#vaas/oc

[xeresmalfoy]

WIP name game, taggued by the talented @kimazuiiii 😍

I'm not one to work on multiple projects at once so I'll include my ideas for later projects and old projects that I intend to translate into English....

Current WIP : Brianna Fraser/Stephen Bonnet drama/comedy fic, 7 chapters are done so far and I'm having a lot of fun.

Ideas :

- MOAR Brianna/Stephen fics of course, i have several ideas of long fics

- I'm also thinking about writing Naruto fics about my Kings Gaara and Deidara, and of course my Queen Sakura but I'm quite new to this fandom so I'm still struggling with plot details cuz I don't wanna screw up 🙈

Translations :

- I started translating my Far Cry 3 fiction cuz I absolutely love it and I also love Vaas (another pirate, seems like I have a type, guys)

- And I'm also thinking - MAYBE - I could translate some of my old Dramione fics but I've left the HP fandom 4 years ago and I still don't know if I'll ever join back, so wait and see....

Let's see who I can tag.... @rhaenella @bakapandy @babybinxxx

[vesselandmoon]

Just because she doesn't have emotions doesn't mean you can be a dick

@ghostlygothicgay

[dimme-danger-little-stranger]

Well, it's technically male V monday, but with Vaas, it's a bit more complicated than this ! She uses she/he prounouns, and she's transmasc, but definitely doesn't see herself as a man. She just likes having a masc appearance ^^ He is an undercover Militech agent who pretends to be a merc to spy around. His role is to be sure no-one ever attacks a Militech facility or tries to steal anything from the corporation in NC. So, he's living a double life. On one side he's a high-end merc who works for celebrities and is known for being a good detective, and on the other side, he's just recording everything he sees and telling everything to Militech. But, alas after tasting the merc life, Vaas realises that she likes it more than having to obey to her boss for Militech. She is trying to leave the corporation to keep on living her life, but things aren't that easy !

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by the wonderful and talented @carlosoliveiraa (thank you, hun).

Since I'm working on multiple WIPs at a time, I'll share a few. Below are snippets from The Highest Cost (The Lost Boys), Sweet Revenge (Beetlejuice), Love Me Bitterly (Hazbin Hotel), Future On Hold (Final Fantasy XVI), Where the Tainted Kiss (Far Cry 3), and Rapture (Resident Evil). Please enjoy.

The Highest Cost (David x OC)

“I just want to figure out why my dreams are linked to this town. There is something here, and they're trying to show me what.” 

Cadence scoffed. “If we stay here, we might die. Don't you think that's what they mean?”

Even after telling her at the hospital about David’s statement about her dreams being linked to her, she could not understand why Cadence wanted to leave. Did she not want to help her? What if the visions went away. She could be free of them. Yes, she was right about the danger, but Mia did not care. She was so close to the truth. 

David would understand. 

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she immediately felt selfish. Was it her future she wanted to know more about? Or David. 

Sweet Revenge (Betelgeuse x OC)

The persistent honk-honk of a beat-up Accord speeding up the washed-out driveway woke Lilah from a dreamless nap. It was a strange belief that the dead could fall asleep, one that came as a shock four months ago when she first did it. But what really shook her was when she woke to find herself floating 24 inches off the floor. 

Love Me Bitterly (Adam x OC)

“Did you see who claimed the VIP seats?” Lita asked. 

Marcella clasped the necklace and then hummed. 

“No. I was just focused on getting here.”

Tossing her soft lavender hair over her shoulder, Lita motioned for her to follow and led her to the mouth of the tent. Seated in the VIP section, at the front of the stage, were a ‘Seraphim’, and two ‘Archangels’. Marcella widened her eyes in shock. One in particular made her heart race. 

“Azrael is here.” She could not believe it. 

Future On Hold (Cidolfus 'Cid' Telamon x OC)

“I don't want to sound pessimistic, but there is a reason the Deadlands are inhabitable.”

“For all we know,” Cid retorted. “No damn fool has ever tried to settle in it.” 

Eirene frowned. 

“Is the cause of the Blight not more important?”

“What do you reckon caused the Blight?” Cid asked. He sat the book down beside him and untied a pouch from his side, searching for a water crystal. 

Eirene had her theories, but she was not sure. 

“The Mothercrystals, I assume.”

Realizing that Cid might take offense, she tried to apologize. Quite a few Valistheans did not share her opinion, but luckily, the Lord Commander seemed to have an open mind. He merely snorted. 

“It makes the most sense, but until it's proven, making use of the Deadlands is the next best option.”

“And if we can not?” Eirene asked.

She was genuinely curious.

“Then we are doomed,” Cid answered grimly.

He believed that it was far too late, but he could not give up. With an initiated sigh, he poured the contents of the pouch onto the ground. The water crystal was missing.

“Fuck.”

