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angstyandromanticwriting · 9 months

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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.

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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.

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.

“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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“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! ❤️

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chieftyphoonchaos · 8 months

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🍵 A calm Safin Sunday 🍵

Wishing a peaceful Sunday and week to all our twits. Many loving greetings from me and my wife Mathilde in the forest where we first saw each other long ago.❤️💕

@daughterofthesilmaril @grumpyoutlaw @silverlambcaptain @neverendingstories00 @honestmysteries @one-boring-person @poptod @plumcurry @rxmi-mxlek @koshi-sama @nannoselliot @dorminchu @thefluffiestseahorse @moon-stars-soul @padawansubscription @sakurasoulgeneral @sapphicsandsupernatural @yagurlny @desdouxjardins @frombehindpaleeyes @cuckoo-on-a-string @glitter-and-gasoline @elliotmalek @chieftyphoonchaos @villainworshiper @crewman-penelope

#lyutsifer safin #mathilde safin #safin and mathilde #rose the hat #team safin #teamsafin #the safin family #safin sunday #Lyutsifer Safin & Mathilde swann

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ramimalekbrasil · 1 year

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Era 06 de janeiro de 2019 e o Beverly Hilton Hotel estava cheio de celebridades! Aquela seria uma grande noite, era a noite da 76a cerimônia do Globo de Ouro. Rami Malek chegou maravilhoso em um traje Givenchy, estava radiante! Ele já havia recebido cinco prêmios por Bohemian Rhapsody, mas aquela era a primeira vez que ele de fato concorria com outros atores!! A cerimônia começou, muitas categorias passaram e enfim a hora chegou! Richard Gere e Julianne Moore vieram ao palco. Richard anunciou a categoria Melhor Ator em Filme Dramático. Os candidatos foram anunciados. Ouvimos os nomes de Bradley Cooper, Willem Dafoe, Lucas Hedges, Rami Malek e John David Washington. E Julianne Moore com o envelope em mãos disse: And the Golden Globes goes to... Rami Malek!!!!!" E nós explodimos de felicidade!!! Lá com Rami, para festejá-lo, estavam seus amigos e companheiros de filme e sua família! E Graham King! E Brian May, Roger Taylor e Jim Beach! E seu discurso de agradecimento foi pura emoção! "Estou muito emocionado. Meu coração está batendo forte no meu peito agora." "É uma grande honra receber isto e ser contado entre esses atores extraordinários. Tenho o privilégio de ser contado entre vocês." "E é claro (obrigado) ao Queen. A você, Brian May, a você, Roger Taylor, por garantirem que a autenticidade e a inclusão existam na música e no mundo e em todos nós. Obrigado a Freddie Mercury por me dar a alegria de uma vida. Eu te amo, seu homem maravilhoso. Isto é para e por sua causa, lindo." ❤️ Há 4 anos esta foi uma noite muito, muito especial!! . #ramimalek #Notimetodie #safin #Teamsafin #Lyutsifersafin #semtempoparamorrer #mrrobot #elliotalderson #Thepacific #snafu #borhap #bohemianrhapsody #freddiemercury #TheLittleThings #safinsquad https://www.instagram.com/p/CnGNoDeMMpP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ramimalek #notimetodie #safin #teamsafin #lyutsifersafin #semtempoparamorrer #mrrobot #elliotalderson #thepacific #snafu #borhap #bohemianrhapsody #freddiemercury #thelittlethings #safinsquad

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hanateresaaa · 4 years

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Safin backstory, and his ties to Madeleine Swann

#Safin #teamsafin #Ramimalek #Notimetodie #jamesbond #Lyutsifersafin #Jamesbond25th #Elliotalderson #Teamrami #Bondvillain #Villain #Madeleineswann

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safinsscars · 3 months

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#team safin #teamsafin #lyutsifer safin #rami malek #james bond #nttd #mathilde swann #lisa dorah sonnet

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safinsscars · 6 months

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Lyutsifer Safin fanart on twitter

#team safin #teamsafin #lyutsifer safin #flower girl #artists on twitter

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safinsscars · 6 months

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#team safin #teamsafin #lyutsifer safin #rami malek #nttd

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safinsscars · 2 months

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Some Valentine's Cards for us Lyutsifer Lovers ...

#team safin #teamsafin #lyutsifer safin #valentine cards #valentine #valentine's day #lyutsifer safin Valentine greetings #rami malek fandom #rami malek

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safinsscars · 4 months

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#team safin #teamsafin #lyutsifer safin #rami malek #nttd #ramimalek #james bond #safin #no time to die #my edit

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safinsscars · 1 year

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#team safin #teamsafin #lyutsifer safin #rami malek #nttd #ramimalek #james bond #no time to die #safin #film edit #james bond fandom #Rami malek character

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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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.

