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Vincere Aut Mori / Conquer or Die Chapter 6 (4.1k words)

Chapter summary: After turning Daisy's pet into a Judge, Jacob commands the animal to attack her. Things get complicated when Daisy brings up a memory and Jacob takes a more intimate approach to dispel Daisy's infuriating weakness.

Warnings: violence towards an animal, blood, cutting, self-harm

Fic summary: Jacob Seed crosses paths with an old neighbour and her presence starts to unravel the fragile bond between him and John. With visions of the brother's death, Daisy resists the Project any way she can. But once Jacob notices she's in his region, he will stop at nothing to get her to submit.

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Kneeling on the ground before him with her hair spilling out and her glassy, tear-filled eyes, which sparkled like little pools of water where the moonlight fell on them, Daisy emanated an air of melancholic loveliness. It was a transfixing spectacle, something Jacob rarely saw in people. It made this ever the more gratifying; his eyes gorged upon her kneeling form and the terror in her eyes as Gregor bared his teeth at her. He felt the same satisfaction when he gazed at a lone fawn in the forest during a hunt as it stood lonesome beneath a patch of sunlit grass with its soft eyes on him. Unaware that Jacob was something it should fear because nobody had taught it so. Jacob knew the fawn’s loveliness would not protect it when the cruelty of the wilderness eventually descended upon it. And it would; it always did. Nature had no mercy, even for beautiful things. A part of Jacob knew this was a new height of cruelty, even for him. But he couldn’t help himself.

Looking at her now, Jacob knew she was not the most attractive woman. Daisy’s hair was unkempt and seldom styled. It fell freely and wildly and collected leaves and dead flower petals as she passed through the woods. Evidently, she did little to prevent it from getting caught at every branch. There was something about Daisy that other people could sense but not quite describe, something isolating. She was born with a chip on her shoulder. When Jacob thought of her in the past, he could only ever picture her being alone. Despite the years that’d passed, she hadn’t ceased to be an oddity amongst others. It wasn’t like she was putting a lot of effort to blend in either, he thought. Like the way she dressed, for example, with what he reckoned were rags she’d picked up from the things people left behind. At this very moment, she wore an unsightly dress which showcased her décolletage. The dress had ripped during her descent, showing part of her leg, which glimmered from the reflectiveness of the late-night dew. She had the features to be beautiful, but they were spoiled by her lack of good sense. In short, most people found her weird and therefore a waste.

It was perhaps this very unusualness that drew him in. Daisy’s evasiveness and otherworldly mannerisms, her propensity to blend in with the natural world as though she belonged with the trees and birds, to be glimpsed once in a blue moon. And it was to do with her familiarity, the fact they both knew who the other had been. This was like getting the chance to pull at a fairy’s wings and he relished in it. Perhaps he and John were not so different after all, he realised darkly.

Jacob clapped his hands and Gregor lunged at Daisy with breathtaking ferocity. The animal knocked into her with its heavy, large body, causing her to fall backwards with a scream that made Jacob’s heart swell. The knife lay by her side, untouched. Gregor bit at her feet without yet piercing her skin. The cries of his old master fell on deaf ears as the wolfdog ignored her pleas to stop. The only orders he would follow now were Jacob’s. The animal retreated, growling and circling around Jacob.

“Stupid girl,” he mumbled to himself. “Come on, boy!” Jacob called out and Gregor lunged at Daisy again as she stumbly rose to her shaky feet. Daisy yelped as the dog jumped and knocked her down again, and she cut her leg on a rock that protruded from the dirt. The scent of blood vexed the Judges sitting by him and he glared at them when they tried to rise. They stayed put.

Daisy kicked at Gregor and the animal retreated for a moment, tensing its jaw. In that interval, Jacob saw that she was bleeding from cuts on her arms.

“Pick up the knife and fight back.” Jacob repeated. Daisy gave him a wild, pleading look as her trembling hands finally approached the blade, grasping the alien handle with her fingers. She looked at the knife in her hand, then at Gregor, and the flow of her tears returned with more passion. She cried softly and looked up at the moon. Something happened when she gazed at it; her breathing paused as she looked at the luminous planet with mesmerised eyes.

“I’m not a soldier,” Daisy whimpered finally as though the moon had whispered to her and placed the knife flat on her lap. For a brief moment, the image reminded Jacob of a knight laying down his sword. She then bowed her head and moved her long hair to one side of her neck, baring the other part to the cool air. She closed her eyes and stayed still, waiting for the cruelty to be over.

Is she surrendering? He thought to himself in disbelief. He’d never met someone with such little desire to live. Jacob noticed Gregor preparing for the next attack. The animal crouched and walked backwards, gaining momentum for the killing blow. “Daisy!” Jacob reproached as an awful feeling started to bubble in his chest, threatening to choke him. Daisy showed no interest in defending herself and stayed still as Gregor sprung on her, readying to sink his teeth into her neck’s soft skin.

Gregor drew blood when his teeth touched Daisy’s skin and Jacob suddenly pounced on the animal, throwing both of them to the ground. Gregor twisted beneath Jacob, yelping as they wrestled on the ground. They wrestled as both tried crushing the other, buckling and twisting in the dirt with grunts and bellows. Jacob placed his arms around Gregor’s neck and began strangling him with all his strength. The Judges rose from their positions and came to their master’s aid, and they attacked Gregor’s body with their teeth as Jacob squeezed harder. The wolfdog started to weaken, and Jacob grunted as he threw Gregor’s body on a boulder, hearing bones crushing as the animal fell limp on the ground.

Incredulously to Jacob, Daisy cried out when Gregor fell and she crawled to the wolfdog’s side. She cradled his body and pet his fur, mumbling incoherent words of comfort to the motionless animal. She turned and looked at Jacob with a gaze so fierce it was as though she sought to kill him with it. The way she looked at him with horror and anger in her eyes gripped Jacob’s stomach with rage. He marched to her furiously and gripped her jaw with his hand, pulling her upwards to meet the indignation in his blue eyes. She spoke before he got the chance to open his mouth.

“I wish you’d left me in that lake,” she spat at him with bitter sadness.

Jacob was stunned to silence. “What?” he hissed.

“You remember. That day on the lake. When I was swimming by myself.” Said Daisy. Jacob gripped her jaw tighter; he did remember. She winced but did not look away from his eyes.

It was many summers ago, back when Jacob was in his late teens. It was evening and the sky was lit with the orange hues of the descending sun, still hot enough to burn his skin. He was already a seasoned smoker by then and was nursing a cigarette in his mouth as he gazed out into the distance. Things at home were nearing the point of no return; he’d fought with his father again and it was getting harder to keep John from telling people the truth. Jacob mindlessly inhaled the smoke, mulling over his plan to leave it all behind and join the army. He would do it in a heartbeat; he knew he’d be good at it and local army recruiters approached him every time he neared his high school’s gates. Only thing was…

“Jacob,” called out a young voice and Joseph emerged from the clearing behind him. The interruption startled Jacob out of his thoughts. “What are you doing out here?” Asked the younger boy and sat next to him. Joseph was very different back then and his blue eyes looked at the cigarette in Jacob’s hand with worry.

“Just thinking.” Jacob said and exhaled. He moved the cigarette to his other hand, away from his brother. In the distance, he could see the silhouette of a little girl splashing in and out of the nearby lake. The constant sound in the background filled the silence between the brothers. “Where’s John?” He asked.

“Down the street, playing football,” Joseph said and looked behind them where their house stood in the distance. “They got home now.” He said quietly, not needing to clarify who ‘they’ were.

“She making dinner?” Jacob asked with an air of annoyance. Joseph shook his head and pulled some dollars from his pocket.

“It’s okay. I mowed the neighbour’s lawn, so we can order pizza. Only if you call, though.” Joseph said cheerfully and smiled at his brother with such warmth that the elder had to look away. Guilt tugged at his heart. No matter how hard things got, Joseph retained his natural good-heartedness, and it exasperated the bitterness in Jacob’s heart. He wished he could be happy and strong for the three of them, but it was impossible to stop nursing his hatred. Jacob nodded and his brother cheered quietly, bringing a pained smile to the elder’s lips.

