Synopsis: Leon Kennedy, Agent of the DSO, was already in Rhodes Hill Care Center for his own Agenda following Victor Gideon because of his connection to the deaths of the Raccoon City Survivors. What he didn't expect was to find a familiar face of his younger years infected with the same thing all the other patients were, what will he do now?
warnings: age gap (but not really because reader is in theory his age), infected reader, reader is described with white hair and it being long enough to be past her shoulders, reader is in love with leon, leon feels guilty (when does he not), gore, canon typical dismemberments, emily and marie are considered reader's daughter, canon divergent (changed the lore around Emily), reader was a pianist and piano teacher for children.
word count: 3.3
dividers by @honeyluvsw / banners by @saradika-graphics
Leon heard the soft humming of someone in the facility, not like the singing he was able to hear through the whole building from the lady that had been dancing and singing two of the male infected with her in the room. No this was a softer one, not a shrill voice that could barely make words but instead a soft tune which he had often seen mother’s to their babies when he had some time off chasing bioterrorism weapons and their creators (which he barely did through the years; yet asking for some vacation time if he survived the next few weeks with whatever working through his blood could be contained. He needed a break.
Having had to encounter infected who could speak few words or phrases, ones that were able to sing and of course all of them doing what they had apparently been doing before being infected with this new virus created by Dr. Gideon. Men and woman alike just following what they had been taught to do and had been doing for years before they had even had contact with the infection only to turn into monsters that followed their day-to-day routine with nothing but the urge to be normal burning through their braincells and blood.
So he took the hatchet, the one buried into the skull of a male infected that had tried to attack him, out of the now fractured cranium. The metal heavy in his hand as she waved it slightly, the blood dripping onto his shoes and the ground as he slowly made his way towards the great white door letting the humming escape. Leon shook his head, putting the hatchet to rest and pulling out his pistol and pointing the opening towards the door. Standing in front of it kept the humming louder, wrapping his fingers around the door handle and pulling it.
The humming stopped immediately and yet Leon tried again to open the door with more force than before; like it was to give in to him if he was harsh enough. His muscles working against whatever held the door closed (hopefully not the creature that had now stopped humming). He sighed, pulling back from the door and push his pistol into the holster he carried on his body. Taking a few steps from the door, shaking his body to ease his muscles as he came to conclusion of breaking down the door with his mass so that the monster on the other side of the door could not longer sing and entail other infected to join her like the other one had.
“Baby?”
Leon froze, the soft word spoken into the air separating him and apparently a woman who had walked towards the door. Not a growl in the spoke word but only softness even as he heard something hit the door. He took a careful step back but there was no more than a few bangs which barely rattled the door he stood in front of. He waited, hand almost on the handle to wrap his fingers around once more to have something to hold onto while he throws his body against the wood but stopped shortly before.
“Baby? Are you there?”
Leon heard some rasping and shallow speech in the question, maybe the woman on the other side of the door had been infected shortly after he had arrived and was fighting against the strain of virus he knew nothing about. So he waited and listen, the hand not hitting the door anymore and slight sound he could hear through the door; breathing to deep and yet too shallow with every push into the air sounding like the woman on the different side could not breath for the live of her and yet made sure to comfort whomever she thinks was on the other side of this door.
“It’s okay, don’t be sad. I’m here.”
Soon after he heard shuffling and the humming started again like she had never been at the door at all. Leon glared at the door, having tried to press his body against the door he could feel that the pressure against the door did not feel like a person or a normal lock which he could break through but might be something like the gate which had separated him from Grace Ashcroft before Victor Gideon had decided to have a conversation with him. A sigh left him once again, taking steps back so he could look around the door and hall to find anything that could help him in his endeavour to get into the closeted room.
Turning back into the office near the room he made sure that nothing lurked in any corner, after all he did not want to step into the room if he did not need to. His gun pointing while he used the flashlight to keep the darkness from hiding anything in shadows but let it illuminate. At the other end of the big office space he saw a desk with a computer emitting light from an open desktop like it had been prepared for him, like he was meant to see it; or someone in the facility had forgotten to turn it off in a rush.
He leaned over the desk, thinking about contacting Sherry to help him but he knew they both had enough on their plates even if he did not let it show. Leon would do this on his own, so he watched the camera’s which had been placed in a room. Four of them pointing into a room in different angles and in all of them there was someone to see; a figure even if it was just the slightest bit. Using his gloved hand he clicked on the first camera to bring it into a bigger view, he after all actually wanted to see what or who was sitting in the room (seemingly sterile and yet with a lot of furniture).
A female figure (something he had anticipated from the voice he had heard) sat on a couch in the middle of the room. Fingers weaving through the air like she was conducting a play before her fingers stopped mid air and she hummed again. Standing from her seat, swaying softly like her legs could not figure out how to hold her body weight before she stopped and turned her body in circles. She was dancing, moving out of the camera which made Leon switch quickly to another to continue watching her.
The white hair going past the woman’s shoulders and falling softly in curls like it was made to be that way. The woman seemingly a doll created just to be watched even as he saw her sit down at the piano and softly press keys. The music filling the hallways through the door; he stopped shortly. He knew those notes it was an all too familiar song being played to him that he associated with a woman he knew when he got a small vacation after saving Ashley Graham. A song associated with the past which felt too happy to think about now that he had to figure out a way to get into the room and save the trapped woman.
He had to contact Sherry. Leon needed to know how long this woman had been trapped and how he could approach her without making her freak out; and the only way to do that was through communicating with Sherry and have her pull up the information needed through the skills she had that he did not. That girl was truly his savior while helping him and the Raccoon City Survivors.
“Sherry, come in.”
“What’s up Leon?” Hearing the bright voice of the girl he had once helped save in Raccoon City seemingly eased the weight on his shoulders as she breathed out and in again. Pressing his fingers against the communicator once more to speak with the young woman about what he found. He explained the situation which then left Sherry to have him put in false passwords until she found the IP address and could hack the computer and pull up the files for herself and him. Leon waited for words from Sherry as he continued staring at the camera’s, which apparently made him more paranoid because the woman in them looked a lot like his the girlfriend he had for a almost two years (though he would see it more as months as he had not been in communication with a long time).
“Patient Information,” Sherry started to say and he figured she was scrolling through documents to find anything about the woman playing a very well known melody with the same softness and pauses that a certain someone once had done. And then Sherry spoke your name; the name Leon had been thinking about since he had watched the woman on the camera’s move around the move with an all too familiar rhythm. Leon stopped in the pacing he was doing in front of the desk, letting his eyes flick back to the cameras which apparently showed you in a prison he did not know about until now; like he had not made sure that you would be safe after he had broken it off with you to protect you. As if you were nothing more than an experiment instead of a person.
Leon made sure that he heard right, your name falling from Sherry’s lips once more before the files she had dug up appeared on the screen; therefore covering the camera which would let his eyes follow your — her — every move. He stepped back towards the desk, using the mouse sitting next to the computer to click through the files to find far too many reports for someone that should be save and not in the world of bioterrorism before a picture of you appeared; a picture he had taken when you guys had been celebrating something (he couldn’t remember what exactly) and then another of you now.
Your appearance had not changed a lot, not in the years that he had not seen you at least. You hadn’t aged at all since he had seen you which meant you have to been infected with the virus Victor Gideon had been working on in your early- to mid-thirties (the time he had broken up with you). Your hair now in a white colour like the singer in the Bar & Lounge which he had shot point-blank without a singular thought of her live but you were different. He knew you, he had even in some way loved you and reading about your condition like you were nothing but an experiment was painful because he needed to keep you out of this part of his life far more than he wanted you in it.
“I released the door mechanism.”
The sound from a something (the door obviously) unlocking came from the hall which had him look at the door which escaped into the bright white hallway leading towards a door which held his past like it was supposed to do such a thing for a long time. He closed the files, staring at the pictures of you and your name sprawled over them for some time before shutting down the computer so that the people having imprisoned you could no longer get any information through the camera’s set up in your room.
“Thank you, Sherry.”
“No problem, Leon.”
The last words shared between the man and young woman before he pushed himself away from the desk. Gloves hanging to the wood for longer than he expected like they had fused with the construct; he ripped himself from the desk and quickly moved his legs to sprint out of the office space so that he would not keep himself from seeing truly if it was you. You who had been like sunshine when you guys had met and dated, always understanding his excuses and never pushing like you knew more than him in the situation. He had hoped to protect you from his live when he broke up with you, leaving you to continue to be a piano teacher to smaller children because you had always loved children even thinking about having some of your own with the right person; a person not meant to be him.
Leon closed his eyes for a second, which was a bad idea because he was imagining you smiling at him while the sun went down behind you. Like all you were and would have been was set in that moment that he had figured out that he needed to stop seeing you to protect you from whomever might want to do him harm through you, yet it still happened. You had been taken and he never knew. He opened his eyes, turning his head to look at the great white door which stood before him. Fingers wrapping around the handles once more, the humming in the room having started again at some point while the piano had fallen quiet. He pushed the door open. Slowly.
The humming got louder with the gap growing until the door was fully open and Leon was able to make out some words. Words to soft that they did not even register as anything but humming as he took a step into the white room. Eyes flicking around the room to find any abnormality to what he had already witnessed, a room with furniture and a human figure once again sitting on the couch while humming an unknown song in the air. So he did what he thought was the best decision he could have made in this situation.
Leon spoke your name.
The humming stopping once more like it had when he had rattled the door too heavily and you had thoughts someone (whom you call Baby) had tried to enter. The hands which had been dancing with the air stopping and slowly falling to your side while he watched. No real expression across your face because the infection might have stopped you from being able to move your face the way you wished it to move. Leon watched you, like you were a prey cowering before him because he was the predator when it was the other way around. He stood still, letting the door fall shut behind him. Your head quickly turning to look his way.
“Baby?”
He said your name again, trying to catch your attention though he barely saw your eyes move. He watched as you stood up, body wavering but steadying soon after like you had been used to this action, a routine made over years of living in this place. He made no sound as you started moving towards the door, legs unsteady and yet strong as you walked towards him with the focus on the door. He did not have to move out of the way because you just did it, like he was air which felt unwelcoming to you instead of a person which you should be attacking. He observed.
Your hand striking the closed door, fingers curling in the wood as you leaned against it. Knees buckling softly, letting you slide down to the floor like you were meant to.
“Baby? Are you there?” Those words again. Like they were all you knew, as if your life was build around words you couldn’t understand. Hands sliding down with you as you pushed against the door softly. He let you do what he heard through the door before, speaking to someone that was not there while he surveyed the room. The corners of the camera’s and ceiling which held a suspiciously large hole which seemed to have been forced into the ceiling by something he had no knowledge of.
“I’m here.”
Leon turned back to look at you when he heard shuffling, watching you as you made your way back to the couch just to intercept. A hand on your arm to stop you from continuing your stride, he stood before you. A wall which you could tear through with ease or bite to get free but you did none of that, you stood still like you had been trained to do so. Eyes on the ground before they moved towards his face, he was older now but he hoped you could still recognize him in this haze of a mind. His fingers itching to grasp the pistol strapped to his side because he’d rather put you to rest quickly than have to prolong you suffering.
Your hand moving upwards where he could still watch them from the corner of his eyes, fingers curling softly before the cold flesh of yours pressed against his warmer cheeks, the stubbles of the beard he had shaved days before bending to your will while he held the eye contact you initiated with him. Fingers not burying themselves in his flesh as he would have expected from someone infected but instead they were gentle, far too gentle for you not to recognize him even when he watched the question flickering through your over fogged eyes. The gentleness did not stop even as a thumb moved to rub his skin like it was always meant to be that way.
“Le—“ Your voice broke after the first few letters of his name like you were punished to speak it, he continued watching you. You stopped shortly after, mouth still half open as your head tilted to one side. Hair falling over the lower half of your face and next to your shoulder. Your chapped lips moved again. “Love?” It was a question and yet he melted into your gentle hold just at the sound of it. You saying the word you had called him when you were in a relationship, a word Leon did not know he missed because he hadn’t heard it in so long just to be spoken when your mind was in frenzy. “Is it you?”
“It’s me,” he whispered, voice breaking slightly as he hoped to warm. Hand covering yours as he looked into your eyes, eyes which could not truly make him out. Your body just remembered him the way he had remembered you through the years. “It’s me.” He had not protected you but he could save you if he needed to, he wanted to save you as if it was the only thing keeping him alive at the moment.
“My love,” another raps from your throat as you spoke softly. Hands sliding down his neck and falling down at your side as there was rumbling from above you. Something was crawling through the ceiling and shook the foundation which brought him to push you into his chest. Face pressed against his shoulder knowing that you could bite him even when the thumping stopped right above the hole which was in the ceiling. He did not want to let you go even as you held out an arm to the hole.
Your infected body strength against his holding you back somehow winning (maybe because he was not trying his hardest) but he observed as you started humming again. Hand held out to the ceiling and head tilted back to look into it with a soft smile, a smile he did not know your face could make as he took a step towards you to also look at the hole. Though a growl froze him, hand on his pistol while you stood there in ease.
“It’s okay, Baby. I’m here.” You said loud and clear, like he had heard before. A change of words and meaning but still the same as when you thought someone had been at the door. So he simply watched, a hand far bigger than yours and most likely as big as your body reaching into the room only to shrink back when it was touched by the bright white light with a painful wail; as the one he heard from babies or toddlers when they got hurt. “It’s okay,” you called out before humming softly to the hole with a monstrous being hidden inside of the ceiling while he had his hand on his gun and the opening of it pointing at where the arm had been.
“Didn’t know I was dealing with the Mother of Demons.”
Author's Notes:
That One-Liner gave me the a hard time, a harder time than the rest.
My brain does not stop even when i want it to, new ideas (like the non canon lore i applied to this fic).
Synopsis: Reader wakes from her c-section and spends time with the two little girls which are considered to be her daughters which then turns into years later where the two girls visit Reader before the incident of Marie's vanishment.
warnings: LEON IS ONLY MENTIONED, infected!reader, reader is described with white hair and it being long enough to be past her shoulders, reader is in love with leon, fluff, emily and marie are considered reader's daughter, canon divergent (changed the lore around Emily and Marie), a childless mother and a motherless child, medical inaccuracy, mental illness inaccuray especially because the mental illness is not named, marie has personality, unknown pregnancy and therefore unknown birth, Victor Gideon is a gaslighter.
word count: 3.7
dividers by @honeyluvsw / banners by @saradika-graphics
You laid on a table, not a wooden one that had been put into the room so you could eat your meals in peace over the months you had been a patient in the Rhodes Hill Care Center. No; it felt like a metal table used to operate on someone, on a living or dead body. Metal that pressed into your shoulder blades like stones you were pressed onto because it was far too hard for your body. Yet you stayed still, not remembering why you had been on the table because you had simply fallen asleep in your room. A room small and sterile like anything else in the Care Center which was not a communal room.
Your head turned slowly, eyes trying to find anything that could connect to your brain and let you know what had happened. The room was as white as the room you had been stationed in for all your time while under Doctor Victor Gideon and his staff, the same turquoise details that were spread around the building except the hallways and the same bright white light which often left you to have headaches and therefore left you to be in dim lights only when the nurses and other doctors accepted your request for less intense light. You blinked multiple times, trying to get used to the great light staring down but instead you turned your head fully away from the ceiling and to one side of the room.
Nurses and Doctors standing with their backs facing you, like they were not concerned because you had some kind of medication in your system even though you were not supposed to have any. Doctor Gideon after all had said it would make you lose weight and mental perceptions while you were already struggling with both since a few months. Really since before your boyfriend had broken up with you and left you alone in your department wanting to have a conversation with him about the future and how it would end if you did not get any help for your mind. Leon Kennedy had made the decision easy for you, though you loved him and the heartbreak had been hard to you and yet you had been glad that he had not seen you break and would never know how bad it had gotten for you before you could even ask him if he liked you enough to see you as someone he could spent his life with and introduce to Sherry (a girl he had spoken highly off like you was his own) but that had been for naught.
Yet that did not ease your mind truly, your eyes focused on the gowns of the practitioner even as you felt the cold seep into your flesh and blood, therefore slowly reaching your bones which already felt as heavy as your eyelids. There was no sound around you, at least nothing comprehensible to you even as your arm trembled with the strength of you trying to reach for someone to attend to your well being. No sound until there was a scream.
A scream which now carried through the room like it had always belonged there. A scream too shrill for your ears and you could not simply push your hands over them to block the sound, not let your fingers tug at the ears or stuff them because you were far too weak. The screaming continued but at least it seemed like a saving grace as the nurse whom had been giving your medicine for the last few months turned to face you; as if she had just remembered that you laid on this table and had the probability to wake from your slumber. Your hand hanging from the table and held up with all the strength the body belonging to your mind was capable of using.
“She’s awake.” It did not sound like a voice to you, more of a whisper the room you were stuck in thought of a saving grace. Words not meant for you and yet about you; sound which should not have been able to reach inside of your body and pull at your mind when your eyelids were fluttering, barely staying open because it felt like you had lost all your strength in the matter of second or minutes you laid awake. The voice quiet and non-comforting while the screaming of something behind the wall of nurses and Doctor Victor Gideon stood strong, nothing to break them even if a hurricane were to pass through the Rhodes Hill area. Yet the screaming still had not ceased.
“Stop,” you whispered. Blistered, cracked and bloodied lips trying to push the words out with all the force that you could muster. No one stirred at your tone, eyes only on you when they decided to glance of their shoulders while you were getting tired and the noise around you did not help the headache burying it’s way into your skull as if it wanted to part her bone, vessels, muscles and her skin to escape through your forehead. “Stop,” you cried out again, not met with answer even as your fingers stretched with an ache in them, curling to be freed of the pain as your eyes closed without your command. Air barely moving through your lips or nostrils as your head shifted so that you could barely make out the figures when shifting your eyes to the side. One last try, one last chance to be heard and then you would let yourself slip into the sleep calling you, though it felt far too cold to be simple sleep and not death awaiting for you when your eyelids slip shut. Just one more try and then you could finally stop trying to fight as you done in the last few months. “Stop!”
