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crewman-penelope · 4 months

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From one Botanist to another - Part 9

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6 * Part 7 * Part 8 *

Part 9 Heat

Smutty chapter, workplace sex

You could not let go. He couldn't either.

His hands on your hips were in a soothing way demanding. Safe.

His kisses, sloppy and unsure at first, became greedy. A tongue twister.

Your hands slipped underneath his blue wool cloak, touching his silken shirt. Without thinking, you tugged at the buttons.

Morningstar broke the kiss.

For a moment you were in shock. Afraid, you were too demanding.

He looked at you with a steady eye, scanning your face, making a decision.

Eventually, he turned to the laboratory door and looked it.

Turning back to you, he got rid of his cloak.

Time stood still.

The silence between you both thick and tense as he stepped closer, reaching out for your face.

"Lupine..", he mumbled, and it sounded like a plea. His hands cupped your face as he guided his lips to your mouth again.

Your heart drumming wildly in your chest, you went for his shirt.

The black buttons felt like hail on the ground as he shoved you on the workbench. Cold air bit into your skin as he lifted your dress. Your hands busy with the waistband of his trousers, already frustrated not to find the opening buttons.

He slapped your hands away as he pressed you deeper on the bench.

No foreplay. The past between you was tease enough.

It hurt a moment. It was a welcoming experiment. Thick flesh, throbbing, coated in arousal, moistured with your excitement, pushed and pushed and thrusted, with the only goal to conquer you.

Your hands tried to get hold of everything. His shoulders. His hair. The centrifuge aside you.

Shouting Morningstars name with squinted and teary eyes, you let him take you, while relishing in the mixture of pain and pleasure. His rough thrusts. His soft lips on your collarbone. His chocolate voice in your ear, praising you.

Eventually - to your relief as disappointment - you heard Morningstar grunting deeply and animalic, while wetness filled you up. His grip were shockingly firm as he pumped his seed inside you.

A memory of the past, just a sentence, crossed your mind, and you had to bite your tongue not to giggle.

I would be interested in a conversation as your seed

One should be careful what to wish for.

He held you steady on the workbench, while slipping out of you, watching you as he got his clothes in order.

The trousers firmly zipped up, his black silken shirt, now buttonless, tugged firm in it. His dishevelled hair quickly combed with his finger. His breath still harsh.

You open your mouth ... but he rose a hand to stop you from speaking.

"I propose a chat and a ... eahm ... more calmer replicate of our closeness after dinner."

You blinked quickly, unsure what to answer.

"I shall now let you enjoy your new playground, Lupine. If that is okay with you?"

"I. Well, perhaps I should have a little wash-up -"

"No."

Taken aback, you stopped in your motion.

Morningstar blinked slowly, calming himself, maybe? He looked to the centrifuge, then back to you.

"I want you to stay as dishevelled and ... soaked as you are right now. I will clean yourself up before dinner." Stepping closer to you, he watched you with interest. "You understand, Lupine?"

You looked at him with burning cheeks. "Yes, Doctor. I think I do."

Morningstar started to grin - quite proudly - and left you to your work.

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yns-world · 2 years

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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 · 1 year

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Cute prompt

“Don’t you remember what hugs feel like?” You asked Safin, who didn’t dare look up at you, awkwardly shifting on his feet.

“I think I forgot what human contact felt like,” Safin admitted, his voice quiet, as if he were ashamed or embarrassed at himself. You slowly approached him, wrapping your arms around him. Safin tensed for a few moments, before relaxing, hugging you back. “This feels nice,” he confessed. You then hesitantly pulled out of the hug, trying to place a small kiss on his lips, but he stopped you, stepping back. “You’re legally obligated to keep holding me, but I’m not ready for - that - yet,” he murmured, his voice hushed and shaking.

You sat back down on the chair and he sat opposite you, averting his gaze to the window. “So - Didn’t your family ever give you any sort of contact? Surely they’ve hugged you before,” you pried, though you felt bad for trying.

Safin wouldn’t meet your gaze, he was too afraid. “My family were never the touchy feely type,” Safin recalled. “I haven’t been hugged in years, until now,” he lifted his gaze to meet your’s. “Nobody has ever done that to me before, I’ve never felt anything like it. Can you do it again?” Safin asked and you nodded, pulling him into another hug, which he leaned into. “I just want to be held for a little while,” he confessed, feeling weak, but he didn’t care, not at this moment. “Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?” You shook your head, feeling as if you could stay wrapped in his warmth for a day. “I’ll always be in desperate need of your hugs, just to keep me sane. I never want to let go,” he spoke softly.

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villainworshiper · 2 years

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«Deadly Waltz»

>Lyutsifer Safin/Gn Reader

Dedicated to @crewman-penelope who encouraged this idea <3 and of course all the people who liked that early post, thanks!

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You heard distant music at the end of the hallway. You knew Safin used to play music to stimulate his plants, he treated them like his children and it showed in the vibrant color of each leaf that was born under the warm sun that caressed his garden every day.

Usually it was classical music but this time the theme was very different. Paying attention to certain lyrics you recognized a song from the 40's, you used to let it play in the background to better concentrate on your studies in the lab when the task was especially difficult and it didn't escape your attention when you heard it playing over the loudspeakers in the garden.

