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yo @nilziio it is i, your far cry 5 birthday bash gifter!!! i wrote a grace/jess soulmate au for you (the standard “the first thing your soulmate says to you directly is tattooed somewhere on your body in their handwriting” variety bc i’m a slut for it). hope you like it, and @edensgay ur the loml thanks for setting this up!

Jess never talked much around Grace. Not that she said much in general, save for tactical updates and the occasional boast about her bloodlust. But it was obvious when the Deputy took her and the sharpshooter out in the field together - everyone thought they’d have a lot to discuss, and lord knew Grace made the effort to strike up some small talk. Jess just didn’t bite, and that would have to be that until the dust settled and her worldview wasn’t clouded red.

Or, better yet, Jess would never have to talk to her directly - ever - and things wouldn’t have to change for the worse. The Hey there, I’m Grace - you’re pretty good with that bow under her ribcage in the older woman’s just-barely-legible scrawl wouldn’t have to lead to anything. She could focus on killing, and not obsess over Grace’s every breath and movement like she imagined soulmates did. They were teammates, and they were gonna stay that way.

But Peggies had to fucking ruin everything, didn’t they?

It was their job to see everything the others couldn’t, especially in a firefight. Naturally, Jess was the only one who saw the bearded fuck with a bat sneaking up on Grace across the way, too focused on picking off shouting peggies below while the Deputy ran through and liberated prisoners. She could put an arrow between his eyes easily, but there was no time to line up her shot. She hesitated - briefly - before her fear of losing Grace for certain overtook the fear of potentially losing her to stupid feelings.

“Shit, Grace, there’s a peggie fuck behind you!” She didn’t even have to shout anything else before the sniper whipped around and slammed the butt of her rifle into the man’s jaw, and took advantage of his brief disorientation to whip out her pistol and shoot him point blank.

Grace really was her soulmate - no other person could make her want to use a gun.

There was no time to discuss this revelation in the chaos that followed - obviously. It was better that way - Grace found Jess sitting alone on a hill under the cover of night, when words seemed to come to both of them a little easier. Grace didn’t say anything at first, just came up beside her and stood there, both of them staring off into the trees. Jess fleetingly thought comfortable silence could be enough.

“So,” Grace started (dammit). There was a slight quirk to her lips as she started to unwrap the flag from her neck, and even with her skin in shadow, Jess could make out her chicken scratch handwriting winding around it like the world’s worst tattoo choker. “You certainly made for an interestin’ mystery.”

“Oh.” Jess diverted her gaze to her knees, digging her fists further into the pockets of her hoodie. “Sorry. Must’ve been awkward for a kid.”

“My mom didn’t like it, that’s for sure. She had me wear a scarf or long-necked shirts all the time - wasn’t great in the summer, but I got used to it.” Jess gave her the barest hint of a smile as she began to rub at her arm. Finding one’s soulmate was branded as a life-changing event, something beautiful and profound, and all she could manage was stilted small talk. Funny how a few minutes before, she thought things could be approaching perfect - fuck, was this what love felt like all the time? Was it love?

“I guess this whole thing is why you were avoidin’ me.” Grace knew damn well the burden of the conversation was on her, and she was stepping up, like she always did. Jess’s first instinct was to defend herself, but there was no point - it was the truth, plain as day.

“You know me.” She drew her knees even closer to her chest. “I’m not good at dealin’ with stuff like that.”

“You’re not the only one.” Grace sighed, taking a knee so they could be eye-level. “This… I’m not-- goddammit.” Jess blinked; Grace never tripped up on her words. She never said anything before she had fully formulated it in her mind, never wasted time on words she didn’t mean, or didn’t know how to say. They were both in uncharted territory - it didn’t make Jess feel leagues better, but it certainly helped a bit. “You know I’d never force you into anything you didn’t want. Fuck, I don’t even know what I want.”

“Yeah.” Jess scratched at her bottom lip with her thumb, letting out a sigh of her own. “...Yeah.”

“You wanna tell me what you’re thinking?”

Jess had to snort at that - because she did. “Shit’s crazy. It’s hard enough losin’ people on our side. You know… friends and shit.” She spit out the word like something sour; Grace’s answering chuckle spurred her on. “I’ve felt enough pain from losin’ my family like that, Grace. I don’t wanna know what--” She stopped herself, not only because she was baring her soul in a way she wasn’t used to. There was no turning off these feelings, and she’d had them for months ever since Grace spoke to her for the first time. Whether or not they did something about this soulmate business, the feelings would always be there, and would die with her. “I… maybe it’s not all about that. It’s a big fuckin’ reason, but-- shit, I hate this.”

