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this with makarov 🥹
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F!Reader, fluff, established!relationship, romance
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A/N: this will be short…sorry
Vladimir has been away for months, hiding in different parts of the world all to keep you away from his dangerous life. And then, one evening he comes home. You were out running errands, so, he decided that he should shower and be ready for when you get home. The walls of the home, all filled with rich memories of you two, adorned with photos of moments that have all been well to remembered. His fingers touch the last painting in the hall.
It was the first of many pictures he prompted to take, you were a dream and it must be engraved in a photo. Vladimir smiles, faint laughs and nervous giggles all replay in his foggy mind. Your love was straight from a romance novel, the emotions, the way he felt like all love novels were written for you and because of you. If only you knew that you saved him from destruction, not of the tainted world but the destruction of himself. The way your hands wrapped around his, how his and your legs would be intertwined and mixed in the bedsheets, how your body fits his perfectly.
Damn the world for giving him someone to make him want to live to see the next day. Damn you for loving him and being so understanding and caring. Why must you appear in his life out of nowhere? Why must Shakespeare write you in poems and why must life bring you to him? Couldn't you be any less perfect? Couldn't you be more kind to his cold heart? Why must you make him feel anything other than hate, revenge and evil?
The door opens, keys thrown on the coffee table and as soon as he hears you, he rushes to the shared bedroom. Sitting by the edge is where you found him, smile at him as he finally saw you once more. "Ah, if it isn't my love." With excitement, you rush to his arms, wrapping your legs around him as he holds you close. Your lips meet his cheek, kissing it repeatedly and he closes his eyes, smile on him the whole time.
This moment, why can't he frame this?
His hold on you, fuck that hold was it heaven on earth. Rough hand holding the back of your neck as he nuzzles his face on your cheek. "My love, I missed you dearest," his voice soft. It had seemed long since he felt this way. "I love you," you whisper as you cup his face and continue to kiss it. All over, your kisses spread like fire and it warms him. "I love you best," he whispers back and kisses you tenderly.
