#fc5 anniversary gift exchange | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nightwingshero · 1 year

Text

FC5 Anniversary Gift Exchange ‘23 Part 1/2

I got @yokobai for the Far Cry 5 Exchange event!!! I was so excited to learn about your beautiful ocs, and I was inspired by the commission you had received for Brooke’s confession, so I wrote a little piece for it. I hope you like it! (A little nsfw with mention of knives.) Thank you so much @detectivelokis for putting this together, it was so much fun!!!

There was something eerily comforting about this room for John—whether it was the way it felt as if the outside was worlds away or if just the work done there soothed him. It was hard to say. And as he hummed to himself, strolling through as he admired the clean knife between his tattooed fingers, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the reason why he seemed eager for the confession he was about to receive.

She, of course, didn’t see it as he walked so slowly from behind her.

There was a high-pitched creaking that echoed off the solid walls, metal on metal rubbing together as she swayed ever so slightly—tiptoeing the ground as she hung there, waiting. John continued to take his time as she moved, the handcuffs digging into her wrist as she hung from the chained hook attached to the ceiling. John was very thorough when his confession room was put together and made sure that he had all the essential tools he would ever need to help the lost souls reach Atonement and reach the Gates of Eden. There was little, if nothing, John wouldn’t do to obtain that. And it filled him with something warm, something almost ravish, as the sight of her waiting for her turn—a confession she had willingly sought him for.

Brooke just watched him.

Her green eyes almost glowed with the lights that painted the room in a warm, almost red glow. So fitting for the process he had told himself on multiple occasions, more often than not when his hands held another shade of red. But John took his time as he approached his workbench, making a show of organizing tools that were already thoroughly cleaned and laid out, he had made sure of such. Nothing but the best for her, not when she was so Faithful, not when she was so devoted. To the Project. To Joseph. To him.

Finally, with that thought in mind, he turned towards her. She was beautiful—no, she was more than that. She was divine. All was bare to him, save for the black underwear, and he didn’t even hide the way his eyes roamed—appreciating more than just the canvas she offered so that she would forever carry her sin. No, there was always something quite alluring to the woman handcuffed and hanging for him, something that always seemed borderline bewitching that he couldn’t quite see himself walking completely away from it. The power he held was starting to get to his head, making him dizzy and drunk off it, so he cleared his throat and offered a small smile. Something he had hoped seemed reassuring and placating as he found the perfect spot. He could already see the words etched there, his hands working across her.

“Are you ready to confess?” he asked, his voice coming out huskier—heavier—than he intended but he didn’t quite mind as she shivered. The metal moaned in protest.

“Yes.” she answered. Firmly, straightforward, doubtless. Because Brooke believed. Because Brooke was committed. Because Brooke was starting to imagine those hands on her too.

At that, John smiled. John, who was the Baptist, who helped the followers become closer to God, smiled his devil smile as he stepped so close to her and carefully, lifted her legs up and up…until they rested on his hips. Instinctively, Brooke wrapped them around, hooking her feet together as John gripped her hips—almost painfully. “Stay right there. And tell me, Brooke, what is your sin?”

“Sloth.” She breathed and John was so close, he could feel the heat of it and he couldn’t quite manage the urge that had those fingers digging into the meat of her hips. Bruises would form, evidence of his own sin, but he could atone for that later, and he a had plan forming for that as he continued.

“How long has it been since your last confession?” he mused, the sacred words falling from his tongue as if they belonged to him—as if he had more right than any holy man before him. “Maybe a bit too long?” He watched with such intensity as she swallowed, his eyes following every movement of it, and it took her a few seconds too long to realize he expected her answer—that magic word that drove him forward.

“Yes.” She breathed and he found a thrill in the way her breath caught, barely audible but he made sure that no detail escaped him. He would savor this for as long as he could, as long as he could hold out, of course. John knew he couldn’t rush perfection, but the urge was there—he wanted to devour.

John clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, his blue eyes taking a darker shade as he offered a grin—showing her the wolf inside—and leaned in to whisper to her like a lover would. “Tell me about your sin, Ms. Greenwish.” The tip of his blade pressed against her skin, the perfect spot just between her hip and naval, and he already couldn’t wait to admire his handiwork once it was over. He wanted it just like this, easy to access and intimate, any way to be close to her with her legs wrapped so lewdly around him. There wasn’t an inch of her that he didn’t want to explore, to claim, and he gave one last smile to her. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

And the blade cut deep as her offering fell from her lips.

#i hope this was okay #i tried to do your girl justice #she was so much fun to learn about and to write for #thank you #c: brooklyn greenwish #john seed #far cry 5 #fc5exchange23

25 notes · View notes

tacticalhimbo · 1 year

Text

Howdy @miasmat ! I was assigned to celebrate @detectivelokis FC5 Anniversary Gift Exchange with ya, and I come bearing a gift!

I hope you enjoy this fic I wrote! I had a lot of fun looking through Noah’s tag and the written documents provided, and seeing his interactions with Joseph. I hope I did them both some justice and captured that bittersweet buildup between them <3

Let me know if you'd like a permanent copy of this, too! I can slide a PDF or something your way :-)

Under a cut for length!