Eirene sighed. She understood a little, but it was a fool’s errand. At least someone was doing something. She sighed and brought her hand out over the turned earth, materializing a sphere of water. Gently small drops wet the soil. 

A scolding grunt from Cid made her grin.

“Someone has to do it.” 

“Brat,” Cid retorted. 

Where the Tainted Kiss (Vaas Montenegro x OC)

“You want my fucking attention, huh?” Vaas asked. Even with a gun pointed at him, his eyes showed no fear. It was like he did not believe she would do it. “Come on. Show me how much of a badass you've become. ¡Muéstrame! ¡Vamos! (Show me! Come on)!”

Liv tightened her jaw. She was not afraid of him, but her hands trembled. Angry tears poured down her heated cheeks. She had him right where she wanted him. He was at her mercy, and yet she was hesitant. But why? He pushed her to this. He made her into a monster.

Rapture (Vampre Albert Wesker x OC)

Tossing aside the dust jacket, she took the ledger back to Dylan and squatted beside him, showing him the pages.

“What is this?”

“Fuck you,” Dylan rasped. 

His voice was coming back. The extract was slowing his regenerative abilities, but he still was not able to move much, aside from his head. 

Aria sighed in annoyance.

“Even in death, you lot are stubborn. Look…I know you're not scared of me. But you are scared of someone. This shitshow is going tits up as soon as I make the call, and you know who is not going to be happy. What I'm doing to you is gonna seem like a tickle compared to what he's gonna do.”

“I don't know who you are talking about,” Dylan retorted. 

Something in his voice seemed genuine. Perhaps he didn't know who he was dealing with.

“I feel sorry for you, I do. You'll find out soon enough.”

Tagging: @quinloki , @mishwanders , @the-resident-vampire , @bonez-drabblez , @lo1k-diamonds , @icy-spicy , @swamplinglvr , @savage-rhi , @nagumoan, @kazenomegaminowanpisu , and anyone who wants to play.

[wizardofrozz]

OC Introduction

CT-2697 “Sawbones” 

Okay, I’ve been wanting to post about Sawbones for a while now and just hadn’t had the confidence 🫣 but @commander-sunshine​ oc Sundays made me want to share more about him lol.

Sawbones is the CMO of the Wolfpack, which he joined almost immediately after the Malevolence attack. I wrote out a pretty good introduction to Saw here but I will happily talk about him any time lol please send me questions I love this man lmao. I also wanted to add a few pieces of art I did including the full view of his helmet 🫢

Sawbones’ helmet:

Sawbones’ tattoo:

Sawbones and Keda: 

Tags: @mylifeisactuallyamess

[broken-balance-baby]

had to make this meme man

[b3ast0fburd3n]

do you have height and body type references for your mains you could share?

Sort of! Hayes is 6'4 with a more lean build, but still muscular. Eden is 5'9 with some bulk to her.

The closest thing I have to visuals for bodies is this beautiful commission I got from @zaffyrr aka badtrigger a few months ago

I was less concrete on what they looked like at the time so it couldn't be perfect but that's fully on me and I don't regret the purchase! Edens body looks more like this (leanbeefpatty)

[ask-theoverseer-max]

Frank: Sheesh! That wasn't very cash money of you Dwight, You're gonna have to stop being cringe if you wanna be the most Bussin . But FR Dwight, No Cap, You sure are such a Cheugy, Like right now you're caught in 4K being this down bad to simp and Rizz up Kate by rescuing them, yet you can't save yourself. It just aint it chef FR FR.

Dwight (On the ground bleeding out) : PLEASE! Just Kill Me Already!

[rainwingmarvel7]

I’ve been waiting for a while to post this, and now I finally can!

Introducing Keira Velaris and Isolde Vaas, the main characters of the Bad Batch fic I’m currently writing with my friend (Keira is mine, Isolde is hers)!

Both were Jedi Padawans who survived Order 66 and ended up joining the Bad Batch, and the rest is history.

Keira is from Alderaan and was the Padawan of Aayla Secura. Her love interest is Tech.

And Isolde is from Jedha and was the Padawan of Kit Fisto. Her love interest is Hunter.

They’re both very badass, and I love them so much

Thanks again @kyjoraven for these amazing drawings! I love them so much, and so does my friend!

[justme12200]

So, I write stories that may see the day of light one day lol. I use the likeness of Margot Robbie's Harley quinn as my main OC and she and Vass montenegro are a thing in the Far cry universe. I was curious what would happen if I put in Harley quinn and Vaas montenegro in Microsoft's image generator thing. So here's what I got, not exactly what I was looking for but I think they're still pretty cool. Not going to lie I love the second one the most, if only it were a little more Vaas lol. The tags are the far cry game universes these two are in, in my writings.

[general-kalani]

I wonder, do any of the Far Cry muses know how to dance? If so, what styles of dance do they know?

