#lyutsifer safin x fem!reader

[alessiathepirate]

No Time To Die

FOXGLOVE: Lyutsifer Safin x fem!reader

Summary: Saying I love you wasn't anything new to them - they said it daily to the other. Saying it in another language on the other hand...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: the Russian I attempt to use, plus some very slight references to murder

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"Ya tebya lyublyu..." the words were quiet in the garden, no more than a whisper, even if the world around them was completely silent.

But still, Lyutsifer heard it.

The pronunciation of the words, the slowness and uncertainity in each syllable was so obvious - even strangers to the language itself would've noticed it. Safin did too.

He noticed it. He appreciated it much more because of it, and that was the reason why he stopped working with the plants.

He turned towards the voice, towards his lover, who stood there with a stiff posture. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink as he read the embarrassment and shyness off her face.

They seemed so different, the kind of people who would never in a million years could be imagined as a couple. But they were one, a very loyal and loving one. Even if his posture was serious and confident next to hers, even if she seemed too simple next to his complexity.

"Say that again-- please."

Her shoulders slightly fell forward as she hugged herself with her arms, her whole being screaming from anxiety.

"I'm sorry if I didn't say it right, I just wanted to-"

"No." his voice was soft as always, but with her it lost the kind of monotone seriousness he was known for - with her he didn't have to impress anybody, she was already his. "Please, say that again darling. I'd like to hear it again."

"Ya tebya lyublyu." the 'ly' sounded too dry and the 'u' too soft, but to Safin it was perfect. It sounded like perfection and she looked like it too, the most honest and alive thing in the garden and possibly on the island.

"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu." he said as he examined her face, wanting to know if she understands it or not.

She did. He saw it on her face as it lit up.

"Did I say it right?" she asked as he looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as she quietly appreciated the beauty of his whole being.

"Yes, you did." Safin answered. "It was perfect."

She nodded, shyly understanding, because Lyutsifer never lies. He always tells the truth, no matter how he dresses it to make it sound prettier or how he uses a monotone undertone so it sounds like a fact.

He never once lied to her.

She can't lie to him either.

"I learned something else." she started, a slight confidence showing in her voice. "Ty krasivyy."

She waited patiently for his features to change, so she'll know he had time to take in and understand the meaning of her words.

Safin is, however, very hard to read. He is an open book most of the time, he doesn't hide anything at all, but still - that's the reason why he's so hard to read. The most honest man on Earth, yet he's the hardest to understand and solve.

A smile slowly formed on his face, a small one, the kind Safin's capable to do. It was simple, but it still made her heart beat faster than ever.

"I have seen many beautiful flowers on this island, yet you are the prettiest of them all." he complimented too and she felt her cheeks darken.

"I still like to listen to you talk about them." she explained.

"I can, anytime you want me to." Safin stepped closer, his arms still having a slow and serious movement as he gently touched her face, his thumbs drawing invisible circles into her skin.

He looked at her like she's the best thing on Earth.

He was still himself, he was always himself, yet he was much more honest around her. He showed her his emotional side - even if it wasn't the strongest part of him.

"Can you please tell me about the Foxglove again?"

"Of course, zolotse." the Russian came so easily from him, yet it was so sudden that she felt her heart flutter.

It must've been a nickname, she thought.

Nicknames from him were special, always special even if it was an everyday occurance. But hearing something like that in another language, in his, from a part of him, felt much sweeter, like an unexpected gift on a regular day.

As they slightly leaned over the purple flower, so beautiful yet so deadly, she examined his features, the way the light met his scarred skin. For a moment she thought about how no way on Earth could she imagine someone more perfect or lovely. Safin would say something to that, if she said that out loud. Something about how she feels about a killer that way, how she always sleep next to one with complete blind trust. She'd answer, to try to get her point through - Safin is one handsome killer. A very clever one too.

"I'd like to learn more." she spoke up suddenly. "In your language, about the flowers too."

A new kind of softness ran through his eyes for a second, but it disappeared just as quickly. He stretched his arm out towards her, letting her grab onto it gently as he slowly lead her out of the garden.

"If you'd like that, than it can be arranged..."

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Cute, angsty and fluffy prompt

!TW: Pregnancy, mention/use of the word ‘rapist’s’, hint of anxiety, mention of having nightmares, mention of being raped/use of word ‘raped’, mention of being beaten up, mention of bullying/harassment, mention of blood/presence of blood, mention of bleeding/use of word ‘bleeding’, mention of hospital, mention of miscarriage/use of word ‘miscarriage’, mention of feeling guilty, hint of suffering from depression, implied swearing (word ‘cursed’), mention of illness/suffering from an illness, mention of past suicidal intentions, waters breaking, mention of ambulance/use of word ‘ambulance’!

“I just want you to know that you don’t need to go with me, I don’t need you to protect me, if you have to stay here,” you assured, but Safin shook his head; he was set on going with you and protecting you; you had to go back home again because you were soon to be due to give birth to your new child who you still weren’t sure was Safin’s or the rapist’s, the only thing you’d found out about it is that it is a boy. “I just don’t want something to happen to you,” you expressed, and Safin shook his head again, holding your hand.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise,” he tried to reassure you, “nobody is ever going to take me away from you. Do you believe me?”

You smiled softly up at him, nodding. “Of course I do,” you answered, before you connected your lips to his in a loving kiss. “Okay, you can come back home with me,” you decided, and Safin grinned, glad that you’d finally agreed to let him go with you.

~-~

Even when you’d gotten home and were away from his workers, you were anxious and were still having nightmares most nights about the times you had been raped, and beaten up by them when Safin wasn’t there to help you. You struggled when you awoke in someone’s hold behind you, but relaxed when you heard Safin’s voice. “You’re okay, Y/n,” he spoke gently, “you were just having a nightmare.” You turned around to hug him tightly, beginning to cry as you felt overwhelmed after having the nightmare. “I’ll never let them hurt you again, I promise,” he expressed, a pained expression on his face; he wished he had done more to help you. “Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” Safin inquired, and you shook your head, forcing a smile up at him.

“I - I can get myself one, don’t worry,” you reassured him, and he sat up as he watched you get up off of the bed, leaving a small blood stain.

“Y/n,” Safin spoke uneasily, worried about you. You looked back at him, humming to show that you were listening. “You’re bleeding,” he pointed out, and you faltered, your eyes widening. Safin wouldn’t know what to say, a pained expression on his face; he was assuming the worst.

“But.. That can’t mean,” you murmured, “n-no, I don’t feel anything out of the ordinary.. I’ll try and get an appointment at the hospital tomorrow, and they’ll tell me what’s going on.” Safin nodded gravely, and you frowned, guessing that he thought you were going to have a miscarriage. “It’s going to be okay,” you tried to reassure him, but he wouldn’t dare look up at you; he didn’t want you to see that his eyes were glistening. “S-Safin, stop, please,” you begged shakily; you couldn’t take it; you didn’t want to think that you were going to have a miscarriage, and didn’t want to think that you wouldn’t find out if he was Safin’s child or wouldn’t be able to raise him with him. You rushed out of the room because you hated to cry in front of him, and he felt guilty for not trying to comfort you or trying to say something to you that would make you feel better.

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Safin had decided to wait until the morning to talk to you because he didn’t want to upset you any further, and he found himself not being able to sleep for the whole night; he was too worried about you. “Good morning, kitten,” Safin spoke gently when he entered the living room to find you sitting up on the sofa, hugging the blanket you had over you closer to you.

��Morning,” you mumbled, trying to hide your face from him because your eyes were sore; you had been crying again.

Safin sat beside you, and you wouldn’t dare look up at him. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise,” he assured; he wanted to cheer you up because he hated to see you like this, and he missed your smile.

You tried to believe him, but couldn’t kick the doubt from your mind. “But - What if we do lose him?” You questioned, and Safin frowned. “If we lose him, I will never stop blaming myself,” you expressed, and Safin shook his head.

“It wouldn’t be your fault, Y/n,” he contradicted, and you scoffed. “It wouldn’t-”

“I just can’t help, but think - if we do, it’ll be the universe telling me that I’ve not been a good enough mother,” you admitted, and it was Safin’s turn to scoff and shake his head, before he placed his on top of your’s gently.

“You have no idea how amazing you are, do you?” Safin replied, and you glanced up at him for only a moment, before you lowered your head again. “You’ve been a great mother, Y/n, to both Sylvia and Emily, and you have been trying to do everything to protect our-” Safin faltered, feeling rather dejected when he remembered that he might not be the father, “s-son.”

You frowned when you realised that he must be thinking about the possibility of your son being the rapist’s, instead of his. Safin forced a weak smile up at you, and you tried to reflect it, but found yourself failing as you looked away from him again. Safin pulled you into a hug, and you rested against him, feeling comfortable, before you awkwardly turned around to wrap your arms around him. “Thank you, Safin,” you whispered, “I - I feel a little better now, when you hold me I’m in my happy place.”

“And when you hold me, I find myself in mine,” he remarked, and you smiled lovingly up at him, before you rested your head on his shoulder after he’d returned the smile.

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“Those glasses are adorable on you,” Safin stated when he came across you reading in bed; you’d been starting to retire to bed much earlier because you tended to be exhausted more often, most likely because Sylvia was growing up into an older toddler, and being slightly more difficult, whilst you also tried to tend to your needs, avoiding Safin’s help because you wanted him to stop worrying about you all the time.

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling warmly up at him, before you got an idea, trying not to giggle as you pretended that you felt something out of the ordinary, sitting up with a perplexed expression on your face.

“What is it?” Safin inquired, rushing to your side so he could hold your hand, worried about you.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. “I think my water just broke,” you answered, your voice close to a whisper. Safin would be shocked, before he attempted to pick you up, surprising you, and making you laugh; you couldn’t stop yourself. Safin appeared confused; he didn’t think you’d be laughing. Safin then grew suspicious of you, and you burst out laughing again when you noticed the skeptical look on his face. “I got you!” You exclaimed, and he grunted, before he lowered you back down on the bed.

Safin sat down on the edge of the bed, expressing relief. “Don’t scare me like that again, Y/n,” he whined, and you grinned, amused.

You shuffled closer to him, and he reluctantly looked over at you, anxious again. “Shut up, you big baby, and let me kiss you,” you teased, and he begrudgingly let you connect your lips to his.

~-~

On a lazy night for you both, you decided to find a horror movie for you both to watch, and were finding it hilarious because you could tell that Safin was trying to hide that he was startled by some of the scenes. “Is someone scared?” You teased him when you noticed that he was looking anywhere, but at the television screen, and he scoffed, glaring over at you.

“I’m not scared,” he claimed, “I just think horror movies are stupid, and boring.”

