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chaos-smh · 2 years

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True Faith

a/n: A FC5 drabble I found in my drafts. It isn’t proof-read and the story may be a bit all over the place. Apologies if it’s hard to follow but I enjoyed writing it. First post! ♡

pairing/s: Seed!family x original child!character

content: mentions of abuse, death and depression

word count: 1,117 words

driven by her own hatred and guilt, lilith finally gives in. her mind and soul crumbled beneath the seed family as she struggles to come to terms with her new life. the road ahead of her never looked more rocky

A humble light fluttered through the warmth of the room, settling like golden blossoms on each piece of ornate yet soft furniture it seemed to drift over. The faint yet inviting aroma of food mixed with the steady chorus of chatter accompanied the gentle glow, enveloping the dining room in a fuzz which seemed foreign and distant to the young and demure girl. Her milky white skin seemed sickly against the welcoming shine of the overhead light and her reluctant yet bitter attitude felt like a stranger to the intimate scene. The past few days had seemed to bleed together with a crude series of events leaving a stinging imprint on the mind of the girl, abandoning her thoughts with a potent mixture of guilt and grief; something which was far from the joyous occasion of the Sunday dinner. Lilith's quivering hands folded neatly in her lap, the bruised ends of her fingers gently toying with the icy fabric of her light floral dress. The youthful garment felt pretty in the young girls eyes however, the length exposed pale legs with a colourful array of marks and bruises splattered like paint across her shins. It was embarrassing - the memory of what had happened seemed as fresh as the grazes on her knees.

A gentle breeze pulled the girl back to reality with the subtle chime of plates and cutlery diverting her attention back towards the delicately garnished dining table. Flowers of the garden were intertwined down the centre of the white cloth, the subtle arrangement of lilies and pure roses seeming to settle the bitter sting of fear which had risen within the young girl. It reminded Lilith of the bouquets that she would gift to her mother whilst she was sick but it was enough to bring a small yet meaningful smile to her gentle face. Even if those moments lingered deep in the past, it was the only proof that the girl had a life before whatever twisted situation she found herself in the present and it was a world she could seem to escape to when in her darkest moments. One which was simpler and devoid of not just complexity of growing pains and the ache of grief but also the Seed family.

The smile on the young girls face seem to falter as her pale eyes drifted across the plate in front of her which was positioned neatly on an intricate lace placemat. It was different, they didn't trust her. Plastic cutlery was presented on each side of the plate with even the knife missing from the set and the food was organised with each portion pre-cut and determined. Her stomach sunk as heat pricked at her skin in a mixture of embarrassment but also anger; she couldn't pretend that all was well when chains still resided around her wrists, binding her deep under the control of the family. Lilith broke from her position on the wooden chair with her trembling hands slamming down on the embellished table as her legs wobbled beneath her. Her actions were quickly followed by a more dominant and abrupt force as the oldest of the three brothers reared up, looming over her broken and frightened figure from the opposite side of the table.

Silence shrouded the table as the outburst disrupted the warmth, covering the table in a dense fog of tension which clouded the young girls thoughts and pricked at her soft eyes. The familiar sting of tears grazed her like the skid of innocent knees against concrete as a fractured series of sobs cracked through her empty chest.

"Jacob - Lilith calm down, come with me."

The gentle yet unusual voice of the Father simmered through the ears of the young girl as she felt his scarred hand sink into her own. She could feel herself being quietly ushered away from the decorated scene of the family, her tired feet aching to find a purpose in the woven carpet as tears pooled deep in her wounds. It was a familiar sting which Lilith could easily recall, it was similar to those moments where she was escorted from the classroom because the bruises that day were too dark. It wasn't the conversation which would hurt, it was the embarrassment that resided within it. A distasteful grunt broke the silence which she had left as the sparse murmur of voices seeped through the dining room in her absence. Tears continued to spill from within her pallid eyes as she was settled down against the kitchen counter, the cluttered surface matching the unsettling comfort which seemed to spread through the house. Lilith's hands quivered as they curled deep within the patterned fabric of her dress, her cloudy eyes following each twitch and flicker of her fingers as they desperately attempted to avoid contact with the Father.

"I- I hate- it here!" She sobbed out, her voice rupturing through her throat in a strained cry; one which was clearly distinguishable by any lingering ears. It seemed as if her heart had leaked through her words after what had felt like weeks of swallowing all of her toxic emotions, yet the ache didn't seem to go away.

"I just wanna' fucking go home!"

A firm pair of hands graced Lilith's flushed face yet the invasion felt almost welcoming and warm, she had expected the hands of man so detached and sadistic to match that of the winter storm which ruptured through her mind - but they didn't.

"Lily," Joseph hushed as he grazed his thumbs across the soft scarlet skin of the young girl, catching the tears which cascaded from her eyes.

"God saw a light within you, one which will thrive and burn bright."

Lilith could feel her heavy head guided up the Father's hands with the wet stains residing on her blushed skin shimmering beneath the golden glow of the overhead light, softening her look of distress.

"You're journey has not been an easy one but God has given you a chance, we're here to guide you."

All the young girl could bring herself to do was utter a gentle nod with the calculated words of the Father sinking deep into her thoughts; the prophecy that he had manufactured disturbed her, she couldn't allow herself to think that she was so special.

"No matter how much you are apart of this family and today, I will not allow you to sit in there and suffer like you are," Joseph admitted in a reasoned voice, the tone of his words seeming to falter ever so slightly from its usual mannerism.

"Why don't you go into the sitting room, we'll join you when we're finished little-one."

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 years

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Shiptober Day 23

Prompt: Car Sex + Missionary

Ship: Faith Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, explicit language, strap on, technically bareback, kind of public play too

Words: 1, 713

Having a halloween party seven days before halloween may have seemed stupid to some, but the residents of Hope County were full of people who played by their own rules. One of those rules being; the last week of October was halloween week. Which meant parties every night until halloween night where the whole County put on a celebration.

Dean had never been a party guy, unless that party included plenty of food and watching his friends play video games and complain about their day jobs. He'd agreed to this one, if only because Faith had refused to let him out of bed until he succumbed to her pleas. And when he got to see her in a far too short light blue dress with fake, fluffy white wings on the back and a golden halo held up by a thin piece of wire above her head he decided it was more than worth it.

Meanwhile; he wore a tattered plaid shirt, unbuttoned with nothing under it at Faith's request, and ripped jeans. With some light makeup to make a simple, low effort attempt at a werewolf outfit that seemed to appease everyone well enough. Faith was more than appeased by it, her hands wandering to his bare chest and stomach plenty even before they left for the party.

Those wandering hands didn't calm down at any point during the night, in fact after they both had downed two or so beers she had attached herself to his side. Her hands groping his stomach, body pressed up against his side as she grinded on him and her painted lips leaving a trail of hickies along his neck. Dean had returned the advances, of course he had, hands subtly slipping just under her dress to caress her sensitive skin.

At some point it got too loud, too hot—Faith tugged Dean away to his car and pushed him down in the back seat, crawling ontop of him and locking their lips in a clumsy kiss. Her hands dragged down his chest, his dug into her thighs and their hips grinded against each other in a slow, agonising rhythm.

