#Joseph seed/female deputy

[kittiofdoom]

Midnight Sins Chapter 1

Series Summary: In the aftermath of the Cleansing the Deputy has a surprise visit from Joseph Seed and it sends her spiralling down a path of which there is no return.

Parings: Joseph Seed/Female Deputy (More to be added later)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Panic Attacks, Self Harm, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Drugs, Non-Consensual Drug Use (If you squint), Trauma, Joseph Seed is an entire trigger warning, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. (more to be added later)

Wordcount: 3695

AN: Far Cry 5 has a chokehold on me once more and the idea for this fic started as something else but evolved on its own. It was only supposed to be a one shot.. It’s.. not a oneshot anymore. This will be dark and messy and a hell of a ride. I hope you enjoy.

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DROWNING.

“The way of the wicked is like darkness; They do not know over what they stumble.”

                    — Proverbs 4:19

Mary had offered a room in the Spread Eagle to Ava the first night the Deputy had rolled into Fall's End in a hail of gunfire and a few well aimed explosions. It was make shift room at best, a sofa pushed up against some crates to give the illusion of privacy while they cleared some more space and opened up a few more of the run down buildings in town. It was an ongoing project, that would likely see well into the next several weeks. Ava didn't want to be a bother—she didn't want to be around that many people all the time. The reality of it was if Joseph or John or another one of those bastard Seeds were going to pick somewhere to cause trouble looking for her it was likely to be in the middle of town.

No, it was better she was as far removed as she could be when she had a target the size of Hope County on her back. They couldn't force her out of hiding if she wasn't there in the first place.

Was it better for them, or better for her she didn't really know. All she did know was it was harder to get attached to people—to their cause—if she was like a ghost. Ava would roll into town, do what needed to be done and then vanish into the dark of the night with naught but a cougar and a dog for company.

It became routine and in routine bred complacency.

Her campsite was never supposed to be a campsite. It was supposed to be a tent, a dug in firepit and a string of bells around the perimeter to keep a wandering wolverine from sneaking up on her—the faded bite in the muscle of her calf the first night she spent under the stars saw to the latter addition. As days and nights went by and Ava went undiscovered by the Peggies she soon lost the energy to pack up and set camp every single night. It was too much, she was too tired, barely having the energy to do anything but collapse into her bedroll and tend to her wounds before succumbing to the darkness of exhaustion.

So Ava set down roots, out in the woods to the south-west of the Harris estate. There was plenty of game to hunt, shelter amongst the trees. Fresh skins hung on the drying rack she'd rigged and there was at least a weeks worth of meats salted and curing in a safe location to keep the predators from sniffing her out. The rest she sold to whomever would buy. There was even a chair—that was currently straining under the weight of Peaches as she lounged and cleaned her paws.

It was nice, homely even, until it wasn't.

Ava had just settled down into her bed roll when the crunch of leaves outside her tent made her skin break out in goosebumps. It was too light for Peaches, but too heavy for Boomer. One movement. One step away. Her heart was hammering against the curve of her ribcage. Had her time come—had John finally found her? Would she have to face her sins? She wasn't ready..she'd never be ready.. There was water on her face, in her lungs. John was holding her down and she was reaching frantically for the air-

She had enough time to close her fingers around her pistol.

It was not John that had come for her.

A shot rang out in the night—the din made Ava's ears ache.

There was a hole in her tent flap, a few centimetres away from Joseph fucking Seed's head.

“Th-that was a warning shot,” Ava spat, gesturing with the business end of her pistol towards the way Joseph had appeared. It had not been a warning shot but Ava didn't know if that was because her hands were shaking or for a reason that scratched at the back of her skull that she refused to give acknowledgement. “Get out.”

Joseph had not moved from where he stood—in fact he had not moved at all, one arm still up, holding the flap open for him. In the low light cast from the lamp it was hard to make out his expression but it didn't look like he was armed or brandishing a weapon.

“Even now, when I come to you in a moment where you could take it all from me...” Joseph began, disregarding Ava's warning. He stooped down into the tent, bringing himself eye level with the furious Deputy. He moved slowly, though with confidence, as rosary beads clinked together as he bore his palms upwards towards her. “You claim warning, I say it is otherwise. God is still watching even in these twilight hours.”

It was almost like a sick mockery of that night.

It felt like a lifetime ago now, standing in Joseph's church with him standing in front of her with his hands bared proclaiming that God would not let him be taken. He had been right, whether it had been at the hand of divine intervention or meddling Peggies they had failed and it was what had caused this entire mess.

Joseph had closed the distance, the muzzle nestled against his chest. Ava could end it all right now. Just one squeeze of the trigger and she'd blow through Joseph's ribcage and then it would all be over. Finger caressed the trigger and there was silence between them. Joseph was waiting, watching through those tinted fucking aviator sunglasses of his.

