#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!

[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.

[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*

[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!!!!!

[birdsong-goeson]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome to the herd, Daisy.”

[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.

[temyougood]

Bitter Water

AO3 Link

Chapter One

Someone really needed to rein that kid in. Levi kept running his finger over his ring as he tried to ignore Cal. Didn't Jacob care that his son was being a nuisance during a sermon? Didn't he care about him slipping notes? He flickered his eyes over to John. He didn't seem to notice what was going on. A toothless grin was on his face as he watched his older brother up there. Levi turned his gaze back up to Joseph as well. The sermon sounded confusing, and that was probably his fault for not paying attention. Something Collapse something, something, Eden, something, God stuff.

His muscles tensed up as he felt something touch his hand. He moved his gaze down to see another folded paper. Where was he even getting all this paper from? Levi's jaw clenched as he saw Cal sitting there, kicking his feet absentmindedly. What did he even want so much? He kept his gaze on John as he slowly opened up the paper. He had to stifle a laugh at the crude drawing of John with stink lines. It faded as a tattooed hand reached over and ripped it away. Levi's face fell as he saw John looking down at it. His husband shot a glare up, leaning towards him. He fought back a whimper—he was going to cause a scene! His eyes darted to Cal, then to John. His husband suddenly gave a knowing look as he leaned away. He crumpled the paper and shoved it into his pocket.

—

A pit grew in Levi’s stomach as the service started to draw to a close. John kept his hand on his folded ones. At least Cal stopped his note passing, even if it meant hearing the kid acting like a rabid animal against his father's grip. Callum Seed, preferred Cal. Jacob's little boy. John said he was a little shit, and the kid didn't like him too! He didn't know if the kid liked him. They were just annoying when he wanted to be, especially during sermons.

When Joseph let them go, John yanked Levi up. He pulled him close enough to feel his breath on him. His face pressed to his ear. “Wait in the car.” John ordered in a hushed tone. When he pulled back to face Levi, a gentle smile played on his lips.

“Yes, John.” Levi whispered back. His feet were made of stone as he started to leave, trying to squeeze past the bodies.

He heard someone ask John to speak to him. His heart leapt; no one ever asked for him! He looked back with wide eyes. However, John was already blocking the way and view. “Oh, he isn't feeling all that well. What is it you need?” He answered quickly. Useless. Levi cursed at himself before going.

The walk to the car was like being walked to gallows, except Levi went on his own free will. How far would he get if he ran right now? Not far. The car was unlocked, so he swung open the door. No one got hit. He sighed as he slid himself into the passenger seat. He held his head in his hands. John would do something. He would come back and hit you if the windows weren't see-through. Instead, he will just scream at you and then fuck you later. The voice in the back of his head whispered to him. It was wrong, though; John only hit him once by accident, and he already made up for it. Levi leaned against the door as his eyes went down.

The minutes dragged on as his head began to spike in pain. His fingers gripped onto his legs as he tried to get it under control. It couldn't act up now. He swore when he saw that child again—his grip tightened as he saw John out of the corner of his eye. His husband was approaching the car at a steady pace. Levi's muscles locked up as if he were a deer in headlights. A pit formed in his stomach as he heard the driver's side door open, and he tried not to flinch as it slammed shut.

[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.

[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.

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.

[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

[peggiepratt]

Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed AU Ao3 Rec List

Hey beloveds!! It's come to my attention there's FRESH MEAT in the Jaci fandom so I made this fic rec. If you hate incomplete fics you will HATE this post (but I wouldn't have included an incomplete fic unless I personally felt it was worth reading as is). Please mind the authors' warnings bc it's been years since I read these.

stuck here again by Crazyamoeba 

Words: 6,315 Chapters: 1/1

Staci doesn't know how one man, with the regular number of fingers on each hand, can push every last one of his buttons at the same time. He is good with cars, though.

Remblais by Different_approach

Words:15,276 Chapters:3/?

Jacob Seed isn’t gay. But sometimes, he sleeps with men. It just sort of happens. (Actually the premise of this AU is that Hudson, Pratt, and Nylander have...Millennial jobs that Jacob doesn’t understand; he sleeps with Pratt by accident, things get complicated from there)

when your stitch comes loose by devils_trap

Words:34,023 Chapters:5/?

He doesn't get to write the reply text message, too distracted by the tan boot cocked to the side, right into Staci's cubicle. Staci's not gay, a handful of lackluster inebriated encounters have told him as much, but he's gotten drunk enough times and delved down enough gay porn rabbitholes to know what that extended foot offers. Understall, anonymous.

Runner's High by monsieurbanjo

Words:4,158 Chapters:1/1

It’s Hope County’s first Police Run and Deputy Pratt’s run is more of a jog, at this point. i.e, a noncult verse where staci sees jacob only while volunteering for marathons / runs with the HCPD. jacob is a merciless flirt and staci is pining hard.

florida kilos by thisisthefamilybusiness

Words:2,373 Chapters:1/1

In which Jacob Seed deals weapons for his brother's drug empire, and Staci Pratt is a narc in too deep.

the fruit of all my grief by devils_trap 

Words:89,097Chapters:16/?

“Really, Jacob? Really.” He makes no attempt at hiding how incredulous and pissed off he is. It'd be a shitty thing to do to a civilian, but to a cop? What Jacob just did was God damn stupid, and with the way Pratt's life's been going, he's sorely tempted to arrest Jacob for reckless driving. “Afternoon, Officer,” Jacob says with a slow, shit-eating grin. His teeth are bright and white, huge in his mouth behind plush pink lips. He's handsome in a fucked up way, with strong masculine features and full, bright red hair. His face scarred and weathered to high heaven, from tragedy during his military service, Pratt assumes.