“Sure,” you replied, not believing him at all as he nervously returned his attention to the film. When another jump scare occurred shortly after he’d returned his attention to it, he cursed quietly, and you couldn’t help, but giggle again, prompting him to shoot a glare at you.

“Why do you make me watch these things?” He complained, making you laugh even more. “Sometimes I really hate you when you make me do these things,” he continued, and you tried to stop laughing to relieve him of the embarrassment. Safin relaxed a little bit after you’d managed to hold back the rest of your giggles, and you intertwined your fingers with his, before you rested your head on his shoulder.

~-~

“Safin, stop,” you whined; you were currently suffering from quite a bad cold, and were trying not to pass it on to him, but he was making it difficult for you to do that because he kept insisting on being near you.

“No,” he replied; he didn’t want to leave you alone whilst you were ill. “You’re sick, let me take care of you,” he practically pleaded, wanting to do all he could to restore your health, and all he could to make you feel comfortable.

“I don’t need you to take care of me,” you claimed, “and I don’t want you to get sick, too, so-”

“I don’t care if I get sick, Y/n,” he interrupted, certain of himself, “please just let me look after you until you’re better.” You sighed, before you nodded reluctantly. Safin smiled, glad that you were now allowing him to stay and take care of you.

Safin wrapped his arms around your waist, and you tried to ease him away, feeling as if he were getting dangerously close to the point he’d definitely receive the same cold from you. “Don’t get too close for now, okay?” You warned, and he frowned, nodding gravely.

“I’m sorry, your eyes are just really pretty and distracting,” he explained, and a smile played on your lips - you could also feel that your cheeks were heating up. “You’re blushing,” he pointed out, smirking. You winced, trying to hide your face from him. “You’re adorable,” he continued, and you whimpered, begging silently for him to stop teasing you, because you could feel that your face must be as red as a tomato by now. “It’s hard, trying not to kiss you,” he expressed, and you agreed; you wished the cold would just go away now.

“Hopefully this won’t last much longer,” you replied, and Safin nodded, forcing a smile over at you.

~-~

You would be surprised when you woke up to Safin panicking, and he expressed relief when he noticed that you were awake, rushing to your side, before he sat beside you, holding your right hand in his left one. “I thought I lost you,” he expressed dejectedly, his voice briefly trembling.

You appeared confused, and he frowned. “What happened?” You inquired, and he tilted his head partially.

“You’ve been asleep for hours, Y/n,” he answered, “I was worried; I thought something was wrong.”

“I must have been exhausted,” you mused, before you sat up, “well, I’m awake now, so you no longer need to worry about me.” Safin nodded, smiling weakly, before he leaned forward to wrap his arms around you. You returned the hug, thinking about how you’d never thought he’d be like this before. “I remember when I didn’t expect you to be so cuddly,” you stated, and Safin winced, burying his face into the crook of your neck to hide that he felt embarrassed.

“I didn’t think I would be, either,” he claimed, and you smiled softly, before you lifted your right hand to stroke his hair. “The older me would probably rather die than be how I am right now,” he remarked, and you shook your head, thinking he would be the same, just a little more awkward. “But I’m glad I’m different now,” he added, “and I’m extremely grateful for you, for making me so much happier than I used to be.”

“And I’m grateful for you, too,” you returned, holding him at arm’s length, “because if I hadn’t met you, I’d still be in the dark place I was before, and might have even have taken my life by now.”

Safin’s smile faded as he glanced up at you, and you looked away, feeling bad for mentioning it, and possibly ruining the moment. “I wish I had met you sooner,” he responded, “to take you out of the darkness you used to be in.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured, relocating your hand to his left cheek, “because I’m out of it now, as long as I’m with you.” The smile returned to both you and his face, before he lovingly and gently connected his lips to your’s.

~-~

You rushed into the living room when you heard Sylvia crying, and would be surprised when you saw pen markings on the opposite wall to you, and Safin trying to calm her down whilst appearing stressed out, himself. “What happened?” You inquired, and he expressed relief when he heard your voice, turning to face you.

“I found her drawing on the wall,” he answered, “and tried to stop her from doing anymore, but-”

Safin sighed, and you took her from him; you could see that he needed a break. “Why don’t you go and have a lie down?” You suggested, and he frowned, shaking his head; he wanted to help you with Sylvia, and the mess. “Are you sure-?” You pried, worried about him; he looked exhausted. He nodded, forcing a smile at you. “Okay, but you don’t have to help me clean this up,” you stated, to which Safin shook his head again; he wanted to help.

“I don’t want my princess to be doing all the work,” he replied, “please, let me help you.”

You sighed, before you gave in, nodding gravely. “Fine, I’ll let you help me,” you responded, looking over at the pen markings on the wall again, whilst trying not to feel overwhelmed about attempting to clean them off.

“Am I in trouble, mummy?” Sylvia asked, and you looked over at her, shaking your head, whilst forcing a smile.

“No,” you answered simply, “you’re lucky you’re cute - go and watch tv whilst we try and deal with - this.” Sylvia felt bad, and hesitated, before she climbed up onto the sofa to watch her favourite animated program that was just starting. Safin noticed that you seemed overwhelmed, and he held your hand to try and relax your nerves. You looked over at him, and couldn’t help, but giggle when you thought back to the time you recalled that you were developing feelings for him. Safin wore a puzzled expression on his face, tilting his head as he wondered what you were thinking about. “I’ve been in love with you for an embarrassingly long time,” you remarked, and Safin couldn’t help, but grin, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I have the same problem,” he returned, before he connected his lips to your’s lovingly. “Now,” he began again, holding you at arm’s length as he looked over the pen markings. You looked over at them, too, and winced. “I can hear you overthinking things from here, stop it,” he commanded gently, and you nodded, trying not to.

~-~

After you and Safin had had a late night, he lazily strolled into the kitchen in the morning, where you were making breakfast for you and him. You grinned as you watched him sink into one of the kitchen table chairs, and he lifted his hand to his forehead; he clearly must be suffering from a headache. “If I don’t get coffee soon, someone is going to die,” he stated, and you couldn’t help, but giggle, pouring him the rest of the coffee you’d made not too long ago.

“Here,” you set the mug down in front of him, and he smiled up at you warmly, replying with a soft ‘thank you, kitten.’

“You’re welcome,” you responded, before you returned your focus onto the breakfast you were starting to plate up now for him and you.

~-~

“Stop,” you whined whilst he tickled you, and he chuckled, amused.

“If you want me to stop tickling you, you need to stop being so cute,” he replied, and you whined, beginning to feel flustered as you tried to hide your face from him, feeling that your cheeks were heating up, which told you that you were blushing. “You’re being cute again,” he stated, before he began to tickle you again, prompting you to burst out laughing, and struggling against him to try and escape him tickling you. Safin stopped suddenly, and you wondered what had happened. “Did - Did our son just kick?” Safin inquired, and you would be surprised, hoping you’d not missed him kicking.

You then gasped, feeling it again. “He’s kicking again,” you whispered, “Safin, he’s - he’s okay!” Safin expressed relief, before he threw his arms around you, and you smiled widely, before you returned the hug, immensely relieved to feel that your son was still alive, after not being able to secure a hospital appointment to find out. “I told you he would be okay,” you reminded him, and he nodded gravely, wishing he’d listened to you before.

Safin expressed concern when you’d gone quiet, and he held your hand, his eyes searching your’s. “What’s wrong?” He inquired, and you winced, your eyes wide with fear.

“I think my water just broke,” you whispered shakily, and Safin faltered, trying not to panic as he tried to think. “I need to call an ambulance-”

“No, Y/n,” he interrupted, “save your energy, I will call one.”

“But-”

“They won’t know,” he promised, “just let me help you, kitten.” You groaned, leaning heavily against him, before you begrudgingly nodded, though you were worried about him being caught. “Okay,” he spoke gently, “I’ll call them now, okay?” You nodded, and he rushed out of the room to the telephone, knowing he had to get he ambulance quickly for you.

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I apologise for not posting my writing for a little while, I’ve just needed a bit of time to think about things, but feel as if I’ll hopefully be able to post a bit more now! I hope you enjoyed this prompt, and am hoping to post another soon! ❤️

[seoll3miwrites]

Masquerade | Lyutsifer Safin x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Masterlist | Part 2 to "Cherry" 6 months after the events in vegas, Y/N has a unexpected reunion with the mysterious figure who had both saved and endangered her life. (WC: 3484)

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, slight praise kink, AFAB! reader.

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After the incident in Vegas, Y/N had been put on leave for four months. M had told her it wasn’t a punishment but to give her time to recuperate from the effects of the drugs. It had been the longest four months of her life.

Even after her leave ended, she was then given exclusively domestic assignments. Hence why Y/N currently finds herself in the middle of a ballroom wearing a rabbit-shaped mask and an elegant glittering white dress.

She’d been assigned as one of the bodyguards for a foreign princess, attending an exclusive masquerade ball. Thankfully, because the princess was young, she left before nine, and Y/N was permitted to stay and enjoy the ball as an attendee.

“It’s a pleasant surprise to see you again, 'Cherry,” a familiar voice whispered closely in her ear, causing Y/N to turn her and gaze into the piercing blue eyes hidden behind a black wolf mask.

“How did you get in here?” She asked her voice a whisper so as not to gain too much attention.

“I was invited.” Safin had answered, smirking. “I must say I prefer this to what you were wearing the last we met.”

She couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks as he spoke. The silence she experienced during her four-month leave allowed her time to think. As she tried to think back to that night and her next plan of action, she always found herself thinking of him.

“Why are you speaking to me?” Y/N whispered harshly, still staring into his eyes.

"Does a man need a reason to talk to a beautiful woman?" He asked, his voice still low, seductive. Y/N shivered as she felt his eyes on her, moving them downwards as he admired the exposed skin of her chest.

“A man like you does.” She answered, looking away to watch the couples dance in hopes of distracting herself.

"And what kind of man do you think I am, Miss Y/L/N?" Safin took a step closer, closing the distance between them. He lifted his hand, placing it on her waist, pulling her slightly closer to him.

Y/N couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden contact, “A man who definitely has ulterior motives.”

"And what ulterior motives would that be?" He leaned in even closer, his lips nearly brushing against her ear.

She subconsciously leaned backwards into him for a moment before quickly pulling away from him. “I want no part in your plans.”

With that, she shook herself and grabbed the first man she saw to pull her onto the dance floor to get away from him. It was not until the stranger put her hands on her waist roughly did she come to regret the decision. He was a tall blonde, but the smug smirk on his masked face showed her he was an egotistical rich kid.

"Well, you sure are forward." He drawled out as they began to waltz.

“Believe me, this isn’t what I intended to do tonight.”

