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Mimicry (1)

Adam x Siren! Reader

Summary: Siren’s human-like traits are best understood as evolutionary adaptations for predation rather than evidence of close genetic ties to humans. This highlights the role of mimicry in shaping predator-prey dynamics across species. In conclusion, sirens mimicry is used to specifically make hunt for humans, making them an evolutionary example of an apex man-eater.

TW/CW/Tags: Canon typical violence, murder and death! Pseudoscience, one sided lute x adam, reader is: aggressive, territorial, hateful and adam’s baby all in one, MONSTERROMANCE (and in the future part there will be monsterfucking (yes adam fucks the fish)), reader is gn + afab, mention of interspecies sexual relationships, size differences (reader is taller and stronger), abduction, mention of poaching, endangerment of a child but no child is actually harmed, jealousy issues on readers side, adam is deep in denial about his attraction lmao he’s just a curious scientist who gets horny when he looks at scales

A/N: me: the raffle will be 2k words long also me: 12k words deep into this. anyways i wrote this for @redr0sewrites but you guys can read it too i guess (/j) this is only part 1 so part 2 will be even wilder

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Lute sat in her car, reading over and over the paper she downloaded to her phone. She’s early, even for her standard. All she could do is obsessively re read everything on sirens she could get her hands on, while she had the access from her college.

Sirens.

Roughly 35 years ago underwater trenches opened up. An ugly mix of climate change, earth quakes and human interference caused them to break open. An incredibly ecosystem was discovered, with never seen before animals and plants. The most shocking of them all were the thousands of sirens, who took the opportunity of freedom to populate the open ocean.

The myths, the legends, the stories were all true. They are real, and they’re here.

Only 10 years ago were scientists able to figure out how to keep sirens in captivity. All the other attempts ended with the sirens dying, be it from suicide or lack of whatever it is those sensitive beasts needed.

This is why most studies are rather new, and they don’t have the long term effects yet. A few facts were known. They are incredibly social, dying from loneliness is a very common death cause. They’re omnivores, they can grow up to anywhere between 3 to 7 feet. They’re rather intelligent, seemingly having their own language, with different accents depending on their region. They can mimic human voices nearly perfectly. Their singing can have an hypnotic effect. Razor sharp teeth and claws.

Deadly dangerous. Lucky for everyone, most sirens are friendly. It seemed like they haven’t quite realized that they can actually eat humans. They’re also easily to train, sirens shows are incredibly popular.

But Lute isn’t fooled by that.

They are dangerous animals, and should be treated accordingly. They’re invasive, making the waters unsafe and messing with the already dwindling fishing population. In her opinion, humans should learn everything can from those monsters. And then, they should be locked back up under the ground, far away from her and her loved ones. This doesn’t stop her obsessive fascination with them. You should know everything about an enemy, after all.

Which is how she ended up here. In front of the biggest siren aquarium and research lab in the world. The building is imposing, scaring her with its sheer size. Worst of all, its not the only building on the premise.

She got right out of college, finishing her marine biology degree, and she got accepted as Adams assistant. Adam’s assistant! One of the best researchers in the field! He is not like those other fools, he isn’t a dirty siren sympathizer. In his papers he continuously highlights the danger they posses. Unlike idiots like Lucifer, who talk about co existence. Yeah, right.

Lute took a look at the clock in her car. 10 minutes early isn’t that bad. She got out of her car, grabbed her bag and made sure to lock her car. To be extra sure, she tugged on the handle. It’s locked. She turned and made her way to the building, she’s supposed to meet Adam at the reception. That’s what the email said at least.

“I didn’t even know Adam was allowed to work with human woman.” The receptionist told her, the tone with which she used to refer to Adam was down right hateful. Lute blinked, before she could respond the receptionist continued, “He isn’t in. You can wait here.”

“When will he be here?” She asked.

The pretty woman shrugged her shoulders, “Dunno. He comes and goes as he pleases.” Her wrist moved in circles. “Want some advice? Stay away from that asshole. He will leave you in a puddle of his gross fucking cum and never return any texts!”

Ah, so this was personal. “I’m just here to work.”

“Yeah! So was I, trust me! He’s horrible. The only thing he cares about is himself and that fish he is in charge of.” She seethed. “It’s a competition you will never win. He loves that overgrown mutt.”

All Lute could do was raise a brow at the woman. She sat down on some seats, and waited. Adam was now 15 minutes late. For a moment she considered emailing him, but she saw that all she got was an automatic generated mail from a bot. So, she’s stuck here.

And finally, 30 minutes late, a huge guy strolled in. His hair was a mess, sun glasses covered his eyes and he held a to-go coffee cup in his hand. A huge bag was thrown over his broad shoulders, he was scarily tall. If Lute had to guess, she’d say he was about 7’4 feet tall. He wore some band shirt she didn’t recognize, and a leather jacket. From his neck dangled a golden cross.

This is him. Lute stood up. Adam was at the receptionist desk, casually leaning against it while talking to the girl sitting there. It seemed like the receptionist didn’t follow her own advice, since she was giggling and twirling her hair while talking to Adam.

“Why don’t you drop your number in my phone, babe. We can continue this chat in my apartment.” His voice was smooth.

But it seemed like the wrong thing to say, because her face turned angry. “You have my number! You don’t even remember my name, do you?” She hissed out.

“Ah, shit…” Adam sighed out, “Sure I do, babe! It’s, uhm..” He was lucky enough to wear glasses, he could sneakily squint at her name tag. “…Babette? The fuck kinda name is that…”

The girl frowned, and in a threateningly manner she raised her stapler up. Ready to strike Adam down. He quickly took a few steps away from the desk. It seems like it’s not the first time a woman wants to kill him, and Lute doubts it will be the last one.

“Excuse me?” Lute called, Adam turned to look at her. “I’m Lute, sir.”

“Okay? You want my number too, babe? I can arrange that, there’s enough of me to go ‘round.” His grin was nasty and his tone sleazy. Uncomfortableness settled into her bones.

“No. I’m here to be your new assistant.” Lute straight her back, she was not going to let some man intimidate her.

“Ah, that’s you. Alright, let’s get this shit started then. Follow me..Hopefully you can keep up with your short legs.” He snickered at his own joke, “And listen to me, or you will die. I’m not kidding around.”

With that they made their way further into the building. They left through different entrances, entering another building. This is where they keep the siren. Lute visited this place multiple times, to watch them. Just this time she sees what’s going behind the scenes.

Adam pulled out a card, swiping it along different doors. The security was insane, but it’s understandable. The black market is just full of people who want to keep a siren looked up in their living room, in a too small tank.

“If you want you can swim with the 3 feeter. They’re all docile as fuck,” Adam’s finger taped against the glass of the tank. A sign was glued to the glass, in bright red letters it read ‘DO NOT TAP GLASS (ADAM!!!)’

“I can’t.”

“Why? You on your period or something?” Adam turned his attention back to her.

She rolled her eyes while shaking her head, “One arm.” Lute raised her left arm, showing that it’s a prosthetic.

Adam whistled, “That’s so sick tho! How did you lose it?” His eyes were gleaming.

“Siren attack. I was 13.” She let her arm drop again. Technically she could swim with one arm, it was just annoying.

“Ah, keep your friends close but your enemies closer, huh? Check these out!” Adam pulled his shirt up, showing deep scars left across the side of his torso. It looked incredibly painful. “So it’s all cool. I also can’t swim with those weak bitches anyways.” He shrugged.

“Why can’t you swim?” Lute didn’t quite understand the connection between his scars and the aversion to water.

“I can swim, babe, don’t worry about that. Just not with other sirens. My pearl gets mad jealous if I do. Excited to meet the siren who gave me those nasty scars?” Adam’s lips were pulled into a big grin, showing off his perfectly white teeth.

Lute nodded her head. “Of course, sir. It’s what I’m here for.”

“Sure, sure.” Adam turned around, making his way deeper into the building. The further they went the stricter the security measures got. More guards were placed, Adam greeted them with a nod.

“From here on, you can’t trust anything. Wait. You did sign that NDA didn’t you?” Adam’s looked at her.

“Yes, sir.” Lute handed in that paper last week.

“Good. Any-fucking-ways. You can’t trust what you see or hear. These fuckers are out to get you. Here we have the specimens who aren’t that found of humans. They still are better than my evil pearl.” Adam stopped in front of a tank. A group of sirens chased a few fish around.

“You are about to see the biggest siren we have ever encountered. They got brought in because They got hurt by poachers. Me and a team went out and got them captured to bring them in for recovery. That was nearly 4 months ago.” Adam opened the last door. Walking through the hall, different signs were placed. All warning of a deadly danger. “They’re incredibly territorial, to a point every introduction to pod mates have failed miserably. You fall into that tank, they won’t just take your arm, but your life. Their intelligence is…impressive, for a siren.” His tone seemed casual, but it was clear that he takes the threat seriously.

“Is no rehabilitation into nature possible? Keeping such a threat around is stupid.” Lute couldn’t help but ask.

“Yup! They lived near fishing spots. Once we got here, mysteriously the death rates from fishers in that era dropped.” Adam shrugged his shoulders. “So it’s better we keep ‘em here. It’s more fun anyway! It’s soo fucking lame that every siren just gets domestic after some time. Like, bitch you’re a fucking apex predator? Show it!”

“Understandable, sir.”

They walked up some metal stairs. To her left Lute could see a huge tank, but this facility did praise itself for the way it provides a natural habitat. The tank was completely surrounded by scaffolding, a bridge was built across the water. So you had access to the water from all angels and heights. It was 20 feet deep, and probably around 85 feet wide. She inhaled a shaky breath, if this was only for one siren…

“How big is this siren?” Lutes feet slammed against the metal steps.