"I don't want to set the world on fire."

"I just want to start..a flame in your heart."

Without thinking you approached, still without descending the large steps but visible enough so the one who cared for his beloved plants would recognize your presence among the guards surrounding the area. He was arranging the leaves of one of his poisonous ones, it was taller than him and you were surprised how close he was without being afraid its roots would touch his face without any protection. You couldn't really argue with him since you knew much less than he did about botany so you let the warning you were about to exclaim aloud get stuck in your throat.

"I see you, come here." He said snapping you out of your trance.

You weren't sure about entering much less without protection of any kind but even before you could get up any courage to leave Lyutsifer made an appearance in front of you extending one of his hands once his gloves were discarded on the way. You didn't doubt him so now you were guided into the center of the garden by his warm hand.

"Dance with me."

He was a man of few words concise with his actions and thoughts his presence was the one that most communicated his way of imparting and directing others but something else was hidden, something that enchanted the moment you had him in front of you and you knew it because despite the fear he could instill in the lives of others no one was working for obligation in that place, he was a person who could easily guide you to the deepest rings of hell without you realizing it until you were on your knees in the mud, sinking.

You took his hand and he took yours, placed the remaining one on your back as you held his shoulder. You had danced this way before but with Lyutsifer you felt the nerves of an inexpert dumbass to make any mistake. He however placed his forehead against yours the moment you lowered your head and looked down at your feet not knowing what to do, nerves was not the feeling that could describe the closeness with that man, it was pure vertigo.

"Do not be afraid, I will guide you."

"I know how to dance.." You finally had the courage to speak in a soft voice, raising your face barely brushing the tip of your nose with Safin's.

His lips formed a small smile more like a thin curve that left an unsure feeling in your stomach not knowing if it was a genuine gesture of happiness or if he was uncovering your thoughts.

Another song began to play and your movements followed his, it was a slow waltz but very fluid. Your mind was focused on looking at a fixed point other than his eyes, those penetrating eyes that from the minute he saw you arrive never took off from your being as if you were a specimen worthy of admiration, the most beautiful plant in the place did not compare to how intense his gaze was on you and you knew that if you looked up you would feel things at the moment were hard to admit.

You were not only alert of his gaze but also the numerous natural species surrounding your body, Safin had taken you in the lightness of his dance to an area where his garden bloomed with such colors and shades never seen before, a peculiar kind of flower with an intense reddish at the base that ended in a white gradient kept your attention and if anything you could affirm that was engraved like fire in your memory was the moment he told you, "The most striking flowers are the most dangerous."

You felt your heart stop in your chest as one of these plants caressed your leg when you passed by, for inertia you attached your body towards Lyutsifer's looking for safety he instead seemed to hold a low chuckle as he caressed your lower back.

"Its poison has no effect unless with your bare skin."

Even as he said it you were not reassured to accidentally brush against any of the surrounding leaves again and the further away you were from them more attached your body was to Lyutsifer who didn't seem uneasy having your face against his shoulder.

"I would never kill you, not right now darling. I would die along in your arms if that happend."

Those words made you look up finding a confident look in what he was saying, minutes before you were frozen with fear now your pulse was racing so fast that you could barely concentrate on your steps because of your nerves. Safin was not a lying person if there was anyone more honest in this world you would love to meet them because didn't fit in your head that anyone was more honest than him and those words sounded like pure truth, an intense declaration of something you didn't expect to be mutual.

With his body he guided you to another area of the garden, with a gentle gesture he leaned your body back for you to trust into his arms the classic position of a dancing couple where you let yourself fall, without hesitation you put all your weight on him who leaned you until your face was under another very beautiful flower.

"Go on, smell it."

And you did, that was the richest perfume ever entered your system that flower possessed a sweetness mixed with an intense itch that didn't quite burn your nose but left it tingling as Safin took you up again, standing face to face he waited for your response.

"I really liked that flower."

"It always reminds me of you."

Your gesture of confusion was enough to elicit a brief chuckle this time.

"Sweet with a mysterious itch that's hard to spot the first time."

"And it's poisonous?"

"Not if treated with care."

There at those words you understood something, maybe he knew more about you than you thought. You also understood that not only was your interest so obvious but that he himself from afar had noticed it and was waiting for the right moment to reveal he felt the same.

There into a poisonous garden continued this deadly dance among the reeds, you lost track of how long you danced with him that day it was very easy to get lost in the calmness of his voice when he spoke, you calmed yourself with the vibrations of his chest were you rested your head closing your eyes. Having confessed those things nothing else mattered around, you just wanted to share moments like this because now your heart was truly intoxicated with fervor by his presence.

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safin-supremacy · 1 year

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Cute prompt

You smiled shyly when Safin placed his hand on your cheek, and he smiled back at you warmly, his eyes locked with your’s. “I have never known closeness like this,” he mused, and you nodded slowly in agreement - in a way, you hadn’t, either, especially after James had admitted to being unfaithful to you. Safin closed the gap between the both of you, hooking an arm around your waist possessively. You felt your cheeks heating up, and Safin grinned when he noticed. “There it is,” he whispered, brushing over the faint red blush with his thumb, “the blood that is rare and as sweet as cherry wine.”

“Safin,” you whined, managing to pry your eyes from his with great effort, lowering your head slightly.