"Fuck you look so good tonight," Dean mumurs in between heated kisses, pushing her dress up and gropping her ass. She smiles and leans back, hands resting on his stomach as she puts on a small show by squeezing her arms against her chest, her breasts basically popping out of the silky dress as she did. She giggles at Dean's expression, brown eyes hazy and locked onto the soft mounds of flesh as he all but begins to drool.

"You want me to take this off baby?" She asks coyly, reaching her hands up to push the thin straps off her shoulders, the blue fabric sliding down another fraction and revealing more of her chest. Dean nods almost immediately, swallowing thickly as his hands knead her soft flesh in anticipation. Neither of them seemed to care they were in the middle of an open field where any of the other party goers could walk by and catch a peek at the both of them.

There were probably mutliple couples fucking at this party already anyways, at least they had the decency to take it to Dean's car before going at it.

Faith shimmies the dress down, letting it bunch up around her waist and exposing her bare chest. Her nipples were hard from the cold air and Dean pushes himself up hastily, Faith sliding down his lap and giggling as he begins pressing kisses along her chest. He drags his warm tongue over one of her nipples and her head falls back, a gentle moan escaping her lips as she buries her hands in his hair. She grinds down on him again, her lacy white underwear dragging across his jeans and creating a delicious friction.

Faith could feel his strap on through the rough fabric, hard and ready for her. She was glad she asked him to wear it, the low ache between her legs basically begging for it to be inside of her.

"Take your pants off," She commands, her own neediness making it sound more like begging as she lifts herself up. She helps him unbutton his jeans and tries to keep off him as he shimmies them down to his knees. She stops his hands as they hook under the waistband of his boxers, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she eyes the peach toned silicone peeking out the top.

She scoots herself back, to the point her ass is hanging out of the car, and bends over to lick the head; her hands planted on his stomach. Dean lets out a shaky breath, intoxicated by the filthy sight as she sucks on it feverently. She pulls down his boxers, six inches of girthy silicone springing free into the air and she greedily takes most of it in her mouth.

"You look so pretty like that," Dean sighs, reaching a hand down to tangle in her hair as she bobbed her head. She moans, looking up at him, her blue eyes clouded with desire. She brings her head back up, letting the toy fall from her lips; a string of saliva tauntingly dripping from her tongue and down the length of the toy. She wastes no time crawling back up his body, pressing a deep, passionate kiss to his lips as she lines herself up on his strap, pulling her underwear to the side and lowering herself onto him.

She moans into his mouth as it slides inside of her with ease, stretching her and filling her just the way she liked. A whimper breaks through the moan as Dean juts his hips upward, thrusting deeper into her. She rolls her hips as he continues thrusting into her, holding himself up by his elbow while his other hand holds the back of her neck. The car begins to rock with their movements and Faith's expression twists into a sinful smile, breathing ragged as Dean trails wet kisses down her neck.

"That feels so good, fuck," Faith breathes out, letting her head fall back as Dean sucks on her neck. She lifts herself up, dropping herself down and meets Dean's thrusts eagerly. Her thighs were coated with her own slickness already, that heat pooling between her legs bubbling into molten need as she bounces on Dean's lap with reckless abandon. Dean leans back to watch her for a moment, a small grin on his face as she gasps and moans shamelessly, her hands holding onto his shoulders as she rides him.

"God damn… I could watch you ride me all night," He murmurs, hand trailing down to her hip and digging into the soft flesh as she moves against him.

"Make me do all the work, typical," She huffs playfully, grinning cheekily as a look of half-hearted offence flashes across Dean's face. In seconds he flips them both over, a small squeal escaping Faith as her back meets the leather seat. She can't help but laugh as Dean grins wolfishly down at her, but it soon melts into a breathy moan as he rolls his hips against hers; the new angle absolutely maddening.

"Yes—Fuck! Faster, please!" She gasps, grabbing at his back and grinding her hips up uselessly against him. Dean grabs her hips, rough but not enough to hurt, and starts thrusting into her with quick, deep thrusts. Faith digs her nails into Dean's back, her head falling back against the seat as broken moans tumble from her parted lips. Their bodies slide against one another in perfect tandem, the thin layer of sweat forming creating a filthy wet sound as their hips meet.

"That feel good, baby?"

Faith feels her breath hitch in her throat at the low tone of Dean's voice, the purr of the pet name against her skin as he nips at her collarbone sending shivers up her spine.

Faith squirms and grins in delight as Dean slides one hand between them to toy with the sweet bundle of nerves between her thighs, the extra stimulation shooting fireworks through her body as he matches the rhythm of his thrusts with his hand.

"Oh god," she chokes out, eyes fluttering closed as the tension between her legs coils up tighter and tighter, each rub from Dean's nimble fingers and deep thrust from his strap sending her closer to the edge. Dean presses hot kisses to her neck and collarbone as her back arches, nipping at her skin as she whimpers and clings to him.

Faith's thighs begin to tremble, her foggy mind going completely blank as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry, any noise stuck in her throat as she's rocked by her orgasm. Dean doesn't slow his movements, each flick of his fingers against her clit shooting electric shocks through her entire body. The wet sounds only double as her cum coats the silicone toy now driving her into the blissful state of overstimulation.

"You look so pretty when you come baby," Dean breathes out as her voice finally comes back to her, his name falling from her lips in between her pants and strained moans. She looks up at him with bleary eyes, brings her hands up to his face and pulls him down into a sloppy kiss as he keeps fucking her into the leather seat. She can barely think, lost completely to the pleasure dancing underneath her skin and the taste of his tongue. She wraps her legs behind him, trapping him against her and giggles against his lips.

"You can take me home now," She whispers, nipping at his bottom lip as he finally slows his hips.

"You're gonna have to let me get up for me to do that babe," He grins, trailing his hand up and down her heaving body mindlessly.

"What if I ride you while you drive?" Faith suggests, eyes suddenly wide as the idea pops into her drunken brain. Dean laughs, head falling against her shoulder as she cards her hands through his hair.

"We would crash—and I dunno if I should be driving right now sweetheart,"

"Hm. Okay, keep fucking me until you sober up then,"

"Ma'am yes ma'am,"

#far cry 5 oc #Faith Seed x oc #faith seed x deputy #Deputy Dean Tag #Oneshot Tag #Shiptober2022 #nsft #Nsft Tag #no cult au #Ship: In The Bliss

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moonliteve · 11 months

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tfw you're sent to stop a doomsday cult but you are not immune to four very charming and sexy people

#my silly deputy milo's debut!!!#he's scared and confused all the time 😭 save him #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fanart #fc5 #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #faith seed #jess black #nick rye #joseph seed x deputy #john seed x deputy #jacob seed x deputy #faith seed x deputy #i want fc5 mutuals………cries #pls be my friend im very harmless #oc: miroslav radojevic #my art

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simplegenius042 · 17 days

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LATE Understand My Ship in 5 minutes, Understand my (Friend)ship in Five Minutes & Kindly Join the Wedding

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @g0dspeeed @cassietrn @cloudofbutterflies92 @la-grosse-patate @nightbloodbix @onehornedbeast and @inafieldofdaisies

Tagging @strafethesesinners @direwombat @strangefable @softtidesworld @afarcryfrommymain @henbased @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @skoll-sun-eater @minilev @derelictheretic @aceghosts @shellibisshe @shallow-gravy @wrathfulrook @florbelles @purplehairsecretlair @turbo-virgins @yokobai and @red-nightskies

