#pagan x ishwari

[alwaysthehbp]

soooo is the fc4/pashwari fandom revived now based on my recent notifs??? 👀

[ozymandiascezn]

only in hindsight

chapter one

fandom far cry 4

pairing ishwari ghale x pagan min

rating teen, mature

warning language, references to violent acts

note this is thanks to @achieverooster / @cascast if not for them, this would not exist also how does one play a violent character when the only violence you’ve ever experienced is telling someone you’d shank them with a candycane 

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  Pagan Min was young, but he was most certain the Golden Path would age him thirty years if they weren’t taken care of soon. Their use had long since come to an end, but the inconveniences they continued to cause were far greater than their use. 

  He had dealt with quite a bit of the Golden Path monkeys, but they mated like rodents it seemed. You cut several down, a dozen more were born. A true shame really, he was a good king to those who behaved themselves. He didn’t need his governors to constantly remind him of that every time something went fucking wrong. 

  In the midst of his brooding, he became aware of the doors opening, and with one eye opening, he stared at the servant who had entered. 

  “I thought I fucking told you I wanted to left alone! Do you worthless peasants never listen?” He sneered, leaning his head to the side with a displeased grunt. “What do you want?”

  “King Min, t - there’s a w - woman.... she’s c - come to the palace for y - you...” The servant shivered in fear, voice trembling in alarm as Pagan stood, nearing him with a predatory look. “S - She’s soaked from the r - rains, S - Sir, she has a b- baby with her -”

  Pagan paused, staring quizzically at the servant. “Oh, dear me, that’s no good, is it? Bring her to a room, give her a change of clothes and anything else she might need. When you are done with that, tell the chef to cook something good for dinner. It seems we are to have a guest this fine evening.” 

  “S - Sir?” The man stood there for a moment before his eyes widened and he scrambled out to handle the tasks he had been given. Questioning Pagan would always cost you your life and while he got away this time, Pagan would ensure that this would not happen again. 

  Something far more peculiar had piqued his interest, far more than hounding on a servant for questioning him. He quite enjoyed the idea of his citizens flocking to worship the very ground he walked on except it was raining quite hard outside and with a baby? To travel so far and wander up a mountain in this weather is quite alarming, but very interesting.

  He shook the mysterious woman from his mind and stalked across his room, returning to his desk. Perhaps he shouldn’t be so suspicious of his own citizens, but he could hardly even trust his own governors to get things done without messing something up. 

  “King Min?” Gary nervously poked his head into the room. He was a young man, although, Pagan was quite sure he was still only a boy, but he was thankful to have his services anyways. He was loyal and a quick learner, as far as Pagan was concerned, nothing else mattered. 

  “Do I need to have a ‘Do not Disturb’ sign on my door to get my point across?” Pagan sighed and turned to face Gary, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What is it, Gary? Yuma give you a hard time?”

  “N - No, sir. Dinner is ready.” Gary quickly bowed, awaiting further instruction.

  “Ah, wonderful. You may go now, Gary. I will be down shortly, and - while you’re out - tell our guest this and if she is ready, bring her to the dining room. It should be quite eventful this evening.” He would’ve sounded excited, or at the very least interested, but his mind danced around with ideas and plans of the Golden Path.

-

  Even when it was time to eat, there wasn’t a moment when Pagan wasn’t focused on diminishing the Golden Path, but when his guest entered the dining room, he looked up, setting the work aside like they were suddenly of little importance. 

  “So, you’re the woman who hiked up my mountain in the rain, with a baby no less.” He leaned back with his head tilted, he was amused to say the least, to find that she looked quite nervous to even be there. “I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to.”

  Her eyes widened considerably and she coughed to clear her throat, bowing shortly afterwards. “Ishwari, Your Majesty.”

  She was wearing a less than stylish outfit, but Pagan cared little for that, but was rather amused by the sight of a wrap around her upper half that kept - what her assumed was her baby - to her chest. Her hair was in long braids, soaked from the rain, that curled around her shoulders and over her chest. Pagan found strength in her brown eyes, but her stance said otherwise.

  “King Pagan or King Min will do just fine, Ishwari.” He scrunched his face up, disliking the honorifics. “You... You were an old tarun matara, or whatever that blasted thing was called, weren’t you?”

  “I - I was, yes.” She nodded lightly, a bit surprised by the question.

  “Please, sit. It’d be awfully rude of me to keep my guest standing.” He gestured at the table he sat at, waiting until she was seated. “What brought you to my palace, Ishwari? Not many often trek up here - they are much too weak to entertain the idea of heading up a mountain, I suppose.”

  “Then you’d be delighted to know I’m not ‘much too weak’ to entertain the idea. I fled from the Golden Path and it led me here.” She muttered lightly, either keeping quiet for the sake of keeping her child asleep, or to hide her nerves. 

  He hummed. “Your child. Do they have a name?”

  “Yes...” She paused for a moment, eyes searching for something he wasn’t going to give so easily. “Ajay. You’re a lot more curious than I thought you’d be.”

  “I’m a lot more of a lot of things, Ishwari. I ought to be curious, however, you’re my guest and you arrived quite so suddenly.” He took a sip of his wine, humming at the taste. “Please, eat, enjoy what you will. We don’t want you getting sick, not with a baby to care for, now do we?”

  Ishwari hummed in agreement, although she seemed a bit on edge when she slowly started eating, poking at the food as if testing to make sure it was edible. “What is this?”