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“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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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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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.

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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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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Angsty Prompt with a cute ending

!TW: Kidnapping/Mention of being kidnapped, violence, captivity/being held in captivity, implied suffering from depression, mention of being held hostage, hint of recalling traumatic memories, mention of loss, mention of fire, insult, swearing, mention of gunfire, mention/presence of blood, mention of being in pain, mention of attempted murder/assassination, mention of surgery, mention of stitching, mention of stitches!

“Maybe it really was wishful thinking,” you murmured, a pained expression on your face, and Safin smirked; he liked to see that he’d finally convinced you that nobody was looking for you - it meant that you wouldn’t have much more reason to leave him, and meant that you’d potentially stop trying to contact your friends. “Maybe they aren’t looking for me,” you muttered, your voice close to a whisper.

“You don’t need them to,” he stated, “you’re going to be happy here, I promise.” You groaned, shaking your head. Safin frowned, wishing you’d give your new life a chance. “Why can’t you just try to be happy here, with me?” Safin inquired, trying not to sound too dejected.

“I’d rather wait the rest of my life for my friends to find me,” you expressed, and Safin scowled, before he gripped your chin roughly.

“They will never find you!” Safin snapped, startling you as you subconsciously whimpered, prying your gaze from his. “They have forgotten about you,” he claimed, “why is that so hard for you to believe? Nothing lasts forever, Y/n,” he added, “I learnt that the hard way.” Safin released your chin, looking away from you; he didn’t want you to see that he was upset. “After what happened to me and my family, I thought somehow they’d come back for me, and take me with them,” he admitted, “but they never did.” Safin then grimaced down at you, and you wouldn’t know what to say, trying not to feel bad for him after he’d kidnapped you and been holding you hostage, but you struggled because you knew how he felt after you’d lost your mother in a fire. “You’ll learn to like being here with me soon enough,” he uttered, before he turned to walk out of your cell, leaving you in the dark listening to the guard outside locking the cell door back up again.

𖧷☭𖤍

After you had been complying more, Safin decided to give you slightly more freedom, letting you out of your cell with one of his security guards following you around. You would be disappointed when you realised Safin was trying to avoid you, and tried to confront him when you got the chance, which appeared to you in the form of coming across him outside in the Poison Garden; he was talking to his workers in a stern manner. Once he had finished, and turned around, he would be shocked to find you stood behind him. “Y-Y/n-”

“Could you stop feeding the cryptids your lies? They’re starting to think you’re some sort of royalty,” you interrupted, and Safin frowned, looking away from you. “Why are you avoiding me, Safin?” You questioned, lifting an eyebrow.

“Avoidance is what I’m best at,” he answered, reluctantly letting his eyes meet your’s, “I can’t let that kind of talent go to waste, so I have to keep practicing it. Now if you don’t mind, I have business I need to attend to.”

You grimaced, watching as Safin walked away. “Asshole,” you uttered, your voice barely audible; you wished he’d at least try and make an effort to keep you company; you wanted to spend time with him because you wanted to get to know him more.

𖧷☭𖤍

You would be shocked to wake up to shouting, and gunfire, and your mind subconsciously raced to Safin. You sat up, feeling your body beginning to tremble. You forced yourself to your feet, and rushed over to the cell door, banging on it when you found that it was locked. “Help!” You cried, and would step back when you heard the door being unlocked on the other side. You drew a sharp breath when you noticed that it was Safin who had unlocked the door, and he was leaning heavily against the wall beside it, his hand which appeared to be stained by blood held over his side. “W-What happened-”

“No time to explain, Y/n,” he interrupted dismissively, trying to hide that he was in quite a bit of pain, “r-remember how I saved your life not too long ago?” Safin inquired, his voice briefly trembling. You nodded slowly as you thought back to the day he had saved you from the men from Spectre sent to kill you for a reason unbeknownst to you. “Well now I need you to save mine,” he murmured, and your eyes widened; you’d not had much experience in the medical field, but had a short period of work experience as a nurse, in which time you’d had to perform surgery and stitch up your patient’s wounds.

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After you’d treated Safin to the best of your ability, you stayed with him until he woke up, relieved when you heard him beginning to stir. Safin looked over at you when he felt you holding his hand, a weak smile playing on his lips. “You’re still here,” he mused, and you nodded. “I - I didn’t think you’d stay,” he admitted, and you frowned, a pained expression on your face.

“Of course I stayed,” you responded, “this is a battle I’m choosing to fight now, and I will not run from it. I haven’t forgotten the nights you stayed up with me in my cell. They made a difference, they really did, because I started seeing that you aren’t the bad person I thought you were before.”