“Like…Hmm. 10 feet?” Adam wondered.

Lute choked in surprise. The biggest captivated until now was 7 feet. There were lots of theories, that some stay deep under the water. Those are supposed to grow tall, in theory. The fact that this isn’t public knowledge…

“Pretty sexy- What the fuck are you assholes doing?!” Adam suddenly screamed.

Lute perked up, and looking ahead she could see 3 people stand by the railing. She recognized Lucifer, but the other two were a mystery. The blond guy held a huge beach ball in his hand. When Lute looked to her left, she saw that they were roughly 10 feet above the tank. Looking further down, she could see that they were different levels. Each one closer to the water, but they were all restricted.

The floor was metal, with matching railings. Further down, the railings disappeared and made way for a walk above the tank. So they could go up to the middle of the tank like that. The water was open, anything could jump out anytime. Even though technically they could get that close to the tank, the walk had red lines painted on it. Multiple lines. It seemed like the siren seemed to out do herself with every jump. Maybe you were just holding back on purpose.

“We just wanna spice up the tank a bit! It’s so empty in there, you didn’t even put any fish in.” Lucifer explained.

“Yeah, cause they fucking hate anything that’s alive.” Adam hissed, taking off his sun glasses and placing them on his head.

A woman with beautiful deep, dark skin and braids spoke up. “Are you sure? It’s really unusual…” Her voice was soft.

Adam’s shoulders slightly deflated, “Don’t piss them off while I’m trying to introduce a new person.”

A tall, blonde woman waved him off. “Play is good for the development.”

And just like that Adam’s frown was back in place, “You think you know everything better, huh? Fucking try it, but don’t come crying when you’re dead.”

She rolled her eyes, “You have always been dramatic, Adam. This will finally make some progress in their social development.” The blonde side eyed Adam.

Lute heard Adam mumble something under his breath about ‘sucking his dick.’ but she couldn’t be too sure. Adam’s big arm reached out and pulled Lute back, to a safe distance. They were still standing above the tank, which made Lute wonder just how far that siren could jump.

Lucifer looked at the his two companions and when the nodded at him, he threw the ball into the water. The impact caused some ripples to appear in the water. The water calmed, and nothing happened. Lute leered across the ledge, trying to look if she could see something in the water. It was blue and seemingly empty.

Even though Lute intensely watched the water, she flinched back when the ball was suddenly pulled underwater. Adam’s hand dragged over his face. His hand clasped around the neck of Lute’s shirt. “Gotta be careful now, babe. They’re out to get us.” A grin spread across his lips at the last part.

A big tail stuck out of the water, and with the help of it you kicked the destroyed ball. It slapped Lucifer right in the face. Everything went by so fast, Lute could be barley register the colour of the tail, or the size. All she knew it was big, and she hasn’t even seen the whole thing.

“Fucking hell-“ Lucifer swore, the ball in his hand. A red splotch formed in the middle of his face, blending in with his red cheeks.

Lilith’s hands were on his shoulder, comforting him. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Don’t worry, Lilly. I’m fine..just sad.” he mumbled out.

There were some more splashes coming from below, but Lute couldn’t see what was going on. You didn’t stay in one place for long.

“Ah, shit.” Adam sighed out. His hand on Lute’s neck tightened up. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Why? You going to-“ The blonde woman started, but was interrupted by Adam suddenly forcing Lute and himself into a kneeling position. A rock the size of Lute’s fist flew by her head. This could’ve been very ugly.

“What the fuck?! I didn’t even throw that fugly ball, man!” Adam complained, with a rough shove he made Lute crawl to safety. The metal dug into her palm, and she cursed everything right now. He threw a look behind his shoulder. “Bigger stones will come flying, by the fucking way. Their aim is too good.”

All three of the strangers were very much on alert now. Adam’s prediction came true and they all slammed themselves into the scaffolding to avoid the huge stone that came flying right for their heads. Adam chuckled, crawling over to get out of your throwing range. Lute noted that this stone was as big as her own head. So this was personal.

While they were all fleeing the scene, stones continued to fly. One hit Lute in her prosthetic. She could feel the force through it. This would’ve been a sprain, or worse. Now she just had an annoying dent in there. They all hurried down the stairs, and stones kept flying just not at them anymore.

“Aww, fuck, no! Do you know how hard it is to change out these lightbulbs?!” Adam gestured wildly around, while bulbs were destroyed.

“The technicians take care of that?!” The blonde woman hissed back, and through out their constant fighting Lute learned that her name was Lilith. The other woman was named Eve, but she kept quiet. She seemed obviously stressed out by everything, and Lute wondered why she even works with sirens.

They finally reached the bottom. “No, they fucking don’t anymore! You wanna know why?!? Cause three-“ Adam held up three fingers, waving them in Lilith’s face, “Three fucking workers fell into the water and were absolutely ripped apart by them!” He took a deep breath, his tan face flushed, “The worst thing about it? No faulty fucking equipment, non of that bullshit. Just them, sharpening stones and that deadly aim and- Shit-“ His hands raked through his hair. He then pointed at the highest level of the scaffolding, “You think you’re safe up there? We don’t actually know how far that bitch can jump. It holds fucking back.”

The silence was deafening. The three looked very embarrassed. That’s what escaping death does to someone, Lute assumes. When Lute looked to her right, she looked into the tank. Before the water was clear, but now the water was muddy. You stirred up the ground, and it was hard to make anything out. Lute leaned forward, trying to take a glimpse of the tank. It’d be interesting to see with what its filled with.

With a startled gasp Lute stumbled back. The sudden appearance of the infamous siren surprised her, and for a moment she forgot that she’s safe behind the glass. Adam’s head immediately whipped around, seeing his pet project.

Lute took a a few steps back, and now she could properly take in your appearance. You were big, but most of it seemed to be from your tail. Scars littered your body, some old some new. She couldn’t help but let her eyes stay at the one across your throat. Your claws were pressed against the glass. Beautiful, colourful scales could be spotted all over your body. A slight, bioluminescence glow could be seen. Lutes watched your sharp eyes, which were fixated on Lucifer with an intense glare.

“Evil cunt..” Adam whispered under his breath.

Lucifer looked around nervously. His eyes darted around, not daring to settle on the siren. “I feel like I’m in a horror movie…”

“You are.” Adam gracefully reassured the blond guy. Lilith glared at Adam.

The siren scratched her nail over the glass, over Lucifer’s throat. Said man gulped. The apex predator suddenly slammed her palms against her tank, startling the group. Except Adam, who pushed his hands casually into his pockets.

With that you used the momentum to push yourself away from the glass, disappearing into the foggy water.

You fucking hate all of these keepers. One is more annoying than the other. Worst is when they try to get you to solve those stupid puzzles. You’d rather die than reveal anything of yourself or do anything that pleases these idiots. All you want is to get out, but it’s a far away dream.

With pure intent, you let your shoulder slam into the glass. The pain felt relieving, the rage in your body starting to simmer down. Your tail violently flicked around, hitting the stones and scratching up your fines. Your fingers tangled in your hair, tugging while screeching. You want them all gone.

What’s the big guys fucking problem anyway? How dumb is he, letting people throw a ball into your territory? Oh, you were going to end him.

———

Adam had a fish in his one hand, his pocket knife in the other. His tongue stuck out, cutting off the head off the fish first. He carefully disemboweled it, cutting out the tender filet. Music was blasting from a speaker Adam brought in. Some fast paced rock song was playing.

You watched him closely, from the water. Glaring at his big figure, you wished he would trip and slam into the water. It’s sad back then you were only able to drag your claws across his ribs. You should’ve bitten right into his jugular.

They couldn’t see or hear you, but you noticed everything. Since you don’t bother to properly engage with any of their play, all you could do is watch and listen. It’s your favorite past time. Their habits and way of life is so weird to you. The complete isolation from nature is so weird, and simply unnatural. No wonder they all seem so…down.

Except for Adam, who’s really joyful about annoying you.

He threw the fish fillet into the water, and you simply watched it slowly sink. You could smell it, and it was your favorite.

“Cmon! Eat! It’s been three fucking days!” Adam leaned over the railing, his eyes scanning the water for any activity. “It wasn’t my fault that, that tampon threw the ball.” His voice was whiny.

Rolling your eyes, you flexed your stomach. Thanks to your swimming bladder you silently sank down. You grabbed the piece of fish, and with precision you threw it straight at Adam’s face. The slapping sound, together with his yelling was incredibly satisfying.

“Fucking fish-bitch! Go starve!” Adam widely gestured to the water. He turned around, and he kicked the bucket into your tank. It sank, together with the fish. Oh, this is good.

Adam stomped off, Lute right on his trail. He took a towel and cleaned his face while grumbling. In the water you could hear what’s going on from the outside, but now he was a bit far away. Since he wasn’t yelling anymore, you couldn’t make out what he’s saying anymore.

With a sigh, you grasped the boulder sticking out of the water in your hand. You lifted yourself out of the water, laying down on your stomach to make yourself comfortable. Thankfully, they put a lot of stuff with which you can sun yourself outside the water.

“-What about ear muffs? Shouldn’t we cover our ears?” Lute asked, her voice smooth and unmoving. You don’t know what to think off her. She talks less than Adam, which is nice. You have a hard time assessing her.

Adam shrugged. They haven’t noticed that you’re out of the water. “Nah, it’s fine…Probably. Saw the scar across their throat? Basic poacher technique. This one has never sung before. Or does any other noises.” His hand moved in circle motion. “We don’t know shit about siren hypnosis. Has it do with the vocal cords? Something fucking else? Who knows.”

You could sing, there’s just no reason for you to do. And does your hypnosis still work? Yeah. You think so, anyways. Your voice only came back a week ago, actually. It’s weird. But, you have never been really talkative. There never was really any reason to, anyways You have been alone most of your life.