Smoke plumes coated the vast Montana landscape, though it was no different from how things had been. Still, day in and day out, cultists clashed with local resistance groups, just as they had prior to the Deputy's arrival. Nothing had changed in those moments where crimson coated tarmac. Not a single thing, even as the weight on Noah's shoulders fell to the earth at his feet.

And yet, everything had changed. For him. For the Seeds. For Joseph.

Shimmering dew drops splashed against the rich, country soil, accompanying distant footfalls in matting the earth. The air was chilled. Still. Hushed, as if the Deputy were the only one to walk the path at that moment. Perhaps, in a way, he was. The only one to go willingly to the Father, even after all he had done. To see him surrounded by chaos and bloodshed, and still find himself captivated by the beauty of those eyes. To find himself lost in the Father's intense gaze.

No. It was a simple task; nothing more.

That's what he'd told himself when returning to the wreckage. What he'd affirmed as gloved hands reached down to retrieve the twisted aviators. He'd held them up to the sun, watching as the dew dripped from amber tinted lenses. It was what he repeated to himself as he’d walked up the church’s steps, doing well to avoid the scrutinizing gaze of the working cultists just in the distance. They’d done well to avoid causing a scene, lest they’d unknowingly unleash a secondary ambush. Stirred the hornet’s nest just yonder, past the barbed wire fencing. Awoken the beasts hidden in the wild brush. No, they’d do well to wait it out. Prepare while they had the chance. To share subtle nods and check their persons. Always armed. Just as God intended.

The doors opened with a humble creak, a sign of wear on the wrought iron hinges. Silence. An empty alley of cracked wooden flooring stood between him and the central stage, dusted pews lining each side of the church's expansive interior. To the side, there was a small hallway. And within the hallway, which almost seemed to shrink around the deputy as he'd walked along the row of doors, lay the office. A quaint little door with a window illuminated by the interior light. Inside sat the very man he was searching for, head tilted down as he focusedly flipped through the stack of papers in his hand. Preparations for their next sermon. Statements addressing the latest incident, and how it was God's will that had pulled him from the wreckage.

Divine intervention. Intervention that only he'd known to be walking in the form of the cult's very target.

Seeming to sense a set of eyes upon him, Joseph lifted his head to find Noah standing there beyond the glass. The Father studied the deputy's expression before motioning for him to enter, and simply returned to organizing the papers.

"I—" Noah's voice caught in his throat, dissipated in the swirling thoughts that'd begun to circle his head. It wavered before he'd steadied them with a soft cough. "Your glasses."

Joseph glanced toward the deputy's hand as he extended it, revealing the aviators. They were worse for wear, but not beyond repair. It wouldn't be the first time the Father found himself tinkering over them. He set the handwritten notes to the side, resting them atop his desk as he'd stood to approach. To accept the offering. Curiosity swirled in tired blues, his touch lingering on the deputy's hand as he examined him. Then, he simply took the glasses and set them to join his notes.

"Something else is on your mind." The Father's voice was steady. Almost cautious in its guidance. It brought pause to the deputy as he lingered in his position just by the door.

Something else? Several things more like it. The way he'd instinctively pulled the trigger on a member of the Resistance. The silent understanding between himself and Joseph in those last moments. The decision to walk away from it all. To free himself from the confines of his duties. Conflict wrote itself on the other's face, jaw clenching as he'd bit back and swallowed the nausea it'd all stirred.

"I will not judge you for what you say, or whatever you choose to do. I have no reason to, given you've come on your own volition. If you'd like to talk, there is time. If not, then know my men will not attack you as you leave."

Reassurance. A kindness that tethered itself to Noah's very core. Wrapped so gingerly around his limbs and compelled him to take the spare seat just beside the few worn shelves. Compelled him to suck in a breath through his teeth and finally allow the words to leave his mouth.

"I'd like to stay. Here. I'd like to stay here. I can't go back there after..."

After I killed an innocent man. After I killed someone who put their trust in me. After I let him, and others, die to save you.

"I understand." Joseph took his own breath, pondering over how he could make such an arrangement work without risking those within his flock.

Of course, he would guarantee the freedom to leave at any moment. Tell his men that the Deputy would be in their protection for the time being. But how would he ensure others did not come looking for him? He couldn't, frankly. The best he could do with the resources on hand were to simply maintain business as usual. Keep the church grounds protected by any means necessary. Prepare somewhere that the Deputy could remain out of sight, but still have access to the things he'd needed. It wasn’t sound, but it would do. But there was one more thing…

"And Noah?" A pause to await the deputy's recognition. "... Thank you. For doing what needed to be done."

#txt #fc5exchange23 #fc5 #miasmat #using a gif i made as filler because i didn't have time to make a fancy little banner fjsdklfsfj #my fics

23 notes · View notes

detectivelokis · 1 year

Text

kinda unsure about doing the fc5 anniversary gift exchange again this year. the last two have been smooth sailing, but i would definitely need a partner if i was going to do it again.

#no idea if there's any interest #but i also don't want to be annoying with these either ya know?#we shall see in a few weeks i guess #personal #tbd later

4 notes · View notes

johnnycranes · 2 years

Text

gift for @closecry 🥰

for the fc5 anniversary gift exchange by @quentinbecks 💞

The (Almost) Perfect Day feat. everyone's favorite King of Kyrat

warning/s: just language

It was weird to not hear screaming, gunshots or even the occasional dynamite exploding in the background. For the first time in, what was it? Well it was Thursday so…

For the first time in an astounding six and a half hours, it was quiet. One could even hear the birds without having to shush or shoot people in the vicinity, whichever got them to keep it the fuck down first.