The noise stopped, not the screaming of something small and unstable but the words of the nurses and the clinking of metal of the tools the medical team held against the counters or metal tablets. Silence except for the continuing screaming or crying of something unknown and yet not fully human because a conscious human would know not to cry in this setting when not needed. Eyelids closing soon after as you let the weight of your body just lay there, cold from the air of the room with no warmth kept in your blood which was seemingly slowing through your veins while your heart was still deciding if it wanted to continue your existence of living or take you into the realm of sleep and endless peace.
“How are we feeling?” The deep voice, seemingly packed with gravel stones between the throat and the tongue of the man, asked. Asking like you had not tried to catch their attention multiple times as you felt the Reaper slowly trailing towards you like he was an old friend or even a lover you had been missing for years since you guys had broken up — or more like since he had broken it off and decided that your words had no weight in the conversation even when trying to fight for your heart like you never had done before. The love that you had for Leon Scott Kennedy had been — no, was — more than you had ever felt in your entire life so even when he left; you let him walk away because sometimes loving someone meant letting them go.
“Could be better,” you rasped. Your tongue and throat feeling too dry to let the words pass effortlessly, which left them to scratch at the red muscles and organs as if they had not been made for the simple task of speaking. Words beating you the same way the bright white light of the ceilings were, you were laying in an unknown room with screaming penetrating your every thought before they could even be brought into existence and your body telling you that everything hurt when you did not know why it should. You did not even know why you were set on a metal table like a corpse awaiting a mortuary to attend to it or why your body felt far too heavy to have just lost a bit of blood.
“You will be well.” Those were words Doctor Gideon spoke as he seemed to lean over you, your eyelids fluttering when his breath fanned over them just to meet the goggles he used whenever you had seen him before, as if they were protecting him from truly seeing someone beyond a figure that needed help and more of a person. Often you were not even sure if he saw you as someone that needed help but more as something broken that needed fixing or just to be held together by tapes which would rip, be reapplied and teared once more; over and over.
“What happened?” You whispered, your mind still trying to figure out why you were laying in a room you did not know with so many people around you that you had never seen before. It felt like you were an experiment or test subject they had seen for the first time instead of someone that had needed help for the last years. Eyelids fluttering until they simply closed as Doctor Gideon pulled away from watching you and instead simply decided to stand next to you while footsteps surrounded the table (at least you suspected it from the closeness of their footsteps).
“Some complications in the surgery.” The words made no sense, you had not been scheduled for any surgery especially because you had no need for it. Your body was physically healthy as far as the last check up was to be believed, the check-up that had been in the morning before you had decided to take a nap after it had been recommended to you by the Psychologist you had seen after the nurse had checked your vitals to her satisfaction and most likely reported it to the Doctor now leaning over you like this was something that had been planned.
“What surgery?” Your words came out in simple gasps, like air wanting to enter and leave your lungs but fighting against your tongue and lips. Eyelids fluttering, though not to open or even more their position of closed but because you felt a hand on your arm, a hand far too cold so that you would not flinch at it in some way. Your words were also soft, no weight in them because of how light your head felt and you not even addressing it. These questions where important to you; if they were not it would seem you had fallen into your mania and had forgotten most of your life the last few months to forget you needed a surgery or simply imagined that you were well. You were scared.
“A minor one.”
“Really?” You were ignoring the screaming growing louder while his big rough and cold hand was wrapped around your wrist. Eyes clamping shut in pain as the screaming got closer, like it was made simply to disturb your little space of peace. Victor Gideon did not say another word, his fingers tapping your wrist for a second before his thumping steps moved away and left you with nurses all around you. Bright lights still shining above you because it shined through your eyelids in the typical red tone of the blood vessels being illuminated in the skin. No answer to your question except the hushes whispers and the wailing around you.
A pressure was put down on your chest and the light seemingly being dimmed which left you to stretch your face away so you could escape the weight now laying on your chest until something was also set on your other side. Your arms being moved to be set upon two small things feeling too big to be anything like what she had expected of bags. Yet the screaming had stopped the second they had been pressing down on your chest with weight, you did not want to open your eyes and still something underneath your skin called you to do so, her eyelids prickling like their was a fly crawling upon them and yet it vanished the second they were staring back at the ceiling and light — though now dimmed instead of burning into your cornea and therefore your oculus.
Pupils adjusting to the room light, moving slowly to look at the nurses standing around you. Eyes focused on your face and your chest as if they had not seen one in a long time, or ever — yet most of them carried their own breasts. Your eyes stayed on them for seconds, taking in their expressions (softer than what you knew) and not just the movement of their eyes. Feeling like something was happening that you had no idea off, something you should know especially after Doctor Gideon had spoken to you in this white room filled with nothing but the dimmed light (only because it had been turned shallow), no fresh air except from the air conditioner and a ting of iron you swallowed with every passing breath and sniff of the air. You wanted to speak, yet you had no chance to do so.
“The babies stopped crying,” one of the nurses whispered; yet it sounded louder than anything in the silent room. You froze, the words dancing around in your brain, trying to make sense of them. Eyes widening though squinting soon after, it felt like even the minimal light was burning your eyes and therefore you let them rest easy again. Eyebrows furrowed as the words started to connect, eyes moving down your face and body to be met with two white-haired bundles of joy (though you would maybe not consider them such as you were not expecting them). Babies with blonde hair which seemed far too white to be natural, and they were in her arms and splayed on her bare chest.
“What?” The words barely left you before another nurse spoke.
“Congratulations.” Your eyes moved to a young nurse, someone that you had never seen before, with her wide smile and soft eyes which creased at the sight of the situation because of the cheeks raising with her muscles, and of course hands clasped together in front of the dark blue scrubs she wore. She watched like you were a project but you did not care.
You laid there on this cold table and yet felt no cold at all, fingers stroking softly over the still red skin of the babies you had been giving while they nuzzled into your body like they wanted to bury them selves in it. Eyes following every small movement they decided to show, fingers clenching around air and eyelashes fluttering slightly by eyes closed and open and their faces showing themselves to you like they had been waiting for this moment. Eyes which could not yet see staring into your head like they knew you were there. A soft chuckle left you, you might have not expected or wanted them but they were yours and you would love them if it meant they would always look a you like someone they needed.
You were sitting in a white room, a room called your own because you had not left it in far too long. It was your new home, a room were nurses and the doctors came to have their appointments with you while your health seemingly was deteriorating with every breath you took. Nurses stopping by more often than you liked especially when they arrived with a doctor you did not know, a doctor which was not Victor Gideon and knew nothing about you like he did. They were nothing more an annoyance to your daily life in this singular isolated white room which made your skin crawl.
Your eyes were trying to focus on your hands in your lap. The white of your fingers the first you noticed because they had been once more colourful had they not? Squinting at the white reflecting the same white light from the ceilings (which had not been dimmed since the surgery where you had gotten the two babies in your arms), white like a sheet of paper or even the room. Hints of your blood vessels and veins under the corpse like skin, not red or violet but rather blue when you bring the arm to your face to watch it properly.
Skin not filled with pigments of skin but rather empty and barely able to be seen by your eyes; eyes which had started to disappoint you over the years in which your little girls had grown up to be more grown girls under the age of ten and yet older than the year, like their bodies grew slower than what a normal healthy body was supposed to do. They were too small for their ages and yet perfect whenever you got to see them because they were yours and you loved them with everything you’ve got.
Their was a knock on the door, your head turning slowly. You body had started to move slower, as if you muscles had started giving up on every task your brain wanted to give them, they heavy whenever you walked and the complications with your eyes getting worse with every passing day for the last few months had not helped. The medicine the doctors had given you had not stopped the progress but had started apparently started to let your former hair turn white like you were an old woman instead of a woman in your late thirties to early forties. The knock happened again, breaking you from your thoughts.
“Baby, are you there?” You called out, hoping the nurse or doctor bringing the two girls to your side heard you. Your voice was no longer strong but rather soft and gentle because your only real interactions were with Emily and Marie. The door opened, footsteps of bare feet hitting the ground echoing slightly as the two white haired girls walked into the white room with a nurse closing the door behind them as quickly as she could to leave the sound of it slamming behind. It echoed for a second while the former babies (and therefore toddlers) stayed in the spots they had been left at.
“Maman,” the wavering voice of Emily called out, she had her fingers wrapped around the grey dress Marie wore though the two of them wore the same dress. Marie stood still, white eyes focused on the other side of the room while you watched them. Hand on the couch next to you, patting it softly to let them come to you but they did not move.
“Babies?”
“We can’t see since our last medicine,” Marie said. Not as soft or wavering as Emily; more confidence in her statement even when you could barely make out the shake of her body. The two of them could no longer see and you might have been the maker of their fate — after all your sight was also slowly vanishing. The nurses and doctors coming to see you had also explained that you iris was covering with white, the same white keeping your girls from seeing you. You broke out of your stupor when sniffles were loud enough to let you know something is wrong.
“Are you okay?” You stood, legs shaking under your body weight which had started to get less and less through the last few weeks as you could not let any meal send to you simmer in your stomach and stay in it, instead you always rush to the trash can which often gets filled with your insides soon after. Your legs trembled, a shaking breath leaving you as the sniffles turned into sobs while your girls still stood too far away.
You chose to not care about yourself, your eyes focused on the white haired girls which were your own by more than blood and rushed towards them. Bare feet sticking to the hard wood floor while you stumbled, arms moving to keep your balance before your knees gave out. Still too far from them but you used your arms to drag you were you needed to be, where you were wanted and could do nothing but who you are. Where you could be the mother they needed.
Hands softly grabbing their arms, their sobs now louder and almost like the screaming you had heard before they had been pressed against you after their birth. They calmed when they were in your arms, no further loud sob leaving them as the two of them buried their faces in your neck. Arms wrapping them in warmth of your body and gown, fingers going through the hair to calm them. Your sight might vanish soon but you would have to make sure you could get to them when they needed you, you were after all all they needed and they were all you had ever wished for.
“It’s okay, don’t be sad.” You whispered to them as they buried their fingers into your own grey gown and the same hair of white that you now shared, all of your features now almost identical to the little girls you had in your arms. “I’m here.”
“Mama,” Their voices spoke, your hold on them tightening. Head buried between them as the three of you became one, their hand grasping more and more on you like they wanted to bury themselves back into the womb they had come from. You would gladly accept them if they did so, they would never leave you vision again even if they wished for it. You were their protector and therefore would do anything to keep them save and let their tears dry.
“Can you sing for us?”
“Of course my little Marie.” Fingers going through the white hairs of the girls as they laid their heads between her chest and shoulder, hands loosening up on her gown and hair as they sat together on the ground. Humming starting as you cared for them, it was your three against the world and you would let them all know it.
Author's Notes:
apparently Alpaca's hum to their little ones to let them know they are safe etc. so really Reader is alpaca coded
scrapped the last scene i wanted to write because i thought it was more impactful to have only scenes with two girls instead of one without emily
Things you need to know that would have been mentioned in that scene: Emily's visits would have reduced to then after vanish while Marie visited often as her monster form.
Reader is a mother who yearns for her children to be at her side
Victor Gideon needs to get his lisense revoked because the hell you mean you call a c-section a MINOR sugery to someone you secretly made pregnant and then gaslit her into thinking she was just eating wrong for a long time while also pumping her full with medicine. Oh how Leon will love to kill you.
summary — vladimir makarov spends time with his girlfriend after coming back from a mission until christmas day.
warnings — domestic!makarov, FLUFF, established relationship, age gap (makarov is in his late 30s and reader is in her early 20s), older man/younger woman , smut, oral (male receiving), jealousy, violence, russian characters, inaccurate presentation of russia(ns), most likely OOC Vladimir Makarov.
Reader has a physical description.
All dialogue is supposed to be russian!
word count — 11.3k
authors note — i have no words. not edited.
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This night would have been perfect.
Perfect in the sense that he finally was done with one of the missions he had to do to annoy the rest of the world but also protect Russia in the only way he knew. Perfect because Vladimir Makarov had been excited to see his girlfriend for the weeks he had been gone without seeing her face, her her voice or get a text because he himself had made the rule of no private lives at the job and he sometimes regretted it when he started to have Angel in his life.
Weeks passing by him without any information about the only one he loved while he was out of Russia. Wishing to be at her side because he knew she hated to be alone for a longer time and had a lot of stress because of the exams her university would make her go through. Though he was sure that she would have the best score out of her whole year.
So when he finally touched grounds back in Russia and had his home country’s air to breathe he was glad, maybe even happy if he could say that as he was the first to step out of the plane with the Konni Men following behind him as they made their way across the runway and land between them and the building for the Group.
So Vladimir took a shower after every other soldier left, having time to himself as he washed of dirt, dust and blood which had been covering him and leaving his uniform with one of the people living on base while he got his bag out of his office so he could just drive home. A home which did not belong to him but one he was using his money for because he did not want his Angel to stress about her rent when she had other things to think about.
So when he stopped his car in a parking spot around her apartment condo because her apartment building did not have a private garage or even specific parking space for the people living under the conditions. Vladimir hated it but knew that Angel would complain about him if he mentioned it once again —he might have mentioned it too many times in the time that they had been seeing each other.
Taking the small elevator up the apartment building, taking few stops as other people joined the cramped construct before he just left. Breathing out as he had kept his breathing as shallow as he had been able to because he really hated cramped space and could do without them but so late at night he had also not wanted to take the stairs just to get to his little spot of paradise on this earthly plane.
Stopping before the usual apartment door and pulling out the key that he made after Angel had told him that she had not money to get one for him though she really wanted to give him one. He was a man with money and uses it for the greater good of making his own key for her apartment which made her happy, he always wanted to keep that bright smile on her face.
Turning the key and pushing the door open he stepped into the unusual dark apartment. Dropping his bag on the shoe stand that his Angel had build the last time he had been around, he had told her he could do it but she had sent him away and scolded him until he simply decided to watch her as if she was the night sky or even the universe. Vladimir could be watching her for an eternity and still find things about her he found beautiful and could never get bored off.
“My Heart?” he called out after he shut the door behind him. Fingers working on taking his shoes off which he put on the shoe rack. Taking the bag from the rack, walking down the small hallway and turning the light on his right so the living area and the little kitchen were slightly illuminated.
His eyes glanced around the lift. It was as clean as he thought it would be because Angel hated anything unclean and was known for notoriously cleaning after him even when he told her to not do so and that he could get someone to clean for her if she needed it. Angel being the woman she was argued with him until he had been thrown out of the apartment for an hour —which of course annoyed him but he was not about to break her door when he wanted her to stay at his side, even though the urge to was far greater than his urge to not do it— before she pulled him back into the newly cleaned apartment with so much satisfactory guilt in her that Vladimir enjoyed her squirming under his gaze.
“Angel?” he called out again. His eyebrows furrowed as he heard no sounds from his younger girlfriend. Slipping into the soldier that he was as he quietly sneaked around the flat. Eyes glancing at everything as he made his way to the bedroom he had painted because Angel had wanted him too, he could not say no to her and he knew that was his greatest weakness.
Though his mind was not on the cute scene which it usually was on but if someone had found out that she was connected to him in some way. Keeping her hostage to get to him? Kill her if he did not comply to their wishes? Would they kill her in front of his eyes so he knew what it felt to lose someone he loves like the people he took from them? Let her watch while they put a bullet in his head so that she would be traumatized for the rest of her life or just to also end her life because she would be weeping for a man that deserved no love?
Pushing the door to the bedroom open without any sound coming from the door which usually creaked. The pistol slipping into his hand as he had kept it hidden by his suit jacket. Poking the opening into the room before quickly pressing his body against the door and making it swing open faster than it should be because it slammed against the wall. Vladimir could hear the wood splitting from it.
Green eyes going through the dark room before he looked at split door and the dent he made appear thanks to the force he had put into pushing the door open. He looked back into the room without any lights except the ones from the outside. Dropping the pistol in his hand onto the desk he had build for her as he took steps further into the room.
The bed was empty. Angel was not in his sight. His eyebrows furrowed while his eyes narrowed down on the unmade blanket as he had been expecting his girlfriend to spent her night at home as she usually did but he also had no way to contact her because he could clearly see her phone laying on the desk right next to his gun which most likely made her anxious.
Fingers massaging the bridge of his nose as he tried to find any clue about her wear abouts as he felt his own phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out with a sigh as he read over the message on his screen. Men under his command asking if he wanted to go to a club or bar with them as if he did not have any contact with them when they were in town because he might have a life that actually did not evolve the angry man that he is.
Ignoring the texts of his subordinates as he grabbed the phone covered by a pink case with flowers all over it which Angel had made herself as no one would sell something she wanted. Vladimir would gave payed for one, though he could see the excitement she had when showing him the finished product after he had come back from a mission which had dragged out longer than it was supposed to thanks to few of his men not being efficient enough.
Vladimir of course had killed the men that were to late and did not listen to him properly without a care in the world. He would send their families a letter about condolences and how they died in the acts of war by the hands of an American or a British Soldier before losing any interest in them. Ignoring that they ever existed and never leaving his brain to think about them again because they were not worthy of any.
Looking at the background which was a photograph of them two even though he had told her not to have it there. Makarov really had to talk to Angel about her safety because no one should know that she was somehow involved with him even if she wanted to show him off to friends, which she was also not allowed to do. Vladimir had strict rules which she should not break which leaves him to get into her phone to change her background to a picture of a garden which she had always wished for before going through the text messages she had received over the months he had been gone.
While going through message after message from people he did not know he could feel his phone continuing to vibrate. He might have to reprimand his second-in-command for annoying him so much in his own free time when he did not such thing to him just to ask to hang out or even make plans. Pulling out his phone again he saw that he had once again asked for him to join which he only agreed to after seeing the name line up with the one that Angel’s friend had sent her a few hours ago as if they were about to meet up there.
Taking of his suit jacket, laying it on the bed like it’s own little blanket and walking back to the entrance so he could redress his shoes while also putting the address into his map application. Securing Angel’s phone in his hand as he stepped out of the apartment, locking the door behind him so no one would decide to get in to it thanks to only one turn of the knob.