It was actually relaxing, the light they have here. It simulates the sun. Your arms swayed in the water, together with your tail. Laying on your stomach, you let your eyes fall shut.

“We are supposed to wear ear protection, aren’t we?” Lute asked.

Adam groaned, “Chillax. They won’t drown us. Well, they won’t drown me. I die, they ends up with fucking Lucifer and they hate that guy.” His eyes flickered to Lute, “Maybe you should wear them…”

He’s right, sadly. You want him dead, sure. But Adam is also the only human who you can tolerate. Lute on the other hand…

“My pearl, my favorite fishy, are you going to give me back the bucket?” Adam was obviously trying to sound nice.

All you could do is breath heavily, letting yourself rest on the rock. Adam’s hands were wrapped around the railing, he shook it impatiently. “Get me the buuuucket. I told the guys at the ware house I wasn’t going to break another one.”

You didn’t bother engaging with him. Letting your breathing calm down, acting like you were asleep. Something hit your head, and you immediately let your neck snap up. Glaring at Adam, for throwing a paper ball at your head.

Pushing yourself off the rock, you swam down. It was easy to find the bucket, picking it up you made sure to fill it with a few fishes. He wants a fight? You will give it to him. Especially since they’re stupid enough to stay close to the water. It was easy to throw the fish at their faces.

And even easier was it to throw that bucket. Sadly, Adam was able to duck away. It wasn’t even filled with water, he shouldn’t be such a weakling. The bucket crashed…somewhere with Adam swearing.

“…I fucking hate this job.” Adam hissed out.

———

You don’t like Lute.

You don’t know why. In theory she should be your favorite. She’s quiet, doesn’t belittle you and she’s incredibly competent. Unlike Adam, or any of the other clowns.

Still. At first, it was okay. Weird and unknown and uncomfortable. So, like everything here. You thought you could deal with it and it’s not like everything she does pisses you off. Swimming restlessly in circles under the water, you tried to ignore Adam and Lute’s chatting.

It’s usually you he talks to, and with her there he hasn’t really done it for a while. You just want her gone.

Letting yourself float to the top, you let your head lurk out of the water. You couldn’t help but glare at Lute. There is no reason for Adam to place his hand on her arm, worst off all for her to blush. Adam’s eyes flickered over the water, landing on you. His hand moved off her like it burned him, and you let yourself sink under the water with a huff.

You totally don’t care about them. In fact, both should leave you alone forever. All you want is peace and quiet. So you go to your favorite cave, letting yourself rest on the ground. It’s like your little nest, made comfortable by plants you gracefully put there.

It shouldn’t upset you to be alone. Adam not staying around for forever should be obvious to you. After all, everyone leaves you behind at some point. You curled up into a ball, wrapping your arms around your tail. With shuddering breaths you tell yourself that you prefer the loneliness. You can’t stand other sirens, or humans. It’s like your brain short cuts, your nerves would be on fire. At this point, it’s hard to actually be in contact with…anyone. Except for Adam, who was impossible to shake off. Until now.

You think you were going to stay here for a bit. You are tired.

———

“The bitch isn’t eating agaaaaaaain. I’m going to get fucking grey hair because of ‘em!” Adam let himself hang over the railing, trying to spot you in the water. He hasn’t seen you for a few days now, and he was sure fish was rotting at the bottom off your tank. “It was so hard to get them to a healthy weight and now all the progress is ruined.” He whined.

Lute nodded, “Isn’t the doctor visit over due? Maybe it’s a parasite.”

Adam’s head snapped up, “Fuck, you’re right! I’m going to call..” He pulled out his phone, already off the make the arrangements.

Taking you to the doctor for sure was an experience. It was easy, with the other sirens. The vet and normal human doctor get into the water and the sirens are nice enough to show them whatever they want. They point out the part which hurt, if they are any. For you it’s different. It’s a whole thing, needing a whole team. You need to be put under anesthesia and what not. Lute is interested in seeing the whole process.

It was as time consuming as Lute assumed it would be. Your scales seemed duller, and seemingly Adam’s greatest fear came true: You lost weight. 2 whole pounds. Adam is in shambles.

At least everything else looks well. Physically you were healthy, and all your wounds are healing properly. The scars should not cause any problems, but they aren’t too sure about that and permanent damage. Some theories about chronic pain are being thrown around, but it’s not like you’d show them that you’re in pain. The diagnosis? Depressed.

While you were put under anesthesia, Adam checked out your tank. He put on his swimming gear and jumped in. Besides that, he wanted to place a camera-stone in there. Every other camera ends up broken, and he really needed to see what you are up to in there. It’s not like you’d tell him.

It looks like how he assumed. He designed it after all, and you didn’t change up much. Your little nest was cute. Taking a look at the walls, it seemed like you drew on there? It was messy, and Adam couldn’t make out what any of it meant. Hm.

Adam swam around for a few circles, trying to decide where to put his cool new spy cam. He decided on a place near your nest, but not directly inside the cave. You’d figure out that place immediately. Once he was happy with the placement, he made his way back up. He’s patting his own shoulder for designing such a perfect place for you.

With his tablet in hand he sat with Lute and Eve to watch you wake up from your anesthesia. You were obviously drowsy, trying to shake yourself awake. It seemed to fail every time, with you falling asleep again just to attempt to wake yourself up, before the cycle repeats. Adam chuckled at that.

Finally you somewhat woke up. Your movements were sluggish, on your way to your cave you ended up bumping into the wall. Adam has never been happier to be recording something right now. You ended up curling yourself in a ball, your muscles were tense. Still, you ended up falling back asleep. Yeah, this is probably all you will be doing for the rest of the day. The three got up, and Adam couldn’t wait to finally see what you are up to in the tank.

As it turns out: You do fucking nothing.

Maybe those idiots were right with assuming you’re depressed…

Adam at first laughed in their face at that. Eve squirmed around, awkwardly. Trying to make Adam see that it wasn’t such a far-fetched assumption. Sirens are social creatures, and you’re painfully alone. Eve and her shitty specialisation on psychology. All pseudoscience, in Adam’s opinion.

He’d never admit it, but maybe they are right. Somethings up. This is bad. Really bad. No appetite, your scales are dulling and starting to stand up and fall off. All you do is sleep, curled up into a little ball. You’re completely shutting down.

With shaky breaths Adam stuck his hand in the water, your favorite fish in hand. He moved it around wildly, slapping the water surface with it. Adam looked at the tablet he laid down beside him. Your head slightly moved, your eyes opening and brows furrowed. He got ready to quickly move, you were going to bolt out of there at any moment.

And all you did was go back to burrowing your face into your tail.

Defeated, Adam threw the fish into the water in frustration. Looking at the water surface, he realized he probably should probably clean out all these fish he tried to lure you out with. He buried his face into his own hands.

Small hands landed on Adam’s shoulder, and he looked up to see Eve and Lute.

“..You should see it that way. It’s a miracle they survived that long?” Lute tried to sound encouraging, but it was like a cold dagger in Adam’s heart. Eve sharply inhaled, she knew that you were a sensitive topic. Especially since her own break up with Adam, her betrayal caused him to heavily latch on to the first project he could.

Adam shook their hands off of him. He glared at Lute. How dare she imply that you will die? While in Adam’s care? This is all her fucking fault anyway. Before she got here everything was great.

“You’re getting reassigned.” He forced out through clenched teeth.

Lute blinked, “I do not understand-“

“Don’t talk fucking back!” Adam barked out, “I’m reversing everything new. Hopefully that will fix this. Eve is your supervisor now.” His big hand went through his wild hair. With that he stormed off.

Eve smiled at Lute, who was scowling. “Don’t take it personally, they also didn’t like me..”

———

This had to be done when everyone has left. The only other people around is security, who are fucking useless. Adam could do their job better in his sleep. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to be here after closing time, together with all the shit he smuggled in. He threw 3 waterproof speakers into the water. Taking a look at his table, he could see your face twitch from his hidden camera, but not much more was going on.

One good thing about working at a facility which prizes itself about how natural and appropriate their tanks are. This means extra, very expensive features. Adam moved trash off of the control board. He hasn’t used it in forever. A thick layer of dust had settled. Adam looked over to your tank, and well…Yeah. This wasn’t a safe height. Hence the secrecy. His hand checked his belt again, where he safely stashed the tranq gun. It was small, but powerful enough to knock you out. He just needs to hit you.

But this is just a safety measure. He’s going to avoid shooting you.

Adam rolled his neck, while cracking his knuckles. It’s show time.

He connected the speakers to his phone, and let them play at full volume. It was loud, and music he knew you hated. Then he hit the button which generates wave motion. Another one of your hated things.

The screen showed how you unfurled yourself from your depression ball. Your hands tightly grasped the walls into your hands. A deep scowl painted on your pretty face. The more you stayed down the more did the wave motions started to throw everything around. Adam waited, impatiently. So you still won’t get him for this? Alright.

In his hand he held one of those cheap kids microphones. Your ears were sensitive, and he knew how to sing badly. It was easy, missing every note and irritating you. Overstimulating your senses. You were out of your cave and Adam couldn’t see where you were. He had to be careful.

He starred at the water. Adam could feel you starring back. The water moved, and Adam’s hands immediately grasped the railings, he was able to use them to heave himself up. Missing you barley.

You shot out of the water like a bullet, easily landing on the scaffolding by going in between the fence railings. You sadly were a bit too eager, smashing your head against metal. Letting your body slump forward, you forced your breathing to even out. Playing dead.

“Holy shit..” Adam whispered under his breath. He was a few feet away from you. It would be stupid, to walk up to you. Even though you seemed knocked out, Adam knew you liked to play dead. Thankfully he’s prepared for every scenario.