Got a Ship from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, a friendship from The UnTitledverse and a wedding from Far Cry The Silver Chronicles. After this, I should be all caught up in what I've missed, and then I can make my new Pinned Intro Post. Anyway, you can find the stuff and templates below the cut:

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#series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout #oc: ortega “ore” brantley #fallout new vegas #courier six #the courier #oc: ryder #fc: halle berry #ship: ortega “ore” brantley x ryder #the untitledverse #the perfect storm saga #oc: calvin darling #fc: laurence fishburne #oc: mario emmet #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #wip: old dusk #junior deputy #oc: silva omar #fc: mina el hammani #faith seed #fc: kenz lawren #otp: boa lurking in the bliss #ship: silva omar x faith seed #if you're curious who wrote the red “second” on this it would belong azriel #as this would be silva and faith's second wedding because they had their first in the bunker and azriel was both their only attendant #and their temporary officiate of their marriage #second wedding only happened because people were bummed they missed out on it and this time jerome got to officiate the marriage

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silverapplestock · 8 months

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

#far cry 5 #my art #fc5 #commissions #commission #far cry #far cry new dawn #jacob seed x oc #jacob seed #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed x female deputy #joseph seed #john seed #faith seed #seed bros #fanart #far cry 5 fanart #jacob seed fanart

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ashinreverse · 2 days

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Ignore his tattoos pls & ty gaiz 🫶🏼

#john seed #far cry 5 #john seed x oc #far cry oc #oc art #ocs #john seed fanart #joseph seed #faith seed #far cry new dawn #jacob seed #beren saat #i love using beren as a faceclaim for my ocs #i cant draw tattoos

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wrathfulrook · 1 year

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Oh the Bliss

Pairing: Female Deputy (Patience Ekner) x Faith Seed

Rating: E

Warnings: Dubcon at best, since Faith loves to use her Bliss :)

Word count: 2k

Summary: Faith decides the deputy would make the perfect Angel for her, and decides to take her for test run.

Read on ao3 here.

Faith circled the blissed-out deputy, hungry eyes meeting blank ones. She didn’t know or care what the deputy was thinking, seeing. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was how well she took to the drug. And, god, did she take to it. She would make a perfect Angel.

All Joseph had said was that the deputy was to be kept alive and made to join the flock. Still, she knew he’d prefer she not be an Angel. Jacob was training her to join the ranks of his Chosen. John wanted her to confess, to join the devoted through him. And although Joseph would almost certainly prefer one of those options, Faith felt confident she could get away with elevating the deputy. She was Joseph’s beloved baby sister, succeeding where all other Faiths had failed. She’d perfected the bliss formula, finished the Path, and even erected his monument. Yes, her leash was long and she knew it.

And it was easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

Besides, the deputy wouldn’t be just any Angel. She’d be special. Always by her side. Joseph may even like that, how she could serve as a symbol to the Resistance. A fallen hero, elevated to Faith’s favorite Angel. She shivered in pleasure at the idea.

Still twirling around the sedate deputy, she hummed her tune, keeping her calm and lost in the Bliss. She let her fingers wander, traipsing over her still form as she moved. Finally stopping in front of the woman, she raised one small hand to the band holding her braided hair back, and let it loose, fluffing it over her shoulders. She ran her fingers through it, admiring its length and its silky texture. It was a beautiful blonde, just darker than hers. She’d let her keep her hair, she decided. After all, Angels were shaved for hygienic purposes, to keep their hair from matting as they labored in the dirt. But the deputy was going to be her special Angel, and her hair was just so attractive. She’d keep it.

“Would you like that?” she asked in her lilting voice, despite the fact she hadn’t voiced her previous thoughts aloud.

Even so, the deputy hummed an affirmative, and Faith smiled brightly. She was so good, so pliant. She’d be such an obedient Angel for her.

Faith’s small hand reached up, and she used two fingers to gently trace the deputy’s lightly parted, soft, pink lips. She pushed her lower lip down and Faith giggled at the pillowy sensation her pouty lips provided. It would be best to keep her muzzled in public, when her mouth wasn’t in use. And Faith would be sure to put it to good use.

Her core pulsed at the thought and she let out a gentle, pleased sigh at the sensation. She couldn’t wait to get her back to her gate, to begin her full transition to Angel.

Stepping back and removing her fingers, she grasped the deputy’s forearms and raised them up, above her head. She loosened her hold, but the arms stayed where she had placed them, and Faith giggled in delight.

“Good girl,” she trilled.

The deputy did not respond, still looking blindly ahead, breathing heavily.

Faith lifted the deputy’s shirt up, struggling to remove it from the slightly taller woman. But the deputy did not fight her, and she eventually pulled it free. She lowered the deputy’s arms before circling her to unclip her bra, letting it fall onto the grass below. She stepped back to admire the smooth, milky white skin, stretched over lithe muscle. The deputy was decorated with freckles, even where her shirt hid her from the sun. Beautiful.

Flitting back to the front of her, Faith smiled at what she saw. A gorgeous chest. She brought a single hand up to lift one of her breasts, inspecting the soft, warm mound, admiring its weight on her palm. A large chest, but not too large, she thought as she let gravity take it, watching it bounce and settle. Fun to look at, to touch, but not yet sagging under its own weight. Perfect. She used a single finger to swirl around the pert, pink nipple, watching in fascination as it pebbled under the stimulation. She was so responsive. It was hardly a trait required of the average Angel, but for what she had in mind for this one… She smiled.

Humming her tune once again, her small hands trailed down either side of the deputy’s torso, causing goose flesh to form in their wake. She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped the deputy’s jeans, pushing them slowly down her long legs and her letting her cheek brush across the soft, cool skin as she moved. She felt her own expression turn into a pout as she struggled to remove the jeans and boots. Once the deputy was an Angel, she’d keep her in stretch pants, or in a dress. Something easy to work around or remove.

The deputy stepped out of her shoes and pants when asked, still in her own world, but just as open to suggestion as Faith could want. She swayed on her feet but didn’t lose her balance, thankfully. After all, Faith wanted her Angel to be able to move when ordered to. Standing before the Herald of the Henbane in nothing but a pair of black panties, expression completely blank, the deputy had never looked more beautiful, helpless, or pathetic.

“Lie back, now,” Faith told the deputy, guiding her by her shoulders. The deputy obeyed, letting herself be led to the ground. “Good.”

Kneeling between the deputy’s bent and spread legs, the Herald pulled the underwear down her long, pale legs, finally leaving her bare. Eyeing the prone woman in the grass before her, Faith couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of her. What a glorious sight. The deputy, leader of the resistance, thorn in her side, malleable and open before her.

Her long hair splayed out across the grass. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, half lidded. Her lips remained slack and parted. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took while her fingers absently moved through the grasses and flowers surrounding her.

Still smiling, Faith ran her fingertips through the neat, dark curls on the deputy’s mound and asked, “Are you ready for your new life to begin, Deputy?”

The deputy, rendered agreeable and stupid from the Bliss, nodded lazily.

“Good girl,” Faith praised her again, resisting the sudden urge to grope at the helpless body before her. Instead, she rose to her feet, humming once more, and circled around to the deputy’s head. The woman’s glazed eyes looked directly up at her, and a small smile tugged at the slackness of her face. This drug was truly a miracle.

