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dyns33 · 10 months

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Chico

a long Vaas and little pirate story

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Unlike most souls who resided on Rook Island, Y/N was not born there, she did not choose to go there, and she had not been captured by pirates.

No, she was just on a boat passing by the island, which had sunk due to an explosion in the poorly constructed engines, and she had managed to survive by clinging to debris and swimming to the beach.

No one had seen her. No one knew she was here. Without money, without a phone, without an identity card, but with enough intelligence to understand where she had landed, Y/N had accepted that she had to be discreet and wait for the right moment to leave the island.

For the first few months, she hid in caves and the jungle. It was not easy, because there were many poisonous plants, wild animals, in addition to the pirates and natives.

The natives weren't mean, but a bit stupid. Talkers. They could speak about the foreign girl who wandered near the villages, and Y/N would have became a prey for the pirates.

Then, after nearly dying of starvation, thirst, freezing, or being eaten by a tiger, Y/N wondered if the best hiding place wasn't staying right in the lair of Rook's most dangerous creature.

Vaas camp.

Y/N had seen the leader of the pirates several times, from afar. He was quite scary, especially when he stopped in the middle of the forest to sniff the air and stare at the bushes, as if he could sense she was there.

There were also the stories she had heard about him. It looks like he was as mad as he was violent, uncontrollable, unpredictable. Always on drugs. Thinking only of money and control.

It was for these latter reasons that Y/N thought she had a chance hiding among the pirates.

Maybe she was small, and didn't really know how to fight, but she was good. Smart. Polite and disciplined. If she did the tasks the leader demanded, and didn't piss off the other pirates, then she would find herself a safe lair.

With some regret, she cut her hair, hiding her face as much as possible with two bandanas and sunglasses. Red bandanas, like the t-shirt she had taken from a corpse, covered by a bulletproof vest. With the headband that flattened her breasts, the oversized pants, the gun at her waist, and boots, she looked like a little man.

A little pirate.

As if everything was normal, she joined a group of pirates patrolling the north of the island. They didn't comment, asking her if she wanted some rum, and snickering that the new one was tiny.

They laughed less when a wild dog tried to attack them and Y/N killed it. Living in the jungle for months was learning to survive.

When they offered her rum again, it was with gratitude and respect.

Y/N first stayed in an outpost. It was simple, it was easy. She wandered far into the jungle to urinate or wash herself. She slept little, and in inaccessible places. Conversations were minimal, only when necessary.

No one seemed to suspect anything or care about her.

Nico and Benny were funny. Almost sympathetic, if she forgot that they tortured and killed the people the group caught.

Carlos was a bit scary. He didn't stay at the outpost, he only came by from time to time, to check that everything was fine.

The first time he had seen Y/N, he had made a funny face.

'Who's the little guy ?' he asked.

"New recruit. He's good with a knife."

"... I didn't know we had a new recruit."

But he had left without adding anything, and everything had gone well.

Until it's time to switch teams. It was hard and boring to guard the outposts and those who did a good job were rewarded by being able to return to camp for a while.

Vaas camp.

Contrary to what Y/N had hoped, not only was the pirate leader there when she arrived, he noticed her right away.

"So, you're the new little recruit with a knife ? It's true that you are small, hermano. A real baby. Easy to eat. You know I could easily eat you, huh chico ?"

"Yes, boss." decided to answer Y/N, staying calm and looking at him in the eye.

This seemed to surprise him, before he burst out laughing. He pulled out his gun, pointing it at her.

"Do you think you're funny, chico ? Do you think I'm kidding ?"

"No, boss."

"... No ? You're just a calm and polite little chico then ? Hmm. We'll see about that."

It was seen very quickly. Like at camp, Y/N found a quiet place to sleep, and she avoided everyone when she had to undress. For the rest, she obeyed orders, she was silent, polite, calm, discreet.

Which did not escape Vaas, who seemed to have eyes everywhere, and who seemed to appreciate this unusual behavior.

His fascination didn't lessen after she saved him from a large stone. Chico, as he decided to call her, had become his hero, his little favourite.

"There was the rock, there were the caves. Mi chico is like a lucky charm, hermano. I can't stay away from him, or I'll be screwed. And he's so cute. Isn't he cute, Carlos ?”

"Yes, Jeff."

"You sound like him. So fucking polite. I love it when he calls me boss. Huh, chico ?"

"Yes, boss."

"That's right, my little chico ! My lucky charm."

Everyone knew that Vaas loved chico. The pirates kinda laughed at her because of that, kindly. They could have been cruel, or jealous, but Y/N didn't really get any special treatment, and the boss was calmer since the arrival of the little guy, whom they really liked.

That didn't stop the jokes.

Some spoke of the fact that Vaas was in love. Y/N didn't believe it. It was just stupid remarks about the fact that two men couldn't be close in being gay. Vaas visited the whores of Bad Town. He wasn't looking at any man.

No, he was simply fascinated by his chico, nothing more.

Another joke, very amusing, was invented by Juan.

To tell Y/N that the boss was asking for old and very expensive bottles, abandoned in a cave that is difficult to access by sea, and that he wanted his chico to go get them.

It was not true.

Vaas hadn't asked for anything, and there were no bottles.

On the other hand, the cave was indeed difficult to access, and once inside, Y/N was unable to come out from where she had entered. She wandered the dark tunnels for hours, days.

There was no water. Her flashlight eventually died. And despite the fear of ending up like this, Y/N was still thinking of the bottles, and of Vaas who was waiting. So while looking for an exit, she looked for the imaginary bottles.

She only found an exit, after almost a week, having to climb against a wall, slipping several times, falling, breaking her fingers and a few ribs, but Y/N managed to get out.

First reflex, drink. Second reflex, find bottles. Any kind of bottle, before returning to camp.

It was almost as hard as getting in and out of the cave. The camp was far away. She was exhausted.

When she arrived, she didn't even notice the silence. The bodies near the door, including Juan's. Bullet and burn marks on the walls. Y/N didn't understand at all the looks and whispers of the other pirates when they saw her coming.

Vaas also looked at her weirdly, as she placed two bottles in front of him.

"Sorry, boss, I couldn't find your bottles." she muttered before trying to go to her little hiding place, to sleep. She fell after taking ten steps.

"Chico !" shouted a voice. "Chico, wake up ! Carlos, give me some water and call the doctor ! Chico, no, stay with me. My chico. Mi cielo."

Y/N was really too tired to move, or even open her eyes. She felt hands on her face, a mouth on hers, liquid in her throat, then nothing.

When she woke up, she didn't recognize the room she was in. Pink. It had been months since she'd seen that color, it wasn't a color that lasted long on Rook.

Children's toys. And Doctor Hernarch.

The good doctor, who made the good pills, according to Benny.

He sighed when Y/N tried to move, then when she realized that she no longer wore her bandana on her face, nor her bandage around her chest.

"Are you all right, young lady. Young man ? Vaas brought me a young pirate boy, and he still thinks I'm treating a young pirate boy. I haven't told him, and I won't tell him."

"... Thanks."

"Don't thank me. It's my job. You might have preferred not to wake up. He seems to like you very much. You hold his heart and his madness in your hands. He threatened me a lot, saying he'll kill me if you don't wake up. Maybe he'd like to know your secret, maybe not. Maybe it would be worse, for everyone. I won't say anything, rest."

Y/N lay down as long as possible, so no more than a few minutes, before jumping out of bed to get her things, and cover herself.

Then, holding her stomach, she went downstairs.

Like a lion in a cage, Vaas walked around the living room in a circle, biting his fingers until they bled. He often did this when he was nervous, or when he had taken too many drugs. It could be both. He looked really worried.

"Boss, your fingers." Y/N said, staying near the stairs.

"Chico ? Chico !"

He ran over to hug her, kissing her neck, cheek and forehead over and over, muttering insults and tender words.

"Mi chico... Don't ever do that again. Ever ! Fucking Juan, motherfucker. He thought he was funny, and now he's used as fertilizer in my garden. Asshole ! I could have lost you because of him ! You shouldn't have listened to him, chico. I'm the one giving the orders, directly. You don't leave the camp without me anymore. I should put a leash on you."

"Yes, boss."

"Ah, my chico. Always so polite, always so calm. You worried about my fingers ? It's okay, the doc is going to give me some meds, and you could kiss them better. We're going home !"

In the car, Carlos was silent, glancing at Y/N in the rear view mirror. At Vaas too, who refused to leave her, hugging her tightly. The big pirate had been worried too, for her, and for everyone, because during his absence, the boss had started to lose his head completely.

It was a miracle and a relief that she came back.

Purring, Vaas started rubbing against her again, smiling, repeating how happy he was that his chico had returned.

Y/N then thought that the doctor was not wrong. She held Vaas' madness in her hands, and perhaps his heart, and she couldn't decide if it was a good thing or not.

"I missed you, chico. I feel dead inside without you."

"Me too, boss."

"Mi chico." he whispered, laying his head on her shoulder, relaxed at last.

She had answered to be polite, as always. But also because she meant it, and that too, she didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

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alessiathepirate · 29 days

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Far Cry 6

EL CAZADOR Y LA PRESA: Vaas Montenegro x fem!reader

Summary: La Raja Bar - the place where two old acquaintances finally meet again...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

I can't believe I finally finished this piece, I've been working on it for such a long time. I think the Michael Mando brainrot helped a lot.

I hope you'll enjoy this <3

Warnings: swearing, my Spanish, referenced and mentioned violence, heavily suggestive themes, also mentioned and referenced plot of Far Cry 3 and 5

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Juan knew many people and he for sure knew his way around them.

