#jacob seed x judge

[seedofjoseph]

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Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn Relationship(s): Jacob Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge Rating: T (teen and up) Words: 450 Warning(s): polyamory; pregnancy

You send your son off to sleep with a kiss on each eyelid. With a sigh as soft as the afternoon breeze, he curls up against Jacob's chest.

"Took him long enough," he whispers, one large hand of his covering the entirety of the toddler's tiny head.

"He has your eyes," you tease. "Always vigilant."

Before he can protest, you turn towards Faith whose eyes fluttered shut before her nephew's. You kiss her lashes, too, thanking her for tiring him out.

"I got the Old Man's eyes," he sunk further into the animal furs. "So did Joseph. And John."

"That's some strong seed," you poke at him again, propping yourself up on an elbow.

"You'd know, angel," he winks, playing your childish game.

"I mean it," you say, serious all of a sudden.

It startles him, but not sufficiently to disturb the slumbering child lying on top of him.

"I think he's yours," your voice is barely audible as you burrow your teeth into his bicep, biting lightly.

"Too handsome," he humors you, snapping his teeth close to your face. "Looks like Jonny when he was a kid," he smiles at the memory and at his nephew (or son). "Ma couldn't stop snappin' pictures of him."

"And now John can't stop painting him," you smile at the thought of your baby's father (or uncle) fretting over you shifting in your seat while posing for the portrait. "I wonder if they have functioning cameras in Prosperity," you speak aloud the thought of travelling outside of New Eden.

"Don't let Joseph hear you say that," he shakes his head.

Faith yawns, wrapping one lazy arm around you. "Don't let Father hear her say what?"

You and Jacob duet as you shush her.

"Oh, he's sleeping?" She speaks against your spine. "Sorry."

"She wants to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbours," he rises from the cot, heading for the crib.

"A camera," you correct him, getting comfortable in her caress.

"I'm gettin' Jonny away from his paints and we're goin' scavengin'." Jacob's joints pop as he lets go of that small, fragile bundle of flesh and bones in his arm. "Sun's still up. Who knows, maybe we'll get to snap one before it goes down."

"Look out for each other out there," Faith joins their foreheads, stroking his red and silver mane.

"Our babies need all three of their dads," you struggle to stand up in a sitting position as he places his forehead against yours. "Come back to us alive."

"Yes, ma'am," he salutes you as he stands back up and pops his back.

And, as Faith eases you back into her embrace, he smiles down on your belly which grows bigger by the day. Maybe this one will come out looking more like his unpretty self. Or, maybe, he and his brothers would have to mount you a third time.

[sunshine-gumdrop]

I wanted to see these two in New dawn setting. Judge Deputy is so underused imo. Jacob looks like a viking on the positive side ^-*

[josephseedismyfather]

Harley & Jacob

Sorry not sorry for spamming my babes but I couldn't wait to share this either!!!

Another gorgeous piece of my Far Cry 5 OC Harley Jane with Jacob done by @redreart! You, my friend, continue to blow me away with your skill and I just adore your work so much! THANK YOU! 😘 This is also for a later chapter in Afflicted, but come on, LOOK AT THEM!!! 😍😭 How could I not share this now?!

And yes, that IS a stuffed Judge Moose! 😉

[chubbysciencenerd]

Runaway Pet Fem!reader x JacobSeed

dubcon, pet dynamic, dirty talk (slight), orgasm denial, slight Stockholm syndrome towards the end idfk and if you don't like it then simply don't read it.

(NOT PROOF READ BEEN REAL BUSY LATELY BUT I HAVE SO MANY INEADS FOR STORIES IN A GOOGLE DOC DW)

You have remained captured by Jacob at his compound for just under 3 weeks now, he would bring over your radio and hold it just out of reach forcing you to listen to your friends asking you for help thinking that you're hiding as if this was all too much, you wanted them to know that wasn't the case but you couldn't. Until today, you woke up in the stupid cage he kept you in, it was inside the veterans center and inside he office at the foot of his bed. You felt like he was keeping you like a damn pet. You look and right at the front of your cage you see your radio and a piece of paper, you quickly grab both, the paper had writing on it. Don’t say anything I wouldn’t like pup, I'm listening. You immediately talk into the radio after reading the note. “Hello?..” Sharky answers almost immediately, “Deputy! Where the hell have you been?” You tear up a little as you smile knowing he was okay, “I'm being kept at Jacobs compound, Is everyone alright?” Sharky barley let you finish speaking before he responded. “Jacob Seed? Everyones okay, I can get everyone together! We can come get you, we need you bro.. Johns going… A little Crazy.” You chuckle softly, as if John wasn't crazy already. “No no, no one is to even try to come get me. It wont end well. Sharky Listen carefully, you need to tell Hudson that she's in charge now and I need you and everyone else to help her and treat her with the same respect you treat me with okay? Just until I’m out of here.” It was quiet for a minute before Sharky finally responded. “Broskie are you sure?” You smile softly responding with a simple “Positive” Jacob enters the room and gives you a soft yet wicked smirk. You look up at him nervously as you speak into the radio one last time, “Sharky, I have to go. Tell everyone to stay strong.” 

Jacob squats in front of the cage and holds his hand out, “Times up pup.” You hand him the radio hesitantly, he grabs your wrist tightly grabbing the radio with his free hand. “You smell like shit pup, I'm going to let you take a shower but there's no saying what I'll do if you disobey me. Got it?” You nod shakily, fuck.. This was probably your only chance for a while. He lets go and you snatch your hand back into the cage as he starts to unlock your cage which was more like a damn kennel for a dog, he steps to the side as you nervously crawl out standing with weak legs. He had a good feeling you couldn't run even if you wanted to. He walks over to the fridge in his office and grabs an apple and a water bottle from it and hands it to you. “For strength.” You7 take them hastily, taking a bite of the apple first and opening the water bottle drinking only about half of it, you were too smart to chug it all away. It was so nice to not eat and drink out of a bowl like a damn judge. You continue to eat the apple as he goes to a box he had brought in a couple of days ago. He pulled out 2 little travel size bottles of soap, body wash and shampoo. He sets them on the dresser before pulling out fresh clothes from the box for the deputy. After grabbing the bottles and setting them on the clothes he walks over setting the pile on the top of your cage as he lets you finish your apple. Soon enough you were practically eating the core before he rips it from you, “Did you know.. Apple seeds contain cyanide?” He chuckles before throwing away the core. “It would take around 200 apple seeds to kill someone. Just a little fact” You finish the water before grabbing the f/resh clothes and bottles. He grabs your arm roughly and starts walking you out of his office and to the nearest bathroom with a shower. “No fooling around. Let me know when you're in the shower.”

He closes the door staying inside the bathroom with you, the man was decent enough to turn around so you can strip and enter the shower. You are quick to remove your clothes and get in the shower, You mutter out a soft “Im in..” before turning on the water. Jacob turned to look at the shower to make sure you didn't try anything stupid. “Why do you have to be in here?” You ask awkwardly before putting some of the body wash on a rag that was in there. As you start to wash yourself you felt, Free.. Even though you weren't, not yet. Instead of answering he hums softly. You continue your shower and almost timed perfectly as you are rinsing the shampoo out of your hair you hear yelling and gunfire outside. “Don’t leave this room.” He growls rushing out of the bathroom grabbing his guns on the way out to see what the hell was going on. You turn off the water and quickly get dressed and start to slip your way through the veterans center and out the back without being noticed. Or so you think. You find some stuff stacked near the wall and use it to hop the fence in the back. And as soon as you hit the ground you start running like your life depends on it, once you look back you see Jacob running after you. Fuck! How did he see me? Im so fucking dead.. When you glance back a second time you see he's gaining on you, right as you start to look back there was a loose tree root that you trip over. As you try to get up you feel his weight crushing you back into the forest floor. His knee digs into your back and you hear his heavy panting as he leans over to whisper in your ear. “Pets who run away deserve a punishment.” 

