#Madeleine x Safin

[hauntedheroines]

Dark Ships from 2022

A good year. Not so much in quantity, but quality.

Midnight Mass (Mildred x John/Father Paul)

Significant Other (Ruth x Scout)

Stranger Things (Eleven x One/Vecna)

No Time To Die (Madeleine x Safin)

Mr. Robot (Angela x Phillip) - I pretend season 3 and forward does not exist

Mr. Robot (Elliot x Tyrell)

A Long Fatal Love Chase (Rosamund x Tempest)

Fresh (Noa x Steve)

The Invitation (Evie x Walter)

Matrix Ressurections (Neo x Agent Smith)

The Cheat 1915 (Edit x Hishuru)

Avengers (Gamora x Thanos) Not canon

[diaryofanobsessivefangirl]

You should watch James Bond No Time To Die there is a nice villainous crush storyline in it

Oh, I've seen No Time To Die

You can find their tag here and here

[safinsscars]

[dorminchu]

WIP Wednesday: Insult to Injury, Chapter X

"In Montenegro, there was a gunman." 007's eyes flickered to her lithe wrist, the bottle of Schnapps. "Lucifer Safin."

Madeleine's weight wavered from one naked foot to the other. A flicker of recognition, or perhaps resignation coloured her voice. "I didn't realise you'd met."

"How long has he been working with your father?"

"He never worked for my family." She set the bottle by the foot of the bed and sat on the edge. "Not directly."

"He's important to you?"

Madeleine chuckled. "It's not what you think." She turned her head, but she was looking at the curtains. The late afternoon sun struck her eyes, closer to grey than blue. "When I was a child, he came to our house and killed my mother." She didn't bother to fix the wilting strap of her negligee. "That's how we know each other."

007 blinked. "That's not something you'd forget."

She reclined on her side, eyes glazed in the soft light. "He was only a gun-for-hire. By sparing me, he believes he can repent."

"Do you believe it?"

"His exoneration isn't as important as his devotion. He desires me, as much as my forgiveness. I'm no threat to him." Her head tilted towards him. "What's another compromise in the face of my survival?"

007 said nothing. If he had been closer to Safin's age, he might have been tempted into this trap of empathy and sexual attraction. Madeleine Swann wasn't just fishing for an emotional connection for her ego.

“You're fielding for vulnerabilities. It’s not a game you want to lose,” he said.

"He's easy to control. Isn't that what you do, with women?"

007 felt a tingle up his spine. He didn't dismiss it, or acknowledge it overtly. "That's part of the job. There's not much ceremony."

"Yes. But it's flattering, to be wanted," she said, with a strange and humourless smile. "Even if it's an act."

007 said nothing. His mind wandered to a simpler time. The image of another woman and her lover, displaced. Once the sentiment wore off, Madeleine would be just another mark.

She flopped back with a huff, and grumbled, "I should've shot him in the head. Everything would be less confusing."

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Unexpected Meeting Prompt (between James and the reader)

!TW: Anxiety, mention of sex/use of word ‘sex’, mention of cheating/word ‘cheated’!

When Safin felt comfortable enough to, he let you go out to the café again, though it appeared difficult and painful for him to because he was worried about you, and when you both weren’t together, he couldn’t be sure if you were in danger, or not. You sat at the table in the corner with the latte you’d ordered in a paper cup, curling the fingers of your left hand around the zarf, whilst awkwardly looking down at your phone which was in your right hand. You smiled when you came across a picture of Sylvia and Emily together, not noticing someone approaching you until they spoke. “It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled like that, and you never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.” You would be startled by the sound of James’ voice, almost dropping your phone, but you managed to catch it before it could hit the table. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” James apologised, and you shook your head gravely, a pained expression on your face. “Do you want me to stay in here with you, or - would you rather walk and talk?” James inquired, and you looked around, feeling as if it were too crowded all of a sudden within the café.

“Walk and talk,” you answered, before you stood up, following him out of the café.

James smiled over at you, and you awkwardly smiled back. “Your new partner must make you very happy, because it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you smile like you did in there,” James mused, and you nodded, trying not to grimace; you’d been miserable after what James had done to you, and remembered not even wanting to go out anywhere after it had happened.

