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The Cabin (Joseph Seed x Reader)

Chapter 3

Joseph

 Another day of success for Eden's Gate despite the deputy getting involved and loss of his brothers.  He missed their company desperately and grieved every day missing their daily conversations.  Their family had always been a broken one.  Damaged and hurt by the people who should have protected them and when they were separated he had felt their loss keenly and spent years trying to reclaim his brothers.  Just when Eden's Gate was becoming prosperous and the family was reunited, the white horse had brought with him the calamity he had feared.

 Yet upon meeting you face to face away from any imminent danger he found you thoughtful, amusing and attractive.  Small gestures like your smirk or the way you but your lip in concentration garnered his whole attention.  He thought often on the conversations you shared and hoped that with time he could bring you over to his side and help you to see the bigger picture.  From experience he knew you were looking for something more by the way you accepted his presence and company.  But time was running out and he we was losing ground to the resistance and his children were dying.  However, against all reason you occupied his thoughts with growing frequency.  Even during his sermons he thought of you sitting amongst his children and watching him enraptured.  Lust was a sin he was familiar with, and the first night he dreamed of you he easily was tempted to sin again.  Your voice in pleasure still haunted his mind as he brought himself to completion.  Shame burned within him as he confessed in silent prayer.

 "Love me Joseph" you called for him with the voice like a siren.  "I want you, I need you."

 He tried to resist temptation.  He tried to fight and push you away but you were always there until he fought no longer and gave in seeking your imagined warmth.  You always smiled for him welcoming him with open arms and affection.  He imagines your lips are soft and sweet as you kissed him with need wrapping your arms around his neck.  You took your time savouring his touch as he allowed his hands to roam and caress your sides and cupped your breasts.  He never knew when you both would become naked but your heat pressed against his own and encouraged his passion.

 "Beautiful...my angel...my reward..." he groaned in quiet praise as he trailed kisses down your body.  "My salvation." he added feeling hope in the smile you returned.  "All mine."

 "All yours."

 Time would hold no meaning as you made love, all that mattered was that you were together moving as one.  He had never felt so complete as to when he did in your embrace and he brought sweet rapture to your lips.

 "I love you Joseph," you cooed in your ethereal voice.  "Complete me.  Take me with you to Eden's gate."

 You both reached your peak together, fingers entwined as he pressed deep inside you filling you with his essence.  You held him close so that could hear the deep sound of your heartbeat that gradually became clearer.  Then he heard the voice.

 Joseph awoke again heart racing and body unsatisfied.  But it was not the thought of your touch that caused his heart to race but the fact the voice had spoken to him again.  In his joy and contentment it showed him purpose, showed him his reward for perseverance and he felt renewed.  He saw the path you both would walk together.  There would be pain, suffering and vindication but...but...if the voice was truthful as it had been his entire life then he knew.

 You were destined for each other.  For the first time since the loss of his brothers, he genuinely smiled.

 The Deputy

 Hunkered down in one of the cells in the Jailhouse, you took the opportunity to unwind.  Boomer was curled against your side on the small, uncomfortable cell bed.  Ideally, you wanted Cheeseburger as well but Sheriff Whitehorse had insisted it wasn't a good idea.  You had protested until you were blue in the face.  He wouldn't change his mind.  Cheeseburger was a sweetheart and one of three creatures that kept you sane.  Stroking Boomer's head you picked your brains for something to do.  Your ipod and power banks were on charge and the rest of the building was asleep.  

 Then you remembered your promise.

 Rummaging through your bag you pulled out the copy of the Book of Joseph he had given to you all those nights ago.  It had been a while since you relaxed so it was a perfect time to get some late night reading done.  Wrapping the cover in a fishing manual you balanced your torch on your shoulder and snuggled down to read.  Boomers soft whuff beside you bringing you comfort as you read the first words...

 "If a person had been walking down..."