They sat there quietly, enjoying the sound of Montana’s summer with the cricketing insects, the warm air, and the fireflies that glistened with wondrous shades of blue and pink as the sun fell on them. After a moment, Jacob turned to his brother. “You ever thought of leaving? Like when I turn eighteen. What if I took us all and left?”

Joseph smiled and had a faraway look in his eyes as he looked out at the distance towards the glittering water. The sun’s rays glimmered on the water’s surface, and he seemed to be looking at something in his imagination, as he often did. Joseph was always in his thoughts, a true dream child. “I think,” he started speaking slowly but then his brows furrowed as his eyes returned to the present moment, focusing on something in the distance. Jacob followed the line of his sight towards the lake; it was peacefully quiet and empty. Joseph’s eyes frantically scanned the lake’s banks. “I think Daisy’s drowning.”

Jacob leapt to his feet, threw the cigarette on the ground, and ran to the water’s edge as fast as he could. Joseph followed closely behind as he told Jacob where he thought Daisy had jumped in from. Jacob cursed under his breath as he entered the water trying to see where the girl was. It was stupid that she was always playing by herself, where were her goddamn parents? Jacob thought of what would’ve happened if it’d been John who’d fallen in. Out here, away from everyone’s sight. Panic gripped his heart as he dived in with his arms outstretched, grasping the girl’s hand with the tips of his fingers. He swam closer and pulled her to the surface. Both brothers dragged the girl to the river’s grassy bank.

Daisy coughed up water for a long time. Joseph threw a towel on her and made her sit on a sunny spot as he patted her back.

“Christ, girl.” Jacob said, grabbing her ball from the water and putting it next to her stuff. “You know better than to swim by yourself.”

Joseph nodded furiously at her. “You’re lucky we even saw you. You just wait till I tell your parents.” He chided, which made Daisy start crying. Jacob glared at him and his brother only shrugged as he continued patting her back.

“Okay,” continued Joseph in a kinder tone. “Next time you want to play out here, you come find me and I’ll get John to play with you. Alright?”

The memory fell away, and Jacob returned to the present as he stared down at Daisy’s insolent eyes. Remembering that day on the lake also reminded him of Joseph and how changed he was now. There was nothing left of that boy from back then and the memory gnawed at his heart.

“Your weakness…” he hissed as he stared at her red lips, which were swollen from crying. “It disgusts me.” He swallowed hard. “You are so ungrateful, Daisy. I’m doing all this to get you stronger, damn it.”

Daisy tried speaking but he silenced her as he gripped her jaw again.

“You never fought back. You always let people do whatever they wanted with you,” his words dripped with contempt and he suddenly chuckled. “Never in my life have I seen such a disgusting display of weakness. What’s it going to take for you to fight back, huh?” He demanded. “You think others would be so kind if they came across you? Don’t you realise how horrible the world is?” Jacob was almost shouting his words by the end. He relaxed his grip and Daisy gasped for air.

“How can you call this kindness?” She cried. “What have I ever done to you to deserve this? I never bothered anyone.” Her eyes welled with tears again and he felt their wetness on his hand. “Has your family not taken enough already? I lost the only home I ever had, do you know what that’s like? To see the people you knew turn into monsters?” She demanded and her body shook from the violence of her tears. Daisy tried moving her head to look away, but he wouldn’t let her. Eye contact made her uncomfortable and he enjoyed this small torture.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” He said darkly. Jacob kneeled in front of her and brought his other hand around her neck, firmly holding her in place. He noticed the goosebumps on her skin. “This world is over, Daisy. It’s done.” Daisy let out a noise of frustration and swayed to the side, trying to remove his hands. Jacob held her in place. “You need to realise that and adapt. Or you will die. Do you understand me?”

“Why do you even care?” She asked and he froze. “It’s like you said. I am weak. I could never be like you,” she said quietly in a tone akin to sadness with a distant look in her eyes. It filled Jacob with frustration. “I can’t even adapt to this world let alone the next. I accept it, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No.” Jacob said quickly, tensing his jaw. “What I want is your weakness.” He said firmly and moved closer to look deeply into her eyes. “I can make you strong. Give me your weakness, Daisy.” Jacob leaned closer and touched their foreheads together. Daisy shivered at their unexpected closeness, and he felt the shake pass through him.

Daisy let out a choked scoff and shook her head in disbelief. The Judges behind them began howling and their cries echoed across the mountains, meeting the howls of other wolves in the region. They were encircled by an unseen pack. Hearing their cries filled Jacob with pride and satisfaction; things were aligning themselves to the correct order. Daisy didn’t have the vision to understand, but in time, she would. They all would.

“Cut me, Daisy.” Jacob said suddenly. Daisy’s body tensed. He released her from the embrace but held on to her shoulder. Horror and confusion shone in her eyes when she saw the knife in his hands. Daisy made a noise of protest, but he interrupted her. “Give me your weakness and I will give you strength. Here, put the knife on my arm like this,” he said and pried her hand open to place the blade inside it. He then placed his hand over her cold one and closed her first. Jacob’s hand guided hers as he brought the blade to his forearm’s skin despite her resistance.

“You’re hurting me,” she whimpered quietly as his grip on her strengthened to ensure she did not let go.

“Endure, Daisy.” He said gruffly and then quietened his tone, easing her into the act. The knife’s blade lay flat on the inside of his forearm. Now that they were so close, Jacob noticed Daisy look at his scars with wide eyes. She could see the harshness of the red marks on his arms, and how the roughness of the scar tissue protected his skin. It was satisfying to see her react to his ruined body like this. It was so different to her soft skin, which bore no cuts or burns. “Now cut my skin. Start small. The only thing for you to do is press.”

“Jacob,” Daisy said concerningly and looked at him with pain in her eyes. This was like torture for her, and it made him laugh. Such a big reaction over a tiny thing. It was quite amusing; he’d never met someone who was so scared of hurting him. There was so much weakness to dispel. Jacob pressed down on her hand and the blade finally pierced his skin. Daisy gasped as red blood flowed from the wound, and he smiled. “See? Just like that. Not so hard, is it?” It was a rare sound to hear Jacob speak softly as he did it now, but he pushed the thought away. He watched as the red fluid trickled down his arm and he felt the softness of release, felt his body purify through this purge. A drop of water fell on his blood, and he watched as the droplet became clouded with red. He snapped out of the trance and looked up to see Daisy’s tears flowing.

Jacob tutted at her. “Cruel girl, look how you’ve cut me.” He chuckled as Daisy tried to protest. “Good.” He said emphatically. “This is excellent. Now do it again without me. And if you don’t, I’ll make you cut me over and over again until you get it right. You don’t want me to bleed to death now, do you?” His face contorted with a grin, and he finally released her hand. The blade immediately shook now that her trembling hand handled it.

Daisy looked at him with tightly pursed lips. “This is horrible. I don’t understand you at all, Jacob. You’re nothing like I remember.” She said barely above a whisper and Jacob released an amused exhale from his nose. Hesitantly, she moved the blade further up on his forearm and looked at him. He nodded to her. She winced as she made a small incision, barely big enough to draw blood. It didn’t flow as much as the first one, but Jacob made a noise of satisfaction. Daisy exhaled shakily with a shiver, and he patted her shoulder.

“You’re a natural. I knew you had it in you.” He gloated and put his fingers in the blood. With a steady hand, he brought his stained fingers to her forehead and smeared the red colour on her temple. The crimson colour stood out as the moon shone on her dark hair, complimenting the red of her lips. The moment held the initiatory holiness of baptism as he crowned her with his blood. The fluid of pain and cruelty looked good when paired with her distraught eyes.

Jacob knew she felt what he did at that moment. By cutting him, she’d finally relinquished that innocuous innocence she’d preserved all these years. Surrendered that pacifist nature that irritated him so. Tonight, she’d stepped closer to a very different world. Jacob’s world. Whether she liked it or not. Jacob remembered what he felt in the forest that day they first met again. The distinct feeling that there was something entangled between the two. Something unseen like an invisible string tightly tethered within each. Looking at Daisy, blood-stained and defeated with her eyes downcast, Jacob suddenly realised how little he wanted to lose this. Whatever ‘this’ was.

