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Reypaytun

[Reypaytun [ˈɾɛj.paj.tun] - Blood red (color) ]

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Tsu'tey x Human Reader

Summary: Tsu'tey wakes up after a night of vigorous lovemaking to blood smeared between your thighs. He does not take it well, panicking hard as he "flees the scene", effectively leaving you behind. Eventually, he learns what really happened and once he does, Tsu'tey is not afraid anymore.

Content warning: Period blood, Period, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Period Sex, Period Cunnilingus, Period Fingering, Squirting, Stomach/Belly Bulge, Size Difference, Na'vi/Human. Idk I feel like "Tsu'tey is not afraid anymore" should be a tag of its own lol

Authors Note: So this was supposed to be pure, filthy porking and nothing more. BUT(!) as with most things that I do, it caught a case of the feels and it became both angsty and filthy, and way out of hand... Sorry? lol Also, I stared too long at that manip and now it just looks stupid and wrong all over lol Might add it on a later date though, if I can find a way to make it look okay, and most definitely to Ao3 when that day comes lol Sorry, I know it won the poll T.T

Tsu'tey didn’t know how he managed to end up where he currently was, curled up behind you, a sky demon, after a long night of intense lovemaking. For months, he had battled with his own emotions, punished himself for the sheer betrayal his heart was pushing on him once he realized what the speeding of his heart actually meant. At first, he had thought it was a side effect of surviving the war with the sky demons - after falling from such a great height. But in the end, he had to be honest with himself that the speeding of his heart had happened long before the war officially came to a head.

No, Jakesully was to blame for this, and no one else. He had brought you with him when he convinced Eytukan and Mo’at to welcome Grace Augustine back into the clan. Along this Normspellman person, you had walked in beside them, a tiny little creature, speeding as fast as you could with your ridiculously small legs to keep up. You had been so helpless and pathetic that the sheer sight of you had made Tsu’tey angry at Jakesully to have allowed you to even join them. Had you been present with Jakesully and Grace Augustine when his betrayal was revealed, however, Tsu’tey knew that he would not have dealt with the situation as reasonably as he had. As it was, however, he ended up falling from the metallic flying machine, littered with bullet holes. Crashing through the forest to the ground, the sky demons greeted him with even more horror. When he came to again, it was your small hands that tended to him until Jakesully and Neytiri could bring him to Mo’at.

After losing his kuru, Tsu’tey had not been kind to anyone, but especially not to you in particular. The words he had said, the strength with which he had grabbed or shoved you, were beneath him, but the fact that it had happened, he could never hide from. And nor did he. Once he got his feet under himself again, once his mind cleared enough for him to realize a thing or two about this new life of his - he had nothing but the wellbeing of the clan and you on his mind. Convincing you to forgive him, to give him a chance, however, had not been easy. In fact, it had demanded all of Tsu’tey’s spare time to prove himself worthy of your affection.

In the end, you reluctantly agreed to date him - a sky people invention where two or more people become mates on a trial basis, to see if you’re compatible. It pained Tsu’tey to no extent to know that this was all you were willing to give him, that you trusted him just about as far as you could throw him. But he had done this, had caused this situation, he needed to stand steady in it or leave you be. Now, Tsu’tey was a lot of things, but a quitter, he had never been.

The courting process - the dating - had been long and difficult, but eventually, you had agreed to live with him in the kelku he had made specifically with you in mind. it had everything you needed within it and although you had been skeptical at first, after seeing all the hard work he had laid down with you in mind, something seemed to click right for once. It made Tsu’tey relax a little, made his anxiousness calm down enough for him to noticeably lighten up again. The first time he had cracked a joke or two, laughing joyfully, Jakesully had choked with surprise. It had been a very good feeling indeed.

With you in his life, everything just seemed easier. Laughter came easier to him, his normally stressed and harsh demeanor mellowed out and despite the fact that you are a sky person, Tsu’tey has never been happier in his life. It’s probably why he lets himself lose control while making love to you. The sounds you make beneath him, the gasped whispers of endearment as you cling to him only fuels his need for you further. For hours, he plows into you, driving you over the edge time and time again until you’re a sweaty mess beneath him, your skin slick and salty, and warm. As his cock presses as far as it can go into you, bulging your stomach enough that he can feel himself, Tsu’tey knows that there is nowhere he would rather be than right here in your arms.

Releasing one last time inside of you, Tsu’tey kisses your lips so softly, it makes you whine. Smiling down at you, he notices how your eyes glitter as you stare up at him. The right thing to do would be to clean you up, to bathe your sore muscles, but at that moment, Tsu’tey loses against the voice in the back of his head that’s telling him to let his scent seep into the very pores of your skin. You fall asleep in each other's arms like that, with loving words and soft kisses on your lips. It is the best few hours of sleep Tsu’tey has had in ages, the best sleep he has had in the month you have lived in their kelku.

But when Tsu'tey awakens early the next morning there's something wrong. Distantly, he registers an iron scent on the air that he knows all too well, but as his mind is slowly waking up, he doesn't pay it much mind. Instead, he runs his large hand over your small body, grabbing your small breast in his large hands as he kisses your shoulder, smiling into your skin as you too awake with a positively satisfied sigh. Tsu’tey runs his hand down your body, over your waist, squeezing your curved and soft hip appreciatively before continuing down to your subtle thighs, pulling a breathy moan from your lips that has his own skin erupt in a million small goosebumps. Continuing on his joyous morning journey, Tsu’tey presses his hand between your legs to find your core already wet and waiting for him. Pressing a finger into you, he lets out a rumble from deep within his chest at how ready you are for him.

Pulling back, Tsu’tey guides you over to lay on your back before slotting himself between your thighs, your hot, moist core smearing slick over his breastbone where it presses into you. Grinning up, he bends his head down, kissing your shoulder, your breasts, giving each nipple a good suck, before continuing down to your molten core, never breaking eye contact with you as he starts his breakfast. Your beautiful eyes are probably why he doesn’t notice the distinct coppery iron scent or the blood that is smeared on the inside of your thighs. Your breathy gasp as his thumb circles your pearl is probably why he doesn’t notice the bloody trail that has seeped from your puffed and raw cunt before he’s there. It takes him back with such shock that he's on his knees between your widespread thighs before either one of you can register what has happened. Lifting his hand to reach out to the blood, he's met with the bloody picture of his own digits between your bloody thighs and core.

"I have hurt you, yawne," Tsu’tey mumbles low, his voice small, even to his own ears. Getting up on your elbows to see what's going on, you look at the blood on his hands and on his chest before you look down at yourself, noticing the blood smeared between your thighs.

"Shit," you swear, clapping your thighs together, hiding your core from Tsu'tey's eyes in apparent shame. "It's alright, Tsu'tey. This happens."

It is alright?

This happens?

Tsu'tey can't believe what he's hearing. His careless mating has hurt you, has caused you to bleed from one of your most sacred places. The immense pain you must have been in while he took his pleasures from you… Shame floods through him and before you're able to say anything more, he gets up to his feet, grabs his tweng and bow, and flees your kelku. Running as fast as his legs can take him, Tsu’tey doesn’t stop until he’s crashing to his knees by the river. Vigorously, he scrubs his hand and chest until his skin feels raw. He can’t get the image of your bloodied cunt out of his head, nor the vulnerable way you had looked up at him. With great shame and stones weighing heavy in his heart, he gets up to meet the hunting party he was to be a part of that morning, only for the hunters to stare weirdly at him.

“Where is your battle band, brother? Your blade?” Atan asks as he steps up to him, Takuk closely following behind.

Patting the bottom of his ribs, he finds the skin bare from its usual protective layer. However, Tsu’tey could not go back to their kelku, even though you might not be there anymore. The sheer thought of crossing your path makes his ears bend painfully low against his skull with shame. Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath before opening them again to stare at his old friend.

“I will go without,” He growls too harshly, making Atan look at him with concern.

“Brother, I do not think that is wise,” Atan starts, but Tsu’tey cuts him off.

“It will be fine,” Tsu’tey bites back at his friend.

“Go back home to get it, we will wait,” Takuk presses, his gentle voice making Tsu’tey sigh deeply.

“Let us go before the hunt will be in vain,” He doesn’t miss the way Atan and Takuk look at each other with worried expressions.

The hunt is not successful. Or at least, not on his part. Tsu’tey is unfocused and stressed, resulting in him missing each and every shot before he’s even able to let the arrows go. When they return, it is without honor for Tsu’tey. Without bidding his friends farewell, Tsu’tey leaves the party to stew alone. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long before Jakesully finds him and somehow that is even worse.

“What’s wrong, brother? Trouble in paradise?” Jakesully ask, immediately souring Tsu’tey’s already sour mood.

“Go away, demon,” Tsu’tey growls, noticing how harsh the words are spoken, making him involuntarily wince.

“Demon, huh? That bad?” Jakesully hums thoughtfully, falling into silence beside Tsu’tey. It takes hours of the two of them just sitting in silence together, Jakesully waiting him out, letting Tsu’tey wallow in his own shame and misery until finally, Tsu’tey breaks his silence.

“I hurt Y/n during our mating,” Tsu’tey admits, the words all but a whisper of shame, but of course, Jakesully hears them.

“Good hurt or bad hurt?” He asks as if there is a difference.

“There is no such thing as good hurt, Jakesully,” Tsu’tey growls angrily at his stupid friend.

“Trust me, brother there definitely is and I can assure you, with your size difference, there absolutely is,” The cheeky grin on Jakesully’s face is beyond infuriating to Tsu’tey.

