#Yandere Jacob seed

[yanderemommabean]

God, I beg you, write something for our iconic men from far cry 5😭😭

The yandere fandom of this wonderful game is dead, and all hopes are only for you, Mommy!

What about jealousy headcons?? Or a scenario where Jacob is jealous of Stacy??? Like, Y/N and Stacy are friends and then bam! We are Jacob's woman, and Stacy... And Stacy is Jacob's dog...I can already see old, dirty and incredibly sexy jealous Jacob...

It’s very well known that Jacob has his own strange and twisted world views. What makes him jealous and what doesn't really is just a coin toss. He could be completely fine watching you be around the others as they’re covered in blood and you all share a laugh, but could be so ballistic at the sight of someone making you smile in private, or someone being patched up by you without him or someone else in the room. Now, he doesn’t care what happens as a group endeavor, packs are strong and he’s their leader, but in private?Well that's a completely different story. In private, they can see more of you than their dirty, weak, vile eyes deserve. A smile can send mixed messages to these dogs, can make them believe they deserve your time and more of it. That leads to touches, that leads to affectionate touches, that leads to him aiming his gun between their eyes and feeding their meat to the other followers as a lesson. As a group they should worship you but if they ever try without him in the room, He’ll make “the cook” look like a saint.

Staci is a relatively new follower. Trained well, or so Jacob thought. The man obeys, is brainwashed and under his control, should know his place by now. But he seems to forget who you are, and who your lover and leader is. Much too much private time, lingering behind during chores to catch up with you and talk to you. Feeding times he’s seen sitting one seat too many to you, chatting away about whatever it is that comes to mind.

Honestly, he should just string the mutt up and leave his head hanging from a rafter, but he so rarely sees you this happy without Jacob in the vicinity. Perhaps he could use this music box for more than just killing. Contrary to popular belief, you can teach an old dog new tricks, especially if you threaten their lives.

You, his sweet, dear little lamb, deserve a guard dog. One who knows how to keep you away from other unsavory, unholy followers who dare turn on their master. To keep you company, but not too much. Staci can be the one who protects you when Jacob is gone, and obey his every command to make sure you are kept safe, sound, and maybe even spoiled.

“Staci” Jacob calls, watching as you two feed the wolves and laugh about how they shake the blood filled meat around like toys. “Come with me. I need to speak with you. Alone”.

-Mommabean ((I hope this was alright! ❤️))

[donat-senpai]

Anyone else into Far Cry 5 x reader (yandere fc5)? I'd like to hear ideas. If there are still people here lol

[shalotttower]

A Heart Deceived

Title: A Heart Deceived

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Characters: Jacob Seed x Reader (female)

Summary: AU where soulmates share the same marking and Jacob doesn't have to brand you any further.

Word count: 2900+

Notes: soulmates, yandere!Jacob Seed, Reader is not the Deputy, captivity, violence, emotional manipulation, dub-con kissing, scars and injuries description: Reader has a mutilated ear and facial scars from a wolf attack and is not happy about it, a mild form of Stockholm Syndrome.

His fingers are surprisingly gentle. You don't expect it from him, the gentleness, Jacob is not kind or caring. Jacob is not warm, not nurturing, not indulgent. Yet his thumb skims across your jaw with quiet focus. Down the side of your neck, up your chin to follow the slanted line there, then it repeats the whole procedure on a different scar. They had long healed by now and turned into uneven ridges of mismatched tissue.

It hurt when the damned wolf bit you, the next day, and for many following days; the effective and precise killing machine aimed for the throat, and if you didn't twist the last moment, would have succeeded.

Jacob never punished the wolf, it was serving its purpose, while you, you were supposed to think before acting and understand the possible consequences.

The pain could be endured and later forgotten, what could not was the humiliation of lying on the dirty ground and the shiny view of Jacob's boots growing larger until they stopped in the line of your vision. A moment of painful awareness: the escape attempt which failed so abruptly and so brutally had become laughable. Jacob grabbed your hair and shook you like a disobedient puppy. "That's on you, sweetheart. Be wary of the quiet ones, they say."

Those last words sounded as if he were talking to himself, rather than anyone else.

"I warned you."

He did.

Jacob is right, not in everything, but in many things. One can try and deny it, another can scoff, but the bottom line is the same: Jacob is right in many things, and at times it's better to listen. Even despite an involuntary gagging reaction.

Your heart hammered and every single beat of it brought to the surface what you already knew — there would be no other attempts. The paleness from fear or perhaps blood loss must've shown on your face, because he let go of you and crouched down. "Pathetic."

It lacked genuine heat, disappointment, or any emotion. Being disappointed would mean that Jacob expected something in the first place. He pulled off his jacket and pressed it to your face, stemming the bleeding. The ground seemed more interesting than ever, dry soil dotted with rocks and grass blades scattered everywhere, trampled by people's feet.

You don't want to look at him or acknowledge the touch to a small sword on your wrist, identical to the one above his left elbow. The mark is a clean reminder and a binding claim for life. You don't want to see it or remember how Jacob's face twisted when he realized just who you were.

Like someone had slapped him.

A lot has happened; Montana turned different from what you saw on TV and the world suddenly shifted under your feet, rearranged from a little road trip across the states into his territory, his commands, his people. A part of you — a foolish, soft part — wished you could've met under different circumstances, in a different place and you told him once about it in a moment of weakness. Jacob stilled at first, but then kept cleaning his gun. "We're here, sweetheart. Nothing we can do 'bout it."

Could've beens and never happeneds weren't worth wasting thoughts on.

Now Jacob is tracing your scars. He's not handsome, not really, there's too much roughness to the lines of his face, dark circles and untrimmed beard, but... you frown. You don't know how to describe Jacob Seed or why you even bother trying. It's odd to think about him this way. Weird.

Jacob catches your eyes. "What?"

You close them. "Nothing."

He makes a noncommittal sound, then leans in. The kiss to your forehead is unexpected and brief. A lot of them are — quick kisses on your temple when Jacob thinks you're asleep, on your nape when he leaves the bed before dawn. They make you wonder just what he wants from you.

He never expects affection back.

Doesn't try anything further, and you both are suspended in this limbo, neither being the first to break it, nor acknowledge its growing significance with every passing day. One part of you craves it, to yield in a different way, not because it is required, but because you want, yet Jacob doesn't ask, so perhaps it's for the better.

Another gets nauseous. He breaks people. Like dry twigs, discarding the pieces when they have no more use. You've seen his Chosen training until they begged, cried and crawled, their pride crushed along with the body.

There are days you can't bear looking at him.

***

Sometimes, sometimes, you wish him dead and gone from the world, then the mark on your wrist aches like a fresh wound.

"When will you take off the chain?" You ask and wiggle your foot a bit. It's long enough to reach the bathroom, to wander around the quarters, but not to walk outside. Jacob doesn't look up from his book. The cover is worn out and you suspect he read it many times already, military stuff. Strategy. Survival tactics, you have no idea.

"When I know you've learned your lesson."

So, not today.

You sigh and roll onto your stomach. "It's stupid."

He doesn't respond.

It's annoying more than anything. Reason — you're his soulmate, not some runaway cow ready to get lost in Montana wilderness — didn't help and only gained you a blank stare followed by a lock click. The chain rattles with each movement, loud and distracting; Jacob just keeps reading as if nothing happens.

Sometimes, sometimes, you catch yourself thinking that this isn't so bad after all. He treats you well for a cult leader: fed, clothed, clean, sheltered. Compared to the cages his future Chosen sleep in, you don't get to complain. You have a comfortable bed instead of cold dirty floor, normal meals rather than a chunk of raw meat, privacy and silence without old school music 24/7.

You frown. No, it's not nice. It's Stockholm Syndrome, plain and simple. You should be free, away from this place.

"Are you angry?"

Jacob turns another page. "No."

His room smells of pine wood and gun oil, with an undertone of metal. The furniture is scarce and practical. A wardrobe, a desk with a radio placed on top, one bookshelf. Bare walls except for a giant map pinned opposite the bed; you've memorized all the markings on it during your stay. The areas which got liberated by Deputy are red, his outposts are circled in blue. Jacob doesn't talk about Deputy much, but the way he clenches his jaw over the radio frequency makes you think they must be a real pain in the ass.

Secretly you hope they blow Eden's Gate HQ to pieces soon.

What would it mean for you?

These are questions, vague and inappropriately timed, coming to mind. What if Deputy happens to eventually tear the Project apart? They escaped John, escaped Jacob and you were to personally witness his foul mood for two days straight. You overhear bits and pieces of conversations, the Chosen talk if they think no one listens — Deputy is strong and clever. Persistent and cunning. Maybe that's the reason Jacob's so obsessed with them.

