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Nodus Tollens Chapter 5

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

OK, I know I posted that this might be delayed, but after work yesterday, I got in THE ZONE and wrote like a mad woman haha

Warnings: General game canon violence, mental anguish, kidnapping, language, rough unprotected sex (yes we got smut this time around)

Also this is a long chapter, I may have gotten a little carried away hahaha

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“I don’t care what Faith has to say, James.” John’s voice was pitched low as he spoke to his most trusted Chosen follower, as he kept his baby blue eyes trained on Rhi’s unconscious form. “I can handle Rhi myself, she is my responsibility.” John’s voice was almost an octave deeper, possessive undertones in his confession. Rhi then groaned, her body stirring upon hearing her own name. John waved James away with a dismissive flick of his wrist, and he walked over to Rhi, kneeling down, hovering as he straddled her chest. His hand brushed some of her hair that fell from the ponytail out of her face, tracing his fingers along the bandage near her hairline from the blow she received. John had punished that particular member, having told them not to harm Rhi in any way. James had tried to stop them, but it had happened so fast there was nothing he could have done.

Rhi’s eyes moved behind the lids, her face twisting in pain as the throbbing that had been minor before was now searing hot around her temple. She tried to reach up, but found she couldn’t move her arms, and her hazel eyes flew open in panic to meet John’s blue ones. His smile was big, and almost seemed sincere, Rhi was about to scream, but John’s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound.

“Not that anyone could hear you around here that would matter, my dear, but please do not do that.” John pointed out, the smile still in place, as Rhi’s eyes darted around trying to figure out exactly where ‘here’ was. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife, using it to cut the bindings on her wrists. Rhi took this freedom to quickly reach up, balling her hand into a fast and punched John hard on his cheek. The blow staggered him, Rhi bucked herself up, he toppled over while cursing loudly, cupping his cheek and glaring at her. Rhi already had her feet free by the time he got to his own feet, and John grabbed her by the elbow and hauled her to her feet. Rhi twisted, almost looking like a feral animal.

“Let me go, you fuckin’ asshole!” Rhi shouted, yanking against his hold, growling at the fact that she couldn’t break free, the rage in her eyes palpable, and an image of her angry Step-Father flashed in her vision, causing her to yank again, wanting to be out of his hard grasp. John pulled her closer, dipping his head down to get close to her face.

“Not until you answer some questions.” John informed her, his voice velvety smooth, and Rhi scoffed.

“Fuck you, I don’t have to answer anything.” She hissed acidly, no fear showing in her eyes as she challenged him. “If either of us do, it’s you.”

“What do I have to answer, you know all my secrets, deputy.” John kept putting extra emphasis on her title like he was bothered she would come back here in some sort of authoritative role, like somehow her becoming a cop was an affront to him and his purpose. Rhi worked up a mouthful of saliva and spit it into John’s face, causing him to finally release her to wipe it away, his patience obviously wearing thin with the smaller woman. “You bitch.” John barked out, cupping her under her arms and slammed her against the nearest wall, his nostrils flared, his eyes hard as steel, his body weight pinning her in place. Rhi was shocked into silence for several beats, not having foreseen John manhandling her in such a way, just blinking at him, a stirring in her core surprising her just as much. “Don’t you ever spit in my face again!” Rhi’s eyes searched John’s for a moment, before she took a deep calming breath.

“I’m leaving now. Put me down.” She demanded, face expressionless, her feet dangled several inches from the ground.

“I invite you into my home and this is how you react?” Rhi’s face cracked at John's question as she let out a bitter laugh.

“Invite?” She asked on a scoff. “You had me fuckin’ tied up, I was kidnapped to your home.” As her words sank in, John slowly lowered her to the ground, removing his hands and Rhi straightened her shirt in a huff.

“I’m the same person I was two years ago, why can’t you just care for me again?” John asked, as Rhi pushed passed him towards the door she hoped lead from the room and just wasn’t a closet so she wouldn’t look stupid as she tried to storm off.

“The funny thing is,” she said, her hand on the knob, and she turned to face him once more. “If you had just been honest from the start, I would have never stopped.” With the confession in the air, Rhi opened the door and vanished from his sight, leaving John in his own thoughts.

Rhi stomped down the stairs into the living room, her steps halting as she took in the space, she had never been to John’s house before, and now she could understand why. Cult memorabilia was everywhere, Rhi rubbed her forehead in exasperation, feeling like the betrayal she harbors will never die down. How could she have been so blinded by everything? Why hadn’t she found it suspicious that he wouldn’t invite her to his home? Always wanting to meet in secret, the lying was a blaring bullhorn that Rhi had been deafened to. At the very least, she should have thought he was actually married, but that hadn’t even crossed her mind.

While she was standing at the bottom of the stairs, John had emerged from the room, and was watching Rhi as she was now massaging her temples, an almost sad look in his eyes, knowing he was the cause of what was bothering her.

“Why couldn’t you just be honest with me?” Rhi’s voice was almost inaudible, and at first John was unsure if the question was really for him, that is, until she turned on her heel and glared up at him. Her hard stare barely concealed the hurt that was boiling under the surface and John slowly descended the stairs to join her. “Why!” She seethed, not backing down as he stopped right in front of her.

“It’s complicated.” Was all he said, they sat in silence for several ticks of the clock before Rhi scoffed, rolling her eyes, and waving her hand in his face as she turned away from him. John grabbed her wrist and pulled her with only enough force to turn her back to him, and the action caused the same stirring in her as before. “Join us and it will all make sense.” Rhi’s eyes studied his for a moment, as she tried to make sense of what she was feeling, before she frowned deeply and pulled herself free of his grasp.

“How did Faith know about my family?” She deflected, she couldn’t believe he had asked her to join that cult after everything they’ve put her through since she showed up. Sure, she had arrested his brother, but she was only doing what she was instructed to do, kidnapping people is illegal. “Gushing about the little fucked up girl you’re pretending to care about?”

John’s expression couldn’t have changed faster if Rhi had actually slapped him. He went from calm to shocked to angry so quickly Rhi may have gotten whiplash from it, and a line appeared between her brows as she pursed her lips tightly at his expression. He was stewing in the fact she would say that he was pretending to care for her. He was trying to save her from the Collapse, why couldn’t she understand that? It was the ultimate show of caring. John brought his hands up to his face, massaging his own temples this time.

“I-” He sighed out in frustration, his cheeks growing more and more red, Rhi tilted her head at him, uncertain if he was going to explode or not. “Can’t believe. You...The Collapse is coming and I-” She had never witnessed John stumbling over his own words before and she took a single step towards him.

“The fuck are you babbling about, John?” Rhi spat out, not harshly, but enough to get him to look at her again.

“How can you think I don’t genuinely care for you?” He finally asked and Rhi placed a hand on her chest in shock, like she couldn’t believe he didn’t understand her own aversion to his little “group”.

“You want me to join a cult. One that, might I add, has been trying to murder me for a week now.” The hand at her chest moved to point in a general direction meant to represent The Project, before pointing at herself again, putting emphasis on her points. “You haven’t even asked if I am ok. And you sent some of your own people to attack me.” She let out a disbelieving breathy laugh, looking up at the ceiling. “But you’re right, it should be really really obvious that you care soooo much.” She dragged the word out in her sarcastic manner, before turning on her heel, and this time John didn’t grab for her, his own anger getting to be too much.

“Yeah, run like you always do when things get hard. Maybe if you’d stop running Deeter would still be here.” Rhi stopped in her tracks, the pain in her chest sharp and hot, the tears blurring her vision at John’s harsh words. The pain was urgent, almost feeling like she was having a heart attack, and maybe she was, if she were to die right here, John would remember those as the last words he said to her.

Rhi closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath, swallowing the emotions wanting to break free, before opening her eyes again, still shiny with unshed tears, flinging his front door open, and slamming it hard behind her.

Sharky was riding shotgun in Earl’s SUV with him at the wheel, Hurk Jr sitting in the middle of the backseat, his eyes shifting between the two in the front as their awkward tension was palpable. They were all three out looking for Rhi after Sharky didn’t find her at Joseph’s statue, where she had said she was. Sharky found Earl at the jail and Hurk came riding up not long after explaining that Addie had told him that Rhi was back in town.

Earl’s face was drawn, not happy Rhi had chosen Sharky Boshaw of all people to be her helping hand. After the way Sharky had spoken to her when she was still just a kid, he figured Rhi would have more sense than that. Earl cut his blue eyes quickly at Sharky, before shifting in his seat, the silence stretching.

“Ya should see the way Rhi fights, man, she’s real good.” Sharky said, being very complimentary towards Rhi, and all Earl did in reply is grunt, causing Hurk to clear his throat, feeling bad for Sharky who was trying his best to be polite to the sheriff.

