#female deputy x deputy hudson

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2 for 1 chapters this time around!!

Chapter 26: The Lord Himself Goes Before You and Will Be With You   &   Chapter 27: Hope as an Anchor for the Soul, Firm and Secure    

Chapters: 27/? Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed Characters: Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed, Cameron Burke, Earl Whitehorse, Mary May Fairgrave, Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Grace Armstrong, Jerome Jeffries, John Seed, Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Virgil Minkler, Hurk Drubman Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Adelaide Drubman, Joey Hudson, Peaches (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer, Wheaty (Far Cry), Jess Black, Original Male Character(s), Project at Eden's Gate | Peggies, Tammy Barnes Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Cults, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Swearing, Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Animal Attack, Threats, Threats of Violence, The Seeds are Their Own Warning, Stabbing, Knives, Guns, Shooting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hallucinations, Sexual Humor, Sexually Suggestive Dialogue, Kidnapping, Blood and Violence, More Biblical References to Lions Than You Can Shake a Stick at, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Not Canon Compliant, Past Child Abuse, Deputy Joins the Cult, Social Darwinism, Obsession, Flashbacks, Enemies to Lovers, Physical Abuse, Hand Feeding, Smut, Internalized Misogyny, Hurt/Comfort, arrow wounds, Menstruation, Coercion, Manipulation, Bloodplay Summary: 

ch. 26 - Kit has a bad reaction to the Bliss and to seeing the angel, and must find some peace in a cabin in the woods 

ch. 27 - Kit flies back to the Valley, needing a change of venue from the mountain and the stresses she'd been under

[direwombat]

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⛑ - Some tender first-aid + some sybjoey! thank you so much for sending this in!

“You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself, Syb,” Joey says, pulling a curved needle through Sybille’s skin to stitch up a bullet wound in her shoulder.

Sybille is sitting on one of the many mattresses in Jerome’s church while Joey kneels in front of her. A first aid kit rests beside them. She’d been rushed back to Falls End from the fertilizer plant after getting shot and promptly losing consciousness. She’d awoken on the way, bleeding in the back of Grace’s Jeep with her mouth fuzzy from trace amounts of Bliss. And while she had insisted she was fine, neither Grace nor Jess were eager to take their chances. 

“To be fair, this particular bullet wound is Peggie handiwork,” Sybille responds. “Besides, it looks worse than it actually is.”

Joey looks unconvinced. “Y’know, one of these days you’re gonna get shot and that won’t be the case.”

“Well, when that happens, I guess I won’t really have anything left to worry about,” she shrugs. It comes out breezy. Flippant. Her humor stands soundly on the gallows, fully aware of the noose around her neck. 

But Joey isn’t laughing. 

She pauses her sewing to give Sybille a concerned look. A frown tugs at her mouth and her brows knit together, wearing in worry lines she didn’t have the night of the arrest. “Syb…” she says with just the barest hints of exasperation. 

Guilt pangs in Sybille’s gut. Right. They’ve talked about this. The fatalistic jokes they used to indulge in hit a little too close to home now — especially considering just how many times she nearly died and Joey hadn’t been able to do anything to help. 

Sometimes she forgets that although Joey was a soldier, much like her, they aren’t quite fighting the same fight. She’s out in the field, leading the troops and taking fire while Joey is stuck in the med-tent after spending time as a POW. 

Their experiences in this war are very different. 

“Right,” she says. “Sorry.”

Joey shakes her head and resumes stitching her up. “It’s not your fault,” she says, but her mouth twists in a way that suggests she’s holding something back. 

“But?” Sybille prods.

“But nothing, it’s just —” Joey sighs. She looks up at her with massive, shimmering dark brown eyes. “You know I care about you, right? I worry about you. Every time you leave Falls End I wonder if it’s the last time I’ll see you again and —”

Sybille lifts a hand to cradle Joey’s cheek. “Hey,” she says gently. “I will always come back for you, okay?”

“You don’t—”

“Joey, listen to me,” she continues. “I have been tortured, shot, and blown up all before this shit started. There ain’t nothin' the cult can throw at me that I ain’t already lived through. We’ll get through this. John’s dead and I promise you, I will send every last one of that damn family to Hell.” She strokes her thumb over Joey’s cheek. “We’ll be okay,” she says softly. 

Joey’s eyes fall shut, her fingers wrapping around Sybille’s wrist. She nuzzles into her palm and nods. “We’ll be okay,” she repeats. “We’ll be okay.”

If they say it often enough, maybe someday they’ll start to believe it. But for now, they lie, if only because it’s sweeter and more palatable than the bitter truth they’re both agonizingly aware of.

[gaqalesqua]

Two survivors of the hell that is Hope County end up having dinner together. And during dessert, Jacob Seed makes a call.

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CRIMSON.

JOHN SEED X FEMALE DEPUTY

Sort of a dump, I was really debating on just publishing this as a WIP but I was halfway through the smut and decided to just finish it. Not my best, but I tried to go for a more canon accurate John, which means he’s a major freak in this sorry :/

I mentioned it in the fic but didn’t go too deep, I kinda love toying with the idea of a more selfish deputy - humanizing them. If I were to ever write a longer fic with more of an oc-ized version of the deputy would anyone read? Let me know.

I probably won’t post about John Seed or FC5 for a little while after this. I have ideas for a Black Noir (my bbg) fic and then a Father Paul Hill one from Midnight Mass cause I love religious trauma as y’all can tell. I do also like indoctrinated!deputy so maybe maybe eventually I write about that.

2.7k words

content warnings: mentions of cutting into flesh. smut — dubcon, choking, blood play (John being a freak sorry), dryhumping, oral (m receiving), fingering, debauchery in a house of God.

She should’ve known from the start, when the crackle of her radio sounded, interjecting her music with his voice; that this request was nothing but trouble. But rage had blinded her, wrath seeped into every pore in her body, selfishness.

It was never the Deputy’s plan to become the symbol for the resistance, even after the blades of the helicopter stopped, and smoke and fire billowed out from the engine. Even after Dutch saved her and enlisted her help, and despite the stories from countless other resistance members, she only really had one prerogative; save her friends. 

Hudson, Pratt, Whitehorse. Trapped in the claws of the cult, it was her duty to get them back, and despite the help she had been giving to the resistance, those were the only three people she cared about.

He knew this, stalking her like a cat preparing to pounce, he watched every facet of her life from the moment she ventured into Holland Valley that he could. A selfish little thing, ripe for his obsession.

John Seed was a proud man, bold and brave as he had so eloquently begged Jacob to put in his song. His pedestal as a Herald inflated his ego, the knowledge that without him Eden’s Gate wouldn’t have prospered nearly as much fueled his narcissism, which is why he surrounded himself with only the peggies who would do anything for him.

He isn’t sure whether new members are supposed to pledge their lives to him and the cult, but it sounds so sweet when the floor pools with the blood of their atonement and he coaxes those little words from his new followers' lips. His tongue is coated in silver, he loves this new power, and she threatens to take that from him.

He knew she wouldn’t be as proactive if he crooned to her that he had a resistance member or two, and she would swing in guns blazing if he claimed to have Hudson right beside him. So, instead he played on her curiosity, that little nudge in the back of her mind that forced her to seek him out whenever he called. Like a moth to a flame.

“Fuck you, Seed!” Voice so filled with venom it might’ve burned a hole in the floor, he tilted his head at her profanity, a sadistic grin playing on his face.

Hope County was filled with little white churches, chapels with steeples that attempted to reach to the heavens above. She assumed they were much more lively before, now most were barren except on Sundays, when the peggies who could not fit onto Joseph’s compound would listen to him under random roofs of God.

This. He chose to be under the white ceiling specifically, to call her into the thing she had been fighting against. To hear her screams echo against the chipped painting that decorated the walls, for her blood to be stained on the old wooden floorboards.

Curiosity killed the cat. She was stupid enough to venture into his trap, falling to the ground when hit hard enough over the head, and now she was stupid enough to attempt to fight off the peggies that held either arm.

“Such profanity. You’re in a house of God, Deputy, mind your tongue.” He scolded her as if she was a misbehaving child, as if everything she had ever done could be chalked up to that. A spoiled rotten brat.

His fingers danced over the tools he had brought with him, his trusty tattoo gun being at the top, but an assortment of knives he also deemed fit for this occasion. Oh, the blood she would spill for him, he became giddy at the thought.