But it wouldn't be over though would it? There was still the rest of the Seed family, they'd strike back in revenge, more bodies built upon the pyre. The flames of war licked at her heels like one of Jacob's Judges and Ava was sprinting ahead in a desperate attempt to outrun the desolation.

Her hands were shaking again, visibly this time, and Joseph did nothing. He merely knelt there and waited... and waited.. like he already knew what the answer was going to be.

Ava lowered the gun with a disgusted sound and the corners of Joseph's lips upturned into the ghost of a smile. His hands dropped, clasping together in front of him like he was about to pray.

“I don't want to get blood in my tent,” Ava spat as she set the gun down after flicking the safety on with her thumb. “That's all.”

Joseph raised a brow, a hum rumbling deep within his chest. They both knew she was lying, and yet this time he seemed to let it go. Kneeling turned to sitting, the pair of them almost mirroring each other in movement.

Ava was the first to speak, her voice soft, hesitant almost like she was afraid of speaking too loudly and break this quiet peace.

“Did you hurt Boomer and Peaches?” She asked, leaning to the side to try and see around his body outside but the tent flap had fallen back into place, leaving them sealed off from the rest of the world.

“No,” Joseph's response came as a surprise to her and she watched as he turned at the waist to lift the obscuring flap to reveal them quite content in where Ava had left them by the remains of a smouldering firepit. “I did nothing to your companions. I have brought no war to your doorstep, no violence. I am not the man the resistance makes me out to be.”

He let the flap fall back down, returning his gaze to her face and Ava searched for answers in the lines of Joseph's face. He seemed different, the arrogance and charisma remained but there was something softer underneath the surface. Ava might have even called him handsome but the thought was immediacy discarded as it came to her mind. She was not even going to entertain that line of thinking.

“And you are not the woman the resistance makes you out to be, either, are you Avery?”

It was the first time he'd ever said her name and Ava felt her heart skip a beat and fall straight into her stomach all at once. Rookie... Rook... Deputy.. Dep. Not Avery, not Ava. Rook was all people ever called her and it had become a mask that she would wear over and over while she carried the burdens of the entire County upon her back. She never asked for this but there was so much that she needed to do. Even now the list grew ever longer because people couldn't sort out their own problems. She was never meant to be a hero. Rook was their hero, she didn't even know who Avery was any more.

The world became smaller under the weight of her own turbulent thoughts, the edges of her vision hazy as she almost forgot to breathe—there was water in her lungs again. Ava curled her fingers into her palm, digging small crescents into the scar tissue that already marred there. Pain would keep her grounded, try to breathe, ignore the screaming in her brain, fight the spinning-

-A hand against her own, gentle, easing red tipped fingers away from the damage it was causing. Joseph was there and Ava didn't know if he was making it better or making it worse but now all that emotion was focussed solely on him.

“D-Don't!” Ava hissed, trying to yank her hand away in a fury. “Don't touch me, I don't I-” She couldn't even get the words out any more. They stumbled over each other in a mess of sounds that died on her tongue. She raised her other hand to strike him but he met her half way with a firm grasp upon her wrist. Ava didn't know how he could be so gentle and hard at the same time. He was an oxymoron, opposites wrapped up together yet somehow worked. Ava hated it. She hated him and everything he stood for.

“You're tired, are you?” Joseph asked. As he was talking he raised her hand like she wasn't trying to fight him. Lips brushed bruised knuckles, aching fingers. He turned her hand over, kissing the markings her nails had cut into her palm uncaring as blood smeared across his face. Breath was warm against her skin, the scratch of beard stinging the wounds but Ava found she didn't mind the sensation. And that made her even more angry.

“How- How dare you! Let me go!” Ava strained against him, pulling her weight backwards in an attempt to free herself but Joseph was like stone, unyielding in his hold and surprisingly calm in the face of Ava's outburst. The rosary beads pressed firm into her skin, indenting into her wrist.

“It's okay to be tired, look how far you've run.” Joseph continued in that same gentle tone, even as her nails raked across his cheek. Three red lines were left in her wake though in her frenzy she didn't know if it was her blood or Joseph's own. She was like a wild animal backed into a corner, a dangerous look in her grey eyes.

“You don't know anything about me!” She spat the words like a weapon, trying to get underneath his skin in the same way that he'd been crawling under hers with every word.

Joseph's glasses had been knocked off in the motion and green eyes were peering back at her. He shifted, still keeping a firm grip on Ava's wrists, knees took the brunt of his weight and he used the small height leverage to lean her back with a push, bending her spine enough that it had to be uncomfortable.

Ava should be fighting harder right now, he was far too close and looming above her in a way that made her feel so small and weak. And yet here she was. Here he was. Joseph leaned forward, looking up at her through his lashes.

“I know you're begging to be whole again,” Joseph murmured. “I know you're drowning Avery. The water is up to your jaw and you're straining to stop yourself from going under.”