“You love me,” Safin assumed, and you hesitated, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“I might,” you corroborated, and Safin smirked, pleased.

“Lay with me, kitten,” he commanded gently, and you nodded, before you shyly laid down beside him, your eyes locked with his dark greyish blue ones. “Thank you,” he whispered, “what did I do to deserve you?”

You would think about his question, yourself. “I’m still trying to figure that out, myself,” you answered, lifting your hand to his left cheek, before you withdrew it, worried that he would be angry at you touching him. “S-Sorry,” you murmured, and Safin shook his head, smiling reassuringly over at you.

“It’s okay,” he claimed, before he attempted to shuffle closer to you, wincing as he did.

“D-Don’t move,” you whined, not wanting his stitches to break, so you hugged him to try and stop him from moving. Safin hesitated, before he returned the hug, relaxing after a moment. “Are you comfortable like this?” You inquired, worried that you keeping him in this position would hurt him.

“I’m fine, angel, don’t worry about me, okay?” Safin stated, and you smiled weakly, nodding whilst revelling in the feeling that you belonged in his arms.

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

!TW: Captivity, being tied up/tied to a chair, mention of being kidnapped/word ‘kidnapping’, mention of heart attack, panic attack/mention of panic attack, word ‘killed’, mention of nightmare, mention of loss, implied suffering from depression, mention of bodies/corpses, mention of fire/implied loss due to a fire, word ‘died’, mention of dioxin/poison!

“How much longer will this last, kitten?” Safin inquired after you’d flinched away from his touch again, a look of hatred upon your face; you were still bound to a chair, so you couldn’t attack him or try to run whilst the cell door was open. “For how much longer will you show such disdain for me?” Safin clarified, and you scowled up at him.

“I’ll never stop despising you,” you hissed, and Safin would be disappointed by your answer.

“That’s a shame,” he responded, his voice close to a whisper, “but I’m sure I can make you change your mind about me.” You scoffed, shaking your head; you vowed that you would always hate him for kidnapping you and your daughter, and for planning to kill so many innocent people. “Why do you hate me, little dove?” Safin pried, stepping closer to you, before he crouched down in front of you to make you feel more comfortable. “If you tell me, maybe I can do something to change your feelings toward me,” he mused, his dark greyish blue eyes glinting.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” You questioned, your voice full of disbelief; you didn’t think he’d be so oblivious about why you might hate him. Safin nodded, trying not to lose his patience with you. “Okay, well, first of all - I hate you for separating me and my daughter. Secondly, I hate you for kidnapping us. Thirdly, I hate that you have me tied to a chair, and fourthly-”

“Stop,” Safin hissed, interrupting you, trying to hide that he was hurt by the many reasons you appeared to have. Safin sighed, before he lowered his gaze to the floor. “Okay,” Safin began again, before he glanced up at you, “do you want to see your daughter?”

You faltered, surprised; you weren’t expecting the question from him. “You’ll let me see her?” You whispered shakily, and Safin nodded, before he stood up to untie you.

𖧷☭𖤍

When Safin began to feel guilty for leaving you in your cell without anything comfortable to sleep on, he decided to bring you a spare pillow and a blanket; he wanted you to trust him, and to like him, even. Safin would express concern for you when he opened the cell door to find you curled up, whimpering and trembling in a corner of the cell. ��Y/n,” Safin spoke gently, and a breathless sob escaped your lips, before you looked up at him, your glistening eyes pleading for him to help you.

“Help,” you whined, feeling as if you were about to have a heart attack as your heart was beating rapidly and violently. “Help!” You cried, and Safin rushed to your side, before he crouched down beside you, making to hold you closer to him by wrapping his arms around you. Safin lifted his hand carefully to brush away beads of sweat from your forehead, wondering what had happened to you. “I’m - I’m scared,” you whispered shakily, before you began to breathe heavily again as you struggled to speak due to the shortness of breath you were experiencing. “I - I think I’m going to-” You whimpered, clinging to his shoulders to stabilise yourself; you were frightened, certain that you would have a heart attack and be killed by it. “Please help me,” you repeated as you began to cry, sobbing uncontrollably.

“You’re going to be okay, kitten,” Safin promised, lifting his hand to stroke your hair, “I’m here for you.” You nodded, relieved as you buried your face against his shoulder, taking in his comforting scent which began to distract you. “Just breathe slowly and deeply, okay? You’ll calm down faster if you do,” he advised, and you tried to do as he said, slowly beginning to feel better.

When you felt as if you could, you looked up at Safin. “Y-Y’know,” you began, your voice weak and barely audible, “you’re not as bad a guy as I thought you were.”