“He does,” you mused, and James replied ‘good’ in a glad tone; he was happy to hear that you were happy after what had happened. You scoffed, and James looked over at you. “To think we thought the sex would be enough to keep us in love after-..” You murmured, a hurt look on your face.

James frowned, looking away; he wished he’d treated you better when you both were together before. “It was all my fault, wasn’t it?” James guessed, and you nodded, warily glancing over at him. James turned to face you, and you reluctantly stopped walking. “I - I’m sorry, Y/n-”

“I’m so tired of thinking about everything about us,” you expressed, and James nodded, before he rubbed the back of his neck, “and about how you thought we were still in love after you cheated on me, and how you believed us forcing it would make us fall back in love - I’m so tired of it. I was so - relieved, when you told me you didn’t love me anymore-”

James winced, looking away from you. “W-Well.. Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me, Y/n, and I needed to protect you from me-”

“You lied?” You interrupted, and James nodded. “I thought you said you didn’t love me anymore because you were in love with Madeleine,” you admitted, but James shook his head. You reminded yourself of Safin, and how you should probably start making your way back home, before he went out looking for you. “I - I should go-”

“Wait!” James exclaimed, and you looked back at him. “I-.. I’m sorry, Y/n, for what I did. Really, I am,” he stated, and you nodded, managing a weak smile back at him.

“I know you are,” you reassured him, “I’ll see you around.” You then proceeded to walk back toward your house, trying not to think too much of the encounter.

𖧷☭𖤍

You had been very distracted lately after your encounter with James at the café, and Safin was worried about you; he hadn’t seen you acting like this before. “Quit trying to fix me when you need to fix yourself!” You snapped, and Safin faltered, a pained expression on his face. You felt guilty when you noticed the look on his face, and intertwined your fingers with his. “I - I’m sorry, Safin, I’ve just-.. I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry,” you expressed, before you wrapped your arms around him. “I love you,” you whispered, and Safin returned the hug, smiling weakly.

“I love you, too, kitten,” Safin responded, “if you ever want to talk about anything-”

“I’m fine,” you assured, and Safin tried to believe you, but he struggled. “Don’t worry about me,” you added, and Safin nodded gravely, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from worrying about you.

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

[thefudge]

I am LITERALLY begging you to write fic for safin x madeleine in no time to die. their chemistry is *chef's kiss* ( plus rami malek playing a villain is hot af)

i'm so behind on bond movies, but i was gonna watch that one for rami! ohhh, a villain/compromised heroine dynamic, u say?

[diaryofanobsessivefangirl]

I saw No Time To Die and there was a hint of a villain x heroine, Safin and Madeleine. I don't want to spoil anything really, but he does admit to having feelings for her and believes that the two old them are bound together after a certain event.

I... did not expect to ship it so much.

They had few scenes but their dialogue is so on point? And Safin microexpressions when he says things like "Madeleine stays" and I was *not* expecting him to straightforward say he was in love (how hot is the fact that he met her as little girl and never forgot her?) I don't know how to explain it. I just had zero expectations because I was never a fan of the Bond's franchise and yet it surprised me with it's emotional depth.

Thank you so much for your recommendation, Anon. All it's missing now is more gifs for these two <3

[safinsscars]

Link to the mature story

I’ve fallen into the Lyutsifer safin x madeleine or what i like to call safinmadeline hell hole after No time to die and the limited fics of them is extremely sad, But this one is so iconic and amazing, been some time since i had a good read. So i made a poster cover of it for fun <333

The Lotus eaters by @hotelsongs on a03

[neverendingstories00]

Past The Point Of No Return (Ch.9/FINALE)

Pairing: Safin x F!Reader

Summary: You attempt to adjust back to your mundane lifestyle, but Safin still haunts you. Safin makes sure to let the world know that you are his and only his.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: N/A

A/N: GUYS!! It's the final chappie...😖 Dw, there's an epilogue that is going to come very shortly. I know this has been short, but it's been a really fun ride. I promise to write more fics in the future. I might take a small break since school and that I've been writing non-stop for the past week and posting the chappies at like 3am. Anwyays, I stayed up until 2am to finish this for you guys. Your support and comments literally make my day so thank you once again! Hope you guys enjoy this ❣️❣️

MASTERLIST

Three months on that dreaded island, and the world hadn’t changed. M16 was still running, the protests still occurred, and you (surprisingly) were still alive. You returned to your old apartment and saw the desk where you had meet Safin, imaging the knife that was uncomfortable close to your neck. The way he had sniffed your hair and his nickname, clever girl, rolled off of his tongue. In your apartment, you always thought Safin was going to be waiting for you at every corner.