Under a cut since I have so many muses for Far Cry sorry LMFAO-

Characters excluded as not knowing how to dance: Buck Hughes (No interest in dancing) Cameron Burke (No interest in dancing) Cain, Ethan, Jacob and John Seed (No interest in dancing) Rook (No interest in dancing) Reese Spoon (No interest in dancing) Staci Pratt (No interest in dancing) Jerome Jeffries (No interest in dancing) Ivanova (No interest in dancing)

~` Far Cry 3 ~` Earnhardt - Can 100% tango, those kinds of classical dances that are kinda slow. S O good at it.

Vaas - Considering that Far Cry 3 (and I did a brief bit of research on this so I might fuck it up) takes place near Indonesia, the dances listed here would be ones Vaas is very familiar with.

Hoyt - If it is to be believed that Hoyt was born in South Africa, then these dances are what he is most familiar with and is willing to teach!

Sam - Having spent a LOT of time in Germany (especially as a kid when he'd moved to Germany) he got to learn a lot of the traditional dances. Schuhplattler is what he's best at. (Video of it here)

~` Far Cry 5 ~` Faith - Tends to do spin dancing! (Mostly because of what he does in game a lot) but she's amazing at it.

Joseph - Tango and waltz is what he knows best and that's only because he was taught by Annabelle on how to do them.

Nick - Dancing? He only knows embarrassing ones for his family.

Sharky - Same as Nick, only does embarrassing ones.

Annabelle - Tango and waltzes are her favourite types to dance and the ones she had taught Joseph. She'd waltzed with Joseph on their wedding day.

Everett - ALSO the same as Nick and Sharky, though he has a lot more fun with it than embarrassing. Mostly done while playing his guitar.

Miller - Country dances are most common with Miller. Simple, wild, but he has his fun!

~` Far Cry New Dawn ~` Rush - He does his best to keep the 'old world' dances going! Tango, waltzes, etc are what he keeps alive.

~` Far Cry 6 ~` Diego - To not be a disappointment to his father, he's had to learn many dances. Though originating from Cuba, they persist even in Yara.

[astralcamellia]

Art Highlights of 2018

[dimme-danger-little-stranger]

Hey it's male V monday again ! And this time, I'm here with our transmasc princess, Vaas ! <3 I sometimes wonder why she's still a merc (and a corpo 🤣). She has everything to become a movie star, except some real acting talent, haha ! I wish he could make a career change and start being a model, or anything away from crime. It could be a nice arc for him ^^

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Twenty-five] Head or Heart [Vaas Montenegro]

A/n: I am so very sorry for how long it took me to write this. I've rewritten this chapter so many times, it's driven me insane. Honestly, I'm still not happy with it, but it turned out better than my other outlines. Please enjoy.

Thank you all who have been patient and supportive of this story.

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, guns, anxiety, blood, death, fear, OC, mixed emotions, breakdown, language, threats, tears.

No Minors Allowed!!

At the first sound of gunfire, Olivia McKenna jerked awake in a panic, sitting up so fast that for a moment her brain felt like a bowl of soup. Her heart was racing. Liv darted her eyes around the crate, searching for the source of the noise, but of course, she could not see much. One thing she did find strange was that the door was ajar. But why? 

She remembered staying up late with Vaas as he confided in her about Jason; about how one or the other was destined for death. Liv recalled her revelation, staring down at the man who kidnapped her, whose insanity infected her like a virus. But then what? The joint relaxed her enough to fall asleep. She drifted off, leaning against the wall of the crate as Vaas rested on her thighs. He must have moved her when he left.

How sweet of him. 

Liv turned up her eyes, ran a hand over her face, and then tottered to the opening of the crate. As she peeked out, expecting to see the interior of the red shipping door, she was shocked to see the courtyard instead. It was still dark out, and yet the compound was strangely empty. Open wooden crates were lying around, and a bonfire raging, reaching high into the starlit sky as though everyone packed up and left in a hurry. Liv was bewildered. 

She stepped out and crept down the ramp, anxious that she was going to get caught, but no one even uttered a word. Then Liv noticed why. Shoved beside the corner of the building and a crate was the body of a pirate. At first, she thought he was asleep, drunk, or high, but she noticed bullet holes in the building and upon closer investigation, she noticed blood staining his red shirt. 

Before she could make heads or tails of the discovery, she heard gunshots in the distance. Her heart began to race. 

"But I feel it right fucking here. This feeling in my chest tells me that he is coming for me."

Jason. Could it be him?

Liv squatted beside the crate, listening to the chaos that was unfolding across the compound. It felt like she was in the middle of a battlefield, regarded as a prisoner of war, or worse, one of the enemies. Reaching up to her neck, her fingers brushed the torn grimy cloth, and in fear of being mistaken for a pirate and shot down, she untied it and tossed it to the ground. For a moment, she felt free, but that meant nothing if she could not escape.