The fight left her all at once. Flailing hands falling slack in his grip. She frowned at him, brows knitting together in a pained expression at being read so plainly. No one knew these thoughts. How could he see her pain so easily when everyone else around her was blind?

“What do you want from me?” Her voice was as small as she felt and when Joseph released her wrist it merely fell limply at her side. Joseph reached forward, cupping her cheek and letting his thumb brush the arc of her cheekbone, tracing the small scar underneath her eye.

“I want to save you.”

His hand shifted, running his fingers through Ava's short brown hair to hold the back of her head and pull her into him.

She didn't fight him this time, allowing Joseph to pull her back upright and into his space. Eyes fell shut to try and quell the beginnings of tears as they stung. Lips pressed against her forehead in gentle affection before Joseph rested his own in the space where he had kissed.

“It's okay,” he said and Ava could feel his breath on her face now, hear his voice almost reverberating around her skull. “I'm here, give me your pain.”

The first tear fell and it was like the dam broke. An ungodly sound wailed out from Ava's mouth as she threw her arms around Joseph's torso and collapsed into him. Once she started she couldn't stop, crying for all the pressure put on her, crying for void she felt in the pit of her stomach that never felt filled. She'd been empty for so long even before the mess of Hope County and it was supposed to be a fresh start. It wasn't supposed to be like this. The feelings weren't supposed to haunt her when her old self died.

Joseph had made her feel something when he'd been standing in his church staring down at her, something she'd not felt in years.

He made her feel alive.

And it frightened her.

Joseph held her as she pressed her face against the curve of his neck, gently stroking up and down her spine with the tips of his fingers. He said nothing, only making the occasional soothing sound to let Ava get it all out of her system without disruption. He was soft where she was sharp and it brought a strange sense of peace to the pair.

Ava hiccupped, clinging to Joseph tighter as her tears stained his shirt. Her whole body shook with the sobs. She didn't remember the last time she had actually cried, it was safer to keep it all bottled up but now the bottle had smashed into tiny fragments and Ava didn't know how to put the pieces back together. She was sinking and the only thing keeping her from completely under was the warm steadfast presence of Joseph keeping her upright.

Eventually the downpour became a trickle and Ava became still, listening to the sound of Joseph's breathing.

“Will you stay with me? I.... I don't want to be alone. I... I can't..” Voice was hoarse against her throat, the words scraping and tasting metallic on her tongue. Joseph inclined his head downward, pressing another kiss to her head.

“Just for tonight.”

Reluctantly Ava pulled herself away, pausing when she saw the marks she'd left on Joseph's cheek. She reached up and he let her touch his face, leaning into the bloodstained digits. Guilt welled up like a lump in her throat and for a second she felt the urge to cry once more. No tears fell. She had no more tears to shed.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered.

Joseph reached up to take her hand once more and this time Ava didn't fight him as he kissed each finger and each mark she had inflicted upon her skin. His gaze was burning into her through the gaps of her fingers.

“You are forgiven,” He spoke into her palm again, causing a shudder to work it's way up Ava's spine. He released her hand, gesturing around the small tent and what few belongings Ava actually owned. “Do you have a first aid kit?”

Ava nodded, turning to reach for her field backpack. Out came the yellow tin, passed to Joseph. She thought he was going to use it on himself, but before she'd even had a chance to put the backpack away Joseph reached for her hand again.

“This will sting, but though this pain you will find the path to salvation,” Joseph said as he opened the kit with his other hand. He was slow, methodical, as he worked brows knitting together in a thin line of concentration. He soaked cotton balls in antiseptic, dabbing at each crescent shape until it was clean.

Ava hissed air in through her teeth but fought her natural instinct to yank her hand back.

“I will heal my people and let them enjoy abundant peace and security,” He began to wrap her palm in a small bandage turning it over and over before securing it with a small piece of tape. “If you feel the need to mark your skin you should wear your sins correctly, only then will you truly begin to heal. John can help you.”

All at once the fragile peace shattered as Ava scrambled away with a shake of her head. Fear was writ all over her face. It was too much, the memories too raw. She felt like she was drowning. Joseph paused, studying her before offering an outstretched hand and a kind, patient expression.

“You're not ready,” he did not scold her as he spoke, he did not even judge her, and slowly slowly Ava edged her way back towards him like a frightened animal. He took her into his embrace, cradling her as he laid them both down on top of her bedroll.

Ava rested her head against Joseph's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he draped an arm over her side. She felt safe here, tucked in against him like the world and the troubles outside her tent just didn't exist.

“I'm afraid,” Ava said, fingers bunching the material of his shirt.

“I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears.” Joseph said, stroking across Ava's ribs as he spoke. She could feel his voice rumbling against her, slow and steady and lulling her into a content sleepy warmth. “Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. I, too, have been afraid, filled with fear for my people and the reckoning to come. But I follow the Voice and now I walk the path with the knowledge I need to protect us all. You just need to believe.”