Safin grinned; he liked to see that he had this effect on you. “Don’t hide from me, angel,” he spoke gently, lifting your face back to his with two fingers beneath your chin. “You won,” he stated, “you’ve succeeded in reshaping me; you’ve given me another reason to live, though you had to cut me apart to do it, and I said it was creation to reassure you; you were afraid of what you were doing to me. I can still feel the knife,” he mused, “but it takes time for cuts to heal, doesn’t it?” You nodded, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Ever since you performed such an operation on me,” he began again, “whatever I’ve done, I’ve done it for love.”

𖧷☭𖤍

Safin would examine the mark on his neck, and he grinned at you in the mirror. You would be embarrassed, rubbing the back of your neck. “I love the way you show me I’m your’s,” he mused, stepping closer to you, “and how you show me that you are mine.” Safin placed his hand on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch. “I love you so much I’m going to let you kill me one day,” he remarked, and you shook your head; you could never hurt him. “You really wouldn’t? Even after how I treated you before?” Safin responded, surprised.

You shook your head, smiling softly at him. “I kissed your scars, even after you hurt me,” you replied, and he nodded, glad that you had given him more chances.

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safinsscars · 2 years

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I need a favour...

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alessiathepirate · 6 months

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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..."

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padawansubscription · 1 year

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The Refill.

Pairing: lyutsifer safin x gn!reader

Summary: a direct sequel to spilled milk (tea). safin brings you a gift to make up for your loss

Word Count: 1.5k

Notes: power imbalance/the start of a workplace romance (reader calls safin ‘sir’), mention of character deaths, two people mourning their familial losses, reader anxiety in the beginning

A/N: new year, new fic! it’s been ages since i’ve written anything here, so naturally i had to come back with safin. also, feelings are blooming in this chapter?? it’s about damn time 😭 and shout out to @crewman-penelope for always tagging me on your sunday safin posts! they’re great reminders that i love this wretched man

as usual, no beta reading. open to feedback! hny y’all!

You don’t like Primo. Sure, you’re no saint yourself, but at least you don’t manhandle people like he did. The man caught you by surprise. One moment, you’re leaving the office. The next, you’re pulled into a dark, mysterious hallway with instructions to follow him.

You were about five minutes in when you finally voiced your confusion. “Where are we going?” Are you going to kill me? Did Safin order this? Because of what happened last night?

He stopped, causing you to run into his back with a light “oomph!” Rubbing your nose, you looked over his shoulder, finding a flight of stairs that led to a dark entryway. If impending doom was an architecture, it'd be this.

“Go.” He stepped aside, gaze cold and void of any indication regarding your circumstance. If anything, he looked irritated.

You took your first step, then your second, before looking back at him. But Primo did little to nothing to ease your mind. With a sigh, you willed your legs to carry you to the very top until...

“Doctor.”

Safin knelt in front of a table. Ever the composed gentleman, he smiled upon your arrival and gestured to that mat on the other side of the table across from him. He held onto a cup of tea, its half-empty content evident of his patience. “Take a seat.”

“Sir,” you returned his greeting and obliged. Your eyes roamed the space around you, taking in its bare form. It felt unfinished, unused. Only the table, mats and lamp occupied the room. The cold concrete covered the walls from top to bottom with the exception of the left wall, which featured a peculiar gaping hole.

“I brought you a gift.” Your attention snapped back to the man on the floor. His smile widened. He almost looked...excited? It was an odd thought. You’ve seen Safin smile before but they were always composed and polite. This was borderline eager in your book. He lifted a cup previously hidden behind the table and—

“Sir. Is that boba?”

“From the very same shop.”

“How did you-? But,” you stuttered. As far as you knew, the island was miles away from any civilization. “Did you go to London today?” You asked, trying to connect the dots in your mind because your boss didn’t travel to London just to get you boba?

"No. Primo did.”

“For a mission?”

“For this.” He pursed his lips, head tilting as he scanned your expression. “You’re upset.”

“No! I- I’m just-,” the words failed to form until you finally exhaled, “I’m just surprised.”

"I see.” His smile remained, but it was tense, not quite reaching his eyes anymore. He slowly retreated his hands, the cup dragging along the table, leaving behind a trail of condensation.

"Wait!” You grasped the cup without thinking, your fingers brushing against his knuckles as you held onto the top. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I’m just...confused and also kind of worried that I may have inconvenienced you over milk tea.”

His eyes dropped to your hand, then back up. “You can just say thank you.”

“Yes. Right. Thank you.”

“You’re very difficult to please.”

“I’ve been told I can be difficult overall,” you chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. But his frown deepened, and you swallowed hard as brought the drink to your lips. “Again, thank you.”

Holy shit.

One sip was all it took. The flavors hit your taste buds all at once; you’ve forgotten how sweet milk tea can be. The past two years haven’t been bland per se, but they were certainly nutritional and healthy, focused on sustaining the island’s employees in optimal condition. Sugar existed, but it was minimal. You may or may not have had some withdrawals in the beginning. “Shit,” you whispered, “This is good. I forgot how much I missed boba.”

“Tell me. What else did you miss?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Surely, there’s more to your past life than just boba?”

“I wouldn’t be so certain. My life wasn’t all that existing before the island,” you shrugged.