He knew when and how to strike a great business deal, and how to get out on top with more intel and money than the other had initially offered.

But more often than not, when he got tired in the workshop, he just went out to have a drink or two - or more, it was almost always more - with an old friend. And he had many old friends. Some even more dangerous than the potentional business partners; many were ex-guerrillas, ex-CIA, ex-KGB, ex-terrorists... The list was endless.

She liked to join him sometimes; sitting down to try and make the stupid businessman talk or sitting down with a beer to listen to Juan and his old pal fool around.

That's what she planned on doing once again, after finishing a run for the man to steal some uranium from the last few remaining anti-aircraft sites. After taking the iron chest back to Zamok Archipiélago, she went straight up north, to La Raja Bar - where she knew she'll find the one and only Juan Cortez.

Arriving there though... a surprise was waiting for her there. A big fucking surprise. Juan wasn't the one sitting at the bar, waiting for her, already drunk. In fact, Juan wasn't anywhere in sight. Instead, she found an old friend there, hunched over with his elbows on the table.

She could still recognize him even after all those fucking years, even if the time had taken its toll on both of them.

And just by knowing who he was, she was sure he was the one Juan had met up with before leaving without telling her not to come.

And thank God he didn't tell her that.

"Holy shit!" she cursed as her lips turned upwards into a smile. "What's the fucking chance?"

The man turned around slowly - much slower than he did in the past -, but the very dangerous kind of calmness was still seen in the way his muscles moved. The look on his face upon realizing who was speaking to him, wasn't really surprised - she had never seen him being surprised at anything -, although it was close to it. She was pretty sure he had been going on with life like she had done, thinking they'd never see each other again. To be completely honest, for a time she believed he died - until she realized nothing could kill him, only himself.

"Long time no see, Jefe."

Vaas grinned and she took a seat right next to him, asking the bartender for two more beers. The old lady just cursed under her breath, but in the end, gave her what she asked for.

She gave one beer to Vaas and then took a sip from the other one.

"Fucking Hell, chica!" he took the bottle from her and gave her one of his signature little chuckles. "I thought the jungle ate you up alive."

"The jungle?" she questioned. "Like it had a fucking chance."

"It had one in the beginning."

They smiled at the other in a very twisted and scary way. The bartender chose to stay far away from them, and decided to mess with the old radio in the corner.

She liked knowing that nothing changed.

It all felt the same; the drinking, the talking, even the fucking looks... Although they had more scars - more than the ones they had given each other back then -, more grey hairs and a more serious drinking problem, it was as if they were back in some part of the Rook Islands, in a shitty bar.

She leand in more, her lips turning into an even wider smile, until it was a grin, and said: "It doesn't have one anymore, Jefe."

She carefully watched as his expression went through different phases. She could see the almost-smile as his lips twitched when she said that last word.

Jefe.

It was easy for her to tame him just by saying that. For some reason he liked to hear that word from her. Only her. She remembered all the times she had been tackled to the ground, rough fingers digging into her skin. It has always been easy to get what she wanted.

"I can fucking see that, chica."

His gaze was upon her knuckles, which were bruised. Small cuts littered her hands.

"Good for you." she said as she took another sip. "Nowadays not many people get to keep their eyes to look at me with."

Vaas chuckled.

"You still got your claws, tigre." his smile turned into a smirk. "No one broke them before, huh?"

"No one other than you." she teased. "Believe me, no one could do it better than you."

"Careful now, chica." his voice was just like hers, it had something to it - some teasing and some danger, just the things she liked. "You still think you can just run that mouth of yours without any consequences, ey?"

"I know I can't." her tone became low. "That's why it's fun."

Silence followed. The unsettling kind.

And then after a smirk, Vaas laughed.

And she felt as if she was on the Rook Islands again, being intentionally teased and angered, Vaas just chuckling at her reactions. But he had loved it more when she escaped. He loved her fight, he loved her nails more - enjoying when they broke his skin, leaving red lines behind. And in return, she got some thin cuts as well, mostly around her collarbone, making it impossible to hide them.

As they sat there, drinking and laughing, she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and leave marks behind again. And she was sure he wanted to do the same.

"So, what are you up to in Yara, chica?" he asked, his voice turning serious as much as it could. "Causing trouble again?"

"Sí, Jefe. Juan seemed to enjoy it so I decided to join in on the fun. Besides," she pulled down the neckline of her shirt so he could see the scar on her chest. "I got tired of Montana pretty quickly."

"Nice tattoo. You got more?"

"Only this one." she let go of her shirt. "You gave me better ones anyway."

"That I did chica."

She felt a chill run through her as he looked at her.

The want, or rather need was undeniable. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He needed her as much as she needed him.

They've been far away from sanity for a long time, and their shared insanity met them each and every time they chased the other again and again and again... She was never really sane, especially with Vaas around. He made her the person she has become. He made her want him more than she wanted anyone else.

She still remembered the time Vaas gave her the tattoo she knew he was referring too. They went out to hunt - in reality he just wanted to see her face when she hit a living, moving animal; he wanted her to know she was the one who killed it. And she shot - perfectly. She only had to give the doe one more bullet to put it down and as soon as the animal was dead, her chest started to raise and fall quickly. Yet she didn't have time to think, because one of his arms was around her waist, pulling her close. His face was burried in the crook of her neck as he laughed.

"Ahora ya no eres presa, chica." he had said. "Eres la cazadora." and his teeth broke the skin on her neck.

She had asked what it meant, not quite understanding Spanish back then.

Vaas chuckled, but translated it.

"You just became the hunter, chica. You are not prey anymore." his nose touched her ear and her breathing hitched. "Mi pequeña cazadora."

Mi. She knew that meant 'my'. And from the way he acted she knew he liked that idea. He liked it a lot.

And then his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it up and his knife cut into her skin. Droplets of blood ran down her hip, making her jeans red. She whimpered and grabbed onto his arm, trying to get it away, but he wouldn't move.

The letter V he had carved into her that day could still be seen just above her hip. She thought about touching it - like she always did when she was thinking about him -, but held herself back.

He didn't need to know how much she enjoyed the thought of that scar.

She finished her beer. He did too. She thought about asking for another, but since the bartender wasn't anywhere in sight, she decided against it.

She didn't know what to say.

She wanted him and she was sure he felt the same, but after all those years they both became tame. It was actually surprising to not hear him shout orders.

In the end she reached into her pocket to pay for the drinks, but just as she was about to throw the money on the counter, Vaas grabbed her wrist. Out of reflex her other hand was immediatelly on the knife which was attached to the back of her belt. Vaas just grinned.

'Good reflexes, chica.' she could hear his voice in her head.

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"No need for that, cazadora." uncomfortable tingles ran through her at the nickname and at the touch. "The puta won't ask for money. I made sure of that."

She looked at him with excitement.

Her hand let go of her knife and she concentrated on the feeling of him holding onto her wrist, almost crushing the bones.

Cazadora. He remembered, didn't he? Of course he did. He remembers fucking everything. Especially the things he had done in the past.

She knew he made her. In the jungle, in the heat. Every single time she fought him and he cut her, he made sure she'll become something else. Something... loco.

And every time she let him tackle her, cut her, kiss her and bite her, she let him form her into the insane bitch she has become.

Mi pequeña cazadora. She remembered that day in the jungle when they were hunting the doe. She remembered the dull pain when he drew the V into her skin. She remembered his breath on her skin and his grin when she leaned into him, accepting her own insanity next to his.

She felt the need grow in the pit of her stomach as Vaas held onto her.

Perhaps they weren't too old to hunt again.

"You make me fucking crazy Jefe." she said as she dropped the money, letting it fall, the coins rolling far away.

And soon they were on each other. Hands roaming free, teeth biting lips. His thumb found the letter V above her hip and she whined.

She let herself be tackled, she let him break the skin with his teeth.

No matter how different she has become, next to Vaas she didn't want to be a hunter.

Not when it was too enjoyable to be the prey.

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 1 year

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Run Princess Run || Vaas Montenegro

A/n: as a special treat for Halloween - it's a little late -, I decided to write one final prompt. Please enjoy. The theme is choking.

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, choking, dirty talk, death, female reader, my terrible Spanish translations.

Tag list: @trashlord-007

No Minors Allowed!!

You're insane. You have to be to propose such an idiotic game with a man as unhinged and unpredictable as Vaas Montenegro. But you crave freedom and a deal with the devil is the only option. The other is much worse.

Your chances are slim; Vaas makes a point to remind you and the other four assets of this as he leads you blindfolded into the jungle with an entourage of armed pirates, leaving you without a weapon or a sense of direction, only a reminder that your time is ticking.

The rules are simple: find the beach. Vaas claims that there is a motor boat near the shore and that it will take you away from the Rook Islands. But the catch is that you must survive him and the jungle.

"And all of this," Vaas had declared, motioning around. He had yanked your blindfold down just to emphasize his point. "All of this is my fucking jungle. Do you understand, princesa (princess)?"

All you could do was nod and watch him walk away, counting seconds like a kid who was acting as the seeker in a game of hide and seek.

It's an obvious warning. He wants you to know that you can't outrun him. But you are going to try. When the pirates are out of earshot, you take a moment to compose yourself. The man beside you, wearing a Polo shirt and beige cargo jeans removes his blindfold and takes a cautious look around. You nod to show him that it's OK.

