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You sighed as you entered your home, throwing your belongings on the table by the door. Work was long and draining, being a reporter was fun and all, but man did your boss have a stick up his ass. If this wasn’t a convenient career path for you to keep your writing skills sharp, you swear you would have quit ages ago.
Walking into your living room, you are greeted by the familiar sight of your empty apartment. You frown, positive that a certain someone had said he would be waiting for you when you got back today. V was punctual even under the most extreme conditions, but maybe something held him up this time.
Shrugging, you head into the kitchen to begin working on pulling something together for dinner. Opening the fridge, you wrinkle your nose. Definitely need to make a grocery run tomorrow.
“I think spaghetti would be agreeable for this evening,” a low voice spoke from behind you, directly over your shoulder, causing you to jump in surprise.
“Fuck V! You scared me! When did you get here?!”
Turning to face the man who apparently had been here for god knows how long, he cocked his head at you and your question with his stupid beautiful face and stupid beautiful hair and stupid beautiful voice and-
“Love? Did you hear me?” You snap back in to focus. Holy shit that’s embarrassing. Quick, gotta turn this around and make him flustered.
“Of course I did! In fact I know what you were saying better than you do!” That earned you one of his rare (well not to you at least) smiles, as he looks at you with humor in his eyes.
“Oh? And what did I say then?” Fuck. Fuck you fucked up.
“Uhhh obviously that you’ve actually been stalking me alllll day because you think I’m actually secretly a serial killer.” Sure that’ll work. Or at least distract him from your blunder.
“Oh did I now? And here I thought I was following you around today simply because you are my partner and I cannot stand to be without you for more than a moment,” said V. He’s really such a cutie. “But alas, if you are truly a deplorable killer who has evaded my sight for so long, I have no choice but to take you into custody and interrogate you myself.” Wait oh no.
With that he wrapped you in his arms and lifted you, seriously how strong is this dude, and carried you into the living room, shutting the refrigerator door that had begun beeping as he went.
You had expected him to toss you onto the couch, and planned to you the opportunity to escape, but it seems he has a better grasp on how you operate than you expected. Instead he keeps hold of you while sitting down himself, placing you partially on the cushion next to him, partially on his lap. He smirked at you, knowing you were caught in his well placed trap.
After giving him another indignant look, you decide to cut your losses and sigh, leaning against your boyfriend as his arms tighten slightly to accommodate your now closer proximity. You lean your head on his shoulder and look up at him, at the blush dusting his cheeks, at the slight curve of his lips, at the utter devotion for you in his eyes. He really is far too pretty for his own good.
“Sometimes I wonder what wacky things run through that gorgeous head of yours,” V says in his dulcet tones.
“Yeah?” You ask, a plan forming in your mind. “I could always tell you, ya know. If you’re so curious.”
“Please enlighten me then. I cannot wait to hear this.” Game on.
“Well I was thinking about work mostly. I wrote up a story today about the politician who died earlier this week, you know the one. Against women’s rights, big donor to anti-LGBTQ movements and corporations, seemed to love spreading hateful rhetoric wherever he went, all that jazz. And as I was looking into it, I couldn’t help but notice that his time of death perfectly coincided with the one time this week you had your location turned off on your phone. Now, who am I, a lowly reporter, to assume that my very own lover, is secretly some, I don’t know, criminal hunter, some sort of vigilante. It truly baffles me,” you finish your spiel and look up at him, doing your best to look innocent and batting your eyelashes. He sighs at your antics, gottem.
“Yes my love, I killed him. You know I killed him, I told you I was on my way to do so when I left your residence that day. I distinctly remember saying the words “I am going to go kill someone who deserves it, expect me back once the body has been dealt with”,” you gasp at his admission.
“No! V! My own lover! How, how could you do such a thing!” He removes one of the arms holding you to pinch the bridge of his nose. Even though he finds himself in the trenches of love with you, you can be so very infuriating.
You take the chance you’ve been waiting for and spring forth from his lap, giggling as you do. He looks at you, mouth agape, before also standing as well to begin trying to pursue you. You laugh openly at the flustered look on his face, feint going around one side of the couch before running towards the bedroom. Although momentarily tricked by your maneuver, really he is so simple, he follows you into the bedroom before tackling you onto the bed.
You laugh, arms going up to snake around his torso and hold him close to you.
