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“Yuuri, come on!” Phichit held up the beeswax for the prince, but he shook his head.
“I told you, Phichit, we don’t need it!”
“You want to sail through the siren’s rocks without your ears blocked? Yuuri, you’re crazy? They’re going to sing us to our doom. You’ve lived seaside long enough to know that,” Phichit shoved the beeswax at him and Yuuri rolled his eyes.
“Just tie me to the mast or something. I want to hear them.”
Phichit had tested the ropes. He’d tested the ropes multiple times to make sure that they didn’t lose the prince to the sirens. But when he turned from the helm to look at the creatures they were sailing past, he saw the ropes lying limp on the ground and the prince walking toward the side of the ship.
How do you yell to your ship that the man you’re sailing back for is about to jump overboard when your ears are full of beeswax? Phichit abandoned the helm in a panic - the ship could steer itself for the moment. The waters seemed mostly clear other than the jagged rocks of the sirens, and they were sailing straight enough that they wouldn’t hit them. If the ship crashed, they weren’t going fast enough for it to do much damage, and Yuuri was more important.
There was a siren sitting on a rock, and by the way that his lips were moving, Phichit was sure that he was singing. That seemed to be the siren that Yuuri’s attentions were focused on. And he was handsome. Silvery hair, matching the shade and shimmer of his wings, was pulled just away from one of his piercing blue eyes. He was wrapped in a light robe, perched on the very edge of the rock, clearly ready to strike at whatever sailors fell for him.
The siren smiled widely at the ship, his silver hair falling over his eye as he continued to sing. He clearly seemed to recognize that Yuuri was the only one under his call, considering the way that his gaze was so focused on the prince.
Yuuri took another step forward and was falling.
Phichit was too late. He stood at the edge of the steps, frozen for a second before he threw himself forward, looking over the edge of the ship. Yuuri had hit the water, and was sitting there far too calmly. He was swimming toward the siren.
The siren threw himself from the rock, hurling his body toward Yuuri’s and picking him into his arms. He held Yuuri there, close against his body, small wing beats on monstrously large wings keeping them close by the side of the ship. What happened next? Did the siren bash him into the water? Did he just take him back to the island and rip him apart for them all to see?
Phichit had to stop this. He had to save Yuuri, he had to - do… something. He had no idea what to do.
Phichit stood uselessly on the deck as the siren held onto Yuuri’s body, hovering near the side of the ship. He had stopped singing, his mouth completely shut as he clung to the prince. This was bad. The king and queen were not going to be happy if he lost their son to a siren. He grabbed his sword from his belt, rushing forward to grab another member of the crew. Chris was the first person he was able to hold onto, and he pulled him to the edge of the ship, pointing below to where the siren and Yuuri were still flying alongside the ship.
He could barely make out Yuuri’s face, but he could see a small smile on his face, his hand cupping the siren’s face. Phichit stood frozen on the deck. The siren kissed Yuuri sweetly, and Phichit knew that the crinkled up look on Yuuri’s face meant that he was laughing, his arms around the siren’s neck. Their mouths were both moving, some sort of conversation happening between them. Yuuri was lost from the world.
Chris slowly removed his earplugs, rubbing a hand over his face. Phichit did the same, the “Please don’t tell me we just took the prince on a voyage to the sirens’ rocks so he could meet with his boyfriend.”
Phichit covered his face with a low groan. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe Yuuri’s dating a siren, and didn’t tell us. If he’d told us he just wanted to meet up with his cute siren, I wouldn’t have bothered with the beeswax!”
Suddenly, the idea that Yuuri had specifically requested to fly past the sirens’ rocks the last three times they’d brought him between islands made much more sense, and so did the fact that he refused to block his ears as they did. He had been listening for a very specific song. Actually, the rocks, now that Phichit had also removed his wax, were eerily quiet, other than the soft sounds of Yuuri and the siren talking by the water.
“Hey, lovebirds, any chance you could not scare us out of our minds next time!?” Phichit shouted to the two. The siren startled, nearly dropping Yuuri before laughing.
“He’s safe!” the siren called out, soaring toward the rocks and landing there so he could communicate without dropping Yuuri into the water. Yuuri covered his face, pressing himself against his siren’s side.
“I’m sorry! I was going to tell you, but you’d never believe me.” The prince’s favorite crew believing that he had a siren boyfriend? It made more sense now that Yuuri kept turning down suitor after suitor. The siren whispered something to Yuuri, and he nodded.
“Viktor says there’s a port on the back of the rocks. His kind knows our coat of arms, and they know better than to mess with a ship marked with it. You’ll be safe there for a few hours.” Viktor whispered something else and Yuuri’s cheeks lit up. “He says he left food out for you, too!”
Phichit stared at the prince and his siren boyfriend as they turned back to the rocks, disappearing into them. “Well, you heard him! To the shore,” Chris was laughing now, unable to believe what had just happened.
Yuuri returned to the deck later that night, his neck spotted with marks of exactly what the siren had done when he brought him back to the rocks.
“Are we expecting a royal marriage soon?” Phichit teased, bumping shoulders with Yuuri.
“I wouldn’t think so.” He winked conspiratorially, and as he turned away, Phichit saw that a golden ring already gleamed on his finger.