With that thought, Faith sunk onto the face waiting below her, holding the skirt of her dress out of the way. Her knees straddling the head beneath her and gazing down at the nude form laid out in front of her, she rested her weight on the dry grass and soft blonde tresses while she moved her hips, adjusting her position until she rested on the deputy’s plush, pink lips.

She sighed contentedly as she settled, but gasped suddenly when the deputy’s mouth started working on her. She hadn’t even needed to be told. So, so good. She couldn’t wait to take her back to her gate, fully elevate her. If she was this pliant now, Faith could hardly imagine how well she’d do as a full Angel. Her special Angel.

Dropping her skirt in favor of reaching for the exposed breasts before her, the deputy was now fully encased by the other woman. Right where she belonged. She firmly squeezed one of the pillowy globes while lightly tugging on the nipple of the other. The mouth below her worked harder in response, tongue excitedly laving over her lower lips.

Faith hummed as she played with the body in front of her. It was like a game. See which buttons she could push, which levers she could pull, to get specific responses. It wasn’t long at all before the deputy was whining pitifully into her, and Faith relished the sensation. The deputy’s ignored pussy was desperately humping the air, much to her delight. She leaned forward and lightly stroked the wet, leaking hole before harshly pinching her clit. The deputy yelped, but continued furiously working at Faith’s own clit, licking, kissing, and sucking.

With a thoughtful tilt of her head, Faith rested her full weight on the eagerly working face below her. She let out a satisfied, lilting sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh when she felt the deputy’s forehead supporting her cheeks and her nose practically buried between them. Her lips and tongue moved a bit slower, now that there was more weight to push on them, but she more than made up for any lack with her enthusiasm.

Faith watched in thoughtful fascination as the deputy’s form squirmed and writhed pathetically, desperate for some sort of relief. She did not provide any, instead bringing her fingers up to stroke and squeeze her own breasts through the white lace of her signature dress. She gently gyrated her hips and simply enjoyed herself.

Soon, the deputy began to lose steam, almost- but not entirely- abandoning her faithful ministrations in favor of gulping breaths. With Faith’s full weight pushing down on her, her flesh sealing her in, she couldn’t take in any oxygen.

Faith’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head at the sensation of the gentle suction on her most sensitive parts created by the deputy’s insignificant attempts at gasping for air. She moaned aloud as the woman’s torso began to weakly buck and spasm with the diaphragm’s desperate need to pull breath. But she stayed put, underneath Faith. The deputy, the rogue terror of the county and threat to her reign in the Henbane, obediently letting herself struggle and suffocate under her pussy.

With that thought, Faith came violently, convulsing with the force of it, letting out a guttural moan that was almost a yell. She ground herself down, hard, onto the deputy’s face and she rode out the incredible orgasm, only resting once her core was just barely pulsing with the aftershocks of it.

She let herself take a few deep steadying breaths before rolling herself onto the ground, having just enough wherewithal not to kill her new plaything. Her future Angel gasped loudly and desperately, like a fish out of water, and Faith imagined she’d have to spend some time on breath training her.

Finally feeling calm and recovered from her intense orgasm, she sat up and leaned back on her hands, taking in the sight of a truly spent deputy. She still lied where Faith had placed her, and her eyes were still unfocused. But she was flushed from exertion and her face was a wet mess, enough so that Faith realized she must have squirted over the desperate woman as she came.

The deputy, still blissed-out beyond coherence, was gently rocking her hips again, needing a release of her own.

Faith pouted and lightly scolded her, “None of that. Stop now.”

She ceased the movement of her hips, but Faith could still see her hole fluttering uselessly. Fine. Keeping her special Angel in a constant state of arousal would probably be helpful, actually. But it wasn’t her job to cum. It would be her job to make Faith cum. A job she certainly seemed well-suited for.

Faith smiled lightly once more as she rose to her feet. She reached for the deputy’s hand and pulled her up. She did not wipe the deputy’s face and she did not offer her the abandoned clothes littering the field’s floor. She simply took her hand and began walking off in the direction of her gate, humming her tune anew. Angels did love music, after all.

And the deputy would be the perfect Angel.

Read the sequel here!

#my stuff #faith seed x deputy #faith seed x female deputy #faith seed x patience ekner #faith seed fic #faith seed #oc: patience ekner #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fic #fc5 #fc5 fic #the whistling beaver voicemail

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strangefable · 1 year

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For the Far Cry 5 Secret Santa graciously run by @natesofrellis, here is my gift for @eur0paa-2 featuring their OC, Turing, and Faith. <3 Two parts: a moodboard (full size), and a small fic beneath the cut. Happy Holidays! I hope I did them justice <3 <3

Characters: Faith Seed and Turing Rating: T to M, nothing too spicy, just a little lead up toward implied spiciness Warnings/Tags: mild injury and blood mention, wound cleaning, hurt/comfort, kissing Wordcount: 522

Faith clucked her tongue as she gazed down at Turing standing before her. She held out her hand with a gentle smile. "What have you done this time?" Her voice lilted with scolding and playfulness.

Turing ducked her head as she held out her hands. They were bloody, raw, scratched. Her face had scratches and bruises as well. "They fought dirty." Her features bunched tightly as she offered her defense.

Faith gave a soft giggle. "You showed them, hmm? Come, sit. I'll take care of you." She led Turing to a chair.

Turing's heart sped up and her legs wobbled just slightly as she shuffled forward to obey. She sat, then risked a glance up to Faith.

She smiled down at her, beatific and sweet, but her eyes were sharp and quick. She glanced away to gather supplies, then turned back with an alcohol swab. She moved slowly over Turing's hands, wiping them clean.

Turing sucked air between her teeth each time the alcohol slid over the open cuts. She refused to make any other concessions to her pain.

Faith began to hum as she washed away the blood and grime from Turing's hands. Then she withdrew a fresh swab and began on Turing's face.

Turing flinched with a soft sound as the alcohol grazed the deep cut below her eye. Faith paused and brought her other hand up to wipe her thumb across the cut, smoothing away the sting.

As she continued to wash the injuries, Turing let out a small sigh, barely audible below Faith's continued humming. Turing closed her eyes and focused on keeping her breathing steady, despite the pace of heart throbbing in her chest.

Faith's hands were gentle and sure, cleaning and applying a salve, cool and soothing to Turing's skin. Next, she bandaged Turing's hands with thick, white gauze. She squeezed them gently. "There, all patched up." She smiled and tilted her head to one side, but Turing had bowed her head again and wouldn't look up.

Faith huffed and let go of Turing's hands. She cupped Turing's chin and nudged upward. Turing allowed herself to be guided. Faith's eyes sparkled in the candlelight as she leaned forward.

Her lips brushed the tip of Turing's nose. "Such a fierce warrior," she murmured. "Let me take care of you, just this once…" She bent and pressed her mouth closer, capturing Turing's with a sudden hunger.

She gasped. She hesitated.

She leaned forward into Faith's kiss, her bandaged hands clumsily reaching around the soft lace of her dress.

Faith giggled against Turing's lips. She nipped at her playfully, then dove her tongue deeper into Turing's mouth with a satisfied purr.

