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yanderehopecounty · 5 years

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Yandere Seed Brothers in a Domestic Lifestyle (pt. 1)

Joseph (Part 2 will be John and 3 will be Jacob. Also, these are slightly nsfw c:)

- Every single night, without fail, the two of you take a bath together. However, it’s not just a simple soak for relaxation. These are “special” baths where the Father fills the warm water with calming Bliss oils to keep you complacent. He spends as much time as possible in the tub with you, pouring the laced water over every inch of your body and gently dunking your head beneath the surface. The whole experience is wildly sensual and makes you forget there was ever a time you two were gunning for each others’ throats.

- Bed time is strictly at 9:30 pm and begins with the two of you changing into pajamas together. Next, he’ll pull the comforter back for you, tucking you in nice and snug before joining on the other side. Once you’re both warm and comfortable, he’ll begin quietly reading from the Book of Joseph wherever you had left off from the night before. Usually, he prefers you nestled up beneath his arm, in perfect view of the pages as he reads along.

- Joseph never, ever leaves you at the house alone. If something important comes up with the Project, he’ll send his brothers or a high ranking P.E.G. to deal with the matter. He simply can’t bear to be apart from you, even for a second, but, if it simply can’t be helped and he must leave for any reason, the doors and windows will be locked up tight. The curtains are drawn and only the best of the Chosen are called in to guard the perimeter. Every single time, you try to tell him that all that's not necessary, but he always insists. When he returns, everyone is sent away immediately and he rushes in to sweep you up in his arms. He’ll press kisses all across your forehead and promise over and over that he’s never going to leave again.

- Your home cooking is his absolute favorite thing in the world to eat, but he always feels terrible making you cook all the time, so every once in awhile, you’ll walk into the kitchen to find the dining table overflowing with already made, fresh dinner meats, hearty homestyle side dishes, and even a few different dessert options! He makes it a mission of his to discover each and every one of your favorite foods, wholeheartedly enjoying the task with every fiber of his being.

- However, washing the dishes afterward proves to be a tad difficult, especially if Joseph was able to guess a lot of your favorites. Nothing puts him in a better mood and he’ll become very affectionate, so much so that he can’t bring himself to keep his hands off you. While you’re busy at the sink, unable to hear through the rushing thrum of tap water, he’ll sneak up behind and wrap his arms tightly around your waist. He’ll lay his head on your shoulder and slowly start to sway from side to side, humming a soft little tune in your ear. Between breaths, he’ll tell you how much he loves being together like this and how he’ll never stop enjoying your company or this life. As long as you’re there for him, every passing second is like time spent in Eden’s Paradise.

- The thought of putting a ring on your finger, seeing you wear it day in and day out, watching as the sunlight catches the gemstone through an open window, fills him with a bright happiness he’s never known. He longs for the feeling but he can’t help but fight with himself on this issue. He’s never wanted to give someone the whole world and now that it’s happened, he’s afraid he’ll subject you, or himself, to sin. Greed, gluttony, vanity, it’s all a possibility. Not to mention the types of unnecessary extravagancies a wedding can bring on! So, until he discovers the perfect balance, he’ll somberly hold off on tying the knot, only hoping that you understand the issues he must face here and don’t become too upset with him.

- You better believe you two are the type of couple to have a “his” and “hers” chair in the living room. Both are perfectly suited to their owners and angled just so that you can hold each others’ hand while relaxing.

- Of course there’s no television in the whole household. Can’t have you accidentally seeing something non related to the Project and, god forbid if you ever witnessed some sinful Resistance propaganda! The Father knows his “Bliss baths” work rather remarkably to keep you content and pliable, but there’s always a deep, dark fear lurking inside that he’ll lose his grasp on you somehow. To combat this - as well as the boredom from long hours spent without any distractions - he’ll constantly make up stories in his head to retell to you later. Surprisingly, he’s very imaginative, creating a whimsical, immersive fantasy world you both have become accustomed to hearing about. It nearly brought him to joyful tears when he entered the bedroom and found you sprawled across the mattress, doodling characters and scenes from the made up story.