Vladimir stood before the elevator, deciding if he should take it down when he knew that other people would join him in even though the time was late for them. He really questioned why anyone was still awake when most people had their jobs to go to in the next day unlike him, his men or his Angel which he just wanted to carry back to her bed to spent as much time with her as he could.
Hearing the wires of the elevator working as it made it’s way somewhere like the glass cell it was. Stepping back from the button he could have pressed to have this cage come to him and instead turning to the stairs which he decided to take to get to the ground level and make his way towards the address so he could ignore his men, ignore the people around but get the woman he loved so he can have a good rest for the night.
The warmth of the bar he stepped into engulfed him as the door slammed shut behind him. Green eyes going over the full room just to land on his subordinated instead of his Heart. The men also noticed him as they waved him over, one of the man he almost had also killed before the end of the last mission standing up to walk to him with Andrei Nolan right next to him as if he had nothing better to do than converse with the men he commanded every single millisecond on a mission.
An arm wrapped around him in the crowd of people. Vladimir turning his head to meet the face of Andrei and the words he spoke while he dragged his Commander through the crowd. This might be Vladimir Makarov’s least favourite place, he was considering apologizing to the elevator which he had not used because of the people but this was even worse because he felt the sweat of the dancers on his skin and the music and voices were entering his ear without giving him any rest to take anything in if he wanted to get any information about his girl.
“Why do I have to be here?” Vladimir asked with his eyes narrowed at the rest of his commanding men sitting in a booth with grins on their faces. Andrei tried to push him into a seat but he —as Commander— brushed his hand away and then cleaned his hands to the best of his abilities before sitting down without touching anything else with his body if there were no clothes between them. “I liked spending my time alone.”
"Isn’t it good to be out with friends?” one of the younger men asked him with a grin on his face, the cheap beer he had in his hand seemingly having something else swim in it that seemed black and could be ashes from him smoking without caring about anything or anyone around. Vladimir should have also killed him but he had not been on the mission with him, sadly for him to live another month or so.
“Comrades.” Makarov would love if the smell of smoke would not reach his nostrils so that his sweet Angel would not have the smell around her when he would find her. She after all did hate the smell of burning cigarettes or anything burning even it was supposed to burn. His green eyes went to the talking soldier as he used a lighter to turn on, reaching over the desk he took the small stick and let it fall into the mug of beer the young man had standing before him without a single care before sitting back in his seat.
“You little—” when his gaze landed on his own Commander and therefore Boss instead of one of his comrades which he could decide to bully he sat back down. His fist clenched at his side as if he was still prepared to hit the man who had dared disrespect him, yet he also knew that Vladimir Makarov was not to be messed with especially when he was not terrified by him at any point in life.
"You got something to say?” Vladimir’s narrowed eyes kept their gaze on the younger man, around his Angel’s age, as he tried to hide the blood flooding into his face as it left his knuckles white as the blood did not flow trough the blue tinted veins. Wrinkles and sides of his lips stretched in an non-natural way as he grabbed his pint of beer, the glass shaking in his grasp.
“No.” When Vladimir did not hear the words he wanted to hear he decided to ignore the man. Responding to him as if they were friend was a fatal mistake of the boy before him.
“Where are the rest of you idiots?” Turning his head to Andrei standing at his side as he had been giving his seat. The lose clothing made him think that all the men around him where here more often than he would like them to be. After all he saw a waitress come up to the table with a big bright smile, talking to the boys as if they were regulars and even letting them grope her as if that was appropriate in any settings except when you do such work for money.
“Hello Mister, I’ve never seen you here before.” A sultry and lustrous smile as she looked at him. Her glinting with emotions which he did not know as he did not often see them and would never entertain them as he had been part of a committed relationship he quite enjoyed enough to even think about buying a house just so the treasure of his live would be save from all the world. Never to be found and hidden from the horrors which could attack her loving heart.
“Yes.” His strict and stoic expression not leaving him as he tapped his fingers against the wood of the table. “Don’t expect more of me or them for that matter.” Vladimir turned to look back at the group of men which he had under his command on a daily basis just for none of them to care for their health when they could be called out at any time even in the middle of the night. He ignored the glares of the younger men as he stood back up, tall form hovering over the waitress and the sitting men which had such a fury in their different coloured eyes while he scoffed softly.
The young man he had seemed to annoy also sprung up from his seat. Shoulders tightened and pulled back so his chest would look greater than it actually was. Head tilted a bit back, seemingly wanting Vladimir to seem inferior when he was nothing of the sort. The young man’s body seemed tense, after all Vladimir could see the exhaustion in his face as he simply walked away to the bar, he really needed a drink now after all the Idiots he had been surrounded by when he only wanted to find his Heart.
Sitting on a stool at the end of the bar he raised his hand to get a drink, savoring the acid burning his tongue and throat as he took sip after sip. Watching the dancing crowd to find any glimpse of the Angel he was able to call his own. A glimpse of her beautiful hair, a dress in her accurate favourite colour which was a specific tone tone of pastel blue which he had tried to buy her many clothings of after learning about it, yet had been scolded by her as she loved to find clothing instead of getting them gifted to her by him especially because she seemed to hate using his money.
Hearing the commotion of men around he turned his head to the other end of the bar. A group or even wall of men which belonged to his Konni Group. He could distinguish their heads from the crowd, even the newest member being the man he really wanted to learn not to smoke in a closed environment but instead go out to take his cigarettes. Scoffing as he turned back to the crowd of dancers, though when he did so he saw a glimpse of golden hair.
There at the end of the bar he saw the pristine lady he had been searching for. How her golden hair fall like a waterfall of golden liquid which men could only dream of in their own minds. The liquid smooth as silk even if his eyes could only inform him about the smallest bit of her. A black shirt covering her shoulders which he could identify as one of his own as she brushed a strand of shining locks behind her ear as the voices of the men continued to mix around her.
Her eyes not acknowledging any of the men as they stayed on the bar top or even a book she might have taken with her and therefore had not taken the phone with her in the evening as she had not expected him to get home when she was not there but rather in the mornings as he usually would when he came to see her. Those eyes which left him to drown in them whenever she got his caught, she was a siren bringing him into the sea so he would not be able to leave her but none of his men did have the Siren calling for them.
Standing from his seat her walked towards the small group. Leaning against the counter behind most of the boys as he heard more of them talk to her, words that never really reached her as focused on the book of flowers she had laid in front of her with a coke in front of her and a pint of beer that the newest suitor had stand next to her book even though he saw her pushing it away multiple times, after all Angel did not like liquids around her possessions since she had once accidentally spilled water all over a book which she had owned since she had been a young girl.
“I have a boyfriend.” His Angel’s sweet and kind voice spoke, which was clear to hear even if she had not raised her head to face any of the men harassing her. Vladimir let his eyes wander around as though no one had noticed this group of men harassing a single woman who had no one around her to be protected by. Vladimir raised his eyebrows as he watched his Angel close her book harshly, taking the book away from the spot it was in as if she had felt the beer coming and turning her gaze to be on the man as she spoke the words once more. “I have a Boyfriend.” Her voice firm, firmer than he had ever heard because his Heart did not like such tones with anyone not even people which deserved them so that she had spoken so clearly and with annoyance made Vladimir question what had happened in the months of his disappearance.
“He doesn’t need to know.”
Vladimir watched his Heart turn to the man, her eyes colder than he had ever witnessed them. No light reaching them as she stared up at one of the many men that seemed to have tried to get her to open up to them.
“I would appreciate if you wouldn’t try to make women cheat on their significant others.” A smile on her lips which stretched quickly and without an emotion behind it. Beer being pushed away from her once again as the men continued asking her question as if they had not cared about her talking about the man she had in her life.
“Where is he?”
“Not here?” The confused expression on his Angel’s face. “At work, actually.”
“What does he do, said boyfriend of your?” Watching the boy in front of her with disbelief as he pushed his beer back to where she had pushed it away from. Turning her whole body to them she narrowed her eyes, so the lights of the bar would not blind her as they liked to do when she did not sit the way she was supposed to.
“Why does it matter? I have one and you are not him.” Her voice strong without any stutters or soft spoken words. “I am here with friends and even if you think I would get with you. Maybe think about the girl that ignored you all to read her book next time you try to pressure women into anything they don’t want to.”
“Gentlemen,” Vladimir spoke, deciding that he had enough of these men confronting his girlfriend when he stood right there without any of their knowledge. The crowd of men under his command turned, eyes widening and mouths opening from most as one of them simply glared at the man who seemed to have ruined his fun with a woman who didn’t want anything to do with him because he was not the one she loves. “I heard the Lady does not want to talk to you, would you kindly annoy someone else?”
With grumbling mumbled most stepped away from his Angel, only one left behind was the antagonizing man he wished he had killed because he couldn’t do it now without any consequences with the public. His gaze sharply turning back to Angel while she had her eyes on Vladimir, mouth open and eyes wide yet in a different way than his men had before because the glazing of her eyes meant something else to her.
“Sure, if you need me.” Turning back to the treasure of his life the man smirked. “Call me.”
“I won’t.” A sweet smile on her face as she pushed his beer away again because he seemed to forget it. Vladimir took slow steps towards her, sitting in the seat next to her and taking a swing from his drink while said Angel at his side watched him without any obvious emotions.
“Hello, my Heart.”
“You’re back.” Her voice a whisper in the air which he barely heard thanks to the other stimulations in the air. Her face seemed troubled now that he had a good look at it, the colour of her eye bags holding a purple hue which had not been there before he had left. Her eyes so kind yet seemed to hide something which he would not bring up that up now when they just found each other.
“Yeah.” Smiling at her softly before asking the bartender for another coke for the lady and take the beer away from one of the idiots that did leave it here. Turning back to the Angel he could call his own as she watched him with such care and love. “I was at your apartment and you weren’t there. Found your phone.”
“I forgot it at home.”
“I noticed, my Heart.” He put the smartphone on the counter, pushing it slightly to her until her hands grabbed it and put it into her pocket. The glass of coke now being sat down between them as both of them turned to look at each other while leaning their heads on the wooden bar. “So why are you here instead of your little blue bedroom?”
“You know my few friends.” Vladimir nodded. “They made me, they dragged me out here or they would break down my door and I would rather have an intact door.” A small chuckle came from her as she played with the edge of the glass and her finger before wrapping them around the glass and bringing it to her lips while keeping the eye contact with the man of her dreams.
“Well, then we are two.” He smirked as he pushed strands of her hair behind her ear with his eyes focused on her flustered cheeks and lips which she was biting. “My men, most which were just harassing you, also wanted me here and I am just here to find you.” He glanced at the dancing crowd in the room, the light hitting his eyes perfectly to leave the green of his eyes more intense. “How about we go home?”
Finishing her drink she almost choked on the last bit of the beverage and covered her mouth with her hand as a little of the Coke Cola and whipped the bit away from her cheek before swallowing the rest. Her mouth opening as a smile spread on her face as she held her hand out to him, a hand she saw he watched with anticipation and interest.
“You got a deal if you take me onto the dance floor for a dance.”
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“What are we doing here, my Heart?” Vladimir Makarov was walking behind his girlfriend as his eyes strayed all over the mall they were in. The hair of his girlfriend being slightly moved with every step she took while he followed like the lost puppy he would never be if any of his men were around to watch this dramatic couple walking around.
“I am using you to buy my forgiveness for not dancing with me yesterday.” The sweet smile she flashed to him as she turned to look over her shoulder made him realize that dancing in that crowded club would have been a better decision than anything he would be experiencing in this exact moment. Especially as she turned back around, moving her hips in that specific pastel blue dress he had bought her as a birthday present after she had been sweetly annoying about it just to have his green eyes focused on her.
“Card,” she demanded as she stopped in front of a shop, his eyes going to the glass case which showed underwear of ladies especially with lace. His eyes going back to her own as she held her hand out as if she really did think he would give her his card when he could simply use his card to buy her things. So when he shook his head and took a step towards the light of his life only for her to take a step back he narrowed his eyes. “No, I am trying to punish you.”
“It was a dance.” His arms slapping around him as he had his taller frame in front of her. Her sweet face which had a very stern expression on it not budging even when he saw her lips twitch and her eyes glance away for a second. She was not letting him live down even though she knew that he did not like this, did not like losing the control her had on the small things he could give her.
“Fine, just leave.” She turned away from him, waving the back of her hand towards him as she walked into the store while his eyes followed her every movement. Though he did not move from his position except to stand outside of the store while awaiting her return and apologize after all he had done this dance with her more often than actually dancing, maybe he should have just given her the dance the night before but he would never back down when he said something which was also why he would still be paying for everything she was gonna get herself while she was inside without wanting him around.
Focusing on the expression she had through the glass walls he could look through. Round eyes glazed over since he had tried to lie about the dancing to her even though she was not an alcoholic drinker. The small smile tugging her lips up as she saw articles she seemed to like, even picking some up, before putting them away after seeing a price as if he was not a wealthy man and could buy her anything she wanted. He needed to buy her something she did not take with her to try on, he will do so when she was distracted by something else as she walked out of his line of sight.
Pulling his phone from the depth of his jacket and unlocking it with his face. Going to one of the sites he had been looking at houses at, going through the folder of saved ones so he would find the perfect house to pitch to his Angel. Vladimir might be trying to get her the perfect apology and a house she might have a garden with would help a lot especially when he knew that any house would have to be under guard all the time, he did not want to have Angel in any danger even when the house could be away from any preying eyes.
Deleting a handful of houses as he continued looking at a few options, glancing up to find a glimpse of her and would smile to himself when he saw her pout inside of the store she had forbidden him to step into for the day. He let his exhausted eyes leave her curvy figure and go back to the screen to find the perfect house on the screen.
Reading through the description of it he knew it was the perfect house for them — for her. Angel the one that would be living in that house with him most times away on missions so he could make a better world for her even if some people like the National Militarys disagree with him and his methods, he will not be stopping them for anything because they had to be done for her.
Vladimir Makarov was not a man that waited, though he was currently waiting outside of a store because his beloved had told him not to enter it, but that was a different story. He had a mission and he would not wait to accomplish it which was why he booked a showing of the house in the now where of Russia but still close enough to the city she lived in for the next day. Only problem will be convincing Angel to go with him but the house was perfect, especially because he had often seen her make moodboards on her walls for the future she wanted and a similar looking house was on the list.
He had a lot of work to do on her, but he would get her to agree and then he simply had to get her to accept the house with the marketing lady. Imagining the soft yet hidden smile she will have on her face when she thought about the decorating she will be able to do because it would be her house. Angel will love this. Though the convincing will be a work for the day which was why he sighed while turning around to face his back to the store, putting his phone away only to be attacked by a small crowd of women who had prayed on him like vultures when he was the only predator in the food chain.
“Looking into a woman’s store is against the law!”
“Watching is not against the law,” he muttered as he rolled his eyes at the women that now could see his face clearly and decided to change every interaction point they had which was their one sentence. Hands touching his blazer even when he shook them off, they were like cobras wrapping themselves around him tighter after being taken from their favourite spot.
“Are you here alone?” one of the women asked as she pressed her body into his.
“Looking for a wife?” another asked as she did the same, both his arms now covered by two women his age which he had no interest in as he had a lovely girlfriend which he hoped to some day make his wife if Angel wants such a thing for herself in the future.
His eyes narrowed as she pushed her away, maybe harshly for the public but he would not take the disrespect to himself or his love. The gasps which left the women as they continued pressing into his body as if they were the predator in this situation when most did not even know what he could be, who he is and how he could break any of them any second he wanted.
“I have a wife.” He wished he could take a step back, maybe he should just break the glass to get away from these ladies but Angel hated the attention especially if it was bad attention of the public eye.
His head turning back to look into the store to see if he could find Angel in it without seeming like he was worried about the situation, he wasn’t and even if he were he knew Angel could sometimes be really mean to people if defending herself or people she cared for, she was an angel, even when lecturing them which often confused him about anyone even taking her serious until he was under her gaze to be reprimanded.
“Is that why you stand before the the lingerie store, to watch your wife?” one of the older looking women asked as she tilted her head at him. Her eye showing excitement as she once again leaned towards him as if she could convince him to do anything with her instead of staying with the beauty of a wife — which he did not have yet. “Because I could show you some if you want to.”
“My Love?” His Angel’s voice rung in the air as she stepped out of the store with a male worker behind her. She had noticed the commotion her boyfriend had done without her while she was trying to find something he would enjoy to see on her in the right tones of blue before this worker had walked up to her asking if she needed any help and because she wanted to find the perfect thing she accepted the help with a bright smile as she asked him about the items before she glanced out of the window and saw her boyfriend attacked by a group of women which were close to his age. “Is everything okay?”
Vladimir’s eyes went to the man standing behind her, watching the younger man’s eyes to be on spots they should not be while she made her way towards him. Her hand touching his forearm as and starring into his darkened eyes as he let his eyes go over her face and skin. Watching her brush a piece of hair away from her face while glancing at the crowd of older women around them. Gaze wavering and eyebrows furrowing before her hands were enveloped by his so she could have confidence in herself and their relationship even though she was younger than him.
“Honey,” his voice seemed forced, Angel after all knew the usual sound of him calling her anything he wanted. Her eyes searching for any glint of annoyance in them when they were filled with darkness Angel could only perceive as hatred for the women who were speaking to them even when they were simply focused on each other. Catching his eyes go over her shoulder she glanced back over her shoulder to see the worker who had followed her even though she had not prompted him to do so and had thought he would leave her alone after all this was not in the store.
“Everything okay?”
“Of course.” Vladimir had a smile on his face which did not reach his eyes as Angel pressed a hand against his face with a tight smile of her own. He pulled away from her touch though he usually did not do that. “I am great, just telling these ladies about my beautiful wife.”
“Wife?” Angel asked in a mumble, wide eyes going down to her empty fingers which she kept free thanks to her dislike for feeling anything caging them and also because had never gotten her a ring, not once in the years they had been with each other even when she had clung to him when he would do anything. She really had given up any hope for a ring or a proposal but she would not be the person to pressure him just because she wished for this to happen. She loved him and she would give him the time he needed especially when most people would look down on their age gap and how she did not know what she was doing when she had never felt more happiness then with him at her side.