Turing let out a soft moan in reply, giving way to Faith's lead, but hungry and eager to respond.

Faith's hands pushed Turing's jacket from her shoulders and down her arms. She pulled back and grinned. "Can you stay tonight?"

Turing took a moment to catch her breath. She nodded slowly.

Faith caressed her cheeks with her fingers, brushing over bruises and cuts once more. "Good." She pressed her lips against Turing's throat. "Then we'll have all night."

#fc5 #far cry 5 #faith seed #oc: turing #faith seed x female oc #far cry 5 secret santa #fablemade moodboard #strangefable writes #the details are hard to see with how tumblr resizes images #hopefully the direct link works to see the full size #happy christmas #happy holidays #tis the season #<3 <3

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WIP Whenever | Tagged by @cassietrn @kyber-infinitygems @simplegenius042 @simonxriley @nightbloodbix and @wrathfulrook

I've been quite busy with a final presentation for one of my classes (a minute of silence for my sleep schedule becoming messed up as result), so I'm slowly getting back into things when it comes to my WIPs. Stopping by this weekend with a little edit for Faith and Leslie I've been meaning to share, as well as dropping an audio I thought was neat as reference for Faith and their story. <3

Tagging, @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @theelderhazelnut @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @corvosattano @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @direwombat @macs-babies @marivenah @voidika @purplehairsecretlair @dumbassdep @la-grosse-patate @finding-comfort-in-rain @unholymilf @g0dspeeed @trench-rot @onehornedbeast @thesingularityseries @carlosoliveiraa @cloudofbutterflies92 @shellibisshe and anyone with something to share <3

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Far Cry 5: Reunited: Part Two

(Mara sits at the kitchen counter and sends a text to Rachel. She doesn’t get a reply and she sighs. She looks out of the window, it’s beginning to get dark now. Joseph and John have been gone for over four hours. She figures that they are catching up with Jacob and probably getting drunk together. She sighs. There is a knock at the door. She walks through the lounge and opens the front door. Joseph and John are stood there but she doesn’t see Jacob.).

Mara: Didn’t find him then?

Joseph: No.

John: We checked the local store and we went round all the bars. No sign.

(Mara sighs.).

Mara: Damnit Jake.

Joseph: Does he often do this?

Mara: Do what?

Joseph: Disappear?

Mara: He has done a few times. Not for a while though. Not for this long. He’s usually at the bar.

John: Well he isn’t.

Mara: Well maybe he’s taken off somewhere else. Have you checked the woods?

John: The woods?

Mara: Yeah. I found him in there once.

(John frowns.).

John: Why don’t you just call him and ask him where he is?

Mara: He doesn’t have a phone.

John: Of course not.

Mara: I bought him one but he never uses it. He’s not a fan of technology. He’ll come back.

John: You don’t sound too sure.

(She shrugs.).

Mara: Where are you staying?

John: No idea. We’ve driven out here from Atlanta.

Mara: Atlanta?

John: Yes. It’s where I’ve been living.

(Mara is looking down the road hoping to catch a glimpse of Jacob’s truck but the road is empty.).

Mara: Where’s your car then?

John: Just back there.

Mara: Hm.

(She sighs.).

Mara: You want to come in for a coffee?

John: I thought you’d never ask.

Mara: You can go sit in your car if you want.

Joseph: Coffee would be good thank you.

(Mara steps back and they go inside. She shuts the door behind them and goes to the kitchen.).

Mara: I’m sure he’ll be back soon.

(Joseph and John have stopped dead. Sat on the floor in the lounge playing with some cars is a small boy with red hair. The boy looks up at them as they walk in then goes back to playing with his cars.).

Mara: How do you take it?

John: Three sugars no milk.

Joseph: No sugar and just a little milk please.

(She makes the drinks and sets them down on the counter before sitting down. Joseph and John join her and sit staring at her. Joseph keeps looking at the little boy sat on the carpet in the next room. Mara looks at the clock.).

Mara: It’s getting late. I thought he’d be back by now.

(It’s nearing 9pm.).

John: Aren’t you going to put the little one to bed?

(She narrows her eyes again.).

Mara: No. Why, think it’s too late for him to be up? I’m sick of people commenting on my parenting like it’s anything to do with them.

John: I wasn’t.

Mara: Good.

John: Why are you so defensive?

Mara: I’m not. I’m just sick of people butting their noses in. Already had the neighbours sending child services round.

John: Really?

Mara: Bunch of no good busy bodies.

(She takes a sip of her coffee.).

Mara: He’s gotta have his bath first. He won’t want to go to bed anyway. Not until his dads home. I think he worries about him. They pick up on things kids.

Joseph: How old is he?

Mara: Three.

Joseph: What’s his name?

Mara: Gabriel.

Joseph: Gabriel.

John: He looks just like him.

Mara: Yeah.

(The landline suddenly rings and Mara gets up and answers it.).

Mara: Yes? What?

(Joseph turns to John.).

John: What? I didn’t mean anything by it.

Joseph: This is Jacob’s family. We must not judge them brother.

John: I wasn’t.

Mara: He did what? Godsake. Yeah well you can bet your ass that prick started it! Oh I will don’t worry. You stupid pricks you know he’s had problems. How am I meant to do that? Oh you must really love your job eh? Locking people up for defending themselves. Just because you don’t like them! Yes I will. Have you arrested Lonny have you? The drunk lout! He’s always making trouble but I guess you can get away with anything when your father is friends with the mayor eh? You just blame it on my husband instead!

(She hangs up and sighs. Gabriel is staring into the kitchen. Joseph smiles at him but the boy doesn’t smile back.).

John: Who was that?

(She sits back down at the counter.).

Mara: The police. Jacob’s been arrested.

John: Arrested?

Mara: Yes.

(Joseph looks at Gabriel, he is still sat there just staring into the kitchen.).

Joseph: What have they arrested him for?

Mara: Assault. It’s bullshit. Jacob doesn’t start fights. He usually ends them don’t get me wrong. He was probably just sat having a quiet drink on his own and that prick Lonny started on him. He’s done it before. He’s the thug.

John: Well don’t worry. I’m a lawyer.

Mara: Oh you are?

John: Yes. We’ll have him out in no time.

Mara: It was just a drunken bar fight. He’ll be back by tomorrow. They didn’t charge him last time.

Joseph: This has happened before?

Mara: Yes. It’s always Lonny that starts it. He even came up to the house once. Yelling that Jacob was a psycho. Ha! If only they knew.

John: What does that mean?

Mara: He served in the army. He saw many things. I don’t even think he’s told me everything. How can he? They just don’t understand the horrors he’s had to face. For his country, for them. Some people just have no respect. It all started at their fourth of July party. The fireworks they set him off. The bangs you know? He started yelling and he ran into the woods. I found him hiding in the bushes. Lonny and his friends all thought it was funny. They started calling him Old Mad Seed.

(Joseph sucks in a breath.).

Mara: Jacob heard them and he went mental. Gave Lonny a split lip. He’s never usually one for violence and he rarely loses his temper so it shocked me. He told me afterwards that everyone used to call his dad that. He hated his father.

Joseph: He wasn’t a very nice man.