What if...

You glance at him from under your eyelashes and rub the mark. They say there's a connection between soulmates. If one dies, another experiences it on a physical level. Jacob said that was bullshit. His brother didn't confirm or deny when you asked him after a sermon.

Joseph Seed unnerves you. Not just because he believes himself to be God's vessel. There is something in his voice, quiet and soothing like the distant rolls of thunder, it raises goosebumps when he starts preaching and you're forced to sit through it. Something in his eyes behind yellow-tinted glasses sends shivers down your spine, very little to do with his religious fanaticism.

What would you feel if Jacob died?

The thought creates an unpleasant twist in your stomach, unwanted bond or not, it leaves you queasy. You curl on the bed. Jacob has reading glasses, you barely held back a snort the first time you saw them propped up his nose. He shoots a flat look from above the pages but doesn't comment on your inquisitive stare.

By now you know when to speak and to remain silent (mostly). He dislikes unruly ones and finds satisfaction showing them just how insignificant they are, how mistaken in every single sense. Weak. That's why you annoy him mildly when feeling particularly brave or in need of interaction, but never play soldier or power. It triggers something which is best avoided, gets people punished, then shot in front of others. Or sent for trials, you're not sure which is worse.

Jacob marks a page and sets the book aside. "What?"

"What 'what'?" You ask back, fiddling with the hem of a grey camouflage shirt. It's way too big on your frame, Jacob likes the look of it, judging by how much of your wardrobe consists of his stuff now that you don't leave the room.

"I can hear the wheels in your head turning, spit it out."

"What would happen to me if something... happened to you?"

You're afraid of saying 'if you die' because it's final, even though Jacob seems invincible most of the times. A mountain against hurricanes. Yet everyone dies eventually and the Deputy keeps winning against all odds set before them.

"Nothing. Joseph takes care of you."

This is news, and frankly not the answer you hoped for.

('You'd go free' was. He didn't say 'I won't die' either.)

Tension seeps into your shoulders without a conscious thought. "Why? I am nobody to him."

"You are my soulmate," Jacob replies, simple as that, like it explains everything. Perhaps in their cult world it does, but not yours.

"So?"

He pats his thigh.

It's a gesture without much interpretation required, but you stay rooted on the bed. Cautious. You've grown familiar with each other after living together for months — sharing a space tends to do this to people — still tonight is different, full with awkwardness you haven't felt since that time he walked in on you changing.

Jacob's stare is intense. Heavy, cold blue eyes linger on your wrist where the sword surrounded by flames peeks from under the long sleeve. You swallow a lump in your throat and get up on unsteady legs.

"So he will do it out of memory. You're family, pup, whether you wish it or not."

With the same caution you sit on his lap, war memories written in pink-red skin decorate his face. Just like yours, you think, the only difference is the place and origin. There's something intimate about being like this. Jacob holds you in place once you settle down, not comfortable, but not exactly uncomfortable either.

"Never took you for a cuddly type," you say to shield yourself from growing unease. "Why the change?"

Jacob's thumb presses to the corner of your lips. "Got tired of those puppy eyes staring at me the whole evening, sweetheart. You can have a closer look."

"I don't have puppy eyes. And maybe I like looking from afar."

"Yeah?"

His beard has a prickly feeling to it.

You know your face will never be the same after what happened. From his point of view, Jacob can probably see where the scars begin in the hairline, then continue downwards only an inch away from your eye; small miracles and such. Half of your ear is missing, a good solid chunk. It's not a nice look.

"Don't touch them," you mutter.

You don't mean to share your thoughts in such an abrupt manner, but these intimate moments become a source of discomfort, like a sharp, twisting knife. Jacob doesn't flinch at the sight, he probably saw worse things, still it feels humiliating being reminded of your shortcomings and the fact that this is your face — permanently marked.

Jacob doesn't stop.

"Beauty dies fast, darlin'," he says slowly. "This here... this'll stay."

He never sugarcoats anything. Never lies to spare feelings, ruthless and pragmatic with a clear understanding of what matters and what doesn't. Only the weak need empty reassurances; his words. You hate this side of Jacob just as much as admire it on occasion, right now you wish he said something else. Beauty dies fast.

"Thank you Jacob, very comforting. Top ten phrases you should tell someone who got mauled by a Judge." You cross your arms, wondering why the hell are you talking about this. With Jacob. The worst choice possible to bring up sensitive topics, or maybe the only one, since there's not a lot of people around anyway.

"I ain't here to stroke your ego, sweetheart. This," he traces a scar, "is a lesson to remember. Next time when thinking 'bout running — think again and think good."

There will be no next time regardless of how he phrases it. The chain rattles every night when you shift under the blankets and falls down with an annoying bang as soon as you get up. There's nowhere to run too, the Whitetail Mountains belong to Jacob, he rules them like a king would rule his kingdom, with iron fist and strict order, and who knows what the local Resistance will do to you if they catch you first.

If they figure out whose soulmate you are.

You're trapped between the Deputy destroying outposts and Jacob hunting them across the region, like a mouse stuck in a corner while cats keep prowling around.

The sky outside has an orange-pink hue, casting Jacob's face into soft light and deep shadows. He takes off his glasses, setting them on the book's cover, then wipes a stray tear from the corner of your eye. "You gonna cry over looks?"

You sniffle. "Yes. I wish I never met you."

He stiffens. For a second you worry it might have pushed a wrong button. Jacob never hurt you physically, still there's a healthy dose of fear, not necessarily born out of past experiences. At times his presence just radiates off in silent waves so thick you can feel them crashing into yourself before he walks away and doesn't return for days, leaving you alone with the Chosen stationed behind the doors to watch over and report back to their Herald.

Jacob leans closer until your foreheads almost press into each other.

He doesn't initiate touch often. Once in a while he lets you sleep on his arm instead of a pillow or allows you to sit closer than usual during meals, but that's it. There are boundaries set, most of them are unspoken rules which you picked up along the way: you can ask questions and be generally yourself within reason — as long as it doesn't border on disrespect, Jacob will tolerate occasional attitude in very small doses; you can request certain items provided he approves; he prefers silence during breakfast.

Never challenge him publicly and don't talk bad about his siblings.

This confession can't be taken back, nor do you wish to, because it's true. You regret meeting him, and it was much better to wonder and guess, create images of a faceless man somewhere in the depths of your mind and fantasize about possibilities. How does one even go back to normal life after this?

(Not that any chance of doing so exists in the foreseeable future.)

"I figured, darlin'," Jacob says finally. His voice lacks anger, as if he expected those words one day or another, Jacob isn't naive or stupid and is surprisingly aware of himself in a lot of matters, of the fact that very little would want to end up where he dragged you and being imprisoned under the heavy metal chain doesn't add to fond memories either. "Fair enough."

In all months you two lived together, sharing food and space, in all months, he never kissed you.

Now he does.

His lips are chapped, dry and slightly rough.

You find yourself going rigid at first, unsure what to make out of it. It's different from what you imagined, the fantasy version seemed more... violent and harsh, less intimate and private. He breaks the kiss briefly and then resumes it again.

Slow-slow-quick, Jacob steals your breath away bit by bit until your head spins, until your hands feel clammy and then, when you think you can't take it any longer, he pulls back.

"Won't apologize 'bout the scars, pup. You deserved a lesson."

Your throat feels parched.

"But not of this kind. Never wanted it for you."

It doesn't sound apologetic, neither regretful, but it is what it is, probably the closest to it Jacob will ever be capable of. His hand strokes the back of your neck in slow and repetitive circles, and in an odd way, it does seem soothing.

He takes you to bed minutes later, maneuvers you closer under the sheets and turns off the light. The window is open letting in the sounds of evening wildlife: crickets chirp loudly nearby, some owl hoots in the distance; Montana smells different than other states. Sharper, wilder. You lie like this for a bit, curled against his side and he's always so fucking warm, a human furnace incarnate.

"The moment I saw the marking — I wished you never met me too."

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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[wordsbymae]

Non-Yandere Fic Recs

༊ Does the Prey Fault The Falcon - Jon Arryn x Tully!reader by @floraroselaughter (Amazing! I am so excited for more, also check out the rest of flora's stuff, its a pleasure to read)

༊ Read all about it - Arvin Russel x reader by @waitimcomingtoo (so cute!)

