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downton-bridgerton · 2 years

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For the gentle love prompts 48. for Cobert, please <3

#48. hugs of delight

Gentle Love Prompts

Robert Crawley was driving on the way to the Downton Hospital. Since all of his children are busy and he is left in taking care of two of his grandchildren, George and Caroline...

...he decided to take them along with him to surprise Cora while she's still at work

As they arrived, he carefully parked his bike before helping the children hop off the car

"Hello, Doctor Clarkson!!" George and Caroline greeted happily, as they saw the doctor by the Hospital entrance

"Master George, Miss Caroline!" the Doctor smiled before seeing their grandfather "Lord Grantham! What a surprise!"

"Sorry if we startled you," Robert chuckles as he shook hands with him "but the children and I have just come here to bring something for Cora. Is she busy?"

"Not at all, milord. The Ladyship's in her office, perhaps doing her papers" Clarkson replied

"Even better!" Robert beamed "We'll see to her now. And maybe we might head home altogether, if we stayed any longer"

"Duly noted, milord"

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Cora Crawley was busy finishing the last of her papers when she heard the door of her office open

"Doctor Clarkson, we'll have the meeting tomorrow morning at 10 latest. We wouldn't want to tire our delegates in the afternoon, as they do have other hospitals to go to"

"Duly noted, Lady Grantham"

She then stops in writing her papers as soon as she heard a rather familiar voice. She looks up from her papers, and was in shock at who she saw

"Robert?!"

Her husband smiled sweetly as he stood by the doorway "Hello darling" he said

She quickly got up on her feet and rushes to hug him as she giggled in delight, surprising Robert in process

"Oh my goodness! What are you doing here at this hour?" she inquired excitedly, making him chuckle

"Well, it is quite obvious that I have to come to visit you" he replied, earning a slap in the arm

"I can see that, but shouldn't you still be at home with George and Caroline?"

"Well, actually–"

"Granny!!"

Cora gasped as she saw her two grandchildren running down the hall with open arms. She then knelt down to their height, and hugs them close to her

"We have something for you, Granny!" George said, holding up a small box "We made it earlier during teatime!"

"Did you, really?"

"Donk help!" Caroline giggled, to which Robert nodded in agreement

"What is it, then?" Cora inquires

"Why don't you open it? To see if you...would still like them, somehow" her husband replied, making her laugh softly

With the help of her grandchildren, they open the box to see three small cupcakes inside. Each one of them had different flavors, but all of them have a chocolate icing and syrup drizzle on top

"Oh my goodness!" Cora smiles happily "Did you really made all of these? And just now?"

"We a little bit of help from Mrs. Patmore and Daisy's help, we did manage to...not burn down the kitchen, to say the least"

"Thank you so much for these! Although, have you already had some?"

"Not yet" Robert replied, "We really just made those just for you"

"Can we have some Granny? Please??" the children pleaded to their grandmother

Cora chuckles softly, and nods "Alright, then. have one each" she said. George and Caroline then carefully chose their cupcakes, with George helping his little sister to retrieve hers from the box

"Do you want this one?" Cora said as she took the last cupcake from the box

Robert shook his head, and smiles "You can have it. It's your cupcakes, after all"

She then smiles back at him, before taking a bite out of the cupcake...which was, and she too, was surprised...the most delicious cupcake she ever tasted

"This is really delicious!" she told him, and offers it to him once again "You have to try it for yourself!"

Robert quickly glances at the children, and once he saw them still distracted with their cupcakes, he suddenly pulls Cora close for a kiss. She was surprised at first, but she slowly kisses him back and held him closer

He then slowly pulls away, leaving some icing and crumbs on his lips. He slowly licks his lips, and nods in agreement as he faces her again

"They're quite delicious, indeed"

#sorry this took forever!#i hope you still like this!#cora crawley #robert crawley #cobert #downton abbey #gentle prompts #bella-caecilia #mutuals #*my drabbles and writing #my post

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shufflevision · 1 year

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@heclingmuzik

hellsalem's lot normally had corner musicians, it was one way for anyone who needed to make a quick buck in a city like that. when he had the time he would stop and listen to them play. it was mostly pocket change...but it was the best thing he could offer.

