#Vaas Montenegro x Reader

[lostamongthestarz]

Hai!! I loved your Vaas x trans male reader, it was seriously refreshing after seeing JUST fem readers 😭😭

Anyways I was wondering, can you do a Vaas x trans male reader with the reader getting kidnapped by Citra and Jason and Vaas just goes absolutely feral

I love your brain anon, And yeah, I got tired of seeing just Xfemale readers for Vaas. Sometimes you have to write it yourself.

hope this is good enough !

Vaas x Trans! male reader who was taken by Citra and Jason

Fandom: Far Cry/Far cry 3

Character: Vaas montenegro

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

Gore/blood/everything you'd expect from Vaas

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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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You were never supposed to be caught in the crossfire.

Vaas had done everything he could in his power to keep you as his secret. But now he was kicking himself in the ass for not worrying about something like this sooner -

Somehow Citra had caught wind of someone who had managed to capture Vaas's seemingly cold - sadistic heart, and like the lap dog he was, Jason under the orders of Citra went and fetched you. stealing you away one night while Vaas was gone.

At first - his men tried to hide it from Vaas, they were the ones who found your home almost in ruins. But Vaas? Vaas found out for himself and when he found out? he stormed back to camp. He shot the first person he saw.

he began hunting Jason down - he wasn't only hunting Jason down no, He was hunting for his boy.

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as for you? Citra couldn't risk having you around the temple or anywhere near her and the others - so she had Jason set up camp with a few others around. However, this didn't last long.

you didn't know how long it had been, you had lost track of time. the ropes around your wrists burned, and you didn't care for Jason's poor attempts at getting you to talk. you just sat there - waiting until you either passed out or until Citra figured out what to do with you.

You were just about to give up when you heard the sound of gunfire, Jason knew who it was - so without any hesitation, Jason was gone, and the sound of his rapid footsteps getting farther and farther away could be heard. With what strength you had left you lifted your head and saw Vaas.

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Vaas was covered head to toe in blood, it stained his clothes and skin. the second he laid eyes on you - your tired form? he wanted Jason and Citra's heads on pikes.

"Maldito infierno, chico bonito, pareces una mierda"

Vaas said he bent down to untie your wrists before he picked you up. you could walk sure, but you were far too tired, and it felt nice to be carried. As the two of you made your way back to camp there were piles of bodies - it was straight out of a horror movie.

Vaas wanted to send a message

no one takes his boy and lives

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Maldito infierno, chico bonito, pareces una mierda = "Fucking hell - pretty boy you look like shit"

My inbox is open 💌

Requests open <3

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 26 Vaas Montenegro

"… No."

"Why not, nena ?"

"Just no."

The memory of the previous year still haunted the entire camp, who dreaded the approach of Halloween and what Vaas had prepared to have fun with his pirates this time.

Even if Y/N had almost begged him not to do anything, before trying to convince him with kisses, then ordering him with threats, but it was obvious that their leader had really enjoyed seeing them scared, and spending a few days on the couch would not be enough to make him change his mind.

For several weeks, he had disappeared deep into the jungle, asking not to be disturbed. No one was crazy enough to disobey but the noises and crazy laughter that echoed between the trees were not very reassuring.

Y/N was probably the least nervous, because despite his obvious madness accompanied by mood swings, Vaas cared too much about her to hurt her. That wouldn't stop him from finding it amusing to play pranks on her that he deemed innocent and harmless.

The problem was his very personal definition of "innocent" and "harmless".

The pride was visible on his face when he presented his creation to her. He had once again been very inspired by Hollywood movies, and with all the abandoned buildings on the island, he hadn't had to sweat much to create his own house of horror.

"The giant mouse would be super jealous if he saw this. I could sell him the concept for his crappy park, but I don't like him, I'll cut off his head and put it in the decor."

"Are you talking about Mickey ? You know he doesn't really exist, right ?"

"Of course I know, nena. He only comes out during parades. So, do you want to visit ?"

"Once again, no."

"But whyyyyy ?" he groaned, jumping up and down like a disappointed child.

He was kind enough not to force her, unlike his pirates who had the choice between a bullet in the leg and living "the best experience of their entire futile existence". Many chose the bullet in the leg, until it was obvious that they would then be forced to crawl into the house to see the macabre spectacle no matter what.

And hearing the screams, it was better to be able to run.

It was impossible to know what exactly was going on inside, because either the pirates were so traumatized by the attraction that they didn't speak for days, or they were so afraid of Vaas that they kept it a secret.

In an attempt to convince her to go in, the pirate leader had suggested to Y/N that they go together.

"They'll be less aggressive if I'm here. Or more aggressive ? I don't really know."

"Who are 'they' ?"

"I don't know anymore. They must not remember either with all the drugs I made them take. Shall we go now ?"

"… You promise me that we really won't risk anything ?"

"Hermosa. I will never let anything happen to you. I will protect you, like a superhero. Like Captain Phillips."

"I think you are mixing up several movies, but I will take a big risk and trust you." Y/N sighed.

"I admire this proof of immense love that also clearly indicates a mental problem. Come on nena !"

In the end, Y/N saw almost nothing of the attraction, so scared that she spent the entire time in his arms, her face against his neck, while he oscillated between laughing, murmuring comfort and barking at his creatures who were getting too close.

He apologized when they were outside. He didn't think she would be so scared, when she wasn't afraid of him at all. He was much more terrifying than that.

To do things right, he went to get flowers and forced his pirates to find candies, chocolates, all the best sweet things on the island to please her.

He chose a not too scary movie to watch together, even if he considered that Cats wasn't so bad, singing all the songs.