- Compassionate, always compassionate. Whenever something’s weighing on your mind, he’s there to listen. During the tiniest bits of discomfort, he’s desperate to right the wrong. If he even slightly suspects there’s anything going awry, he’ll insist you confide in him and he does so without any ounce of judgement or anger. You never have to worry about embarrassing yourself around him because he loves everything that you do, everything that you are. He simply just loves you.

- Living with him is a breeze. He has no problem convincing you to stay by his side and you have no problem following the path he’s laid out for you. (Most of the time.) In fact, the whole thing is so effortless, it makes you wonder why you ever attempted to fight against him, why you ever resisted, why you ever thought there was anything out there other than the Father.

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undead-afton · 5 years

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The Seed's yandere couple headcanons

(Forgive me if my grammar/spelling is off)

✝JOSEPH✝

✝He first see's you both at the project

✝He falls instantly but at first is confused

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

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

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

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

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

🐺JACOB🐺

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

🐺It's not love at first sight though🐺

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

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

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

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

🐺And he's never letting you go🐺

🌆JOHN🌆

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

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

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

🌆He immediately Speaks to Joseph

🌆He starts digging into your backgrounds

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

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

🥀Faith🥀

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

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

🥀Shes head over heals as soon as she sees you

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

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

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

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

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

#Yandere John seed #Yandere Jacob seed #Yandere Joseph seed #Yandere Faith seed #Yandere far cry #Yandere far cry 5 #Yandere

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deputy-videogamer · 6 years

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Clipped Wings

Warning: slight yandere and implied killing

Rook look at the lake in front of them as the sun was setting. They calmly sigh, moments like these were rare for them escpically when Peggies come looking for you, because of Joseph wanting to join them for some odd reason. Rook looked down at their ring that was just underneath their glove. It was suppose to be their wedding ring for their lover, but they ran off with another lover and left them at the alter.

Rook throwed their lover ring into a lake, but kept theirs as a pitiful reminder of the event. They grabbed their knife and a stick and started to carve the stick unaware that they were being watched by a pair of eyes.

Joseph watched as Rook carved the piece of stick. It became a routine of his to follow Rook to this exact location and watched as they played with their ring. He was well aware that ring was suppose to be a wedding ring, instead it became a reminder for them. He wanted to come out of his hiding place and talk and comfort Rook, but he knew better, he was their enemy no matter how hard he convince them, they will not listen to him.

Rook put back their knife and examin their carving. The carving was a heart that had two rings interlocking with each other. They sadly sigh before flicking their lighter and burning it. This natural for them make a carving that was suppose to represent their love for each other then burning it knowing it was not ever gonna happen. Rook started to hiccup before it became a sob, they know that their lover left them for another, but they can't just move on, they loved them with their heart and soul, in the end they just throwed it away like a child throwing away a toy when they are done using it.

A hand was placed in their head it was creasing their head. They looked up and saw Joseph creasing their head in a comforting way. They didn't do anything they just let him pat their head.

"Grief has taken over you. You can't move on from that event it stays with you no matter how hard you try to forget it." Joseph sat besides them still patting their head. "I see the way you look at other lovers, you eyes filled with envy and grief. You want to have what they have, but you know you can't." Joseph was right, Rook looked at Nick and Kim with jealously seeing how happy they were together and how they are having a baby soon. They wanted what they had, but they know it will never happen.

Their wings were clipped ever since that day, no matter how many potential lover they had it will never filled the void of their lover, to the point where they gave up finding love and accept the fact they will never be happy.

"I can help you get rid of that pain, Rook. But you need to accept the fact that never love, but loved someone else, they never see the potential in you like I do, they never saw how much you mean to me like I do. Rook all you to do is to join us, join me to Eden's Gate there I'll love you forever, you will never feel this pain again." Joseph placed his hand over the back of their head, letting them lean into his chest. Rook sobbed in his chest unaware the Joseph was slipping off their ring.