  “Chinese food, though, it’s got a western flair to it.” He hummed lightly, slowly returning to his papers. “The food isn’t poisoned, you’re welcome to eat at your leisure and if you need anything for Ajay, Gary is at your disposal to retrieve anything you may need.”

  “Gary?” She questioned.

  Gary stood from the shadows, having been there awkwardly awaiting the time to bring forth a letter meant for Pagan. He waved towards Ishwari before handing the letter over. He awaited for her, to see if she had anything she needed.

  “Ah, some milk should do just fine, Gary. Thank you.” She offered him a slight smile before glancing down at the baby against her chest. 

  Pagan cursed something awful in Cantonese upon reading whatever contents were in the letter and he looked at Gary with misdirected anger. “Send for Yuma when you’re done with this, Gary. She’s the only one who can do anything right in this fucking country.”

  Ishwari looked up from her meal, switching between Pagan’s disgruntled and obviously tense form to Gary’s rather anxious form. She wondered how the two met. 

  Gary nodded quickly and disappeared.

  “How did you meet Gary? He isn’t from Kyrat, is he?” She asked quietly, poking at her crab rangoon with a rather confused expression. She had never seen something like this before. 

  “Now who’s the curious one?” He took a rather generous gulp of wine before he poured more for himself. “He’s an American, so no, he isn’t from around here, but I trust his judgment.”

  “He seems afraid of you.” She admitted boldly, although her tone betrayed her fear in saying so.

  “I have a temper,” He rolled his eyes, “I’d never hurt him, if that’s what you worry about. I am not as bad as I seem, Ishwari. I only do what I think is best.”

  He knew as well as anyone else that he didn’t care for Kyrat nearly as much as he pretended to. He cared not for it’s people, or it’s nature. Kyrat only proved interesting and useful in his endeavors of drugs and money. What occurs elsewhere fails to concern him unless it affected his operations. He was a businessman first and foremost. 

   “Many of your subjects would argue otherwise, King Min.” She responded with courage, finally looking him in the eyes to meet his piercing gaze. “Not just amongst the Golden Path.”

  “The Golden Path are a bunch of fucking monkeys who think they know what’s good for them. Did you like being tarun matara, Ishwari? Being paraded like an object for the people to follow? If not for me, you’d still be doing that, hm? To think, people turning to a child to decide their country’s rules.” He scoffed lightly, grinning when he got the reaction that he wanted from her. “I do more for this country than it’s own citizens. Whether they realize it or not is not up to me.”

  Pagan observed the silence she fell into with a pleased glint in his eyes. His enjoyment of the silence was long, up until near the end of the meal, Gary returned with a bottle of milk for Ajay and with Yuma in tow, hissing in Cantonese the moment she had seen Ishwari. 

  “Ah, enough, Yuma, you and I have some business to attend to and I think you might enjoy it quite a bit. You will have plenty of amusement in Durgesh once we are through.”

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[lethalchiralium]

But A Dream | Pagan Min x F!Reader

a/n: number 3 HELLO

warnings: very small mentions of abuse, trauma and heartbreak

summary: He followed her to America. He needed her, but she never needed him. Defeated, Pagan, the King of Kyrat, finds himself rotting away in an airport bar.

Ishwari-

I apologize that it has to come to this. If there was any way I could resolve this - but our daughter is the reason why I am fighting against your husband. I apologize for pushing you away, my love.

Behind this letter is a check for Ajay’s full education and your living arrangements. I will no longer contact you, being that those are your wishes.

Take care of my son, no matter if he’s not my blood. I would have given him Kyrat, or the world, if he asked.

Pagan

Pagan wasn’t happy. When he saw that smile while that smiling baby sat on her hip, he knew that she would never let him back in. He knew that she wanted to be alone, without him, not in Kyrat, and without her actual husband.

All of his feelings were overwhelming him, feeling betrayed and abandoned by the one person who swore they’d never leave. He sat at the airport bar, nursing a glass of bourbon. He wasn’t one to indulge in such filthy drinks, but he felt as filthy as the drink tasted. Was he not enough? Was the life he was building for her and Ajay not enough? He was ready to smash the glass in his hand when he thought about how his daughter’s ashes are barely even cold and her mother already abandoned her.

Was love even for him? Was there anyone else made to love him? And Ajay, his son. If not by blood, he still called him “Dad”.

“Bellini, please.”

Pagan’s eyes wandered to the left, noticing the black leather jacket and jeans of a young woman. Hair pulled back into a ponytail with tired stare as she held up her ID. Pagan looked to the bartender as well.

“I’ll pay her drink.” He spoke, the first time in three hours, and the woman turned to the broken man.

“I can get it,” She spoke softly and Pagan shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it.” He answered and his eyes fell back to his drink.

She cleared her throat and watched as the bartender made her drink. “Well, where are you going?”

Pagan let a short laugh leave his lips. “I’d love to go to Paris again. Have you ever been to France?”

The second he turned to her, he felt that feeling again. The way he felt when he first saw Ishwari, the feeling of ‘Holy shit’.

She smiled at him and he couldn’t get over her eyes. “No. Paris sounds fun, a lot better than where I have to go.” The smile faded quickly but she thanked the bartender when they set down her drink. He nodded and proceeded to look back at his drink. He was well-versed in conversation, but not with beautiful women. But this time, he was better off, seeing that the woman to most likely unmarried.

“No one has to go anywhere,” Pagan sounded and the woman sighed.