With a huge smile anyway, he agreed to stay with her all night because she was still too scared to sleep, and he would be there in case of nightmares. Y/N wondered if that wasn't his goal all along.

But his plan having worked too well, Vaas felt a little bad seeing her still panicked the next day, continuing to pamper her until she felt better. Maybe she made the most of it by pretending for almost a month, but if he realized it, he didn't complain.

[alessiathepirate]

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

•••

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.

[sp00kygoddessxx]

₊ ⊹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.

[rockstarrat]

FAR CRY MASTERLIST

ᥫ᭡ JASON BRODY

ᥫ᭡ VAAS MONTENEGRO

ᥫ᭡ LIZA SNOW

ᥫ᭡ CITRA TALUGMAI

ᥫ᭡ FAITH SEED

ᥫ᭡ CHRISTOPHER MINTZ-PLASSE

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Could I request Vaas x reader, role reversal where Vaas is the visitor and now kidnapped merchandise. Pirate reader decides he looks good enough to try out before he's sold.

A/n: I apologize that this took such a long time to write. This was an amazing request and I had so much fun writing it. Thank you. Without further ado, here we go.

Warning(s): female reader, role reversal, blood, violence, implied death, annoyance, fighting, language, Vaas being Vaas, reader thinking she's dominant, sex, and threats.

No Halo || Vaas Montenegro

The rude and sudden sound of the door swinging open in a rush pulls you from your wandering thoughts. You avert your curious eyes to the ignorant pirate standing in your room, dubious of his actions, and narrow them. 

"Four tourists–"

"Are you unfamiliar with how a door works?" You ask calmly, interrupting the man in red. 

He remains silent, knowing that he disturbed you. Without a word, he nods. 

You snort in response, standing from the chair near the window where you had been resting, staring out at the expanse of the jungle beyond the outpost. As you approach the pirate, your little underling, you watch him visibly tense up.

"Then I shouldn't have to remind you how to use one…but since you're so forgetful I'll explain it again. When the door is closed, you knock before entering." You pause a moment to tap him on the forehead with your finger. "It's simple. It's a matter of whether you leave this room with your balls intact. Do you understand?"

He nods, but you aren't so sure he understands.

"Show me. Go back out and do it again."

The pirate takes an uneasy breath, then leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. A moment later, he knocks. You wait patiently until the second knock before you respond.

"You can come in."

He does so and stands by the door until you motion for him to continue with his earlier statement.

"Four tourists were brought into camp. Carlos has them out front, waiting for you." 

"I can see why you're so impatient," you retort with a grin. 

The pirates like it when tourists are brought in. It's a matter of curing boredom and getting paid; the former you yearn for. 

Sauntering from the room, you locate Carlos with two others near the bamboo cages with the tourists; each one is on their knees. As you approach, he hands you a stack of licenses. Each one of them except for one is a foreigner. 

"Vaas Montenegro," you utter beneath your breath.  

What is a local doing amongst the tourists? You glance at him with a brow raised. Despite his unruly appearance; patchy mohawk with a pronounced scar branching out across the side of his head, he is handsome. Too bad he doesn't look expensive. 

"You know, this island isn't even listed as a tourist hot spot, and yet you fucks frolic here in packs," you mention, standing in front of them. "Don't get me wrong, I love tourists, especially the ones with their hands in Mommy and Daddy's back pocket, but honestly, don't you cocksuckers ever watch the news. Foreigners go–"

A soft laugh from the prisoner Vaas interrupts you, earning him a smack in the back of the head from Carlos.

"The fuck is so funny?" 

You are curious too. It takes a special sort of person to cross you; a person not afraid of death.

"Do you want to know what's funny?" Vaas asks. He motions to the man beside him, a stout-looking man you are certain won't make you much money. "This cocksucker… There's a penknife in his boot your men failed to take. That's bad leadership, querida (darling)."

Your fierce eyes turn to the man in question, giving the go-ahead to Carlos to take him away. The man tries to protest, but the pirate doesn't seem to care, forcing him onto his feet. You pull your karambit from its holster leaning down in front of Vaas as Carlos drags the pleading man away. 

"That is funny."

You lift the blade to his face, gently running it along his cheek. The look in Vaas's eyes isn't fear. No. You've seen fear. He almost seems eager.

"But for the record Vaas, I'm the one with the dick. Don't ever interrupt me."

He grins, a response you aren't sure you are fond of. Clearly, something is off with him. You consider thrusting your karambit into his throat, killing him now before he crosses you again, but the fire in his gorgeous green eyes makes you reconsider. Standing, you ignore him for a moment and raise your arms. 

"Welcome to my paradise. Carlos will escort you to your accommodations. Enjoy your fucking stay." 

The wall of a man orders the prisoners to stand and as they do, your eyes fall on Vaas again. He winks at you, then puckers his lips into a kiss. You flip him the bird, thankful when he's led away. He's going to be trouble, you can feel it. But at the moment you don't have time you deal with him; there are random videos to make and send out. It will do you some good to forget Vaas Montenegro for now. 

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Your grip on the blood-covered penknife tightens as you wait for a reply on the walkie, knowing that your mood is about to go from bad to worse.

"Are you a fucking idiot?" Hoyt asks in annoyance. 

You tighten your jaw, pressing the talk button. 

"He wouldn't have made you a cent. That brute was worthless, you can see it in his ransom video."

"Are you the boss now? Do you make the fucking decisions around here?" Hoyt asks. 

No, you aren't. Or else you would have put a bullet in Hoyt long ago. He's a scary son of a bitch, but you have no respect for him. 

"If you weren't hidden away in your little cocaine palace, I'd give you a taste of whatever horrors the jungle has to offer a bitch like you, Hoyt," you utter as you trace your finger over the talk button. 

