Chapter Five: The Siren's Claim
The morning air was thick with anticipation as the scouts stood on the beach, waiting for
Luna's return. The rising sun cast a pale light across the water, turning the surface into
a shimmering expanse of silver and gold. The previous night's vote still hung heavily
over the group, the final decision weighing on each of them.
Mikasa stood off to the side, her arms crossed tightly, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She
hadn't said much since the vote—there was nothing left to say. Eren had made his
choice, and with that choice, everything between them felt even more fragile than
before. The sting of his decision still clung to her like a deep, unshakable pain.
Armin and Jean stood nearby, speaking quietly to one another, their faces grim. Connie
fidgeted nervously, his hands constantly shifting, as if he wasn't sure what to do with
them. Floch was standing further back, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed firmly on the
water, his expression cold and calculating.
Eren, as usual, stood at the edge of the group, staring out at the sea, his face calm but
unreadable. The wind tousled his hair, but he didn't move. Whatever thoughts were
running through his mind, he kept them locked away from everyone else.
Levi, ever the picture of stoicism, stood with his arms crossed, watching the horizon with
narrowed eyes. His gaze flicked to Eren for a moment, then returned to the sea. He,
too, was waiting for what was coming next.
And then, as if the ocean itself had answered their unspoken call, the water began to
stir.
"There," Armin whispered, pointing toward the shimmering surface of the water. "She's
coming."
Sure enough, a familiar head surfaced from the waves. Luna, her white, coiled hair
floating around her like seafoam, her bright blue eyes locked onto Eren. But this time,
she wasn't alone.
Seven other pairs of eyes appeared, just barely visible above the water. The rest of
Luna's pod had come, and their gazes were just as intense, just as focused as Luna's.
Only the top of their heads and their eyes were exposed, each one partially submerged,
their eyes locked onto their chosen mates with an eerie precision.
The scouts exchanged uneasy glances. It was one thing to know Luna had a pod of
sirens with her—it was something else entirely to see them. To feel the weight of their
stares, the silent intensity of their presence.
Connie swallowed hard, his eyes darting between the sirens and his fellow scouts.
"Okay… that's a little creepy."
Jean grunted in agreement, his brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the
situation. "No kidding. They've been watching us this whole time… just like Luna said."
Luna, now fully visible from the neck up, glided toward the shore, her gaze still fixed on
Eren. The other sirens stayed further back for now, only their eyes and the tops of their
heads exposed. But the weight of their presence was unmistakable.
As Luna approached, Eren stepped forward slightly, his face calm but his eyes filled
with the weight of the decision he had made. "We've made our choice," he said, his
voice steady but quiet.
Luna tilted her head slightly, her gaze softening as she waited for him to continue. She
didn't speak, but the expectation in her expression was clear. The others watched with
bated breath, unsure of how she—and her pod—would react.
"We've decided to accept the bond," Eren said finally, his voice firm.
The tension broke slightly as Luna's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She turned
her head ever so slightly, her gaze flicking toward the rest of her pod. The other sirens,
still partially submerged, remained silent, their eyes glimmering with interest.
It was then that one of the sirens began to swim forward, her lavender hair shimmering
under the morning light. Her eyes, an iridescent shade of purple, glimmered as she
focused intently on Levi. Her gaze was flirtatious, intrigued, her long lashes fluttering as
she swam closer. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if testing the waters—both
literally and figuratively.
Levi's expression remained impassive, though his eyes narrowed slightly as the
lavender-haired siren approached. He stood his ground, watching her with a critical eye,
but his arms stayed crossed. He wasn't going to make it easy for her, no matter how
much she batted her lashes or tried to play with the tension in the air.
Armin, standing a little behind Levi, noticed the siren's movements. "I think she's…
interested in Captain Levi," he whispered to Jean, who merely raised an eyebrow in
response.
"Yeah," Jean muttered, "seems that way."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the group, another siren began to move. This one had
long, burgundy hair that shimmered like the darkest of rubies. Her eyes were
half-lidded, dark and seductive, her gaze fixated on Floch with a predatory intensity. She
didn't blink, didn't waver, as she swam closer, the water barely making a sound as she
approached.