He pressed his lips to the hair and Ava shifted to look up at him. Noses brushed and Joseph kissed the corner of her mouth before turning his head away.

“Sleep now, your fears cannot find you while I'm here. I will protect you.”

Ava settled back against him and stopped fighting the urge to stay awake. The last thing she heard was the sound of Joseph's heartbeat with the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

---

He was gone in the morning when Ava awoke, but wrapped around her bandaged hand was Joseph's wooden rosary and a small white and gold bound book on her pillow. Ava scowled and reached for the book with the intention of.. well she didn't know any more. She should throw it in the fire, pack up her camp and be done with it.

She opened the book and written on the inside cover in a steady careful hand was a single phrase. She traced the handwriting with her finger and a strange sense of warmth overcame her body.

'When you're ready.'

----

Joseph returned to the compound early in the morning, even now his chosen flocked to greet him at the gates. A passing touch, a gentle wish. They reached for him and for a time he stopped to greet them, not singling one out but giving each and every one a single moment they could cherish.

He was only pulled away when John approached, a concerned look shadowing the smile that he so often wore.

“What did she do to you?” He asked, gesturing to Joseph's face—and the marks that he carried from the night. “I'll drag her out here kicking and screaming from that tent. How dare she lay a hand on you. She's an animal. I'll take the fingers that touched you one by one.” The more John spoke the more he worked himself up, his entire body going rigid with poorly contained wrath. Joseph exhaled heavily, closing the distance to place a hand on John's shoulder.

“You will do no such thing,” Joseph said sharply. He put the smallest amount of pressure with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing lightly. The fire in John died out, and a flicker of another emotion entirely haunted his expression. It pained Joseph to see it, but sometimes it was necessary to temper John's more sadistic tendencies.

“I have plans for our dear Deputy dear John,” Joseph changed his tone of voice, morphing it into something soft and sweet. “She is on the precipice of change and we need to give her a nudge in the right direction. You will leave her camp alone. Continue on your path and she will fall into your waiting arms. Patience. Do not let your sin prevent that. ”

John swallowed thickly, nodding and with that Joseph released him. He reached up to rub his shoulder and neck subconsciously.

“Yes Father.” John said.

“Good, now come along, we have much work to do.” Joseph beckoned for John to fall into step with him as the gates closed.

Joseph had plans for them all.

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Had so much fun doing this commission for @agamemgoth of Jacob Seed and their Deputy! 🥺💕 I miss drawing the Seeds 💖

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[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 45: For by Wise Guidance You Will Wage War

Summary:

The Father is coming to Saint Francis With John's safe return to the veterans center thanks to Kit's intervention, Joseph arrives to meet with his brothers. Plans for war are made, family dinner is held, and Kit is facing her issues with the father figures in her life

warnings for this chapter: misogyny (both internalized and external) Kit's daddy issues affecting her mental health Religious trauma mentions of past child abuse

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[axelflare9700]

"Forgive me father for I've Sinned"

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[seedofjoseph]

sweet talk

Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn

Relationship(s): Joseph Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 650

Author's note: This newest episode of my FC:ND AU is sweeter than the previous one (link). Check out the Jacob & John episodes here: link & link

"Right there," your voice shook, your heart skipped a beat and your hair stood on end. "R-right there," you opened your mouth wide, tossed your head all the way back, and sunk further down into the furs. "That's the fucking spot."

He tutted, halting his healing touch on your swollen sole. "No profanities."

"Are you f-" you bit your lip and swallowed the cuss word. And, because your craving for Joseph Seed's love ate away at you faster than any famine could, you begged the man sitting below you, on his knees, at your feet: "Please."

"Please what?"

"You know."

From atop his cot, you looked down at him with pleading eyes. As always, you found Joseph's clear, sky-blue eyes looking back. But, unlike most days, he clouded one by closing it. By winking.

"No," he opened both his eyes again. If you had blinked, you would've missed it. "I don't know, so you'll have to tell me," his hands latched onto the foot in his lap, lifting it. "And you'll have to do it without using cuss words."

"Father," you gasped out rather than speak up. "Please don't stop," you pushed the foot deeper into his warm palm. "Please, Father," you traced his lap with the toes still resting on it.

His eyes were fixated on yours, only moving to take in your mouth and the shape of it as his appellative passed your lips. Even so, the warmth of your bare sole seeped through his worn-out trousers, and all his blood flow was focused on that one spot over his crotch. And it only took one twitch for him to start pressing his thumb on your spot again.

The Father spoke softly as if the air around you had thinned. "You've been suffering in silence, haven't you?" His sigh was heavy and hot as it hit the chaffed flesh of your foot. "You hold your head up high even as your own legs buckle under you," he kissed your aching ankle where your old boots have been bruising you. "My sweet girl, why didn't you come to me sooner?" He continued circling the sweet spot on his sweet girl's sole. "My sweet, prideful girl," his free hand slid across his prideful girl's swelling belly.