All of your family and friends were overjoyed seeing your alive. Your poor mother and sister sobbed as they held you close and gave a thousand thanks to M16. In those months you were gone, everybody was sure that you had died or were killed in a horrible manner. Your mother didn’t even want to know what you had gone through. Her arms were wrapped tightly around your body as her tears stained your shoulder,

“Just stay with me. Please.” Her broken voiced cracked. “I can’t lose you again, y/n.”

That had marked the first time you ever cried in front of your coworkers. You knew it was unprofessional, but after months of captivity, you were even more damaged then you were before. Being inside of your own body and clothes made you painfully uncomfortable. You constantly took showers and changed your clothes because everything reminded you of Safin. No longer could you wear in a braid since you lay on Safin’s chest and he’d unravel the braid, running his fingers as you two walked. All of the dresses in your closet you threw out, just looking at them made you think of the night after that dinner where Safin requested a kiss.

Even if it wasn’t there, he haunted you every second.

Safin had been locked away in M16’s underground emergency headquarters. Nomi reported that he was under constant surveillance. He was polite to most of the guards, requesting a copy of a Brave New World. It was absolutely bizarre, but they gave it to him. They tried to force information of out him, but he wouldn’t budge. No reason why he kidnapped you, wanted control over post-soviet countries, or any of the sadistic actions he had done. Upon seeing Bond, M, or any agent, he would ridicule and tear them down. It turned out the woman he had previously loved was Madeleine. He had attempted to create a clone with his and Madeliene’s blood but failed. Nobody had a single idea of what he was capable of. Not even you knew what Safin held. But all M16 knew was that he was a classified global threat that was taken down by his own prisoner. His downfall had begun after his capture. The protests had been contained by goverments and other international spy agencies. M had promised that he would never ever step within a mile of your location.

It all seemed too normal to be true.

The month following your return, you decided to get back into the line of action two weeks after your arrival. Your mother had voted against it, but you needed it more than anything. Anything to get Safin out your mind. Your first day in office was full of questions from all of your co-workers.

“What did he do to you?”

“What was Safin’s lair like?”

‘What was under the mask?”

You could never respond with the truth. The nights were he had fucked you with his tongue down your throat; your neck decorated in red marks. How he had married the two of you and took you on expensive shopping trips. The only people who knew of the truth were Nomi, Bond, and M. That was all. It all seemed like a drug trip gone wrong. After your first week back, the questions had gone down. Moneypenny would come to your desk with a report, a smile on her clear skin. “Welcome back, C”. It made you smile, taking the report and typing away. Being back to your mundane life was going to get taking use to it. No longer would you have nights of true pleasure in your life ever again. But it was for the better. You were utterly damaged beyond belief, but hid in deep in your body. Your broken, crippled soul.

Q had been one of your closest acquaintances in M16. Upon first meeting him, a rivalry was sparked between you two. Q had been deemed the smartest person in M16. With you, a stubborn and young recruit, he shook in his shoes. You thought he hated you at first, but he stated that he considered you a “boon companion”. The man spoke with such large words. You told him to simply call you a “friend”, and that is where your friendship that slowly began to grow.  

You knew you weren’t suppose to tell him, but you did. Every single bit of it. He would come over to your apartment every night with Chinese Food, listening with his Miso Soup as you explained your experience on the island. Q wasn’t one for gossip and you trusted him with all of the information you had told him. Not only was he a colleague, but a confidant.

The ring was minimanlistic gold band with thin, dainty diamonds. It was easy to miss. Q looked at your hand, examining the ring.

“You’re married to him?”

You nodded in response. “I am. He had a whole ceremony, and a priest held at gunpoint. I’ve taken the ring off…”

“Regardless, your still...married to him.” Q had seen some bizarre events over the years, but this was truly baffling. One of his friends was forcefully married to the world’s most feared anarchist.

“Do you think I wanted to be? I can’t forget about him. He’s still there..”