“Don’t worry,” he spun her, suddenly making her head spin. “I have that effect on women.”

God Y/N just wanted this to end. Instead, the song still had a few minutes left, so she sighed and resigned herself to being stuck with this unfortunate dance partner. The man tried to make conversation, but it was all hallow bragging about how rich he was, or more accurately, his parents.

As the music neared its end, Y/N stiffened as she spotted Safin approaching from behind the blonde and tapping him on the shoulder, interrupting the dance.

“May I cut in?” His voice was cold; it came out as a command rather than a question.

The blonde was about to protest, but a sharp look from Safin made him lose his nerves, and he stepped away. Allowing for Safin to place his arm around Y/N’s waist and pull her close as the next song began.

As they began to dance, Y/N was silent for a moment before she looked up at him and asked, “Aren’t you worried about drawing attention to yourself?”

"I've dealt with unwanted attention before." He replied, his voice low. "And I assure you, no one in this room will dare question me."

He took a step forward, moving her closer to him, their bodies nearly pressed against each other. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, the subtle scent of her perfume filling his senses.

"Oh, I’m aware of your power, Lyutsifer Safin.” Y/N spoke, revealing her knowledge of his identity. After the incident those months ago, she’d secretly researched heavily into the mysterious man who’d broken her cover so easily yet had let her go.

"You have done your research, it seems." He chuckled, amused.

As they continued to dance, Lyutsifer’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her even closer to him, their bodies now almost flush. He looked down at her, a hint of condescension in his eyes.

"And what do you make of me, Miss Y/L/N?"

She hesitated for a moment before she answered, “To be frank, not much; over these last few years you’ve been a ghost, just a whisper. But one name stands out next to yours. Spectre.”

Lyutsifer’s face hardened at the mention of Spectre, a flicker of anger and pain crossing his features. His hand on her waist tightened to the point of being painful. He could feel the pulse of anger thrumming just beneath the surface.

"You know about Spectre?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

She scoffed lowly, “Of course I know about Spectre; I helped bring most of the lower circle in.”

"You helped bring them in?" He repeated, his voice laced with interest. "You were a part of that operation?

“Well, I won’t take full credit." Y/N replied modestly, “Double O Seven did the most work.”

He took a step forward, pulling her closer, their bodies almost touching now. He leaned in, his breath teasing her ear. "How did you end up involved with them anyway?"

Y/N inhaled sharply at his breath before answering calmly, “I was an orphan; MI6 recruited me because I had nothing to lose and nobody to miss me.”

His grip on her waist relaxed slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he looked at her closely, studying her face, trying to gauge her expression.

"I've made my peace with it," she replied truthfully, looking intently at his face with an expression of acceptance.

He gently tilted her chin up with his other hand, holding her gaze.

"You've made peace with a lonely existence, yet here you stood tonight wearing a beautiful dress, dancing the night away." He mused, his voice low and contemplative.

She wasn’t sure what to say in response to his words; instead, she remained silent and focused on the music. Lyutisfer watched her carefully, keeping his hand on her waist as he guided her around the dance floor.

They danced in silence for a while, only broken at her question. Her voice was almost a whisper and showed her vulnerability. “I don’t understand, why me?”

Lyutsifer looked down at her, his eyes holding hers in a steely gaze. He held her close, his grip tight, almost possessive.

"Why you, Miss Y/L/N?" He murmured.

“Just tell me." Her voice was strained, tense from the tension she was feeling between the two of them.

Lyutsifer leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Perhaps this should be taken somewhere more private?”

She knew deep down that going anywhere private with him was dangerous; it was asking for trouble. His suggestion was both thrilling and terrifying, and she knew it was too late to protest. She found herself hesitantly nodding.

He smiled, pleased with her agreement, no matter how hesitant she was. As the music approached its close, Lyutsifer took her hand and quickly led her from the dance floor and out of the ballroom. The hallways were completely empty save for a few guards, but they ignored the pair as Lyutsifer escorted her far away from the ball and into an empty parlour room.

As they stepped inside, the air grew thick with the sudden tension of being alone. Y/N realised that anything could happen here and no one would ever know. She heard the door click as Lyutsifer closed it behind them. He approached her, keeping his eyes focused on hers as he reached out to graze his fingers on the side of her neck.

A shiver spread through her body, and her gasp filled the silent air. “This is too dangerous.”

He stepped closer and pushed her backwards into the wall. “Then why did you come with me so readily?”

“I’m not sure.”

Lyutsifer chuckled, a low, seductive sound that sent a shiver through her body. He had her trapped against the wall, his body pressed against hers, the heat between them intensifying.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You could have left; you could have called for help." His lips brushed her neck, and his voice whispered with seduction. "But you didn't, did you?"

“I should have." It was harder for her to say, “I think there’s something wrong with me.”

"No, darling, there's nothing wrong with you," he murmured, his fingers tracing a line down her neck, caressing the sensitive skin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her collarbone, planting a soft, lingering kiss there.

Her back arched as he kissed her collarbone, letting out a small moan in pleasure. Unable to stop herself, she gripped the back of his neck to pull him closer. He continued to trail kisses down her collarbone and neck until he suddenly pulled away. They looked each other in the eye with an unreadable expression before Lyutsifer grabbed her cheeks and pulled her into a heated kiss.

She closed her eyes as she responded to the kiss eagerly. As His scarred lips pushed against hers, desire continued to pool in Y/N’s stomach. Lyutsifer pushed forward, placing his left leg in between her own; in response, Y/N began to gently grind herself on his thigh.

Lyutsifer responded with matching desire, deepening the kiss and gripping her cheeks with a firm, possessive grip. His left hand slipped to her hip, holding her tightly against him.

With a hand against his chest, Y/N pushed against his chest and reached up to hold the mask covering his face. “May I?”

Lyutsifer pulled back slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes at her question. He looked at her, his gaze intense and unreadable.

"You want to see my face." He stated it as a fact, his voice almost nonchalant. "Why?" His grip on her cheek tightened slightly.

“It’s too impersonal to kiss you behind a mask,” she replied, forgetting she was still wearing a mask of her own. “Besides, I have seen it before.”

He studied her, his expression contemplative, before his fingers moved to her own mask, pulling it off and stroking his hand against her cheek.

"You're right. Too impersonal." He admitted, his voice quieter. "But are you sure you want to see it? It's not exactly pretty."

“But it’s your face; I want to see it.” She replied, already reaching underneath it to pull it up and off his face.

As his mask was removed, Lyutisfer watched her eyes widen as she took in the sight of his face. He knew it was a shock—the scars, the disfigurement—but he didn't look away, holding her gaze in an unflinching stare.

"You're not, repulsed?"

“It’s like lightning, beautiful.”

"Beautiful," he echoed, the word a whisper. "You see beauty in this disfigurement?"

She smiled slightly at him, far more comfortable than she knew she should be. “They may not be as big, but I also have my fair share of scars.”

He looked her over, taking in the way the soft light played across her skin and the way the dress clung to her body. His eyes zeroed in on the hint of scars peeking out from the edges of her dress, and his heart lurched. Scars that mirrored his own, scars that held a silent history.

"Show me." He murmured, his hand coming up to cup her face, tilting her chin up towards him. "Let me see them."

At his words, her confidence faulted slightly. While she’d never been insecure about her scars, she was suddenly aware of how vulnerable she had made herself in this moment. Nevertheless, she carefully turned around and allowed him to unzip the back of her dress.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand reach out and slowly pull the zip down, revealing her scarred back to him. Across her back were several long, jagged lines of scarring; the lighter colour made them stand out against her skin in the low light.

“I got caught during an undercover; their favourite method of torture was whipping.” She explained quietly as she felt his hands softly trace across her back.

“Beautiful,” Lyutsifer muttered before leaning forward and placing a small kiss in the centre of her spine, causing her to let out a soft, breathy moan. Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her closer, and he continued to trail kisses upwards to her neck.

“Please.” She breathed out, but she had no idea what she was asking for, having to place a hand on the wall in front of her to steady herself.

He chuckled against her skin, "Please what, Dragotsennyy?" He asked in a whisper. "Use your words."

“I don’t know.” Her mind was racing, but all she could focus on was the feelings of him kissing and breathing on her back.

"You're thinking too much, darling." He murmured against her skin, his lips moving up to her ear, his tone commanding.

Y/N pulled away and slowly turned to face him, her back now pressed against the wall. “It’s hard not to.”

"You have a habit of overthinking, don't you?" he commented, a hint of humour in his voice.

He smirked as he moved his hand from her waist and slid through the slit in her dress, gently massaging her inner thigh. Y/N gasped at his sudden action, arching her back slightly and pressing her chest against his.

After shaking herself slightly, she replied, “Someone has to.”

"You're too independent," he murmured, his hand continuing to knead her thigh. "Too focused on control. You need to let go, sometimes."

Before she could respond, Lyutsifer moved his hand from her thigh and simply grazed Y/N’s core through her underwear. She responded with a loud moan, “Fuck, Lyutisifer.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Language, dragotsennyy." He whispered, his fingers still rubbing against her.

All the young agent could do was whimper in response, her eyes closed as she began to gently grind against his fingers. He chuckled again, feeling her writhe and grind against his fingers, her whimper echoing in the air. Her reaction was exactly what he wanted—a beautiful, desperate need for more.

He brought his other hand to her face, tilting it, forcing her to look up at him. His gaze captured her, intense and unwavering.

"Open your eyes, Dragotsennyy," he commanded. "Look me in the eye."

She opened her eyes and gazed into his crystal eyes before almost squeezing them shut when Lyutsifer took the opportunity to slide her underwear aside and immediately circle her clit.

He leaned in closer, his lips practically touching her ear as he whispered, "Don't close your eyes; look at me." His fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements against her.

As his stroking continued, Y/N obediently kept her eyes connected with his stare. Only fluttering slightly as she whined and moaned from his touch.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips as she kept her eyes on his. He loved watching her in this state, completely at his mercy, completely under his control.

His fingers continued their slow, deliberate rhythm, drawing out her moans and whines, his eyes never leaving her face. He wanted to see every reaction, every expression, and every moment that flitted across her face.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So responsive, so beautiful."

After he spoke, Lyutsifer gently pushed his index finger forward and into her soaking entrance. Unable to control her body, a sudden electric sensation spread through and caused her to arch her back, eyes rolling back slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

“No, no, Dragotsennyy," he chided softly, his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate rhythm. "Eyes on me. Open them." His tone was firm, commanding control.

“I can’t,” she choked out, hands moving to grip his neck. “It’s too much.”

He smirked, loving the way she gripped his neck, needing something to hold onto. He could see the pleasure written all over her face and could hear it in her voice. She was on the edge, about to fall.