“Welcome to the herd, Daisy.”

[thesillyphilly]

A question for the far cry 5 or far cry in general community 😊

WHEN DID Y'ALL STOP BEING CREATIVE AND ONLY HONRY WHEN MAKING FANFICTIONS?! like, i like say gex like the next guy but where the stories?? The creatively?? Now and days it's all any seed member x the reader. Make an actual little story. I want to be in love with what you make, what the plot is and how i think it would go.

Ik fanfiction can be anything but I'm not asking for much 💔💔 hell, I'll take ship fanfics (that ain't incest or proship) that have a story as well.

Like this cool ship I've seen, MARY X JOEY, LIKE ❤❤❤ love them 😔😔 or hell, take this one of mine. Joseph x burke (the Marshall) they are both 42, GAY OLD MAN‼‼‼

Hell, I'll take an au as well. Love AU'S!!! like, wym john lives and helps the deputy and he and sharky become unlikely friends?? Or those swap au. One i saw was fc3 with with vaas and jason being swap (and others).

I just want an story 🙁🙁

[only-you-and-you-alone]

Unrequited fanfic update

So some days ago I asked y’all if you’d be interested in a fanfic series about three idiots roaming in Hope County

Well, I actually started writing the first ‘episode’ (and my stupid ass job does not let me finish it:()

and I have plenty more ideas – in a sacred document – almost enough for a whole ‘season’

Why I told you this? I don’t know. But I’m planning on writing a prologue or something to tease it because I didn’t forget about it, I just lack the time and energy to write it

(And all those ideas are gonna make my head explode one day lol)

Until then, bye, ma ‘shrooms, take care<3

[noodlecupcakes]

The Unravelling of Deputy Murphy - Part 1: John

The link for the fic can be found here! (Tumblrs link feature is still not working right for me 😠)

Deputy Murphy is on a mission to save her friends from The Seeds. Only each encounter with the siblings doesn't quite go according to plan.

This fic is pure Seed porn with maybe touches of plot in places if you squint. This fic is also technically an AU for me considering Tabitha isn't usually the Deputy in my canon verse. But I wanted to do a little Deputy fic.

You might notice if you've read Salvation that Tabitha seems to be a little different in this fic. Lets imagine that in this fic she got the help she needed with her addiction, got clean and moved to Hope County for what she hoped was a quiet life. Hence why she has a bit more of a backbone here!

This took me forever to write because I am not a John girly.

Tagging: @simplegenius042, @g0dspeeed, @josephseedismyfather, @la-grosse-patate and @cassietrn

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my requests are wide open

PLEASE I BEG IM GOING THROUGH WRITERS BLOCK SEND ME ANY REQS GAHHHHHHHH AS LONG AS THEYRE NOT SMUT I WILL WRITE ANYTHING GOOD LORD

People I write for:

-Joel miller

-Bucky Barnes

-Ellie williams

-Tommy miller

-John seed

-Joseph seed

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Vincere Aut Mori / Conquer or Die Chapter 5 (2.1k words)

Chapter summary: Jacob confronts Daisy and forces her to make her sacrifice.

Warnings: threat of violence, intimidation

Fic summary: Jacob Seed crosses paths with an old neighbour and her presence starts to unravel the fragile bond between him and John. With visions of the brother's death, Daisy resists the Project any way she can. But once Jacob notices she's in his region, he will stop at nothing to get her to submit.

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Chapter 5

Daisy looked up to see Jacob leaning against a large boulder with his arms crossed. Half of his face was hidden by the night’s darkness whilst the other was illuminated by the clear blue moonlight. It created a discomforting effect when combined with the ghostly smile on his lips and the scars on his cheeks, as though a misshapen ghoul stared down at her. Jacob Seed was terrifying to behold; his eyes seemed black as they looked at her. Looking around, Daisy saw they were in a secluded clearing surrounded by boulders. Above them were trails that stretched up to the mountains above and steep drops leading to one’s death. She could hear the sound of water gushing in a nearby stream and the faint hum of crickets. Were it not for the current circumstances, she would have proclaimed this night to be beautiful and basked in the moonlight like one of those feverish girls in old paintings, who danced in a maddening circle alongside other women with their hands interlinked or outreached to the sky. Looking around, she realised the only tune she would dance to now was Jacob’s.

“Must’ve hurt like hell,” he said. A Judge kneeled at his feet with its yellow eyes locked on her.

Daisy shakily rose, feeling every ache and bruise on her body. She’d lost the piece of cloth that held her hair during the fall, so now it all fell loosely down to her hips. The tips of her hair were smeared with dirt. The Judge that hovered over her removed itself and sat by Jacob, mirroring the other one. With the Judges sitting by either side of Jacob, the image reminded Daisy of the chariot tarot card. The card with the sword-wielding rider and the two sphinxes. The card of determination and willpower.

Having realised that Jacob orchestrated all of this, from the radio calls and the attack on her home to luring her out into the woods and having her thrown to the ground, Daisy trembled as she stood before him. She felt like a chastised pup even though she knew she had committed no wrong. From where she stood, she thought she could see a cold satisfaction hovering over his lips. Cruelty was etched on his skin. Deep down she knew that if he truly wanted to hurt her, there was little she could do to stop it. It all stunned her to silence. The moonlight draped over her like a veil, and she hoped it could hide the trepidation in her eyes.

“You’ve nothing to say to me?” He goaded.

“I didn’t like your story,” Daisy said quietly. She thought back to the urban legend he had spoken about on the radio, the one with the man who licked the woman’s hand. It was a common horror story and popular among children. She tried to forget how fearful it’d made her when she heard it. “I thought it was said in bad taste.” She continued and was careful to look at him sparingly, finding the intensity of his eyes too overwhelming.

Jacob raised his eyebrows. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said sardonically. “Should I have sung you a lullaby instead?” The unkind smile remained on his lips.

Daisy shook her head. She held her hands in front of her and twisted her fingers together as she often did when she felt nervous. The situation demanded that she retorted quickly and smartly at him, but she was uncertain she could meet the challenge. Jacob Seed was not to be toyed with, and she feared provoking his wrath. A tiny voice within her said that, for whatever reason, it seemed she had provoked it already. She tried to shoo the impish voice away.

“Jacob,” she said quietly. Looking at him now, half-concealed by darkness, it was hard to believe she’d ever known him as a young person. There was nothing recognisable about him. Only the blueness of his eyes, which was now lost to the darkness, could bring her back to the teenager he used to be. The angry boy next door with fiery hair and constantly red knuckles. The boy who protected his brothers with shaky fists, who was teased for his freckles. It devastated her to see how scarred the world had made him, how fate decreed that they would meet like this after all these years; as the ruiner and the ruined. It made her shiver to see the rigidity in his eyes, how unreflecting they were of the moonlight.

“I know what this is about,” she continued. “I am truly sorry for taking your animals. Really, I am. I didn’t mean to bother you,” she said whilst putting her arms around her frame, trying to contain the shivers that took hold of her body. Standing before someone like him, someone with so much authority and violence inscribed on his body, someone who was clearly unhappy with her, gripped her body with fear. Daisy couldn’t stop thinking of the dead bodies left to rot on Jacob’s borders, how mangled they were with barbed wire encircling their limbs. “You won’t hear of us or come across us again. I promise-” Her last words failed to leave her mouth as she struggled to get air into her lungs. “I promise,” she repeated with more strength. “We’ll disappear.”

There were people in this world who could ruin you. Truly destroy you; shatter your body and soul. Daisy knew Jacob could bring her so low as to become unrecognisable to her own self. As he had done to the countless people with the misfortune of crossing his path. Looking at his towering figure now, he seemed to gloat at her servile prostration. Daisy knew that against a personality like Jacob’s, it was best to just submit.

He did not respond; an uneasy silence hovered between the two as his eyes raked over her form.