“I made her bleed from her core, tell me where the good hurt is in that, demon,” Tsu’tey hisses before his shoulders slump, and the anger at Jakesully bleeds back into shame at his own actions.

“Oh…” Jakesully hums, his brother finally understanding Tsu’tey’s distress.

“And do you know what she said to me?” Tsu’tey huffs a humorless chuckle, “It is alright. This happens. Which means that it is not the first time I have hurt her like this, without noticing it - without her telling me. I have let her suffer because of my own greed,”

“Are you sure it isn’t just her period?” Jakesully hums, “I mean, she said this happens, right? The Na’vi don’t have them, but humans do. And it’s not as if she’s stopped your mating, right?”

“What is this period you are talking about?” Tsu’tey asks, because no, you haven't stopped their mating before. If anything, you have been overly eager for it.

“It’s uh… well, Y/n could probably explain it better, but each month human females bleed from their… you know,” Jakesully gestures between his legs, as if the word were somehow shameful.

“From the cunt?” Tsu’tey deadpans, watching as Jakesully’s ears flatten and his cheeks darken with heat.

“So crude,” Jakesully sighs before grinning, “But yeah. It's their reproductive organs, their uh… uterus? The womb. Shredding itself to prep-”

“Shredding itself?” Tsu’tey interrupts, his eyes huge as worry overcomes him.

“It’s uh, it’s her body’s way of preparing a new egg to be fertilized so that she can become pregnant - uh with child, after the current egg didn’t take,” Jakesully hastily continues, his discomfort so clear on his face and in his voice.

“So she is laying an egg?” Tsu’tey fills in, feeling bad for not having succeeded in fertilizing the egg you had worked so hard to prepare for him - for them.

“What? Fuck, no,” Jakesully barks, wiping his hands over his face, “Shit… uh, female humans carry a child in their stomachs, in their womb. It’s a… aw hell, I don’t know what it is, alright. There’s an egg, you jizz in her, she might become pregnant and the egg will develop into a child. If she doesn’t become pregnant, the egg will get washed out with the blood before being replaced with a new one.”

“I see,” Tsu’tey hums, but in reality, he does not see anything. Whatever Jakesully is talking about sounds weird and alien to his ears.

“Some women are in really great pain because of it, while others… - brother, where are you going?” Jakesully shouts after him, but all Tsu’tey can focus on is getting to your kelku as fast as possible.

He had left you alone in your kelku while you possibly were in great pain. He had left you there, too caught up in his own shame and emotions to hear you out when you had tried to explain it to him. Passing his people, he takes no care of them as he rushes as fast as his long legs can take him. Eventually, he’s crashing through the doorway of your kelku making you gasp with surprise where you’re preparing a yovo fruit for yourself.

“Yawne,” He pants, entirely out of breath.

“Are you alright, Tsu’tey?” Your worried words greet him as you put the knife down to greet him.

“Am I… Yawne, I did not know,” Tsu’tey falls to his knees before you, pressing his forehead to your stomach as he bends in on himself. Your hands immediately come up to hold him, your tiny hands gently caressing the base of what remains of his kuru, as you hold him close.

“Are you in pain?” He continues after lifting his head when his worries start to soothe, “Is the egg causing you pain?”

“Ah, you’ve talked with Jake I take it?” You hum with a soft chuckle, your beautiful eyes glittering as you look up at him in amusement.

“I have,” Tsu’tey confirms, bending his head down to look at you. “I do not fully understand, Jakesully mentioned that you might be in great pain, and I… Yawne, I left you,”

“It’s alright, yawntu, this is new for you. I would have warned you, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon,” You look down at him with your gentle eyes as if he hung the stars in the sky.

“I thought that I had hurt you,” He mumbles shamefully, “That I had caused you to bleed,”

“So your first cause of action at seeing me bleed would be to run away, got it,” You grinned up at him, teasing him as if this was somehow funny to you.

“Yawne! I…-” He starts, the protest and shame flaring up inside of him. How could he have acted this disgracefully to his mate?

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding, Tsu’tey,” You laugh openly as you push his head down into your stomach again, your weak arms holding him close as you chuckle.

“I have disgraced our bond, Y/n,” Tsu’tey starts, his heart breaking in his chest.

“Hey, no, Tsu’tey,” You urge, pushing his head up so that he’s kneeling before you at eye level instead. “Listen to me closely, alright?”

You don’t continue before Tsu’tey reluctantly nods his head, your small hands still on his face, comforting him through what must be a quite distressing time for you.

“Reacting as you did to seeing blood is alright. Especially for someone who has experienced violence as you have,” You pause until Tsu’tey realizes that you’re waiting for him to nod his head in understanding, “We mate with such passion that your conclusion wasn’t farfetched,”

“I do not know this word; farfetched,” Tsu’tey looks into your eyes, reveling in your patience with him.

“It means that it was not a foolish conclusion to come to, that it was within your right to think of it,” You smile again as if he has hung the stars in the sky while your thumbs caress his cheekbones comfortingly. “I’m small compared to you, and you are certainly huge in all aspects of the word,”

Tsu’tey can’t keep his chest from puffing up with pride, no more than he can keep his lips from forming a smug smile. Huffing up at him, your fingers take hold of the base on his ears, making them twitch.

“Behave, yawntu,” You grin up at him, letting him know that it is all in fond fun. “You have never and will never hurt me while mating, Tsu’tey. I don’t know if you’re even capable of doing such a thing,”

You stare up at him while he lets your words sink in, coming to the conclusion that you know best and that Tsu’tey has to trust your judgment. Sighing with the release of his stress and worry, Tsu’tey bends his head down to rest his forehead against yours. It’s comforting the way you’re still holding onto him, grounding him as if you somehow already knew what he needed despite your young bond.

“This period, this blood, can you tell me more about it? I wish to understand it so that I can better help you when it comes,” Tsu’tey hums, opening his eyes to look into yours.

“Of course, yawntu,” You smile beautifully up at him before slowly pulling away.

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him over to your nest, waiting for him to sit down before you bend your small legs to sit between his bigger ones. Taking both of his hands in yours, you look up at him as you start to explain what a period is, chuckling softly at his horrified expressions while explaining about your uterus shredding and how that causes the blood to dribble out. You walk him through everything, about how to contain it, about how you usually manage the pain, and how there are different methods.

“How else may I help you ease the pain, yawne?” Tsu’tey presses on when he notices you’re holding something back.

“It’s uh…” You stutter, your beautiful face darkening with an embarrassment Tsu’tey doesn’t understand. “There’s the act of mating, of - of reaching completion,”

“Mating?” Tsu’tey parrots, his eyes growing huge as his ears rotate forward with undivided attention.

“The act of mating reduces the cramping and reaching completion eases the pain,” You mumble, not able to meet his eyes head-on, “But it’s not something you have to do. I’ve got my heating pads, warm blankets, and excellent pain meds,”

At the mention of medication, Tsu’tey wrinkles his nose with distaste. He had never been fond of the sky people medicine, and to hear that you regularly take them to control a pain he could be helping you with, makes his anger flare. Slicking his ears back with annoyance, Tsu’tey huffs loudly.

“It is no bother for me to mate with you, yawne,” He starts, noting how your cheeks darken even further, “A little blood has never scared me before and it will not start now. Please, let me help you,”

“You really don’t have to, Tsu’tey,” You try again, your embarrassed little face looking up at him full of love and wonder.

“I want to,” Tsu’tey whispers, bending down to rest his forehead to yours again.

“Are you sure, yawntu?” Your eyes portray it all, your uncertainty, your need for him.

“I am, yawne,” Tsu’tey rumbles as he crawls over you, forcing your small body to bend backward to lay back in your nest.

It brings him straight to your hot core, the coppery iron scent strong and warm when he takes a deep breath. He isn’t afraid anymore though. This period had personally insulted him, but now, Tsu’tey would show you what a man truly was. Growling, he plops down on you, the entirety of his weight pressing the air from your small lungs, just how you liked it. The warm heat from your core wraps around Tsu’tey’s lower chest, lulling him to grind his hips into the soft nest beneath your bodies.

“You take my breath away, yawne,” Tsu’tey breathes as he lets the bridge of his nose run up the side of your neck, smirking childishly when it makes your breath stutter in your chest.

“Tsu’tey…” You gasp as he reaches your lips, kissing you long and deep.

The way your small hands clutch at his shoulders to hold on makes something inside of him snap. It’s ridiculous how every touch from you sends him over the edge, breaking the hard-set control he has over himself. You’re simply intoxicating to him. Running his hand down your flank, Tsu’tey lets his fingers flutter over every dip and roll of your soft skin, taking pleasure in the way the contact makes you moan. It never ceased to amaze him just how soft your skin was. The very first time you had allowed him to touch, to feel you, he had lost himself in your body, emerging only when the sun rose once more. His eyes had been blown wide the following day, much to everyone’s amusement.

Now, it was no different. The very scent of you stoked the fire within him, edging him closer to the point of no return, to the point where there was no one but you and him in this life that Eywa had graced them with. Giving you parting butterfly kisses, Tsu’tey dips his head lower, letting his lips trace an incoherent trail until he reaches the top of your chest. He’ll have to part with your thighs around his chest if he is to continue. A part of him doesn’t want to, but the needier part of him claws at his insides for Tsu’tey to present him with the sweetest nectar of your core. It’s the part of him that wins, in the end. Wrapping his hands around your thighs, Tsu’tey gently parts them from around his chest, pushing them back, opening you up like the most precious of flowers.