Mara: So I’ve heard. Anyway after that one of our neighbours had a party for one of their daughters. This was a year later. Lonny was there with his wife, he’s a bit of a drinker Lonny. He can get nasty when he’s drunk too. There was some altercation between him and another neighbour and Jacob stepped in and broke it up. He told Lonny to go home. I don’t quite know what happened next, I was sat on the patio so I don’t know what was said but Lonny and another neighbour suddenly started punching Jacob calling him a psycho. It turned into a bit of a brawl and other neighbours and their friends had to break it up. I asked them what had happened afterwards and they told me that Jacob was saying things like they should have put Lonny on the barbecue coz he’s just a useless lump of meat anyway. Then he apparently said that he’d eaten human before and it wasn’t half bad.

(John’s mouth has dropped open.).

Mara: So yeah. Now whenever Lonny sees him he just has to start. I’m guessing that’s what happened tonight. Lonny lives at the bar.

John: Okay.

Mara: He didn’t start that fight tonight. He rarely gets drunk and when he does he just sits there quietly then stumbles into bed or falls asleep on the sofa.

Joseph: I believe you.

Mara: I don’t care if you believe me or not.

John: Well I think we should go to the police station.

Joseph: Yes.

John: Do you know where it is they’ve taken him?

Mara: Silver Creek station. It’s just opposite the post office. Back down the road and turn right. Keep heading towards town.

John: Right. You coming?

Mara: I would love to but I need to stay here and get little man sorted. Rachel’s stormed off so...

John: She usually do that?

Mara: Yeah. She’s difficult at the best of times.

John: Is she your daughter?

Mara: You cheeky...How old do you think I fucking am? She’s my sister.

Joseph: She has problems?

Mara: It’s none of your business.

John: Can’t you leave him with a neighbour or a friend?

Mara: Don’t have any. The neighbours all think we’re scum. I wouldn’t leave my son with them anyway and it’s too late to be taking him out now. Besides I wouldn’t want him to see his father in a jail cell. Boy don’t need that shit.

(Mara gets up and puts her mug in the sink. She then goes into the lounge.).

Mara: Come on little man bath time.

(Joseph watches as Gabriel puts down his cars and stands up. Mara lifts him up and carries him back to the kitchen. She opens a drawer and takes out a pen and paper. She writes something down then hands the paper to Joseph.).

Mara: That’s our landline number. Give me a call once you get there would yah? Tell him I’m not mad.

Joseph: We will.

(Joseph and John stand up.).

Mara: I’ll make up the guest bedroom.

Joseph: You don’t have to do that.

Mara: Well you gotta sleep somewhere. Unless you want to get Jacob’s tent and camp out on the lawn.

John: The guest bedroom will be fine thanks.

Joseph: Thank you.

Mara: Don’t expect a happy reunion will you? He’s probably different than the brother you remember.

Joseph: I understand. We are all different now. What matters is that we are back together.

(Mara walks down the hall and Joseph and John leave.).

(Joseph and John have been waiting for over twenty minutes.).

John: I can’t believe she didn’t come down here with us. She’s meant to be his wife.

Joseph: John she has a small child. Did you really expect her to drag him down here to a police station at this time of night?

John: Well...Yes. She should have come no matter what. He’s her husband.

(Joseph sighs.).

John: She could have left the kid with a neighbour.

Joseph: The neighbours do not seem to like them. You heard what she said.

John: Hm. I can understand why.

(Joseph shoots John a look.).

John: Oh don’t look at me like that. You’ve met the woman. She’s...I don’t know. A hard faced cow.

Joseph: I have told you already John we must not judge. She has let us into her home when we are complete strangers and from the sounds of it she is letting us stay.

John: Hm.

(John folds his arms then sighs.).

John: I just don’t get her. I mean she could be happier that her husband’s brothers have found him. That he’s found his family. She seems like she couldn’t care less.

Joseph: What did you expect John? How did you want her to react when we suddenly turned up on her doorstep?

John: I don’t know. But...I don’t know.

Joseph: It’s going to take time John. Time. We cannot expect to just waltz into other people’s lives so seamlessly. Even the life of our brother. We must get to know each other again and get to know his family.

John: Hm.

(John sighs.).

John: Oh this is ridiculous we’ve been waiting nearly half an hour now. Excuse me.

(He walks back up to the desk.).

John: We want to see our brother now.

Woman: I have told the Sheriff you are here.

John: Well why are we still waiting?

Woman: Sir please just take a seat.

(John sighs. Joseph pats his arm. They wait another ten minutes before the Sheriff walks in.).

Sheriff: Evening gentleman I’m told that Jacob Seed is your older brother?

Joseph: Yes. He is. We would like to see him please.

Sheriff: I wasn’t aware he had brothers.

Joseph: We haven’t seen each other in a very long time. We were separated when we were children you see. We’ve been searching for him for many years.

Sheriff: That so?

John: Yes it is so. Now can we see him please?

Sheriff: I’m afraid not.

John: What? Why not?

Sheriff: You can’t just walk in here and expect to see a prisoner. Visiting hours are between three and five pm.

John: He’s our brother, we haven’t seen him in years.

Sheriff: I understand that but-

John: No. You don’t.

Joseph: Please. We have been separated for far too long. We need to see him. If only to reassure ourselves that we have finally found him after years of searching and coming to dead ends.

Woman: Could just give them ten minutes sir. It might do Mr Seed some good. He hasn’t said anything since his arrest.

Sheriff: He’s usually a man of few words.

(The Sheriff sighs.).

John: Come on his wife is worried too. She’s stuck at home with the baby while her husband is sat in here.

Sheriff: I highly doubt Mara is worried. But fine. If you think the best way to reunite with your so called brother is through prison bars that’s up to you.

Joseph: Thank you.

(The Sheriff leads them down the hall to the cells. There are six of them altogether but only one is occupied. Joseph and John stare through the bars at the man sat on the cot. He has a crop of red hair on his head and he is wearing beaten up dirty jeans and a battered old army jacket. Around his neck are a set of dog tags and a rabbits foot. He doesn’t look up as they walk in. The Sheriff bangs on the bars with his baton.).

Sheriff: Hey Seed. You got visitors.

Joseph: Jacob?

(The man slowly turns his head and stares at Joseph and John. He frowns.).

Sheriff: Does he even know you? I ain’t got time for bullshit it’s late.

Joseph: We are his brothers. I’m Joseph and this is John. Seed.

John: Technically I’m John Duncan but-

(John falls silent at the look on Joseph’s face.).

Sheriff: Are these your brothers Seed? They say they been looking for you for years.

(The man is still staring at them.).

John: Is he...I don’t know a little...Mad?

Sheriff: Ha! Been wondering that myself.

(The man ignores the Sheriff and gets up walking over to the bars. Joseph stares at him, the name tab on his army jacket reads J. Seed.).

Jacob: Joe.

#far cry 5 #Jacob Seed #Jakey Baby #Jacobsessed #Mara Jessop #Rachel Jessop #Faith Seed #My Writing #Writing #Fanfic #fanfiction #Jacob Seed x Mara Jessop #John Seed #Joseph Seed #Reunited #Part Two #Jessop Girls #original character #Jacob Seed X OC

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Shiptober Day 14

Prompt: A Misunderstanding

Ship: Faith Seed x Piper Vasquez

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence, non-canon compliant

Words: 1, 368

Piper throws a punch before the deputy even turns around, catching the underside of his jaw on her knuckles and knocking him back with the impact. Casper is trailing behind her, not making any move to stop his infuriated little sister as she follows the deputy as he staggers back; both of her fists connecting with parts of his body as she hits him. The deputy brings his arms up to protect his face from the onslaught, confused words melding together in a broken yelp as he leans back against the tree she'd shoved him up against.