“Ah, Daisy,” he said finally and shook his head like he was chiding her. It was a tone many people took with her over the years, as though they were about to bestow upon her a fundamental secret about how the world operated. As though she was silly for lacking ‘common sense,’ for having miraculously made it this far without knowing something quite basic about the natural order of things. It was patronising and filled her with dread.

“It’s not about that,” he said as his eyes hovered below her neckline and then rose to meet her eyes again. “I couldn’t give less of a shit about your animal rescue work. You really think your efforts made a difference to my operation?” The sound of his scoff made her flinch.

“It’s not your theft that offended me, but your weakness.” Scorn clouded his eyes as he looked into hers, and it made her burn with shame. He removed himself from the boulder he was leaning on and backed into the darkness where she could not see him. “This is about making you strong,” he called out and re-emerged with something heavy dragging behind him. When he stepped into the light again, Daisy saw a large cage. Within it lay Gregor, motionless and with faint scarlet marks staining his fur. Daisy drew a sharp breath upon seeing him.

“A pet is a dangerous thing to have in this world, Daisy. A dependent,” he said. He moved stepped into the moonlight and approached her. She could now see his whole face clearly. The dog tag on his chest glittered as the light fell on it, shimmering like a relic. “A parasite.” He spat the word out with bitter contempt. The hatefulness behind his words made the knot in her stomach harden. “This is about reminding you of your purpose. Looking after the weak is what holds us back. It’s what’s wrong with the modern world, this sickly part of us that needs to be cut out.”

Jacob pulled a large needle from his pocket and circled back to stand next to the cage.

“We are all tested in this life,” Jacob said. “I was, and so were Joseph and John. It’s not something anyone wants to do. It’s something you have to do. We each have to make our sacrifice and it’s been made very clear to me that you have yet to be initiated.” He paused and looked at her in a way that reminded Daisy of a death knell. “I’m doing this for your own good.”

“What are you doing?” Daisy asked and tried approaching the cage. Jacob put up his hand and she stopped. He opened the crate and pierced Gregor’s body roughly around the neck, injecting a green fluid into him. Gregor’s body spasmed as the needle entered and begun convulsing as Jacob closed the crate.

“What’s in that?” Daisy asked helplessly as Jacob suddenly unsheathed a knife from his belt. An air of villainy emanated from him as he held the naked blade in his hand with familiarity. Evidently, this was second nature to him.

“It’s time for your test,” he said simply and threw it at her feet. She flinched away from it instinctively. The blade shimmered beneath the moonlight like a small pool of water. The light was blinding as it shone in her eyes, making her feel like she was enveloped in an orb of holy light. She knew at that moment that there was nothing holy about Jacob, the very moon whispered it.

“Pick it up,” he commanded. “Now, Daisy. Pick it up,” he said with a grave voice and a fierce look in his eyes. The ferocity of his voice reminded her that Jacob was one of the destroyers of this world. She remembered when he was sent off to fight in the First Gulf War and how, upon his return, she could see that a part of his soul had been left behind in the desert. The war had unfurled a cruelty within him, and she realised at that moment that no amount of begging and pleading could soften the blow he was about to deliver. He was one of those people with a predestined path to destruction and chaos.

“Jacob, I don’t understand-” Daisy whimpered as she looked frantically between the knife and the cage, which Jacob kept his hand on. “What do you mean?”

Gregor’s eyes opened at that moment. They were a sickly shade of pale green, rather than their natural shade of honey. The colour of Bliss. A green blankness shrouded his vision, and he seemed alien to Daisy. He let out a deep growl and his body heaved as though he was struggling to breathe.

“Listen to me and pick up the knife.” Jacob snarled at her, looking at her shaking, incompetent hands. Daisy started to hyperventilate as Jacob opened the cage again. Gregor rose slowly, snapping his jaw like he was getting used to a new set of teeth. He looked bigger than usual and seemed to increase in size during the few moments it took him to emerge from the cage. Gregor showed no signs of recognition when he looked at her.

“This is your test. It’s you or him. Pick it up and make your sacrifice.” Jacob said and kicked the empty cage to the side. The crashing sound seemed to reverberate across the mountain planes, returning a deafening echo to Daisy’s ears. Despite Jacob being closer to Gregor, the wolfdog showed no interest in him. The Judges were biologically engineered, perhaps designed to avoid him, she realised.

Gregor and Daisy had spent the last several months in companionship, from morning to night. Together, they had hiked across regions and borders, fled from cultists, and made a home out of the scraps of any dump that was big enough for two. Now, he looked at her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. Months of memories and love were lost in an instant. All it took was one needle.

“He will want to kill you. Fight him, Daisy.” Jacob said but she could hardly hear anything. All she could think about was Gregor the moment she first came across him. An elderly dog with an injured paw, lying on the ground by a stream, waiting to die. And how glad he was when somebody finally cared enough to reach out to him.

“Buddy, it’s me,” she whispered and reached out with one of her hands. Gregor barked and snarled at her. Daisy had lost a lot since the Project at Eden’s Gate had begun. Perhaps this was the straw that broke the camel’s back for she fell to her knees and was at eye-level with Gregor.

“Change him back,” she pleaded to Jacob, who looked at her with an indescribable expression, something between sternness and concern. “Not him. Take anything else you want. But don’t take him.” She lost sight of her old friend as her vision blurred with hot tears.

“The only thing I want is your weakness. Take the damn knife.” Jacob said and clapped his hands, which caused Gregor to leap at Daisy.

[chizups]

Joseph x you

It's an opening part of my crossovered fanfic, the only part I want to share.

An almost shy kiss, but filled with restrained passion and a pinch of guilt, he placed on your lips carefully, as if afraid that he would be pushed back, hit hard in the face, driven away without ever being allowed to return and raise his eyes to meet yours once more.

- Forgive me, my angel...

- Why are you asking?

He tilted his face forward a little, with his sharp nose Joseph touched yours, and your glances met. You saw him almost timid, but yet desire burned inside his irises.

- My mind is filled with impure thoughts about you, your hands... your body.

- This is not very pious, oh, Father, - there was no devilish mockery in the light feminine smile, rather only awkwardness from how close you two were standing.

- The flesh is weak, dear, and mine has been yearning for your touch for many years, - in his smile, hopelessness and humility met, acceptance of the desire that he could not get rid of for quite some time even though he tried his best.

- If I said, - you almost whispered in response, - that this longing is not mutual, I would be lying to you.

Joseph took your hand, brought slender fingers to his lips and from there slowly traced a path with an angelic brush along his neck, chest, torso to the very bottom, where your fingertips rested against the thick fabric of his jeans...

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Skelly's Masterlist

Updated to include only fandoms I am actively writing in: Call of Duty, and Far Cry 5

All my fics can be found on AO3 as well. If you're here for the art you can search #skelly sketches (my art tag). All of my fics and art are oc and oc x canon based.

My two main ocs are: Kit Cross (FC5) and Rory Sinclair (COD: MW reboot)

Rory Character Profile

Kit Character Profile

** All fics considered 18+ - Minors DNI

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Ten Years Earlier... (18+ smut)

All Along the Watchtower (Complete)

Evening of Score (Complete)

Shadow Dance (Complete)

The Proposal (Complete)

My Head is Bloodied, But Unbowed (Ongoing)

Enjoy the Silence (18+ smut)

I'm Your Man (18+ smut)

Stay Awake With Me

The Beast in Me - Monster Hybrid AU (Kinktober 2024 smut)

American Beasts (Ongoing Fic)

Kakia (Herald/Role Swap AU - Ongoing Fic)

The Animal in Me (Werewolf AU) - *ON HIATUS*

Only You (Soulmate AU) - *ON HIATUS*

The Wolf and the Wildcat (Jacob Seed x Fem!OC)

Wind Me Up (18+ smut)

The Hunt (18+ smut)

The Game (18+ smut)

Prompt: "I told you to stay still" (18+ smut)

Prompt: "I think you lost your underwear somewhere" (18+ smut)

Adaptation (18+ smut)

House Broken (18+ smut)

Great Motivation (18+ smut)

Will to Power (18+ smut)

Reunion Kiss prompt

The Baptist and The Blade (John Seed x Fem!OC)

The Baptist and the Blade (18+ smut)

Just Say Yes (18+ smut)

Temptation (18+ smut)

Absolute Opposites Attract Absolutely (Staci Pratt x Fem!OC)

This is Love (18+ smut)

[lying-on-floors]

The Rye's and the Deputy

Nick was startled awake by a soft thud coming from downstairs. He grabbed his gun and made sure Kim and their daughter were safe before he headed down the stairs, his gun ready but he wasn't expecting to see what he did when he rounded that corner.