The front gate was closed, likely locked up tight. So how did the Rakyat - or Jason - get inside? A hole in the border, perhaps. Liv groaned. It would be too much of a risk to run through the warzone in search of it, especially when she did not even know if it existed or not. To make matters worse, as she mulled over her options, a fire had broken out in the adjacent buildings. The gunfight was getting closer to her.

The main gate. I don't have much of an option. 

The console was inside one of the buildings, she knew. It was the only way to unlock the front gate. But she feared what lay in wait for her. Would the Rakyat consider her friend or foe? They left her to the mercy of the jungle once; they might just shoot her this time. Like it or not, she was alone.

It's fine. I can do this. Find the panel; find the way out. 

She would figure out the details of her way back to the mainland afterward. Liv took an uneasy breath and peered into the wooden crate. It was empty aside from some foam inserts, but the dead pirate had a 1911 semi-automatic lying near him. It would do. Having a gun was better than not having one. Liv reached for it, but no sooner had she grabbed it, had a loud unexpected voice startled her. 

“Jason, look at you. I mean look at you.”

Vaas. Her blood ran cold. Where was he? It sounded like his voice was coming from all around her. A PA system no doubt. He must have still been inside the building she wandered from. 

“Stupid motherfucking white boy. You come here in MY fucking jungle and you think you’re a fucking warrior. You think you know what it takes to kill?” 

Liv tightened her jaw. Warrior this, warrior that; he was obsessed with the notion. What bullshit did Citra fill his head with? And then there was Jason. He was falling down the same rabbit hole into madness, chasing the same ridiculous concept.

Checking the magazine to make sure it had bullets, she took an uneasy breath. Of course, she would have to face Vaas to open the door; it was like a damn video game. Liv was getting pretty fucking sick of being yanked around. If push came to shove, then she was ready. She turned and darted back into the storage building, ignoring the crate, and rounded the corner into the room with the abandoned cars. There was a set of grated stairs that she had not noticed before when Vaas brought her in. They lead up to what she hoped was the control room.

Liv crept up the stairs, gun positioned down with the safety off, making it to the top and around the corner before someone grabbed her from behind. She squeaked in fear, attempting to turn around, but a throaty laugh made her halt. 

“¡Mierda (shit)! What the hell are you doing outside your crate?” Carlos asked. 

He released her, and Liv swung around to face him. Her first thought was to shoot him, but he did not seem hostile. His gun was at his side, so she too kept hers down. If she could go about this peacefully, then she would. 

“The door was open,” she admitted.

Carlos grunted in annoyance, cursing beneath his breath. 

“We are getting our asses mowed down out there.”

Liv gave him a look as if to say ‘And I should care, why’? She was not in the least bit sympathetic.

“Is it the Rakyat?” 

“Snow fucking White,” Carlos answered. 

One man was causing so much chaos? Liv could not believe that. There was no way he could have survived the things he had. 

“I'm in Hell. I have to be.”

Carlos snorted. “It was all good until you came along, gringa (foreigner). Un paraíso (a paradise).” 

She was sure it was. Liv merely flipped him the bird, then peered down the hall. There was a door at the end, propped open, but she could not see what was inside. Carlos mistook her curiosity for concern. 

“Worry about yourself, princesa (princess). This fight isn't yours.”

So, he was down there, waiting for Jason. Liv bit back a rude remark. It was her fight though. She was as much involved as Jason was, maybe even more. Just because she did not have any friends left to save did not mean she didn't have any to avenge. Tightening her grip on the gun, she tightened her jaw. 

“He might die, might not, is all I'm saying. But you won't be the one to pull the fucking trigger,” Carlos stated. “As much as he likes you, he won't let you intervene in this fight. It's beyond the two of us.” 

“This warrior shit again,” Liv snarled. 

Fuck it. 

“What then?” 

“We'll wait it out. Vamos entonces (Come on then). Before someone puts a bullet in your ass,” Carlos suggested. 

It took Liv a moment to realize what he meant, and as much as she wanted to see the confrontation, she knew he was right. Vaas would kill her before he ever let her take away his moment with Jason.

"He's coming, querida (darling). We are the same, he and I. It can only fucking end when one of us is truly dead."

She sighed. Was he warning her? Or saying goodbye. In the end, she reluctantly chose to follow Carlos and let fate do as it intended to. If Vaas died, she was finally free. A part of her, however, was wailing, begging for him to live. 

Carlos led Liv downstairs and back to the crate, to her dismay, closing the door. So long as the bar was not pulled down, the crate would remain unlocked and could be opened from the inside. Quietly the two waited in anticipation, hearing nothing for a while, until rushed footsteps broke the uncomfortable silence. Even though she did not need to, Liv held her breath until the footsteps receded. 