Safin couldn’t help, but smile warmly down at you. “What happened to you, Y/n?” Safin inquired, at first assuming that maybe you’d had a nightmare, or one of his workers had done something to you without him knowing about their action or actions.

You sighed gravely, before you looked away from him. “I.. I just had a stupid panic attack, that’s all,” you murmured, “I’ve had one before.” Safin frowned, before he intertwined his fingers with your’s. “I haven’t had one since I was a young girl, after I lost my mother,” you recalled, a pained expression on your face. “Did I wake you up?” You inquired, feeling bad.

Safin shook his head, before he gently squeezed your hand to comfort you. “No, kitten,” Safin answered, and looked over his shoulder when he remembered that he had brought you the blanket and pillow. “I actually came to give you these,” Safin admitted, reaching over to grab the pillow and blanket after he’d reluctantly withdrew his arms from you.

You smiled when you noticed the pillow and blanket; you were flattered to hear and see that he had been worried, and thinking about you. “You - You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to,” he interrupted, “I’m sorry for letting you sleep uncomfortably like this for all this time, little dove; I should have been more considerate. I guess I shouldn’t have left you alone in here, either-”

“You didn’t know that this would happen, Safin,” you reminded him, “and - you could have left me all alone to suffer, but - You didn’t.”

Safin nodded slowly, another soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’m going to set up another room for you, kitten,” Safin planned, “I don’t want to keep you in here anymore.”

You would be surprised, but welcomed his decision. “Thank you so much,” you responded, trying not to hug him as you knew he might not like it if you did.

Safin’s smile grew, before he nodded again, slowly rising. “You’re welcome, angel,” Safin replied, before he walked out of the cell, leaving you alone again.

𖧷☭𖤍

The first time you came across Safin crying surprised you; he’d appeared so strong in front of you before, but here he was in his room sat in bed with his face in his hands - something he’d never intentionally allow you to see. You knocked on the door of his bedroom softly, before you eased it open slightly more; you assumed he must have left it open because he thought no one would find him like this at night time, when they would normally all be asleep. “A-Are you okay?” You inquired, and Safin winced, before he lifted his hand to wipe away his tears, though you’d already heard that he’d been crying. “Did you have a nightmare?” You pried, before you warily advanced further into the room. Safin didn’t dare respond, or look up at you. “If you tell me what’s wrong, I could help you,” you stated, and Safin hesitantly glanced up at you.

“If I told you what is wrong,” Safin began, “I’d have to tell you everything, and I’m not prepared to do that.”

You shook your head, smiling reassuringly at him. “You don’t have to tell me everything,” you responded, “just what happened in your nightmare, if you like.” Safin reluctantly began to consider your proposal, before he begrudgingly nodded. “May I - Sit beside you, please?” You requested, and Safin nodded, nervously watching as you climbed onto the bed, before you shuffled closer to him. “So - What happened in your nightmare?” You asked, curious.

Safin gazed down at his hands, a pained expression on his face. “Something that happened years ago, now,” Safin answered, his voice quiet as he was afraid of it breaking in front of you, “everything seemed normal at first, when the banquet held for my family by Spectre began, but-” Safin faltered when he remembered the sight of his siblings beginning to cry, and claw at their throats, before they made to try to and run, whilst Safin managed to hide himself under the table with a white sheet which acted as a curtain, hiding him as he tried to struggle silently; he, too, was beginning to feel the effects his siblings had been feeling. You warily moved your hand toward his, wanting to comfort him as you placed it on top of his left hand. “Suddenly - My siblings began to cry, and - They were clawing at their throats as if something was burning them,” Safin continued, “when they tried to run with my mother and father, the Spectre agents began to chase after them, and I took shelter under the table, trying not to claw at my throat like my siblings had been. Then - When everything went quiet, I reluctantly got out from under the table, hoping to find my parents and siblings waiting for me so I could escape with them, but their bodies were being carelessly carried away by the agents who’d chased after them. And I hate myself because all I did was run and hide-”

You frowned, before you intertwined your fingers with his to gently squeeze his hand; you knew how he felt after what had happened to your mother in the fire. “You were only a child,” you reminded him, “you did the best that you could do at that point.”

Safin shook his head, feeling as if he should have saved his family, or died with them. “No, Y/n, I didn’t,” Safin uttered, grimacing, “I shouldn’t have been the only one of my family to survive. I should have consumed as much dioxin as them-”

“Don’t think like that, Safin,” you whined, and he reluctantly looked over at you. “If you think like that all the time, you’re only going to feel worse,” you assured, “trust me; I know that that is what happens.”

Safin sighed heavily, before he looked away from you again. “I don’t know what is better to think about, kitten,” Safin expressed, and you nodded gravely, knowing that it is difficult to find something else to take your mind off of the things that burden it.

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