As he finished speaking he moved his knees to be on either side of you, pinning you down before grabbing the waist of the shorts he gave you and ripping them down to your knees followed by the cheap panties. His rough and calloused hands grab your hips harshly before pulling your ass up and in the air. Soft pleas and whimpers escape your lips, “I wont do it again, Please!” You try everything but he doesn't give up. Your heart sinks to your stomach as you hear him fumbling with his belt and jeans and before you know it his thick head is pushing against your entrance. “If you ever think about running away again, remember this day.”  He whispers in your ear before harshly biting your neck drawing blood as he rams his full length into you harshly pulling out and quickly thrusting back in, absolutely rutting against you like a starved animal. He pounds away at your aching core as he pulls his teeth from your neck and licking along the bite soothing it before biting almost harder on the other side of you neck, you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You felt like he was splitting you open with every thrust of his cock, it was so thick and lengthy you wanted to hate it but.. You couldn't. He grabs your hair and harshly yanks your head back before growling in your ear, “I want to hear you pup.” A mixture of whimpers and moans start spilling out of your lips and he starts going back to kissing and sucking on your neck now only leaving small almost teaseful bites. He sees your hand snake between your legs and he quickly stops after one specifically hard thrust. He grabs both of your arms roughly and brings them behind your back holding them there. “Bad pets don't get to cum”

He starts rutting into you again groans escaping his own lips as he feels his limit coming, “Im gonna fucking breed you, marking you isnt enough.” He chuckles with a low voice before leaning over you and whispering in your ear again. “I'm gonna fill you up to the damn brim so you can have my pups.” You feel him smile against your neck before biting it harshly again causing blood to trickle down your neck as his hips stutter before coming to a stop, you felt so full and almost like he truly owned you now. He draws out of you painfully slowly and you gasp as  the emptiness, you felt like a part of you was missing. You look back and see Jacob tucking himself back into his pants before helping you up carefully holding you against him so he can pull your panties and shorts back up, He didn't need his soldiers to see what was his. You look at him with lost eyes trying to understand why you felt like this with one of the goddamn seed brothers. He chuckles at the priceless look on your face before picking you up bridal style. “You okay pup? I know that was rough but like I said, bad pets need to be punished.” You look up at him with a quivering lip as you rest your head against his shoulder, just because you were bad didnt mean he was the worst fucking guy he was still going to provide a little aftercare, that shit is important especially if he wants you to trust him. He starts to walk with you back to the veterans center as he softly hums Only You. Jacob had kept you in his office for a reason, He wanted you, and now.. He claimed you. You avoid the gazes of soldiers as he carries you back inside. 

He sets you on his bed before leaving, he comes back with a wet and warm washcloth, “Take off your shorts..” You look at him and weakly take off your shorts, he starts on your inner thighs wiping off whatever mess there was before sliding your panties to the side and cleaning up the main mess, his seed was leaking out of you and it made his cock stiffen in his pants causing him to growl under his breath. You weren't in the right state for anything more at the moment, He continues to clean you up before placing your panties back, for such a rough man right now his touch was soft, gentle and slow.. He was being weirdly comforting.. You wanted to hate it but still, you couldn't help but absolutely love it. It was the man you didn't love but he was destined to change that. “What do you need right now pup?” He asks, his voice weirdly soft. You can get yourself to speak still honestly in a bit of shock, He sighs laying on his bed next to you. Before your mind can even react your body starts to cuddle with him, hitching your leg up over his and your arm laying over his stomach as you rest your head softly on his chest. He softly strokes your hair crying to comfort you after that intense scene. He wanted you to love him, not hate him. With you being exhausted the last things you hear before drifting off to sleep are, “I'll make you love me pup.”

Im begging for criticism on my writing, please let me know what would make it better for you guys. Love you all and thanks so much for reading!

[i-love-hot-men-in-video-games]

Jacob Seed x Reader; All clear on the Western Front

It had been a long three nights out in the desert. I was the only newbie in our troop. Many of these men have seen war before me, especially the soldier I was partnered up with, Jacob. Man has done 2 tours and is now on his 3rd. He's the best soldier we have but he doesn't talk to anyone, just follows orders. Jacob and I were on night watch tonight, standing at our large tent door, I was standing on the left while Jacob was on my right. He'd been quiet for 3 hours now, so I decided to strike up a conversation to help the time go by faster.

"You know you could talk to me to help the time go by, I won't bite you know."

He just glanced over at me with a cold stare before looking back out on the desert.

"I get it, you're defensive, but you know you can talk to me. I'm not one to judge people."

He continued to look out into the desert, ignoring me.

"Do you really hate people that much Seed?"

"Perhaps I do, or maybe I just find you annoying."

Ouch, fucking hurtful...

"Maybe I'm just trying to be friendly."

"Maybe war isn't a time to be friendly.'

"Last time I checked we're just standing here on guard."

"Last time I checked you need to shut your mouth before you get us hazed by our sergeant."

I stared at Jacob coldly before I looked back out into the desert, sighing in frustration. About 20 minutes have gone by before I saw movement in the distance and let Jacob know.

"Jacob, movement, 10 o'clock, approximately 3 clicks away."

"Yeah, I see em."

Jacob pulled out his binoculars to assess the movement.

"We got our enemy. BOYS GET UP, WE GOT MOVEMENT!"

Jacob shouted to our troop and everyone came rushing out with guns standing by until they get close enough. Once they have, we opened fire. This was my first firefight, and I was terrified, frozen in place until Jacob snapped me out of it.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING (L/N)!? START SHOOTING!"

I looked at Jacob for a second and blinked myself out of shock. I popped a few bullets in the men's heads before Jacob dragged me away so both of us could provide covering fire. But like a moron, I decided to be a 'hero'.

"(Y/N)!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Jacob yelled out to me but I ignored him.

I ran into fire shooting trying to get every last man, but again, like an idiot I got myself shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground, switching over to my pistol to try and shoot the men until I fired my shot at the last man and I collapsed in pain.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT (L/N)!?" Jacob scolded me while the medics were assessing the damage done to my shoulder.

"bullet shot through the bone and a major artery, we gotta move em now" said the medics, my vision went hazey after a minute and eventually I blacked out. A few hours later I woke up, no one was in the tent with me except for Jacob, who had his elbows on his thighs and his head leaning against his intertwined hands looking down on the ground, I couldn't see his face, just his red hair soaking with sweat, his left leg was bouncing up and down, he seemed anxious.

"Jacob?.."

He shot straight up to look at me, his eyes were wide, he definantly was anxious, scared for me even.

"I could've sworn I thought you were dead."

"Nope, still alive, and yeah, I'm aware of how stupid my actions were. I just wanted to show you that I'm a good soldier, a tough one, by sacrificing myself. I still managed to get everyone" I said sitting up on my cot.

"Yeah, but next time, don't sacrifice yourself."

"Maybe next time you should just open up and talk to me."

Jacob took a moment to pause before answering.

"The reason why I don't talk or open up, or if I do talk I'm harsh, is because every time I opened up to someone, that person either ends up finding me disgusting, a monster, or they end up getting taken away from me in one way or another."

"I don't see that in you at all, especially now...you were scared for me weren't you?"

I could see Jacob's face turning a light shade of pink as his gaze looked away from mine.

"No...I wasn't."

"Yeahhh...you're a terrible liar. I saw the way your leg was bouncing up and down, you were anxious and worried."

"Yeah, perhaps I was..."

"Why? You don't even like me?"

"I never said that."

"but-"

"I said you were annoying, never said I didn't like you."

I stared at Jacob in awe for a few moments before looking away, contemplating my next words carefully.

"Why were you worried for me?"

"Because you're a good soldier."

"Yeah well Calvin got his damn leg blown off while we were away scouting a couple days ago and you didn't seem worried about him."

