, sirens killed anyone who interacted with them, so not much was known about them. Now Logan had the upper hand, second only to Virgil, who had been there longer

He felt bad for Virgil. Virgil had evidently gone through something during his time in the cave, perhaps even just the effects of long-term stress, but Virgil could barely stop trembling even when they were both hidden

Virgil had some interesting hypotheses about why they were being kept, and Logan had to admit that the theories held up well as Logan observed the siren.

Concerningly, Virgil mentioned a second siren when bringing up the idea of sirens being scared. Even more concerning, Virgil turned pale at the mere mention of the red siren, which did not give Logan a lot to work with in terms of what he was actually dealing with.

Virgil constantly looked like he had never slept, which was incredibly impressive considering how much time he spent asleep. Logan thought it must’ve been the effects of stress.

When the Red siren finally showed up, Logan was sharply pulled behind a bush

“I advise you to keep your ears covered and try not to move” Virgil warned him, which intrigued Logan very much.

“I’m just going to get some food, I’ll be quick” he promised, watching Virgil curl up more and press down on his ears.

Logan went to get food, looking at Red intently. It spotted him after a few seconds of movement, both sets of eyes widening before it started shrieking. Logan flinched. So that was why Virgil told him to cover his ears.

Green and Red seemed to start arguing, shoving each other and even biting once or twice.

Logan watched with strange fascination as the sirens fought, and then as the fight immediately stopped as the red siren left. Logan’s ears hurt from the scream, but his brain hurt from the strange behaviour of the giants

He went back to his and Virgil’s designated talking bush and sat down

Virgil was silent for a few moments, while Logan looked out at the dimly lit cave.

“I think they’re siblings,” Virgil offered, strangely tonelessly. Logan didn’t have to ask to know who he was talking about

Logan thought for a while. The thought made him feel oddly nauseous, the idea that his captor had a family. He hadn’t thought about the siren's personal life before.

If Red visited more often, though, he might be able to translate a few words. He was pretty sure that Red had said ‘stop’ several times during the argument, and that would be an invaluable word to know when in this situation. He was somewhat sure that Green was not keeping them out of malice, that being backed up by his and Virgil’s observations of the situation, so he hoped that once he had the words, it would let them go

He shared his thoughts with Virgil, who did agree with the idea, but was worried it might take too long to get every word they needed correct. Logan wondered whether it was worth it, but decided on yes as he looked at just how tired Virgil seemed

It took at least a month and a half (he was pretty sure, anyway; it was hard to tell in the cave) for him to learn how to speak one word. He practised every time that Green was out of the cave. He could understand more than he could speak.

He was going to keep practising, but his vocal cords were not made for their language.

Virgil had bitten the siren a few times, which did reduce the grabbing frequency. Green had never grabbed him as much as he grabbed Virgil. He assumed that it was due to Virgil’s larger stature, and him therefore being less fragile than Logan’s smaller form.

He hummed, trying the word in his mouth again as Green left the cave

Virgil hadn’t been trying to speak, deciding that trying to speak to the giant was not his ‘style’, so to speak. Logan was pretty sure that just meant he was scared, but he didn’t say anything about that hypothesis.

It was a week later that he actually put his practice to the test, as the siren reached through the ‘glass’ to try to bring Virgil out. The panicked and pleading look from his friend was enough to convince him.

He looked into the eyes of the siren as best he could, took a deep breath and spoke

“Stop,” he said in the strange language, before gesturing to the siren’s hand, still looking to grab at Virgil

“Stop,” he repeated

Green’s eyes were all on him as he stood, trying his hardest not to look scared.

It widened its eyes, and those sharp teeth were on display as it started to speak

“What?” It asked, and Logan repeated himself once again, crossing his arms.

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#sanders sides gt #sanders sides fic #sanders sides story #sanders sides g/t #giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #sanders sides au #sanders side fic #sanders sides #remus sanders #giant Remus #merfolk #sirens #spiders

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deus-and-the-machina · 4 months

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making unhinged takes in my brain about elidibus/loporrits parallels here me out-

there are these guys on the moon yeah? Their entire existence is dedicated to one duty of saving a world’s population. They changed their names to better accomplish this duty, said old names being in the ancient tongue, so it’s not like any modern person could understand them :) they were created by god to carry out their will where they could not in the name of salvation. They’re also itty bitty little fluffy guys. Is this anything. Help.

#consumed by elidibus thoughts this will not stop I’m writing a mech au where zodiark and hydaelyn are well. mechs #god is a really cool giant robot that gets body horror-y real fast #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #elidibus #lopporits #their line about having changed their names made me go *gasp* *points* if you’re wondering when the connection happened #themis #siren says

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icedmetaltea · 1 year

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hello hello! this is gonna be ramble-y, telling you that now

i use character.ai a lot but reading your posts about it has made me rethink using it. so ty for writing that! going to check pygmalionAI out - i hadn't known about the character.ai community & devs being so bad. also, how did you learn that the devs were bad if i may ask? i'd like to get more informed now regarding AI since it IS becoming a bigger thing; laws and precedents need to be established sooner rather than later

on another note! i ADORE your titan au! loved the iron giant as a kid and love the way you're designing it with Sun, Moon, and Eclipse! do you have any more crumbs to share about it? (no pressure though! /gen)

have a wonderful day/night OP!

Well I used CAI back in December, joined their subreddit, and it'd be kinda impossible to summarize everything I watched unfold since then since it was such an explosion of a community.

Here's a good quick breakdown vid:

youtube

(ok for some reason the link isn't working for me so uhh just paste "Character dot AI and the controversy around it." into youtube)

This is a good written resource that has links and screenshots for all the info therein: https://rentry.org/CAInews

It's important to be informed about these kinda things so good on you!

Also thank you so much! ^-^ I don't really have too much info on the au since I haven't toyed with it that much, but I'd like to draw Sun and Moon since thus far I've only done Eclipse.

I've seen one or two people say that it'd be fun if Sun used to be like primarily a medical bot but got reprogrammed when the war picked back up, so I'm wondering if maybe he has some sort of medical logo somewhere on his chest/arms under a thick coating of paint.

He feels sort of embarrassed about it when y/n finds out (I suppose time has withered the paint and the cracks show through) because after a while, since after centuries of bloodshed humanity is like on the verge of extinction and yet unwilling to let their violence go, war was the only thing he knew.

Eclipse is neither good nor bad, he just exists to cause destruction lol. Specifically to end the Titan war, but since it's long over and the "bad side" as he's programmed to see it no longer exists, it's the only logical solution to re-focus his attention on destroying humanity.

Of course, this all pulls to a halt when Sun and Moon come back into the picture (and no I have no idea how they'd all miraculously re-animate at the same time 😂) Maybe either y/n is able to find some sort of on-twitch of a kind, like a power core that automatically powers on all the titans even in their long-dormant state, or Eclipse actually decides to spare humanity because y/n wants him to (who can resist those big pleading eyes honestly) and maybe because humanity just seems so... frail these days. Not at all the powerful armies that he remembers, therefore no challenge. Then he once again refocuses his attention on fixing Sun and Moon just so he can fight them.

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #storysiren #ai #character.ai #drama #Titan au #*gives siren a glowing green orb*#ifirehfuerfie au in which giant murder robots realize they have war trauma #and work to resolve it after nearly destroying each other a few times

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solunest · 1 year

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So I have three AUs bouncing around in my head rn (aside from one fanfan au). Will I ever get to em all, who knows?

The Red Giant, Estellar - You’re a bartender at the Balloon World Lounge in the big city, who was getting out of a slump after your best friend had died. Their ghost haunts you via bell ribbon and the circumstances of his death is somehow associated with your work? Shady stuff’s going down in your workplace and you slowly go on a mystery hunt to figure out what happened.

Death Dancing on a Wire - There’s a circus going around the area promoting the liberation of animatronics as a new age dawns upon all of sentient life. You had completely ruined all of your limbs and the factory you were slaving at throws you out. The doctor of the circus finds you and crafts you prosthetics and you finally find him again as the circus comes back to the area. You’re kicked out of your orphanage, disguised in an animatronic shell via doc, and joined the circus.

Golden Contract - You’re a happy-go-lucky researcher who loves the mysteries of the sea. Your facility had located and captured a school of sirens, two adults and five children. You got transferred to this branch and showed human decency to these sentient creatures and a giant fish in your dreams gifts you a boon to help get his people back into the ocean. You can turn into a siren by eating the boon; a Stardrop, which was apparently a myth in siren time.

The descriptions are very vague, but if you want me to expand on them, don’t hesitate to ask. They’ll be festering for awhile.

#The Red Giant Estellar AU #Death Dancing on a Wire AU #Golden Contract AU #fnaf sb #fnaf dca #bartender!y/n #tightrope walker!y/n #siren!y/n #researcher!y/n

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gamerbearmira · 2 months

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Hiiiiii, can we see a drawing of the whole giant siren family pls hope it's not too much to ask hehe. Either just a family momenton the island or swimming, scavenging,hunting, eating. Anything you can think of them being a family lol thx 😊

I CAN‼️‼️

Now. Don’t get too excited, this is terrible 😭😭 I. Ight come back to it later and render it or something, I’m not entirely sure yet 👩‍🏭👩‍🏭

Sometimes I don’t draw Alma as true as she really is or as Antonio as small because they simply would not fit/be visible 💀💀 like the size difference between the two is actually insane, because Alma is bigger than an average grown siren.

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91cmspoilers · 6 months

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kraken/siren izzy......

#(( im seeing a lot of supernatural aus and i want in on that...... ))#(( izuru is just stuck in the water most of the time but uuuuuuuuh did u kno giant octopi are assholes who just punch random fish for fun )#ooc ;#(( but also pretty voice for the siren part ))

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yndrgrl · 9 months

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yandere! kiribaku are your gym crushes, & you're their obsession

long ass fic. polyamory. quirkless! au. established! kiribaku. switch! kiribaku

warning: nsfw, voyerism, kiribaku seggsy time, stalking, spit-roasting, double penetration, cockwarming

a/n: i hope y'all like big boyz (please request scenarios) also can someone tell me how to reply to comments or something... idk how to. also writing this took forever cuz it kept deleting parts frfr

let's be mutuals :) insta: thebufferfish

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kirishima was the first one to notice you out of the pair. you showed up at the gym an hour after him & bakugou arrived. something drew him to you, his eyes trailing you into the locker room.

you didn't wear anything "high fashion" per se, just what you felt confident in. boy, did it show. you walked back out with a certain aura around you-- sure, ready to work, & determined. whatever goal you had in mind for that training session, you were going to achieve it, kirishima could tell.