“She took kickboxin’, broba fet. For several years, it was what her therapist had told her to do.” Hurk offered, trying to break the tension. He knew Earl didn’t care much for his cousin, but it seems Sharky was really happy to be helping Rhi out.

“Also, I just gotta say man, I’m so glad I found ya, Rhi was so worried about ya. Lookin’ high and low. Ya must really be proud of her and her finding her way in the world, right? She’s just so cool.” Sharky was almost babbling, and Earl’s frown deepened, feeling Sharky was getting a little too close to Rhi and he’s not sure he approves, and his hands tightened their grip on the wheel. Hurk leaned forward in his seat, draping both his arms on the backs of the front seats.

“Do y’all know how much polar bears weigh? ‘Cause I don’t...they’re real fuckin’ big though...I dunno how they don’t break the ice.” Hurk was trying his hardest to break the tension before some kind of argument started, Earl cast his eyes upwards momentarily, praying for the patience to not just wreck the car, when Sharky grabbed onto his arm, pointing wildly off to the right.

“Look! That’s Rhi runnin’ up the road ahead of us!” He exclaimed, and Earl squinted.

“How can you tell?” He asked, it was the most he had said on this car ride.

“I just can, man, pull over!” Earl quickly pulled over, and Sharky barely let the vehicle come to a stop before he was hopping out of the passenger side, running to catch up to Rhi. Earl watched as Sharky touched Rhi’s shoulder gently, as Rhi placed her hands on her hips, panting heavily, her face cast to the sky. She was crying as she was talking to him, Sharky reached up with his free hand and wiped some of the tears from her face, before she latched onto him, crying into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back soothingly.

Hurk watched as Earl’s body relaxed from annoyed to almost favorable as they observed how much the two obviously have grown to care for and trust each other.

“He ain’t really all that bad, man.” Hurk stated, clapping Earl on the shoulder, before sliding over to the door, and vacating the SUV as well. “Do my eyes fuckin’ deceive me? Is that Bitty Rhi all grown up?” Hurk shouted, causing Rhi to lift her face from Sharky’s chest, and a large grin spread across her face,

“Hurk?!” Rhi let Sharky go and ran towards Hurk, leaping into his open arms, and he swung her around as if she weighed nothing at all. "Unk?" Rhi's voice caught in her throat as she saw Earl getting out of the driver's side of the SUV. Hurk lowered her to the ground and she sprinted towards her uncle, wrapping her arms around him. "I was so worried about you."

"Hey kid, I'm ok, I was at the jail helping them defend it. Sharky found me and helped get the cult away from us." Rhi pulled back, smiling up at her uncle, before turning her smile back towards Sharky who had walked over to join them, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back almost protectively.

"Way to go Sharkster!" Rhi praised, playfully punching his chest with the back of her hand, her voice still unsteady from crying.

"C'mon, let's get ya back to aunt Addie's and get some food in ya." Sharky suggested, leading her back to the SUV, opening the back door for her to climb in, before jogging to the other side and joining her. Hurk gave Earl a toothy knowing smile before they both made their way back to the vehicle as well.

"Do you really think Sharky is the best fit for you? Helping you, I mean." Earl corrected himself awkwardly as he and Rhi set the table for dinner, and Rhi looked up at him, confused but then she chuckled at him, rolling her eyes.

"Unk...Sharky is a good man. I'm learning that as the days go by. He's helped me a lot." Earl sighed loudly, setting the last plate down as Rhi walked closer to him as she dispensed the forks by each plate, and she quickly glanced at where Sharky and Hurk were sitting on the couch in the living room. She caught Sharky looking at her and he quickly snapped his attention back to the tv and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Earl caught that look and followed her gaze, another sigh escaping him. Rhi clapped him on the shoulder. "Unk, you're like a dad to me, you know? Betcha can't wait for Sharky to be your son-in-law, huh?" Rhi teased him and Earl's face drained of color slightly, causing Rhi to howl with laughter, the sound causing Sharky to look at her again, having never heard her give a full laugh before. It was one of the most beautiful sounds he thinks he's ever heard.

"I gotta sit down." Earl mumbled, pulling a dining chair out, sitting down hard, and placing his face in one hand as he leaned on his elbow on the table, which caused Rhi to laugh even louder.

“Y’all are havin’ way too much fun in here.” Addie chuckled, before pinching Rhi on her elbow to get her attention, and then she ticked her chin, indicating that she wanted Rhi to follow her outside. Rhi sighed, knowing what Addie probably wanted to talk to her about, but followed her out the door, while flicking the bill of Sharky’s hat when she walked by, he laughed and playfully swatted at her back.

Rhi flopped onto one of the white plastic chairs around the firepit, clasping her hands in her lap, waiting for the questions, or lecture, she was about to receive.

“Kiddo, Sharky told me ya were really upset when they found ya, what’s goin’ on?” Addie asked, sitting down next to Rhi, studying her profile, watching her lip begin to quiver as she remembered what John had said to her.

“I guess...I’m really confused. Like...you remember two years ago when I was all up some guy's ass and was gone a lot?” Addie nodded once Rhi looked at her. “It was John.” Rhi gave Addie a hesitant, sheepish smile at her shocked expression, wringing her hands nervously, looking back to them. “Well-”

“No, wait wait wait, I'm gonna need you to explain more on that. Ya can’t just drop that bomb and walk away.” Addie interrupted Rhi, touching her forearm to get her to look at her again, and Rhi let out a breathy laugh, shrugging a shoulder.

“Not much to explain, it was just a little summer romance I guess. That’s the part where it gets confusing. He never told me he was in the cult, he never even acted like he would be in something like that. He was super charming and funny-”

“Charmin’? Funny? Are ya sure it’s the same John?” Addie teased, having had to deal with the cult way more than Rhi has seen, and Rhi shrugged again, looking out in the distance, frowning.

“Exactly, like this John is so different, he had me kidnapped, I woke up in his house.” Rhi leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, hands unclasped and dangling loosely between her legs. “But...even though I feel betrayed...he slammed and pinned me against the wall, and I felt...something. I dunno how to describe it.”

“Is that what had ya so upset, him handlin’ ya like that?” Rhi scoffed, shaking her head, reaching down and picking up a rock to toss away, not sure if she wanted to utter the harsh words John spoke, but decided Addie wouldn’t tell it to anyone else. She hadn’t even told Sharky what John said, just that he used something against her from her past. He didn’t know what happened to Deeter like Addie does.

“He, uh, he basically said that I always run away when things get hard and that if I didn’t do that Deeter might still be here.” Rhi gnawed on her chapped lips, afraid to look at Addie at first.

“That little mother fucker.” She hissed through clenched teeth. “What on God’s green Earth made him think sayin’ somethin’ like that would be ok?” Rhi shrugged again as Addie rubbed her forearm comfortingly.

“He got really upset after I said he only pretended to care about me before.” Addie tilted her head, taking that into consideration, letting a small smile tug at her lips.

“Ok, don’t take this the wrong way...but do ya think you two may just need to get something out of your system? Like an itch that needs to be scratched?” Addie suggested gently, as to not upset Rhi further, and Rhi responded with an indignant squeak.

“Do you really think I would let him scratch any itch I have after he said something like that about Deeter?” Addie held up a hand in a placating manner.

“Don’t ya usually say somethin’ hurtful back when someone has hurt your feelin’s?” Addie pointed out, and Rhi opened her mouth to retort something, but closed her mouth so quickly her teeth clicked. Addie was right, Rhi has always been that way, saying something hurtful back, petty, wanting someone else to hurt like she was. Had John really only said that to hurt her, not really meaning it? Could she really believe that about him, this new John was so weird; maybe she doesn't know him as well as she thought. The realization made her sigh heavily and rub her face.

“Ok, maybe you’re right...but how can I just waltz back up to him after that?” Addie shrugged.

“With an extra swish in them hips girl.” Rhi gave Addie a warning glare before they both burst into laughter.

Rhi drew in a deep, calming breath as she looked up at the massive house that is the Seed Ranch. She was here in the cover of night by herself, after having sneaked out once she thought everyone was asleep. She looked to her left and right before pulling out a piece of white cloth, like any cartoonish cliche you've seen, as she walked up the remainder of the driveway to the front door.

"There she is! She’s back!" One of the members of The Project shouted who was patrolling the ground and Rhi quickly raised her hands in hope the white cloth showed she was coming in peace.

"I want a parley with John!" Rhi explained, holding her ground, despite the several guns that were currently being trained on her, including a few red dots from distanced snipers. The group all exchanged looks with each other, before one gave a signal to the snipers, while another pulled a handgun, training it on her before motioning with it for her to proceed.

Rhi sighed loudly, flopping down on John's plush leather couch and she scoffed. Of course it's leather, she thought as she ran her hands over the cool supple material, and looked around at all the nice decorations of the living room this time around. She rolled her eyes as the man went to fetch John.