"Piper—What the fuck?" He asks when he manages to catch a glimpse of Piper's tearstained face, her brown eyes bloodshot and filled with fury.

"How fucking could you? I told you she needed help you fucking bastard!" She sobs angrily, not letting up on her punches as more tears fall from her eyes. The deputy grabs her wrists and swings her around, holding her against the tree, she snarls and jerks violently, trying to get out of his grip.

"Cas get his fucking ass off of me!" She shouts, looking over the deputy's shoulder at her brother who stays put. He shakes his head gently, blue eyes unreadable as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"You picked this fight hawk, you can finish it," He grunts and Piper scoffs in astonishment.

"Wow, okay, fuck you too, why even come with me if you're just gonna watch?" She asks, kicking the deputy's shin and managing to shove him back. He stumbles back and stops a few feet in front of Casper, glancing at him before having to dodge another flying fist.

"What the fuck is happening right now?" He asks, swatting Piper's hands and doing his best to dodge any limbs swinging at him.

"Heard on the radio you took down Faith," Casper answers, voice stern as he watches Piper uselessly try to land another hit. He could see her frustration growing each time the deputy evaded her, refusing to throw any hits back at her.

"You killed her! After everything I told you, you fucking killed her!" Piper cries and a look of realisation washes over the deputy's face. He grabs her wrists again, kicking her leg down as she tries to kick him and spins her in his arms; hooking one arm around her neck and the other pinning her arms to her sides.

"Piper, stop it—this is a misunderstanding," He stresses, voice strained with the effort of holding her still.

"Misunderstanding my ass, what is there to misunderstand? You're a fucking murderer you fucking pig fuck—fuck you!" Piper rants in anger, spit flying in the air as she swings her head back. The deputy groans as her skull smacks into his nose. Piper manages to swing her elbow back into his ribs and shove herself away from him.

He staggers back, holding his nose and holding his other hand up in between them—similar to the way one holds their hand out when facing off with an angry wolf.

"Cas could you help me man? I can explain if you give me a fucking second," The deputy asks, looking over at the other man who seems to mull over his words for a moment before letting out a tired sigh.

"Hold it Pip," He mutters, only to receive a string of cusses thrown his way as Piper descends upon the deputy again. This time before she can land a punch Casper grabs her arm and pulls her back, his larger frame making it easier to restrain her than it was for the deputy.

"Fuck off Casper! Who's side are you on?" Piper's voice is watery, anger blistering as she struggles against her brother.

"If he hasn't got anythin' worth hearin' you can go back to wailing on him," Cas grumbles, arms holding tight around her torso as she finally stops thrashing around. She lets out a shaky breath, sniffing and ducking her head as her chest heaves unevenly. The deputy straightens up and eyes her cautiously, nodding to Casper in thanks.

"If you two come back with me to Dutch's bunker you'll understand what actually happened," He says slowly, Casper's eyes squinting as he stares him down. He couldn't find anything but sincerity in the lines of his face and he moves to block Piper from his view for a moment, holding her shoulders and lifting her face to look at him.

Her face is twisted into an expression of pure anguish and he tries to wipe away the cascading tears with a gentle touch.

"We ain't got much to lose here, so let's just check it out alright? No fussin' about it,"

Piper considers his words before giving a weary nod, her fire flickering as she sags against his chest. Casper squeezes her shoulder gently, kissing the top of her hair and turning to look at the deputy over his shoulder.

"This better be good because I wasn't lying when I said i'd let her wail on you again,"

"It will be, trust me,"

Dutch's bunker feels cramped with all three of them walking through the tight hallways, the deputy leading the two siblings into Dutch's main room. The older man looks up from the radio and scrunches his face up before heaving a heavy sigh.

"Kid if you keep bringing people to hide away here i'm gonna run out of fuckin' room,"

"They're not staying, they're here to see Faith,"

"Wait—what?" Piper grabs the deputy's arm when he tries to turn around and leave the room, her brown eyes locking with his as he looks down at her. There was a faint bruise forming on the bridge of his nose and he yanks his arm back gently, his demeanour nothing but exhausted.

"I didn't kill her but we need people to think she's dead or they will try to kill her—just, stay here," He sighs and disappears around the corner, walking further into the bunker. Casper catches Piper as she wobbles in place, grabbing onto him for stability as a thousand emotions flash across her freckled face. She covers her mouth with a shaky hand as her brows knit together, her heart beating so loud she was sure Casper could hear it.

Dutch scoots past them awkwardly, muttering under his breath as he takes his leave. It was for the best that he wasn't a part of this.

Two sets of footsteps come back down the hall and Piper backs up, nearly hiding herself behind Casper as she stares at the empty doorway. And then she's there, blue eyes and messy light brown hair dull under the bunker's dim lighting; she's wearing a large baggy t-shirt and ripped jeans and Piper can see the remnants of scratches and bruises littering her arms and face. The deputy stays put as she steps into the room, Casper sending her a steely glare as he walks past her to stand with the deputy.

Piper swallows thickly, trying to ground herself as Faith watches her with uncertainty etched into her features.

"I didn't think you'd be so upset about me dying, considering…" Faith trails off as Piper's face once again scrunches up, tears welling up in her eyes. Tears well up in Faith's eyes and she purses her lips together to try and stop herself from crying, the two women at a standstill only one foot away from each other as the tension in the air coiled around them suffocatingly.

"I missed you so fucking much," Piper sobs, throwing her pride to the side for now and stepping forward; stretching her arms out to grab Faith and pull her into a tight hug. Faith wraps her arms around Piper's torso and buries her face away in her shoulder, her own sobs wracking through her as she clings to her ex lover.

"I'm sorry," Faith whimpers against Piper's shirt, digging her fingers into the faded fabric. Piper can't manage any words through her soft cries, her heart heavy as she holds Faith flush against her; revelling in the feeling of her pulse and ragged breathing. She was alive; she was alive and here and Piper was never going to let her go again.

#far cry 5 oc #Faith Seed x oc #Piper Tag #Oneshot Tag #ship: It Was Me and You Until It Wasn't #Shiptober2022 #Deputy Dean Tag #Casper Tag #I know the part where they actually get to interact is short here but these have turned into keep it under 2k words challenge #and I really like it anyway

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Chapter 2

The truck roared to life and peeled out. Whoever was driving wanted to get out of here and fast. Even if she could, she wouldn’t argue. The soft cloth seats felt like heaven beneath her. She closed her eyes and the noise faded. “Hey. Hey!” She heard someone yelling. She didn’t want to stay awake. Their voices faded out and she ignored the shake of her arm. Eventually it all faded away. She dreamed that the world was burning red.

#far cry 5 #oc: imogene hunt #john seed #joseph seed #faith seed #jacob seed #eli palmer #imogene x eli #imogene x john

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simplegenius042 · 8 months

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OC (Ships) as Tarot Card Pairs quiz

Tagged by @g0dspeeed and @josephseedismyfather to join in on this new game. Feeling much better than how I felt earlier this week too!