Feeling Vladimir wrap his hand around hers, tight grip to have her fingers squeezed between his as if she was a gun he was not allowed to let slip from his grasp on a mission or a flower she would not want to die in a vase, she really loved flowers which made her think about shopping for some, she should do that but first she had to get out of this hell out of a situation as she looked back at the customer service of the store she was in but he was not even looking at them but down, at her lower half which made her look down her back, what was if she had dirt all over the back and did not know.
“Such a young thing.”
Angel and Vladimir both knew the whispers would start. They always did when anyone saw them together, first thinking he was her father even tough they share no similarities except that the two of them shared the Russian nationality since their birth, though his was more questionable thanks to the Soviet Union being a thing when he had been born from his mothers womb.
The women moved away from him, eyes on Angel. Wrinkles all over their face and such emotions dancing in their eyes as they grabbed her arm and pulled her away from him though he could still hear the words exchanged with his lover clearly. Words he did not enjoy as her face contorted into some expressions he had not seen for years which made Vladimir step forward, his hand around her upper arm as he pulled Angel into his body. Her back hitting his chest as she turned slightly to look up at his taller figure.
“If you could leave us alone, I would appreciate it.” His voice did not hide his distaste for the situation, not a single soft spoken word in them as he stared at the people above his Angel’s hair while she continued looking at him with her eyes which he could not fall into at the exact moment. Turning the two of them around he was face with the man belonging to the clothing shop his girlfriend had been inside and followed her outside of it just to stare at her behind—yes he disliked the word but his love did not like the word spoken in front of her and he had somehow never even thought of the word ass around her. “And who might you be?”
“Your w-wife was looking around the store,” the man spoke as he glanced around, even looking past him to look at the women his age to get the right picture out of the situation even though he had heard every single word without a single complain from Angel’s mouth. “I-I-I was helping her find some stuff she wanted.”
“And you followed her because?”
“She might have needed help with the situation.”
A hand on his stopped his next remark as his Angel turned to look at him with wide eyes and pouting lips she pushed out further as he stared down at her enticing figure though she was doing nothing to make her more desirable in his eyes. Though he could feel his hands warming in her hold, as could he feel some warmth inside his cheeks knowing that he would not be blushing because he had never done such a thing in the many years that he had been on earth which were more than most of the people which would be in the store his girlfriend wanted to be in.
“I appreciate it but she doesn’t need it anymore.” Tightening his grip on his beloved he leaned down, lips brushing against her ears as she tensed. A smirk growing on his face: Angel trying to run from his affection in the public eyes was not uncommon because he did it only a few times and somehow every time it was to show someone whom she belonged to and to embarrass her while she tries to get away from his loving lips. “You can get anything if you let me eat you in the dressing room.”
The blush that rose quickly to her cheeks was not able to be hidden even when she bowed her head and pressed both her hands against the now hot skin she tried to hide from anyone else while taking shaky steps away from him so that she could get away from his thoughts and words, struggling with the thoughts of doing such an inappropriate and private thing in public was her last straw as she rushed away—ironically in the direction of the dressing rooms— without her knowledge.
“You know how they are,” Vladimir grinned at the man as he slowly followed her steps with his hands inside of the front pockets of his trousers. “Women cannot deal with the thoughts some of their men have.”
“What do you think?” Vladimir had his arms connected behind his back, fabric of his suit strained while he kept his eyes on her. Angel turned to look at him over her shoulder as they walked through the halls of the mansion he had taken her too after hours of convincing her to simply look at it. Eyes narrowed at the man trying to talk to his girlfriend as if she were to buy the house without him at her side, after all what else should he think if he did not try speaking to Vladimir but always the far younger woman with wide eyes.
“I still believe that we.” Emphasizing the last word as she stopped. The dress she wore setting on her thighs which made his eyes stray back to end of the skirt. Leaning forward his dark eyes travelled to her breasts now in his view. Blinking once before looking into her blue eyes, the same shade as the dress he had decided on for her after Angel had thought far too long about what to wear. “Need this house…mansion.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to be alone in this big house.” Letting her eyes move alone the hallway seemingly bigger than her current room just in length. Swallowing once as she turned back to look at Vladimir. He took a step forward, putting his hands on her arms and rubbing them softly, pressing a kiss against her lips to calm her nerves as she leaned a bit back to have him kiss her lips instead. The feelings of her lip gloss sticking to his lips annoying and yet not something he would simply wipe away seeing the soft smile she forced onto her expression. “I would miss you all the time when you are at work, just being here would be more lonely than at home.”
“This could be our home. A space to share.” He looked deep into her eyes, a hand on her chin as he pressed another soft kiss against her lips, biting her lips with his teeth only to hear her soft but muted moan. Pulling away he smirked as he placed his hand on her hip and turned her towards him to have her chest hit his. “Where you would be save. Peaceful place to finish your studies.”
“You still would never be here.” The pout on her face made him feel bad, though he could lie. Could do anything in his power for her to consider this house because it was so perfect for her, for them. A future he was fighting for though his enemies made it harder. He smiled at her, pressing his fingers into her cheek as she watched in anticipation with her wide blue eyes.
“I would have men place here to protect you, you won’t be alone.”
“That’s not the same.”
“Is there an issue with the estate?” the agent assigned to the house seeing spoke as he walked up to them. Glancing between them as if he had to intervene for her because he was a strong, tall man and she was a petite woman under his grasp. Vladimir wanted to kill this man as he placed his dirty hand on his angel, his love, the one he would let the world burn for if it did not mean she would be sad about the beauty of nature vanishing from her grasp when she loved it so dearly.
“Not really,” Angel mumbled to him. Her eyes going back to Vladimir, still pouting her lips as she awaited him to speak instead. His eyes narrowed as he grabbed her hand, a smirk on his lips as he looked along the hall with the rooms they had seen all around it. Thumb rubbing the back of her hand as he looked at the man wanting what is his.
“We are still thinking about it, can we have some time alone?”
“Sure, whatever the lady needs.” The too bright smile on his was the last thing to keep Vladimir from not attacking him in front of Angel. He wanted to bash his face into the wall until the white tone turned red without any remedy of saving it from the fate but he knew that Angel would feel weird about that, after all she did not know what he really was. Wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her with him through the hall, making sure that the agent watched were they were going as he pushed the door open and pulling her in with him.
“What—”
Lips stopped her from words as she got pressed against the closed door of the bathroom that Vladimir had pulled her into. Pulling away from him as she pressed her hands against his shoulders. Blinking a few times while he tilted his head to kiss her neck, brushing skin with his teeth softly to not break any and let blood leave her but simply to let her enjoy the thought of leaving marks when she requests not to have them in visible spots when they are around others.
“Your lips look like they need something in their mouth.” Thumb pulling her lip down to keep her from biting further into the skin. Teeth scrapping his nail as he shoved his thumb past them, letting her tongue tickle his skin as he brought her chin towards him. Pulling his thumb out and kissing her, hard. Tongue working his way through to play with hers as he pushed her properly against the door. “Am I right?”
Nodding her head while kissing, wrapping her arms languishingly around his neck. His bigger hand on her waist and forcing her into the wooden door instead of his body that she was begging to grind against. He smirked when he pulled away, stepping away from her. Her hands trying to stay at his arms to continue kissing him only for her fingertips to be bare of him until he sat on the toilet seat with his hands on his lap. Patting it with his hand as she licked her lips, slowly strutting towards him with the most seductive smile she managed and her hands working on her dress to make her sexy.
“My Heart, you don’t have to do all that.” He took her hand in his when she got close enough. Helping her kneel down softly on the tile ground, a ground far too hard for her. He would give her a pillow but they had none and nothing he was wearing was soft enough for her.
“I want to.” She smirked as she let her hands travel up and down his pants. Slowly kissing the fabric of his suit pants instead of his skin. Cheek pressed against his clothed thigh while he let his hands go through her long hair. Angel seemed pleased in the position as she bit her lip, turning her head to his crotch were his erected cock strained against the pants while he let his eyes on her. The soft smile she had as she let her hands go to the zipper and pulling it open while keeping the intense eye contact.
“Such a beautiful woman,” he whispered to see her smile widen, her cheeks flourishing with red colour of her blood and her eyelids fluttering as her hands stopped moving. His dick twitching from the short timed comfort of her hand near it, now straining from her not being near He bucked up only to her hear whine at the movement. He leaned his head back against the tiled wall, groaning with his closed eyes to cool himself down. He did not want to have her pressured and he would enjoy to control her more than he was allowed to be when they were in her apartment. “Can’t believe you are mine.”
“And you are mine,” she whispered as she raised herself up. Hands on his thighs to keep her from falling as she got face to face with his chin. He opened his eyes when he felt her warm air on him to see her watching him only to have her press a quick kiss against his lips when they were in reach. Her stomach pressing against his crotch and her small tits against his chest as she kissed him softly, no force behind her affection unlike his before she moved to the stubble of the beard he wanted to erase before the meeting but had no time for when giving his Angel all the time she needed. “Aren’t you?”
“Sure.” He did no outright say it and glanced at the frozen expression on her face. Breathing in and out, knowing he could not sigh as he brought a hand to her waist. Pressing her harder against him, maybe to satisfy his cock with the warmth of her body or to have her closer for control, but he wanted her close to him as he brushed her face with his hand. A smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss against her forehead instead of her lips. A pout on her lips which simply reminded him that she would need something in her mouth to entertain her and brushing hairs out of her way. “I am yours. I always will be because you will always be mine.”
Angel nodded her head as she kissed him again. Slowly and without a care about the time around them moving on while she was in his presence. Knowing that the Agent was standing in the hall, awaiting them to come out of the room he knew was the bathroom only to maybe even listen to every word they spoke made him deepen the kiss with a grin. Tongue playing within her mouth, brushing against the top of her mouth which made her whine while also trying to get away from him only to pushed further into him with his hands all over her body.
When he pulled away to look at her soft face to watch the love in her bright eyes while she pushed into his hand on her cheek with a grin. Kissing her again as he moved slightly to press his erection against her body while her knees were still on the ground.
“Are you still comfortable?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Angel whispered. Letting her hands travel his chest and arms as if she had never done so before. He was wearing a shirt she had gifted to him with money she had made from being a waitress and made her very happy wearing it which just helped her currently reactions to him.
“I always do.” He brushed more hair out of her face, her eyelashes fluttering as she moved her hands to move to the straps of her dress. Moving them down her shoulders and letting her arms slip through before pushing the fabric of her chest down to show her breasts to him. Her nipples showing to him and perking slightly through the cold going through her body while she smiled at him as she moved her hands back to his crotch only to get stopped by him.
“You’re cold.” He moved to take his own shirt off to give it to her though she stops him when she pressed the flat of her hand against his dick. He closed his eyes again as she moved her hand up and down, his hands falling to his side as he pressed his head against the wall behind him. A grin forming on his face as her hand rubbed and rubbed until the zipper was fully gone and she was facing his erection only hidden by the boxers he was wearing.
Angel’s nimble fingers working on his pants to pull them a bit down to give his penis to grow more without having to get restrained by anything but the non-rough fabric of his boxers. Fingertips of hers going over the bulge starring into her face if she was not watching his expressions. Fluttering his eyes open to look down his nose at her hooded eyes. Watching her grabbing the waistline of his boxers and pulling it down to free his dick from it’s confinement. Flopping onto his laid back stomach as his love brought the boxers to stay under his erection.
Vladimir Makarov was a strong leader, a leader currently being tamed by an Angel. He was the man to love control and yet he seemed to be giving it up as he felt her hands wrap around his penis. Skin pressing against skin to let him feel the whole warmth of her though he had warmer parts of her wrapped around his erection before. He would cherish this one as many times as he could. The movement of her hand going up and down, no lube or spit as he watched her train her eyes on the length as she leaned forward.
The tip of her tongue licking the tip of his cock, that had started to let pre-cum flow. His nose felt like an obstruction to watch her fully as he slowly moved his head to not lean against the wall any longer but instead look down at her with his eyes hooded as she kissed him. Having stopped her hand movement to lick him slowly and with delicate movement. He wrapped his hand around hers, making her jump for a second as she glanced at him as he moved their hands together slowly to stroke himself. Keeping the eye contact with her, his fingers going into the spaced of hers as he moved them up and down, over and over again until he let her work it on her own.
Her blue eyes going back to his dick as she tightened her grasp slightly. A groan leaving his throat as he blinked quickly, after all he wanted to keep watching her as she went back to kissing his tip. Lips wrapping around it, sucking on the cum and letting it enter her mouth. Slowly widening her mouth, wrapping her lips around the whole glans. Moving up and down, the veins of his dick throbbing as did the whole erection as she moved up and down, pleasing him to the best of her abilities.
He groaned. The warmth of her mouth wrapped around him, her teeth softly scrapping against his skin while her tongue played with the tip of his cock. Her eyelids fluttering as she started looking up at him. Pushing her mouth down on his cock with a whine leaving her. Vladimir watched her legs moving for a second while on of her hands pushed his thighs away from him and trying to her the hair out of her face.
“My Angel.” He grinned, moving his hands to her head. Taking her light blonde hair into his hand, wrapping it tightly into his hand as he pushed her a bit onto his cock. He heard her choke slightly before she moved again, deepening his cock into her throat with a grin on her face. Eyes staying on his face as he groaned, moving her up and down with his grasp on her hair. She let him as he pushed her down, nose brushing against the hairs of his v-line. “You are doing so good.”
Licking him against after she pulled off his dick. Lapping on his tip while drool was dripping out of the corner of her lips. The grin growing on her face as he watched her. Lips pressing against the tip, sucking softly to get some kind of reaction out of him only for him to buck into her. Angel shook her head at him as she slowed her hand, sitting up to press his cock against her breasts to tease him. Sometimes pressing kisses along the length, kissing his balls a few times and even sucking on them.
The drool of her mouth continuing as she went back to sucking his cock. Pressing down on him with his help to have her nose at the end of his base. Staying there as she breathed in and out of her nostrils while he went through her long hair with the hand not having wrapped hair around it. Patting her as she stayed, spurting softly as she moved back. Her spit foaming slightly as she continued moving up and down after some deep breaths. Going lower to have the tip of his dick in her throat.
He knew he was close so he stopped he. Pulling her from his cock so that she would only pump it a few times. His eyes going around her features before looking back down at the blue dress she was still wearing.
“Shouldn’t you take that dress off?” He brushed his thumb over her cheek as she bit her lip. The drool all over her chin as she awaited his cum in her mouth like she had nothing to eat before.
“I am not a messy eater.” Vladimir furrowed his eyebrows but had no time to stop her as she lapped back on his cock. Moving faster with her hand and mouth until he came in her mouth. Some cum leaked out of her mouth when she took some time to breath, sliding down his cock as he moaned, trying to suppress it and failing as he pressed her down onto his cock again. Cum slowly dripping down her chin and onto her chest, onto her breasts. So when he pulled away from her to keep her breathing while she swallowed the cum still in her mouth. He bit his lips, pulling her from her knees and settling her on his lap.
“What?”
“My beautiful girl,” he said in a hushed voice. Bringing one hand down to pull her underwear away from her core only to plunge her onto his dick as fast as he could. Her moan echoing in the empty bathroom as he rutted up into her. Her mouth not closing as she steadied herself on his shoulders as he continued fucking her, not stopping for anything. “How about 10 guards, living with you. Friends and I will be here any time I can.”
“Okay,” she answered. No care for what he was saying as she moved with him. Pressing onto him, bouncing as if she was riding him to feel the happiness of coming for him, for her. For them to share this experience in this house. Their house when he bought it. He continued, her moaning growing louder and higher pitched until she fell against his body. Cumming, squeezing around his cock to squeeze the cum he still had from his body and wrapping tightly around his counterpart. Turning to face him, he looked to his side at the smiling woman who now kissed his neck while his hands worked on her back, moving forwards to smear the bit of cum that had leaked out of her mouth onto her breasts like it was cream.
“Now you have myself all over you.”
“Yeah.” She grinned while she nodded. Sitting a bit up and pressing a kiss against his lips. Soft and slow, the way she loved it. His teeth pulling slightly on her lips though she shook her head at him. Pulling away with a warmth in her eyes as she watched him. His hands not stopping to massage his cum into her breasts as she watched him.
“You know you agreed to the house and guards, right?”
“I did?” she asked. Leaning back, hanging back with her blonde hair flowing behind her, His hand on her hip to keep her from falling and her breasts. A grin on his face as he nodded his head.
“No denying it. I have it all in stored in my brain.” He chuckled at her, slowly pulling her off his dick, letting it slip out only for some of their mixed cum to leak out of her vagina. Helping her stand on her feet, holding her steady when her legs shook while also standing up.
Angel smiled at his taller figure. His hands going to her dress to pull it over her breasts. He only wanted himself to see her and of course wanted to brag about the accomplishment of having this woman in his life though he could not do such a thing to any of the men he knew. Talking about her would be a risk to her safety if he was not sure about the people he could trust under his command.
“You are so mean to me.”
“I am never mean to you, my Heart.” He pulled her into his chest, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. Righting her dress before he moved to dress himself. Hiding his dick in his boxers with a smirk, pulling the pants up after and zipping the zipper while he watched her twirl her hair around her fingers without looking at him. His Angel was too cute, so when he was done he pulled her towards the sink.
Standing behind her as he brought his hands on to the back of her own. Fingers again finding their place between her own. Opening the water fountain with a giggle from Angel he moved their hands to get some soap on them, rubbing them together to create the well known foam of a soap. Cleaning every little bit of her hands before washing the chemical off their hands.
“Thank you,” she mumbled as he used his shirt to dry their hands. Mostly Angel’s as he did not care for his wet hands when he could simply try them on the panties she was wearing. Letting his hands slip under her dress and press against her ass cheeks which made her squeal, jumping away from him only to be stopped by his fingers hanging in the waist band and pulling her back.
“We don’t wanna make the Agent wait longer, do we?” The grin on his face not falling even when her eyes widened and she moved away from him. Quickly moving her hands through her hair and stepping out of the door with rose cheeks while Vladimir made sure to leave no traces before following her into the hallway.