 You read avidly under the yellow light of your torch.  All credit to Joseph if the Prophet thing hadn't worked out he could have had a future as a publicist with the way the words flowed like honey.  But despite the smoothness and easy flow of his writing the contents were far from sugar coated.  Joseph spoke candidly of his childhood and the pain and suffering they suffered at the hands of his father.  It locked together pieces of the puzzle that was the Seed family and the pain that had formed them into the adults they were.   Everything made so much more sense.  Jacob's anger, John's luxuries and Joseph's determination.  They were the traits that helped them survive.  

 Did it excuse them from their actions?  No, you understood the difference between empathy and responsibility.  They had committed crimes and despite their shitty upbringing they needed to be stopped.  But the world had truly failed them and the cult was their hope of the family they had been denied.  It explained Joseph's kindness, he wanted to be the Father he didn't have, to lead the family he wanted and be loved and wanted wholly.  

 You snorted rousing Boomer beside you.

 "Sorry boy, go back to sleep." you apologised scratching behind his ear.

 It was uncanny how similar you were.  You had wanted to be loved and to belong and despite coming from a relatively normal family there was an absent emotional connection where love was on their terms and conditional.  You had sought that love elsewhere and even patient partners had grown tired of your fears.  Perhaps that's why you were growing more afraid of Joseph.  He offered comfort, affection and love freely making you feel important.  It was to give in and seek more.  It was a slippery slope to becoming indoctrinated and captured.  You were walking on a tightrope and more than your soul was at risk.  What would your indulgence cost you?

 You finished the book overnight scribbling notes to challenge or seek clarification with their creator.  But the gnawing feeling in your gut returned.  You were anxious, knowing that you were compromised emotionally.   Deep down you knew you shouldn't see Joseph again lest you risk being lead astray further, but you were fascinated. 

 Curiosity killed the cat...

  Joseph

 "Father come quickly!"  The calls of his children interrupted his prayers.  Stepping out from the chapel Joseph shielded his eyes from the midday sun.

 "What is the cause of this commotion?" he asked calmly stepping past the circle of men at the gate.

 A large grizzly bear with a collar covered in cheeseburgers was ambling around the entrance to the compound.  Normally the men would have shot it but this bear was different it had a white flag attached to it and a note attached to it's collar.  

"Get me a fish or something to bait it with." he asked and a cultist ran off.  

Slowly he walked towards the bear hands raised to calm and show he wasn't a threat.  When the soldier returned with a fresh side of salmon the bear perked up and shuffled closer.  Taking no risks Joseph dropped the fish and grabbed the note as soon as the fearsome beast was distracted.

Hello Neighbour!  I've just finished a special book and would love to meet the author.  I live in a cabin in the woods that's very isolated and few know how to get to.  How about tonight?  - D.

P.S.  Please tell Cheeseburger to 'go home' he is a sweetie!

Joseph looked at the bear who was sniffing and prodding him with his nose and looked at the prophet with large amber eyes.  He smiled kindly.  "Go home Cheeseburger." he said and the bear growled and headed off back into the woods.

"Father are you alright?"

"Father?"

Joseph placated his frightened flock with grace and smiles, those gathered amazed at his fearlessness as he faced the bear that was the pet of the Deputy.  For Joseph it was all white noise.  The Deputy wished to see him again and he had a purpose.

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Chapter 2 (The Cabin)

The second time you met he sought you out again.  You had fled from the mountains after Jacob's defeat and once again returned his body to Joseph.  You had given him his own bunch of flowers and placed a slain judge with him as a guard.  Sentimental for the man who had toyed and rewired your brain, but you needed to do something that reflected the person you were as who the fuck knew what you were like now?