Then what she heard next could only be described as utter chaos. Jason began to shout, saying things that made no sense to her. He rambled like a madman, then the bullets began to fly. He went through an entire clip of a machine gun, halted, then began to fire again. How many bullets was he going to waste? Was he even hitting anything? All Liv could picture was Jason in a Stormtrooper uniform failing to hit anything. As comical as the image was, she could not muster a smile. Her nerves were too screwed up. By the time it was over, she for some reason felt sick to her stomach. The outcome was weighing on her like a wet blanket. 

Waiting for what felt like an hour, Liv nearly gasped in fear when Carlos yanked the latch up and opened the door. It made such a loud squeak that her ears rang. He held up his hand to halt her, peeked outside, then motioned for her to follow him. She did not know if she wanted to. With a deep breath, she tottered outside the crate for the last time and into the warehouse. Carlos went right, so she followed him. 

The air was stagnant with the scent of gunpowder, growing stronger as Liv ascended the stairs. She noticed holes in the walls, holes that were not there earlier, diverting her attention only when the toe of her shoe hit something at the top where Carlos had first snuck up on her. It was a used 1ml syringe. She curled her nose in disgust, ignored it, and walked behind the brute down the hallway to the room at the end. The two hesitantly entered. Even if he did not seem to care, Carlos let out a groan of remorse at what he saw. 

“Fóllame (fuck me). Hand of fate, you crazy motherfucker.”

What did he mean? Liv shoved past him, seeing both Vaas and Jason on the floor. Neither of them were moving, but only Vaas had blood around him. She could not believe it.

“A-are they dead?” She asked.

Carlos checked on Vaas first, pressing his fingers against the pulse point at his wrist. He groaned, then went to check on Jason. As he did, Liv hesitantly wandered over to the former, staring down at him. She gently nudged his arm, but he did not move.

He's dead, isn't he?

Tears stung her eyes. She was not sure if she was crying because it was over or because she didn't want him to die. Either reason she believed. She stared at Vaas long enough in a zoned-out state that when she heard Carlos curse beneath his breath, she swore he tightened his jaw. Liv glanced over at the brute to see him raise his 44 magnum and point the barrel at Jason, who was holding a tribal knife in one hand; half of the blade was covered in blood.

“What are you doing?” She asked in a raspy voice.

“Finishing him off,” Carlos answered. “The fucker is still breathing.” 

Jason was alive. Liv widened her glossy eyes.

“Why? He won. Vaas is dead.” 

What sense did it make to kill him now? Revenge. She took a step toward him to stop him, content with using the gun if she had to, but a hand weakly grabbed her leg. Liv squeaked in surprise, glancing down to see that Vaas had moved. 

“So quick to…count me out, no?”

How was he alive? For a moment, Liv was relieved, but then the feeling was replaced with an extreme sensation of anger. 

No. No…no. 

Raising the gun, her hands trembled. She pointed the barrel at him, but instead of anger or shock, Vaas simply grinned.

“I always knew those fucking tears were genuine. From the heart, yeah?”

Tears. Liv almost did not hear Carlos shout for her to stop, lost in her thoughts. What tears? 

Lying on his back, Vaas weakly raised his hands to his head, lifting his fingers to give the impression that he had horns. 

“Monstruo (monster).” 

“I'm not a fucking monster…I'm not.”

“I don't w-want you to die. Please stop…please.” 

Liv tensed.

“Shut up. Just shut your fucking mouth,” she hissed. 

Why did he bring that up? Why did it matter? Liv placed both her hands around the gun, begging herself to prove him wrong, but the barrel of a 44 magnum touched the back of her head and she froze.

“This won't save you, puta (bitch),” Carlos sneered. “You pull the trigger and you will die right here.”

“Ey fucker!” Vaas shouted. He motioned with his hand for Carlos to put the gun down. “Don't interrupt. The grown-ups are talking.” 

What sort of game was he playing? Did he not think she would do it? Liv tightened her jaw.

“It takes a monster to kill a monster,” she uttered. 

He laughed weakly. 

“And you are that fucking monster, huh?” Before she could answer, Vaas did it for her. “No, not you, querida (darling). You aren't like me.” 

Even with a gun pointed at him, he was still underestimating her resolve. 

“You don't know a damn thing about me, Vaas.”

“Show me,” Vaas ordered. “You want to be a monster. ¡Muéstrame! ¡Vamos! (Show me! Come on)!”

Liv tightened her jaw in irritation. She was not afraid of him, but her hands trembled. Tears slid down her heated cheeks and her stomach churned. Vaas was right here; he was on death's door. He was at her mercy, and yet she was hesitant for some reason. Her time on the island crossed her mind like a reel of memories, silent yet nonetheless intense. 