"Yes, you can." He countered, his tone firm. His fingers continued to move, but he slowed just slightly, wanting to prolong the moment, the edge of sweet release just out of reach.

"Look at me." He repeated, his voice low, commanding.

Her eyes flew open at his command, ever the obedient. She pulled his face closer so their foreheads touched, still looking deep into his eyes and moaning loudly as she reached her peak,  almost shrieking in ecstasy.

Her scream of ecstasy echoed through the room, her body trembling with the intensity of her climax. He held her close, their foreheads touching, his fingers still moving but far more slowly, bringing her back down gently.

He watched her, captivated by the sight of her, by the raw, unguarded pleasure on her face, by the way her eyes stayed on his, even as she rode out the wave of her release.

He pulled her close as her body finally relaxed, whispering against her cheek, "Beautiful. You're so beautiful like this."

Still coming down from her high, she didn’t speak. Instead, she lent forward and gently kissed him before resting her head on his shoulder as she caught her breath.

She was breathless, her breaths still coming in gasps as she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. He gently held her, his hand rubbing small circles on her back, feeling the slight tremors still running through her body.

"You did so well, Dragotsennyy," he murmured against her ear. "You were so good, so responsive."

As he spoke, his hand trailed down her back before carefully zipping her dress back up, causing shivers to spread through Y/N’s body again. She leant further against him in exhaustion.

“We shouldn’t have done that.” She said, her voice hoarse, and nothing more than a whisper.

He laughed softly, her words a weak, weary protest against what they had just done. He had seen the way she responded to his touch, the way she lost herself in ecstasy, the way her body trembled in pleasure.

"You enjoyed it," he responded. "Don't pretend otherwise."

“That’s the problem,” the young agent answered as she pulled herself upwards in an attempt to move away. “It can’t happen again if anyone finds out...”

Before she could finish, Lyutsifer grabbed her cheek, making her face him. “Then I could claim you as my own; no one would get in my way.”

It was a firm declaration, a possessive gesture that spoke volumes. He was claiming her in more ways than one. His eyes locked onto hers, unflinching, as he continued to hold her gaze.

Suddenly the door opened to the room they had hidden away in, and a mysterious man in a suit appeared. He didn’t seem surprised by what he found and instead looked directly at Lyutsifer and said, "Dr. Safin sir, we have a problem.”

"A problem?" he enquired, his expression turning serious at the man's words. He released his grip on Y/N, turning fully to face the newcomer. "What kind of problem?"

The newcomer glanced at Y/N in slight caution before turning back to his boss, “I think it’d be best to discuss in private.”

“It’s fine I was just leaving.” She spoke up as she pulled herself away and moved towards the door.

"Wait," he said, his tone firm. He watched as she hesitated, her hand on the door handle, then turned back to him, "We're not quite done here."

“I’m sorry, but I think we are.” With that, she turned the handle and swiftly left the room.

Footsteps echoed as she excited the room and quickly walked down the corridor to the main entrance, afraid she was being followed. When she left the building, she quickly found a taxi to take her home.

It was almost cruel how similar this was to that night all those months ago. She allowed him to get to close again, and she had run. And yet, despite how much danger she had already put herself in, all she wanted to do was run back inside.

[yns-world]

No Time to Die - Lyutsifer Safin

a/n: a drabble inspired by a post from @villainworshiper

pairing: lyutsifer safin x reader

fem pronouns, racially ambiguous, size not mentioned

“I will never let you die, my love.” Lyutsifer murmured in her ear, stroking her hair. 

The two swayed back and forth, his hand around her waist as her body laid limp in his hold, yet his eyes still had that adoring look.

Lovesick. Sickening. He inhaled its fumes and was on a constant high, he couldn’t afford coming down. He wouldn’t come down. Never. Your death wouldn’t affect him. You couldn’t die, simply because there was so much left to do, there was so little time-- “There is no time to die.” 

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Cute Prompt with brief angst

!TW: Jealousy and anxiety!

“Tell me the truth, Y/n,” Safin demanded after he’d heard you talking to Mike at the door, “who is he?”

You groaned, looking away from him. “He-” You sighed, rubbing your arm; you were nervous for his reaction to your answer. “We used to - go out together, in High School,” you admitted, and Safin grimaced, “but - but he’s nothing to me, now, Safin.” You stepped closer to him, and he glanced down at you, trying desperately to believe you. “I love you, Safin,” you expressed, “and that will never change, I promise.”

Safin tilted his head partially, lifting an eyebrow as he did. “Why do you love me, Y/n?” Safin questioned, and you tried to think of a single answer to his question, but struggled because there were many reasons why you loved him.

“Just - Because,” you answered, embarrassed at yourself as you stammered, looking away from him. Safin took your hesitation the wrong way, and he turned to walk away from you, panicking you as you caught his arm, a pained expression on your face. “Safin, wait, d-don’t-”

“It’s fine, Y/n,” Safin interrupted, grimacing, “don’t worry about me.”

“Don’t do this,” you pleaded, “I just - There are so many reasons why I love you, Safin, I - I just wasn’t sure about which one I should use to answer your question.”

Safin glanced back at you, reluctantly letting his eyes meet your’s. “Then kiss me, instead,” Safin requested, and you nodded, smiling weakly, before you connected your lips to his soft ones.

𖧷☭𖤍

“Sylvia-!” You exclaimed after she’d bit your hand suddenly; you had been trying to get her to eat the vegetables she’d left on her plate by offering them to her on a spoon, but she was being incredibly stubborn, and consistently rejecting them. Sylvia responded with what sounded like a hissing noise, and you acted shocked, not expecting it from her. “Did you just hiss at me?” You questioned, and Sylvia sounded out the noise again, before she climbed down from the chair and ran out of the room.

Shortly after, Safin carried her back into the room; he’d been trying to catch her whilst she ran around the house; you’d both decided to return to your house as you were worried about Safin being found by James, the MI6 or the CIA. “What happened, Y/n?” Safin inquired, before he sat down on the chair next to you with Sylvia still in his arms.

“She was refusing to eat her vegetables, and then she bit my hand and hissed at me,” you relayed, and Safin frowned, disappointed by his daughter’s behaviour.

“You can’t treat your mother like that, Sylvie,” Safin stated, scolding her gently, “she wants the best for you; we both want the best for you, so you need to treat us with respect.” Sylvia whined, before she hid her face in Safin’s blue coat, beginning to cry as she felt guilty for how she’d been acting, and she also didn’t like to be scolded. “Apologise to your mother, Sylvie,” Safin commanded in a soft voice, and Sylvia looked back at you, before she reached for you, wanting you to hold her.

Safin searched for your approval, before he carefully passed her to you. “I’m sorry, mummy,” Sylvia expressed, before she hugged you tightly, clinging to your shoulders.

“It’s okay, Sylvie,” you reassured her, before you returned the hug, stroking her black hair to comfort her. Sylvia began to calm down; you couldn’t hear her crying anymore, or sniffling - she might have even fallen asleep in your arms. When you were convinced that she had, you returned your attention to Safin who was still beside you, smiling warmly when he noticed you looking at him. “Thank you,” you broke the silence, and Safin nodded.

“You’re welcome,” Safin returned, “I’d do anything for you, Y/n.”

You giggled quietly, unable to stop yourself. “I know,” you replied, “you’d even defend me from a toddler.” Safin grinned, amused, before he nodded again.

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[alessiathepirate]

No Time To Die

FOXGLOVE: Lyutsifer Safin x fem!reader

Summary: Saying I love you wasn't anything new to them - they said it daily to the other. Saying it in another language on the other hand...

Warnings: the Russian I attempt to use, plus some very slight references to murder

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Dominant and possessive Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Prompt

!TW: Mild violence, jealousy, mention of cheating/suspicions of, threat, implied mention of divorce, word ‘jerk’, implied suspicion of abusive relationship!

You smiled when you noticed Safin approaching you from behind in the mirror; you had been brushing your hair. Safin wrapped his arms around your waist, admiring you as he did. “You’re so beautiful,” he mused, and you could feel your cheeks warming up as blood rushed to them, “I can’t believe you’re mine, and I still can’t believe how perfect you are.”

“Safin,” you whined, flustered as you lowered the hairbrush.

Safin smirked, amused; he would always love and revel in the effect he had on you. “You’re adorable,” Safin responded, and you whimpered, trying to hide your face from him. “Don’t hide from me, angel,” Safin spoke gently, before he carefully turned you to face him with both of his hands on either side of your waist. “Look at me,” Safin commanded softly, and you lifted your face to his. Safin grinned when he noticed how red your cheeks were, and he lifted his hand to place it on your left cheek. “No one else is allowed to see you like this,” Safin stated, “this sight is for my eyes only. Don’t forget that.” You nodded, and Safin briefly connected his lips to your’s.

𖧷☭𖤍

Safin had become suspicious of you; he thought you were seeing James behind his back, when in reality you were stuck working late, and had to come back later than you normally would. Safin decided, on one of these days, to confront you about his suspicions, and you would be startled when Safin suddenly pulled you away from the door, before he slammed it. “Safin-”

Safin gingerly pressed you against the door, making you whimper as your back collided with it painfully. “Where were you?” Safin demanded, his voice firm and threatening.

“I - I was at work!” You cried, your voice trembling as you were frightened. “I just - just had s-some paperwork I needed to finish,” you explained, and Safin grunted, begrudgingly deciding to believe you.

“I believe you,” Safin uttered, and you expressed relief, “but if I find out you’re cheating on me with James, I’ll kill him.”

You would be shocked, realising why he had been acting strangely around you the past few days. “Cheating on you? Safin, I could never do that to you,” you responded, a hurt look on your face, “I love you.”

“Yes,” Safin murmured, “but you used to love him, too.”

“Not anymore,” you stated, “because he broke my heart, and you repaired it, as well as made it stronger.”

Safin released you, smiling weakly. “You love me,” Safin mused, and you nodded, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I worship you,” you added, and Safin’s smile grew; he, like he had done a lot recently, wondered what he’d done to deserve someone as loyal and as kind as you.

𖧷☭𖤍

You and Safin had been snuggled up together on the sofa, but the moment was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. You groaned, and Safin would be disappointed, begrudgingly letting you get up, before he hid himself by the door in the next room. You would be surprised when you opened the door to someone who looked like your first ex-boyfriend, Mike. “Hey! It’s been a long time!” The man greeted, smiling sheepishly.

You expressed confusion, leaning against the doorframe slightly. “I’m sorry,” you responded, “do I know you?”

“It’s me,” the man answered, “Mike.” You frowned, nervously looking back at the door Safin had gone through, before you looked back at Mike. “High school?” Mike pried, and you nodded.