Rook knew if they join him, they are betraying the Resistiance, friends they rescue form the Peggies, people who trusted them with their life and rely on them to help defeat Eden's Gate. But at the same time they are under Joseph spell, they wanted to believe him that he will take this agonizing pain away, they wanted to believe that there is a place for them in Eden's Gate to forgive then for their actions making them be part of the family. But in the end Rook knew their answer, but all they want to now was to be comfort by Joseph gentle hands and his smoothing voice to the point their eyes grew heavy and sleep took over them.

Joseph heard Rook snoring softly against his chest. He looked down at the wedding ring in his hand before putting it in his pocket and carried Rook. As much as he wanted to hear their response he already knew the answer to his question, but that still doesn't mean still he cares for them. He placed their sleeping body on the passenger side of the car and drove to their cabin, once their he enter their house and placed them in their bed.

The Lord has taken his wife and baby, but he has given him Rook. Joseph exited their cabin and looked down at the ring in his hand. He went to the lake that was near their house before dropping it into the water never to be seen again, Joseph prayed to God asking for forgiveness on what he's about to do next. Once he was done he left the property and headed back to his church.

The next morning Rook ate their breakfast before heading out to do what they do the most; causing trouble for Eden's Gate. Just as they were about to leave they notice how light their ring finger was, when they felt their finger, the ring was gone. They panic for a bit and tried to recall where the ring might be until, they then remember Joseph talking to them before they black off. Joseph must have slip off the ring as he was comforting them, they exited out their house only for their foot to hit something. On their porch was a brown bag with a letter, they cautiously picked it up and read the letter.

I hope you can forgive me when you open this package

-Joseph

Rook quickly opened the bag, inside was a photo of themself and their previous lover, but there was something different about this photo, they flipped the photo to the back and saw it had Eden's Gate cross, when they flipped back to the front their suspicious was confirm right. On the photo was a small text that was from the bible, there was only one person they knew who was strictly religious and make references to the bible. Rook dropped the picture as they sank down to the ground, they knew Joseph was crazy, but they never knew he would go this far on killing their previous lover just because they left them.

From that point Rook knew one thing; Joseph is willing to do anything just to make them join including killing those who clipped their wings.

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mrsegbert · 4 years

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Yandere!Seed family moodboards

#far cry #far cry 5 #jacob seed #joseph seed #john seed #faith seed #project at eden's gate #eden's gate #hope county #farcry 5 #fc 5 #fc5 #yandere #yandere aesthetic #yandere moodboard

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heartofsnark · 4 years

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

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

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

You can read part one right here!

Word Count: 4678

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Teddy,” she greets him.

“My name is Theodore.”

“Hey Teddy.”

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

“You and me both, bud.”

“You’re not running today?”

“I’m drunk man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, deputy.”

“Ugh.”

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

“Ugh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh.”

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

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

“Ugh!”

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

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

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

“I miss my pants.”

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

“Yeah…that’d just be a shame.”

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

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

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

It doesn’t.

She’s just on the floor now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chanel is a perfectly respectable name.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just like his owner, fuckin’ asshole.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m very unhappy to be here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, Joseph.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Amen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she doesn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t be silly, here.”

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

“Holy shit, that’s really good.”

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

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

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

“Fuck off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See what you did, Faith.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you?”

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

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

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-”

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

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

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

#far cry 5 #fc5 #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #faith seed #yandere #tw: noncon #polyseed #dahlia hale

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shalotttower · 5 months

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Bound

Title: Bound

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Summary: It's been two months since you ended up in a bunker with Joseph Seed.

Word count: 1300+

Characters: Joseph Seed x Reader (female)

Notes: Bunker ending, soft (?) yandere Joseph Seed, forced proximity (non-sexual), character study, power imbalance.

What baffles you most is the conviction with which Joseph speaks of his beliefs. As someone who is used to doubt a lot of things and subject them to the most stringent analyses, it's astounding, and not in a good way.

It's not that you think the possibility of a superior, omnipresent, all-seeing being, capable of making miracles and influencing the lives of all men, is something unlikely or impossible. You simply don't think such a deity, if one existed, would waste time granting an individual the unique ability to hear their voice. And if you know something about god after a few years of Catholic school back when you were a kid, is that kidnappings, torture and mass conditioning are not on the list of virtues.