“Nah, I think I get you.” Grace tilted her head to the side, watching Jess steadily. “Vulnerability. It’s a bitch.” Jess scoffed in affirmation - leave it up to her to be able to put it so plainly. They lapsed into silence again, though now the air hung heavy - though whether it was due to all that was said, or unsaid, Jess certainly didn’t fucking know.

“I’m not stupid enough to intentionally put myself in danger.” Grace spoke up again after a few minutes, smirking over at her. “But with these words, I was tempted a few times over the years.”

“Didn’t know you put that much stock into soulmates.”

She shrugged - though Jess could swear her cheeks flushed a bit. “Sometimes. I don’t know if you’re religious at all, but we’re taught that God himself has a hand in pickin’ em. They’re made for you - and once you find them you’ll be whole.” She sighed, taking off her cap and setting it down behind her. “Not that I felt I wasn’t whole without them - you - but it was a comforting thought during the rougher days of my deployment. Made me feel like I had another reason to make it back, aside from my pops and just wanting to see Hope County again.”

Jess just nodded, staring off into space. She was born with the name of her soulmate right there on her arm, not to mention her future life’s dedication. Thinking of herself back then, full of hope and anticipation, dreaming of the Grace who’d pay her the most important compliment of her entire life… it was like watching someone else’s home movies. Her soulmate wasn’t a comfort to her when everything went to shit - how could she rely on someone who was otherwise nebulous, regardless if they were unknowingly right under her nose? Depending on someone like that only spelled danger, and Jess thought she knew better.

It was odd, now, to be thinking of all that again with Grace right next to her. There was no one better to rely on, all things considered, but she had already been doing so enough. As teammates, Jess only needed her as much as everyone else did, if at all. Did she want it to mean more?

Shit, overthinking was so unlike her. So was talking this out - maybe they could once this was all over, when no one was left to aim and fire at, when all there was to do when they weren’t rebuilding was to talk and try at something. Right now, the only thing Jess had the balls to do was shift ever so closer to Grace, take her hand out of her pocket, and set it on the grass between them in silent invitation.

Grace didn’t take long to notice. “You sure?”

Jess rolled her eyes. “Just… come on.”

Grace watched her for a moment before brushing her fingers over Jess’s, gripping them loosely. “I’m glad it’s you, y’know. I don’t want you doubtin’ that.”

Honestly, Jess’s thoughts weren’t far off from going down that dark ‘oh fuck, she didn’t even want it to be someone like me, she deserves someone not so fucked up’ road before she said that. “I’m glad it’s you, too.” Jess was struck by Grace’s answering smile, never having seen a warmer one on her face. She wouldn’t mind getting to see that smile again.

“You know I’m here for you.” God, Jess nearly laughed - did all soulmates think about the same thing within minutes of each other, or just them? “Not that I wasn’t before--”

“No, I know. That’s just who you are.” There was that smile again. Maybe, just maybe, Jess could make a habit out of getting to show up more. The fact that she even wanted to was proof as to how crazy feelings were.

“And you’re there for me, huh?” Grace chuckled, squeezing her hand. “Maybe that’s all we need this to be.”

Now that the words are out there, Jess figured it’d be ideal. They could go on as “normal”, even when everything changed. They wouldn’t be distracted from fighting the good fight, they wouldn’t get shit from the others, and a relationship couldn’t be used against them. But the weight of Grace’s hand around hers was a comforting one - comfort she’d forgotten. She couldn’t forget about her smile, either.

“Maybe.” Jess couldn’t stop staring at her, eyes tracing over every inch of Grace’s worn but beautiful face - she wouldn’t even chastise herself for thinking that. Grace stared back at her, brow knit in concern, but reached out anyway to smooth some of Jess’s wild hair from out of her eyes, palm caressing her cheek as she did so. That touch alone set her nerves abuzz - she didn’t know if she could handle anymore affection ever. Grace sensed her discomfort and immediately pulled her hand away - but relaxed a bit at the small-but-still-obvious look of disappointment that Jess’s expression twisted into.

“We don’t have to decide anything now - don’t even have to talk about it now. We can just keep sittin’ next to each other ‘til we’re needed.” She watched Jess carefully for any sign of protest, then turned back to the sky, pulling her hand away until the tips of their fingers were just barely touching. Jess could feel the release of tension in the air around them, but she still found herself frozen for a few seconds. She was right - this didn’t have to be an immediate conversation, because she trusted Grace enough to keep both of them alive until they were in a better situation. Finding their “better half” didn’t magically fix the issues of two women damaged by violence and loss.

So Jess turned to face the sky with her, something approaching content at the thought that she might be looking forward to a future when all this was over.

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