Hearing her talk to the man before her in a loud tone, only apologizes raining off her tongue as she looked into the face of the man. Vladimir saw the full blown red face the man had as he looked away from his girlfriend instead of looking her in the eyes or at her tits.
“Now that we are back, let us look at the garden to convince the lady.”
“Why didn't you tell me there is a garden!” His Angel sounded loud and happy even if she seemed mad to others. Her eyes wide as she pushed past him to get down the stairs of the humble house he was buying for her simply to see the garden while the two men slowly followed. Vladimir might have threatened the agent on their way down but stopped when she came back up to them and dragged him into the middle of the garden without a care.
“Vladimir, this is a beautiful garden and so big too.”
“And you can do whatever you want with it?”
“Really?” The grin on her face was big, big enough to make him think about buying her another house just for the garden. “Can we get a cat too.”
“Let’s talk about that later.” He kissed her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her body. Pulling her into his chest so that they could enjoy the garden and air together. Walking away from her only to sign the contract in their names, mostly hers and paying for it upright so that they would not have to worry about anything but moving into the estate.
Septas were not allowed to carry a family name or have relation with men. That was one of the pillars of being a Septa or Septon and they were abide by the Conclave of the Seven Pointed Star.
Yet sometimes, a miracle or a curse happened to Septas of noble birth, sometimes they were taken away from being what they wished to be. No longer Septa but once again noble to be taken as wife by men that wished to unite the Houses of Westeros.
Septa Cersei, formerly Cersei Serrett, was born into a noble house and even had married into another one. Yet she had ended up in the motherhouse and decided to be a Septa until her family once again dragged her from the position the Seven had appointed her. No longer Septa, once again to be seen as nothing but a womb.
Prince Maekar Targaryen, the Anvil of Redgrass Field, had lost his wife to the birthing bed. He had loved her, maybe not when they had first met and had their first child, Daeron, but he loved her after and he still loved her even after she had passed giving him Rhae in exchange for her. The Stranger had not cared that the little and girl and all his children would need their mother, he usually doesn’t care.
Yet still grieving his wife after years and still his father, King Daeron the Good, had decided that he should take a new bride as his wife so his children would once again have a mother in the halls of Summerhall. A match was arranged for him, a lady of the Westerlands from Lannister blood just so that the Lions would stop complaining how they had been slighted in the former marriage arrangements.
Surely it would be a normal lady, how was Maekar to know that his supposed bride and future wife was under the protection of the Faith as a Septa before he met her?
would anyone be interested in this? like i am literally cursed, not even a chapter written and this is the only fic that has some kind of synopsis because i just threw it out!!
yes, this story also doesn't have a title yet (i hate everything to do with them because why is this hard), this will be a work in progress at least
summary— vladimir makarov spends time with his girlfriend after coming back from a mission until christmas day.
warnings — domestic!makarov, angst, FLUFF, established relationship, unprotected sex (wear protection), age gap (makarov is in his late 30s and reader is in her early 20s), older man/younger woman , oral (female receiving), cockwarming, foodplay?, manhandling?, violence, major character death, russian characters, inaccurate presentation of russia(ns), most likely OOC Vladimir Makarov
All dialogue is supposed to be russian!
word count — 8.9k
[ AO3 ]
authors note — i read another fic, the last scene gave me this idea. i changed a lot from what gave me the inspiration and then i changed it even more to what it is now. but you will hopefully enjoy because this is gonna be a messy ride.
also english is not my first language, just wanting to make sure if there are some mistakes
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LATE OCTOBER
Dark eyes focused on the red dot of the flaming camera. Watching the lens retract and widen as it zoomed in on his face while he waited in front of the closed gates of his own home. A home which he only touched the grounds of every few month and yet there would be no dust in the rooms because of the woman living in the mansion and you needed to keep everything as clean as possible. A woman who had the lights on in every room at night even when not needed just to let him know where you were even if you did not know he was outside of the gates caging which caged you on the grounds. You were allowed to leave when when a guard accompanied you. Vladimir had a small team assigned to you before he left on his first mission after you and him got together.
The metal gate to the driveway slowly opened, creaking as it widened the gap between the two doors. Vladimir Makarov turned his head back to the car in which one of his men sat just to have taken him home while they still had to get stuff he had kept at the operation base. He took steps onto the gravel he had decided to use for the drive up because of the amplifying sound of someone approaching on it. Continuing to make his way to the main door while ignoring his men bowing their heads before him with every one he walked past. After all they were his own army and they were the people he trusted his little chamomile to when he was not in Russia, acting against the rest of the world.
“Make sure no one followed,” he commanded as he stood in front of the great doors to his safe house, the one house which he would never dare to endanger because it held his most precious treasure. It held you, it held the smart civilian medical student who was the only person that got under his skin without being an enemy which he wanted to eradicated from the map.
A stationed soldier in front of the great door nodded his head and pushing open the door, leaving him to walk through it. It was quietly closed behind him which he appreciated. He dropped the bag which his fingers had tightly wrapped around only leaving a muffled sound of his things hitting the carpet. Vladimir sighed as the smells and soft atmosphere of his home. A home which only felt so warm because of you, the woman he had commissioned a painting of just to see you whenever he stepped into the house or walked up the stairs to be met with you.
Not both of you, never a painting or picture of both of you, after all he would never want to let people know about your connection with him. Though he had allowed you to have a picture of you two in your shared bedroom. He allowed it because you had wished for it and the smile spreading over your face could have never made him say no. It was a reminder of him being there and for you to remember him even if he were to fall in battle, which was unlikely because he is Vladimir Makarov, Leader of Konni Group and the Ultranationalist.
Vladimir Makarov took the dark blue scarf which you had bought him off, continuing to hold it in his hand before he pulled of the long black coat he was wearing, few snowflakes had piled onto the fabric, leaving a few spots damp spots while he brushed the other few away which condensate on his skin. Putting it into the walk-in closet to the right of the entrance which you had commissioned when he had let you move in with him even though no one came to visit you which left it empty most of the times. Also wrapping his scarf around the coat hanger. He closed the dark wooden door quietly. One of his hands going through his dark hair which left the hand slightly damp.
Vladimir sighed and moved his fingers to the cuffs of his shirt so he could open them to feel more at home. He did so with ease and opened the top of his shirt to feel be freer than he had been on his way home and while working. He really just wanted to be at your side.
The soft humming he loved to hear echoed through the halls of his home. The single sounds caring with the wind while he kept his ears peeled for the continuance of the humming. While he took his path towards the kitchen, the same kitchen in which you had often sung and danced while he simply watched, where the humming seemed to come from. With every closer step he made more effort to be quiet even thought the soft voice of his beloved got louder.
Stopping next to the entrance of the kitchen frame as he leaned against the wall, head hitting it softly as he listened to the low voice singing. Turning to glance at your self-made stage. Hips moving from left to right, as did your hair in the opposite directions. Your lips giving off sounds of a song while you sing softly to yourself while cooking dinner. He smelled heaven, which might be your perfume which he had gifted you or the beef which was being roasted in the pan. The soft smell of vanilla-lavender scent keeping him grounded as he turned his corner.
Stepping into the door frame to kitchen without you noticing was not an achievement as you seemed safe in your own home. You being safe enough in this house was an achievement which he gladly took, after all he had his soldiers stationed around the whole estate. The swaying of your hips enticing his eyes as he carefully sneaked to stand behind you at the counter. Standing behind the daydreaming woman. Vladimir wrapped his arms slowly around your waist, big hands sprawled over your hip and stomach while you were pulled into his chest. While the mixture of flour and water dropped from the whisker you were using to make dough.
He saw and felt you flinch under his touch but even then you quickly turned soft as the warmth of his body mixed with your own. Head turning to look at him while he had his head leaned on your shoulder. Your own hand going to his covering the bigger one with your own while the sides of your lips tilted up. No hostility was in his eyes, only adoration was in them. His thumbs starting to moved over the nightdress you had decided to wear. The whisker long forgotten in the bowl as you raised one hand to cradle his face and press a soft kiss against his jaw.
“My angel,” Vladimir claimed as he pressed his lips against your forehead, leaving your lips to be pushed from his, keeping them there for a few seconds before pulling away and doing it again. His green eyes going to your very own while your smaller hands brushed over his hands which were still grasping the side of your face.
“My love.” Your expression too soft, so soft that Vladimir thought with a single wrong move he would be shattering you like glass. Even though he did know you are not that easy to break, he wanted to do right for you, he did not want to bring your any pain. Your fingers wrapping around his while nuzzling into the warmth he decided to share. “Welcome home.”
He watched your expression carefully, some dark circles being noticed by him as they glare through the small layer of make-up which you used. They were his doing even though he had often told you to not stay awake too long or worry too much. Yet you did every time and he somehow had to get you into bed whenever he was home just so you would get the rest you deserved. He noticed that you seemed tired.
“Have you slept well?” Vladimir might know how to interrogate his enemies but he was a helpless man when around you. He often struggled to care for you properly even if he wanted to do nothing but that. That might be because you did not know what his job really was, he had told you that he was military, he had downplayed his doings for you and made it as easy for your to comprehend as a civilian.
Most nights he dreamed about you being told about his work. Through the news or the Internet even though he had the informations filtered out of your feed. Still his brain made up the worst scenarios for you when he slept, they only got worse when he slept next to you thought he could not stop you from having the small pleasure of him at your side. You will be protected from blood even if it was on his body, he would never let it taint you. He often took multiple showers before meeting you just so that his angel in hell never got tainted by the evil he was.
“Mhm,” you mumbled, eyes still focused on his face as if you thought he was not real but just a figment of your imagination. It would mean you were going crazy but he did not care as long as you looked as happy and content as you were right now. Nudging your cheek further into his palm while closing your eyes at the comfort he provided. “I will sleep better now.”
“I sure hope so,” Vladimir whispered, nuzzling his face into your hair and side of your neck. Movement slowing until he stopped, his hand tightened on your waist while pulling you closer to his body. The comfort turning into kisses traveling up your neck. Vladimir turned your head with fingers of his own, pressing lips against yours. Kisses turning hungry from both sides. The two of you had spent enough time without each others presence but you also had been making dinner.
“Don't distract me from cooking!” You scolded, hand pressing against his chest to push him away while his lips chased after yours. His eyes on the free finger before he grabbed it again, eyes on the faint imprint of the ring he had given you before leaving. The light made it seem quite dark, making him believe you had off longer than he had ever thought you would, which left him to look at you, his green eyes darkened.
“Where is your ring?” His finger softly brushing over the spot of the missing ring before bringing the back of your hand to press a kiss against it. He wanted your body to remember that you belonged to him even if there was no jewelry on you.
“I take it of for dinner and baking, don’t want to lose it.” You mumbled while your face flushed with redness. Vladimir smirked as he pressed a kiss against your lips, eyes glancing at the concoction he had interrupted you by. His hands making quick work of you as he turned you back to ace the counter and your dinner preparations.
“What are we cooking?” Vladimir asked, his hands steadying your body with his bigger hands. His chest pressed against your back as he pulled your hair away from the bowl of mixture. Leaving hands to run over your arms while he watched the shivers through your muscles. The blood from your neck which had started to cool in your cheeks now flowed back up. A compliment against your skin, yet a contrast against the cold light of the against the cold light as well as your pale skin.
“I am cooking, not you.” Slapping his hand away from the bowl in which he wanted to stick a finger as if to taste the unfinished dough which you were not even able to finish before he ambushed you. “Pelmeni, I was craving some.”
“Won't even let me taste the dough.” Vladimir Makarov pouted, he would not do such a thing in public as it would ruin his reputation but around you he dared to do so. You were the only person he would ever act around that way. His light green eyes focused on you ignored him and cracked an egg into the bowl before stirring the whisker around again.
“I only just started to mix the dough and you are not supposed to eat it!” You scolded him while finishing the dough and putting the whisker into the sink on her left side. “If you really want to help me, you could get the prepared fillings out of the fridge while I finish the beef.” Smirking at him while pointing at the fridge before she used her fingers to work the dough properly. Having turned of the stove and letting the beef slowly stop roasting.
“Is my angel getting feisty?” Vladimir asked, kissing your neck as he slowly let his hands go to your hands as if he wanted to help you knead it. With soft brushes of his lips and sweet nothings whispered into your ears he seemed to want to distract you more than help. You pushed his body with your own, not doing a lot of shoving but he stopped his hands as he leaned to look at your side profile.
“I might enjoy you being home but I also want to be working on dinner without you trying to hinder me.” You did enjoy the comfort and warmth he brought as you had not felt it for a few months, yet you had also made plans for the night he might have ruined when he left you unable to do dinner the way you wanted to do.
“Come on Angel.”
“I just wanted to make dinner and then you appeared,” you whispered, wiggling out his grasp. “Not that I am not happy to see you but you know I love my schedules.” Vladimir’s lips tilted up as he watched you scold him with that cute look you had whenever you did. So when he still had not brought the fillings to you he saw that that he should and rushed to do so just so that you would speak to him. The two of you have made the perfect mixture for you to devour after trial and errors which lead to the perfection of your own homemade recipe.
If life turned out the way he wanted to he hoped that you would give it to your future children so that they would be able to enjoy the usual food the two of you would eat as well as give their own families a taste of your cooking talents. Vladimir would appreciate it but currently he wanted to spend the time he had with you even if there will be no children in the future.
“You can still make dinner,” he said, pressing a kiss against your cheek, “I will put my stuff away while you do.” He pulled away from her, letting his fingers go through your hair before he left your domain.
“Sure do honey.” Your voice carried love as you now made small balls of the dough, and rolled them out one by one before filling them with beef and vegetables. Putting the other half of the dough over the filling like a blanket before kneading the ends together and press them in with a fork.
Leaving the Pelmeni alone you made a pot ready with water which you would let it boil while adding spices and and vegetables to let the Pelmeni which would take some of the flavored water into them. When the water started to boil you carefully put the Pelmeni into the pot before turning away to clean the things you used.
Vladimir Makarov had no peace in his life except when he had his eyes focused on you. He mostly enjoyed you prancing around the house with your pastel blue nightdress while you were in your favourite element. So when you finished cleaning the surfaces he came up behind you again and put his hands on your shoulders.
“Vladimir!” you giggled while yelling his name in surprise.
“Can I have dessert?” He whispered into your ears, quickly escaping your gaze as you turned quickly to look at him. You put your hands to his cheeks, rubbing the stubbles of his beard as he tried press his face into yours which you hands stopped as they held him off. Though his lips pressed against the palm of your hand as he grabbed a wrist and pulled you into him, arm wrapping around your waist as you titled your head to look at his looming face.
“How about dinner first?” You asked as you watched the smirk on his face. Lips slowly going down your arm. He stopped to look you after he past the wrist.
“I want my dessert,” he demanded. His grip tightening on your waist as he went to your shoulder and pressed kisses to your skin. His grin grew as he made you move back, your lower body hitting the edge of the counter while you continued staring at him. He leaned over you, trapping your body with his own and his arms at your side while you hands fell to the muscle between his shoulder and neck.
“But that’s supposed to come after dinner.”
“Will you deny me?” he asked, bring his hands to grasp your ass which made you gasp as he squeezed it once. Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth just to be smothered by his on yours. Closing your eyes you enjoyed the kiss, ignoring that he was raising your body to sit on the newly cleaned counter.
“Vladimir.”
“Shh, just let us enjoy this.” He continued kissing you, letting his tongue slip into your mouth and dance with yours. His hands moving to your thighs, going under the edge of the nightdress, slowing down as kisses got more fierce. “My Angel,” he mumbled before tilting his head to kiss the side of your neck while he rubbed his hands up and down on your thighs.
You made a sound he loved so he let his hands go even further up your body, now staying on the waistband of your panties. His lips going down to your chest where he started to lick and bite harder to leave marks on you which would not just vanish in a few hours but stay for days.
“Why are you doing this to me?” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder as your breathing got more shallow. A whimper leaving you because he took your breath away, your fingers now playing with the little hair at the nap of his neck with a soft smile as you did so.
“Because you are my favourite sweet,” he rasped against your skin. His teeth scraping the strap of your nightdress, biting the soft fabric and leading it down your arm to simply lay as if it was falling from your body before he moved to the second one and the the same thing. His green eyes focused on you as he trailed his lips down to your breasts.
His hands raising under the fabric, hooking his fingers in your panties. Pulling them slowly down while you were squeamish under his kisses. Fingers raising to be in his hair as he slowly pulled the fabric down your legs. Your eyes open and staring down at his grin as he reached for one of your nipples, wrapping his lips around it and liking.
“Please,” you whimpered you tried to close your legs while he pulled them down. Vladimir growled at your action, pushing your legs out of his face as he ignored how careful he wanted to be with your clothing and now simply ripping it apart instead of keeping it’s form. “Vladimir!”
He ignored your scolding tone as he simply let the pantie fall to the ground as his rough calloused hands tighten on your flesh. His teeth scraping your nipple as he bit it softly enough to bring you pleasure. You gasped as he trailed his mouth down your body towards your legs and your vagina.
“Now play with your tits for me.” He had his eyes focused on your flushed face as you watched him. Eyes widening at his demand before you let your fingers wander to your breasts and squeeze them the way he would whenever he did. Playing with your nipples while he kissed the inside of your thigh, biting and licking to leave marks which no one one except him would ever see because you are his, forever. “That’s right Angel,” he whispered before his face vanished under the skirt of the dress.
“The Pelmeni,” you whined as he kissed your pussy. You tensed up, shoulders rising to your ears as you continued massaging your breast as he had requested. Breathing shallow as he kissed more and more until he poked his tongue out and licked up your slit without a care. You shuddered as your eyes flickered back to the Pelmeni to see them floating in the water which made you snap out of the drunken haze had had you in. “The Pelmeni!” You yelled, pressing your hands against his shoulders and pushing him from between your legs with all the strength you had in you.
Jumping from the counter while a stunned Vladimir Makarov knelled before you without a care. Rushing to the pot of floating Pelmeni next to you and rushing to find the cooking rags you usually used to touch hot handles of the pot. Rushing to find them as you turned off the stove and took the pot of with the dark red rags. Huffing as you quickly put them near the sink with the drainer you had put into it before staring to cook and let the Pelmeni slowly fall into it to let the water out.