"oi! what are you looking at, shitty hair?" bakugou scowled as he arose from the bench, reracking the weight then followed his boyfriend's eyes. he saw your figure facing away from him. you were on the treadmill at walking speed. his breath hitched for a moment, but he blamed it on working out. he tried to rationalize that he hasn't even -technically- seen you, & you're probably just an extra in his movie anyways.

after your warmup, you went for a squat rack, where you would stay for a good portion of your workout. you started off with squats-- tried & true. you had big, bulky headphones on & your hair tied up out & away from your face.

bakugou & kirishima got a good look at your face through the reflection of the giant mirror that lined the walls. you loaded your weight for your warmup, & bakugou scoffed.

"what is that chick even doing?" he rolled his eyes to kirishima, turning his back on you. he swatted away any curiosity that he had for you.

he heard you rerack the weight, take off the clip, & slide off your warmup weight. he examined kirishima's usual happy expression turned into one of shock, approval, & a hint of arousal. bakugou would've been offended, jealous, cursing his boyfriend with every name under the sun due to this reaction.

"what is it now?" he groaned, turning his head back to face you. he was expecting maybe you flashed kirishima, maybe you somehow seduced him with siren power, but he wasn't expecting you, with a leather weightlifting belt strapped against your stomach, squatting way more than expected. if they were being honest, it almost looked inhuman, yet you had no indication that you were struggling.

kirishima breathed out, "you know, kats, she's actually kind of strong."

bakugou knew kirishima, of course he did. he knows all the little tendencies he does when he feels a certain way. when he's nervous, he has a smile that's stretched a little too wide; when he's angry, his normally-bright red eyes turn blood crimson-- almost black. that's why, when he saw his partner adjust his pants & bite his lip, he knew kirishima was undoubtedly attracted & turned on.

"is that all it takes to get you going?" bakugou barked at the redhead, angered, not because he was jealous, but because he was puzzled. truly puzzled. he was so content with the life that him & kirishima had, the routine they fell into. wake up together, get ready & eat breakfast together, have some morning fun, go to the gym, work, come home, have more fun, sleep. that was their life.

yet here comes you, a random stranger with the brute strength of hercules & the beauty of a goddess. you wrecked their unsaid routine.

"what are you talking about?" kirishima questioned when he tore his eyes away from you. he just watched you add more weight to your next set.

"are you that easy?"

"katsuki, you're one to talk," kirishima laughed, switching positions with his partner so he could begin his set of bench press. "i saw you look straight at her ass, & don't deny it 'cuz i watched your eyes."

"i don't know what you're talking about," katsuki growled. his boyfriend unloaded the weight, bringing the weight down to his chest then pushing it back up. even when struggling under a mass of metal, kirishima had a small smile on his face.

"yeah, you do," kirishima uttered out between his reps. "i can see your hard-on right now."

"shut up!" bakugou yelled. kirishima & bakugou's eyes darted towards you & met your semi-scared gaze in the mirror.

"katsuki," kirishima reracked his weights then sat up.

bakugou lowered his voice, saying, "listen, shitty hair, i'll admit that she got me a little bit hard, okay? but i'm not going to do anything about it, i'm loyal to you-"

"i want you to," kirishima laughed, cutting off his partner's endearing, aggressive rant.

"what?"

"i want you to do stuff to her," the redhead reiterated, "i want to do stuff to her. honestly we're both attracted to her, & i wouldn't mind sharing you if it's with someone like her."

"what if we get to know her?" kirishima suggested, sly smirk glued on his face. bakugou couldn't help but copy.

that night, after snooping through your gym bag when you went to the restroom, they found out your name was y/n l/n & your instagram username, thanks to your notifications.

over a quick dinner they made when they got home, they scrolled through your posts. they learned that you were nineteen, three years younger than them. they found what college you're studying at & what major you went into. more importantly, they found all the progress pictures, selfies, & outfit-of-the-day pictures.

whether it was posts themselves or past stories, they screenshot them all. every single one. the more they looked at you, the more they realized how good of a choice they're making by perusing you-- not that you knew that yet.

then they found the gold mine. you're a college girl trying to live it up while you're still young, that much they gathered. what they didn't expect was to see you & your friends (the important part is you though) in costume that bordered lingerie. the post's caption was, "baby rave!"

it felt sinful to see you in such a way. at the gym, you're pristine, well-mannered. in this post, however, you are a complete party girl with lights of different colors radiating, confetti in your hair, & an alcohol-induced flush on your face.

you wore a dark red bikini top that barely held your breasts. metallic chains draped around your body, all connected by a black pearl choker. your bottom matched the top, & you wore ripped-up fishnets underneath.

if bakugou & kirishima were there that night, they would've fucked all of your holes in the middle of the mosh pit.

grunts & sloppy slurps echoed off the walls of the room they shared. "ah, fuck, eijiro," bakugou groaned, his eyes shifting to the man sucking his cock to the pictures of you at a rave, letting your friends jokingly squeeze all over you. he wishes that was him & his boyfriend's hands all over you.

kirishima coughed, spit & pre-cum mixed sliding down bakugou's cock. "choke on that dick, babe," the blonde taunted. in response, kirishima shoved his head down onto his length then moaned. the vibrations sent shock waves through bakugou through the tip & into the rest of his body.

not long after, bakugou forced kirishima on his feet. he stood with him, both of their impressive sizes in his grasp, pressed against each other. he spat onto kirishima's girth, & already was kirishima jacking his hips forward for friction. "god, fuckin' do it already," demanded the redhead, biting his lip. bakugou stroked their cocks simultaneously as kirishima crashed his chapped lips against his.

soon, they were moaning into each other's mouths, eyes cracked open to see the picture of you propped now on the bedside lamp. "oh fuck, i need her so bad," bakugou admitted, & kirishima's heart leaped out of his throat. he could've won a marathon with how wide his panting smile was.

"tell me how bad you need her, kats~" kirishima said as he slipped out of his boyfriend's grasp & got behind the blonde. he reached around bakugou's waist, making him face the photo of you with your hands spreading your ass ever so slightly, only fishnets & a bikini bottom covering your most precious parts.

the bulky redhead, with his other hand, lined his tip with bakugou's hole. "i need her bouncing on my cock while she's choking on your massive fuckin' dick," bakugou responded, & he was rewarded with kirishima pushing past his entrance with his tip & him pumping faster.

"what else? that can't be the only thing," kirishima laughed. "i know how crazy you can actually be."

"'gonna ruin her so bad, she'll only need us. god, she's gonna become our cute, little house wife."

"oh yeah?" kirishima pushed his entire shaft into bakugou asshole, & they groaned together. bakugou leaned his body into the bigger man, shutting his eyes as kirishima pumped him hard, thrusting in & out of him.

"fuck yeah," said bakugou, "she's gonna -harder, bastard- she's gonna our fucktoy house wife, addicted to our cock. i'm gonna fill her up every night of the rest of her life, i swear to god."

they both looked back at your picture, your stunning body, every curve & every muscle & every stretch mark. they were obsessed, needy. "f-fuck, ei, i'm gonna cum," bakugou choked out, brows furrowed & concentrated on your photo.

"me t-too," kirishima said, thrusting harder into his boyfriend. thinking about you already felt good, so what would it feel like if you were actually here? they both wondered. great minds think alike, after all.

in kirishima's hand, bakugou's cock started to throb, jets of cum shooting out & onto your picture, all over the night stand. kirishima followed in suit; he pulled his cock out of bakugou's gaping hole & jerked himself off to you. "y-y/n," he moaned, releasing his cum all over you.

you didn't know any of this, you didn't know just how badly they wanted you, what they did to the mere thought of you. you were unaware of a lot of things, it seemed to them. you didn't know how perfect you were, always hiding your stomach by crossing your arms over it when you sat down. you didn't know how much you teased them when you swayed your hips.

& you didn't know how much you ruined their daily routine.

they found themselves less present at the well-oiled machine of a company they own; not that it mattered, they only go for a few hours every week just for check ups. they spend an ungodly amount of time at the gym, taking note what time you show up on certain days. they figured out your workout routine, what machines you like using, how often you refill your water bottle, what supplements you take.

you couldn't help but notice them as well-- not to the extent they notice you though.

they were eye-catching, everyone in the room would find themselves magnetized to their hulking selves.

bakugou was intimidating, wearing tank tops & loose fitting pump covers. he was at least six foot two, weighing in at 230 pounds of nothing but pure, raw muscle. he looked like he was born with a scowl on his face. unkept, wild ash-blonde hair, a small stubble growing in neatly.

kirishima was the opposite. he was approachable, a friendly giant. he was bigger than his counterpart, standing at a terrifying six foot six & weighing nearly 300 pounds. he was always found with a smile on his face-- happy to be there. he wore tight fitting, long sleeve shirts. small scars littered his hands & clean-kept face.

they shared one thing though, their demon red eyes, lasered in with focus & intent.

you noticed them & how ridiculously handsome they were. just from their appearances, they were just your type.

you moved into the city from a small town on a full-ride scholarship to the local university. you wanted to experience everything city life had to offer because everything was different. from the concerts to the markets to the men. no one would ever describe you as meek in most aspects of your life. in school, you were hard-working; in your career, you were ambitious! however, when it came to your love life, you were subtle.

other girls approached the two musclemen, chatting & giggling. you watched as the girls gave them their socials before leaving to finish their workout. you, on the other hand, would use a machine close to the one they were using. yup. that was it. that was your grand, big gesture of flirtation & seduction.

when you got lucky & they would look your way, you averted you eyes every time with a dark blush (that you blamed on your workout) as heat flashed through your body. you were only meant to watch from afar, you thought.

bakugou was the first to approach you. blunt as ever, too. it made kirishima want to die of embarrassment. "oi! you!" he called out, but you could barely hear his voice through your noise-canceling headphones. you pushed one side off of your ear, turning your head to see who he was talking to. it was you. "you new here?"

it's been two weeks since you started going to this particular gym, which means it's been two weeks since they've been trying to get your attention so you'd talk with them.

"oh, uh, yeah, i am," you told them as you slid off your headphones, letting them hang on your neck. the music buzzed quietly, you doubt they could hear the song. "j-just moved here." you cleared your throat. since when do i stutter, you mentally face-palmed.

"really? from where?" kirishima butted in. them standing in front of you, only a few feet away made you feel tiny.

you said the name of your town, & bakugou snorted, "i've never even heard of that place. sounds lame."