He pulled out his trusty stick. It could extend and with the end he could grab things. Adam liked to pull things out of the water with it, together with harassing you. He poked you, and like he expected you immediately grasped the stick in your hands. One yank was all it took to take it out of Adam’s hand. Well, more like he let go off it because other wise you would’ve pulled him towards you.

You carelessly threw the stick over the railing, and Adam mourned after it. Pushing yourself up, you rested your weight onto your hands. You hated him. It burns inside your chest, that all consuming anger. It was hard to calm yourself once you were worked up like this.

The only times Adam feels alive is when your slit pupils are glaring at him with that rage. But not just when you’re angry, he secretly likes it most when you’re content. He doesn’t like thinking about the implications, so he pushes it down.

“You’d loooooove to jump at me. But you’re too weak, aren’t you, baby? Want a fish?” He reached into his pockets, pulling out a plastic bag where he stored pre prepped fish filets. Your favorite, those were the most fatty parts. You need to get better again.

The fact that he was right annoyed you, badly. Yeah, you’re arms feel weak and just to recover from that jump you’d like to sleep a month. So what. You’re totally fine. The smell of the fish did little to motivate you. You just didn’t feel like eating. With a huff you let yourself fall back to the floor. You rolled around, laying on your back instead off your stomach.

Adam thought you looked like a puppy, showing your belly off for pats. Sadly, you would immediately go for his throat for the crime of touching you. All the other sirens would constantly hang off of their pod mates or the keepers, when they are in the water.

He sighed, and crouched down. Like this you could easily gather your strength, overpowering him. “My pearl..” Adam murmured out, softly. He knew you liked that pet name. “It’s just us two now. Forever. Cmon, eat something.” He threw a filet your way, and you caught it with your webbed claws.

You raised a brow at him. With the roll of your eyes you dug your fingers into the fish. You were paranoid of them sneaking something in your food while you weren’t looking. And if Adam is on the floor, practically begging you to eat…It’s not like suddenly your stomach is growling and the fish smells delicious. In between your check out of your food your eyes flickered to Adam, to make sure he isn’t sneaking up on you.

Adam has never been happier to see those sharp fangs. Having you finally eat something was such a relief. He should’ve kicked that girl out waaay earlier. Whatever her name was. Shame though she didn’t let him hit. He was so close too. Eh, at least you’re eating again. That’s much better than a bed warmer.

Your hand reached out, making grabbing motions at Adam. “Alright, baby, you will get more if you promise not to maul my ass. Got it?”

At Adam’s words your hand dropped to the ground. You took his words in, and in defeat you made your grabbing motions again. Seems like a yes to Adam. He threw you another piece, and then he let himself sit down. Crouching was annoying. His legs were crossed, and he watched your fingers move through the pink flesh of the fish.

“You’re so pretty..” Adam whispered.

From the curve off your cheek bones, to your colourful scales and powerful tail, there was something ethereal about your beauty. Adam gets it. If it was him hundreds of years ago on a ship, he would have jumped off of there for you. His chin rested on his knees.

You stopped your movements briefly to throw him a glare. Rolling your eyes, you went back to thoroughly examining your food.

“How much do you understand?” You didn’t bother reacting to that. “For the longest time I thought sirens didn’t understand language- our language, you guys just fucking copy it. But because of your spiteful ass I’m starting to think you understand me well enough.”

Sirens have their own language to communicate in. They all have individual names in their pods, even nicknames. They have grammar, proper syntax. It’s hard cracking it though.

You finished eating that piece and stretched out your arms. Adam’s eyes wandered from your arms, littered in scars and strong, to the slope of your chest. Your nipples were perky, and a few scales were scattered around there. You were one of the few sirens who had both lungs and gills. You were a weird specimen. Adam tried to avert his eyes, watching how water drops ran down your chest wasn’t very professional, especially not with the way it flustered him.

Instead of regaining his composure, his eyes continued wandering down. Over your stomach, your waist and finally landing a few inches below where your tail started. If he wasn’t trained and well versed in siren anatomy, he wouldn’t be able to recognize it.

The genital slit. Siren sexual anatomy has always been interesting to Adam. It’s more complex than humans, which is why they refer to every siren with neutral pronouns. From primary to a secondary sex, they got it all. Adam has seen a siren with fat tits, and in the end they had bigger and more dicks than him. So there’s that.

It all also depends on the siren. Some have reproduction similar to mammals, others like sharks, others like fish. Questions over questions. No siren has been born in captivity. Yet. Non of the breeding programs seem to work. You were a weird mix. Something tropical, hence your beautiful coloring and part deep sea siren. That’s why you’re so big, and bioluminescent.

Your fin flicked and Adam sighed. His hand came up to rub his face. He’s going insane. He needs to get laid, soon. All he can do is daydream about what you’re hiding behind that slutty slit. Adam reached blindly into his plastic bag, and pulled out more fresh food. He carelessly threw it.

“Shit!” What he didn’t account for was his bad aim when not looking and your instinct to go after any you perceive as prey.

You nearly, accidentally, threw yourself off the scaffolding. Your upper body hang in the air, and your tail was still on the metal. You were slipping. Adam quickly scrambled up, and before he could really think it over he grasped your tail into his hand, above your fins, and quickly pulled you back. Your were strong and resilient, but he’d still prefer it if you didn’t fall head first into the cement ground.

“Don’t fucking ram your nails into my arm! I will drop your fishy ass!” He threatened you. In fact, you should say thank you to him for working out. Otherwise, he would not be able to safe you like this.

Your hands reached out, and you took his threat to heart. Ramming your claws into the metal, you helped to pull yourself back. Once you were back to safety you looked at Adam, who still held your tail into his hands.

His touch felt like it burns. Nobody has touched gently like this since you were a child. It was overwhelming, to feel his warm hands on you.

Adam watched how you started glaring and scowling at him. Your muscles tensed, and a deep, guttural growl could be heard from you. If he wasn’t so scared right now, Adam would think it was cool to actually hear you, for the first time. But alas, he’s praying to god right now, because he’s for sure going to die.

It was easy, you were stronger than him after all. Slightly pulling your tail back, you smashed it back into Adam’s stomach. His back hit the railing, and he hissed and groaned in pain. He let go off your tail, and with your whole body burning, you took the opportunity to jump into the cooling water.

You should’ve ripped his throat out. You should’ve bit him. You should’ve smashed his skull in.

Most off all, you should’ve asked him to touch you more. It’s been a long time since someone has been close to you.

———

You’ve been acting weird.

Well, weirder than usual. You keep sticking half your head out of the water, just to immediately duck under again. At least you were eating. Adam doesn’t know what it means, but as long as you’re healthy he couldn’t give less of a fuck.

Meanwhile you were dying of embarrassment. How can you ask Adam to touch you again without losing all of your pride? There was literally no way. It’s over for you. You have been trying to denial it, but at this point you were going to die of loneliness. If Adam doesn’t get his hands on your tail again, it will be over for you.

You let your head duck out of the water again. Adam raised a brow at you, so you went under again. Sadly for you, you couldn’t stay away for long. Letting yourself lurk out of the water again, you gracefully avoided eye contact with Adam. All you wanted to do was whine, but your pride kept you in check. You’re a fierce siren, you’ve taken out so many humans, you’re bigger and stronger than Adam, and all you wanted was for him to touch you. You’re losing it.

There was scaffolding built around the edge of your tank. It has been closed since day one. They even had to add on extra levels, since they realized you’re a good jumper with a hateful heart. With a whine you pointed at the ledge close to you. Adam just starred down at you.

With embarrassment you let yourself sink under water again. This was horrible. You were going to die. Taking a deep breath, you lurked out again. Looking at Adam who seemed confused. Pointing back there again, you tried to give him your best begging face.

“Baby, you getting lazy? Now you’re asking me to walk into my death?” His voice was teasing.

Letting your hand reach out, you tugged at the railing. It made some cracking sounds, together with slight swaying, but other than that it was stable. Another whine left your throat.

“Now you’re throwing a tantrum?” Adam sighed, pinching his nose bridge, “Fuck.”

You aren’t throwing a tantrum! Yet, at least. You still have his speakers in your tank. It’s what you use to blackmail him. Maybe you should pull one out. You exchanged one speaker for a screwdriver, so you only have two left. Usually it’s enough to act like you’re going to throw them, though.

Heavy steps could be heard, and Adam made his way down to you. Oh. He’s actually doing it. You honestly didn’t think you’d get that far. Grasping the edge of the glass into your hand, you let your palm dig into it. You could feel your tail wag in excitement.

Adam slowly came closer to you, his hand was on his tranquilizer gun. Rude.

Shifting around, you still held the onto the tank while stretching your tail out in front of you. It was easily long enough to drape over the scaffolding. Your fin twitched, and Adam just looked confused.

“What?” He immediately started panicking, “My pearl, are you hurt?”

You probably looked utterly pathetic. And, you didn’t want to give away too much off yourself. But this Adam after all, and he already knew you. Too well. You made sure to keep it to a minimum, just the fraction of a movement.

Looking into Adam’s eyes, you shook your head.

His eyes widened, which confirmed that he saw that. Adam whispered, “What is it?” Like you’re both sharing a secret.

You let your eyes land on your tail, and you let it twitch. Adam watched that, and just groaned.

“Bitch, I swear. You maul me for fulfilling your wish I will haunt your ass.” He side eyed you.

His movements were careful. Adam’s one hand never left his gun, and he slowly crouched down. He threw you another glance, “You want this?” His hand hovered near your tail.

Honesty, you’ve given him enough communication for the rest of your life. You dug your nails into the glass and with a twitch of your tail you let his fingers brush against your scales.

