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saibh29 · 7 years

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My Savior

Pairing: Vane / Reader

Warnings: Slavery, violence, death, swearing

Request: Taking requests for Vane? Sign me up! ❤❤ this is partially inspired by yours (and a scene from a Narnia movie...) reader is a Virgin that was captured and is being sold at an auction. Vane for whatever reason bids and wins (or watches then kills the winner...) either way...

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You’d lost track of the days since it had happened. You hadn’t even realised that slavers still existed in the islands. They obviously did though because you had a large metal circlet locked around your neck and equally heavy manacles on your wrists and legs. The manacles were starting to rub the skin raw underneath them and your back was still smarting from the lashing you’d received a few days past.

The only other girl from your village to have survived this long had been starving, she wouldn’t last much longer and you’d tried to give her the only mouldy crust of bread they’d given you. Of course sharing wasn’t allowed. Especially not when it was in their eyes wasted on a slave who was already dead.

You’d been dragged from the cramped brig and tied to the mast post above, they’d given you 10 lashes for the crime of trying to help another human being, and your act of kindness. Well it had achieved nothing but pain and an empty stomach for you and the girl had died anyhow only the next day.

The ship had stopped at first light this morning and you’d heard the sailors shouting and laughing as they’d thrown the anchor down. They had been back and forth all morning, although it was hard to count the passage of hours down at the bottom of the ship it was still possible through a crack in the hull. A crack that let you see outside at the expensive of regularly being soaked through with sea water.

“Get the trash up and out of my ship”

The voice of the captain made you shudder as the sailors came tumbling down the stairs to the brig, they already reeked of rum and most were half way to being drunk.

You and the others in the hold were hauled to your feet and out into the sun. You hadn’t seen daylight for such a long time that the light was hurting your eyes.

The other men from your village who had been in the brig with you were surrounding you trying to keep you from most of the sailors leering gazes and harsh words. Not that it was helping all that much, the men were as weak as you were and all of you could barely stand upright on your own.

The group of you were herded to a boat and rode across to land, you managed to blank out most of the rest of the trip to used to the manhandling of the sailors.

You found yourself stood in the centre of a large town, stood on a platform with the men and women of the town below staring up at you. There was nothing you could do to detract from there stares as they raked eyes up and down your basically naked body.

The captain of the ship appeared and grabbed the chain to the manacle around your neck dragging you forwards to the front of the stage.

It took you a moment to keep up with their long words and quick accents and figure out what was actually happening.

They were trying to sell you. A man stood away from the group of slaves was reading off a checklist of your statistics, height, weight, hair and eyes colour. You honestly didn’t know what to do, stuck in place listening to them talk about you like you weren’t even there.

People were shouting again raising their hands and screaming out numbers. They were bidding on you. Your stomach was churning as you watched until finally no one was shouting anymore, no more bids.

A giant of a man was coming towards you. He was smiling evilly eyes roaming over your body in a way that promised you weren’t going to like what he was going to do to you.

“Me and you girly we’re going to have a lot of fun together”

There were tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes as the captain of the ship handed over you chain to this man, he yanked pulling you forwards down the steps of the stage and through the crowds out into the town.

You’d barely got away from the crowd when he switched his grip on the chain to your body pulling you close to him as he pressed his lower body into your own.

“Lots and lots of fun”

Fully crying now you reacted on instinct pushing desperately and punching with your hands as much as you could. You must have landed one punch though because he swore loudly.

“You fucking bitch”

He punched you sending you down to the floor. He was moving towards you one more when suddenly he stopped eyes going wide in shock as he looked down at his chest. Sticking out of there was a sword. He gasped and fell forwards, dead on the floor.

The man he had revealed behind him didn’t make you feel any safer as he stared down at you a glint in his eyes that you had never seen before.

He took a step towards you and you couldn’t help but flinch. The man stopped instantly.

“It’s alright darling, I ain’t going to hurt you” he held his hands up as he crouched down in front of you. “You ain’t got nothing to fear from me. What’s your name sweetheart?”

You watched him carefully, he was making you feel safe. You didn’t know why because he certainly didn’t look safe but there was something in the way he spoke.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N”

“Y/N” he reached out and carefully turned your face up to the light so he could look at the split lip the man from before had just given you. His eyes then going to the chains around your wrists, ankles and neck. “Come with me Y/N. Let’s get them off”

He held his hand out getting back to his feet and almost like it was a compulsion you placed your hand in his allowing him to help you back up to your feet.

He led you through the streets to a large building near the edge of town. Inside it was warm and a man was sat at a table smoking and swearing as a woman opposite him said something quietly.

“Fuck off you two” your rescuer growled at them.

They turned instantly eyes raking up and down you, they weren’t judging though you could see no pity and disgust in either of their eyes.

“Captain” the man said nodding and dragging the woman out of the door.

“Captain?” you whispered.

He grunted “Vane, Charles Vane. Sit there love” he pointed at the chair the woman had recently vacated. You did as he said not wanting to upset him while Vane grabbed some things from a cupboard over at the side of the room.

He came back over to you gently rotating the manacle around your neck, he was being careful but your skin was so damaged underneath that even the smallest movement was making you cringe.

“Fuck” he swore harshly “alright pet, stay still I’m gonna get this off”

“Alright”

He took a tool out of the pile of things he’d brought with him and you quickly closed your eyes not wanting to watch what he was going to do. You felt pressure on the manacle a sharp bite of pain and then suddenly you were free. The weight had gone and your skin was finally unshackled from the irons.

Vane did the same thing to the manacles around your wrists and ankles then sat back on his haunches staring at your face.

“They sure did a fucking number on you”

You were staring at the marks on your wrists. “Why are you helping me?” you asked softly, almost scared of the answer he was going to give you. “I don’t have any money to pay your, or anything of any value”

“I don’t want anything pet” he insisted. “I know what it’s like to be a captive not of your own making, to have your free will taken away”

“You were a slave?” it seemed unthinkable that anyone would be able to capture the strong man in front of you but he was nodding at your question.

“I was, a life time ago now”

“What happens now?” you asked him as you finally looked back up into his bright blue eyes. “My home is gone, my family are dead and everything I knew has been destroyed”

“One day at a time sweetheart” he said. “One step at a time. There’s a bath upstairs we’ll fill it and you can get clean. Then we’ll talk about what happens after that”

He got back to his feet obviously ready to go and get the water for the bath he’d just promised you. Unthinking you reached out and grabbed his hand. He stopped frozen looking down at you.

“Thank you” you whispered. “Just… thank you”

He grunted obviously uncomfortable with your thanks. He simply went outside to get water.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened to you. You hadn’t believed you had still gotten any luck left due to you, but apparently you had because Captain Charles Vane had obviously been sent to save you and that was a piece of luck you’d never have thought yourself worthy of.

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