Far Cry 5 One-Shot Collection

Yandere!John X Reader: "I really can't take it when you cry..."

Prompt 11. "I really can't take it when you cry like that... smile for me, alright? You're so pretty when you smile."

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Sobs wreck your body, have you shaking and struggling to breath. The pain ricocheting violently through you, coursing through every part of you as if you've been tossed into icy water. That frigid snap of betrayal now a savage scar upon your weak and gentle soul.

"Ah, s-shh. Shh, it's okay, my darling. It's okay." He hushes you softly, lowering to his knees in front of you, "You're safe now. You're safe, dearest. He can't take you away from me anymore. It's over. You don't have to worry anymore." John pauses in his reach for you when you jump violently at the movement. His heart breaking at the fear in your reddened eyes, at the tears that glisten against your flushed cheeks; a broken whimper slipping from him at the pain you must be in, at the hurt that you're rejection of his comfort causes him. He knows you mean it not, but it still tears at him all the same.

"Please, dearest, I really can't take it when you cry like that..." you flinch as his fingers brush gingerly against your cheek, smoothing across the damp skin until his palm cradles you. His free hand rising to mirror the explorative touch, shakily urging you to look at him as he draws your watery gaze to meet his own; the ocean of his eyes bright and speckled with a restrained giddiness that his twitchy smile can't quite hide. "Smile for me, alright? You're so pretty when you smile."

A new tear falls and as it does John catches it with his thumb, brushing it away with a gentle touch. Those striking eyes of his, as turbulent as the waves in stormy seas and just as ensnaring as a siren's call, flickering about your face; desperately searching until he settles for staring helplessly at your lips.

You can only watch as the writhing turmoil in your chest grows frantic, watching with an uncomfortable sort of detachment as he leans in with a harsh swallow. A strange and unnerving hesitance colouring his eyes as he glances at you, quick to retreat and focus back on your lips. Tilting your head up, a reassuring stroke of his fingers against your cheeks, his eyes fluttering closed as he innocently presses his lips to your own. A chaste kiss so sweet and gentle that you can't help but weep all the more.