“Get off of me-! Woah woah woah- hey stop!” Yelping, she still attempted to fight off the peggies that held her arms, she shied away when he advanced toward her, tattoo gun in his hands. He had tried this before, she knew what he was doing.

“No one here to help you now, Wrath. Don’t try and fight, your atonement will hurt much less if you cooperate.” He was too calm for this situation, a practiced art he had been through hundreds of times. It was a skill, making people spill their most intimate secrets, a skill he had perfected.

The Deputy was a fighter, through and through, though John could understand Jacobs words. She was weak without her companions, without pastor Jerome stealing her from her atonement, or Nick Rye strafing his armed convoy, she was nothing now - and it was almost endearing to him.

With her hands bound, she resorted to spitting that same venom that she held in her words, marking his perfect face with her saliva. He grimaced, wiping it off his cheek before it trailed down to his beard, pretty blue eyes flashing with that same bloodlust that dictated his every waking moment.

It was shocking to even the peggies that held her when he grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the ground and straddling her hips. His hands shook with anger - the same wrath that he deemed consumed her now making an appearance in himself. Two sides of the same coin, two heads of a snake.

Her head ached now, body feeling as though it was echoing. A second blow to the back of her head that surely would’ve knocked her out if the pain of his tattoo gun wasn’t keeping her grounded. She didn’t know how fast he had ripped her shirt, or how long it would take for him to carve her skin, but she was reduced to pained whines and pleas for him to stop.

And he relished in the noises she made. The blood that covered his hands and trickled down her chest wasn’t an unusual sight for the herald - but her being the one under him made it all the more exciting. His Deputy, his wrath, his perfect rival. The peggies that stood above him now didn’t matter, and what are they to him anyways? Expendable followers he could use, the Deputy was everything.

“Yes yes, c’mon, keep pleading…” How could he help it? Her eyes half lidded as she looked up at him, hands no longer bound by the peggies now loosely grabbing the wrist that held the tattoo gun in an attempt to stop him. She looked so pathetic under him, so why shouldn’t he grind himself against her when his pants were so uncomfortably tight?

Her words didn’t quite reach his ears, not as he waved his followers out - who hurriedly scrambled in embarrassment. The old church was silent, save for her soft sobs and his intense breathing. His hand still placed over her neck made her choke on her words, which only fueled his desire. He could crush her windpipe, her life rested in his hands, and maybe he would’ve if the nagging reminder that she was the only way he was getting into New Eden wasn’t playing in the back of his head.

His ticket, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with her.

He removed his hand from her neck as he finished carving into her pretty skin. WRATH, her own personal scarlet letters. He hummed, looking down at her with lustful eyes, fluttering between hers and the blood that pooled on her chest and trickled down her body to the wooden floor below.

She hated the feeling that bubbled in her chest as the pain subsided, now only a dull ache danced with the look he gave her, how he rubbed the tent made in his pants against her. No doubt, a mark had been left on her neck - his handprint, a reminder. The world felt silent at this moment, when she should've pushed him off.

Selfishness. Prioritizing that small ache he gave her over what she should be doing. Finding anything to act as a weapon against him.

But she didn’t, not as his head lowered and she was greeted with his perfectly slicked back hair, shaking hands reaching to play with a strand. A soft grumble came from his throat, tongue lapping at the blood that trickled down the valley of her chest, tasting what he had drawn out of her.

“What are you doing-?” Her voice was soft, he barely heard it over the ringing in his ears. Too long had he been subjected to resorting to his hand when he thought about her, or messing up his silk pillowcases with his pretty ropes when she teased him over the radio. He had her under him, he wasn’t going to let her go now.

“Shh.” His voice was more scolding then he meant it to be, his tongue traveling from the blood he lapped at down to her budding nipple. He wasn’t gentle, and why should he be? After everything she had messed up for him, he felt it justified to bite down on her pretty flesh, pulling at the bud as much as he wanted.

He relished in the pretty, pained moans that fell from her lips, how her back arched into it. Two sides of the same coin, both reveling in whatever pain was brought to them.

The Deputy’s head tilted back, allowing him a chance to latch onto her neck as a vampire would, smearing the blood on his lips all over her pretty skin. He bit, marking her with his teeth over the forming bruises from his handprint. His hands, decorated in the crimson from his hold on the tattoo gun traveled down her body, painting her in her own red.

He slipped his hand below the rough fabric of her jeans, being met with a contrast, soft and delicate and slightly damp. A soft grumble left his lips at the feeling; which were still pressed against her pretty neck. He felt the way her breath hitched as he ran digits over her most delicate areas. Being so close to her neck, he felt how her muscles tightened and how her breath hitched in her throat.

Lifting her hips to meet his tattooed fingers, a small admission of need. She bit her bottom lip to suppress the noises that tempted to fall from her lips - not wanting to give him the satisfaction. They were still enemies, still rivals, at least to her. 

John on the other hand seemed to be on cloud nine, relishing in how she moved against his hand, grinding herself through the fabric of her underwear. He bit down once more, slipping her out of her jeans and grabbing her hips, sitting up and pressing his pelvis against hers.

“John- John cmon…” Head thrown back, panting as she grabbed at the blue silk of his top. He tilted his head down at her, a sadistic smirk playing on his features.

He always took what he wanted, no matter who it was, and the Deputy was no exception to this. To him, it was God's Grace that placed them both here, that gave him the opportunity to rut his hips against hers.

The bulge in his covered jeans met her underwear, fucking himself against her covered cunt. He leaned down overtop of her, panting against her ear. Hot breath on her neck, the sounds of his soft moans mixing with his heavy breaths, and of course his restricted cock grazing just over her clit every couple of thrusts, it was enough to make any girl's eyes roll back.

He stopped, only for a moment, but long enough for her to let out a needy whine, lifting her head to see what he was doing. Tattooed fingers worked the EG belt off, letting his pants pool at his ankles. He wasted no time once they were off, underwear meeting underwear as the outline of his dick was much more pronounced.

“Fuck fuck, put your head back. Fucking-… good girl.” He groaned out, one hand leaving her hips and grabbing at her pretty hair, pulling her head back against the cold wooden floor of the church. She ached, head pounding and echoing from the injuries earlier - but the feeling of him fucking himself against her needy cunt kept her grounded.

In this moment, she needed him, needed this feeling to not pass out.

He tilted his own head back, sweat casting a slick sheen over his skin. A hand dipped against the drying blood on her chest, gathering what he could over his fingertips before bringing them to his lips, sucking on the bloodied digits. He groaned around his fingers, muffling the moans that threatened to fall.

The head of his cock strained against the blue fabric of his boxers, hips thrusting sloppily against her as his hand tightened on her hips, leaving pretty marks in his wake. One thrust, another thrust, and finally another before white pooled at the head, spurting out of the tiny holes in his underwear.

Panting, he finally moved his fingers out of his mouth, cleaned off the blood and tilted his head down at her almost mockingly; he got to finish, the cum that leaked from his underwear dripping down onto hers, and she didn’t get to. He relished in that, that power he had over her.

“H-hey! Not fair!”

“Oh, Deputy. Come here, maybe I’ll let you get off.”

He grinned as he stood up, fixing himself before moving back onto one of the pews, watching her scramble over to him. He had her eating out of the palm of his hand as she kneeled in front of him. Her head pounded harder, eyes a little woozy.

“Poor baby, rest your head, sweetheart.” He teased, a sadistic grin on his face as she nodded and rested against his thigh, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. He couldn’t help himself, not if she looked so pretty right there in his grasp. 

He tangled his fingers in her hair, watching her confused expression as he moved the blue fabric off of his legs, dick springing up as it was freed from the confinement of his underwear. Guiding her head over it, watching her part her pretty lips to suck on his leaking tip.

Milking his cock, swallowing the spurts of salty seed that spilled onto her tongue. She drained him for all he’s worth, looking up at him as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was soft and gentle in this moment, noises falling from his lips that told her how good she was doing. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be sucking off John Seed of all people.

He grinned as he watched her, once he was satisfied with the way she suckled on him, he grabbed her chin and pulled her off of him. Guiding her up to her feet, he let her loom over him. She wasn’t intimidating like this, he didn’t know if it was because he had just fucked her over their clothes or because she was relying on him for an orgasm, but she seemed almost adorable.

His lips found her neck once more as she leaned against him, nuzzling her head into his shoulder. He forced her to stand, to spread her legs to allow his fingers to feel the now wet fabric of her panties. He hummed in satisfaction, moving them aside and tracing a finger over her slick folds.