You wanted to explain yourself by going over all the new calming concoctions Faith has come up with since your two previous pregnancies. And you wanted to excuse yourself by pointing out his holy man priorities which were many, the mother of his children being just one of them.

"Father," you laid back on the cot, into the furs. Then, you teased the swell in his pants as he traced the swell of your belly. "Please, I need it," you moaned, melting under him like ice caps in the nuclear summer. "I need you."

Now, as you looked at him through tearful eyes, you saw a storm forming in his. Through the thick lump in your throat, you called to him, and he climped up on all fours to join you in his cot. He looked at you and you knew that he was flesh and blood like you. You knew that this holiest of men was you man, and you were now, for the third time, of his flesh and blood. And he was now, for the third time, worshipping your bountiful body with the same awe you watched God's new world bloom.

"My sweet girl," he cupped your face, his forehead falling atop of yours. "My sweetest girl," he kissed each of your eyes close, then your lips, and, finally, he lifted your legs atop his shoulders and kissed his way down to your sweetest spot. "All you had to do was beg."

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Some fun screenshots from the arcade, with the Seeds and Deputy Riley Colt.

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WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @thesingularityseries <3 | Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners @strangefable @nightbloodbix @nightwingshero @aceghosts @madparadoxum @g0dspeeed @trench-rot @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @euryalex @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @purplehairsecretlair @jinfromyarikawa @shegetsburned @clicheantagonist @locustandwildhoney @fourlittleseedlings @poisonedtruth @vampireninjabunnies-blog @cassietrn @wrathfulrook and anyone with something to share this week <3

I'm dropping bits and pieces from Chapter 9, this it the final WIP post on it before I post the whole thing sometime later this week.

After taking few minutes to shake off the sleep and what remained of the awful dream, Sabrina got up, her eyes focusing on their bags by the door. She knew it was time to stop avoiding the inevitable, so she picked them up and put them on the bed, methodically pulling out clothes and folding them in a dresser at the far end of the room. When Savannah's things were neatly sorted away, she moved onto her own bag, opening the zipper and taking out garments until something made her freeze and blink in confusion. What the fuck. The lacy bralette John had picked up back in her room and joked about was now in her hands, when she had put it back into her underwear drawer. To make things worse, tucked between a pair of jeans further down into the bag was what he probably deemed as the matching panties. No way. There was only one explanation, and she laughed at the ridiculous idea, until she remembered his lack of boundaries and how he was on his own in her room for a short while. But why would you even… She thought back to what she could only describe as lust filled looks he had given her then, how he always managed to invade her personal space. Thinking I'm putting these on? Watch me burn them in the fireplace, Seed.

[John is a broody boy and misses dinner because he's conflicted af]

She was set on catching him as he came home, on not letting him sneak off without getting anwers. Even if she fell asleep on the couch, it was a better alternative than waking Savannah up with her reoccurring nightmare. As she waited she took her time to snoop around the living room, shooting another look of disgust at the portrait of Joseph. Something that kept tempting her since her arrival was a landline that was placed on a side table there. With her sister fast asleep she took the chance and picked up the receiver. Who do I even call? Sabrina didn't have many numbers memorized, aside from her ex-partner's number in Portland and her precinct's, The Spread Eagle's since Joey regularly ordered food from it for the Sheriff's Department and the one of the jail her mother was serving her time at. She knew she could depend on Leslie to believe her and get outside help, that he would go as far as finding a way to storm the County even with the lockdown Eden's Gate was enforcing. She took a deep breath and dialed his number, but the line refused to connect.

