Far Cry 5: Heaven Or Hell

Joseph Seed x Fem!Deputy Reader ~Secure~ (FLUFF)

He'd cut the tape off of your hands about a week after you'd been locked down here with him after the collapse. Since then, you had barely moved, thinking about everyone and everything that was lost in the hellfire. It had been two, maybe three days straight of crying, sobbing, losing your mind.

After the tears stopped falling due to sheer exhaustion, you finally started speaking. He tried to get you to talk to him. He sang, preached, talked to you. Manic at times, he'd start crying too. But he hadn't lost his siblings to you. Before the collapse, you locked them all away in their bunkers, to be fed regularly and given fresh clothing by other members of the resistance.

Joseph prayed, and prayed, for their safety, that they were alive, and waiting for him. He'd have his moments of rage against the deputy for all the people she'd killed, but she hadn't even considered killing the ones that meant the most to him. For that, he was grateful. Bitter that she thwarted his plans as much as she did, but still grateful it was her and not someone who wouldn't give his loved ones any mercy.
You get up off of the rickety bed, slowly raising your body into a sitting position. The first thing you need to do is wash up, so that's what you do. A refreshing shower later, while hearing Joseph moving around in the main room, and you get dressed, pulling on an old flannel shirt that Dutch had in a dresser, and some jeans.

Poor Dutch. You tried not to dwell on him, understanding that Joseph did what he did likely as a result of how Dutch reacted to having such an unexpected guest in his safe haven. It still made you mad, and sad, but if you were to spend years down here with Joseph, you wouldn't dwell on things that couldn't be fixed.

You tied up your hair in a bun, threw some clean socks and your boots on, and headed out to where Joseph kneeled in prayer. Not saying anything yet, you kneeled next to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder to join him silently in prayer. He smiles widely, opening his eyes after a couple more minutes, and turns to face you.

"You are awake, active, my child. I trust you're starting to come to terms with the Collapse?" He asks softly, his blue eyes searching your own. It takes a moment for you to speak as you'd been mute for a long time, besides your cries at night that lulled you to slumber.

"Y- yes... I am starting to..." You start, feeling like he's staring right through the layers you'd put up around your weakened self. "If we're truly going to be down here together... For a long time... I want to put aside any misgivings, and be able to provide comfort to one another. Everything... " You take a breath, almost overwhelmed by the words that surge out of you like a flood.

"Everything we lost, we can eventually rebuild. I guess... What I'm trying to say, is... I will join you. In whatever cause you are going to bring about in the new world." You say to him, looking into his eyes. His mouth is agape, and he reaches out to take your face into his hands.

"Wonderful, that's - that's wonderful. Absolutely wonderful." He muses, his voice hushed in shock as he strokes your cheeks. His smile is unlike any other, like sunshine in the darkness. He suddenly pulls you into an embrace, his body warm and inviting, and you lean into him with a smile, knowing your purpose now that the world is in ruin. "You have no idea how much I'd dreamed of you joining me in our new world. You won't regret it, my child." He whispers.

"One thing though... Please just call me /y/n/ ok? I need to hear my name. I don't want to forget it down here..." You say into his shoulder, your voice trembling. The embrace is broken as he considers you for a moment, your eyes looking down at your lap.

"Of course, /y/n/, I will do that for you." He reassures you with a softer smile, this time. You get up to go and retrieve some water, finding yourself being particularly parched after that nerve-wracking exchange. You sit at the table, glass of water in hand, deep in thought. Your mind wanders to the embrace, how warm he is, and despite your situation, he smells so nice, like cedarwood and musk and you start to fantasize.
You catch yourself daydreaming, the object of your distraction sitting across from you, simply staring into your face. The Father sits his chin atop his hand, his own glass of water in his grasp. You lift your head and sheepishly smile at him.

"I-I um, sorry. I was just thinking..." You say quietly, embarrassed at the thoughts you had. He chuckles softly.

"I have a question for you. More of a proposal really.." He ponders, gaze not leaving your reddened cheeks and blown out pupils. After hearing your noise of affirmation as a go-ahead, he continues. "It is just you and I down here, and without the comfort of physical contact, a person is more than likely to become depressed. I'd like for us to sleep in the same bed, if you're willing. To be close, both while sleeping and sometimes when not. I feel it will make our time down here much less damaging to our minds. What do you think about this?" He asks, only a bit of shyness showing on his face.

After all, he found you quite attractive. He has to regularly shower his impure thoughts of you out of him with prayer though, as he does not like the thought of being a hypocrite against his own teachings of purity.

"Well..." You start, having a lot to think about from that proposal. "I think that's a great idea. It sounds very comforting." You say simply, albeit nervously. He lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in, relieved.

"I will admit, having that hug with you calmed my tension greatly. It had me thinking that it should continue to be a normal occurence.." He says slowly, almost as if he's thinking very hard about what he says to not let anything beyond simply needing closeness slip. He doesn't want to let it out that he would only want this with you and nobody else.

She, who showed his family compassion and mercy, captured his own heart quickly, much to his chagrin. The only reason it had him feeling negative at all is that they would be down here for quite a while, and despite his teachings, he knows deep down that he may have to abandon some sense of grandeur and atone for his actions later on. They weren't married, yet.

The idea crossed his mind, making her the Mother, the one beside him to lead his people, to be with him always. He very much liked the idea. That night, they curled up close to one another, and slept together. It remained that way for weeks.
They maintained closeness to each other for much of the time, only reserving a small amount of time for them to have their personal space. The deputy found herself caught up in how much she began to adore him. His quirks, his imperfections, his everything. You loved his smile, and the way he talked to you, his gaze always on you.

A couple more months passed. They spent each night in each other's embrace, yet during the day they found themselves becoming even closer, sharing stories about their past, getting to know each other better than anyone else ever had.
One day, when they could hear a storm raging overhead, the Deputy approaches Joseph and sits next to him. Once he takes notice of you, you scooch yourself closer into his lap, which makes his neurons fire in such a way that leaves him almost breathless.

"I'm cold, Joseph..." You whine softly, burying your face into his shoulder. He chuckles at you, bringing his arms around you in an attempt to warm you up.

"Hey, I have a little plan for us if you'll indulge me." He says with a quirk of his brow, excitement building within him. You look at him and smile, curious about what he's up to.

"What's that, are you talking about after we get out of here? I think we should head north and set up shop by the mountains." You say dreamily, your smile widening.

"That is an excellent idea, /y/n/, but I mean right now. I want to... I mean... I'd like to have a date with you. As little space as we have, I want to treat you to a romantic setting because I find myself quite smitten with you. That's the truth, I just want you to be truthful with me and how you feel.." He gushes, his cheeks bright pink. You gasp, your cheeks mirroring the heat of his.

"I- Yes! I mean, I'd love to have that with you. A-a date, and I feel the same way... Ever since we started becoming close." You say shyly, and he chuckles, almost giggling giddily at your words. He stands, holding you up. Your legs automatically lock around his waist and you laugh as he twirls you. When he stops, having to lean against the wall to prevent falling over, he looks at you, feeling the happiest he's been in over a decade, maybe more. You look back, and you both start to lean in.

He captures your lips with his, letting you onto your feet and tangling his fingers into your hair. You deepen the kiss, embracing him tightly with your arms curled around his waist. He sighs happily into the kiss, a smile curling at his lips as he presses more firmly into it, not wanting to ever let you go.

That night, you two slept closer together than ever, trapped in a tangle of limbs. Things would be different from now on, and both you and Joseph were thankful that you had each other through everything.