“Except for abuse trials.” She answered shortly. “Watching your abuser be granted rights again and place a restraining order on him isn’t fun.”

Pagan’s eyebrows furrowed and he took a sip of his drink, ignoring the taste before he turned to her. She was staring down her drink like a contest.

“What’s stopping you from hopping onto a plane to literally anywhere else?”

“Money.” She answered. “This ticket is a one-way, and plus, I wouldn’t like to get arrested at an airport.”

Pagan sort of laughed. “Where are you going?”

“Minnesota.”

He had no idea where that was, he was surprised he even knew what United State he was in right now. “Where is that?”

She laughed. “A day’s drive from here, if I’m lucky. My car wouldn’t make it past the city.” She took another sip before turning to Pagan. “I’m sure you’ve been everywhere, your accent gives it away.”

“No no, my father is from the UK, I was born in Hong Kong.” He answered and she nodded. “I lived in Hong Kong until recently.”

“Exploring the world for yourself?” She echoed the words he hadn’t spoken in his head, the man nodded in return.

They both turned back to their drinks, Pagan merely sipping his while she finished hers. The sight of Ishwari was still clinging to every corner of darkness in his vision, but seeing how happy Ajay was was the nail in the coffin. Maybe he shouldn’t have left the check, let Ishwari come back to him. He was frustrated, exhausted, and ready to smash his hand against a wall.

“Well, where are you headed, stranger?”

He looked back to her, who had a smile that lit up a room. He smirked.

“My name is Pagan. Min. Pagan Min.” He chuckled at himself. “Sorry, I’m usually not this…unorganized.”

“I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you, Pagan.”

The way that sentence smashed together the broken and jagged pieces of his heart. Was this possible? Was it possible to fall in love immediately after you were broken up with? He wished he could know the answer because he knew it was wrong, but it felt right. God, was he in love with Ishwari but this woman could be what he needs: a stable relationship where the strings are neatly tied together.

“Well, Ms. L/N, would you like to go anywhere that isn’t Minnesota?” He asked, taking another sip of his drink and watching her intently. She glanced down to her bag near her feet, then back to the bartender who had been cleaning glasses. Pagan then felt embarrassed, being in a country that was foreign to him and being in the company of a woman he most likely won’t stop thinking about.

He took a breath, but she spoke first.

“What did you have in mind?”

He smiled. “The country I live in now.”

“I can pay you for a ticket, it will take me a little while though.”

Pagan fished his wallet out of his suit jacket and placed a $20 bill on the counter, stood, and turned to her. “Don’t worry about it.”

He held out his hand and she looked to it.

It was a chance at freedom. Away from her family, from her ex, from everything. She couldn’t pass it up.

“Where to, stranger?”

Pagan smiled.

“Kyrat, darling.”

———

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[pastelbittxn]

“ what hideous sin have you committed lately? ” ishwari | @tyranted​

With a mischievous smile on the woman’s face and her hands behind her back, she certainly did look guilty. “A grievous crime, really, I should be locked up” Ishwari playfully retorts before closing the space between herself and Pagan. She removes her hands from behind her back now, revealing a somewhat worn wooden box. It was half-heartedly wrapped with a faded red ribbon and seemingly lacked any other decoration. 

“I brought you something” she beamed, eyes wrinkling near the corners with her excitement. “I know it’s--probably not the sort of fancy gifts you’re used to receiving but a sherpa came through the other day and it reminded me of you.”

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OTP Tag Game

*stares into the abyss because God I have so many OTPS*

also ty @xbaebsae @nightwingshero I know others tagged me but can’t of them right now so oof

John x Audrey

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Pagan x Ishwari

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Sabine x Amita

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

Sabine x Faith

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

Sabine x Dakota

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep  | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

Noah x Reed

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

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[bunnymoss]

Hong Kong Hotel Room

Pagan Min x Vanya Min (OC) Rated M for mild language and sexual references -An unfinished sequel to The Other Daughter

--

They need a doctor for these things, and they could have gone to India. Or Japan, or literally anywhere else on the fucking globe, but fucking Kowloon, Hong Fucking Kong.

But he's the best they have, she'd said to him.

I'll be by your side through it all. 

Beautiful, wild woman that she is, full of these raging hormones and a newfound urgency to slow that tick, tick, tick of her biological clock before it’s even begun. Pagan remembers how ravenous Ishwari had been when she came round those cycles of the month where she was most fertile, when they would spend hours alone in his bed just dirty fucking the night away.

And so, against his judgment, with his wife's new passport tucked in his coat pocket just beside his own, he goes. And so here they are, sitting on this cheap bench in this God damned doctor’s office in a respectable part of town – if there even is one, anymore – in the lion's den he'd clawed so hard wrench himself free of. His leg is bouncing so hard it shakes the frame of the thing, and then her hand is on his knee, so calming, so confident, stilling his nerves.

“It's just a doctor, Pagan,” Vanya whispers.

Feh, just a doctor… A doctor who probes, and prods, draws blood which has made his skin inexplicably crawl. Never in his life has he wanted another fucking man to handle a cup full of his semen, but apparently this is part of the test too… He can stab a man in the jugular with nothing more than his pen, slit someone's throat for the hell of it, but needles… needles make his teeth itch. And she knows, almost immediately, that this is so. She always has that knowing look the moment he shows weakness, that look that says you're not the Invincible Man, King Min.

Somehow she keeps calm through all of it, like it’s nothing at all. Lets them prod at her with speculums and swabs, lets that egotistical prick get so close and… personal with her. She's had to beg Pagan to leave the room, made him promise not to cause a scene. It’s medically professional, after all. Fuck, the things love makes him do.