"Fuck. Why did I even think it would work?", she whispered, then set on punching in the bar's digits next. The same thing happened again, making her huff in frustration. Then another strange number that was haphazardly jotted down at the the phone itself caught her eye. "What do we have here?", she stared at it in curiosity and before she could stop herself she dialed it. Seconds passed by that put her on edge, making her question her choice as she feared who would pick up and wondered if she should hang up. Instead an automated voice finally responded, "You have one new message from September, 4th." "Voicemail, thank fuck.", she released the breath she was holding and held the receiver to her ear as the machine prompted the caller to leave a message after the tone. The voice she heard next spread goosebumps over her skin, an awful reminder of the arrest and the constant nightmare that haunted her. "After all the Atonements, all the Confessions, all that you've done for me and Eden's Gate is not enough, is it, John? I worry what has gotten into you since the Reaping had started. You ignore my calls, anytime I reach out to you I'm met with Mathias on the other side instead, telling me you're busy. It's the urges again, isn't it? You have to cast away your past, John. You need to open up your heart, you need to see that there is more love all around you. All the pain and suffering you spread will not help us in the long run. These actions will only feed the sin inside you. It will grow stronger, it will convince you to do wicked things. Those you scar too deeply, they will heal, they will become carriers of your sin. They will spread that sin to others. I've seen your death in a vision, you are destined to be slayed by your own sin. It will come back around in a new form, it's only a matter of when. I've seen you die young, I've seen you die old. The difference between the two outcomes is how much love you let into your heart. I pray that you hear these words before it's too late. I want to see you become an old man in the Paradise we prepared for. I love you brother." Joseph's voice faded away, replaced by the automated one, "Press 1 to listen to the message again. To delete the message, press 2." Sabrina put down the receiver back in its place, leaning against the table as her mind ran over what she had just heard. "What the hell…", she sighed. She doubted John had listened to the message. What worried her more was the fact Joseph seemed suspicious of his brother's behavior. "If it's so damn important, why leave it in a voicemail, Joseph?", she gritted out. Sabrina wanted to laugh at Joseph's hypocrisy masked as concern. His tone, the ultimatums, subtle guilting, all sounded way too familiar to her. He wanted John to let love into his heart, yet he was enabling him in his quest of hurting others. The Project's pointless torture he called "Confessions", was the reason he almost had died on that road that very morning, she doubted Charlie would be the last one to go after him for revenge. If Joseph wanted someone to blame, he didn't have to look far. "And Savannah is now in the middle of it all.", she bit her lip, the frustration making her restless. Joseph's warnings were a cryptic mess, hinting at someone's arrival. She had no doubt if he ever finds out about her visions, he'd declare her to be that person, convince John she would cost him his life, when she had seen him alive as disaster struck, the event his brother predicted as "The Collapse". "You're going to live, Seed. I'm going to make sure of it, then your brother will show his true face. His type always do eventually." She didn't delete the voicemail, instead retreated back to the couch and wrapped a blanket around herself. It was way past midnight when she heard the front door open and quiet footsteps carrying towards the stairs. John was either set on ignoring her completely or hadn't noticed her sitting in the dimly-lit living room.

After the realization he missed Sabrina and looking into her phone, John threw himself into Confessions even harder, convincing himself at one point he'd manage to exorcise her out of his thoughts. He found himself making Wyatt bring in Sinner after Sinner until 12 am rolled around. By then he could tell the man was exhausted and quite suspicious at the urgency he was showcasing. His people were used to him burying himself in work prior to Sabrina's arrival, but never really to that extreme, so he wrapped up the last Confession for the day reluctantly. He parted ways with Wyatt and after cleaning up and picking up his things, John got into a truck and headed back to the Ranch. On his way over he contemplated if sleeping on the couch at his office like he'd done so many times before was a better idea, but he was aching for a shower and his own bed for once. He hoped Sabrina would be asleep, that she would have taken the hint, and keep her distance. He didn't want to face her, not that night, not when no matter how much he tried to focus on the Sinners in his chair, thoughts of her poured back in little by little until he felt like he was drowning.Until the Confessions became the distraction while she turned into the main thing occupying his mind.

John parked the truck, releasing Mathias from his post for the night, the man gave him a strange look as he passed him on the way to the front door. Bennett knew his moods well after working together for years, so he left with a simple "Goodnight". He stepped inside, navigating the living room in the darkness, moonlight and memories of the layout guiding him to the stairs, to the safety of his room. "You're here.", her voice stopped him in his tracks, the one thing he had been yearning to hear the whole day, instead of Hartley's whiny voice or the Sinners' neverending screams as he released their sins. John's lack of response didn't discourage Sabrina. "I have a feeling you're ignoring me for some unknown to me reason, but I don't deal with situations like that, John.", she sighed, "You told me we'd go over the fine details of the deal, so let's talk like adults. And… Savannah waited for you at dinner." John stole a glance her way, memorizing the way her gray hair picked up the faint light from the windows as she sat on the couch. She looked almost illusory. A part of him wished she'd disappear and take the urges with her. "You gonna reply at some point or am I as good as talking to a wall here, or maybe one of the taxidermy animals? Scary fuckers." He couldn't help a smirk from emerging on his face at her undying wit, still he kept his silence, gripping the railing, while his feet remained rooted at the spot, unwilling to move. He had no idea how long he stayed like that until he heard Sabrina let out another disappointed sigh as she got up from the couch. Her footsteps nearing him, anticipation raising in him at her approach, at the unknown. What are you up to, Deputy? She simply breezed past him, her own feet hitting the first step, as she said, "Fine, play your childish games on your own, Seed. Goodnight."