Pagan sat at the head of the dining table, expecting to see fire rain down or what other poetic visual you could compare the backdrop of a raging civil war to, yet there was absolutely nothing.

Nada. Zip.

He might as well had been in, I don’t know, Hawaii or something. Even Yuma reported a whopping figure of only three prisoners captured that morning, and that was only because they fucking tried to sneak into the prison to rescue their friends.

Hilarious.

And with Eric making all of his public appearances and touring around the different forts in Kyrat, Pagan was actually free to relax, not having to manage anything behind the scenes.

Because there was nothing to manage. It was just so damn… He laughed. He couldn’t even say it.

Peaceful!

Ha, there!

Peaceful and Kyrat? Two things that shouldn’t even be in the same essay, let alone in the same fucking sentence.

Pagan glanced at the television in front of him, seeing his body double wave at the Royal Army and shake hands with the superior officers. Hmm, it seemed the camera did add ten pounds.

Note to self, have Eric lose ten pounds.

Maybe twelve to be safe.

The chef arrived with the delicious-smelling Crab Rangoon and Pagan’s first instinct was to glare at him. He tapped on his wrist impatiently, obviously not actually on his watch. That thing cost a fucking fortune.

“There you are!” he yelled. “Where have you been? You’re already five minutes lat- wait hang on.”

Either he had to fire his watchmaker and go through the trouble (AKA ask Yuma to do it) of finding a new one, or, and this one clearly couldn’t be the right answer…

The chef was actually on fucking time.

The chef - JR or something or other - smiled all weasel-y at Pagan as he carted the Crab Rangoon to the head of the table and placed it in front of the self-proclaimed King. “It’s still fresh,” he said quite nervously and honestly, what was there to be so nervous about?

Hesitantly, Pagan reached out to the still steaming and delicious smelling Crab Rangoon like how one would approach a dinosaur they wanted to pet.

At least, that's what he thought approaching a dinosaur would be like. Elephants he could pet without worry. But a fucking t-rex?

Hmmm note to self: find a Jurassic Park scientist.

Anyway where was he? Ah yes! Crab Rangoon!

He took a small piece - and wow it was still hot! - and popped it into his mouth.

He chewed.

And chewed.

And oh heavens, yep. Yeah, that was good Crab Rangoon.

He didn't even realize he'd scooped up some more on his plate and was already reaching for the rice.

Yeah, Eric was definitely going to have to make more appearances for him, at least until the real Pagan got some exercise in.

Which reminded him to hire a trainer.

He loved Yuma, she was an angel, but he wasn't going to ask her to do it after the last time he brought her along as his, quote unquote gym buddy. They would not have a remake of the treadmill incident. He still shivered just thinking about it.

He gobbled up his meal quickly and topped it off with some fresh orange juice. Ha, see! He could be healthy.

He used the napkin to carefully wipe his mouth and only then did he realize that the chef was still in the room with him!?

Pagan blinked at the man who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but around him. Oh the silly man, he was basically invited to the cool kids table. He should be honored!

Pagan gave a boisterous laugh. "This was an excellent meal, my good sir! Give my compliments to the chef, which, you know, in this case is you!"

The man gave this little hesitant squeaky laugh that reminded Pagan of a mouse and oh my God he still needed to talk to Gary about setting up mouse traps around his room.

"T-thank you, sir," the man squeaked out.

Pagan waved his hand. "Well go on, you're dismissed. No dessert for today." Look at him, on a diet already!

The chef bowed before taking the plates and carting them off quicker than the Golden Path retreated during raids.

Alone once more, he pondered on how much of a damn relaxing day he had. One in a million really. Not one of those "I'm taking a day off but I still need to work" days, it was just… quiet.

Pagan hummed thoughtfully before deciding to stand from his seat. He did hear standing after a heavy meal helped stop bloating for the day. Hopefully not another lie he read on some fitspo's Instagram post.

He breathed in the air of Kyrat. Quiet, unpolluted with the sounds of gunfire Kyrat.

And he smiled, a genuine one this time.

For all the days Kyrat chose to leave him in peace, it had to be that day, huh?

Taking a deep breath, Pagan took one last look at the clear blue sky of his kingdom before walking. He had a date to keep, after all.

So with no one around to bother him, he stopped by his little angel's shrine, bringing a fresh bouquet of flowers with him, pink and purple in color.

He placed it on the altar, pausing to stare at Lakshmana's portrait.

He had several others with him but this one… She looked exactly like the royal princess she was always meant to be.

"The only thing that would make this day perfect was if you and your mother were here to celebrate it with me." Pagan whispered. "Happy birthday, my darling."

#fc5 gift exchange #closecry

9 notes · View notes

vasiktomis · 2 years

Text

Happy Anniversary, FC5!

I had the honour of getting @thedumbdeputy as recipient for the anniversary gift exchange organised by @scungilliwoman, and this whole event has been a blast! It's amazing seeing so many people get together to celebrate, seriously.