“Oh, they are still good,” you claimed after pushing a hot Pelmeni into your mouth, fanning your mouth and biting the delicacy before swallowing it. A smile on your face as you turned to face Vladimir with your eyes closed. “We can have dinner now.” When you opened your eyes you were met with a still kneeling Vladimir in the same position and his gaze on the ground.
“My Love?” You asked, sneaking to him with your hand reached out. He didn’t react to your words so you were worried for him. Standing before him and touching his shoulder but before you could kneel before him his arms were wrapped around you waist and pulling your care to his face.
“Stay,” he commanded as he pulled the dress up and put it above his head, lips now on your clit once again while you had to stand on your legs which were shaking because of him. Tongue playing with it while you withered above him from the stimulation until he moved lower and lower, his nose now rubbing against the pleasurable part of the outside while his tongue now played with your hole. “You took my sweet from me, you must get punished.”
You whined his name as if you had no other words to be spoken, he was your saint as he continued to eat your insides without any issue. Even when you wanted to push him from you he tightened his grip on your waist. His hands roaming your body under the robe, kneading your thighs and ass the same way you had been working the dough. One hand reaching for your leg to swing it over his shoulder for deeper access to your pussy.
“Why?”
“You know why,” he stated. His head moving to press further against you body and his hands tightening while you stood there on one of your legs. Fingers in the hair on the back of his neck while you enjoyed the pleasure he was giving you. Your arousal painting his face thanks to it coming from your entrance which he sucked and licked out of you without a sound even though you were whining above and trying to stop moans from coming out.
“Now be a good girl and make no sounds, not even a whine.”
“I will try,” you mumbled as you felt his fingers starting to tease your entrance. Working around it before pushing a finger into it. You walls tightly squeezing it as it was the first thing you had in you since months of not having him at your side. You face squeezing and loosing as you watched him after he had come out from your skirt. His eyes were focused on you without a single mistake in his expression while you looked like a mess which was being fucked —which you were about to be.
“Angel,” he said as he wrapped his other hand around your hands and took your hands from his hair. You hands now fiddling with the air as you tried to find a grip anywhere else while another finger slid into your pussy without any resistance. “Look at me.” He tightened his grasp on your wrists for you to look down at which you did but could see his eyes so dark. “No sound and I will give you dinner, okay?”
You nodded your head, biting your lower lip to make no sound while he worked his fingers deeper into your body. Sounds of your aroused vagina entering your ears as he pulled out. A breath leaving you at the sudden stop. Letting your leg fall from his shoulder with grace and smile at you.
He simply stood up from his kneeling position, standing taller than you and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes followed him as he walked around the kitchen while you stood still in your spot, legs still shaking from the near orgasm you had almost received from him. Stumbling slightly when you wanted to shift your position to the counter behind you where your hands caught you before you could fully stumble into it and hit your lower back.
“What is this?” you asked when he came back with a plate which you could not see the contents off. He simply smirked before kissing your cheek and putting the plate next to you on the counter.
“Dinner.” He teaser his fingers along your thigh before pressing against your pussy again, sliding them through your slit to tease your clit for some time while you had your eyes focused on him. His fingers went back to your gaping hole that wanted him to fill you and pressed into them letting a small whine from you which made him stop.
“Why did you stop?”
“You make a sound and you get no dinner and I stop.” He pressed a Pelmeni against your lips which you opened before he pushed one inside. They were still warm and not as hot as they were when you had tasted them but also kind of cold which would leave you to have to eat them quickly.
“They are getting cold,” you mentioned but he had no care as he also brought a Pelmeni to his mouth and took it into his system.
“Then you better come quick,” he said, starting his fingers again as they moved in and out of your aroused entrance. “That was a mercy Pelmeni. You won’t get any more if you are not quiet, understood?” He split his fingers inside you as if to make sure you understood but you bit your lip to not let the surprised sound come out of you as he continued to work you.
“Good Angel,” he said as he put a Pelmeni between his teeth and leaned towards you. You glanced between his eyes before opening your mouth to accept the dinner you had wanted for the entire day. His lips enclosed your own as the Pelmeni was in your mouth. The kiss intense as he tried to play with your tongue but you would not let him as you closed your mouth to chew the dumpling. He growled but let you eat your dinner in peace except he curled his fingers in you without a care and roughened their movement a bit while biting down on your still exposed nipple while watching and listening to you.
“Vladimir,” you whispered but he did not listen. He continuing to work on your insides while slowly feeding you while also working on your nippled with his teeth and tongue. His green eyes as dark as the forests around the house as he watched your every move but you did not seem to mind as you enjoyed the pleasure he was giving you.
“My Angel, take of your clothes.”
Your breathing hitched as he pulled away from your chest and simply watched you while he let his fingers slip out and back into your entrance. His eyes focused on you as you fumbled with the edges of your robe before you slowly pulled it over you head, leaving you naked while he was still fully clothed. His eyes flickered to you exposed breasts with a grin as he moved his fingers faster inside of you.
Leaving you to feel the orgasm to build up but not to have it yet as he continued to feed you with no sounds until you made on and he stopped completely. Taking his fingers out of your pussy and letting his mouth go from his nipples which he had still been working on.
“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled pushing the last Pelmeni into your mouth while he liked his fingers free of your arousal. A groan leaving him as he enjoyed the taste of you in his mouth more than any other taste. His smirk growing with every lick of slick he had in his mouth.
“Thanks my love,” you said. Pressing your lips against his forehead. His mouth moving to kiss your stomach as he let his hands go down to your thighs.
Turning your body to bring your ass to his crotch where you could clearly feel his hard dick. A cock still covered by the trousers he was wearing but that soon stopped as the sound of the zipper being opened was filling the silence in the kitchen.
Turning your head to look into the outside of the wall of window in front of you your gaze fell to the ground. Feet fumbling as you wrapped your arms around your breasts so the soldiers outside would not see you the way only Vladimir was supposed to see you.
“No such thing Angel,” he said as he took your hands from your chest while slipping out of the legs of his trousers. Kissing your wrist as he looked at your face in the reflection of the darkness through the windows. “I want to see you.”
“But— But the guards,” you mumbled as he pushed your body softly onto the counter, your naked breasts on the marble stone while his big hand sprawled over your back, rubbing up and down your spine while your head turned to look at him, leaving your warm rose cheek to be cooled by the stone under it.
“They know better than to watch,” he whispered to you as you felt the tip of his cock press against your ass cheeks. You stiffened when you felt his hands kneading your ass while pushing the cheeks away and slipping his dick between them. Squeezing the cheeks together and rubbing through them while he gave them soft spanks which made you moan in silence as you bit your lip, not knowing if you were allowed to make sound or not. Your hands reaching for his own as he let the fingers intertwine giving you more comfort as he continued rutting between your cheeks.
“My Love,” you moaned which left him just to continue to move. Your hands squeezing his as you felt his cum hit your bum and sliding down your crack as he continued moving with the new lubrication of his own semen to enjoy the pleasures of your body.
“My Heart,” he said while kissing your back as he let one hand leave your body. The tip of his cock now sliding towards your clit while your legs simply fell towards the ground until he spread them a bit. Slapping his tip against your clit, making you moan as he went slower and harder before speeding up. Going towards your entrance before pushing into it without any resistance as you had been awaiting him with your hungry hole which had been squeezing around air after his finger had left you. “Be as loud as you wish,” he mumbled as he leaned over your body, his face now staring at you through the dark windows.
“Okay,” you whined as he pushed into your pussy without a single care in the world. Grasping your hip with his rough hands as he pushed all the way in until your body stopped his cervix. You hands now pressing against the glass while your face also faced towards it. Your eyes staying on him as you both locked eyes through the darkness behind the window. His cock stretching you out more than his fingers ever could as he pulled out, slapping his tip once again against your clit and slipping back into you with a hard push.
A moan left you as your eyes closed enjoying him pressing even harder as he raised on of you legs to lean on the counter with the rest of your upper body. Your moan got louder as he reached deeper into you, moving slowly as he let his eyes wander down to the spot where the two of you met instead of staying on your enjoying face.
Watching your arousal coat his dick as he got faster. Hitting your sponge spot inside of you. Hands tightening their grasp on you, bruising your skin thanks to the thigh hold but neither of you cared as he rutted into you. His movements where harsh but you also started to move against him the best you can, wanting more of him in you, more to squeeze around even when he spanked your bum with more than a bit of force. You just wanted him to groan more and moan for you which left you to try everything to the best of your abilities.
“Vlad—” you interrupted yourself as you felt the pressure inside your body build up. He slowed down a bit bring one hand to your clit to rub it as he continued rutting into you as harsh as he could. A moan leaving him as you slammed against his full sacks with the most strength you were able to get out of you laying body while the glass under your hands and before your face started to fog up more than it had been before.
Your body was so hot, his cock inside of you made it only warmer with every passing second as he stopped moving and simply stayed in you as if you were there to warm his cock. You whined, moving one hand back to go over your body and towards his dick which was slowly slipping out thanks to him while his hand slowed the movement on your clit to almost no movement. He watched you while you groaned, grasping his lengthy cock and shoving it right back into your pussy so you could enjoy yourself.
He was so hard, so you did not understand why he would stop. Just let him have you and let you have him but he wanted to tease you. You were not for teasing, not when he had ruined the dinner, wanting to leave you hanging fully naked in the kitchen. You moved against him, sliding your legs back so that you would touch the ground with your socked feet. Your hands leaving smears on the glass which you had to clean in the daylight but you did not care.
Pressing your hands against the counter as you moved up and down on his member. Moans leaving your mouth as you tilted your head back to watch his face with your eyes. He had them on your face, wrapping one hand around your throat as he pulled you against him, letting you head lean against his shoulder.
“My Angel has to fuck herself?” he asked which you nodded to. You eyelids fluttering as you continued your movement. He smirked, biting down on your neck while you continued to do your work on him. Vladimir stopped you with his hands on your waist pulling you from his dick and making you turn to face him, his dark green eyes on your pleasured expression. Your breathing too fast and shallow for him to take anything as he hoisted you back onto the counter, your whines starting back up before he plunged into you.
Grabbing your arms to wrap around his neck as he rutted into you as deep as he could with as much force as he can. Steading the two of you with one hand on the counter as he continued until you moaned and he felt you clench around his member with all your body could give him but that was not enough fro him. He smirked, continuing to push into you as you whined and begged him to not torture you more but he did not stop.
You kissed him as he stopped, spilling into you without a care. Letting his semen enter your womb and letting fester while you clung to him continuing to move as you reached your own orgasm and came again. Legs wrapping around his waist so that he would not leave you. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you waist, picking you up which made his dick slightly slip out but you slipped back down and wrapped yourself tighten around him while leaning your head on his shoulder as he walked you around with no difficulty while letting your squeeze his cock empty.
“You did so well. Not let me do the rest,” he whispered as he watched your eyes betraying your body as if it wanted nothing more than simply falling asleep in his arms. He allowed you to do so, letting one hand go through your hair while he carried you through the house and towards your bedroom where the two of you fell asleep with him still in your pussy and cuddling him in the best way you could.
TASKFORCE 141 (at some point)
Vladimir Makarov had no heart. That was public knowledge to all his enemies. They never saw him have mercy for his enemies, not even for children when they were affected in the terrorist actions he and his group too. He was a monster, at least as much a monster as any human could be.
So when Task force 141 had gotten the Intel of a Lady that Makarov protected to the best of his abilities they were more than just surprised. Thinking about ways to take her from him so they would have control over his actions, the most noticeable problem for that was that they had no clue where he had her. They had got all the places he was until he suddenly vanished from their radar and entered a dead zone which they had no clue about. They would not know where Makarov kept the woman he deemed important.
“So what we going to do about this Intel?” Gaz asked, his gaze on the wall of information of Vladimir Makarov. They were trying to point down his location but every little bit of information seemed wrong or no in the right place when they thought they had an idea.
“Waiting for him to appear in public,” Price replied, puffing the smoke of his cigar out of his mouth. His eyes narrowed at the board about the man they hated. “Lets watch the surveillance through our Intel, we will know when he is on the move.”
“Take him our when he least expects it.”
JANUARY 7TH
“Vladimir look at this!” You exclaimed, a big grin on your smile as you pointed at a bunny plush you had hoped would be back on the market this year. Your hands clasping in front of your body as your hair framed your face in the warm lights of the small huts around you.
“You want it my love,” he asked. Stopping a few feet away from you with a soft expression. You eyes looking up at him with the brightest gleam, he chuckled as he stepped back to you. Kissing your temple as he pulled his wallet out of his coat, he was of course going to pay it but your hand on his arm stopped him. Looking down at you he saw the pout you loved to show him when he did something you did not want.
“I want you to fight for it,” you mumbled to him. Your fingers till clawing at his own coat and your eyelashes fluttering so that he would do what you wanted. The soft cold breeze making you hide your own face in the dark blue scarf he had given you after you had complained about the cold and he had argued that he had told you to put on a scarf but you had denied it, leaving him without one.
“Whatever you want my Heart.” He took a few Euro outer of it before putting it back into his coat with a kiss against your lips. The warmth from his body transferring to your cold lips as you smiled into the kiss, cold fingers reaching for his neck but he stopped them before any touch could be initiated as he had felt the coldness before you could have had the chance to touch him.
“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips. Pressing yours against his once more before you let him go to the stand to win your the bunny you wanted. Clasping your hands as you stood a bit further away from him, eyes focused on him as he asked for him to play and the people not wanting to take any money from him only that he would force it onto them because he would not let his Angel see that they were not being payed by him. He turned his head to look back at you and your clasped hands before hitting the cans with a clean shot.
You jumped from leg to leg, clapping your hands together as your grin grew with every passing seconds. Cheeks and nose rose from the cold as you burrowed them back into the dark blue scarf. He raised his hand which he held the bunny plush in while the man who had just given him the plush seemed terrified. He ignored the man staring at him with wide eyes as he smiled at you.
“Here Angel,” he whispered as you took the white plush from his hands. Wrapping your arms around it as you squeezed it to your chest. Standing up on your toes to kiss him once more to show the love you had for him. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and kissed you even harder before taking one of your hands in his and pulling you with him towards a food stand as he knew you will want a Crêpe even if you had a full stomach.
“Are we getting Crêpe?” you asked, your grip tightening on his hand as he stopped before the stand with his hand tightly around yours. “I can get anything?” Giving him your bunny back so that it would not be dirtied in the first few minutes of you being her owner.
“Yes,” he said to you. You stood before him, his arms on your shoulders as your spoke to the salesperson. One hand going to his phone to check on the guards he had posted around the area to make sure no threat would come near you as he wanted you as save as possible after you had convinced him to let you go to the Christmas market for the first time this year.
The checks were clear, no sight of anything that could harm you. So when you turned back to look at him with three Crêpe in your hand even though it looked like one would fall from your hand soon. He took one from your hand, most likely the one you wanted to give him anyways before he kissed your forehead. Your grin wide as you took the first bite of your own, a moan leaving you as you tasted the dish you had made them spread on it.
“Good?” Vladimir asked you, watching one of your fingers brush a smudge of chocolate away from your lips which you licked off the finger. You nodded your head as you continued to devour your dinner, licking your lips with your tongue as you walked at his side. He started to eat his own delight too as the two of you walked.
“So do you have a present for me?” you asked him, you had after all made him take your out of the house in the afternoon of Christmas Day. Everyone was happy and smiling as they were about to spent their evening with their family. So would you when you got back home for the night. After all you guys had now spent a few hours in the city and you would soon wanna be home too, you wanted to give him his own little gift.
“Yes, I do.” He leaned down to your face to look into your eyes without a height difference between them. His finished Crêpe paper had been thrown into a trashcan when you walked past it. “Do you have something for me?”
“Yes, something great!” The grin on your face could not be stopped as your second Crêpe was eaten. You lips turning dirty just to make him want to kiss them. So when you stopped eating and turned to look at him. His warm hands going to your face which made you stop in your track, letting your eyes stay on his expression as you felt his thumbs rub your cheeks before he leaned down and pressed his lips against your without a care in the world, he was happy to be at your side that day even if he would ruin it with a proposal just so you could be his legally and stay at his side even after death.
“Vla—” You were interrupted by his lips again just as you were trying to speak his name. His tongue licking the chocolate of your lips as you tried to stop him. You hands hitting his shoulder as the papers of your Crêpe fell to the ground. “Vladimir!” You pushed him slightly, keeping him far enough from you as he moved his hands to your waist. Your hands had grabbed the bunny before it could have dropped to snow ground but you still seemed mad at him. “Not in front of the children.”
His head turned to the sides, not seeing your expression as his eyebrows furrowed. “There are no children around, my Heart.” He turned back to you with his eyes, watching your wide eyes and open mouth as well as the slight tremble you had. He rubbed your arms, fearing you were to cold and your body thought that you were about to die but when he watched your hand move to your stomach his own eyes widened. His mouth falling open as he kept his gaze on your stomach and hand.
“You . . . ,” he stumbled over his words. The great Vladimir Makarov stumbled over his words. “You are pregnant?”
“I— I wanted to tell you in— differently. I— I am so sorry.”
“What are you sorry for, love?” he asked, his hands holding your tightly. His gaze now on your face. His thoughts had been quick that you were to be the mother of his child, of your child. A person made half of him, the evil he is, and the other of you, the good that you are. Someone else to protect when he was already trying so hard to protect you. But he would not be against the happy glint you had in your eyes. The two of you had been trying but he was not sure that from the last time you had sex and the few days before New Years.
“For how I told you,” you mumbled. He did not care so he pressed a soft kiss against your mouth, one hand going to your stomach to press softly against it. His gaze softer than it usually was as he kept them on you. “My Heart, you gave me a greater present than I could ever give you.” You shook your head, you did not believe his words for one second.
“Don’t say that, yours will be great and I still want it,” you pouted as he righted his scarf around you. Vladimir was making sure that you would be warm, that the two or three of you would be warm enough for the cold as you made your way to the car to get home. The soft smile on your lips not even vanishing as he turned away hear you gurgling.