He’s presented with the same sight as he was that morning, your cunt puffy and red, needy and ready for his ministrations. The blood that slowly comes from your parted lips doesn’t scare him anymore. It’s so… little? Yet, that very morning, it had seemed almost too immense for him to comprehend. Curiously, Tsu’tey runs the pad of his thumb through the red liquid, marveling at the way it colors the blue skin of his thumb. Wiping it away from your entrance, however, only produces more as he forces your lips to part. Smiling to himself, Tsu’tey bends down to kiss the inside of your knees before starting his journey to the core of his desire. He takes a moment to marvel at your own stripes, the silvery, pink, brown, and purple smooth grooves that paint your skin in some places. Never would he have believed sky people worthy of such beauty, but yet again, you had proved him wrong. Your stripes are so different from his own, more like the lightning that crosses over the beautiful Pandora skies. Running his fingers over the stripes on your lower stomach, Tsu’tey marveled at your beauty for a moment before getting to his stomach between your spread thighs.

This close to your cunt, Tsu’tey can see everything. Hears your heart beating frantically in your chest as your blood courses through your veins. Tsu’tey can smell everything. And it makes something wild within him roar to life. His mind zeroes in on one thing and one thing only. Distantly, he registers that you’re talking to him, that your small hands find their way into his braids, but he’s lost in the spell you have over him. Running the pads of his thumbs along the outer lips of your cunt, Tsu’tey is helpless but to lick his lips as your red speckled slick coats his journey. Pressing gently on the silky smooth skin, he watches as your cunt opens up for him, watches as the impossibly small slit stretches the further he pushes.

Repeating the motion, Tsu’tey growls desperately when a fresh dollop of slick emerges from your cunt, the red speckles in it almost beautiful as it slides downward. Unable to hold back anymore, Tsu’tey leans forward, bumping his nose into your swollen pearl as kisses the warm, slick core of your cunt. The sound is almost rudely loud in your otherwise quiet kelku. The slick sticks to his lips in thin strings when he pulls away just far enough to meet your eyes over the swell of your stomach and breasts. Licking his lips, his nostrils flare as the taste hits his tongue, effectively sending his brain into a frenzy. Almost immediately, Tsu’tey dives back in, this time plunging his tongue straight into your core, lapping eagerly at your soft, warm walls. His nose keeps hitting your precious pearl, the hot air from his lungs blowing over it in rapid succession as he dines on a taste he’s never had before.

The taste of your coppery blood combined with the impossibly sweet and heady taste of your natural slick had Tsu’tey all but whining between your thighs, his digits tightening around the plump of your thighs as he held on for dear life. Driving his tongue as far as he’s able to reach inside of you, Tsu’tey breathes heavily as he makes a seal around your cunt, sucking while he licks at your insides. The taste of you explodes on his taste buds with each lick, making him push further and further to get more. He feels almost desperate when your small hands pull hard at his braids, trying your best to lift his head from your molten core.

“T-t..” You stutter, your breath coming harder than his, “T’ey,”

“Yawne,” Tsu’tey answers your call, his voice husky and raw, even to his own ears.

But you’re too far gone. With the little break that you obtained, your head falls back, hitting their nest while you continue to breathe heavily, your small chest lifting and sinking rapidly. It fuels something so primal inside of Tsu’tey that he physically had to clutch onto the bedding to keep himself from pouncing on you. He doubts the stretch would have truly hurt you, had he not been able to hold himself back. The amount of slickness and the plump readiness of your cunt told him as much, but even though you had told him how much you loved the stretch, Tsu’tey was acutely aware of your size difference.

So instead, Tsu’tey eases two digits inside of you, grinning proudly when he meets no resistance, just the slick, plump heat of your hole. Spreading his fingers, Tsu’tey watches as your head bends further back, a moan escaping your gorgeous red-bitten lips as he adds another finger. Like this, you’ve told him, he’s bigger than any human male known to history. It makes his chest puff ridiculously with pride. Add his own cock to the mix and you were a pampered little mate.

“What are you thinking about, yawntu?” You huff a chuckle as you look down at him.

“Nothing, yawne,” Tsu’tey smiles as he leans up to kiss your lips.

Pulling back, there’s red smeared on your face. The realization that he’s wearing you on his own face has his tail whipping painfully behind him with excitement. There’s something so intimate about this, an experience a Na’vi mate could never give him. For a moment, Tsu’tey thanks whatever power Eywa had in changing his mind, whatever made him turn on his opinion and pursue you. Staring down at you, there was no doubt in Tsu’ey’s mind that no atokirina could ever compare to your beauty. Try as she might, the Great Mother could not create anything even comparable to the beauty you held in his eyes. Grinning smugly, Tsu’tey spread your legs even wider with his knees, huffing proudly when your breath hitches.

The way his chest breathes deeply makes his heavy cock glide through the slick of your cunt, your size difference enough for there to be enough motion between you. The sheer heat of your cunt never ceases to amaze him, and try as he might, he’s unable to keep his hips from thrusting, to keep himself from seeking out your tight, slick heat. Pulling back, Tsu’tey meets your eyes as the head of his cock catches on the slick, hot “O” of your cunt. Swallowing audibly, he watches as your body shivers, your cunt spasming, kissing his cock head with an excited greeting. Wetting his lips, Tsu’tey presses forward, feeling his cock crown the tight circle of your cunt before you clench, sending his cock sliding through your slick to end under your navel.

“Tsakem rä'ä si, txopu rä'ä si, yawne,” Tsu’tey growls, his accent heavy, “Do not do that. Do not be scared, yawne,”

“I could never, yawntu,” Lifting your small arms, Tsu’tey bends down for you to grab onto the back of his neck, letting your weak arms press him down into a gentle kiss that touches his very soul.

Leaning his forehead to yours, Tsu’tey tries pushing forward again. The angle is weird like this, making it difficult to line up, but he wants to be close to you, wants to watch the exact moment he breaches your body, just so that he can see your pupils dilate to nothing but black. His cock catches on the ripe, slick circle of your molten core, but this time, when he presses forward, you don’t clench beneath him, denying him access. Instead, your body grows boneless beneath him as you relax, allowing him passage to the innermost sacred place of your body. It’s the easiest, most difficult glide Tsu’tey has had in his entire life. Never before has your body felt like this, clutching onto him as if the very thought of him leaving sent panic through your slick walls.

Groaning, Tsu’tey stills, letting the stretch of his size cement for just a moment before he pulls his hips back, tutting at your distressed whining before he slams into you, this time guided by the slick from his first slide. It fills you up to the limit, the head of his cock hitting that gloriously smooth and plush thing deep inside of you. It caresses the shaft of his cock, just behind his sensitive head while le butts into your wall. Distantly, he knows that he can go no further, but he still tries, pressing until his hips finally meet the plush meat of the crook of your thighs. You’re spread so wide beneath him that for just a moment, he wonders how you haven’t broken yet. Instead, you’re clutching onto him as if your very life depended on it, and when he pushes up on his hands, pressing the full weight of his body on your connection, he can see why.

Beneath your navel, there’s the clear indentation of his own cock beneath your skin. It isn’t the first time Tsu’tey has seen it, but there’s something about it this time that sends him over the edge. Involuntarily, his hips thrust hard, sending your body upward with the sheer force behind it. Your small shoulders meet his wrists, stopping your journey as his cock presses further into you from beneath. It’s a surreal thing to see. One moment, you’re gasping, eyes wide in shock, and the next, there’s something hot spraying from your cunt against his abdomen as your cunt ripples harder around him than ever before while you scream. Your orgasm lasts longer this time, squeezing Tsu’tey’s cock hard as your cunt tries its hardest to milk the juices that it so longs for. But it’s not the orgasm that has Tsu’tey perplexed.

“What was that, yawne?” Tsu’tey asks, his voice unrecognizable to his own ears.

But all you respond with is a series of ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ while you covered your face from his eyes. Now, Tsu’tey was no fool, he knew your rambled string of words meant that you were in incomprehensible pleasure. It had happened the first time he ate from your core, the first time his fingers had entered your cunt, and especially the very first time his cock had stretched you around his size. So with that knowledge, Tsu’tey set out to get the same reaction again, if only for his own pleasure at seeing it.

With the same eye for detail, Tsu’tey repeats his motions, pulling back before entering you halfway once again. It sends your head back with a long wet moan, your puffy lips parted as you grab a hold of his wrists, preparing yourself for what you so obviously have anticipated to come. Grinning, Tsu’tey slams into you a little harder than he had meant to, but it’s all the same to you. Your loud moans fill your kelku as Tsu’tey presses further, testing the limit. It doesn’t happen immediately, like the first time, but Tsu’tey isn’t deterred. He is a man on a mission, a mission he is hellbent to succeed. And sure enough, after a while, your mouth starts forming that series of ‘no no no no no’ that always comes before something mesmerizing. It spurs Tsu’tey on, his mind chasing that burst of excitement, so pure, from your body’s core.

Thrusting faster, harder, Tsu’tey is not disappointed when he looks down just in time to see that same clear spray emerge from your core, coating his abdomen not just once as before, not twice, but four times. In time with your cunt contracting around him, Tsu’tey was helpless but to give into your core’s demand. With a final thrust, he sheats himself as deep as he’s able to while his body pumps you full of his seed. He’s breathing hard as he lays down on top of you, holding you captive beneath him while you breathe.