"sorry i don't have any money to tip you...but you play really well." he may not know much about music in general, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy it. a part of him wished that he had asked his parents for any kind of music classes, he could have a normal career if he had pursued it.

#heclingmuzik #heclingmuzik01 #sorry this took forever!

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gcldenhcurs · 7 months

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open to: @mccntower

muse: presley cohen

plot: gimme like ceo maybe married maybe not but ceo and secretary, office worker, and there's an infatuation and uh-oh you stayed late and the office is empty and now it's just us and shit is your hand brushing against mine?

Fingers gliding over the keyboard as Presley memorized the lines she needed to transcribe. A big case for the lawyers of the firm meant early mornings and even longer nights at the office. A yawn slipped passed her lips as she slowly started to lose steam while the seconds ticked away, but it was too early to head home.

"Sir," she called out to her boss, "I'm going to make another pot of coffee if you want some and maybe doordash something to the office, I'm starving."

#mccntower #ch: presley cohen #presley: conversations #queue.#sorry this took forever!

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dustiinbroke · 2 years

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Yadira Bell & Wren Ellison for @bumblingbunny Love and Conquest Challenge !!

Learn more about Yadira’s and Wren’s backstory down below!

Traits: flirty, active, and materialistic

Aspiration: master mixologist

Yadira Bell grew up on the rough side of Adoria. Due to her parents dying when she was young, she learned to survive in orphanages. If she ever wanted her memory to be wiped, it would include her time in the Kindred Hearts Orphanage. At the age of 10, she was “adopted” by Mr. Z, aka the Shopkeeper. Mr. X seeks out young boys and girls to train them to become the best assassins in the kingdom. By 12, she learns how to kill a man with three hundred different poisons. 15, she killed her first target and felt no remorse. She spent years spying, killing, and getting close to her targets. She believes she is doing the kingdom a favor by getting rid of these targets. Of course, the Shopkeeper doesn’t tell her everything. Besides the fact that she is one of his best students. Now, she is working at the Broken Demons Pub, trying to find information on her next target. Someone apart of the royal family, the Leclaire. Yet the Leclaires are from the rival kingdom of Adoria known as Seocia (a kingdom known for thrift famous mages). Will Yadira become distracted on her mission, or will killing always be her main focus?

Facts about Yadira:

She can’t cook to save her life! But you can always catch her at the dining hall of the Future Spades Inn!

She knows a bit of magic to survive at any cost.

Outgoing if the mission requires it. Closed off if connections aren’t necessary.

Has a pet dog named Ace ( i didn’t make a dog for her in cas but always can if chosen!)

Her favorite weapon is daggers laced with poison.

On her days off, she enjoys watching the sunrise in the morning.

She has never fallen in love before and doesn’t believe in love. All she needs is Ace in her life.

Due to that, she never had any meaningful relationships. Except for those she met in the orphanages or during training as an assassin.

Despite hating close relationships, she tends to care passionately about others.

Soft spot for children and animals.

Imagines she would've been a teacher or in jail if Mr. X didn’t find her.

Unknown to her, but she is the illegitimate daughter of the royal family in Seocia (and Mr. X and/or the Leclaire might know of her background )

Fun Fact: In a possible secret route for her character, Yadira lost her memory due to a mage attack and became a stone-cold killer named Echo. she has no code and only thinks of killing, killing, and more killing. nobody could talk her down from taking on difficult targets. She lost a bit of her humanity…but maybe someone was able to bring back the old Yadira?

Traits: ambitious, creative, and geek

Aspiration: best-selling author

Wren Ellison lived in Oasis Springs all of her life. Yet, she always traveled to visit her grandparents in Del Sol Valley. In between traveling, she often imagines different lives in different cities. That sparked her dream of telling tales through her own creative writing. Of course, she couldn’t help but research by browning all kinds of books in the world. Fiction, non-fiction, drama, romance, etc., name any genre in the world, and she will name a few books she read. She worked on her manuscript for her very first novel throughout high school and college. Echo in Blood, the future novel title, involves spies, crime, romance, etc. Also, her pen name for all future works is Elvira Whispers until she decides if she wants to use her real name or not. now, she is going back to school to get her master’s degree. While in school, she is also working at the local bookstore. School, work, and family are the only things on her mind. However, will the young lady experience love again in the near future? Maybe her love life will only live on through romance games.