Floch, for his part, met her gaze with equal intensity. His usual cocky demeanor was
absent, replaced by something more calculating. He didn't move, didn't speak, but his
eyes never left hers. There was a strange, almost dangerous tension between them, as
if they were silently assessing one another, weighing each other's worth.
"Floch's definitely got a fan," Connie muttered under his breath, earning a stifled laugh
from Sasha, who nudged him in the ribs.
Luna finally broke the silence, her voice soft but powerful as it cut through the tension in
the air. "You have chosen wisely," she said, her gaze once again focused on Eren. "This
bond is not just for your sake, but for ours as well. We will protect you, strengthen you,
just as you will protect us."
The other sirens, still hovering just beneath the water, began to move closer, their eyes
never leaving their chosen mates. The lavender-haired siren drifted even closer to Levi,
her smile widening slightly hidden under the waves as she watched him. The
burgundy-haired siren, now only a few feet away from Floch, stared at him like a
predator sizing up her prey.
Mikasa, standing on the outskirts of the group, felt her frustration boiling over again. She
clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she watched these sirens—these
creatures—move closer to her friends, to *Eren.* She couldn't believe this was
happening. Couldn't believe they were actually going along with this.
But the decision had been made. And now, the scouts would face the consequences of
that choice.
Luna, sensing the gravity of the moment, gave a small nod. "We will begin the bond
soon. But for now… we will wait. The connection must be made willingly."
The tension along the beach had never been thicker. The water still shimmered beneath
the sun's rays, but there was something electric in the air now—something that hummed
just below the surface. The scouts stood silently, watching with bated breath as the
sirens, once distant and submerged, began to drift even closer to the shore.
They had thought the sirens would leave after hearing their decision, but it was clear
now that their presence would linger longer than expected. Eren's eyes never left the
water, his mind turning over what was about to happen, while the rest of the group
exchanged uneasy glances, trying to process the gravity of the situation.
Then, with the same seamless grace she had displayed the previous day, Luna began
to transform. And she didn't just stay by the shore, she came entirely out of the sea to
Eren.
As she emerged from the water, her white, coiled hair shimmered in the sunlight,
cascading down her back like sea foam. Her body moved fluidly as her shimmering tail
dissolved, replaced by long, powerful legs that carried her effortlessly out of the water.
Her skin, dark and radiant, glowed as she stepped onto the sandy shore, her bright blue
eyes locked onto Eren's.
Luna's transformation into her human form signaled one thing—trust. She had been
testing him, waiting to see if he was worthy, and now, by stepping onto land, she was
showing him that she trusted him enough to reveal her vulnerability. The power she
wielded in the water was gone the moment she stepped on land, and that knowledge
hung heavy in the air between them.
Eren, as always, remained unreadable. His gaze was steady, but something flickered
behind his eyes as Luna moved closer, her expression calm but purposeful. She
stopped just in front of him, her eyes searching his face for a reaction. But Eren gave
nothing away.
Levi watched from a distance, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes taking in everything.
The lavender-haired siren who had been watching him before was still there, her
iridescent eyes glimmering, but she hadn't moved to transform just yet. The others were
holding their ground too, content to remain in the water for now—except for one.
The burgundy-haired siren who has been eyeing Floch like he was her dinner..
The moment the burgundy-haired siren saw Luna step confidently onto land, something
shifted in her. Her deep burgundy hair shimmered beneath the sunlight as she watched,
her half-lidded eyes glinting with mischief. There was a seductive smirk on her face as
she glanced over at Floch, her gaze locking onto him with an intensity that was almost
predatory.
Floch, who had been watching the entire scene unfold with a detached expression,
suddenly stiffened as the siren's burgundy eyes met his. The moment their gazes
locked, it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. Her smirk widened, her
movements slow and deliberate as she began to rise from the water.
Her transformation was nothing short of mesmerizing. The shimmering scales that once
adorned her tail disappeared in a ripple of light, revealing her long, slender legs. Her
skin, soft and gleaming like polished stone, shone in the morning light as she moved
forward, her steps quiet but purposeful. Her burgundy hair clung to her back, curling like
tendrils of smoke as she walked, her half-lidded eyes never leaving Floch.
The other scouts watched in stunned silence, completely captivated by what was
happening. It was one thing to have seen Luna transform the day before, but seeing this
burgundy-haired siren now—especially with the unmistakable air of seduction that clung
to her—was something else entirely.
