Devotion| Makarov x Reader

An hour had passed, and you slowly regain consciousness. You blink, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. Your gaze shifts to the man lying beside you, his peaceful expression softened by sleep. You should know who he is, shouldn't you? His features, his presence, they stir something deep within you, a feeling of connection, but it's shrouded in a fog of uncertainty. You know the man lying next to you is Makarov, but this feeling goes beyond that. You should be scared, being so close to a man like him, but you're not. All you feel is a sense of belonging being next to him.

You trace the curve of his jaw with your free hand, brushing over the way his lips rest. His hand is interlinked with yours, resting in the space between you. You glance at the ring on your hand and then at his. You finally connect the dots as you remember the engravings in your ring. V.M They belong to him. You shift slightly, the movement drawing his attention. His eyes flutter open, and as they meet yours, you see a mixture of hope and uncertainty flicker across his gaze.

"Y/n," When he speaks your name, his voice carries a depth of emotion that you should understand, that you should reciprocate. His fingers brush against your cheek, a tender gesture that should be familiar.

As he searches your eyes, you wish you could give him the answers he's seeking, wish you could bridge the gap between the woman you are now and the woman you once were. You want to remember. You want to feel that connection, that shared history. You want to look into his eyes and know who is looking back at you. Your eyes begin to fill with tears at your frustration.

As his eyes lock with yours, he could see a whirlwind of emotions in yours. vulnerability, hope, and an apology that seems to stretch across the years. He wanted to ask a million questions, to demand explanations, but words had eluded him. Instead, he found himself shifting closer. He noticed the way your eyes had began to water.

"You don't remember me." Slowly, you shake your head.

"Then why aren't you afraid of me?" You slowly sat up, and he did the same. You looked into his eyes as tears began to fall. He reached his hand up and slowly began to wipe the tears from your face. He had cupped your cheek with one hand, and you leaned into his touch, resting your hand against his.

"I know who you are and everything you have done. I know you have done terrible things and have killed thousands of innocent people. You are my enemy, but deep down, I know I could never hurt you. Being here with you and being close to you like this feels right. It feels like I have finally come home, but when I look at you, I don't remember you. My mind doesn't remember, but I can feel deep down that I belong here with you." You continue to cry as your frustration gets the better of you. You wish you could remember, and you would do anything to get your memories back.

"I'm not your enemy. I would never do anything to hurt you, my love. I know this all seems very confusing for you and I cant even begin to imagine what you are feeling right now. I'm sorry for failing you, I should have looked for you that night. I should have known that you weren't in the house when it exploded. Maybe things would have been different for you. I'm sorry" You reach your hand up and cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

"Its not your fault. When I woke up in the hospital, the nurse told me a gas leak had caused the explosion. There was no way you could have known." You saw the way his expression had changed when you mentioned the gas leak. His hand moved from your face down to your hands. He was about to tell you the truth but decided to hold off on it for now.

He ran his fingers over the bracelet Nolan gave you, and he smiled, recalling the moment you got it. "Nolan gave you this bracelet." Your eyes grew wide at the information. "He gave it to you on your 18th birthday; he has a matching one." Your eyes drop to the black and red bracelet. "Was Nolan my friend?"