Joseph is eccentric. Even by cult leader standards. And the more he speaks, the more you want to bury your head under the pillow or chew on the bedframe until he stops. The problem is that Joseph doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. He's been talking for about an hour already; a little bit of the Testaments, a whole lot of the Book of Revelation.

Your bed isn't exactly comfortable and the springs dig painfully into the small of your back, but at least it has clean bedsheets. It's the only one in the bunker; there're two more in the medical room, but Joseph is keeping the keys from it somewhere only he knows. Every time the topic of sleeping arrangements comes up, he reiterates over and over, like one of those broken tapes, that you're sharing. "God provides" and "the Voice is benevolent" and the bunker is "prepared for the future family of Eden". You do your best not to think about the latter. The fact that you're stuck with him for the next...how long in fact? Four years, five, six? It's enough alone.

"You're not listening," he says suddenly, startling you.

"I am," you lie.

"You're not."

"I am," you continue, knowing well that you'll never win this argument.

He sighs, like you're a student who refuses to learn despite all his efforts. "What was the last thing I said?"

You shrug, and he sighs again.

"Please, child," he says, placing his book on the bedside table. He always does that, uses the word like it's a term of endearment, not a mark of his condescension. You want to object. You have a name. And you're as far from a child as you could possibly be: a grown woman with a mortgage (which doesn't matter now) and a stable job (that doesn't exist anymore), and friends (you don't know what happened to them). You don't tell him that though. If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that arguing with him is a waste of breath.

"The Flood," you say reluctantly. Joseph nods, satisfied, and you roll your eyes.

He likes monologuing. Back when you were cuffed to the frame, in the very beginning of this mess, he'd sit by your side and quote scripture or recount the events from his life; and you had to listen, because there was nothing else to do. At least now you can walk around, though it still doesn't stop him from pestering you whenever he pleases. There isn't a single spot where you could be completely alone — he hovers behind you like a shadow wherever you go. Sometimes it feels like Joseph Seed is everywhere: in every crevice of the bunker; on each surface; seeping through cracks; crawling up your skin, unavoidable, suffocating.

You wonder what will happen first — you going insane or the nuclear winter ceasing outside. Or maybe Joseph will run out of his formidable patience and finally snap your neck. You doubt the latter though. Joseph Seed seems unfazed by everything: insults, threats, pleas, curses, silence. He strokes your hair when you're not on your best days or holds your hands while walking down to the kitchen area, like he genuinely cares about you, or believes that he does. His hands are calloused and stronger than they look, much stronger, in fact; they hold you firmly by arms to keep you still when you try to wriggle out of his embrace during the night, and they also tighten painfully on your wrist whenever you attempt to leave his lectures before he allows you.

"Are you done?" You ask, interrupting Joseph mid-sentence. "I need to pee."

He pauses, looking at you for another minute before closing his book. That's something he does too during these sessions: makes you wait until he grants permission for even the most basic things like relieving yourself.

"Yes," he answers after a prolonged moment of contemplation. "It doesn't look like you're paying attention anyway."

You stand up, ignoring this comment. Joseph follows you with his gaze as you cross the room and disappear behind the door. You wish the bathroom had a lock at least — there's none, he says that seclusion breeds danger, probably cautious of suicide attempts. He has decency not to follow you in though. At least in that regard, Joseph respects your privacy, even though the concept is probably foreign to him.

You despise it so damn much: his presence, his touch, your forced proximity and those cold, piercing blue eyes. Joseph Seed unsettles you on a deep level — there's something fundamentally off about him, something you can't put your finger on from the start, but it's there, in the way he stares without blinking; in how calm and collected he remains even when you scream and kick when he just can't fucking get it and give you a moment to breathe. Joseph is unnerving, and his voice...his goddamn voice now haunts you whenever you're not with him, even here, in the bathroom.