“I - I remember you,” you clarified, forcing a smile. “How did you find my place?” You inquired, curious.

“One of my friends said they saw you come here,” Mike answered, “I just thought I’d see for myself. I’ve been meaning to contact you for quite some time.”

You put on another shiny, weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude, but - why?” You questioned, and Mike rubbed the back of his neck, looking around.

“I’ve been in a - bad situation, lately,” Mike admitted, “I mean - My wife left me, and I lost my job, and..”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you stated, and Mike nodded gravely. “But - Why are you here to see me when you’re in such a dire situation?” You pried, and Mike anxiously shuffled on the spot.

“I’ve just - missed you, Y/n, I really have,” Mike claimed, his voice briefly trembling. “And I know I was a jerk when we were together, but - I’m different now, and if you give me another chance I promise I will-”

“I’m sorry, Mike,” you interrupted, shaking your head, “I - I can’t take you back. I’m actually - happily married, and have two daughters.”

Mike would be surprised, trying to hide that he was disheartened by your revelation. “O-Oh,” Mike stammered, “congrats! I - I’m happy for you, I really am.”

You felt bad for a moment, but tried to push the feeling away. “I’m sorry again, Mike,” you replied, and Mike shook his head, forcing a smile at you.

“It’s okay,” Mike reassured you, “anyway - I don’t live too far from here. Maybe - Maybe we could meet up sometime? I’ll give you my new number-”

“No!” You exclaimed, surprising Mike. “D-Don’t,” you murmured, knowing that Safin might send someone to go after him if he gave you his number.

Mike would express concern for you as you warily looked behind you again, and he wondered if you were lying about your marriage being happy. “Why not?” Mike questioned, and you tried to think of an excuse.

“I don’t have my phone on me right now, it - it’s being repaired,” you answered, and Mike reluctantly decided to believe you.

“I’ll write it down for you, then-”

“N-No time,” you interrupted, “I can smell that what I was cooking is - is burning, so - I should get it out of the oven.” Before Mike could say anything else, you closed the door, leaning heavily against it.

You winced when Safin came out of his hiding place; he was grimacing; he knew you must have been trying to protect Mike. “You were trying to protect him from me,” Safin uttered, feeling slightly betrayed by you. “But you can’t protect him forever,” Safin claimed, his voice suddenly firm and cold, “I’m going to hunt him down, and make sure that he knows that you’re mine, now.” You shook your head, but he ignored your action, advancing closer to you slowly and swiftly. “Though I shouldn’t have to,” Safin stated, before he relocated a strand of your hair from your neck, where he’d left dark marks. You winced when he skimmed his thumb over one of them, before he placed his hand on your cheek. “Why do you think I gave you these, Y/n?” Safin asked, but you wouldn’t dare answer. “I want people to see the marks I leave on you, so they know you’re taken,” Safin answered, and you nodded to show that you understood. “I don’t want anyone trying to steal you from me, like he thought he could,” Safin stated, “you belong to me, and no one else.” You nodded again, and Safin withdrew his hand. “You won’t speak to him again?” Safin inquired, and you shook your head.

“Why would I want to?” You asked, and Safin smiled softly, pleased by your answer. “I only ever want to talk to you, Sylvie and Emily,” you stated, “nobody else.” Safin then wrapped his arms around you, and you returned the hug, trying to forget about what had just happened.

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty Prompt with brief cute moment [Connected to last prompt I posted]

!TW: Implied suffering from depression, suspicion of assault, anxiety, mention of being attacked/attempted assault/assault, mention/suspicion of attempted murder, pregnancy, mention of rapist/word ‘rapist’ (in further information section at bottom)!

You would be concerned for Safin when you woke up to him crying beside you, and hesitantly turned to face him, frowning when you noticed that he was trembling. “Please, make it stop,” he whispered shakily, and you slowly wrapped your arms around him; you hated to see him upset. Safin glanced back at you, a pained expression on his face. “Y-You’re still awake,” he murmured, and you nodded gravely, relocating your right hand to his cheek, whilst also trying to avoid the area which hurt him if it was touched. “I’m sorry if I woke you,” he uttered, feeling guilty.

“You didn’t wake me,” you reassured him, smiling weakly.

Safin then turned to face you, his eyes glistening; they were being invaded by tears again. “How long ago did this happen, Y/n?” Safin inquired, and you faltered, looking away from him.

“I - I don’t know specifically, but - It definitely has to be from a few weeks ago,” you answered, and Safin nodded gravely.

“Okay,” he murmured, before he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you, not wanting to treat you any differently. You returned the hug, fighting back tears now, yourself. “I love you,” he concluded, and you smiled weakly.

“I love you, too,” you returned, your voice close to a whisper. “Goodnight, Safin,” you added, and he swiftly returned the phrase to you, lifting his right hand to play with your hair as he found that doing so not only comforted you, but it comforted him, too.

~-~

Safin would be worried about you when he heard commotion nearby, and he rushed in the direction of it, thinking someone had tried to hurt you again. Safin frowned when he found you curled up on the floor, sobbing. “Y/n?” Safin spoke gently, before he made to crouch down beside you, a pained expression on his face. “What happened?” Safin questioned, looking around to see if anyone was nearby, in case they had hurt you.

“I fell down,” you whined, and he could see that you were lying, and he was infuriated by you lying to him.

“You didn’t fall down, Y/n, I can see that you’re lying!” Safin snapped, scaring you as you shuffled backwards, whimpering as your body began to visibly tremble. “Tell me the truth,” he demanded, “tell me someone did this to you, because I know they did.”

“Okay!” You cried, burying your face into your hands. “Someone - Someone tried to attack me,” you admitted, “and I think they were trying to kill the baby..” Safin grimaced, before he pulled you closer to him to cradle you. “I - I didn’t see - where they went, or what they look like, b-but..” You sniffled, resting your head on his chest. “Please say something,” you begged, wanting to hear his voice.

“I don’t know what to say,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, “I - I can’t even feel anything, but I know this is going to hurt me more tomorrow.” You nodded gravely as you looked away from him, feeling like a burden on him. “You need rest,” he uttered, before he carefully lifted you off of the ground, carrying you to his and your bedroom so you could try to get some sleep after what had happened.

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Further information: In the first part, Safin is referring to the reader’s pregnancy with his or her rapist’s baby.

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty prompt with a cute and fluffy ending

!TW: Swearing, implied swearing (‘cursed’), implied mention of murder, implied murder (not detailed), mild violence, mention of dead body (not detailed), implied suffering from depression, mention of cheating and mention of blood!

“It’s killing me to see you go,” Safin murmured, staring ahead of him as you packed your bag that you’d brought to the base from your house when Safin had allowed you to return to it. “Why are you leaving me again, angel?” Safin inquired, glancing up at you.

“I’m leaving because you scare me, Safin,” you answered truthfully, “that’s why.” Safin would be disappointed, lowering his head slightly to stare down at his hands. “I mean - Can’t you see how fucked up all of this is?” You asked, and Safin expressed confusion, glancing up at you. “Your whole operation is crazy, Safin,” you clarified, and Safin grunted, looking away from you. You stopped packing for a moment, focussing on him. “Why do you want me to stay when I say the things you don’t want to hear?” You questioned, and he frowned, looking back at you.

“I just feel alone, okay?” Safin admitted, embarrassed by his feelings. “I feel like I have no-one, even when I have my workers here with me,” he expressed, and you felt bad for him, reluctantly placing your hand on top of his.

You sighed heavily, deciding that you shouldn’t leave him like this. “Fine,” you replied, “I’ll stay.” Safin expressed relief, before he wrapped his arms around you, and you returned the hug, smiling softly as you rubbed his back to comfort him.

𖧷☭𖤍

“I didn’t think it would end this way,” Safin uttered, staring down at the floor, his eyes glistening.

“I’m sorry, Safin, it’s just,” you began slowly, “life is simpler when you’re gone. Me and Emily aren’t constantly in danger when we aren’t with you.”

Safin nodded gravely; he knew you were right. “Then - In that case,” he murmured, “you and Emily can go, angel.. Just tell me - Did I not mean anything to you, and when did you stop loving me?”

You frowned, shaking your head as you sat beside him. “I never stopped loving you, Safin,” you answered truthfully, “I’m just worried that Emily will get hurt, or taken; or that I will get hurt, or taken away from you.”

“But you know that I can protect you and Emily, angel,” he responded, “I’ve always been protecting you both ever since I brought you both here-”

“I know, Safin,” you interrupted, “and I can see that you’ve been trying your best to protect us, but - we just aren’t safe here - I don’t even trust your workers sometimes because a lot of them express clearly, when you’re not around, that they despise me.” Safin wore a pained expression on his face which was also mixed with anger; he hated that his own workers were still treating you poorly. You intertwined your fingers with his, and he forced himself to look up at you. “I’m sorry, Safin,” you stated, “if everything was normal, I’d gladly stay with you.” You sighed, feeling horrible for what you were doing as you wrapped your arms around him. “Maybe things could have been different in another life,” you mused, and Safin nodded gravely, beginning to wish he hadn’t taken over the operation.

Safin cursed himself for being so pathetic as tears filled his eyes, but he tried to hide them from you, keeping his head low and turned away from you. “I’ll tell the workers to prepare the helicopter for you,” Safin muttered, and you nodded.

“Thank you, Safin,” you responded, extremely grateful as you thought he wouldn’t let you go, at first.

“Anything for you, angel,” he replied dejectedly, and you tried not to feel bad, dragging yourself from the room.

↯

You would be shocked to come back home from work to find Safin waiting for you in your house, and you subconsciously dropped the bag of shopping; you’d made a quick trip to the local shops during your lunch break. “What - What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice barely audible; you were trying to recover from the shock.

Safin stood up, grinning as he slowly approached you. “You aren’t happy to see me, angel?” Safin responded, disappointed by your reaction.

You then remembered that you’d hired a nanny for Emily, and you tried to get into Emily’s room, but Safin stopped you before you could. “What did you do!?” You cried, scared that he’d killed her.

Safin tried to silence you by forcing you close to him, his hand covering your mouth. “Calm down,” he hissed, and you nodded, trying to stay calm as he withdrew his hand.

“What are you doing here, Safin?” You questioned as you turned to face him, keeping a gap between the two of you.

“I have to bring you back with me-”

You groaned, annoyed, especially after you reminded yourself that he’d let you go. “You said we could leave, Safin-”

“Well I changed my mind,” he interrupted, “I need you to come back with me, angel; I can’t live without you. I - I see your face everywhere, Y/n,” he mused, “don’t you get how painful that is for me?” You frowned, but hid your face from him; you didn’t want him to see that you felt bad for leaving him, though he allowed you to, himself.