"Just like all those televangelists, huh, John?" She murmured to herself, thinking about how these "heralds" lived just like all those 'we are in this together' Christians. John seemed a little bit more in the lap of luxury than the others but she remembers he used to be a lawyer. That explains a lot.

"Ah, deputy, what a nice surprise." John's soft voice called as he descended the stairs, and Rhi frowned at the mocking way he said 'deputy' turning to follow his movements. "What brings you back? Have more hurtful things you wanna say?" Rhi turned back to face forward, rolling her eyes again, her forearms on her thighs, her hands clasped together.

“Nothing I said was as hurtful as what you did.” She pointed out, still not looking at him, but she heard him scoff. His baby blue eyes studied her profile as he walked around the couch, wringing her hands together again like she had done while talking with Addie, and he watched them.

"I've seen what you can do with those hands, Deputy." John stated, in an almost flirtatious manner, and she rolled her eyes, even though the last thing her hands had done to him was punch him.

"Rhi, you know my name is Rhi." She corrected him, annoyed by the way he kept saying deputy, standing at her full height and finally looking at him again. "You know you can call me that." Rhi took a calming breath and tried to be as seductive as she could, but heaven knows she didn't know how, as she walked closer to him, his eyes studying her closely as she approached, prepared for another attack, but John made note that her body language was reading as something less aggressive.

She felt she looked idiotic, she was never one for flirting, it just wasn't her style. With the way she was brought up, she had to learn about sex on her own, so she was very, when I want to you'll know kind of person. She gave him a small smile, his eyes still trained on her, as her fingers trailed lightly down his right forearm to his hand, taking it in her own, lifting it so she could get a better look at his tattoos.

John was uncharacteristically rigid, still unsure how to respond to her touching him, after what he had said to her. After seeing the look of betrayal, he finds it odd that she is here, voluntarily touching him so gently, her hazel eyes so curious as she studied his ink.

"You’ve gotten so many new tattoos since the last time I saw you two years ago. Goat?" Rhi asked softly, her other hand coming to trace along the lines of the said animal. "Lust?" She pointed out, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet his blue ones in a brief moment, to find he was studying her as intently as she was him. Maybe Addie was onto something here. Her fingers nimbly moved up to the peacock feather. "Pride." She looked up to him again, he didn't fight her as she moved to his left arm, studying those tattoos, finding the snake wrapped around his wrist. "Envy?" What could he possibly envy of others? She wondered to herself as she absently looked around the vast living room.

Rhi then hesitantly reached out to his chest, tracing her fingers along the crossed out word 'sloth' which she had made note of on his arm as well, however this time John grabbed her wrist, halting her movements, causing her to gasp

"What are your intentions here tonight, Rhi?" John bent at his waist slightly, his face dangerously close to hers, and a small smirk played on her lips.

"We both know there's something between us more than you wanting me to atone and join your little Project." She whispered to him, and she watched as his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared slightly. Addie really knows her shit, Rhi noted, suddenly feeling an ego boost, unsure why, because really it should have repulsed her. He lied to her, betrayed her, tricked her. Sure he's handsome, but he's crazy, she should abort this mission and run for the hills.

John looked over at the Project member who had been watching this entire sordid exchange, he was the one repulsed, this poor follower. The disdain and confusion heavy on his features, John then ticked his chin towards the door.

"Leave us. And don't breathe a word of this." The man's eyes widened, and he took a step forward, obviously about to protest, Rhi couldn't be for sure, but Hurk had told her at dinner about him about to join the cult but the cult had a no fornicating rule, however for some reason she felt the Heralds didn't abide by that teaching. In her life, she's noticed the leaders of anything hardly followed their own rules.

"B-but-"

"LEAVE!" John growled menacingly, causing both Rhi and the man to flinch at the sudden loud noise. The follower looked between John and Rhi once more before quickly fleeing.

As soon as the door closed, John corralled Rhi backwards until her back was against the rough uneven stones of the fireplace. John's hands cupped her face in a frenzy, his lips on hers instantly.

Rhi squealed in surprise at the quick development of this situation, her hands grasping onto his forearms in an attempt to ground her, and soon her eyes closed and she let her lips move with his.

John tasted and smelled much differently than she'd imagined him, the minty scent quickly permeated both her senses of taste and smell. Of course he would wear mint, if the stories of him are true, mint would kill his sense of smell as he tortures innocent people. She's letting a psycho who tortures people to get them to confess sins to him kiss her.

John's hands then moved down to her purple flannel shirt, gripping the fabric, he ripped her shirt open in one quick flick of his wrists, the buttons flying and clattering in different areas of the room, his mouth was still moving frantically against hers, grunts of need escaping him as his hands smoothed over her chest.

Rhi gasped, it had been a while since a man touched her like this, his warm hands cupped her clothed breasts, causing her to arch her back, thrusting her chest to him more.

He growled at the motion, moving his leg in between her own, bending down to suck on her clothed nipples, showing both plenty of attention, wetting the fabric as he worked her over. Rhi was quickly melting into a mess, gasping for air, before he ripped her bra open, his mouth moving to her neck, sucking at her pulse. Her chest was heaving as his hands moved down to cup her ass, lifting her up and pinning her against the fireplace roughly with his own body. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, as his face buried between her breasts, his mouth sucking the sensitive skin there. He then ran his tongue along the curve, finding her nipple, his mouth enveloping the already pert bundle of nerves, his tongue swirling her nipple before he bit down hard enough to cause her to scream.

"Fuck, asshole, take it easy!" She hissed at him, his hips slammed into hers at her demand, shooting pain went up her spine from the uneven structure she was against.

"I'm the one in charge here." He informed her, and her body shivered at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes. It was a brief pause before her fingers went to his hair and her lips were on his again, he moaned loudly, and she pulled his hair, as she broke the kiss.

"Are you?" She teased, a playful smirk on her face, and that is what ignited his fire, and she saw the shift in his eyes, as he moved back, allowing her feet to hit the floor again, as he began unbuttoning her jeans, she was kicking her shoes off at the same time as she worked on his own clothes.

His hand gripped her throat once they were both naked, strong enough to get her attention, but all he did was begin kissing her with more ferocity than before, hiking her back up against the fireplace, easily sliding into her because of how wet this exchange had already made her.

"You're such a bitch." He groaned out, before kissing down her jawline, as his hips snapped over and over into her.

"Johnny boy, is this all you've got? This is what I've been waiting for?" Rhi didn't understand why those words left her mouth, why must she push his buttons so much? John pulled out of her quickly, a crazy spark in his baby blue eyes, before he all but flung her onto the couch.

She barely regained her composure before he was on top of her again, slamming into her without any warning, his hand holding her jaw tightly, making her look him in the eyes.

"Is this the only way I'm going to get you to shut up, you bitch?" He asked as he hammered into her hard and fast, but the only noises she could make in response was high pitched moans.

Rhi's walls fluttered around his cock as he continued to pound into her, his hand still gripping her jaw as he began to give her sloppy yet rough kisses. His thrusts were losing rhythm as he neared his climax.

"You better cum when I tell you to." He commanded in her ear and she nodded as best she could with him holding onto her. "Now, do it now, I wanna feel you cum hard for me." The coil building in her abdomen snapped and she screamed out his name so loudly, her throat began to feel raw. He thrust through her heat a few more times before pulling out and shooting thick ropes strands of cum on her stomach, groaning out her name as well, before he collapsed on top of her.

John's weight was still on Rhi, both of them still panting loudly, she still couldn't believe they had done this on his couch, instead of moving upstairs. Anyone could have walked in and caught them. She rubbed her forehead, still wondering if that was a good idea, even if she had enjoyed herself. John is sexy and she knows it, she loves his hands, how they look and feel, but he is the enemy and really this should have been wrong. Damn Adelaide and her suggestions.

John finally sat up, his sticky mess on both of their abdomens now, at least he had the decency to pull out, as he moved to his kitchen, grabbed a towel and wetting it, coming back into the living room, wiping himself off before tossing the towel to Rhi.

"Gee, thanks." She mumbled, as she wiped herself off as well, sitting up on the couch. Rhi eyes John, he was still naked, his body toned but not overly muscled, now that they were done she felt free to drink him in. That's when her eyes landed on his freshly fucked hair, his dark hair was flipped over one eye. He was normally so put together and neat looking that too see him so disheveled, nearly caused her to get horny once again. Rhi shook her head fervently, clearing it, and she began looking for her clothes, finding her shirt ripped and buttonless, she growled loudly. "I can't go back home with this shirt." She mumbled and John looked at her curiously, as he was dressing himself. Rhi stood, stepping into her panties as she found them, pulling her jeans on, leaving them undone, as she donned her bra, huffing out a sigh, placing her hands on her hips. "Couldn't you just easily take my clothes off?" She asked on a laugh, shaking her destroyed shirt at him.