He wasn't holding the railing anymore, instead grabbing her hand as she passed him and turning her around until she was facing him, one step above him, bringing them to the same eye level. John's gaze drank her in hungrily: running over the tight blank tank top that hugged her form and matching sleep pants she was wearing all in contrast to her fair skin. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in soft waves, her tattoo was peaking out under the straps, teasing him. His fingers were still wrapped around her wrist, her pulse beating against them, picking up as the seconds passed. "Sabrina.", it was the first thing he had said since entering the ranch. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, as they searched his. "So you do speak… Can we move onto full sentences next? I'm kind of on my way to bed." John's gaze shifted to her forearm, the sight of a bandage making him smile. He felt pride at the fact she had listened to him and taken care of the wound. "Okay, this is officially awkward.", Sabrina pursed her lips, the move drawing his attention to them. His free hand grabbed a piece of her hair, wrapping it around his fingers, her breath hitching as he said, "Kept you waiting again, didn't I?" She shook her head, "Nope, you're not doing this again. I have questions, John. I'm not in the mood for whatever game you're playing." He couldn't help but smile at the fire in her gaze, "Tomorrow, Deputy, we're both exhausted." "How do I know you will keep that promise? I left you a plate, you know. Even though you didn't show up." Her words held a note of disappointment while her face remained passive. "I'm sorry." "Do you mean that, or is this another act?" Sabrina wasn't holding back, her eyes shining in conviction. "I mean it, Sabrina." "Why are you avoiding me?" "Just doing us both a favor." The cryptic reply made her roll her eyes, "You're just going to keep doing this, eh? Fine, one last thing. Did you pack things for me while I was gone from the room?" John raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion while knowing full well she was talking about the lacy number he had shoved into the duffel bag, but he wasn't going to incriminate himself. Sabrina ripped her hand out of his grip, shaking her head, "Let me guess, you have no idea what I'm talking about?" "Yes.", he challenged. "You're unbeliavable. First chance I get, I'm throwing them in that fancy fireplace of yours, John." "Now that would be a shame." "I thought you didn't know what I meant? Are you getting rusty, Mr. hotshot lawyer? Losing track of your claims?", her lips curved into a triumphant smirk. "I assure you, Sabrina, nothing is rusty about me." She rolled her eyes and took a few steps up, holding the railing for security while she was still facing him, anticipating he might try to stop her from retreating again, when there was enough distance between them and no indication for anything nefarious, she turned her back, headed to her own room. As she made it on the second floor she called out, "We're talking tomorrow, Seed. I'm holding you to it." "Wouldn't expect anything else, Deputy." Good, walk away, before I do something we both regret. He waited until he heard her door close before he climbed upstairs too, preparing himself for another night where she would reign over his dreams, wearing allure like a second skin. Promising all kinds of sinful things if he just gives in. Daring him to forego Eden.

Bonus scene because I know y'all love Savannah.

"Where did he go?" To his bunker. But saying that would raise even more questions, instead she replied by simply saying, "He had some business to take care of. He's a lawyer, you know, boring adult things." Torture. Kidnapping. Murder. Running a cult. Checking crimes off his list at a rate that would make him into any lawyer's worst nightmare. Hell, he'd probably represent himself. Just boring adult things. Savannah giggled, "Does he wear an actual suit?"

#Sabrina narrating: “these were in fact the wrong pants; fool.” #should she burn the set? YES or NO; argue in the tags :D #would John's men be throwing him an intervention soon? probably; maybe even dunk him in the river to cool off #i so had to include that Joseph voicemail from the ranch #Leslie breadcrumbs eheh 👀 #wip whenever #wip weekend #tagged <3 #wip: in hope of tomorrow #oc: sabrina donovan #john x sabrina #john seed x female deputy #ship: the diviner and the baptist #john seed x sabrina donovan #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #ocs #original characters #wip stuff #wip snippet #dialogue snippet #my ships #wip #wip excerpt

[skoll-sun-eater]

Dessert; FC5 oneshot fic

Here's a snippet of something I just finished.

Just experimenting with how to write different 'situations' ;)

Warnings: Slight BDSM descriptions. Nothing too graphic, but there is the air of Sub/Dom language and interactions going on.

Pairings: Deputy OC Phedra/Jacob Seed. Deputy OC Phedra/John Seed. Deputy OC Phedra/Joseph Seed.

Just the brothers tonight, with the exception of the deputy as the main guest of honor. The deputy has become a permanent part of the scenery among the Seed family.

Jacob captured her and put her through the ringer in the first couple of trials. But she has- other purposes far more beneficial than the brothers could have imagined.

They all gather around in John’s dining room and they enjoy small portions of food, quite small. The arrangement and vittles are carefully laid on John’s cedar wood table. He set out crystal glass plates with crisp beige, cloth napkins folded in triangular puffs.

“Hmm, you brought out your finest crap huh Johnny?” Jacob says, teasing his indulgent baby brother.

The look of annoyance is visible on the Baptist’s countenance. “Of course, I want to show Miss Dawson that we’re not the uncivilized animals that the resistance likes to paint us out to be.” John scoffs.

The three pull out their chairs and take their seats. But the deputy is left in idle, waiting to be told what to do next. Though she’s a guest, she acts much like a servant.