Swallowing your anger, you press hard on it. 

"There are two remaining, much more worth your time. Their prices can be increased should you want them to. You plan to sell them into slavery anyway. Might as well get more bang for your buck."

A laugh echoes over the frequency, prompting you to grin. 

"I have to give it to you, when I employed you to run the trafficking ring, I expected you to fail miserably," Hoyt explains. "But now look at you, my right hand; a fucking queen in her jungle palace." After a moment of silence, he continues. "But don't mistake my kindness for weakness. If you ever make another decision like this again behind my back, I'll put your pretty little head on a pike. Do you understand me?"

You bite back an insult.

"I do."

Hoyt leaves you with instructions on what to do next; increase the drug output, tend to the prisoners; blah fucking blah. You don't honestly care at the moment. The work does itself. You toss the walkie down on your cot, sauntering to the window. 

I need an escape…some fun. 

Tinkering with the penknife in your hand, a wicked idea comes to mind. Your little wildcard is just sitting in his cage withering away. There is a reason you chose not to inform Hoyt about him; he'd have Vaas killed solely because he is a native of the Rook Islands. It's no secret that the natives despise you and Hoyt for what you've taken from them; their lives and their homestead. Some oppose you, the Rakyat (people), but compared to your pirates and Hoyt's Privateers, they do not pose a threat. Vaas could very well be one of them, but your interest in him saved him from a bullet to the head.

You leave the window, sauntering out toward the bamboo cages where the prisoners are being held. The native in question is separated from the others for various reasons, one of which is that he can't keep his mouth shut, frightening the others as though he is a pirate. 

Ironically, a piece of cloth is tied around his head, acting as a gag. You snort in response. 

"I have to ask…Vaas was it," you utter as you walk into his view. "Are you enjoying yourself? I don't like to disappoint. After all, mi casa es su casa (my house is your house)."

His wild eyes meet yours and you grin. 

"Behave and I'll remove it."

Something tells you that he won't but for what you have in mind, gagging him would be a hinder. You retrieve your karambit, cutting the Manila rope that keeps his wrists bound to the bars. Vaas brings his hands down and removes the gag from his mouth, grinning.

"Couldn't stay away from me, no." 

Ignoring his comment, you kneel beside his cage. 

"Do you like games, Vaas? I love them. It's a sure fucking way to cure boredom on this island during this period of negotiations. But I can never find anyone to play them with. My men don't like to play by the rules and some of the rejects whine too much. Boo hoo, you are unfair…boo hoo, this game isn't fun for me."

"You bored, querida (darling)? I'll fucking play with you," Vaas retorted. 

A grin spreads across your face. Something about this is odd; prisoners should not be so eager to agree, but his madness is intoxicating. You crave it. 

"You see, I knew you would be fun."

Lifting the penknife, you wave it tauntingly in front of him. Less than an hour ago it was wedged in the femoral artery of its owner. 

"I want to play 'intent to kill'. It's a simple game; whoever wounds the other with the intent to kill, fatal or near-fatal wins the game. And you even get to have this," you explain, referring to the small weapon. 

To reassure him, even though you doubt he needs it, you toss the knife into the cage at his feet. But to your annoyance, Vaas scoffs.

"I don't fucking need your toys to put you on your knees, princesa (princess)."

You snort. 

"Suit yourself." 

With a grunt, you stand and saunter over to the door. Once it's open, you wait for Vaas to walk out before you put space between you and him, flipping the karambit into your palm with the finger ring.

"Right fucking here?" He asks with a laugh. Wetting his lips, he nods. "Come on then."

Not intending to keep this fight going long, you swiftly close the gap, slashing at Vaas, but just as quickly, he counters with the same hand as you, knocking away your blade. Lifting the opposite arm, you plan on drawing his attention long enough to sweep back around with the blade and cut his chest, but again he counters you. For the next five moves, you attempt the same maneuver, however, somehow he manages to keep up with your speed. And to make matters worse, he barely moves his body. 

So this is the magnitude of the Rakyat. 

It might have been easier for you to have just shot Vaas when you had the chance.

Stepping back on your foot to distance yourself from the said man, you dodge a straight punch at your head using this opportunity to slide your arm over his, repositioning him while you slash at his upper thigh. The blade cuts into the fabric of his camo-printed pants and slices his skin deep enough to draw blood; Vaas hisses in response and steps back. 

"Not bad, princesa (princess). But you're gonna have to do a lot fucking better than that to kill me," he remarks. 

You narrow your eyes. His entire smug demeanor reminds you of Hoyt. He acts like he's indestructible. It's a mistake to let your anger get the better of you, but you swiftly step toward him, desiring to be done with this game, and slash his throat, but Vaas locks his arm with yours and snaps back your wrist. You groan in pain, releasing your grip just enough for him to yank the karambit from your hand and turn you in his arms. 

The sharp blade slides against your throat and you know it's over. Warm, annoyed tears fill your eyes. Fuck! How could he have beaten you? This was your fucking game. 

"Go ahead," you demand. "But know you won't leave this compound alive."

Vaas whistles. 

"You have fucking cajones (testicles). I respect that. But I'm not going to kill you princesa (princess)."

You raise a curious brow. 

"And why is that?"

"Because you and I have the same fucking problem. That puta (bitch) Hoyt," Vaas answers. His tone morphs into something vicious.

How does he know this? 

"One of my men has a big mouth," you state. 

No. You aren't certain this is true, but you can't figure out how else he knows. With an uneasy sigh, you hesitantly reach up and grab his wrist. 