"compared to here, it is. there's nothing to do over there besides working out & hike," you said with a small smile. most people said that about your town so you never really took offense.

"how do you like it here?" kirishima asked.

you could gush about the city all day. you didn't want to bore them though. "i love it here! there's always something to do. the other day i went to my first rave, & there were more people there than people that live in my old town!"

kirishima laughed at your sudden excitement. they were both relieved that you weren't a raging bitch, that you had such a sweet, lovely personality. truly, beautiful inside & out.

in the city, it was so hard to find gems, yet, without even needing to look, they found you. that must mean that you were meant to be theirs, right?

"tch, you probably aren't that interesting, huh?" the ashen blonde spat, even though he was completely enamored by you.

it caught you by surprise. "you're one to talk, big guy. i've probably lived more life than you," you barked back, half-jokingly & half-warning.

with a staggered laugh & a glance at his amused/annoyed partner, kirishima said, "you got a bite on ya', i like that. please excuse him, he's intimidated by pretty ladies like you."

the people back in your old town always told you that city boys had no charm, that they weren't capable of actual romantic emotion, but this red-haired, toothy-grinned man is proving them all wrong. he was smooth with words, easing your mind.

"i'm eijiro, by the way," he said to you with his hand outstretched.

you secured your weights before taking his hand, to which he gently turned yours & placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles as you were introducing yourself. "i-i'm y/n."

anyone else would've been unbelievably jealous that their hunk of a boyfriend is -very clearly- flirting with another person, but bakugou honestly didn't care. in fact, he was giving eijiro a look that told him to keep going. bakugou knew that, out of the two of them, eijiro was more inviting.

you turned your attention away from eijiro. bakugou took this as a sign to introduce himself. "katsuki."

"katsuki," you repeated, holding out your hand to shake his. "got it, i'm y/n," you said in case he didn't hear you the first time.

the only ones who call him by his first name is his parents, his hunk of a boyfriend, & now, you.

eijiro & katsuki shot a look over you. "do it" eijiro could practically hear his partner demand. "so, y/n, have you been to any good restaurants?"

"there's a few i really like! i haven't seen any with my favorite food though," you said, & that made you remember that you were insanely hungry. as if on cue, your stomach grumbled in complaint. embarrassed, you tried to cough to cover up the fact you could eat a horse & then the whole barn.

eijiro shot you a smile. if he heard your stomach, he didn't say anything. instead, he offered, "what's your favorite food? i promise you that kats & i know a place."

you told them what your favorite food. they already knew though; you loved to post about it on your instagram highlights.

"no way, we were just about to head out to get some! you should come with," eijiro offered.

"i-i don't know," you said as you rubbed your arm. what if he's just being nice? what if he felt like he needed to invite you? those questions & then some circled your head.

"what don't you know, sweetheart?" eijiro questioned as he took your hand again, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "we're not scaring you, are we?"

"n-no! that's not it!" you quickly denied. you didn't mean to give them that impression-- even though you were slightly intimidated by them. however, you were more nervous than anything. your two gym crushes are, not only, in front of you, not only talking to you, but inviting you to a restaurant with them. in your delusions, you pretended that it was a two-way date, even though it was just a friend hangout for sure.

"then what is it, baby?"

"you can just say you don't wanna go," katsuki said, rolling his eyes.

of course you wanted to go! it was a dream to have an opportunity to get closer to the two. "i do wanna go!"

"okay, then what's stopping you?" katsuki scoffed.

you admitted sheepishly, "i kinda spent a lot the other day on groceries & things from amazon."

eijiro was silent at first, then started laughing. "you're cute," he sighed as he let your hand go.

"listen, he didn't ask if you had money. he asked if you wanted to come with us, dumbass," katsuki said with a smirk. eijiro & him, before approaching you, had a long talk about how he needed to be nicer, so his lips turning upward ever so slightly was his "nicer."

"kats," eijiro warned, narrowing his eyes at his partner. katsuki gave a shrug as a response.

"i mean," you began, their attention turning towards you, "if you say it like that, i couldn't miss out on some good food." like a weight being lifted off of eijiro's chest, he let out a deep sigh of relief.

after you finish your last set, you headed to the locker room to freshen up while they waited for you. you fixed your hair, applied more deodorant just in case, & change your shirt-- also just in case.

they led you out of the gym, katsuki slightly in front of you. though his rough exterior, you saw how he was trying to be gentlemanly by making sure you were following him to the car. eijiro, once the car was unlocked, opened the passenger-side door for you. "are you sure?" you questioned while he slid off your duffel bag from off your shoulder.

he replied back, "yeah, i sit up there all the time anyways. it's tons more comfortable in the back for me."

you reluctantly sat in the front seat. the redhead threw himself into the back, placing your bag on the ground beside his.

katsuki slid into the driver's seat with his gym bag in hand. the moment eijiro sat up properly, katsuki threw his bag at his face.

laughter bubbled from you as you gasped out, "that was so mean!"

"yeah, that's why i did it," katsuki replied, getting more giggles out of you. he was in cloud 9, & so was eijiro. katsuki let himself relax to your laughter, falling for your voice. it was ten million times better than his favorite song, & if he had to choose his top band of all time or your voice, he'd never listen to the band ever again. eijiro would allow himself to get hit in the face with katsuki's duffle bag a thousand more times to see that expression on your face. smile wide, mouth agape, as you laughed for him.

"jerk," eijiro muttered, slapping the driver's shoulder.

"whatever," katsuki replied as he backed up the car, "it made the pretty girl over here laugh, so i don't really care if i was being a jerk."

you blushed at katsuki's sudden compliment. eijiro also seemed surprised. "i didn't think you had it in you, kats," eijiro praised, you thought it was because eijiro was just being a supportive friend. the other two knew that it was because of something deeper, something they've worked through in their relationship.

"hey, i got an idea," eijiro started, changing the topic, but you still couldn't get over how flirtatious the two were being. "how about we order takeout from the place? it's pretty busy around this time, so it'll be a wait until we actually get to sit down & eat. is that okay with you, y/n?"

"uh, yeah! if that's what you guys want to do, i don't mind," you said. "where would we eat though?"

"we can go back to our place?" eijiro suggested.

"yeah, i'd be okay with that as long as the two of you are okay with me coming over?"

"we are, don't worry," eijiro said, fishing his phone out of his gym bag. "i'm gonna start ordering, okay?"

while he ordered online, you began talking with katsuki. "i didn't know the two of you were roommates."

"roommates? yeah, i guess we're something like that," katsuki replied. he placed his right hand on the gear stick; he tapped his finger to the beat of the song you decided to play after they practically forced the aux cord into your hand.

"well what else would you call the two of you?"

"no, roommates describe us pretty well," katsuki lied. in his head, it wasn't technically lying. they split the chores, the bills, the rent, just like real roommates do. they grocery shop, they clean, they take turns mowing the lawn & keeping their plants green. the only difference is that they suck each other's dicks & fuck each other in the ass... roommates for sure.

katsuki glanced in the rear view mirror & made eye contact with eijiro. the shark-toothed man rolled his eyes with a knowing smile then continued to pay for your guys' food. he asked you earlier on the way out of the gym what you wanted to order to save time since he already planned in head you were going home with them.

"so how long have you guys been friends?" you asked to fill the silence.

"we've been friends since freshman year of high school," eijiro told you. he wasn't ready to reveal his relationship & how he wanted you to be a part of it yet as he didn't know your stance on polyamory.

"that's a long time! i don't have any friends from high school honestly," you recalled, your town was pretty small after all so all the people were just clones of each other, & it freaked you out.

"yeah, we're pretty good friends. i know kats here inside & out~"

by the time you arrived at the restaurant, the food was done & packaged. "i'll go get it, be right back," eijiro announced before getting out of the vehicle. katsuki had enough curtsy to park in the nearest space closest to the entrance.

"i'll come with you to get the drinks," katsuki said, unbuckling his seat belt. "just stay here & be pretty, easy enough, right?"

"oh, o-okay, i guess," you replied. the keys stayed in the ignition, air conditioner pumping cool air throughout the car. you pulled out your phone, texting your college friends about what was going on.

outside, eijiro pulled katsuki close, whispering in his ear, "be nice or i'll make you."

katsuki pried his lover's hand off of his neck with a scoff. "i am being nice. look at her, she doesn't care."

"i swear to god, katsuki, you're gonna fuckin' pay if you scare her off," eijiro threatened through gritted teeth. he brushed his fingers on katsuki's semi-hard cock through his sweatpants. eijiro took a deep breath, & katsuki stared at him with an amused expression.

by the time you looked up, they were already headed back with a plastic bag full of food & specialty drinks they wanted you to try. you smiled at the two of them, unlocking the doors when they got to the car. you didn't see the interaction between the two of them moments before. maybe if you did, you'd put two & two together.

the drive to their apartment only lasted a song & a half. you were expecting to pull into a regular, slightly warn-down apartment complex with four floors of rooms. instead, they drove into the parking lot of a glass building, a skyscraper to you-- just another tower to city folk.

"woah," you said, though you didn't mean to. "what is this?"

"it's where we live," katsuki said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"but... how? it's so fancy," you gasped.

katsuki parked the car as eijiro chirped, "you haven't even seen our apartment."

to call it an apartment was an understatement. it was a penthouse that could fit your apartment three time & still have room left. it was luxury at its finest, if you do say so yourself. you couldn't fathom how this could be someone's "regular."

the statement wall was nothing but glass, sunlight spilling into the living room. the high ceiling -along with the two men who towered over you- made you feel miniature. the decor matched the house, yet it didn't match eijiro or katsuki. it was pristine, minimalistic. when you pictured a boys' apartment, you thought it would be messy with random decor that don't match. hell, your dorm room was messier than their entire penthouse! at least, from what you could tell.

as they took off their shoes, you followed in suit. eijiro took you by the hand, saying, "allow me to give you a tour, sweetheart."

"i-if you insist," you stuttered out; you weren't used to the physical contact, even though it's happened a few times already. he showed you to the kitchen, which had a beautiful backdrop that complimented the countertop. all their kitchenware matched because why wouldn't it? even their barstools matched!

the dining space was nothing but a glass table with black chairs. the centerpiece was a black-tinted, glass pitcher with fake locks of wheat inside of it. "pretty cool, isn't it?"

"so fancy, i'm kind of nervous honestly," you half-joked, half-told-the-truth. seriously, who were these two? how could they afford this at their age? you figured they were around your age, maybe a few years older than you. you've met people who are twenty years older than you who don't have living spaces as nice as eijiro's & katsuki's.