Please enjoy this lil sketch piece of Deputy Alex (she/they, sometimes he/him) and Jacob Seed on a stroll with Boomer, who is doing the most. I hope you like it, Rae! <3

#fc5 anniversary gift exchange #deputy alexandria o'connor #jacob seed #far cry 5 fanart #thank you so much for organising this amanda!#pov you are one of the chosen and you see deputy alex walking next to a pair of jeans #fc5 gift exchange #far cry 5 gift exchange

79 notes · View notes

strafethesesinners · 2 years

Text

You’ll Be Fine

my gift for @euryalex for @scungilliwoman ‘s Far Cry 5 Anniversary event featuring Joey Hudson and Deputy Evie McDaniel!

I hope I did them justice!

Deputy Evelyn McDaniel was exhausted. Her overworked muscles ached, bruises and scrapes covered her arms and legs, and her ears still rang from the sound of gunfire and explosions of her most recent battle. But for the first time in weeks, her weariness was tempered by relief. John Seed was dead. His bunker destroyed, and his captives freed. And one of those newly rescued people was Evie’s girlfriend, Deputy Joey Hudson.

Evie and Joey sat together now,on a bench outside of the Spread Eagle bar, a first aid kit open on Evie’s lap. Joey would need further treatment for malnourishment and chronic dehydration, but for now those with life threatening injuries required attention from the few resistance members with professional medical training first. And so Evie had taken over Joey’s care; carefully wiping away dried blood and disinfecting cuts with hands that shook despite her best efforts to control them.

Joey’s hand shook too as she clutched a plastic water bottle, taking occasional sips, staring at the ground. She had spoken very little since their escape from the bunker, but as Evie finished wrapping gauze around a burn on her wrist, she set the water bottle down and grasped Evie’s hand.

Their eyes met.

“Joey,” Evie started, then swallowed, “Joey,” she said again, “I’m….I’m so sorry, I shoulda been there sooner, shoulda never let them take you at all I,” she couldn’t help the tears falling as regret and guilt tore at her heart,“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Evie,” Joey said, her eyes also glistening in the neon light, “please don’t. Never be sorry. When…when I first saw you in that bunker I just,” she took a shaky breath, closed her eyes, opened them, “Evie, I never…I mean I always knew you would come for me. That you would do everything you could but…..I didn’t think he’d let me go. I figured he would kill me before he let you take me.” She began to sob.

Evie quickly wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, holding her tight. Joey pressed her face into Evie’s shoulder,clutching the fabric of her t-shirt as if afraid the deputy might disappear.

“I’m just so, so afraid,” she said in between sniffles, “that I’ll wake up and I’ll be back…..there.”

“Shhh,” Evie said, stroking Joey’s hair. It was tangled and greasy from weeks without a wash, but Evie didn’t care. She pressed her lips gently to the top of Joey’s head. “I’m real, I’m here. And I’m never gonna leave you ever again.”

Joey pulled back, and smiled at Evie, although her lip still trembled and her cheeks twitched.

“That’s a little unrealistic, don’t you think?” she said with a shaky chuckle.

“Nope,” said Evie, “I mean it. Get ready to have me around 24/7.”

“Oh boy,” Joey said, rubbing the back of her hand across her face. She reached over and cupped Evie’s chin. “I love you so much, you know.”

And she leaned forward and planted a light, soft kiss to Evie’s lips. Evie caught her wrist, brushing her thumb over the rough gauze bandage.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, before drawing Joey in for another hug.

The two women sat in silence for a moment, holding each other, basking in the relief of being together again. The warmth of their skin beneath their injuries and their mingling heartbeats reassuring each other that they were here and they were alive; something that until an hour ago seemed almost impossible. Finally, as the faint glimmer of the rising sun began to show over the buildings of Fall’s End and the first morning birds started singing, Evie stood up and stretched. She winced as her joints popped audibly.

“C’mon,” she said, tugging at Joey’s sleeve, “let’s get you a shower, stinky.”

“Hey!” Joey laughed, standing up more slowly and draping an arm over Evie’s shoulder; her legs were still a bit wobbly. “You joining me for that too?”

“Well…..only if ya want me to,” Evie said with a grin.

#Amanda thank you so much for putting this together #it was so fun and just what we all needed I think #far cry 5 #oc: evelyn mcdaniel #Joey Hudson #Joey Hudson/oc #far cry 5 oc #fc5 fanfic #fc5 anniversary gift exchange #my writing

31 notes · View notes

aceghosts · 2 years

Text

Reluctant Allies

Rating: M

Summary: Deputy Rose Dravić finds a wounded Jacob Seed, and the two become reluctant allies.

Warnings: Canon typical violence. Some mention of blood. Please let me know if anything else needs to be tagged.

Words: 4371 words.

Ships: Deputy Rose Dravić/Jacob Seed

Author’s Note: This is a gift for @fantasmagoriam as part of the FC5 gift event hosted by @scungilliwoman. Amanda, thank you for letting me participate in this, and I hope you enjoy this Matry! Rose is such a wonderful character!

AO3 Link

“Where he’d go?”

“How should I know?”

Idiots; Rose thinks as she pulls the arrow back. Having stumbled upon these two in the forest earlier, she decided to follow them for a little bit, curious if they would lead her to anything interesting. At this point, it seems like the two men were going in circles. Rose supposes the recruits of a group, who decided that killing both Eden’s Gate and the Resistance would be the solution, wouldn’t be the sharpest tools in the shed. It’s saying something, considering Rose also has the great misfortune of knowing Joseph Seed. Rose has them in her sights, the corner of her lips tugging upwards. She’ll bring them down quick, one after the other.

