#jacob seed fic

[birdsong-goeson]

Vincere Aut Mori / Conquer or Die (part 1), 2.4k words

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.

(This fic pretends the Seeds grew up in Hope County)

I announced a few weeks ago that I'm working on a Jacob Seed fanfic - here is part 1! I've decided to title it 'Vincere Aut Mori,' I was spending way too long trying to find a fitting title. I hope you like it! Let me know if you want to be tagged in updates :)

I'm also sharing this on AO3 - here's the link to this chapter. Warnings: none

Chapter 1:

The Whitetail Mountains of Montana.

It was a landscape consisting of barren fields blood-stained footpaths that led to nowhere. It was a beautiful but deadly terrain, foretold by the bodies of those who were left hanging on the borders. An omen of what would happen to anyone who crossed into this region.

Herald to this place was Jacob Seed, the militant older brother of Joseph Seed. Joseph was the Father of the Project at Eden’s Gate, a God-chosen man with visions of the imminent collapse. He saw a world bathed in fire and smoke, the final cleansing before the true order was restored. Burdened with the mission to set humanity on the right path before the apocalypse, Joseph entrusted his big brother with the Project’s security. Jacob’s speciality was in the production of henchmen, both human and animal.

Jacob’s region was unparalleled for its brutality and abundance of hostile animals, even surpassing his sadistic younger brother, John. Whereas John tortured people for his own pleasure, Jacob ruined his soldiers to set them on the right path. To filter the weak and the unworthy from the chosen few, the people who could be trusted to survive the world’s incoming wave of despair.

At the heart of Jacob’s security are the Judges, animals – mostly wolves – he’d captured and improved with the use of Bliss to be bigger, stronger; to be better. These bliss-infused monstrosities were anointed with red paint on their faces as they prowled the landscape on their mission to cull the herd. Judges attacked anyone and anything that dared so much as to look up. Ever since he released the Judges into the Whitehall mountains, Jacob rested easy knowing the hard work was being done without his supervision.

But one day, the Judges began to vanish.

No longer could Jacob hear the howling of the herd from the distance, those deep sounds from the soul that reverberated across the mountains and made the hair on the back of his neck stand. No longer was he coming across their slightly too large paw marks imprinted in the mud. In fact, he was no longer coming across new wolves to capture. The traps were empty, the bait lying there untasted. Almost overnight, the dogs had vanished.

Jacob pondered on this as he traced the outline of a snare with his hand, quickly reworking the trap with his calloused fingers. The sunlight seemed old as it filtered through the reddening leaves. The changing wind carried the first ripples of cold as autumn slowly befell Montana. Soon enough, a hardening cold would descend, and it would be harder to tend to these traps. Rising from the ground, he held his hunting rifle in position as he moved closer to a wolf trap. Intuitively, knew it’d be empty, again.

This particular trap was unusual because it was set in the middle of a meadow, a rare enough occurrence in this region. Most traps were set at the bottom of hills and mountains, preying on the wolves that rested in dens and caves. Particularly, mother wolves preparing for birth. The younger he got them, the better. But the meadow trap was destined for lone wolves that strayed from the pack, oftentimes a desperate one that would enter the cage without a second thought.

Jacob’s boots stepped into the meadow, a field with tall and dry grass stalks shooting up towards the sun. Clusters of late summer flowers billowed as the wind caught them. Purple shades of clematis spread their petals and bluebells with drooping heads danced slowly from side to side. Wolf’s bane bowed their heads as Jacob walked on, dragged down by an invisible weight. Despite the sounds of gunshots, screaming and explosions that frequented across the hills of Hope County, life still had its gleams of sunshine. Montana was so beautiful and wild, it almost made one forget what its inhabitants were up to. Almost.

Jacob shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked onward for the trap and stopped in his tracks. His stern blue eyes narrowed with contempt as he saw the trap on its side, empty, and someone’s hurried movements making their escape.

His experiences as a huntsman and soldier told him to raise his weapon and shoot the bastard. It was the easy thing to do. But something unexplainable, a sense beyond the five, bade him forward. The rifle was abandoned as he stalked the saboteur through the meadow and into the woodland. The other person seemed quite oblivious about who walked behind them. There was a spring to their step which made their head bob up and down – a stupid, airheaded way to exist in these parts. Their hands were busy carrying the stolen animal; it was almost too easy to attack them. Jacob’s hunting instinct commanded him to reach for the knife and plunge it into their throat until it hit bone. As he got closer, he saw it was a distinctly feminine figure. It changed nothing for him.

It all came to a stop when the animal began writhing restlessly. It reached its paws on the woman’s shoulders and turned to look back at Jacob; it was nothing more than a little wolf pup. It barked and then, meeting Jacob’s eyes, whimpered as it pressed its snout on the woman’s neck.

The woman stopped.

In the natural world, some speak of the strange psychic dance between predator and prey. It is said that if a prey animal grants a subservient look, if it performs a shiver that dances over its skin, that the prey acknowledges its weakness to the predator. It communicates its servility and inferiority and thus agrees to become the predator’s victim. Some explain this as the fawn response; a flutter of the eyelashes, a lowering of the head, the twitch of a lip. A fake laugh at the bar. It was the dance of surrender and death. At that moment, as the woman turned her head, Jacob found himself following the steps to this feverish dance.

She turned and he met a pair of eyes he had seen several times in his life.

Jacob was not a person anybody was glad to see, especially these days. He was one of those people who had lived most moments of life as though they were punishment. Life had run him over with a truck, reversed, and hit him again, and again, and again. This gave him an indestructible look; it showed on the hard lines on his face, and the permanent scowl on his lips. It showed in the angry scars on his cheeks that travelled up to his scalp and as far down as his arms, betraying the secrets of old pain. He still wore his dog tags from his time serving in the military, along with his camo jacket. And he was old, nearing his mid-forties with a pair of eyes that seemed to dispel light despite being a shade of soft blue. It was unsurprising, then, that Daisy flinched upon seeing him.

“Jacob,” was all she said in a very low voice; her eyes widening with recognition.

“Daisy.” He replied. Nobody moved, nobody breathed. Even the forest held its breath for an instant of pure silence.

It had been many years since he’d seen her and she hardly seemed different, thought Jacob. Aside from the faint marks on her face and a length of hair that surpassed her earlier years, she remained the same. Time had waved its ancient hand over her, too, but not in the punishing way that it’d done with Jacob. Her eyes were just as large as he’d remembered, and they silently pleaded for mercy.