A soft gasp left her lips, grabbing onto his shoulder and attempting to move back to look him in the eye. He grumbled, forcing her in that same position as he bit down on her neck, pushing a finger inside of her at the same time. He loved the moans that fell from her lips as he pumped a digit deeper inside of her.

Another finger stretched her out, deep enough to hit those nerves that made her legs tremble. She whined, shaking against him and propping herself up as he continued to pump in and out of her. He pulled away from her neck for only a moment, watching the way she buried her face against him and laughing softly.

He added one more finger before her legs fully began to tremble, grabbing onto his shoulder. Pumping more, fully reaching those nerves, which caused her to spasm around him, her orgasm flooding around his fingers. She rocked against him once or twice, chasing her high.

“Look at you, Deputy, needing me. Did I make you feel good? Use your words.”

[socialdisease609]

You know what I wanna do?

I wanna write a chapter for all my in progress fics (well, the most recent ones lol 😅) and post them all the same day lol

I don't know why, but that sounds like so much fun, but I've got so much writer's block and real-life work burnout that it is taking me AGES.

Anyone donating good vibes and energy these days? lol

[only--you]

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The Baptist ✰

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Warnings/ Blood, Violence, strong language, substance abuse, choking, needles, insinuated sexual references, and potential smut. Viewer discretion advised.

A/N - Hello!!! So, um, I literally haven’t updated this Fanfic since 2019 but I started replaying Far Cry 5 again and it made me in the mood to continue writing this! I hope this chapter is enjoyable, I figured I’d give you a good chunk of the story to read since I’ve been on hiatus. Moving forward, I intended on updating. Due to me being sort of, ‘flakey,’ I’m not going to set a schedule for updating. When the mood strikes, I’ll write! I also have bad writers block so I do hope I can update again soon but who knows! Anyway, it feels really refreshing being back and even if I don’t update, I’ll still be reblogging FC5 content! Bye bye!!!

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Delaney risks her safety so she can help a prisoner escape John’s bunker with her newborn son, Travis. Delaney, Eve, and Travis pay a special pyromaniac and an aviator a visit. 

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𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I went upstairs to my room with Boomer following closely behind me. “Sharky, I’m going to go to bed. Wake me up tomorrow once you get up.” I say opening my door. “Delaney, I wanted to tell you something.” “What’s up, Sharky?” He comes into my room and sits on my desk chair. He starts talking about how we first met, the feelings he started growing for me, etc. I zone out for a bit and start thinking about the day I left to go arrest Joseph Seed. He was acting strange. “I know you like me and I’ve started growing feelings for you too. I just need time to think because I’m technically still with John.” I said to him. He just sat there and said nothing. After about 10 minutes of sitting there in silence, he got up from my desk chair, walked over to me, and kissed me. “Well, let me know how things work out with John,” Sharky said as he left my room. I sat there in shock for about 10 minutes before I got changed and went to bed. 

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Sharky never came into my room to wake me up, instead, Nick came in to get me. “Delaney, you have to wake up,” Nick said as he rolled me over in my bed. “Where’s Sharky?” I asked. Nick left the room before he could even answer me. I decided to get up and go downstairs. When I walk downstairs I see Sharky eating breakfast so I decide to join. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured myself a cup of orange juice. “How come you didn’t wake me up this morning?” I said as I walked over to the stool underneath the counter. “I did come in but you told me that you wanted five more minutes, then I got side-tracked by taking Boomer out for a walk.” Sharky said with a mouth full of waffles. “So, Nick, how’s Kim and the baby?” I asked as I grabbed a plate of waffles and sat down next to Sharky. “Kim is doing great actually! I was hoping you could meet-up with them because me and Kim have something special to tell you.” He finished up the rest of the waffles and joined us for breakfast. Boomer came over and sat down next to me begging for some food scraps. “Here, you pain. You’re lucky I love you.” I cut a tiny piece of waffle off that didn’t have any syrup and threw on the floor. Boomer excitedly ran over to where it landed and vacuumed it up. I felt a tap on my shoulder so I turned over and noticed it was Sharky. “Can we talk privately about what happened last night?” He said to me jerking his head to the back room where we could talk. “Sure.” I got up and followed him to the back room and sat down on the end of the bed. “So...um...I guess my main concern is how you’re feeling about what happened.” Sharky said as he sat down next to me. “Well, I’m going to be completely honest..I’m feeling very conflicted. I don’t know, I mean, I definitely feel like I have feelings for you but apart of me also has feelings for John still.” As I said this, I instantly saw Sharky’s face drop. I put my hand on his, “listen, Sharky, I’ll always love you. I hope you know this. Even if we aren’t dating each other, you’ll always be a special person in my life. Look, things might not even last with me and John if I’m being blunt. I tried arresting his brother, I’m literally killing his brother’s followers, like who knows what might happen.” I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. After I did so, I got up from the bed, “listen, I have to go. Meet me at the Spread Eagle later tonight.” I went upstairs to my room and got changed into my deputy uniform. I walked by my guest bedroom that Eve was staying in. “Hey girl. You can stay here as long as you want. However, I think it’d be better if you stayed in the secret room in my basement. I’m pretty sure John knows that I snuck you out and brought you here. Talk to Sharky, he’ll know what I’m talking about.” I said as I hugged her. “Thank you so much, Delaney. Hey, listen, be careful out there. I admire what you’re doing for Hope County.” I smiled and mouthed, ‘thank you,’ to her. I saw Nick heading out the door. “Hey!! Nick, I’m free to run by your place before I head back to the bunker. I’d love to meet your daughter.” I said as I ran down the steps to catch up with him. “Sure thing, D! Let’s go!” Nick said as we walked out the front door. 

𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍… †

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Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing

A/n this is a story about Jacob and my oc, Braeden Creed. This takes place after Eden's Gate and the Resistance make peace.

Summary: Braeden is conflicted about her relationship with Jacob.

Nuzzling into her neck stirs Braeden awake, and for a second she forgets where she is. She dreamt of being home and the sounds of birds chirping outside did nothing to prove that statement's falseness, but the moment her eyes fluttered open, reality came crashing down.

She wasn't home. This isn't home. It's the absolute farthest thing from home, so why does she feel some comfortable? Why does it feel so familiar?

Braeden turns her neck slightly to see the large man pressed against her, head nuzzled into the back of her neck like a puppy. She almost laughs but stops when Jacob's arms tighten around her middle.

When she first laid eyes on Jacob in the church when she tried to arrest his brother, never once did she think she would end up like. Never did she think she'd be waking up in his bed and not regretting it immediately. She never expected for it to become like this, but it's better than anything she could have ever hoped for.

"Braeden what the fuck, did you forget about breakfast at Whitehorse's?" a familiar voice comes through her radio. Through phone lines have been reinstated, many people throughout the county still communicate through radio. They just find it easier.

"That Peaches...?" Jacob mumbles behind her and Braeden laughs.

"He has a name, Jake."

"Yeah, Peaches."

"No," Braeden emphasizes. "His name is Staci."

"Whatever," Jacob mutters tiredly. His grip on Braeden tightens and she chuckles.

"Jake, c'mon. Hudson will have my ass if I don't show."

"Sorry, Hudson, I've already claimed ownership on that ass."

"Jacob, seriously?" She can't help but laugh at that and pry his arms off her.

Jacob growls a bit and sits up behind her. Braeden throws her legs over the side of the bed and looks around the room. Once her eyes find her jeans, she stands and trudges over to them and throws Jacob's shirt and jacket to him while she does so. Slowly, she puts the article of clothing on.

"Creed, you there? Did you hear what the fuck I just said?" Staci's voice comes again. Jacob reaches for the radio and Braeden shoots him a "don't you dare" look. Pausing, he shoots her a smirk and grabs the radio before she can.

"Yeah, yeah. She heard ya. Patients is virtue, Peaches."

The line goes silent and a bit of guilt hits Braeden.

"Why do you do that?" she sighs, leaning against the wall.

"Do what?" Jacob respond innocently.

"You know what I'm talkin' about, Jake. Why do you feel the need to terrorize him?"

Jacob scoffs and gets up off the bed. "I hardly think I'm 'terrorizing' him."

"Look, I don't know what you did to him when I wasn't around, but it's clear you damaged him. I already feel shitty about being involved with one of my closest friend's abuser. Please stop makin' it worse." Braeden looks up at him, eyes soft as Jacob stares at her.

"Abuser?"