You reminded yourself of the nanny you’d hired and become friends with, and you panicked. “I need to see that Hannah is okay-”

Safin pulled you back before you could get to Emily’s room, and you struggled against his hold for a moment, beginning to cry when you realised that Hannah must be gone. “She’s dead,” Safin uttered the obvious, “I’m sorry, but she’s dead. I couldn’t risk her telling anyone that she’d seen me here-”

“She doesn’t know who you are!” You cried, and Safin made to cover your mouth again, but you wouldn’t let him as you stepped back quickly a few times. You drew a shaky breath, trying to calm down again. “Look, it - it’s late, so you can stay, but,” you murmured, “I think it’s best if you stay away from me - I don’t want to be around you right now.” You made for the stairs, before you looked back at him. “You better get rid of that body and deal with the shopping, yourself,” you stated, before you pulled yourself up onto the first couple of steps. “And wash your hands before you put the shopping away,” you muttered, before you continued up the stairs laboriously.

𖧷☭𖤍

You would be surprised to come downstairs in the morning to find that Safin had actually done what you’d demanded for him to do, and you tried to keep quiet when you noticed him asleep on the sofa. You hoped he wouldn’t notice you as you advanced further into the room with the intention of picking up your bag; you were supposed to meet your friends for breakfast soon. “What are you doing up so early, angel?” You winced when you heard the sleepy voice, and reluctantly turned around to meet Safin’s concerned gaze.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but - I was going to go and meet with my friends to have breakfast with them in the local café,” you answered, and Safin frowned, disappointed as he sat up.

“I wasn’t ever enough for you,” Safin mused, and you shook your head slightly, stepping closer to him subconsciously, “I think you’ve made that clear. I guess I should have known that you loving me was too good to be true.” You wore a hurt look on your face, shaking your head again. “Be honest with me, angel,” he uttered, “will - he - be with you and your friends?”

You groaned, sitting on the edge of the sofa beside him. “No, Safin, he won’t- because I don’t want to have anything to do with him anymore - not after he-..” You sighed, bowing your head; it hurt you a lot to remember what James had done to you.

Safin inched closer to you; you hadn’t yet told him about what James had done to you, and he wanted to know what he’d done to make you like this. “What did he do to you, angel?” Safin inquired in a soft voice, and you begrudgingly decided to answer his question.

“He was continuously cheating on me behind my back,” you muttered, “before he walked out on me when I found out, and that’s all there is to it.”

Safin grimaced; he couldn’t believe that someone could ever do something like that to you. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, angel,” he responded, and you turned your face away from him when tears began to invade your eyes.

Before he could wrap his arms around you, you stood up, disheartening him as he wore a pained expression on his face. “My friends are waiting for me,” you mumbled, rushing into the hallway and out of the front door.

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Safin had tried to wait patiently for you, but he found that he couldn’t stop himself from panicking when you were gone for longer than he thought you would be. When he heard the door being unlocked, he rushed out to it, and you would be startled when he pulled you away from the door, closing it gingerly. Safin held you at arm’s length, his dark greyish blue eyes searching your’s. “You’re late,” he hissed, but his voice faltered when he noticed that you had a small blood stain on the kneecap area of your jeans and in the same area they had ripped quite a bit. Safin released your arms, a pained expression on his face. “What happened to you?” Safin inquired, his voice suddenly softer, and his expression less firm.

“I fell over,” you answered, embarrassed, your voice barely audible.

“You shouldn’t have gone out,” Safin muttered, and you would be surprised when he suddenly picked you up.

“Safin, what are you-” You panicked, hating to not have the support of the ground beneath your feet, and this prompted you to cling to Safin’s shoulders. “Put me down!” You cried, and Safin chuckled, amused as he deliberately slowly carried you over to the sofa. “I - I don’t want to die,” you whined, and Safin shook his head, smirking down at you.

“Are you really afraid to die, angel?” Safin asked, and you nodded quickly, burying your face into his shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he cooed, “I won’t drop you.” Safin then carefully lowered you onto the sofa, and you relaxed, breathing an audible sigh of relief. “I want you to stay on this sofa until your knee heals, angel,” Safin stated, “if you move, I will keep carrying you back to it.”

You lifted an eyebrow, glancing up at him. “How do you expect me to get to the toilet, or upstairs?” You questioned, and Safin sat on the edge of the sofa beside you.

“I will carry you to the toilet and I will carry you upstairs,” he answered, and you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Good, because I think I need to go to the toilet, now,” you responded, and Safin held back a grunt, making to pick you up again.

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Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Discovered [Shorter Prompt]

!TW: Gun, mention of home invasion worry, implied swearing (‘cursing’), violence (mild?)!

James had decided to visit you as you’d been quiet lately, and you appeared to be avoiding him recently. “James?” You uttered, surprised, and James noticed that you also appeared anxious. “W-What are you doing here-”

You would be cut off by the sound of a glass shattering, and James tried to see into your house, but you wouldn’t let him. James then pulled you closer to him when he heard a thud, thinking that you were in danger, and that someone had broken into your house. “Don’t panic, but,” he spoke gently as he took out his gun, “I think there’s someone else in your house.” You winced, beginning to worry for Safin as he’d been staying with you in your house because of Sylvia; she had been born not too long ago, and needed more time before you and Safin could take her back to the base. You panicked when James caught sight of Safin, and you began to fight against his hold, stopping him from shooting Safin. “Get off me!” James yelled, cursing himself for trusting you. “Get off!” James demanded, before he shoved you, hard enough to make you fall back.

Safin scowled, angry at James for hurting you. “Leave her alone!” Safin hissed, before he took out his gun, avoiding a bullet shot his way by James narrowly.

“Safin, run!” You cried, and Safin looked around the room, noticing a window that he could climb out of. Before James could run after him when he heard Safin opening the window, you lunged forward, grabbing his leg, making him trip and fall forward, dropping his gun as he did. You silently prayed that James wouldn’t find Safin, wherever he’d gone to hide, and you hoped that, when the coast seemed clear, he’d try and contact you to let you know that he’s okay.

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Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty Prompt with comfort, cute moments and a cute ending [Short Prompt]

!TW: Mention of nightmare, word ‘raped’/mention of previously being raped, hint of trauma, pregnancy/mention of being pregnant!

You cling to Safin as you bawl; you’d had a nightmare about the night you’d been raped, and were frightened. Safin was trying to comfort you by cooing sweet nothings to you, and it was working to some extent as your crying slowly began to cease. “S-Safin,” you whined, and he hummed in reply to show you that he was listening to you. “W-When things get crazy,” you began, placing your hand on his left cheek, “please don’t push me away.”

“I won’t,” he promised, before he slowly shuffled closer to connect his lips to your’s lovingly. “I couldn’t do that to you,” he added, before he lifted his hand to stroke your hair, knowing you liked it when he did.

𖧷☭𖤍

“To us?” You suggested as you lifted your teacup, and Safin smiled as he nodded; you both were celebrating after the perfect wedding day you’d both just had.

“To us,” he repeated, before he gently clinked his teacup with your’s.

𖧷☭𖤍

When you had gotten much closer to being eight months pregnant with his child, Safin reluctantly sent you back home, though he didn’t want to; he’d much rather you stay with him, and so when he got the chance, he decided to leave the base to see you; he hated being away from you. You would be surprised to come home to Safin waiting for you, smiling softly when he noticed you, before he stood up to greet you with a hug. You returned the hug, glad to see him, though you’d told him to stay at the base because he would be safer there. You then held him at arm’s length, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. “What are you doing here?” You inquired, and Safin lifted his hand to play with your hair; he’d missed doing so the past couple of weeks.

“I wanted to see you again,” he answered, “I - I’ve been missing you, Y/n.”

You smiled weakly, before nodding gravely. “I’ve missed you, too,” you admitted, and he pulled you into a hug again. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, glad that he’d decided to come and see you though you’d told him not to.

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Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty and Cute Prompt with a cute ending

!TW: Feeling ill/sick, implied being held in captivity (being in a cell), feeling dizzy (not extremely detailed), mention of being in pain, mention of fever/having a fever, Word ‘die’, implied swearing (‘cursing’ and ‘cursed’), mention of ibuprofen/medication/drug, mention of scars, mention of knife/knife/presence of knife, implied presence of blood (the red substance), threat/threat of violence!

Safin expressed concern for you when he found you acting as if you were sick in your cell; you were curled up in the corner, trembling and hugging yourself; you felt cold, though it was quite hot in the cell. “Y/n?” Safin spoke gently, worried about you as he crouched down beside you, but he tried to hide that he was genuinely worried about you. “What’s wrong?” Safin questioned, but you wouldn’t answer, turning away from him.

Safin frowned, a hurt look on his face. “I’m fine,” you uttered, “but why do you care?”

Safin faltered; he could never not care about you, especially after he’d developed these strange new feelings for you. “I care because-..” Safin murmured, but he then found that he couldn’t speak the words he wanted to. “Just - Just tell me what is wrong, Y/n; I want to help you,” Safin expressed, and you sighed, before you reluctantly turned to face him again.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, okay?” You muttered, your voice briefly trembling. “I’m just - really tired,” you mused, “and it’s extremely cold in here.”

Safin would be confused, a puzzled expression on his face; he didn’t feel cold, at all. “Cold? Y/n, it isn’t cold in here,” Safin contradicted, and you winced, attempting to sit up, but failing as you doubled over, coughing violently, and spluttering. “Y/n!” Safin exclaimed, protectively holding you close to him. You whimpered, feeling weak and dizzy all of a sudden, and Safin could feel that you were shaking in his hold. “You’re going to be okay, Y/n, I promise,” Safin assured, before he lifted you, and carried you out of the cell, intending to take you to his room, where he could keep watch of you, and treat you more efficiently. Safin laid you down on his bed, before he sat on the edge beside you, examining your behaviour as you began to shiver more, and whimper as you did. “Kitten- Y/n,” Safin whispered, correcting himself, but you hadn’t noticed the nickname he’d given you; you were too focussed on the pain you were in as your muscles had begun to ache, and your head was pounding excruciatingly. Safin lifted his hand to check your temperature, slowly laying his palm over your forehead to avoid scaring you. Safin winced when he felt how hot your forehead was, and how sweaty it appeared to be getting; he guessed that you must have somehow contracted a fever whilst you were in your cell. This realisation made Safin feel guilty for keeping you in the cell, and he wished he had done things differently when he had brought you to the island - maybe you even would have liked him more, or trusted him more if he did. “You have a fever, Y/n,” Safin informed, and you groaned, shaking your head. “But don’t worry,” Safin continued, “it will go soon; I will take good care of you, I promise.”