 Your body ached and mentally you were broken.  As the mountain began to celebrate the Whitetails had a funeral of their own to organise.  Staci, Tammy and Wheaty lead the eulogy while you kept to yourself hidden at the back of the crowd.  You could feel the bristling of their concealed anger for your actions but Tammy had asked you to attend and you would do anything for her.  As the mourners wept and stories were traded you felt alienated.  Even Staci was finding some solace in the pack mentality but you...you felt like another beast entirely.  Neither Whitetail, nor a peacekeeper.  Jacob had turned you into a weapon and deep down you knew how easy it was to surrender.  In the night air your body began to stiffen, the many cuts on your body were breaking open.  You hadn't bothered to fix them.  It was becoming hard to find the energy to bother at all.

When you saw an opportunity you walked away into the night.  The drive over to the familiar shack was loud with the sounds of your inner venomous critic taunting and teasing you as weak despite the challenges you overcame.  But that was the truth wasn't it.  You were weak, you hurt and were lost.  Perhaps it would have been best if you had been culled.

Eventually you reached your haven but instead of settling in, instead you collapsed and curled into the corner.  You left your wounds untreated.  Feeling open and raw you cried, pouring out the weeks of suffering you had been put through.  The emotional burden  was  overwhelming.  You scratched at your head feeling as if Jacob still had his claws in you.

You didn't register another's presence until you felt hands on your arms.  On reflex you lashed out and pushed the intruder down ready to bring the knife you kept nearby into their throat...until you realised it was him.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, dropping the knife.  Tears fell anew and you curled into a ball again.  "I'm sorry."

You were breaking, the strain of the last few months beginning to tear you apart.  

"Deputy." Joseph spoke low and calm.  "I'm going to turn on the lights."  You still hadn't truly registered his presence until he knelt before you again.  "You are bleeding child.  Why have you not helped yourself?"

"Why bother?  They'll be opened again or new ones made.  Maybe I deserve it?  Maybe I should just disappear?  Cull the weak."

"Those are some dark thoughts with painful answers." He sighed.  "Once again you prove to be quite contradictory but instead I wonder if you are too kind for the Resistance or for war."

"Not kind, just weak." You responded on reflex keeping your face tucked into your knees.  "I'm not good company tonight, Joseph."

"I can see, but I felt compelled to see if you would return here and I have not been lead astray.  One of my flock needs my help and like the Samaritan, kindness I will give."

You lifted your head then staring into the depths of his blue eyes.  What did you hope to find there?  Hate?  Reassurance?  In fact he looked at you almost kindly, hands held out for you to take.  It would be easy to give in just this once but how much would he take?  Joseph seemed to sense your doubt but waited patiently until you eventually gave in.  With trembling hands you took his and he helped you stand.  The strength in his lithe frame surprised you as he guided you into the small bathroom and sat you on a small stool the owner kept in there.  

"Please remove your outer clothes, I'll return with a medical kit."

You nodded feeling bashful under his gaze but did as instructed removing your tattered bloodstained clothes and panicked realising some of it would have been Jacob's.  There was no salvaging the fabric so you threw them away and hoped Joseph would not notice.  Hearing the sound of running water you sat awkwardly on the chair  aware of the faded and stained state of your underwear.  Life on the run had been harsh and despite scavenging more of what you needed it wasn't the same as your favourite lingerie that made you feel beautiful.  You felt feral.

When Joseph returned his mannerism remained unaffected by the state of your dress and placed a bowl and med kid on the sink.  He hummed gently as he wrung out a cloth and you noticed he was topless, his pristine shirt removed.  With great care he helped you to your feet and guided you to the shower.

"Joseph I can wash myself."

"With respect deputy, I doubt that a single bowl will clean the dirt and the blood.  You are covered from head to toe." he replied kindly, you decided you found his gaze comforting.  

You looked down and truly took in the sight of yourself.  Raw wounds seeped over your skin mixing with the angry red and pink scars from the plethora of wounds you had gathered since arriving at hope county.  You had also lost weight with your irregular eating schedule and containment.  You were a shadow of your former self, not that you we prideful, but you liked your appearance.  Now you looked hollow.  The tears you had held back began to fall.

"Hush, hush." Joseph comforted cupping your cheeks and pressing his forehead against your own.  "Let out the pain, let out the sorrow."   