"You're a better soldier than him-"

"That can't be the only reason." I quickly said while deadpanning my words.

Jacob looks down at his feet in defeat, what he says next throws me for a loop.

"Maybe I was worried because I like you okay..."

It took me a moment to register what Jacob said.

"Y-you what?..."

"I love you..."

I stared at Jacob in disbelief. He even seemed shocked himself by what he said. Without a moments hesitation, he walks out of the tent, leaving me by myself.

A few more weeks went by and Jacob hasn't once talked to me after he admitted his feelings towards me. I finally healed up and it was my first day back as a sniper. That night, Jacob and I were on nightwatch again, standing in our usual positions. Midnight came around I tried striking up a conversation with him.

"Hey..."

"...hey."

"How have you been these past weeks?"

"fine..."

"Jacob, I'm not mad or upset, or even disgusted with your admission...if I'm being completely honest...I like you too..."

Jacob quickly jerked his head to look at me in disbelief, and all I could do was smile at him before looking out into the vast, quiet desert. We didn't talk to each other much the rest of the night.

The next day Jacob called me over to his cot in the large tent we shared with the troop.

"(Y/N), come over here..."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just um..."

I raised my eyebrows at him as a way of telling him to continue.

"I've just been thinking about what you said last night and..."

"And what?..."

Jacob looked at me with that same look of debating his next words or action. Jacob quickly walked over to me, put his arms around my waist, and pulled me into a kiss. My eyes went wide and I froze in place for a moment before wrapping my arms around him and melting into the kiss. I could feel the heat radiating off of Jacob's body. We broke the kiss and he looked at me with those gorgeous blue iris's of his.

"God you're so beautiful..." His raspy voice cuts through me as I blush from his words.

"I'd like to see where this goes."

"Yeah, me too."

I wanted to say something else but he cut me off.

"Jacob-"

"Please...call me Jake."

Sorry that my first Jacob one shot took so long for me to upload. I recently moved and went without wifi for over a week. But here it is and I hope you enjoy!

Ps. Sorry that this one shot may be short, I'll try to make them longer next time if y'all want me to.

[yeyinde]

Hi! Hope you're doing well. I just have to say that you're my favorite writer and a huge inspiration to me. Everything you write, even the small little snippets, just make me so happy.

Are you by chance still doing the WIP snippets? Cause I go feral for Jacob Seed, and when I saw you had a WIP for him I can honestly say I almost fell out of my chair.

Hiya! This is so sweet!! Thank you so much 🖤😭

Jacob Seed is one of those characters who I'd very much like to chisel open. He's so intriguing. His ideologies are so unfounded but his conviction and his reasons for them are what I find really appealing.

This is quite a deviation from what I normally do—third person, technically no reader-insert (I kindaaaaa made an OC? Oops) a bit darker (dragging me back to my slasher roots), and pulls a lot from a pseudo-religious upbringing. It is really fun to write, in theory, but is one of those fics that is mentally taxing in the sense that every piece is part of a bigger picture. Despite that, though, I could probably talk about this fic more than any others because of all the weird influences it draws from—Siken (it was originally gonna be titled war of the foxes but I felt that was a little too on the nose so I changed it to wishbone which is even more on the nose), bible mythology (in particular, the warring interpretations of Abaddon, iyjyk but also??? Abaddon and Michael, though???? 👀), and um. Cult shenanigans.

Here is a little bit about it!

He's in her head now, a sickness polluting her grey matter until it's shaded the same colour as the burning auburn around his wicked mouth. The one that splits wide, and croons about her failures, her destiny, until the rasping slur of his words are skeined tight around her gyri. Festering like a cancer she can't clove. One that sounds more like a truism each time she hears it.

Jacob has his finger on the trigger of a loaded gun with the barrel pressed tight to her cerebellum. A tool, he said. One without a master. Until now. Until him.

She can't fight him. Can't get rid of him. 

She wonders if she ever even tried.

And for some Rook x Jacob (kinda sorta but in a weird and twisted way):

Jacob doesn't give an inch even with the barrel of her Whitetailer pointed at his heart. A beat, then, where the world around her seems to shiver at the smirk he sends her way, his own hand fixed, deadly and calm, on the butt of his garish rifle. Red. 

(Of course. Of course.)

He stands on his tower, a castle of rock in the middle of the Whitetail Mountains, surrounded by unfathomable wilderness, and the broken remnants of his wolf beacons, his fallen men. His Judges. 

They lay by her feet, discarded offerings to the man who vultured her sense of self, her agency, until the person she was before all of this was lost, collateral to a war she never agreed to. She feels it sometimes, the putrefying remains of idealism and hope clawing at her skull until the tissue shreds and bleeds. Feels it like a second degree burn, a scab she can't stop picking at, and then pushes it back into its sarcophagus. It's an effigial prison in which she's both a warden and cellmate. 

It rears, now, as her patent yellow boots sink into the ribcage of a man torn to shreds by her bullets, her fists, mourning the loss of who it once was—a person of empathy and compassion. Someone who would have recoiled at the sight of viscera staining her laces, bone crunching under the soles of her feet. 

But it's gone. All she feels is annoyance. Disgust. 

They rendered it out of her. All of them pulling and tugging until bits of herself ripped apart, left behind in their regions, in their hands. Faith holds her belief. John, her compassion. Joseph, her fear. And Jacob—

Well. 

She tries not to think about what she lost in his cages. The gaping hole where her humanity once sat is heavier now that it's empty. 

It doesn't matter. Not anymore. 

Everything has been culminating to this point. To this moment. She feels the weight of it, the truth, in her bones. Unlike John, unlike Faith, only one of them will walk away from this still breathing. Her fingers tense. A proxysm. 

She finds, as the sky fades back to an endless blue and the mournful call of a loon breaks through the coppice, that she isn't entirely sure she wants it to be her. 

"Everything, all of it, has been leading up to this moment," he calls down to her, answering the unspoken assertions that bounce around the bruised fibres of her head. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice. She gets it. She hates that she does. Hates him, she thinks, even more for making her see, for turning her into his executioner so easily. "So, Deputy, what will you do?"

If it were Faith, there'd be something about the path. About choices. About submission and surrender. Giving up agency and self in the single-minded pursuit of devotion to the Father. John, maybe a taunt. A sotto voce about atonement and true self. Of life admit the torture. A baptism in pain. 

But Jacob is neither of them. 

"Are you gonna kill me, angel?" 

She thinks about it. Really does. Lets it grind down into her synapses as she imagines a world without him. A place in Hope County where they celebrate his death and burn his body on an altar, unwilling to let the cult take him back until he's charred bones and ashes. Sure, then, that he's gone. Forever. Always. No more. 

Jacob will burn. 

She thinks about it, and she shudders. 

It feels anticlimactic despite the effort he put into setting it all up. Moving beacons and men and cages and wolves. Tracking her down through the forest until she led them to the Wolf's Den, and put a bullet in the head of the only man who made her feel some sense of footing amid a crumbling world. A place that wasn't quite home but it was something. Purpose, maybe. 

It stands in sharp contrast to the dogfight between them. Jacob and his soldiers. A commander playing a game of war from the comfort of his sanctuary. They're gone, now, and she hates that she isn't, too. That no matter what she does, how open she leaves herself, he still lets her sneak up the side of his perch until she's crouched behind a log, until she can hear the weight of his footfalls as he searches for her across the blood smeared landscape. 

It's a fallacy. He knows where she is despite the engineered confusion in his tone. What was that? He asks. Come out and fight me, Deputy. You know I'll find you—

The red dot follows her, always just a few inches from where she's hiding. A farce. She hates it. Hates that he isn't really fighting her. A marksman, he said (hoorah), but the only bruises he gave her are in her mind. Mental scars. Stupid. She hates him. Despises him. 

(Hates herself even more.)

It feels like muscle memory when she peers over the ledge, her bloodied knuckles leaving smears of her fingerprints behind. He's there. Waiting. 