“We have to get to Jacob Seed. If we get him, there will be no one to train Eden’s Gate soldiers. Joseph will be defenseless!” Rose snorts, lowering her bow. She doubts it would be that easy; Joseph seems like the kind of man to replace his siblings in cold blood. Perhaps, Rose will watch how this plays out for a few minutes more. Something rises in her chest, something that feels a little bit like guilt which she pushes down. She silently shadows the men, watching them carefully as they loudly trample through the forest. Dead tree branches crack underneath their feet as their loud voices carry through the forest. Rose knows Jacob is smart enough to avoid these two with the amount of noise they make; he’s certainly snuck up on her before.

Eventually, one of the pair crouches down to the forest floor, pointing to something. “You see this?”

“Is that blood?” His partner kneels next to him.

The other man nods. “I told you that I caught him. Jacob can’t be far; we just need to follow this trail of blood straight to him.”

Rose’s chest tightens, a feeling of dread overtaking her. She shouldn’t care that these two are going after Jacob, that they intend to kill him. Jacob Seed is her enemy, someone she occasionally hatefucks to get it out of her system. And yet, Rose knows that whatever is between them is becoming something more. He stays longer after sex, waking up with her in the morning. No, Rose isn’t doing this. As she turns away, a thought occurs to her. Saving Jacob’s life would mean that he owes her a favor. She didn’t think that he would honor his word, but having the chance to hold it over his head that the Deputy saved his life? Well, that was a reason to save Jacob’s ass. Yep, she definitely was doing it for that reason, and only that reason.

She readies her first arrow as she aims for one of the men. The arrow flies silently through the air, piercing the first man through the throat. A short gurgle escapes his mouth as he drops to the forest floor. “Hey, what the-?” The other one doesn’t get to finish his sentence, Rose’s second arrow piercing his chest. He looks down in shock at the arrow in his chest before dropping to the ground. Perfect, now to find Jacob.

Approaching the corpses, Rose looks around, keeping an eye out for any of their friends. They probably weren’t the only ones after Jacob, which means more would be coming soon. Pulling her arrows out of the dead bodies, Rose wipes them clean on the dead man’s jacket, knowing there is a good chance that she’ll need them later. She slides her arrows back into the quiver, noticing the blood trail on the forest floor. Moving quietly as she can, Rose follows the trail, eventually leading her to a large boulder. As she reaches for an arrow in her quiver, Jacob calls to her. “I know you’re there, Sugar.”

Leaving her arrow in the quiver, Rose walks around the large boulder to find Jacob sitting on the ground, his back against the boulder. He has his familiar red sniper rifle in hand, yet it isn’t pointed at her. Jacob looks rather relaxed as he grins up at Rose. Her eyes roam over his body, noticing the cuts on his face and arms, and the bruises on his face. She doesn’t miss the dark red circle on his light blue jeans, which appears to be a nasty bullet wound to the right thigh. “I’m surprised you know it’s me. Figured you were losing touch, old man.” She retorts, a snarky tone to her voice.

“I can always tell when you’re coming,’ He motions with his head to the two dead men behind them, ‘especially when the weak suddenly shut their goddamn mouths. And I’m never in trouble, Sugar.”

Rose raises an eyebrow. “Well, if you’re not in trouble, I’ll be on my way,” She replies with a smirk, turning her back to Jacob.

He sighs, muttering something about how stubborn Rose is under his breath. “Since you’re here, how about helpin’ me get up?”

Tossing a causal look over her shoulder, Rose shoots back, “Why? Afraid you’ll break something?”

As Jacob opens his mouth, the pair is interrupted by the sound of snapping twigs and loud voices. An uneasiness settles over Rose, her anxiety spiking. She feels herself bristle, like an angry dog. Shit, Rose is stuck here with an injured Jacob and more of those assholes are making their way here. Swearing in Serbian under her breath, she rushes over to Jacob. “We need to get the hell out of here. Do you think you’ll be able to make it to my bike? It’s by the main road.”

“We won’t make it that far-,’ He shakes his head as Rose opens her mouth to argue, ‘You and I both know I won’t make it to that road before they catch us. There is a small cave near here, filled with some prepper supplies.” Running through the options in her mind, Rose knows Jacob is right in this case. She could leave Jacob here, but that would mean certain death for him, and as much as she hates to admit, Rose likes having him around. As she pushes away that thought, Rose thinks of them both running for the road. Jacob is right; the men will catch them, and Rose doesn’t like her odds in that battle. Sometimes, she hates it when he is right. “Tick, Tock, Sugar.”

Slipping the red bandanna out of the pocket of her dark brown leather jacket, Rose kneels beside Jacob. She grabs his leg quickly, wrapping the bandanna around his leg as he lets out a groan of pain. “Don’t be a baby. I have to stop the bleeding, or those idiots will track us to the cave.”

“Glad to see your bedside manner is as sunny as your regular disposition,” He grumbles as Rose finishes tying the bandanna. Jacob holds out his right arm, switching his red sniper rifle to his left hand. Rose grabs his arm, helping an unsteady Jacob on his feet. His arm rests over her broad shoulders, only a few inches taller than her 6 ft frame. She feels the firmness and warmness of Jacob against her, how he smells like the pine trees surrounding them.