His touch burned you, in a pleasant way. A shuddering breath left you, and you let your tail pull back again. Adam rubbed his chin in thought.

“Wait here for a second, babe.” Adam got up, and made his way down, to ground level. You watched him rummage through some closets, until he pulled out a some little glass bottle. He stomped the stairs back up to you.

You blinked at him, watching him closely. He held the bottle out in front of you. “This is fucking…algae oil. You know how in the wild, in your pods you guys oil up your scales? As a bonding and grooming technique? This shit imitates that.” Adam unscrewed the bottle, and then he placed it near the edge. You reached out, and sniffed the contents. Yeah, alright. Placing it back down, you tilted your head at him.

Adam let himself plop down, and took the bottle. Spreading the oil into his hands, he once again hovered his hands over your tail. Moving your tail, you let your tail brush again into his hands. Adam then gently started massaging the oil into your tail. He was at the end of your tail, and he further back to lather up your deeply forked fin.

You let your tail stay, while letting your whole upper body and head lean back. Fully submerging those parts in the water. You could hear Adam mumble something about your freaky flexibility. While he massaged your tail, he didn’t stray far. He focused on the end part, and your fins. Which you were glad for. Otherwise your body would burn so much you think you’d die.

Adam rubbed circles into your scales. He always wondered what this feels like for you. Is it like with his legs? Massaging muscles? Do the scales dampen the sensation? Adam made sure to go with the grain of your scales, he didn’t want to hurt you.

He’s too busy freaking out internally about touching you. This is huge. He needs to write this down. Brag to everyone who will listen. Sadly for him, they probably wouldn’t believe him. Adam beat down the urge to pluck a scale off your tail. That would probably piss you off. How does he know when to stop? Will you claw his eyes out when you’re done? Hopefully not.

It shouldn’t be that surprising that you come looking for any kind of intimacy. Highly social species that’s known for dying off loneliness? Yeah. Of course you’d come whining to Adam to touch you. It’s kind of cute. Adam shakes his head to get those thoughts out of his head. Sirens who have a bigger murder-body count than him are not cute. Maybe sexy, but not cute.

You’d nearly miss it, in your blissed out state, but someone was coming. It was easy to wretch your tail out of Adam’s hand and to go back under water. Nobody should catch you in this humiliating, vulnerable state. To make your point extra clear, you splashed water all over Adam. Now, you went back to hiding away in your nest.

Adam cursed, wiping water from his face. That’s what he gets for being nice? Risking his life? Ungrateful whore.

The hall doors opened, and Adam turned around. Making awkward eye contact with Sera.

She sighed heavily, “Adam, I know you don’t respect basic safety precautions, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t die. At least not on my grounds…”

———

Adam tried to prevent this. He fought and discussed this thrice with Sera, with the whole board and in the end they still overruled him. Like, seriously. It’s like they’re asking for a disaster.

It’s open house at the aquarium. Worst of all, this includes the hall in which your tank is located at. Adam proposed to not have it in this hall, but there are other tanks located with friendly-ish sirens. Then he said to put you in a quarantine tank for the day, it’d be less stressful than all those people but as it turns out, they actually want to show you off.

Biggest captured siren. First siren to be completely alone, no pod no nothing. Incredible aggressive and territorial behavior, which has never been observed before. You’re shiny, colourful, glowy, incredibly beautiful. People are easily enamored by you. Sadly, it’s a one sided love.

You’d make a lot on the black market.

This was for investors, first and foremost. It’s all about fucking money. Nobody cares about the comfort and boundaries of his favorite pearl. His only one, for that matter. Adam sighed, adjusting the microphone headset. He’s supposed to give a show, to all the guests. It’s a full house. Fucking awful.

What’s annoying is, is that you found the camera rock. You chucked it right at Adam’s head. He had to sit in the infirmary for the rest of the day, because of a suspicious of a concussion. And the camera broke. So now he couldn’t even stalk you anymore. This sucks ass, honestly.

At least he’s charismatic enough to take some attention off of you.

“And you people think, that this shit is pre planned, pre trained- But nah! This one here is untrainable! This is pure, unfiltered hatred, people.” Adam ducked to avoid a rock flying towards him. At least the things you’re throwing have gotten smaller, less deadly. Still, this shit hurts.

A chuckle went through the huge crowd. Adam’s hand went through his wild, dark hair. You gave up on the throwing, and now you were under the water, where he couldn’t watch. Screens have been put up, together with cameras released in your tank. They were put in little cages, like those for shark watching, to keep them safe. Sadly, they didn’t think about you knowing how to use tools. Like, the screwdriver Adam reluctantly exchanged for his nice speaker.

Whirling up the water, it was impossible to see anything. The dust and dirt obscured the view. You easily jammed the screw driver into the chains, wrenching separating cage from chain. It came flying out of the water. This time you aimed blindly to the crowd. The people gasped in surprise, and someone howled from pain. You hit his foot.

One down, two to go. You repeated the process, with Adam scratching his head. Yeah, what is he supposed to do? Hopefully nobody spots the screw driver in your claws. That will be hard to explain. Another cage hit the floor, and people started to whisper under their breath. Some parents hurried out with their children.

The last caged camera nearly hit Adam. He gracefully yelped, and rolled away.

“Hey! Bad siren! Stop it!” He wildly gestured around. “I won’t feed your ass if you keep throwing your tantrum!”

Oh?? He wants you to starve?? To die?? He hates you??

Well, you hate him more.

Grabbing the speaker from the water grounds, you swam back up. Holding it over your head, you glared at him. Adam’s mouth fell open.

“No.” His pointed his finger at you, as if that scares you. “Cmon, baby, babe, fishy, you wouldn’t destroy my favorite speaker.”

You’d gladly break every bone in his little body. The crowd is eating up this back and forth. You despise them. There are so many, and they’re so close. At least they aren’t allowed up the scaffolding, you’d honestly freak out if they did. So close to your territory, and humans aren’t always kind. They ignore very obvious warnings you give out, and then they wonder why you strike them down.

Out of the corner off your eyes you could see her. Lute. She watched you with Eve.

Oh, and do you want them to suffer. They should stay away. Lute for taking Adam’s attention off of you, and Eve for making Adam cry. Adam saw the way your attention shifted, and with that he knew that speaker was a goner. He groaned, watching the way you threw the speaker straight at Lute and Eve.

Lute saved her and Eve, she saw it coming. They both successfully avoided the speaker. It shattered at impact. Lute and Eve left the hall, moving on to watch the other siren shows. Adam rubbed a hand over his lower face. Well, one speaker is left. Hopefully you forgot about that one.

It was a mess. The people were entertained, not quite understanding that this truly is not planned what’s so ever. Security was there, supposed to keep them away. To keep the people safe. The good thing was that you seemed done with showing your face to people, deciding to hide away into your cave.

“Yeah, stay away you evil fucking-“ Adam jolted, “Stay away from the scaffolding! Where the hell is security?”

Adam watched in horror as the people stormed in. The easily filled out a few stories, and Adam tried to convince the people to get back. Sadly, mob mentality is horrid. Who the fuck messed this up? He couldn’t even spot any kind of security. Jesus. Adam reached into his pants pockets, and pulled out a little remote. Pressing on the emergency button, he hoped security will return.

“Alright people! You’ve had your fun!” He wildly waved his arms around, stopping people on the stairs to go further up, trying to get them to back off, “Get the fuck back to the ground!” Desperation bleed into his voice.

People didn’t bother listening, and some started pushing their hands into the water. They splashed it around, for whatever mindless reason. Adam bit his tongue. Those people really wanted to lose their hand. Scratch that, they had a straight up death wish. People are just getting stupid and stupider.

You felt like you were going to die of fear. All those strangers were surrounding your tank, your home. It was terrifying, having them reach into what’s yours. You felt overwhelmed, your chest tightening and your heart beating so fast that it hurt.

It was so much, you didn’t even know where to start if you wanted to protect your territory. The voices were loud, you could hear Adam yell at them to stay away. Your nails dug into the entrance of your cave. Why is this happening? This shouldn’t happen, right?

You slammed your fist into the stone, and it left wounds over your skin. Oh, do you hate humans. They’re selfish, too occupied with themselves to realize all the warnings signs of incoming attacks. Most siren attacks are at fault of the humans. Enough signals get sent, from the tail flickering to hissing and growling. It’s all obvious, they should know better. Especially with Adam, a human, literally telling them what not to do.

You will teach them.

Pushing yourself off with your hands, you tried to decide on which hand you would pull in first. Maybe you could rip their throat out, and throw their bodies into the crowd. You let yourself swim in circles, you were a few feet away from the water surface. Just as you decided to pull someone in, ready to speed to the surface, something fell into the water.

It was a child.

The voices grew louder, more distressed. The child sunk under the water like a stone. With quick kicks of your tail you grasped the small thing into your arms. It was a girl, about 8 years old. You took her away from the mass of people, and heaved her up on a boulder.

The pitiful, little thing was coughing and spluttering. You gently rubbed a hand over her back.

“Breath.” You carefully instructed her.

Man, do you hate speaking the language of the land dwellers. Sure, you’ve encountered different accents and dialects across the ocean. Some so different that you weren’t able to communicate with the other sirens. Well, all you had to do was make sure that they stayed away. Which they usually did.

The girl was able to stabilize her breathing, she still seemed to be hyperventilating. You couldn’t blame her, really. If you were her you’d be panicking too. You did try to give her as much space as possible. She sat on the rocky surface, while you simply rested your arms on the edge. Your tail was wrapped around the edges.

Did you want her in your tank? No way.