"Psychological torture is still abuse, Jake. Not to mention that everytime I saw him, he always looked beaten up."

Jacob rolls his eyes a bit and turns away from her, pulling his shirt. Braeden sighs again.

"After I told him about us, we had a huge argument, Jake. It almost destroyed our friendship and Staci is one of my best friends. I just can't have you damaging him anymore. Please, Jake. If you won't do it for him, do it for me."

Jacob turns and has an unreadable expression. "Fine. For you." And he leaves it at that, exiting the room.

"Took ya long enough, Rook," Hudson says, clapping her on the back. Braeden mocks Hudson a bit and kicks her shoes off before entering Whitehorse's house any further. She slides into a chair and Whitehorse is setting down plates with food on them. Braeden is the last to dish up and slow at it, too.

"You okay, Braeden?" Whitehorse questions, concerned.

With her head resting on her hand, Braeden nods. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

Braeden scoffs a bit. "I doubt any of you would like to hear my domestic issues." Her eyes raise and meet Staci's, being cut off when he looks away quickly.

She knows she's very luckily any of them still talk to her and she doesn't want to push her luck.

"Issues... with Jacob?" Hudson forced out. She is the last one Braeden thought would engage in this. Braeden watches as Staci flinches at his name.

"Let's not talk about here, alright? Let's just enjoy breakfast."

Later after breakfast, Braeden realizes the Staci has disappeared. She looks around for a bit and finds him in the backyard. Cautiously, she takes a seat neck to him.

Silence lingers in the air and Braeden sighs. "I'm sorry about Jacob earlier. I tried to get him to not say anything, but he didn't listen..."

Staci doesn't say anything and the tension Braeden already feels intensifies.

"Look, I have no idea what he put you through. And I know I'm insanely lucky that you and the rest of the Resistance still talk to me."

Still no response.

"Truth is, I feel... guilty." She hangs her head a bit. "You and Hudson and Whitehorse are so important to me... but so is Jacob and I want the two sides to be able to live harmoniously. But, I also get that that will probably never happen. I just don't want you to end up hating me."

Staci sits for a minute before finally turning to look at her. "Does he make you happy?"

Braeden smiles slightly. "Yeah, he really does."

"Do you love him?"

"Well, uh, I think the potential is there... but I don't think I'm quite there yet."

Staci laughs a bit and turns his head. "Everything... all that shit... it got way outta hand. And you're right, we destroyed lives just as much as they did. We hurt people, killed people and it wasn't always in self defense. I'm not sayin' that they didn't absolutely deserve what they got... but I want it to behind me, ya know? You probably got the worse of it than anybody, and you somehow managed to fall for the enemy, right?"

The sound a vehicle pulls their attention away.

"Braeden, you need to come here right now!" Hudson calls.

Quickly, Braeden makes her way to the front yard where Hudson had called from. Staci is close behind her as they enter the front yard and find Hudson and Whitehorse standing at the gate, facing someone.

"Jake? Why're you here?" Braeden asks, pushing past her coworkers.

Jacob looks at her and he looks conflicted when he looks a Staci. Jacob leans against his truck and folds his arms.

"I don't know if Joseph talks to God and I really don't care," he begins. "What I care about is my brother and that's why I did what I did. Braeden's dedication to her friends reminded me of that..."

"Jake, what're you-?"

"Just let me talk," Jacob cuts her off. "I'm not sayin' I regret what I did because I will never regret supportin' the family that saved me. What me, and the others, regret is how we did everything. Not that makes a difference, but there. Now you've heard me say it. We never wanted be become like our father. I never wanted to become like our father. But, I guess the cycle of abuse just keeps goin'."

"Are you... apologizing... to us?" Hudson questions.

"Sure, if that's what you wanna call it. But don't get used to it. I don't usually regret things I do."

"Why say all of this to us and not the rest of the Resistance?" Whitehorse asks.

"Because she doesn't care about the rest of the Resistance like she does you guys."

Braeden walks toward Jacob and wraps her arms around his neck and Jacob laughs a bit.

"I'll see ya at home, alright?" he says to her.

Braeden nods, pulls away from him and watching him get in the truck and drive away.

Yeah. He'll see her at home. This is her home.

[s-veronnie]

What if...

[selfshippingwhore]

OC INFO MEME  |  Rook Greene.

“I will accept any rules that you feel necessary to your freedom. I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.”

A/N: That Image took me an hour to make.

B A S I C S:

Full name: Brooke Rosalie Greene

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: she/her

O T H E R:

Family: Brooke grew up in a rather normal family, her mother was a vet while her father worked in the police force. Being the only daughter out of five brothers she knew her father was rather protective of her. While he was fine with hunting or doing anything her brothers did he was hesitant of her working in the police force. Her Older brother was a pilot so he would often take her flying.

Birthplace: Hope County Clinic, later moved to Helena, Montana.

Job(s): She spent a lot of her time down at the animal shelter helping them. While she had a few odd jobs she’s always wanted to help people so joining the police force was her best option and becoming the Deputy was her first really job.

Phobias: Drowning, while fishing with one of her brothers she was knocked off the boat and nearly drowned, she hates being in waist length water.

Guilty pleasures: Eating chocolate and watching cheesy romance movies.

Hobbies: Reading-when she’s not running around shes curled up with Cheeseburger laying behind her, peaches by her side and Boomer laying his head on her lap. Cooking- she really loves to cook, she’s pretty good at it but she loves baking. Training the animals: she is a big animal lover so she spends a lot of her time with the animals, she love’s playing or training her little babies Cheeseburger, Peaches and Boomer.

M O R A L S:

Morality alignment: Chaotic Good:

Sins: Lust, Pride

Virtues:  Patience, Kindness

T H I S - O R - T H A T:

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

OTP: Dani Rojas.

Acceptable ships: Sharky, John Seed, Faith Seed, Jacob Seed ,Alejandro Montero, Clara Garcia, Espada,Jonron.

OT3: Jacob x Brooke x John

BroTP: Nick Rye, Hurk, Philly Barzaga, Bicho, Paolo de la Vega, Talia Benavidez,Jonron,Yelena Morales

NOTP{Family bond}:  Dutch,Juan Cortez, El Tigre,Lorenzo Canseco, Lucky Mama,Staci Pratt, Hudson,Whitehorse.

[kiannauwrites]

Now That the Old World is Ending

{A/N~ Hi guys! I'm excited to share with you the first bit of my new Far Cry 5 fic!! I will be posting here and on AO3 ^-^ I want to put a disclaimer out there that while I normally play with the female deputy I will be keeping the reader gender-neutral. Please message me if something in the story doesn't follow that!!}

This story will essentially be Far Cry 5 except at some point Rook likes Jacob and also they realize the world is going to end and is going to help as many people as they can. I will include actual cutscene dialogue. It will start at the beginning of the game but after the first chapter or two, you will be able to see the story ^-^

Jacob Seed x Deputy

Chapter One :)

My hands shook as I climbed into the helicopter. Once I managed to get seated the Sheriff gave me a smile which I tried to return but knew looked more like a grimace. After I strapped myself in, the Marshal finally arrived. I already didn't like the guy. After the very quick briefing given yesterday, the Sheriff did not hesitate to let us know that he thought the Marshall was a total idiot and had no idea what he was getting us into.

Marshal told us it would be an easy in, easy out situation but Sheriff Whitehorse disagreed. He said that Joseph Seed was not someone to underestimate. Before arriving in this small town less than a month ago I had not even heard of Joseph Seed and since moving here the little I did hear was gossip about him and his odd followers. Some were claims of abductions and others were just door-to-door preaching. I didn’t hear very much though because the only people I really ever talked to were those at the station and even then it wasn't often.

I was pulled from my thoughts when Deputy Pratt started the helicopter. I gripped my seat startled as we rose into the sky.

"Rook," The Sheriff called me, I looked up at him to see he was holding a phone out. I took it from him while giving him a confused look.

"I want you to see who- what we will be dealing with when we get there," he explained. I nodded but heard the Marshal scoff over the comms.

"It doesn't matter what kind of man this Joseph Seed is, when the law knocks on your door you have to answer," the Marshall said.

I saw the Sheriff shake his head, I looked back to the phone and pressed play on the video. It felt as though I was watching a movie whilst listening to the town's people describing the home in Montana and then beginning to talk about Joseph Seed, or as his followers refer to him, The Father. though that feeling doesn't compare to the way I felt when the phone recording started. It showed a man who I could only assume was The Father preaching in front of a church until all of a sudden I felt my heart stop as he was preaching he turned to look directly into the camera.