And you think Joseph knows it. Of course, he does. It's written on your face, clear as day. He is perceptive like that, observant like few other people you know. But it doesn't deter him. He sees through the wariness that permeates your whole being, straight to your heart where he's nestled comfortably already, making himself a permanent fixture. Joseph Seed isn't going anywhere. You're both stuck here together until the very end of it.

You wash your hands afterward and glance at your reflection in the mirror above the sink. A pale face greets you in response — it hasn't seen sunlight for almost two months. Your skin feels dry no matter how many times you massage the ointment Joseph brought from the storage in it. There are bags under your eyes too. You wish he didn't care at all. Just let you be.

"Are you hungry?" Joseph asks, when you step out of the bathroom. You shake your head; there're some food leftovers from lunch, but you aren't in the mood for eating. He frowns slightly. "Child..."

"Don't call me that," you snap. You're tired of it, and feel like the period which has been absent during the first month will soon catch up on you. "I have a name."

"I am aware," he answers slowly. Joseph tilts his head to the side, considering you for a minute or two. Then, with measured steps like one would come to a frightened animal, he approaches and reaches out with his hand. The touch is soft, careful; it sends shivers down your spine and you try to retreat, Joseph catches you with ease, pulling you closer. His arm wraps around your waist in a gesture that's supposed to be soothing. Well, it's not. You struggle to get free, but he is stronger, despite his lean build.

"Let go," you protest weakly. Joseph hushes you and puts his chin on top of your head. You don't want him so close, it also frightens you how fast his touch grows familiar, as well as this sense of false security. Like he's putting a blanket over your eyes. His hand stokes your back, up, down, repeat.

"God sends us trials," he murmurs into the top of your head. "We must endure them. And I'll be here to help you bear this burden."

You want to gag, but swallow instead.

"I'll make some soup," Joseph adds after another moment of prolonged silence. He lets you go finally and retreats to the kitchen area with unhurried steps.

#far cry 5 #joseph seed #joseph seed x reader #shalott fanfiction #fanfic #far cry 5 fanfiction

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donat-senpai · 3 months

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

#far cry 5 #yandere joseph seed #joseph seed x reader #far cry 5 headcanons #jacob seed x reader #yandere jacob seed #yandere john seed #john seed x reader

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yanderemommabean · 4 years

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Hey mama, couldnt help but notice were into far cry 5. What kind of yandere would you class the Seed siblings as? Also, was curious if you had a favorite Seed?

Joseph Seed- Possessive, Obsessive, Delusional and manipulative, softer when it comes to his handling of his S/O but his love is as dangerous as his control over people

Jacob Seed- Possessive, a mild sadist compared to John, plays a lot of mental games, thinks his S/O is strong but just doesn’t know how to tap into their potential, so with every weakling killed he praises them and falls even deeper in delusional love

John Seed- Sadist to the core when things don’t go his way. Obsessive, a bit of a god complex sometimes. Probably sees his S/O as his only saving grace, calming him down before he goes too far on innocent people. And if they’re the ones stressing him out he has no problem putting them in their place, although he wouldn’t DREAM of ripping off pieces of their skin to atone. They haven’t sinned! They’re just stubborn, it’s a trait he hates and loves.

Faith Seed- Definetly the more easy going of the group, but only because she knows she can control her s/o with bliss if push comes to shove. A mix of possessive and obsessive, you’re the only “follower” she wants to stay by her side at all times. Of course it’s not like you can get far, her “angels” bid her every wish, so capturing you would take a day to do, max.

-Mommabean ((I haven’t finished the game but I LOVE IT SO MUCH ))

#Farcry 5 #yandere seed family #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere joseph seed #yandere john seed #yandere jacob seed #Yandere faith seed #yandere farcry #yandere farcry 5 #mommabean

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mlmdarkfiction · 6 years

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Can I have some hcs for yandere seed brothers finding out their so is childfree? No kids ever basically

Joseph:

is likely the most upset of the 3

he always wanted children, a big happy family to walk into Eden’s Gate with the two of you.