༊ Classified - Eddie Munson x reader by @pullhisteeth ( i cried it was so good)

༊ Rhett Abbott x reader by @withahappyrefrain (I giggled and even kicked my legs it was so cute)

༊ Eat your young - rhett abbott x reader by @thesluttyarchivist (:o i blushed like crazy)

༊ Happy Birthday, mr. president - bob floyd x reader by @rhettabbotts (holy shit its good)

༊ The Real Alpha - Jacob seed x reader by @alwayssunnyinedensgate (so amazing and yeah I accidentally linked to the tenth chapter but thats just as motivation for you to read! cause it gets better and better)

༊ Beside Prayers -Lester sinclair x reader (dark but holy cow its amazing, on the edge of my seat)

༊ The Vow- Dark! Din Djarin x fem!reader by @dancingwiththeplanets (*silent screaming* amazing, perfect, exceptional)

༊ Untangle me- bo sinclair x reader by @early20sfailingplenty (really sweet and made me sniffle)

༊ Lots more coming! There's some I read forever ago I still think about that will take me a bit to find but I'll try!

[lucixi-gaming]

OG poster of this alphabet: @dear-yandere

Just know this is yandere

This is for my Farcry 5 OC Deputy Christin Daggingheart

Yandere! Chris x fem!reader /gn! Reader

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

•Ok so before the cult Chris would be really open and loving almost clingy

•after the cult the clingyness got worse

•her little brother Luke is really the only one who sees who she once was still. Like she hasn't changed for him.

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Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

• just know Chris would kill the entire cult again just to keep you safe. Same with Luke she will do anything for you two.

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Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

• Chris is kinda unpredictable

• she would probably call you weak or worthless if you tried to escape

• If you even though about hurting Luke to get at her she would end your life without a second thought

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Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

• Chris would never do something that would make you uncomfortable but if she has to she will

• surprisingly good at respecting boundaries

• hope you like military training because that's what your stuck with thanks to Jacob seed

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Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

• Chris is only ever really vulnerable with Luke. I mean how could she not she raised her little brother.

• it will take awhile to for her to show her true feeling. You'll feel worse than a caged bird. Heck the ants got treated better than you for a little bit.

•but once you get to see that vulnerable side don't mess up she'll probably hurt you for betraying her

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Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

• Chris would be shocked just don't bring Luke into it

• Chris can sense when someone is behind her so don't try to sneak up on her

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Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

• Chris would think it a game

• she finds it funny how you think the police will save you. How could you forget she is one of them.

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Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

•the worst experience you'll get is being thrown back into a dark room with no windows. All the freedom she gave you would be gone.

• she would probably put you through the same things the cult put her through but worse some how.

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Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

• if you're female Chris would plan on marrying you and adopting

•If you're gender neutral you're going to be treated like royalty and kids are still going to be adopted

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Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

• Chris gets jealous easily

• but how could you make her jealous. Her brother doesn't trust you and your not allowed near her wolf or the outside world

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Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

•if you met her before the cult happened she was probably soft spoken and shy around you

• after the cult she's more confident but dangerous. Like i said unpredictable you never know what mood she will switch to

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Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

• she would probably start off with building up trust and then she kidnapps i mean surprise moves you in with her

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Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

• ok if you see how she acts with the whitetails and the other deputies you would be wondering who this stranger is

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Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

• hmmm torcher to the point you might die

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Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

• your not allowed to have these things

Phone

Outside time without her

Privacy

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Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

• Chris is really patience to the point it's creepy

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Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

• if you die she'll act like nothing happened you'll just be another unsolved missing persons case

• if you leave or successfully escape her and the wolf will track you down or tell the sheriff you ran away

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Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

• no

• not one bit

• she'll never let you go your stuck with her

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Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

• you two are childhood friends

• when she saved you from the cult she thought kidnapping you would be the only way to keep you safe

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Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

• why would she care she isolates all the time

• she'll laugh if you cry

• don't scream that's the worst thing you could do. She may rip your vocal cords out.

• quit showing weakness she'll probably get worse from your weakness

•~•~•~•~•

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

• she'll probably be the least suspected

• but other than that not really

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Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

• if you hurt or take Luke to escape your dead on site

• the fact she has to go to work is the only way you'll get free

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Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

• she's constantly hurting you for trying to escape

• once she chained you up like a dog then left you

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Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

• she's the type to worship the ground you walk on

• she'll kill anyone to keep you

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Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

• as soon as she snaps her yearning for you would be really bad to the point Luke got worried

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Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

•that is Chris' whole goal she will stop at nothing to make sure you're obedient and that you'll stop trying to escape

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[englass]

1 for Jacob from the prompts? ❤️

Ahh, I didn’t realise people were still interested in this, thank you hun!! ❤️ I will say however that this is my first time properly writing something for/with Jacob in mind, so please show mercy to my inexperience with him 🙏🏻 Thank you! ❤️

1. “Hurting you is the last thing I’d do, you know that.”

- - -

Jacob pushes away from the desk with a glare, jaw clenched, “He didn’t deserve mercy. He was weak–”

“What about me then, hmm? I’m not strong, would you do that to me too?”

He scoffs, indignant as he faintly shakes his head at you. “‘Course I wouldn’t. Hurting you is the last thing I’d do, you know that.”

“Do I, Jacob?” He stiffens at the wobbly accusation in your tone, “Do I really know that you wouldn’t? Because apparently I don’t know you at all if this is what you do. If this is how you… how you deal with people that you…”

Gently shaking your head you turn away, hand coming up to cup your mouth as the other lowers to hold your waist. A small comfort as you try to wrap your head around all of this, try to process what this gruff man you’d consider a friend had done; and even why he’d done it.

“I…” you struggle with what to say, gaze unsteady as you shakily turn back to him. The uncertainty that has you biting at your bottom lip changes somewhat, wriggles into something even more unpleasant, until it is quickly swiped at by a clawing disappointment. “Fucking hell Jacob, how could you?”

Surprisingly the older man has the decency to at least look a little ashamed, shifting from one foot to the next as he pointedly looks away from you. His gaze hard and set as a scowl works its way onto his scarred features. You swear you hear him huff under his breath.

A moment of silence passes between you both, stale and tentative, until the natural growl of his voice catches your attention.

“... I don’t regret it.”

You blink. An unnatural tightness forming in your throat as his quiet words start to sink in, echoing like an ominous toll upon a fated hour; distinct and haunting. Hesitantly you meet his eyes, those striking kaleidoscopes of blue that sometimes border on grey intently watching you. Holding your gaze captive as he turns his head towards you, arms still firmly crossed over his chest as he stands as tall and imposing as ever.

“And I’d damn well do it again if it meant keeping you safe.”

[amusedyan]

Nest

So this was originally a concept submitted to @sweetened-apples, and she was kind enough to let me write on it, because I fell in love with it.

Heat was hell.

It burned, desperate and wanting through an omega’s system and left them shaky and desperate. Even in a nesting heat, the ache never went away, not without an alpha there.

You’d known it was coming, had prepared for it- you stocked your nest with enough food for you and your pup, lined the already warm nest with more furs, brought more wood. The cold season was bitter and cruel, and the fire couldn’t go out, the pup knew this already.

You’d made your other preparations as well- alphas had scented you, weak, packless things that were looking for an easy mate. They came and snarled at your pup and you tore out their throats- there’d been 4 of them now. It was fine- you’d been without a pack for ages, you could handle yourself; the alphas had been killed and pinned up around your territory as a warning.

The snow howled outside, but the nest was warm, and safe, and smelled like home.

The pup purred and mewled as you groomed him gently.

Heat made it hard to think beyond the here and now- it was too soon after the pup to be a breeding season, but you still felt sick and tired and defensive, your hackles tensed and ready, watching the opening to the cave.

The firelight flickers as you and the pup bed down for the night after eating, the pup curled up with you and purring with comfort, high off your pheromones and instinctively pliant and gentle.

It was too still, too quiet, even with the storm outside.

You couldn’t relax that night, at least, you thought it was that night, it all began to blur together. You sweated and trembled, and tucked the pup behind you (away from the outside need to stay warm keep safe no alpha) and fretted with the flickering fire.

The wind was against you, you hadn’t heard the alpha approaching, and only once he was entering the den did you see him. Big, older than you and scarred with burns. His hair had been touched by fire, and he was bloody.

The scent of two foreign alphas (one dead one very much alive) entered the den, your space, your nest, and fear and rage woke you fully

You snarled bared your teeth at him in warning, and you felt your pup stiffen behind you as he woke.

“Omega,” the strange alpha breathed. You watched as he took in your scent, saw his eyes flicker behind you as the pup shifted.

“Mated?” He asked gruffly.

“Out. I’ll rip your throat open.” You warned, even as you knew you wouldn’t win.

This one smelled of pack. He was a hunter, well fed, not like the inferior breeding stock that had stumbled upon you before.

His teeth flashed in amusement, even as he approached.

“A fight you would lose.”