There she was, the "deputy," a 22 year old kid, her short hair greasy and her skin was dirty, probably from eating shit after jumping off of God knows what, yet here she was, on his couch, a can of corn and a beer on the coffee table.

"Hey, Dep."

She turned around and looked sheepish,

"Hey, Nicky. I, uh, Jimmied the window a bit, to get in," she stated almost casually, "b-but I'll, uh, fix it in the morning, before I do anything." She rushed out that last part, but Nick was already grabbing her extra pillows and a blanket from their closet.

"Here," he moved around the back of the couch and placed the pillows against the arm rest and he draped the blanket over the back.

"Take off your boots, and take a shower before you leave tomorrow," he placed his hands on his hips as he watched the deputy slip off her boots, "you know what, just stay for breakfast. Kim's gonna make pancakes." He smiled as the deputy made a little "ooh" sound. He helped her get more comfortable and asked if she needed anything else, she said no and they said goodnight.

Nick walked back up the stairs,

"False alarm, wife. Just the Deputy." He placed his gun on the bedside table and flopped back onto his side of the bed.

Kim laughed, "y'kno, we really ought'a get that girl a key."

Nick laughed, "yeah, it'll keep her from prying our windows open and breaking our damn house." His words may have sounded a bit harsh, but his tone was full of fondness, the deputy had become kind of a little sister to him over the few months that she's been in Hope County. No matter where she goes or what she does, she'll always have a place at their house.

(Wrote this at 5 am on no sleep, so cut me some slack if there's any mistakes or if it's lack-luster, I'm tired, lol.)

[megraen]

Before, I made reaction GIFs just for John, but I've decided to add all the siblings. The following are things I've said while writing my Farcry 5 fanfic

And as a bonus...

@alwayssunnyinedensgate got them done :D

[grimmylover7]

Exert from Chapter 1 - Chokehold

Smut: 18+ Only

She was up in the Whitetails for the morning, hunting for rabbits and deer to bring back for everyone. Staci had mentioned he hadn’t had fried deer steak before and at her demands that he was missing out on a damn good time, she’d set out that morning on a mission to correct that atrocity. It also gave her something to do on her day off rather than sit and stew in past pains. She’d already taken down several rabbits, the game tucked away in a cooler in her trunk but she’d yet to find a good buck to shoot. Just some fawns, a few doe’s; nothing she wanted for meat. 

With one last sip of her drink, she slid off the hood and grabbed her rifle, heading back into the brush, determined to find a suitable target. It took some patience and sharp hearing but eventually she stepped out from behind a tree to see a gorgeous buck grazing in a small clearing. At least a sixteen pointer with a quick glance at his antlers. She raised her rifle with a breath, aiming in a split second down the medium scope then pulling the trigger on the exhale. The buck went down gracefully, a clean shot right through the head taking it out quickly. 

She was almost to the kill when a quick movement off to her flank sounded in the brush. Under normal circumstances she would’ve ignored it, no worries to what could be shifting around in the bushes but when a low growl followed it? She tensed. Slowly, carefully, she turned to meet the eyes of a wolf prowled low to the earth, clearly stalking her by the way it bared back its maw to flash its fangs at her. She didn’t move for a moment, simply deciding whether killing it was a good option or if it would leave her alone. She’d wrestled with bears, bobcats and cougars, hell- she even had a particularly horrible nemesis of a wolverine that seemed to find her often. She didn’t have the heart to kill animals idly- only for food. Never for sport. 

The wolf seemed to be gaining the nerve to attack but rather than giving it the chance, she pulled her knife from her thigh holster, never letting her eyes leave the wolves as she stepped backwards towards the buck carcass. Without needing to see her hands, she carved her way through the flank of the deer, noting how the wolf ceased its snarling to instead watch her hands intently. Hungrily. The poor thing looked to be starving once it actually crept from the brush completely. With a huff, she tore off the meat from the back leg then shook it at the wolf to gain its attention from the bulk. 

“Alright. Here ya go.” She tossed the meat across the clearing, the wolf's ears perking up in excitement as it thudded against something unseen, “Now go on– get.” She shooed just as the wolf sprinted after the meat. 

The sound of ravenous chomping filled the quiet morning air a few seconds later, making her smile as she readied to carry the buck back to her Jeep. She was just finishing tying off the bindings when there was another rustle from the bushes, and she half expected the wolf to come traipsing out but instead she was met with a different sight. An unexpected one. 

A mountain of a man stepped from the shrubs instead, a bright red rifle slung over his shoulder and a pistol strapped to his thigh. His red hair, beard and deep inset eyes piercing in the early morning light. He looked as though he’d just glanced back to where the wolf had run to but stopped when his sight landed on her. In a matter of seconds, she realized two very important details as they stared each other down. 

One. He was former military, had to be with the faded army jacket over the bloodied shirt he was wearing. The boots, the knife at his thigh similar to her own. Even the rifle looked to be military grade but personalized. 

Two. His shirt was freshly bloodied. In such a way it looked like he’d been hit by something. 

Her eyes widened just slightly as a slow mortified sensation flooded her, gaining momentum when his eyes narrowed down at the buck at her feet, the missing flank chunk then back to her with a solid glare. It all happened in a matter of seconds but that was all it took– quick to tuck her knife away so she could wipe her hands off and stand to apologize. Not that she got the chance. 

“You make it a habit of hitting strangers with raw meat?” He groused, clearly analyzing her with the way his gaze scanned her from head to toe. Not in a man checking out a woman— more like a predator scoping out prey if she was being specific. The attempt to unnerve her paled in comparison to her struggle to not crack up at what she’d done to him. 

“No. Gotta say, you’re the first…” She tried valiantly not to grin, biting her bottom lip just slightly as his gaze fell flat at her. Unimpressed but thankfully not pissed like she worried. 

“Not even remorseful about it either.” He shook his head, a twitch of a smirk showing behind that beard of his making her huff out a short laugh she tried to cover up. 

“Shit. Nope. You caught me-- I am sorry though just… fuck, of all the places you could’ve been you were really in a bad spot.” She snorted. 

“No regrets you launched a wolf at me then?”

She wanted to say yes. To apologize for that too but instead she made a point to look him over, all 6’2 of him with obvious muscle and hands that clearly held his guns often. He was scarred enough to show he’d been through some shit too, definitely worse than a measly wolf jumping him in the shrubs. Instead, she smirked out right. 

“Hmm...nah. You look like you can handle yourself.” 

He let out a bark of a laugh at that then, the two of them sharing a moment between strangers that had her feeling warmer in the chilly morning air. With a chuckled agreement, he was sauntering back his own way through the woods, the two of them exchanging a simple goodbye leaving her to finish with her morning hunting. 

Yeah. She was definitely enjoying Hope County. 

Another month went by, instances passing with her, Victor, Joey and Staci managing to have all sorts of wild times between the four of them with only Whitehorse to give a shake of his head at their antics. Between getting to catch up with Victor, settling into her new home and enjoying her new job, Rook felt more alive than she had in ages. Even more so when she went out hunting and seemingly always stumbled across the same giant mountain man she’d decidedly labeled “lumberjack”. Every so often when she was out, there he was too, the same red rifle taking out his own kills or meandering the woods like a predator himself.

At first, they had yet to share more than a few simple words between them on occasion, but somehow that was more than enough to get a feel for who he was. 

“Ah I see you’re still here.” She hummed, stumbling upon him first this time.

“Foods not gonna put itself on the table.” 

“True that.”

“I saw that shot from across the field. Nice.” He said in passing, already traipsing through with his own kill.