“If you wanted a dog, you should’ve just asked,” he said whilst looking at her. Both knew Jacob was being very generous in this moment, perhaps for old time’s sake. It was a miracle she wasn’t dead already, and they both knew it.

“I didn’t think you would mind,” she said in a distinctly Daisy-like manner; even after all this time, she still spoke softly, almost meekly. It was a manner of speaking most women overcame through years of raising their voices over men, children and other women. For whatever reason, Daisy had retained this quality.

“It’s a very small one. Maybe you can have it back when it gets bigger?”

“Daisy,” he said sternly. “You know better than that, don’t you?”

Daisy averted her gaze to a patch of sunlight next to them. It was a strange meeting and not at all what Jacob was expecting to find when he set off on that day. From what he could see, she ventured out into the wilderness with nothing but a water flask and what he presumed to be dog treats. Her strangely long hair gave her an air of savagery, as though it proved she was wild enough to roam these parts alone.

Jacob was right. She did know better; everyone knew better. Before Daisy stood the immense, overwhelming presence of a man. A man well-known for the horrible things he did to people. Locking them in cages, starving them, tormenting them, and breaking their minds with tests of endurance intended only to ruin them further. One only needed to look at the rotting corpses left hanging on his borders to understand the kind of man he was. And here he stood before her. It was hard to imagine him as someone whose soul was not intertwined with cruelty.

Through all this, Daisy’s face remained motionless, a stony imprint of nothingness. But her eyes were glossed over with carefully contained tears. And her hands, he noticed, were shaking.

“Hand it over to me, Daisy.” He said and outstretched his arms, beckoning her to come to him.

Daisy looked at him and, hesitantly, began walking closer. The wolf pup writhed as she approached but was silent as it was transferred from one pair of arms to another. Their hands briefly touched, and the softness of her skin reminded him how hardened his was, how marked his body was by the rough tissue of scars.

Something shifted at that moment. The glide of birds as they sailed through the wind, the ripples of water from the nearby stream, and the hoof of a deer sinking into the ground; they all silenced themselves. It was as if only two entities existed at that moment – the hunter, Jacob. And the prey, Daisy. The weariness in her dark eyes as she looked up at him made him think that she felt this moment too. Felt that something was being taken from both of them, the very air was thick with it.

The animal lay motionless in Jacob’s grasp. To his own surprise, he made no attempt to grab Daisy and she retreated quickly.

Her retreat pulled something from him, like the tug of a string from the ribs; and it hurt. It felt like his whole body was aching and burning all at once and by the time she reached her former position, it was all over.

“They say the Deputy will kill John,” she said suddenly with her eyes towards the sun. Daisy’s dak eyes were illuminated by the bright light and seemed to be on fire. They glowed as though they held embers, and it gave her an illuminated fierceness. Jacob felt he was beholding something unnatural and for a moment, he felt a rare sense of fear low in his stomach. Fire encircled her irises, as though she could burn him with just one look. “Can’t you hear them over the river?”

There was no mockery in her voice, he knew she was being sincere.

“John can handle himself – you remember what he’s like,” he said. Jacob lay his cold eyes on her; the blaze in her eyes met the blizzard within his. “Mm,” he hummed with his lips pursed. “But you never did like him. Is that why you’re here, stealing my stuff? Too scared to return to Hope County?”

The sun hid behind a cloud and whatever burnt in Daisy’s eyes disappeared. She remembered John very well, he was someone who enjoyed agitating and persecuting others from a young age. It wasn’t malicious back then; he was only a child. But his proclivity to torment for fun showed itself early. “She will kill him soon, I can feel it.” She was withdrawing with slow, backward steps. “You should hide, Jacob. The Deputy is coming for all of you.”

Jacob smiled in a way that almost resembled kindness. But it was not kindness, of course. He found her ridiculous and would have been offended by these words had they been spoken by someone else. Daisy was being what Daisy always was; odd but not malicious. Speaking nonsense when you least expected it. She resembled Joseph in this way, rambling about things that didn’t always make sense. But she was no Joseph, her words were no prophecies and she was no seer. Some would call it lunacy, but he remembered what she looked like as a child and could not bring himself to punish her.

“Go home, Daisy. I mean it.” Jacob’s voice gruff voice dripped with authority, and it returned something vital to him. Something he’d curiously lost around her and was glad to reconcile with.

“I don’t have a home anymore,” she said quietly as if speaking to herself, though Jacob heard it. He felt the rare pang of guilt in his stomach but said nothing. He watched as Daisy withdrew into the distance with her eyes set on the ground; she did not look at him again. Hers was a silhouette with long hair that merged with the shadows and trees.

Soon enough she disappeared, and motion was restored. The normal sounds of nature returned, and he could breathe with ease again. As he peeled away from the site, he had the odd feeling that something fatal had transpired.

Jacob returned with the small wolf in his arms with not an ounce of triumph in his body. Instead, there lurked the memories of many years ago, threatening to spill from the abyss within his psyche. Memories from a time he’d vowed long ago to never revisit. A time of hot summers and young siblings, of shouting and things breaking. Of a version of himself restless for an escape, itching for spilt blood. And of a girl at the bottom of a lake, a girl cut by glass.

When he checked on the pup the following morning, it was dead.

[sephi-seedling-23]

Last Night Out

`You could have sworn that checked your phone before you left Mary May’s bar. You definitely knew it was earlier than two in the morning when you left said bar.

              Earlier that day, you were in Jacob’s office giving him puppy dog eyes. You asked him if you could go to the bar once and keep it a secret from Joseph. You pleaded with Jacob on this for two weeks now. It was halfway through the third week when he finally broke.               “Fine, pup!” He snapped. Your pestering and begging finally getting annoying. You were too busy doing a victory dance to listen to the conditions he had placed on you. Jacob snapped his fingers and tapped the temple of his forehead with two fingers. A sign letting you know to pay attention. You immediately froze and lowered your hand that was in the air.

              “Be home at midnight, and behave yourself,” he looked at you with a stern look, though his eyes were full of concern.  You nodded quickly and left his office in excitement. You started texting your ladies as you made your way to your room.

His words haunted you as you left Mary May’s bar. You could hardly stand up by closing time. You cursed Adelaide for challenging you to a drinking contest. Halfway through the contest, Kim Rye poked her head over at you and Adelaide.