You were heady with the smell of him, a woodsy smell of summer and plants and alpha that overwhelmed your senses.

“Pretty omega.” He purred, and you lashed out when he reached out for you, sinking your teeth into his hand. He snarled, and you wanted to cower, but the pup was defenseless, and this alpha would hurt-

“Pup?” He said softly, and the pup made a soft, inquisitive whine.

There was one heartstopping moment where the smell of death and heat and alpha bade you scentblind, and you couldn’t tell if the look in the alpha’s eyes was one of approval or one of calculation.

Or both.

The pup climbed over you, and you snarled as the alpha watched him. The pup let you wrap your arm around him and pull him close, his back to your chest. Instead he pointed. “Blood?” He asked curiously.

The alpha grinned- his teeth were stained too.

“Weak alphas.”

Of course.

“Dead?”

The alpha grunted.

The pup churred, and you began to relax. There was no scent of aggression, although you saw the way the alphas eyes were dark with your scent.

The alpha sat across from you and drew no closer, not yet.

“Rest. Be here for the worst of it.” He grumbled, the pup tugged you back to lie down in the nest, and you could feel the alphas gaze on you. But you’d never felt safer.

[undead-afton]

The Seed's yandere couple headcanons

(Forgive me if my grammar/spelling is off)

✝JOSEPH✝

✝He first see's you both at the project

✝He falls instantly but at first is confused

✝At first he feels he's being greedy and sinful

✝but how could a love so pure and holy be sinful?

✝He's in love with how devoted you are two each other, such a holy union so sweet and full of light

✝He ends up getting the cult to kidnap you both, this isn't the first and certainly not the last time they will

✝He introduces you too the cult as his spouse's, he wasn't worried they would object after all no one questions the father

🐺JACOB🐺

🐺 He sees you and your s/o for the first time when he's taking one of the younger judges to town because if he is ever going to pass them as some husky breed they need to behave around people🐺

🐺It's not love at first sight though🐺

🐺The second time he sees you two is when it happens, your both fighting for your lives and he admires how well you two work together and how strong you make each other🐺

🐺There's no confusion he wants you both, and he doesn't care if it's seen as greedy or sinful. You two are His. No exceptions🐺

🐺he gets you both into his region and makes sure you never leave🐺

🐺Because now you both are his pack, his mates, and pretty much part of the family🐺

🐺And he's never letting you go🐺

🌆JOHN🌆

🌆He first see's you and your s/o when you first move to hope country

🌆At first he thinks your just another couple of sinners or possible Eden's gate members

🌆But then He sees how nice you both are and how you greet him with the sweetest smiles he's ever seen and how loving you both are two each other

🌆He immediately Speaks to Joseph

🌆He starts digging into your backgrounds

🌆He gets his home ready for all three of you, your favorite shampoos, magazines, Candles anything

🌆Also John is a very needy and touch-starved man, we all know this, so in his eyes what's better than two people to be loving and devoted to you? Even if it's against your will.

🥀Faith🥀

🥀Faith was wandering around the henbane river when she meets you both

🥀You and your s/o are on a date holding hands, kissing, giggling

🥀Shes head over heals as soon as she sees you

🥀She, much like Joseph, is worried it's greed that's corrupting her but Joseph assures her a love so holy could never be sinful

🥀She keeps you both hopped up on bliss and keeps you locked away from the sinful world the only people you see are each other and her

🥀She loves just curling up and cuddling with you both for hours

🥀She loves how sweet and happy you to are like a teenage romance

🥀And she just loves being apart of it, even if you both arent completely aware

[yanderemommabean]

🫣Been looking at your blog for a minute, can I request a Jacob Seed X GN!Dep reader.

Maybe they managed to escape his grasp injured and they’re desperately trying to escape? (One-shot.)

You can sway it whichever way you’d like

thank you <3

“Honestly, this is just another sign that you’re one of the strongest” Jacobs voice rings, your head pounding as you collide with the ground and feel your already broken arm throb and pulse in pain. Shit. You should’ve known escape would be impossible, especially considering that his followers have captured you countless times before with ease when you tore down their monuments and food trucks. 

“Injured yet still fighting. It’s admirable, if it wasn’t an attempt to get away from me. Wish you’d’ve at least given me a kiss goodbye” he mocks, standing over you as you cough and wince, grimacing in pain as dirt digs into your skin and the grass makes you itch, your broken arm swelling more and making you nauseated. Shit, You were right in the beast's maw at this point, about to be devoured in whatever wicked metaphor the author of this story decides to use. 

His large frame covers yours as he sits on your waist, examining you with a smug expression, knowing he’s won yet another escape chase. Why do you keep trying at this point? He’s highly skilled at tracking and hunting, why do you think you can outdo him at all? Clearly this isn’t working. 

“Yep, that’s broken” he states dryly, tugging you up by your shirt, tossing you over his shoulder once he got a good grasp on your body. “That wouldn’t have happened if you’d have just listened and let me take care of you. But it’s alright, in a way, you being injured like this is a great way to show how good I can treat you. Unless, you want to be put through training again? I can always break out the music box…” he trails off, a few men walking behind him with guns to make sure you stay in line. 

“That’s not a bad idea actually. Maybe I can condition you differently, just a different song with a different purpose. We’ll see once I get you back to base, better tied up than last time” he says with a chuckle, slapping your ass as he carries you down a hill, nodding to the peggies behind him to keep watch and only aim if necessary. 

You stay silent during all of this, not able to focus enough to make a comment let alone try and escape again. Blood was pouring out of a few cuts too, and your arm felt like one molten bag of pain with each breath you took. What’s worse, is Jacob seemed to look at this as a reason to keep you, and you almost preferred death. 

God only knows what will happen once you get back to his base. 

(I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was a bit short! -Mommabean)

[donat-senpai]

Far Cry 5? O.O (I thought the Fandom for it was dead because there wasn't much I found on here)

This is true. Well, or close to the truth. But I still remember fc5 sometimes. This brings about a pleasant nostalgia. So sometimes I go into these tags and re-read everything. Very rarely does anything new appear here. Hooray!

[shalotttower]

Masterlist

Will be updated.

⛪ Far Cry 5:

Bound - It's been two months since you ended up in a bunker with Joseph Seed. Yandere!Joseph Seed Headcanons (General)

A Heart Deceived - AU where soulmates share the same marking and Jacob doesn't have to brand you any further.

👑 Far Cry 4:

📖 Death Note:

The Unknown Variable (L x Reader) - Special was never your brand. Now the weight of it is simply too heavy. A Natural Benefit (L x Reader) - L wants to try something new, you want to be left alone. So an offer is on the table, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement after all.

🔪 Slashers:

Darling, Darling - The way he cradles you to his chest is almost reverent, like you are something precious. Bubba delivers a lesson after you tried to run away. Sweetcheeks (Billy Lenz x Reader) - You've been getting these odd calls for several months now. Pholcus phalangioides (Asa Emory x Reader) - There's a spider in your bathroom, it lives under the mirror cabinet and you a) don't want to kill it, and b) are too scared to touch it, so now you can either keep giving it one side eye after another, or ask your neighbour for help.

✨ Hunter x Hunter:

Permanence - A simple evening at an art gallery turns into a daring decision to slip away from Chrollo's grasp. Fragile Things - Sometimes Chrollo really wishes you were more demanding of him. A Spoonful of Sugar (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - Sweet? Cute? What you really are is deadly. Fractalize (part 1, part 2, Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - Lack of hope creates a strange kind of numbness. The Devil Is a Gentleman (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - You wake up in the middle of the night with a headache. Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader Imagine - You died and became a ghost. Now you can’t leave Chrollo, but at least there’s satisfaction in taunting him.

🍄 Resident Evil Village:

🎨 Original works:

Cultivating Flowers - Marquis is a man of many interests, including gardening. Specifically, his new roses.

👤 Monster:

🏥 Outlast:

🩸 BTD/TPOF:

To Make a Home Out of Bones (Ren x Reader) - You were free. Free for real, and you couldn't believe that, staring at the open door. And then, by some twisted scenario, decided to keep him. It's tragic, really.

🎭 John Doe Game:

🧛‍♂️ Dracula:

🍽️ Hannibal:

[mrsegbert]

Yandere!Seed family moodboards

[heartofsnark]

A Hope County Christmas (Part Two): Seed Family Dinner

Notes: Second chapter out, wooooo! Note to self never start on a christmas fic after christmas, you just end up stressed. Also, the first chapter has to my shock been getting a lot of love over on AO3, which I really appreciate, thank you to everyone who likes and enjoys my weird garbage. 

