Far Cry 5 One-Shot Collection

John Seed x Reader: "Darling, please, I promise I won't make a mess this time."

11. "Darling please, I promise I won't make a mess this time."

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With a heavy sigh you shake your head, rubbing your eyes as the beginnings of a massive headache starts to bloom. You always knew a relationship with John was going to be an interesting one, and that wasn't even starting to take into account his little bouts of mania when he became impassioned about something— as worryingly endearing as you found them to be. Hell, it didn't even include the questionable work he did for the Project.

No, you always knew your relationship with John was going to be interesting because of just how protective he was over you. Even as friends he had always been an absolute darling and looked out for you, and that hadn't changed once the two of you had decided to explore your affections for each other. If anything it had just become... a bit extreme.

"Darling please, I promise I won't make a mess this time."

"John, we've spoken about this," you sigh, "you can't just keep taking poor schmucks off the street everytime they look at me wrong. I get what you're trying to do—" at least you think you do, "—and in some fucked up way I appreciate it, but eventually someone is going to notice and you're going to get into a lot of trouble over it all. Hell, Joseph could notice and I don't want him chewing you out just because this," you gesture loosely to the bruised and tied up boy, "fool couldn't keep his eyes straight. And you can hide behind the whole 'Atonement' thing as much as you like, but you and I both know that this isn't true Atonement."

And as a whispered afterthought, "plus you'll stain the carpet."

Looking back up at John you blink at the raw vulnerability that colours his pretty eyes in seashore-blues. If you didn't know any better you'd say you could see little love hearts in his eyes.

"You appreciate it?" Is his soft spoken question.

You slump slightly at that, giving a small smile despite yourself at such an innocent question. Of course that would be what he focused on...

"Yes, John, I do," you reply simply, silently marvelling at the way his favourite word always makes him shiver whenever you say it. "Although I really do wish that you wouldn't hand out your 'retribution' to them within our own home."

"It's as you said, sweetling," he smiles somewhat dopely, still caught up in your (morally questionable) appreciation, "I would rather not risk having Joseph lecture me on the extent of my love for you."

It's not exactly what you said, but it's true enough, you supposed.

Nodding understandingly you pause as a sudden thought comes to mind. "Who is he anyway?"

John practically gives you whiplash with how suddenly his expression sours. "A fool, just as you aptly called him," he sneers, azure eyes locking onto the boy in question.

Shifting at the turbulent look in John's expressive eyes you hesitantly glance at his impromptu captive, taken aback to find the fellow was already staring up at you.

"Please," he begs quietly, "help me. He's going to kill me!"

"Oh no no no," John easily hushes, pivoting to pointedly place himself between you and the boy. "I'm not going to kill you. I'm not a murderer after all, merely just a humble baptist and a devoted partner. Two roles that I take very seriously, if you weren't aware. And while taking those roles very seriously, it just so happens that sometimes," voice turning airy, he leans closer, teeth bared in a predator smile as a hand grips the back of the chair in a white knuckled grip, "my steady hand slips, and accidents happen."

"John," you warn gently, but he ignores you; instead taking a fistful of the young man's hair and yanking it back, a pained cry escaping the boy as John violates his space and leans threateningly over him.

"I don't appreciate people looking at what's mine and I sure as fuck don't like them talking to what's mine. And seeing as you've now done both— and right in front of me no less," a fractured breath of a laugh scratches between his teeth, "I'm going to assume that you hold very little value in your miserable existence, so I guess you won't mind if I just take it—"

"John!"

Flinching at the harsh snap, he quickly turns to you. Two pairs of wide eyes staring over at you with a different mixture of emotions, although you only focus on the one.

It's criminal how innocent he looks after threatening to kill a man.

"Please, just leave it alone now. I'd rather not have any dead bodies in the house, thank you."

John fucking pouts at you. "But darling..."

"No," you hate when he gets whiny like this, he knows that you're weak to it... though really you're just weak to him in general. "Get him out of here, John. I'm pretty sure you've made your point quite clear over the whole thing as it is; hasn't he?"

The young man seems to get a tone paler as you level him with a harsh glare. Intimidation isn't your thing, you're far too gentle for it, but when it comes to instances like these you're sure even a ferret would look threatening when next to John.

The lad stutters over his begging, promises of never speaking a word of this to anyone being drowned out as you turn your harsh look to John. It softens considerably when looking at him, but you try to remain firm in this.

Thankfully John loves you.

"Okay," he sighs, "I'll send him to the bunker instead."

Your smile is resigned, but tender. "Thank you."

"W-wait, what?" The young man stutters fearfully, "But s-she just said I could leave! You said you'd let me go!"

"I swear, I better not find any blood stains in the house once you've taken him with you." Intent on ignoring the boy (you wouldn't have been able to spare him even if you wanted to; you've tried in the past) you make for the door until you're stopped by a gentle touch to your wrist. Turning around you're met with John smiling down at you, placing a quick but thankful kiss to your lips.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I promise I'll be done in a few hours."

"I'll keep you to that," you say, returning the brief kiss before you go to leave. Stopping just shy of closing the door you turn to find John still watching you. "And by the way, I hope you know that you're mine as much as I'm yours, right?"

Casting him a playful smile you just about catch his smitten expression before you close the door behind you.

Despite your casualness over the whole thing though, you really hope this doesn't happen again. You hate having to remind him not to bloody the varnish.