"If you want to talk that's fine, but I would rather not do it with a knife to my throat, or here for that matter."

Vaas snorts. 

"A woman like you…no, I don't imagine you want to air your dirty laundry for everyone to see."

Removing the knife, he releases you and steps back. You take a moment to catch your breath before you motion for him to follow you, taking him back to your room. 

Once inside, Vaas lets out an impressed whistle and sits in your chair, much to your displeasure. 

"This is what riding high on the fucking hog looks like, no?"

You wouldn't say that. Hoyt lives in a mansion, though you can't complain. You take an uneasy breath. 

"You are a native to the island. Are you with the Rakyat?" 

"You know, the past is in the past for a fucking reason. I'm here. Walked right up to the fucking gate and said 'Let me in, little pigs' and they did," Vaas retorts. 

You widen your eyes in shock. Who purposefully wants to get caught? This man is insane. Walking over to the bedside table, you retrieve a canteen of alcohol resting on top, tossing it to him. 

"So…you want to team up or something? Fight Hoyt together?" You ask with a laugh. "That is some ballsy shit, Montenegro. But you see, we don't usually take in recruits."

"No? Even when this recluta (recruit) has information," Vaas suggested through drinks. "Furthermore, I'm not asking for a team-up. I'm giving you a 30-day notice, princesa princess)." 

Is he serious? He came here with plans to overthrow you. 

"You should have killed me if you wanted to do that. No one wants to see Hoyt 6 feet in the ground more than me," you state. 

Vaas grins and looks you over, wetting his lips. 

"I could use a woman like you."

"Or," you counter as you walk toward him, snatching the canteen from his hand. "We put an end to that bastard together…then duke it out for the throne. A real fucking deathmatch. You keep what you kill." 

Vaas snorts. 

"I knew you'd be fun."

He has no idea. You take a drink from the canteen, tossing it aside. Reaching for the button on your pants, you take them off; all the while Vaas stares at you with that shit-eating grin on his face. Once you're bare to him, you crawl into his lap, pleased that he's reacting to you in the way he should. His erection pokes against your ass and you hum.

"Might as well make as much of this as we can."

Vaas grins and lifts you a bit so that he can free his cock, sliding the head against your outer lips. You easily sink, humming as he fills you. It feels great, but the greedy fuck is too impatient to allow you a moment to take pleasure in his size before he takes hold of your hips, bouncing you on his cock. 

"Wait a fucking minute," you hiss, parting from him the best you can. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Vaas sticks his tongue out and grins. 

"Come on then, jefa (boss). Fuck me."

His teasing tone makes you want to put a bullet in him, but you decide that there are better ways to take out your aggression on him than kill him. You sink onto him again, sliding your arms around his neck. After a moment of appreciation for the thick cock stretching your walls, you begin to rock your hips, fucking yourself on him. 

Vaas hums.  

"Does death turn you on, princesa (princess)? So fucking wet."

Perhaps it does. Though Vaas is to blame for most of how you feel. He's attractive despite his loud mouth and rude demeanor. You hum in agreement. 

"I've never met a Rakyat so fuckable." 

"No hay nadie como yo (there's no one like me)," Vaas retorts. His hands grip your hips, enjoying the ride. 

You've also never met one who spoke Spanish, but this is neither here nor now. At a decent pace, one that doesn't wear you out too quickly, you moan as a surge of pleasure washes over you, slowly building. Though it's not quite as strong as you would like it to be.

"Don't be fucking lazy. Touch me," you order. 

"Si jefa (yes boss)," Vaas retorts.

He removes a hand from your waist and slides his thumb against your clit, drawing right circles around it. For a moment, as the pleasure grows, you lose your pace to the intense feeling, but quickly you recover. 

When is the last time you've been fucked? It's been far too long. Chasing the pleasure, you aren't too surprised when it quickly overwhelms you, sending you crashing over the edge. Vaas guides you through your sudden orgasm, circling your clit as your tight walls spasm around him. It feels divine. 

You almost don't realize that Vaas removes his hand until you are pressed tight against his chest. He gives you no warning as he continues to fuck you through the remaining seconds of your orgasm, leaving you overstimulated. 

"Vaas," you whine. You want to tell him to slow down, but you can hardly think. 

Does this man not have an off switch? Perhaps you should have let him fuck you first. You barely have the strength to cling to him as he bounces you on top of him. 

For a moment, it feels like your entire world is spinning out of control, then at last it comes crashing to a stop as Vaas lifts you off his cock. His warm cum drips down your thighs as you remain against him, worn out. This moment almost seems too perfect. And as much as you hate to admit it, he's a damn good fuck. This team-up or whatever it is might–

"Now who has the dick?" Vaas utters in your ear, in a voice that makes you narrow your tired eyes in irritation.  

He doesn't need a tongue to help me take down Hoyt, does he? 

No, you honestly don't think so. 

[erenwrenchsworld]

So I can’t read fan fiction about being a trans male anymore??????

[vikkirosko]

🐅 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

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

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!

[plutoswritingplanet]

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

[closecry]

NEW CHAPTER LET'S GOOO

Trip Of A Lifetime (Vaas x Female Reader)

Also posted on AO3, heed the warnings that are under the cut.

Word Count: 3,491.

This is a soulmate AU, but that doesn't mean it's happy because I tried to write Vaas true to his character.

Warnings: Minor Character Death, Human Trafficking, Misogyny, minor descriptions of violence, and torture.

You have a brother in this who is unnamed and several random female characters that are also unnamed.

This is a dark story! Read with caution.

Tumblr requires me to censor all the f words, a use of the words d*ck, and c**cksucker or it won't show up in tags because it's dumb. If you want a version without that, there is a link to the AO3 at the top.