“In solitary confinement. He’s being guarded twenty-four seven. Safin isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.” Q attempted to console. He was horrible with emotions. “I checked every database I could and tried to find any ties connected to him, but nothing came up. If they do, I’ll make sure to alert you of them.”

Holding the ring in your fingers, you spun it around. A sigh escaped your mouth. “Q, I...can’t. He..we..”

“He took advantage of you. All of the threats he had made were meant to scare you. I know you tried to fight back. Everything you had gone through...I apologize.” Q said, a hint of guilt in his voice. “Day and night, I tracked for your location. We thought Spectre had taken you. Safin had made sure there was no trace of you. Months prior, he had been planning this. He was obsessed with you. Only If I had kn-”

“I’m here now. I’m not leaving.” You confirmed, trying to sound confident. Safin couldn’t hurt you anymore. He was locked away, never to be shown to the world again. “Thanks to your and your little trick, I got out.”

“A prisoner bringing down her captor. That is quite impressive, C.”

“And I’ll do it again.” You promised. Q nodded in response, a sly smile on your face. He grabbed his Sake and the two of your cheered, drinking your sorrows away. Q wasn’t one for words. Whenever he grabbed his Sake, it was a silent reminder that your secrets were safe with him. Always.

-----

It all started with your period. Even before meeting Safin, your period was becoming spottier and came at late dates. You shrugged it out and thought nothing of it. But after your arrival home, not only did your mental health decline but so did your pyshical wellbeing. It all started with your frequent mood swings at work and home, causing sleepless nights. Your doctor prescribed you with bipolar medication, but it never worked. All it did was make you more paranoid and sensitive.

Your period came late. It was spotty and faint, and had disappeared two days later. Your heart beat was increasing, you breasts became larger as they ached, and you felt nauseous without getting sick. Those had been the major symptoms.

It wasn’t until you had fainted infront during a presentation that Q had decided it was best for you to go to a doctor. He had noticed the bags under your eyes, fatigue, and slight change in weight.

Inside of the doctor’s office, you looked down, rapidly tapping your foot. What the hell was happening to you? Were you truly going insane. Everything hurt so much.

Q placed his hand on your thigh, making the shaking stop. Looking over at him, your face was full of worry.

“He’ll put you on stronger medication, C. Your going to be fine.”

As you wanted to respond, the doctor opened the door and shut it behind him, looking at the papers as he tilted his glasses down.

Sitting up, you look at him, eager for an answear.  Your expectations were low for anything major. “What is the issue, docter?”

Sorting out his papers, he answered, “From your test, it appears that your...pregnant.”

The shaking stopped. Your breathing become lower as everything became blurry and muffled. Everything was numb. This was the last thing that you needed. It had to be a false test. There was no way you could be holding his child. It wasn’t possible.

“No...No…” You managed to mutter. Q looked over at you, pity in his eyes. “Please, I can’t do this,”

The doctor looked down at you, understanding your distress. He knew about who the father could potentially be.

“I’m sorry, I am..” He gulped as he shook his head. It didn’t seem like what he was going to tell you was good news.

“Your five months pregnant, y/n. It’s too late for an abortion.”

Everything dropped around you. Looking at your stomach, you felt disguetd with yourself. Inside your stomach, you were carrying his child. Safin’s offspring. Inside of your stomach was a growing monster.

The doctor interrupted, trying to make the best out of a positive situation. He said that you could give the child up to adoption and that he knew plenty of parents that wanted a child. All you did was want to leave the godawful place. A few short minutes later you had left with Q. Q barely spoke a word, seeing the disallief on your face.

Getting into Q’s Landrover, you close the door, looking straight foward.

“Q?” You muttered, turning to him.

He looked back at you, awaiting for your response.”Yes?”

“Is the office still open?”

Q furrowed an eyebrow, perplexed. “Why do you want to go at such a late hour?”

You looked at your stomach before looking back at Q.

“I have unfinished business I need to attend to.”

-----

Q had begged for you to reconsider, but you ignored him. You were furious, hurt, and upset. Not only at yourself, but Safin. He would always whisper in your ear that you were “past the point of no return”. After months of speculation, you finally knew why. Even if he was imprisoned, Safin had to mark you to let the world know that you were his and only his. It was all some sick and twisted plan.

