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Deputy X Jess, during whatever holiday you wish

Winter in Hope County

Requested by @the-chaos-siblings I hope you like it!!! 😁😁😁

(Gender Neutral) Deputy (Y/n) x Jess Black

Warnings: Fluff

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Winter in Hope County is unbelievably beautiful, the Cult is starting to calm their shit down and take time off from killing people and forcing them off their land. 

But that didn’t mean they weren’t there, it’s the holiday season. Season of mercy and forgiveness. Maybe the Seeds are showing everyone mercy for once. That’s suspicious. 

Deputy Y/n is working at the Hope County jail, it’s been a very slow and quiet shift that Sheriff Whitehorse let you get off early, which is very rare, but you didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to get off work early. 

You get into your car, and leave the jail property, going to visit your close friend Jess. You two were becoming close, maybe a little too close, and you swear you thought she was gonna kiss you one time. 

Not gonna lie, you like her too but you know deep down you like her more than just a friend. She’s usually the 8-Bit Pizza with all the others or at the Lumber Yard, or the Wolf Den in the Whitetails. 

You drive to the pizza place, when you pull up, you see all your friends there. 

The snow made it somewhat difficult to drive in, slowing you down when you drive up a hill or mountain. 

You enter the bar, and greet everyone. “Hey Nick, Grace, Addie” the 3 Guns For Hire’s you greet upon walking in. 

You see Jess in the back along with Sharky and Hurk Jr. The huntress wasn’t really a people person, she kept a lot to herself but when you two started hanging out she opened up to you and talked about her past. How she was a troublemaker, how she used to deal drugs, get into fights and basically how her life growing up wasn’t proper because of her parents working and moving around a lot. The Cook abducting her parents and killing them in front of her. 

You go to the back to see your friends. “Hey Jess, Sharky, Hurk” you greet them. 

“Hey Dep!” Hurk says, before continuing with whatever he was talking about to the two, “I dunno about no “resurrection” but me and the Monkey God. we’re pretty tight, and I also pray to all of the Baby Jesuses: White baby Jesus, black baby Jesus, and bow and arrow baby Jesus”. 

You look at the other two in confusion, “I have no idea what the fuck we are talking about anymore” Jess says pinching the bridge of her nose. 

After a few minutes of talking you and Jess head out, driving out of the Henbane towards the Whitetails. You drive towards the Lumber yard where you first met her when you liberated the joint, but you also discover a cabin not far from there. 

You have taken her there before, mainly just hanging out. Usually not going any further than cuddling on the couch.

You brought out the softer side of her, she’s usually not mean or anything, to you at least. 

“Damn this snow is getting thicker by the second” she says. Winter in Hope County meant 3-5 feet of snow. 

A blizzard starts to pick, and you try your best to get the truck to the cabin, going into the warmth of the burning lumbar. 

The blizzard made it difficult to see out the windshield but you knew your way around this town. Finally after what felt like 30 minutes you make it to the cabin.

“Fuckin finally” you mutter, relieved. You both step out of the car into the cold Montana blizzard. Nearly blowing your beanie off. You both rush into the cabin, and quickly shut the door behind you. 

“Well that was fun” you chuckle, turning on the light switch only for it not to work. Probably because of the blizzard. 

“I got it” she says, starting up the fireplace. The whole house heats up immediately, warming you both up. 

You take off your jacket, boots and your gun holster. Sit in front of the fire, she does the same and joins you. 

You two always had a great time together, you certainly brought out another side of her. Drinking some hot chocolate (or coffee, or tea) by the fire. 

Music playing softly over the radio, you can thank Wheaty for that, hacking into the radio towers and playing some good music. 

Jess finished her drink before you do, the snow hitting the windows, making it sound like someone is aggressively tapping on the glass. 

Talking, laughing, enjoying each other’s company. A part of you felt like Jess might have feelings for you, but then she could just like you as a best friend that's how it usually is. 

You feel yourself getting sleepy, damn hot chocolate (coffee/tea) is getting to you. You feel yourself starting to drift off, you set your cup on the table next to you. 

To your surprise, Jess cuddles up to you. Your eyes widen in surprise, her rested against your chest. You wrap your arms around her, you know if you tell the others they might not believe you, or Jess might deny it. 

Either way, you enjoy spending time with her, usually around Christmas time you love spending time with her. 

You both drift off to sleep, and like 20 minutes later you shift in your sleep a bit, so you’re laying on your back instead of sitting against the arm of the couch. Thinking she would move the other end of the couch, Jess stays where she is, laying on top of you. Still attached to you, her arms hugging your body. 

You’ll take this anytime with her, and you wrap your arms around her holding her close to you, and you fall asleep on the couch, the fire still lit and warm. 

[apricitasart]

Deputy Casey Reeves

Name: Casey Lawrence Reeves

Age: 27

DOB: May 27th

Gender: Cis Male

Height: 5′8″

Weight: 145lbs

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Eyes: Green

Hair: Dark Brown

Sexuality: Gay

Early Life

Casey was born and raised in Butte Montana to an extremely religious family.

He spent most of his earlier years rebelling against them and their ways, until he finally came out as gay and was ultimately disowned. This eventually led to him running away to live with an older slightly romantic partner. Somewhere down the line Casey became dependant on several vices, drugs, alcohol, sex, etc. After rock bottom and a near death overdose, Casey decided it was time to get his life back on track.

Edens Gate

Casey was not rescued by Dutch from the crash, instead he washed up the shore of the Henbane in Faith's region. This was his first encounter with bliss, it went horribly, as he has actively avoided most of his vices up until then. Faith did her best to console him, in her own way, as well as manipulate him into trusting her and the bliss. Eventually he woke up in the county jail, a few bumps and bruises, a heavy disdain for the bliss, distrust of the water, and a strong motivation to find and save Faith.

Home

Casey lives alone in a 2 bedroom apartment that is slightly too big and too lavish for one person. It's filled with the bare minimum. He owns one pet, a gold fish, named Fish. A pet was recommended by his therapist, though Casey didn't think himself capable of that kind of responsibility, so he settled on a goldfish, something simple that likely wouldn't live long. When the fish didn't immediately die, Casey eventually grew very attached, though having never given it a real name. He arguably takes better care of Fish than himself.

Relationships

Joseph: Casey is terrified of Joseph, deep down he fears that Joseph may be right. Though he struggled internally with being gay and what his family put on him religiously while growing up. He hasn't spent much time with Joseph and from what he has, he is greatly unnerved by him.

John: Unsurprisingly, Casey also dislikes John, greatly. Casey is quick to submit, surrendering without a fight, in exchange for not using bliss bullets on him. He is also quick to 'confess his sins' with John, as again, he has been raised under the belief that being gay is a bad thing. John finds they have some things in common, what with both their addiction addled pasts. Being even remotely compared to the man fills Casey with despair.

Jacob: Casey doesn't feel much for Jacob, of course he dislikes the man, but has had very little interaction with him. Jacob saw him as weak and useless. He did not go through any trials and was quickly assumes wolf/judge food.

Faith: After the initial arrest attempt, Faith was his first actual interaction with the family. He was blissed out of his mind, freaked out, lost, and she was somewhat comforting. He sees a lot of himself in Faith and desperately wants to save her. He's blinded to the poyysytuysibility that she may not actually be as innocent and brainwashed as he thinks.

Parker Cooper (My IRL partner's deputy): upon first meeting Parker, Casey had mild gay panic, which only grew over time. He finds him to be reckless and goofy, but also admires him greatly for being all around good. Parker is only Casey's second ever relationship and the only good one.

Ashe Bell (My IRL partner's deputy as well): Casey isn't particularly close with many women though Ashe is definitely his closest friend. She's hard on Casey and constantly poking fun at him, though they both know it comes from a good place. She is one of the only people he trusts unconditionally, he spends his bad days with her over anyone else.

Whitehorse: Casey see's Whitehorse as somewhat of father figure, especially since his relationship with his actual father is so bad. Whitehorse is a positive role model and influence on his life. He is also considerate of Casey's past.

Nick and Kim: at first Casey had a mild crush on Nick, but quickly moved past it in respect for him and his marriage. He holds both Nick and Kim in very high regards and would do just about anything for them, if needed. Absolutely cried upon meeting baby Carmina.

Sharky and Hurk: Casey doesn't dislike either of the two, though he moreso tolerates them due to their close friendship with Parker. That and he knows that despite the chaos and jackass-ery, they are both genuinely good men.

Grace: He holds a great amount of respect for Grace despite being intimidated by her. Though this doesn't stop him from enjoying her company, he finds they share a comfortable and compatible silence together and appreciates her efficiency with a gun.

Jess: Neither of them spend much time together, as Jess is far too brash for Casey, and he himself, is far too timid for her. There are no hard feelings between the two, they simply aren't compatible.

Adelaide: Adelaide makes Casey rather uncomfortable, what with always speaking her mind and oversharing. He likes to imagine she's what an overly supportive and nosey and somewhat embarrassing aunt would be like if he had one.

Love Life

Casey has been single and avoided intimacy with anyone since becoming sober for personal reasons. He's an expert at turning people down and not responding to advances or any attempts at flirting.

Since starting at the station, Casey quietly crushed on one of the other deputies, Parker Cooper (my irl partner's deputy). He never acted on it, until the events of fighting the cult.  They get together shortly after and remain together throughout the events and the collapse.

Other Fun Stuff!

Casey does not cook, he lives mostly off of take out and leftovers. His fridge is very poorly stocked. He drinks entirely too much coffee for someone with permanent bags under their eyes. He sleeps on his couch more often than in his own bed. His apartment is scarcely furnished, having only the bare minimum. Most of his free time is spent binge watching anything and everything on netflix and other streaming sites and occasionally reading anything that looks interesting.

He is very sardonic and all around hard on himself, though he cares very little if others dislike him or mock him. He can come off as very disinterested and possibly even rude to those who don't know him. He's generally pretty easy to get along with once you get past that, though actually getting him to be social and spend time with friends outside of work is difficult.

Casey has one small, relatively crappy tattoo on his inner ankle, though he has long since stubbed many cigarettes out on it in a somewhat successful attempt at ruining it. He has a few other cigarette burn scars, some done on purpose, others from simply being careless (he's fallen asleep smoking multiples times before). He has the faded scars of track marks on both arms, though keeps his uniform sleeves rolled down enough to keep them covered.