              “Hun, your phone is going off the hook,” Kim said pointing at your phone which is vibrating. You chuckled and hit the side button, silencing the phone. You looked at Kim with a happy drunk smile.               “It can wait till tomorrow, right?” you respond, ignoring Kim’s concerned look.

                Next thing you knew, it was closing time. Mary May and Adelaide helped you to a vehicle, while Kim carried her drunk husband to the vehicle. Once you were nested in the vehicle, you checked your phone.               “Oh shit!” you yelled. There were five missed calls and fifteen text messages, all from Jacob. Your face went white as your jaw dropped. You knew you were in trouble and were surprised Jacob hasn’t shown up himself. You buckled up as one of Jacob’s men drove you back to the veteran’s center.

 As the vehicle stops in front of the veteran’s center, you checked your phone, noting the time, three am. You looked around and noticed how eerie everything was. The judges were silent in their kennels. People locked in their cages were even silent. Looking around, you noticed that not even other cultists were hanging around. Between the silence and the stillness of the air, you felt like you were walking in a trap. Thankfully though, you were still feeling that liquid courage. You moved and stumbled your way into the front door.

              The building inside was quiet. You tried to be silent but with your drunken state, you couldn’t find the light switch. When you did find the light switch, you cursed loudly as you kicked the wall. Hearing a loud cough, you spun around quickly. Apparently too quickly, as you catch yourself falling backward.               “Hello there my love,” you smile at him giving your best loving smile.

Jacob was sitting across the foyer. He was set back in his chair, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his head resting on his hands. There was a look in his eye that said he was in no mood to play. You give a gulp standing as still as you could, though you could feel your body sway while under the influence.

              “Welcome home, pup,” he responded, narrowing his eyes at her. His voice was cold but not harsh. “Did you have fun?” You let out another gulp. You knew you were in trouble. You broke the only two rules he gave you. You keep your eyes glued on him. He takes two fingers and taps his knee, giving a look that says obey or else. You instinctively moved to his side. You stumbled back as you came to a stop.

“Where did you go tonight?” His tone was quick and sharp. He didn’t look up at you.

“I went to the bar with friends, I thought I told you, silly goose!” You chuckled, swaying a little. You failed to see the eyebrow warning he gave you. “Who all did you drink with, PUP,” he emphasized pup. Your smile faded quickly as you respond.

“Mary May, Adelaide Dubman, and Kim Rye,” you spoke quickly.

              Jacob let out a grunt in response. He knew those three very well. They were usually the ones that you get in trouble with. Though he does give kudos to Kim and Mary May, they tend to also be the responsible ones. He taps his cheek once. You immediately bend over and plant a kiss on his cheek. As you bent over, he picked you up over his shoulder. Your knees were at his chest, and his lower back at your face.

              “Jacob!” you exclaimed loudly. You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t get dizzy. Jacob was carrying you to the bedroom that you both shared. In your drunken state, you reached down and started to poke and pinch Jacob’s butt. With each pinch, you would receive a grunt. He would also jerk his shoulder up to jolt you around, making you stop. You snickered each time.

Once he reached the bedroom, the tossed you on the bed. You closed your eyes as you tried to stable yourself, the toss made you dizzy. Feeling Jacob’s warmth, he grabbed your hand. You feel a cold metal clasp on your hand with a click. The same happens to your other hand. You could feel Jacob’s weight on the bed as he lay next to you. You could feel his shoulder leaning against the side of your stomach as he looked at you.               “Open your eyes, pup,” his voice was commanding and gentle. He looked at you expectantly.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times. Your head was still spinning as your eyes tried to find and steady on him. When you finally focused on him, you noticed the worried lines that formed on his head. You could tell he was truly worried about you, but he tried to hide it behind a stern glance. You felt a little guilty.

              “I had my phone on silent, I didn’t hear anything,” you blurted, the alcohol making you feel guilty. “I’m really sorry hun.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow, “Are you?” He gave a knowing smirk. You should have known that no matter how much freedom you had, he always had an eye or ear on you. You look away, remembering Kim alerting you to the first call. As you looked away, you looked up, noticing that Jacob had handcuffed each hand to a bedpost. You pulled gently giving a ‘really c’mon’ look. You heard Jacob laugh next to you.

              Watching him, Jacob stands up and moves to a nightstand next to him. Pulling out a blindfold, he starts to hum, Only You.

              “Jacob? Love?” You looked up at him. He ignored you as he continued to hum. He moves to the far wall. He turned to lights off, leaving only the beams of an dim light from the stand next to the bed. Slowly, and methodically, he turns and walks back toward you.

              “You betrayed my trust….” He finally said. He slid the blindfold over your eyes, adjusting your hair as needed. “Only you….” He stated more than sang. His hum was the last you heard before he took you over. His scent surrounds you as you feel his weight shift on top of you.

              “Jacob?” you asked again, only silence and his calloused hands on your skin responded.

Inspired by this painting by @aamuusva​

[babygirl-coded]

“ unethical pervasion is what you can call it ”

᛫ current chapter on AO3 ᛫ snippet here

᛫ jacob seed + original female character → dead dove do not eat, sexual content, underage sexual content, gore, violence, murder, abduction, medical malpractice, huge age difference, cannibalism, dub con, non con, character death.

[josephseedismyfather]

The Seeds Tarot Cards

The Seed brothers. All 3 brothers are done! What do we think?! Can't wait to get more. 😏 @redreart, I wish I had the words to describe how much I love these. You, my friend, are insanely talented and I couldn't ask for more beautiful pieces from you! THANK YOU SO MUCH! 🥰😘

If y'all are considering getting art from her, please do it! You will love it!

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Me: reads a beautiful fc5 fic that just wrecks me

Me: tries to go to the next chapter only to see it hasn’t been updated since 2018

Me:*sobs*

[blindedlamb]

You see actually one of the key differences between Jacob and John, is that despite the fact they both 'quit' smoking (for Joseph), Jacob keeps his in the packet and flips his lucky, and John has an engraved cigarette case because he's never been casual a day in his life.