His gaze turned back to you in seconds to see a bullet wound right through your throat. Blood flowing out as you fell to your side, legs trying to catch you as you eyes stayed on him. The smile long forgotten on your face you laid in the snow with him standing over you, he was not prepared for this. Guards rushing to their position to hide him from the gunfire intended for him but had hit you because he had moved at the right moment. This bullet was meant for him.
“My Heart?” he asked, his voice not trembling even though he imagine it would. His Commander side was still active because of the people around them, he could not be vulnerable around them so he had to fight the shaking of his hands and the burning of his eyes as he knelled down and wrapped his arms around your body. Pulling it to his body as the blood tainted your hair as well as the snow under it, some even dropping on the white bunny he had fought for because you wanted it so.
“My Love?” Standing from his position he brought your drained face to his shoulder. He would not have you hang limb in his arms as if you were dead. He was sure he would be able to save you, he just needed to not think about your blood tainting him. He could not let you die, not for him. Not the kindest person he had ever known. Not you who made his frozen character warm up. He could not hear you stop gurgling on the blood now in your mouth and all over your clothing as he moved slowly with you towards a van that was parked near you as his men had rushed.
“I need a medic.” Those were all the words Vladimir Makarov let out that night as he held you slowly freezing body to his warm one, after all you always loved his warmth and needed it whenever you were cold. His hand wrapped around your as he stared into the outside as his men rushed towards a hospital that would be able to treat you. His other hand on your stomach, why did you have to tell him before this happened. Now he knew that if he lost you he also lost the future he wanted with you and would never have with another woman. Vladimir hoped his warmth hopefully still seeping in your body as he had told them to pump blood into you so that your heart and brain would not give up. You will not give up, after all he had often heard you talk about having a long life but he will only know if you were going to pull through when they were entering the hospital.
Doctors rushing to you as he carried you towards a stretch laid out for you. His hands did not want to leave you. You could not leave his reach unless you were to die or maybe you die because you are so close to him. The words of the doctors nothing but muted sounds to him as he pulled his hands from you. He would not let you be in less luck with him so he turned around when he heard the doctors and nurses rushing away with you. Stepping out of the hospital with his coat coated in darkness that was not able to be seen but smelled as he stepped back into the van.
“I want the scene investigated. I wanna know how a threat was able to squeeze past you!” He yelled as the van drove of back towards the park where you had been shot. Where he had been supposed to bleed out to his death instead of you. No, you were not to die and he would make sure of that, right after he killed the man that dared shoot you.
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this is not proofread or edited, i kinda wanted this to come out on the Christmas Day for Russians (i googled if it is not the christmas day it's okay) just for it to hit harder and then was rushing to finish this in liek 3 days because I was procrastinating!
also you will never see me write x reader, my brain had to work overtime so that i would not use she/her.
VLADIMIR MAKAROV x FEM!RUSSIAN!CHARACTER/READER (changed the reader to a character because I struggled with the 2nd POV aka you.)
pompt: domestic vladimir makarov with his pre-med college! girlfriend just having some cute days with each other.
this is like a small collection of everything about
warning: domestic!makarov, angst, FLUFF, established relationship, age gap (makarov is in his late 30s and reader is in her early 20s), older man/younger woman , violence, russian characters, inaccurate presentation of russia(ns), most likely OOC Vladimir Makarov AND way too many others.
All dialogue is supposed to be russian!
⟶ skrytaya lyubov' (secretive love)
vladimir makarov spends time with his girlfriend after coming back from a mission until christmas day.
summary — phillip graves is in for a rude awakening when he learns more about his date, someone completley different to him and yet similar.
warnings — age gap! inaccurate depiction of characters with a disability. cute golden retriever called pancake
word count — 3.3k words
authors note — i am so sorry for the VERY late chapter- i just kind of wanted to rewrite everything and actually plan it out and then gave up and wallowed in myself because of a writer's block and felt bad for not publishing anything but here were are. hopefully not gonna vanish again because i will try to write for this!!
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“Hank, how are your days of freedom?” Phillip asked, hand reaching out to the one of his Shadows which he usually had around him all the time except when they were really at base and he allowed to to visit family if they lived close enough. Thanks to the base being located near enough Austin and was practically always seen as Austin he had no problem with letting any of them who lived in the city to go to their families for the days that they had nothing to do. Phillip even let some that lived further away go home, he wanted them to come back with new motivation and a feeling of happiness. He was a good commander, after all he did know that they all missed their families at some point and even he knew that Hank would have never expected his boss to sit in front of him at one of the small tables in the restaurant of his family while he was off work.
“Good, Sir, yours?”
“Mine too, I am here on a date.” Phillip met the brown eyes of the brown black-haired man who had his shoulder long hair pulled into a small little bun in the back of his head. Hank had his eyes trained on his boss before turning to Julie and the dog resting on her legs with her snout. Phillip watched him gulp before glancing back at his boss. Phillip could see the gears in his head working overtime, thinking about wanting to scold the older man who gave him a job and money because of the dog in the restaurant and the screaming match his mother had with him but stopped when his eyes landed on a vest. Hank gulped before softly smiling at his boss again after looking back up at the older man. “Oz arranged this.”
“Miss, are you new to town?” Hank asked, always the polite boy that his mother had raised even though she had not stuck to the lessons of her own mother if she had spoken that way to the lady who had just wanted to get to a table to wait for him while he had been doing something else outside. “Miss?”
“Me?” Julie asked, her voice coming out forced as if she had not spoken for years or as if she had been screaming for a whole day only for nothing to help her. Her hand on her chest as she tried to clear her throat with a good hit but could not as she croaked out another sound but stopped soon after. Phillip could see her fingers tangling in the long hair of her dog while she tried to calm before she patted Pancake and turned into the direction of Hank in the best way she could which was totally away from him as she somehow thought that he was standing further at her side than he was after he had shook the hand of his Commander.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Yes.” Her head bowing, slightly as she leaned a bit forward, holding her hand out to the boy which was closer to her age. Phillip watched as Hank grasped her hand softly with his own, shaking them before taking a step back. Brown eyes on the casually dressed man which he had not expected to ever see in anything but his uniform because of their work. “I am new to Austin.”
“Enjoying it?” Hank seemed as if he wanted to vanish from the judging gaze from his own Commander but Phillip did not let him as he watched the two of them interact. Eyes on Julie as she turned back only to bump into the table, a wince coming from her as Phillip reached out for her, stopping himself from touching her as he leaned back in his seat while crossing his arms over his chest.
“It’s okay, better than Wimberley.” Phillip frowned, he did not think that her live could be so bad that she thought the screaming woman at the front was better than anyone in her own home town. Hank turned to look at him, eyes meeting his own while Phillip could see the conflict in his eyes.
“So, on a date with Commander Graves, that seems classy.”
“Commander?”
Hank and Phillip both froze and the confused tone of the auburn-haired woman who sat at the table while rubbing her hand over the place where she had bumped into the table with. Phillip watched Hank swallow, the Adam’s apple moving before he nodded his head.
“I am just gonna get your some water and leave you to talk with the Menus.”
“Thank you Hank.”
Phillip raised his eyebrows as he took the Menu into his hand and started reading what the restaurant was offering as food options. His eyes scanning the menu in silence as he did not know how to start the conversation after what Julie had heard already but also not wanting her to feel pressured to talk to him if she did not want to. This date idea that Oz has given him might have been the worst idea that he had ever given him because this single day was the most chaotic than anything he had ever lived through. So many unaccounted variables to this date that he would have never thought about but now had to consider.
“What is on the menu?” Julie’s quiet voice spoke. Phillip looked over the edge of the menu with which he had been hiding his face from her. Eyes focused on her as she simply stared at him without a change of her expression. He once again forgot about her not being able to see. He blinked once before opening his mouth, licking his lip with his tongue to wet his lips and smacking them together. So when he started off listing some things on the menu that she could enjoy he found what he would ask the kitchen for. “I am gonna have lasagna and whatever your choose. I’ll pay.”
“Because you are a military?”
“I just have a lot of money,” Phillip chuckled slightly as he put the menu down. Folding his hands together while his eyes searched for Hank, who was standing behind the counter while his eyes were focused on the unusual couple. Narrowing his eyes as Hank met his before vanishing from the view as he dug to take cover behind the red painted counter. “So don’t think about it any longer Bunny.”
“Why don’t you say my name?” Julie asked, her voice louder as it held more confidence and did not shake any longer. “I haven’t heard you call me Julie since you met me.”
“Sorry, bad habits die hard.” He chuckled, running his hands over the fabric covering his chest. “So what do you want?”
“I will also take a lasagna and sparkling water, thank you.”
“No problem Do—” he stopped himself from finishing the pet name which he had used to talk to her, the stuttering in his voice obvious before he raised his hand and head to look back at her. “Julie.” His eyes were on the smile stretching out as she tilted her head softly, hand on the table tapping as she traveled into his direction before he let their fingers meet.
“I like the sound of my name, Commander.”
“Don’t call me that!” he scolded, his tone serious as he never wanted to mix his professional life and personal life, even if he would not call this personal as he usually had no life except the Shadow Company. Phillip usually had no life, he had his shadows and work and sometimes was home, this was the first time he could say he had a real personal life just because Oz had made him go on this date. A date that he already enjoyed just because of the company, he never had such a comfort from someone he had never met. It might be because she could not see him, only knew his name and could never rat him out to anyone, could not tell them where he lived but he felt calmer than he had since he had learned about this blind date.
He watched her play with his fingers while a soft chuckle left her as she slowly wrapped her index fingers around his own while seemingly watching him with her eyes which seemed to have softened. Her fogged blue eyes having a light in them before Phillip was ripped from her freckled face and letting his blue eyes travel to the lanky tall boy who now stood next to their table and watched their hands in front of him.
“Hank, two lasagnas and some sparkling water.” Phillip held the two menus out to his usual subordinate which made Hank watch him with wide eyes. Grabbing the menus he bowed his head to them as if they had a table in one of the fanciest restaurants in Texas.
“Sure thing, Sir.”
“Why am I not supposed to call you Commander?” Julie asked, her chin leaning on her hand while she fluttered the auburn eyelashes at him. Her expression seeming serene and as if she wanted to listen to him talk the whole of their time.
“It is my military title. When I am not at work I don’t want to be the Commander, especially when you are my date.”
“Date.” Phillip saw the rose colour rising up her cheeks until it covered most of her face. Her lips being bitten on, seeing the blood slowly coating her lips and suppressing the urge to just wipe it away as he thinks that she could choke on the small amount of blood entering her throat. Phillip bit his tongue before reaching out for her cheek and brushing one of his knuckles against the heat before pulling away. “You are my date not my subordinate. I don’t wan you to be part of my work life.”
“Okay, Phillip.” Phillip watched her brush a strand of her hair back. “You are my date too, so never call me Miss Comley.”
“Miss Comley?” Phillip asked, leaning on the back of the booth, arm wrapped around the back lean while he slowly pulled his hand from hers. He had not even noticed that they had not moved from their hands fondling until he had moved. Legs moving to be spread further from his waist, hip adjusting as he moved properly. “Why is that?”
“Are you comfortable?” Julie asked. Phillip had his eyes trained on her person while she seemed to be concerned for his well being. Her face scrunched up as if felt the discomfort herself. “We could move if you would feel more comfortable.”
“No, I feel fine, Doll.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, now lets go back to my question.” Phillip tutted while moving one of his index fingers to show disagreement which she was not able to see. “Before you get your way of interrogating me. That's usually my job.” He poured more water into his glass while a tingle in his fingers wanted him to hold a gun, or his knife, in the palm. His body felt wrong without something in his hand while being interrogated only for him to think about it not being an interrogation. Swallowing once he nodded his head. “So why am I not supposed to call you Miss Comley?”
“I am an educator. My kids call me that and no one else,” Julie replied, her voice warm and filled with softness which he never heard anywhere on base. Phillip nodded his head as he glanced at Hank who was slowly getting their order ready and probably bring them soon to them. “Did you even read my profile?”
“Should I tell you the truth?” Phillip asked, leaning a bit forward as Hank arrived at their side, putting the glasses to be on the table where they could easily be taken from but also be bumped by Julie as she did not know where it was. “Or do you want a clever lie?”
“Truth, please.”
“A friend of mine set me up.” Phillip watched her expression, the smile falling from her face while her fingers moved over the edge of the table a few times. “Thought I was stuck up and now I am not even that mad at him anymore.” His smug tone accompanied by a smirk as he watched the colour drain and flush back into her cheeks. The rose skin making him feel more appreciated. “Oz really did find the perfect woman.”
“I am no where near perfect.” Julie’s lips let an uncertain sound out which seemed like a chuckle but also sounded like a wince. Phillip’s eyebrows furrowed together as he watched her Her hand soon trying to reach for the glass so she could drown the awkwardness inside of her. When he saw her almost tip over the glass of sparkling water he stopped her hand and slowly placed her hand on the top so she knew where it was. “Thanks,” a small whisper left her before she pressed her lips against the glass.
“You’re good enough, aren’t you? Especially when you are a teacher.”
“Educator.”
“Tomato-Tomato.” Moving his hand around as if he was waving away a waiter or an annoying fly. “What would you advice me for a group of kids that get annoyed with every single they are supposed to do?” A giggle left her as she leaned on the table while also moving her body a bit forward. Her fingers still rapped around the glass so she would not spill the content.
“I always give my little ones a little reward for everything they conquer,” she explained, her index finger trailing her lips which made Phillip only concentrate on the rose skin which hid her teeth. “I give them a little treat that I prepare for the next week so that they feel some accomplishment. I would guess it would help with moral and motivation also for military men.”
Phillip laughed. Not just a smile or chuckle that he would give his shadows after work hours but a full on laugh which even surprised him. He could not remember the last time was free enough to let a laugh leave him without a care in the world. He brought a fist to his mouth to hide his laughter behind coughs but even those would not make him stop as he watched the expression of his companion lighten up as she moved to clap her hands as if she would praise a child in her class.
“I like your laugh.”
Phillip cleared his throat, reaching his own hand out for his glass and tipping the water back into his throat while trying to not taste the sparkles which he hated to drink. Placing his hand over his mouth to stop himself while his eyes strayed back to the blinding smile of the younger woman.
“So I should give them something for doing their job?”
“For training and other non-job related stuff.”
Her content expression stayed even when Hank came back to stand at their table, to plates of lasagna which he carefully sat down on the table. The younger man wanted to walk away but Phillip wrapped a hand around his arm and pulled him back to his standing position next to their table. His brown eyes on his Commander as Phillip pointed at the woman with the same age his soldier.
“Hank, would you like to get some more free days when we’re on base?”
“I would appreciate them Sir.” Phillip nodded his head, he did understand wanting to spend more time with family, even if he had not done such a thing since he had joined the military. Shadow Company was his family and sometimes he really had to think about letting them leave instead of bonding over the days they would spend on base. Phillip always chose the one better for everyone even if he would be left alone some times, he would have time to do his work without distractions.
“Good, you can enjoy your freedom again Hank.” Patting the upper arm of his younger soldier before letting him walk away and turning back to look at the woman felt a better connection with than some of the men he had been working with in his entire life.
“Hank likes the idea.”
“If he would like to do his other obligations that much we wouldn’t have this conversation.” Phillip pointed at her with his fork before she let out a giggle, moving her body slightly as she slowly grasped her own fork with her dainty fingers.
“Anyways, an Educator. How is your day with the kids?”
“Quiet eventful. I work in a small room with a few smaller children that also are visually impaired. Pancake here is always at my side and the kids love her.” Phillip watched her bright smile as he started eating his lasagna and watched her also get a piece after some seconds of finding the dish without hurting herself in any way. “I just do what I can every second day to make their lives easier.”
“You sound like my dream teacher.”
He smiled while eating especially whenever he made her smile while speaking. Watching her eat and enjoy the lasagna while they continued talking they had no qualms. Small quips coming from each other while they tried to figure out and similarities they shared except that they were not used to dating in any way except this day.
“Military men aren’t used to being home, right?” Julie asked, taking another bite from the dinner she would not even have to pay for. A grin on her lips before she took another sip from her water which made Phillip grin while watching her.
“Not really, whenever I’m at base I feel like I should do my work but also just want to get away again.”
“That doesn’t sound healthy,” Julie mumbled but even then Phillip was able to hear her as she tried to hide it. “Don’t you ever visit your family?” Julie could not see his expression or how his Adam’s apple moved when he heard the question. His fork now playing with the rest of his food which he would love to down but now his throat would not even let him swallow the water her wanted to drink but stopped when the glass touched his lips.
“I don’t really have contact with my mum, haven’t in a few years now.” Phillip took a sip after he had sighed and lowered his head. Looking away from her fallen face as he sighed. “But that might be a conversation for the 20th date.”
“I don’t visit my parents either, they don’t wanna visit me even if I ask,” Julie told him. He looked up at her as she just continued to eat her lasagna while having her eyes lowered as if she felt bad about asking him questions and wanting to make him more comfortable after starting that burdening topic.
“Your family complicated?”
“Yours?”
“Touché.”
“Do we have anything else planned?” Phillip placed his fork and knife onto the newly empties plate. Eyes falling on Julie who had asked him something while she was still finishing her last bites of lasagna while he called Hank back to them for the check so that they did not have to worry any longer about it. His eyes went to Pancake laying on her belly, someone without a job to do when Julie was eating. Phillip felt the same just because he wasn’t working, sympathy for the animal.
summary — graves is forced on a blind date arranged by his friend osmond 'oz' ryan which he does reluctantly only to be surprised by the evolution of the first meeting.
warnings — age gap! inaccurate depiction of characters with a disability. cute golden retriever called pancake
word count — 4.5k words
authors note — this idea and chapter have been inspired by a tiktok I've seen like a year ago but I put a bit of my own spin on it especially when I was really EXCITED about writing this. the editing of this chapter received another 1k words after I was done with it. also english is not my first language, just wanting to make sure if there are some mistakes
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Phillip Graves sat in his jeep in front of an unknown house, which apparently was supposed to belong to a young woman by the name Julie. Which was the only information that he had gotten from his friend. Phillip had no guns or back up to cover his back when he stepped out of his car. No one to help him feel more secure. No vest on his upper body to protect him from any sauntering bullets if he got attacked. No bulletproof glass that would take some time to break to save his life from any threats. No he was bare. As bare as he could be as a military man, he felt like a newborn child which had blood on his body and was as defenseless as any baby could be after being brought into life. He had hid a combat knife in the compartment for any troubles and a gun was somewhere in the car where no one would expect it. Important was that he was without any military gear on his body and in front of a house which he had not scoped out, inhabited by an unknown suspect which he had not searched up in the American Data Base pf Citizens. Oz had threatened him to take his Shadows away for a few weeks if he did search for her, Phillip did not want to risk it.