Killing Eli, killing phantoms. Killing men. Killing him. It all congeals in her marrow. Effortless. Easy. She's killed him so many times already that she's sure, now, she could close her eyes and find her mark. 

Over and over again, he turned to a nebula of dust when she jumped on his back, wrapping nimble fingers around his neck. Mocking words haunting her as he dissolved into the aether. The Father will protect me. You need me. Don't fight it. Just let go. You've served your purpose. Let's say you get out of this. What's next? You go back to running errands for a teenager and a housewife? You are nothin' without Eli. 

"Come out, come out wherever you are, honey," his crooning taunt makes her hackles raise. A part of her hindbrain prickles with unease. Jacob brings a certain terror out of those dormant depths—an atavistic fear coils around her jugular. "Let's finish this." 

She wants to end him. To kill and maim and bend and break until nothing is left but bones and tissue. She wants to ruin him. Wants him to ruin her. To end this conflict at the top of a precipice she never wanted to climb. 

She says nothing—not to him, to them—but scuffs her feet against the gravel for no reason other than to make him look. He whips around, hand steady on his rifle. 

"Finally done hiding, Deputy?" 

The red dot hasn't left her vicinity since she prowled after him, unleashing hell and gunfire on the men—his Chosen, his best—that tried to keep her away from him. Hiding, she thinks, and wonders if those words are a projection. 

The Whitetailer—the only anchor she's had since she found it laying behind in an abandoned cabin—hums under her fingers. Pulses with the blood rushing through her veins. It's always been heavy. An SA50 isn't easy to carry across a landscape she mostly ventured on foot (as the near constant ache between her shoulders can attest to), but it feels both heavier and lighter than before. Another contradiction of many since she walked out of the Den and into a world on fire. Since she slit his throat and watched him turn into cosmic dust. 

It's steady, though. Unwavering. There's a gash on her arm from one of his Chosen. A bullet in her thigh. The unhealed wounds—bliss bullets and arrows—twinge with pain when she tenses her muscles, breathes in deep. Her broken ribs scream. She feels like more like a throbbing contusion than she does an actual person, still caught in the tendrils of her conditioning where his voice echoes in her head, the last notes of a song that turned her world into ashes. Only youuu… he'd crooned.

Only you. 

Only ever you. 

She gets it now. 

Or, she wishes that were true. It isn't. It isn't because maybe she's known all along. Since the bunker. Since Pratt. One, two, three. One, two, three. And then he's got you. Since she blinked into cognisance surrounded by the fallen bodies of the militia who didn't survive the training, who had bullet wounds that matched the shots she took in Jacob's trial. 

Since she went back to the Grand View and walked through the rows of cages in the parking lot. 

She gets it. 

She knows what she has to do. 

Her grip doesn't falter when she aims up. Up. His stomach. His lungs. His heart. 

"You can't. You're done. You've served your purpose, and now it's time to accept your place, Deputy. Where you belong." 

She thinks of Tammy. Of Wheaty. There's nothing left for her. Not anymore. 

Nothing except—

She wonders if there's a flash of panic in his cerulean eyes. A brief flicker of fear. But all she sees is contempt. 

"If I die, you'll be lost forever—"

She pulls the trigger. 

[floral-and-fine]

Change in Me part 2

Jacob Seed x female reader

part 1

warnings: modern AU

summary: Jacob is a retired veteran who reluctantly helps his new neighbor one day. As a way to say thank you, she invites him over for dinner. This leads to Jacob having conflicting feelings especially as their relationship progresses.

a/n: Sorry for the wait! I’ve had this done for awhile… hopefully I’ll start part 3 soon! Thank you @ewokiee

When the large work truck pulled into the yard next door, Judge, Meat, and Recruit all perked up, rising from their spots on the sofa and headed towards the door. Even Jacob was curious when he heard the truck door slam, slowly getting up from his chair, he wandered over to the window. 

His curtains were drawn. In fact, they had been that way since that night. It was all part of his plan to ignore you. He stayed holed up in his house most of the day, only leaving when he was absolutely positive he wouldn’t run into you. Fortunately, you stuck to your usual schedule, making it easy for him to avoid you. 

Though, he didn’t want to linger on the fact that he learned your whole routine in such a short time of you moving in. He also didn’t want to think about how he kept having those dreams about you even though he hadn’t seen you since dinner that night. 

With his index finger, he carefully parted the curtains just enough to take a peek. His jaw clenched as he watched the stranger in his gray coveralls and tool belt nonchalantly approach your door. 

Jacob huffed and turned away. He didn’t like this at all. 

He paced back and forth, frowning while trying to convince himself that he didn’t care and that he didn’t want to be the one helping you. This was a good thing, you should get help from some other man. It was better than bothering him. Plus, this guy wouldn’t care, and you wouldn’t invite him for dinner, he was getting paid to do this after all. 

But then he heard you laugh, it was a sweet little giggle that rang in the air lightly catching his attention. Immediately, he found himself at the window again, this time glaring at the exchange between you and the worker.

You swayed slightly side to side with your hands behind your back as you gave the stranger a friendly smile while explaining the issues you were having with the plumbing. The man was grinning like an idiot, in response, his hand rubbing the back of his head like he never spoke to a pretty girl before. 

Jacob’s stomach twisted into knots, he hated himself for letting this get to him, he wished he never got involved with you at all, but what he wanted most this very moment was to punch that man’s stupid face. 

Without thinking, Jacob marched outside. He had no idea what he was going to do or say, but he couldn’t ignore it and he couldn’t just stand there and watch that fool gush over you.

“Hey,”  Jacob said gruffly, but still friendlier than usual, as he walked over to your house. 

You blinked in surprise, but immediately smiled at Jacob. It was far better than the smile you gave the plumber. You looked happier, brighter, prettier for him. In fact, your entire face lit up and your eyes sparkled when you saw him. 

That alone eased the rage he was feeling moments ago, he could tell you preferred him over this other guy. 

Getting a better look at the stranger, Jacob wanted to laugh, he was obviously weak and puny, didn’t look too smart either. On plumber’s gray coveralls was a name patch that read Guy. 

Jacob resisted the urge to knock him flat on his ass. Instead, he kept his eye on the prize and turned his attention towards you. 

“What’s the problem?” Jacob asked, pushing past Guy as he walked up the porch stairs. He stood right between you and the wimp, making sure all you could see was him.

He could feel Guy staring at his back, probably angry at him for just showing up and interrupting his poor attempt at flirting with you. 

“One of the drains is clogged and the water pressure in the shower is horrible,” you explained, looking up at Jacob. 

“I see,” Jacob muttered quietly, before leaning in towards you. He was so close that you could feel his breath tickling your cheek as he continued. “Got a minute to talk?” He whispered.

“Sure,” you nodded, curious as to what he wanted to discuss. 

In an oddly familiar fashion, Jacob placed his large hand on your lower back and guided you back inside your house. Before going into the house, he shot Guy an ugly look, somewhere between a scowl and a snarl. 

“What is it?” You asked, tilting your head. 

“I can do it,” Jacob stated plainly. 

“Do what?”

He sighed, “I can fix the clog and the water pressure.”

Your eyes went wide, stunned by his generosity once again. “Really?”

Jacob nodded looking at his boots for a moment, “It’s an easy fix.”

He didn’t know that for sure, plumbing was one of those things where a small job could easily turn into a big one, but he didn’t want that plumber around, so he’d do it and get it done. 

“Oh my god! That would be such a big help!” You clapped your hands together and bounced on the balls of your feet. “And I’d much rather have someone I know than some strange man, especially with it just me and Bonnie in the house.”

Jacob looked up and met your eyes, he hadn’t really even considered it like that. Why hadn’t he?  He knew better than most how dangerous this world can be, he knew not to trust people and keep them at a distance. 