[peggiepratt]

Reaper (3231 words) by honeychains Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Far Cry 5 Pairing: Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed Rating: Mature

“You don’t get lonely in that big ol’ double wide?” Jacob’s words come out casual, the Southern accent laid on real thick, but they hook into Pratt’s gut like an accusation, like Jacob is trying to pull something out of him that he’s not prepared to show. Jacob circles around his front bumper, bypassing the physical barrier and pushing back into Pratt's space. Staci’s discomfort is immediate, raw. Jacob can sense it, his smirk widening as he twists the hook deeper. “Makes no damn sense why you can’t find a nice girl to keep you company.”   Or: Eden's Gate claims to be a harmless club for motorcycle enthusiasts, but Staci's alarms bells have been going off long before the phonelines at the station. He's had enough run in's with the club's "enforcer" to know their world is more insulated and sinister than anyone wants to believe. Unfortunately for Pratt, what you don't know can hurt you. Or: Jacob pulls Staci's card.

Thank you God, @gunpowdernlead, and Lucky Strikes for getting me thru this!!!!!! I finally finished something!!!!!

[lulu2992]

Hey dear Lulu! Hope you have a good day and congratulations on 100K❤️

I have reached a point in my fanfic where my OC is pregnant with John ( and yes, everything is in terms with Eden's Gate rules ) but I have no Idea how John would react/feel about OC begin pregnant- and how would he even be as a dad?

I am trying to stay true to his character as much as possible but it's hard when he hasn't interacted with other children in the game😭 I to think he will be a devoted, loving and protective over his child...but that's all I have...

How would you imagen he would be as a dad and how would he react to OC pregnancy?

Hey! Thank you, and I hope you had a good day as well!

I think it would first depend on whether the pregnancy is rule-breaking and accidental or if they are an official couple expecting it to happen at some point. In your story, I understand everything happened in accordance with Eden’s Gate’s moral principles, so that avoids a lot of angst and emotional turmoil… Unless John and your OC were trying not to make a baby, I suppose he wouldn’t react negatively.

His behavior would also be influenced by how emotionally mature and stable (as far as possible for him) he became in your story. In the game, John isn’t ready to have a child, I think, but that can change thanks to character growth and the magic of fanfiction! He does have the potential of being kind and loving because, as a young boy, according to Joseph, he was. A lot has happened since then, but these qualities must still be there, somewhere, under the pain and anger.

I agree that he would most likely be very devoted and protective because… well, he already is. The Seed family, despite being dysfunctional, is also tight-knit, and they would literally die for each other. John wouldn’t let anyone hurt his child, and neither would his siblings.

Now, of course, we must also consider the brothers had an awful dad and that none of them grew up in a stable and loving environment. Because of this, I can see them being scared of having children, partly in fear of becoming like their father or, in John’s case, like his adoptive parents. That said, he didn’t spend as much time with “Old Man Seed” as Jacob (who I imagine would be the most reticent to become a father for this reason, but that’s just a feeling I have) and I highly doubt he would raise his child the way the Duncans raised him. John undeniably has problems, but in my opinion, he would never want to put his child(ren) through the horrors he experienced.

We haven’t seen him interact with children in the game but I don’t know if that really matters since this baby would be his child, not just a random kid. A lot of real-life parents don’t particularly enjoy the company of other people’s children but want to spend as much time as they can with theirs. Even if John had canonically said kids were a nuisance, I think he could still love his to death.

So if the pregnancy were planned, I don’t think he’d be upset at all; on the contrary. If it were not but they were not trying to avoid it either, I imagine he’d be surprised and anxious at first, but would welcome the news eventually. And as a dad, since John apparently gives himself fully to everything he does, he could be very, very invested, and maybe overprotective. His enthusiasm would likely have to be curbed, as always, but I’d say how and if that happens would depend on your OC’s personality and relationship with him.

This is my opinion and interpretation, which may be incorrect, but I don’t think you can go wrong in fanfiction anyway because it’s inherently transformative and personal. If your idea feels right to you, then it is!

In any case, if you’re stuck or don’t know how to justify something in a Far Cry 5 fanfic, you can always do what they did in the game and either say “it’s the Bliss” or “it was God’s will” :’) For John to go from an emotionally unstable and violent Herald to a great and loving dad, the second explanation can help! Joseph did say he could free himself from his past and that love would be the key to his salvation, after all.

[seedofjoseph]

homebound

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 700

Author's Note: I've already confessed my preference for a possessive male love interest (link), so that's the romance trope I'm guilty of in this one.

Jacob Seed pulled back your leash the night you stepped foot out of his sight.

It turned out that his collar was tighter than you thought, as he tracked your scent down in spite of you splashing through every stream on your way down the Whitetail Mountains.

Under the full moon, surrounded by snarling Judges and challenged by his Chosen, you shivered. Then, bitting down on your thrumming heart with clattering teeth, you braced yourself for their Bliss bullets. Yet, none ever got to graze your gooseflesh that night.

"Hold your fire," you heard him howl before he manifested in the moonlight. "At ease," he lowered his hand, and the others lowered their guns with it. "C'mere," he called to you as if you were one of his Judges.

You disobeyed him, standing up as straight and as tall as your shivering spine allowed.

"C'mere," he waved you over as if you were one of his bitches. "Let's get you back home."

"I'm not going back into that kennel," you barked, voice breaking and chest heaving.

Under the moon, in the spotlight, your wet shirt clung to your skin, to the swell of your breasts and their perked-up peaks. And you only saw yourself exposed through his eyes, through the glare he gave his men as he grazed past them.

"At attention."

Because he could stand both straight and tall, he did, and all the others around him averted their gaze as he advanced toward you. With one last glower, he shot down the stares of the soldiers further undressing your form.

"I warned you, angel," Jacob Seed said softly, like a lullaby. "I warned you 'bout strayin' from the path. You must be fuckin' freezin'." He undressed, stripping the jacket off of his shoulders, and suspending it in the air, up at around your height. "C'mere," he called to you, like a song refrain you already knew.

Stepping into the open jacket, you sighed when its warmth was wrapped around your freezing shoulders.

"That's it."

And you gasped when you were gathered into his arms and your feet stopped touching the ground.

"That's a good girl."

With his arm around your sore shoulders, his hand squeezed your bruised bicep. With his other arm under both of your knobby knees, he turned around

"There a problem, soldier?" He raised his voice once more, directing it at the man who didn't divert his eyes from you, from his angel.

"N-no, sir."

"We're moving out," he began his trek back to the truck. Back home.

"Yes, sir."

You were halfway up the mountain and all the way up in Jacob Seed's lap when realization set in, seeping into your bones like the icy streams you crossed to wash off his scent: your collar was never coming off.

He words seeped into the base of your skull, his nose buried into the knotted hair at the back of your neck. "Did you think you were free?" He breathed you in, the ravenous rumbling in his chest vibrating through the back it was set against. "You've forgotten your purpose." And his words now seeped into your spine, into the pit of your stomach and bottom of your belly. "You've forgotten who you belong to."