He inhaled deeply, closing his eye and leaning his head back against the headrest of his seat. Fingers grasping the leather wheel which he might be gripping tighter than he ever had before while his eyes were closed. A squeaking sound coming from the leather before he eased his fingers again. Spreading them trying loosen the bones and flesh. Biting his lip for a second before he nodded his head, opening the door of his jeep and stepping out of it. Hands going over his jeans as he felt sweat cover his hands in a faint layer. Phillip reached for his smartphone, pulling it out to look at the messages Osmond ‘Oz’ Ryan had sent him about the woman he was meeting. When he opened the chat they had with their private numbers he was met by a photo of his friend glaring at him through the screen. Phillip sighed, it seemed as if Oz knew that he he knew Phillip wanted to chicken out.
Stepping out of his Jeep he patted the door after closing it softly to not alert anyone lurking around. He might be paranoid but at least he would be safe from enemies when in their territory. Smartphone once again in his pocket as he stepped around the front of his vehicle, stopping before he touched the sidewalk with his shoes. He wanted to feel a vest covering him but he couldn’t. He was meeting a civilian and not a fellow military commander, Phillip felt wrong after all he was not used to civilian clothes for many years as he only ever wore what he always had at work. He was surprised he even had any normal clothes left in his closet but Oz seemed glad enough that he had jeans and not just combat pants.
He took a step onto the sidewalk and went to the door of the passenger seat so he could grab the flowers Oz had pushed into his chest before he had left to drive to Wimberley. He did not know the flower but it looked nice and would make the woman happy for sure. Rolling his tense shoulders as he loosened his body to not seem to strict or military when meeting someone for the first time. Phillip should have found something to do this weekend then he wouldn’t be in this predicament because he would be in his office and most likely working on reports but at least he wouldn’t have had to worry about his friend sending him on a date. Now he had pushed the reports to Monday and even if he had decided to make them today, he would most likely still have pushed them to Monday.
“Hey, Commander.”
“Oz, we’ve been workin’ together a long time now. Call me Phillip when we don’t work, I told you that enough times.”
“Sure.” Phillip saw the grin on the man’s face as the man stepped further into the room, brown eyes focused on slowly graying man while Phillip himself hunched over some files he had to go through. So when the buffer man let himself fall into the leather seat and let out a grunt Phillip stopped working, setting his pen down before leaning back in his seat with his eyes trained on his long term colleague and friend. “So that we got that out of the way, you have any plants for the weekend?”
“No, why?”
“I have some plans for you.” Phillip narrowed his eyes at Oz’s words, after all his friend acted more suspicious then he had ever seen him act this way. Oz pucked his lips together and let the air carry a low whistle. “There is this girl that wants to meet you. Real cute girl and very kind.”
“How does a girl know about me?” A chuckle left Oz at the question of his commander and friend. Oz smiled brightly as he leaned forward, elbow on his thigh while looking at his friend.
“I might have made you a dating profile.”
Stepping towards the house in the small town which seemed normal sized and enough for a small family but as far as he knew his date lived alone with her dog. He sighed, once he felt strands of hair sit in his face he pushed it back while walking towards the wooden porch of the house with his hands trying to figure out what they were supposed to do. Phillip no longer was used to walking without a vest, now he could not rest his hands in them whenever he walked or talked. Taking the few steps up the porch he could slowly heard the music in the house get louder with every step until he stood before the house door. Phillip thought about how Osmond Ryan had not even found someone he would be interested in, the music was something he would never listen to and now he was still stuck with going on a date with this person.
Righting his body he brought his weight onto one of his legs, shifting his weight around. Moving his lips for a second before pulling them between his teeth and ring the bell to the house. Hearing the echo in the house while the volume of the music lowered. Now waiting for the woman he was supposed to meet in front of her own door.
“Wait a second!” A female high pitched voice called out, the voice seemed higher than the casual tone but that might be because the woman supposed to meet him. He heard such tones often when interrogating because nervous people unconsciously changed their voice when they spoke. Barking of a dog also entered his ears as he stood before the door, fingers clamming around the stalk of the flowers. Phillip remembered the question Oz had asked him at a random time a few weeks before as if he had planned this date longer than he had even thought about Oz having created a profile for him.
“Do you like dogs?”
Having not understood the question which Oz suddenly had asked while the two of them were training he had stumbled over his words before coming to the conclusion that he liked dogs more than cats. Now Phillip realized why Oz had asked him because when he strained his ears he could hear the footsteps of the woman he was supposed to meet and a dog right at her side.
When the white wooden door opened he was met by a golden retriever that slipped through the open gap. Strutting around the middle-aged man, tail swinging around and hitting his leg softly as the golden retriever stopped to stand between his legs which he had made a bit of space for the dog. Phillip looked down at the dog between his legs who was still sniffing him but sat now, as Phillip looked behind him he could still see the tail wiggle before he looked up at the door which let a soft voice cut through the air.
“Pancake, come back in.”
Her voice gentle and caring as she moved her hand so that her dog, apparently called Pancake, would follow it. The golden retriever between his legs, where Pancake apparently felt warm and safe, looked up at him before rushing back into the house with little taps. The door opened fully and left Phillip to be met with a beauty young woman which she had not awaited. His eyes on her as she kept her hand on the dog the best way she seemed to be able to while the friendly creature sat at her side.
“Hello.” Her voice was soft and her face keeping a soft smile on her smile while her eyes were unfocused and seeming like they were looking past him when he practically stared at her face. She had dimples while smiling and the sun shining softly onto the ground and reflecting on her face showed that she had freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Her hand stayed on the inside of her door while the music continued to echo through the halls. Her smile wavering as if she was kind of embarrassed by the music because it was not her own. “I am Julie.” Julie held her hand out, at least he thought she was because it was slightly to the left of him but everyone made mistakes. “But you already knew that.” A soft chuckle left her as she tried to take her hand away but Phillip grabbed it with his own. A strong grip coming from him as he shook her hand.
“Phillip,” he said with a softer tone than what he was used to thanks to his branch of work, “Nice to meet you, Julie.”
“You too. The few times you messaged me were nice conversations, I loved talking to you. Made my day sometimes.” Phillip furrowed his eyebrows because Osmond Ryan had not mentioned any important conversations that they had but he also saw the slightly saddened expression even when she was smiling, if their conversations really made her day sometimes he really questioned what made her days that bad. Now he struggled to figure out what he was supposed to say, going on a date really was harder than any battle he had fought. He swallowed his spit, feeling his Adam’s apple move while he also tried not to destroy the flowers which he had for her.
“I got you some flowers.” Phillip held them out with one hand as they were clenched into a fist at his side before he pushed them out towards her. He watched Julie’s eyes stay where they were instead of on the flowers his comrade had decided on for the girl. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw her dog stomp twice which made Julie hold out her hand. Trying to find the flowers with her fingers until she met the petal of a flower with her fingertip and grasped the bundle.
“Thank you, these are my favourites!” Julie claimed while her nose was pressed into the flowers. She turned her head to look behind her in the hallway. Her expression having an uncertainty as she took a step back. “Do you wanna come in for a second, I just have to take this away and get Pancake ready.”
“Ready?”
“Oh,” her voice seemed saddened as he watched her with his trained eyes, uncertain about this interaction as he could not clearly understand her actions. “Of course I should ask if I can Pancake with me, we are never really separated and so I just thought—”
“No, it’s fine. She can come.”
“Thank you.” Phillip liked her bright smile when he had confirmed that she could have her dog with her. “I will be right back, don’t mind the music. My best friend is currently listening to some.” She turned around, looking down at her dog and talking to her before she walked away from him and deeper into her own home. “Come on Pancake.”
Phillip watched her walk down the white hall, at least he could not identify any colours on the walls with the sunlight shining into the house and his squinting eyes. Pictures were strung along the wall but he could not identify anything in them while not standing in the house. Furniture was set to one side while the other mostly seemed free. He leaned against the railing of the porch. He did not know if this house was trapped or if am enemy wanted him to fall for the little lady that seemed to innocent and kind to be in any a group of troublemakers but he could also remember that she had not once looked at him which could radiate guilt or fear. Deciding to stay outside of the house of a lone lady showed respect to her.
“I will just wait here,” he called after her into the empty hall as he turned his head to look around the neighbourhood. Feeling eyes on him he looked directly into the direction behind him. Back up might have been a better decision because the way the people across the street were staring at him he was not sure if they wanted to murder him or hated the house and the inhabitant.
Phillip saw an elderly woman and a young man, who seemed like her son or grandson, on the sidewalk across the road and raised his hand to wave at them as he had been taught by his mother at a young age. Both of them looked conflicted at him, turning their heads without giving him a sign of acknowledgment and continuing to do what they were doing ahead of them stopping to stare at him and the house. His smile fell slightly, he felt more unease than he usually would when meeting anyone at a bar to have a hook up with.
“We’re ready!” Julie called out as she stopped in front of him again, her friend behind her at the end of the hall where Phillip could see her lurking with a glare on her hardened face. Glancing down he saw the golden retriever on a leash with a vest around her body, his eyes narrowed as he let them go back to her face while she seemed to retract something in her hand, something that was longer before.
“What is that for?”
“Just in case of us going on a walking,” she replied with a soft expression, “After all I don’t know where we’re going or what we will be doing.” Her face was turned away from him even though it seemed that she had directly spoken to him which confused him as he tapped his hands on his hip where he had placed them.
“No, really what is the cane for?” Phillip asked as if he was not a military man with one of the greatest educations because how did he not figure out that she could not see after their first interaction, he really questioned his abilities of finding out stuff even though he is known for interrogations. When his eyes went back to her cane, his eyebrows slowly raised and his eyes widened as he seemed to realize why she held the cane and her eyes were never on his face. Blue eyes going down to the adorable dog who had the vest on were it was written on that the owner was visually impaired.
“I am blind,” she whispered as if forcing the words out, her throat feeling rough as her voice was not as sweet as it was before. “I cannot see anything, well I can see that there’s some light and darkness but that truly is it. Did you not know?” Phillip listened to her tone of voice, her knew what people sounded like when they were made insecure and he never wanted her to feel that way when she was a literal sunshine. It seemed sad even when he could not understand why she was so sad, after all it was not really her fault for being visually impaired. “I asked my friend to add it to the profile so no one else would just come and go.” Her voice sounded broken as he looked at her before looking past her at the friend with a big grin on her lips as if she had planned for this exact scenario.
Julie’s face seemed to try to hold in her sadness. Tears in her eyeballs as he watched her try to blink them away while she seemed to bite down on the inside of her cheek, though a small tear trailed down her cheek which she tried to secretly wipe away. Phillip should have realized, his hand reached out for her own which fiddled with her clapped in cane. Her cold hands now being warmed by his.
“It’s no problem, really.”
“No, no. We don’t have to do this.” She shook her head. “Guys don’t wanna go out with a blind girl,” she whispered as she dropped his hand from her own and took a step back from him as if she burned him. “I can ask my friend to go with you, I’ll just tell her it is like always.”
“Always?”
“No one wants to go out with someone that cannot see.”
“I don’t care about that,” he said as he kept his eyes on her. His eyes flicking everywhere before he saw soft movements on her face, her eyelids fluttering as if she had never heard such words be uttered. “I am here to get to know you better, otherwise I wouldn’t have messaged you.” He watched a bright smile grow on her lips as she took a step forwards, hands tightening around her cane before she held one out to his position the best she could.
“It’s nice to meet you Phillip, you are the first man to accept me,” Julie told him. His hand clasping her own before he brought it to his lips and brushed his lips against the back of her hand like the gentleman he was supposed to be. As if they were in an old fairytale and he was Prince Charming.
“It is my pleasure.” Phillip was thinking about the possibility of him knowing that she was visually impaired. If only Oz had allowed him to search Julie up when he had talked about her for the first time. Even just before he started to make his way from the base just so that he would be prepared but Osmond Ryan wanted him to have a chance with a woman for the first time in his life without having to worry about anything and yet made the first meeting more complicated than it had to be. “So are you two ladies ready?”
“Sure. Madison, I am going on a date!” Julie called out as she turned to her own home with a bright smile on her face and the light brightening her fogged eyes.
“What?!” a louder and agitated voice called out which echoed through the mostly empty hallway and entered his ears outside of the house. Phillip rolled his eyes at the voice of the woman while Pancake turned to look up at him while the voice grew louder with every passing second until Julie and another woman with short brown hair arrived at the front door. “I am so happy for you!” Phillip saw lies of the woman on her face, her expression did not match her tone and as she looked at the strawberry blonde beauty at her side she was practically snarling at the oblivious woman. “Someone actually willing to go out with you, even though I forgot to mention you’re blind in your profile.”
“Right!” Julie exclaimed, a big smile on her lips as she had her head turned to her friend and clapped her hands together. The glare her friend shot at her seemed was ignored by her because she could not see it. Her expression changed as soon as she turned her head to look at him. A smile on her face appeared and her eyes narrowed slightly before she took a step forward and wrapped a hand around his arm. A growl leaving the golden retriever while Phillip also took his hand and pushed her away. “Stop it Pancake, Phillip is nice.” She turned back to him while he had his eyes narrowed at her friend. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine, so we good to go?”
“We’re good!” Julie replied before she rattled her key in her hand and closed the door behind her, locking it before walking down the porch with Pancake. The leash wrapped around her hand and a bit of her arm as she walked with Pancake while Phillip and her mean friend stayed because her friend pulled him back when he wanted to follow.
“Why not go with me? I could give you such a better time of day,” the brunette woman at his side whispered as she leaned into him. Harsh red lips near his mouth while she had a smirk on her lips and seduction in her brown eyes, eyes which were not as innocent as the ones of her friend which he was here to see and not attractive to him. “Boring Julie has no experience.”
“Thanks,” Phillip mumbled before he pushed her away once again, “But I know what I want.”
“You will leave the second she talk enough, no one ever likes Julie!”
“Are you coming?” Phillip was glaring at the brown-haired girl which had a real ugly personality before he turned his head to look at the girl whom his friend had decided would be the perfect date for him. Eyes softened and a grin stretching his face as he took the few steps down from her porch and towards her and her cute dog. When he stopped at her side he touched her elbow softly after letting her know that he would do such a thing, watching her friend flee from the scene as if she was a criminal from the corner of his eye.
“You wanna drive?” He asked to ease the tension which had been created by her friend trying to get him to leave Julie alone. Phillip kept his eyes on the friend who left Julie alone with him without a single goodbye and anger in every stomp she took.
“I don’t have a drivers license,” Julie replied. Phillip chuckled as he thought about her forgetting she could not see when he had asked her if she wanted to drive.
“Bunny, you cannot see.”
“Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget that.” Julie chuckled softly as she tried to hide her smile with her hand. A smile which made him feel helpless even more than any stress inducing situation in battle. He would rather be confronted by grenade than not see this smile again on their date. Maybe this day without the vest and protection wouldn’t be that bad when he had her as his companion.
“I like your smile, don’t hide it.” Phillip watched her cheeks turn the color red before she swiftly turned to look away from him as if he would not be able to see the affect the words had on her.
“I really should say goodbye to my frie—”
“She already left.”
“Oh.” Julie bowed her head while he watched her before she stopped and grasped his hand with her smaller and colder fingers as they still had contact at their elbows and she just let her hand fall to his. “You don’t have a problem with loads of dog hair right?”
“No issue.” His hand went to the back door of his car as he told Julie to let Pancake get off the leash so the dog could jump into the back. Phillip saw a blanket in the back of the car as he remembered Oz talk to him about it when he had pushed it into him with the flowers.
“You might need it.”
Phillip was hoping that Oz had not looked her up at this point, Julie seemed sweet and he did not really want to know anything that he did not need to know without her knowledge. If he never saw her again after this day, the information would be unneeded even if he did search up all all his hook ups with the same principle. He wanted to get to know her the way she wants him to know her.
“Pancake can get in and then I will help you into the jeep.”
“You drive a jeep?” Julie asked loudly as she clapped her hands together as if she entertained a child. After letting Pancake jump into the back of the car he helped her while her eyes beamed with excitement.
“Yeah, what did you think?”
“Well I thought it would be one of these rich cars, after all you’re a CEO.”
Phillip chuckled as he took her hand softly into his. Opening the passenger door for her as he slowly lead her, letting her know that she should take a step without taking the work from her.
“Thanks,” she whispered as she settled into the slightly too big seat before she reached her hand back to find the seatbelt. Phillip wanted to help her but stopped himself when an excited sound left her after finding it. “Found it, you can now go to your seat Phillip.” He smiled softly as he watched her trying to find the buckle.
He closed the door softly and walked around the front of the car, he seemed more at ease than previously. The weight of the vest which he was not wearing long forgotten, the gun he did not have at his side not needed to be used and the knife which he had hidden not being found. When he opened the door and sat in his seat where he had first thought about his dilemma, he put on his seatbelt and wrapped his fingers around the leather wheel while turning his head to look at the house again. View now occupied by the blind woman sitting at his side while still trying to find the buckle.
A soft chuckle left him as he tilted his head while watching her. Her hands trying to feel for it before he took her hand and lead it to the place it had to go without pushing her to be faster. Julie smiled softly before sticking the end into the construct.
“Thank you, Phillip. Usually I am better at this, just a new enviourment.”
“Don’ worry ‘bout it Doll, it’s no issue for me.”
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