Summary: It’s Christmas time in Hope County and as one might suspect, it can be hard to find any Christmas spirit to spare with Eden’s Gate waging their holy war. Junior Deputy Dahlia Hale fully suspects this holiday will be spent just as every last day has been spent since they tried to arrest Joseph Seed. But, between the Rye’s incurable optimism and the Seed’s…fascination with her, she can’t say she expected this.

You can read part one right here!

Word Count: 4678

Warnings: Non-consensual touching (It’s not inherently sexual, Faith basically washes Dahlia but still), bathing/washing, drugging, kidnapping. Polyseed. Jacob has a pet Judge Wolf and John has a pet cat, cause idk, I like that shit. 

The radio cuts out and Dahlia groans, rage and wrath bubbling in her veins. She can’t have one normal fucking day.

“That John Seed, I swear to god, he can’t take a fuckin’ hint.” Nick is already pissed, just the mention of John Seed does that to him.

“Could anyone else hear John stroking it, or was that just me?” Sharky looks around for confirmation.

Dahlia is already up, her movements and body language drawn tight as she yanks the sweater off over her head, grabbing her uniform shirt and jacket that are strewn on a chair.

“Where are you going?” Kim asks, face twisted up with worry, eyes soft.

“It’s John, if he wants to me, he’s gonna get me. I stay here and your place is gonna be swimming with peggies before you know it. Just ‘cause the Seed got some sick fascination with me, doesn’t mean I gotta ruin everyone else’s night.”

“Fuckin’ let ‘em come, we’ll blow ‘em to smithereens.”

“All they need is us all drunk and vulnerable, none of us are in any state to fight,” Dahlia says with a sigh, handing the sweater back towards Kim.

“Keep it, you can wear it again next year.” That little notion of hope, of a future with more Christmas parties makes Dahlia smile.

“Thanks.”

“But…can you ride your bike, right now? You’re not exactly sober either.”

“Doesn’t matter if I ride or walk it, as long as I get some distance between here and me. I’ll be fine, you don’t hear from me in three days, you all know what to do.”

She gives her friends a half-hearted wave, trying not to let the anger and stress show through. One day, all she wanted, one fucking day.

The cold air hits her flushed face and she sighs, tucking the sweater into the trunk space under her motorcycle seat. She lights a cigarette both for warmth and stress relief as she pushes her bike away from the Rye home. If she were sober and more energetic, she’d be crafting how to escape his capture team. John’s are always the easiest to avoid. Once she managed to evade them three time, liberating a cult outpost and helping a defected peggie before they nabbed her. John was fuming and she was grinning. But, she’s not sober and there’s not much to do.

She’s a considerable distance away, surrounded by woods. Engines rev, his capture party getting close. Dahlia sighs, at least the Rye’s will have a decent party without peggies ruining the damn thing. A white truck with the familiar cross designs pulls up. She recognizes the cultists in the front seat, a face constantly showing up when she’s kidnapped.

“Hey, Teddy,” she greets him.

“My name is Theodore.”

“Hey Teddy.”

“I’ll never understand what the father sees in you.”

“You and me both, bud.”

“You’re not running today?”

“I’m drunk man.”

“Of course, you are.” He aims the gun, loaded with bliss bullets, at her.

“Do we really need the bullets today? I’m not even running!?”

“Shooting you is the most fun I have anymore, so yes, we need the bullets.”

“Seriously, I-OW!” The bliss coated bullet sinks into the meat of her thigh

Within seconds her vision starts to swim, colors distorting and her limbs growing heavy before she falls back on the ground. Theodore hovering over her.

“Dickhead,” she slurs out before the world goes black.

 Dahlia blinks a few times as she slowly comes back in consciousness. There’s still a haze to her brain, but she feels more sober than she did before she was kidnapped. A soft familiar humming is drifting through the room, the same one that echoes through the Henbane. She tries to get up out of bed, but can’t hardly move her body. No ties or restraints, her limbs just to heavy to move despite her head feeling clear. The cult is always fucking around with new strands of bliss, she’s no longer surprised at the things it can manage to do to her.

Slender hands wrap around Dahlia’s wrists and she’s gently tugged up into a sitting position, she’s on a bed. Her legs now over the edge of it, Faith smiling and staring into her eyes.

“Hello, deputy.”

“Ugh.”

“It’s our first Christmas together, aren’t you excited?”

“Ugh.”

“I know, you’re still clinging to your sins, but don’t worry, we’ll show you the path. With love and patience.”

“And kidnapping.”  That earns Dahlia a stern look, like she’s a toddler who just stole a cookie before dinner.

“You still don’t understand and that’s okay, none of us are giving up on you. Now, you need to get washed up for dinner,” she fiddles with a glitter glue clump in Dahlia’s hair and lets out her soft little melodic giggle, “as pretty as this is, this is an important day, alright.”

Faith yanks Dahlia forward and off the bed, bliss heavy limbs making the deputy just fall against her. Her fingers knot in the white fabric of Faith’s dress, all her weight pressed against the taller woman. The youngest Seed sibling just giggles and pets Dahlia’s hair before leading her forward on shaky legs.

There’s a simple clean bathroom, steam rising up from the bathtub filled with water. Faith softly hums as she leaves Dahlia leaning against the sink for support, testing the temperature of the water. The soft steam twirling in the air around her face. She truly is beautiful, despite everything, Dahlia can recognize that the Seeds are attractive. Crazy assholes, but attractive ones.

Faith returns to Dahlia, their six-inch or so height difference feels like so much more when Faith looks down at her, pale hands pushing under her leather jacket. The deputy doesn’t have the strength to fight it, jacket hitting the ground. Then Faith is doing the same with the uniform shit, a noticeable twinge of anger in her expression when she sees the Hope County Cougars button next to Dahlia’s badge. Her hands skim slowly and teasing as she works through each layer, getting closer and closer to Dahlia’s skin.

The herald pulls Dahlia’s shirt up over her head. No bra and her chest is completely exposed. Green eyes looking over her breasts and Dahlia braces herself, expecting greedy touches and groping. Embarrassed by the way warmth builds in her center with anticipation. But instead, Faith simply hums and starts to undo Dahlia’s jeans. In moments she’s stripped completely naked, exposed in the bright light of the bathroom. No way to hide herself.

Faith gently leads Dahlia towards the bathtub, helping her into the hot water. She sits down and tries to pull her knees to her chest, but finds her limbs still not responding. Despite the situation, she finds herself relaxing into the water. The heat a welcome relief from the chill outside.

Things stay surprisingly innocent. Not that Dahlia wants it to not be innocent. But Faith’s touch never seem to deviate beyond softly washing her. Humming as she scrubs soap into the deputy’s skin, washing away the dirt and crafting mess. Sudsy hands exploring Dahlia’s legs, thighs, stomach, arms, and back. Constantly nearing her more sensitive spots, but never touching them.

She’s not proud of the whine she lets out as Faith washes her back, somewhere between cleaning and massaging. Faith shampoos and conditions her hair, the sensation of fingers working over her scalp makes her let out a soft sigh. Once she’s cleaned, Faith gently helps her stand back up.

A soft white towel rubbed and fluffed over her body, all still completely innocent. Faith seeming to find some contentment in just babying Dahlia, which would be great if not for the cult stuff.

“You keep looking at me like you’re expecting something, silly,” Faith voice teases by Dahlia’s ear, breath ghosting over the wet skin. Heat flushes up Dahlia’s cheeks.

“Ugh.”

Faith only giggles before she finishes drying Dahlia off, maybe it’s the heat of the bath or just the drug running its course, but she’s starting to regain a bit more control over her limbs. She can curl and move her tingling fingers now, which is something.

“The Father let me pick out the dress for you to wear tonight, it’s going to look so pretty on you.”

“Ugh!”

Dahlia expects something like Faith’s favorite dress, delicate modest white lace and flowers. But, while it’s white and has some lace touches, it’s less modest. Thin little straps instead of long sleeves, the deep neckline scalloped in a way that shows little peeks of skin between her breasts, and a band of lace beneath her chest that her skin shows through. The entire dress reaching the middle of her thighs. She’s thankful the building they’re in seems to be well heated.

Faith smiles wide at Dahlia in the dress, reaching for a white bliss flower that’s been place in a vase near the sink. She tucks it back behind Dahlia’s ear, the fragrance tickling the deputy’s nose.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

“I miss my pants.”

“C’mon now,,” Faith pulls her wrists out and Dahlia expects to just be lead again, but instead she grabs rope from under the sink and binds the deputy’s hands together, “just in case it wears off, can’t have you running off in the middle of dinner, now can we?”

“Yeah…that’d just be a shame.”

