Far Cry 5 One-Shot Collection

Yandere!Joseph X Reader: "You don't have to love me."

Prompt 15. "You don't have to love me."

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The 'bliss', as it was called, is an absolute bitch. You don't know what it is, if it's some sort of crazy hallucinogenic or if it really is some sort of strange supernatural plain of existence like you'd heard some people whisper about, but what you do know is that you hate it and that you're positively sick of it.

And you're also sick of Joseph constantly invading this weird dreamscape with cryptic messages and unwanted touches.

Resting against a spindly tree, breathing heavily as you struggle to calm your racing heart, you curse the day you ever met the damn fanatic. Everywhere you turn here he's there, just standing there and watching you with this disgusting look of pity on his face. All because, what? You won't accept God's plan for you? You won't accept Joseph and the future he's got laid out for the both of you? Just who exactly decided that anyway? And speaking of him...

You throw a tired glare off to the side where Joseph stands, an oddly self conscious look on his face before he starts making his way toward you. Sadly you can't stop yourself from groaning and rolling your eyes at this whole fiasco.

"You seem rather tired, my love. Why don't you come and sit with me? I promise it'll not be as bad as you think it'll be."

Sincerely, you hope the incredulous look you throw at him is answer enough; but you suppose you don't assemble a cult from being easily dissuaded by disapproving looks alone. What a shame.

"I think I'll be fine here thanks."

The way his gentle smile falls into something disappointed cuts you a lot deeper than you'd like it to. Even so, he persists with a suffering sigh.

"I do not understand why you deny yourself this. Why you deny yourself the happiness that I can willingly provide for you. You are merely hurting yourself by resisting that which God has preordained for us." The glare of his glasses shifts as he tilts his head at you, "If only you would accept your purpose and love me as I love you."

You bristle at that, fingers curling into a fist against the bark as you press yourself back into it, regarding him with a defiant snarl. "I will never love you."

"You don't have to love me." You frown at that, suspicion coiling like a feral viper within your chest. In turn, he smiles at you. "Maybe not right now anyway, but you will. In time. I know you will."

He stops just before you. Reaching out until a finger loosely brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Sweetly leaning down to press his forehead against your own, his nose nudging innocently against your own. The blue of eyes twisted by the yellow of his glasses into an unhealthy green; his smile turning unexpectedly sharp.

"God has promised me you will."