“You are,” Tsu’tey pants, taking deep breaths before continuing, “Amazing, yawne,”

Kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your gasping lips, Tsu’tey takes pity on you for a second, balancing most of his weight on his elbows, only for you to whine in annoyance. Huffing a chuckle, Tsu’tey slides down carefully once more, watching you closely as his full weight is on you again. Never would he have imagined his weight to be such a comfort to you, but as you hide your face between his pecs, Tsu’tey is left to drift on the sensation of your combined bodies while you land. He doesn’t know how long it takes, but by the time you emerge from his chest, the chill of the setting sun has started to creep into your dark kelku.

“Welcome back to Pandora, yawne,” Tsu’tey teases, only for you to clench your cunt around his sensitive cock, making him hiss.

“You are a cruel man, yawntu,” You huff, but the poorly hidden amused smile lets him know that your words have no bite to them.

“I am,” Tsu’tey agrees, grinning widely as he kisses your lips. “What does that make you, ma muntxate?”

“An innocent bystander?” You try, your sheepish grin mesmerizing Tsu’tey’s heart.

“You, ma yawne,” Tsu’tey starts, leaning down to hover over your lips, “Have never been innocent a day in your life,”

It brings the most beautiful laughter from your lips, a laughter that doesn’t immediately die down, but instead continues on until it gradually fizzles out. At this moment, Tsu’tey wishes that he could make tsaheylu with you, that he could show you the love that blossoms in his heart, a love that is so strong he’s not certain he could stay true to Eywa if challenged. But you do not have a kuru and he… he does not have his kuru anymore. Still, with everything that you are, you try your best to fill the gap he’s missing, letting him know how much he’s loved without actually having said the words before.

“I love you, Tsu’tey,” Because, of course, you would read him so easily. The notion is no less meaningless to Tsu’tey’s ears though.

“I love you, yawne,” He hums, kissing your lips slowly before hovering above them again, catching your eyes in his, “I have for a very long time,”

It’s an intimate moment, one heavy with emotions, with trust, and honor. You’re both from different worlds, but somehow, together, you have made it work, supporting each other with everything that you were. Tsu’tey knows that there will be nothing in this life or the next that can keep him apart from you. Beneath him, you reach a hand out to brush two of his braids beneath his ear, your small fingers gently rubbing his ear on your way back. Smiling, Tsu’tey gets up to his knees, watching his cock move inside of your small cunt. Pulling out, he watches as your red-speckled slick and his luminescent seed stick to his cock. There’s a mixed string connecting the head of his cock to the puffy mouth of your cunt for a moment before it breaks in the chill evening air. A moment later, however, his seed runs out of your wide-stretched, red hole. It’s beautiful.

Leaning forward, Tsu’tey attaches his mouth to your open cunt once more, sucking his seed and your slick from your abused and tired hole. If possible, your cunt is even hotter, even softer than before as he digs his tongue inside, slurping loudly even to his own ears. The plush of your thighs has collapsed shut on each side of his head, your cute weakness trying to push his head away, but Tsu’tey will drink his fill of you. Not even your gasped whines from above stop him in his ministrations before, as you desperately ramble, something sweet hits his tongue and face once, twice before your thighs fall dead from his head.

It takes him a moment to realize what has happened, but when he does, his cock twitches with interest. You, however, lay completely boneless above him, your breathing coming hard and fast, your eyes closed. Taking pity on you, Tsu’tey licks his lips before gathering you up in his arms. A bath would do you both good before some food and sleep. In the morning, Tsu’tey would quench his thirst for knowledge and you would let him, one way or the other. Grabbing a blanket, Tsu’tey wraps it around you, covering your modesty as he learned the hard way how sky people valued that sort of thing. Walking out of your kelku, Tsu’tey headed toward the river.

“Brother,” Jakesully shouted from the entrance of the communal meal, “Dinner was served a while ago,”

“We will eat at home, Jakesully,” Tsu’tey turns to his… friend, only for the man in question to holler loudly.

“Yo, Tsu’tey got his wings, alright!” Jakesully announces loudly, pulling the curious stares of Atan and Takuk.

Tsu’tey pays them no mind, however, as he continues his walk down to the river. He has a mate to take care of, one who brings him such joy he hardly believed he was still alive some days. To know that you felt the same as he - Tsu’tey could ask nothing more of the Great Mother.

That pesky egg of yours, however…

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Bookshop AU - The All Saint's Party Incident: Outfits

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spiritual successor to "people turn into FUCKING SHRIMP"

#tsv #tsv spoilers #the silt verses spoilers #thank you jon ware and muna hussen for your continued writing of truly pathetic men

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Sketches of Times Lost

Day 11: Surrogate

thancred searches for release. if only it was so easy.

thancred x hilda, mentions of thancred x wol (pining for her like a fool). set during heavensward patches. written for ffxivwrite2024. rating: explicit tags: explicit sexual content, dissociation during sex, mildly dubious consent, hair pulling, hand jobs, rough body play, piv sex, fantasizing about someone else. 2306 words ao3 link

notes: hw patches are 2 years after arr on aureia's timeline, so thancred is 34 here. aureia looks a lot like hilda. unexpectedly and unintentionally. i have cursed character design choices. weeeee.

Memory is a fickle thing.

There are good memories and bad memories. Memories that bring joy, that lift one up even from the depths of greatest despair. There are memories that ache, stinging like open wounds, refusing to heal. Memories that haunt, full of regrets that cannot be undone. But memory not just defines a person; it makes them who they are. Who are you, if you cannot remember yourself? Actions past, mistakes made, torments suffered, lessons learned…

The sum of a soul is made of memory.

And yet there are times when he can do without it.

These days he doesn’t know himself. A sad, pathetic shadow of the man he once was. No point on dwelling on all that has come to pass since the Bloody Banquet, but his point still stands—he has changed, and not for the better. Try though he might, any attempt to draw himself out of the dark stupor he is trapped in makes no difference.

The best he can do now is distract himself. Drown out the noise. Numb the pain. Forget the memories.

Which brings him to now, and this small, threadbare room tucked away at the back of the Forgotten Knight, stripped of everything but its essentials. The place he goes to drink and fuck when the Scions of the Seventh Dawn don’t require his skills. More of the first these days, less of the second.

His charms weren’t what they were before.

If he even had any to begin with.

Breath in his ear, lips nuzzled against his throat, and the scent of sweat and ale and gunpowder fills his nostrils. Desire stirs in the pit of his stomach as Hilda embraces him from behind, her breasts pressing firmly against his back. Her arm snakes around his waist, holding him firmly in place as she tugs at the laces of his trousers. He stills, a groan lingering on his tongue, and her palm brushes the growing bulge. She’s stronger than she looks at first glance, broad muscles rippling beneath the stiff sleeves of her leather coat. The harsh physique that comes from a childhood spent scrapping for food on the streets. It never quite leaves you, even when adulthood fills you out and access to regular meals are no longer a concern.

He should know. He is this way, too.

A Brume brat and a street urchin from Limsa. Perhaps they have more in common than they thought.

She drags a bruising kiss across his jaw, her other hand threaded in his hair. A tug on his ponytail, sharp but controlled, testing the boundary. “This all right?” she asks, her voice low and wanting.

He closes his eyes, wishing she would get on with it. No sense in a drawn-out seduction when they’re both here for the same thing. “Aye,” he grunts. “When I said do what you will with me tonight, I meant it.”

Husky laughter murmurs across her lips. “Not bad for a grizzled old rogue.”

“I’m not old.” Difficult to remind himself of some days. Thirty-four is not old, and yet some days he feels the weight of those years in duplicate. Perhaps the Lifestream stole his youth along with his aether, the way it stole Y’shtola’s eyesight.

“Older than me.”

Gods above, he’d rather not think about how much.

“But I know you ain’t, I’m just pesterin’ you.” Hilda’s lips brush his ear, her teeth scraping his lobe as she pulls his laces loose. He exhales a ragged breath, stiff, frozen by her touch, a deep aching pulsing inside him as she slips a hand beneath his waistband and caresses his hardened length. “But if you didn’t protest it so much—”

It’s no protest, it’s a… Gods. He doesn’t know. This is the sort of thing Aureia once teased him for, but somehow when it happens with Hilda the joke loses all its appeal.

“—it wouldn’t nearly be so much fun to say.”

“I—”

She pulls his cock free. Cool air passes over his exposed skin, at odds with the rough heat from the friction of her fingers. One stroke, two—his head fuzzes, the fog of arousal flooding his senses. He groans, a flush of embarrassment creeping across his cheeks and down his neck.

He could come right now if he let himself, and it would do him no favours in terms of avoiding the accusations of grizzled age.

So, he closes his eyes and leans back into her, allow her to touch him how she pleases. Her lips across his jaw, her fingers in his hair, her hand on his cock. She works swiftly, coaxing numb desire from him with every stroke, her fingers some paradox of coarse and delicate as she grips him around the tip and squeezes. Pleasure spreads from his core, sensationless and distant, like the faraway buzz he sometimes gets after the fourth or fifth drink while chasing oblivion with yet another one.

He grits his teeth and clamps his mouth shut, strangling the moan in his throat. It’s too soon to be done with this. Hilda would leave and he would only end up seeking it out again, with his own hands if he must. Perhaps that would be better for them both. Save her the shame of being with someone like him. It’s not serious—neither of them ever claimed it to be—and it was admittedly fun when it started. He can’t say it is any longer. She’s young. She can certainly do better than him.

And on his own, he is free to imagine. They both know there is someone he would rather be fucking than her.

Hilda exhales a sharp breath and her hand stills. “Not workin’ for you, eh?” she asks bluntly.