If asked, Casey would describe his parents as somewhat akin to the American Gothic painting. He hasn't had communication with them or any other relatives since leaving home. Though he soon finds that his overly religious folks have joined Eden's Gate, seeking safety from the collapse.

Art by Myself, Minilev and Misclae!

[jedi-mabari]

Happy New Year

Word Count:1150 Warnings:None A/N:So, I came up with this when I was writing little drabbles for a kissing thing, and just fell in love with the idea of Christopher Jones and Staci Pratt, and I was just to excited, so this has taken me all day even though it’s so short because I needed to keep taking breaks because I kept getting all squeely about it.

Summary:Christopher Jones volunteered to work New Year’s eve because he had nothing better to do. He wasn’t expecting to spend the evening with coworker and fellow deputy Staci Pratt, who has an ulterior motive for working late. _____________________________________________________________

Christopher had volunteered to stay in the office for New Year’s eve. He didn’t have any family in Montana, and he had few friends outside of work, so he didn’t really mind working the holiday. Everyone else, including Whitehorse and Nancy had spent the week talking about how excited they were for their families to come. Joey had plans with her girlfriend, some party in the city, so she had taken off early. The only person who had kept quiet about his plans was Pratt, which Christopher had thought was strange, considering Pratt just about never shut up about anything exciting going on in his life. When his cousin was having a kid, he yapped on about it for months.

Christopher sat behind his desk, reading old reports, waiting for the phone to ring with someone calling for help because someone had set a trailer off using illegal fireworks. Whitehorse had ducked out with a quick goodbye, and Nancy made a show of grabbing her bag and coat. Christopher chuckled to himself, freezing when Pratt set a glazed old fashioned and a cup of coffee on his desk. He looked up at his co-worker and smiled.

“Is this your apology for leaving me to do all this work on my own,” Christopher asked, chucking as he motioned to all the paperwork left on his desk.

“I would never dream of it,” Pratt said, taking a mug and a doughnut to his own desk. Christopher raised an eyebrow at him as he took a bite of the doughnut on his desk.

“You don’t have any fun plans,” Christopher asked, and Pratt shrugged.

“My mom is hosting the cookie party for her sewing circle, and I’d rather not have to sit with them and discuss the pros of a blanket stitch over a cable stitch.” They shared a chuckle, and Christopher shrugged.

“Well, it’s nice to have the company anyhow,” he said, turning back to his paperwork. Pratt put on some old country music so that they weren’t working in silence. They took turns getting snacks and coffee from the break room every half hour or so.

“Want a refill,” Christopher asked, and Pratt looked up from the open file in front of him.

“Sure,” he said, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. He lifted his mug for Christopher to take, and when their fingers brushed against each others, Pratt looked quickly back down at his paperwork, his cheeks turning pink. Christopher quickly left for the kitchen, turning away from Pratt to hide the bashful look on his own face. When he returned to the bullpen, he was carefully holding two mugs, both a doughnut balanced on top.

Pratt had moved his desk and was leaned against the side of Christopher’s desk. He was holding a folder in his hands, but it was closed, and he looked as if he had something on his mind. Christopher, never one to press for information, set Pratt’s coffee on his desk with a smile.

“I got you the last fritter. I know you’d prefer it was maple, but apple was what was in the box.”

“Thanks,” Pratt said, not looking up from the floor tile he had suddenly decided was so interesting. He chewed his lip for a moment, then smiled up at the junior deputy. He took a deep, steady breath. “Can I ask you something that might seem a little weird, probi?” Christopher rolled his eyes at the moniker and smiled before taking a sip from the cider he’d disguised as coffee.

“Go for it, Staci,” he said. He tried to move around the senior deputy, but was stopped by him standing straight and moving in front of him. Christopher shot him an inquisitive look. Pratt seemed to have lost all his nerve and took a step back, suddenly too close to the taller man. “Hey, man, you still here?” Staci swallowed hard and looked him in the eye.

“There was actually another reason I volunteered tonight,” he said, setting the file down just to shove his hands deep into his pockets. “Aside from the sewing circle cookie party.” Christopher waited patiently for Pratt to continue, allowing him time to collect his thoughts and form his words. Just when Christopher opened his mouth to ask for more information, Staci blurted out. “I mostly just wanted to spend more time with you.” He didn’t look at Christopher as he confessed this, and Christopher chuckled, setting his cider down on his desk.

“You could have just asked,” Christopher said, trying once again to get behind his desk. Pratt let out a little a frustrated sigh and grabbed Christopher’s arm.

“No I mean, not just at work. I kind of wanted to take you out for drinks.” Christopher laughed, and watched the horror creep onto Pratt’s face. He could tell he was regretting everything he had said, wishing he could take it all back, and Christopher quickly realized what he had meant.

“Shit,” Christopher said under his breath. He hadn’t realized Pratt had actually liked him, and now it was his turn to realize how close he was standing to Pratt, the smell of his cologne was pleasant and all he could see was Pratt’s face still a mask of horror at his boldness, and then the alarm on Christopher’s computer went off, and then the words ‘Happy New Year” was screaming in his head and it was all he could think to do.

His lips crashed against Staci’s, and the horror on Pratt’s face faded and the panic in Christopher’s chest was replaced with a warm sensation. Pratt removed his hands from his pocket, wrapping his arms around Christopher’s neck, pulling himself closer, and Christopher wrapped his arms around Pratt’s waist, pulling their hips together. It seemed like the kiss lasted for ages, but realistically, it was only a couple of seconds. When their lips separated, they pressed their foreheads together and they were both breathing pretty hard.

“Happy new years,” Christopher whispered, almost afraid to break the moment. Pratt kept his eyes closed, savoring the moment. It lasted until Staci loosened his arms wrapped around him, pulling back into himself. Christopher allowed him to move away, and cleared his throat. Pratt did the same, running a hand through his hair.

“So,” Pratt said, and Christopher chuckled nervously.

“Wanna go get a beer?” The question hung in the air between them, and Staci’s eyes lingering on Christopher’s lips. He chewed his own for a moment and nodded slowly.

“A beer sounds perfect,” he said, and Christopher grabbed his coat, heading for the front door. Pratt followed Christopher to the door, and they stopped. There was still mistletoe hanging from the door from Christmas, and both of the men blushed again. Christopher took Pratt’s hand, and leaned closer to him, and they shared one more kiss before heading off to the bar to celebrate with the rest of the town.

[rheyninwrites]

Anyone want FarCry 5 non-cult AU?

Cause I got that

Hitchhiker-Part 1

Jacob stood quietly by the side of the road, resting his back against the stop sign as he looked to the sky. The clouds rolling in were dark, heavy with rain, and so far he’d seen neither car nor evidence of civilization. His phone told him Hope County wasn’t far away, but walking it would still take a long time, even longer once the rains started. He frowned, then rummaged through the worn camouflage bag at his feet. He didn’t have anything more protective than the old army jacket he wore, and, obviously, nothing had managed to materialize in his bag. He zipped it closed again, then slung it over his shoulder. So much for a decent rest. If he was going to be rained on, it would be better to cover as much ground as he could beforehand.

Rook flipped the wipers on and off, cursing them for not moving faster in this godawful rain. She couldn’t see a damn thing, and she still had a forty-five minute drive into Hope County. Then she had to find some damn bar called “The Spread Eagle”, whatever the hell kind of name that was, to meet Sheriff Whitehorse and get the key and directions to the cabin she’d be staying in while training the new K-9 recruits. She loved her job, really, but sometimes dealing with these podunk Montana towns just seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

She’d grabbed her phone, intent on changing the music to something that might put her in a better mood when she saw him, a hulking figure with a camouflage jacket draped over his head, his thumb lifted at the end of his outstretched arm. Whoever the fuck he was, he must have been desperate to be out in this mess. She hit the breaks of the old truck, pulling onto the side of the road in front of him and reaching across to throw the door open.

When he approached the truck, Jacob was surprised to see a slim woman behind the wheel, with short, dark hair, wearing combat boots not unlike his own, and a short dress printed with sunflowers. Judging by the dilapidated state of the truck and the distance from decent civilization, he’d expected either a grizzled old man or an unlucky hunter who’d been rained out, not someone who looked like they might’ve been more at home in a field of flowers.

Rook cleared her throat, raising her eyebrows expectantly while he stared at her.

“You gonna get in, or you like getting drenched like this? ‘Cause I got places to be, Mister.”

Jacob shook his head, droplets of rain falling from his red hair.

“Where you headed?”

“Hope County. Place called Falls End.” She ran her fingers through her hair, brushing it back away from her face. “I didn’t reckon it’d really matter, weather like this, but if you need a ride someplace else-“

“No. I’m headed there too.” Jacob tossed his bag in the floorboard, shaking the water off of his jacket as he climbed in the truck. When he’d slammed the door behind him, Rook took a minute to put on some music, something soft and low that Jacob couldn’t quite pick out, but it sounded pleasant enough to him. Almost soothing, even. Then she put the truck in gear and pulled back on the road.

They rode in silence, all the while Rook feeling the man’s eyes on her. When she glanced his way, he had the decency to seem embarrassed about it, and turned his eyes to the road in front of them. After a minute, though, he turned to look at her again.

“Why’d you pick me up?”

Rook noticed his voice was quiet, like he was making an effort to come across as no threatening as possible. She shrugged her shoulders.

“You were wet.”

Jacob laughed, a soft chuckle that came out more like a low huff of air. That was a hell of an answer. Very matter of fact, the kind of answer he’d probably given in her situation, one that wouldn’t give much information to someone he barely knew.

“I’m just asking. Not many would stop for a soaking wet hitchhiker, and you’re a girl, too.”

She reached the hand closest to him down to the inside of one of her boots an pulled out a knife.

“I ain’t really worried. Besides,” she said as she slipped the knife back into its hidden sheath, “i seriously doubt even a psychotic serial killer would be out in weather like this if he didn’t have to. I sure as hell wouldn’t.”

Jacob nodded. “So why do you have to be out in this weather, then?”

Rook pursed her lips, taking a minute to think.

“You first.”

Fair enough.

“I’m visiting my brothers.”