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You didn't normally go on vacation. It had been years since your last one, and you don't know why, but when your rich asshole brother offered you the “trip of a lifetime”, you accepted the offer.

He always seemed to travel here with whatever girlfriend he had at the time and a couple of friends. Normal enough.

This year it was with your brother's new girlfriend and her 2 sisters, which you thought was odd, but you didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

You and your brother never got along, and you remember vividly him seeming to hate you when you two disagreed on matters. He was kind of misogynistic, but you thought maybe this was him trying to finally bury the hatchet.

In hindsight, maybe you should've just said no when you were given the option.

The island was nice, it was the dry season so it was, well, dry. Incredibly so. It was also hot, and because of it you spent most of your day out on the water in some manner.

You enjoyed jet skiing, fishing, and snorkeling, and it wasn't until that night that it really started going downhill.

You all were enjoying the cool night around a small bonfire you had created, and one of the girls even helped clean and then cook a few fishes she had caught earlier for you all to eat.

It was then that your brother pulled out a bottle of white wine. Innocent enough. What better to wash down the delicious, fresh fish?

You too eagerly accepted a drink, as did the other girls, and within the next 10 minutes you all one by one started dropping like flies. Maybe in hindsight you should've noticed that your brother had kindly denied when his girlfriend teased him about not taking a drink. Maybe that should've tipped you off.

Your head hurt like a bitch when you woke up.

Your eyes open languidly and you look around. Your hands were tied up above you to some bamboo shoots, and f*ck, was this a cage? You see one of the other girls in a similar situation in front of you, although she still looks to be out. Idly, you wonder how much of the drugged wine she had drank. More than you, you're sure.

There were men in red with guns walking around the cage, and you can't help it when you see one with a mohawk make a beeline for the cage with you and the other women in it.

“Hey, bitches, wake the f*ck up!” You hear in a vaguely spanish sounding accent, and motherf*cker you feel those words appear across your hip. This man was your soulmate. “Enough beauty sleep!”

Your eyes open, darting to where you can feel someone starting to bang on the cage, shaking everything in it.

He's the one with the black mohawk, and he has scars on either side of his head. You wonder who was able to get close enough to hurt him like that, as the person likely would have to have been on top of him because of the angle. Former lover maybe?

It's too dark to tell much else about his features immediately, but your mouth goes dry when his eyes meet yours.

The man crouches down next to your cage, next to you in order to get at eye level with you. He grows to have a wide smile on his face as he continues to look at you, and that pisses you off at how happy he looks at the situation.

This. This was your soulmate. This sorry piece of shit who is likely involved in human trafficking was your soulmate. What the f*ck type of luck is that?

You can't help the tears that prick at your eyes. This was how you were going to die, probably. Your soulmate was either going to kill you or sell you… or worse yet, keep you as some sort of pet. You can't imagine any of those options sounding appealing… Actually, at this point, maybe death did rather than the alternatives.

Your heart is racing, and you wonder what's going to happen when you finally speak and he knows who you are to him. What you are to him.

The tears fall down your face and you can see a vague amusement run over the man, the monster's face. “Why are you crying, honey?” He asks, his head tilting in reaction to you and he places his hands on the bars of your cage to lean closer to you.

You can make out more of his face with him being this close, and just like his head- scars litter his face. Some are in groups, but most of them look like scrapes or scratches that didn't heal correctly.

“Because I’m… afraid?” You admit, with a whisper and you see realization come over his eyes. It feels kind of good, to see him finally look as worried as you had felt since you'd woken up.

His eyebrows furrow and you can see his hands curling tighter around the bamboo sticks that make up your cage. He looks like he can't believe it, like you'd grown a second head.

“Vaas? Is there something wrong with that one? I know she’s a little bit of a bitch, but...” You look up and see your brother behind… Vaas.

Vaas cocks his head as soon as he calls you a bitch and you can tell he really doesn't like it, even though he had called you one just moments prior.

Your brother looks afraid of Vaas as he continues. “I can bring another one if you'll wait a few weeks if she doesn't meet your standards.” He says, throwing up his hands in defense.

You watch Vaas push up to a standing position and he pushes against the cage, causing it to almost break under his hands. Vaas turns around and faces your brother and you don't think you've ever seen your brother this scared before in your entire life.

Vaas starts to slowly walk toward him, and your brother backs up, but is met with a group of guards that stop him from continuing after Vaas gives a small whistle and head movement. Vaas was undoubtedly the leader here. That's exactly what that little show told you.

“I can bring 2, if that's what you want!” Your brother says, looking like he's about to have a heart attack as he visibly shakes in the guard's arms. “I can even give you a discount, two for one!”

Vaas only starts to laugh, and it’s so bone chilling that you almost want to look away, but your eyes are drawn to it, to him. “You stupid f*ck, you’re trying to sell me what's already mine!” Vaas grabs your brother’s shirt and headbutts him incredibly hard, and you can see the blood that starts to pool at his nose that is now bent at an angle, where Vaas had obviously just broken it. If he had been standing on his own you imagine he would've fallen.

Vaas pulls a gun out from his holster.

You should probably say something. You should be screaming at him to stop, begging for your brothers life… but you stay silent.

Vaas moves the gun to your brother's head and it's only now you register that the other girls are awake, and they are begging for your brother's life…

Why?

He had tried to sell you to a human trafficker, he got what was coming to him. He was no better than the man pointing a gun against his head. Maybe the wine hadn't worn off completely for them, maybe they were still in a bleary state. They likely don't understand what's going on.