Then the camera drops and the man who must have been recording is brought up to Joseph Seed. I watch in horror as Seed continues to preach while shoving his thumbs into the man’s eyes. After the man drops to the ground I hear no gasps or protests from the congregation (people attending the church service). That's all I see before the phone loses service. I look up to the Sheriff with disgust and disbelief on my face. I try to shake the phone as if it would bring back the service.

"Rookie, you're wasting your time, there's no service out here," Sheriff tells me. I look to the Marshal but he just looks down to the map in his hands.

"We're crossing over the Henbane now," he says. We both look out the window to see a monstrosity. A statue of The Father stands tall in the valley. In one hand he holds what looks to be a bible whilst the other hand is held up and open as if he was preaching.

"Oh fuck, there he is," I hear Hudson say over the comms.

"Crazy motherfucker," Pratt replies, all I can do is a nod in agreement. Completely dazed by how unreal this all feels.

Hudson turns back to look at us, "we're officially in Peggie country," she says. I don’t have the will to ask what that means.

The Marshal asks how much longer until we arrive.

"Just long enough for you to change your mind, so we can turn this bird around," the Sheriff responds. After watching that video I agreed with him, this is starting to feel like a bigger issue than what we would be able to handle.

"You want me to ignore a federal warrant Sheriff?" The Marshal asks.

"No sir," the Sheriff starts," I want you to understand the reality of this situation. Joseph Seed, he's not a man to be fucked with. We've had run-ins with him before, they haven't always gone our way. Just sometimes, sometimes it's best to leave well enough alone." I nod in agreement. I've never been a part of any of these run-ins as I usually am stuck to my desk doing paperwork, the only call I got to respond to was when a nice elderly lady got locked out of her house and I helped her get back in by climbing through her unlocked window and opening the door for her. The next day she brought in cookies for me and the other deputies.

"Yeah, well, we have laws for a reason Sheriff and Joseph Seed is gonna learn that,” the Marshal said. The Sheriff just sighed. I think he understood there was no way he could get through to the Marshal.

“Pratt, open a call to dispatch,” he said,” Whitehorse to dispatch, over.”

I heard Nancy from back at the station respond, “go ahead, Earl.”

“We are approaching the compound Nancy, over”. I have only had a few interactions with Nancy since arriving in Montana. She seemed nice enough, always calling me sweetheart when she welcomed me in the morning. She was the only one at the station who seemed bothered that I didn’t talk very much though.

“Roger Sheriff, you still planning to go through with this?” She asked. I could tell she seemed as hesitant about this as the rest of us.

“We are, unfortunately still trying to talk some sense into our friend the Marshal,” Sheriff replied

“Hehe right, lucky I’m not there, you run into any trouble you just let me know, over,” she says. Her tone gives me an eerie feeling but I think nothing of it considering what situation we are in right now. What am I expecting to feel when I’m about to walk into a compound controlled by a religious militant group.

The Sheriff finishes the communication,” Ten-Four, over and out.” There is a moment of silence the Pratt starts,

“Maybe we should have brought Nancy along instead of the Probie, those Peggies wouldn’t have fucked with her.” Pratts a dick. I don’t like him.

“Pratt,” Hudson cuts him off and he stops. I’m pretty sure Pratt is scared of her a bit She’s always been way nice to me though. She’s cool, unlike Pratt who is a dick.

“Why do you keep calling them Peggies?” the Marshal asks and I nod wanting to know the answer.

The Sheriff responds, “Project at Eden’s Gate, P E G, Peggies, it’s what the locals call them,” in the front of the heli I see Pratt take a drink from a flask. I can’t decide if that worries me because he’s supposed to be flying the death machine I’m in right now or if I’m worried that even he feels like he needs extra confidence for the task ahead.

“They started off harmless enough a few years back, but now they are armed to the teeth. They are looking for a fight,“

“Are you scared Sheriff?” Marshal asks. At first, I thought he was mocking him but then I see the confusion on his face. Pratt interrupts before he can respond, “We’re here, the compound is just below”. We look down all in agreement that this is not a good idea. Well, everyone except the Marshal who, at this point, I am concerned about the number of brain cells in his head. Even from the sky, we can see armed militia roaming the streets.

“Last chance Marshal,” Sheriff says

“We are going in.”

[consumedkings-archive]

✤ hi hello! my mini passion projects, ancient names + witching hour, have reached 4.9k+ hits cumulatively, and that shit is straight-up bananas nuts to me. i am so so grateful that folks want to be out here reading my content, and more than that, i am so so grateful that i get to ingest content from other incredibly talented writers, who make me a better writer by proximity alone (nevermind their graciousness and kindness in giving me feedback, helping me talk through plot holes, and just all in all being wonderful folks). so! as a way to say thanks, i wanted to gather them all here, so that i can express my admiration and maybe give folks the chance to see their work!

✤ these are listed in no particular order! you will look up these works (ye mighty, and despair). keep in mind this is by no means a comprehensive list and i plan on continuously adding as i go with content creators that i enjoy!

— fearful symmetry by @starcrier; john wick x oc slow burn, SLOOOOW burn, like the most delicious suffering of a slow burn i have ever had the pleasure to experience. star is immensely talented at flushing out ocs and making them feel like they belong in the world and have always belonged there, and we love to see wick with someone who can tell him to go to hell without blinking : ^ )

— pomegranate by @vasiktomis: another slow burn of the delicious variety! if you're like me (and if you're reading this, you probably are) there is nothing sexier than two people arguing for years and then realizing that they actually want to smash each other (unfortunately) (derogatory) (affectionate). yes all of those tags apply. no i will not elaborate. read it and experience the rollercoaster!

— death and the maiden by @shallow-gravy: we've got OBSESSIVE JOHN SEED, we've got TRUCKS BLOWIN UP, we've got FOLKS DOIN HARD DRUGS AND THEN GOING ON A MURDER RAMPAGE, we've got THREE IDIOTS TRY AND DRIVE A TRUCK WITH ONLY ONE BRAINCELL BETWEEN THEM. these are just a few of the many tantalizing features you (yes: you!) might be able to experience in this gorgeous fic! not to mention jess has an incredible handle on character voices!

— searching for hope by @lilwritingraven: drama! drama abound! there's like not a single chapter of this that doesn't have me going 👀👀👀 the WHOLE time. it's perfectly paced with some emotional moments too, really sucks you in to what's happening in the story and you will be shipping the main oc with more than one person (if you have good taste like meeeeeee anyway)! ♡♡

— wildfire by @adelaidedrubman: john seed gets his ass verbally handed to him literally nonstop. you would think this would be enough to make you want to read this (it is) but there's also an incredibly compelling female lead and a cast of gorgeous ocs that are going to flush out an already eclectic group from the canon setting that makes this one of my absolute faves!!!!

— the lamb of god by @romach: JOEY HUDSON X OC. DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE. (yes) but seriously there is such a significant deficit of hudson x oc content out there in the world and izzie serves it!!! it's in the early stages still but i'm so interested to see where their story with georgia goes ♡

— stillness in woe by @scungilliwoman: another john seed x oc fic, BUT i have to say i love seeing content out there in the far cry 5 fandom that isn't limited to the deputy x canon character. amanda is not just a sweetheart as a person but does a great job setting the scene and really pulling you into her work when you're ready!

and hell followed with him by @chazz-anova: i have a type. and that type is blondes who kick ass. sorry to this man (john seed) but i am rooting for veronica to put his ass in the dirt the entire time and i think that's a pretty good hallmark of a good story!! i typically have a hard time with fics that follow events of the game quite closely, but reading this really just feels like getting immersed in the world and experiencing all the little details of it, and it's also one of those that's still in early chapters!

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 7 - Call in the Calvary

Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed Characters: Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, John Seed, Joseph Seed, Earl Whitehorse, Staci Pratt, Joey Hudson, Faith Seed, Nancy (Far Cry), Sharky Boshaw, Hurk Drubman Jr., Hurk Drubman Sr., Eli Palmer

Additional Tags: Writer's Month 2022, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Canon-Typical Violence, Pet Names, Threats of Violence, Threats, Eventual Smut, Sexual Content, Scars, Swearing, Jacob Seed is His Own Warning, Pillow Talk, Forced Marriage, Abduction, Non-Consensual Drug Use, mention of physical trauma, Unhealthy Relationships, Older Man/Younger Woman, Mention of Cannibalism

Summary: Kit has her confession with the Baptist and the Hope County Sheriff's Department begins to notice that their newest hire hasn't shown up for work for a few days.