Gently he maneuvered you under the warm spray and held you upright as the water softened the muck that choked your skin.  For a moment you closed your eyes and were swept away by the sensations of the water on your skin.  You heard Joseph move around and you squeaked at the first press of the cloth against you skin startling you from the hypnotic spray.

"You don't have to." You whispered but he smiled and continued.  You squirmed under his firm but considerate touch unused to being cared for or human contact after the many months of isolation you had faced.  Each touch of the soft cloth stole your whole attention and sent your mind into freefall as he travelled further and further down your body.

"When did you first start believing you were chosen?" You asked needing to fill the suffocating silence.

"I first heard the voice when I was a young boy and didn't understand its purpose.  It was many years before I truly understood." He explained.  "Have you not read the book of Joseph?"

"Nope, I heard it's quite popular in a local cult." You smirked but noticed how serious Joseph was.  "No, I haven't.  I'm a little afraid."

"It would please me if you read it.  I am not giving up on you despite your reticence."

"I don't think you'd be good at your job otherwise." 

Joseph chuckled as he finished cleaning your ankles and feet before handing you a new cloth.  "I'm going to change the cloth if you could do your more... personal areas unless you would like my assistance?"

"No! No... I'm fine." you blushed and waved him away.  "Could you please get some fresh clothes from my bag?"

"Just give me a moment."  Joseph replied and disappeared once more returning shortly with clean underwear.  

Finally free from Joseph's gaze, you quickly stripped down and cleaned between your legs and your breasts relishing feeling clean for the first time in days.  After turning off the shower you stepped out onto the mat carefully on shaky legs and dried yourself before redressing.  Keeping hold of the towel like a lifeline you returned to the living room and perched on the Sofa.  Joseph was busy boiling water in the kitchen humming to himself before returning to sit before you.

"Painkillers and tea." he stated honestly placing the white pills in front of you with a tall glass..  "To help with the pain as I tend to your wounds."

"Thank you." you smiled taking the medicine gratefully.

Joseph worked in silence cleaning and bandaging your wounds in silence.  He was gentle but he couldn't hide how his eyes drifted back to the scarred "Wrath" on your chest.  

"Sorry," you whispered and he paused.

"What for?" he asked.  "A sin to confess?  Or the state of your body?"

"I don't know." you replied.  "I suppose all of me is a mess." you smiled weakly.  "I didn't have many scars beforehand.  Just one on my knee when I fell onto a garden rake.  But now...god I look like something from a horror film chewed on me...in fact that one is probably from one of Jacob's judges.  Those were some tough pooches."  you added finding filling the silence easier as he worked.  "That one was from when one of John's peggies bit me.  Father Jerome had to give me a tetanus shot.  This one was from peaches when we got a bit excited playing with a ball.   I'm babbling."

"I find it interesting." he smiled reassuringly.  "especially how durable you are.  All done." 

You thanked him and grabbed another shirt from your bag that you used as a night dress.  At this point Joseph had seen nearly all of you.  

"You should rest," he said making to leave.

"Wait, Joseph!" you called.  "Do you have a spare copy of the book?  I'll take a look as you helped me."

"I do." he held out his copy as you shuffled towards him.

"This is your only one isn't it important?" you fretted knowing the danger you no doubt would soon be facing.  "I wouldn't want to risk it being damaged."

"I know you will care for it Deputy, and it is not my personal copy.  Perhaps we could discuss it later?" he asked hopefully.

"It's a date!" you smiled and accepted the book your fingers brushing by accident.

There it was again that shiver of electricity between you and the undercurrent of something more.  You held his gaze, biting your lip to prevent you spilling more secrets as his look grew heated.

"Until next time, deputy."

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The Cabin (Joseph Seed x Reader)

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Chapter 1

The first time he found you was after you had ended John's reign of terror.  Thanks to your efforts you had broken his control and liberated those trapped in the bunker.  Despite Hudson's protests you had preserved the bunker opening it to the families of the Resistance and changing the electronics and communication with the help of the local grease monkeys.  A few well placed explosives and to the Cult it looked like it had been destroyed.  Only a few knew differently.