She hated to admit it, but she was drawn to Vaas in more ways than she should be. It was a terrible realization, even more so when she realized that he walked her through her trauma. She forgave herself; she let her dad go. Her lip began to tremble. He was right, she was not a monster. Perhaps it was in her eyes; eyes that stung with tears as she tried to force herself to be like him, just as Jason had. 

“You bastard,” she sobbed. 

The gun felt like a weight in her hand, growing heavier and heavier as her strength failed her. Liv realized it was easy to set herself up in that mindset; that she had to kill Vaas to be free, but she could not go through with it. Her morals would not let her take his life, even after everything she went through. She slowly dropped to her knees, letting the heavy gun slide to the floor in front of her. No matter how hard she tried to get her feelings together, she couldn't.

Wiping away her tears, she glanced at Vaas to gauge his expression, but to her shock, his eyes were closed and his body was still. Liv could tell based on the shallow breaths that he took that he was still alive; he had merely passed out. The fucker. He did not get to make her feel this way and then pass out. An air of annoyance washed over her and like the flip of a switch, she lunged at him, straddling his waist. Despite Carlos’ protests, she drew back her arm, tightened her hand into a fist, and punched Vaas in the chest.

Her wrath knew no bounds. Liv did not care where she hit, so long as her fist made contact with the man below her, stopping only when she missed and struck the floor beside his head.  

“Fuck!” She shouted. 

Her hand was covered in Vaas’ blood and her knuckles burned. If anything, it just made her more angry that he was not awake to listen to her. 

“You psycho fuck,” she wept. Reaching down, she buried her fingers in his shirt. “Wake up. You have no idea what you've done…what hell you've put me through. I want–”

A fresh bout of sobs wracked her. For a moment, she could not speak. No matter how hard she tried, nothing came out but her cries. Liv did not find her voice again until Carlos slid his hands beneath her arms in an attempt to move her. 

“Don't fucking touch me!” She lashed out, jerking away from him. 

She wasn't done, but Carlos did not care. He jerked her up, holding her back. 

“Calm the fuck down. He can't hear you. You're acting loca (crazy). Breathe.” 

For fucks sake. She was having a mental breakdown, wasn't she? Liv took a deep uneasy breath, but it did little to calm her trembling body. She supposed she did look crazy, attacking an unconscious man who was bleeding out.

“Are you good?” Carlos asked.

Honestly, no. Liv shook her head, but luckily he let her go. She watched as he walked over to Vaas and began to strip him of his tank top, using a knife from his boot to tear the fabric. As he was wrapping the strips across Vaas’ abdomen where he had been stabbed, she heard the sound of footsteps smacking against the grated walkway outside. 

A moment later, Yada stumbled in, holding his hand over a wound on his side. 

“Fuck me,” he uttered, taking in the scene before him. 

His eyes met Livs for a moment as though he was debating her involvement before Carlos shouted for him to help.

“He's bleeding out. We need to take him to the Doctor.”

Doctor E. 

“Will he make it that far?” Yada asked. 

“The fuck if I know,” Carlos retorted.

Yada cursed beneath his breath and helped him lift Vaas, supporting his weight. 

“And Snow White. He alive too?” 

Liv darted her eyes to Jason, then back to Carlos, giving him a pleading look that said ‘Leave him be. Please’. He thankfully listened.

“We need to go. This place is fucked.”

She considered staying behind. The island would no doubt be liberated by the Rakyat and in a few hours it would be swarming with them, but she was not sure she could trust them. The sad truth was that she trusted the pirates more. Liv swallowed hard. She had a choice to make.

Glancing around the room for the first time, she noticed a control panel in the center with multiple TV screens surrounding it. Some of them were broken, riddled with gunshot holes, but she could make out sections of the compound. One of them pointed at her shipping crate. Liv snorted, then walked over to the panel to look it over. There were a series of buttons; one of them read ‘main’. She pressed it down, then turned. A shelf in the corner of the room held multiple items, one of which was a can of red spray paint. An idea came to mind.  

Before she left, taking her gun with her, she sprayed a message on the floor for Jason to see. ‘Break the Cycle’. She opted not to leave her name. After all Olivia McKenna was meant to be dead. 

Hurrying outside, Liv was pleased to see that Carlos and Yada had not yet left her. They had loaded Vaas into a Scavenger with an open trunk bed and were talking to another pirate who had somehow managed to live. By the time she made it over, he walked away, heading back into the compound. 

“There are others?”

“A few. With Vaas on the verge of death, we need to step back and take a look at the damage. Go into hiding,” Carlos answered honestly. He paused for a moment, then sighed. “You coming, princesa (princess).”

Honestly, she had nowhere else to go. There was a chance Vaas would pull through and there was something she wanted to tell him. She hoped that she would not come to regret this. 

“For now. I need to see if he lives or not,” Liv retorted. 