His eyes narrowed. You were right, absolutely right, with it just being you and the babe, it wasn’t safe or smart letting just anyone in. Perhaps that’s why he rushed over. 

“Ever think about upgrading the security here? Better locks, maybe even a security camera or motion sensor lights?” He questioned, his mind already racing. 

You shrugged, “Sounds great, but I can’t really afford all that right now.”

Jacob grit his teeth, mulling it all over. 

“I better go explain to the plumber that his services are no longer needed,” you said, heading towards the door. 

Jacob’s hand caught your arm, fingers wrapping around it right above the elbow. “We’ll talk more about the security stuff later, I’ve got some stuff around the house I ain’t using.”

“Thank you, Jacob.”

A sudden cry from upstairs drew your attention. 

“Sounds like Bonnie just woke up from her nap,” you said, shaking your head. “Do you mind telling the plumber he can go?” You asked Jacob. 

He nodded, watching for a moment as you rushed upstairs. 

Jacob stepped back onto the porch, arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at Guy. “You can go,” He said bluntly. 

“Oh uh, but, what about…” Guy stammered almost incoherently, immediately stepping back as Jacob took another step forward. 

Guy licked his lips nervously, “S-sorry about anything I may have said earlier to your girlfriend, didn’t know she was spoken for.”

Jacob paused, raising his eyebrow, but didn’t bother to correct him. “You better be,” he threatened, getting some kind of twisted pleasure watching the guy squirm. 

“Yeah, of course, I'll just be on my way now,” Guy explained, practically running towards his truck, afraid to accidentally piss Jacob off. 

As the work truck pulled away, Jacob relaxed a little, he felt triumphant watching the puny man scurry. 

Figuring you still had your hands full, he went back to his house to gather some tools and supplies so he could get started right away.  

…

Cleaning off his hands with an old rag, Jacob smirked watching the water run from the shower head. He did a damn pretty good, the water pressure was nice and strong, and the kitchen sink was draining again like it was brand new.

He felt a strange sort of satisfaction, on one hand he was proud of his work, of course, but he also felt good, he felt right. Taking care of you and your daughter felt right, even if you weren’t exactly his. Yet, there was a small voice in the back of his head that kept saying it was just a matter of time. 

“Hey,” you chirped, popping your head in. “Turkey sandwiches alright for lunch?”

“Sounds good,” Jacob answered. “Just gotta clean up this mess and I’ll be down.”

You nodded before skipping back downstairs. 

Walking down the steps, he paused at the last one and took in the scene before him. You were on the couch, your legs curled underneath you as you watched local TV while eating. Bonnie was on the rug, stacking blocks and babbling about all sorts of things. It was an endearing picture, simple and peaceful. 

He noticed a plate sitting on the coffee table for him and the vacant spot on the couch across from it. Then a thought crossed Jacob’s mind that he was the piece missing from this picture. 

Finally spotting him at the bottom of the staircase, you turned slightly and smiled patting the spot next to you. “Come have a break and some lunch!”

Jacob groaned a little as he sat down, he didn’t like to admit it, but he wasn’t a spring chicken anymore. He picked up half of his sandwich and took a couple of big bites. 

The noise of the TV was drowned out as he focused on eating. He wasn’t big on television or movies really, he used his time more productively, typically working on his home, garden, or preparing for the future. When he did relax he read or played with the dogs. Occasionally, he’d go camping or fishing for a few days. He wondered if you’d ever like to go with him. There was a place close by where he could rent a cabin by the lake, nice and remote. Suddenly he sensed you tensing beside him. 

On the news, there was a report about a missing child, apparently the kid was taken from his home in the middle of night right from his bed. 

Your eyes furrowed with worry and sadness, staring at the screen while the reporter went into further detail. Instinctively you reached out and held Jacob’s hand. You squeezed it tightly, becoming engrossed in the news story. 

Jacob hadn’t really been paying attention until he felt your hand on his. He gazed over at you from the corner of his eye, your face was quite expressive, he could tell almost exactly what you were feeling and thinking. 

You were concerned about the safety of your own child, thinking about  how you would do anything to keep her safe. He knew it probably wasn’t easy to be a woman on her own, especially with a small child. 

He almost missed the warmth of your hand as you pulled it away grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. 

“Sorry,” you muttered, unsure why you felt like you needed to apologize or explain. “But I couldn’t hear any more of that.” 

He looked at you, and with a little hesitation patted your knee, “you’ll both be alright. I’ll make sure of it.”

Your eyes softened taking in the tough older man, he appeared so serious when speaking and honest, something about how his blue eyes didn’t waver when he spoke and the tone of his voice was calm and soothing. 

Jacob cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how that may have come out, “We’ll get you set up with better security starting tomorrow.” 

“Oh, yeah, right,” you laughed lightly. “Of course.”

You saw Jacob out, carrying Bonnie in your arms. “Good night!”

“Night,” he muttered back. 

Jacob could hear his dogs from the porch making a fuss, but his mind was preoccupied. He was already thinking of installing a motion sensor light outside your house, changing the locks to the front and back door, maybe he could even convince you to have one of the dogs over at your house. He’d pity anyone stupid enough to break into his home with his pack waiting. Either way, he’d make sure you were safe.

[rgs-savant-praytell-airor]

50. 50. 50. 49

2012 Peter. Young. Power.cross

Amats. Jfk.rp. justin12 blue.pa

Obama. Kevson trump.gw robert.k

12 dikriz. Scitz. 2012. Mike.tasc.dre

Kp. Ts. S. X.

Invega.nde.ciggwe Electricity

Truth.spirit. dario.mansion

Mom pain. 199g gma.eld.unc.fb.twit.ut

Rih. Magdelin

P1. Soulmate

Anal angel hs son

Enoch elijah 2001 feeds into 2012 imagine.

So does robert karla blue bones etc.

Juiced by the scitz jfk jesus kevin mansion.

Empowered authorized by Young I'm 12.

Focus on dick riz flesh(remember I glowed in prison) and calling forth summoning commanding amats.

Invega and connection to mom pain(spirit of all women) bowing ciggaweed, braces off teeth breathing or talking and anger authority one with the lungs and cali count down focusing all the girls as one furthering the power of the scitz. Then 199g gma etc electricity and heaven and radiation and the lotto and social media. All scitz power embodied by the dick riz 12 tribes summoning amats or more scitz. Also childhood the endless shadow game sodomy lying feeding 2012 pain and the angel son feeding 2012, and the 12 blue and youth 12apostles go hand in hand and funneled into cv stomach heaven pushing the scitz and or amats.

Boosters include

Trump.gw feeds into obama then powering jfk upholding 2012 me america. The angel army traveling back in time threwout history we are more than them nutrients of the scitz america john. Also remember the formula of the army as ive written b4 starting with the flow of ciggaweed or tar lungs breath faith forever ever ever tumor(rawscitzpower) combined with natasha.mikeburns.uncle1bill. Infused with all the power of the mental hospital visits relationship birds and daddy 1* mill blue faith and 20 savages then 77 savages of bodyguard romans. Also mewtwo(oldman) sword(amgel of wrath) and the riz.

Remember and know what your surroundings mean and of course the body parts and its scitz definition as I said, a good amplifier is remember left leg hillsong dre right leg justin catholic church, catholics stay in one place hillsong walkes the long way home aka judgement, you can just stand and move your knees and the paradox will amplify the scitz or and amats, remember the dick riz flesh and rgs blood and reparations black white equality even how the Spaniards raped the Spanish and reparations of American rapture authority emboldened faith as you rotate or smoke or meditate. Also remember grayson blue adamentium 300 mill breathes when breathing and drinking water.

P.s. when people talk just judge them as negative because most of it is coffee or gossip and amplify the faith as you smoke and or w.e. movie your seeing or television in real life, you judge them by saying they sinned and adding momentum and power as you smoke to the original judgement and leave them with a seed in their heart of fate or pour it all into them if you judging them, like waves of energy flowing into the main conduit leaving behind a small wave to whoever or whatever passed by in their heart but also know its a seed.