Safin held your gaze. He was waiting.

“I suppose I miss- Okay. I had this neighbor, Mrs. Fletcher. She had this wonderful cat with the world’s most unfortunate name—Gregory. He’s a small tabby, had a hook for a tail.” You crooked your finger in a demonstration. “Not that I need a cat,” you quickly added.

“I’m sure Primo wouldn’t mind,” Safin sipped his tea.

“I’m pretty sure he would, sir.”

“What else?”

“Um. Musicals? Music in general, I guess,” you rolled your eyes back and forth in remembrance. “I hate to say it, but I miss cooking. I used to survive on congee. But I can make a mean char siu with fig jam.”

“Char siu with fig jam?” He frowned, skeptical.

“It’s an amazing combination. I had this food delivery service that delivered five times a week. It was my favorite dish out of everything. The rest were kind of lackluster.”

“We can add it to our menu if you’d like,” he offered.

“Thank you, sir, but I think I miss the act of cooking more than the food itself.”

“What else?” He asked again.

So you answered. And he asked again. So you answered again.

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but it was enough to elicit a yawn from you near the end. The boba was long gone, now a mere cup of water. You can feel your guards coming down. Your answers were more casual, less formal now, emboldened by sleep deprivation. “What about you, sir? What do you miss?”

His fingers traced along the ridges of his cup. “I’m afraid I don’t miss anything.”

“There’s got to be something,” you pushed. Safin quirked his eyebrow. Damn, the sugar wasn’t helping.

Safin hummed as he turned the wall. You followed his gaze. There was that hole again. “My sister used to sing this awful lullaby,” he said quietly. It was almost a hushed whisper, like a secret in the fog.

You stilled at his admittance. Never once have you heard Safin mention his family. And while stories of his past circulated the island, they were part of exaggerated speculation that no one confirmed.

“Awful because she was a horrible singer, not because the lyrics were bad. Vadim was a better singer. And my mother...” He trailed off as his gaze lowered to his empty cup. It didn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking.

You knew better than to press for more. “I miss my parents,” you sighed quietly, matching his volume and secrecy. “Sometimes, I wonder if things could have been different. They were ill, but.. I don’t know. I just think that I could’ve done things differently. Be a better child.” Your tongue swiped across your bottom lip as you swallowed thickly. “Don’t think they’d be fond of your evil plan,” you smiled. “Anyway,” you cleared your throat, “at least we know what you won’t miss.” You leaned forward conspiratorially. “Boba.”

Safin blinked.

“Sorry, that was a joke. I-”

He broke into a chuckle, so sudden, so unexpectedly. It must’ve surprised him, because his hand shot up to cover his mouth, but it was too late. He was already laughing. The sound grew louder and louder despite its quiet and calm nature. And you found yourself chuckling with him, finding his soft laughter strangely contagious this late at night.

“I want to show you something.” He whispered. “Come.” He rose to his feet with the same eagerness that you saw before.

You hastily followed his steps as he approached the wall with the hole. Except, it wasn’t a hole. It was a window to a small garden. You gasped as the pond came into view. There were foliages and flowers on one side, and a zen garden on the other, raked to perfection.

A soft, orange glow highlighted each ripple of the pond, casting a shadow along the rough edges of the logs around it. Sunlight, you realized with a start. Your breath hitched as you looked up at the sky. It was a clear morning. No clouds in sight. The stars hid behind the warm hue among the blue, painting a perfect gradient on the vast canvas.

"My father’s garden,” Safin explained. “You could say it was his prized possession. It’s toxic, of course, but perfectly safe to walk around.”

Your vision blurred as the tears welled in your eyes. “It’s beautiful,” you sniffed, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Was the sky always this beautiful? You couldn’t recall the last time you looked up from the ground. It felt foolish, in retrospect, to ignore such a sight. What else did you miss out?

“Doctor.”

You turned to Safin, only to find grey eyes watching you. The sunlight kissed his scars, and you couldn’t tell if his gaze only appeared soft because of the sunlight or not. He was glowing, ethereal. And for once, he looked young and handsome, far from the intimidating man whom you once avoided at all cost.

You blushed at the growing realization and quickly dipped your head in a faux yawn. “Something tells me I’m going to miss this,” you exhaled. “Thank you.”

“Of course, doctor.” He replied quietly.

Despite feeling his gaze on you, you refused to look him in the eye. Instead, you focused on the sunrise and calming your fluttering heart.

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 2 years

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Hello, Mr. Monster (18+) (in-progress)

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500 follow one-shot collection (in-progress)

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Promises (18+) (in-progress)

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Civilian Asset (18+)(in-progress)

Lyutsifer Safin (James Bond/No Time to Die)

Wild Garden (in-progress)

Illuminations I / Illuminations II (completed)

Baron Helmut Zemo

Soft Target (in-progress)

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Just Like Old Times. (Part 3/3)

Lyutsifer Safin (James Bond: No Time To Die) x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, slight choking kink, swearing (?), oral sex

Context: Things get heated ;)

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Panting by the time I've caught up with the man ahead of me, I can't help the anticipation rushing through me at the thought of what's to come. Safin strides before me, stopping by another door, this time opening it without waiting, sending me a hungry look as I hobble after him, eager to get to where he is. His expression is somewhat stern now, body rigid as he waits for me, clear eyes clouded with a strengthening lust with each step I take towards him, his jaw almost imperceptibly clenching. Unable to help myself, I pull my lip between my teeth to keep myself under control, finding the commanding presence he holds enticing on an almost primal level.