Walking down into the emergency room, you entered the room and saw him, locked away in a glass cell. Safin looked the same, except he wore an nude jumpsuit. It had been two months since you had last saw him. His last, cold whisper with heartbroken eyes as he was dragged away. A subtle smile appeared on his face as he put his book down.

“My dear y/n, you’ve finally come to visit.” He greeted. “I was beginning to miss you.”

“YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!” You screeched like a banshee. Attempting to bang on the glass cell doors, the guards help you back. “HOW DARE YOU!”

Safin raised one of his eyebrows, confused. He scalded y/n’s body, seeing the tired face and somewhat noticeable bump. She still looked like her beautiful self. But there was something rather off about her appearance. When on his island, y/n looked happier. Like she had been sleeping more, letting down his guard. But when she returned home, all of the happiness had evaporated from her body. Safin could’t hate the woman that betrayed him. After all, y/n was his wife.

“What you mean?” He queried. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Did’t you say you needed me?”

“Do you want this?” Safin panted, looking down at you. Seeing him on top of him, he’s truly a stunning man. His velvety voice was making you wet. Instead of sounding pissed off, he sounded calm and even caring.

“Shut up, please.” Your hand traveled to his cheek, gently patting it. “I-”

Two of his fingers enter your clitoris, causing you to bite your lip. It was a painful reaction at first, but then became pleasurable. You could no longer hide your pleasure and let out a small moan. “N-need it.”

“I never asked to be pregnant! Especially with this!”

Safin simply shook his head, perplexed to why you had been acting so angry about your pregnancy. You were going to become his wife, it was bound to happen. “I thought you would have learned sooner. I don’t see why you are so distressed, my love.”

“Don’t fucking my love me, Safin.” You snapped back as tears began to prick at your eyes. “You used all these threats against my work and family for me to obey your little commands. Face it, you took advantage of me.”

“Took advantage of? What are you speaking of, y/n?” Safin stood up from sitting and walked close to the glass to get a better look at you. “When I first saw you, I knew you were going to mine. My wife, my companion, my light, forever. That child inside of you is our creation. Can you imagine what he or she will do?”

“Your carrying one of the elites. I know this transformation is painful, but they will be beautiful and smart like there mother. They will carry on for me and you, build a new world. Just like we will do.” Safin calmly stated in his silkly accented voice. He seemed so confident and calm in his wording as if the situation had been totally normal. “If you try to give him up, I swear on my life that I will find the child and you again. SPECTRE will want that child more than anything else.”

“This child or SPECTRE will never know of your existence.” You maintained, trying not to go emotional. Safin could never his child for thousnads of reasons. The last thing you wanted was to have another Safin running around the world. “It will grow up fatherless. It cannot be exposed to such a monstrous man.”

The calm composure of Safin quickly changed. His expression became more scrunched as his hands clenched into fists. “He is my child too, y/n. We bleed the same blood. I demand to see him. It is only fair.”

Stepping back, you shaked your head. As long as you were alive, that child was going to be far away from Safin. “It’s only fair to the child that they grow up normal.”

“Normal?” Safin quietly muttered, before booming. “HE IS OUR CHILD, WOMAN? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN ME? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN MY WORK? THAT CHILD IS NOT A FOLLOWER, HE IS A LEADER! WHAT DO YOU NOT SEE?”

You jumped back, startled by this yelling. The guards had turned to him, pointing there guns. The last thing they needed was a riled Safin.

“I see everything. You are going to be locked in here, forever. Charged for your crimes agaisnt humanity, and Myself?” You explained as you looked at your stomach before meeting the eyes of your husband. “Will raise the child as my own. Be a mother and raise them to be the opposite of there father. We may be married, but I am not connected to you. I’m breaking all ties with you. You hurt me, manipulated me, used me. That’s not what love is. I have never, and will never love you, Safin. Goodbye.”

Safin looked heartbroken and betrayed, unable to respond to such a thing. For the first time in forever, he looked defeated. The anarchist was so happy to have you as his wife and an offspring to call his own, but his dreams had been crushed. His own wife didn’t love him and his child would never know who he is. Safin would never see the only person he truly loved ever again.