“Come on,” She urges Jacob, starting to move quickly in the direction he pointed earlier. Her anxiety continues to spike as she hears more snapping twigs and louder voices. Jacob and Rose don’t have much more time before they are found.

Jacob grunts in pain as the pair move at a brisk walking pace. “That way.” He points with his sniper rifle, Rose adjusting their course slightly. This cave better be fucking close.

It takes the pair a little while, but Jacob manages to direct Rose to the cave, teasing her as they walk. Fortunately, when it comes to banter, especially with Jacob, Rose has always been equally as good giving as she gets. The pair step into the entrances of the cave, where Rose stops. “Tell me, any chance you suddenly developed the ability to see in the dark?”

He shakes his head. “No,’ He looks around to search for something, pulling her towards it once he spies it, ‘Grab the lantern. We’re gonna have to head farther in, where there will be more lanterns.”

She grabs the lantern, managing to turn it on. Rose would like to stay closer to the entrance, have an easier chance at escape if need be. But she knows staying there would be suicide. It would be too easy for others to find the pair, especially if they lit any type of fire. Rose and Jacob continue deeper into the cave, the only light shining from the lantern. Jacob’s even breathing, and the pair’s footsteps are the only sounds in the normally silent cave. Rose looks over to him, his scarred face hauntingly illuminated by the lantern, light and shadows dancing across his face. His blue eyes look over to her, locking with her dark brown ones. “See something you like, Sugar?”

Rose shakes her head, a smile barely on her lips. “No, I wanted to make sure that you weren’t going to keel over on me,” She jokes darkly.

Jacob pretends to wince as if her comment stung him. He lets out a rich laugh before responding, “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, Sugar. You’re stuck with me.” Rose rolls her eyes as he lets out another laugh.

Eventually, they reach the deeper part of the cave, stumbling upon some food, medical supplies, crates, lanterns, and two bedrolls. Raising an eyebrow, Rose admits, “I thought there would be more. Normally, the preppers are so…” She motions to the bareness of the cave. All the prepper stashes Rose has found are filled to the brim with useful supplies, usually hoarded behind some sort of locked door.

“Not a real stash. He was using it as a place to hide some extra supplies. Well, until I came across him.” Jacob smiles, reminding her of a wolf with his sharp teeth bared. Unfortunately for Jacob, Rose is not scared by his wolflike qualities.

“Next time, I have something to hide, I’ll pick somewhere you won’t be able to find me.”

Jacob leans close, whispering into her ear. “Sugar, I’ll always find you, and you’ll always find me. The strong are always drawn to each other like that.”

She rolls her eyes. “You keep telling yourself that.” The pair hobble over to a set of crates, Rose easing Jacob down to sit. He groans in pain as she helps him to the ground, his back resting against the crates. Jacob props his sniper rifle up next to him, panting from the exertion. She drops her bow and quiver down, far away enough that he can’t reach them from his sitting position. Rose doesn’t think Jacob would hurt her, but she won’t take any chances. Walking around the cave, Rose turns on the rest of the lanterns, bringing some light to the dark cave. It illuminates the cave, but not by much. On one of the crates, Rose spies a white box with a red cross on it. She grabs the medical supplies, knowing Jacob will want them.

“Give those to me,” Jacob commands as Rose picks up the supplies.

“I think you’re forgetting the magic word.”

“Please, Sugar,” Jacob drawls with a smirk. Rose tosses him the medical kit which Jacob catches in his right hand, shaking his head. Her anxiety is still high, and Rose decides she’ll inspect the cave before she joins Jacob. She won’t be able to settle down until she knows this place is a safe haven. Inspecting the cave, Rose sees why Jacob would see the value in this as a hideout. The cave is dry; the walls appear stable. There are enough supplies for a few days, but Rose doesn’t think they will be there for that long. Hopefully, the pair will be out of the cave by the next morning. She feels a little less on edge, but Rose knows they aren’t out of the woods yet. There is always the chance they could be found.

Looking over to Jacob, Rose finds him to be struggling with tending to his wounds. His hands are slightly shaky, probably weary from the day’s events. “Need help?” Rose asks neutrally, only knowing it would rile Jacob up.

“No.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.” He is silent for a minute before sighing in defeat. “Would you help me?”

Rose relishes the slight annoyance in his tone, but she finds there is something else too. She knows that Jacob prefers to rely on himself, the same way that Rose does. Jacob letting her tend to his wound is a sign of trust that she knows he doesn’t extend to many others. Rose wonders if he has extended that trust to anyone in a long time. Approaching him slowly, Rose kneels beside Jacob and the open medical kit. Rose cleans her hands first with one of the disinfecting wipes, not wanting Jacob to catch an infection from her carelessness. As she unties the bandanna from his leg, Rose feels Jacob’s piercing blue eyes on her, watching intensely. “You owe me a new bandanna,’ she teases as she pulls the bandanna from his leg, ‘I liked that one. It was the best at keeping that shit your sister keeps trying to drug me with.”

“I’ll do you one better; I’ll get you a gas mask,’ a small grunt of pain, escaping from him, “Besides, I don’t know why Faith insists on plying you with that stuff. We both know the truth, Sugar.”