But she was just a child, and you doubt she did it on purpose. She couldn’t even swim. Those obnoxious people probably pushed her in. You’re supposed to take care of your young, not throw them into a tank with someone as deadly as you.

When Adam heard something fall into the water, he knew it was bad. When you put the girl on the rock Adam felt like he was going to die. His heart was beating to a worrying degree, his hands were sweaty and fuck-

He didn’t really register, how he threw his shoes off. In the distance he could finally see some sort of security arrive, but they held tranquilizer guns in their hands. Of course they think its you who went crazy, not the humans. Adam took off his turtleneck, and then he thought about how much time he’s just waisting.

Jumping into the cold water was as uncomfortable as Adam feared. Without his gear this sure sucked ass. Thankfully he’s trained for this. He does remember the rescue training, somewhat. This is totally fine.

Snapping your head towards the sound of another person falling in, you growled in annoyance. The girl was hugging herself, she must be freezing from being soaked.

Oh, it’s Adam.

He was careful, in the way he approached. Still, you did not want him here. There are enough people there, he should go. Before you lose it.

Your body reacted on its own, the way your muscles tensed and claws flexed. Barring your fangs, you growled at Adam’s approach.

And, he did stop his swimming. Adam squinted his eyes at you, nervously glancing at the girl in your. All around him he could hear the commotion. The parents yelling, security calling for backup, the people nervous. And you.

Adam took a deep breath. There’s no way someone could shoot you down without endangering him or the girl. One of these darts hit a human their heart stops, meanwhile it just puts you to sleep for 15 minutes. Kind of unfair, in Adam’s eyes.

“Cmon, baby.” He tried, his voice gentle, “She’s scared. Give her to me.” A kick with his legs, to get closer.

All Adam got as an answer was a snarl, pupils slit, trashing tail and ears flattened. Oh yeah, this is bad. What are you doing? Holding her hostage or something? What do you want in exchange?

It took Adam a good second to properly analyze your body language. You aren’t angry, or even being overly territorial. You’re scared. Adam feels a bit stupid. Of course you are scared. You’ve been attacked by humans before, you’ve obviously been through a lot and here he is, too incompetent to keep masses of people out of your tank. You aren’t stupid, you reckon that the child is, well…A child.

You’re protecting her, in your own way.

Adam can work with that. “Baby, babe, my pearl. I wanna return the child to her parents.” He flexes his fingers, nervously, “I mean no harm. You know me. You’ve been doing such a good job, keeping her safe ‘n all that shit. It’s my turn now.”

Your body language somewhat calmed down. Adam was able to come closer again, before you started becoming distressed. He’s so close now.

Taking in a shuddering breath, he calmly spoke again. “You are a cold bitch but aren’t that heartless. Would you really rip a pod apart, like this, baby?” The ‘Just like your own?’ was left unsaid, but you heard it clearly.

Whatever. Adam can take the child. You have your eyes set on someone else. This disgusting human male still has his hands in your water, splashing it around. The sound, and vibrations you felt were overstimulating, in a painful way. Everything was too much. The light, the sounds, the people. You wouldn’t harm an innocent child, but someone who’s balding should know better by now.

Pushing yourself off the rocky edge, you swam under water. Adam blinked in confusion. Were you going to let him take the child? And when he had the child in his arms you’d pull them both under? With strong movements he was able to get to the rock. He had no other choice but to risk it. He was on his back, pulling the girl with him while swimming back to the edge.

While he did that, a guy was pulled underwater. What a fucking idiot. Adam made sure the girl didn’t see any of that. A dark, growing spot under the water and finally the guy was thrown into the crowd. He was still alive, Adam could see where your claws ripped into him.

His own scars ached at the sight.

There’s no dwelling on the past. With a shake of his head, he finally reached the scaffolding. Picking the girl up, he made sure she was safely in the arms of a security guard, before he got out. His hand wiped away as much water from his face as possible. The child squirmed, and with her small arms she reached out to Adam with a whimper.

Adam sighed, but obliged her. Children love Adam. She tightly wrapped her arms around Adam’s neck, sobbing. His big hand rubbed over her back, and she slowly but surely calmed down. Something was mumbled into his neck, and he hummed quietly.

“What’s up, sweetheart? You’re safe now.” He shushed her, trying to spot her parents in the wild mass. They had to go to the infirmary, to check if she had water in her lungs.

A sniffle, and the high pitched voice repeated herself, “The siren told me to breath.” It was whispered, like it was a secret.

Adam felt himself freeze up. “..It was a very stressful day for you. Look! Your mommy and daddy are here. Fucking finally…” Adam whispered the last part, the girl still giggled at him for his swearing.

The rest was a blur. The girl was fine and Adam got a towel and for once in his life he was telling Sera ‘I told you so.’. Nobody could figure out what caused the breach, and why security suddenly left. It left an uneasy feeling in Adam’s stomach.

Your hands were pressed against the glass, looking down on Adam. His hand was in his chin, and he was obviously deep in thought. You let yourself roll around the water, watching Adam.

This weird encounter with the child left you feeling empty. You like children. Maybe you should have one. Start creating your own pod. Just how could you convince Adam to let another siren into your tank? And only for mating season, they have to leave after that. Or could you even tolerate them the same way you do with Adam…

Adam isn’t a viable pot mate. He’s a human, and his position in your life is fickle. What if he gets fired? Gets bored and leaves? He says he prefers working in the wild, not stuck in an aquarium like this one. One day he will settle down to get married and have children. You gotta accept that.

Could he take you with him should he ever leave?

You should start being more social with your own kind. That’s your new plan. Less possessiveness and more openness. Most are nice, you know that. You just gotta convince your fight instinct of that. Exposure therapy is the way. And, maybe you should stop hanging out with Adam so much.

Adam watched you swim off. His fingers scratched his soul patch. This shitty day is finally over. When he leaves, he makes sure everything is locked down twice, before making his way to his car.

———

This shit sucks ass. Adam hates these fucking conferences. Always when some guy across the country fucks up, every other aquarium has to hold some weird meetings about proper safety protocols and what not.

His ankle rested on his knee, bouncing up and down. Sera stood in front of a slide show, talking about inappropriate relationships with sirens. Some asshole was caught with his pants down in a tank, and now everyone has to suffer. It didn’t even happen here!

Besides questioning the logistics of siren-human sex, Adam wonders how stupid you’ve got to be to get caught. This isn’t even the first time something like this happened, and it won’t be the last. The close relationships being fostered between siren and keeper are basically asking for trouble. Together with more and more evidence pointing out the intelligence, self awareness and consciousness sirens posses, it’s clear that they are on the same level as humans.

Of course, the ethics discussion of ‘Can sirens really consent while in a tank?’ has to be broached by Lucifer.

Adam’s mind wanders to you, and he’s pretty sure that he couldn’t force you into anything even if he wanted to. He makes one wrong step and he’d be dead. Period. You’ve been getting more distant again, which was annoying. At least you were eating. No more tail massages for you, though. You didn’t ask for more and Adam wasn’t going to propose it. What if you’re messing with him? He steps down and he can only get cremated since you’d rip him apart. No thank you.

“You damn fish-sympathizer, how about we all fucking agree NOT to fuck the siren, huh? Is that so hard? Who knows what kind of super herpes those things have, anyways.” Adam squinted his eyes at Lucifer, the weirdo.

“I agree with Adam. We should get back on track. Now, on how to spot the sign of an inappropriate relationship between siren and human in your colleague.” Sera droned on.

Interspecies sex…How’d that even work with you?

———

Adam rolled out of the bed of his one night stand. Usually he hates sleeping over at a strangers place, but her arguments were too good to pass it up. Said arguments were a g-cup. His naked feet hit the cold floor, and he took in a sharp breath.

He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to collect himself. His clothes were scattered across the floor, and he nearly stepped into a discarded condom. Yikes. He got himself dressed. Once Adam made sure that he had all off his important possessions, he took a good look at his surroundings.

On the dresser was a piece of paper, and his number was written on there. His real number. Eugh. Is he insane? Looking around, he grasped a pen into his hand and added in a sloppy 5 at the end. That should do it.

Taking one last glance at the sleeping woman, Adam tried to ignore the fact that she kind of looked like you from the back. He’s going insane. Probably because you’re grey rocking him. It’s all your fault.

He tip toed out of the apartment, and in the parking lot he found his car. Time to get to work. When he wanted to check the time, he realized his phone was dead. Great. Thankfully he has a great orientation. Finding his way to his beloved work place was incredibly easy.

Adam clocked in, and immediately realized that something is incredibly wrong. A lot of the sirens were missing. The tanks were rather empty, and those siren who were left were skittish. Everyone was running around wildly, in a panic Adam has never seen before. The police was there, questioning people.

His big hand landed on Lute’s arm. She looked up at him, a certain nervousness in her demeanor. “What the fuck is going on?”

“You haven’t heard?” She shifted around, uncomfortably on her feet, “I am unsure if I should be the one telling you this, sir.”

“Fucking speak up, girl.” He hissed at her.

“..There was a break in last night. It’s bad. about 65% of our sirens have been stolen.

Yours is gone too.”

#adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #fanfiction #sniigura is feeding my adam addiction

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pairing: barbarian prince! katsuki bakugo x fem! reader.

content warnings: FEMALE READER! violence and injuries, cultural discrimination, prejudice, xenophobia, social ostracism toward the protagonist (you), intense conflict, gender dynamics, emotional distress, animal death, harsh environments, power struggles, language barriers. [lemme know if I forgot something]

gomen if this seems scattered. it was written when I got time and I barely had any during the past two days ╥﹏╥

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 ~ 𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗! 4.1k words prologue!

your world got significantly smaller, restricted behind these stone walls. you sat on the edge of the window of your new chambers, staring out at the vast, jagged landscapes that surrounded you, awaiting your husband's daily visit.

for these past few days, everytime katsuki came to see you, he was covered in soot, sweat, or this amazingly, deliciously, sweet aroma. and you wondered which of them he'd come with today.

the biting chill of the air that graced your skin gave you goosebumps, as you shivered, taking a frigid breath in, "ragna," you murmur, turning to the tall, sturdy woman who stood silently by the doorway.

she stepped forward, expression neutral as ever. she'd been a constant presence since your arrival, being the only one capable of bridging the gap between you and this new world. "yes?" she answered, waiting for what comes next.