"Get in and stand by the bed." The dark-haired man orders me as I get to him, heat pooling in my abdomen at his authoritative tone.

Wordlessly, I go to move past him, only to be stopped by a hand on my arm, gripping me tightly.

"Answer when you're spoken to, agent." Safin reminds me coolly, giving me a piercing look.

"Yes, sir. Sorry sir." I reply quickly, swallowing tightly as I lower my gaze and enter the room, knowing his eyes have dropped to my ass.

Pulse pounding in anticipation, I limp over to the bed in the sparsely furnished room, knowing full well this likely isn't Safin's bedroom, but rather a worker's, standing to attention as best I can. I face the door, as he usually asks me to, keeping my eyes trained on the ground, posture upright.

Instantly, Safin approaches me, gaze raking over my clothed form, breathing deepening ever so slightly as he stops inches from me, our chests nearly touching.

I barely catch the gasp that escapes me as he grabs my chin, tilting my face up towards his, eyes boring into mine, dark with ill-concealed lust. He stares at me for a moment, observing every last feature of my face, his thumb coming up to rest on my lower lip, lightly pulling it down. Allowing it to spring back again, Safin lets out a near silent sigh and uses his grip on me to pull our faces together, lips connecting in the middle.

Unable to help myself this time, I gasp in need as his mouth smooths against mine, the man setting a rough pace already as he presses close to me, the hand on my chin moving to my neck, his other gripping my waist to pull me into his chest. He swallows every sound I make, his probing tongue swiftly slipping out to enter my mouth, tangling with mine. Lust blazes through me, every nerve on fire as he holds me impossibly tighter, growling into the kiss as I accidentally jerk my hips into his, seeking some friction.

Pulling back, Safin glares at me, driven by pure desire now as he licks his lips, watching as I breathe heavily, already putty in his hands even after a kiss. Leaning in again, he presses small kisses to my jawline, marking a line to my ear, where he lightly bites down on my earlobe before speaking.

"You know what to do." He tells me, his hand slipping to my shoulder, which he lightly presses down on, "Sit on the edge of the bed, I don't want you hurting your leg any more."

His concern briefly touches me as he pushes me down onto the bed, my head now level with his crotch. Already, Safin's hand is in my hair, fingers threading through it almost lovingly, waiting for me to do as I know I'm supposed to. There's already a noticeable bulge before me, my mouth salivating at the knowledge of what's behind the barrier of clothing.

Biting down hard on my lip, I reach out and deftly begin to free him of the trousers he wears under his robe, trying to be swift as he sighs softly with each pass of my fingers over his arousal. It doesn't take me long, his erection springing from its confines proudly, the stiff length flushed with anticipation, a vein throbbing on its underside. I lick my lips at the sight, feeling Safin gently urge me forwards as he stares down at me expectantly.

Lifting my gaze to meet his, I carefully reach out and wrap my hand lightly around the base of his cock, feeling him twitch as he holds eye contact, body rigid now. Slowly, I drag my palm up the length of it, adding pressure as I get closer to the head, a ragged gasp falling from his parted lips. Leaning forwards, I lick a soft strip over his tip, almost groaning as his grip in my hair tightens, my lips pressing to it in a wet kiss. Gently rubbing my hand over him, I duck my head and kiss a line down to his balls, which I treat with the same ministration, smirking as he jerks forwards, hissing.

"Don't tease, (Y/n)." Safin grits out, his hand urging me to take him properly.

"Sorry, sir." I reply playfully, smiling sweetly as I kiss back up to his tip, flattening my tongue against the slit before sucking it into my mouth.

Instantly, Safin's grip tightens again, forcing me further down as he curses softly in a language I don't recognise, voice husky and broken up with pleasure. Upon hearing him, a flush of need races through me, my thighs rubbing together as my arousal pools in my underwear, my lips moving further over his cock until I've taken all I can. Using my hands for the rest, I swallow around him, trying not to choke at the sensation of his tip at the back of my throat, hollowing out my cheeks as I start to move. Stroking the underside with my tongue, I bob my head up and down, breathing through my nose.

Biting back sounds of pleasure, Safin uses his hold on my hair to move my head, thrusting his hips into me as he bites out my name, praising me endlessly.

"God, you're so good, (Y/n), know just what to do." His words spur me on, my arousal rising with every gritted endearment.

Moaning around him, I suck harder, squeezing my eyes closed, tears forming in them, drool beginning to run down my chin as he uses me. Growling again, Safin pulls suddenly on my hair, jerking my head from his cock. Staring down at me, the dark-haired man pants, a strand of hair falling into his face as he regards me hungrily, lips parted, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips.

"On the bed. Now!" He orders, releasing me as he pulls his outer robe off, watching as I scramble up onto the bed, laying back with a wince of pain as the movement makes my leg and shoulder smart painfully. Safin sends me a worried look, pausing in his actions.

"Are you in pain?" He asks, looking over me properly.

Gritting my teeth, I nod briefly.