She looked at him for just a second before turning her eyes back to the road,

“They couldn’t pick you up?”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The last thing he wanted to do was share his life story with some stranger. Still, since she’d taken the time to pick him up in this weather, and she was giving him a ride right to where he needed to be, he felt he owed her something. Besides, what harm would telling her do? He’d probably never see her again,

“We . . . don’t exactly have the best relationship.” He looked out of the window, trying to distract himself from what he was saying. “Truth is, I haven’t seen them in about twenty-five years, since we were kids. I did some things that weren’t exactly very nice, trying to protect them from our foster parents. I got put in jail, and they got told I was a monster. Now, well, I guess I just want to make things right before it’s too late.” He swallowed hard.

“I had a shot childhood too, if it makes you feel any better,” she said, very matter of fact about it. “Runaway mom and abusive dad. A good brother, though, once upon s time.”

“What happened to him?” He cursed himself for asking. It wasn’t any of his business, but she replied anyway.

“Afghanistan.”

“Shit. I was in the Gulf. First one. I’m sorry to hear that. It’s tough. Guess that’s why I’m trying to reconnect with my brothers. Spent a lot of time angry after I got back, hating everyone and everything. Guess I got lucky, ended up with a good therapist, diagnosed with PTSD, depression, anxiety. Now I’m learning how to be a human being again.”

She nodded, not speaking for a long time. He’d just started wondering if he’d said too much when she spoke again.

“I’m here training dogs for the police department. Got my own company. Most of the departments out here, they need the dogs, but can’t afford to have a full time trainer on staff. So I travel from shit town to shit town, doing it for ‘em.”

Jacob smiled. “That’s incredible. I worked with K-9 units during my time in the military. I love dogs. Always more reliable than humans.”

“Tell me about it!” Rook laughed.

They spent the rest of the drive talking about the dogs they’d worked with, training techniques, and their favorite breeds. Before they knew it, Rook’s old truck was pulling up in front of The Spread Eagle, both of them laughing at the name. The rain had mostly subsided, diminishing to a steady drizzle, when Rook turned to Jacob in the parking lot.

“What’s your name, anyway, dog boy?”

Jacob smiled at her, noticing for the first time how very pretty she was. His palms began to sweat instantly. He hadn’t even thought about romance in the past fifteen or twenty years, figuring it wouldn’t be fair to drag someone else into his broken world. But he was better now, he’d been through therapy, he’d learned to manage his anger, and, most of all, he’d learned that he didn’t have to do everything alone in order to be strong. She raised her eyebrows at him quizzically, and he realized he still hadn’t answered her questions.

“Jacob. Jacob Seed.”

She returned his smile with one of her own, a warm smile that made Jacob’s stomach flop.

“So, Jacob Seed, what are your plans here in Hope County with your brothers?”

Jacob shrugged. “I guess I’ll find someplace to stay cheap, see if I can rent a room or something. Stay until I run out of money, or they tell me to go. I’ll manage somehow. I always do.”

“ I’ve got a better idea. How about you’re my new trainee?” She watched a puzzled expression dance across Jacob’s face. “Well, you’ve clearly got the skills and temperament, of what you told me is true, and I could use an extra pair of hands. Plus, I get a cabin as part of the deal, and you’ll get to make some money while you spend time with your brothers.”

Jacob smiled a crooked smile at her, nodding. This was an interesting streak of luck.

“Come on then, Jacob. I’ll buy you a beer.”

[space-whalesharks]

Ooo how about soulmate AU? Or if that one’s been done coffee shop/diner AU? 👀💕

I’mma go hog wild because I’ve touched/written for two out of three of those for FC5- well, 1 and ½, considering I only had that little bit for a ‘last line’ for soulmate. But you’re Pack Parents’s #1 fan, SO: 

FC5 - 

Soulmate: 

‘Soul marks’ are a tattoo on a person’s inner wrist that counts down until you meet your soulmate/see them for the first time. 

Nic’s timer had way too much time on it compared to all her friends and family so she covered it up - until her wrist starts burning on the way to the Compound- and then it switches to 2 minutes right when they land and she realizes ‘Oh. Shit’ and panics- especially when she makes eye contact with every single Peggie and it doesn’t hit zero- until she’s looking at all the Seeds so she’s mortified - until she sees John looking absolutely shell shocked down at his wrist. 

John tries to use the soulbond as a manipulation tactic but Nic ain’t havin’ any of that. 

Plot twist: If soulmates harm each other with what should be fatal hits of any sort, they heal so the final confrontation is Hella annoying and doesn’t get anywhere.

When the Collapse comes and everybody ends up in a bunker together Joseph tends to force them into the same room bc ‘you’re soulmates damn it GET ALONG.’ 

Coffee Shop/Diner AU - Combining bc my brain isnt that original today and I can only think of one general idea, just a different ‘shop.’

Whitehorse is Nic’s stepdad and runs the coffee shop/diner, Nic assists running the place and Staci and Joey are regular workers. Burke also works there but he’s only there a couple of days a week and keeps insisting his days there are numbered. 

Nic’s mom recently passed and they both figure they need a lawyer to help them through a bunch of stuff, even if it’s just dumbing down jargon. Enter relatively new customer/ambulance-chasing lawyer John who’s all ‘pretty girl in distress? Actually needs legal help? Helllllllllllllllllloooo.’ 

Staci and Joey hate him because he’s one of those customers with the lengthy complicated order and he’s shameless about it, so once John starts hanging around almost constantly they go out of their way to screw up his order a lot - after low key making sure there’s no health risks. 

Once everything with Nic’s mom is settled, he keeps showing up. Nic’s so used to ‘one and done’ “relationships” that she has no idea he’s actively interested in her. 

Probably would involve a fight in the rain that ends with them sticking their tongues down each other’s throats. 

Bitten / Pack Parents: 

Soulmate AU - that fits the regular not-fic events too well anyway so:

Jeremy’s had ‘Alexandra Wyatt’ written on his wrist for as long as he can remember, but growing up as a werewolf made him write off soulmates as a farce and he didn’t bother with it. 

Alex had Jeremy’s name on her wrist, but she met Will first and figures ‘who needs a soulmate when you’ve got love- it could be platonic down the line anyway.’ 

The shit hits the fan, she gets taken prisoner, they find her, save her, nurse her back to health, though she still doesn’t utter a word to them. Jeremy takes her back to her apartment for her things so she can feel more like herself - and almost chokes when he sees ‘Alexandra Wyatt’ on an old envelope - but doesn’t say anything, because if she hasn’t figured it out / wrote that Jeremy could just be a common name he’s not going to force any obligations on her. Besides, the world’s evil if higher powers gave him a human as his soulmate, it’s not fair to either of them, and it’s far too dangerous. 

When Karen visits about suspicious happenings in the town, she drops “Mr. Danvers” in conversation, and considering Jeremy was right and she didn’t know his last name up ‘til then, she’s just as beside herself. 

They don’t talk about it with each other because they’re so convinced that something bad could go wrong/ ‘well, they haven’t brought it up so it’s probably not even my name they have on their wrist’ , they just pine endlessly - until Alex nearly gets killed again, gets out of trouble, cue them having a very emotional reunion and showing their wrists and finally talking about it / ‘you fool, you absolute buffoon, here I need to kiss you right now.’ 

Diner AU

Alex moves to Bear Valley and opens up a bakery next door to a cutesy little diner called ‘Wolf Prints.’

She and Elena start up a friendship because they keep having to run next door to see if one has food supplies that they don’t. Elena absolutely loves Alex to pieces and then notices how single she is, so she just ‘happens’ to get busy one day and sends Jeremy over for a supply trade. 

Both lowkey know exactly what Elena’s doing but hey, finally some company without as much of an age gap, and the other’s perfectly nice and easy on the eyes, so what’s the harm?

Karen peer pressures Jeremy into eventually asking Alex out

The whole gang eventually knocks down the wall between the shops and start up a restaurant. 

[sml8180]

Shot at Redemption - 18

Changes

It felt like ages before Rose was up on her feet again. The shot in her leg kept her in bed for a time, unable to put her weight onto her left leg. After a week or so, she was finally able to get up and start to move around, being careful of the healing wound in her leg. John tried to be by her side every day, keeping her company and talking with her. He had even made his way to the cabin and gotten her backpack and belongings. Another few days went by, and Rose was walking around the compound, doing what she could to lend a hand to any of the Project faithful. Mostly, she helped those who came back injured, patching up wounds and the like.

Rose actually got along well with the other faithful. It turned out that a good number of those she met had also been conflicted at first, unsure of Joseph and his Project, and others had family elsewhere who didn’t understand their choices. Others were like Rose, having cut contact with their families ages ago, and had needed someplace to go. Joseph and the Project offered more than they could have asked for; a roof over their heads, food in their stomachs, something to believe in, and a family. And it really did feel like a family, when you got away from the gunfire and fanatic violence. Everyone looked out for one another, many who knew different skills, such as how to give someone stitches for a wound, or how to cook, or fire a weapon, would teach those who didn’t know. There was always someone to listen if you needed to talk, and everyone had their own worries about what was going on. She had met one man who was worried about his wife and young son in Fall’s End; they hadn’t agreed with his decision to follow Joseph, and he expressed to her that he was often kept up at night by the idea that they had been killed. Rose was able to assure him that they were both fine, as she’d helped them not long before Whitehorse had arrested her. They had been worried about him, too, and though they didn’t agree with his choice, only hoped for his safety.

She even did what she could to help out Joseph, himself. They would organize the copies of his book in the pews after sermons, or sit at night and sure up the bindings on some copies that had been handled too roughly. There was one night when they had been in Joseph’s home, and Rose had come from the bedroom to see if he had any bandages she could use to change the dressing on her leg, and she heard chords being played on a guitar. He had been startled when he noticed her, and stopped playing, but she merely smiled, urging him to continue. She didn’t ask about it, and merely got the bandages she’d needed, changing the dressing on her leg as she listened to the music.

Rose’s leg healed fairly quickly, all things considered. The round that had struck her had been of a lower caliber, leaving a smaller wound. She had been helping to get supplies into the bed of a truck for a group heading to an outpost in the Whitetails when John had come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head.