When his tongue lapped up the salty sweat and fresh water running down the side of your neck, you tasted your own hunger on yours. And when you swallowed the scent that surrounded you, the scent that clung to his jacket, you also distinguished the dampness in your already wet jeans. And the musk marinating in his own.

Your seat was hot because Jacob Seed was hot. And the bulge he sat you down on was burning, not nursed by the friction forming between it and your bottom.

When his lips latched onto that strip of skin covering your jugular vein, you tilted your head to make room for his teeth.

His canines pressed against your pulse, and his hand came around to tighten around your throat. "Mine." As his fangs forced themselves into your flesh, you felt the pull of his leash and the squeeze of his collar. "You're mine."

You swallowed a scream and wound up your spine like a bow against his chest, your cushiony ass arching back against his hard cock. And he licked at your wound, winding the invisible collar even tighter and visibly marking you.

"You belong to me."

[babygirl-coded]

— a snippet of chapter 01 from unethical pervasion

The silence was embarrassing. It was enough to bring a heated blush to Maxine’s cheeks and the tips of her ears. Jacob subtly arched his eyebrow when he got no response. A stickler for urgency, he was. She stole a glance at the clock; only a few minutes ‘til class ended. Despite what Maxine observed, she still gave Jacob a tentative shrug.

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you if you talk,” Jacob assured her. “You just have to tell me what happened, okay?”

Before anyone could truly respond this time around, the door opened with a loud squeak, and everyone’s attention shifted to the front of the class. Maxine groaned silently. It was Mr Neal. Stocky, crooked glasses and slacks that were two sizes too big made him the laughing stock among the students.

“Ah, Mr Seed!” Maxine hated that nasal tone. “I apologise for interrupting your class, but I need to speak with Maxine.”

Maxine grew pale.

“Class ends in a few minutes, say about five or ten more minutes. You can wait until then,” Jacob requested with a concise, low tone.

“Yes, but it’s urgent,” he replied hastily.

Jacob gave it a thought, pursed his lips, and shook his head. He pointed at the clock. “Only two more minutes to go. You just have to wait,” he said, narrowing his eyes at the name tag the other man wore and failing to hide a small smirk, “Mr Neal.”

She saw a hint of offence in Mr Neal, yet Jacob offered him a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes and looked straight ahead at Mr Neal, unwavering and strong. A challenge.

It worked, and Mr Neal clumsily shut the door halfway behind him. Maxine wasn’t surprised — Jacob stood tall and proud. His arms hung rigidly along his sides. There was no stuttering, no hesitation, and no backing down. A glint of something shiny underneath his t-shirt. A flash of hunger behind Jacob’s eyes.

The military. Airborne.

Maxine sneakily took a second look at the empty holster. She then saw that his fists were clenched, and surprisingly, they were covered in a plethora of the same scars that decorated his face. No one gets scars like those without a struggle.

Heard he ate someone.

[skoll-sun-eater]

Halloween fc5 oneshot

Idk wanted to try a hand at some fluff.

Word count: 2127

Humor/fluff/ mature.

Pairing: Jacob Seed/Female deputy

Spicy stuff at the end. No minors.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60197800

October festive spirit in Hope County.

Jacob’s daughter Jenavieve wants to try and get to know other people here. She’s new to the region. Trouble is she’s painfully shy and Jacob is a very protective father.

Yet she still hopes to go out and maybe, with the tiniest of hope make some friends. Jacob too realizes he can’t keep her cooped up with him and her uncles. He hoped she she’d make friends with Faith but that hasn’t proved fruitful.

But his dear little girl has an idea;

She’s been begging and pleading with him to go to a Halloween party in Fall’s End.

“Daddy please? I-I’d like to go. You could c-come with me…” She ducks her head timidly.

Jacob sighs hard rubbing the back of his neck.

“And you could meet somebody too.” She smiles mischievously.

“Baby girl I told you, our profile in this county can be somewhat mixed. Sometimes it’s negative… Plus I’m pretty sure no woman is gonna want to take a chance with your old man.” He grumbles.

“Daddy. … Please!” She looks up at him. Pouted lip and all, playing into his sympathy.

It’s a losing battle, Jacob gives in.

“Fine honey.”

“Thank you, daddy!!!” She gives him a kiss “Thank you!”

“I’m not dressin’ up, I’ll leave that for you.”

“Hee hee, okay daddy.”

Jacob at least dresses somewhat nice and casual.  Black jeans with a white under T-shirt and a blue flannel on the top of it.

However, his daughter put some of that cologne she got him on the nape of his neck for a little something extra.

Jenavieve is dressed as…Well he’s not entirely sure. Every time he asks her she adds more to the back story of what she’s supposed to be.

‘Fairy’ and ‘witch’ is what he did hear out of her long descriptions, so he’ll go with that.

Of course, this is nothing we need to tell Joseph about right away if at all.

The community center in Fall’s End is lively. There’s pumpkins and fake spider webs everywhere. They go up the steps and there’s a plastic skeleton sitting in a chair with some purple and orange lights strung about it.

Upon entering, Jacob notices Jenavieve is having trouble going in, she’s getting nervous.

“I’m right here honey. Whenever you need to we can go” He saying reassuringly.

“I’m okay, daddy. Remember you go and talk to people too.” She keeps hinting at him to go hit on some woman.

The whole ride here she kept telling him what he should go do. “Mmhmm.” Is all he’d say to her. While it’s sweet, it is somewhat awkward that his seventeen-year old daughter is telling him how to pick up women.

Jacob hangs back and watches his daughter be a wallflower among wallflowers. As much as he’d like to intercept, she needs to do this on her own at times.

She continues to keep to herself. Ever so once in a while, she’ll go up to talk and try and talk to someone, however she ends up changing her mind.

She’ll get around to it.

People do seem to notice her though and why not? She looks pretty- she’s more put to together, her costume more thoughtful. The rest of these Fall’s End folks looks cheesy and somewhat ridiculous in their getups.

Not his baby though...  Pretty as a peach in her gown and witch hat. She sewed the sequins on it herself and everything.

The lights and music are getting a bit draining on him. He goes to get a drink from the bar setup inside.

He goes and orders something, the server is one of the locals, Mary May. She hesitates giving him a drink for a minute but ultimately follows through with a warning “Don’t cause trouble here Seed.”