Vaas, instead of just blowing his brains out, moves the gun down to your brother's knee, and pulls the trigger. It all happens so fast, the noise of the gunshot and the girl’s screams are heightened, and you notice his girlfriend is crying the hardest in fear of everything.

Your brother falls to the ground with a shout and Vaas motions for the guards to grab him and pull him back into a standing position.

Your brother screams as the pain you imagine is made worse by the way they're holding him up and forcing him to put pressure on it.

“Shut the f*ck up!” Vaas screams back, getting extremely close to your brother's face. “Stop f*cking screaming!” Vaas says, and then leans in close to whisper something to your brother, and it's only then that he stops screaming in pain.

You can’t imagine what depraved thing he'd whispered to him, but it works.

Vaas starts to walk back over to you, leaning on the entrance to the cage, and motions toward your brother with his gun still in hand. “Who was this c**ksucker to you, hermoso?”

Was. Who was he to you. Vaas was referring to him with past tense verbs. Vaas is planning on killing him.

“...My brother.” You tell him after a moment.

Vaas nods and opens the gate to the cage, looking like he's contemplating his options. He pulls a knife out of his belt and plays with it as he talks. “I have a shitty sister as well, I can get that.” When he leans down to you with a knife in his hand you're confident he's about to kill you, soulmate or not Vaas was f*cking crazy.

Instead, Vaas moves the knife to where your hands are tied up and then stops. “If I untie you, I want you to promise me you're not going to fight me.” Vaas says, running his other hand through your hair to get it out of your face. “I would rather you not see what I'm about to do to your brother.” He admits, and you believe him.

He pauses and gives you a small smirk. “Unless... you want to help me?” The way he says it runs chills down your spine. Vaas seems to really like that idea.

So, you had been right about him wanting to kill your brother. With the way things were going, with how the blood was rushing out of his leg, you doubt he'll survive the next hour.

You don't feel sorry for him, but you do feel afraid of the man in front of you.

“No, I'd rather… go.” You whisper, your voice quiet and shaky. If there was even the barest of chance he would let you go, you would take whatever you could.

He chuckles darkly. “Let me be clear, this isn't an offer to be set free.” His smile doesn't fade, it's incredibly unsettling to see. “It's an offer to avoid watch me kill your brother, hermoso.”

You should've known. How could you get your hopes up around this sociopath? “Okay.” You say, and your eyes drop to the floor.

That’s apparently not good enough for him, judging by the way he shakes his head. “Say the words, ‘I promise I won't run away, or try to fight you, Vaas.’... Do it.” He prompts you, moving your chin up and down in line with the words he’s wanting you to say.

“I promise I won't run away, or try to fight you, Vaas.” You repeat back to him in as monotone of a voice you can, trying to avoid the fear leaking into it. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction. You fail, for the most part.

Vaas nods, that seemingly pleasing him. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?” Your hands fall to your sides with a swift move of his knife, freeing them.

“Hermanos!” Vaas yells toward a few of the guards, catching their attention and motions to where you’re standing. “Take her out to the beach to relax.”

His eyes narrow at them, dangerously, and when he speaks it's almost too quiet for you to hear. Unfortunately, you had always had good hearing. “And if any of you f*ckers lay a finger on her I'll cut every one of your d*cks off and feed them to the dogs.”

Somehow, even though it's a bizarre threat, you honestly believe him and feel like he's done it before. The guards look legitimately afraid by his threat, and because of it you feel somewhat safe… He cared about you in some f*cked up way, and you believed the guards wouldn't try anything because of it.

The walk to the beach is done in almost complete silence. Almost.

There are a total of 5 guards he sends with you, which is 5 too many for your liking... Perhaps he knew you would try to run if you were given the opportunity.

The guards at the back are the only ones that dare to talk, and you wonder if they think you can't speak Spanish, because that's what you hear in their whispers.

“Who do you think she is to Vaas?”

“I think it's his soulmate. I've never seen him act this way around anyone.”

“Is it possible to have a soulmate even if you don't have a soul?”

“She has a nice ass. He's lucky.”

“You better not touch her, though. Vaas’ll kill you."

You wish you didn't know Spanish.

The feel of sand in your shoes isn't entirely unwelcome as you get to the beach. After all, it's better than the alternative of the blood and guts you were kept in at the cages.

The guards eventually let you start to lead as soon as you get to the beach and you decide to just plop down in the sand when you're out of the eyeline of the outpost. In the distance, you can still see a trail of smoke billowing out from the direction of the camp.

Even though you know it's going to do nothing but stress you out further, you decide to look around the other areas where the shoreline turns into forest. There are similar smokestacks as far as the eye could see… even if you escaped, you wouldn't make it far before you hit the next camp.

It's with a heavy heart that you decide to ignore the trees and the dozens of smokestacks, and instead think about anything else.

It's a nice night out, this is the same night sky you had spent watching with your brother and the girls he had brought. You hope they’re okay, but you doubt it.

There are a lot of stars out, and you remember when you were younger when you used to chart them with your brother outside. You don't care if he's okay so much. He'd done this to you. He deserved everything that Vaas gave him.

You end up leaning into the sand and essentially making a small bed for your tired body to lay in.

It's easily 3 or 4 hours by the time Vaas shows up, and you only know it because the full moon has disappeared and the sun is steadily rising on the horizon.

You were sleeping incredibly lightly, and so even the soft noise of him whistling the guards away startles you from your slumber. You move to a sitting position and move to sit cross legged groggily.

The guards fall away and he sits down next to you in the sand, sitting cross legged with his arms bracing his body on either side.

You expect to see him covered in blood. Maybe even have another scar on his face. Guts staining his shirt.

No, he looks… wet. His hair is still drying, that much was obvious, as it's lying flat where it had been spiked into a mohawk earlier.