He closes his eyes, his stomach in knots. “It’s good. Wonderful. Nice—”

“Thancred, if you don’t want to, you better tell me.”

He twists, spinning around, and seizes her by the shoulders. She gasps, ruby eyes wide with surprise, but does not protest as he presses a rough kiss to her mouth. “I’m not here for you to play with me,” he growls, gripping her ass. “I’m here for you to fuck me.”

A wicked smile spreads from ear to ear. “Then get on the bed,” she says, pressing a hand to his chest. “Now.”

She shoves him.

He backs away, the old floorboards creaking beneath his steps, and his knees hit the mattress. She’s on him a moment later, sailing into his arms, her mouth hot and urgent against his. He wraps his arms around her as she kisses him, the fog seizing him once again as her tongue slips into his mouth. She pushes him down on the bed and straddles him, thighs pressed tight against his. Her hips roll once and he arches his back, a moan ripping free from his throat.

“There we are,” she says, eyes dancing eagerly. Panting, she brushes her long, dark hair out of the way and strips off her jacket, tossing it on the floor. Her shirt follows next. He stares dumbly, entranced, the fog clouding his mind as she doubles over and undoes her own trousers, her arms pushing her breasts together. “This doin’ it for you now, then, eh?”

A flash of black hair, the ends tinged red. Ruby eyes, curious and fierce. The hint of a small smile, the one she saved for him—he hasn’t seen it since Ul’dah. He may never again.

It isn’t Hilda’s fault that she and Aureia look so much alike. What hellish coincidence did Halone have to design to ensure that the two most infamous half-Elezen women in Ishgard would not only resemble each other so closely, but become best of friends?

He swallows. “Aye,” he says, the syllable slurred as he forces it past his tongue. “Aye, it is.”

She peels her trousers down and grinds against him, the slick heat between her legs achingly hot. She bucks her hips again in that quick, succinct way that gets him panting, and flips her long hair over her shoulder. “What else does it for you, hm?” she asks, stretching her hands above her head and arching her back to give him a good view.

His gut twists and he bites his tongue. There is someone he would much rather have on top of him. It feels wrong—dirty, callous, shameful—how easily it is to imagine what she would look like. A fantasy he can barely admit to himself.

Stop it. Get that out of your head.

“That…” He sighs and closes his eyes. “Aye.”

She stills. “You ain’t even lookin’.”

He opens his eyes. “I did. I am.”

Her hands flops to her sides and she cocks her head, making a face. “What do you want, then? This ain’t exactly the best time for a list of suggestions, but if you want ‘em, I have ‘em. Otherwise, I’m startin’ to feel that you would rather not—”

“I do.”

“You keep sayin’ that, but Thancred, I can tell you’re not all the way here.”

His jaw clenches. He lies back, staring at the sloped roof, the exposed beams. The unlit hearth, blackened and oily and cold as ice. The mattress sags beneath their weight, the bedframe creaking, the bedspread thin and scratchy. How many times have they found themselves in this room, him and her? How many times has he wished it was someone else?

“I’m here,” he says at last. “I… my apologies. There have been many distractions of late. Many concerns.”

“Yeah, I’m sure about that, Scion business and all. I get the same shit from Aureia.” She pauses, her ruby gaze lingering on him. “I don’t want your apologies. Too formal for my liking. Do you want to fuck or not?”

He hesitates. For a brief moment, the ghost of no, I don’t lingers on his tongue. But he can’t say it. His body is aching, he is craving the haze of bliss, the few passing seconds where time stretches out and for once he does not have to godsdamn think. So he does want this (does he?) after all.

Even if it’s not with her.

He pushes himself up on his elbows and kisses her, quick and rough. “Aye,” he murmurs. “What must I do to convince you of it?”

She smirks and trails her fingers across his cheek. “Nothin’,” she says. “I rather like the look of you flat on your back.”

He grins. Hollow, empty, but present.

She presses her mouth to his—breath hot in his mouth, teeth scraping his lower lip—and pushes him down. He falls, willingly, easily, eager to drift. When the unspoken presence of someone neither of them wish to mention isn’t bearing down on them, sex with Hilda is easy. Uncomplicated. She enjoys being in control.

He enjoys allowing someone else to make the decisions.

The fog tugs at his mind, lulling him to numbness even as Hilda takes his cock in hand and slips it inside her. The slick heat sends a pleasant shudder down his spine and he grips the bedspread, twisting it between her fingers as she slowly rides him. He does his best to watch her, keep eye contact, groan and moan at the right time. Her hips roll and his own respond in kind, thrusting up into her with a steady, simple rhythm.

He trusts his body to do what it must, chase the high it yearns for. Maybe then his mind can catch a fucking break.

Hilda lolls her head, her long, dark hair sweeping over her like a curtain. Her gaze darts across the room to the window, observing the shift in light. She slips a hand between her legs and strokes her clit, her lips pressed together as if she were listening to a boring sermon. She shudders when she reaches her climax, the clench sending a desperate spike of arousal coursing through him. He gasps, back arched, and lets go of his release at last.

The sweet nothingness of numb pleasure seizes his mind and for a moment, he coasts on emptiness. Nothing to think. Nothing to feel.

Simply nothing.

Boots scrape against the floorboards. A heavy thud knocks against the bedframe. When his mind finally clears, he finds himself still lying flat on his back, his lower half exposed, his cock flushed and limp and numb. Hilda stands at the foot of the bed, dressed and pulling on her jacket. She casts an eye in his direction and finishes doing up her buttons.

“Sun’s goin’ down.” Her voice is short, clipped, matter of fact. She pulls her hair into its customary high tail. “Best be goin’ now. Said I’d meet Stephanivien. Best avoid him sendin’ out a search party, that would be a whole load of embarrassing neither of us need.”

“Hilda.”

She pauses, a hand on the bedframe. “Don’t need say anythin’,” she says. “I know how these things go. But I think… You need help. Whatever it is you’re going through, I don’t… I can’t be the one responsible for it.”

The words sting. “I don’t need anything,” he grunts, pushing himself up. “Let alone help. I don’t know what you think this is, but sometimes it’s no more complicated than two people having fun.”

She snorts and hoists her rifle, strapping it across her back. “That’s just it, ain’t it? I was havin’ fun. Don’t know about you.”

“I—”

“Remember what I said when we started all this?”

Don’t mistake me for her. Because I’m not.

“I think you need to think about that a little more. Goodbye, Thancred.”

Footsteps on creaking floorboards. A door slammed closed.

He lies on the stiff old bed and stares at the stiff old beams and at last his mind goes blank.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2024 #writing tag #myreiawrites2024 #thancred waters #hilda ware #thanhilda

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saint electric fic :0????? DO tell

ehehehhehehe i only started planning it today so it's pretty first draft-y and things are probably going to change in future but yeah

setting: basically the silt verses version of vaguely victorian era industrial revolution. the cities of glottage and nesh are filling with opportunists and churches - people are now considering the use of gods and some are doing their best to make money off it. there are a lot of unethical sacrifices happening, since no labor laws have been set in place.

entire plot (spoilers for the nonexistent fic i guess): the woman who will become the saint electric is a leading figure in the developing field of what i'm calling practical theology and she's developing a new god - a god of electricity. of course, she makes it, but at the cost of the sacrifice of her assistants, gertruderobinsonstyle. her patron is eager to monetize this, and creates the church electric. she's pressured to do a demonstration of electrical lighting in glottage, and although initially hesitant about the people necessary to power such a display she's convinced into it. the display is interrupted by her friend in an attempt to prevent the sacrifices from being taken, but her friend fails and glottage lights up. because of this, her fame skyrockets and causes many people to join the church electric, and as the face of the church they begin to call her a saint (this is my reasoning for why she's called the saint electric - gods are new to the land and terminology for saints and angels isn't well established yet). her patron begins negotiations with the governments of the cls and the peninsula to build the electrical grid in their land (i need to do more research about the history of the electrical grid but this'll do for now). unfortunately for them, the parish of tide and flesh (this is pre-devlin times, they're legal at this moment) is Pissed about all of this because they invented hydraulic power before she did electricity and yet the peninsulan government is favoring her? when her company consorts with the linger straits? when the parish is an older and more established faith? and now the church electric wants to build on their land? how dare. the parish joins forces with ethical sacrifice activists, headed by theodora's friend who tried to stop the first demonstration to protest against the church electric, and her patron has to deal with this too, so they go and tell theodora (thats what i called pre-god saint electric) that it would be really helpful if she could reveal some cool electricity things to distract from the unrest. luckily, while all this has been happening, theodora has been working on a prototype of radio. unluckily, she's been avoiding using sacrifice for experimentation out of guilt from the last demonstration and has been testing this shit on herself, which. isn't good. so her patron spins the tale that she's been merging with the god itself, and therefore it is more urgent that the governments fund and build these pylons and connect all their homes! and NOt try to sabotage the electricity lines of the other side! her patron goes and gets replacement assistants/sacrifices so she stays alive for longer and doesnt go and ascend off this mortal plane. they bond and are friends! and this connection and their collective sacrifice is used to make a telegraph. at this point her life SUCKS. all her assistants have become saints to her work, and she tries to think of it as an honor to ease the guilt. her past friend is a leading voice against what theodora literally stands for and the only person who will call her by her name and not the saint electric is her patron, who only cares for her when she's profitable. so she withdraws into her work and stops making public appearances. distress and strikes arise, and the patron kills the person leading the ethical sacrifice movement, which makes them and the parish back down, since the church electric has been breaking those laws since day 1. this death is used to the government to get them to put laws regarding sacrifice in place. the patron and theodora speedrun an irl century-ish so they can do it before the sacrificial laws are put into place. they build a bunch of streetlights, and she does her final display - gas discharge lights, powered by the saint electric herself. she (insert verb of apotheosis) in front of a rapt audience, and so ends/begins the saint electric

misc: the early versions of pylons are made of the bone and blood vessels of the sacrifices, stretched like wires. the idea for making a kind of radio came from an offhand comment one of her assistants made. her patron is a close to a relative of the as-yet unborn adjudicator devlin, and the parish's protests against the church electric was one of the reasons the trawlerman got banned. the slag king & petropater is also there, developing alongside the saint electric, but i don't know/care a lot about concrete or oil so unless any of you are enthusiasts the most there'll be is a passing mention. i named the saint electric theodora arne, bc theodora means god's gift and is appropriately regal and arne means eagle and is also a word for like a fire in the home, which is for the electricity thing. i dont have the names for anyone else lol. the law regarding sacrifice is named after the person who died and also forces the parish to cut down and change their sacrificial practices, which would be another factor leading to their outlawing

yes this is very much an excuse for me to nerd out about lighting and pylons and electricity, no i haven't written this yet