Spinning on your heel, you walked out of the room with Q behind you. Tears fell from your eyes as you stopped at and looked at the empty office with a hand on your face. Safin’s child was growing inside of you. You were far past the point of return now as you carried one of the most dangerous men in the world’s child. But it wasn’t just Safin’s child, it was your as well. You were going to be this child’s mother now, whether you liked it or not. If SPECTRE or anybody had found them, they would be killed on spot. You refused to let an innocent child go through such pain. Just because it had Safin’s blood didn’t mean it was a monster. Evil was not born, but made. It was your duty as a former solider and new mother to serve your country and family.

Your child may bleed Safin’s blood, but it will never become anything similar to his father under your eyes.

-----

THREE YEARS LATER

Louis was the best thing that had happened to you. When you first saw him, held him, you knew you loved him. The child would always cry and fuss in everybody else’s arms but yours. After your difficult birth, the nurses tried to comfort Louis but he simply wouldn’t stop crying. When the nurses had given him to you he had stopped crying and slept in your arms. Holding Louis, all of the pain and anxiety in the world had gone away. He was the light in your darkness.

Everybody who had met the child loved him. Your closest acquaintances at M16 such as Moneypenny and Q knew about Louis. Moneypenny always offered to babysit while Q would bring his cats to be Louis’s first friends. Bond and Nomi had given him the nickname “big man” and Madeleine, to your surprise, thought Louis was a sweetheart.

You’re first week as a mother wasn’t the most ideal. It was full of crying, confusion, and uncomfort. Whenever you looked at Louis, he reminded you of Safin. Everything about him made Safin upon your eyes. But you kept telling yourself that they were two separate people. Safin was locked away, never to see your child or you ever again. You were safe.

Three years had gone by fast. You were no longer a girl, but a woman. You still continued your job at M16 as usual; encrypting, decrytping, helping the double oh agents with there missions. Nothing had changed, except you were a mother.

Your work shifts had gotten shorter due to your commitment. Instead of working to four am, you were strictly prohibited (Moneypenny’s words) to only work to Nine. It didn’t seem ideal at first. But as the days had gone on, your highlight would come home to Louis, running to your legs and hugging them. It brought a true smile to your face. It was the first one you had felt that was genuine in years.

Unlocking the door and opening it, Louis had ran up to your legs, jumping up and down that you were home.

“Mama! Home!” He smiled. You picked him up as he kissed your face, and you responded back with kisses as well. Louis had a minor speech delay and could only piece together certain words. Everybody had found it adorable.

[Y/s/n] came up to you, crossing her arms. “Let mama walk in the door and breathe for five seconds, Lou.”

“It’s fine, [y/s/n]. He’s just excited.” You reassured. Placing Louis down, you rub his head as he runs back to building his lego. Needing a drink, [y/s/n] leads you to the kitchen to make you one drink to ease your nerves.”

“How was work?” She asked, grabbing the glasses as she worked her magic.

You shrugged in response, “Same old shit. Glad to be home though, I got two days off.”

“Really? I thought you never got work off.”

“Thought so too. My supervisor gave me the weekend off. He wanted me to relax.” You explained. [Y/s/n] handed you a drink and you too toasted before gulping them down.

“You can get a break from him, if you want.” You offered. It was your only time to spend with Louis alone. Your sister smiled at the idea.

She had a growing family and life of her own as well. “Really?”

“Yeah, I need some time with him. I just want him to know what I love him..”

“Y/n..” Your sister patted your shoulder. “He knows that. Remember when he was a baby and James tried to hold him, but he got kicked in the face? When’s he around you, he’s calm. He loves you more than anything in the world.”

“Your not even a mother, yet you’re so motherly.” You smirked.

She chuckled back in response. “He’s one of the [y/l/n]’s. It’s my duty to be his aunt.”

Louis ran into the kitchen, bored with his project. All he wanted to do was be with his mama. Running up your legs, Louis grabbed the pant and tugged on them. “Mama?”

“Yes, Lou?” You looked down, moving his unruly dark curls out of his beautiful bronze face. He had Safin’s beautiful bluish-green eyes that always shined. Although nothing like his father, Louis was the copy and paste of Safin.

“Storytime..please?” Louis begged with his puppy eyes.

“Of course..” You smiled. Louis ran off to his bedroom to wait patiently for his story.

Your sister looked and smiled at you. “He’s amazing..”

“I know. Everybody knows..”