His wife’s fingers lace around the inside of his knee then, bringing him back to the here and now, tucking just in that soft spot behind the crook of it as she silently begs him to stop bouncing the damn bench. And he does, if only because at that moment that pretentious fuck of a fertility doctor strolls right back through the door looking for all the world like he's just won the lottery and plans to throw his shit right in their faces.

In the end he shoots him point-blank and walks out with the pills anyway. They had their tests, he has his answers. He'd sworn long ago that nobody would touch his wild girl again like that, apparently not even like this. And God bless her, she just smiles and brings him back to their hotel, holding his hand the whole way back like she’s having the best day of her life.

“Fucking ridiculous! Eight million rupees for a month's worth of little fucking pills?!” Pagan yells as he scrubs the blood from his hands in their hotel bathroom.

“He asked for a million Hong Kong Dollars,” his wife replies from the bedroom suite.

“It's the same fucking thing, my dear! We should have never told him our names. He finds out we’re King and Queen and the greedy fuck wants to grub his hands all over every penny he can manage, what a way to take advantage of people!”

He comes round the corner to find her sitting reverently on the corner of the bed, cradling that little bottle of pills so delicately it may as well be the holy grail.

“Furthermore, I’ve half a--"

“…wife,” she utters, and his mouth clamps shut.

Oh, that look in her eyes. All spitfire and sticky honey at the same time, knotting those little frayed edges at the seams of him like she does so well – his tall, fierce woman.

“What?”

“Wife. I'm not the Queen. I'm your wife,” she says, hands closing around that little bottle so protectively.

Fuck, those long fingers, that lilt in her voice. The way she curls those r's, so terribly American – almost as harsh as Ajay's drawl.

She had insisted she wouldn’t rule at his side. Yes, that’s still Ajay's job, that feral son of that fucking cunt Mohan. And he hadn’t pressed. And he won’t now, not when she looks at him like this holding that bottle full of pills in her hands that will open up their future for them. She's Queen by title, and nothing more. Perhaps this will change someday, he hopes it does.

“You're more than just that, beautiful girl,” he murmurs, finding himself padding over to her across the room and pulling her to him, combing his fingers through those raven curls of hair he's spent so many hours pulling on in the heat of the moment.

“So… it's as simple as taking these along with my cycle,” she sighs softly, and he feels her shoulders rise and fall against his hip with each slightly quickened breath, “and it might not even take as long as he said, cuz it's not like we've been worried about using condoms for the past year anyhow…”

His chest tightens, skin prickles. Their afternoon only has one place to go. They’ve come to Kowloon for one reason only, and they've taken a week’s reservation out on this suite particularly to focus on making love at every convenience. And Christ, her fucking smile as she turns her face up to him, still snuggled against his abdomen. The glint in her brown eyes, just begging him to challenge her, as though he’d actually want to turn around and forget about conceiving with her.

The thought of turning back has never crossed his mind.

“It's like a honeymoon, you know,” she says as he breaks away from her to close the blinds on their very un-private floor to ceiling view, and before he can take two steps away he falters, losing the will to leave her side.

“We never got to take one before…” is all he can say, turning back around and slinking back to her side, drawn like a bowstring.

They hadn't even bothered after the Royal Wedding. No, they'd been content to coil up under the cherry blossom trees at Paul's estate and utter their vows on each other's lips the night before the proper ceremony. That was all the honeymoon they'd needed then. Never had he been a sentimental man until that day, brushing his thumb across those freckle-dappled cheekbones in the wan afternoon sun, promising himself to her like he hadn’t ever bothered to do for Ishwari. And God, the way she felt in that moment, right there under the tree, in his lap without a care in the world. Like they were two young newlywed lovers again just discovering what lovemaking truly meant.

Well, she was a young lover. And she was, for all intents and purposes his newlywed bride on that particular sunny afternoon. He'd struggled for months feeling so horribly fucking inadequate, her own husband twice her age. Now, maybe with a little expensive help from some tiny pink pills, he can only pray he can give her what she so desperately wants. They've already been trying for a solid four or five months. What good of a husband is he then if he can’t give her children, start a family? And fuck how terrifying that thought sounds in that very moment as he snaps back again to reality, finding himself wrapped in her warm embrace, pill bottle still in her hand.

“How long?” he asks, finding his voice hoarse as he presses his lips into the crook of her neck, drawing her close to his chest like nothing else matters in that moment.

“Til what?”

“If you take one now, how long?”

“Uh, I think he said they're pretty fast acting. Maybe a week tops. But what's stopping us from getting a head start? Now that we know your rhino horn tea did you some good,” she snorts into his shoulder, the sound tickling through his shirt as her hot breath fans across his collarbones.

“I told you I was virile,” he growls, sounding more proud than he’s meant to.

“It’s just the age gap,” she chides, and he sighs.

“Don't remind me.”

“Pagan…”

He lifts his head when she straightens up, raising an eyebrow in question, and she reaches out to cup his face with both hands, drawing him in for a hungry kiss. It takes all his resolve not to break right then and there, not just to throw her down and disrobe her most unceremoniously. No, they've paid for a room with a view, and they'll be going at this for hours a day if she has anything to say about it, the way she heavers on like a tigress in heat. He takes the bottle she still clutches and holds it up. They haven't even bothered to print a proper label for the damn thing, the nurse had simply scribbled something hastily across the lid.