Jean's mouth fell open, his eyes wide with disbelief as he muttered, "Is this really
happening?"
Connie's eyes darted between Floch and the siren, unsure whether to laugh or be
horrified. "Floch is actually going for this?"
The burgundy-haired siren's smirk deepened as she finally reached Floch, who was
frozen in place, unsure of how to react but clearly captivated by her presence. She
didn't waste any time. With a slow, deliberate movement, She placed her hand on
Floch's chest, her fingers trailing up slowly, lingering just long enough to feel his
heartbeat beneath his shirt.
Floch swallowed hard, his eyes widening slightly as her touch sent a shiver down his
spine. He had always been arrogant, always sure of himself, but in this moment, he was
completely at her mercy, mesmerized by her every move.
Without breaking eye contact, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck.
Then, with a sudden, sensual movement, she pressed her lips to his skin, kissing a
slow, deliberate trail from his neck to his collarbone. Each kiss left behind a mark—a
small, red bruise that stood out starkly against his pale skin. Hickies, one after another,
as though she were claiming him in front of everyone.
Floch's breathing hitched, his hands twitching at his sides as he tried to maintain his
composure, but it was clear that the siren's touch had completely disarmed him. She
wasn't just flirting—she was laying claim, and Floch had no intention of stopping her.
The rest of the scouts were utterly flabbergasted. Sasha's eyes were as wide as
saucers, her mouth agape as she whispered, "Is she seriously—?"
Jean, his face a mix of horror and disbelief, shook his head. "I don't even know what to
say right now."
Even Levi, who was rarely fazed by anything, raised an eyebrow as he watched the
scene unfold, though he remained silent, his usual composure intact.
Luna, still standing near Eren, glanced over at her burgundy-haired siren sister and let
out a soft, amused chuckle. The sound was melodic, almost like a ripple of water over
smooth stones. Clearly, she found her friend's boldness amusing—perhaps even
expected. The burgundy-haired siren had been waiting for this moment, and now that
she had Floch in front of her, she wasn't going to waste any time.
The siren finally pulled back, her hand still resting on Floch's chest, her eyes glinting
with satisfaction as she took in the look on his face. She had completely disarmed him,
left him speechless. With a seductive smile, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing
against his ear as she whispered, "My name is Bria."
Floch swallowed again, his voice barely audible as he replied, "Floch…"
"I know," Bria purred, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She straightened up, her
fingers trailing down his chest one last time before stepping back, her eyes never
leaving his. She had claimed him, and there was no mistaking it now.
The silence that followed was thick with disbelief. The scouts exchanged wide-eyed
glances, completely unsure of how to react. None of them had been prepared for this.
Not like this.
Mikasa, watching the entire scene unfold, felt her stomach twist. This was the reality
they were now facing—these sirens weren't just offering power and strength. They were
offering something far deeper, far more intimate. And they were relentless in their
pursuit.
Luna turned her gaze back to Eren, her expression still calm, though there was a
knowing look in her eyes. She had seen it all before—the power that sirens held over
their chosen mates. And now, she was waiting for Eren to acknowledge the bond that
would soon form between them.
Floch stood there, completely still, his mind reeling from what had just happened. His
heart was racing, his skin still tingling where Bria's lips had brushed against him. The
weight of her touch lingered, burning like a brand. Floch had always thought he could
handle anything, always prided himself on his composure, but the seductive intensity of
Bria had thrown him entirely off balance.
His breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to process the fact
that this siren—this creature—had not only kissed him but marked him in front of
everyone. The moment had been so surreal, so far removed from anything he'd ever
expected. He had thought sirens would be dangerous, cunning, but this—this was
something else.
Before he could regain his composure, before he could even think about what to do
next, Bria was on him again. Her movements were quick, fluid, and before he knew it,
her lips were on his once more—this time more forceful, more passionate.
Bria's body pressed against his as she kissed him deeply, her hands threading into his
hair, pulling him closer. There was nothing subtle about her now; her hunger was
palpable, the kiss long and intense, each second more heated than the last. Floch's
hands twitched at his sides, unsure of what to do, unsure if he even wanted to stop her.