"It's safe now darling," he utters, addressing the woman beside him. With a struggle, he removes the dark cloth from her tear-stained face; she shakes her head in protest.

"It's not safe. We're not safe," she argues.

She's right about that.

Her husband, Polo, grabs her hands to comfort her and whispers under his breath to her. In the meantime, the two other men remove their blinds; the youngest looking, a college student, searches the jungle floor for something. You raise a curious brow.

"What are you looking for?" You ask him.

"Something I can use as a weapon, he answers.

The fourth asset, a dark-haired man scoffs.

"Are you stupid man? Those assholes have machine guns and knives bigger than our damn arms. You can't expect to––"

"That's enough!" Polo shouts. He takes an uneasy breath and lowers his voice. "Please. You're scaring my wife."

Mr. Negative turns up his eyes, uttering something under his breath about her needing to be scared. You stare at him a moment in annoyance; he's going to be an issue, and then you walk over to the Scholar and help him search.

"Thank you," he utters.

"It's no problem," you reply with a grin.

Having a weapon is a smart idea. It might not help you against Vaas and his men, but the animals of the jungle are fierce. The Scholar finds a fallen branch from one of the trees and shows it to you in elation.

"This we can use," he states. "I just need to break it down a bit first and then maybe practice some swings."

You agree with a nod.

"I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news here, but you heard mohawk guy. We only have until twenty fucking Mississippi before he and his men start hunting us," Mr. Negative mentions.

"His name is Vaas," you utter, correcting him. "But you're right. We probably have less time than that depending on how he feels."

Mr. Negative raises a brow.

"What does it matter? I wasn't aware that you were such an expert on the fucker."

You take a deep breath. He's new to Vaas' little island; they all are. None of them know how turn of the coin his personality is.

"Trust me," you mention with a snap. "You don't want to upset Vaas. We might be on the guests of honor list but that won't mean shit if you disrespect him."

Mr. Negative narrows his eyes. "It's your damn fault we're out here. What the fuck were you thinking?"

You want freedom; that is what you are thinking.

The young man beside you points the stick at him in a warning.

"This is our chance to get out of here. Before you go pointing fingers at someone, you need to understand that we were only going to be sold if we stayed in those cages, or worse," he argues, defending you.

He's right. You have seen so many come and go in your time with the pirates; some barely made it a day.

"Whatever," Mr. Negative utters, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Can we at least walk or fucking run while we figure this out?"

In agreement with him, the group begins to tread through the jungle. No one has a clue where the beach is and knowing Vaas he most likely put them so far away from it that they have no chance of finding it. You take an uneasy breath. As much as you don't want to admit it, your little group has no chance.

"Woah! Stop. Stop."

You halt and glance at Polo in concern. Did he see something? Perhaps Vaas caught up to the group sooner than expected. You take a look around, but you don't see anything.

"Don't move," he orders. His wife clings to him in fear. "I saw something move."

Pointing to something in the distance, you narrow your eyes. At first, you see the trees; elephant ear-shaped leaves hang down in the path ahead. But then you see it. Your eyes widen in fear; it's not good.

"It's just some damn birds," Mr. Negative argues with a snort.

You shoot him a look of disbelief.

"Those are not just some damn birds; those are cassowaries. They are very fast and very aggressive."

You have seen what one of them can do to an unarmed man; two, you imagine is much worse.

"What do you purpose we do then? We don't have time to sneak around them," Mr. Negative asks.

"We need to make time," you argue. Somehow you doubt even sneaking around them will keep them ignorant.

He scoffs.

"We don't fucking have time––"

"I can distract them," Polo interrupts.

You widen your eyes. He's as insane as you.

"I'll make some loud noises and draw them away from the path," Polo adds.

He's serious about this.

"No," the Wife begs. "Please don't leave me here."

"I'm not, darling. I'm going to lead them away, and then I will circle back once I've lost them and meet you at the beach."

He doesn't even know where the beach is, but if the Scholar is correct, then the dense jungle should lead out somewhere close to it. The idea is absurd, but perhaps it might work.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask.

Polo nods.

"Please watch after my wife until I return."

You frown, wishing that he had never asked you to do such a thing. You aren't certain that you can even watch after yourself. However, you nod and walk over to her side, giving her a brief smile.

The Scholar steps forward and hands the broken stick to Polo.

"You might have better use of this than us."

Polo thanks him and takes it. He grips the bark in his hand and walks up the path a bit. With a shout, he waves the stick, drawing the attention of the two cassowaries from their food search. One bellows out with a screech and runs after him; the other stays behind for a moment – you think it may not leave – but then follows, chasing Polo further into the jungle.

You wish him luck.

"Stop standing around with your thumb up your asses and let's go," Mr. Negative orders.

You give him a heated look. He's right, but fuck he's annoying. The Wife grabs onto your shirt and follows closely behind you as Mr. Negative leads the group on.

Hearing the crash of the tide, you can't believe that the beach is in sight. Your heart races as you walk out into the sand, staring into the distance as the ocean. It's a dream come true. You made it.

"Look over there," the Scholar orders, pointing to something.

You turn your attention over, noticing the motorboat on the shoreline. Oh shit! It's there. You can't believe it. Mr. Negative rushes towards it in a hurry; you and the others follow. It appears to be in working condition. There are no holes or rust; nothing but a bag resting in the bottom beneath one of the seats. You raise a brow.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Mr. Negative orders.

He grabs the side of the boat in an attempt to push it into the water, but the Wife stops him.

"What about my husband? We can't leave him here."

The Scholar narrows his eyes.

"The fuck we can't," he snaps. "He's probably already dead."

"What is wrong with you? He stayed behind to make sure we got away from those cassowaries. We can wait a few minutes longer; we made it to the beach, didn't we? Vaas gave his word."

You hum to back his claim, walking over to the bag. Did Vaas or someone else put it in the boat? The two men continue to argue as you lean down to unzip it; the scent of tar permeates the air. Immediately, your eyes widen in horror.

Several bricks of Composite C4 are stacked on one another and linked to a transmitter; the red light indicates that they are armed. Fuck! Tears blur your vision for a moment but you notice a sheet of paper in the corner nearly crushed beneath the bricks.

Run.

A heart is drawn beside it.

Your eyes widen. Turning, you observe the tree line. He's out there, watching. But where?

"It's a trap! We need to run!"

The Scholar turns and sees the bag. He grabs your hand and yanks you away from the boat; the two others react quickly and follow suit. And as expected, the boat explodes with an ear-piercing bang and rains debris onto the beach. You cover your ears in protest, groaning as your head rings. Fuck, that hurts.

As the nagging noise fades, you jerk in fear as the sound of gunfire pierces the air. From the tree line walks Vaas and with him are the armed pirates. You shoot him a heated look; he lied.

The man in question claps his hands.

"So close princesa (princess). So fucking close."

"We made it! We beat you here!" Mr. Negative shouts in anger.

Vaas turns a heated glare at him.

"Was I fucking talking to you?! Shut your fucking mouth!"

Yanking his gun free he pulls back the hammer, then aims and shoots the man in the stomach.

The Wife cries out in horror and falls to her knees. You ignore her, keeping your annoyed attention on Vaas.

"You lied to me."

"¿Perdóname (pardon me)?" He asks with a curious look.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you step closer. The Scholar questions your actions, but you ignore him.

"You never even searched for us, did you? You came right here and waited."

Vaas snorts and closes the distance, burying his fingers in your hair and resting the barrel of the gun beneath your chin. You shiver, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"You think you are so fucking smart. Hmm? Read me like a book," Vaas asks.

"Like a manual written in a language I can't make sense of, honestly," you reply.

He removes the gun from your chin and grins.

"I've offered to teach you Spanish, princesa (princess), but you are fucking deadset on no."

"It's... Hotter when I have no idea what you're saying," you admit. Your face heats up in embarrassment.

Vaas pulls you forward and kisses you roughly. You return the kiss with a hum.

"What the fuck?! You're in on this?!" You hear the Scholar ask in disbelief.

You part from Vaas and turn your attention to the man in question, groaning as the pirate runs his warm tongue over your ear.

"It was my idea. And you should thank me; seldom do hostages get a chance to escape. I'm just as upset as you are. I had a bet riding on--"

You grunt in pain as Vaas sinks his teeth into your neck. The said man parts from you and taps his finger on your forehead.

"Use your fucking ears next time, princesa (princess). I said all you motherfuckers had to cross the finish line."

He did say that, didn't he? Fuck! Polo never made it to the beach. You sigh in defeat.

"The jungle probably ate the other one up and spit him out," you mention. "I was so close."

"Next time you will listen better, no?" Vaas asks.

You nod in agreement, a bit let down that you had lost your chance at freedom; the freedom to do as you please.

"You sold us out for a bet?" The Wife asks in tears.

"Freedom has a price," you mention. Your face heats up in embarrassment. "Though I suppose making a bet on our lives just to have free reign was a bit unorthodox."

Vaas hums.

"I give you enough free reign. You are spoiled."

Perhaps. But you want to walk around the base without Carlos on your ass; it's annoying.

"But did you at least have fun? I wanted you to like it," you ask with a hopeful expression.

Vaas brings you forward and kisses you again. It's all the confirmation you need. An air of glee surrounds you and you slide your arms around him.

Parting from you, he glances over his shoulder and motions the gun toward the hostages.

"Stop fucking gawking pervertidos (perverts) and take these two back to the outpost. I have plans for them."