"A little, but I can go on." I inform him, pulling my shirt up over my head, dropping it to the floor.

At the sight of my naked torso, his eyes darken again and he resumes, quickly getting on the bed with me. Pressing his hands to my abdomen, he slips them around my waist to carefully hold us closer together, his hips pressing into mine, the feeling of his erection against my crotch drawing a needy moan from me. Bucking up into him, I bite my lip against the pain that follows, focusing instead on the sharp pleasure.

Safin's lips meet with mine again, softly kissing me as he grinds into me, his tongue slipping into my mouth as I moan into him, my hands reaching around to thread through his hair, the surprisingly soft strands coming loose under my touch. He groans softly, pulling away now to run his hands down to the waistline of my trousers. Glancing up, he silently asks for permission, fingers hooking lightly in the belt loops until I nod at him, at which point he makes quick work of the clothing, yanking it down to my ankles and off completely.

I whine needily as he pulls my underwear down, too, his fingers instantly returning to brush lightly through my slick folds. Groaning at the sight of his moistened fingertips, Safin runs them over my core once more, pressing down on my clit as he strokes past, drawing a cry of pleasure from me. Collecting my slick on his digits, he leans back, making eye contact with me as he returns his hand to his cock, massaging my arousal onto his, letting out small sharp sighs of pleasure. Cock leaking now, Safin edges closer, gripping my hips lightly as he lines himself up with my entrance.

A long, low moan tears from my lips as his head breaches me, stretching my walls out as he pushes into me. Instinctively, I clench around him, a curse escaping Safin as he stills momentarily, trying to keep his composure before he continues sliding in, every inch of his thick cock rubbing deliciously against the sensitive spots inside me. His grip on my hips tightens, most definitely leaving bruises where his fingers press into my skin, lip pulled between his teeth even as I do the same, fighting back the urge to moan over and over.

It seems to take an age, but eventually he's fully seated inside me, cock throbbing even as my walls pulse around him, the two of us straining to keep ourselves collected, though we both know it's a losing battle.

"God, please move, sir! Please, you feel so good." I finally moan out, arching my back up into him as I plead with him, desperate for more.

"You speak like an angel, (Y/n)." Safin grits out, pulling out until only his head remains inside me, "A beautiful, sinful angel."

With that, he slams himself inside me, my head falling back from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Repeating his motion, Safin jackhammers into me, hitting the one spot inside me that has me seeing stars repeatedly, grunting softly under the mantra of curses and moans falling from my parted lips. The fire in my stomach quickly builds, nerves alight as I writhe against him, rocking my hips down to meet his every thrust, feeling every vein of his cock pressing against my walls.

Leaning down, Safin kisses my neck, sucking a dark mark onto my pulse point as he thrusts into me, leaving wet marks in the wake of his hungry lips, hands moving to massage my breasts. Waves of ecstasy roll over me, quickly building faster and faster with every pass of his hands and cock inside me, frankly embarrassing sounds spilling like water from my mouth. I squeeze around him, the both of us groaning at the increased friction, his hips beginning to jerk more erratically I to me now as we start to chase our orgasms, eyes meeting through euphoric hazes.

"So...ah...close, sir!" I whine, gripping at his shoulders tightly, bucking into him faster, "Please let me...ah...cum!"

Growling, Safin lifts a hand to my throat, squeezing firmly, enough to make my head fuzzy but not enough to properly limit my airways, the sudden display of dominance turning me on even further, making it harder to control myself.

"Cum, (Y/n), you feel so good!" The dark-haired man manages, thrusting quickly now, feeling my walls tightening around him.

At his words, I let out one last, pornographic moan, feeling my vision go black as pleasure consumes me, white hot like heavenly hellfire. My body goes tense as the euphoria takes hold of me, my walls clenching like a vice around Safin's cock as he thrusts into me once, twice more before filling me up, holding me tightly against him. His soft groans of pleasure fill my ear, grip like iron as he wraps his arms around me, pain beginning to filter through the bliss.

After what feels like an age, we part, Safin pulling himself from me as his cum drips from me. I'm too tired to do anything about it, simply lying there, fully expecting him to leave and call in a maid to help clean me up. When he flops down beside me, choosing to remain dirty for once, I can barely contain my surprise.

He looks over at me, hair dishevelled, eyes clearing from lust, face relaxed in his blissful state. Unable to stop myself, I lean in and kiss him, going to pull away as soon as I try it, fully expecting him to reject the advance. Instead, he grips the back of my head, holding me in place as he kisses me back, lightly caressing my cheek. Pulling back after a minute, he smiles softly.

"I was unaware you reciprocated the way I feel about you." He tells me, accent heavier now in his tired state.

"I didn't know you liked me at all." I shrug, wincing at the pain of the movement.

"Well, now you do." He reaches over and pulls me into his chest, pulling the sheets of the bed over us.

"I do indeed." I smile, feeling myself drift off.

"I only ask that you return from this mission to me in one piece." Safin hums, kissing my forehead.

"I'll do my best." I mumble, closing my eyes.

#lyutsifer safin imagine #lyutsifer safin x reader #lyutsifer safin #lyutsifer safin smut #James bond #no time to die #nttd #rami malek #break writes #lemon

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silverlambcaptain · 3 years

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starting at the end

pairing: lyutsifer safin x reader

warnings: none that I think of, just my crappy writing

gif credit as usual to the creator

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“I am pleased to finally welcome you here.”