The warmth of her body, the taste of her lips—it was overwhelming, intoxicating in a way
he hadn't expected.
His mind screamed at him to take control, to stop what was happening before it went
too far. But his body… his body betrayed him. He didn't push her away. He didn't move
at all.
The scouts stood in stunned silence, watching the scene unfold in front of them with
wide eyes. None of them had expected this level of boldness, not from the sirens, and
especially not from Floch, who always carried himself with an air of superiority.
Mikasa, however, was not about to stand idly by any longer.
Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her face contorted with a mix of disgust and
frustration. She had seen enough—more than enough. This wasn't just some playful
flirtation; this was something far more intense, and the way Bria was all over Floch, the
way he was just standing there, doing nothing to stop it—it made her blood boil.
"That's enough!" Mikasa snapped, her voice cutting through the thick tension like a
blade. Her eyes burned with anger as she glared at Bria and Floch. "Stop this, right
now!"
Bria didn't stop. She barely even acknowledged Mikasa's words. Her lips lingered on
Floch's, her eyes closed as she continued kissing him with that same relentless
passion. It wasn't until she finally pulled away, her lips still brushing against Floch's, that
she turned her gaze toward Mikasa, a sly, almost amused smile playing at the corners
of her mouth.
Mikasa's fists tightened, her jaw clenching as she glared at Bria. "I said, stop."
But Bria remained completely unphased, her smirk only growing as she looked back at
Mikasa. "Why should I?" she asked, her voice soft, sultry, yet laced with amusement.
She glanced up at Floch, her fingers tracing down his chest in slow, teasing strokes.
"Floch isn't stopping me. If he wanted me to stop, he would've done something by now."
Floch stood frozen, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, still reeling from
the intensity of what had just happened. He didn't say anything, didn't push Bria away,
didn't move to stop her. He simply stared at her, his mind spinning, his body betraying
any sense of control he thought he had.
Mikasa's anger flared even more at Bria's words. "That doesn't mean—"
But Bria cut her off, her eyes locking onto Mikasa's with a confident, almost predatory
gleam. "He's allowing it," she said, her voice calm but firm. "You see that, don't you? If
Floch didn't want me here, he would have pushed me away. But he hasn't. He's letting
me do this."
Her fingers trailed down Floch's chest again, slow and deliberate, as if to prove her
point. Floch's breath hitched, but he still didn't move.
Mikasa was seething now, her heart pounding with frustration and disbelief. She
couldn't understand how this was happening—how Floch could just stand there, letting
this siren take control of him like this. It felt like the world was spinning out of control,
like everything was unraveling right in front of her eyes.
But Bria didn't care. She had made her choice, and now she was acting on it with an
intensity that none of them had expected. Her focus was entirely on Floch, and she
wasn't about to let anyone—especially Mikasa—tell her otherwise.
Jean, still standing nearby, finally found his voice. "This is… insane," he muttered, his
eyes wide with disbelief. "Floch, what the hell are you doing?"
Floch swallowed hard, his mind still racing, but he didn't answer. He didn't know what to
say. He was just as stunned by what was happening as the others, but he couldn't deny
the pull he felt toward Bria—the way her touch sent electricity through him, the way her
kiss had left him breathless.
Bria leaned closer to Floch again, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered,
"You don't need to pretend, Floch. You want this as much as I do."
Floch's eyes flicked to the side, catching Mikasa's furious glare. But still… he didn't
move. He couldn't. Something about Bria had captivated him in a way that defied logic,
defied reason. And though his mind screamed at him to stop, his body refused to listen.
Mikasa turned away in disgust, unable to watch any longer. She had seen enough.
Luna, who had been watching the scene unfold with mild amusement, finally let out a
soft chuckle. "Bria has always been bold," she said quietly, her voice carrying just
enough for the others to hear. "She's been waiting for this for weeks."
The weight of Luna's words hung heavy in the air, and the scouts exchanged uneasy
glances. The reality of what was happening—the intensity of the bonds these sirens
were forming—was becoming all too real.
As Bria stood before Floch, her hand still resting on his chest, the rest of the group was
left to process what they had just witnessed. And for the first time, they truly understood
what it meant to be chosen by a siren.
The bond wasn't just about strength or power—it was about desire, control, and
something far deeper than any of them had imagined.