"I didn't hear you complaining." Came John's cocky response, causing Rhi to blush heavily as he brushed past her, motioning for her to follow him upstairs. She fell in line behind him, breathing in his cologne as she did. She couldn't place the scent but damn was it intoxicating.

In his room, John peered through his walk-in closet, Rhi watching his hands closely, why is she so hung up on his hands, she would never know.

"What are you doin' there, big guy?" Rhi asked, awkwardly when John finally pulled a shirt off the rack in his closet. He turned to her, holding the shirt out to her by the hanger and she blinked at him, before shaking her head. "I can't wear one of your shirts." She politely declined and his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why not? We just had sex, what's a shirt?" Her mouth fell open, and her cheeks reddened again.

"Won't people...like, know then?" Rhi asked, and John's baby blue eyes averted her gaze for a few beats before looking at her again.

"So? Is that a problem?" He asked, flippantly, and Rhi looked at him as if he just asked if murder was wrong.

"You're...okay with people knowing we fucked?" John studied her for a few moments before a smirk played on his lips, shifting his weight back a little, pointing his free index finger at her.

“You’re not. You don’t want someone knowing, do you?” Rhi felt her cheeks redden once again, was that true? Was she wanting to hide it from someone? She cast her eyes down at her feet, suddenly finding the floor interesting. “Well, it’s either wear one of mine, or your torn shirt. Either way, you are going to get questioned.” John finished, holding his shirt out again, and Rhi growled, snatching the garment from him, and pulling it from the hanger and donning it. She just prayed that once she returned to Addie’s home, no one was awake to catch her wearing one of John Seed’s shirts.

#far cry 5 #far cry 5 oc #rhiannon hale #deputy rhiannon hale #john x rhi #john seed #earl whitehorse #adelaide drubman #hurk drubman jr #Sharky Boshaw #sharky x rhi #Charlemagne Victor Boshaw IV #hope county #hope county montana #nodus tollens

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chyrstis · 5 years ago

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I won’t ask for much (but just this once, I’d like you) 1/10

I’ve held out for a while now, thinking it’d be silly to post this here after finishing edits to this on AO3 back in February (and having an older version of this already up at the FC5 Holiday Exchange), but I think the only thing that was being silly was me. Because extra edits were badly needed, I’d love to add this to my FC5 masterlist, and to anyone that read the original and powered through the whole thing in one go back in December? Kudos to you, because it was always meant to be posted chapter by chapter here instead.

So, without further adieu, here’s Ch. 1 of 10 of the romantic comedy I didn’t plan on writing for them, but am very glad I did. ...Just with 100% more accidental arson and singing fish involved.

And also, many, many thanks to @finefeatheredgamer for being the lovely person to prompt this over at the Exchange to begin with. <3

Pairing: Sharky Boshaw x John Seed Rating: E (but only for Ch. 10, the rest are a solid T) Word Count: 4.1K

Link to AO3!

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10

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Sharky steals a boat. It just happens to be John’s boat, and when it’s damaged along with his boathouse, John proceeds to lay out a means of having Sharky pay him back. [No Cult AU]

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Hurk was his bro. His blood. One hell of a stand up guy, and the person Sharky knew would have his back no matter what.

The one he could depend on no matter what for damn near anything, and the only one right now that he could say to, with his whole heart, “I love you, man, but you can piss up a fucking rope” for getting him into his mess to begin with.

And okay, maybe he was being a bit harsh about it. And maybe he’d wanted the excuse to do it to begin with, but Hurk had dangled the opportunity so perfectly in front of him. Framed it so beautifully, there was no way he was going to say no to it, no matter what.

Especially not with both drinks and two smoking hot women involved. He’d hit a real dry spell, and the temptation to get lucky hit hard.

So, when beers at the Spread Eagle turned into beers down by the river, Sharky had agreed immediately. And when beers at the river turned into the possibility of beers on the river, he’d agreed to that too.

But he didn’t have a boat. Hurk didn’t either.

Maybe they could’ve winged it by borrowing one from the Marina. They would’ve been skinned alive the next morning after his aunt found out about it, but after mulling it over for a few, Hurk had a better idea.

In his words, a better, sexier idea. 'Cause nothing said sexy like a little speedboat ride and some roguish repatriation. Also Hurk’s words, though Sharky was sure on some level that wasn’t supposed to be pronounced like that either.

John had a boat.

John Seed had both a boat and a boathouse. Rich assholes like that always wanted to flash their cash in the most high-profile ways possible, and for whatever reason having his own personal goddamn plane wasn’t enough. He had to have a boat too.

Surely he wouldn’t miss it for a night. And Hurk’s promise to slip him two-hundred bucks on top of that? Really just made the idea all the sweeter.

Things sped up after that. Blurred and blended into the kinds of things he’d see in an action movie, what with him being the sexy hero going behind enemy lines as a means of infiltrating it – and he’d even streaked some mud across his face to seal it.

But somewhere between snagging the fancy speedboat, riding it out, and getting not one but two kisses of gratitude, he’d let himself get sloppy. And on the way back afterwards, with more beers under his belt, and a decent hard on from some over the clothes action, he’d misjudged a few things.

Not the least of which involved just how close of a fit it was to park and settle the boat. It was a square peg meant for a square hole, but he couldn’t see it that way. Not right now, especially not while belting out words to what he’d think a collab between ABBA and the Bee Gees would sound like.

That’s where things blurred again. Grew unclear and muddied as he tried to keep the boat steady. His head pounded as he misjudged the distance - or was it speed? Both were likely - of his approach, as he leapt into action again, this time wondering if his call to Willis his way out was the right one.

Cold water rushed up to meet him, knocking sense into him just long enough to start paddling, but he bobbed down low. Felt things go black, as like an idiot he gulped down a lung and a half full of water as he fought against it.

That’s when he felt hands grab him. A force dragging him up and out of the cold only for the ground to rush up and smack him in the face.

Hacking it out, he blinked down at the pebbles underneath his hands, his face all but numb at this point as water continued to dribble out of his mouth. That had been close. All too close, he’d realized, still sloshed, but aware enough of the person crouching next to him.

So, he babbled out what he hoped was thanks. Followed it up with more thanks after that, and when he flipped over to maybe even throw a hug or a hearty handshake their way, he froze.

Because he wasn’t ready for the kind of cold fury waiting for him. He also wasn’t ready for John Seed to be the one wearing it either; the kind that he was sure meant he was about to be murdered on the spot.

In that moment, not even two-hundred dollars richer for it, he knew he’d fucked up, but as to how much? He couldn’t say. That was for the morning to tell him, provided he’d make it there.

And right now his odds weren’t looking all that great.

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Pounding. Endless pounding went off, shaking him out of the comfortable space he’d settled into.

The sound echoed again, making him shift around to muffle it. Pulling the blanket around him, he sighed at the silence only to tense when it was broken again.

“Motherfucking balls, man,” Sharky groaned.

So, he wasn’t dead, just felt like it. That he wasn’t, was a relief as he pried his eyes open. The pulsing, pounding pressure building in his head, not so much. Crawling over to the bed’s edge, he pushed himself up and nearly tumbled to the floor.

Knocking. That’s what the sound was.

Leaving his room, he dragged his feet as he walked over to the door, and jumped when his foot came into contact with something ice cold. Not bothering to check, he shook it off, swearing loudly only to notice it was a pair of jeans. Damp, and just as wet as the hoodie draped over the kitchen table.

When had he- Pointing at it, then at the jeans, he scratched at his head as he stood in the kitchen. Skinny dipping gone wrong, maybe? Gone right? He’d have company if that were the case, but it didn’t stop him from hoping.

He raised an eyebrow, only to start when the knocking began again. “Hold your fucking horses! Seriously, I’m coming.”

Dragging on a nearby pair of pants, he popped his head up in front of the peephole and took a look.

It was John.

John Seed.

That couldn’t have been right. He rubbed at his eyes and peered through again. “The fuck?”

Nope, John was still there, arms crossed as he waited, and he checked his watch before going for the door. Knocking with a heavy hand, the door was almost rattling, and Sharky stepped back.

Something was up. Something that he couldn’t remember right off the bat, and if it put John of all people on his doorstep, it had to be serious.

But he hadn’t pissed off anyone bad enough to put a lawyer on his porch. Or had he? Maybe the F.A.N.G. Center was finally sick of taking his calls and decided to slap him for it. Or hell, his Moonflower disco party never had that many admirers. That could’ve gone south too.

Not remembering sucked, but it was a Tuesday. Probably found a way to piss off somebody in the county without even trying that much.

Yanking the door open, he regarded the man waiting on the other side with a bleary look. It was bright outside, the clear blue of the sky hurting his eyes as he blinked against it, and felt his headache start to pulse as he narrowed his eyes into a squint.

“Charlemagne Victor Boshaw.” The smile John wore was cold as he stared him down. “I’m sure you know why I’m here.”

