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“So you came to Kyrat to scatter your mother’s ashes…”
“Yeah.”
“But you ran into Pagan’s forces, and then the big man himself…”
“Mhm.”
“And so you fled and met up with the Golden Path, mainly Sabal and Amita…”
“Yes.”
“And then you ran into Reggie and Yogi and ended up butt-naked in an arena where you had to fight for your life…”
“Unfortunately.”
“And now you, the Ajay Ghale, want my help so that you can get closer to defeating Pagan and scattering your mother’s ashes in Lakshmana…”
“That’s...basically everything in a nutshell, I suppose.”
Ajay raked a gloved hand through his disheveled ebony hair, sighing heavily. Leaning his elbows further on the scratched wooden table between the two of you, his weary eyes looked up into your own in a silent plea. He needed your help, he needed someone that held even a fraction of sanity left.
“I heard that you were...reliable,” he attempted to stoke the conversation.
“Oh? And who did you hear that from? Sabal?” you chuckled the man’s name. However, seeing Ajay’s look of seriousness told you that indeed, he had heard it from Sabal. Your laughing ceased as you shook your head with a heavy exhale of breath.
“Leave it to Sabal to send the only person capable of taking care of himself to me for help,” you grumbled, standing up from the wooden, creaking chair you previously sat in. Stomping about the dusty, dimly lit room of your homemade shack, you crossed your arms and proceeded to huff angrily. Occasionally, you would look back to make sure Ajay was still in the room. You had a slight expectation of him running, but you had to remind yourself that this was Mohan’s son before you.
It would take more than some angry words to scare him off.
“So, will you?”
Stopping, you turned your body to the man completely, adjusting your weight on one foot while you scanned his upper half that was above the square table. Aside from being strikingly attractive, he looked perfectly capable to handling these situations himself, yet he looked utterly lost. You couldn’t blame him, though. The only time he was in Kyrat prior to now was during his birth. That was it.
And it wasn’t just physically lost, there was something more to it. Perhaps the stress of helping the Golden Path when his real objective was to scatter his deceased mother’s ashes. Or Sabal and Amita were making him pick a side; they did have a nasty habit of making that happen. Or perhaps it was something more? Loneliness?
“I’ll accept your offer.” Ajay visibly sank to the table with relief. “On one condition.”
His chocolate brown eyes suddenly looked up into your eyes, a slightly hesitant look in them as he straightened his back once again.
“Which would be?”
“When everything’s done, I’ll need you to take me to the Royal Palace. I have reason to believe Pagan Min...actually, let’s worry about that later. Just...Can you take me with you to the Royal Palace when the time comes?” you asked, placing your hands on the table to study Ajay’s expression. The man stood from the chair with a sort of grin on his lips that moved his few whiskers of a mustache, his chocolate orbs glimmering with a newfound hope. You were never familiar with his mother, but you’d heard rumors of him having identical eyes to her. She must have been stunningly beautiful, inside and out.
“As long as you can get me there.”
“Perfect. Now, what is it that you need first, chosen one?”
Ajay gave a hearty chuckle, letting his hands rest on the dusty table, his head facing down. Looking back up, his eyes seemed to never stop gleaming.
“Well, I got a call from a man in a studio. He wants me to see him immediately. We can start there.”
“Yeah.”
“But you ran into Pagan’s forces, and then the big man himself…”
“Mhm.”
“And so you fled and met up with the Golden Path, mainly Sabal and Amita…”
“Yes.”
“And then you ran into Reggie and Yogi and ended up butt-naked in an arena where you had to fight for your life…”
“Unfortunately.”
“And now you, the Ajay Ghale, want my help so that you can get closer to defeating Pagan and scattering your mother’s ashes in Lakshmana…”
“That’s...basically everything in a nutshell, I suppose.”
Ajay raked a gloved hand through his disheveled ebony hair, sighing heavily. Leaning his elbows further on the scratched wooden table between the two of you, his weary eyes looked up into your own in a silent plea. He needed your help, he needed someone that held even a fraction of sanity left.
“I heard that you were...reliable,” he attempted to stoke the conversation.
“Oh? And who did you hear that from? Sabal?” you chuckled the man’s name. However, seeing Ajay’s look of seriousness told you that indeed, he had heard it from Sabal. Your laughing ceased as you shook your head with a heavy exhale of breath.
“Leave it to Sabal to send the only person capable of taking care of himself to me for help,” you grumbled, standing up from the wooden, creaking chair you previously sat in. Stomping about the dusty, dimly lit room of your homemade shack, you crossed your arms and proceeded to huff angrily. Occasionally, you would look back to make sure Ajay was still in the room. You had a slight expectation of him running, but you had to remind yourself that this was Mohan’s son before you.
It would take more than some angry words to scare him off.
“So, will you?”
Stopping, you turned your body to the man completely, adjusting your weight on one foot while you scanned his upper half that was above the square table. Aside from being strikingly attractive, he looked perfectly capable to handling these situations himself, yet he looked utterly lost. You couldn’t blame him, though. The only time he was in Kyrat prior to now was during his birth. That was it.
And it wasn’t just physically lost, there was something more to it. Perhaps the stress of helping the Golden Path when his real objective was to scatter his deceased mother’s ashes. Or Sabal and Amita were making him pick a side; they did have a nasty habit of making that happen. Or perhaps it was something more? Loneliness?
“I’ll accept your offer.” Ajay visibly sank to the table with relief. “On one condition.”
His chocolate brown eyes suddenly looked up into your eyes, a slightly hesitant look in them as he straightened his back once again.
“Which would be?”
“When everything’s done, I’ll need you to take me to the Royal Palace. I have reason to believe Pagan Min...actually, let’s worry about that later. Just...Can you take me with you to the Royal Palace when the time comes?” you asked, placing your hands on the table to study Ajay’s expression. The man stood from the chair with a sort of grin on his lips that moved his few whiskers of a mustache, his chocolate orbs glimmering with a newfound hope. You were never familiar with his mother, but you’d heard rumors of him having identical eyes to her. She must have been stunningly beautiful, inside and out.
“As long as you can get me there.”
“Perfect. Now, what is it that you need first, chosen one?”
Ajay gave a hearty chuckle, letting his hands rest on the dusty table, his head facing down. Looking back up, his eyes seemed to never stop gleaming.
“Well, I got a call from a man in a studio. He wants me to see him immediately. We can start there.”
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Side pairings: Sabal X Reader, Pagan X Reader
So, I got into Far Cry 4, and I haven't seen many reader inserts for it. Like at all xD (I might make a group for them as well, we'll see). SO! I'm going to try my hand at doing a little story ^^ This was originally supposed to be a oneshot, but that didn't happen. xD We'll see how far this goes ^^
I love hearing your feedback!!
Side pairings: Sabal X Reader, Pagan X Reader
So, I got into Far Cry 4, and I haven't seen many reader inserts for it. Like at all xD (I might make a group for them as well, we'll see). SO! I'm going to try my hand at doing a little story ^^ This was originally supposed to be a oneshot, but that didn't happen. xD We'll see how far this goes ^^
I love hearing your feedback!!
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More? I saw the same fan fiction on another site that said it had some Sabal and pagan in it too? Will that happen? If you continue?