 You hoped that the bunker would protect those who could not fight but with the news reports on the radio you feared something darker on the horizon.  Not that you could share your thoughts lest you sound like Joseph.

 The town of Hope Falls had celebrated your return with copious amounts of beer and music.  They knew there was still a long way to go but for tonight they were free.   You smiled like they expected you to and toasted to fallen comrades but you felt no joy in your actions.  You did what was needed to survive and to keep the peace.  But at a terrible personal emotional cost.  You did not mourn the loss of John and his sadistic ways instead you mourned the change you felt soul deep.  It had only taken months for you to become numb to murder.  Only a few weeks to kill on reflex and self preservation.  Yes you had protected the innocent but where was the idealistic rookie you once were?

 When the mood began to turn to more lecherous intentions you decided it was time to leave.  Scooping up a six pack of beer and restocking your ammunition you took a car and disappeared into the night.  You drove for an hour without a destination in mind and ended up finding a cabin in a decent condition far from the beaten track.  It had clearly been visited by both parties but the inside was clear of bloodstains and there were no bodies littering the lawn.  After a thorough check of the perimeter you set your pack down in the small space and fiddled with the small generator lighting up the small space.  There was a small living area linked to a kitchenette.  Off a short corridor was a bathroom and bedroom.  

 You sighed and relaxed into the couch giving yourself the space to relax.  Even with the resistance you couldn't relax knowing they wanted something from you.  Over the next hour you unpacked your bag fully for the first time in weeks placing food and rations in the mediocre fridge and sorting your ammunition into clips and scavenged Tupperware for easy storage.  Dinner was a warmed can of beans and some sausages you had bought in town and were filling as you cleaned your rifle and pistol thoroughly maintaining them and checking your bow.

 It took only a couple of hours for you to get tired of the quiet.  Thankfully your iPod had avoided most of the flying bullets and without the earphones plugged in the soft sound of your favourite artists filled the small space.  For a while you enjoyed yourself.  You showered in lukewarm water and wrote in a journal you scavenged.  It helped to log your thoughts and fears with something that couldn't judge you.  

 You were beginning to drift off to sleep when you heard the sound of a car approaching.  Pistol in hand you quickly wrapped yourself in a bulletproof vest and dimmed the lights.  Keeping low you headed to the window and peeked out.  A single figure stepped from the car but in the darkness of the deep wood you could barely make out who it was.  You weren't too deep in Peggie territory right?

 "I saw that we have a new bird in the nest and hoped I may visit and pray with the new arrival."

 Oh fucking hell.  Of all the shitty luck...  Taking a deep breath you stepped out into the night.

 "Fuck off Joseph.  There's no one here for you to save." You snapped tense once again.

 "Deputy?" He replied with a small hint of surprise.  "God works in mysterious ways leading me to you after your recent victory.  He moves us both with hands unseen."

 "Are you alone?" you queried.

 "I am, I don't always ride around with an honor guard in our land.  Besides, I did not expect it would be you."

 You sighed and holstered your weapon.  You were tired and didn't want to cause more bloodshed.  Joseph visibly relaxed seeing you didn't intend to kill him where he stood.

 "Stay or leave preacher.  I'm done fighting.  I just want to rest.  I'd appreciate if you didn't call your men here and force me to regret my choice."

 You turned your back on him and headed back inside turning the lights on once more.  A foolish choice in a way, if only you weren't so bone deep weary and tired.  Perhaps you should have picked up Boomer on the way over?  You filled the small kettle and rifled through the cupboards for any tea or coffee.  You had a feeling Joseph would not be able to walk away from an opportunity to convert you.  Sure enough, the front door creaked on it's hinges and you heard him step inside.