P.s.

50 50 50 49 tyhomas invega elec

Riz,butterfly2,locust/mill ,jerk,elecbud,anal high school angel son

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123321 1221

Jelly fish / meg

12 12 12

Good rotation for an itch.

And Mike burns, natasha, uncle encounter, p.a. salute we repent.

As a boost to the itch

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Remember blanco Moreno boriqua, the chip 😂 scitz scitz scitz

Jacob israel Abraham

Forever ever ever

Everlasting to everlasting.

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Shining light endure if, Touch not mine annointed

Chipy.

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Also withe the 50s

Ridgewoodmansion,kevmansion,manhattanbunker,mike/robcrib,hostelfish,1722/dariomansion

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Things to remember in the shadow game as they all lie for that high.

50s

All your souls belong 2 me, all scitzos must bow/isaiah most pain, killer of mexico/isaiah great weapon, p.a. rider swat storm blue law,root of david Nancy 50g bail elec brain weed pain of all women/ obey, grayson 2012 azazel kiss ass leak Carlisle hospital runaway attempt athletes foot,

Then rotation justin dad etc etc sons etc etc 2012 obey.Grayson apocalypse of elijah, great beef chop weapon. Judgement to wormwood.

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North Korea South Korea Japan

Blanco Moreno boriqua

Christain Islam hagakure

1 billion man army

Black flags of Afghanistan mahdi

1g reign and the immortal soul race

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Don't forget my precious locust army

Staff.Manasseh ephraimT.s. fans.

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Biggie smalls da dondada aka king of Saudi arabia

[jacobseedvaas35]

Jacob Seed X Ava Pearce ♥️ (headcanon photos)

Where they met for the first time:

Joseph Seed’s Compound on the day Joseph held his sermon

Where did they go for a date:

It took jacob roughly 5 attempts to ask Ava out and when he finally had the courage, they went to the Spread Eagle for their first date. It was an amazing first date, with drinks and dinner, then Ava participated in a bit of karaoke. Jacob loved her voice and couldn’t wait to hear her sing more songs.

Where did they first kiss?

Jacob and Ava’s first kiss happened on one of the mountains in Jacob’s region, on their second date. Which Jacob organised a picnic on the top of the mountain so they can enjoy the view as well.

Where did they have their first sex?

Believe it or not, Jacob and Ava couldn’t resist their mischief sides and actually had their first sex behind Joseph Seed’s church. Something John Seed would do but Jacob bet him to it. There were so many other romantic places they could have done it but that particular day, Jacob was turned on from the dress Ava had worn 😂

Where did they get married?

Jacob proposed to Ava in front of Joseph’s church, after she finally met his brothers and sister. This was 1 year after they started dating. A few months after he proposed, Jacob and Ava got married in Joseph’s church which was full of peggies and some of Ava’s resistance friends. The Sheriff walked Ava down the aisle. Hudson was her maid of honour while John Seed was Jacob’s best man.

Where do they live?

Quite simply, they live in the Veterans Centre. Though Jacob was okay for them to move into a small cabin in Whitetail Mountains, Ava actually preferred to live at the centre. Jacob promised her that he’d renovate the centre to make it look more homey and comfortable for them. Especially when the children come along.

How many children do they have?

Jacob and Ava have twins. A boy; Aydin Seed. And a girl; Elise Seed. They are the only children of Jacob and Ava. Elise is very much a daddy’s girl. She has Jacob wrapped around her tiny finger. While Aydin is a mommy’s boy. Both children love their parents and love going out on bush walks with their father and his judges. Currently Aydin and Elise are three years old and both are ginger just like their father.

Hope you all enjoyed my little headcanon of my OC and Jacob Seed 🥰 I love them both very much. Ava means a lot to me so I am finally glad to have put her out there for everyone 🥰

[flaggermuser]

First line meme

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.

Tagged by my bby @possumteeths <3 mwah mwah mwah

Locked in - Fallout 3: Female Lone Wander x Butch Deloria This is a dubcon fic - Lorelei and Butch are stuck in his quarters until morning

Lorelei sighed; her hand raised to knock on the door of the DeLoria’s quarters.

Devotion - Far Cry 5: Female Deputy x Joseph Seed The Hope County Sheriff's Department is freed.

The Project never sleeps.

An Assassin Calls - Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Beatrice Crane (OC) x Jacob Frye This one is my baby, I am very proud of it. Jacob and Evie meet up with a childhood friend

"Over the years I have established a number of connections across the city.”

As I Went Down To The River - Far Cry 5: Lily May Proctor (OC) x John Seed

John Seed sees a pretty woman and wants to sleep with her, Joseph says no. The title comes from a traditional American song.

Tranquillity.

Atonement - Far Cry 5: Female Deputy x Joseph Seed Heed the tags - Joseph Seed lovebombs Rook

“Bless the name of those who have dealt you blows. Be grateful to those who have caused you harm. For it is these sufferings that have led you to me.”

Kindred Spirits - Far Cry 5: Ivy-Rose Leigh (OC) x Jacob Seed

A woman goes to Hope County to die, is dragged before the Judge and he saves her life. The first line is from a song called This is War by Smile Empty Soul - Ivy-Rose is a veteran.

‘I'm just a normal man, I wouldn't hurt nothing at all, but here we are’

Down With The Devil - Stranger Things: Reader x Eddie Munson Local preacher's daughter corrupted by adorable metalhead. Fic starts with the opening monologue from Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden

Woe to you, o'er Earth and Sea.

For He Is My Shepherd, I Shall Not Want - Discord Slasher: Reader x Kyle Shepherd This fic has non-con elements - Reader is the final girl who is pursued by a man in a sheep mask

They’re dead.

Now You're Mine - The Boy 2016: Octavia Burrell (OC) x Brahms Heelshire This fic is dubcon - Octavia learns the truth about Brahms, loses her mind and stays with him

Octavia braced herself with her hands firmly clutching the sink, her head bowed as the tears fell and the full realisation of her situation finally sunk in.

A Wife For Tommy - The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Reader x Tommy Hewitt This fic contains slurs - Self-indulgent fic where the reader is my height (5ft 1in/155cm) and becomes Tommy Hewitt's teeny tiny wife.

Fuller, Travis County.

Tagging with no stress: @ventiswampwater @visceravalentines @brimbrimbrimbrim @languidcryptid

[seedofjoseph]

homebound

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 700

Author's Note: I've already confessed my preference for a possessive male love interest (link), so that's the romance trope I'm guilty of in this one.

Jacob Seed pulled back your leash the night you stepped foot out of his sight.

It turned out that his collar was tighter than you thought, as he tracked your scent down in spite of you splashing through every stream on your way down the Whitetail Mountains.

Under the full moon, surrounded by snarling Judges and challenged by his Chosen, you shivered. Then, bitting down on your thrumming heart with clattering teeth, you braced yourself for their Bliss bullets. Yet, none ever got to graze your gooseflesh that night.

"Hold your fire," you heard him howl before he manifested in the moonlight. "At ease," he lowered his hand, and the others lowered their guns with it. "C'mere," he called to you as if you were one of his Judges.

You disobeyed him, standing up as straight and as tall as your shivering spine allowed.

"C'mere," he waved you over as if you were one of his bitches. "Let's get you back home."

"I'm not going back into that kennel," you barked, voice breaking and chest heaving.

Under the moon, in the spotlight, your wet shirt clung to your skin, to the swell of your breasts and their perked-up peaks. And you only saw yourself exposed through his eyes, through the glare he gave his men as he grazed past them.

"At attention."

Because he could stand both straight and tall, he did, and all the others around him averted their gaze as he advanced toward you. With one last glower, he shot down the stares of the soldiers further undressing your form.