“Thanks for the drink bartender.” He says sarcastically.

“Careful I can cut you off if I feel like it.” She scorns.

“Noted.” He continues unfazed by her belligerence.

“Why are you here?” She keeps at it.

“What? Can’t I go to a party?” He says with a smirk.

“Wouldn’t think you’d be one for something like this.” She asks with suspicion.

“Mm, I’ll have a shot of vodka if ya have any please.” He’s tired of her questions and she annoying him.

Mary May glares at him for a moment more.

“Please? I need to check on my daughter soon.” He reveals.

“Like hell you have a daughter Seed.” She seethes.

“Hmph okay.”

“Hey Mary May! Can I have a shot of whiskey?” Comes an energetic woman’s voice coming up behind him.

“Sure thing, deputy.” Mary May changes her tone and serves the stranger and him his drink as well in the process. The unknown woman comes up to him and parks it right as his side.

A deputy huh?

Jacob focuses on his own beverage not looking at this deputy until…

“Hi, I’m Phedra!”

“Ma’am.” Is all he responds with. He decidedly throws back his drink in a hurry.

“Oh ‘ma’am’ hmm?” She giggles. “Why how polite?”

He sets his glass down “Thank you Miss Fairgrave.”

“Hmph.”  Is all he gets in return from his pissy bartender.

“The name’s Jacob ma’am.” He nods before making his way passed this… very pretty woman.

He goes to disappear into the crowd to look for his daughter.

“You be careful deputy, that’s one of the Seeds we were talking about.”

Hmm…

He looks behind him to get another look at the deputy.

Goddamn…Yeah, not bad.

Jacob discovers his Jenavieve’s location, she’s off in a corner with a young man in a …scarecrow costume? Maybe just around her age with… With his arm around her!

She appears distressed, like she’s in one of her fits. Jacob gets a pit in his stomach worried about her condition he storms over to them.

“What’s going on here!?” Jacob startles the boy, making him almost jump. But he holds his ground and keeps near Jenavieve as if to protect her.

“What do you want Seed?!” The youth spits.

“I’m her father?” Jacob cocks an eyebrow at the plucky defiant kid.

The young man’s expression drops upon hearing those words. He turns to Jenavieve with a stricken look on his face.

“Uh this true? He’s your dad?”

“Yes, he’s my father, Wheaty.” She says beaming with pride. “Daddy it’s okay. Wheaty was just looking out for me.”

“Y-yeah she looked upset.” The boy chimes in.

“Well then maybe we should go home.” Jacobs interjects.

“No daddy i-it’s okay really, I wanna try and stay a little longer.” She pleads.

“Are you sure baby?” Jacob throws a glare over at Wheaty.

“Yes, besides I-I think this girl wants to talk to you.” Jenavieve points a finger passed him.

Jacob looks behind himself and sees the woman Phedra waiting patiently with hands clasped together. He didn’t catch it before but apparently, she’s dressed as a devil. All that leather made him think she was a biker or in some BDSM get up. Save for the two little red horns on the top of her head.

“Yes? Phedra was it?”

“Hi um... I’m sorry, I didn’t think speaking to you in front of Mary May’s company would bode well for anyone.”

“Hmm really now?” Jacob gives a sarcastic snort.

“Hello!” Jenavieve squeaks.

“O-oh, I’m sorry everyone, I didn’t mean to crash the party here.” The deputy backs away.

“It’s alright, maybe���you two could talk some where else?” Jenavieve begins suggesting playfully.

“Sweetheart, no-“ Jacob protests, but Jenavieve cuts him off and nudges him forwards to the woman in question.

“Please I insist, daddy.” His daughter smiles mischievously.

She’s put him on the spot, he decides to go along with it. What could it hurt?

“Sure.” Jacob replies.

Satisfied with her father’s response. “Wheaty, would you still like to hang out?”

She turns to the young man.

“Y-yeah... Sure if that’s okay. We could trick or treat if you want. People around here don’t care how old you are for that.”

“I’d like that.” The Seed girl beams.

“Umm if that’s okay with you sir?” Wheaty addresses Jacob more respectfully.

Of course, this puts Jacob more on edge. He worries about his daughter as any father worries about his teenage daughter running around with young man. Jenavieve is smart, is different. He knows she wouldn’t go too far with something. His main worries are with the boy.

But maybe he should listen to his daughter.

This deputy woman is interesting. He’ll trust his daughter.

“Fine, you can stay out.” He concedes. “Not too long though and call me.”

Apprehensively he watches his daughter disappear with that boy.

“-She’ll be alright, Wheaty is an okay kind of guy.” The deputy speaks up.

“Oh? You know him?” Jacob inquires.

“Not too personally, but he’s okay, really into music and such.”

“I’m into music that doesn’t say much about me now does it deputy?” Jacob remarks.

“You can call me ‘Phedra’ I ain’t on duty. But relax papa, it’ll be alright.” She coos.

If he and this woman are to ‘talk’ he thinking they should get on out of here.

“You wanna go somewhere else Phedra?” He asks her.

“Yes.” She answers immediately.

“How about my place?” He dares to ask.

“Oh, not the back of your truck or something?” She laughs

“Nah, while that does sound fun. But maybe some other time.” He flashes her a grin.

They leave; It’s a bit of a drive back to his place from Fall’s End. Is he moving too fast with this woman?

This… is just a one night stand, isn’t it?  So, in theory this is fine.

They pull up to the house. Jacob exits the truck first and goes around to open the door for Phedra.

“My, you’re such a gentleman.” She teases. But when in reality Jacob can tell she’s flattered.

She’s getting flustered and shy.

“Cozy” Phedra remarks upon entering inside the home he shares with his daughter.

“Thanks, my daughter is more of the house decorator than I. You need anything?”

“Water is fine.” She answers.

He gets her what she asks for. He watches her take a drink, watches her eyelids and natural long curled lashes flutter downward as she sips from the glass.

She must have noticed his staring when she spoke; “Jacob, if you’re having second thoughts… It’s okay.” She says with uncertainty

“Oh far from it honey, I ain’t havin’ second thoughts.”

“That’s good, I uh … Also want you to know that I don’t jump into bed with man that I first meet. But you feel like you’re kinda different? I’m sorry… that’s probably sounds stupid.”

“No not at all. I am interested in you too sugar. Maybe we can see where this goes after tonight.”

She bows her head, those eyelashes fluttering the way they do, looking down at her feet.

Damn that’s cute.