Her answer was cynical, but Carlos could respect her resolve. He nodded, then motioned for her to get into the Scavenger. Liv sat up front while Yada sat in the bed with Vaas. They planned to take a patrol boat to the north island, and then drive to the doctor's house. She knew nothing beyond that. 

For the most part, the trip was safe. Carlos stayed in contact with an unnamed pirate who had eyes on the roads. A large handful of territories had been liberated and were now taken over by the Rakyat, but there were still pirates hidden about, lying low. By the time they reached the Doctor's house, the sun had risen. Liv slid out of the front seat and stretched her sore back. She was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but felt slightly better after her breakdown. 

The house the Doctor lived in was gorgeous. It looked like a mansion compared to the shacks on the island. There was even a greenhouse situated to the side, where the Doctor himself emerged moments later, swaying a bit. 

“This is…a pleasant surprise I must say,” he stated, as she and Carlos approached. “Am I hallucinating?”

Liv raised a brow. One hard look and she realized that he was high. His blue eyes were glassy and his pupils were dilated.  

“Jefe (boss) is in the back. He was stabbed,” Carlos told him, ignoring his question. 

Doctor E sucked in air between his teeth. 

“A patch-up. I'll go grab my bag, wherever I might have left it.” 

Liv was in disbelief. This was Doctor E? An elderly, unkempt man who seemed to sample a bit too much of his product. She waited until he strode away before she turned to Carlos. 

“Are you sure about him?”

“He works better when he's high,” Carlos simply answered. 

Whatever. It was not her life that was on the line. She sat down on the front porch out of the way while Doctor E, who later she learned was called Alec Earnhardt, attempted to save Vaas. He managed to stop the bleeding and sew him up, but he had lost quite a bit of blood, which with a transfusion might save him. It was honestly up to him now. 

Liv thought in some cliche manner that her blood would be needed, but luckily Doctor Earnhardt had it handled. Vaas was, ironically, a regular blood donor. In a place like the Rook Islands, she reckoned giving blood was not a terrible idea. It was more weird that the old man kept the bags in his fridge next to his produce.

A short while later, Doctor Earnhardt joined her on the porch, cleaning the blood from his hands with a wash rag. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked. 

Liv hummed, then realized that he meant the blood on her hands and clothes. 

“It's not mine.” 

She reckoned that he was used to such remarks, or he simply did not care, because he said nothing in return. He was silent, watching the pirates talk amongst themselves, then turned his eyes to Liv again. 

“You don't belong here miss, not with these chaps.” 

He was right. She didn't. 

“Neither do you, by the sound of it,” Liv retorted. 

She was referring to his accent. He sounded like he was from somewhere in Europe, Britain most likely. 

Doctor Earnhardt snorted softly. “I'm right where I am meant to be, I assure you.” 

Liv was not sure what he meant. She watched him faintly smile, then walk back into the house. If she had known that this was the first and last time she would talk to him, she would have asked him to come with her, though she doubted that he would have followed. 

Walking down to the Scavenger, she crawled into the front seat, taking a look back at Vaas. He looked like he was in an eternal conflict with himself. His brows were knitted, eyes darting back and forth beneath his lids. Liv wondered if he was dreaming. Whatever was going on inside his mind must have been chaotic. If only she knew. 

The sound of the door coming open turned her attention to Carlos who sat behind the wheel. 

“What now?” She asked. 

“We lay low for a while. Fuera de la red (off the grid). Then we will see,” he answered. 

Liv hummed. Reaching over to the radio, she cut it on, surprised to hear ‘Mama Morenita’ playing. An air of nostalgia washed over her. 

“Mama Morenita is the best song on the radio, no?” 

Carlos snorted and started the engine. Vaas would agree. 

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CT-2697 Sawbones SFW Alphabet

I have a NSFW alphabet as well that I will probably post in the near future 😏

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sawbones’ love language is acts of service. He isn’t good at talking about his feelings or explaining what he wants but he can show his affection to the people he cares about by helping them, protecting them, or just being there for support (even if he looks grumpy at the time).  

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Wolffe and Kix are his best friends and he has a different relationship with both of them. He’s very protective of them but provides different things depending on the person. He’s a brother and a confidant for Wolffe and Kix. Saw isn't much of a talker but he does listen, more than most people realize. He's always been a people watcher, ever since he was a kid, so even though he may seem uninterested or pissy, he's heard everything his brothers have said. Having grown up with Saw, it doesn't surprise Kix but the first time Saw mentions something Wolffe said when he thought Saw wasn't listening, Wolffe realized that his medic did care about what he had to say.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Saw isn’t much of a cuddler until a certain cuddle bug Keda worms her way into his heart. 

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

At the beginning of the war, Saw never wanted to settle down and have a family. He was content fighting and dying with his brothers. After Keda though? He wants a home. A place she can grow and be happy. He wants to learn how to cook and take care of her the way she deserves. He wants to be the father she deserves since he’s all that she has. 

