you and conan gray love to banter. he’s a sailor, you’re a pirate; in this world, you’re mortal enemies.

when a sea siren captures you both, it knocks you both unconscious and you wake up tied to a chair tight against each other.

conan wakes groggily, wiggling in the tight grip of the ropes.

“..ughhhh!”

she groans, pressed tight against you.