Min, Vanya Rotenberg

1ta qd 1m

“Don't drop them,” she gasps, and her hands are covering his fearfully.

He hasn't told her often enough just how much he adores her size – her luxuriously long legs, palms as wide as his but fingers so, so delicate. How now her hands cover his entirely, reminding him that she has just as much a part in this as he does.

“Vanya Min…” he rumbles, low and crooning as he so very carefully opens the bottle of pills plucks just one out, “I'll never tire of the sound of those words.”

To ease her over-protective worries he caps it immediately and hands her back the bottle and the single pill. As she upends the little pink disk without hesitation he swallows hard right with her. This is it for them then, him and his ravenous, wild girl - the jump into planned fertility. The pills are placed safely on the nightstand and then she can sigh in relief. She glides past him towards the windows and he swears for all the world she looks so powerful there, so elegant, silhouetted by the afternoon sun glinting off the skyscrapers and a canvas of clear blue sky.

He traces the long curve of her hips with his eyes, down to her calves and back up, imagining as he glances over her midsection that she’s absolutely glowing with child – his child – ready to pop any day. Fuck how he’s missed those days with Ishwari sometimes. It hasn't occurred to him it may even be somewhat of a kink. Not that he'll ever in his lifetime sit Vanya down and tell her yes darling girl, I find you so terribly fuckable when you're round with pregnancy, never mind the cravings or nausea or aches… 

Vanya turns back to him with a glint in her eye, those soft lips of hers curling up into a wry smirk.

“Like what you see, hmm?” she whispers, and by god that's an understatement.

“I will never, in my life, tire of simply admiring you, dusha,” he hums, striding forward to meet her at the window as his hands close on her waist, “every nick, every scar, every freckle.”

“Mm, I have millions of freckles, probably,” she coos as she falls back against his chest, leaning into his ensnaring arms, “didn’t we spend a day trying to count them?”

That they did. He got through 657 precisely on her face and neck before he gave up. And that hadn't even been all of them. Things had dissolved rather quickly from there and he’d ended up rutting her into the mattress for the better part of an hour.

[blooddippedwing]

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Tagged by @threesecxnds (thanks friendo uvu)

Top three ships: The fact that I can only list three here is a tRAVESTY. Pagan x Ishwari ( Far Cry 4 ), John x Audrey ( Canon x OC ) and Connor x Chloe ( DBH )

Last movie at the cinema: UHHH, maybe Beauty and The Beast? I really can’t remember

Last movie at home: Avatar ( James Cameron one )

Reading: At the moment, nothing, I don’t have any new books :(

What food are you craving right now: Cotton candy ice cream tbh

Tagging: Not to be a lameo but whoever feels like it ;)

[kyratti]

{ GENERAL INFORMATION } Name: ajay ghale Age: 26 Species: human Gender: male Orientation: bisexual Profession: benevolent fuck-up, golden path soldier, possibly a king

{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS } Body type: slim, somewhat athletic  Hair: black Eyes: brown Skin: medium Height: 5′10″

{ FAMILY } Family: mohan ghale, ishwari ghale, pagan min? Siblings: lakshmana min Parents alive?: no Any pets?: yes [ ] | no [x]

{ SKILLS } Physical prowess: fast learner when it comes to weaponry, strong with fast reflexes  Speed: fast Magic: N/A Other skills: ?

{ LIKES } Colours: blue, green Smells: sandalwood Food: fast food Fruits: apples Drinks: coffee, tea, etc.

{ OTHER DETAILS } Smokes?: Yes [ ] | No [ ]  | Occasionally [x] Drugs?: Yes [ ] | No [ ] | Occasionally [x] Driver license?: Yes [ x ] | No [ ] | Other [ ] Ever been arrested?: Yes [ x ] | No [ ] | Almost [ ]

tagged by: @pagnmin

tagging: you

[wolfgangisdead]

Love, loss, and Hot Wannabe Tall Guys

Fandom Far Cry 4

Pairing Pagan Min x Original Character

Words 1987

Rating Teen

Warning Pagan Min being Pagan Min, potential ooc Pagan Min

-

CHAPTER ONE

“Again, terribly sorry for what happened. This is more what I had in mind.” 

Esha looked at the man to her left as he spoke, but her gaze trailed down the table to his guest of honor. He looked like a child with the look of confusion on his face, but she was certain he was fairly young regardless. 

“So, fresh start. Introductions. Ajay Ghale, our guest of honor; Paul, our very gracious host; Esha, my dearest friend, and her daughter, Abha. And the little monkey who’s name I still do not know.” He gestured around the table as he went, stopping when Abha reached out from her highchair to grab at his hand. “And I, of course, am Pagan Min.”

Ajay looked at him, clearly not knowing who this Pagan was. 

“You really don’t remember me, do you? Your mother, she never spoke of me, never mentioned me?” He looked sad for a moment before he waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, we’ll change all of that. Paul, I need cash.”

Esha looked at him, curious as to what he had planned, but knew better than to question a man like Pagan Min. 

“Uh, how much do you need?” Paul took out his wallet, looking through it. 

“All of it. Thank you, here we are.” He held a Kyrati rupee in his hand, next to his head. When there was no reaction from Ajay, he chose another rupee. “All right, how about this, with the smile?”

It took one other rupee for Ajay to come up with a reasonable reaction. 

“That’s you.” He murmured, the first thing he most likely said since coming here.