“Really, you are far too… slippery,” he says looking down at you with a fake look of disapproval.
You laugh, squeezing him tighter, “You say that like you don’t love every part of me.”
He sighs and shakes his head, “It does seem like unfortunately I do,” a smile graces his features once more, a soft expression filled with his feelings and emotions.
You smile back, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek, “Don’t worry, even when I manage to slip away, I’ll always find a way to slip right back into my space in your arms.”
“Good. I would hate to have to use more intense restraining methods to keep you with me,” he mused.
Your eyes light up. “Oh? I didn’t know that was an option. Maybe I should try running away for real so I can see how good a captor you are.”
He sighs, leaning down and touching his forehead to yours “Please do not my love. It brings me no joy to even think about treating you unkindly.”
You rub your hands up and down his back in a reassuring way. He truly does care about you, and makes every effort to accommodate your wishes and whims. Maybe you should be nicer to him, but then again he is oh so fun to tease.
Once he lets his guard down again, it takes quite some time and back rubs this go round, you make your next move. Leveraging all your weight, you flip the both of you over so that you are sitting on his chest, pinning him to the bed.
He exhales from the sudden movements, but doesn’t seem presently like he cares to rearrange the two of you, you are still close enough, plus looking up at you is certainly not a bad view to have. He rests his arms on your legs which are placed on either side of his torso and looks up at you expectantly.
“V, how much do you love me?” The question falls off your tongue easily, but his response comes even easier.
“More than words can truly say and actions can truly prove my dear,” he really is too perfect for his own good. “And how much do you love me?” Came the expected retort.
“More than Ronin loves his crowbar,” V crinkles his nose at that. Cute. If you were closer you’d kiss his nose right now. Maybe you should bend over and try… but before you get the chance, V responds.
“Must you bring up him of all people right now?” He had a point. Ronin was certainly a character in your lives, and although V’s feelings towards his life and death had improved, it didn’t mean he wanted to hear about the man at this moment.
You give a shrug, “You know we do sort of owe him. We wouldn’t have met without him after all. Not that we should ever tell him that, his ego would get even bigger than it already is.”
“That is… true. It would have been… regrettable for you to have not joined the server. I would say that I would have missed you, but in truth I wouldn’t have really known what it was I was missing out on. That I was missing out on the experience of you.”
You smile at him, and do finally lean down to give him that nose kiss, but of course as you do he ruins the moment by flipping you over again, this time onto your side facing him.
As you flop down, you finally decide to give it up for the night. “Alright, truce.”
He cocks an eyebrow, “You don’t actually expect me to buy that, do you?”
“I would like you to, but considering I told you that I wasn’t a serial killer during our second conversation and you didn’t believe me, I’m not counting on it,” you smirk. “In all seriousness though I am done. Work was rough today, no idea what crawled up Greg’s ass and died, but he was on something today.”
V gave you a sympathetic look and patted your head lightly. “I’ve told you I can deal with him if you wish.”
“And I’ve told you that he doesn’t deserve your attention like that. He may be an asshole boss but that’s not enough to be deserving of your righteous killing.”
V hummed, “Understood, but let me know when you change your mind.”
You smile back at him, “Of course I will, who else would I rely on if not my dashing vigilante boyfriend to save me from the evil clutches of capitalism,” you giggle. “It is fine though, I’m just holding out till my book makes it big, then I will calmly and proudly tell him to fuck off with my own mouth.”
“Of course my love, that day will be here before we know it.” That wasn’t just lip service. Your book had been doing exceptionally well. The first printing sold and sold fast, and the second went almost as quickly. You had decided to wait until you had at least two hits under your belt before quitting your day job however, it never hurt to be cautious.
“Speaking of, you need to tell me how it went down with that politician. I obviously can’t use it for the book I’m working on now, that would be suspicious and could get me sued, but I can probably get away with sneaking it into the third, so give me all the gory details,” you look at him with eyes filled with anticipation, but of course your stupid stomach decides to ruin the moment by very loudly reminding you both that dinner has still not occurred.
V chuckles, and disentangles himself from you to stand, “I shall tell you while I fix our meal. You did not answer earlier, is spaghetti agreeable?”
Smiling at your lovely vigilante, you nod as you climb to your feet and take his hand to head into the kitchen, content with the bliss you found in a serial killer server.