[lilwritingraven]

Searching for Hope

Part Eight

Masterlink

John Seed x Female Deputy/OC

Summary: After the shocking news was delivered, John decides he needs some counsel. 

Trigger Warnings: A panic attack, mentions of blood, mentions of suicide (but she won’t go through with it!!)

Notes: Thank you to my beloved friend @proudspires​ for beta reading this and making sure I make sense. I’m so sorry this took so long to update, I rewrote this so many times. I’m finally happy with how it ended up, though, so here we are. Thank you to anyone who reads this, it makes me so happy that my writing isn’t completely ineligible!

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He left her.

She told him the truth and he still left her. True to his word, someone had released her and led her into a room filled with different beds. No one else in the room with her.

Her back stung, stiff from the dried blood. She looked at the word in the mirror. LUST, similar to the one Joseph held. The room swayed, a fog enveloping her mind.

Her breath came in gasps, her fingers numb. She felt a deep unsettling in her stomach, at the back of her throat.

The scream ripped through her before she was aware it was happening. Hands ripping, tearing, throwing anything that wasn’t bolted to the wall. Gripping at the bars on the door, yelling at each passing Eden’s Gate member. Threatening them with a fate worse than death.

She found herself crouched under the sink, hands clutching the sides of her head. Someone… Someone was speaking to her. She glanced up at the peggy, eyes glossy. He sighed, gripping her by the arm and pulling her to her feet.

“I said get up. John’s orders.” Without waiting for her reply, he dragged her out of the room. Her eyes caught the person in the room beside; braided black hair, green deputy outfit, body slumped on a bunk.

Audry ripped her way to the window. “Hudson!” How in the world could she have forgotten? Selfish. Tears trailed her cheeks. Joey didn’t move an inch, probably stuck in some restless dream.

She was wrenched away, the man digging his nails into her arm. “What are ya, stupid? John wants to see you right away.”

Audry flinched, eyes following after the room, trying to remember where it was located.

It was no use. She quickly lost her way. They ended up outside, and she was shoved into a truck with John himself. He didn’t look her way, immediately pulling away from the bunker.

“John,” her voice pleading. “John, you have to let Hudson go.”

His eyes cut to her sharply, making her inhale a breath. “I do, do I? Last I checked, you were hardly in a position to give commands.”

Swallowing, voice shy, “Please John, I’ll… I’ll do anything.”

His hand flew out, catching her by the wrist. Audry gasped. “You’ve done enough.”

“Me?” She pulled her arm back, hand curling into a fist by her chest. “Correct me if I’m wrong John, but you had a pretty big role in what happened.”

“Maybe if you weren’t acting like such a harlot-“

“Excuse me? You kissed me first-“

“Only because you were practically throwing yourself into my lap-“

“Oh don’t even, you couldn’t stop staring at me with those screw me eyes the whole car ride-“

“Enough!” John shouted, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. Audry jolted, her cut stung, sending fresh blood trailing to the hem of her jeans. “What we did was a mistake. Joseph will know what to do.”

The words ripped her open. Of course he thought of her as a mistake, her baby. Her hand moved to her stomach, fingers clenching the material of her shirt. In a voice dulled of emotion, she said, “You should release Joey. After all, you’ve gotten what you wanted.” Me, she did not say.

John released a world heavy sigh. “Audry, Deputy Hudson is staying put and that’s final.”

Who is he, my dad? She glared daggers at him, silent for just a beat too long. Then, “Fine. If that’s how you’re going to be.” She threw the door open, the wind outside trying to force it shut again.

John jerked the wheel, correcting at the last minute. Audry lurched, but kept her grip steady. “What the hell are you doing?” He yelled, looking from her to the road then back again.

“Let Joey go or I’m jumping out of this vehicle. We’re going fast enough, perhaps it’ll kill me. What will Joseph do then, John?” She was petty. She was petty, and he was a dick. But still-

John released a frustrated grunt. “Audry, close the damn door.”

“Let Joey go!”

“I can’t do that, just shut the door.”

“Sorry, I can’t do that.” Audry readied herself, leaning on the tips of her feet.

John reached out and grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her into his side, “Fine, okay, you win! Just get in here you idiot!”

The door slammed shut.

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“I can’t believe you did that. You’re crazy!”

“Fitting, considering who I’m having a baby with. Tell me John, do you all get off on torturing people, or just you?”

John had placed his arm over her shoulders, keeping her tightly in place. It almost would have seemed romantic, if not for the way he kept clenching his fist. Audry could barely ignore the thrill it sent through her.

Her blood turned to ice as she saw the gates leading into Joseph’s compound. Visions of her last trip here flew through her mind like a sick teaser trailer to an upcoming horror film.

“No-“ she gasped, struggling in John’s grasp. She froze as she felt his breath on her ear.

“I wouldn’t try it if I were you. Joseph’s got this place armed to the brim. One wrong move and you can just forget our little deal.”

Sick, sick, sick man. Why did he have to be the one who got her pregnant. Reaching up, she gripped his arm tight, nails leaving indentations. John took that as answer enough, opening his door and dragging her out.

He gripped her upper arm, hauling her into the chapel. Of all the places he could be. Joseph Seed was standing up front, does he ever wear a shirt? He turned as the door slammed shut behind them.

“John,” he announced, shocked. His eyes immediately fell on Audry, confusion mixing with worry. “If the deputy has proven to be too much-“

“She’s pregnant.” John interrupted. Joseph shot him a look that said, I know. “She’s pregnant with my kid. Your voices couldn’t have, I don’t know, mentioned that little tidbit?”

Joseph’s looked turned to one of indignation. “The Voice didn’t have to show me anything, yet it did. You should be grateful. Besides, I was under the impression that you had turned away from that life. Forgive me.”

Audry watched as the tips of John’s ears turned a violent shade of red. “That’s not- We did- That’s hardly the point!” He yelled. His grip on Audry’s arm was bruising. A groan flew from her lips.

I should have just jumped from the truck. The two men gracefully ignored her, instead locked in a staring match. Speaking silently through their gazes.

“She will be sent to stay with Jacob for the time being. I believe you should take this time to clear your head.” Joseph walked forward, a purpose in his step that none of the other Seed’s held. The Father through and through.

His hand snaked around John’s neck, pulling him into an embrace. Their foreheads touched and John’s eyes closed serenely. “Yes, Father.”

“I will send for Jacob right away. In the meantime, you are both welcome to stay in the guest house.”

“Thank you-“

“That is to say, if you believe you can control yourself.”

If looks could kill. “I believe I can.”

[crown-of-briars]

Peace Keeper | John Seed x Female Deputy

Chpt 1

“Deputy Winters; we've got another call concerning Edens Gate.” Sheriff Whitehorse tosses a file down on the deputies desk with a sigh. “Mrs. Sanders says she's concerned about her boy; claims he started showing interest in the cult before going missing last Thursday.”

Avery raises a brow, taking the file and opening it to scan the contents. “Last Thursday? It's already Wednesday. She waited almost a week to call it in?”

Shrugging his shoulders Whitehorse brings a cup of coffee to his lips. “This isn't the first time her boy has wondered off for a few days, she was probably expecting him to show up again sooner or later.” A momentary silence fell. “He's been sighted at their compound. Figured placing you on this would be the best decision since you're the only one here who's managed to stay neutral on the matter of Edens Gate. Putting Hudson or Pratt on the case would undoubtedly end in conflict; we can't risk that.”

“And what about you? I know you've got your reservations on the matter but you're more than capable of keeping your wits about you.” For the last few months anytime a call came in concerning the project she would always be assigned the job. It normally wouldn't be an issue except the residence of Hope County were whispering about her being an Edens Gate sympathizer because she tried to keep peace between the project and Hope County, tried to resolve things in a civil manor, talking things through instead of going in throwing accusations and harsh words around.

“Being the Sheriff Edens Gate doesn't take kindly to me, Deputy. I have no grounds with them where you... well, the project doesn't seem to have any qualms with you.” Whitehorse wasn't wrong, he was the face of the local police, the face of the people who showed an obvious disdain for their cause. “You best get moving, Winters. You know how inpatient Mrs. Sanders can be.”

With a sigh Avery rises from her seat and throws on her jacket before grabbing her keys from the desk. “She won't be all too happy I'm the one at her door, Sheriff.”