He scratched his head, scrubbing a hand through his hair as he waited for John to continue. When he didn’t, and was actually seeming to want some kind of feedback from him, he grunted out a short, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Well, I was afraid of that. Considering how impaired you were late last night, and considering the great lengths I had to go to keep you from drowning on my property, it seems it’s up to me to enlighten you on what exactly happened.”

Drowning?

He did remember water. Coughing out enough to make him feel a little sick on recalling it. The part before that, when he was whooping it up, and kissing the hell out of his date, was a lot nicer to focus on, and he let his eyes slip shut as he leaned against the doorframe.

Yeah, that was much better. Better than the light searing into his eyes, and better than the asshole camped out on his doorstep.

“Boshaw.”

He cracked open an eye. Squinted right at John’s pinched, irritated face, and considered closing the door on him. “What?”

“You don’t understand the true extent of any of this, do you?”

“Nah, that’s what the whole enlightening thing’s for. Shit, Johnson, where the hell have you been?” he threw out, hating how the pounding in his head was only intensifying. “So if you could get the hell on with it, I could go back to spending my day how I want to. In bed, curled up and doing nothing, not out here listening to you tell me how I…” Sharky let the words trail off. “How I what now?”

“How you owe me,” John hissed, baring his teeth as the temperature in his tone dropped ten degrees and counting. “You. Owe. Me. For a boat. For a boathouse, and for an assortment of damages all tying back to your little alcohol-soaked ride through my property.”

Saying each word through clenched teeth, John paused, drew in a breath through his nose as he closed his eyes, then settled back into the same smile he’d initially greeted him with.

“Then when caught, you panicked, confessed, and forged an agreement with me to fix it. Is that ringing any bells now?”

“Look, look, look, I get it. This looks bad, right?” Sharky held up his hands, still coughing out leftover traces of water, and tried backing away from him. “Just let me say my piece, okay? Let me say it, and get it out there, and we can go back to-“

“Back to what?” John asked, his voice smooth as he stayed on him. “Back to the smoke? The fire? The wreck I bothered to drag you out of?”

“Yeah, yeah, all of that.”

“Oh, good. Because I’m still waiting. Still wondering why of all things, you haven’t given me a single reason at all not to do what anyone else would’ve already done in my position. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Tell me.”

“I, uh, I don’t know about-“

He snarled as he crossed the distance between them. “Tell me!”

Sharky paled.

Some of it was coming back in batches, none of it painting a good picture at all. And the longer he focused in on that period of time, the more he felt inclined to drop everything and book it towards the woods. At least then he’d have some kind of a fighting chance. John didn’t look like a runner, but if he did head after him he’d make sure to wing him with a branch or two along the way.

He wet his lips, and let out a long breath. “Okay, so say I did.”

“You did.”

“Okay, so…say I did all of it.”

“You did!” John repeated, his voice rising. “How can I make this any clearer to you? We are here to talk recompense. What you rightfully owe me for, and more importantly, what you’ve promised given the alternative. Or should I repeat myself, yet again, but this time using language that you’re guaranteed to understand?”

Now, Sharky had tried to ignore it before. Maybe even give him the benefit of the doubt, but he’d put up with his fair share of people talking down to him like an idiot, and like hell was John going to get in a shot as well.

“Yo, I was trying to be civil here. Civil and about as respectful as I can get seeing as I’m here, wearing actual pants, and listening to you spouting nothing but shit at me. And I get it! Something was broken that shouldn’t have been taken to begin with, but you’re talking deals that I don’t remember agreeing to, and I don’t like being told I’m a fucking moron on top of that!”

“Fine.” John pursed his lips, losing some of his anger, but not all of it. “You’ve made your point, and…maybe I did speak out of line.”

”You did. No maybes there, dude.”

“But that still doesn’t settle any of the business between us. So, here’s my offer. What I outlined to you last night, and to which you enthusiastically agreed to.”

Sharky bit back the knee-jerk response that he wanted to give, and crossed his arms. “So? Spit it out.”

“You will repair it. Rebuild the damaged boathouse with materials I will supply you with, and under my supervision. This will ensure that the work will be completed, done to my standards and specifications, and to also ensure no further damage will be done.”

“Your standards?”

“That’s correct,” John said, with a glint in his eye. “If it’s not to the quality I ask for, you will tear it down and start over. From scratch.”

“Hey, now. You back it the fuck up, 'cause last time I checked you’re not the fucking boss of me.”

“On the contrary. Yes, I am,” John replied, holding up his cell phone. “And If you don’t want any of this getting back to the local authorities, you will take this deal. Now listen closely, because there will be no second offer, and I’m already being generous.”

Keeping as calm as he possibly could, the voice on the phone outlined this in painstaking detail. Too much detail for a drunk man to take in and consider, but just enough for it to be played back to him while sober.

Including the last detail. One that had John’s expression settle into that of pure satisfaction.

“And you agree to do this? To-“

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll do it. Whatever you want, building this shit up, building another big-ass boat to cart both you and your bullshit to fucking Aruba, I’ll do it. Just don’t send me to jail, man. Me and the po-po just don’t mix, and…shit, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything,” John repeated, ending the recording. “And looking at the damages done, the cost to avoid a sentence can be upwards of fifty-thousand dollars. That’s no small fee to have to shoulder, and unless you have that to give me, I think you’re better off taking this.”

He was fucked. Fucked beyond question, all because he’d had the piss-poor sense to believe Hurk’s boast that Sharky could commit Grand Theft Boat while sloshed just past his maximum.

Leading to the current dilemma.

Not wanting to go to jail was always at the top of his list. So was having the ability to light shit on fire. Going to jail interfered with both of those things directly, and as much as he could fight or run from it, John had two big things going for him.

One, he was a lawyer.

Two, he had money.

If he wanted to sink him, he’d send him straight down to the bottom of the ocean’s largest, deepest trench without any hesitation.

Clenching his teeth, then unclenching them, the smile he gave him was more of a grimace. “Uh, so…about that whole helping shit.”

“Let’s establish some ground rules, shall we?”

John raised his chin as he gestured towards the door, and Sharky groaned. Stepping to the side to let him in, John stalked on past, and he nearly fell off the front step.

He was going to need a cigarette.

Lots of them.

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“This should be simple. Straightforward,” John told him as Sharky sat across from him with a cigarette and a roaring headache.

He was to be on the property two times a week.

Each time he would text him in advance making sure that John was available first, then once the time was agreed on, would expect him there promptly.

No work would be done alone. He would pick John up, then take him down to the boathouse to supervise. From there, he would work – some bare minimum that John rattled off, and he half-tuned out – and would drive John back up before heading out for the day.

And then would repeat it again, and again, and again until John was satisfied.

“So, as I said, simple. Easy enough for anyone to follow,” John stated, folding his hands in front of him on the table.

Already on cigarette number two, Sharky let his head sink into his hand. Passed on enough of a response to satisfy John for now, and had to agree to an actual starting date to even get him out of the door.

He was on cigarette number five when he called up Hurk. Spent a good ten minutes trying to get some kind of answers out of him about the rest of the night while also yelling about the shit he’d royally stepped in by messing with John to begin with.

But Hurk talked him down. Helped him to see this for what it was.

One, not a jail sentence. He could still get out of this, even if it looked like John had all but boxed him into doing a shit-ton of labor for free.

Two, he’d done enough odd jobs to be able to swing this. Had built and burnt down a million sheds in his lifetime, so what was building another one going to hurt?

And three, if all else failed, Hurk was set and ready to see about lighting up another part of John’s place just to give him a means of escape. What was a bro if not the kind ready to throw himself into the line of danger so his cousin could exit stage left?

He could give him that. Even if more fire wasn’t the solution to the problem for once. Much as he needed it, and loved it, it wasn’t going to get him out of this.

Sighing heavily, he let Hurk go and went back to bed.

The next day, however, he pulled his shit together and readied himself for what was going to be the beginning of a very long and painful process.

John’s specific list of guidelines chafed bad, like a pair of jeans that were just the wrong side of too tight, but he couldn’t take them off or return them. He just had to deal, and hope that sitting down or bending over wouldn’t lead to the kind of blowout he’d get run out or yelled at over.

So, he played by the rules. Hated every second of it as he jabbed at his phone and gave John the shortest messages he could manage. Then picked him up and tried to grin and bear it as John tapped at his watch while giving his ride the hairy eyeball, and Sharky proceeded to take them both down to the boathouse.

Seeing it during the day painted the whole thing in a different light. From what he’d relayed to Hurk in a delirious call the night of the accident there had been a whole hell of a lot of smoke and fire. Boatloads - pun intended - as he took in the charred shell of the building.

Guess that extra fuel Hurk told him he’d jacked but didn’t toss did more harm than good. Who knew what he’d planned on using it for, but he was lucky he hadn’t been toast himself.

That did mean his work was cut out for him, however. Tearing the whole thing down and rebuilding it was going to be a pain, and John guided him over to the picnic table nearby to go over the blueprints he’d brought from his house.