Facts about Wren:

She will talk anyone’s ear off about all the books, movies, and tv shows she read.

She does not have a favorite book but will immediately talk about a book she dislikes.

She hates giving bad reviews.

Enjoys curling up with a good book and white wine.

Only dated men until she went away to college in San Myshuno.

She had only been in love once, and it left her with a broken heart.

One thing she really hates is those lying to her. Being truthful is always the best way to deal with her.

Fears that nobody will like her book once she finally publishes it.

She loves her parents but will always be a daddy’s girl,

She has two siblings (a younger brother and a sister )

Can be a pushover at times unless she notice someone taking advantage of her.

Not very funny, always tells bad dad jokes.

Her grandmother is her biggest role model.

IF CHOSEN, PRIVATE DL WILL BE AVAILABLE

#bumblingbunny #ts4 bachelor challenge #love&conquest #simblr #ts4 challenge #sorry this took forever!#i was away on vacation without any wifi smh #i hope you like yadira and wren!#might make a effort to use my simblr more now lol #and sorry that it's so long

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thedarkestgreys · 1 year

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In honor of American Thanksgiving coming up soon, what do you think is Fez and Lexi's favorite Thanksgiving dish? If you don't celebrate Thanksgiving, what you do think is Fez and Lexi's favorite meal/food/entree (it can be anything)?? Or you can answer this as though Lexi and Fez are taking a vacation in your home country! What would they eat in your country?

hmmmmm. I think they would both be sweet potatoes people but it would turn into a Marshmallow topping (Fez) vs Pecan topping (Lexi) thing. On the other hand I don't think they would agree on how the stuffing should be cooked either. In the bird (Lexi) or out of the bird (Fez) and Thanksgiving would be stressful for them the first time they celebrate together. Eventually they would figure out how to make it work, but probably after some tears (Lexi) and cursing (Fez) and both of them being told their being fucking stupid about it (Ashtray) and to do it both ways.

#sorry this took forever!#lost in the ether thats the mobile app and had to do it on my laptop #thanks for the ask sweet monica!#bex answers

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roshale · 1 year

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SHE NEVER thought it was wise for them to invite so many of their kind to the area . for one , it would build suspicion . they would have to leave sooner rather than later should anyone ask why the mysterious cullens are hosting so many strange looking people ; the seven , no , nine of them were enough . ❛ but you showed up , so you need to commit . ❜ rosalie shakes her head . he does have a valid point , but she cannot accept the option of just giving up . it would be too much to lose , for all of them . ❛ don't turn against your friends . i know you don't know me very well , but carlisle needs you . ❜

@merveiilles continued

#merveiilles #°̥࿐ → interaction / ❛ don’t remember who they have been ❜#°̥࿐ → verse one / ❛ never moving forward ❜#sorry this took forever!

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summerlovedfm · 2 years

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“Do you like them?” Yejun holds out the bouquet of daisies shyly. “I was on my way to see you and I thought flowers would make you smile.” // @flipsthct

#sorry this took forever!#flipsthct

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zevlors-tail · 2 years

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For your OC ask game.

For all your OC's 😄

🍽🍺💋

Hi Pandas! <3 Thanks for asking, these were so much fun to do lol. Sorry this took so long to get to, I had so much stuff going on ugh.

🍽 What kind of food do they like?

Muse: Solomon's cooking. Devildom cuisine, anything with berries in it, tart/sour things, savory flavors, and a bit of spicy things too. They'll eat anything Satan or Mammon makes for them as well. Muse also likes magic-imbued foods and specialty items/limited edition flavors, like the poisonberry moondrop pastries they get at the local devildom cafe. Cranberries are one of their fav foods/flavors in general.