"what? why?" asked eijiro, who sounded slightly offended. he caught that you were joking, but he was curious what made them so intimidating.

"it's just you guys are so put-together. i've never met anyone like the two of you," you told him, & it was true. you've never seen anyone so well-built in all aspects of their life.

eijiro laughed as he ran his fingertips through his spikey hair. "trust me, we had to work our asses off for this place. all the furniture & stuff came with it, so we never changed it."

he started to guide you to the living room, showing off all of their consoles that sat on the tv stand shelves. "any game you wanna play, we got," katsuki said from the kitchen, sounding proud of their collection.

"it's true. we love video games," eijiro told you with that same, charming grin that gets your face red. the way he kept flashing the smile made you think he knew how flustered it got you. "let me show you the rooms. that's probably the only place we decorated on our own."

as he led you through the hallway to the bedrooms, you took note of the framed pictures hung on the wall. it was a mixture of photos of katsuki & eijiro on their own & them two together. "you guys must be close," you stated, pointing out the obvious.

"yeah, we're really close," he said back. "believe it or not, but he's softened up over the years. katsuki used to be so much meaner back in high school."

"that's neat that you guys basically grew up together. i never really had like, a best friend," you revealed. you don't know why you were telling him this, you felt like you could though. "i'm jealous of people who can make those connections honestly."

"i lucked out. it's pretty hard to make deep connections, like you said," eijiro agreed, opening the door to guest room/office. "you make it sound like you've never had a relationship."

"i mean, technically i have," you admitted-- you didn't want to seem lame or inexperienced in front of him after all. "just not a long term one. it's hard dating in a small town where everyone already dated everyone else. you'd think that it be like, ten times easier to date in the city, but it's not!"

eijiro listened to your tangent, adoring how riled up you're getting. he didn't want you to stop, it was such an intimate moment -to him- that the two of you were sharing, just the two of you. "oh yeah? tell me more."

"my parents were right, city boys are so much more... direct. they can barely hold a conversation with me in person & over text then they flash me their... you know, thing. i mean, i get being horny & all, but i don't think i'd ever show off like that to get some. it doesn't actually work though, does it?"

"no, unsolicited nudes ever work. guys on dating sites are usually super desperate. you've already figured that out, huh?" eijiro asked, masking his anger (because you went out on dates with other guys) with fake interest. he already knows most things about you. it's not hard to get into chat logs if you know the right people.

"oh, yeah i have. i wasn't interested in this guy after one date, so i cut it off with him, but he kept texting me for two weeks straight. saying stuff like how i was a gold-digger then he'd apologize, asking for another chance."

"sounds terrible," eijiro replied as he exited the room, you following close behind. he opened the only other bedroom door, telling you briefly that it was his-- he's not a liar, he's just not telling the full truth. he sat down on the bed & offered a spot next to him so you can comfortably tell him all the things men did to you.

"maybe you're looking in the wrong places," said eijiro, his voice dropping an octave lower. his face inched closer to yours, but you didn't notice as you continued your rant.

"it is terrible! another guy took me on a date to this really nice restaurant & he brought both of his parents & his little sister! said something about how we were going to get married because it was god's plan. it was actually really scary at the time. i give up on dating."

"i don't even know where to look! i mean, i guess the gym is a good place to find guys with goals like mine; they're usually misogynists or taken though. you & katsuki are the only ones i'd actually date though, but you guys are swimming in girls-" you cut yourself off once you realized what you just said so clearly. "i mean, i know you guys aren't interested, & it's weird to have two crushes-"

"calm down, sweetheart," eijiro interrupted, & you looked up at him. you almost jumped once you saw how close he actually was. the tips of your noses nearly touched, his left hand was propped behind your back against the bed, his fingers toying with the waist of your pants. his other hand rested on your upper thigh. "i just need to know before i say anything more. do you think i can handle me?"

you nodded, shrinking away from him. could he hear how your heart pounded against your rib cage? your heartbeat rang in your ears as it muffled whatever he was saying. your voice was caught in your throat; you knew if you tried to talk, you'd just squeak.

"do you think you can handle katsuki?"

you nodded again.

"how do you feel about both of us? can you handle both of us?" his hand traveled up your body to cup your chin. all you could do was nod. you've never really thought about two men at once before until now. "use your words, y/n."

"i-i could d-date both of you," you said out of innocences. you didn't want him to know about all the dirty thoughts swimming through your head.

"ah-ah-ah~" he tsked. "i asked if you could handle us both because if you say yes, i promise you that you'll be more than just a date to us. you'll be our pretty, little girlfriend. so i'm going to ask you again; could you handle both of us?" you let your eyes wander for just a second. you saw katsuki leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on his face. his hand readjusted his member, but it only brought attention to how it tented against his pants. you gulped.

"y-yes i can, i-i can h-handle both of you," you said, intrigued, curious. you could barely spit out that sentence before eijiro crashed his lips against yours. you let out a muffled squeak, & he took that as an invitation to let his tongue roam into your mouth.

a string of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled away from you. he turned to katsuki with a lusted expression with half-lidded eyes & a toothy grin. "you hear that, babe? she wants to be with us."

babe? you thought. babe is what you call a girlfriend... or a boyfriend. they watched as you finally realized why the two of them lived together, why the photos on the wall were them doing more-than-friend poses, why there wasn't another room for katsuki. "th-the two of you are, um, a-a thing?"

"took ya' long enough," katsuki taunted, sauntering towards the two of you. he grabbed eijiro by the throat, pulling him into a rough, passionate kiss. he threw his red-headed partner off of him as fast as he kissed him. he placed his hand behind your head, colliding your lips together.

once the two of you disconnected from each other, you tried to defend yourself. "i-i'm sorry! i r-really didn't know y-you two were dating!"

"yeah, we know," eijiro laughed, his hand roaming back down to your leg. "it doesn't matter though. you're worth sharing, you know that, sweetheart? you're so utterly beautiful that we couldn't help but fall for you. can you blame us?"

"you're just our type. motivated, real. you're just so fuckin' sexy," katsuki confessed. he sat down on the other side of you. he dragged you into another rough kiss, & eijiro latched his lips onto your neck. both of their hands began to touch you all over. eijiro's hand found itsway in between your legs, & you grinded against his thick fingers. katsuki's was under your shirt, under your bra, squeezing your flesh.

eijiro whispered in your ear as you made out with katsuki, "you want this, don't you? you really want us."

you moaned into katsuki's mouth as a "yes." your panties were stained with your slick at this point. your pussy throbbed in need, how much you needed them inside you. eijiro nipped at your neck again, marking you in hickeys & love bites. you threw your nervousness to the side as leaned against their arms. both of your hands started rubbing against their bulges. you pulled away katsuki, gently shoving him away. "y-you guys a-actually want me as a, you know, girlfriend?"

"we do, pretty girl. we want to be the only ones to love you, to need you. we're going to be the only ones you ever crave," eijiro purred into you ear as katsuki threw off his shirt. "tell me everything you're worried about so i can ease your mind~"

"a-are you sure you want me?" you uttered with a reddened face. this was nothing like you've ever experienced before.

katsuki butted in, "we fuckin' need you, idiot. how clear do i need to be." he grasped you by the throat, making it harder for you to breath. "i need you."

"i need you, too, sweetheart," eijiro whispered against your neck, which was littered with red marks. you didn't even realize that he stripped down to nothing but his grey boxers. out of his waistband poked his leaking tip, oozing precum for you. "say what you want from us~"

"i-i need you too! i need both of you!" you squeaked out, though you were nervous for what the future might hold, you wanted to experience this, them, to the fullest.

"good answer," growled katsuki, slipping off his sweatpants. "now strip. you can't be the only one hiding yourself."

you did as you were told in an instant. you threw off your shirt, &, with the help of eijiro, you took off your pants. as you stripped, eijiro pulled katsuki in for a victory, sloppy kiss. their tongues fought for dominance. you couldn't help but get more aroused as you watched the two & their passion.

to return the favor, you start peppering kisses on eijiro's neck. his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his mass by grabbing the meat of your ass. you butterfly kisses turned into desperate bites to mark him. you sucked on his most sensitive spot; he moaned into katsuki's mouth, his eyes fluttering open just to roll in the back of his head. katsuki invaded his mouth with his tongue, making eijiro choke on their mixed spit & his thick muscle.

katsuki, though his eyes were shut, pulled his boxers down & stroked his length. every up-stroke caused more precum to bead out of his tip. it dripped down his shaft, being used as lube while he played with himself. katsuki was an impatient man, though. his own hand can't keep him satisfied for long. the hand that was tugging at his dick shot into your hair. he grasped a fist full of your locks, & he forced your face against his cock. all while he made eijiro's mind numb with nothing but his tongue.

you opened your mouth. one moment you took a deep breath, the next you were choking on katsuki's heavy dick. your eyes watered as he forced himself down your throat. you felt your throat bulge, you felt yourself gag, & there was nothing you could do but choke & cry.

the ashen blonde finally pulled away from eijiro, his other hand on the other side of your head while he thrusted in & out of your mouth. "kats, baby, don't be too rough with her~" eijiro told him, but he knew katsuki wouldn't listen. in fact, he knew he would do the opposite, & that's just what he wanted.

in retaliation, katsuki thrusted deeper down your throat. your hands pressed against his hips to try & stop & catch your breath. instead, he let go of your hair & grasped both your wrists & yanked them behind himself as they straightened. you were forced to take all 9 inches down your throat. drool dripped down your chin.

eijiro unclipped your bra from behind, & he sat you on his lap. his cock stood squished between your thighs. he bucked his hips forward, & your panties began to shape to your pussy lips. the cloth rubbed against your clit, a moan bubbled from your throat, but it was muffled thanks to katsuki's prick thrusting in & out of you mouth. "you said you can take us, prove it," hissed katsuki, glaring down at you while he fucked your pretty, little mouth.

eijiro slipped off you panties, strands of your wetness snapping away the further he pulled them down. katsuki finally shoved your face off his spit-coated dick. eijiro say you against the headboard so you were sitting. he was on his hands & knees in front of you.

katsuki was behind eijiro, a loud spank jolted the redhead forward. with your spit & katsuki's precum as lube, he thrusted into eijiro's asspussy. you watched as eijiro's eyes widened & his mouth hung open. "a-ah, fuck, kats," he moaned out as he abused his hole. eijiro locked gazes with you, then gave you that same, charming smile. through the slapping thrusts that filled the room, he asked, "does this get you excited, hm? you like watching us?"

you were speechless, so turned on beyond belief. all you could do was nod.