You're not sure, but you're also fairly confident he's wearing a different pair of clothes as well… They look almost identical to the ones he was wearing. If you hadn't paid attention, maybe you wouldn't have noticed.

He's showered since torturing and killing your brother before coming to pick you up from the beach at least. That's the least he could do.

Vaas looks over to you, and to the sunrise. “Are you tired, hermoso?” He asks, apparently taking in your exhausted appearance in his quick scan of you. It upsets you how nicely he sounds when he says that, like he’s only your soulmate and not also your captor.

You almost don't want to respond, because, f*ck him for everything, but you do anyway. “Tired is an understatement.” You tell him honestly, scrubbing a hand over your face and sighing when you feel the sandy grains staying behind from where your hand had been buried in the sand.

“I have a shower and a bed, if you want it.” He says, his eyes not leaving the sunset and ocean now.

If you weren't paying attention, his offer would be completely innocent. But you can sense the subtext in his words, the hidden meaning. Reading in between the lines you can tell he's planning something. Probably. “But…?” You prompt, staring at him.

Vaas turns his head towards you and his eyes meet yours, his eyebrows furrowed. “Are you asking me if there's some sort of catch?” He says, like it’s the most crazy thing in the world for you to assume it.

You nod, and feel your cheeks flush for some reason. Why was he making you embarrassed? Why did it matter if he misunderstood you? Why did you care about what he thought of you?

“There isn't a catch.” He deadpans, as if it should be obvious. “I was just trying to be nice, hermoso.” Vaas says, sounding incredibly hurt, and putting a small hand over his heart as if you had physically hurt him.

He seems sincere, and you hate that. It's easier to see through his obvious lies, his passive aggression that turned into real aggression. His display with your brother had shown you that. But this? This version of Vaas was so much harder to understand.

What would he even do if you did say no? You can imagine being dragged back to the cages, or better yet, a shallow grave if you pissed him off enough.

“...Okay.” You say, not feeling much like you had a choice in the matter.

His smile was like the cat that had gotten the canary. “Great.” Vaas says, and quickly stands up, extending his hand down to you. “Your palace awaits, princess.” He says overdramatically.

You begrudgingly take his hand and let him help you up. His hand is incredibly calloused, and you should've expected that for a gun slinging, knife wielding pirate. You're shaky on your feet, and he's quick to catch you at your waist before you go tumbling down back into the sand.

Instead, you tumble into his arms and all at once you wish you had been left in the cages, because looking into his eyes you can see he's attracted to you as he catches you and feels your body up against his.

You can also feel his, can feel the large muscles underneath his shirt and had this been any other man you might be attracted to that as well, but all you can feel when that happens is the fact he's much stronger than you are.

He could easily snap your arm or, perhaps if he were so inclined, your neck with a twist of his wrist. That scares the absolute shit out of you.

His smile is sweet if but a little flustered and you’re quick to pull back. He allows for it.

Vaas looks at you, and his smile grows into something almost sickeningly cute.. “That was like, uh, one of those Hollywood movie moments.” He says as a matter of fact and laughs as if any of this was funny. “If only we had a camera on us, no?” He offers, and jokingly pushes lightly into your shoulder.

You don’t laugh. In fact, you don't even respond other than a small nod.

“Man, you need to lighten up, hermoso.” He grumbles, his mood souring slightly. He continues to talk for you as he considers the possibilities of why you didn't laugh at his joke. “Maybe you're just tired, let's get you some sleep and we'll see how funny you think I am in the morning. C'mon." He motions his head, forward back to the camp. "Let's get some sleep."

You can tell there are a million things he wants to say, wants to talk about on the way back into the outpost. He doesn't say one to you, though. Choosing instead to allow for the comfortable silence to overcome you two.

You're thankful, because you don't know what you would even say to him.

What could there be to say? After all that he had put you through.

As every step you take gets you closer to the camp, you can't help but feel your heart quicken.

...You were extremely worried about what would happen the moment you stepped into camp.

[dyns33]

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.

[lostamongthestarz]

This started out as Vaas angst but it turned into Vaas being Possessive? maybe slightly Obsessive. No regrets <3

Vaas being Possessive/Obsessive with a transmale reader

Fandom: Far cry 3 Characters: Vaas montenegro Wanring: Vaas himself is a warning. ════ ⋆★⋆ ═══ ❗❗FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN❗❗ ════ ⋆★⋆ ═══ Vaas had kept you his secret, a secret from his men. a secret from his sister - a secret from her lap dog Jason. and especially from Hoyt. Vaas was never one to keep secrets but you? You were the one he was intent on keeping hidden, you were the only person he truly trusted. The one he came to when life got too shitty - the one he ran to for warmth on those cold lonely nights. Vaas was obsessed with the way you pampered him with love despite the blood on his hands, obsessed with the way your body fit against his when you two cuddled. Vaas was obsessed with you. Vaas was obsessed with keeping you away from everything - he’s not stupid, He has plenty of enemies that would kill to know what they could use against him. He laughed along with his men when they joked about him not being afraid of anything, he wasn’t scared of anything he could handle easily - Hoyt? Hoyt didn’t worry him. What worried him was the picture in his mind of Hoyt getting his hands on you. Vaas could always feel his blood boil at the thought, He did his best to hide this - but you weren’t stupid. You could always see the signs. The way Vaas would always hold you just a bit tighter. The way he would have to have his hands on you at all times - no matter what you could be doing. He knew the risks - he knew the risks all too well, His men he wasn’t scared of. Those guys were more likely to be scared of Vaas - some had gotten used to his “antics.” others just did what they were told to stay alive.