“Look at you,” he began, his voice soft in her ear. “Putting weight on that leg, hm? Must be doing better.”

“Hey, Blue,” Rose smiled, moving her head from under the man’s chin and looking up at him a bit. “Yeah, it’s doing well, hardly even sore, at this point.”

John smiled, kissing Rose’s cheek, not seeming to care if anyone saw. “I was thinking, maybe we could head to the water, and see how far out we can get you?”

“I think that would be nice,” Rose smiled a little. She found that she actually enjoyed going to the water with John, and each time they went, she managed to get a little farther out into the water. She trusted him, and while they were in the water, he never let go of her hand.

John smiled more, stepping back and assisting in getting the last of the supplies into the pickup, before grasping Rose’s hand. He lead her to his car, the same red one they had driven from the ranch when Rose had refused to get into Nick’s plane. They drove down to the water, and walked to the edge, hand in hand. After stripping off their shoes and socks, and rolling up the legs of their pants as far as they would go, John took Rose’s hand, starting to wade into the water with Rose not too far behind. She was able to get deep enough that the water was half way up her thighs without much issue, and though she slowed a bit, Rose was able to get far enough out that her legs were submerged, and the waterline reached the top of her hips.

“That’s good!” John praised, holding Rose’s hand in his own. “I want you to come forward a little more, okay? There’s a bit of a drop, you’ll be waist deep. Think you can do it?” he said to her.

“I think so…” Rose responded, squeezing John’s hand a bit as she readied herself to step forward. John guided her, his free hand on her waist as he did his best to keep the female steady at the drop below her. She let out a little gasp when she felt her foot drop, and froze for a moment, registering the feeling of the cool water around her torso. Blue’s hand was still on her waist as she settled her other foot on the lower part of the drop, and she looked up at him, smiling a little.

“There you go, just like that,” he praised, placing a gentle kiss on the woman’s forehead. “Looks like things have been doing well since you finally decided.”

“Yeah, they really have,” Rose confirmed. “It feels like I actually belong around here.”

“Of course you belong. We are your family now, Rose.” John confirmed, carefully pulling the woman’s smaller frame close to his chest. “We’ll eventually have to get you swimming, you know.”

“I don’t think I’m quite ready for that, Blue.”

“I’ll teach you to float next time, then, alright?”

“That sounds a little more my speed.”

The two shared a bit of a laugh, staying in the water for a time. They simply talked and laughed, and John would occasionally lift Rose up out of the water, making her squeal a bit before breaking into a fit of giggles. Eventually, they got out of the water, and John pulled a couple of sets of dry clothes out of the backseat of his car. He passed the white dress he’d pulled out over to Rose, who looked it over, running her fingers along the fabric.

“It was one of Faith’s,” he told her. “We still have her clothes, and I knew our clothes would get wet, so I just grabbed one of her dresses for you to change into, so you’re not stuck in wet clothes until we get back.”

“Thanks, Blue,” Rose responded, giving the man a gentle smile. The dress she held was white and lacy, just as the one Faith had been wearing when they had met. But, instead of having flowers along the side, the dress didn’t have any real adornments. Rather, it had a simple belt, based in white with a pale pink lace laid over it. The hems of the sleeves and skirt of the dress held a similar detail, being pale pink in color.

John merely smiled at her, before stepping away, carrying a set of dry clothes with him to give her space. With a final check around, Rose stripped off her wet jeans and shirt, before pulling on the dress. It fit fairly well, despite the difference in size between Rose and the dress’s previous owner. The hem ended a bit farther down her legs than it would have on Faith, but the sleeves and chest fit her fairly well. She smoothed the fabric out, her fingers running over the lacy fabric gently. When John came back, he was wearing a fresh set of jeans and a T-shirt, fastening his belt as he approached. He paused, taking in Rose wearing the simple dress, and smiled.

“You look beautiful,” he mused, coming closer and gently pulling the blonde close to him.

“Thank you,” Rose replied, wrapping her arms around the tall man’s waist.

“We could look through Faith’s clothes, if you want. With her gone, they’re just sitting at the ranch. I imagine she would want you to put them to use, and I think your wardrobe could stand to have something a bit, nicer.”

Rose simply gave a soft laugh, nodding. “I guess so,” she agreed. “I’ll have to take a look. Looks like we were about the same size, aside from our height. She was a bit taller than me.”

“Just a few inches,” John replied. “Most of her clothes would fit you, if this is anything to go off of,” he continued, running his hands over her shoulders.

Rose simply nodded, smiling at the tall man. They both got into John’s car, their wet clothing on the floor in the back, and made their way back to the compound. The drive was short, and fairly quiet, until they arrived and got out of the car. John grabbed Rose’s jeans and shirt from the back for her, handing the still wet articles her way.

“You know, there’s plenty of space at the ranch. If you wanted to, you could, I don’t know, stay there, with me,” John informed her, as they were making their way towards Joseph’s home.

Rose smiled, nodding a bit. “That sounds nice. It does get a bit hectic around here, sometimes,” she responded.

“I need to speak to Joseph about a few things, while I do that, why don’t you go get your bag?”

The female nodded, parting ways with John as they approached the small church. John made his way inside the small building, while Rose went into Joseph’s home, going to the bedroom and gathering her things. She double checked that she had everything, before closing the bag up and making her way out of the home. Joseph and John were standing just outside the small white church, talking with one another. When she came into view, they fell silent, and Joseph looked her up and down, before offering a gentle smile and nod. The two brothers parted, and John approached Rose, smiling at the blonde and walking to the car with her. With Rose’s backpack in the backseat, the two got into the car and John drove them to the ranch.

In the daylight, without any Resistance members around, the ranch was beautiful. They pulled up the driveway, and John parked the car, tucking the key into his pocket and opening Rose’s door for her. The blonde got out of the car, and got her backpack out of the backseat as John shut the door. Once the door to the backseat was also shut, the pair walked up to the ranch house, hand in hand.

John lead Rose to an unoccupied bedroom, not far from his own, and left the female to settle in. She sighed softly, setting her backpack on the floor. The room was cozy, just like the rest of the ranch. The room had mostly wooden furnishings, with the curtains over the windows, the bedding, and other additions to the room were all a pleasant shade of green. There was a door to a closet, a small dresser with a mirror, a nightstand by the bed with a lamp atop it, and a desk pressed against the wall, with another lamp set on the surface. Rose smiled to herself, making her way over to the window and opening up the curtains, letting in the natural light from outside. She took her things out of her backpack, setting her journal, pencil, and copy of Joseph’s book on the nightstand, and putting her clothing into the closet, even setting her shoes on the closet floor. The blonde sat down on the bed, running her fingers along the soft fabric of the bedspread. A quiet knock at the door drew her attention a few moments later, and she looked over her shoulder towards the door she’d left half open, seeing John there with a black case painted with the Project’s cross, just like many Rose had seen.

“These are all Faith’s clothes. I thought we could go through them together?” John offered, stepping into the room.

“Sounds good to me,” Rose smiled, standing from her spot on the bed and pulling the chair out from the desk, setting it by the bedside to provide a place for John to put the case down so that they could go through the contents.

When John opened the lid of the case, she could see that the clothing inside was all folded neatly, and things were grouped together. All the dresses were together, and blouses, skirts, all things Rose expected from her initial impression of their former owner. A couple of warmer jackets were at the bottom of the case, along with a couple sets of shoes that were clearly only worn on occasion, and some jeans in the same condition. It was clear to Rose that Faith had been one for the more feminine clothing and not wearing shoes. As the pair went through the clothing, it was fairly quiet, with John occasionally talking about his late adoptive sister.

“This was one of her favorites,” he quietly mused, pulling out a lacy white dress with flowers adorning the left side of the waist, down the skirt and along the bottom hem. It was much like the one Rose had seen her wearing when they had met. “She had two of them, almost identical to one another.”

“I can see why she liked it so much. It’s beautiful,” Rose smiled softly, gently running her fingers over the fabric.

“She would be glad to know that these are going to someone who appreciates them.”

Rose simply nodded, carefully taking the dress and hanging it in the closet. They finished sorting through the clothing and putting things away, before sitting on the bed. A comfortable silence fell over them for a time, before John finally spoke up once again, looking over at Rose.

“All of this has to be difficult to register,” he suggested.

“What? All the change?” Rose questioned, and John nodded. “I’m used to change, at this point. Things got pretty chaotic after I got out of high school, so this is nothing new. But, I think these are some of the best changes I’ve made in a while,” she smiled, looking up at John.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he responded, taking hold of Rose’s hand. They sat together for a time, simply enjoying each other’s company, before John got up, picking up the mostly empty case from the chair and leaving to store it away. Rose put the chair back at the desk, and grabbed her journal, sitting on the bed to pass the time before they would have dinner. What she had said was true; all these changes being made were some of the best to come her way in quite some time.

Dinner was quiet for the couple, as was the rest of the evening. By the time they both decided to turn in for the night, John and Rose had discussed the next steps they would take in getting Rose into the water, as well as further actions to fully bring her into the Project. Now that they didn’t need to worry as much about her contact with the Resistance, they had far more freedom to go about the usual methods of the Project. For now, Rose wasn’t fully sure just what those methods really were, seeing as John wouldn’t elaborate too much, but she did trust him. Whatever was going to happen, she knew that Blue wouldn’t mean her any harm. For the time being, she really didn’t have much at all to worry about, and that was likely the biggest change of all.

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[woundedheartwithin]

from these dark waters (from this dark world)

Far Cry 5 | Hurk Drubman Jr./Female Deputy | Fluff and Angst

First chapter: prologue Previous chapter: chapter one

For notes and extras, find it here on AO3!

Note: I apologize if Hurk seems a tad out of character here...

chapter two

Bailey’s still weak when John kidnaps her to perform his crazy fucking baptism. He’s nowhere near as stealthy as his brother was, just has his people drive up in a van and grab her like in some lame-ass spy movie, and burns rubber before Hurk can do anything. He pulls his pistol and levels it on one of the rear tires, but they’re out of range too quickly.

Hurk runs back to Bailey’s truck and peels out, first intending to chase them, but realizing almost immediately that they’d gotten too much of a head start. He radios the Sheriff instead.

“Go to Fall’s End and get Pastor Jerome.” Whitehorse barks in reply. “He’s closer to John than I am, he’ll be of more help.”