 "Welcome." You smiled weakly remembering your manners.  "As a sign of good faith I've put my weapons out of reach.  If you're going to stay I appreciate the same."

 "As you wish." He replied removing his pistol and leaving it by the door.  He took a seat in the armchair and carefully observed the room.

 "Do you want something to drink?  I found some tea and dry coffee or I got a couple of beers."

 "Tea please."

 You remained silent as you brewed a pot of tea and he hummed quietly to himself.  It was oddly calming and missed it when you placed the tea in front of him and opened a beer for yourself.

 "Thank you Deputy."  He smiled and you drank in silence.

 What were you meant to talk to the man about?

 "I know it's not worth much to you, but I am sorry I was forced to kill John.  If I had my way he would be in jail but at least alive.  Were you able to give him a proper funeral?"

 Joseph paused and watched you carefully numerous emotions flitting across his face.  "You were the one who prepared the body?"

 "I wrapped him and made the bouquet.  He cause a lot of pain to a lot of people but his family deserved a chance to say goodbye." you replied honestly.  

 "I thought my people had done it.  Thank you for returning him." he gritted out.  "But God will forgive me if my pain has yet to fade.  I have faith that he will guide me on the righteous path."

 Joseph continued to watch you.  You had always found his gaze intense and fought down your natural instinct to look away.  You would not be cowed by him as he worked out the enigma that was the Deputy.  You slowly sipped at your beer and returned to the book you were reading an attempt at nonchalance which was mostly a bluff.

 "Why do you continue to fight me if you abhor violence so much?"

 You sighed and bookmarked the page.  "Because I became a deputy to protect people.  Unnecessary or particularly brutal violence is being used to oppress in the county.  I use violence to protect the innocent and those who cannot defend themselves.  I'm not proud of my actions nor do I think I can ever be forgiven or return to a normal life after this.  But if I have saved even one person it'll be worth it."

 "God forgives all those who seek his forgiveness.  It sounds like you could do with a little faith."

 "That's the problem Preacher.  If I believed at all, all I would feel is anger for the suffering and pain he has caused me and countless others."

 "But-"

 "Don't!  Just... Don't.  I've heard it all before and my belief is the same."

 "Do you believe he even exists or are you truly a heathen?"

 You took a long sip of beer mulling over the idea.  "I guess I view there may be a higher power or something bigger in the universe but we just don't get along."  Joseph mirrored your sigh.  "Sorry Preacher not someone you can convert easily."

 "No but even the stubborn can be guided back to the Lord's embrace and I find myself intrigued by your challenge."  He stood and replaced the teacup.  "Thank you for the hospitality.  No one will come here after me, consider it my own peace offering."

 "Thank you Joseph.  May your God go with you." You replied implying that you wanted peace from faith but by the small smile at the corner of his mouth showed he interpreted it differently.

 And despite being your enemy, Joseph kept his word.

 It was the best rest you'd had in weeks.

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Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joseph Seed/ Female Deputy, Joseph Seed/The Deputy, Joseph Seed/ Reader Characters: mentions of other minor characters, Joseph Seed, The Rookie Deputy Additional Tags: I caved in to my sin, Canon Divergence, Peaceful discussion, The deputy is tired and needs a hug, future smut, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Resist Ending, Depression, Bathing/Washing, Hurt/Comfort, Dream Sex, Masturbation, Knifeplay, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Joseph is a fucking tease, Marking, Angst, Depressive Thoughts, suicide mention (brief and non-graphic), voyeurism kinda?, Not Getting Caught, Pregnancy, Trying For A Baby, Fluff, mentions of Joseph's childhood abuse, slow dance, Date Night, not overly detailed childbirth Summary:

After the death of John at her hands the deputy realises how far she has come and how much she has changed. Seeking refuge in an isolated cabin fate or the Lord's will (as Joseph would call it.) bring you and your enemy together. But when killing each other is off the table, something new forms between you over time.

Joseph Seed/ Female Deputy (reader insert) - snippets throughout the game with some changes to the plot.