-----

Louis hadn’t even gotten through the first few pages without falling asleep on your shoulder. As you read through Beauty And The Beast, his little snores stopped your sighing. Looking down at him, Louis was truly a beautiful little boy. He had dark curly brown hair, bronzed olive skin, big bluish-green eyes, and chubby cheeks. You had gotten used to the fact that Louis was identical to Safin. He shared his blood, but Louis and Safin were two different people. Safin was a broken and misunderstood Anarchist while Louis was a sweet, little boy.

As hard as it was to believe, Safin was once a young childhood who didn’t know anybody better. His innocence had been stripped away from him at a young age, scarring him permanently with internal and external wounds.

You should hate him for he had done to you. What he had done to the world and the pain. But yet, a small part of you missed him.

You missed the way Safin gave you what no other man could give you. How he treated you not only with true obsessive love but spoiled you with endless gifts and kisses. How his fingers would play with your hair, his sweet nicknames, how he promised to kill and die for you. Safin worshipped you like a god. When he had kidnapped you, at first you hated him more than anything in the world. But as time had gone on and he became more vulnerable, you began to fall for him. You were a scared beauty who fell for the broken beast.

What if M16 had never come for you? Safin would have been your husband, whether you liked it not. Louis would have to grow up with Safin’s influences, trapped in a Submarine Pen. You didn’t want to imagine what Safin wanted with your child. What he would use it for in his sick game of Anarchy and Discord. Just the thought of Safin made you happy, sad, and confused. You pulled Louis close and stroked his curls, wanting to protect him. Maybe you should have slept with him to make sure he was safe.

Safin was locked away. He wouldn’t hurt you again.

Why did you miss someone you hated so much?

After taking off your prosthetic and rolling into your bed, you throw the covers over your cold body. Your whole life you had always felt alone. Connections were hard for you to make, no matter how hard you tried. In your thirty two years of life, you had always felt disconnected from the world. Something had to be wrong with you. The bed was big enough for two people, but there was only one person. As you make yourself comfortable, you notice a burning candle on the nightstand. It makes you think back to that night in Greece, with Safin’s hands travelling over your body as he passioantly made love to you. Safin wasn’t a man you had met everyday. He was an Anarchist who happened to be obsessed with you and your legal husband. The ring was still on your finger to this day. Looking at it made you subtly smile to yourself. Why were you so happy about him? Safin was unpredictable. One minute you symathized for him, wanted him, or hated him.

But then you realized it.

Safin’s love for you was unhealthy. He had stalked your whole life and pre planned your kidnapping to be his bride. You had thought you were going to be used a bargaining trip, but it was the total opposite. The more you learned (and obsered) Safin, you realized that he was human as well. He was a lonely evil man who yearned for love. The love he had experience was eithier negative or nothing. Upon seeing you, Safin wanted you, but didn’t know how to win you over. He made you a garden, gave you expensive items, a bedroom instead of a cell, yet you refused to love him. It wasn’t until Greece where you began to slighlty sympathieze with him. It would never justify his actions. When you had fucked, all you needed was a distraction. Both of you had been touchstarved. When that occurred, Safin had assumed you were in love. He did whatever he took for you to love him, even if it meant killing for freinds and family or forcing you into a loveless marriage.

It was for the better that Safin was locked away in a glass cell for the rest of his days. You and Louis could try to live a somewhat normal life. You would never experience a true connection again. But it was okay with you. If you could most of your life being confused and yearning, then you could do it for as long as you lived. Louis was the only reason you were going on with life. His smile and how his eyes twinkled in the light made you cry; he was truly a star.

You would never admit it to anyone, not even your cloest friends or family, but a small part of you did truly love Safin. You wanted to help him, but he was far past the point of the return. It was better if he was out of your life.

Looking into the burning candle, your eyes begin to flutter shut. You suddenly feel warm again, like your being held and watched over. It always felt like you were never alone. Safin was a lingering phantom that intrigued and haunted you. He was always watching you.

And yet, a small part of you truly loved Safin.

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A secret dream of family life

Hush... let maman sleep.

I give you some breakfast and we can stroll along then. Let me show you my pretty flowers. Nearly as pretty as you and maman. Let us enjoy some time together. Let me tell you a tale, as old as time. Here in the sunlight, where no monster dare to exist. Where we are in peace.

Hush.. let me just adore you, ma petite princesse!