“I wouldn't be sending you out if I didn't think you could handle it, Avery.”

~

Deputy Winters headed out, climbing into her tan and white bronco which proudly displayed 'Hope County Sheriffs Department' on its side. Within 20 minutes she was in the heart of Holland Valley, standing on Mrs. Sanders porch. As soon as she had knocked on the door it flung open, a distressed older woman standing before her. Her expression faltering as she saw Avery, wrinkling her nose.

“Of course they sent you.” The woman exclaimed as she threw her hands up. “Can't even mutter the words Edens Gate to the police without you showin' up!” Leaving the door open she shuffles deeper into her house.

Winters' purses her lips as she takes a step inside. “Well like it or not, I'm here. Now why don't you tell me what's goin' on.”

The Deputy proceeded to take a seat on the woman's couch, listening and taking notes as Mrs. Sanders broke it all down. Her son Kevin, 18, had been acting 'weird' talking about the project and showing interest in their cause; acquired a copy of The Book Of Joseph which disappeared along with him just shy of a week ago. In the end she just wanted to know if he was okay and perhaps try to convince him to come home. Though there wasn't much the Deputy could do in way of getting him to come home. The boy was 18 and legally didn't have to return if he didn't want to.

Rook thanked Mrs. Sanders for her time and left, closing the door behind her before letting out a groan. This was just another person who didn't like that a family member joined The Project, another person who harbored negative feelings towards something they didn't agree with and couldn't accept another persons choice. In the end these particular calls always resulted in a welfare check and rarely with anyone coming home.

It wasn't before long she pulled up to the gates of the compound, greeted by two armed guards who looked her over as she climbed out of her vehicle. Rook offers a smile as she walks past them, quickly being struck by the sickeningly sweet smell of Bliss flowers as she entered the compound; rubbing her nose and huffing softly trying to clear her airways to no avail. She couldn't stand those flowers. As pretty as they were to look at the smell always gave her a headache and made her stomach churn. Making her way towards Joseph's church she was greeted, to a degree, warmly by the members of Edens Gate and she returning those greetings in equal warmth.

Approaching the large white doors of the church a pang of anxiety bloomed inside her. She was no stranger to the Seeds by any means, they had been an element in her life since her youth. At this point encounters with the Project, with the Seeds' in her personal life felt as natural as could be, especially with the youngest of the three. But when the uniform was thrown into the mix she was expected to behave a certain way, had to keep an image, the image of law enforcement and that was what caused the unease within her. Pushing the door open slowly she peaks her head in, glancing around the room before entering; and before her they stood, their conversation halted, the Seed Brothers and sister. Joseph stood at his podium, Jacob was leaning against the wall behind him, Faith sat on the edge of the platform and John... Oh John. Standing beside Joseph, his stance and well built frame screaming elegance and power.

As she steps inside they all lift their heads, gaze falling upon her. The church was silent for a moment longer than was comfortable before Joseph spoke.

“Deputy. To what do we owe this visit?” For once he had a shirt on, the only thing at this point that ever surprised her when it came to Edens Gate.

“Apologies for uh... interrupting. I'm here to ask a favor of you.” Avery strode forward, taking a deep breath to shake off her nerves. “There's someone I've been asked to check on who I can only assume is currently under John's care, likely for confession.” She glances at the youngest Seed, his cold blue eyes and heavy gaze threatening a lump to form in her throat.

John tisks at her with a slight smirk. Were she not in uniform she'd roll her eyes at the arrogance this man emitted. “Deputy, you know someone can't be interrupted when preparing to confess their sins. I'm shocked you'd even ask.”

“Yeah well, that's the favor I'm asking for, to speak with him.” Joseph and John shared a glance for a moment before looking back to the Deputy. “Look, for once I'm not here having been asked to preform a removal. If I'm able to see him and just talk with him for a moment with no resistance from the project, it's likely you won't be seen as the bad guys for once.”

A thoughtful look graced the Father's face. “This decision I will leave to my brother.” Joseph announces as he places a hand on John's back.

The youngest Seed takes a moment to think, still taking in the view of the Deputy standing before him; stray blonde hairs messily framing her face and cheeks red from the chilled winter air. He smirks as he steps down from the platform, firmly clasping a hand on Avery's shoulder to turn her around towards the doors of the church. “I believe I can work something out, my dear Deputy.” His arm wraps around her shoulders as he walks with her out the doors of the church. “Who is it you're looking to speak with?”

Within moments of John's embrace Avery's face flushed a disgraceful shade a red. Since the day she had first laid eyes on him she'd been memorized by the youngest of the brothers. Everything about him drew her in, from the way he presented himself even when under heavy allegations of abuse and kidnapping; to his manicured and masculine presence, his perfectly shaped form and sculpted  features and those... beautiful steel blue eyes... This train of thought isn't helping...

Avery hunches her shoulders, drawing into herself to escape his hold as they step out of the church, quick to give John's firm... toned back 'Avery stop' a friendly pat. “I appreciate it, Seed. His name is Kevin Sanders.”

John looked almost offended for a moment at her slinking away from him before amusement takes it's place. “Well what can I say, you're solely responsible for the fragile peace between Edens Gate and the people of Hope County. You're our Peace Keeper.”

The Deputy scrunches her nose. She hated being called that, but it wasn't far from the truth. “It's certainly come with it's share of consequences. The county is convinced I'm in your pocket, that I'm one of you.”

With a smirk on his face John hails on his radio for the Sanders boy to be brought to Seed Ranch then returns the device snugly to his hip. “Is that really such a bad thing? You've been such a help to us that should you decide to join I'm sure Joseph would provide you a comfortable spot among us; perhaps even by me, aiding in bringing the sinners to redemption. Edens Gate has warmed up to you Deputy. I'd even go so far as to bet you weren't searched or questioned when entering the Father's compound.” John gave a knowing look in Avery's direction, catching a look of what seemed to be frustration from the fact she knew he was right.

The two approached her vehicle and climbed in, John settling into his seat with a dramatic sigh. “The boy will be at Seed Ranch waiting for you, Deputy Winters. Though do keep in mind, every favor requires payment.”

Rook narrows her eyes and glances at him as she shifts into reverse. “What do you want?” Her response came off more aggressive than intended, though John didn't seem to care.

Bringing a hand up to thoughtfully stroke his beard, John gazes ahead, letting a silence hang a few moments longer than was necessary. “I'll think of something.” His gaze shifts towards Avery, a mischievous look in his eye.

Avery rolls her eyes, letting a soft smile stain her lips before driving off. That look on the man's face made her stomach flutter with butterflies and her heart feel warm. She may have been in uniform but in the privacy of her Bronco, she felt as though she could relax around him more, even if just a little.

~

She was 16 when the religious congregation moved into the town she called home. Her grandfather would rant and rave about them during supper, Avery and her grandmother ignoring his ravings as they ate. The Project was small then, never caused problems and kept to themselves aside from the public service the Father would host every Friday and Sunday which she had attended on occasion. Initially it was out of curiosity, but the moment she had laid upon the youngest Seed, she admittedly attended for more... personal reasons. Avery would sit as close to the front as possible just to gaze upon blue clad man standing at the back of the stage. Though by the end of the service, when the brothers would encourage attendees to approach them, the young woman would leave due to lack of nerve. While she enjoyed looking at him, the thought of speaking with him drained her of all confidence, typical teenager. Avery continued her attendance for quite some time before her first interaction with the either of the Seed brothers.

Not long after turning 17, during a sermon one evening as she examined those in attendance, taking in who was around her and spotting familiar faces, she couldn't help but take notice of just how much their following had grown; how many more people now came to attend their service. As Avery returned her attention to the front, her heart stopped when she caught the gaze of the youngest Seed. His eyes were shamelessly watching her with a knowing look; as if telling her 'I know what you've been doing'. It took a few moments but Avery managed to pry her eyes away from him, face flushed and heart racing. She kept her attention off of him for a good portion of the sermon that evening, but whenever she tried to catch a glimpse of him after that, their eyes met, making her more and more frustrated each time.

At the end of service when it was time to rise Avery briskly made her way towards the exit, letting out a deep breath as she stepped out of the tent to sooth the rapid fire nerves shooting off inside her. This was the end, there was no way she could continue to attend these little sermons after this.

“It's impolite to stare, dear.” A voice suddenly calls to her, the tone a playful mockery of a parent scolding their child.