“Oh my. Mr. Drubman riding in like a knight in shining armor.” John Seed croons suddenly.

“The fuck you doin’ on this channel?” Hurk snarls.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to return her to you shortly. We just have a small matter to clear up.”

“You hurt her and I’ll kill you. You hear me, you sonuvabitch?”

“So protective.” John purrs. “Like I said, we have something we need to discuss.”

There’s no point in replying, so Hurk just grits his teeth and floors it.

He roars into Fall’s End about half an hour later, slamming on brakes and screeching to a halt right in front of the Spread Eagle. Mary May is out the door in an instant, shotgun gripped in both hands and a wild look on her face.

“What the hell, Hurk? What’s goin’ on?” She yells when he opens the door and slides out of the truck.

“John’s got the Dep. The Sheriff sent me to rally the troops.” Hurk replies.

“Damn.” Mary May hisses. “We don’t have a fuckin’ army here.”

“Just need a couple people.” Hurk says, jerking a thumb toward the truck. “All ’a Bailey’s shit’s in there. Weapons, ammo, explosives, the whole kit. Should be enough to arm a few folks. Set up an ambush and get ‘em on their way back to Seed’s bunker.”

“Yeah, okay.” Mary May murmurs, scrubbing her face. “C’mon in. Jerome’s inside.”

“Well, look at that! Hurk Drubman Jr. How ya doin’, kid?” Merle Briggs says when Hurk walks in.

“Been better.” Hurk huffs.

“Damn, if Hurk’s all serious an’ shit, then somethin’ big must be up.” Merle says, frowning deeply.

—

They wait until dark before they start moving, headed toward the river with headlights off. Hurk and Jerome lead the convoy in Bailey’s truck, threading through the valley quickly and carefully.

“That’s where he dunks his victims.” Jerome says quietly when they get close. A white van emerges from the trees then, turning onto the main road and accelerating. “Right on time.”

Hurk floors it, the truck’s engine roaring. He goes off the road and cuts through the woods, breaking through the trees and barreling up onto the road in front of the van. They slam into the van’s front end, the impact bone-shaking, and ram it off the road and down the hill. The airbags deploy, stunning them both for a moment, then they’re out of the truck and bounding toward the van. Hurk’s ears are still ringing when he rips open the backdoors, loud enough to drown out the gunshot that puts down the Peggie that Bailey is grappling with.

“C’mon, Ladybug. I gotcha.” He says, grabbing Bailey’s arm and hauling her upright. She sways on her feet and stumbles, and Hurk grabs her waist to steady her.

“See you went the dramatic route.” She wheezes, clearing her throat and nodding toward her truck. Or, well...what’s left of it.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Hurk replies. “Runnin’ short on roadblocks, and we didn’t wanna tip off the Peggies.”

“I loved that truck.” She huffs.

“I’ll find ya a new one.”

“C’mon. Got a chopper coming for us.” Jerome says.

“Jerome Jeffries, right?” Bailey rasps, removing Hurk’s hands from her waist and taking a shaky step forward. She holds out her hand. “Bailey Correa. I’d been meaning to come say hello before… well, before.”

“Pleasure’s mine, deputy.” Pastor Jerome says warmly, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. “Let’s get out of here first, then we can chat, hm?”

“Yes, sir.” Bailey replies, grimacing. “I might need a little help.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Hurk says, bumping her shoulder. “Let’s go fuck up some Peggies.”

—

“Goddamn, it is good to see you guys.” Mary May crows when they make it back to town. “Hello, deputy. I’m Mary May Fairgrave, and I am damn glad to see someone finally standin’ up to those assholes.”

“Tryin’ to, anyway.” Bailey says. She lets Hurk help her out of the car they’d taken back into town, and leans heavily on his arm. “I’ve heard good things, Ms. Fairgrave.”

“Please, just Mary May is fine.” Mary May laughs, reaching to shake Bailey’s outstretched hand. “Anything you need, deputy, we’ll get it for you.”

“Call me Bailey. I could definitely use a beer.” She laughs, then elbows Hurk in the ribs. “And a new truck.”

“One beer comin’ up.” Mary May replies warmly. “On the house.”

—

Pastor Jerome approaches Bailey three days later with a strangely guilty look on his face. She and Hurk had been holed up in the Spread Eagle since the baptism incident, and Bailey had spent most of those three days sleeping and eating.

“I’m sorry, deputy. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” He says in preamble, and Hurk stands from where he’s been camped out on the couch and puts himself between them.

“No way, amigo.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look at her. She needs a fuckin’ break, man.”

“I know. And I’m sorry to even bring this up. But you’re the only person who can do this, Bailey.” Jerome puts his hands on Hurk’s shoulders and gently moves him aside. “He’s specifically asking for you.”

“Who is?” Bailey asks, sitting up in the full-sized bed Mary May had parked her in.

“A cult soldier. One of John’s Chosen. He wants to defect, and he wants you to help him.”

“And you don’t think this might be a trap?” Hurk huffs, looking at Bailey. “Someone else can do it. You ain’t fit.”

“Shut up, I’m fine.” Bailey retorts. “Where is he?”

“Silver Lake Trailer Park.” Jerome answers, looking relieved.

“We’re going.” Bailey says, throwing the bed covers aside and standing up. She’s wobbly on her feet still, and Jerome winces when she stumbles into the nightstand.

“This is stupid.” Hurk growls. “Which is sayin’ somethin’ comin’ from me.”

“We gotta do it.” She says, looking at him with a pleading look in her eyes. “Maybe if this guy successfully defects, more will do the same. It would save countless lives.”

“Bailey, you can barely stand.” Hurk replies, doing some pleading of his own.

“I’ll manage.” She huffs. “I was training to be a SWAT sniper before I came here. It hasn’t been too long, I should be able to knock the rust off and get my aim back. I can take a position somewhere up high and provide cover while your people get the guy to safety.”

“The general store should have a rifle you can use.” Jerome says, nodding. “I’ll radio the park and tell them you’re on your way.”

—

“Sniper, 200 yards, one o’clock.” Hurk murmurs, watching the Peggie sniper through the spotter’s scope Bailey had literally just taught him how to use.

“One second.” Bailey replies, firing at the last target before adjusting to find the new one. “Could you confirm that one?”

“Yeah, he’s dead.” Hurk chuckles.

A loud gunshot rings through the air, an unsilenced .50 cal, and something slams into the tree they’re taking cover next to about three feet above Hurk’s head. He ducks instinctively and starts to move, but then Bailey hums and takes the shot.

“Confirm?” She asks calmly, and Hurk takes a deep breath and looks through the scope. The dude’s laid out flat, dead as a fucking doornail.

“Yup. Got ‘im.” Hurk replies, looking at her and laughing giddily. “Damn, you are a good shot.” She grins, still looking through her scope, and Hurk takes a moment to appreciate the view. She looks good sprawled out prone like this, the M1 10 marksman rifle slotted against her shoulder like it belongs there, relaxed and loose and natural as she calmly takes aim. Nothin’ quite like watchin’ a beautiful girl with a gun, he thinks fondly.

“Did a few practice sessions with Grace Armstrong before the raid. I had, like, a two week window between Marshal Burke’s arrival and the actual arrest attempt? Maybe a little less. I used it like yoga.” She laughs and glances up at him. If she notices him staring, she doesn’t show it. “Never thought I’d actually have to use it for what it is.” She looks back into her scope, shifting a bit to find the Resistance team, and adjusts her sights. “They’re about to make it to the dock.” She murmurs.

Then Hurk sees movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Shit, Bailey, we got company.” He hisses, turning to face the movement and raising the M16 Pastor Jerome had given him.

“Easy.” She replies. “Take a deep breath, steady, and fire. Okay? Just like hunting.”

Then several Peggies break from the trees all at once and Hurk opens fire, spray and fucking pray.

“Fuck.” Bailey says, picking up the rifle and getting to her knees. She turns and fires a few rounds in the general direction of the Peggies bearing down on them, then thinks better of it and pulls her service pistol instead. Shouting starts below, from the direction of the dock, and Bailey swears again.

“Cover ‘em. I gotcha.” Hurk yells, moving so that he’s blocking her and taking down three more Peggies.

“They just keep coming.” She hisses, but he can hear her turn and lay prone again. “Shit, RPG!”

“What?!” Hurk starts to turn, to see what she’s talking about, and one of the fuckers hits him in the arm. He hisses and turns his attention back to the steady stream of assholes running toward them, and hears a fucking huge explosion behind him.

“No, nonononononono, oh fuck.”

“What’s happening?”

“We gotta move, now.” She snarls. He hears her get up and risks a glance back at her.

“Why, what’s goin’ on?”

“They’re all dead, and I lost the RPG. We’re no longer in control here.” She replies, her tone completely deadpan. “C’mon. Let’s move.”

“What do you mean they’re all dead?” Hurk asks, shooting the last two Peggies that run out of the trees. It’s quiet for a moment, so Hurk turns and jogs to catch up.

“I mean they’re all dead!” She yells, whirling around and jabbing a finger at the dock.

Or what’s left of it, anyway.

The nearby boat house is a starting to catch fire, the dock is completely gone, and there’s nothing but the framework of a burnt out boat sticking halfway out of the water. Bodies are floating nearby. Two are on fire. The round must have hit the boat directly, blowing it up completely.

“Damn.” Hurk says.

“Yeah. Now c’mon. I don’t know where that asshole went.” Bailey replies, turning and jogging down the hill.

—

They’re about halfway back to Fall’s End when the fucking gunshot wound in Hurk’s arm starts to really hurt. The adrenaline in his veins has long since run out, and the ache in his bicep is going from dull to throbbing quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Bailey asks, squinting at him from the passenger seat.

“Nothin.” Hurk answers, staring ahead as he drives one-handed toward Fall’s End. He’s glad it’s his left arm.

“You’re all tense.” She points out. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Ladybug, don’t worry.” He says, grinning at her. She just frowns deeper, but she lets it go, staring out the windshield with an unreadable expression on her face. “What about you? You okay?”

“Shoulda been able to save him.” She says quietly. “All of them. It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not.” He agrees, glancing at her.

“I’ve been… struggling with the idea that— I don’t know. Never mind.” She huffs and looks down at her hands.