His men spring into action, rounding up the Wife and the Scholar; the latter shoots you a look of disgust as he passes by but you hide your face against Vaas' chest. It eats away at you, but at one time even you were a hostage. The island just has a way of infecting people who remain on it for too long. It had slowly driven you insane.

"He's not a bad asset," you mention beneath your breath, referring to the Scholar.

Vaas snorts.

"You wanna fuck him or something?"

You turn your eyes to him, grinning.

"I wanna fuck you."

Vaas widens his eyes.

"Have you any idea what you do to me? Telling me that. Fucking tease."

"I have a clue, but please show me," you beg.

The pirate grabs your hand and presses it against the crotch of his camo-printed pants. You can feel his hard cock against your palm. Stroking him through his pants, he groans in response.

"But perhaps now isn't the best--"

"Take your fucking pants off and lie down," Vaas orders.

You snort and reluctantly release him. Taking your pants off, you use them as a blanket to keep the hot sand from roasting you as you lie down on your back, knees bent and thighs spread. You watch in eager anticipation as Vaas frees himself and rests on his knees in front of you. His hand strokes his cock, provoking a shiver in you.

"You want this?" He asks.

You wet your lips and hum in agreement.

"More than anything."

Vaas grabs your hips and yanks you down toward him, pressing the head against your opening. You lean up on your elbows as he spreads your outer lips and quickly sinks into you with a rough uncontrolled thrust. Your walls tighten in protest, stinging from the sudden stretch of his cock. It's a good thing you were wet enough to take him; Vaas is sometimes ruthless to your poor pussy.

Burying his short nails into your hips, he pounds your tight hole, flicking his tongue across his lips.

You moan, panting as each thrust against your cervix knocks the air from your lungs.

"I needed this-- I n-needed you."

"Me tomas tan bien. Como si tu coñito estuviera hecho para mí (you take me so well. Like your little pussy was made for me)," Vaas retorts.

You have no idea what this means, but hearing the words roll from his tongue brings goosebumps to your skin.

"Please don't stop," you beg.

Small waves of pleasure crash and pull inside you, growing more intense. You arch your hips, bouncing them into the thrusts to gain better friction; your tits jounce in protest.

"You like this cock deep inside you? Hmm? Mi hermosa princesa (my beautiful princess). Mi puta (my whore)," Vaas asks with a groan.

You moan and tilt back your head.

"Yes! Fuck yes! I do! I'm yours... All yours."

Calloused fingers tighten around your throat and you gasp in protest, feeling your airway constrict. You can breathe still, but the pressure instantly makes your head spin. Your eyes roll back as the hot pressure in your stomach and lower body grows wilder. You can't take it. The sensation is too much.

"V-vaas," you plea. Your voice sounds broken and barely above a whisper, but it's all you can manage.

A moment later, the pressure releases and your pussy flutters as an orgasm crashes over you. Spots cloud your vision and saliva pools in your mouth as you spasm. This is more intense than you had imagined it. But slowly the ecstasy begins to recede and your tired hips rest the pants beneath you. It takes a second for Vaas to release the hold on your neck, and once he does, you slump down in exhaustion. Your pussy throbs as the pirate hovering over you continue.

"Por favor, corre para mí (Please cum for me). I wanna hear you fucking say it, princesa (princess). Say it!" Vaas orders.

You raise a brow curious as to its meaning but to humor him, you utter the words in a worn voice, staring into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Por favor, corre para mí."

Vaas tightens his jaw and pulls out of you, stroking his cock until he comes, painting your thighs in ropes of warm cum.

"Fuck! That was intense, mi princesa (my princess)," he exclaims in exhaustion.

You agree with a hum, leaning up on your elbows.

"What did you ask me to say?"

"Learn some fucking Spanish," Vaas answers with a heated look.

You snort.

"But not knowing gets me hot."

"You're lucky I like your warm little pussy," he retorts.

You groan and avert your eyes in embarrassment. This man makes you so feral.

"That's a shame. Because I like you for more than just your big thick cock."

"Yeah?" Vaas asks. "And what do you like about me?"

He's not getting an answer from you that easily.

"Give me free rein around the camp and I'll--"

"You lost, princesa (princess). Suck it the fuck up," Vaas orders.

You sigh in defeat. However, an idea comes to mind. It's not as rewarding as getting to walk around unattended, but it's something you want.

"May I tie you up then?"

The pirate raises a scarred brow and snorts.

"If you are a good little mascota (pet)."

"Always," you utter with a grin.

It's the truth. You swear.

#vaas montenegro #far cry 3 fanfiction #vaas montenegro x reader #far cry fanfiction #female reader

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vikkirosko · 10 months

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🐅 Vaas Montenegro x Reader x Citra Talugmai headcanons Rivalry 🗡

You've lived on Rook Islands since you were born. You knew this jungle like the back of your hand, you knew where the animals lived, which plants were poisonous and which, on the contrary, could save lives. You didn't have many friends, but those whom you could call your friends replaced hundreds of friends for you. These were Vaas and Citra. You spent a lot of time with them. All your childhood you were together, but when strangers came to your island, everything changed. You saw how Vaas and Citra began to quarrel and move away until in the end they turned out to be enemies for each other and you ended up between them

You tried to remain neutral and not choose sides, but it was difficult. Neither the locals nor the pirates touched you, but every time you came to Vaas or Citra, they tried to convince you to become part of their factions. You didn't know why they needed you, not even realizing that the reason for their so strong desire to keep you close to them was their feelings for you. You didn't notice that before they often argued over you, but now these disputes have turned into a full-fledged feud

Vaas has been in love with you since childhood. He always brought you the sweetest fruits that he found in the jungle, you studied every corner of the jungle with him, he taught you how to defend yourself, he taught you how to shoot when a large number of weapons appeared on the island. Even when Vaas was furious, he didn't hurt you. He was ready to protect you from other pirates and anyone who wanted to try to harm you, because he knew that with the appearance of pirates on the island, life there became more dangerous for you

Citra was well aware of the role she was going to take on, but she wasn't going to let her brother take all your attention. Even when you were children, she took you around the temple and told you about traditions and legends. When you got older, she often tried to convince you that only next to her you will be happy and only her way will bring prosperity to your native island. She didn't want you to participate in this war, but she wanted you to be by her side. She wanted you to be on her side

The enmity between Vaas and Citra was getting stronger. They both hid their feelings for you while continuing to confront each other. Their enmity would become even more serious if you chose one of them. Neither Vaas nor Citra were ready to give you up to anyone, but they could not peacefully coexist with the three of them either. Only the death of a rival could calm them down

#Far Cry #Far Cry 3 #Far Cry 3 x Reader #Far Cry 3 headcanons #vaas montenegro #vaas montenegro x reader #citra talugmai #Citra Talugmai x Reader

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plutoswritingplanet · 9 months

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I can't find this one fic I've read years ago, about Vaas from Far Cry 3. I just remember he called the main character Mermaid (?) or Siren (?) Something like that. It was finished and slapped major ass, but I can't find it now, does anyone have any clue?

Edit: @sleepytime-moga U ARE A LIFESAVER I OWE YOU MY FIRSTBORN <3 <3

#far cry 3 #vaas montenegro #vaas montenegro x reader #and they had like a pact where he wouldn't do anything unless she initiated it first #it had some banging moments #me talks

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Y/n: Amore, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Vaas: Yes, you lowly worm - now crawl back to your corner and assume the position while I get the flogger to punish you for asking such a ridiculous question!!

Y/n: ....I shouldn't have I asked that.

Vaas: Too late!

#vaas montenegro x reader #vaas x reader

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handsometheo · 2 years

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Vaas Montenegro Incorrect Quote

A random post for my favourite Far cry character that I wish more people would write fanfic for, I may start doing that randomly when not doing requests...

NOT MY GIF

Y/n: Look, last night was a mistake.

Vaas: A sexy mistake.

Y/n: No, just a regular mistake.

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Anyway here's links to my Masterlists

Masterlist of Masterlists

Borderlands

And My Redbubble

If anyone gets anything from my redbubble I may be more inclined to keep writing more. So that's cool ig

#far cry 3 vaas #far cry 3 #vaas #vaas montenegro #vaas montenegro x reader #Far cry #far cry games #Incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #Um hi #Wasn't expecting you to look here

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jacobseedisbabygirl · 1 year

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Vaas Montenegro x Male Y/N collage

I am taking requests for collage boards for characters!!!

#Vaas Montenegro #far cry 3 #aesthetic #male reader #male y/n #michael mando #collage board #Vaas Montenegro x male reader #vaas Montenegro x reader #x reader

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closecry · 2 years

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Hi, I was wondering if you had any Vaas fanfiction? You're blog is really cool.

Thank you so much!!! ❤️

I have 3 where he is involved. 2 where he is a main character and 1 where there was a past relationship. All 3 are Reader fics! Warnings & tags for each fic can be found through the links on AO3.

Trip Of A Lifetime

Rated: M, Word Count: 3,491

Description: You get invited to go on a free vacation to Rook Island... You end up getting more than you bargained for when you meet your soulmate... a man named Vaas who is involved in some shady business on the island.

Early Riser

Rated: G, Word Count: 745

Description: EXTREME fluff. Cuddling with Vaas in bed.

The Necklace

Rated: T, Word Count: 1,558

Description: You spent some time on Rook Island with someone who you grew close to - Vaas. Now, back home in Hope County with nothing more than your memories and his necklace, you're alone. Another man, John Seed, takes interest in you.