#this is going to be SO oc heavy bc it's a prequel and i dont think there;s that much canon about pre-show events. but i am having fun so #this is almost entirely extrapolating over a few sentences...jon ware im begging u drop more saint electric lore pleaseeeee #sorry i wrote SO much. alas #i came up with a significant portion of this on the fly so um #insert post about me when i try to write down lore vs me when asked about iti #the saint electric #asks #catwyk #nebulous project tag

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Stormy Seas | Part II

Merman!Wrecker x GN! Reader

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Part I

After your strange encounter you're determined to find out more about the creature you had freed that faithful day. And after making new aquaintances your island is also hit with another tragedy that serves as the soil for looming shadows of the past

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC DESRCIBTION OF BLOOD, GORE AND DEAD BODIES, VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR AND INSULTS (in the last third), no use of Y/N, no describtion of outer appearance in any way

We start of with some sweet fluff before getting into the murder mystery part of this story. As always not beta read and I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes and typos. I hope you enjoy it any way.

You had remained out there for far to long. Out on the open ocean staring into the waves in hopes that he would return at any given moment for hours. Without success.

It took you a while to process everything. If you were honest, it still felt like something that had happened in a dream instead of real life.

Truth to be told, even now you somewhat believed you had hit your head or eaten something gone bad, mind now hazy due to toxins and sanity washed away by it.

This creature – Wrecker- had fully warped your reality in a way you never had imagined. And while still being rather vary of the whole situation and also somewhat suspicious you found yourself yearning with the desire to meet him again.

Maybe it was the little, heavy imaginative child that still remained deep in your chest. Causing those wishes, always dreaming of encountering a cryptical creature, befriending and going on adventures with it like the heroes in your favourite stories. You had grown up since then, learning that most of those stories were just, well, stories. Your new acquaintance however argued that.

You didn't tell anyone. Not that anybody would have believed you anyway but you doubted that Shep needed you running around the island telling stories about your supernatural encounter while people still remained missing. If you were honest, you didn't believed that they would return. It had been nearly a week by now. Everything that would be found now was probably not alive any more. Not that you dared to out right say that. Heavens above, not in a million years.

Instead you did your best to support your community. Staying off the ocean for a while, helping with more pressing matters on land. Cleaning up the streets. Helping getting rid of the wreckage scattered all across the lower city. Saving everything left to be saved. However, ever so often you found your gaze wandering. Always finding it's way back to the shimmering ocean surrounding you.

Now you knew about something out there, that many didn't. Your mind constantly pondering if he was out there, head just barely above the surface gazing towards the island.

A slight wave of embarrassment hit you every time you realised you had stopped what you were supposed to be doing while staring into the distance instead. There were more urgent matters that required your full attention right know. Shaking the thoughts of your head you tried to focus on the more importing things, pushing Wrecker back into the back corners of your mind. At least for now.

Another two weeks passed by in a blur and your life finally got back to a bit more of normality. Seizing the opportunity one faithful morning you sat foot onto your boat again. It felt like the first time in ages.

It was in the early hours of dawn as you reached your designation. Turning your engine off you

let the waves softly rock your boat while your eyes searched the ocean for a glimpse of him. Sun just about to wake up and rise from the ocean. You feared that during the days that had passed every chance of seeing him again had been snuffed out. It was a bit disheartening but since the feeling of being watched never had fully went away you were somewhat hopeful that not everything was over just yet.

So you waited. Pouring yourself a mug of caf you listened to the sound of the waves crashing gently against the body of your boat, ears catching the faint sounds of screaming seagulls echoing from the coast. Paired with the soft warm light dawn it was a truly peaceful atmosphere. Warming your fingers on your mug and gently blowing away the steam you took a light, testing sip. A mixture of the hot bitter caf and the admittedly large amount of sugar and cocoa you had poured into it hit your tongue in the most delicious way. You had adapted the way of drinking this beverage from your mother. Savouring the taste of caf and hot cocoa alike, it was a dream come true and a good way to start your mornings.

After aimlessly roaming the ocean's surface for a while your gaze eventually sat on the rising sun.

Enjoying the feeling of the first warm sun rays of the day your body shivered slightly. You had a good feeling about how this day would go. Fishing your generously filled lunch box out of your

waterproofed backpack you plopped a few pieces of fruits into your mouth, following up with one of the chocolate glazed oatmeal cookies. A few crumbs landed on your lap as you took a bite from the cookie, swiftly brushing it of your pants as sudden “clank” hit your ears. Your movement froze slightly, head faintly moving into the direction from which the sound had originated from.

Cautiously chewing down your cookie you turned around, eyes quickly falling onto front left gunwale. His scared, bald head barley glanced over the edge, one pitch black and one milky white eye focusing on you, glistening with curiosity.

Swallowing down the food which was left in your throat as well as a building lump of nervousness you softly nodded at him.

“Good morning”

You voice was soft, almost too quiet to make it over the sounds of the rushing ocean. But he seemed to have heard you, head slightly tilting and continuing to watch you closely. After another moment had passed, he mirrored your gesture, slowly repeating it. The shyest of smiles ghosted over you face. So your intuition hadn’t betrayed you.

The both of you continued to watch each other. He was definitely intrigued by you, disappearing for short fractions of time due to the rhythm of the waves. You felt like you should do something, say something but couldn’t think of one possible thing to let out of your mouth.

It was clear that he could understand you, hell he could talk but in opposite to you, his desire to voice any words seemed very slim. You tried to come up with something to do next, to get connection further than just starring at each other going. Dying for getting a closer look at him you felt your legs bounce while trying to figure something out. The movement of your legs caused your lunch box to move, nearly falling out of your lap. Hands catching it last minute, causing you to let out a sharp sound of surprise as your eyes fell on the lunch box.

Soft splashing could be heard, causing your gaze to shoot up back to Wrecker. His head peaked a bit farther over your gunwale, eyes glued onto what you were doing. Glancing between your food and him an idea bloomed in your head. Slowly not to startle him, you took out an oatmeal cookie.

“Want one?”

His head tilted a bit further, sharply eyeing the thing that you held in your hand. You doubted he

knew what a cookie was and internally face palmed yourself. He lived in the ocean. Obviously, there were no pastries down there.

You took a bite from the treat in your hands, before pointing it towards him yet again, hoping to get your point across. You noticed how his brows slightly peaked up, black eye lancing between you and the cookie you held out.

A few seconds past and you felt your heart pumping in your ears as you waited in with bated breath.

Very hesitantly he began to move. Head sinking and disappearing out of your sight, but you could

hear the sound of moving water and caught a quick glimpse of his dorsal fin. Now having a clear sight of it you didn't fail to notice that big parts of it where missing. Scars that matched the brutality of the ones on his head spread over it as well.

You stretched you neck in hopes of not losing sight of him, but you eventually failed, fin vanishing as well. There was a short pause, and you nearly didn’t dare to move, only your eyes roamed over the spot where he had previously been. Then he appeared directly beside you. Eyes peaking up from under the ships edge. It felt surreal to have him so near all of the sudden. Halting your breath your eyes examined every inch of his face, trying to burn his image into your brain for all times to come.

It was strange. He looked human, almost. If not for his eyes he could have one fooled. That and the strange aura radiating from him. Revealing that he was something greater than just human. It was impressive how perfectly still he remained in the water.

Remembering what had been your plan in the first place you blinked, hand holding the cookie moving towards him. Maybe the movement had been a bit to quick since he flinched, notably retracting into the waves. Limbs freezing for a second you continued your motion much more slowly, carefully placing the food on the boats edge. His body moved back up. Closely eyeing you and the offering. He was hesitant to take it. Movement tense and cautious.

Taking it he brought the pastry up to his nose, taking a few light sniffs. Meanwhile you stretched your neck slightly, eyes tracing the scars spread across his face and following them down his neck. Immediately stopping as his intense gaze was back on your face. You reached for another cookie out of your lunch box, offering a small encouraging smile before taking a bit of it. He studied you cosily as you chewed your bite, swallowing it down before taking the smallest bite from his.

Eyes growing wide in surprise as the sweet flavour bloomed on his tongue. With no further time wasted he greedily devoured the cookie. Watching his positive reaction earned you a victorious feeling. Yet again meeting his eyes it was hard to miss the plea for more in them. So you offered him another. And another. An another. Sharing almost all the food contained in your lunch box with him. Going over to he fruits after all the cookies were devoured. Pineapple seemed to be especially tasty for him.