“That’s me.” Pagan agreed, turning the rupee to look at it, a small sigh leaving his lips. “Though, I’m not so sure anymore.”

He set the money down before turning to the urn, opening it. “Now your mother, your mother on the hand, she understood me. She knew me in a way that no one ever did.” He sighed, tilting the ash as he dipped a finger in, bringing it to his lips for a taste. “Mm. That brings me back.”

He set the lid of the urn down, holding the urn with a fond gaze. “The last time I saw Ishwari was years ago. She told me she loved me. Women, they can do that. They can tell you they love you in the moment and mean it, men on the other hand? No, men only really love you in hindsight. When too much distance has built up -” he set the urn down “- So when your mother decided to flee to the United States with you on her hip, I couldn’t help but blame myself.”

Esha watched as the king stood, crab fork in hand as he approached Ajay’s friend, knowing full well what was going to happen. 

“Pagan, careful.” She warned, gaze drifting to the baby that was watching him with wide eyes. 

“Then I realized it, it’s not me. No. It was the fucking Golden Path.” He only offered Esha a small smile showing he understood what she was warning him about as he walked behind Ajay’s friend. He slammed his head into the plate, stabbing him in the neck with the fork. “Those fucking terrorists, they ruin everything. Like dinner. Did no one ever teach you that it’s rude to text at the table?”

Abha giggled clapping her hands at the sudden movement, having been too young and innocent to know that she should not be giggling at this.  

“Let’s see here. Give me the phone.” He whacked the man’s arm until he moved it. “Really guys? We’re not checking for these anymore? Ah, “I’m with Ajay Ghale.” You’ll love this part. “Help.” A text, for help. You don’t text for help, you cry for help. So, come on, you’re going to cry for help.”

Esha cleared her throat. “Pagan, enough. You wouldn’t want to scare Abha, would you?”

“I…” He furrowed his brow before yanking the fork out. “I suppose not, you’re right. You’ll have to forgive me Ajay, Esha truly is my better half. She keeps me quite grounded. Paul, take this little monkey and see what he knows.”

Paul stood and grabbed the monkey, leaving the room with him in his hold. 

Esha smiled respectfully, but squirmed under the attention she was being given. “It’s nothing, nothing at all. I’m only doing what I do best.” She shrunk in her seat, hoping the attention would go elsewhere.

Pagan’s phone rang and he slowly made his way out, telling him to stay and enjoy the crab rangoon. 

Ajay turned to grab the urn, quickly closing it. “Is he always…. like that?”

“Hm? Like what? Oh… well, if you mean the fork, usually yes. He’s very temperamental, but he is not without his kindness. I wouldn’t think too much on his behavior, Ajay. He’s…. reaccustoming himself to having more people around.” Esha lifted a crab rangoon off of her plate, waving it around like a bird in front of Abha. “You’ll learn to get used to it, if you decide to stay a little while longer after returning your mother to Lakshmana.” 

“Who...who was Lakshmana? She never spoke of her, and when she did, it was pretty vague.” He cleared his throat, looking down at the urn.

Esha frowned, looking at Abha. “She was Ishwari and Pagan’s daughter, his pride and joy. You could tell when he had seen Lakshmana just by the smile on his face. She was to turn two, but she was killed.” She was uneasy to even tell him this and it showed as she nervously shoved food into her mouth to avoid saying anything more. “Listen, it was his daughter. If you want to know more, it must come from him. I’m merely just his friend.”

Ajay looked at her, but said nothing more as he sat in silence, choosing the option to enjoy the crab rangoon. 

“Is Abha his?” Innocent question enough. 

She laughed, shaking her head. “No, no. Though he does adore her, it is for some other reason. Her father abandoned us the moment he laid eyes on her and saw that her skin was light. Accused me of adultery and ruined my reputation. I was lucky enough to have met Pagan when I did, if not for him I’m sure Abha and I would’ve died.” She smiled down at her daughter, squishing her chubby cheeks. “It’s cute that you think she’s his, though. It’s sweet.”

He flushed, looking down and was going to say something else before Pagan returned, a joyous smile on his face as he sauntered in. 

“Did you enjoy the crab rangoon?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but was caught off from saying more when screaming echoed through the halls. “Ah, you will have to forgive that. Someone isn’t cooperating as well as they should.”

Abha gurgled and slammed her hands on the trey of the highchair, squeals leaving her lips as she watched Pagan return and take his seat beside her. 

“Let us finish our meal, shall we?” He clasped his hands together, smiling. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone, hm?”

“Just small talk about Abha, nothing much.” Esha chirped, omitting the sensitive topic of Lakshmana. “Yuma will be coming in later. She wants to talk to you about something, but she never said what.”

“Probably for the best, you know. Wouldn’t want dear Abha getting caught in the crossfires of my business, no?” He chuckled, a dangerous, warning tone to his voice. “Now, it would be a waste to let this food grow cold. Let’s celebrate Ajay Ghale’s return to Kyrat!”

Esha furrowed her eyebrows at his words, knowing full well he’d never let any harm come to Abha, not if he could help it. She ate in silence as Pagan rambled on to Ajay with some interruptions from Abha every now and again.

When the meal was over, however, he had a help lead Ajay to his room. Pagan remained with Esha who was thoroughly savoring the food as she shared the crab rangoon filling with Abha.

“I trust that you will ensure you will make sure he doesn’t stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.” He murmured quietly, lifting Abha from her chair and into his lap. “We don’t want him joing that fucking Golden Path now do we? No, we don’t.”