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In-person, getting straight to the point. He doesn’t see the point in dragging it out. 

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

During the war, Saw had no intentions of ever settling down with anyone, sticking mostly to one-night stands and brushing off anyone that wanted more from him. However, if he finds someone he can connect with and feel comfortable around, he would be open to commitment...but in his own way. Saw isn't against the idea of getting married but he's not going to press the issue. However, Saw would need to see that his partner is committed to him and later on, Keda, before he even considers the idea of marriage.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally gentle? Ha. Sawbones is not emotionally gentle in the slightest. He can be if he wants to, but he chooses not to be. It’s easier that way. Now, physically? Saw has a habit of showing his ability to be gentle through touch but it's not often and not with just anyone. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He isn't a hugger but if he does hug someone (it's mainly his brothers so he puts up with it for them), it’s usually a little too harsh and they have to initiate it.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s not that he doesn’t feel love but he doesn’t like to broadcast it. He would go without saying it and just show his love but he knows not everyone is like that. Saw wouldn't be the one to say it first and he usually wouldn't just say it out of nowhere...but he'd bring his partner their favorite food or a small gift instead. The only exception to this is after he’s captured by the Empire and finally makes it back to Keda, he doesn’t stop reminding her that he loves her. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If he’s genuinely jealous…run. Far and fast. 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kissing Saw can be slow and lazy, gentle and sweet, or rough and sloppy. He’s a man of many faces in that sense. Saw likes to kiss his partner on the temple or kiss their hair/head but he prefers to be kissed on the cheek. 

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

Before Keda, he was not a fan of children. He preferred to keep his distance unless absolutely necessary but his tiny little togruta daughter made him a little soft on kids. 

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Sawbones fucking hates mornings. If anyone bothers him before he has caf, he’ll be committing murder for breakfast. The only time Wolffe ever saw him up early without a scowl is when he caught Keda in his bunk, lightly squeezing his cheeks and playing with his beard. 

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are probably his favorite and he has a tendency to watch the stars. After taking in Keda, they start to spend their evenings sitting under the stars if possible, naming constellations that he memorized earlier that day. He'll also stay up reading most nights but he'll sit in bed with his partner if they don't mind the light.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not very open in general. It takes a long time to get specific details out of him about his past, mainly because he doesn’t want to relive the pain. Although, if you push his buttons the wrong way, he will go into heavy detail about the worst parts of himself. He will tell you every awful thing that he's done in an attempt to make you turn tail and run but if you listen closely, while he's giving in-depth details about himself, it's very detached. Saw can talk about the horrors he's experienced but he will almost never tell you how those things made him feel.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Patience is not one of his virtues. He has very minimal patience for stupid people or someone wasting his time. And you will, without a doubt, know that his patience is wearing thin. When it comes to getting angry, Saw is pretty quick to anger but it's mostly cold and short-lived; he's gotten very good at restraining himself. Very few people have seen the true caustic rage he's capable of and it's better that way.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Saw comes off as cold and uncaring but he probably has the best memory in the entire Wolfpack. He remembers little details about each of his brothers, things they didn’t even realize they gave away. 

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Some of his favorite moments in a relationship are the quiet, tender moment. It may seem off for someone like Saw, seeing that he's usually constantly simmering below the surface but that's exactly why those are his favorite memories. Early mornings when he wakes before his partner and can just admire their peaceful state sticks with him more than anything else. 

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Sawbones is dangerously protective. Whether it be his closest brothers, General Koon, or eventually Keda, no one is safe if they're threatened. He will burn the galaxy down with his rage. 

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

At first, he doesn’t put much effort in, mainly because he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Saw knows he's unpleasant on a good day and downright awful on bad ones. If he actually finds someone he'd consider committing to, he wouldn't expect the same in return but as his partner shows him that no matter what, they want him, then he’ll go out of his way more. 

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has no filter and makes no effort to change that. He can be outright nasty to people and he genuinely doesn't care. 

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn’t care about his appearance. If he does find a partner, he won’t say he wouldn't enjoy the attention or that he wouldn't be a little smug about it but overall he doesn’t give it much thought. 

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No. Sawbones isn’t looking for someone to complete him and he doesn’t want someone to be that reliant on him. He's a clone, and (in his head) a damaged one; he's meant to be expendable and doesn't want to be that important to someone. He'll only let them down in the end.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He eventually comes to realize he really likes his hair being played with, solely because of Keda’s fascination with hair. 

Also, Saw doesn't drink. He stopped at the beginning of the war and some of the Wolfpack have theories as to why but no one actually knows why.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Talking too loud, chewing with your mouth open, the color white, music with obnoxious bass, sour candy, mornings, overly bubbly personalities, the heat… 

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Saw sleeps on his back with his mouth open but always ends up on his stomach in the morning.

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