His accented voice wraps around you with a chill as you take the final steps through the moon gate into the secluded room.

Occupying one of the floor chairs at the centre of the room Safin is hard to ignore. The almost bare room somehow feels crowded as you settle your gaze on him.

He looks comfortable, relaxed even, and yet, meticulously put together. His blue robe is different from the one you saw him in yesterday. The lighter fabric drapes graciously around his shoulders. Geometric pattern woven through glints softly in the candlelight. It almost gives him a faint impression of softness.

Deep in thought, he is focused on the adjacent wall and you’re thankful for the moment of privacy as you gather yourself.

‘It’s too late’ you remind yourself ‘you have made your choice’

You had to.

It was the only way to survive now.

You clench your fists as you take another step forward, deeper into the lion’s den.

Previous days events flash before your eyes and you feel the nasty bruise on your cheek start to pulse.

The man before you is the reason you’re still alive.

But at what cost?

You eye him warily as he lifts his hand to dismiss the guard that brought you here.

He got what he wanted from you. So why are you still alive?

You are a loose end. You don’t take him as a man that grants random acts of kindness. Far from it.

Leaning a little forward in his seat he finally turns to you. His studying gaze feels heavy and intrusive, overcoming you with a deep need to hide. You chew the inside of your cheek wishing the guard was still here. But you persevere. Nails dig into your palms as you squeeze your fists tighter, the pain somewhat comforting. An act that doesn’t go unnoticed as you see a corner of his mouth turn up.

‘Sick fuck. He’s enjoying this.’

“I was hoping you would join me for tea.” he motions to the empty seat across from him.

Something about his eyes draws you towards him as you tentatively lower yourself into the seat. You search them hoping to find some semblance of reason as to why you are here, but they don’t give anything away.

“What happens now?” You break the silence first.

“Now we drink tea”

A simple answer. But not the one you were after.

His face doesn’t change, but you see a glint of amusement in his blue eyes now.

Blue. You catch yourself.

Uneasiness washes over you as you realise that this is the closest you’ve ever been to him. Between you only a miniature table with tea making instruments. If he reached out he could easily touch you.

You bite the inside of your tender cheek, not sure where to put your eyes, you lower them and inspect the items on the table, fixing your gaze on a small incense cone. The smoke smoothly swirls, slowly dispersing in a hazy cloud around the room. The smell now more prominent, you take in a deep shaky breath. You decide that you can spend the rest of the evening with your eyes fixed to it.

“Did you sleep well?” He buoyantly asks, breaking you out of trance.

Ceramic cup appears in front of you destroying your momentary illusion of peace. Snapping out you follow his practiced hands as they busy themselves.

Once the tea is served you feel his eyes return on you. The thick air between you now flavoured with the heady aroma of tea and incense mixing.

You unclench your fist that was hiding your trembling fingers and reach for the cup. “Thank you.” You murmur, staring at the liquid inside.

“Looks like you owe me your life twice now” His delighted tone punches straight into your chest and your eyes snap back to his.

‘Twice? Twice?’

Your fingers wrap tighter around the cup in your hand as your head starts to spin. Few words is all it takes for him to break past your defence like gentle wind on a house of cards. And you feel kind of lame. Your lip starts to tremble as tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

His eyes slowly move away from yours as you feel them travel down to your bruised cheek. Now intently fixed on your bruise he pauses. An unfamiliar emotion briefly rises before it’s gone again replaced with a facade, his smirk only more accentuated by his scars.

Like a cornered animal, anger and desperation rises in the pit of your stomach.

“Why didn’t you just pull the trigger and shoot me back then?” you wince as a hot tear escapes down your radiating cheek. “Why did you leave me alive”

His face morphs into a tense unforgiving thing. “Do you want to die?”

His belligerent eyes pierce right through you as he leans his body forward. As he speaks again you feel his breath lightly tickle the skin on your face. “I can assure you that can be easily arranged”

You can’t bring yourself to speak.

Safin lets out a satisfied chuckle as he leans back. He turns away from you as he inspects the adjacent wall raising the cup of tea to his lips he takes a sip.

“After what you did” he pauses, his eyes shifting back at you “the second you step foot out of this place SPECTRE, MI6, CIA - everyone will be after you”

He’s not wrong. But-

“If it wasn’t for you MI6 wouldn’t have come knocking on my door in the first place” you lie.

His knowing smile betrays he’s not buying it.

You were far more involved that you cared to admit.

Knitting your brows you scan the bare concrete walls surrounding you and the truth hangs heavy at the back of your throat.

Your old life was over.

Lowering your gaze you decide to try to wash it down with the tea lazily sitting in your cup and for a split second you hope it’s poison.

“So I am your prisoner?” you flinch as the bitter word leaves your mouth.

“Don’t forget you came here willingly” he counters, peering at you from the brim of the cup. The softly spoken words sting just as they intended to.

“This is your home now, you should commit to it. Continue your work.” The tone of his voice was final as you felt defeat settle in.

“Why are you helping me?” the desperate question escapes your lips before you can stop it and instant regret is all over your face as you feel the unease wash over again.

