Devotion| Makarov x Reader

Vlad

He carefully places it in front of you, and your eyes lock onto the image—a snapshot of a family that should be familiar to you. You look about 17 or 18 in this picture. You guys were outside; it was snowing. In the photograph, you see your mother smiling, her eyes filled with warmth and love as she holds you close. You see Vlad standing next to a tall man, whom you assume is his father. Vlad wasn't looking towards the camera lens. He was looking at you, a small smile gracing his face.

Your eyes continue, and you see Nolan with his arm around his mother; they look like they had been caught in the middle of a laugh. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you try to grasp the significance of the image. Your heart aches with longing—a deep yearning to remember the people who are clearly so important to you. Vlad's voice is gentle and filled with understanding as he speaks softly, telling you the names of your parents. You find yourself stealing glances at him, his features etched with kindness and patience.

Your eyes then drift to him, and he sits there, looking at you with a mix of longing and joy, his eyes reflecting the love that still burns deeply within him. You held his gaze the entire time, looking into his dark eyes. Deep down, an inexplicable yearning stirs within you—a desire to bridge the gap between the past and the present. It's a want that you can't quite explain, a primal instinct that beckons you to connect with this man who means so much to you.

As you wrestle with these conflicting emotions, you find yourself drawn closer to him, your heart beating in time with his. The desire to kiss him lingers in the air, a silent declaration of love that remains unspoken but ever-present. A part of you longs to lean in, to close the distance between you, but you hesitate, the uncertainty gripping your heart. You don't understand this inexplicable desire, and it scares you. You're torn between the familiarity of being in his presence and the enigma of this man beside you.

He glances down at your lips and back up again. You saw the gears turn in his head, contemplating whether he should kiss you or not, so you decided to close the space. As your lips meet his in a tender, unexpected kiss, a jolt courses through your entire being. It's as if the universe aligns in that singular moment, and you feel a surge of emotions welling up from deep within. The taste of his lips, the warmth of his breath against your skin—it's all so familiar yet utterly foreign. The sensation is electrifying, a mixture of longing, familiarity, and an unexplainable connection. It's more than just a kiss; it felt like the floodgates of your mind had burst open. In an instant, it's as if time unravels backward. The amnesia that had shrouded your mind for so long begins to dissipate. Your heart races as fragments of your past come rushing back.

Memories of the years spent with him. You remember the first time you met him and the way your hearts intertwined. You recall the countless moments you spent together, the laughter, the tears, and the shared dreams that had woven your lives together. They all cascade into your consciousness like a vivid, emotional movie reel. But it doesn't stop there. As the memories of your time together surge forth, the faces of your family, their voices, and the warmth of their embrace envelop you once more. You remember the little things, the everyday moments that make up a life, and the immense love that bound you all together.

Tears fill your eyes as you pull away from the kiss, your breath trembling, and you find yourself gazing into his eyes, eyes that have always held a special place in your heart. It's an overwhelming deluge of emotions, a kaleidoscope of moments that had been hidden away for so long. It's overwhelming; both the years spent with him and the years with your family mix with the life you shared in the 141. It's as if a veil has been lifted, and you can finally see the complete picture of your life. You realize that you've found what was lost, and it's not just your memories; it's the person you once were, the person who loved him and loved her family.

Tears stream down your face; you can see the look on his face. He knows what just happened, but he's stunned beyond words, fearing he may be wrong. You reach your hand up and cup his cheek.

"Vlad." He lets out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding in. He nearly tackles you to the ground as he embraces you in a hug. You sob into his arms, tears silently streaming down his face. Your head was pounding; you're memories were mixing a life you once lived with a life you were unfamiliar with. It feels like you have been asleep for the last 7 years, and now you finally woke up with memories of someone who was controlling your body. Your two worlds were now mixing, and it only left you scared and confused.

In this moment, you are only grateful that you are in Vlad's arms again. His hand is intertwined in your hair as he holds you. You lean away, taking his face in your hands. You take in every detail. The contours of his face, the curve of his smile. His eyes used to be so youthful; they look hard around the edges, and he has small creases near them. The last time you saw him, he didn't have stubble.

"The last time I saw you was when we were both 18. You look so old now, my love." He laughs a bit, tears still in his eyes. He pushes a loose strain of hair behind your ear.

"I missed you so much, Y/n."

"I know; I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. I'm so sorry; I can't imagine how you felt all these years. Then seeing me again, not knowing who you were. I'm so sorry, Vlad. I couldn't keep my promise. I had forgotten about you." He shakes his head.

"No Y/n I'm sorry for failing you. I should have known; I should have looked for you. I'm so sorry. You give him a small smile; he hadn't changed; he is still so hard on himself.

"There was no way you could have known. It's okay, Vlad; I'm here now." You gently wipe the tears from his eyes. You lean in and press a gentle kiss on his lips. You hear the door open and watch as Nolan walks in. The blood was gone, and he had a bandage on his shoulder. You momentarily freeze, but in a split second, you're up and running towards him, embracing him in a hug. You step back, taking his face in your hands; he flinches as you grab his shoulder too tight. You examine his features, his blue eyes, and his brown hair.

"Nolan." He dropped the bottles of water that were in his hand the way you said his name. It didn't sound like someone you had just met; it carried weight this time. He knew. He wrapped his arms around you. As you close your eyes, the world around you fades into the background, and a vivid reel of memories begins to play within the theater of your mind. The room you're in vanishes, replaced by familiar scenes from your past.

You see a snow-filled backyard, where you and a young boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes are chasing each other laughing. That boy, with unruly hair and a contagious smile, and Vlad inside the house grabbing the hot cocoa your mother had made for you guys. The memories cascade like a waterfall, one after the other. The image shifts to a rainy day, where the two of you huddle under a shared umbrella, waiting for Vlad to come out of the house. The patter of raindrops provides a soothing soundtrack to your laughter. 

You remember how he'd always cheer you up with his jokes, not because they were funny but because they were god-awful. Then, there are the countless times you'd sit side by side on the grass, gazing at the stars and talking about how much you loved Makarov. Nolan was the one who encouraged you to tell Vlad how you felt about him, his unwavering support and friendship were always a steady anchor in your life. You open your eyes and see the tears in his eyes, and you laugh.

"You asshole, why are you laughing at me?" You burst out laughing. You feel Vlad's hand on the small of your back. You turn to him and smile as he looks at the both of you with a content smile on his face. "You guys aged very poorly," you mutter under your breath, Vlad laughs as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Asshole." Nolan laughs as he picks up the water he dropped.

A/n: Had to get two chapters out in one night. REPAYING YALL FOR TAKING SO LONG YO UPDATE THIS.