Dahlia is dragged out to what looks like a dining room, the table has a cloth strewn across it and some sort of centerpiece but that’s all. Faith brings her to one of the chairs and ties her ankle to the legs of it when she sits down.

“Be back in just a moment,” Faith murmurs and presses a kiss to the top of Dahlia’s head before stepping out.

There’s the soft sound of clattering and messing around in the kitchen. Her limbs are starting to tingle, feeling slowly coming back. She starts trying to rock back and forth in her chair, if she can somehow break the chair she can manage to get away. Dahlia tries bouncing and jostling herself, the chair starts to tilt back and she’s hopeful it will break under her when she falls back.

It doesn’t.

She’s just on the floor now.

And she’s pretty sure the dress has fallen in a way that’s showing more of her than she wants shown.

Dahlia cranes her head to the side; there’s a large stone fireplace and her breath catches in her throat at what’s in front of it. A Judge Wolf, it’s eyes now trained on her. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

It’s a trap, it’s all been a fucking trap just to leave with a fucking wolf to get teared apart. The large lumbering wolf stalks towards her and every muscle in her body tightens. She screams as it presses a wet nose against her throat, sniffing at her, no doubt preparing to rip it out.

“You just had to bring that mongrel here,” John’s voice rings out, “shoo, shoo.”

He shoos off the Judge Wolf like it’s a puppy and it listens, John then grabbing the back of her chair and placing it upright.

That tingling of movement coming back to her fingers has started to shoot up to her forearms, she can clench and tense the muscles there. Her toes have followed suit as well, she can now wiggle them freely.

“You’re allowed your damn cat,” Jacob grumbles, the absolute mountain of a man looks borderline ridiculous as he sets food out on the table. The gesture so domestic and tame for the sadistic soldier.

“Yes, but this is my home, Chanel lives here. Judge does not.”

“I don’t know which is worse. Naming your cat Chanel or naming a Judge Wolf, Judge.”

“The hell else am I supposed to call ‘em.”

“Chanel is a perfectly respectable name.”

“Two Seeds pissed off in one sentence, new record!”

“No fighting, this is a time of togetherness brothers,” Joseph chides as he walks in, helping place food on the table with Jacob.

“Yes, Joseph,” John immediately backs down and ducks his head in shame. Meanwhile Jacob just shrugs, unfussed.

Dahlia focuses on watching Judge, the Judge Wolf, though she doesn’t even bother to name any animals she befriends, so really who is she to well, judge. The wolf is bigger than most of them, but decidedly better behaved. All of them are trained, but the ones she’s encountered out in the Whitetails have been more feral, would have attacked her on sight. But this one, Jacob’s personal Judge Wolf seems to be more restrained, but she knows too well that it would likely take one cue for them to be ripping her apart.

“Hey, Judgey, you wanna chew through these ropes for me?” She waves her wrists before the animal; they make a snorting sound before laying back down in front of the fire. She’s slowly getting more and more mobility back.

“Really thought he’d help you?” Jacob looks at her like she’s stupid, humorless dickhead.

“Just like his owner, fuckin’ asshole.”

Jacob flicks the back of her ear, making her yelp, no doubt if it wasn’t for Joseph, he’d be doing a lot worse to her. Hell, if it wasn’t for Joseph’s insistence that she’s their soulmate…or something like that, Jacob would have probably killed her by now.

“Jacob,” Joseph says in a low, stern tone.

“What?” A shit eating grin pulls at his lips, the gesture boyish and almost cute despite who’s doing it. It’s rare that Jacob shows many signs of enjoying, well, anything. But, the rare times she’s seen all the Seeds in one place, he seems infinitely more at peace and happy.

Joseph just shakes his head, his own gentle smile on his face, choosing not to scold his older brother any further.

Faith sits down on one side of Dahlia, John on the other, Joseph across from her, and Jacob beside him. Joseph’s intense blue gaze is already on her and she stares down at the plate that’s been place in front of her. She hates meeting his eyes, it’s weird.

“We’re so happy to have you here, Deputy Hale.”

The Seeds despite everything, still don’t know her first name, only knowing her last name thanks to their brief encounters prior to the reaping. Most of them settle for calling her deputy or some asinine nickname, Joseph is the only one who ever uses her last name and it always feels so strange. It’s never said with derision or vitriol the same way Deputy is constantly being growled or barked out at her over her radio. There’s always a warmth, a familiarity, that feels so out of place given everything that’s occurred. It makes her happy and uncomfortable all at once, so she reacts the best way she knows how.

“I’m very unhappy to be here.”

“It’s important to celebrate with your family,” John says, his hand coming down to rest on her thigh, just beneath the dress. His touch is warm, too warm, her stomach clenches, her heart flips, and her skin crawls. A mess of disgust and desire, she doesn’t want to deal with.

“I already was, at the Rye’s house, when you so rudely interrupted.” It’s the truth, the resistance becoming her family over the past several months. But her intention isn’t a declaration of her familial love for them, she wants to piss off John. They want to drag her into this fucked up family dinner, she’s going to do her damnedest to ruin it.

John’s hand squeezes tight, fingers sinking into the flesh of her thigh and she sees his jaw clench. Anger boiling up in his bright blue eyes, he leans in closer, nose nearly touching her own.

“Those sinners are not your family; we’re your family and you will come to accept that, sooner or later.”

“If I was a member of your family, I’d blow my brains out.”  

“John, this is not the time to indulge in your sins,” Joseph warns him, and John lets go of her thigh, the skin still warm where his touch lingered.

“I’m sorry, Joseph.”

“The deputy will come to see the truth in time, we must guide her with love and patience.”

“Love and patience,” she parrots back in a mocking tone, Joseph gaze is stern and disappointed, she grins. One of these days she’s going to wear through his patience and actually piss him off.

“Holidays such as Christmas has become corrupted and commercialized by the modern world.”

Joseph starts to speak as he serves food and she can’t help but groan, waiting for another spiel about how technology is the devil and Thomas Edison was a witch. Granted he was an asshole idea thief.  

“As a society, we’ve strayed from the real purpose of celebration, focusing on consumption. My family is one of the few, who truly understand that these times are meant to appreciate each other, to celebrate that the Lord has seen fit for us to let us share these moments with one another, after years of spending them apart.”

Dahlia bites her lip, staring at the plate that being piled high with food. She read the Book of Joseph, an attempt to better know her enemy. But sadly, with knowledge came empathy. She knows what the Seeds have been through, how their family was torn apart. As fucked up messes as they are, she can understand that the holidays and time they spend together would feel so much more important to them.

A part of her feels bad, this is important for them. And for the most part, they genuinely believe in the shit coming out of their mouths, she thinks. The only one not convinced she’s meant to be with them, part of their family, or whatever is Jacob. But he wants Joseph and John to be happy, which sadly means encouraging this. So, to them this is genuinely an attempt to gather the whole family. Like parents trying to get their moody teenager to have Christmas dinner with them.

However, they still kidnapped her and have hurt countless people.

Once food is on everyone’s plates, Joseph takes his seat again, she’s still avoiding his intense stare.

“Let us say grace.” He joins hands with Faith and Jacob, Jacob and John join hands as well. Leaving a tied-up Dahlia as the kink in the chain. She raises an eyebrow.

“I mean, I can’t be blamed for this.”  Though, god knows they try to blame her for everything else.

John settles for wrapping his hand around her wrist and Faith follows suit on the other side. The Seed family bows their head for prayer and Dahlia stares down at her food.

She’s reminded of days sat at the table, her stepfather thanking god for the meal while she was begging any god listening to give him a heart attack. Though, somehow, she has decidedly less anger and vitriol towards the Seeds. Her thoughts more centered around getting them in a facility with good mental health resources.

Joseph’s words drift in one ear and out the other. Being nice enough to not interrupt doesn’t mean she’s willing to pay attention. Its thanks, for letting him have this blessed day after enduring so many trials, or something to that effect. She’s busy pulling and tugging one of her ankles, slowly loosening the ropes around that ankle.

“Amen.”

“Amen.”

“Happy to see there’s no mac n’ cheese, heard how well that went last time…”

“That mac n’ cheese was perfect, Nick is just dramatic,” John blusters, face flushing red and she can’t help but laugh, just as she’s slipping one foot from her binds. Thankful she was tucked in close enough to the table that neither of the youngest Seeds can peer down to see her legs.

“Guess I know who’s to blame for that one.”

“We usually don’t allow John in the kitchen,” Joseph admits, a soft teasing smile on his lips. No longer The Father, leader of Eden’s Gate, just an older brother teasing his baby brother.

“Be better off letting Judge cook for you,” Jacob comments, grinning at his flustered younger brother.