“Thanks. Woah, damn that’s a big buck.”

“Yeah, got him just a bit ago. Gotta get him back to my truck.”

“Trying to one up me, lumberjack?”

“Ha, not much to take on, shortstack.” 

Their most recent run-in had changed things though, the moment happening while she was out and about on the eastern border where the Henbane brushed with the Whitetails. 

She’d just managed to find a good lookout point when out of nowhere her arch nemesis of a wolverine found her and went on the attack immediately. She was so surprised she’d yelped and been barreled over by the damned thing, rolling through the bushes wildly to try and wrangle the beast. 

Several scratches and attempted bites later, she had the bastard by the scruff and front legs, holding him away with a scowl on her face as she trudged through the trees to a clearing. Her breaths were heavy in an attempt to simmer down her anger at the little fucker so she didn’t strangle it, but also to focus so she could keep a firm grip, so it didn’t escape. Needless to say, she was far more keyed up than she should’ve been that early in the morning, causing her to snap. Just a little. At a Wolverine no less. 

“Look here you angry little shit— I don’t appreciate you stalking me, attacking me! Go fuck with someone else!” She hissed, shaking the vermin threateningly and about to scold it some more until someone cleared their throat behind her. 

“Huh… Can’t say I’ve ever seen someone get after a wolverine before… Or catch one like that.” Lumberjack was back, deep voice filling the air along with a hearty chuckle that had her turning just enough to glare at him too. 

“This little bastard has been after me since I moved here. He even followed me up from Holland Valley just to jump me today!” She scowled, shooting her fierce gaze back at the hissing beast. 

“How do you know it’s the same one…? They’re all pretty rabid.” The man snorted, coming closer to inspect the creature at her side. 

“You see the scar on the top of his head? That was from me. I got him with a rock the first time we crossed paths.” Rook’s glare simmered down a little more after that and the Wolverine seemed to follow, realizing it was not going anywhere in her firm hold and would have to bide it’s time to escape. Lumberjack let out a low whistle. 

“Well damn, how many times has he come after you?” Their eyes met, her face flushing just the slightest from his pale gaze. Up close he was quite a looker past the menacing look he displayed but she wasn’t about to start thinking that train of thought. Not this early in the morning anyways, and certainly not with a damn pest in her hands. 

“This is the eighth time.” She grumbled. 

“Why not just kill it then? Would save you the trouble.” The man shrugged, eyeing the creature blankly without a hint of fear normal people would show for such a thing. She shared that sentiment. She wasn’t quite normal herself either and wasn’t the slightest bit phased by rabid animals in the forest. She’d throw down with a moose if she had to, without batting an eye. There were just some strange things you had to accept in life.

“Despite what the military trains us to believe, sometimes there’s better answers than killing an enemy.” She sighed, shooting the thing a petulant look. She didn’t know what that better answer was, per se, but she hoped she found it before she cracked the fuckers head open. 

Lumberjack remained silent, merely regarding her intently in a way that had her flush creeping its way down her neck and chest. She didn’t want to acknowledge that though so instead, she tightened her hold before moving away, readying herself to give a tight spin before launching the wolverine several yards away into the far trees and field, where it would hopefully fuck off for a while. The noise it made as it flew through the air had her positive that it may just finally do that– a high pitched screech that left her and lumberjack shooting each other scrunched looks for a long moment. They were bursting into loud laughter in seconds, never having heard such a noise from an animal but it also wasn’t everyday Rook decided to launch one either. 

That was as good an icebreaker as any and had somehow led to them walking together, despite still hunting their own prey. Not that she minded. She didn’t even know his name, but it felt comfortable around him, easy to talk to even though he was blunt and sarcastic, meeting her own quips head-to-head. 

They wandered all over together that morning, exchanging hunting stories, shooting game together and shit talking about each other's shooting skills when they’d seen the other up close. He was damn good with a rifle. She wasn’t even confident on who the better marksmen was at that point but she didn’t rightfully care, only interested in seeing more of it. The way he pressed the butt of the gun to his shoulder, one eye sliding shut to gaze down the scope. The same breathe in, aim, exhale, shoot she learned reflected in his shots but just a slight bit faster. It was definitely just the method, not the look of his face and how handsome he was while in the zone. Handsome in a burly, rugged sort of sense too, which was right in line with the kind of man she’d learned was her type (aka the opposite of the kind of man her ex-husband was). Plenty of times he’d caught her staring when it happened, but she’d tried her best to act like it was nothing; even more so when she noticed his intense gaze mimicking her own when she went to shoot her marks. 

By the time noon hit, they were making their way back to where her Jeep sat parked, strands of conies bundled in their hands and a buck over his shoulder that she’d killed before he could pop off the shot first. She’d agreed to split it though, just because the look he’d shot her when she teased him was so worth it. 

“Bet you don’t even know how to skin a deer properly, shortstack. Can you even reach it when it’s strung up?” He snarked, clearly taunting her right back in a way that had her rolling her eyes at him. 

“Been doing it since I was five, lumberjack. Probably can do it better than you.” She threw back, leading the way to the trunk of her Jeep, him hot on her heels. 

“That a challenge?” He gruffed.

His voice had gone deeper, rolling low in her ears and gut, making her head spiral. Jesus– she hadn’t had urges like the ones he gave her since she was nineteen. Shaking it off, she glanced back with a coy look, brow twitching up just enough to make it clear she was still teasing. 

“Why? Wanna get your ass handed to you?”

There was a tension in the air that followed her words, bubbling under the surface as he dropped the buck onto the tailgate along with his strands of rabbits. She set her own down too, merely busying herself with the motions of getting stuff loaded up but actively feeling his heated gaze on her the whole time. Simmering. Heating her up from the inside. The chilly morning air did nothing to tame the heat that rushed her cheeks, hoping it just seemed brought on by the hiking and not by him. He must’ve been able to read her better than she thought. 

“You’re a mouthy brat, aren’t you?” He rumbled, somewhere just behind her right ear. The growl to his voice had her core fluttering wildly, breath catching just the slightest. She wasn’t sure if he was just commenting or… flirting. The only way to find out was to test the waters but fuck she hadn’t flirted since she was a teenager. Ever since the horrible mistake that had landed her with, she hadn’t dated since– too much trauma, too much sadness to think about it– but here? Now? She could want for it now. 

“Always… Got a problem with it?” Her voice was breathy, glancing over her shoulder just slightly to eye him. Sharp blue eyes were waiting to find her gaze, intense and heated as they observed her. 

“Oh no... I’m skilled at taming wild animals, you’d be no different.” He murmured, closing in on her just enough that she could feel him at her back, pressing her to the tailgate. Testing the waters too. Inching ever so slightly into the mood they were making. 

“I’d love to see that.” She huffed, on the edge of a soft laugh but it died in her throat as he pressed into her fully, trapping her against the trunk and allowing her to feel every inch of him at her back. All hard edges and muscle, solid and big, encasing her form and making her breath hitch out of her chest. Fuck. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this wet, if ever, nor the last time she’d had sex, but her libido was on overdrive at the feel of him. She didn’t even know his goddamn name but couldn’t care less, just knowing she had a giant lumberjack behind her, and he was definitely interested in her climbing him like a tree. 

Which... is exactly what she did. 

She’d yanked him into the backseat of her Jeep the second he kissed her, both fumbling into the other like starved teens. There wasn’t even time to completely strip– just feral grinding and hands tugging at clothes impatiently. Her tank top was pushed down just below her breasts, bra unclasped by quick fingers then tossed while his jacket was shucked off and his jeans and belt undone with her own nimble touch. It was completely rushed and crazy, but she felt she’d earned such a wild spur of the moment tryst after all this time so, she went with it. Especially when it meant she got to enjoy him fingering her skillfully to her first orgasm in ages. Then a second when she got his pants down just far enough to ride him like her life depended on it. To say it was a good ride would be blasphemous. He’d rocked her entire world (and her poor Jeep) that day. Grabbed her by the hair, fucked her silly on his stupidly thick dick and praised her through the whole thing in a way that had her thighs quaking for days afterwards. Or maybe that was thanks to the second round, when he’d flipped her to the side and fucked her into the seat with deep punishing thrusts that had her seeing stars and howling for the whole woods to hear her. Every inch of skin he’d had access to had been left in bites and bruises, no part of her chest spared leaving her with plenty of good memories to keep that flutter going. 