"can you tell me about your people?" you hesitated a bit, "i want to understand." patting the cold stone next you.

ragna's expression softened slightly, and she moved closer, making herself comfortable, "of course, my lady," she smiled, "what do you wish to know?"

you gestured vaguely to the walls around you, "everything. how things work. the customs. start anywhere."

her lips twitched, holding back her eager grin, "as you can see, my lady, our clan is nothing like your kingdom," she started, guiding your head to look out the window again and down to where the people were hard at worked in their fields, and moving about with logs on their shoulders, "here, our women hold power. they are life and death."

your brows knitted together at her word phrasing, "how so?"

ragna's voice grew steadier, carrying a note of pride as she spoke of her people, "in your land, men rule because they are stronger. here, women rule because they create. the clan mother is the heart of the people. she births the warriors, guides their steps, and ensures the clan's survival. she is the one who holds the true power."

"she is our leader. a fierce woman, strong and wise." her hands form fists subconsciously, "the men may wield their axes, but it is she who determines where and when they fall. she is not to be taken lightly."

you leaned back, feeling every bump of stone bound together against you, processing everything she said. "this is why they seem so different from my people?"

ragna nodded, "men may sacrifice their children for their people, but women sacrifice everything for their children." your thoughts briefly flashed back to your father... "your arrival disrupts the balance, my lady. some believe you weaken us. others fear change. you are our future." bringing a hand forward to hold yours.

"do they hate me?" you blurted out, fiddling with your fingers as you looked up to the conflicted look that overtook ragna's face.

she hesitated, thinking carefully, "some fear you. others... yes, they do hate you. they see you as weak." she didn't lie, if they could they'd iliminate the weakness on the spot.

your chest tightened, but you straightened your posture, brushing it off. "they too were once weak." you brought your stare up to her's, "and just as they grew stronger, so will i."

before ragna could reply, heavy footsteps echoed in the hall, and both your heads quickly snapped toward the door. katsuki entered, his broad frame making your heart race as your eyes land on him, his presence thickening the atmosphere.

his red hot glare, sharp and unyielding, flicked between you then ragna, and back you, all the way down to your trinket covered ankles that jingle as you walk.

his beefy arms squish you into his chest—a custom you introduced him to as a way of greeting you instead of awkwardly standing in front of you for 20 minutes— and you couldn't help the stupid smile that crawled it's way onto your face, "hvat eru þeir að segja?" katsuki rasped, his tone curt and seemingly straight to the point. ragna stood up, and rattled out a bunch of incoherent words and sentences and your eyes darted up between them, back and forth.

katsuki's jaw clenched, his gaze shifting back down to you. "ekki skiptir máli hvað þeir hugsa," he snapped, turning away. though you didn't understand his words, his displeasure was clear.

ragna's translation was quiet, her attention coming back to you, "he says it doesn't matter what they think."

you rose to your feet, immediately connecting the dots—ragna ratted your doubts out...— you lift your chin to look up at him, "it does matter. if they hate me, it's only a matter of time before they act on it." and ragna's voice echoed behind yours.

katsuki's lip twitched in frustration, but he said nothing. instead, he rested a hefty palm on your head, leaving behind a tense silence that settled heavily in the room.

later that day, katsuki returned to your room, plopping—what you think—is a dead boar, down in front of you and he kneeled beside it. you immediately look at ragna for help. "it's for making you sad you earlier." she giggled, resting a hand on her belly.

"sad? i wasn't- oh..." you too started giggling as you realized, "will he do this everytime i get upset?" you chuckled, cradling his head in the soft cushions of your chest, trying your best to hold in your laugh as she nodded. "i'd like for you to show me your village, instead of a dead animal, katsuki." and ragna's voice followed yours.

and finally, he brought you out of the stronghold for the first time since your arrival, the steady rhythm of his boots, leaving heavy crunches in the gravel as he walked beside you, and ragna trailed a little ways behind. you could feel her eyes burning the back of your head with every step you take...

your skin tightened, perking your nipples under the thin cotton draping your body, as the wind prickled your skin, sending a violent shiver down your entire body. katsuki shrugged his fur cloak off and threw it on you, sending you in a stumble with the force.

"hæ!" he yelled, grabbing your arm, "i'm okay, i'm okay," you giggled, looking up at him, "afsökun," he roughly dusted you off. ragna had rushed to you but with a simple raise of your hand she stopped short.

"thakka thyer," you smiled at him, only to grin wider when you saw the shocked look on his face at the almost familiar sounds that graced his ears. "shall we?" you hug his cloak closer as you continue down the dirt paths that lead into the village, tucked into the valley where the stronghold stood tall against the horizon.

the houses were made of timber and stone, thick roofs sloping against the cold, with the distant hum of activity filling the air. you had never seen a place like this—untamed, rough, and yet strangely beautiful in its own way. the land, harsh and unforgiving, matched the people. you had heard stories of their legendary strength, their ability to overthrow kings and destroy rulers. they were known as conquerors, fierce and untouchable, but now, walking through their village, you see a different side.

the first thing that struck you was the children. in your kingdom, children were raised in luxury and comfort, but here they played in the dirt, their faces smeared with earth and joy. the laughter that filled the air was light, carefree, but it wasn't the kind of joy you were accustomed to. it was raw, unrestrained, and full of life.

a little girl with wild hair and a smudge of dirt on her cheek approached you, holding out a small wooden doll. she spoke in their tongue, too fast for you to try to understand, her wide eyes full of hope.

ragna bent down, translating with a smile, "she says you're very beautiful, that she's never seen someone like you before."

you laughed softly, reaching out to take the doll, the weight of it simple, yet comforting. "thakka thyer," you murmured, hoping you said it right, because katsuki looked at you like you were blabbing nonsense when you said it to him...

the little girl beamed, rushing off to join the other children. you couldn't help but watch her go, her carefree spirit so unlike anything you had known. these children, these villagers— had never been pampered. they never had the luxury you grew up with, and yet, they had things you didn't.

as you walked further into the heart of the village, you saw a group of women working together to prepare food—big cauldrons over roaring fires, knives slicing through meat with practiced ease.

their eyes flicked to you briefly in curiosity. it seems this was their first time seeing a someone as small as you. though their stares started to feel more and more judgemental the longer they looked...

a small group of older men sat nearby, their muscles thick and solid, but their hands were not gripping axes. instead, they were working leather, stitching it together with slow, deliberate motions. they were crafting, mending, tending to what was necessary for survival.

it was a sight that shocked you, the great warriors who were known for their brutality now focused on such delicate, mundane work. you had imagined them only as conquerors, towering giants, but here they were, doing what needed to be done for the survival of their people.

you glanced at katsuki, his expression unreadable as he walked beside you, taking in his features that glowed in the sunset. he looked like the rest of them—stoic, hard, and powerful.

ragna, ever the silent observer, noted the look on your face. "is it so different from what you imagined? my lady," she leaned to whisper.

you nodded slowly, taking in the sight of the men working alongside the women, "they're strong," you murmured, "but also... gentle, in ways i didn't expect."

ragna smiled, "that is the balance of our people. every piece is needed. every role is vital." the softness of her expression a stark contrast to the roughness of her surroundings.

as you walked further, you passed the blacksmith's forge, the rhythmic pounding of a hammer against metal ringing in the air. you had seen blacksmiths at work before, but the sheer power of the men and women here was something else. their muscles flexed with each strike, their movements coordinated, and their fire-forged weapons were some of the finest you had ever seen. the blacksmiths, covered in soot and sweat, didn't look up as you passed, their focus unwavering.

you caught sight of an older woman sitting on a bench near the edge of the village, her back hunched but her gaze fierce. her hands were gnarled from years of labor, but she sat with an air of quiet authority, watching the village with eyes that had seen more than most. you felt a sudden urge to approach her, you wanted to know what it was like to live a life so full of struggle, of strength, and survival. you needed to ask.

but katsuki's voice broke your thoughts. "vér skyldum fara aptr." he said, his tone sharp,—almost a warning or perhaps? or just a desire to keep you close?

you nodded, but before turning to head back, you gave the old lady one last glance, before grabbing on to your husband's arm.

nightfall came quickly, and the air was biting as the sun descended behind the jagged mountains. ragna was at your side, her presence comforting, though the silence between you was palpable. neither of you spoke as you approached the large wooden doors of the council hall, guarded by two massive warriors. their eyes flicked to you, but they didn't move. there was no hostility in their gaze, but the wariness remained, a reminder of how much you still had to prove...

one of the guards nodded at ragna as she spoke briefly in their language. the doors creaked open, revealing the vast room inside—a dimly lit chamber lined with long tables where the most powerful figures of the clan gathered. the air was thick with the scent of stone, fire, and old wood. the council members were already seated, their faces solemn and stern as they discussed matters that shaped the future of their people.

you couldn't help but feel the weight of all their eyes on you, most didn't understand you and didn't care to. you were katsuki's wife, a foreigner, an outsider—and that was all they saw. ragna whispered at your side, "do not be afraid. you are here to learn, my lady."

with a deep breath, you nodded, chin lifting in quiet defiance. no matter how much they resented your presence, you would stand your ground. you weren't just a pawn in their game—at least, not anymore.

the high table at the front of the room was where katsuki sat, his back straight and posture commanding. his eyes flicked to you as you made your way toward the empty seat beside him. the others at the table were much older, faces lined with experience, each one dressed in the heavy furs and iron of their clan, exuding authority and strength. katuki's mother, clan mother, was present as well, seated at the head of the table. her fierce gaze swept over you as you sat, unbothered by your arrival but no less critical.