“You’re not going to let me die?” You inquired, surprised.

Safin shook his head, a pained expression on his face; he couldn’t let you die; he felt as if he needed you at his side, always; he believed you to be his soulmate. “I could never let you die, Y/n,” Safin answered, “I-..” Safin faltered, cursing himself for showing you his weaker side. “You’re important to me,” he admitted, and your expression would soften slightly; he’d never quite shown you his more sensitive side as much as he was now.

“Safin,” you managed to respond, but found that you felt too weak to continue talking. Your face contorted as your muscles began to ache more noticeably, and Safin tried not to panic; he didn’t like to see you in pain. “Let me get you some water, kitten,” Safin replied, before he left the room briefly to get you some water, and an ibuprofen pill, rushing back to you as soon as he had as he wanted to stay by your side for as long as he possibly could.

𖧷☭𖤍

You would be surprised to wake up one morning to Safin next to you; he was laying down beside you on the bed, when normally he fell asleep on the chair he was perched upon beside the bed; he’d moved it there so he could be closer to you. “Safin?” You whispered, but he wouldn’t respond to you; he was still asleep; he’d been exhausted after trying to stay awake the past few nights for you. You warily shuffled closer to him, examining the scars on his face closely as you hadn’t been able to see them in so much detail before. You then subconsciously lifted your hand, before you traced your index finger along one of the scars on his right cheek, but you withdrew your hand when you noticed him wince, and draw a sharp breath. “I - I’m sorry,” you murmured, feeling bad.

Safin shook his head, smiling reassuringly over at you to comfort you. “It’s okay, kitten,” Safin responded, his voice soft; he hadn’t realised that he’d called you the nickname at first, until he noticed the look on your face.

“‘Kitten?’” You repeated, and Safin faltered, looking away from you; he hadn’t intended to call you the nickname so suddenly. “You’ve given me a nickname, already?” You guessed, not knowing what to say as you never thought that he’d give you a nickname like ‘kitten’, especially after how he’d previously been treating you when he first brought you and Emily to the base. “Hey,” you murmured nervously, aware of how he might react to what you were saying, “you kept trying to tell me something yesterday.” Safin winced; he thought you hadn’t noticed. “What was it?” You inquired, and he hesitantly looked back at you, a pained expression on his face. “Were you trying to tell me that you love me?” You pried, and Safin wouldn’t know what to say, so he just nodded. “If you love me,” you began, “you need to stop your operation.” Safin grunted, shaking his head as he looked away from you again; he felt as if he couldn’t. “You can make it happen,” you assured, “shock everyone.”

“I can’t, Y/n,” Safin claimed, “I don’t want to give it up when it is doing so well.”

You scowled, before you turned away from him. “Well, I hope that someday you get a taste of your own medicine,” you spat, and Safin grimaced, shaking his head.

“Don’t say that to me, Y/n - Not you, of all people,” Safin replied, his voice barely audible as he shuffled closer to you. “May I - May I hold you, kitten?” Safin requested, and you reluctantly nodded; you felt as if you needed to be held; you needed to be comforted. Safin carefully wrapped his arms around you, and you subconsciously smiled weakly.

When he had been called away by one of his workers, you whined, not wanting him to let go of you. “I - I don’t - I don’t want you to leave yet,” you admitted, “p-please don’t let go of me.”

Safin frowned, feeling as if he should stay with you. “I won’t, kitten,” Safin reassured you, “they can deal with the problem themselves.”

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“Why are you holding a knife?” You questioned when Safin entered his room with a knife in his hand; you could see that it had a red substance on it, but you weren’t quite sure what it was as you couldn’t get a good look at it; he was trying to hide it from you, clearly.

“Don’t worry, kitten,” Safin responded, trying to soothe you, “a knife is only evil if the wielder is.” Safin then disappeared into his bathroom, and you could hear a rush of water; he’d turned the sink on, and was most likely cleaning whatever was on the knife.

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You would be surprised to wake up to Safin staring down at you, a pained expression on his face. “Safin,” you murmured, your voice cracking; you were still struggling with your fever, and therefore were still in his room with him.

Safin cursed himself for staring at you, looking away quickly. “I wish I could just ask you what you think of me,” Safin mused, and you turned your body more to face him fully.

“I haven’t decided what I think of you yet,” you expressed, and he hesitantly glanced back down at you, “I know you can change, Safin.” Safin faltered, before he hesitantly began to nod gravely.

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“If you wanted to see a sign that I hate you, you should have said, and I would have punched you in the face!” You hissed during an argument, and Safin frowned, a hurt look on his face - as well as being wounded by your words, he felt guilty for starting the argument, and failing to stop it.

“I - I’m sorry, Y/n,” Safin expressed, “I should never had started fighting with you.”

You sighed, before you stepped closer to him to wrap your arms around him. “I’m sorry, too, for what I said,” you expressed, “I didn’t mean it.”

Safin would be relieved, returning the hug; he’d really believed that you hated him after what you’d said. “I love you so much, Y/n,” Safin murmured, before he held you at arm’s length. You smiled shyly up at him, before you decided to connect your lips to his, surprising him, but he melted into the kiss, relaxing instantly.

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Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty Pregnancy Discovery Prompt [Short Prompt]

!TW: Pregnancy, mention of being pregnant/of pregnancy, anxiety (not extremely detailed), mention of previously being raped/word ‘raped’!

Safin would be suspicious that you were hiding something from him, but he never expected your secret to be that you were pregnant again. He’d noticed that you’d been acting differently recently, and you were wearing thicker jumpers despite the weather warming up on the Island, but you kept telling him that you weren’t hiding anything whenever he asked you if you were. Safin forgot about his suspicions briefly after a few weeks, and he smiled softly when he noticed you brushing your hair in the bathroom. You forced a smile when you noticed him behind you in the mirror, and tried to hide that you were feeling anxious when he began to approach you from behind. “D-Don’t-!” You squeaked when Safin wrapped his arms around you, but he’d already felt that there was a bump growing underneath your jumper.

Safin stepped back, surprised, and you reluctantly turned to face him, a pained expression on your face as you began to rub your arm nervously. “Y/n,” Safin began gently, “are you-?” You turned your face away from him, nodding slowly. Safin wondered why you seemed upset about it, and why you had tried to hide it from him, but he found that he briefly couldn’t think about his two questions as he threw his arms around you. You began to feel worse, your eyes glistening as tears began to invade them. Safin then held you at arm’s length, and you would try and hide that you were crying. “Let me see,” he practically pleaded, but you moved away before he could lift the lower half of your jumper to see the bump. Safin glanced up at you, and frowned when he noticed that you were crying. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” Safin questioned, worried about you.

“I..” You murmured, your voice trembling. “I - I don’t know if it’s your’s, or-..” You bowed your head, and Safin faltered, his smile fading. “When I first found out, it - it was-.. Only one week after we’d.. And-.. I was raped the week before that,” you explained, and Safin shook his head subconsciously; he couldn’t believe it. “I - I’m sorry,” you whined, feeling guilty when you noticed the look on his face. “I mean - There’s still a chance it’s your’s, b-but-” Safin then grimaced, before he turned to storm out of the room.

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Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty prompt with cute moments

!TW: Implied suffering from depression, mention of a fire, and loss within it/because of it, mention of wanting to commit suicide!

“Why are you doing this!?” You cried, and Safin grimaced as he looked up at you; he was currently in the middle of binding you to a chair.

“If you’re treated like a monster for long enough, you become one,” Safin spat, and you frowned, a pained expression on your face; you hadn’t meant to call him a ‘monster’, you were just angry and the two of you had been fighting when you said it.

“You aren’t a monster, Safin,” you stated, “I - I’m sorry for - for calling you one, but - I didn’t mean it. You should know that I would never, ever call you a monster deliberately, Safin; I love you, okay? More than anything.” Safin glanced up at you, gradually halting his tying of the rope. “I’m sorry,” you repeated gently, and Safin nodded his head once, before he began to untie you. Once he’d finished, you wrapped your arms around him, and Safin smiled weakly, before he returned the hug.

𖧷☭𖤍

You would be excited as you and Safin’s wedding was fast approaching, and you were looking around for him as you wanted to talk about it. “There you are-!” You faltered when you noticed him sank on the edge of the bed, his head bowed. “Safin?” You spoke gently, worried about him as you sat beside him. “A-Are you okay?” You inquired, and Safin reluctantly glanced up at you, and you frowned when you noticed that his dark greyish blue eyes were glistening.

“I wish my family could have met you,” Safin mused, his voice briefly trembling. You placed your hand on top of his, wishing you could take away the pain he was feeling. “Y’know,” Safin began again quietly, “all the memories come back, but they never do.”

You pulled him into a hug, and felt worse when you could hear that he had begun to cry. “How can one person be the source of so much pain?” You asked, before you lifted your hand to stroke his hair as shaky sobs escaped his lips.

“Have you ever felt this way, Y/n?” Safin inquired, looking up at you again.

You would think about it for a moment, a pained expression on your face. “Actually, yes - I have,” you admitted, “when I lost my mother in that fire-… I wanted to scream, I wanted to burst into tears, I wanted to get drunk and kill myself, but all I could do was stare at the wall in silence.”

Safin felt his heart sink, and he hesitantly intertwined his fingers with your’s to comfort you. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, angel,” Safin responded, and you shook your head, trying not to cry in front of him.

𖧷☭𖤍

You and Safin had started fighting again, and you were livid. “If you don’t like it, then why didn’t you leave when I gave you the opportunity to?” Safin questioned, his voice cold.

You shrugged, scowling at him as you did. “I guess you just never really see how toxic someone is until you breathe in fresher air. Y’know, maybe I was meant to be alone; I should never have decided to stay with you,” you spat, and Safin grunted, grimacing back at you. You then gave in, feeling bad for arguing with him again. “Let’s just stop, Safin - You know how this’ll end, anyway,” you murmured, and Safin tilted his head partially. You thought his action meant that he wasn’t sure, so you evaluated further what you meant for him. “Y’know - It’ll hopefully end with us making up,” you clarified, and Safin nodded, stepping closer to you.

“I know how it’ll end, Y/n,” he reassured, a soft smile playing on his lips, “of course I know. I just forgot how this began.” You nodded gravely, finding that you weren’t sure why you had been both arguing in the first place, either. “I’m sorry, Y/n,” he expressed, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I shouldn’t have let the fight go on.”

“I’m sorry, too, Safin,” you returned, resting your head on his chest as you hugged him back, “I hate fighting with you.”

“I hate fighting with you, too, angel,” Safin stated, before he gently lifted your face to his with two fingers beneath your chin, “I’ll try to stop it, if there is a next time we fight.”