"you're so c-cute, y-y/n," he whimpered, his fingers finding your pussy. you spread your legs wider, & your juices gushed out. he inserted two fingers, it was already thicker than you've ever handled. he pressed his mouth to your tit, flicking your nipple with his tongue. you squealed as you stared into katsuki's eyes. his narrowed eyes stayed trained on you while his cock was buried in his boyfriend's ass.

you cheeks were still tear stained, your eyes red from pleasure. eijiro inserted a third finger. a hand, your hand, shot up to cover your screams of pleasure. katsuki pulled out of eijiro. he went to their shared bed stand & used a clean towel to wipe his dick.

eijiro, with no effort, carried you on to his lap as he fell to his hip so he was sitting down. he brought your knees to you ears. katsuki sat in front of you on a chair that was beside their full-length mirror. you could see everything; you could see eijiro's cocky expression, how wet your pussy was, how excited katsuki stroked his cock. "ready to prove you can handle me, sweetheart?"

"y-yes, eijiro!" you shouted, mind clouded with lust. "please fuck my pussy!"

following your command, he thrusted his entire girth into your weeping hole. you screamed in pain & pleasure, more juices leaking onto his lap. "y-you're so fuckin' big," you moaned out. he hasn't even thrusted yet, & you already saw stars. after a moment, he moved his hips. your tits bounced with ever thrust.

in the mirror, you saw how your stomach bulged when eijiro was balls deep inside you & how it would disappear when he pulled out, only to reappear when he slammed himself inside you. his thrusts were slow, but not gentle-- unlike katsuki's. "eijiro," katsuki said, getting bored of his hand. "my turn."

eijiro rolled his eyes, but he released your legs & lifted you off of him. "bend over, sweetheart. he loves your ass," eijiro told you, & you listened. katsuki stood up as you bent down in front of him, using your hands to spread your ass & pussy lips apart.

"god, you're too fuckin' short," katsuki growled. all of a sudden, your feet were off the ground as you were still bent over. eijiro grabbed onto your flailing hands. as a thank you, you shoved his slick-covered dick down your throat. katsuki wasted no time & fucked your pussy while you were airborne. his hands carried you by your hips. he used you like you were toy, pounding your cervix with his angry tip. eijiro didn't even have to move with how much katsuki manhandled you.

you were trying to scream as katsuki picked up the pace, but all that came out was spit & gags. "you're gonna break her," mused eijiro, feeling your arms go limp. you accepted that they were in complete control, & that there was nothing you could do about it.

katsuki didn't respond. instead, he groaned between thrusts, "take. this. slut. you're. such. a. fuckin'. tease." his deep, long strokes turned shallow & spastic. shots of hot, white cum coated every inch of your pussy. it swelled in your womb; you felt katsuki's cock twitch as your pussy milked every drip. you came with him, your juices squirting onto the ground, rolling down your leg.

with a few more thrusts, eijiro flooded your throat with his cum. his salty, bitter jets dribbled out of the corner of your mouth. katsuki set you down & pulled out, & eijiro followed. their cum leaked out of your holes onto the floor, & you collapsed on the floor. eijiro held you up by your arms.

"we're not done with you," he snickered as he carried you onto the bed. katsuki, who was already laying on the bed, had you lay on top of him. he held your legs open while his tip ghosted over your asshole. eijiro was in between your legs, straddling katsuki's. he readied himself at your entrance. he bent down to kiss katsuki, then you.

he & katsuki simultaneously shoved themselves into your throbbing holes. you let out a scream. you convulsed, legs shaking while you came all over them. through your release, they picked up the pace. when one was out of you, the other was buried inside you. because of your orgasm, you were more sensitive than usual. "i-it's too m-mu-much!" you cried while you came again.

"aw~ is my baby getting over stimulated?" eijiro cooed, yet his pace was still as harsh as ever. having both of them inside you made you feel so full. you could feel how much more length katsuki had, but eijiro had more girth.

"that's a shame," katsuki snickered. his hand found it's way in between your legs from behind. using his middle finger, he started rub your clit.

"s-stop! i-i'm go-go-"

"let it all out," was the last thing you heard before everything went white. all you felt was pleasure, they pumped in & out of you.

"m-more, more, more," you mindlessly moaned with every thrust. they gave you more, just to see your face every time you came. you don't know how many times they came inside you, it was all just a blur.

you loved how full they made you. your throat was scratchy because of their cocks, because of how much you screamed your name. you were covered in hand prints, hickeys, love bites, & their cum.

you don't know when you switched positions, but now the three of you were on your sides. katsuki was buried deep inside your pussy once again, releasing his seed deep inside of you. eijiro coated your ass in cum before inserting himself back inside your asshole.

they finally stopped moving. they were still buried in your tight, sore holes. you were sandwiched between them, connected to them. "go to sleep, good girl," katsuki praised, kissing your forehead. eijiro kissed your shoulder, then the two of them shared a kiss. your eyelids immediately shut. that's when you learned that you loved feeling full when you slept.

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🌊A Sirens song🌊 (Pt 6)

The beast spoke calmly, "So tell me, how do I know you're not just lying to me? How do I know all your words weren't just fabrications?"

Annoras breathe hitched, heart nearly stopping.

Annora had known that the beast, although horrible, was an intelligent creature. In preparation for this, she had already prepared the most convincing words she could think of. Yet, despite her highly detailed plan, she was struck by the storm of raw terror.

If she failed to convince him and the captain ignored her request, the slaughtering would continue without hindrance. Innocent lives would continue to be lost, and this chance that she had to stop it would never return.

The clawing, writhing anxiety Annora was feeling was suffocating. It felt like the walls of her throat were closing, drowning her in fear.

She needed to recollect herself before she spiraled.

Trembling, she forced air through her throat, subtly pressing her fingernails to the base of her neck.

Her fingers curled into the tender flesh, and the pain, although sharp, reeled her back in.

Focus, Annora, focus.

She spoke as confidently as she could,

"Y-You don't have to believe me right now- but your stomach will when it's empty."

The creature's eyebrows lifted ever so slightly; whether he felt surprised or amused was lost on Annora.

Instead of his expected witty retort, the monster fell silent, seemingly considering her words.

Suddenly her bluff felt so much more fragile. Annora's breaths came out in shallow strangles, barely able to keep herself from succumbing to the stress.

Lying was far more demanding than Annora had anticipated it would be.

Just speaking to the siren was strenuous, so of course, lying would be even more grueling.

But it being this physically taxing hadn't even crossed her mind.

Maybe if she could have gotten confirmation from captain Ace, she would have been able to feel more confident about where she stood. But the captain's inability to reply to her within the time she had before sunset meant she had to journey out without confirmation. Only able to pray that he had received her request and had accepted it.

"Fine."

His calm voice jolted Annora out of her thoughts.

Her gaze shot back down to the siren, hardly able to believe her own ears.

"I will comply with your proposition...for now,"

The siren's lips pulled into a smirk, sharp teeth shining against the sunlight.

"Though I do hope you realize I'm a rather big eater...you're gonna need to bring a lot of...whatever it is you plan to feed me,"

Annora gulped. She was all too aware of the daunting task she was taking on, but it was a task she couldn't refuse.

Annora gave the siren a curt nod as she anxiously grasped at her cloak, bunching the fabric up in her tiny fist.

"The-then we're in agreement..."

She choked the words out.

The siren chuckled darkly, licking his lips.

"Say, don't you humans like to shake hands whenever you form an agreement like this~? Why don't you come on down here and shake my hand...?"

He held his hand out of the water, wiggling his massive clawed pinky finger as he smirked.

The idea alone nearly made Annora's knees buckle.

Like hell, she would go down there-!!

Annora replied as curtly as she could.

"I will be returning tomorrow at the same time."

With that simple response, Annora picked up her aching leg and spun around. Her cloak flared out behind her as she hastily walked away.

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Venti's smirk grew as the tiny human ran away; the fear of his prey was tremendously entertaining.

He could tell she had been bluffing, to some extent at least. But he figured that a free meal was a free meal, and if she didn't provide well, he could just go hunting like usual.

Also...above all else, he would have access to the most delectable-smelling human he had ever met.

Although he knew she was far too cautious about approaching him right now, after some time and after some of his moving words, he was sure he could "befriend" the little meal.

Then he would get to have her all to himself...

Sure, it was a lot of work, but he had a feeling the taste of her blood would all be worth it.

Ah, he was gonna start drooling if he continued to think about it.

He sunk back into the salty depths, wondering what flowery words he could use as he descended.

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Annora shoved stray branches out of the way, blindly barreling her way through the forest.

She hadn't even realized she was in the safe zone until she nearly rammed straight into a sturdy trunk. The moment she realized she was within the protection of the forest, her composure shattered.

Her knees buckled, sending her body crashing into the dirt. She barely managed to catch herself with her hands before she bloodied her nose, palms scraping against pebbles and soil.

Her mouth gaped as she heaved labored breath after breath, eyes wide with terror as she processed what she had just done.

She had just made a deal with death himself.

Annora slapped a shaking hand to her mouth, nausea overtaking her.

A few minutes of dry heaving later, Annora sat up from her kneeling position, wiping spit from her mouth.

She tilted her head back, staring at the forest's ceiling.

She had doomed herself. There was no light way of putting it.

All those years, struggling to stay alive, fighting and working so hard to keep her precious life, had been leading up to this ending...

She hiccuped, tears bubbling up in the corners of her eyes.

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Annora blankly stared at the wooden counter, her pale hand trembling ever so slightly as it clutched onto a dirtied rag.

She was supposed to be wiping away spilled wine, but she just stood frozen.

All the preparations had been made...and it was a miracle.

The previous night was a messy blur of exhausting, strenuous work.

She had pulled an all-nighter to prepare the food for today, pouring herself into calculations and scientific mumbo jumbo. Hours upon hours of work had gone into creating the sirens meal, and then even more hours went into carefully filling said meal with a very special concoction.

She was utterly wiped, but she still had to work.

She always needed Mora, especially now since she had given all she could to that captain.

"Ehm-"

Annora jumped at the sudden gruff voice, frayed nerves and exhausted state making her all the jumpier.

She quickly dropped the rag, plastering on her best smile as she looked upwards.

"Yes sir-?"

She gasped.

Captain Ace, the man she had been unable to meet the day prior, stood there.