“Don’t do that, Ladybug.” Hurk says gently. “It ain’t healthy. Whatcha been strugglin’ with?”

“Something Jacob said.” She murmurs. “That I leave everyone worse off when I try to help. Maybe I should just get out of the way. I only hurt people.”

“Hey, you gave everybody somethin’ to believe in. Goddamn cult’s been killin’ the party ‘round here. But you’re givin’ everybody hope.” Hurk says, reaching over to grab her hand and trying not to wince when he has to use his injured arm to drive. “And a lot more folks would be dead if you hadn’t come along.”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I do.”

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Going Forward

Chapter 2

She stared at the large man before her. Jacob Seed was the person between Pratt and Hudson in the truck she couldn’t remember. She had seen Jacob only a few times up close, but the two things she remembered clearly were his cold, pale blue eyes and soft, unnerving voice. He stood over 6 feet, with a body built like solid granite. Red hair cropped high on his head, surrounded a face that had scars running down his forehead and cheeks. He had been in the Army and had almost died. If a private named Miller hadn't been been with him, he would have. The story of Miller and Jacob being lost in the desert during the Golf war made her shudder. Alone and hungry, without food or water, Jacob had done something terrible to Miller. He never explicitly told her what, but she guessed. Jacob had told that story to her to scare her, but it had just made her sad. He had done terrible things to the people of Hope County and to herself, but part of her felt sorry for the broken man. Without the Seed family’s interference in his life after the war, she wondered what Jacob would be like today.

The Seed family consisted of an adopted sister named Faith, a younger brother John, middle brother Joseph and eldest brother Jacob. All four were the leaders of the cult she had been tasked to take down. Joseph was the one they called The Father and he lead them, with his visions of hellfire and death. He recruited both brothers in a bid to “save” as many people as they could. They followed him without question. Rook had killed Faith and John in battle when they would not surrender peacefully. The eldest brother was meant to be next, but The Father had kidnapped her friends to lure her to his compound before they could get to Jacob. After a long battle, she had managed to free her companions from Joseph’s mind control, and disarm him. She didn’t kill him, meaning to arrest Joseph, but his followers had jumped the Whitetail militia that were helping her and taken him somewhere out of the compound. Jacob by fate or coincidence, was there too, yelling commands to his soldiers on the other side of the property. Rook had snuck up behind him while he was distracted and knocked him out with a metal baseball bat. Having lost The Father to his followers, Sheriff Whitehorse wanted to arrest at least one Seed sibling for everything they had done, so Jacob became that person. That’s when the bombs fell. Without much thinking they had thrown Jacob in the truck with them and begun the race to Dutch’s bunker. Now she was alone with him, still wondering how she had gotten there and who was still alive with her.

 Looking down at the unconscious giant of a man, the deputy knew she needed to secure him from attacking her once he woke up. He had passed out close enough that with great effort she could get him on the bed located in the corner of the room. With much struggling, she managed to pull and drag him on to the bed. Rook pulled the handcuffs from her back pocket and locked his right arm to the metal bedpost. Digging through his pockets she discovered the key to cuffs, which she put into her pocket. She also found the wooden music box. With a shudder, Rook remembered what he had done to her, what he had made her do with that hellish music. Jacob would capture her and starve her then force her to listen to the song “Only You” on that music box. Then she would break out of the prison, only for the cycle to start again. For a long time Rook didn’t know for what purpose Jacob was doing this, but then poor Eli happened. The memory of him bleeding on the floor with a bullet to the head. A bullet she had fired. She had been conditioned to kill him, the leader of the Whitetail Militia. Jacob had turned her into a killing machine and all it took was one song.  

With a swift move, Rook dropped the box on the floor and with her boot crushed it. Jacob would no longer be able to control her. A tear ran down her face, but she wiped it away. There was no time to cry or feel for her lost comrades. She needed to secure the bunker and see if anyone else had made it. Walking out of the room and locking the door behind her, Rook made her way through the cramped hallway. Hearing nothing, but the generator humming, the deputy slowly walked closer to the exit. As she neared the main door she saw a pool of blood on the floor. Past the pool and heading in a dragging motion she saw a blood trail lead to the stairs that lead outside. Rook looked up the stairs and saw it. One of Dutch’s boots covered in blood. So Jacob had killed him and dragged his corpse out of the bunker before resealing it. He hadn’t even bothered to clean up. Her last hope of having a friendly face with her vanished. She was alone in a world on fire, with only her enemy for company.

Sinking to the floor, Rook began to cry. All the emotions she had to keep inside during these last few months while she hunted the Seeds finally came out in a rush. The constant exhaustion, hunger and killing melted together in a wave of despair she could barely handle. Blinking through her tears, Rook let out a howl. She knew who she could blame for this. The person who she could lay all this anger and grief on. Standing, she ran to the room where Jacob was being held. Opening the door she ran toward him and grabbed a pillow. All of this pain was because of him and his damned family. Rook just wanted to end her grief. She wanted to smother the life from him like he had done to her friends. Placing the pillow on his face, she began to press down. She could feel him struggle and gasp. The pain and sadness in her heart felt like it was holding the pillow down for her. Just has she felt him get weaker, she suddenly stopped and threw the pillow against the wall. Falling to her knees, Rook stared at him. He was still unconscious, but his breathing was becoming regular again. Why had she stopped? Outside bombs were falling, people were dying and she was trapped in this tiny bunker. All she wanted to do was blame him for all of it, but for better or worse, Jacob was her last contact with humanity. The only contact they would have would be with each other. It was going to be an interesting seven years.

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A jet engine. That's what Yukon Energy's diesel generators sound like if you ask Jane Maxwell. The Whitehorse resident has lived in the city's Riverdale neighbourhood for three years. She didn't notice the noise until the pandemic hit, and she found herself working from her home, close to the river where Yukon Energy's dam, and generators, are located.

Andrew Hall, president and CEO of Yukon Energy, says low water levels that spring meant the company relied more heavily on its generators. He says resident complaints triggered a noise assessment in 2020.

Maxwell says the noise is annoying, but she understands the need. Her main concern is how Hemmera Envirochem Inc. conducted its noise assessment. The five-page report classifies Riverdale as an urban neighbourhood. That assumes a certain baseline volume level.

Maxwell says it's a stretch to call Riverdale "urban." She wishes Hemmera had measured a real-time baseline volume level for the neighbourhood as it did for the Whitehorse rapids generating station and the substation opposite that station.

She also has questions about a calculation in the report that says the baseline volume level for Riverdale is louder than the measurement taken when the generators are in operation. Maxwell was hoping to bring her questions to a public meeting this month.

In December, Riverdale residents received a letter from Yukon Energy. It gave the dates of two public meetings, Jan. 17 and Jan. 19. The meetings are part of the process for Yukon Energy to renew its thermal permit this year, which allows the company to operate diesel generators.

However, on Jan. 16, those meetings were pushed back to March. The letter also encouraged Riverdale residents to email or phone with questions. Maxwell did. She hasn't received any answers.

Hall says the public meetings were delayed because Yukon Energy is currently working on a strategy to meet strict upcoming air emissions guidelines. Those guidelines are slated to come into effect in 2025.

He asserts that meeting those measures will impact noise levels. That makes potential mitigation strategies a moving target. As for Maxwell's questions, Hall says Yukon Energy "hasn't chewed through" them yet. He says the company will see it when its permit application is brought forward.

[darkling-er]

Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 19

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter:  3931

Notes: I used that gif, because I would like to imagine it’s them and it’s cute *-*

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | MASTERPOST for the others

Hope feels her body stucked on John’s as she slowly wakes up. She doesn’t rush, enjoying the rhythm of his breathing. She smiles to herself, carefully lifting her head from his chest, looking up at the sleeping man. People really do look innocent while they sleep. His features smooth, no showing of fake smiles and angry outbursts. He looks cute while he sleeps... The young woman smirks to herself.

She moves her leg away from him, as it was entangled with his. John doesn’t seem to wake up to her moving around. She sits up, then looks down at the man, placing a kiss on his cheek. Not to wake him up, just to enjoy the moment a bit more. He doesn’t flinch, sleeping deeply, so Hope gets up from the bed, walking toward the bathroom on her toes, trying to be quiet.

She closes the bathroom door slowly, being careful to not wake up the man. The young woman start running the water in the shower, stepping under it. So many thoughts go through her head as she massages her scalp, washing her hair under the hot water.

It feels nice, getting rid of the sweat that gathered on her skin yesterday night. Hope uses the man’s shower gel, feeling dazed in his scent, while rubbing on her skin with it.

She doesn’t her the bathroom door open, or him stepping into the shower until John kisses her neck, making Hope gasp in surprise. He puts lazy kisses on her skin from behind, his hand touching her abdomen, sliding down between her legs.

“Good morning, my dear.” He says in a smooth voice, then he bites on her earlobe slightly, fingers tracing along her slit.

She feels hot, not just from the water as she turns her head, kissing him over her shoulder. Their kiss is sloppy, as she turns her body around, hand grabbing behind his neck, the other sliding down to touch his hardening cock.

God, we really shoudln’t do this... She thinks, but doesn’t act on her thought. Hope traces her thumb over his tip, earning a groan from John. Then everything goes fast. A lot different then yesterday night, his movements rough, not slow and careful.

He picks her up, then slams her against the shower cabinet’s wall, pushing himself into her entrance.

It doesn’t take them long to reach their high, John filling her body after she’s clamping around him. They breath heavily against each other. Her head is against his chest, while he carefully puts her down after they both ride out their orgasm.

Hope thinks how easily they could have tripped on the wet floor, knowing that most of the times shower sex ends up in accidents and injuries.

“I could get used to this.” John amuses with a low chuckle, caressing the young woman’s hair under the running water.

She hugs his chest, her head resting on his chest. Yeah, me too... She wants to say, but doesn’t, knowing better.

“We should finish showering.” Hope says, stepping away from him, averting his gaze and turning around to finish up with the shower.

They doesn’t say anything else to each other, until they go back to the room, both having a towel around themselves.

She looks at her torn apart dress, looking at it, wondering what to wear now. She picks up her underwear and puts it on, while John stands in his closet. He’s in a simple black shirt and jeans, a look she’s not used to by him. Even as a prisoner at the jail he wore his vest and button-up shirt. He looks nice like this, even domestic.