Esha smiled softly at him. “Only if you teach me how to fight. It’ll be much safer if you do, and you can still keep some guards with you, or stationed at posts.” She retorted, watching him. “She loves you, you know. I think she’d love you even more if you taught me how to fight.”

“Ah, well, I suppose doing so wouldn’t be too difficult. Ajay could accompany us.” He hummed, although there was some doubt in his mind. “It could be a bonding moment for us all!”

“A bonding moment of shooting things?” She raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes! We can tear shit up!” He nodded, standing as he bounced Abha in the air. “Wouldn’t that be fun, Abha? Yes, yes it would. You’d have so much fun, wouldn’t you?”

“She’s a baby, Pagan Min. You will not introduce her to guns, or killing people. It’s bad enough you stab people in front of her.” She scolded, a frown on her face. 

“It’s never too early. She must learn to fend off all the boys that may like her in the future, you know.” He handed Abha over to Esha with a cry of disapproval coming from the baby. 

Esha narrowed her eyes at him as she set Abha on her hip. “You’re insane, Pagan. Absolutely insane. She is a baby! Teaching her to stab things is bad parenting! You have to teach her to fight with her hands!”

“She will be a perfectly capable young girl if she is anything like her mother. Of course, she is much too young now, perhaps when she is able to keep herself upright, then.” He tutted before smiling at Esha. 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Pagan. You should know this by now.” She tsked and patted his arm. “I’ve got to go into town later, so I trust that Abha will be safe with you. Again, do not do anything too terrible in front of her. If I find out you did, I will hurt you.”

“Oh, feisty. I like it.” He quipped, a smirk playing at his lips. 

She looked at him, eyes narrowed. “Thank you for the meal, My King. I’ve got work to do now, so you know where to find me if you need me.”

Esha didn’t wait much longer for any reaction from him and left the room, heading towards her room to begin working. She wasn’t like any other member of Pagan’s so called “court,” as she more often than not did the little things like sewing or repairing clothes. She was pretty handy with a needle, and took to cleaning and repairing any clothing Pagan sought fit. Sometimes she would even craft new outfits for him, such as the pink jacket he had worn at the meal with Ajay. It was difficult, but that was fine with her.

She was repairing one of his coats that had been torn, although it was a lot more than a tear. He was very clearly getting into a few more squabbles with the guards, as the bloodstains were quite…. pronounced. 

“He is such a messy man, isn’t he, Abha?” She turned to look at her daughter standing in the crib. “Nothing I’m not used to with a messy eater like you!” 

Abha squealed, as if disapproving of her words. 

Esha sighed, a small frown on her face. “Maybe one day Kyrat will be safe enough for you to go out and have fun. Maybe.”

[senka-mesecine]

If you ever catch me slipping up and portraying a grown-up, people's-elected leader Bhadra as anything but a proud Che Guevara channeling Tarun Matara generalissimo guerrilla rebel commandeer with a radiant, pure, incorruptible, justice-loving heart of gold which she doesn't even try to hide from anything or anyone - you might as well conclude that I'm sadly tragically deceased.  Bitches, bye - the ending of Far Cry 4 is officially cancelled - Bhadra actually came home and kicked everyone’s asses, set things straight for Kyrat, made everyone’s crops fertile and Ishwari was smiling at her badassery the entire time from the heavens. Move over Sabal. Move over Amita. Move over Pagan. (◡‿◡✿) (◔◡◔✿) (◠‿◠✿) Originals: | x | + | x |

[alwaysthehbp]

listening to ‘the river’ still gives me pashwari feels lol

[ozymandiascezn]

only in hindsight

one|chapter two

fandom far cry 4

pairing ishwari ghale x pagan min

rating teen, mature

warning language, pagan being pagan

note plot is definitely something I need. tumblr should have wordcount too cuz this feels short and im sorry

-

 “She could be a spy, Pagan. It is unwise to keep her here and jeopardize all that we’ve accomplished.”

  Ishwari had long since left the room, retiring to her new room once Gary had returned with the milk. It left Pagan and Yuma alone, and while his mind was on business, hers was on the suspicious guest.

  “She wouldn’t put her own child in danger if she was a spy, Yuma, now enough. The Golden Path are getting more brazen. they’ve attempted an attack on an outpost.” Pagan moved his eyes from his glass of wine to Yuma, sending quite a dangerous glare her way. He held the letter out to her. “Find as many of them as you can. Alive or dead, you can even bring them to your little nest in Durgesh prison. Just get them out of my fucking hair.”

  Yuma wore a dangerous grin when she heard his words taking the letter with amusement. “This will be easy work. It’ll be like they never existed. The Golden Path might not recover from this loss, either. It will work in our favor.”

  “Just do what you can, Yuma. I will handle our guest accordingly. Perhaps she is hiding something, perhaps not.” He cleared his throat and stood from his seat, straightening out his suit. “That’ll be all for now, Yuma.”

  She stood in the room for a moment longer, as if doubting his words, but she new Pagan enough to understand that he could handle himself should the need arise. She did not bow when she left. 

  “Gary! Gary get your ass down here now!” He shouted, patiently waiting for said man to come fumbling into the room. “I’m not getting any fucking younger over here!”

  A moment’s silence then there was the hurried thump-thump-thumping of Gary running down the hall and bursting into the dining room. He looked worried for a moment but then relaxed.

  “Sir?”