Spread out, he followed the dimensions outlined, and where he would need to start once the foundation was set. Saw it broken down into smaller pieces, smaller sections, and having it all stripped down like this helped him see it for what it was. Doable, and not even half as complicated as he thought it’d be. Yeah, it was going to be intense, but wouldn’t be impossible.

Now, his version of things allowed for some leeway. That would help to speed things up along the way, but that was where John came in. He said that there would be no ‘cutting corners’ and ‘eyeballing it’ like he was sure Sharky might do.

“This requires care. Precision. Delicacy.”

John kept on going, rattling off a few more things he was in need of here, and Sharky barely held off from pretending to jerk off in the middle of it. But John eventually cut him loose, telling him to get a feel for the area, and pointed him towards the boathouse.

It had been calling to him, in a way, and he let curiosity finally guide him there.

Walking inside, Sharky let out a low whistle.

He’d done a real number on it. Sidestepping the remains of the support beam overhead, he peeked up at the blue sky above him, and took in the blackened wood and ruined equipment. Trying to play guess who with the burned odds and ends was looking to be a game for another day, but while some parts of the building were well past trashed, other items were surprisingly okay.

Like the photographs hanging on the walls.

Both focused on nature – and he liked nature shit; skulls, antlers, pictures, the whole nine yards – but the fish on display didn’t look like they’d been caught. Not by John, or by any of his family, and they felt more out of place than anything else.

At least that’s what he thought until he turned, and saw it. Saw the big, beautiful, borderline majestic fish hanging on the wall, and burst out laughing.

He was still laughing when John finally joined him. “What could be so-“ John’s voice trailed off, and the resigned groan that followed only made him laugh harder.

Swiping at his eyes to wipe the tears away, Sharky framed the singing fish with his hands. “Big Mouth Billy is hanging right on your wall. Here. On your wall.”

“And?”

“And? Dude, that’s like the best shit ever! I haven’t seen one of these since I was like, this tall,” Sharky said, holding his hand to his knee. “Like, I thought they’d stopped selling them.”

“They should’ve.”

“But they didn’t, and that’s pretty damn great if I may say so myself. You’ve gotta tell me who gave you this to begin with. Broseph?”

John sighed, his mouth twisting as he remained silent.

“Ol’ Jake-n-bake then? Dude’s pretty serious, but maybe he gave you this to be nice. Or funny. Shit, maybe both.”

“You had it right the first time,” he admitted, eyeing first him, then it with distaste.

Joseph Seed’s doing? The thought of that made a wide grin break out on his face. “Well, shit. Guess I need to thank him then. Otherwise, I think it’d get pretty lonely out here.”

“What?”

“Well, you’re not gonna sit there and talk my ear off the whole time, so I was thinking I’d need to start talking to myself just to make shit interesting, but Bill here’ll be a fucking hoot once you get him started.”

The offended look that crossed John’s face shifted straight to horror when Sharky waved his hand in front of the fish’s sensor. To his delight, it sprang to life, singing enthusiastically, and when Sharky joined in, John visibly clenched his teeth.

“Still works too! Come on, it’s catchy.”

Picking up on the tune only to mangle it further, John kept on staring at him the entire time. Through one full cycle of it as Sharky snapped his fingers, through a few of his claps, and through at least one hop.

Still, nothing. “Seriously? Feeling none of the magic of that little guy?” Sharky shook his head, giving him a disappointed glance. “Shit, better go one more round to be sure. Maybe that’ll help, and you can join in whenever you like.”

John turned on his heel and promptly left.

Eyeing the bass, he gave one of its fins a small fistbump, only to nearly knock it off of the wall.

Maybe he’d be able to get through this after all.

#far cry 5 #sharky boshaw #john seed #john seed/sharky boshaw #with the snippet I posted yesterday referring back to this it's only fair to post the actual story #just in easier to read chunks at a time #and if I can finish up the other fic soon after posting Ch. 5 even better #FC5 fanfiction #fanfiction #fic: I won't ask for much #fic series: we could make a home out of this

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space-whalesharks · 5 years ago

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20 OTP Questions

Tagged by @shellibisshe and @shallow-gravy

(and one brief mention that makes it “ & Sharky Boshaw” but there are no poly aesthetic photos anywhere ;_;)

1) Who can outdrink the other?

Nic. Her Crazy Party Girl skills haven’t worn off at all.

2) Who says “i love you” more?

John, mostly because he has to reassure himself as much as he just wants to inform her in general.

3) Who has trouble sleeping alone?

John again. He’s one clingy bastard, especially when he’s tired, so if he settles in and she (or eventually and/or Sharky) is/are taking a while to get to bed, he’ll get out just to find them and loiter around until they go to bed with him.

4) Who swears more?

Everybody thinks it’s John, but it’s absolutely Nic. As far as swearing ratio, she’s got him beat like, 5 to 1.

5) Who does more of the housework?

They try to split it, but Nic does a little more, mostly because, at least post Bunker, her interests align with it. he wants to build certain things for Prosperity, so she’ll clean it. She wants to get a decent garden going, so she’ll do the weeding.

6) Who forgets their anniversary?

They arguably count John dropping the L word for the first time as their Anniversary since they don’t recall just when Landsdowne went down, so they absolutely remember it, considering it was the night after the Collapse.

7) Who steals the duvet in their sleep?

John. Nic gets her revenge by stealing all the pillows- including the one under his head. She’s stolen it right out from under him once when he was shifting in his sleep, and when he babbled asking why, she shrugged it off ‘I’m Wrath, babe, remember?”

8) Who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Both will occasionally snore lightly and wake the other.

9) Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Absolutely Nic. Prosperity ends up as much of a sanctuary for animals as it is for humans. John learned from square one her heart bleeds for animals. He stops asking questions/protesting when she brings home Cobbler the cougar. There was absolutely no going back from that, and the amount of animals kept going up from there.

10) Who usually makes dinner?

John.

11) Who plays their music out loud?

Nic. After coming to Hope County she gets an unhealthy obsession with Raise Hell, God’s Gonna Cut You Down, Bad Moon Rising and wants everyone to know it.

12) Who hogs the bathroom?

John. Even Post-Collapse he tries to preen to keep up some sort of normalcy/trace of his old routine. Nic’s gotta bribe him with sex to try and get any extra time for herself in there.

13) Who gives the most compliments?

John. Anything to show off just what he loves about her.

14) Who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

Also John, because on the other end of that last question, there’s some buried part of him that’s afraid of losing her so he’ll get a little prickly for self-preservation. On top of that, while he came a long way when he ended up with the Resistance, he and Nic still share some opposing views about different things and he’ll dig in his heels on the rare occasion.

15) Who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Nic, though she’ll be careful about it because she doesn’t want to start a campaign against him when they’re still dealing with the occasional attack or attempt on John’s life to begin with from people who weren’t in the Bunker with him or haven’t been around him to see he’s changed and remorseful for some of the things he did.

16) Who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Neither. They stick with “Babe” for the most part. John will still call her Wrath or Lady Wrath, with the former coming out when they’re arguing more than any other time.

17) Who fusses over the other when they get sick?

Both, but whereas John will fuss over Nic and she’ll hate it 90% of the time and secretly love it the other 10%, John will milk whatever he’s got for all its worth so she has to dote on him. She knows what he’s doing.

18) Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Both of them, because they figure they’ve spent enough time hating each other and fighting before they got together, so when they do fight, they’re both relatively quick to forgive, or at least make motions to forgive, even if that just ends up being cuddling begrudgingly at the end of the night.

19) Who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

John, because that fear starts feeding on his insecurity about whether or not she’ll stay with him forever, so he’ll seek her out for verbal and physical reassurances that she’s not going anywhere, she’s hear to talk or listen, whatever he needs, whether it’s about their relationship, or rumors about Joseph, or whatever the problem is.

20) Who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…) John again, because in his mind, physical affection carries more weight. He’ll be all over her a lot. Nic also does it a fair bit, and if they’re sitting around somewhere, she’ll stroke his hair or his hand.

#Johnnic #Deputy Nic #John Seed

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sharkiethedork · 7 months ago

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my biggest takeaway so far

#Gravity falls #The book of bill #Bill cipher #Book of bill spoilers #Spoilers #Sharkie babbles #This book is 70% of what i thougbt about today #Im about 2/3 through and ill probably finish it tomorrow lol #At least the reading part. God knows when ill get to the codes. I wanna do some before i see all of them solved online

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harmonyowl · 2 years ago

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Two more cause I can’t resist haha, how about “wildfire” for Blythe and “winter” for Grace?

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— Wildfire

'-and see that's, why the large canisters are much better than the smaller ones and honestly when is more of something never better? I mean seriously, even if we're just talkin' about me and you then-'

'Sharky!' Blythe frantically cut off his babbling, breath heaving as she shot him a glare. His need to chatter at inopportune times seemed to have gotten worse since high school.