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Fluffy Prompt with angst and a hopeful ending

!TW: Implied nudity (not detailed), mild violence, implied suffering from depression!

“Why did you want to join me in the shower, anyway?” You inquired as both you and Safin were getting dressed, and he would be surprised by the question, glancing up at you as he thought you had already guessed why.

Safin couldn’t help it as he smirked, before he stepped closer to you. “I needed you, kitten,” Safin answered, before he placed his hand on your cheek, “and I wasn’t going to try to wait around for you forever.” You grinned, amused; you liked that he had been in desperate need of you.

You shyly leaned forward, before you connected your lips to his. You grunted when you heard a knock on the door, and Safin grimaced, annoyed that his and your moment had been interrupted. “I’ll be right back, okay?” You assured, and Safin begrudgingly nodded, watching as you left the bathroom to answer the door. You rushed the rest of the way when the person knocked again, and quickly opened the door. You stepped back, startled as James let himself in when you opened the door. “What the Hell are you doing here?” You questioned, scowling at him.

“I came here to explain what happened that night,” James answered, prompting you to groan as it had been a while since it had happened, now, “and I’m not leaving until you listen.”

“Why can’t you just let me go?” You asked, and James frowned; he felt as if he couldn’t. “We split up a year ago, James,” you reminded him, “why are you still trying to ruin my life?”

“I’m not trying to ruin your life-”

“Yes, you are,” you contradicted, and he fell quiet, a hurt look on his face, but he tried to hide it from you. “I thought you were with someone else now, anyway? W-What’s her name,” you mused as you tried to think, “Madeleine?” James winced, before he glanced up at you. “You are, aren’t you?” You guessed, and James made to open the front door; he couldn’t take it. “James, wait-” But he wouldn’t stop, and you would briefly be disappointed, until you reminded yourself of what he had done to you.

“What was it?” Safin questioned when you re-entered the bathroom; he hadn’t heard as he was distracted with finishing off his task of getting dressed.

“It was nothing,” you answered, before you wrapped your arms around him. “Just - Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” you joked, and Safin grinned when he noticed the look on your face; he liked that you were being playful with him as it meant that you felt as if you could be more open with him.

“Good,” he responded, before he pulled you closer to kiss you again.

𖧷☭𖤍

You had run out of your house, leaving Safin alone after he’d accidentally hit you during an argument, and he felt horrible for what he’d done to you. When you finally returned, you would be surprised to hear crying in the front room, and surprised to see Safin sat on the floor in the corner of the room, his knees hugged to his chest and face hidden. “Safin?” You spoke gently, and he lifted his head to look at you, before he rushed over to you, throwing his arms around you as he sobbed uncontrollably.

“Please don’t give up on me,” Safin whispered shakily, and you frowned, before you wrapped your arms around him to comfort him. “I never meant to hurt you, Y/n,” Safin added, “and I promise you I will never hurt you again, kitten; I - I’m trying to change, I really am-”

“I know you are, Safin,” you interrupted, lifting your hand to stroke his hair, “I know you are; I can see that you are.”

“You won’t leave me, will you?” Safin asked, and you shook your head.

“I won’t leave you,” you promised, and he expressed relief, before he buried his face into the crook of your neck, smiling weakly.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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Insult to Injury: The Director’s Cut — Chapter 01 [PREVIEW]

Note: Please view on the main blog page for an optimal reading experience. :D Chapter One is about 95% revised to my liking. Here is a somewhat lengthier preview whilst work begins on 02 & 03.

June crawled by. Currently the MSF were in the process of dealing with a new influx of internally displaced persons (IDPs) from the surrounding prefectures and villages, all of whom had to be tested and separated from those not stricken with disease—as this did not necessarily mean they weren’t carrying others. Thanks to the cooperation with the local civilians and tireless efforts on part of the medical staff, there had been a forty-five-percent decrease in fatalities compared to the start of the year.

The atmosphere within the hospital was not improving. The topic of insurgence was the new favourite with patients. Allegedly there had been several attacks on neighbouring villages; a sign of impatience at the lack of tangible progress coupled with deep-seated mistrust of government officials. Now the Force Sécurité/Protection, or FSP, had been brought on in collaboration with an additional Protective Services Detail (PSD) by the name of Kerberos, to ensure the hospital and surrounding property remained untouched.

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