You eventually had stopped laying the food on the gunwale and instead offered him the lunch box directly. All prior shyness and hesitance had left him by now. Your plan to coax him in with food had worked very well. Joy filled your veins as your inner child squealed internally, hardly containing it's excitement. Deeply hoping he couldn't hear the sound of your heart hammering against your ribcage.

“I cut you free that night, didn't I?”, you asked. It was much more an observation of connecting the dots but it couldn't hurt to ask for conformation. Swallowing down the last piece of pineapple he nodded.

“Which I'm thankful for”, he rasped. His voice sounded strange but not unpleasant in your ears. However, it also felt like it was resonating deep in your bones vibrating through every fibre of your body. It was unlike anything you had ever heard and you felt yourself strangely yearning for more. The thought of him being a siren crossed your brain. Though it was a stark contrast to what you had been told a siren was supposed to be while growing up.

“It's not worth mentioning”, you said. Suddenly it was rather hard for you to focus on which words to say. “You...You kept watching me?”

He nodded. A faint sheepish smile tugging on his lips.

“Why?”

The question fell from your lips as a whisper. Voice shortly to weak to be any louder. You were utterly mesmerized by him.

“I wanted to see who cut me loose”, he answered and you noticed how his expression changed. While the curious glint in his eyes remained something else you couldn't quite read tinted his face. You weren't aware of just how far you had leaned over to examine him closer until he abruptly rose up a bit. Starling you, causing your body to swiftly back up a bit. Blood rushing into your cheeks because of how close he suddenly was. The unforeseen action making you flustered for an unknown reason.

“A quite lovely saviour”, he purred making your heart stop. You had expected a lot of things but nothing could have had you prepared for those words. Abruptly choking on your own spit you coughed. Ears and cheeks now burning hot. If he hadn't noticed your flustered face before he did certainly now. If it looked as hot as it felt you were as red as a tomato by now.

He was about to eat you, wasn't he? Luring you in, making you come closer before pulling you over the gunwale to eat you alive while pulling you towards the oceans floor. Soft gaze trying to fool you.

You cleared your throat, felling embarrassment bubbling up your neck as you saw a cheeky grin flash over his face, teeth slightly flared. They looked quite imitating. Distorting the image of him smiling, remembering you that he was in fact not a random dude hanging on the side of your ship but a massive unknown creature which only should exist in tales of old drunk fishermen.

He clearly was amused by your behaviour. Very much aware that you were in awe because of him.

“You came back. For me”, he stated and there was no use denying it.

“Well yes. Like you, I wanted to see what – or better whom- I had freed that day. Especially after your little shell shenanigans”, you told him. A small smile appearing on your own lips as you recalled your first interactions. “Quite the sight I admit”

You seemed to have said the right words. Stroking his ego with flattery he also displayed delight. It was obvious by the way he couldn't hold your gaze, small smile growing into a wide grin. A low chuckle escaped from his throat. A sound quite lovely to your ear.

Quickly pushing himself up even more, causing your boat to stagger a bit more he suddenly didn't seem to have any more problems coming close to you. Personalty doing a complete 18o as he was all up in your face. Beaming at you joyfully and excited.

“That was fun, wasn't it? You surface dwellers like shells, don't you? I thought it was a good way to show my gratitude. Did you like them”, he said. Voice now loud and booming.

It took you a moment to get used to his sudden change of demeanour but you welcomed it. It felt like the ice was broken and the fear of him vanishing out of the blue disappeared. It was an actual kind gesture and you felt honoured by his consideration. The shells had been breathtaking, there was only one little problem.

“They were stunning, sadly I fear they're back on the ocean floor. Given that I pushed them over board during our little game”, you stated rubbing the back of your neck. He mirrored the gesture as he realised you were right, since he hadn't returned them in the last round. Unbeknownst to you his mind raced where he had put them instead.

“Well, I can get you more. As much as you like”, he offered rather ecstatic. His eagerness was something you hadn't expected and it made your hear flutter with joy. This whole situation made you scream internally. Were you just befriending a merman? Doing exactly what you had dreamed of as a little kid.

“I- that would be very generous of you Wrecker”, you tried to sort your words and not just spill them out in a wild mush. “I can bring you more snacks in exchange if you want to.”

It was a bold attempt to seal a deal and given how his eyes lit up you were successful

“Really? you would do that?”, he asked, voice ecstatic and booming over your offering and outlook

on more delicious treats. Your nods matched his energy.

“Could you also bring more if the yellow stuff? What is it called?”

You chuckled softly. “Pineapple”

“Pineapple”, he repeated. Words slowly falling out of his mouth. Testing the sound of it and trying

his best to replicate how you had pronounced it. “I’ll try to remember that.”

“You don’t have that much fruit down there, do you?”

He looked at you with a puzzled look, readjusting the position of his arms into a more comfortable

one, rocking the boat softly while doing so. “What’s fruit?”

Oh how relentless of you. Living in the depths of the ocean and just yet had discovered the existence of pineapple you could have known that he probably wasn’t aware what fruits were.

You sheepishly rubbed you’re the back of your neck, softly ruffling your hair. Brain trying to come up with an explanation that would make sense for someone who lived in the ocean and never had seen fruit before.

“It’s like...I don’t know how to explain this, ehrm...well some plants produce them. They’re many

different types, with many different flavours but most of them are usually very sweet”, you tried

your best to pick words that would make sense and given how his eyes lit up as you mentioned their usual sweetness you had done a good enough job.

“No, we don’t have that down here. Just fish, shellfish, jellyfish. Lots of crabs and anemones and

kelp. But nothing that tastes even close to this”, he said, rambling on but your brain stopped for a

moment. We? As in multiple individuals. There were more? The urge to immediately ask him about it was strong, nearly spilling out your mouth without a second thought. You managed to contain

yourself however, fearing that this simple question might could push your luck a bit too much. Not

willing to shatter the freshly formed bound you shared you bit your tongue. A question for a

hopefully other day. Focusing back on his words, you hoped he hadn’t noticed your short moment of inattentiveness.

“...-sometimes though I get my hands on those brown balls. They're sturdy and fuzzy but they taste

good when you crack ‘em open.”

You blinked at him, mind catching up with what he just had described to you.

“Coconuts”, you spurted out a bit inelegant, instantly rectifying yourself a bit, smoothing out your

words, “I think you described coconuts. If they are brown, they are already a bit old. They grow on

Pabu. If you want, I'll get you some fresh ones”

“Yes! Oh, you’re to gracious. I’ll get you enough shells to sink your boat" he exclaimed. Water

splashing as his fin wagged excited. Boat heavily shaking, you thought you would capsize any

moment, but it was also pretty funny. A laugh escaped your throat and a tingle echoed through your stomach. This massive hunk was adorable.

“That’s sweet of you, but I rather liked it if you wouldn’t sink my boat”, you said, squeaking as the

cold water hit your face. Wrecker stopped what he was doing, seemingly just realising what he was

causing as a small, slightly flustered ‘Oh’ escaped his lips. Letting himself slide back into the ocean a bit more he steadied your boat with ease. You were impressed. Sure, your boat wasn’t the biggest, but it weighed a ton for sure, maybe even more since the original engine was replaced by one of another type at some point. And while it had you in awe, a small part of your brain also concluded that he would have no issue in flipping ships over as easily as paper boats. It soured your mood a bit, thoughts unwillingly wandering to all those previously sunken fisher boats. And while you didn’t want to assume the worst nor speculate over things you definitely had no knowledge about you couldn't stop yourself from asking if he was involved in the sinking of those ships.

“Sorry, ‘got a little excited there”, he murmured, eyes avoiding, “You surface dwellers don’t really

like water, do you”

“I don’t mind a little swim from time to time”, he retorted. Cheeky grin playing on your lips to ease

the mood. A statement that earned you a boisterous laugh from him. Voice booming and all displays of his prior embarrassment vaporized into thin air. A reaction that left you a bit confused.

“That’s rich”, he called out in between laughs, “Your surface dwellers don’t swim. You splash around at best”

To emphasis his words he pushed himself away from your boat. Massive tail moving as he glided

through the water with at most ease and graciousness. Circling your boat and giving you a crystal clear sight of his magnificent body and incredible strength. You were in awe and failed to hide it

quick enough as your eyes fell onto the big smug grin plastered onto his face. Sharp teeth flashing

and all. Flicking his fin as he dove into the waves, splashing water into your direction. Drenching you on purpose this time. You squeaked. Hands trying to shield your face, clothes yet again soaked.

Oh so he was back again with his jokester attitude. And while he was probably right if one was to

compare the average human to him, a marine creature, you felt oddly hurt in your ‘surface dweller’ pride. Wringing the water out of a small strand of hair that had snug itself onto your forehead you eyed him with a displeased expression. Not that he seemed to care much. Face still beaming at you, well aware that you weren’t actually angered by his actions. He was correct of course, but you wouldn’t admit that out loud just yet.

“I would like to see you running a marathon. Or even better: climb a tree”, you retorted but your

words had little power over him. He continued to grin at you with a boyish smile, eyes holding a

familiar glint. This was the face of someone who was about to obliterate you with further teasing.

“You sound like a bickering seagull”, he said throwing you completely off guard, “look like one as

well right now.”