'What? I wasn't about to say anythin' nasty I am a gentleman, excuse me! I don't tell anyone about the stuff we used to do back then, well...except for Hurk, but he wouldn't, uhh...he wouldn't say anything...'

'Sharky!'

'What!?'

'You've set the fucking forest on fire!' Blythe gestured around them at the blazing inferno they were currently sprinting away from, she should have said no when he had asked to come with her, but she just had to give in to his puppy eyes. Blythe had no interest in starting a small ecological disaster, in fact, she was trying to actively not start anymore disasters in Hope County. She didn't know where in her brain between no and disasters she had thought Sharky would be a good idea.

'You asked me to scare off that wolverine!'

'Not with your incendiary ammo!'

'Well how was I supposed to know that I'd left them in there!?' Blythe let out a strangled groan and if they weren't running for their lives she would have smacked him.

'Just, shut up and keep running!'

The pair of them jumped over stumps and weaved around trees before breaking through onto the road, they took a second to catch their breaths as they bent over and wheezed, if any cultists drove by in the next five minutes they would be easy pickings.

'You know, you're still real good at telling people what to do-oh ow ow ow! Alright, alright!'

— Winter

'Does The Father know you still do that?'

Grace's hand paused at the voice before she continued to lower it back to her other crossed arm, the snowflakes fell and melted into their already landed brethren and the chill of it all stung her rosy face. Blowing the smoke out of her mouth she watched it mix with her breath, she replied without turning.

'No,' Grace smirked and tapped her cigarette, 'why, are you going to tell on me?' Faith stepped up beside her on the porch, folding her own arms against the cold and she gave a little smile.

'No...'

Neither of them said anything else, Grace taking slow drags from her cigarette as Faith idly hummed next to her. Winter seemed to make everything in nature still and quiet. Grace frowned a little when she glanced over and saw Faith shiver and fold her arms tighter, she was wearing boots but still had on that white dress with sleeves that only went to her elbows; she probably hadn't planned on coming out here. Grace could see the goosebumps all over Faith's bare arms and legs.

'Aren't you cold?' Faith just shook her head with a smile, but that smile was with slightly blue tinged lips.

'You should change into something warmer if you're going to stay out here.'

'The Father gave me this dress, I enjoy wearing it.' Grace just continued to watch as Faith reached her hand out past the porch to catch the snowflakes, and she fought the urge to roll her eyes, why she wanted to stand out here in the cold with her wearing barely anything was beyond her.

Grace sighed, before she placed her cigarette into her mouth to hold and started to take off her coat. Faith looked over at the noise and flinched slightly when the warm fabric was placed around her shoulders, Grace silently making sure it was wrapped around her securely before she returned to her place beside Faith and let the cigarette out of her mouth, smoke releasing after.

'You should go inside if you're cold.'

But Faith didn't move, just pulled Grace's coat closer around her, pressed her nose into the collar, and continued to watch the snowflakes next to her quietly.

#blythe paige #grace seed #far cry 5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 #fc5 #ask meme #my writing

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Terms of Engagement ch.1

Summary: Rus is still a kid himself and with his life turned upside-down, he has no idea how he's going to take care of his baby brother. Having other kid skeletons appear in his world wasn't exactly the help he was looking for.

Tags: Pre-Spicyhoney, Underfell Papyrus, Underfell Sans, Underswap Papyrus, Underswap Sans, Undertale Sans, Undertale Papyrus, Babybones, Scientist W. D. Gaster, Skellie Daycare, Growing Up Together, Big Brothers Caring For Their Little Bros, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Like I needed a new WIP? But, somehow, I find the idea of Rus helping to care for a little Edge to be adorable, couldn't resist it.

Read Chapter One on AO3

Read It Here!

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In the furthest corner of the lab amidst the wrecked equipment and overturned tables, Papyrus curled up tighter, holding the warm little bundle of his brother close as he tried to figure out what the hell he was gonna do.

Wrapped up in his blanket, Sans was sleeping restlessly and when he woke, he was gonna want to eat. He wasn't gonna understand that Rus had given him the last of the stale cereal this morning. He was gonna cry and right about now, Rus was ready to join him.

The scientist was gone. He'd had a name, but Papyrus didn't remember it anymore. He was pretty sure he only remembered the scientist at all because of the picture. Scientist? He was wearing a lab coat in the picture, maybe he was a doctor, but then why were they in a lab? Not knowing was frustrating but it was hard to care with the ache of hunger in his soul.

No more food, no one coming, and Papyrus didn't know what to do. There were other places to go, he knew, outside. They’d gone before, to the palace, and to see the old turtle. The scientist sometimes got them treats on these outings, Papyrus remembered that much. But something kept him here in the abandoned lab, some sense of certainty that if anyone knew, they might do something, might take away his brother.

Maybe they would be right, he thought unhappily, even as he pressed his teeth to Sans’s little forehead. He didn’t know how to get them food, didn’t know where to go, what to do. He had to take care of his little bro, if only he knew how…!

A sob welled up in his throat. Papyrus swallowed it back, but the tears refused to be ignored, spilling down his cheekbones. The best he could do was cry as quietly as he could and let Sans sleep.

An unexpected sound made him look up, curious and afraid. There was no one else in the lower levels, just them, and he hadn't ever heard that sound before, so what…?

More sounds, coming closer and weirder still it was voices…were they arguing? Papyrus shrank back for a moment, then he moved quickly, hiding his sleeping brother behind one of the overturned tables. He patted the baby absently, hushing him and darted back out just in time to see two skeletons turn the corner into the lab. They were arguing furiously, didn’t even seem to notice him standing there staring at them in fearful confusion.

One of them, in a too-large jacket with fur lining the collar was complained loudly, “i’m tellin’ ya, we don’t need another, we can handle this!”

"will you be quiet?" the other hissed. “i already toldja, we could use another pair of hands!” He was in a hoodie like Papyrus wore, only his was blue and it hung a lot further down on him that Papyrus’s did. They were kids like him, he realized, only they were a lot shorter and wearing oversized backpacks. At the same moment he thought it, they both finally caught sight of him and froze.

"oh, great, we found us a crybaby," jacket boy said in disgust. Papyrus stiffened even as he wiped hastily at his face with his sleeve.

"shut up," the other shoved him roughly, ignoring it when his companion snarled and snapped teeth that Papyrus suddenly saw were like a sawblade, much different than his own even teeth. The other skeleton looked more like him, offering a cautious, flat-toothed smile, "hey, uh. papyrus?"

Papyrus blinked at him. "how'd you know my name?"

The other skeleton visibly relaxed, "lucky guess. you got a big brother around here somewhere?"

"no," Papyrus said, warily.

Instantly, they both looked concerned. "no? that's a first, no brother?"

"don't have an older brother," Papyrus corrected. A cry came from the corner and he guessed there was no point in trying to hide his bro. Papyrus retrieved his little brother, jostling him as he whimpered unhappily.

A sound came from behind him, like Sans’s whimpers turned into a weird echo, and it was something of a shock to turn back to the others to see them both hushing their own little bundles, murmuring almost in unison, "hey, paps, shhh, it's okay."

"you…you've got little brothers, too?" Papyrus blurted.

"that’s your little bro, huh?” Jacket Boy’s mouth twisted, “okay, so you're a papyrus here whose older. sounds like your world is all swapped around from ours."

World? Papyrus wasn’t sure what that meant, but he scowled at the shorter skeleton’s assessment, "why is my world the swapped one?"

Hoodie grinned. He shifted the bundle in his arms and the blanket fell away to reveal a baby bones about the same age as Sans. "cause we're the older brothers in our worlds and it's two against one."

Papyrus could only shrug. "guess that makes sense." As much as two skeletons showing up from another universe could. Besides, arguing sounded like too much effort. The shorter skeletons got their brothers soothed pretty quickly, but Sans only cried on; poor kid was so hungry, and Papyrus could only bounce him uselessly, trying to calm him.

“huh,” Hoodie looked at him shrewdly. “hang on.” He set his brother down on the floor where he giggled and bounced happily, ignoring jacket boy’s hiss as he slung his backpack off his shoulder and dug into it. He took out two little packets and offered them to Papyrus. When he didn’t take them, Hoodie said easily, “hey, you’re hungry, ain’t’cha? it’s good stuff, i promise.”

Promise. Something about that made Papyrus reach out warily, snatching away the little wax paper bundles. Inside each one was a donut, and much as he wanted to feed his little bro, Papyrus took a cautious nibble first. Hoodie only watched, smiling easily, and Jacket grumbled something about wasting time. He set his own blanketed bundle down by the first kid, revealing another baby bones. They could’ve been twins, if the second one didn’t have a matching set of those sharky teeth. Both of them gabbled to each other in unintelligible baby talk and in his arms, Sans quieted, offering a curious babble of his own.