“I can cook when I want to!” John tries desperately to defend his cooking skills.

Dahlia’s laughter only gets stronger, belly aching. Despite his flustered attempts to defend his mac and cheese, John’s smiling. Jacob and Joseph chuckling while Faith is giggling. All during which Dahlia’s using her free foot to help work the ropes off of her other ankle, loosening them.

“Awwww, poor little Johnny can’t even make macaroni, so sad.”

“You know, dep-yoo-tee.” He tips her chin up with his fingers.

“Must you say it like that.” She slips her other ankle out and resists the urge to kick John, she’s not ready to escape, not yet, not with everyone around. It’d be too dangerous, probably.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your taunting is just your way of showing you care.”

“Well thank god, even you’re not that stupid.”

“John, stop hogging the deputy’s attention,” Faith says, and Dahlia can hear the pout in the older woman’s voice.

“I’m not hogging anything; I’m simply having a conversation with her.”

“You’re literally forcing her to look at you and no one else.”

John’s jaw clenches, he can’t really argue with that, now can he. The youngest brother of the Seeds reluctantly let’s go of her chin.

“Was that so hard?” Faith taunts her brother, playing with Dahlia’s hair.

The Junior deputy could probably escape right now. There are forks and knives available that can be weapons, she can’t out strength Jacob, but she can outrun him and he’s unlikely to trigger her brainwashing when the only people here for her to kill is his family.

But she doesn’t.

She decides, instead, to try to eat, since the food doesn’t seem to be killing anyone else and the smell is making her stomach growl. All she had at the Rye’s party was sweets and she’s not sure how long she was out for, so she might as well eat. That makes sense, right?

Besides, there will be better opportunities for escape, they’ll leave her alone at some point.

Her wrists are bound, and she finds herself struggling to managed to bring to fork to her mouth. But the hunk of turkey and stuffing just falls to the floor, Dahlia glaring at it.

Judge is there in a second, munching up her failure to feed herself.

“Jacob, get your mutt,” John says, trying to get Judge to leave, but he’s not listening this time.

“Leave Judge be, he’s my favorite living thing in this room,” Dahlia tells John watching the wolf finish up the table scraps, before placing his large fuzzy head on her thigh. Unnaturally bright silver eyes gazing up at her, she reaches down with her bound hands and gently scratches the rough fur behind its ear. To her surprise it doesn’t growl or pull away from the affection, instead leaning into it.

“The Judge Wolves are killing machines that run on pure instinct, not puppies for you to cuddle,” Jacob warns her, voice low and gravelly, but there’s a small grin on his lips.

“He sure isn’t turning down the ear scritches.”

“Here, deputy, it’d be easiest if I helped feed you,” Faith offers, scooping up food on a fork and holding it up delicately to Dahlia’s mouth. Her cheeks flush red, something about it just feeling ridiculous.

“I could probably, just.” Dahlia tries to take the fork from Faith’s hand, uncomfortable with the idea of being fed. Faith gently smacks away her hands.

“Don’t be silly, here.”

Dahlia reluctantly accepts the bite of food, it’s really good, she can help but smile as she swallows down the mouthful of perfectly cooked turkey and potatoes.

“Holy shit, that’s really good.”

“Language,” Joseph chides and she snorts out a laugh, his tone reminding her of Virgil.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Jacob grumbles, his mouth full of food, is he the one who cooked it?

“Ugh, your wolves have better manners than you,” John criticizes his older brother.

“Fuck off.”

“Language.” Joseph is smiling as he chides them and Dahlia hates that she is too, they’re just a family giving each other shit, enjoying each other’s company. Another time and place she’d be envious, wishing she had a family like them.

“Here, try this,” John says, offering her another forkful of food.

“I was feeding the deputy, John,” Faith grumbles when Dahlia’s attention is once again stolen away from the youngest brother, Dahlia happily accepting the food.

“I’m allowed to feed her as well, Faith.”

“Not when you’ve been stealing her attention this entire time, here, deputy.” Faith turns Dahlia’s face just as she swallows down the food, already shoveling more food into her mouth.

“Actually, you’d probably like this more.” She’s still chewing when John retorts and is shoving more food into her mouth.

This continues on and on, Faith and John tugging her attention back and forth, shoving food in her mouth. Judge licking up any bit that falls. Dahlia is struggling to choke down the inordinate amounts of food continuously being shoved in her face. It’s ridiculous and she finds herself laughing too, eventually leaving her a coughing and hacking mess when mingled with the food.

“You fucking choked her,” Jacob says, chuckling and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“See what you did, Faith.”

“I was attempting to take care of her, you were the one being greedy.”

“You’re like two little kids fighting over a toy,” Dahlia manages to say once she’s cleared her windpipe of stuffing.

“Don’t let John fool you, he’s not as young at heart or in reality as he’d like you to believe.” There’s a catty smile across Faith’s face, mischief in the glare she throws John’s way.

“Are you accusing me of being a liar? That’s rich, given your history, sister.”

“Jacob, why don’t you take Faith and John with you to start washing the dishes?” Joseph suggests, clearly trying to end the bickering before it escalates. Jacob groans and Dahlia realizes that yes, the meal is over, John and having still managed to feed themselves while fighting over feeding her.

“Come on, ya brats,” the oldest Seed tells them, as he starts to pick up dirty plates. Faith and John reluctantly follow suit.

“I am not a brat,” John attempts to defend himself a final time as the three of them take the dishes back to the kitchen to be washed. Leaving Dahlia and Joseph alone at the table, even Judge having left to follow the others.

Intense blue eyes, on her like always. She stares down at her lap, now would be a good time to make a break for it. Joseph isn’t all that physically intimidating to her, but she doesn’t do it. She doesn’t now why. But she doesn’t do that.  A shift of movement catches her attention and she watches, ready to bolt if need be, as Joseph makes his way towards her.

“What are you?”

Joseph shifts her chair to the side, and she tenses, he’ll see that her ankles are no longer tied up. He pulls up the chair that she’s now facing, moving it as close as he can because he’s Joseph Seed and personal space is a concept he’s never heard of. The Father of Eden’s Gate sits down before her, close enough that their knees touch.

“I probably let that go on longer than I should have, I apologize. It can be hard not to let them indulge in their more childish impulses…after everything my family has gone through.”

One of his hands works into her hair, cupping the back of her skull and gently bringing their foreheads together.

“Yeah…”

“I’m sure you can understand that…thank you for staying.”

“You didn’t exactly give me much choice.”

Something between a chuckle and a huff of air reverberates in his chest, the sound rich and warm. She curses herself for the smile that tugs at her lips.

“You and I both know you’ve escaped far stronger binds… thank you for giving my family this night.”

“You do know that as soon as you go to help them, I’m gonna escape, right?” She meets his eyes, as difficult as it may be for here. He sighs and she can see concern darkening his eyes. Moments like these, she has to remind herself of the pain, the suffering he’s caused, otherwise…

“I know that you think the path you’re on is the righteous one, that you’re saving people. But, the time will come where you’ll see how misguided you truly are…”

“I-”

“And when that day comes, you will crumble and fall under the weight of just how many people you damned with your ignorance and sin. But, just like New Eden, something beautiful will emerge from your collapse.”

She clenches her jaw and Joseph stands up, hand still on her head as he gently kisses the top of her head. The soft compassion of it conflicting with the weight of his words. He starts to walk back to the kitchen to help with the dishes.

“You can’t ever just talk like a normal fuckin’ person, can you?!”

[yanderegameguys]

This may be an odd request, but may I ask how the Seeds (John, Jacob, Faith) would react by being spared by an s/o deputy? Like would that cause their obsession with their s/o, or even further it? And thank you for considering this request!

Jacob feels that you are weak for not killing him. You proved that you were stronger than him so he should have been killed since he was the weaker one. He becomes obsessed with trying to figure out how you thought sparing him was a good idea. He’s fixated on becoming stronger than you so he can show you the fault of letting him live. He will work on getting back at you. You had let him live because you had pity for his past with how he grew up. Feelings will only get you into more trouble by shadowing judgement or rational thoughts. You are strong in body but weak in the mind, and Jacob feels that he has to protect you from people using your feelings against you…hypocrite. You are the only exception to weakness he’ll willingly protect… along with any future children you have. He doesn’t realize that he himself has feelings for you by wanting to be stronger than you because you are the only one worthy of being his and vice versa. He wants to show you he is worthy of being with you and protecting you. Jacob shows his obsession by not letting anyone near you because they are too weak or may attempt to hurt you.