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @inafieldofdaisies @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @voidika @josephslittledeputy @poisonedtruth @jillvalentinesday @wrathfulrook @cassietrn and @chazz-anova + anyone else who wants to join in.

You can find the quiz here.

Mario Emmett & Charlie Emily (The UnTitledverse)

Ace of Cups + 10 of Cups

your romance is the love story that seems only possible in movies. it starts from a youthful first meeting, innocent. and from what may seem like a lifetime later, you both end up happily in union, perhaps even married! your coupling is the epitome of emotional fulfillment and devotion. neither of you thought you'd end up here, but damn if you aren't glad you did. deck: thelema tarot.

Silva Omar & Faith Seed (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

Two of Cups + The Star

your romance is a wish granted. finally, finally, they're here. finally, it's here! the time where you don't have to feel lonely anymore - you'll never feel that way ever again. laughter, joy, sweetness, kisses - be at ease. all of these are things you have found someone to share with. your love is a dreamy fantasy of love and devotion and miracles. at first, your chest gets too tight when they're around - until they become as natural as the air in your lungs. deck: ethereal visions tarot.

Sonya & Jennifer

The Lovers + The Tower

meeting this person shook your whole world. crumbling down is everything you thought you knew about life and love. their warmth, their generosity, their naivete, their knowing…! you don't know how anything made sense before them. all you know is that nothing will make sense afterwards. deck: the tarot of the divine by yoshi yoshitani.

#oc quiz #ship quiz #the untitledverse #charlie emily x mario emmett #far cry the silver chronicles #otp: boa lurking in the bliss #silva omar x faith seed #life despair & monsters #sonya x jennifer

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Okay! Let’s do this! Funny thing you should know about Silva and Faith; they’ve had two weddings. One in Silva’s Bunker with Azriel during the seven years and the other to satisfy all the friends and family who missed out on the first time.

8. Was there any drama whatsoever regarding the guest list?

First wedding they didn’t have that problem. It was just Silva, Faith and Azriel in the bunker. Second wedding (which takes place in the New Dawn arc) though… the only one I think they both would have discussed heavily about would be Joseph. While he definitely has stepped down from his role as prophet and is working to fix his mistakes, I do believe Silva still doesn’t trust him, or particularly like him. A lot of what he did was too close to some of the things her biological father, Adam, did to her and her loved ones (I will argue that Joseph is a better man than Adam though), and she likely isn’t ready to forgive him, unlike his brothers. Faith would also be conflicted, mostly because while Joseph is the man who helped her find a new identity, purpose and family (albeit, an identity and purpose that were previously others, and back then the only family member who really cared about her was Joseph, as John didn’t like her and Jacob didn’t care about her at the time), she also became very disillusioned towards Joseph when he made the poor decision of listening to Adam of all people (though to be fair, despite Adam’s clear-as-day flaws he is an extremely talented liar and manipulator) during the Reaping, and didn’t protect her from the older prophet when Adam decided he wanted her gone. There was also the discussion about how John and Jacob would take Joseph’s exclusion, as unlike Joseph, Silva and even Faith reconciled and grew bonds with the two brothers (though Faith is closer to John than Jacob), and while the relationship isn’t how it was before, the brothers still do care about Joseph.

So yeah, that’s the only drama I can think of regarding the guest list. For anyone on the Resistance side, I don’t think anyone of them would have drama as it’s been nearly two decades since the war and a lot of reconciliation has happened since then. I think the likes of Tammy and Jess would have excluded themselves (either not wanting to be in the same vicinity of a Seed or because they’re still dealing with their own problems and don’t want to bring down the mood) and maybe Rush and Gina as well (given they don’t have a personal connection to the wedded).

17. Show us their vows. Did either of them tear up at them?

I hadn’t got the time to write or think much about their vows actually, but the general gist is that Silva’s would likely be a deeply emotional insight on Faith’s meaning to her and the promise of being as good as she can be for her, while Faith’s would be more Silva being a light she didn’t realise she needed, with an emotional insight but has a air of charm and humour to it just to get a rare giggle out of Silva, and the promise that she will be by Silva’s side indefinitely. And yes, both did tear up the first time they said their vows to each other, and was still as effective the second time.

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Here's a little preview of two of my whumptober prompts:

Whumptober Day Two: Blythe Paige x Faith Seed

‘Then explain it to me better.’ Lights still floated in Blythe’s vision and the edges were doubling slightly, but she could still see Faith’s sad smile, and eyes full of that same pity she had whenever they spoke. Even now, after everything, Faith still seemed to care. Or at least cared about what Blythe planned on doing with her.

‘Always asking so many questions, still running around for everyone else.’ Faith moved closer.

‘Joseph believes he’s our saviour, but you’ll be the one who decides what happens.’ Faith then opens her mouth again but no words come out, only her tongue moves, as if testing a painful ache and it makes Blythe grimace. She didn’t want to hurt her, never wanted to be the one to cause her pain, but she couldn’t just stop trying to help people. Faith was doing terrible things and she knew she should be angrier, vengeful even, but it was hard to reconcile the many images Blythe had of her: large smiles, ringing laughter, hard eyes, welcome to the Bliss, gentle fingers, soft hair, if violence is the only language you speak, screaming Angels, withdrawn stance, writhing hopes, I’m so glad you came. Faith, Rachel, Faith, Rachel, Faith.

Faith.

The path to Eden is clear—

Faith.

‘You were the start,’ she reached out towards her, almost pleading, and Blythe lifted her hand so she could take it. Faith didn’t squeeze but her grip was firm, ‘you’ll be the end.’

Whumptober Day Three: Grace Seed & GN! Deputy Rook

She should have listened to Joseph. He was right, he was always right.

He had told Grace that if she held onto her vanity, her pride, that it would feast on her content until there was nothing left of her but destroyed dreams and shattered promises.

And now she was stumbling towards the small chapel in the Henbane, her broken heels catching on the dirt path, her face bleeding and beaten from the fight she had just stumbled away from. The one where in the end, she had been chased down and cornered like an animal.

She had never felt more devastated at being wrong.

There was movement behind her, and the hunched over Grace looked back at the Deputy that had now stood up. They didn’t move to attack, just watched, and that made this all the more terrible to her. Grace wanted to get angry, to scream and provoke them, then at least this wouldn’t feel so final, like there was nothing else left of her worth their energy.

‘Joseph spoke to me so often about you, ya know.’ She coughed, blood-stained hands pressing into her stomach around the knife protruding from it. Another mistake of her pride, she had felt so triumphant when she’d managed to get on top of them in their scuffle. She had felt the taste of victory. That moment of pride was all the Deputy had needed to plunge their knife into her stomach and unmake her.

‘I found it so hard to believe him, I mean, one person against everything we’d built.’ One of Grace’s hands shot out to catch the door frame of the chapel to steady herself, the movement causing some more blood to seep out and stain her white top. All the previous wrath from the Deputies face had vanished, they just followed behind her as she staggered inside the chapel.

‘But I was wrong…I am always wrong.’

#blythe paige x faith seed #blythe paige #grace seed #deputy rook #far cry 5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 #fc5 #wip whenever #tag meme #my writing

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