Temporarily at a loss of words over so much cheekiness your mouth opened and closed, mirroring a fish out of water. Your brain desperately trying to figure out an equally snarky comeback but before any words could make it past your lips your radio went off. Sheps voiced trickled out of it.

Calling you by your name, requesting that you responded.

Wrecker a short glance, you made your way over to the small radio, responding. Gaze fixed back on

Wrecker as you watched him making his over to where you were now sitting, curious about what

you were doing.

>>I need you to come back immediately, there is a situation<<

His voice while slightly distorted was strained with distress and you didn’t like the sound of it one bit. Something was very wrong, otherwise he wouldn’t have called you. A bad feeling made your

stomach drop.

“I’m on my way”, you said, ending the radio message. Instantly getting up to start your engine. Not

wanting to waste any more time. Whatever laid ahead of you wasn’t good. Shep rarely called in on

you. But whenever he did you knew it was urgent.

“Do you have to go? Now?”, Wreckers voiced echoed from the site of your boat as you sat down on

your console, and you couldn’t help to catch how disappointed he sounded. A little pang of guilt hit your heart as you looked at him. He in fact looked as saddened as he had sounded.

“Sorry, but yes: I must leave now”

He frowned at your answer. Clearly displeased by it. If you were honest you would also had liked it much better to stay with him for a little while longer. Especially since things were going so well right know. But you were needed elsewhere and judging by the dooming feeling pulsing in the bag of your head you really shouldn't let any more time pass by.

You offered your new acquaintance an apologetic look and a soft smile.

“See you tomorrow? Same place same time with some pineapple?”

His face lid up, softly nodding. You bet your goodbyes. Eyes lingering on him as he disappeared into the waves before set course to Pabu.

You already saw the crowd of people standing on the docks from afar. Bad feeling in your gut worsening. Slowing your ship down as you entered the harbours basin. A few familiar faces helped

you docking your boat, offering a hand to swiftly pull you up the dock. Stepping aside to clear a pass for you, you quickly came face to face with what had caused this commotion. Eyes opening wide your breath hitched in your throat as your stared upon the view of two bodies lying on the ground before you.

While covered up, the sheets did very little to cover up the gruesome sight under them.

Chests cracked opened in an unnatural way, limbs ripped off and flesh torn apart. And although the

sheets were wrapped over the heads securely you knew that the faces beneath didn’t exist any more given how weirdly the fabric stretched itself over them.

Tearing your eyes away from that brutal sight you searched for Shep. You spotted him next to the

bodies. Face worn down by grief, concern and guilt. Noticing your glare on him, his eyes shot up,

interlocking with your own. A silent order to come to him. You obeyed without hesitation, swiftly

making your way over to him.

“What happened?” you asked. Worried words breathed out in low whisper.

“Marlo found them earlier today”

You flinched slightly. Head snapping to the side over the sudden sound of another familiar voice.

Phee.

She looked just as miserable as Shep and you wondered when she had returned to Pabu. Biting

down the questions about her whereabouts and arrival you focused back on what really mattered

right now.

“Where?”

Phee eyes shot up to meet yours. It was a glance you never had seen on her ever before. Her usual

foxy but joyful orbs were drained from any of it. Leaving behind nothing but stone-cold seriousness

behind.

“On the north side of the isle. Floating wrapped to wreckage just a few miles ahead of the shore”

Your mind wandered to the place. Not liking how close it was to the black waters. Even more so that it was just the direction you had scouted the days after the storm and then again just this morning.

How could’ve not detected them? Sure, there was the possibility that they had been dragged to

those rocks due to the tide pulling them there. It was actually highly likely. Still, a quickly louder getting part of your mind yelled that this was your fault. That you had been too inattentive to safe them all those days prior. Maybe even still alive.

You felt a soft touch on your shoulder. Blinking heavily, you stared directly into Sheps face. He examined you with a worried expression and you knew by the way his hand rubbed your shoulder that he was aware of what you just had thought. You gulped, avoiding his gaze trying to cover up your moment of weakness by focusing on the bodies on the ground.

“They lived in a small hut on the south cap of Pabu. For them to resurface by the black waters the tide must have dragged them there”, he stated, and you knew that he really meant to say, that this wasn’t his fault. He was just as good at detecting your inner turmoil than you were at detecting his. It didn’t help much against the guilt you experienced though.

“Pah! The tide didn’t drag ‘em out”, a voice yelled from somewhere, causing a lot of heads to turn around, including those of the three of you. Out of the crowed appeared Comar Seigh. His grim face twisted into a dark scowl. Teeth bared as he pushed himself passed the other islanders. “They did!”

Your brows furrowed and a quick side glance revealed that Phee and Shep were equally defensive with his sudden emerge. It was no secret that whenever Seigh showed his face in public trouble wasn’t too far off. He had been Shep fathers right hand man back in the days. Once a well respected and equally feared men. Because even is he called a quite lucky hand for business his own he was also an notorious choleric. He never had backed down from a fight and he fought them quite nasty.

You remembered an incident involving your father quite vividly. While you never got told the exact reason of why the fight broke out you recalled the bloody face of your father clear. Never again had you seen how nasty glass could get. Shards stuck in his skin, slicing up the left side of his face after Seigh had smashed a bottle against your fathers head. It had nearly cost him the sight of his left eye and after that your father forbid you and your siblings to get anywhere near this man. Not that you had ever indented to do so either way. Ever since that day you held an iron grudge against him. Something that hadn't faded one bit.

The dislike was mutual but then again you doubted that anyone on Pabu actually liked him. He was the ugly shadow of an ugly past. Wittering his days away with letting his anger out by torturing innocent fish or drowning it in liquor.

“Shut your mouth Seigh, before I do it. This is hardly the time for any nor place for your delusions”, Phee hissed at him. The look in her eyes made you believe she would jump onto his throat any second. Seigh eyed her in an up most derogatory way and you were ready to bash his nose in if any insult would escape his lips. It wouldn't be the first time Phee and him got in an argument. Not that the liberator of ancient wonders couldn't handle herself – heavens above she got her mothers skills when it came to handing a sabre – but you wouldn't let Seigh get away with insulting her. Not to mention the kind of insults he used.

“Oh look who's back. The sea rats daughter. Of course it would have been to much to hope for you drowning out there”, he spat at her. The muscles in your arms flexed, hands curling into fists you took a step forward but Shep stopped you before you could do anything else.

Your friend was gentle, reasonable man. A man of peace, always searching for a diplomatic solution first. Seigh hated his guts for that. He made no secret out of either. In his eyes Shep was a soft, not worthy stepping into his fathers footsteps. Up to this day he missed to admit the catastrophic consequences the prior major had caused. Actions that he had been an avid supporter of. Not to mention the delusions they both had given into. You were to young to understand much of what had happened back then. Not to mention that you parents had made an active effort to keep their absurd fantasies as far away from your family as they could. Of course you still had caught some eventually. It was impossible to not hear them at one point or another.

“Seigh, this is a tragic day for our island. We have just lost two beloved members of our community, don't you dare to use their deaths for feeding your stories”, Shep warned him. Voice unusual low and unyielding.

Seigh huffed. It was a mocking sound.

“I'm not using anything. There is proof everywhere but you refuse to look at it. The hand in the Inn and those poor souls right in front of you. Look at 'em. That's not the work of a shark or any other fish roaming the coastline. Flesh ripped open and limbs torn apart. Aye, I remember that sight. There was a time when this had happen before. A time where we had fought against them, nearly succeeding but you where to soft to finish what your father had started. Spitting on his legacy” Seigh spat out, spitting on the ground before Shep. Rage boiled in your veins and if Sheps hand hadn't still been on your shoulder, tightening to keep you in check you would have kicked out Seighs teeth right then and there.

A heavy whisper washed through the crowd. Tension thick enough to cut it. You side glanced at Shep. The rare sight of anger flared in his kind eyes, shoulders heaving and for a moment you thought he would loose his cool. But then he closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath and obtaining his usual calm, level-headed nature.

“Every death, no matter if back then or the recent ones, are tragic ones. It leaves behind great pain but we have to keep ourselves focused. Honouring them in caring on their memories in our hearts, keeping what's left of them alive instead of fuelling delusions and subduing to rage”

Sheps words made the docks go dead silent. Everone intsenly watching about what would happened next as Seigh and Shep glared each other down in a merciless manner. In the end it was a victory for your friend. Seigh backed down. Breaking his dark glare off.

“You will see what your incompetence will get you when the ships start to sink and the bodies pile up on the shores again Shep”, he taunted, gravest voice you had ever heard. He turned around without another glance, disappearing into the crowd.

You stared daggers after him. The rage in your blood only slowly leaving your system. Shep sighed heavy and tiredly. Giving you a pet he finally let go of your shoulders. You wanted to say something, anything. He needed comfort but failed to provide any. Thankfully Phee jumped in. offering her support instead and giving you a reassuring nod that she would handle this.

Eventually the crowd scattered and the bodies where taken away to get them prepared for a proper funeral. You remained by the docks. Eyes staring out to the horizon mind racing.

While you heavily disliked Seigh you couldn't help to ponder over his words. The stories that you had paid little mind to for so long certainly seemed much more likeable after your little mystical encounter. You didn't outright believe that Wrecker was responsible for this nor outright involved but then again you knew nothing about him. He was a stranger after all and just because he was nice to you so far didn't meant anything really on a broader scale.

A thought crossed your mind. Seigh had mentioned the hand. You hated it but you also felt like this could might reveal something useful to you, or better it's current owner. Determined to find out more about the past of the isle and Wreckers involvement in it a plan began to form in your mind.

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