“I - I hope there won’t be,” you whispered, before you connected your lips to his.

𖧷☭𖤍

You’d recently run into James whilst he was with Madeleine, and it upset you to see them together, and it even made you decide that you wanted to go with Safin back to the base; you felt as if you couldn’t face the pain of seeing them together again, and also you didn’t want them to distract you from your feelings for Safin. Safin would be surprised and delighted when you returned home early, and so he greeted you with a tight hug after you’d closed the door. “Are you okay?” Safin inquired when he noticed that you seemed upset, and you wouldn’t dare look up at him when he held you at arm’s length.

“I want to go home, Safin,” you answered, and he fell quiet for a moment, tilting his head partially. “Back to the island, with you,” you clarified, and a smile played on his lips; he couldn’t believe it at first, and when he realised you weren’t joking, loved that you’d called it your ‘home’, and was ecstatic. “I just - want to go somewhere where nobody knows my name,” you stated, and Safin nodded slowly, intertwining the fingers of his left hand with your’s. “Can we go?” You requested, and Safin nodded again, relieving you.

“Pack you and Sylvia’s stuff, and I’ll call for the helicopter,” Safin responded, and you nodded, setting yourself the task of packing bags for you and Sylvia.

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Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty Prompt with a brief cute moment

!TW: Implied suffering from depression, implied presence of anxiety (not extremely detailed)!

“So - Are you saying you wanna get a drink with me sometime?” You inquired, and Safin frowned, looking away from you.

“I know you feel what I feel, Y/n, but-..” Safin murmured, a pained expression on his face. “I - I can’t do that with you, no matter how much I wish I could..” Safin added, his voice close to a whisper.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, lifting your hand to his left cheek, prompting him to subconsciously melt into your touch, “I understand.”

Safin smiled weakly, his dark greyish blue eyes locking with your’s. “I plan to get to know you in every way that I can,” he stated, and you reflected his smile, before you shyly brushed your lips against his, until you felt confident enough to connect them to his.

𖧷☭𖤍

Safin would be shocked when he noticed you outside of the laboratory, and he rushed out to drag you back upstairs. “What were you doing down there?” Safin demanded, blocking the double doors once he’d gotten you through them.

“I - I just,” you stammered, nervous as you rubbed your arm, “I thought I’d see how you were doing; I was lonely.” Safin’s expression softened, and he hesitantly stepped closer to you. “What’s even going on down there?” You questioned, curious. Safin frowned, trying to think of an answer, but he found that he couldn’t. You tried to get past him, intending to find out, but he stopped you, a pained expression on his face. “Safin, let me see-”

“No,” he hissed, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” You questioned, suspicious of him; he’d not told you about his big plan whilst he was holding you captive in your old cell.

“It’s - A surprise, kitten,” he claimed, “I don’t want to ruin it for you.” You would lift an eyebrow, before you reluctantly nodded; you’d not seen enough of it to see that it couldn’t have been a surprise for you. “Just forget about it, okay?” Safin practically pleaded, and you nodded begrudgingly. “Thank you,” he murmured, before he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. You returned the hug, trying not to think about the ‘surprise’ anymore.

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“Can I ask you something?” Safin inquired, a pained expression on his face which concerned you.

“Of course you can,” you answered, lifting your left hand to play with his hair; you were trying to comfort him because he seemed upset, and you didn’t like to see him upset; you wanted him to be happy.

“Is me having these - strange feelings for you a bad thing?” Safin asked, and you frowned, shaking your head.

“No,” you responded simply, appearing slightly dejected by the question, “why would you think that?”

Safin looked away from you; he didn’t want you to see that his eyes were glistening - small tears had invaded them. “It’s just,” he began slowly, “you watch the people you care about grow old and die-.. And I don’t want to get hurt again.”

You shook your head, intertwining your fingers with his. “You won’t,” you reassured him, “and you shouldn’t think about - that, yet - you’ll only feel worse if you do.” Safin nodded gravely; he knew that you were right, but he found that he couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen to you, him and Emily. “Try and get some sleep, okay?” You concluded, before you wrapped your arms around him to try and comfort him and distract him even more.

“I’ll try,” he murmured, despite his knowing that he wouldn’t get any sleep at all that night; he’d be stuck thinking about it all night.

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Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Cute Prompt with angsty moments and a cute ending

!TW: Threat, mention of alcohol, mention of being stressed!

“Open the door before I break it down, Y/n!” Safin demanded; he was worried about you as you’d locked yourself in the bathroom after having a rather explosive fight with him, but you were too scared to open it; you thought he’d hurt you if you did. “Please, kitten, I - I’m sorry,” Safin begged, his voice trembling; he felt awful for fighting with you. “I - I love you,” Safin expressed, and you hesitantly pulled yourself up off of the floor with your hand on the sink beside you, “please come out; I will try harder this time to be different, Y/n, I promise.”

You reluctantly opened the door, and Safin’s eyes glinted; they were full of hope. “You really mean it, this time?” You pried, and Safin nodded quickly, desperate to fix things after the argument.

“I really mean it this time, kitten,” Safin assured, before you wrapped your arms around him. Safin smiled weakly, before he returned the hug, immensely relieved to see that you’d forgiven him.

𖧷☭𖤍

You, Safin and Emily were playing Hide and Seek; you’d convinced him to join you both, though he appeared worried that he’d do something wrong. Once he’d found you, he felt slightly more confident, and appeared smug. “You’re good at this,” you stated, and Safin beamed, pleased by your compliment. “Now we just need to find Emily,” you mused, “you check her bedroom to see if she’s in there, and I’ll look in the main room, okay?” Safin nodded, turning and walking in the direction of Emily’s bedroom.

Once he’d returned to you disappointed, you knew that he mustn’t have found Emily, also because you believed you knew where she was hiding. You led Safin out of the room, trying not to laugh and alert your presence to Emily. “She’s hiding behind the sofa,” you whispered, and Safin nodded slowly. “Do you want to-?” You inquired, gesticulating to the room she was in.

Safin shook his head; he wanted you to catch her because you’d found her. “You should do it, kitten,” Safin answered, “you found her.” You hesitated, before you smiled warmly at him, nodding. You turned and walked back into the room, before you looked behind the sofa, making Emily squeak in surprise and giggle as you picked her up and tickled her. Safin grinned as he watched you both, and you smiled sweetly over at him, before you offered her to him. Safin carefully accepted her from you, smiling lovingly down at her. Emily, now appearing to be quite worn out, rested her head on his shoulder, yawning and closing her eyes.

𖧷☭𖤍

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion,” you stated, before you pulled him toward the exit of the base, excited as it had been snowing, but Safin was just miserable; he’d got only a couple of hours sleep, before it began to snow - the flowers had to be covered, so he had to stay awake and assist his workers with the task of covering the flowers.

𖧷☭𖤍

The next day, when you found Safin pouring himself an alcoholic beverage, you took the glass from him, surprising him and annoying him. He was also embarrassed because you’d done it in front of a couple of his workers, too. “It’s six in the morning,” you stated, holding it away from him, “you are not drinking this early.” Safin grimaced, before he looked away from you; he’d slept poorly again, and was exhausted and stressed out. “What’s going on with you, Safin?” You inquired, worried about him as you sat beside him. “You’ve been so - miserable, lately,” you mused, “yesterday you weren’t even excited to go outside with me after it had been snowing; it’s fun, Safin, maybe you would have enjoyed it more if you at least tried to be happy-”

“I’m exhausted, Y/n,” Safin interrupted, “I don’t need this from you right now.”

You frowned, before you placed your hand on top of his. “You should go back to bed,” you suggested, “try and get some sleep-”

“I can’t,” Safin uttered, “my workers-”

“Your workers know what they’re doing, Safin,” you claimed, “they shouldn’t need to be managed every minute of the day.”

Safin groaned, before he bowed his head slightly. “You win,” Safin murmured, “but I won’t stay in bed for a long time.”

You shrugged, unperturbed. “Fine,” you responded, and Safin nodded his head once, before he stood up from his chair in the main room, making to go back to his and your bedroom.

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Safin would be surprised, when he woke up and got out of bed again, to find you comforting Emily; she was crying. “Don’t cry,” you cooed, “daddy will be back soon; he just needed some time to rest, okay?”

“Y/n,” Safin spoke up, and you expressed relief, looking back at him.

“He’s back now,” you informed Emily, who began to calm down, giggling as she reached for Safin.

Safin couldn’t help, but smile, before he let his eyes meet your’s. You smiled back at him, before you passed Emily to him carefully. “You’re wearing the dress I got for you,” Safin observed whilst Emily fiddled with his right ear, and you nodded, shyly rubbing your arm.

“I just wanted to organise something special for the both of us,” you explained, “I thought it might help, and distract you from the stress you’ve been experiencing lately.”

Safin grinned, flattered that you’d been so concerned about him. “How thoughtful of you, angel,” Safin replied softly, “thank you.”

“S-So,” you began again shyly, gesticulating to the dress you were wearing, “what do you think?”

Safin stepped closer to you, and you felt your cheeks heating up, but tried to hide it from him by turning your face away slightly. “I think,” Safin answered slowly as he gently turned your face back to his with his free hand, “you look beautiful.”

You began to feel flustered, and he smirked, noticing the dazed expression on your face, and the evident red blush on your cheeks. “Safin,” you whined, looking away from him again.

“It’s okay, kitten,” Safin whispered, before he turned your face back to his again to connect his lips to your’s.

𖧷☭𖤍

“I’m trying to have a conversation with you, Safin, but you’re making it too difficult to do that!” You cried, annoyed; he’d been consistently interrupting you; he didn’t want to hear that he was wrong for what he was doing. “Please just stop this,” you begged, and Safin grunted, shaking his head. You grimaced, before you folded your arms. “If you don’t stop this,” you uttered, “I’m leaving, and you’ll never see me, Emily, or Sylvia ever again!”

Safin faltered, looking up at you with a hurt look on his face. “Y/n,” Safin murmured, and you shook your head, stepping back when he stood up from the chair that he had been sitting in. “O-Okay,” Safin whispered, and you tilted your head partially, “I’ll stop.”

“You promise?” You pried, and Safin nodded quickly, desperate to keep you, Emily and Sylvia.

“I promise, kitten,” Safin expressed, “just please don’t leave me.”

You nodded, before you wrapped your arms around him, comforting him. Safin returned the hug, smiling weakly. “We won’t leave you,” you responded, “as long as you keep your promise.”

Safin nodded again gravely, and you smiled faintly up at him, before you led him to Emily and Sylvia’s bedroom so you could both check up on them. As you thought they would be, Emily and Sylvia were asleep, cuddling each other. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep like that,” Safin mused, and you nodded, smiling warmly down at them.

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