John sees being spared by you as another second chance at life, except this time he has a chance at life that involves being with you his new savior. His feelings that came about during the times he has caught you also helps him convince himself about this new revelation. You had to have felt the same way about him if you couldn’t kill him. He’s convinced himself about your shared feelings for each other. He’ll use his money and influence to find wherever you are and stalk you carefully. He’s convinced you’re meant to be together and all he has to do is wait for the right time to take you. At the moment he’s too sinful to be there for you so he has to clean himself up before anything can happen. John shows his obsession by buying anything you look at and paying to get rid of any rivals you or he might have.

For Faith it happens because you prove that she can easily be replaced by Joseph and she doesn’t want to just be thrown away. You sparing her shows her that you aren’t as heartless as everyone else seems to think. Others would have killed her while you let her continue to live. It causes her to want to show her devotion to her TRUE savior. The one that doesn’t expect her to put her oife on the line for them. She promises to get cleaned up and under the pretence of helping find a cure for people too far gone in the Bliss, she gets to stay close to you. You are the only one who trusts her but that’s okay because all she needs is you. She’ll willingly have thousands of statues erected in honor of you if you wanted that. She’ll help clear out areas full of Bliss to help you because she’s practically immune to it. Faith shows her obsession by devoting her everything to you. She’ll literally build small statues in your honor. She will try to become everything you want in a s/o.

A/n: I hope i did your request right

[yanderehopecounty]

Yandere Seed Brothers x Female Deputy

Description: The deputy receives some strange messages over the radio while hiding in Dutch’s bunker.

Warnings: Language Rating: PG13 Words: 1,469

Requested by: @xmisswolfx

Dutch wasn’t at all surprised when the deputy clambered down the ladder of his bunker in a cold sweat. She was wide-eyed, like a doe in front of headlights, and deep purple bags hung beneath the lids. It was apparent she had not slept peacefully the previous night. “I’m afraid I might’ve made a horrible mistake,” her hoarse whisper reached the old man as he sat hunched before his radio.

“Yah think?” he managed to splutter, gesturing to the frantic cacophony of voices pouring from the radio speakers. Among them were Eli Palmer, Pastor Jerome, and even Mary May screeching in the background. “After all the work yah did for the resistance,” he silenced the chatter through the airwaves and shook his head lightly, “Sparing the Seeds? My God, Rook.”

Her head dipped low, hanging with immediate shame at her folly. “I just couldn’t do it,” she barely managed to whisper out. “I tried, but...” Burying her face in her palms, she choked out a tiny sob, “What was I supposed to do?! They told me all those stories about their past! How could I when they might have a chance to-?” The rest was cut off by another cry of despair.

Dutch watched carefully, quietly, as if he didn’t quite know how to react. Finally, he settled with a slightly agitated grunt and rose from his chair. A thumb and forefinger pressed into his eyes, rubbing harshly. For sure he was annoyed as all hell but, right now, what the deputy needed was comforting. Placing a calloused hand atop her shaking shoulder, he muttered gently, “It’s alright. Everything’s gonna be just fine. You stay here as long as you need. Think about things and I’ll keep a close eye on their movements for yah.”

Steadily, a beam rose across her features and she began to settle at the sound of his kind and reassuring words. Perhaps she really had chosen the right place to come to in this time of confusion. At least, it felt that way in the moment. Only an hour or so had passed and the two were just beginning to settle in for the night when a soft crackling kicked up from the once silent radio.

“Dep...? Where...you, Dep...?” The broken string of questions came out in an eerily familiar tone, setting a small flame blazing in her stomach. She knew that voice well, especially the way it sounded over the airwaves.

“Sweet child...only want...word...” And then there was another in a slightly different but equally familiar tone.

At this point, Rook’s blood had gone cold, turning to icicles in her veins. They were searching for her. She could only stand there, dumbfounded as the shock pierced her system. Dutch was no different, casting a concerned look in her direction before fiddling with the device so everything came in clearer.

A gruff chuckling poured from the final brother, his words as plain as day. “I guess our kitten decided she didn’t want to play anymore.”

Jacob. She knew it was him though the atrocious nickname was something entirely new.

A hiss silenced him and the Father spoke up, as calm and collected as ever. “My sweet child, I know that you are listening and I have to say...I’m surprised!” a soft but musical laugh crackled sharply, “I did not foresee this strange turn of events. It’s very naughty of you to change the rules of the game like that so suddenly but I’m nothing if not willing,” he paused to draw in a breath and she was sure that airy, smug grin of his was in its full effect. “Why don’t come on back to us? It’s no fair game unless you play as well.”

The Baptist cooed next, hardly seeming to be able to wait for his brother to finish speaking. “Yes! Come out of hiding, dearest.” An eagerness laced his rigid tone like a coiling snake. “I promise, things will be different this time, but only if you come to me in person.”

“Calm yourself, John,” Joseph warned lightly, “We wouldn’t want to scare off our new family member, now would we?”

A garbled scoff spilled from the speakers as Jacob cut in. “And what’s wrong with that? A bit of fear never hurt anyone!” He cackled, a boorish and unmannerly noise that sent a bolt of lightning straight to her knees.

She could feel them buckling under the weight of his suggestion and Dutch had to dive to catch her elbow. Grabbing on roughly, he managed to steady her swaying body. Her brain felt like it was swimming through murky water. What on earth had she done by sparing them?

“That is utter nonsense!” John sneered, clearly disgusted by the brutish man’s declaration. “Rook should be treated like a princess! Only the finest of things, personal flights in my best planes, silk sheets, designer dresses...” He seemed to lose himself in a dream-like trance, the thoughts overtaking anything else.

“You’ve got it all wrong, pal,” The ginger haired hulk of a man sniggered with the confidence of a wolf preying on a wounded rabbit. “My kitten is a fighter. She isn’t weak. I’m sure she’d enjoy surviving out in nature, on the mountains, far more than your nerdy plane obsession.”

“Whoever said she was your kitten?” he shot back, obviously in full wrath mode. “And my interests are not nerdy! I have a very refined taste and I just know that-!”

A snap from the middle brother cut him off mid-sentence. “That is enough you two!” Joseph chastised in a low, dangerous growl. “Bickering fruitlessly won’t solve any of your problems.” he paused before adding almost inaudibly, “Besides, I know for a fact the little lamb would enjoy a stroll through the Bliss gardens with me the best.”

“Oh ho ho! I see how it is!” John’s sarcasm swelled as high as he dared against the Father. All of their voices sounded at once and it seemed their argument was heating up but static was drowning them out. It was impossible to make sense of the all out brawl with everything in such discord.

The shouting faded out as the signal was lost entirely and the two bunker mates were suddenly plunged into a discomforting silence. A heaviness seemed to blanket the space and, thankfully, Dutch decided to speak up first.

“Christ, kid!” He slapped a palm to his forehead, rubbing in complete bewilderment. “It looks like you’ve gotten yourself in some deep shit with the Seeds! I’ve never seen ‘em act that way. The hell did you do??”

All the color had drained from her face and she trained wide pupils on the perturbed man. “I don’t know.” A million thoughts raced around inside her head but no conclusive ideas were met. It was true the brothers had always acted strange around her, despite her actions constantly hindering the Project. Countless of cultists had been murdered, her own hands soaked in their blood. That in and of itself should’ve been undeniably irredeemable but, apparently, it was not. Those Seed brothers sure were something else. She hated to admit it, but, they impressed her time and time again and it would be a lie to say she never thought sweetly of them. As sickening as it was, it was the ugly truth that plagued her mind like a dark curse.

Before any more of the situation could be discussed, the device sparked to life once more, catching their attention effectively.

“Oh, deputy,” John sang out in amusement, saccharine playfulness thick in his voice like honey, “Why don’t you answer us? I think you’ll be overjoyed to hear what we’ve decided!”

Rook and Dutch shared a startled look before continuing to listen.

Joseph hummed softly, the slight tune of Amazing Grace catching hold of him before melting away. “I’m very sorry you had to hear all of that. I don’t know what came over us! The solution was simple all along.” he resumed humming peacefully, having cleared every bit of turmoil between his brothers. “I quite like this new game you’ve introduced us too, little lamb.”

“Get on with it,” Jacob grunted impatiently, perhaps still clinging to a bit of bitterness from the squabble before.

The Father didn’t miss a beat, drawling onwards in that aura of tranquility he so often carried. “We will each make our own preparations. Jacob in the Whitetail Mountains, John in Holland Valley, and I in the Henbane River and then you will choose. Your home has always been with us, so I believe we will all be happy with whatever you decide.”

“Don’t make us wait too long,” John piped in urgently, not even bothering to mask the intense need harbored in his voice. “Because if you do...”

“We’ll just hafta come and get yah, kitten...”