Praise [discontinued]

There is none | John Seed

"Pre-Cult"!John x Reader
(Possible Trigger Warning)

There was literally nothing that could deter you from following John like a puppy. He found it so adorable that you would snuggle up under his arm even when you were mad at him. You loved him and honestly he thought you may as well of been the only person who did.
You had taken every bit of his life and made him happy; How the hell you had managed to do that for him puzzled him.
No-one made him feel this way but you, no-one. Your hands were always clasped in his when you didn't feel assured, always asking if it was a good idea to do something.
The two of you were like two sides of a coin, you were cautious and careful, and he was reckless and dangerous. That was John for you. Every time he laughed at you for clinging to his arm you found yourself laughing with him. It was never a dull moment with John, no, not ever.
He found comfort in you, you put up with the violent and often mood-swings he held. Letting him cry it out even if he didn't want to cry it out. John's attention was on you a lot because of the comfort you gave him.
He didn't realise what he had though, no he didn't realise it until it was too late.
Your hands were smaller then his and they held his hands so firmly even when he didn't want you to. You protected him from his parents and from the people who wished to call him crooked. He loved you for being there to defend him. No, he didn't notice when you were upset, he was too caught up in his own emotions. You would cook for him as much as you could, whining when he wouldn't let you cook for him. You would both explore around the Maple Tree and sit together underneath it.

The clicking of his pen made him shift as he wiped his nose on his sleeve, wiping the tears out of his eyes and looking to the photo resting on his desk.

You both spent as much time together as possible, you even studied with him for his doctoral in Law. You would both sit up all night talking and cuddling, finding reasons to give each other kisses and hugs. It was wonderful, absolutely wonderful. It was under the Maple he asked you to marry him; Under the Maple where you told him 'Yes.' He loved you to say Yes... You were the only person to say that to him in a very long time. His only goal was to have a form of family with you, to give his possible kids a happy life, even if they were adopted like himself.

He found himself tugging on his trench-coat as he locked his door behind him, his breath creating fog in-front of his face as he made his way to his car.

The two of you did everything together and the planning for the wedding began immediately. There would have been professional musicians there, a large three tiered cake, and anything you wanted. He promised you anything. He always promised you everything and he always came through with his words. When he promised you he would seek help for his mood-swings, he did. When he promised you he would stop drinking, he did. He would do anything for you and vice versa. Two months, that's how long you both would've had to wait to get married. That wasn't long at all for either of you, but even then a lot of things can happen in just a few months.

The road was bumpy and he eventually had to leave his car because the path stopped at the woods, he would have to walk the rest of the way to his destination.

Yes, a lot of things can happen. He forced you to see a doctor when you had came home with a fever and a good few hours of being sick. You promised him you were fine, you really did promise that.

He growled at the mud and sticks that stuck to his shoes and whined every time his pants caught on a briar bush. Despite this, he was on a mission to reach his destination.

You made him promise you were going to be okay when you were bed-ridden, and he promised that. The both of you sat on the bed, and despite that you both found a way to laugh together. John knew you would be okay, and he came through with his promise, because not even a month in and you were just fine and healthy again. John knew you were okay, and he promised he would love you until you both died. When you came home he made you your favourite dish- it wasn't very good, but it was the thought that counted to you.
God what you would give to have another meal made by him.

His hair was tousled and askew when he came to the clearing, his eyes burned red and puffy from the crying he had done on the way here. He could see the Maple.

When you told him you were sleepy he didn't make you get up. He thought nothing of it. A decision to ignore it would be a decision he would regret. The two of you spent the day sleeping in bed and he didn't mind you sleeping through it all. It was peaceful between the two of you now.

God this old Maple. Still holding the engraving of each-other's initials drew more sobs from his throat, making him shake his head at the sight of the tree.

He only realised what was wrong when he realised you weren't breathing.

He stared at the Maple. The Maple he spent day after day with you. The Maple he proposed to you under. The Maple you said 'Yes' under. The Maple you carved your names into. The maple you made promises under.
The Maple he buried you under only a week ago.

"There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery."-Dante Alighieri