Jacob wastes no time in making the first move. Taking the deputy’s hand, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Well, angel?”

She swipes her braids out of her face. “Yes…’well’.”

The both of them are in Jacob’s room, stripping each other’s clothes off in a fervor. They crash on to his bed, pawing at each other greedily. Jacob roughly jerks her panties down, tearing the last piece of clothing off.

Snaking himself up her body, flushing himself snuggly upon her honeyed mocha skin. Using his hips to coax her thighs to spread further apart and pushes himself into her sex. She cries out much to his delight.

“Mm don’t worry about going slow, just fuck me.” She gasps.

“Gladly ma’am.” He replies smugly.

The bed creaks and groans loudly as if to match volume of their moaning.

This is what you wanted? Hmm to be fucked ragged?” He rasps as he slams himself hard into her body.

“Mm, I’m almost there.” She sighs.

He’s close too, wouldn’t it be nice if they could finish together?

However-

There’s a creaking from his door interrupting their finish.

“I-I’m sorry but you two are very loud, could you be a little quieter?” Comes his daughter’s voice.

“Sweetheart!” Jacob pulls the duvet over to cover himself and Phedra.

“When did you get home?” He asks her.

“About thirty-five minutes ago.” She says giggling. Thankfully she’s being somewhat polite she has a hand covering the side of her face. As to not peep on them.

“Honey... Just go to bed then!” He says agitatedly.

“Okay.” She laughs and shuts the door.

“Sorry about that.” He sighs.

“Heh it’s okay and look she’s home just fine.” Phedra says kissing his forehead.

“Why don’t you stay the night hmm?” He suggests not sure if she’d be willing.

“Thank you I will.” She smiles.

[josephseedismyfather]

Afflicted: Harley & Jacob

Chapter 2: Ruins

Chapter 2 is finally ready.

Many, MANY thanks to my friend @redreart for once again creating the most beautiful chapter art a girl could dream of! Your support and your talent are literal life savers. I love you!

And to @hotmessteaparty, thank you SO MUCH for beta reading, you always manage to blow me away with the amount of work you do. Thank you for the endless hours spent on helping me hash out the things in my brain. I love you ����💖💖 and am incredibly grateful.

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! I have plenty more to go, these fics will be loooong, and chapter 3 is already fleshed out.

[birdsong-goeson]

Vincere Aut Mori / Conquer or Die (part 2), 2k words

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. Chapter summary: Daisy thinks back to her encounter with Jacob and hears something unsettling on the radio. Warnings: none Link to AO3 Link to part 1

Chapter 2

Daisy added kindle to the fire and stared as the flame’s gaping mouth devoured the offering. Nightfall befell the world beyond her current home – an abandoned log cabin in a small, neglected corner of the mountains. A place so secluded that the very trees forgot to make way for the structure. Their gnarly limbs twisted outside the windows, interrupting the breathtaking view as they nudged closer towards the cabin. The roof had become thatched from the amount of leaves and pine needles that landed on it, a thick hat of greenery that was already rotting by the time Daisy had discovered the habitation. It took a lot to turn this place into a home, but it was now a small paradise between the ends of hell. The Whitetail mountains were like something from a psychedelic nightmare these days. But in this corner of the world, it was warm and safe, and the walls were decorated with prints of butterflies and flowers rather than taxidermized game. The cabin smelled like freshly brewed tea and soup and faintly of Gregor, the wolf-dog Daisy found one day and that now refused to budge from her side. Daisy placed a pot of water over the firewood stove and turned on the generator for her nightly wash.

She sipped on her tea as she lay in the bathtub, gazing at the view beyond the window. Her warm breath danced in the cold air as she exhaled, and she watched as the air’s outlines swirled and turned into shapes that lulled and mesmerised her. She snapped out of this trance when Gregor pushed the door open with his large paws.

“You need to wait for your turn, buddy.” She said and leaned back. The dog made a noise of disapproval and sat in front of the door, as he often did. Looking at Gregor, Daisy thought of the wolf pup she had lost that day. She came so close to saving it, she was almost at the border where she would pass it on to the animal rescue service…until he came. Jacob Seed.

Daisy struggled to count the years that’d passed since she last saw him. Had it already been a decade? It seemed hard to comprehend but she’d last seen him when she was in her twenties, and she was now in her early thirties. She scoffed to herself lightly in disbelief. All these years and what did they have to show for them?

Ruins. Everything was gone. The place they’d grown up in was a desecrated site haunted by ghosts. Not only the ghosts of dead people but of those the remaining living were meant to have become. As a child growing up in Hope County, Daisy envisioned herself opening a flower shop or a tea shop, or was it a library? She never really settled on what she wanted, but it wasn’t important. What mattered was that she was at home where her roots were, living in the community she grew up in. Catching up with the people she grew up around, being someone who would remark how different the seasons were coming around each year. Someone most people found dull and boring – a local who never cared to venture outside her state. But to her, it was stability and loyalty; a natural attachment to one’s origins. Instead, she lived now as a fugitive, always on the edge of uncertainty. Will I be here tomorrow? Will I find enough food for the two of us? Will someone bad find us? Nothing could be counted on, the road to the future had been hijacked by them.

The Seed family.

The four people who held the world in the palm of their hand. Well, Joseph’s hand, really. Daisy scrubbed her skin roughly as memories emerged from their tightly sealed box. She was trying not to think of them whilst surviving, there was too much dirt to face in thinking of them. Seeing Jacob today opened up a chasm within her chest. She stood so close to him, close enough to see the cruelty in those frozen blue eyes. Eyes that, she remembered, had not always been unkind. To see him as the thing he was now – a conqueror of people, a brute – unwound something that was tightly coiled in Daisy’s ribcage. She had just enough time to reach the cabin and shut the door behind her before a panic attack gripped her and made her collapse on the floor. She had breathed through the attack, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw him stand in front of her with his arms outstretched. Beckoning a surrender to death.

The crescent moon glistened in the sky and Daisy thought back to many moons ago. To a time when the Seed family consisted of five people – Mr and Mrs Seed and their three sons: Jacob, Joseph and John. Back when the only marks on the son’s bodies were the subtle but definitive marks of grief. It wasn’t the grief of death but the grief a young person carries when they live in a house made of glass. A home where something (or someone) shattered every day, and this breaking would cause small pieces of sharp glass to cut through the air and enter their bodies. The wounds would eventually close, but every once in a while, they would wince as a fragment twisted from within. A memory, a scent, a sound would remind them that they still carried glass after all and would carry those lost pieces to the grave. A house like that can never really be destroyed even if you burned it.