He had a gentle smile on his chapped lips and a familiar-looking bag in his large hand.

He dropped the brown pouch onto the bar counter, mora coins clinking within the fabric.

"Here's ye tip, thanks for always being such a hard-working lass...though it probably wouldn't hurt to work a little less,"

He gave Annora a knowing look, smiling kindly all the while.

Annora didn't know how to respond. Was she possibly dreaming?

She blinked a few times, wondering if she should pinch herself as she placed a hand on the pouch.

"You...but my request-"

"Don' worry lassie, I don' need money to adjust me schedule; day hours be better for the crew anyways."

Annora's eyes watered, her hand shaking as her fingers curled into the bag's cloth.

"You..."

"Ye know, ye have done a lot already, young one...ye don need to do more,"

Annora looked up at the pirate.

She had never noticed how kind his blue eyes looked before.

She very carefully tugged the bag of mora off the counter, pressing it to her chest.

She wanted to listen to the old man; she truly did.

But the preparations had already been made, and if things went according to plan, this would be the last trip she would need to take.

"...I have to finish my shift, but I promise I'll take a break once it's over."

Annora forced a smile.

Ace's smile faltered. He looked like he wanted to say something more but didn't have the right words.

Eventually, he just nodded, giving Annora a gentle smile before walking away from the counter.

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Venti may or may not have slept beside the mountain base so he could meet the delectable human as soon as she arrived.

Maybe the shallows weren't the best place to sleep, but he was so curious about whatever she brought that he just couldn't help but want to be there immediately.

He grinned softly as he pictured it.

There were so many things she could bring; the options were nearly endless...she better not disappoint him.

Venti brought his hand to his face, flexing his claws.

Sharp and deadly, perfect for hunting.

His pointed nails may be laid off their duties if the meal is satisfactory enough.

A part of him was disappointed at the idea. Hunting and then destroying humans was such a fun activity.

Another part, though, a far lazier part, was elated at the idea of his meal literally being served to him.

He heard a splash, and the noise quickly pulled Venti's attention away from his nails.

He looked up, turquoise pupils narrowing in on a slowly descending rock.

Venti's lax expression pulled into a smirk.

His meals had arrived.

Seconds later, Venti's head broke the water's surface, salty water dripping down his cheeks.

He looked up at the mountain's edge, and his smirk widened. There she was.

The breeze carried her intoxicating scent, and he sighed happily.

"Well, hello there~."

Venti greeted the human with a happy hum.

Oh, how excited he was!

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Ok listen I know they both just wanna delete from world eachother rn rn BUT I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER EVENTUALLY JUST-

Anyways sorry about this one taking so long, school has been utterly wrecking me.

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Anthropophobia

Part 2

Ao3

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Every human knew the tales and legends of the mighty beasts that roamed the oceans, luring sailors closer and then murdering them in a violent rage.

Anthropophobia- the fear of humans.

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Remus stared down at Tiny, hand still extended toward Creepy. Did Tiny just… speak? He retracted his hand slightly, eyes wide

“What?” He asked, studying Tiny as though it was entirely new creature

It looked him in the eyes, gesturing to his hand, which was still pretty close to Creepy

“Stop,” it said, strangely accented and slightly off pronunciation, but still a word nonetheless

Remus took a long moment to process the situation, but did retract his hand, brain working so hard that he couldn’t even think. He looked at it, since when could it speak? It didn’t change in posture as it stared him down, but after a few moments, it broke the gaze away and walked towards Creepy. Remus thought about what this meant

Maybe humans were just good at mimicking? That didn’t seem right. He stared down at it, before turning and leaving fast enough that his tail made a big enough splash to knock a rock off of its high shelf. Oops. He swam as fast as possible towards Roman’s cave

Roman didn’t believe him, which was intensely frustrating because his pets were speaking , and he needed someone else to see this as well

“Please, I’ll never prank you again if you follow me,” he said, lying. Roman did concede, eventually, and they swam back towards Remus’s cave

“I don’t get why you have to show me , this sounds really creepy” he said at the opening of the tunnel

Remus just shoved him forward into it, and followed him. The humans were hiding again and Remus drew them out by singing. Roman was evidently trying to stop himself from shrieking, going by the strange squeak he made.

Remus got closer to the enclosure, grinning

“Speak again!” He said excitedly, but Tiny just looked between him and Roman and took a few steps back. Creepy had already gone back into hiding

“No,” it said, and Roman screamed behind him. Remus turned to look at Roman, and found his eyes focused solely on Tiny. The scream was still going on. He turned back to Tiny

“Stop,” it said “No scream,” It’s voice was strained and it was fidgety

It was shaking, more than usual.

It was covering its ears and Remus suddenly thought about how loud everything would sound to something so small. He felt kinda bad for it. He swam towards Roman and covered his brother’s mouth

“The humans don’t like it when you scream, shut up”

Roman glared at him and bit his hand

“Well, they shouldn’t be speaking, it’s unnerving, and it doesn’t make sense! Why would they start speaking now?” Roman’s voice had done the hilarious thing it did when he was scared, where it went strangely high pitched. The questions he was raising did in fact make more sense than humans talking, though.

He looked at the humans’ enclosure, finding both of them watching them. Remus found that odd; Creepy was usually hidden, especially when Roman was in the cave.

Both humans were making noise, not talking per se (unless their strange little noises were talking?) but they seemed pretty reactive to each other. Was this how they acted when they were hiding together? It was rare to see both out at the same time, one usually bringing the food to the other.

Remus was used to seeing the tiny faces wide eyed and shaking. Seeing them look so different was strange. He wondered what sort of things humans would talk about.

Only Tiny had actually spoken so far, and it didn’t seem to be very fluent, given it had only actually said three words. He wondered how much it understood. Maybe it was learning the language from him speaking? Remus found this whole situation very unsettling in the best way

To him, this was the strangest and best thing to ever happen. He carried on talking to Roman, explaining how this wasn’t the end of the world, and was in fact the coolest thing to ever happen to anyone ever. He splashed happily.

Roman smiled half-heartedly at Remus’s expression.

“Okay, well you enjoy, uh, this ,” he said, eying the enclosure with thinly veiled fear and apprehension, before continuing “ I am going home before I die of shock”

Remus pouted slightly, but turned his attention back to his humans. The closer he got, the less noise they made.

He leaned down to be near eye level with them, grinning as he rested his chin on the rock shelf that housed the enclosure. He watched both of them.

No one spoke for a while, but Remus was still very excited. His humans could speak ! He yawned, but didn’t go down to the water to sleep. His humans were much more interesting!

It was about an hour later that he conceded to his tired brain

“Alright little guys, I’m gonna go now” he gestured vaguely to the water

Tiny’s face snapped towards him

“Go?” It parroted questioningly, tilting its head

Remus thought for a moment

“Yeah, go, like leaving, like away” he tried to explain, gesturing to the exit. Tiny bobbed its head up and down, making some kind of noise to Creepy, who seemed to have a big reaction to whatever was said.

Tiny gestured to itself and Creepy, and parroted the word again, pointing towards the cave exit.

What…? Oh! They were asking if they could go?

“You want to go?” He asked, and found that both humans were nodding rapidly. He thought for a second

He didn’t think it would be a good idea to let them go. Where would they even go? He didn’t think releasing them back to the wild would be good after they’d gotten used to Remus doing things for them. Besides, if he released them, it might just mean they’d get found by a different siren who would kill them without warning. After the visual of their blood and guts splattered across a rock entered his brain, he had made up his mind

“Sorry, little guys, but I think it’s better for you if you stay here. No go, sorry,” he shook his head, and yawned again.

He ducked under the waves for sleep and thought about his day. Everything was so strange. He briefly wondered if it was a dream, but looked at the bite-marks on his hand from Roman, and grinned. This was so cool!

He didn’t even bother going to get his daily sunlight in the morning, he just went up to greet his little humans. They were hiding again, but if Remus really really looked, he could make out the shadows behind a bush

He gently tapped on the barrier, and watched as they slowly emerged. He was practically bouncing, his tail swishing so fast in the water that he could barely tell there was movement if not for the splashing

Tiny was looking up at him as he once again rested his chin on the shelf

“Hi there, little guys” he whispered, suddenly remembering their reactions to the loud sounds. How loud was he to them?

The little guys disappointingly did not speak in greeting. Remus watched them for a few moments before getting bored. He needed to get food for them, anyway

“Bye, little guys, I’m gonna go get food!” He turned towards the exit, but his fins perked up in interest as one of them, presumably Tiny, spoke

“No, stop,” it said

Remus turned back around

It was looking at him with some kind of emotion on its small face, Creepy seemingly trying to hide behind it, hilariously failing as it was a whole head and shoulders taller than Tiny.

Tiny once again gestured to itself and to Creepy, asking the same thing as it did the night before. Remus frowned

“I’ve already said no,” why were they so eager to go? He was giving them a lot here

Tiny stomped its tiny foot, making more of the maybe talking noises to Creepy, before turning its attention back to Remus.

“No! No ‘no’. Little guys go,” it was saying, crossing its arms again. It was a stubborn little thing, evidently. Remus once again thought about the possibilities of what might happen to the little guys if he brought them back to land

What if they starved to death because they were so used to Remus bringing them food that they forgot how to hunt for themselves? What if a different siren found them and squished them? What if they were attacked by predators?

He frowned and shook his head.

“Sorry, but I still say no. Why do you even want to go?” He asked as it turned away from him. It stayed silent. Remus realised that it probably didn’t have the right words to say.

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Logan was annoyed. Of course he was; at least before, they could say that the captivity was the result of ignorance in regards to their wants and needs, but now?

He had very clearly stated his desire to leave, and Green shot down the idea. Logan didn’t understand most of the sentences that were said to him, but he got the message from most.

Virgil was stood behind him as he spoke to Green as best as he could

He gestured to himself and Virgil and looked Green in the eyes

“Go?” He asked, grimacing slightly at the grammatical errors he was making due to the language barrier. Green looked at them both, and answered

Logan frowned angrily, stomping his foot in emphasis, before turning to look at Virgil and relay the answer, before turning back around to argue with the giant siren.