"I warned you, angel," Jacob Seed said softly, like a lullaby. "I warned you 'bout strayin' from the path. You must be fuckin' freezin'." He undressed, stripping the jacket off of his shoulders, and suspending it in the air, up at around your height. "C'mere," he called to you, like a song refrain you already knew.

Stepping into the open jacket, you sighed when its warmth was wrapped around your freezing shoulders.

"That's it."

And you gasped when you were gathered into his arms and your feet stopped touching the ground.

"That's a good girl."

With his arm around your sore shoulders, his hand squeezed your bruised bicep. With his other arm under both of your knobby knees, he turned around

"There a problem, soldier?" He raised his voice once more, directing it at the man who didn't divert his eyes from you, from his angel.

"N-no, sir."

"We're moving out," he began his trek back to the truck. Back home.

"Yes, sir."

You were halfway up the mountain and all the way up in Jacob Seed's lap when realization set in, seeping into your bones like the icy streams you crossed to wash off his scent: your collar was never coming off.

He words seeped into the base of your skull, his nose buried into the knotted hair at the back of your neck. "Did you think you were free?" He breathed you in, the ravenous rumbling in his chest vibrating through the back it was set against. "You've forgotten your purpose." And his words now seeped into your spine, into the pit of your stomach and bottom of your belly. "You've forgotten who you belong to."

When his tongue lapped up the salty sweat and fresh water running down the side of your neck, you tasted your own hunger on yours. And when you swallowed the scent that surrounded you, the scent that clung to his jacket, you also distinguished the dampness in your already wet jeans. And the musk marinating in his own.

Your seat was hot because Jacob Seed was hot. And the bulge he sat you down on was burning, not nursed by the friction forming between it and your bottom.

When his lips latched onto that strip of skin covering your jugular vein, you tilted your head to make room for his teeth.

His canines pressed against your pulse, and his hand came around to tighten around your throat. "Mine." As his fangs forced themselves into your flesh, you felt the pull of his leash and the squeeze of his collar. "You're mine."

You swallowed a scream and wound up your spine like a bow against his chest, your cushiony ass arching back against his hard cock. And he licked at your wound, winding the invisible collar even tighter and visibly marking you.

"You belong to me."

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Another rendition of the judge and jacob!

[silverapplestock]

'Oh, my love, don't forsake me

Take what the water gave me

Lay me down

Let the only sound

Be the overflow'

~

Joseph performs the baptisms when he has a favourite.. 👉👈

[jacobsknifeplay]

Red Fantasy

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A/N: Long time no see~ it's been ages since I wrote something and just like last time this was a spontaneous idea that I suddenly got at 1 am when I was getting ready for bed. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1K I think

Warnings: Abuse, torture I guess? and more abuse. Also I am on mobile and cannot do the "read more" option so I apologize for the giant block of you are trying to skip this.

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    She walked the room with feather light sound emitting from her feet. Like a ghost in flesh roaming around with purpose. Soft sweets hums filled the room in a faint embrace as she gathered the items required to tend to her bow spread out before her. Sitting on the beaten down couch Ruelle watched Elisha go about her routine. She was in an exceptionally good mood today. Singing that unknown tune again that has become all too familiar by now. Ruelle had tried asking where it was from in the past, but the sight of Elisha’s soft smile fading and her shoulders tensing was a clear indicator the subject was uncomfortable. She had still given her an answer. 

   “The Platters.” was all she said. Short and almost reluctant to share but an answer nonetheless.

    From across the room Elisha sat by the corner table with her legs crossed. Her bow rested on her lap as she coated it’s wooden frame with thin ointment on a cloth. Her humming turned into hushed words. Whispering lyrics only she knew to a rhythm only she heard. Closing her eyes she sighed as she allowed herself to swoon to the memories and feelings. Opening her eyes again she continued with her work and resumed her humming. Glancing from beneath her lashes she arched a brow at Ruelle.

    “How long are you going to stare at me before you ask?” She teased, her voice hoarse yet warm and gentle.

    Ruelle didn’t flinch or coward away at this. The corner of her lips curled upward slowly, a huff of air releasing through her nose. 

    “So you’ve noticed?” She tilted her head down slightly to compliment her raised brows then looked away with belated realization “You’ll humor me?” Her double take made Elisha chuckle nervously.

    “A ‘penny for your thoughts’ if you will.” She braced herself. Ruelle always found a way to surprise her. She wasn’t fond of surprises or direct questions but more often than not they were refreshing. She was betting on that fact that this will be no different. Absentmindedly Elisha puffed her chest in anticipation. Ruelle eyed the floor as she pondered what to ask. She had so many questions, every time she got one answer two more questions would take its place. So very curious she was but Elisha only provided so much at once. She tried to think of a tricky question, something that could have a domino effect, anything at this point really.

    “Ok, how about the story behind how you discovered this Plates group.” She perked.

    Elisha released her breath in a scoff, finally becoming aware she was holding it in, before proceeding to cover her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. Resting her elbow on the edge of the table she turned away and cleared her throat. Tracing her lips with her fingertips she faced Ruelle once more in a composed manner. 

“You mean The Platters?” She corrected.

    Ruelle’s eyes widened slightly at her mistake. Her ears slowly began to burn and her cheeks flushed. Looking down at her hands she smiled sheepishly. 

    “Yes, them. The Platters.” She corrected herself.

    Elisha looked away once more and nibbled at her fingernails in thought. Her mind frantic to find the right words to say. Who was Jacob to her back then? A master, in a teaching sense? Her owner? She only referred to him as a friend when coating his identity every time she would tell a story. Side glancing the woman on the couch she sighed nervously.

Ruelle was patiently waiting for Elisha to gather herself. 

    “Well..” She began after a few moments of silence. “Back when I was in my early twenties. Before the collap-” Catching her mistake mid sentence Elisha closed her eyes for a brief moment. Burrowing her brows she grew irritated with herself for allowing her mind to slip and think of Joseph in that split second. He was gone so he needed to be gone from her mind too. Ruelle always thought she was being too hard on herself for this. She watched her glare out the window in silence. Blinking several times Elisha shook her head and continued. 

    “Before the bombs fell, I was a cop and I encountered this.. Gang.” Grabbing her bow she rearranged its position on her lap to continue coating it. Inwardly smiling at the twisted reality her story was taking. “During one of the many encounters with this group I was kidnapped by the leader who then caged me like a dog and proceeded to starve me all the while exposed to the harsh seasonal weather.” She stated nonchalantly. 

    Ruelle’s eyes widened in horror. She had only asked about a music group. She had expected a broken love story or a childhood memory but not this. Instinctively covering her mouth she curled into the couch but continued to listen with eager.

    “With his gang it was a matter of join or die.” Setting the bow to the side to dry she continued on with the set of three newly made arrows. They still needed the feathers to be applied at the end. 

“But if he saw potential in you, he’d do everything in his power to change your mind. He didn’t mind if you died in the process though, it was always survival of the fittest with him.” Gathering the iconic set of owl feathers she uses she brought them closer to her so that she could start fletching. 

“He was very enthusiastic about all of this. Very well informed too, almost too informed. He relied on traditional conditioning.” Pausing once more she peeks another glance at Ruelle who looked like a child listening to scary stories by the campfire. “Ever heard of that?” She smirked not so much at her but at the irony of the situation. How he had once asked her the same thing with that gleam in his eyes. She sighed inwardly at the memory.

Ruelle nodded stiffly “It’s what’s used to trains dogs or any animal for that matter.” She said with caution in her voice. Almost too afraid to be right and trigger something at the same time.

“He just… Saw you all as animals.” She stated. “And people followed that?” She narrowed her eyes in disgust, inwardly cringing as Elisha simply nodded at her. She had assumed many things about Elisha’s past but this was surely not part of it. She said it was survival of the fittest and yet she was the only one around to tell this story. Ruelle straightened her back as she looked at the woman before her with a renowned perspective. Survival of the fittest and there she sat before her still young and strong; a true survivor. 