Whatever the case, he’d added an even brighter warmth to her new life, and it seemed like the hell of her past was finally letting her go up in the north. She warmed at the memory from two days prior, the last part of their meeting being the highlight really. 

“I think I’ll take your word on those skills, lumberjack.” She’d panted, still trying to get her wits about herself while he nipped at her neck with a soft hum. 

“Jacob.” He rumbled, pressing his nose into her neck almost like a nuzzle that had her melting into mush. 

“Mm pleasure to see you in action, Jacob.” She said cheekily, enjoying the way he pulled back to shoot her a heated look. 

“You got a name, shortstack?” He huffed, nipping at her bottom lip before kissing her a few more times to leave her dazed and unfocused. 

“Call me Rook.” 

She melted a little more into her seat. Life was finally starting to go well for her. "

[only-you-and-you-alone]

Confessions and Constellations

Characters: Matthew Mark Evans (OC), Faith Seed

Genre: fluff

Words: 874

Warnings: none

Note: this is the first time I share something I wrote and a huge thanks to dear @peggiepratt for encouraging me🫶

If somebody told Matt he would end up in a warzone, he would have laughed at them. But he has been living in it for weeks now, and nothing surprised him at this point.

The night crawled in like a wolf, waiting for its prey. Stars were out, shining through the dark blue sky.

He was all alone with her again. Faith Seed. To him, she wasn't Faith anymore. Ever since he discovered the truth, he called her Rachel. She kept scolding her for it, but Matt didn't mind it.

“Your name is Rachel. Imagine how many nicknames that name can get you.” Matt argued with her

“Honestly, that just makes me cling to Faith more.” she answered deadpan, making Matt chuckle. He liked her sarcastic, ‘tired-of-your-bullshit-but-don't-stop’ humor.

These arguments of theirs looked like they were expecting. When this thought hit him, Matt nervously just pushed it away. Them, arguing about BABY NAMES? Oh, hell no. When he thought more in a conversation, he was already dead. He was in love.

Silence sat between them like an annoying ghost. Matt sat in his signature sitting: one knee up, other rests. He was playing with the grass he kept gathering as they talked. She was sitting on his jacket, legs curled up. Then he cleared his throat.

“Hey, Rachel! Remember when I promised you I'd show you some constellations?” He asked. Rachel nodded.

“Well, I suppose you heard about the Big Dipper. You know where it is?”

Rachel's face turned softer than before.

“I know what it is, but I never found it.” She almost whispered

Matt's jaw dropped.

“The Big Di- okay, okay. Fine. I can show you.” He shrugged his shoulders “If you look up at this height, you can clearly see it. It's quite big, almost impossible to miss the Big boy.”

“How do you know if it's a boy?” She asked, making Matt roll his eyes

“Then girl.” He smiled under his nose.

“Okay, so, there?” She pointed in a different direction.

“Nope, but you found the Polaris.”

“Which is…?”

Matt gave her an unbelievable look.

“The North Star! Come on, you even know what the Big Dipper looks like?” He asked her in a teasing voice

“Well… like the Big Dipper?”

Matt shook his head.

“I usually compare it to a shopping cart. You… you've seen a shopping cart, right? Like, you go shopping in the cult, don't you?”

Rachel punched him on the shoulder playfully

“You mule!” She giggled

“Fine, fine, sorry! I was kidding.” He apologized

“It's okay. You're lucky I like you and your strange sense of humor.” She replied, making Matt's stomach grow small as a tennis ball.

“Yeah, alright. So, like, can you see it now?!” He looked at her as she was still looking for the constellation.

“Alright, girl, let me show you.” he said as he looked for a stick “I'll help you, let me draw it for you” he grabbed a nearby stick, and waved to her to look at the dirt.

“So, this bad boy, OR girl is Dubhe. He or she is one of the key stars that make the Dipper. And this is Merak.” He explained as he drew two points under each other in the dirt. Rachel kept nodding, like he was tutoring her from Maths.

“So that's what the Dipper looks like. See? Like a shopping cart from Walmart.” He looked her in the eyes with a smile. He was proud of himself for finally using his star and constellation knowledge.

“So like this. Okay, got it.” She nodded again, and her eyes moved on to the sky from Matt.

He watched her, she was full of curiosity and excitement. She didn't just act like she cared about Matt's ridiculous hobbies: that was real. Just like… like whatever was going on between them.

“Found it?” He broke silence.

“No.” She answered

“Alright.” He said and sat closer to her. She smelled like flowers and something that made Matt feel calmer than he ever was. He had to keep himself together, he didn't want to let her know what her presence and closeness did to him. It was something Matt didn't quite understand yet – he just felt close to find out.

“Okay, now, see my finger?” He held his right hand high, using his left arm to keep himself from falling over.

“Yes, I see it, Matt.” She laughed

“No laughing in class, miss Seed!” He scolded her in a friendly, goofy way.

“Sorry, sir!” She played along

“Okay, thank you. So, watch my fingertip. Follow it with your gaze.” He told her what to do, and checked if she listened. She did. “Can you see Merak?” He asked, and Rachel gasped.

“Oh, now I see it all!” She said

“See? I told you you could.” He looked at her, and she turned her face towards his. There were some inches between their faces.

Matt's heartbeat could have been heard all around Hope County.

“I… I think I'm in love with you.” He confessed first silently.

“You really shouldn't be.” She shook her head

“Neither should you.” He answered

“Who said I am?” She asked him, her eyes on his lips already.

“I don't think you have to say it.” He said after a big swallow.

Then they both moved forward. Matt forgot how to think; he just acted.

When his lips met hers, Matt's brain felt like an atomic bomb exploding: so loud, full of heat, and a strong bowshock.

He held her waist, while she clinged in his neck.

He really couldn't tell how long it had been, but didn't want it to end yet. When this ran through his head, he held on to her tighter, showing he doesn't want it to be over. It was so gentle, so peaceful. Something Matt really missed from his life.

But eventually it was. When their eyes met again, their smiles were untouchable.

“I love you too, you mule.” She whispered, but Matt saw her vanishing again.

“Dear butterfly…” Matt mumbled to himself as he watched her disappear.

[noodlecupcakes]

Salvation - Chapter 3

The stupid link thing on Tumblr isn't working right now so you can find the chapter here.

Tabitha Murphy and her partner, Mikey are looking to escape the past, looking for a place to call home and a place where they will be accepted. Their last resort is Hope County's Project Eden where they meet Joseph Seed. Joseph wants to help Tabitha overcome her past and her demons, but perhaps his motivations aren't the most noble.

This fic has now begun the rewrite process, all previous parts have been deleted and the first chapter of the rewrite has now been uploaded.

Maybe tagging a few friends if they dont mind, @cassietrn, @simplegenius042, @g0dspeeed, @la-grosse-patate, @josephseedismyfather, @3llisarts

Art is by the amazing, wonderful and talented @redreart

[deputylightning19]

I am preaching to the choir when I say @redreart is an AMAZING artist!! I cannot recommend her enough!! This is from a scene in a fanfic that I started awhile back and I'm determined to finish!

"P-Please......." Rook whispered, his eyes hooded in a longing look."

"What was that?" Jacob mockingly asked, as his hand went back to...."

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Vincere Aut Mori / Conquer or Die (chapter 3), 1.6k words

Chapter summary: All four Seeds attend a meeting and John stays behind to speak with Jacob. Jacob worries about the threat the Deputy poses to John but, to Jacob's irritation, John seems interested in something quite different. Fic summary: Jacob Seed crosses paths with an old neighbour and her presence starts to unravel the fragile bond between him and John. With visions of the brother's death, Daisy resists the Project any way she can. But once Jacob notices she's in his region, he will stop at nothing to get her to submit.

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“I heard your message on the radio, Jacob.”