I hope you like them, I need to write more with Vaas :)

#far cry 3 #fc3 #vaas montenegro x reader #vaas montenegro imagine #vaas montenegro #vaas #og

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sp00kygoddessxx · 6 months

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₊ ⊹Little Distraction₊ ⊹

The Rook Islands were a paradoxical blend of paradise and peril. Amidst the breathtaking beauty of the tropical landscape lurked danger, and at the heart of it all was the enigmatic and unpredictable Vaas Montenegro.

You had become intimately familiar with the chaos and unpredictability of life on the Rook Islands, having found yourself entangled in a series of dangerous encounters with Vaas. Despite his madness and menace, there was an undeniable attraction.

One particular evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery glow over the lush jungles, you found yourself navigating the treacherous terrain of the island. The dense foliage concealed countless dangers, and every rustling leaf and distant sound sent a shiver down your spine.

Unbeknownst to you, Vaas Montenegro had been watching your every move from the shadows, his piercing green eyes fixed on your every step. He had a penchant for mischief and an insatiable desire for the thrill of the unexpected.

As you cautiously made your way through the jungle, a sense of unease settled over you. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched, that someone was lurking in the shadows just beyond your line of sight.

Your instincts were right. Vaas had been tracking you, silently closing the distance between you and him. With a sly grin on his face, he moved like a ghost through the underbrush, making no sound as he approached.

Suddenly, just as you reached a clearing in the jungle, Vaas pounced. He appeared out of nowhere, his arms encircling you from behind, and he let out a playful growl, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Boo."

You screamed in surprise, your heart racing as adrenaline surged through your veins. Your body went tense, and you whirled around to face your unexpected assailant.

Vaas stood before you, a devilish smirk on his lips, his eyes filled with amusement at your reaction. He had thoroughly enjoyed catching you off guard, reveling in the thrill of the moment.

You glared at him, a mixture of annoyance and frustration bubbling within you. "Vaas, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What the hell is wrong with you?"

He chuckled, his laughter as unpredictable as his actions. "Oh, mi amor, you take life too seriously. Sometimes you've got to embrace the chaos, let it sweep you away."

You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to smack him for the scare. "Embrace the chaos? Vaas, you're insane!"

He took a step closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice lowering to a seductive murmur. "That's what you like about me, isn't it? The madness, the unpredictability?"

Despite your irritation, you couldn't deny the truth in his words. There was something undeniably alluring about Vaas Montenegro, something that drew you in even as you fought to maintain your composure.

You shook your head, determined to regain your focus. "Vaas, I have more important things to do than deal with your antics. I can't afford to be distracted by you."

Vaas's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Distracted, huh? Well, mi amor, maybe a little distraction is just what you need."

Before you could protest, Vaas had closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce and passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with desire and recklessness, a reminder of the undeniable attraction that simmered between you.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the sensation of Vaas's lips against yours and the intoxicating allure of the chaos that surrounded him.

Eventually, as you both pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, Vaas grinned at you, his eyes filled with a playful glint. "See, mi amor, sometimes a little mischief can be a good thing."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation, even as a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. With Vaas Montenegro, every encounter was a wild and unpredictable ride, a reminder that life on the Rook Islands was anything but ordinary.

#vaas montenegro #vaas montenegro x reader #vaas x reader #far cry 3 #far cry 3 imagine #michael mando

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lostamongthestarz · 3 months

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Shout out to my gay thoughts when I started far cry new dawn

Started for Thomas Rush, ended up with Vaas as my favorite

Vaas x Trans!male reader

Fandom: Far Cry/Far cry 3

Character: Vaas montenegro

Warnings: Vaas himself counts as someone who needs a warning.

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❗❗FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN❗❗

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For these headcanons your just gonna be living on the island - somehow you managed to stay clear of everything that was happening

Until one night your awaken by a very injured Vaas, not being the one to let people bleed out on your floors - you help him.

This leads to more visits from Vaas, should he be? no, does he give a shit? no

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☆-->PDA, Vaas has his hands either on your hip or on your waist. he does not care.

☆-->if he spends the night? good luck getting up, I hope you don't need anything, but Vaas is clinging onto you like his life depends on it.

☆-->I don't know if he'd go all out with the petnames but maybe some basic ones

Cariño Amor

Pretty boy (I'm not sorry)

☆-->Maybe some other ones if you gain his trust enough, Vaas has a twisted sense of love in his mind. (holy fuck his backstory scares me)

☆-->You are the definition of "I can't fix him but I can indulge in his silly antics" (the silly antics being literally every crime he commits but 90% of the time your a bystander.)

☆-->he won't hesitate to murder a man if they tried to pull some shit, your his boy and he's not sharing.

☆-->yeah hes possessive as fuck (maybe protective but who knows) - everyone knows not to fuck with you unless they want to meet god.

☆--> wear his tanktop after he spends the night, congratulations you've just sealed your fate. You look good in his clothes he half the time doesn't take them back unless he really needs them.

☆-->The god of PDA, this mf will steal a kiss any chance he gets. Doesn't care who's around.

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I'm so normal about him (lying)

My inbox is open 💌

Requests open <3

#x male reader #x trans male reader #x reader #vaas montenegro #far cry #far cry 3 #far cry x reader

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dyns33 · 1 year

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Rook College

I did a silly College Vaas x female reader, because why not ?

Y/N could not explain how this happened.

You couldn't explain love after all. The heart had its reasons, all that.

While studying alone in the Rook University library, Vaas had come to sit next to her without warning. He had asked her what she was reading, before clearly explaining what he wanted.

If he didn't get a good mark on his next exam, he risked expulsion. And even though he didn't care one bit about studying, he really wanted his diploma, so he needed someone smart to help him.

Y/N looked smart. Smart enough to teach him, to not say no, and to know that she shouldn't tell anyone she had helped him.

This had happened six months ago.

They had been secretly dating for five months.

Really, Y/N couldn't explain how this happened.

She and Vaas were very different.

It was unclear what Vaas Montenegro, the tiger, was supposed to study. He took several courses, languages, sports, geography, cinema, philosophy, while attending almost none of them, preferring to spend his time in the dark corners of the campus.

Rumors were that he smoked, drank, did drugs, and sold whatever you needed to get others to do it too. People said he was violent, dangerous, crazy. He would have already had a lot of problems with the administration, he would have threatened a professor, and he would have fought with a lot of students. The girls were afraid of him, because some said he had done things.

Most of the rumors were true.

"I'm not going to lie to you, nena." Vaas said very honestly when he had just kissed her for the first time and she hadn't pushed him away. "I'm not a nice person. Well, not with everyone. With you, I'll be a true fucking gentleman. I'll never hurt you, mi corazon. You deserve the best, so I'll give you the best version of myself, no matter how imperfect it is."

The rumors about the girls were the only ones that were untrue, really. The only girl who must have been afraid of Vaas was his half-sister, Citra, whom he hated more than anything, and she was absolutely not afraid of him.

After the death of their parents, they had had a lot of problems, which he didn't like to talk about. He talked about it all the same to Y/N, while she hugged him, hidden in the darkness of his small student room.

Normally Vaas should have had a roommate, Carlos, but he had fired him. Carlos had fired another student, to move in with his friend Benny. It was convenient.

No one knew that Vaas and Y/N were together. No one. Outside his room, they saw each other secretly in the library, in empty hallways, or off campus.

They had never really discussed why they were hiding. Of course, Y/N was a bit afraid of what people were going to say. She was a bit afraid that their criticisms and judgments would spoil everything between them. It was also exciting to have a secret.

At the same time, she really wanted to tell everyone, because she really loved Vaas, she wanted people to know that he was hers, and that he wasn't as horrible as most people thought. She didn't care if the others didn't accept the situation.

He wasn't perfect, he said so himself, but he could be adorable. In any case, he was adorable with her, as he had promised.

"You're smiling like an idiot again, nena."

"I'm not allowed to smile ?"

"Of fucking course, I love your smile. My ray of sunshine. But when you look at me like that, I just feel weird, like I'm the happiest man alive, and I don't like feeling weird."

"I am very happy to be with you."

"There you go, you're also saying silly things, mi amor. You can't be happy with me, I'm a moron."

Vaas had very little self-confidence. That was why he compensated a lot with insults and violence, to hide his deep hurt, instead of just being honest with others.

He had a hard time letting people in. Y/N was an exception.

That was probably why he didn't want people to know about them. At least, that was what she thought, until she overheard a conversation he was having with some of his "friends", or colleagues as he preferred to call them.

Buck, Hoyt, Pagan, and John. It was true that he didn't often talk about them using compliments, but they spent a lot of time together. There was also his little gang, with Carlos, Ben and Miguel, even though they all called him "Jefe".

"The spring ball is coming."

"Fuck, the what ?" Vaas asked, finishing his cigarette. "What is this new bullshit again ?"

"The spring ball, Jefe. An idea from the director, to celebrate the end of the May exams, and please everyone."

"He thinks we're still in high school ? Stupid old bastard. No time for that bullshit."

"But good plan to sell gear." noted Hoyt.

"And fuck." Buck added.

"If too many jerks are high at the party, we might get in trouble. The director is already suspicious. Bad plan."

"What about fucking, Jefe ?"

"You want to fuck, Carlos ? Don't you already have little Ben for that ? Since you share a bed. You do what you want with your cock, hermano, not my fucking problem."

"It would do you good to have someone. Yuma could say yes, for one night. I saw two nice girls, Lisa and Daisy. There are several nice girls on campus."

"Shut up, Min."