“Now to get to the point of your question. He always, and I mean always, had the same song playing over and over. It was his favorite.” Holding the last arrow between her fingers she turned it to examine her work. “It was-”

“It was by The Platters.” Ruelle whispered in shock. She remained still on her spot like a deer in headlights, but her mind began racing. Wondering why she would humor the memory by singing the same song he did. Why did she seem so happy singing it. Just why.

Elisha chuckled as she watched Ruelle spiral down into her mind. “Not the story you were hoping for?” She mocked knowing full well she left several things unexplained. “Don’t worry, the story has a happy ending.” She stated as she began to string up the bow. “I killed him, took everything that defined him-” Finishing the last end she stood straight and looked down at Ruelle with confidence now that wasn’t there before “And I made it my own.”

Grabbing her quiver and bow she made her way to the door. “Come, we better get going.” Standing by the doorway she looked over her shoulder and watched Ruelle scurry to get her things. Smiling softly she pondered for the first time if telling her the truth was an option. Could she handled it? 

[garden-of-seeden]

Love

(Jacob x Reader)

Inspired by all the love ‘Home’ got, May I present you the sequel!

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You woke to the soft pitter patter of feet at your bedroom door. You gently prodded at Jacob who had you close to his body.

“Honey...” Nothing came from the man, except for a small grunt. “Honey, Jacob, they’re up...”

He cracked open a eye that twinkled with a prankish glint, and then pushed you out of bed.

A yelp of surprise came out of you as you fell to the floor, “What was that for?!”

He grinned as he moved to get up, “Waking me up.”

You promptly threw a pillow at him, letting out a small huff. He in return let out a chuckle as he grabbed clothes out of the dresser next to the bed. You got up and dusted non existent dirt off and while walking past you with his clothes Jacob gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You took a pair of jeans and one of Jacob’s shirts out and threw them on. You then headed out to the kitchen where you found your twins happily munching on cereal.

“Luna where does the milk go?” You questioned picking up the milk jug off the counter.

She stood up and grabbed the jug struggling with its weight she muttered, “The fridge, Ma. I’ll put it up...”

Gently stopping her you took the jug, “I’ll do that.” She happily gave the jug over and went back to her chair and continued with her cereal.

“How my two little wolves today?” You smiled as Jacob came from behind the twins and ruffled their hair.

You put the jug up in the fridge as Luna answered her dad, “Great! Ash almost said a word this morning!”

Your eyes softened as you looked at the trio. Ash had thyroid cancer when he was little and during surgery they damaged some nerve, then after that he couldn’t speak. You and Jacob tried to explain this to Luna, but she wouldn’t budge. She was determined to get her brother to talk.

Ash beamed a smile at Luna as they spoke in the only language he could speak, sign language. You smiled fixing yourself a mug of coffee as you watched your two children interact.

You let out a content remembering the day you gave birth.

Your water broke in the middle of Jacob training the future soldiers of the cult. He had brought you there because you were almost due and he didn’t want anything bad to happen when he wasn’t around.

He kept calm infront of the soldiers but when you two made it to the infirmary room, you could tell he was nervous.

You softly put your hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes and reassured him, “Jacob, everything’s gonna be okay. We’re going to have this baby, we’re gonna bring them home, and everything will be okay.”

Then everything went fuzzy as the contractions started. Pain after pain. Pushing out the bundle of joy that was Luna. You could only remember Jacob’s face as you squeezed his hand during it all. The doctor looked back in between your legs again and told you keep pushing, you did it without question.

Jacob instantly wasn’t overjoyed, “What do you mean keep pushing?! “

The doctor kept his focus on his task, “Twins.”

And after everything, Jacob held two bundles of fiery red hair, Luna and Ash. He relaxed, and softly rocked them as you laid there watching him. “They have your eyes.” He lovingly whispered looking up at you.

You could tell that he soften considerably after that. Around the home he did at least. He just got 2x harsher with soldiers, after he realized that he was training the soldiers that would one day protect his children out in the world.

“Got to go now.” Jacob said tearing the kids off of him, “Dad has to go work.”

“Can’t we go Dad?” Ash signed.

Jacob looked at you. You both knew that The Veteran’s Center wasn’t a place for children. Too much violence, too much blood, too much that could go wrong.

You sighed and leaned against the counter, “Maybe next time kids.”

“Can we go see uncle John?” Ash signed hopefully.

“No, you both remember what happened last time.” Jacob said. You both knew John wasn’t over it.

“Uncle John! Look! I made dress!” Luna held out a cut up version of one of John shirts that almost resembled a dress. Then right behind her Ash walked in with one pair of his sunglasses, broken sunglasses.

“700$ down the drain.” John muttered blankly from shock.

“Let’s do that tomorrow.” You said still remembering how John restrained himself from throwing hands with 7 year-olds.

“But moooom! You say that all the time!” Luna whined.

“Listen to your mom Luna.” Jacob said sternly, then soften and crouched down, “Tell you two what, I gonna bring you two a surprise when I get home.”

Ash smiled and Luna gasped, “Really?”

Jacob smiled, “Only if you two behave yourselves. That means no fighting, no making huge messes. Luna, that also means no climbing up the side of the house, you almost put your mom in the grave last time.”

“But dad! Ash dared-”

“No buts.” Jacob looked at the now glum kids, “Understood?”

“Yes dad.”

With that Jacob kissed the tops of their heads then your cheek and left.

The rest of the day was pretty normal, the kids watched a cartoon about Eden’s Gate, courtesy of John’s funding, and you cleaned with the help of one of the guards.

You made sandwiches for lunch and you all ate them outside. Sadly Luna’s was snatched by a hungry bird. She cried and then quieted down to sniffles as you gave her another one.

Then later on Luna and Ash played in the treehouse that Jacob built a few months ago. While you listened to the radio, watching them.

Later in the evening Jacob came back, Ash basically dragged him into the house when he got one foot inside.

“Dad! We were really good, we didn’t doing anything wrong at all!” Luna beamed proud of her report on the day.

Jacob looked at you and raised an eyebrow, questioning. You simply nodded in response.

“Well I suppose since you two were good today, I give you the surprise.” He looked to the front door and ordered to the men outside, “Bring him in!”

A soldier walked in holding a furry white ball with a red cross on its forhead.

“A puppy!” Luna squealed.

Ash practically vibrated with excitement held out his arms as the Judge puppy was placed in them. They both immediately began fawning over it.

Jacob walked up to you and held you close, while you both watched your children, enjoying the moment.

When the sun was replaced in the sky with the moon you and Jacob both laid your children down in their beds. The fluffy white Judge joined of course.

“Can we call him Rook?” Luna asked Jacob, “Like after Uncle Joseph’s bodyguard?”

Jacob considered this and answered, “Well since he is going to be your own bodyguard, then yes.”

You sat there listening, tucking in Ash. Then Rook jumped up and sat there looking at you.

“You want under the covers Rook?” You asked, lifting the blankets.

Rook delved underneath and popped his head up and laid it on Ash’s armpit.

You giggled and tucked both Ash and Rook in.

You kissed both of the children’s forhead and left for your own room with Jacob close behind you. You reach your door and opened it and stepped in.

Jacob grabbed at your waist and hummed your wedding song while nipping at your neck. Then settled for kisses as he softly swayed you both to his humming.

“Only you can make this change in me.” He turned you around.

“For it's true, you are my destiny.” You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

“When you hold my hand I understand the magic that you do.” His hands rested on your hips, slow dancing in your bedroom.

“You're my dream come true, my one and only you.” You both stopped dancing gradually and held on to each other.

“MOM! Ash won’t stop looking at me!” You sighed.

Jacob chuckled and kissed you. “Go, I’ll still be here when you get back.” He said releasing you.

“Love you.” You said softly, making your way to the door.

You heard Jacob’s gruff voice behind you, “Love you too.”

[s-veronnie]

Meet the pack, Peaches ~