“And that would be?” Rose meets his eyes for the first time, realizing that Jacob has leaned in close. His face is only a few inches from her face and for a moment, Rose lets her eyes wander, taking in every small scar.

“We both know the Bliss could never hold you for long. You would find some way out of the Bliss; You’re too strong for that.”

Rose raises an eyebrow before looking down at his leg again. “This might hurt,” she says, before pouring antiseptic on the wound.

“What do you mean-ARGH!” Jacob yelps, his face turning slightly red as Rose tries to hold back her laughter. “You tryin’ to torture me on purpose?”

“No, but if it has the added benefit…” She shrugs her shoulders, cleaning the wound.

He grunts in response, watching her hands work. Eventually, she finishes cleaning the wound, placing fresh gauze over it, and taping it down. “You won’t bleed out, but someone should look at that wound sooner rather than later.” As Rose goes to pull her hands away, Jacob takes both her hands in his, warm and large, covered in calluses from years of training and manual labor.

“Thank you, Sugar. I know you didn’t do me a favor out of the goodness of your heart but thank you.”

“It was nothing.” Rose pulls her hands away from his, an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. There is truth to his words. Rose did not help Jacob out of the goodness of her heart; she rarely operated that way. Clearing her throat, she quickly cleans up the supplies, putting them into the medical kit. She gets up, puts the medical kit away, and grabs two water bottles. Returning and sitting down next to Jacob, Rose hands him a water bottle, which Jacob accepts with a quiet thanks. “So, now what?”

“We wait. We can head out in the morning.”

Rose always finds it hard to get along with others, keeping them an arm’s length away for her own peace of mind. Despite their questions, Hudson and Pratt never really got the chance to know her. Even Whitehorse, her superior, didn’t know much about Rose beyond the few things she cared to share. With Jacob though, things felt natural, different. For the first time, she didn’t feel like had to hold him at an arm’s length away. She knew he would understand, both having survived the darker parts of humanity with the physical and emotional scars to show for it. “You and Peaches really are nothing alike.”

“One could say the same about you and your brothers.” Rose deflects, thinking of Joseph with his cryptic words and empty stare.

Jacob laughs. “You’re right; I’m not like my brothers. But you and Peaches really are different. The first time you showed up in the Whitetails, I thought my men might chew you up and spit you out. Instead, you made a show of them, demonstrating how weak they were. How much farther they have to go to be strong.”

“You know me, I’m hard to kill, especially when I’m trying to mess with my favorite Herald.”

He smiles, a teasing tone in his voice. “Oh? So, that’s how you flirt, huh? I’ll remember that the next time you leave the dead bodies of my men on my doorstep; I’ll give you a call.”

“And I’ll respond if I feel like it.”

“You always make things interesting. I appreciate that about you, Sugar.” His hand comes to rest on her right thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Guess that’s how I know you and I are alike.”

She rolls her eyes but knows there is some truth to Jacob’s words. The more time Rose spends around him, the more she sees the similarities between the two of them. “And how else are you and I alike?” She asks, leaning in close. Her right hand comes to cover Jacob’s, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

His right hand tucks a strand of dark black hair, behind her left ear. “Let’s face it, Sugar. You and I are both wolves, surrounded by a flock of sheep.”

“This isn’t going to turn into some Alpha male bullshit, is it?”

“No,’ Jacob shakes his head, growing serious, ‘The others, they don’t understand what it means to be strong, what it means to survive. I get the feelin’ that you do, Sugar. When I watched you run through the gauntlet for the first time, it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jacob rests his forehead against her forehead, blue eyes meeting dark brown ones. “You should’ve seen yourself, bathed in blood and wild with fury. It was the first time I felt I could see the real you, the parts of yourself that you kept hidden beneath the surface.”

“I wasn’t aware that I was trying to hide anything,’ Rose admits, swallowing nervously, ‘I like to think that I’ve been honest when necessary.”

He laughs. “No, you’ve never purposely hidden what you are. No one else wanted to see it; they wanted to think of you as one of them. But you and I both know better.”

Things are getting too emotional, too close for Rose’s comfort. She wants him to stop talking about them, kissing him hard as her left hand cups the back of his neck. Jacob eagerly kisses back, all teeth and no softness. Rose and Jacob never start soft with each other; they are always sharp, always full of adrenaline. Teeth biting deeply enough to leave marks and draw blood, hands gripping the other person tightly they leave bruises. His hands move, pulling her by her dark brown leather jacket onto his lap. Rose straddles his waist, Jacob letting out a pained grunt as Rose makes herself comfortable. She nips his bottom lip, tasting blood as Jacob lets her into his mouth. His hands grip her hips tightly, fingers digging in sharply. Her hands grab fistfuls of his army jacket and shirt, the kisses growing more impassioned between them. “Need you,” She whines into the kiss, wanting to devour him.

“I know you’re eager, Sugar,’ He replies, a disappointed whine escaping from Rose’s lips in anticipation of his next words, ‘but I like to take my time with you, and my leg makes that difficult.” His teeth find her neck, nipping harshly to earn a sharp whine from her. “I promise I’ll make it up to you; I’ll be calling for you soon.”

Rose smiles at him, something sharp. “You better.”