Cypress: Anything with bat in it. Celestial Realm food is also a favorite of his, though he won't admit that out loud. Chocolate, especially the dark kind. Double chocolate brownies with dark chocolate chunks are a shortcut to becoming friends lol. Likes mildly sweet things and bitter things (greens and herbs, teas, salads). Generally prefers food on the lighter side, but will occasionally indulge in fried foods or rich desserts with friends. Also really likes Mediterranean cuisine.

Uriel: Anything that comes from the human realm. Celestial Realm food can be a comfort on his worst days, but he thinks humans have the best flavors and combinations. There's always something new to try, and he seldom gets bored of it. Fried foods, sweet things, and fruits are some of his favorites- specifically bread based pastries/treats. Cinnamon rolls are a favorite of his.

Claire: Cheeseburgers, greasy bar food, junk food, and Italian cuisine. Also likes extremely sweet things. Once she gets used to it, Devildom food becomes a favorite of hers as well. Really likes savory flavors and heavy foods like meat, fries, potatoes, pasta, cheesy dishes, and bread.

Aska: Big fan of human realm food, specifically seafood and coastal dishes. Really enjoys savory foods like shellfish, curry, certain veggies, burgers, and sandwiches. Loves strawberries and Simeon's cooking the most, but is also a fan of Celestial Realm food. :)

Silas: Likes Simeon's cooking even more than Aska does lol (btw he absolutely REFUSES to eat what Solomon makes him). Kind of a picky eater; likes tropical fruits (mangoes, pineapple, apricots, and nectarines), SOME Celestial Realm foods, and warm fall dishes (foods you'd find at Thanksgiving dinner, like mashed potatoes, cranberries (he got that from Muse lol), turkey, baked chicken, etc). He LOVES spicy food and Mexican cuisine.

Rowan: Greens, veggies, salads, light sandwiches, and Celestial Realm foods are his favorites. Also really likes Devildom meat/steak, but only has it every once in a while. Likes fruit smoothies a lot too. :)

🍺 If your OC drinks, what is their go to alcohol?

Muse: Usually rum or vodka, sometimes fireball.

Cypress: Just your average demonus when out at the bar, but at home? Something top shelf, really fancy, probably imported and very expensive.

Uriel: A rich tasting wine or demonus.

Claire: Cheap wine, usually. Moonshine when she's purposely trying to get drunk and forget shit.

Aska: Demonus is the only thing she's really had and liked. She doesn't like most human realm alcohol. There is a special type of demonus that tastes like cotton candy/something sweet, and she really likes that one.

Silas: Doesn't have one since he doesn't drink.

Rowan: Just plain ol' demonus lol.

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic)

I'm gonna go with romantic bc I think their reactions would be more fun lol. Also I... may have taken it a little far here? Idk, you tell me. 🤭

Muse: A blushing mess, hot face, definitely flustered and embarrassed. They often get teased by their partners because of how easy it is to fluster them. :') Often makes small noises/sounds/whines unintentionally whether it's from the sheer surprise of the kiss or the intensity of it. Quite submissive.

Cypress: He's coy about it, will subtly take control of the kiss and make it feel very intense for the other person. Whether that's by hooking his index finger under their chin and tilting it up or cupping their cheeks firmly, he wants them to turn to putty in his hands. For Cypress, a kiss is a type of fun challenge and a chance to make someone squirm- in a good way, of course.

Uriel: Very sweet, almost playful about it at first. Gives an airy laugh and smiles into the kiss. Everything about Uri is tender as he cups their face with a single hand softly and lets the other party have their way with him. But just when they least expect it, he gently pushes back against them and deepens the kiss. If they think they have control over Uri or the kiss... they're wrong lol.

Claire: Acts a little shy at first, but will absolutely lean into it and take it as far as the other is willing to go. Definitely would kiss back eagerly as long as it's someone she likes. She's soft, lips gentle and slow but passionate and needy at the same time. Would tightly grip the collar of whatever shirt/jacket the other person was wearing. Doesn't fight the other person for dominance but also doesn't submit easily; keeps it equal between the two.