John holds a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans out to Hope, and she thanks him, putting on the clothes. The jeans is surprisingly perfect on her, and she raises an eyebrow at that:

“Are you keeping all kinds of women jeans in your closet, or is this just a coincidence.”

He chuckles looking at her with a shrug:

“Bought it for Faith, but she refused to wear it...”

And with that they end their conversation, not speaking to each other about anything else. They don’t dare bring up the stuff that happened between them yesterday and this morning in the shower.

Hope left John at the Ranch with Sharky and she also made a call Grace, asking her to stay with those two. She trusted her more than Sharky. The man is her best friend, but he’s uncapable of keeping John under a leash.

The young woman also paid a visit to the Ryes, both happy to see her again. Kim even told her Nick cried for days about her ‘death’. Which made Hope feels terrible, but also warm, knowing the Ryes are like a second family to her. Mentioning that they told her why they really called her there: they wanted her to be their child’s godmother. There were tears of joy, mostly from the junior deputy. And after a long chit-chat about all kinds of things she left them at the house.

The junior deputy is now at the whitetail mountains. She radioed Eli about doing some jobs for him. The man was happy to hear from her, glad she’s going to help out in the north.

Hope called Jess as well, to have some company. The woman didn’t say but she seemed happy to rejoin the deputy’s team against the cult.

Hope did some heavy work up there: freeing the F.A.N.G. Center, finding Cheeseburger the bear. Getting the radios back for Tammy and finding a bunch of loot for Wheaty. Eli even joked about her being restless. But of course she feels like she needs to do work against the cult. Not only she missed a whole month, but it also helps her to try and forget about the events with John.

Now Jess and Hope is destroying wolf beacons, making it hard for Jacob to get more judges. They blow up the last one they could find in the mountains, smiling proudly at the crash of the cult beacon.

They walks away smiling, when her radio crackles to life, and the voice speaking to her makes her frowns, even a bit terrified:

“Y’know Deputy... If it were up to me you’d have been dead a long time ago... Especially after you killed my little brother... But Joseph has other ideas... and he wants to talk to you. So that’s what you’re gonna do. Don’t worry, my hunters will bring you to him.”

Hope starts to panic, looking at Jess, then around herself, when her radio crackles to life again, Dutch speaking to her:

“Ah, shit... He’s comin’ for you again, kid. Better be careful, those hunters could be anywhere.”

Run, run, run! Her voice screams at her in her head, and Jess thinks the same, grabbing her arm, running toward their truck.

“Come on, Deputy! We just got ya back, I ain’t gonna let you get taken by that asshole!”

They run through the forest, trying to get to the car, where they parked it, only to find the road empty.

“Oh, you fuckers! I swear, this ‘take it if it’s empty’ thinking with the resistance is fucked!” Jess growls, not knowing what to do.

Hope panics, her senses going wild, trying to dodge if a bliss arrow comes her way. She spots two of Jacob’s man, one aiming his bow at them.

Hope tackles Jess to the ground, getting her out of the way of the arrow as well. A fight starts, Jess readying her bow, killing one of the peggies, while Hope aims her AR-C at the other one, killing him on sight.

They exhale, feeling lucky, but a sharp pain goes through the junior deputy’s leg, her vision turning red and blurry.

“Jess...” She exhales, turning around to see three other peggies and two Judges with them.

She falls to the ground, already falling deep into unconsciousness, while she watches the young woman fighting against a Judge. Hope wants to help her friend, but can’t, her mind already turning off.

The junior deputy wakes up on the ground, in a cage. She was never there before, but she could swear it’s familiar somehow.

It’s nighttime again, meaning she had to be asleep for at least a day. Her head and leg hurts, and her throat and mouth feels so dry it causes her pain as well. This is bullshit...

A guy crouches down next to her, she recognizes him. He was at the wolf’s den and with Eli when they rescued her from Jacob at the first time. The stuttering guy. She feels bad, not remembering his name.

He’s ready to give her a drink from a bowl, but a voice makes both of their head turn. Staci! He stands next to the cage, grabbing on the bars, while speaking:

“They want you to be strong. One of you will be strong...”

Hope notices Jacob approaching Staci, while Mr. Stutter goes up to the bars:

“N-n-n-n-not again...”

When Jacob shoves Staci away Mr. Stutter scatters back to the end of the cage as well.

“Get out of here, Peaches.”

Staci falls back, going behind the man, standing guard. Trying to be a good soldier. Or a good bitch to Jacob... She thinks, feeling pity for Pratt.

Joseph is here as well, touching his forehead to Jacob. It seems to be like a show of respect, a show of concern and love. She shivers, thinking he did the same to her in the Bliss.

Jacob stands aside, looking down at Hope, meeting her eyes, but his facial expression is blank. So she rather focuses on Joseph, the man crouching down next to her, just the metal bars between them.

She moves, trying to stand, but gives up and makes a grimace at the pain of her wounded leg. She doesn’t make a sound though, she can’t show weakness around Jacob.

Hope looks at the Father, hating the man in front of her for putting her in such position.

“I know you’re in pain. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh, huh?”

His voice is the same as usual: smooth, comforting, but she doesn’t need him to be that. She would rather have him shout at her for escaping the Jessop Conservatory. This act of his, or whatever he thinks this is, is just annoying.

She doesn’t answer, playing the mute infront of the man. He shakes his head a bit, then continues:

“But you’re not the only one to be tested...”

She takes a glance at Jacob, but he doesn’t even look at them. The fuck does that mean? Joseph shows her his forearm, a tattoo of a young woman on it.

“Did you know that I had a wife? So beautiful, isn’t she?”

He puts his hand through the bars. She would gladly hit him, but knows better. With Jacob standing there and her behind the bars there’s no chance of fight anyway.

Hope looks back into Joseph’s eyes, continuing her silence, so he goes on.

“We were pregnant with out first child. And we were just babies ourselves really. And I was terrified.” His chuckle scares her. She never seen him laugh or smile before, so this feels unusual.

“Of becoming a Father, mostly about money... She wasn’t worried... She had faith that things were gonna work out. She always had faith...”

Wow, nice. Someone actually married this dude. Either she was crazy, or she was a magician and could fuck some sense into him... She thinks, not amused by his story telling. She would rather have Jacob speak his nonsense about weak and strong, then this man sharing his life event with her.

“And then one day she was going to go visit a friend. There was an accident... and the Lord taketh.”

Fuck... Well, that escaleted quickly. She unconsciously remembers her parent’s death. The car accident she can’t remember, because she was born right there in the middle of it. But from all the reports she searched for and read about she feels like she was there, remembering every picture of her deceased parents.

“And they rushed me to a hospital and put me in a room with this little pink bundle stuffed with tubes and they said that I had to be strong because my little girl was going to live.”

Wow, that’s.. hard... She feels bad for the child. Even though she didn’t knew Joseph had a daughter. It must have been hard to grow up without her mother and live with her delusional father.

Her face softens, listening to his story.

“God was looking out for our daughter. And they left me in a..., alone in a room with her. I just...” He shakes his head, looking into the distance, probably reliving the situation. “... stared... at my daughter... So helpless. So innocent... and all she had in the world was me.” He seems to be angry at himself, his word flying through his teeth. “A nobody, from nowhere with nothing.”

His face softens again, blinking at Hope.

“And in that moment I knew that God was testing me. He was laying out a path before me and all I had to do was choose.”

She frowns, confused. Did he leave the kid? Put her into an orphanage or give her up for adoption? She feels sorry for the kid, but is relieved. Probably for the best to not grow up with this man.

He continues and Hope starts to feel a knot in her stomach, making her head dizzy. A feeling that something bad is going to happen.

“So I put my hand on my little girls head and I leaned in and I could smell her... And we prayed together. Prayed for wisdom. Prayed for strength... then I knew. I heard God’s plan for me.”

Her heart starts beating faster on his next words, her face turning into a horrified shock as he raises his hand, gesturing along with his story:

“And I took my fingers and I put them on that little tube that was taped to her angelic face and I pinched it shut.”

She looks at him, terrified as he closes his eyes with a low humm, just to open them again and look at her horrified expression.

“And after a little while her legs began to kick and kick and kick... and then nothing. Stillness. Release.”

She tries to lean back, afraid of the man’s actions. How could he?

“How could you?” She whispers, her first words to him and he grabs her by the collar of her shirt, leaning against the bars.

“The Lord giveth and the Lord... taketh.”

He pulls her up to her feet:

“Pain. Sacrifice. These are all part of his test. Only have to prove that we can serve God... no matter what He asks... When you’re finished here, I want to think about this,the sacrifices you have to make, if you want to join us in the new Eden... Start walking the Path, Deputy. Then join me and my Family on Sunday for dinner.”

He turns away from Hope, taking Jacob’s shoulder in his hand.

“You’ve done well.”

Then Joseph leaves, the young woman still shocked and mortified by his story. Hope looks at Jacob, his expression blank. Did he knew? Did John knew? She can’t read the other Seeds well, but she has a feeling that Jacob in fact didn’t know about this.

He looks at her, taking out his music box. She realizes it too late, looking down at his hands as he opens the box. Her vision start to go red, her head hurting at the music. She covers her ears, trying to close out the sound, but she can’t, it’s too much.

She closes her eyes and the next moment she stands in the same room as before. A tower clocking, red room with a falling building. The presentation Jacob did, two people sitting in the chairs. And a gun, right before her on the table.

Hope grabs it and shoots both of them down. She doesn’t think about Joseph and his story. She doesn’t think about John. She only thinks about one thing: Kill. Kill. Kill.

“Excellent.” Jacob says as she already knows the route she has to run, grabbing another weapon. The falling apart building containing people: resistance members, innocents, militia members...

But she shoots them. Innocent or not, if she shoots before them that only means they are weak. And she knows what needs to be done with the weak.

“Good, cull the herd.”

She grabs the shotgun from next to the wall, moving forward to the corridor. The music slowly making her mind crazy. The slow version of Only You echoing in the building and in her head. A deer appears in front of her and runs into the wall, turning into smoke, just like the people she shoots at.