It seemed surprised at the fact he was arguing, but after about a minute of mostly silence, it replied, once again refusing to let them go. Logan clenched his fist, turning around. Maybe he should try biting the siren the next time it brought its hand into the prison. Virgil had claimed it to be strangely therapeutic as a way to display negative emotions to the siren

He muttered mutinously to himself. He hated this. He wanted to correctly say exactly what he thought, but he couldn’t. He could say less than ten words (though repeating words straight away was admittedly a lot easier than trying to remember them and practising with Virgil)

He hated how it made him feel. He hated how much the siren talked down to them, he hated not knowing how to express his thoughts. He sat in the corner and watched Green out of the corner of his eye. Virgil had sat down next to him

They were both silent. Green left the cave, and they turned to each other

“Lo? You doin’ okay?” Virgil asked, voice full of concern. Logan rested his chin on his knees, but nodded nonetheless

Logan knew he wasn’t being too convincing, but his emotions were hard, they were complicated. He couldn’t explain them.

Virgil had been very quiet since the first attempt had failed at getting it to let them go, Logan noted.

“Are you okay?” He asked instead, watching Virgil just stare straight ahead for about a minute

“You know what the worst part of this is to me? For a moment, I had hope that it would listen, and that we’d get to go home. I don’t even know what would happen if it did listen, I have no home to go back to. But I was so happy that we might’ve had a chance to leave, that we might see the sun again, that you might go home, but I guess we’re stuck here forever” Virgil’s voice was full of bitter resentment

Logan made up his mind. He was going to keep trying. Maybe he just needed more words. He looked out of the glass and towards the exit. Green still wasn’t back

Virgil had never mentioned his life before the siren, but Logan had never pressed. He wondered what would qualify as there being no home left. He just sat in silence and watched the water ripple as something swam through it. Green was back. He looked away and grabbed one of Virgil’s fidgeting hands.

“We are going to get out of this. I won’t take no for an answer” he stated, no matter of a question in his voice. He watched the giant hand leave food in the prison and watched its eyes look around searchingly. It always seemed to have a hard time seeing them when they were hiding

He looked away. He needed to collect his thoughts, think about the best way to do this. Just asking to leave clearly yielded no results, so it stood to reason that he needed to explain why . He just didn’t have the words.

He didn’t think he had ever been this frustrated with anything before. He didn’t know what to do, and he hated not knowing things on a good day. This was not a good day. The last good day was months ago. This was a very bad day.

Green started tapping on the glass and Logan and Virgil shared an exhausted look

“We might as well get into the open before it starts singing ” Virgil decided bitterly, and Logan had to say he agreed. The feeling of having all free will stripped from you and suddenly waking up somewhere else with only the faintest memory of what happened was not pleasant.

They journeyed out of the shrubbery and into Green’s line of sight, neither happy at the movement, but having decided that they’d rather do it themselves than give up their free will just to yield the same result.

Green was grinning, almost every single tooth on display in a way that made Logan’s brain think predator. He was used to the display of sharpness enough that he no longer flinched. Green said something that Logan took a moment to mentally translate, before he responded

It was saying something about the food, he was pretty sure. Logan made sure by parroting the word he was fairly certain meant food, and waiting for clarification. It did clarify by pointing at the pile of food and repeating the word

Logan nodded to himself, slowly building his vocabulary.

He ate some food and tried to think more about how to get the message across that they would much much rather be anywhere but in the cave. Virgil was sat firmly to the side of him, looking everywhere but Green. Logan gently grasped his hand and grounded him into reality.

Green was silent for a small moment, before looking down at him. It gestured to itself and said a word that Logan hadn’t heard before. A name? Logan repeated it curiously and found the siren excited at that. Definitely a name, then.

Green- no, Remus - looked at him. Logan mimicked the gesture to himself and stated his own name, watching Remus’s reaction intently. It repeated the name gleefully, over and over again, splashing loudly. Logan rolled his eyes, annoyed.

It turned to look at Virgil expectantly. He could hear the shaky breath from his friend, and looked over at him

“You don’t have to say anything, you know” he stated, trying to prevent the oncoming panic attack from happening

“No, no, it’s- it’s fine ,” Virgil waved him off, before gesturing to himself and stating his own name, which Remus once again repeated gleefully, with more splashing. Logan flinched as a large amount of water hit the glass.

Remus swam out of the cave quickly, still grinning.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t lead the Red siren here again” Logan stated dryly, making Virgil laugh

“Let’s hope so,” he agreed, a strained smile on his face. Logan and Virgil went back to the hiding place and looked out at the cave again. Everything was wrong.

Logan should’ve been at home, at his desk, writing something important, not sat here trying to learn a language to talk to something that probably wouldn’t listen to him. He glared out at the stone walls. Virgil set a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay. Like you said, we’re gonna get out of here soon” Virgil didn’t sound like he believed his own words. Logan wasn’t sure if he did either.

When he saw Remus return, it was without the Red siren. Logan was glad. He was in no mood to listen to the horrible screeching that accompanied it. Some days he was able to tolerate it, stay hidden and hope for the best, but on days like today, he would simply be unable to think. He would forget for hours what was happening.

It had happened before.

Now, he heard the beginnings of a song, only slightly muffled by the glass. He covered his ears. He had been trying to avoid responding to the songs recently, but it only ever worked for a second or two before his body became a puppet for the sirens will

He stood up, hands falling from his ears and hanging limply by his sides as he followed the sound. It felt so much stronger this time, he noticed, as he became somewhat more aware. Concerningly, Virgil was not next to him, but still in the bush. He stared up at Remus with his heart beating strangely. The song had stopped.

He still felt like he wanted to get closer. He was still feeling the effects. He wasn’t close enough. His thoughts were spiralling, some repeating the effect of the song, that he needed to get closer, others trying to snap himself out of it.

He covered his ears again, movements feeling restrained, like trying to move someone else’s arms while they were tense. The effects were repeated again. He heard movement behind him, and felt a hand on his back

“Logan? Logan, are you okay? Logan, can you hear me?” Virgil’s voice was frantic, and Logan realised that he had fallen to his knees at some point. He couldn’t respond.

Something was wrong . Something was really wrong. He shuddered. There was a tapping on the glass. Logan had to get closer.

The hand on his back pulled away sharply and he watched as Virgil stood in front of him, shouting something at Remus, that Logan’s occupied mind could not process. He could feel the haze on his mind slipping, but far too slowly.

He needed to find that voice. Even if it killed him. He needed to find the source of the pull. The other part of his brain was reminding him that he already knew, that he didn’t actually want to get closer. But he forgot that every few seconds as the song repeated in his mind, pulsing like a slow heartbeat.

His hands were on his ears. Why were his hands on his ears? He wanted to get closer to the song, didn’t he?

After what might’ve been a few minutes, might’ve been longer, he was back to normal, though he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Virgil had returned to his side at some point (when had he left?)

“Logan, are you okay?”

Logan nodded soundlessly, staring up at Remus’s giant face. What had just happened? He could only remember bits and pieces.

Virgil was a welcome presence at his side.

“What- what happened?” He asked, drawing his eyes away from Remus to look at Virgil

Virgil pursed his lips and looked away.

“It was singing your name. I think it did something to you, you didn’t move for… a while. You didn’t respond to me when I asked if you were okay, I was so worried ”

Logan still felt strange. “I don’t think you should be too concerned. I think it’s worn off now” he lied

Virgil looked at him like he didn’t know what to believe; Logan ‘s unconvincing lie, or the fact that Logan’s eyes kept looking back towards Remus.

Logan’s hands were by his side. Something about that felt wrong. Remus leant down and rested its (their?) chin on the ground that the prison was on.

They stared at each other for a while, Virgil sat firmly to his side.

Remus spoke after a while

“Are you okay, little guy?”

Logan took a few seconds to process that he could completely understand what was being said. It was like Remus was speaking English, but somehow he knew it was still that garbled language that he could only minimally understand beforehand.

Logan stared.

“How can I understand you now?” He asked, prompting Virgil to give him a startled look

“I could ask you the same thing!”

Remus’s gleeful voice did not match the situation, in Logan’s eyes, but it did mean some good for presenting his case to get Remus to let them leave.

But why did he want to leave? He could be close to Remus here. He looked at Virgil. That’s why. They both wanted so badly to leave, to get out of this dark cave, and see the sun again. He had to get Virgil out. He couldn’t let the effects of the siren song cloud his mind

Was the song the reason he could now understand Remus? Siren song messed with the mind, perhaps one meant specifically for him would have lasting effects on his brain. He found that his mouth wouldn’t cooperate with his brain, and he couldn’t speak. Was he scared?

His throat felt dry.

Something was wrong . He closed his mouth, and looked at Virgil with a pleading look. He didn’t know what he was asking. He didn’t know anything about this entire situation. He looked back at the giant. Virgil grasped his hand gently.

He swallowed and stated his thoughts

“It might be because of the- the singing” he looked away.

Remus was silent for a while before the characteristic grin was back on his face

“So, if I was to sing this little one’s name as well, I’d be able to understand them as well?”

Logan glared. “You will do no such thing. I don’t know if you noticed, but it was not a very pleasant experience for me. My mind is still clouded with the song, you will not hurt him the same way”

Remus tilted his head “It hurt ? Does my singing usually hurt or is this different?” The voice was laced with confusion and possibly concern

Logan looked at Virgil, before looking back up at the siren

“It doesn’t always hurt, but it is in no way pleasant. We can’t control our movements when we hear the singing. This one was just far more intense and far worse than other times” he shuddered. Virgil squeezed his hand soothingly

Virgil had been the one thing he could rely on in this whole situation. He dreaded to think what Virgil had been going through alone.

Remus was staring down at him.

“So… humans really don’t mean to get near sirens most of the time?” The answer was obvious, but Remus seemed like they were having a hard time wrapping their head around it.

It was an idiotic question.

“Of course humans don’t mean to get near sirens. Why would anyone want to get near giants who are notoriously dangerous and often kill humans on sight? That would just be idiotic”

Virgil shifted position next to him, looking at the ground. Logan made a mental note to ask him about that when Remus inevitably left to sleep or explore. He watched as Remus’s face changed from mildly confused to almost horrified.

Logan wished he, himself, were not feeling anything . That way, he could be without the horrible tightness around his mind and chest. But he could feel. Every time Remus spoke, the tightening pulsed, like a warning. Logan did not want to know why.

He shuddered.

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Remus stared down at the humans. It had been a fairly innocent idea.

He had tried singing their names, or rather what he had named them, before, but yielded no results other than both humans coming closer. He had just wanted to know if this would be any different.

He had sung for ‘Logan’ to come closer, and watched as it- no, they - almost stumbled forward. Virgil did not join them. He grinned; it had worked. He stopped singing, but found that Logan slowly lifted their hands to their ears, like trying to block out a sound that was not there. He leant closer, concerned.

