He looked entirely different from the memories she had of him - he was a grown man now, but his eyes, those piercing blue pools that were focused solely on her, she’d know them anywhere.
This was a joke, a sick, twisted joke, it had to be. Her Joseph, so kind and sweet, had become something worse than she could have ever imagined. Kidnapping, torture, brainwashing, murder. She felt sick. Dizzy.
“You were taken as a baby, ripped from your family and placed into foster care. How many families were you passed through, like used goods nobody wanted? How many promised to love and care for you, only to break that promise and return you when you cried too loud, begged for too much attention? You were only a child, an innocent, how many of those families took advantage of that?”
Each word hit Rook like a blow, but she refused to show any more weakness before him. “We are not the same.”
But that confident little smile didn’t waver. “We are more alike than you realise, Deputy.”
“Forgive my interruption, Rook, but you seem to be confused, I’m a property lawyer,” he said, as if he was speaking to a very dim child. “I don’t look after divorce suits or family law. If you’d like I have some colleagues that I can recommend who could help?”
Rook just shook her head. “There’s no mistake, I know exactly who you are and what you do, Mr Seed. My soon to be bastard ex-husband does the same thing.”
A single eyebrow rose and once again, Rook bit back a smirk. “Oh, is that so? And who might your soon to be bastard ex-husband be exactly?”
Since birth Jason Brody has had the name 'Vaas' branded on his wrist in simple black letters. He’s about to find out that the person he has waited his entire life to meet is a slaver, a junkie and a psychopath.
A soulmate AU in which everything happens differently because of a few letters on Vaas and Jason’s wrists, Jason's friends are forced to contribute, and finding your soulmate doesn't necessarily mean living happily ever after.
Now available in Russian at http://ficbook.net/readfic/3047677
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27 Feb 2021
Fandoms: Far Cry 3, Far Cry (Video Games)
03 Oct 2018
“No, not before I give you a history lesson. Mm? You ready for this?” He baited, “Listen to this now, imagine! Consider, if you will this monumental testament to irony! The bloody Japs, they find a special unit of uh, you know their trying to find lost treasure to feed their bloody empire. But they don’t realize that, this,” he motioned over to the building, barely containing his laughter. “They’re building the bloody thing right over the stuff that they’re fucking looking for! Now come on then, ask me ‘what are they looking for, Buck?’”
“No.” Jason seethed, looking at him with disgust – rejecting Buck with every movement he made. Buck’s eyes lit up in interest for just a moment before he masked it – he liked that petulant defiance that Jason wore so well more than he would ever admit.
“I should cane you for that.” He told Jason with a calm, nearly friendly tone making it seem like it was just an empty threat that he was giving. “I really should, but you know what, I won’t.” A secret smile stretch across his face, “No, I’ll cane Keith instead.” he promised, happy to have a reason to punish his toy for the sins of someone else.
- Part 3 of Kinktober 2018
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24 Feb 2021