"I saw you once with a little mouse. Y/N, I think ? Not my type, but if you like..."

"Shut up, Min." repeated Vaas, lighting a new cigarette, without adding anything and quickly changing the subject.

Y/N might have been happy that he didn't agree with what Pagan had said. About how she clearly wasn't interesting or beautiful enough to be with Vaas. But he hadn't said otherwise either.

And then she wondered if he wasn't hiding her just because he was ashamed. Because his reputation would be bad with dating a girl like Y/N.

She thought about it for hours, days, feeling terribly hurt. He had promised never to hurt her.

"Nena, are you listening to me ?" Vaas asked, waving his hand in front of her face, visibly worried. "You haven't touched your ice cream and you haven't said anything for ten minutes. I started talking about flying dolphins, hermosa. Talking flying dolphins, and you didn't say anything at all."

"Oh, sorry."

"Are you… are you okay ?"

"Vaas. I think it's better if we stop seeing each other."

This conclusion had become clear to her the day before, when she was crying in her bed. Even though she loved him, and she was pretty sure he loved her too, their story was going nowhere, and it was ridiculous to continue.

Vaas stared at her for a long time. For a moment she wondered if he was going to scream, or cry, or bang his glass against the table in the little bar where they were, but he didn't move, completely frozen, as if the world had just come crashing down around him.

"... I did something ?" he finally asked in a low voice.

"No, it's not you. You've been wonderful to me, really, but... I don't think it's working. I'm not saying you're ashamed of me, but I know you don't want people to know about us, and I get it. It's better that way."

"Y/N..."

"Please." she said standing up. "It's really better that way. You'll find better, like Lisa or Daisy. Goodbye, Vaas."

She left very quickly, boarding the first bus to escape him, as he ran after her, shouting her name. Y/N fled to Amita's house, where she ignored Vaas' calls and messages, telling herself again and again that it was the right decision.

She repeated it to herself when she returned to her dorm room and her roommate jumped on her asking who had filled all the space with flowers.

She repeated it to herself again when she passed in front of her name written in huge letters on the main wall of the campus, surrounded by small hearts.

"I heard you had a secret admirer." Jason sneered without malice, as he and the rest of his band came to sit at her table during lunch break.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Do you know who it is ? I bet for Ajay."

"Ajay ? Ajay Ghale ?"

"Yes. You two are friendly, aren't you ?"

Yes, Ajay and her were friends. Nothing more. They often studied together, and more than once she had to reassure Vaas about him, without revealing that Ajay couldn't love her like that, since he preferred the other team.

"I heard rumors that he was going to invite you to the ball."

"Don't listen to rumours."

"Maybe but..."

Keith couldn't finish his sentence. A huge, repetitive metallic noise was heard throughout the canteen, and when she turned to see what it was, Y/N discovered Vaas, standing on a table in the middle of the room, banging on a saucepan with a pan.

He only stopped when everyone looked at him.

"SHUT UP, MOTHERFUCKERS, SHUT UP, I'M TALKING !" he shouted, before pointing his pan in a specific direction. "Y/N ! DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE SPRING BALL WITH ME ?!"

Too surprised by the situation, Y/N didn't have time to be embarrassed by feeling all eyes turn towards her. Vaas was staring at her too, with an intense gaze, full of hope and passion, and since she wasn't sure she could speak, she nodded.

This seemed to satisfy him, as he flashed a huge grin, before grimacing as he looked at the others.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT ?! EAT YOUR LUNCH, CABRONS!"

He then jumped off the table and left the canteen as if nothing had happened. Of course, he was the only one to act as if everything was normal. Everyone asked Y/N hundreds of questions.

Why had Vaas done this ? Did he send the flowers and draw the hearts ? Was he serious or was he having fun ? Did he hurt her ? Why had she agreed to go to the ball with him ?

It was then obvious to Y/N that if Vaas had been afraid that people would judge, criticize, make comments, and that one of them would end up being ashamed, it was not by thinking of him and his "friends". If one of them should be ashamed of their couple according to him, it was her.

"No, really, why ?" asked Daisy, who had followed her into the girls' bathroom, repeating that she was worried, like everyone else. "You can tell him no. We can go see a teacher."

"I'm fine. He's not… Look, he's not as terrible as people think."

"How can you know that ?"

All these questions were starting to give her a headache. Y/N wanted to take refuge in her bed, hide under her covers, far from everything. She was about to answer, when an arm landed around her shoulders, and a head stuck to hers.

"She knows because we've been dating for five months, hermana. Now you're leaving her alone with your fucking questions, it's really annoying."

Vaas didn't care about the "girls' toilet" sign. He didn't care about almost any rules, which he saw as challenges.

Seeing Daisy open her mouth to retaliate, he raised a finger and calmly told her to shut up, while continuing to hold Y/N with his protective arm. She couldn't help but look at him with a smile, which caught his attention.

"Nena, you're smiling like an idiot again."

"Sorry." she whispered, still smiling.

"It's okay, mi amor." he said kissing her. "Tell me if that bitch pisses you off again."

This slightly romantic scene did not reassure Daisy at all, and the following Saturday, during a small party that had been planned for a long time, the others took over to check that Vaas had not threatened Y/N to go out with him.

"I repeat, he is nice. Sometimes."

"Only 'sometimes' ?" Oliver muttered.

"No, I mean… With me all the time, but if I tell everyone how nice he can be, he's going to get mad."

"He's going to get mad at you ?!" Riley shuddered.

"No ! Against the others. He is going to go see them to break their teeth in order to prove that he is not gentle. Then he will ask me why I did this with his little pout, before going to sulk in a corner until he decides he wants hugs."

"Hugs..." Grant repeated. "Y/N, simple hugs are fine. But maybe he just wants more and that's not serious."

"If he just wanted more, he would have left me months ago."

"Because you are not easy."

"Because he already had more." she answered honestly.

"What ?!" Liza asked indignantly. "No, don't tell me you two..."

Her phone saved her, 'La Vida Loca' already telling her who was calling her, and everyone really stopped talking when they saw the name on her screen.

"Yes Vaas ?"

"Mi corazon. I miss you. You want to come to my place ? I have a great movie, and mangoes."

"Why mangoes ?"

"Why not ? Are you coming ?"

"I can't, I'm at a party with friends."

"The idiots ? They're not bothering you with questions again, are they ? I can tell they're bothering you, I can tell you're not well. I can come and yell at them for you if you want."

"I'm doing fine, thanks."

"Okay. As you wish, nena. I'll eat my mangoes by myself. And tomorrow I'll take you to the restaurant. I'll dress nicely, like a penguin, and I'll speak like an English nobleman."

"You're ridiculous." she laughed, imagining the scene.

"Just for you."

This time, seeing her smile like a fool on the phone, everyone seemed to understand as though they were different, though he wasn't perfect, though it might seem strange, Y/N and Vaas really loved each other. They were happy together, and everything was going perfectly well.

It couldn't be explained, it was just like that.

So when she hung up, they didn't ask her any more questions, and although Vaas remained convinced for a long time that it was because they were afraid of him, it was mainly because Rook College saw for the first time that the tiger wasn't as wild as he wanted to make it out to be, purring like a kitten whenever he was with Y/N.

He still broke the teeth and fingers of those who dared to make the remark to prove the contrary.

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Hey do you still do request? if you do can i request a vaas x hurt fem reader?

where reader and vaas were old friends, they ended their friendship couple years before jason his friends came to the island,Reader made herself a group of people who hated citra and vaas, jason find a group with girl leader, citra warded jason about, but reader was very welcoming towards jason, when jason went after vaas citra told jason that vaas and reader were old friends and she told him if he wanted to hurt vaas he had to kill reader, jason walked into readers house she was about to tell he something but she stopped when she saw the gun in his hand, vaas heard gunshots not to far away fro where he was, him and his group when went to look what the gunfire was, when he find readers group all died he knew jason and citra did it, he went into readers house and saw her blooding out on the floor with a gun in her hand, vaas thought she wouldnt make it back to his camp. i love your work so much!!

Crimson Allure || Vaas Montenegro x Female Reader

A/n: I love this idea, hun. And I apologize it took so long to do. We added so much more to this plot, and it morphed into one hell of an idea, so I hope I got everything right. Please enjoy. Also, I will admit that I had on repeat Backlight by Ado the entire time I was writing this, so I apologize if certain aspects of the song found its way into the story.

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, blood and injury, minor character death, Female (Seed) Reader, gun violence, and vaginal sex.

No Minors Allowed!!

The rich earthy scent of mud permeates the air as you saunter from the main hut upon hearing your name. Your boots sink into the damp soil as you approach an unnamed man with various tattoos on his upper arms, leaning down in front of him. You aren't bothered by the dirt on your knees as your pants absorb the moisture from the earth; you were born in a poor neighborhood in Rome, Georgia where mud on your pants was not as concerning as the abuse you had suffered from your old man – a story for another time. So, when the native spits at you, almost hitting you in the face, you easily ignore it.

"Citra sent you here, did she not?" You ask.

Lifting your arm, you point toward a wooden crate sitting nearby.

"For those? Whatever is inside must be important to her; enough so that she sent four of her warriors here to steal it from us."

The man grins in response.

"You and the fake islanders are no better, stealing from the pirates; from that bastard Vaas."

You turn up your eyes. Unlike Citra, you are not scared to confront Vaas. You had made the call to swarm one of his outposts and retrieve the crate. If he came knocking, you'd be more than happy to welcome him with a gun to the head.