A yawn escapes her lips as Rose opens her eyes. She and Jacob are still sitting against the crates, blankets pulled over them. As she takes in her surroundings, Rose realizes she’s leaning against something warm, and something warm is leaning on her. A few seconds later, she realizes her head is on Jacob’s shoulder with him leaning against her. Her stomach flutters nervously, a little unnerved by the intimacy of the situation. This isn’t the first time that the pair have woken up together. She finds the last few times that they’ve slept together Jacob stayed, waking up beside her in the bed when the sun started to rise. His eyes blink open, letting out a big yawn. Jacob looks over at her sleepily as Rose teases him. “Have a good night’s sleep, Sleeping Beauty?”

He sits up, stretching out his arms with another yawn. “Would’ve been better without your snoring, Sugar.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Do too!” Jacob imitates her snoring, a little bit of gleeful joy in his eyes. Rose punches him jokingly in the shoulder as he laughs, stopping his imitation of her.

She rolls her eyes, standing up and stretching her limbs. Rose knows she’ll be sore for the rest of the day, but she finds she doesn’t mind, especially since it meant spending time with Jacob. “I suppose, we should head back. Wouldn’t want anyone to think that you’ve gone missing.”

Jacob holds out his hand, Rose helping him up to his feet. He’s still unsteady, grunting in pain as she helps him. Rose doesn’t miss the slight limp in his gait either. “We should. If I know Joseph, he probably already has people looking for me.”

“Oh no, Joseph in emotional distress,” She replies dryly. For all Rose could care, Joseph could spend the rest of his days crying over Jacob if it meant that he would leave her and Hope County alone.

“I know you don’t like him, but if he thinks the Resistance has me, he’ll make things harder on your people.” Rose hates to admit it, but Jacob is right. Whenever Joseph thinks that the Resistance is getting a little too prideful, he makes life harder for them, giving his siblings a longer leash. “Besides, you’re never getting rid of me, Sugar.”

She snorts, smirking at him. “Try as I might, you keep coming back like a lovestruck puppy.”

Jacob shakes his head. “Lovestruck? You sure you didn’t hit your head?”

Rose shrugs her shoulders. “You certainly keep finding your way back to me.”

He looks at her as if realizing something. “That I do.”

A little while later, Rose and Jacob set out from the cave, his right arm around her shoulder as they make the trek back to her bike. Rose doesn’t hear anyone, but her anxiety spikes, the anger making its way to the surface. She sucks in a deep, shaky breath, her eyes darting around. “Deputy,’ Rose looks over at him, noticing Jacob staring at her with a serious look on his face, ‘They’re long gone by now. You can relax.”

“Doubtful,” Rose bites back. Jacob only shakes his head. He doesn’t know that for sure, and even if those assholes were gone, that doesn’t mean there aren’t other threats out there. People who would gladly delight in hurting her and Jacob. The two make the trek back to her bike as quickly as possible, Rose nearly dragging Jacob. She’ll feel better when they’re out of the woods, when she finally returns Jacob to the Veterans Center.

After a while, the pair reach the road, Rose’s motorcycle where she left it. She fishes the keys out of her right jacket pocket. “Think you’ll be able to stay on?” She asks, the keys jangling in her hands.

He smirks at her. “I’ll hold on for dear life, Sugar.”

“I’m not coming back if you fall off. You’re on your own.” Jacob laughs as he pulls his arm away from Rose. She gets on the bike first, the engine roaring to life as she turns it on. He gets on the back, slightly unsteady as his arms around her waist. Jacob presses himself against her, his body warm against her own. Teasing, Rose asks, “Do you think you’re close enough?”

“Never.”

Rose drives them back to the Veterans Center, going slower than she normally would. Despite her teasing, she doesn’t want him to fall off. It would only cause more trouble for the Resistance, and she would, maybe, feel a tiny smidge guilty about it. When they reach the Veteran’s Center, Rose skids to a stop near the gates. The Peggies at the front aim their guns focused on the Deputy. She hears them chattering to each other, clearly preparing for anything she’ll do. “Brother Jacob!” One of them calls as the gates swing open.

Jacob holds up his hand, the Peggies lowering their guns. “The Deputy has brought me back to you. Give me a minute.” He gets off the bike stiffly, his leg giving him trouble. Jacob turns toward her as Rose clears her throat. “I’ll make sure my men give you some breathing room today, Sugar.”

“Good.” Rose looks away awkwardly, unsure of what to say. She looks back to find that Jacob has come closer. “Well, I’m sure you have people to tortu-.” Jacob doesn’t let her finish, roughly grabbing the collar of her jacket. He pulls her in quickly, his kiss still rough as Rose eagerly returns it. He bites at her bottom lip, Rose letting him in. A part of Rose wants Jacob to stay here with her. She quickly squashes the notion; Rose and Jacob both know there will be no happy ending for them.

He pulls away from Rose, smiling at her wolfishly. “Don’t worry, Sugar. I’ll be seeing you around, and I won’t be so soft the next time we see each other.”

Rose watches him walk away. The next time he sees her, Rose won’t be that soft either. She’ll always be willing to put up a fight against Jacob Seed.

#far cry 5 #fc5 #fc5 fanfic #far cry 5 fanfic #jacob seed #the deputy #Deputy Rose Dravić #kate writes #far cry 5 gift exchange #far cry 5 anniversary gift exchange #I really hope you enjoy this and I hope I got Rose in character #I also hope I really captured her relationship with Jacob well #if you want me to change anything let me know

26 notes · View notes