“C’mere Phedra, you have permission to sit at the table.” Jacob finally beckons to the woman. She’s being tested for her obedience.

Phedra takes a seat in between Jacob at his side and John who sits at the head of the table. Joseph sits across from Phedra facing her. She’s in his direct line of sight, it’s unnerving, how he looks at her through his yellow aviators, watching. She knows why, this dinner isn’t so much about the actual food.

But…

“Really? Sunglasses at night?”

“Excuse me my child,” Joseph’s voice cuts through Phedra’s thoughts of belittling of his choice of attire. “Would you please pour myself and my brothers some wine?”

Phedra looks to Jacob for instruction. “Go on, if they ask ya to do something, you do it.”

Phedra rises from her seat, and reaches across for a bottle Merlot John had set on the dining table. She sidesteps her way and pours the wine into the sparkling crystal glasses.

“You look lovely this evening, my dear Miss Dawson. Quite…” John looks her up and down, like he’s surveying a tall tree from his chair. “…provocative.” He simpers at her as she retreats back to her chair.

Perhaps he isn’t wrong about how she is presented, Jacob specifically chose this dress for her tonight. A deep ultramarine blue dress, backless halter with the neck plunging down to her navel. It was quite short and fit all the contours of her athletic but full curvy figure.

Read the rest here in the link below, if interested.

Thank you for stopping by.

#far cry 5 fanfic #deputy oc Phedra Dawson #jacob seed x female deputy #john seed x female deputy #joseph seed x female deputy #jacob seed #john seed #joseph seed

[kittiofdoom]

Midnight Sins Chapter 2

Series Summary: In the aftermath of the Cleansing the Deputy has a surprise visit from Joseph Seed and it sends her spiralling down a path of which there is no return.

Parings: Joseph Seed/Female Deputy (More to be added later)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Panic Attacks, Self Harm, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Drugs, Non-Consensual Drug Use (If you squint), Trauma, Hypervigilance, Joseph Seed is an entire trigger warning, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. (more to be added later)

Wordcount: 4836

Chapter Summary:  In the following days of Joseph's visit Ava found herself with much to contemplate, and a late night radio conversation did little to help the load.

A/N:  Happy New year! This story has a way of running away with me. This was supposed to be three days, but it got so long I had to move day three to chapter three. Enjoy!

SURFACE TENSION.

Read on A03

#far cry 5 #far cry 5 fanfic #joseph seed/female deputy #joseph seed x female deputy #writing: midnight sins #oc; avery beckett #i thought about posting the text here #but it's so much and it's just easier on the eyes to read on a03 #IT'S FINALLY FINISHED #aHHHHHHHH #ship; avery beckett x joseph seed

[pairinf]

Why is he going ✊😠✊

#far cry 5 #john seed #far cry deputy #joseph seed #faith seed #jacob seed #john seed x female deputy #far cry games

[starlightreign]

Seed family glow up part 1 : Rook and Joseph

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #joseph seed #female deputy #Joseph Seed x female deputy #far cry 5

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 25: As a Lion Growls    

Shout out to American Beasts having it’s 6 month birthday yesterday!! Woohoo!!

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

Kit makes her way back to the Wolf's Den and quickly discovers it may not be the right place for her after all. She travels back home to the Valley to find herself, and then has a meeting with Joseph.

#fan fiction #far cry 5 #jacob seed #eli palmer #tammy barnes #joseph seed #john seed #oc: kit cross #jacob seed x female deputy #american beasts #chapter 25

[axelflare9700]

They won't let the Deputy out of the Bathroom

#far cry 5 #fc5 #joseph seed fc5 #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #female deputy #ps5 screenshots

[flare-queen]

Deputy stuck inside the bunker with Joseph Seed, you can imagine tension was high, emotions strong and well when shit hits the fan, bad or good things can happen such as the release of pleasure.

#far cry 5 #far cry 5 oc #joseph seed #joseph seed x deputy #far cry 5 fanart #deputy #rookie #far cry 5 rookie #far cry 5 rook #deps #riley colt #farcry 5 #oc #riley colt deputy #far cry 5 deputy riley colt #far cry 5 deputy #joseph seed x oc #female deputy #far #cry #deputy x joseph seed #the father #wraith #the judge #bunker #far cry 5 oc art #my oc #joseph #joseph seed far cry 5 #joseph x deputy

[hopecountysfavhoe]

Cold is up to chapter 44 now (and still has a longggg way to go until I’m finished with it) so the question now is……..

Should I brainstorm a story about John, Joseph, or Faith x the deputy? 🤔 I’ve been eyeballing a fanfic for John x Deputy but I wanna hear your thoughts!

#far cry 5 #jacob seed #far cry #john seed #joseph seed #female deputy #deputy oc #fanfic #far cry 5 fanfic #oc deputy #John x deputy #Joseph x deputy #Faith x deputy