Gesturing toward the crate, you watch in anticipation as one of your men breaks into it with a crowbar. He reaches inside and yanks out an assault rifle; the kind of firepower you were hoping to gain. You turn your eyes back to the Rakyat (people) warrior, grinning.

"So, she's making a move on Vaas. But one crate won't do her any better than it does us."

"Our pemimpin (leader) has more than enough; she has a serdadu (warrior); one befitting of the Tatau," the man explains.

You've heard these words before. It's troublesome, but there is nothing you can do but confront the warrior when they start a war with you, and they will; you know Citra made damn sure to give them your name.

Standing with a sigh, you turn your back to the man, content with this information.

"The serdadu (warrior) is coming from your head next!" The man shouts.

You snort and peer over your shoulder at him.

"I hope so. The sooner this business is over with them; the sooner the Tinju (fist) of the island can drive away the devils plaguing it."

Leaving your warriors to deal with the man, you walk back into the hut, hearing your walkie go off. You recognize the impatient voice on the other end and quickly answer it, ignoring the gunshot that pierces the air.

"I'm here. Forgive me."

"Where the fuck are you?" Asks the voice.

You sit down at your desk overlooking the postcards and hidden letters that you had been fondly looking through before your name had been called, picking a postcard up. The image on the front was of a beautiful mountain range with the words: 'Greetings from the Whitetail Region, Hope County' below it.

"Answer me, girl," the voice of Hoyt Volker orders.

You frown, pressing down on the call button.

"I'm on the North Island. The walkies barely pick up here."

"The fuck are you doing over there?" Hoyt asks. He knows the answer; he's just testing you.

Unbeknownst to him, you are planning a revolution. The Tinju (fist) are natives of the Rook Islands who are fed up with Vaas and Citra murdering and puppeteering them for their gain. They are not as bloodthirsty or organized as the Pirates or the Rakyat (people), but their determination to see the islands returned to them is strong; so strong that they are willing to stare death in the face to get it.

"I came here to check on the island as you asked. Vaas is running around pissing off the natives and in protest, they are stealing guns and burning down marijuana fields," you explain.

It isn't a complete lie. Hoyt did ask you to see what was going on, only you've been the one orchestrating the entire thing; at least the two you had mentioned.

"I only want to make you happy, father."

It stings to address him as such, but you have no other option. He did adopt you after all; train you into the monster that you are now. Tears sting your eyes as you stare at the words on the back of the postcard; loving words from your older brother Joseph who welcomes you into his flock, telling you that Eden's Gate – his church – will always be home to you. Home is all you have ever wanted, especially since you lost yours when you were 13; the day you were kidnapped from your foster family and sold.

Hoyt had been the one pulling the strings, a human trafficker who seemed to take a liking to you. He had kept you by his side ever since, adopting you as his own and molding you however he wanted. You were already a broken thing; years of abuse from Old Man Seed and the separation from your brothers had made you colder, but once you got in contact with John, your twin, after seeing him on the TV, he promised that Joseph could save your soul.

You just had to finish your business on the island and then return to your brothers. Two years ago, it had not been your intention to become the leader of the Tinju (fist), but after seeing the remaining natives; the ones not bound to Citra's will or Vaas' insanity, you had gathered them together and given them hope. Perhaps you are more like Joseph than you had thought.

"That's a good girl. Get your ass back here when you can," Hoyt demanded.

"I will," you state.

And when you do, you plan to bring an army with you.

You set the walkie down on the desk, and then gather the letters and postcards from your brothers; one in particular from John had explained the symbolism of carving sins into your flesh as a way to atone through pain, so like him, you had etched 'sloth' onto your chest, crossing it out as a way to show that the sin didn't control you; not anymore; not when you were doing everything in your power to liberate the Rook Islands.

Taking the letters, you stash them away in your bag and then saunter over to the wall where a map of the island is pinned up with tacks. Several pirate outposts are circled in red and green; the Tinju (fist) and whoever Citra's warrior is liberated many of them. Your outpost is a small one located northwest of Amanaki Village, but you easily notice the recent pattern of red leading to your doorstep.

That's fine; let them come.

Perhaps there is a way to align both of your interests.

The sound of gunshots wakes you from a restless sleep. You sit up on your cot and glance around the darkness of the main hut as something terrible transpires around you. The scent of smoke seizes your lungs, making you cough. What is going on out there? Hearing a noise outside your hut, one of your men runs in with a recently stolen assault rifle and claims in a panic that the hut is on fire; the warrior that Citra had made is here.

"We need to take you away from here, majikan (boss)," he mentions.

You are reluctant to do as he suggests, however. You can't leave them to protect the outpost alone.

"We are nothing without you. Let us protect you," he insists.

"That isn't true," you argue with a cough.

Your warrior seems reluctant to argue with you, but he rushes over and yanks you onto your feet and leads you outside. The cold mud squishes between your toes and in your haste, you forget to grab the walkie and your bag. The damage nearly makes you cry. Several of your people are dead and the outpost is in ruins; red and orange fire spreads quickly from one building to the next devouring everything from the armory to the hut that you frequently inhabit.

My letters.

All this violence without reason just to take your life. Fuck Citra! A rage burns in you as you stand there backlit by the flames. How dare she.

"I need a gun," you declare.

The man holding your arm stares at you for a moment in uncertainty and then hands you his secondary weapon. You pull away from him, yanking the hammer back on the handgun, and then you walk toward the sound of gunfire as your people attempt to protect the base from the intruder. You are incredibly scared but your anger forces you to act.

"Are you scared?" Hoyt had once asked you, as he forced a gun into your hand – the first time he made you shoot a person who crossed him. "Don't get scared. You make mistakes when you are scared."

You take a deep breath, remembering his cruel but practical words. He's right. You are acting out in anger and fear, and not thinking reasonably. Your brothers would urge you to try a more peaceful approach and speak with the warrior. You aren't Citra and you sure as hell aren't Vaas. But how to get their attention?

You spot a man you have never seen before; a foreigner with brown hair peeking out from behind a crate of weapons. Motioning for your people to cease fire, you approach him recklessly, keeping enough distance between you both in case he decides you aren't worth the breath you are about to take. His attention falls on you, staring you down, then he ducks behind the crates.

"Do I have your attention? I want to speak to you," you ask.

"My name is Jason," he replies. "Are you the leader here?"

At least you know his name now.

"I am, so shut the fuck up and listen for a moment!" You shout. Yes, you are still pissed about losing your letters. "We're not your enemy! I'm not sure what Citra promised you, but you're killing the wrong fucking people!"

Silence permeates the air, and you wonder if Jason had considered your words.

"Do you know Vaas?!" He asks with a shout.

What sort of question is that? You raise a curious brow.

"Yes. He's the only other asshole besides Citra and Hoyt on this island that I have to deal with day in and day out."

"He took my friends! I'm gonna kill that motherfucker! And if what Citra said is right, you are the only way to hurt him," Jason explains.

What sort of lie did Citra tell him? You and Vaas may have seen eye to eye before; four years ago, when Hoyt had introduced him to you, but things were much different now.

"Vaas and I--"

The said man suddenly interrupts you, standing up and firing his gun. You feel a sharp pain bite at your side and as you look down, you notice red blooming across your shirt.

He shot me... The fuck.

A wave of cold dizziness washes over you and you fall to your knees in the mud, gripping the wound. You aren't sure who starts it, but gunfire echoes around the camp. A pair of warm hands grab your arms, yanking you onto your feet and leading you toward a Scavenger parked near the gate. Two of your people enter the vehicle, ushering you into the back. You lean your head against the headrest as the driver steers from the outpost and tears down the dirt road, heading to where you hope is the Doctor's house.

You can't believe Jason didn't listen to you. Yes, you understand the reason, but he should have at least heard you out. So much for taking the high road. You shut your eyes in annoyance listening to the two argue in the front. The sound of the tires tearing down the road permeates your ears, then all at once you hear the sound of gunshots.

Is he following––

The Scavenger comes to a sudden stop, almost tossing you from the seat. You open your eyes and to your horror, you notice a vehicle parked on the road. A man in red – a pirate – stands behind the turret attached to the vehicle he's in, aiming it in your direction.

"Get down!" You shout.

A rain of bullets pelts the hood of the vehicle. You dunk into the floor behind the seat, groaning as your side erupts in burning pain. As the gunfire ceases and the air clears, you dare a glance into the front and passenger seat to see that your people are thankfully alive. The vehicle is not as fortunate. Smoke rises from the holes in the hood and vanishes in the gunpowder-scented air. Who would––

"Are you alive, cocksuckers?!" A familiar voice asks loudly.

Your eyes widen. What is Vaas doing here?

This is bad.

What are you to do? You need medical attention, but you know that Vaas will not be kind to either you or your people. Groaning, you ease into the backseat, remaining down in case he urges the pirates to continue shooting.

"Lie down your guns and do your best not to annoy him," you order the two in the front.

You have no idea if Vaas will spare them but perhaps you can keep him from immediately killing them. He may do the same to you; it's hard to say. Your people toss their guns into the floorboards, waiting for your next move as you slowly pop open the back door.

"We're unarmed!" You shout.

"¡Mierda (shit)! Is that you, Volker?!" Vaas asks, sounding more humored than concerned.

You hate when he calls you this. Without it, however, his pirates would not fear you; Vaas certainly doesn't, but at least he won't put a bullet between your eyes.

"It is!" You answer with a shout. It hurts to do so, and you are extremely tired, but you have no other choice. Honestly, it would be easier to talk to him face-to-face. "We're coming out!"