  “It’s come to my attention that Yuma and the young Noore are not enough to sway the people into obedience. Find me someone who can handle the job.” He leaned his head back, muttering something to himself. “And while you’re at it, double the security around here.”

  “Of course, Sir, will that be all?” Gary bowed, looking up at his superior for further instruction, as he always did. 

  Pagan thought for a moment before he shook his head. “I can always rely on you to not be a fucking disappointment, Gary. This place would be in shambles without you, really. Once you are done with these assignments, you’re free to do whatever you wish, I suppose.”

   Gary seemed a bit hesitant to leave, but with another bow, he left Pagan to handle the tasks rewarded to him. 

   Pagan hardly slept that night, focused on plans that would bring Mohan to his fucking knees.

-

   Breakfast was only slightly less awkward with Ishwari considering Gary, bless his soul, spent a majority of the time talking to her while Pagan kept his focus on business papers. 

  “Gary, aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” Pagan raised an eyebrow at the man, a bit amused that he had been so chatty that morning. “If you’d like to keep your job, Gary, I suggest you do less chit-chatting and more working. I would hate to find a replacement for you.” You know how much I’d hate to be without you.

  “O - Of course, Sir. I’ll get right on it, right away sir.” Gary stood, quickly rushing out to handle the last matter of finding someone to help govern the regions of Kyrat. 

  “You didn’t have to do that. We were having a nice conversation.” Ishwari muttered, furrowing her brow at Pagan’s interruption. “It wouldn’t kill you to let people have conversations around here.” 

  “Gary is my assistant. When I task him with something, I expect him to get it done. He’ll have all the time in the world to talk when I’m dead because he was too busy talking about trivial things to amp up security.” He snapped maliciously, narrowing his eyes at her. “These are very trying times, Ishwari. He will have time for a break, but now is not that time.”

  Ishwari pursed her lips, but then Ajay began to cry, writhing and whining. She took him from the wrap around her body and began to bounce him in her lap, shushing and soothing to the best of her abilities. 

  Pagan tilted his head to the side, setting aside the papers he had been reading to watch her, a bit curious about the infant. He looked a few months old, but Pagan never really had a lot of situations where he was this close to a baby to really tell. He wasn’t even sure if he liked babies. All they did was cry and look useless. He watched for minutes on end as she struggled to silence him, a bit amused if anything.”

  “I’m sorry, usually he usually isn’t like this -”

   Pagan cocked his head to the side before he shook his head. “Babies will be babies. Perhaps I might give it a try, if you’d allow me to, of course.”

  Ishwari hesitated, but then she handed the young infant to Pagan, guiding him in properly holding Ajay. She sat back afterwards, watching the pair with a nervous gaze.

  He was oblivious to her worrisome gaze, or he just didn’t care enough to notice. He stood, swaying with the infant as he stared down at him. Something in Pagan’s mind to hum, so he did. It was something he remembered from his childhood, a brief fond memory before he was raised under his father’s meticulous planning. He didn’t recall much of his mother, but he remembered this song. 

  Ajay quieted, letting out a short squeal of delight as he stared up at Pagan, and for a moment, Pagan seemed to be delighted, too, but then the delight left his face and he was back to himself. 

  “H - How’d you do that...?” Ishwari murmured, more to herself than anything, as she took Ajay back into her arms. 

  “Infants, quite fickle aren’t they?” He cleared his throat lightly, returning his attention to his papers as he sat back down. “Perhaps he’d have a much better time if there were toys and such for him to throw about, or whatever it is infants his age care for.”

  “He used to have a little rattle and some other toys he used to play with, I think if we had stuff like that, he would be quite happy.” She hummed lightly, looking down. “You’re not all that bad, they were wrong about you.”

  Either she knew what he wanted to hear, or she meant that genuinely, Pagan couldn’t be sure, but it pleased him immensely and he couldn’t help that ‘hah suck on that, Mohan’ thought that passed through his mind. 

  “Is that so? I’ll have Gary find some then, I would be a bad host if I didn’t care for my guests’ needs.” He chimed, a strangely serene smile on his face. “Now, after this, I will be going out for business. I will leave Gary with you, he should be able to handle all your needs and if not, there are plenty of servants on the grounds that will.”

  “I thought Gary was your assistant? Won’t you need him on business?” She questioned, a bit suspiciously, as she peppered kisses across Ajay’s belly and face to keep him from a meltdown. “I can handle myself.”

  “I don’t doubt that, Ishwari.” He replied, gathering up his papers and tucking them away. “Any questions before I go?”

  “When will you return?” 

  “When I’m done.” 

  She huffed and that left Pagan quite satisfied. They finished breakfast in silence before Pagan departed and as he said he would, he left Gary behind.

[shippingcast]

These are trying times. I very much hope listening to how @miss-rivia​ introduces me to Pagan Min and Ishwari Ghale, our first video game ship from Far Cry 4, will provide you with distraction and entertainment. That’s what fandom’s for, isn’t it?

[samar-the-loyal-demon]

[sgtxcage]

[ perfect - hedley || mr. brightside - the killers || miss atomic bomb - the killers || the ghost of you - my chemical romance || $Ting - the neighbourhood || fall for your type - drake || princess of china - coldplay & rihanna || autumn leaves - ed sheeran || dark paradise - lana del rey || shattered - trading yesterday || somebody that i used to know - boyce avenue || apologize - onerepublic || snuff (acoustic) - slipknot || say something - a great big world & christina aguilera || if it means a lot to you - a day to remember ]

I was bored and procrastinating from studying, and I made this, so yeah.