The young woman quickly turns with wide eyes, the unexpected company firing up her nerves yet again. She was met with the sight of the one and only John Seed slowly walking from around the tent, that knowing look still on his face and accompanied by a smirk. No words Avery could muster up in that moment would have been adequate, so she pursed her lips and chose not to respond, instead deciding to take a step back. Blue met gray for a long moment as the two stared at one another, the silence doing nothing to help the anxiety that was bubbling up inside Avery.

John tilts his head in amusement, the smirking growing the slightest bit as she continues to slowly stride towards her. “But, I'm willing to be... lenient in allowing this behavior. I also tend to find myself not wanting to look away when I see something I like.” His words dripped with salaciousness, sending the girls mind reeling, rendering her near unable to process what was happening.

A faint nervous laugh managed to force it's way past the barricade that had built in her throat as John grew close enough that Avery could smell his cologne; and if she focused hard enough, she swore she could feel the heat radiating off of him. Just as she tried to find a response a white book held by long tattooed fingers thumps against her stomach causing her to let out a yelp. Taking hold of the hardback Avery look down at the book examining the cover; The Book Of Joseph... As she looks it over a shiver runs down her spine when John leans down to her ear and speaks softly.

“See you Friday, dear.” His playful and alluring tone echoed through her head as she watched him walk away, leaving her to process what just happened.

After that she felt she had no choice but to continue attending, continue those heart pounding moments where their eyes would meet throughout the evening. Her relationship with the brothers, especially John continued to grow and became comfortable and familiar for the next year; until she turned 18. That day she had taken the first steps to joining the police academy and ship off not long after. For those 21 weeks and the following 2 years of service in Great Falls, Avery counted the days until she could request a Deputy's slot in Hope County.

~

That had been 5 years ago by this point. 5 years of desperately trying to keep peace between the people of the county she loved and the people of a project that was ran by a man that she... well... admired.

The drive was quiet for the most part, nothing but the sound of the dirt and loose rocks beneath tires to fill the silence. Since coming back to Hope County the feelings she felt for the man had never faltered, though due to her job she couldn't allow herself to indulge in them too much no matter how tempted she found herself. John still gave her those knowing looks which she on occasion returned, he still made her nerves set a blaze, she still found herself enjoying the moments she could gaze upon him. Nothing seemed to have changed. Despite all that hadn't changed, enough about the project had changed that she found her concern growing.

“John...?” The Deputy spoke up, thumb worrying the leather on her steering wheel.

“Avery?” He turns his attention to her.

“Off the record... all these accusations of the Project 'forcing'..” She air quotes “people to join... are they any grounds for those claims to stand on?” Avery almost sounded ashamed to ask, guilty for daring to question the innocence of the project on the front of the accusations pressed against them. Every time she had been sent out to look into kidnapping allegations she found no proof of it being true, but the number claims struck her with concern.

John stared at her for a moment, clearly putting together his response in his head before opening his mouth to respond. “Our goal is to save as many of god's children- the Father's children as we can before the earth is cleansed by his righteous and holy fire. His creatures, his children, don't all know they need saving. They don't all want saving, sometimes they just need a little... coercion. We do nothing but present them with what they will inevitably accept they need.”

Avery sighs, rubbing her forehead she closes her eyes for a moment. That basically sounded like a big ole' 'yes' to her. “Yeah, I've read the book John, I know what the project is about but exactly how do you coerce people join?”

“We simply promise them what they need, we promise them freedom and a chance to be cleansed and reborn. And, should it be necessary we will use... a firm hand to guide them to their decision.” He spoke matter-of-factly.  

“Well maybe try softening that hand a bit? There's going to be a point John where no matter what I say or what I do, it won't be enough to protect the project...”

“Is that self doubt I hear in your voice, Avery?” Slender fingers gently caress her mid thigh. “So unlike you...”

A shamefully pleasurable shiver quakes up her spine.

“You needn't worry, Deputy. You're our peace keeper, capable of more than you realize.” There was an unusually tender sound to his tone, his words coming off softer than she was used to. His words always carried such boldness, a confidence that was honestly annoying; but in that moment he sounded genuine... sounded sincere. With that the previously uncomfortable silence felt comfortable, and they spent the rest of the ride in that silence.

Full work will be posted here

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23076199/chapters/55200811

[socialdisease609]

I need help. Too many ideas in one brain at the same time is a recipe for a creative crash! lol

Please enjoy my newest one-shot fic, featuring Fem Dep x Joey Hudson, because Joey deserved a happy ending, damn it. 

“A feisty young woman tries to put the moves on The Judge during some downtime, only to run into some unexpected competition. (Obvs set during Far Cry: New Dawn)”

[trashcatsnark]

I was tagged by @shallow-gravy​ to do this like OC bio thing, 

I spent entirely too long on this graphic and may post it as a solo thing at some point. 

Basics:

Name: Dahlia Josephine Hale

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual/Pansexual (she’s comfortable with either terminology)

Pronouns: She/Her

Other:

Family: Victor Hale (biological father, deceased), Bambi Monroe (biological mother, alive, remarried after Victor’s Death, estranged), David Monroe (stepdad, alive, preacher who goes by Father Monroe, hated by Dahlia), Genevieve Monroe (half sister, alive, estranged)

Birthplace: Alden, Louisiana (fictional for the sake of easy writing)

Job: Junior Deputy at the Hope County Sheriff’s Department

Phobias: She fears being what she considers a monster, being a bad person, which is a lot of what spurs on her bleeding-heart tendencies with the Seeds (and the clusterfuck of her situation). Less of a phobia and more of a trigger, but having her hair pulled. And less a strong phobia and more anxiety around pregnant people, due to past experience when her mother was pregnant. (Kim helps her get over it though)

Guilty Pleasures: Dahlia isn’t really ashamed of many things she enjoys, but she has a weakness for cheesy romantic shoujo manga and romcoms that she’d rather remain secret.

Morals:

Morality Alignment: Chaotic Good

Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath

Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice

This or That:

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious (calm on the surface, but horrifically anxious under her façade)

Agreeable / Disagreeable

Cautious / Reckless

Patient / Impatient

Outspoken / Reserved (she tends to be quiet, but she will shamelessly call people out if she smells bullshit)

Leader / Follower

Empathetic / Unempathetic

Optimistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / Modern

Hard-working/ Lazy

Relationships:

OTP(s): All of them….I am a shipping slut, cause I love so many of the fc5 characters; the main ship is Dahlia x Polyseed, her with any but most importantly all Seeds is what gets me up in the morning and helps me sleep at night. Other potential ships, I like playing with and absolutely make me melt are Dahlia x Pratt, my soft damaged boy deserves a cute feral gf and no more pain, thank you.  And I also fucking die for Dahlia x Eli, socially awkward leaders and reluctant heroes going soft for each other, yes please.  I’m also weak for Dahlia x Sharky, he loves dep no matter what, fight me. And Dahlia x Jess, two feral gfs together??? Sounds like heaven to me. (I’m a thot first, a writer second, what can I say)

OT3: Kim x Dahlia x Nick, DAHLIA AS THE MEAT IN A RYE SANDWHICH MAKES ME WEAK, THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT.

BroTP:  Dahlia and Jess, Dahlia and Sharky (and hurk jr for bonus disaster points) , Dahlia and Pratt. Outside of gross noncon stuff, I also die for like kinda iffy on each other, to friends, to lovers, so a lot of my like bonus ships I like thinking about are just what if her good friend and her became something more.

NoTP: Dahlia x Hudson, as much as this pains me to admit because I love Hudson so much and am a thot, but I feel like in plotting/writing about Dahlia her initial crush on Hudson is something she needs to get over because there’s no like substance behind it and for a while it gets in the way of establishing anything that could be a genuine connection between them. She likes Hudson because Hudson is pretty and has been nice to her, even if it’s just minor exchanges. Most people who’re really nice to Dahlia are either really old by her standards (Like Whitehorse becoming a dad figure) or are trying to get something out of her. So, Hudson not rushing to harass the probie and being a mature, kind, and attractive person in Dahlia’s life led to her first little crush. And to me as Dahlia gets more genuine connections, building a pseudo family with the resistance, those butterflies and warm and fuzzy crush feelings of Hudson will fade cause well, lots of people are pretty and nice to her, now, the standards for a romantic crush will rise. And I think them ending up together would undermine that progress.

Uhhhhhhh, tagging anyone who wants to do it, gib me your ocs