Easing open the back door a bit more, you step out first.

"Don't make eye contact with him and if he speaks to you, don't raise your voice," you order your people in a whisper.

Clutching your side, you stumble toward the Scavenger sitting in the road where Vaas is standing with three others whose names you don't know. Like it or not, you are his enemy and so resting on your knees in front of him is the only choice you have; your people follow suit.

"You look like shit, amiga (friend)," the pirate states with a snort. He saunters over and crouches in front of you, reaching down to force your hand away from the wound earning a groan of pain from you.

"I need a doctor. I'm bleeding out," you mention. A wave of dizziness crashes over you and for a moment and you have to slam your eyes closed to keep from falling onto your side.

Vaas presses his finger against the hole, bringing you to with a sob as pain surges through your side. You want to cuss him; to tell him to fuck off, but you know better.

"Who put a bullet in you?"

"That w-wannabe Citra has running around the island for her. He has a bone to pick with you for taking his friends," you answer.

Vaas raises a brow.

"Snow fucking White went after you? That pequeña perra (little bitch) has some big cojones (testicles)."

"Well, he got me," you utter. "And if I don't get to a doctor, I'm as good as dead."

There is no way in hell you are going to beg him to save you, but things are looking grim for you. It feels like any second you may pass out.

"I don't feel good," you utter with a weak laugh.

Standing up, Vaas motions for a pirate – a wall of a man with an assault rifle – to come closer, whispering something to him. The man looks down at you, then walks over and pulls you onto your feet. The sudden movement causes your head to spin, but you shake it off, turning to glance over your shoulder as Vaas takes out his gun.

"Vaas?"

You know exactly what he is planning.

"Let them go. Vaas please," you beg.

Struggling against the pirate, he opens the back door and pushes you inside. To your horror, your people are gunned down. Angry tears burn your eyes as you turn them to the floor, not wanting to see their bodies. You knew he'd never let them go; it was ignorant on your part to ask them to tuck their tails and accept death. Resting your back against the seat, you wait for Vaas to return, sitting beside you – a pirate in a red bandana sits on the other side. Glaring at him, he ignores you and orders the wall of a man – who he refers to as Carlos – to drive.

The dizziness sets in, and you whimper, leaning your head against his arm. Despite the heat, you're freezing. It's too much just to keep your eyes open, so you close them, fading out of consciousness.

Familiar voices reach your ears, pulling you into consciousness; your body fights back, begging you to go back to sleep but you manage to open your eyes and look around. A man in a dirty white coat catches your attention first and you immediately recognize him, Dr. Earnhardt. The other voice belongs to Vaas, who stands in front of the bed that you are lying on. His attention turns to you as you try to sit up.

"Rest, my dear," the doctor orders, walking to your side. "You suffered a nasty shot to the side, but luckily for you, I found someone who could give you a few liters of blood."

"I feel like shit," you utter weakly, resting on the mattress. "It's good to see you, Dr. E."

"Likewise," the said man mentioned with a smile.

You aren't sure which comment he is agreeing with, but you ignore it.

"How am I doing?"

"You're going to live, my dear. The bullet came out the other side, so there was no need to go fishing around in there for it. And as far as I can tell, your bowl was not perforated; you should be fine. I'm not a real doctor, however, so you should try not to exert yourself," Dr. E answers. He leans closer and grins. "I can however offer you something to take away the pain if you like."

You aren't sure you will fare well on whatever drugs he has to offer. His shit is strong, you hear.

"I'm fine. Thank you for patching me up though."

"No problem, dear. You know where to find me if you need me," the doctor states.

With a concerned look, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving you with Vaas. The pirate is quiet; you find this weird. You don't want to speak to him, not after he shot your people, but you do owe him a kind word for saving your life.

"Thank you, Vaas."

He glances at you and hums.

"The fuck was Citra thinking?"

"I don't know. All Jason said was that she told him to kill me because it would hurt you somehow," you answer.

Vaas snorts.

"Puta (bitch)! Thinks she knows how to get into my fucking head."

And now you are as good as dead. Vaas knows your plans; he can easily take you to Hoyt for betraying him. You rest your arm over your face, holding back a sob. It sucks to have come this far, just to be caught by the enemy. You would have loved to have seen your brothers; met your new sister, Faith.

"Can you do something for me Vaas?" You ask, removing your arm to look at him. "I don't want to be taken back to Hoyt after what my people and I did. He won't ever let me go; the sick fuck will probably respect the fact I tried to overthrow him. I'd rather die and I'd rather it be you who kills me."

Vaas grins.

"Is that what you want, Volker? To give papi (daddy) the finger. You are fucking loca (crazy)... but I respect that." He scratches at the scar above his eyes, then pulls his gun and tosses it onto the table nearby. Crawling onto the bed, he slides open your legs and rests between them.

You raise a brow in curiosity. What is he doing?

"If you are giving me your life, I'm gonna take my time with it. A bullet is too easy," Vaas explains.

Perhaps this is a mistake.

He leans down and presses his mouth against yours, causing your eyes to widen. He can't be serious. Pushing against his chest, you part from him.

"What are you doing?"

Vaas grins and presses his fingers against your bandaged side; you groan in protest.

"I'm fucking Hoyt's daughter."

You are speechless. Staring into his wild green eyes, you think back to the first time you had met him. He was a former Rakyat (people) whose eyes held a burning hatred in them. Hoyt seemed to like his passion, but you feared the damage he could do if left to his own devices. Two years later, he became a leader and his rage seemed to grow, powered by drugs and whatever anger he felt for Citra, who you later learned was his sister. There had been a certain allure to his madness that held you captive.

And hearing him admit to wanting to fuck you drives you insane with need. You lean up on your elbows despite the pain in your side, kissing him. Fingers slide into your hair, angling your head

You sink your hand down to his cock, rubbing it through his pants. Vaas groans against your mouth and then pushes you back down onto the bed. You watch him stand, undoing his pants and removing them. His hard cock makes your mouth water as you wait eagerly for him to get back on the bed. Once he does, he reaches for the button on your pants and helps you remove them, taking your panties as well.

"My hero," you tease.

Vaas snorts and spreads your legs, resting between your thighs.

"You're funny, no? Save your praises."

He lines his cock up at your entrance and turns his eyes to you. Vaas has to know you want him; you shouldn't have to beg, but you know it's what he wants to hear.

"Please. I want this... I want you."

With an uncontrolled thrust, he enters you, earning a moan in response. Your walls tighten around him as he begins to wreck your pussy, bouncing you. Vaas brings one hand up and rests it on the bed next to your head to support his weight; the other slides beneath your shirt and to your chest, reaching beneath your bra to caress your breasts one at a time. His warm hand makes your nipples harden.

"You know, I never knew you were into self-mutilation, Volker," Vaas mentions as his fingers cross over the word on your chest.

"It's a way for me t-to atone," you claim as you wrap your legs around his waist. He wouldn't understand even if you explained it to him. "And furthermore, if you want this pussy to stay wet, then you'd best not call me Volker."

Vaas snorts and pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your pussy tightens in response. Releasing you, he traces your side and presses against the bandage. A terrible pain shoots through you as he does so.

"Easy," you groan.

Vaas lets up and though it hurts a bit his thrusts hit your cervix in a way that brings you pain and pleasure. It's almost too much, enough so that this won't last much longer. Tightening your legs around his waist, the sensation in your lower body continues to grow until you can no longer contain it. A surge of pleasure tears through you, causing your worn-out body to tense up beneath the pirate. With one hand he grips your hip; the other continues to rest beside your head as he pounds into you, grinning as your soft moans permeate the air. As you slowly come down from your high, Vaas pulls from you, covering your thighs in cum.

This almost seems unreal. You unwind your legs from the pirate's waist, allowing him to stand up beside the bed. Your throat is dry and sore as you attempt to clear your throat, pointing to the mess on your thighs. He doesn't expect you to let it dry, does he?

Tossing you his shirt to clean up with, he rests on the bed beside you. Once you are done, you resume your spot, groaning as pain shoots through your side. This isn't going to be easy to deal with, but at least you can maintain your cover by stating one of Hoyt's enemies had shot you. Vaas is a loose end, however. He can turn you in if he wants; an action you are curious as to whether or not he will do.

"Are you going to tell Hoyt about this? About the Tinju (fist)?" You ask.

"That fucker is gonna love this," Vaas teases, sticking out his tongue.

You turn up your eyes.

"He's going to shoot us if he finds out, Vaas – especially me."

"I'd do the same," the pirate admits. "And maybe I'll tell him before I put a bullet between his eyes. I fucked your daughter cocksucker; think of that on your way to hell."

You widen your eyes, not because of the taunt but because of what he had said before.

"You plan to kill Hoyt?"

"Who the fuck doesn't," Vaas retorts with a snort.

He has a point.

"But why?" You ask.

Vaas turns onto his side and puts a finger to your lips, hushing you.

"Doesn't fucking matter, Volker. Because you and I are gonna send him to hell... and then we're gonna finish this little game we're playing; the king of the fucking island."

You don't want to rule the island; you never did. Once Hoyt is dead, you plan to go home to the states if this war doesn't kill you first. But this is a story for another time. Vaas is giving you a chance to see at least one of your dreams come true. It's best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

At least someone shares your rage; even adores you for it. Joseph wouldn't agree with your way of thinking, but this is something that needs to be done.

Whatever comes next is for fate to decide.

Perhaps it should be 'wrath' carved into your skin.

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