The donut tasted okay and when nothing happened after a couple minutes, Hoodie gave him a wry grin, “see, nothing’ wrong with ‘em. your scientist was kinda like ours, huh?”

Papyrus didn’t know what to say to that, so he offered one of the donuts to his brother. Who immediately tried to cram the whole thing into his mouth, complaining in his baby chatter as Papyrus stopped him, taking back most of it until Sans chewed what was already in his mouth. Only after he was done eating did Papyrus finish his own donut, and it was delicious, his magic greedily soaking in every morsel. It wasn’t enough after days without food, but it was enough to quell a little of his hunger pangs.

"now that that’s done, can we get this going?” Jacket Boy grumbled, “we ain’t got time to dance around. from the looks of things, you’re in the same leaky boat as we are, and all of us need some swim lessons pretty fucking quick. we're here for a reason, so let's get down to it."

He supposed he owed them at least a listen for the food. Cautiously, Papyrus sat his brother down with the other little ones, the three of them gabbling happily together.

“what reason?” Papyrus asked warily.

Hoodie answered him this time. “see, me and red here are from another ‘verse. i figured out how to get my machine working and decided it couldn’t hurt to visit around,” Hoodie’s mouth twisted unhappily. “turns out it can hurt, but anyway, since we bumped universes, we’ve been workin’ together. hard to work or find supplies when you’ve got a babybones to watch, innit, so we’ve been trading off days. one of us babysittin’ and the other working. if you want to sign up, then we can do even more, right? whatcha think?”

Trusting these two strangers with his little brother? It should be horrifying to think of, they’d been here ten minutes and were suddenly suggesting some kinda baby skellie daycare and yet…somehow, he felt like he’d known them so much longer.

“yeah, sure,” Papyrus found himself saying. Jacket Boy (Red?) and Hoodie both sighed in something like relief.

“good, that’s some good news. one more thing, we’ve already got a papyrus,” Hoodie nodded at his little brother, who was currently trying to use Sans as a brace to pull himself up on his feet. “so you’re gonna need a nickname. also got a sans, dibs on that, so your little bro’ll need one, too.”

“okay,” Papyrus said, a trill of unease going through his still-hungry soul. What was he getting himself into?

~~*~~

One Year Later

"all right, kiddos, you ready to go on a trip today?"

His little trio all squealed excitedly, and Rus grinned down at them, even as he winced at the echo. Most of the lab was still empty; Rus preferred to keep to the back rooms, their living quarters tidy and safe for whenever it was his turn to keep track of the baby bones. But the walk to the outside was pretty safe; he’d spent a lot of time making sure the walkways were baby-proof, and he let the kids run ahead, dawdling back while they waited impatiently for him at the door.

Long experience taught him that Blue and Papyrus would run the second he opened it, which wouldn't be a problem except they tended to run in opposite directions. That was a damned important lesson learned. So, he'd rigged up little harnesses for 'em, both of them reluctantly allowing him to truss them up. Hey, if the Dogi could do it, then so could he. His trouble-twins didn’t look much alike anymore; Papyrus was already a good head taller than Blue, much to his little bro's dismay. But one look at Sans and Red gave him a pretty good idea of what Blue had to look forward to, height-wise. He probably wasn't gonna be catching up anytime soon.

Edge only stood back and waited, watching him with those big ol' crimson eye lights and Rus knew exactly what he was waiting for. He looped the leashes around his wrist before turning his attention to his last little troublemaker.

"c'mere, kiddo." Rus scooped him up, making sure to tickle him on the way to get him giggling. Edge was a weird looking kid with those sharp teeth, but he was a good lesson in how appearances could be deceiving. Kid was a little sweetheart and all he needed to make him happy was a cuddle and a smile.

“Russy!” he crowed and Rus grimaced. At some point Edge decided if Sans was Sansy, it only made sense in his little mind that Rus should be Russy. He’d successfully argued the point by simply refusing to call him anything else. If that was the worst problem he ever caused though, then Rus’d take it. He still remembered the day Blue and Papyrus had found an old tub of paint in one of the rooms that they shouldn’t’ve been able to get into. Cleaning ‘em up had taken up most of the day and Edge had only sat by the tub, quietly playing while Rus cursed beneath his breath and scrubbed.

Rus loved his brother to bits, but man, Red got it easy with this little guy.

A couple more tickles and Rus slung Edge up onto his shoulders, and they were off.

“where we go?” Blue asked, even as he strained at the very end of his leash. Papyrus echoed him eagerly and even Edge made an inquisitive little sound. Pretty normal, all told. Blue and Papyrus didn’t usually ever shut up, but Edge didn’t talk much unless he had something to say.

"i got a little extra g this week,” Rus told them. He was already sweating, Hotland always lived up to its name, but they weren’t going far. “found some good dvds at the dump to sell. so, how's about we get a treat?"

Red would have a fit if he heard…and he would, all three of the trouble triplets were incapable of keeping a secret. But fuck it, the kids didn't get many treats. Sharing a couple bisicles wasn't gonna break them.

The Nice Cream cart was deserted this early in the day, except for the lady who ran it. She perked up curiously as they approached, but Rus couldn’t blame her for that. A pack of skeletons, two of whom were on leashes, was probably the most exciting thing she’d seen all day.

Rus swung Edge off his shoulders, lowering him carefully to the ground before he ordered. “two bisicles, please.”

While she rummaged in the cart, Rus carefully counted out his g, handing it over in exchange for the packages. He broke both of them in two, offering one half to each of the kids. Blue and Papyrus both took their unisicle and started in happily, their teeth colorfully smeared in moments.

Edge only stared at the one Rus offered him with those wide, wide eye lights, all soft crimson. He looked up at Rus, back to the treat, then back to Rus again and the hopefulness in his gaze ached as he whispered, "For me?"

"yep,” Rus waggled the unisicle in his fingers as the first melting drip fell over his hand, “all yours, edgy. try it."

He took it almost reverently, readily devouring it after a first cautious taste. Rus had to look away, eating his own unisicle as he blinked back angry tears. One treat shouldn't get that reaction, it shouldn't; he could vaguely remember not that long ago getting a bisicle every other day without even having to share. The sweetness of the treat was marred by his unhappiness, and Rus regretted that he'd had to waste the g on one for himself. But they only came in pairs, not much choice there, and he could only swallow down his regrets with the cool ice.

"I'm going to marry you, Russy," Edge announced suddenly and that took Rus's mind off his problems right quick.

The nice cream gal made a little snorting sound, muffling it behind her hand. Rus grabbed a couple napkins and knelt down to wipe away the smeary mess that was liberally decorating Edge's face.

"that so?" Rus gave the kid's nasal bone a playful tweak, "nah, you want to find someone better, not a crusty old jerk like me."

Edge scowled up at him, trying to fend off the napkin. "Nuh uh. I love you. Sans said people get married who love each other so I'm gonna marry you."

It was very difficult to school his expression to seriousness, but Rus did his best. "well, you can't just marry someone, you gotta ask."

"Okay." He turned to Blue, who was wearing more than his fair share of his treat, "Please tell your brother to marry me?"

Rus couldn't hold back the laughter anymore, "no, numbskull, you ask the person you're gonna marry. tell you what, you go on ahead and ask me again when you're a little older, then we'll see, all right?"

"Okay," Edge said agreeably. He let Rus toss his stick into the trash and wipe off his sticky fingers, then immediately held up his arms, pleadingly.

"i got you, baby bones." Rus scooped him up, nuzzling his little face and neck ticklishly until he squealed. A tug on his sweatshirt made him look down into two more messy faces, both hopeful for their own cuddles.

Rus crouched, gathering the other two in close, uncaring of the sticky faces pressed to his sweatshirt. "okay, let's get you two cleaned up, too, and we'll head for home. your brothers will be back soon enough."

"Red!" Blue chirped up and his starry eye lights glowed happily.

"yeah, yeah, red," Rus rolled his eye lights. Why the hell Blue was so enamored of that little thug, Rus did not know. His bro would have to be the contrary one and worship the worst possible role model. No matter how much of a dick Red was, Blue always came back for more, completely oblivious. But the first time Red made Blue cry, Rus was going to kick his ass, no matter how much Sans tried to keep them from fighting too much. Hell, if Rus caught Blue saying 'fuck' again, Red was getting a boot up his pelvic cavity.

Soon enough they were heading back, the leashed ones babbling to each other excitedly about their treat and yeah, Red and Sans were gonna know in two seconds. From his position on Rus’s shoulders, Edge didn’t talk, but he did rest his little skull on top of Rus’s, cuddling in contentedly. His little chin dug in painfully, but Rus didn’t care.

Hell, they were practically engaged according to Edge, he thought with no little amusement. An extra hug or two was probably allowed.

~~*~~

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underswap sans #underfell sans #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #baby bones #terms of engagement

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