The night was dark with a sky of luminous stars glistening their white, red and blue colours. A night where one felt the slow steps of winter approaching. The chill cut through the skin and Montanans across the state complained about needing to wear coats again after dark. Vapour droplets clung to the roof of cars and on the stems of grass, wetting Jacob’s boots as he leaned against Joseph’s church. It was another evening of sermons from his younger brother and updated reports on the regions. Once every blue moon, Joseph would arrange for a meeting at his church under the cover of the night. Faith’s bliss farms and the Deputy’s rambles were on top of their action list, but Jacob found himself staring at the darkness beyond the window for most of the meeting. When it was all over, he took a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket with relief and watched as the smoke swirled at the lit end. Unusually, his brother John stood next to him, despite Joseph having forbidden his contact with nicotine.

“I didn’t realise you were on the channel,” said Jacob and inhaled the smoke deeply. It was the kind of inhale a seasoned smoker breathed deep into their core, bringing the nicotine to every corner of their lungs.

“It sounded like it was meant for someone. Did you have an audience in mind?” John stared up at the stars and then turned his head towards his older brother. The gesture reminded Jacob of when they were younger, out in the backyard and he exhaled the memory out with the smoke.

“Yes, I did.” He said.

After an interval, his younger brother spoke again. “I would appreciate it if you shared.”

Jacob tensed his jaw in slight irritation. John was being what he always was – nosey. Jacob held a silence for some moments and spoke slowly.

“Do you remember Daisy from down the street? When we lived at the old house.”

“Daisy Williams. The only child?”

“Yes,” said Jacob.

John made a noise of surprise. “Yes, yes. I remember. Odd little thing. Don’t tell me she’s still around?”

Jacob flickered ash from the end of his cigarette. “She’s been doing some damage and I wanted to send a message, that’s all.”

“She’s not affiliated with any resistance, I don’t think.” Said John. “We’re using her old house as a storage unit – do you remember that old dump? Maybe she’s still upset about that,” he said with a low chuckle.

Jacob chose to say nothing and just stood with his arms crossed. It was getting late and John’s trip back would be long, yet he chose to hover for some reason.

“Did you tell Joseph? I noticed he was looking at you often,” said John and Jacob found himself irritated by the conversation. After spending so many years apart, Jacob found it difficult to adjust to brotherly relations. John often sought attention, as younger siblings tend to do, but Jacob couldn’t find the warmth in him to reciprocate. Duty to protect, yes. Desire to chitchat after hours, not quite. Despite being brothers, their temperaments and interests were distinctly different.

“I can never tell what Joseph’s thinking,” returned Jacob and snubbed the cigarette on the wall behind him. “I think he was more concerned with the Deputy. Do you need me to come down there and sort things out?”

“No, no. Everything is under control,” John said quickly. “She’s only damaged an outpost or two and some petty silos. My people are on it.”

“Are you sure?” Jacob turned to look at his younger brother for the first time this evening. All three of the Seed brothers had blue eyes but John’s were the darkest – an oceanic shade like their mother’s. Jacob thought back to what Daisy had said about John and the Deputy. It made his blood run cold. “You know it’s no trouble for me. I can have her dead before you know it.”

John’s gaze faltered as he turned to look at his feet. “It’s okay, Jacob. Really.”

The intensity of Jacob’s eyes often unnerved John. Jacob couldn’t help but wonder if it was because John saw someone else in his features.

“I’ll give you some time to deal with it. But if it doesn’t get better, I’ll have to step in.” Jacob said and offered a cigarette to his brother.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said but John had already pushed it away.

“He’ll know,” he said quietly, not needing to clarify whom he was referring to. “And I don’t need that stuff anymore. The Lord’s compassion is all I need.” Jacob wasn’t convinced but he didn’t raise his concerns.

He knew John struggled with his…urges. Only Joseph knew what that really meant but despite all the praying and repenting and fighting, Jacob knew his brother had never truly escaped the chains of addiction. For some people, ‘coming along’ was a constant process with no finishing line. John was one of them.

The church’s door opened, and Faith appeared with her escort. It wasn’t often that Faith moved beyond her region’s borders and when she did, she had to be driven to and from by Joseph’s assistants. She looked at Jacob and John and waved goodbye as she walked to the vehicle. She asserted it was because she never learnt to drive, but Jacob knew it was because she was too high on bliss.

Jacob waited until she was gone. “You know, I forget which one she is.” He mused expecting John to reciprocate.

“There’s only one Faith, Jacob.” It was too late, the righteous mask had gone up. That’s what he gets for trying to be friendly. “I went to school with Daisy, you know.”

Jacob felt his body tense up. “Oh, really?” He said disinterestedly, hoping John would drop the subject; he was in no mood for a trip down memory lane.

“Yeah, middle school and we took the same bus every day. Such a skittish girl. I’d completely forgotten her until you mentioned her. I haven’t seen her once since, you know. Despite her living in Hope County and all. Does that make me a bad herald?” He laughed with a ghostly smile on his lips and his eyes glistened with that manic look he sometimes got. It made Jacob’s stomach turn.

John continued. “Did she kill one of your people? I can’t imagine her doing something so serious.”

Jacob shook his head. “You’ve got your hands full with the Deputy. I’m sure Daisy’s not on your list of priorities,” he said and motioned towards their vehicles.

“We can never be too careful, can we?” Said John and followed him. Jacob entered his truck and waited for his brother to make a U-turn. The moon was beginning to fill again and it cast a luminous light upon everything.

John pulled up to Jacob’s window as their cars faced opposite directions. The younger was heading south and the elder to the north. It would be some time till they saw each other again; it was inconvenient (and dangerous) to have all four Seeds in one place. Jacob vowed to do something about the Deputy if the issue persisted next time.

“Tell you what, Jacob. You kill the Deputy and I’ll get Daisy. She’s from my region, after all. I should be putting my people in their place, shouldn’t I? I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Until next time, brother.” He said and sped off before Jacob got the chance to speak.

“Always needs to have the final word,” Jacob mumbled to himself and shifted gears. He watched from his mirror as John’s car sped off into the night and the church got smaller and smaller until it was lost on the horizon.

It was a long drive back through dirt roads and coming across the occasional cult member or barricade. People always made a fuss upon seeing a vehicle on the road and Jacob loved to see their faces contort with fear once they saw him behind the wheel. Other cars steered clear of his path and even animals seemed determined to avoid him. The drive back was peaceful, he drove with the windows down and felt the cool relief of the wind mixed with the faint fragrance of night flowers.

Once in a while, he would gaze at the mountains in the distance and wonder if Daisy was holed up in one of them. It was very possible she lived in a cave, maybe even a prepper’s stash. When he thought of Daisy now, John came to his mind. The glistening look in his wide eyes and his final words unnerved him more than he liked. Low in his stomach lurked the odd feeling that he’d given bait to a ravenous dog.

Later, when he’d reached his compound and retired for the night, Jacob thought back to his exchange with John and what he’d said about Daisy. It was discomforting, the way John’s eyes flashed with glee at the thought of finding her. He shouldn’t have been surprised that John remembered her – he was the same age as Daisy, after all. It was what lurked in his eyes that concerned Jacob, how fixated they could become on someone and how rare it was for John to let go of something he desired.

As Jacob drifted to sleep, he thought of Daisy with her large eyes and long hair. She was slightly other in character and in form. With the length of her hair, a pagan air clung to her, as though she was of a slightly variant species. Something closer to the natural world than other people. It was something involuntary; Jacob remembered how unwell her presence mixed with others, and it was something she was painfully aware of. Jacob’s mind kept returning to the surrender in her eyes, the way she acquiesced her defeat to him. And how much he would hate for John to see what Daisy’s eyes looked like when they were pleading, how undeserving his brother was of seeing her beg for mercy.

Note: This is my favourite chapter so far - the Seed brothers interact! I loved writing them together so they'll be more chapters of the Seed brothers in the future <3

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so…. what if… I like…. Told yall….. a sequel to guns and lipstick… is in the works….? and also…. A far cry 5 fanfic is in the works as well….. teehee yall getting fed which one yall want first???