She’s near the entrance to the fountain and she grabs an AR-C. The metal gate saying it’s still the veteran center. She shoots down all the man, not having a problem with it. She needs to hear him. She wants to hear him praise her. I’m strong, they’re weak.

“Well done.”

She enters the building, killing everyone in the next room. She’s getting ready to the slide down. She doesn’t wake up this time though. It doesn’t end. She enters a place that is familiar somehow, but her crazed mind can’t recognize the place. There’s no time to think, only to act.

A person runs towards her and she shoots him in the head. She kills every last person in the room, only to earn a praise from Jacob:

“Good.”

She kills the next one:

“Not bad.”

Hope turns around the corner and finds herself at her destination. A blank face, almost a dummy, and she shoots at it, the music stopping at her action.

“Perfect.”

She falls unconscious, a black dream welcoming her, the feeling that she did good.

Hope sits in the kitchen of the Ranch, looking down at her hands, her knuckles bloody from the kills and shaky from her shock. She’s holding a mug, filled with hot chocolate, while Pastor Jerome is talking to her. But his voice is blurry, she can’t focus on it, as the memories of her actions keep coming back to her.

How she woke up in the middle of the forest, surrounded by a pile of corpses... Resistance members that she killed. How she managed to get into a truck and drive back to the Valley, entering the Ranch. How she sat down in the dining room and stayed there. Sharky, Grace, even John asking her what happened. But she couldn’t answer. Her mind blank, the echo of Only You ringing in her ears, making her see red from time to time.

After some time Grace called Fall’s End for help, any kind of guidance. Soon Jerome, Adam and Liza came. Hope didn’t watch their reactions to John, them probably meeting the man for the first time since the Atonement.

Jerome made her a cup of hot chocolate, while Liza checked her pupils, saying something to the others Hope didn’t catch, but the woman seemed to keep her sentences short anyway. Mostly Jerome, Adam and Grace speaking. And of course John, which seemed to annoy the others.

And now they are all gathered around her. Speaking to her and each other, trying to pull a word from her. But the young woman just stares at the mug in her hands. She didn’t even drink from it yet.

Hope doesn’t realize, when someone steps next to her chair, putting their hands on her shoulder and she flinches at the contact, panic creeping up on her.

The blur goes away and she looks up at John who is quickly pushed away from her into the wall by Adam, who readies a punch:

“Don’t you dare touch her!” The gun for hire says, pushing John against the wall, an annoyed look on the others face.

“I wasn’t going to do anything...” He scoffs, as Grace pulls Adam off of John, standing between the two of them, holding her hands out, looking from one to the other.

“Could you guys stop with this male hormone bullshit? I don’t need you two acting like this around the Deputy right now.”

Hope blinks up at them, then turns her gaze to Liza, Jerome and Sharky. Sharky sits at the table, looking worried, but not saying a word, letting the others solve out the situation.

Jerome locks eyes with the young woman with a careful voice as he approaches her:

“...Deputy?”

She looks at the man, her hands shaking around the mug, as she blinks at the Pastor. Adam and John seem to calm down, everyone in the room looking at her, waiting. She opens her lips a bit, trying to form words in her head first, then weakly she whispers:

“I’ve killed them.”

She looks down at her hands, but her mind is back at the place where she woke up. All the blood, all those bodies.

“They were innocent... Our people.” She whispers, tear gathering in her eyes. “I couldn’t stop. I just... I couldn’t... Oh God...”

Jerome comes and gets the mug out of her hand, his other resting on her shoulders as she starts to cry. Jacob’s disapproving voice echoing in her head. You’re weak.

She doesn’t see, but Adam looks at Jerome and Liza saying:

“This is Jacob’s work.”

Jerome tries to comfort the broken young woman:

“Deputy, it’s not your fault... Jacob did this to you, he lead your hands to do it, but it wasn’t your fault.”

She doesn’t believe him, but stops crying, wiping away her tears, then stopping as she looks down at her bloody hands.

“Joseph was there too.” She says, a sentence that makes everyone go stiff and tense.

“Why was he there?” John asks, earning an annoyed look from Adam, but Hope answers anyway.

“He wanted to talk to me... But it wasn’t a conversation... He said...”

She feels a puke coming up as she thinks about his story, but fights down the feeling. She closes her eyes, shaking her head, not wanting to repeat his story. Who knows what that would cause. Maybe John even knows about it. She wishes that he doesn’t. That would make her heart break, knowing the man knew what his brother had done and still look up for him.

So she rather repeats his last words for her:

“He said I have to walk the Path... Then join him for dinner on Sunday.”

She says, shaking her head lightly, gaining a scoff from Grace.

“Sure thing, bring some wine for him, will ya?” Adam jokes, then looks down at Hope, his fake smile fading. “Jesus, don’t tell me you actually thinking about it.”

Hope doesn’t want to. If anything she wants to stay away from Joseph for the rest of her life. But she gatheres her willpower, sighing.

“If this means I get close to him, maybe have a chance for an attack as well... So be it. I’ll be bait.”

They all look at her in disbelief, as she sighs.

“Unless you guys have a better plan... If you do, please tell me, because...” She fakes a laugh. “... I honestly don’t want to do this.”

She looks at all of them frowning:

“Although I have no idea how to ‘walk the Path’...”

Silence follows, then John speaks up, everyone looking at him.

“I do.”

A/N: I know I rushed some game events here, but being not much of an impact on the story I didn’t see a reason to write them all down.

Tags: @onl-you , @redaurora17

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However, even those who take a pessimistic angle toward the sector are inclined to like it as much as they hate it. Many of the actions that can be taken to enhance the protection of heli-skiing are, like a dedication to morning briefings, the responsibility of individual operators and information companies. On the aviation facet, these embody higher coaching and maintenance, and extra conservative climate and performance limitations – practices that vary by operator. However, the trade can also be keenly conscious that every heli-ski accident impacts the business as a complete, a proven truth that has encouraged important cooperation on issues of safety. With much less stigma connected to heli-skiing, insurance charges for it now owe more to an operator’s size, accident history, and security and coaching applications – simply as they do for different types of helicopter work.

Not much cheaper than lodge-based heli-skiing per day. Having spent over 10 years residing and skiing across British Columbia, on Canada’s south west coast, I usually get asked the place is the best place to heli-ski in BC. For me, it must be Bella Coola – particularly Eagle Lodge for its unimaginable food, social ambiance and summit to sea skiing. This is a really private determination Heli skiing BC nevertheless, as there are numerous completely different heli-ski lodges, operators, and terrain choices to swimsuit various levels of capacity, budgets and even group dynamics. I’m going to share a selection of one of the best heli-ski operators in BC, depending on what you are in search of.

Moving into the previous couple of runs of the day, I began to get “Elvis” legs, a condition where my muscle tissue had been so drained, my legs trembled in an up and down motion. These last runs add 200 turns to my day and I am spent. Later that afternoon, as I packed up and boarded the helicopter for the one-hour flight to Vancouver, I knew this adventure can be endlessly tattooed in my thoughts. A heli-accessed ski-touring trip is a completely different kind of heli-skiing.

Positioned handily near Whistler village and its many, various accommodations, this journey supplied the best mixture of comfort and thrill. Pete was born in Whitehorse, Yukon and raised within the Atlin, BC space and surrounding mountains. Pete's father, Arnold Edzerza ran a guiding business Heli skiing BC in Atlin for forty years. Pete was adopted by the Etzenlee clan as a small child, and grew up with the First Nations Tahltan family. From tiny town basecamp, it is just a few minutes of flying to get to the highest of your first run.

I assume this area excels at offering this comparatively undiscovered really feel that’s simply splendidly lovely. It has every thing from scorching springs to charming towns to great hikes and everything you would possibly need in a mountain vacation spot. I run a enterprise referred to as Kootenay Cycling Adventures.

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who hogs the duvet: Johnwho texts/rings to check how their day is going: Both who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Grant’s more creative for sentimental gifts, John’s more creative with finding loopholes in Grant’s “please don’t buy me anything too expensive” rule. who gets up first in the morning:  Grantwho suggests new things in bed: John most of the time. Boy is a very pushy power bottom. who cries at movies: Bothwho gives unprompted massages: Johnwho fusses over the other when they’re sick: They both do. John tries to bait Grant into going all out (he would regardless). John dotes on sick Grant nonstop mostly just to be all “look what a good boyfriend I am, do you love me, because I love you.” who gets jealous easiest: John, hands down. Grant doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body. who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Probably Grant, but he’s convinced it’s John. who collects something unusual: Grant’s got a collection of pretty rocks he’s gathered from his travels. Not very unusual, but John doesn’t get it because “babe there are rocks EVERYWHERE here, why do you need more.” who takes the longest to get ready: Johnwho is the most tidy and organised: Both are the same level of mostly organized. who gets most excited about the holidays: Both do, but more for the other’s benefit because they know the other’s had shit lives before the other came along and they want to make holidays as special as possible for them. who is the big spoon/little spoon: Grant’s the big spoon most of the time and John’s the little, but occasionally they switch it up. who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Johnwho starts the most arguments: John does over occasional petty stuff, and then Grant’s so agreeable/non confrontational that he just kind of rolls with it and John low key hates himself and begs for forgiveness the rest of the day. who suggests that they buy a pet:  Both actively want them, and what starts as one dog turns into two, then three, and before long they’ve got so many dogs John can’t keep track of which ones are theirs and which are strays that just smelled all the food/other dog company.   @amistrio ARE YOU HAPPYwhat couple traditions they have: Hosting holiday parties at the Ranch, watching Le Grande Illusion while cuddled on the couch and sharing ice cream on Grant’s birthday. what tv shows they watch together:  The original Magnum P.I and Hawaii 5.0, Air Disasters, Mythbusters, Kitchen Nightmareswhat other couple they hang out with: Nick and Kim, Nic and Sharky in certain ‘verses, Whitehorse and Addie - but Addie invites herself over for the most part. how they spend time together as a couple: Just doing their regular day to day tasks while sitting around each other/in the same vicinity to enjoy each other’s company, sneaking out on little scouting trips to get away from people for a while. who made the first move: Technically both because they both moved in for a kiss at the same time when they were having a Moment.who brings flowers home: Bothwho is the best cook: They’re both equally  passable cooks and would say the other is better.