"sittu hér," katsuki muttered in his native tongue, his voice low and tight, barely above a growl. though his words weren't exactly warm, there was something almost comforting in the gruff tone.

ragna translated softly, in your ear. "he said, sit here."

you nodded to him, your eyes meeting his for a moment before you focused on the other members of the council. you felt every set of eyes on you as if they were all waiting for you to make a mistake, to stumble.

the clan mother spoke, her voice booming, though her words were foreign to you. it was ragna who translated once again. "we have gathered to discuss the future of the clan. there are whispers among our people that threaten our recent unity, and we must decide how we will face these challenges."

your breath caught in your throat at the translation. you knew there were whispers, rumors— but hearing it spoken aloud in such a cold, clinical manner made it finally feel real. you glanced at katsuki, but he gave no sign that he was bothered by the news. his gaze was unwavering and his posture still.

"torvok's faction grows restless," one of the councilmen said, his voice deep and gravelly, though you could sense the unease in his tone. his thick beard seemed to be the only soft feature of his face, as his eyes were sharp, calculating. "they say the blood of our people is being tainted by this foreign bride."

the words stung, though you refused to show it. instead, you kept your chin lifted and your gaze unwavering, even as the room seemed to close in around you.

the clan mother's voice broke through again, sharp and clear. "i am not blind to the whispers. torvok and his followers believe that they can stir unrest, but they will not succeed. our future is bound by the strength of our warriors, but also by the strength of our alliances. the marriage to the princess was not made lightly. it was done for the good of the clan, for the survival of our people."

katsuki's eyes flicked to you briefly, the tension between the two of you unspoken. he was angry, not at you, at those who dared to question his strength and your place in the clan.

"the alliance between our peoples is the only way forward," another councilman spoke, his voice harsh but carrying a trace of concern. "if torvok and his followers believe the princess is weak-"

"gæt þín tungu. þú munt eigi mæla svá um konu mína aftur." katsuki slammed his fist onto the table, his voice echoing through the chamber.

ragna's translation was swift, "he says, you will show respect." she swallowed the dryness in her throat and you passed her your goblet of spring water, and she reluctantly accepted.

the council members exchanged uneasy glances, but none spoke further. the clan mother observed the exchange quietly before speaking again. "we will deal with torvok's rebellion. it will not disrupt the balance of this clan. the princess will learn the ways of our people, and she will prove her strength."

her gaze shifted to you, calculating but not unkind, the weight of her approval—or disapproval—hanging in the air. "þú munt sýna þeim hve sterkur þú í raun ert."

"she says, you will show your true strength to the people." you nodded, your posture straight and unwavering.

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the next day when evening came, a feast was held in the great hall. the smell of roasted meat filled your nostrils and the crackle of firewood greeted your ears, with the low hum of conversations spoken in harsh, guttural tones. you sat beside katsuki, your presence a beacon of contrast amidst the towering figures of the barbarian clan.

you felt their eyes, sharp and suspicious, cutting through your skin like shards of ice. but you kept your gaze level and expression neutral, even as your pulse quickened.

"ragna," you whispered, leaning toward the woman beside you, "are they always this... tense?"

ragna's reply was cautious, as she too had her suspicions, "they are watching... waiting for something..."

you nodded, fingers gripping the edge of your goblet as you brought it up to your lips.

suddenly, a crash echoed through the hall, drawing all eyes to the far side of the room. a figure, cloaked in shadow, leapt forward, a blade glinting in the firelight.

your breath hitched as the assassin lunged forward, and before you could react, katsuki was on his feet, his movements swift and precise. he intercepted the attacker with a growl that reverberated throughout the hall.

"ek mun drepa þig fyrir þetta!" katsuki snarled, his voice a thunderclap of rage.

the assassin struggled, but katsuki's strength was overwhelming. he slammed the man onto the floor, the blade skittering out of reach.

ragna translated softly, "he says he'll kill him for this." leaning down to your ear.

"katsuki," you called, a soft voice cutting through the chaos. he paused, his eyes burning as they met yours.

"bring him to me," you ordered firmly, walking out from behind your table. ragna's translation was immediate, and for a moment, katsuki hesitated. then, with a grunt of annoyance, he dragged the attacker toward you.

the hall fell silent as you stepped forward, your small frame dwarfed by the imposing figures surrounding you. your eyes swept over the room, locking briefly with those who dared to look your way.

"if you think me unworthy of becoming clan mother, then feel free to challenge me." you announced, "do not sneak or cower to take my life." you pick the assassin's dagger up, admiring the shine it gave with the firelight.

ragna translated each word, her voice carrying them with the same fierce determination.

"what is your name?" you asked, looking down at the struggling figure under your husband's strong arms and he mumbles something while laughing, that makes katsuki dig his knee into his spine even more, "my lady, i cannot translate what he said..."

"you cannot?" you seethed, "or you will not?" turning to face a flustered ragna... "very well."

"raise him to his knees," you spat, watching every muscle flex as your husband obeyed. blood trickled from the corner of the assassin's mouth, his defiance still burning in his eyes despite katsuki's unrelenting grip on his shoulder.

your heart was racing, but you forced your voice to remain steady, "do you have a family?" your foreign words sharp and clipped ringing through the hall. ragna, standing by your side, quickly translated. and his head shot up, giving you a good look of his entire face.

he then spat on the ground near your bare feet, muttering something in his language. katsuki snarled, his hand tightening on the man's shoulder, forcing him lower.

"he refuses to answer," ragna said softly.

"so he does have a family..." you grinned, rubbing the handle of the well crafted dagger. "what is your name?" you asked, tilting your head as you burned the image of his face in your head. short black hair stuck to his forehead as he hugged and turned his head away.

"he refuses to answer that as well, my lady..."

you took a breath in, "it seems he is not proud of his actions. a man who hides his name, does not deserve the dignity of forgiveness."

the rest of the clan murmur at your boldness, their guttural voices rising and falling in the background. your husband's usually sharp gaze now fell soft, with a mixture of surprise and intrigue glinting in his eyes.

"tell them this," you turned to ragna, "this man attempted to end my life, not out of bravery but out of fear—fear of change, fear of the unknown." you looked down at him in pity, trying to think of a suitable punishment. "such fear has no place here."

ragna translated, steadily carrying the weight of your words.

"i will not demand his life," you continued, your voice ringing clear. "but he must face the consequences of his actions." you paused again, thinking. "let him carry a mark that will remind him, and everyone here, of his cowardice."

the murmurs grew louder, rippling through the gathered barbarians.

"what... mark?" ragna asked quietly, her brow furrowing in concern.

"hmm... i'm not sure," you pat your chin with the dagger in thought, "oh! i've got it!" you clap, "burn the mark of a coward into his left cheek for all to see." you clasp your hands in content, a bitter smile itching it's way across your lips.

ragna hesitated, her lips parting as though to argue, but katsuki spoke first, his voice low and guttural.

"bróðir," katsuki barked, gesturing toward one of the guards nearby, he stepped forward, his expression grim as he produced a branding iron. the clan fell silent, the air thick with tension.

you stepped aside, allowing the guard to heat the iron in the nearby fire and you turned to the gathered clan, voice strong in your chest, "let this be a warning to all who think to act against me. i am not a woman to be underestimated." something came over you, you couldn't hold back your words... "i am your future clan mother, and i will protect what is mine."

when the iron was ready, the guard approached the assassin, who now struggled against katsuki's hold, his defiance finally giving way to fear. katsuki held him steady, his jaw tight as the iron was pressed against the man's skin.

his screams tore through the hall, echoing off the stone walls. the scent of burning flesh filled the air, and the mark—a simple, sharp rune symbolizing cowardice—was left seared into the flesh of the man's cheek.

"this is mercy," you said firmly, "remember it."

katsuki released the attacker, who crumpled to the ground, clutching his face. katsuki's sharp eyes swept over the gathered crowd before he barked a command, sending the guards to drag the branded man away.

the hall remained silent, every pair of eyes now fixed on you as your pulse thundered in your ears, but you held your ground with your chin raised high.

katsuki stepped beside you his presence imposing and protective. he said nothing, but his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary.

"i will say it again for those who did not hear me the first time." you paused, letting ragna finish her translation, "if you think me unworthy, you are welcome to challenge me." gesturing to yourself, "but know this, i will not fall easily."

"i will protect my people everything i have." you promised, "ég mun verða móðir!" and they exchanged shocked looks, at the familiar words rolling off your tongue.

»»————> 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 <————««

"hvat eru þeir að segja?" - what are they saying?

"ekki skiptir máli hvað þeir hugsa." - it doesn’t matter what they think.

"hæ" - hey! or oi!

"afsökun" - apologies

"þakka þér" pronounced "thakka thyer" - thank you. [it's written in pronunciation form when reader speaks 'cause she's learning.]

"vér skyldum fara aptr." - we should head back.

"gæt þín tungu. þú munt eigi mæla svá um konu mína aftur" - watch yourself. you will not speak of my wife in such a way again.

"þú munt sýna þeim hve sterkur þú í raun ert" - you'll show them how strong you really are.

"ek mun drepa þig fyrir þetta!" - i'll kill you for this!

"bróðir" - brother [because katsuki's mother is clan mother, he referred to the guard as brother.]

"ég mun verða móðir!" - i will become mother

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