Daisy lived far enough to look the other way when the Seed parents would raise their voices (and other things). Yet close enough to notice the brothers leave in the middle of the night, vowing to never return, but finding themselves sleeping on the wet porch by sunrise. Waiting for someone to unlock the door.

Did growing up in such a house mean you could ruin the entire world?

She emerged from the water and shook the water droplets along with these thoughts. It was time to perform the rituals that made a woman feel normal; she would lather herself with lotions and the cheap perfume she’d found and then self-decorate her body with a house dress which made her feel like a decadent grandmother. Nobody owned pretty things anymore. It was easier to find bullets than a pair of earrings and people would sooner call a gun beautiful than a nice pair of shoes. The cult and the deprivation they created removed many things that were not considered essential. Which was everything women liked to hoard, pretty things lying in the back of their closets and underneath their beds. The kind of pretty stuff they rarely got to actually wear because people in these parts ‘don’t do that’ – wear a flashy dress or a tall pair of heels. But once in a while, when nobody was around, women would unearth these things from their resting places just to stare at them. Just to remember that they did have this after all and if the moment ever did come, they would be ready. This moment never arrived for most.

Daisy liked to steal these things. She wasn’t a thief before, but times were hard now and anything left behind was up for grabs. Everyone took the first aid kits and the gun parts and maps, but nobody touched the box of bracelets, the shoes above the closet or the dress behind the bedsheets. Daisy did and was now a collector of women’s memorabilia. They meant nothing and yet were everything. To behold something beautiful was a necessity she could not go without. She now sat on the floor with her legs crossed and flipped through the pages of someone’s postcard collection. The radio lulled quietly in the background, she was warm in front of the stove and Gregor was chewing on a shoe he’d stolen from someone’s derelict garden. Despite the misery that clung to the region, life had its moments of comfort for this pair of thieves.

Both were absorbed in their occupations for some time when the radio channel began transmitting static rather than the usual tunes. Daisy liked to bypass local signals to reach the channels out of state because they played real music and not bible hymns or cultist songs. She turned the handle absentmindedly – she’d reached the postcards from abroad – to restore the signal, which often failed when a raspy voice made her stop.

“The weak always see themselves as heroes,” said an all-too-familiar voice. “They think they are making a difference, they see themselves as noble saboteurs for the cause. They think they have a purpose, that their actions matter. But they don’t.” The last word was said with emphasis and he let it hang in the air for a moment. Gregor’s chewing stopped and his ears perked up as though he understood Jacob’s words. And perhaps he did for he let out a low growl.

“I know some of you out there are alone. And weak. And we know what happens to the weak…” Daisy turned up the volume and kneeled before the radio, casting her book to the side. She knew Jacob’s channel interfered with other local ones, but he rarely spoke. The soldiers of Eden’s Gate often used it to meddle with Eli’s signal and radio, the leader of the notorious Whitehall militia. This beef went back and forth, and Daisy thought she’d bypassed their signals. Perhaps only because nobody cared to interfere. Now, it seemed, they did.

“I’m going to tell you a little story tonight. I want you to listen carefully.”

“Once upon a time, there was a weak woman. She was afraid and had good reason to do so. You see, she lived near a prison and often there were reports of fugitive inmates. Criminals who would hitchhike or make the long walk to the nearest town where she lived. So, she got herself a nice big dog, a guard dog. She loved him and he loved her, they were inseparable. Every night, he would sleep beneath his owner’s bed and when she became afraid and needed comfort, she’d reach out her hand and he would lick it. ‘I am here,’ he would say. ‘You are safe.’” Jacob made a noise that sounded like a chuckle.

Daisy looked at Gregor and felt cold fear expel all the warmth in her body.

“One night,” he continued, “the woman thought she heard something in her house. She was afraid and, like usual, reached out for her dog. He licked her hand and assured her. So, she slept. Later that night, she swore she heard something move. Petrified, she stretched her hand and felt that loyal lick. She fell asleep again. The third time she woke up, she’d had enough and decided to investigate. The woman got up and walked to the kitchen. On the floor, she found her dog with his head had been cut off clean. Real nasty work. And on the wall, there was written in blood: ‘Men can lick too.’”

A shiver travelled up Daisy’s spine.

“Awful right?” He asked. “A man pounced on the woman and did all sorts of things to her. The woman and the dog were found together sometime after. You see, the woman was weak but forgot it. She thought the dog could keep her safe, that it made her stronger, safer. It gave her false hope. When the strong arrived, she finally understood her weakness. Do you understand yours?”

The question reverberated in the room, threatening to choke her. Daisy’s blood pulsed with fear.

“Someone out there considers themselves strong. They’re wrong. They think they can endure. But they can’t. I want you to think real hard about your place in this world. Learn your purpose. My judges are coming.” Jacon stopped and his voice drifted to static. The channel reverted to the tunes that played before. Daisy turned it off and unplugged the radio.

She rose from the floor and paced the cabin. She felt the unexplainable need to touch everything, as though she needed proof she was really there. She touched the table and chairs, the water tap, she shut the blinds. Finally, Gregor caressed her leg with his large head, bringing her to the present. Daisy felt an unwavering conviction that Jacob was speaking to her, that he was close.

She knew one thing for certain.

Jacob was coming.

[ivymarquis]

Ive been having a fun time writing deranged but ultimately consensual cod pieces but if yall dont leave the god damn dark fic writers alone Im gonna start churning out shit that makes Apex Predator look like a fluff piece by comparison

[pande-monty-um]

Chapter 3 is up my dudes!!

The Price of Denial

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62681191/chapters/161039929

[direwombat]

The Horror and the Wild

Relationships: Female Deputy/Eli Palmer, Female Deputy/Jacob Seed

Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tales, (vaguely), Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Emetophobia, Enemies to Lovers, Unhealthy Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Werewolf Turning, Werewolf Hunters, Werewolf Mates, Manipulation, Eventual Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, 

Sybille La Roux is Deputy Sheriff in the quiet backwater of Hope County Montana. She’s got a stable career, a loving partner, and a backpacking trip through Yellowstone planned for next summer. But when a gruesome wolf attack occurs during the peak of hunting season, she finds herself getting drawn into a world she never knew existed. One rife with blood, loyalty, and most of all, hunger.

This is a Creature Feature.

read Act I: Infection on ao3