If the two of you can’t have children together, or you can’t have children of your own, he’s not opposed to a surrogate if you allow

that way the children can still, at least, be related to one of you

but if you disapprove of even that, than Joseph has no issues with ‘adopting’

It wouldn’t be the first time the cults kidnapped people for Joseph, and definitely wouldn’t be the last.

Jacob:

Much less of a family man then Joseph

Don’t misunderstand, if a family is something the two of you were planning for then of course he’ll be upset

Especially if he see’s that it’s something particularly upsetting to you.

Is the type of person to think of pets as family members, or at least as replacement for children

Though he’d never say ‘furbaby’

the point is, Jacob would absolutely get you a puppy Judge to try and make you feel better.

Is probably the worst at comforting you about it, because it’s not something he can relate to, or knows how to deal with.

John:

John is…expectantly disappointed

Although there is a bit of relief

He was always afraid of being like his own parents, and now it seems he doesn’t have to worry about that

But at the same time I can totally see Yandere John being devastated by it, and going as far as to try and steal the Rye’s baby once it’s born.

I mean he stole all their baby stuff for a reason, probably because the two of you were planning to be parents.

Ultimately John’s a lot more influenced to act, or find ways around this issue if you’re upset by the news.

Unlike Joseph, John’s made uncomfortable by the idea of having a surrogate, despite being a playboy in his youth, the idea of giving his cum to another person (in a sexual way or not) makes him uncomfortable.

He is however, not against adoption, so that’s likely what would happen.

And as previously mentioned, the Ryes are his first choice, because not only does he get a baby, but it’ll also piss off Nick Rye.

#Far Cry 5 #Far Cry 5 Imagines #Far Cry imagines #Yandere Far Cry #Yandere Far Cry 5 #Joseph Seed #John Seed #Jacob Seed #Male Reader Insert #Male Reader #Male X Reader #Male imagines #infertility mention #infertility tw

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englass · 4 years

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i SQUEALED in excitement seeing your writing on my newsfeed. :') now just hear me out... 3 for either john or joseph. whichever one that'd work better with the image in your head!

Asdfghjkl– Aww, thank you hun!!! ❤️ I’m so touched you enjoy my writing, it really means a lot to me!! 🤗 And I hope you don’t mind, but I went with Joseph for this one. The fella needs some love too, haha.

3. “I shouldn’t have to repeat myself.”

- - -

“Come here.”

You don’t move. You don’t want to be anywhere near him. You’ve seen what he can do, how he can so casually blind a man with his hands alone, drown someone with not even a shred of emotion on his face. Joseph was so much more dangerous than you ever thought him to be, and you never thought him to be such a thing in the first place. He had you fooled since the first day you met him, and your maiden heart wails at the betrayal. How could you have been so blind...

“I shouldn’t have to repeat myself,” you flinch at the utter ease at which he says it, at the reprimandable tone he puts on as if you’re merely a misbehaving child. It makes you feel so small…

You want to scream. You want to scream and sob and tell him to go fuck himself, to not give this monster of a man the satisfaction of breaking you in like some sort of captured animal; but… with tears in your eyes, your pride screaming that you damn well better not go over there, you feel yourself crumble under the cold fury of his eyes. The fraying impatience that has his jaw tightening and those frosty eyes of his narrowing in warning. You really don’t want to go over there, you really don’t, but… you also don’t want to know what he’ll do if you don’t.

Feet dragging the whole way, head down with tears slipping down your cheeks and arms wrapped tightly around your middle, you force yourself to stand in front of him. Flinching as his hand finds its way under your chin, tilting your head back with a gentleness that isn’t fair so he can look you in the eye.

This time, despite the way you tremble and shrink under his violating stare, you don’t back down. You meet his stare head on, no matter how frail your own may be.

He smiles at that, free hand coming to stroke your hair out of your face as he leans closer to you. Mouth pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, lips ghosting across your skin until he’s right beside your ear. The nausea and disgust rising to burn the back of your throat as he whispers to you a sickening, “good girl...”

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yanderehopecounty · 6 years

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Yandere Seed Brothers x Female Deputy

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

Warnings: Language Rating: PG13 Words: 1,469

Requested by: @xmisswolfx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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