They dropped to their knees, prompting Virgil to run out of hiding and crouch next to them. They were saying something in the strange little language that they used with each other, but Logan didn’t seem to even notice their presence, just sat there, shaking.

Remus tapped on the barrier, trying to snap them out of whatever was happening (had he caused this? Was this his fault? Had he hurt them by singing? This didn’t usually happen)

The only human to move was Virgil, who stood up so quickly that Remus could’ve sworn they teleported to in front of Logan. He felt a little lost as they shouted something in their little language, obviously angry at him, before returning to Logan’s side.

Logan didn’t seem to improve much for maybe half an hour, but their hands had fallen at some point near the twenty minute mark. They suddenly lifted their head to look at Remus. Remus could almost feel their movements.

He watched as Virgil said another something to them. Then as they said something completely understandable.

Remus was startled, so much so that he missed what was said completely

He rested his head on the rock and stared

“ Are you okay, little guy?” He asked, prompting a startled look from the little guy in question.

They were confused, clearly knowing as little as Remus about what exactly was happening.

They looked at Virgil for a while before turning back to look at him

“It might be because of the- the singing ” they sounded like they didn’t even want to say the word ‘singing’, which was strange.

He could feel their heartbeat. He was sure that if he wanted he could stop it right there and then. He thought on their words

The only thing he had doing differently was sing their name, so…

“So, if I was to sing this little one’s name as well, I’d be able to understand them as well?” He asked, excitedly

His little human’s heartbeat raised slightly. Their voice became just that little bit more aggressive.

“You will do no such thing. I don’t know if you noticed, but it was not a very pleasant experience for me. My mind is still clouded with the song, you will not hurt him the same way”

Hurt? It had hurt? He didn’t want to hurt them, did this happen with every time he sang or not?

He voiced his concerns and the answers were not the most welcome. They couldn’t control their actions at all when they heard siren song? He felt bad for humans that were lured closer and killed.

He suddenly remembered the human he had killed. What had been going through their head? The heads of their (friends?) fellow humans who were watching? It had been a simple matter at the time, just a mistake, one that was wiped away on a rock. It was so much worse.

He had never felt worse than he did right then. Were his humans scared of him? His size, his power, his ability? He had unwittingly shown them just how much power he had over them, time and time again, and now he had more than he used to.

He knew instinctively that if he tried at all, that Logan would be at his mercy, moving at his will, and not their own. He knew that if he wanted, Logan would drop dead, that if he wanted, Logan would do anything . He would never demonstrate this power.

He wondered if that was why they wanted to leave, that he kept singing? If he stopped, would they want to stay?

He could still feel Logan’s heartbeat. He could still feel every minuscule movement they made. He could change it if he wanted. He could control them, like some kind of toy. They were toy-sized, and it would probably be fun… that tiny face was staring back at him.

He pushed away all thoughts of control. He wouldn’t let himself do that.

“Okay, just stay here, I’m going to go do something” he said, before swimming out of his cave and toward his brother’s.

He explained everything in a rambling mess that likely didn’t make any sense whatsoever. Roman stared blankly at him.

Remus could still feel Logan’s heartbeat, their everything, he could still control everything, even from a distance. It was unsettling. It was unsettling how much he wanted to control them.

Whatever the song had done, it had done more than let them understand each other. He slowed down his explanation and watched his brother’s reaction carefully

“That… is so fucked up” Roman told him, as Remus shook. Even Roman, who had been so notoriously scared of humans, was sympathetic. Remus could still feel Logan’s heartbeat, and he shuddered.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this much power over someone else anymore. He could only imagine how it felt to Logan, to be entirely at someone else’s mercy, to exist only because he hadn’t disposed of them. He could feel the movement of their mouth as they spoke, though he couldn’t hear what was said

He didn’t know what to do. Part of him wanted to control them like a child with a cool new toy, but the rest of him was deeply disturbed, in a way that was not easy to make him be. He swam back to the cave.

Logan and Virgil were talking in hushed voices, so Remus couldn’t actually hear them, but they turned to look at him.

Logan had not moved at all since he had left. They looked up at him.

Virgil was staring at him with narrowed eyes, which probably meant something different for humans than the friendliness it did for sirens. They were pacing the space in the enclosure.

Remus leant down to look at Logan, feeling their heart rate rise

“Have you not moved at all since I left?” He asked, perplexed

They looked down

“You told me to stay here. I couldn’t move,” they mumbled

Remus had a sour taste in his mouth. The control would be hard to avoid if even things like that would force them to obey. He ignored the steadily growing part of his brain that loved the idea of this much power (what had the song done to him?)

“Okay, well, you can move now. I’m sorry” he apologised.

No one spoke for a while, no one quite sure how to go about starting a conversation in this situation

It was an hour later that Logan spoke. They had been watching him warily for a while, while Remus pretended not to notice, even as he felt every nervous movement from their hands.

“Will you please let us go?”

Remus thought for a moment. They were stubborn, and would probably just keep asking. But, now that he could feel their fragility without even touching them, he would hate to think that they were defenceless without him there.

He shook his head.

He could feel the deep breath they took, not in his lungs or gills, but as though they were in the palm of his hand. They looked up at him with intensity

“And why not?” Their voice sounded challenging. Remus briefly thought about how easy it would be to quell that confidence and get them into line. He shook those thoughts away.

“Because it’s dangerous out there for someone so tiny” he said instead of doing the easy thing and doing something that would be, at best, scaring them into submission

They stared at him again.

“We have survived on land our entire lives. We know what is dangerous and what isn’t. We are not children” they sounded bitter, but Remus could sense their heartbeat rising. They were scared of how Remus would respond.

He took a deep breath and responded

“Why do you want to leave so badly? Am I really that bad?” He joked

The humans were looking at him like the question was the stupidest thing to ever be asked.

“We want to leave, because we have lives that we want to get back to. Lives that you took us away from. And because we prefer having control over our own lives, rather than being trapped in a glorified prison”

Remus kind of felt bad. The part of him that wasn’t feeling bad was busy thinking about new ways to play with his new toy human.

Maybe he would be better if he let them go before he gave in to his mind. But he already knew that it worked from a distance, so would they really be safe if he let them go?

He relented and held his hand flat on the floor of the enclosure, and encouraged them both to climb on. Though from the way Logan had immediately responded, it might have been closer to an order. He put his other hand over them both, hopefully keeping water away from them.

He swam as fast as he could, and then to the surface. He unclasped his hands and looked them both over. They seemed fine, if not for the slight dampness. He set them down on the beach on which he had first found Logan and ducked back under the waves. He could feel their running feet.

He could feel each individual grain of sand; he had never been small enough for that before.

The need to control did not get any weaker, even after he had left Logan and Virgil on land. It only got stronger.

He tried to ignore it most of the time, but he had discovered that he could see through Logan’s eyes if he wanted. It was so tempting to just mess with them and have a little fun. Why else would he have sung their name? He couldn’t remember

He looked around at everything on land. It was all so strange, so different. He walked Logan’s body past all the different structures and the strange things around. He could feel their everything as though it were his own.

He knew everything he could do, by now. Logan would not drown if Remus didn’t want them to. Logan would not speak if Remus didn’t want them to. Logan would not sleep if Remus didn’t want them to. Logan would obey his every request, whether spoken, whether heard, or not. Though, sometimes they fought against, and Remus had to apply that little extra force

Though, Remus found that just the extra bit fun. He enjoyed having a toy that would fight back.

He never shared what he was doing with anyone (they wouldn’t understand, they’d make him stop playing) but he knew that didn’t matter.

He knew that Logan and Virgil still kept near each other often. Virgil could always tell that he was not Logan. Virgil got angry at him, though Remus still couldn’t understand the language. No one else ever noticed anything amiss.

Remus sometimes moved Logan around randomly, just for the sped up heart rate he could feel from them. He had found that he could pick them up briefly, like he was holding them, even though he wasn’t there. Sometimes he would put them somewhere up high.

He had tried singing their name again, just to see what would happen. His little human just passed out. He didn’t do that one again; breaking toys wasn’t very fun.

He walked until he found Logan’s little ‘house’, where Virgil was sitting outside. Virgil stared at him for a few moments, before those eyes narrowed. They shouted something at him. Remus left.

—

Virgil watched the waves. He had never thought Remus would relent and actually let them go, but here they were.

He and Logan ran further onto land, in case it changed its mind

Logan explained to him how the whole thing felt, how he knew he was at the mercy of the giant siren. Virgil couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt, to have to obey every command. They were both hoping that it would wear off after a while of being away from Remus

It got stronger, according to Logan. Logan had offered him to stay at his (honestly mansion-sized) house, since he had nowhere to go otherwise, and they were possibly the only people on the planet who knew what the other had gone through.

Even then, there were parts they didn’t talk about. Neither ever went near the beach.

As time went on, weirder things would happen to Logan. It made Virgil angry, how this siren was toying with his friend. Logan had said that, unlike with regular siren-song, he was fully aware as his body was moved, changed and controlled. He was fully aware, as something else was seeing through his eyes.

He had said that he could feel their pure glee as they controlled him. That when Logan was suddenly lifted off of the ground and onto something, he could feel the phantom of a too large hand surrounding him. That he could feel the sensation of something pulling him, when he was silently ordered forward.

After the first couple of times that Logan became fully possessed, Virgil had realised how to tell that Logan was not himself anymore. It made him angry, how something could be so cruel as to do this, even after Logan had explained how much it sucked to be controlled.

He usually ended up shouting when he noticed the odd stance on his friend, like whatever was controlling him wasn’t used to legs, when he noticed the glazed over eyes, with the slightest green tint, when he noticed the odd way ‘Logan’ looked at him, with no emotion or expression. Occasionally it would grin, but that was it.

Virgil had noticed that it seemed to leave quickly nowadays, but only if he noticed it.

The locals avoided them a lot. He had heard whispers that they had gone mad after getting lost at sea. That they were lucky to still be alive, and not be killed by a siren. They didn’t understand that being killed was a mercy from a siren.

The one time Logan had passed out because of Remus, Virgil was ready to attempt to murder a siren.

The few times that Logan had been thrown into the nearest body of water by an invisible force, Virgil had been too scared to be angry. What if this would be the one time that Logan would drown? What if keeping him alive was a sick game that it was going to get bored of?

Logan’s and Virgil’s lives were not going well, nowhere near, but the thing they both agreed upon was that it would be ever so much worse if the other was not there.

Maybe Remus would get bored of these sick games eventually? Hope was the only thing they could have anymore.

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