When it came to you, Vaas would burn the islands down if you asked. And he had told you that-

"bonito- you know I'd kill for you right?"

"You would?" "without hesitation"

The way he would need to make sure you have some of his clothes to wear, weather its just you walking around or just being comfortable in one of his tank tops.

His eyes are on you all the time, doesn't matter what you're doing. he needs to make sure you stay as his secret for as long as he can.

You're his boy and no one - will change that, Not as long as Vaas lives.

════ ⋆★⋆ ═══ pls send me more Vaas gifs I need them,,, Requests open ! 💌 My inbox is open < 3

[sp00kygoddessxx]

 🖤Dangerous Intentions🖤

The pirate camp was a cacophony of noise and debauchery, as Vaas and his men celebrated another successful raid. Drunken laughter and the clinking of bottles filled the air, creating an atmosphere of unrestrained chaos. You had found yourself at the heart of the revelry, sitting near Vaas himself, the man who had become both your captor and your fascination.

Vaas's wild, kohl-rimmed eyes bore into yours, a mixture of amusement and intensity flickering within them. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Cariño'," he purred, "you lookin' for a little fun tonight?"

You couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation as you met his gaze. Vaas had a reputation for unpredictability and cruelty, but you couldn't deny the strange allure he held over you.

"Maybe," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "But the question is, can you keep up with me?"

Vaas's grin widened, a sinister and seductive sight. He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Oh, Cariño'," he whispered, "I can keep up with the best of 'em."

You felt a surge of attraction to this enigmatic man, a reckless magnetism that drew you further into his dangerous web.

With a swift and unexpected motion, Vaas's hand reached out and settled on your thigh, his touch electric. His fingers traced a slow, teasing path along your skin, igniting a fire within you. It was a bold move, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge.

Leaning closer, your lips brushed against Vaas's ear, your voice a sultry purr. "Prove it, Montenegro."

Vaas's laughter filled the air, a wild and maniacal sound that sent shivers down your spine. His hand slid higher along your thigh, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. The chemistry between you and Vaas was undeniable, a magnetic pull that defied reason.

"Careful, Cariño'," Vaas said, his voice low and smoky. "You might just awaken a beast you can't handle."

You couldn't deny the dangerous allure of the man before you, and the world around you seemed to blur as you engaged in this intimate and dangerous dance of flirtation. The line between right and wrong had never been so blurry, and you were willing to play this dangerous game.

As the night continued, you and Vaas found yourselves at the heart of the chaos, flirting and teasing one another with increasing intensity. The tension between you was palpable, an intoxicating mix of desire and danger.

With each stolen glance and whispered innuendo, you felt the magnetic pull of Vaas Montenegro drawing you further into his enigmatic world. It was a world where the rules were undefined, and power and control were the ultimate currency.

But as the night wore on, Vaas's demeanor shifted, his playful and seductive demeanor turning more intense. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with a smoldering fire that left you breathless.

"Cariño'," he said, his voice low and intimate, "you might just be the most dangerous thing I've come across in a long time."

You couldn't deny the surge of attraction that coursed through you, a reckless desire that left you craving more. The world around you had become a blur, and in this moment, there was nothing else but the magnetic pull of Vaas Montenegro.

With a final, heated glance, Vaas leaned in, his lips claiming yours in a passionate and demanding kiss. It was a kiss that defied reason, a reckless surrender to the allure of danger and desire.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless and disoriented, your heart pounding in your chest. Vaas's dark eyes were locked onto yours, a mixture of desire and intensity in his gaze.

"Amor'," he said, his voice low and husky, "you've got a fire in you that I can't resist."

You could only respond with a sultry smile, your own desire mirrored in your eyes.

As the night wore on, you and Vaas continued to dance on the edge of danger, your attraction and chemistry reaching new heights. In this unpredictable and perilous world, you had been drawn into a dangerous game of desire and temptation, a game where the line between right and wrong blurred, and where power and control were the ultimate currency.

[jacobseedisbabygirl]

Having to ask as a anon because it wont let me ask on my writing account but - my brother gave me the idea to edit stickers onto Vaas and it gave me the idea of Vaas letting his s/o put stickers on his face just for fun. :33

Stickers (Vaas/Male Reader)

Tw: Its vaas. he spicy boi/reference to canon typical violence <3

@lostamongthestarz enjoyyyy (my new frien, pls go follow him, he's hella cool!!)

DO NOT USE MY WRITING FOR AI TRAINING

You find some stickers and decide they would look best on your spicy pirate's face <3

"(Y/n), what the fuck are you doing?" Vaas asked, opening his eyes upon feeling a tickling sensation on his face. You giggled.

"Nooothiiiing~" you said, placing a Hello Kitty sticker on his temple. "You'd better not be putting stickers on my face, Chico." Vaas chuckled. You pressed a kiss to his nose. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Vaas." Vaas yawned, turning to his side, taking you into his arms. After a moment, he froze.

"Amor. How many stickers did you put on me?" He questioned. You smirked, looking at the stickers on his shoulders. "I have no ideas what you're talking about." "(Y/n), how many stickers did you put on me?" Vaas asked in a faux serious tone. You only stared in response. Vaas sighed, getting up and looking into the mirror. You giggled and got up, pretending to escape.

"Tu pequeña mierda! Get over here!" Vaas laughed, gathering you into his arms. You squealed, squirming and laughing as he did. He shook his head in mock disappointed. He sighed as a couple stickers fell of his face. "You love me, you can't be mad at me~" You kissed his forehead, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Unfortunately, yes, I do, mi Carino." Vaas chuckled.

Hope you liked it!! This was fun to write hehe

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

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.