Safin’s expression hardens, but you don’t look away. Not this time. If you are to stay here you need to know. You let your gaze linger on him and as you watch the reflection of the candle flame flicker in his eyes as you wait patiently for his answer.

But when it finally comes you’re not sure you’re ready.

“Do you ever wish you had a second chance to meet somebody for the first time”

#lyutsifer safin x reader #safin x reader #safin imagine #lyutsifer safin #nttd imagine #c: safin

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crewman-penelope · 1 year

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From one botanist to another - Part 7

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Part 7 Proper Breakfast

There was fresh made bread, still warm, for you. Milky, creamy butter. A honeycomb in a bowl, surely fresh harvest from the bee hives.

And - tea.

Dry tea leaves, in different shades of green and red. You could made out verbene and lemon balm, as also the sight of dried chamomile heads.

The smell gave you an idea of peppermint also. He poured you a cup in an elegant gesture, alas still focused. Your host calculated every of his own body movements. You wondered what it was, until your eyes felt on the knots on his knuckles and the swollen wrists.

You threw him a look and wondered if he would mind your asking. He seemed to be sick. This was more then scars on his skin by an accident. You decided to let him tell you in time and just went with the flow.

Morningstar filled his cup from the same pot and gestured to your tea.

“It is not poisoned. Neither drugged.”, he assured you with a warm smile. To give you reason he lifted his cup and sipped his tea.

“I apologize for drugging you yesterday night. I felt it was necessary after the quite exciting event of your kitnapping. It was not my intention to frighten you, though.”

His voice was calm and apologizing. You looked at the hot beverage, remembering the shock of seeing your surveillance camera pic on your monitor.

You took the cup of fine china on both hands. The heat warmed your palm. The scent calming you down already. A single, dried bloom of a reddish flower swam on the tea.

You sipped careful. Refreshing as hot, a hint of bitterness on your tongue. You eyed the honey. Morningstar followed your glance.

“Go on. Drink. Eat. Get your head straight. And then we talk, Lupine.”

His normally serene tone of voice was cheerful. Something lifted from your heart. Facing him, you could not hide a smile. You reached for a spoon and spiced your tea up with a bit of honey. Morningstar nodded pleased and reached out for a bowl to lift the cover. Steaming white rice in a kind of milky mush appeared underneath it.

“You have a special died?”

He nodded and hold one of his hands up. “Gout.”

It was only one word, but it explained everything. Well, nearly.

And he is used to it, you thought to yourself but dared not to speak up. Instead you honoured the breakfast.

The butter melted on the warm bread, what was cutted in thick sliced because it was so fresh. The honey tasted like heaven. Ambrosia.

A second cup, a second slice, thick covered with honey. Morningstar savoured his rice dish in pleased silence. It was fascinating to watch him eat the rice with chopsticks. He seemed to be used to it.

So was his accent, sounding exotic on your ear, perhaps an asian? You had thought european, maybe eastern. But you were no expert in it. You knew nothing of him.

Eventually the bowl of rice was finished, and you full of bread.

“That was absolut delicious!”, you said, what made him grin.

“I'm glad. You can order different meals also. The kitchen is ordered to fulfill all your wishes.”

You rose your eyebrows. “That sound like I'm staying longer?”

“You will.” Morningstar's voice still cheerful it laid an dark tone under it. “I have plans for you.”

You eyed him suspicious. “What plans? Did you not just planned dinner?”

“And yet you stayed for breakfast.”, he jested grimly.

“I had no other chance, did I?”

“No. You did not.” He paused and avoided your eyes, as he searched for the right words.

“There was something happening. At our first meeting.”, he spoke hesitating. “I - let me be honest, Lupine.”

Morningstar looked on the table, clearly pulling himself together.

“I enjoyed our chats the moment it started.”, he began. “To meet someone, even online, with the same special interests, someone who knew what I am speaking about. And the Cafe? It was years that I spoke of my father, of his garden. But with you I felt save enough to do so. And then - - we just chatted. Greeting us good morning. Good night. I could not bare it. I wanted this. Always. Every day. To greet you good morning. To have you around me.”

He stopped suddenly, straighten his back and catched your eyes. “I'm not good in this. To pour my heart out. But I can speak my mind with you. I feel that.”

It was silent for a moment, as you starred at him. Your face burning.

Before the silence between you both became uncomfortable, you spoke up.

“I dreamed of your garden, even that I had not seen it. I knew your flowers - at least part of it. The one you brought before me. The seetlings. And then I saw you this morning between your plants. It was a dreamy scene for sure. It was like I had imagined.”

Morningstar bend suddenly over the table. “So you did understand!?”

“ I understand there could be a place here. I - I don't know - yet! - if there a a place at your side.” Your mind dizzy from his confession you cleared your throat. “Morningstar. I don't know you. Let me.”

He looked at you with wide open eyes, as if you are something incredibly. And you are to him.

Slowly he reached for your hand to take it carefully in his. You dared not to squeeze it.

He managed to use his thumb to care along your palm.

“That is all I hoped for. Thank you, Lupine.”

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yns-world · 2 years

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send in your lyutsifer safin requests cause i'm open to them now <3

please read my request rules before you request :)

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angstyandromanticwriting · 11 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.

~-~

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! ❤️

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