Aska: Assuming it's someone she's interested in, she would eagerly react and kiss back roughly, immediately trying to fight for control. She's quite stubborn and can be a handful, and it shows in the way she kisses. Similar to Cypress, a kiss is a type of challenge for her. She's quite physical as well, gripping the other person and pushing them back a bit against whatever surface they're on while smiling to herself. She enjoys being in control.

Silas: A little embarrassed and surprised that anyone would be interested in him? He doesn't understand it at first. But he thinks it still feels nice, so he leans into the kiss. Takes it slow and steady, taking in the full moment and wanting it to last as long as possible. He's unintentionally romantic, one hand resting on his partner's thigh and the other at the back of their neck, fingers gently grazing over their hairline with care. He's not controlling, but goes with the natural flow of things.

Rowan: The embarrassed type. He pouts, blushes, and is super shy- but also desperate. He's a bit hesitant and clusmy at first, but he's also earnest and wears his heart on his sleeve, so his partner could probably feel whatever he's feeling in the kiss. He whines a bit and takes a few steps backwards, but this just lets his partner have further control over him- not that he minds, of course. He's definitely more submissive.

#oc: muse #oc: cypress #oc: claire #oc: uriel #oc: aska #oc: silas #oc: rowan #sorry this took forever!#i was so detailed lol maybe too much...#obey me oc #pandasfoxes05

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dorminchu · 2 years

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Fear and Desire — Chapter 02

Fandom: James Bond Characters: Madeleine Swann, Lyutsifer Safin Relationships: Madeleine Swann & Lyutsifer Safin, James Bond/Madeleine Swann Warnings: Aftermath of violence, unreliable narrator. Rating: M Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort/Suspense Summary: "If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?" — Cormac McCarthy (No Country for Old Men)

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02: IN EVERY DREAM HOME A HEARTACHE

Huddled on the opposite side of the bed, hand over her mouth, she could see his black boots. His breath wheezed out of him like the air was full of needles. Each breath another puncture. Every step a fight against some invisible pull.

Five minutes ago she was cleaning her mother's vomit out of the floorboards. Fifteen minutes ago, paging her friends in Styria. Twelve years old and still watching Wallace and Gromit. Waiting for Papa to come home from his week-long business trip so he could tell her about the world. Mama didn't drink so much whenever he was around.

When he turned his back to her, she would sit up carefully and take aim. Shoot him in the back of the head and the nightmare would be over.

The pager went off. The man's ragged breath sharpened. Madeleine didn't hesitate, throwing herself over the side of her bed. With the gun on one arm, his aim was imprecise. It tore up the floor and the wall beside her. She unloaded the clip into his chest.

In the old black-and-white crime serials, there wasn't any blood from a gunwound. A pained grimace and the man would keel over. Madeleine would stay up to watch them with her mother who wouldn’t scold her if she was drunk enough. Men or women, down on their luck, falling in what they often called love. Love was a lot of pointless violence all for the sake of winning someone else's attention. Or embezzling money. They were just stories, said her father. Good as entertainment.

The gunman didn't bleed. But the impact was enough to startle him. He lost his footing and toppled over the banister and hit the floor below with a solid thud that shook the house. Madeleine couldn't hear over the ringing in her ears. After a minute she got up and looked and saw him crumpled like a discarded toy. He wasn’t moving when she came downstairs. The mask had fractured in the fall from where his face struck the banister. His face was heavily lined with scars. Trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Madeleine went into the living room where her mother was draped across the couch. Her eyes shifted to the spot of vomit she’d scrubbed away on hands and knees ten minutes ago. Her throat was tight. She picked up the blanket from the floor. She covered her mother’s body as if she were only sleeping. She walked back into the hall with blood on her hands and her boots.

In black-and-white crime serials, murderers always had to get rid of the body.

The gunman weighed twice as much as her, and blood was slippery. She had to grab him by the legs and haul him behind her like a sack of flour. On the way out, his rifle got stuck in the doorway. She let him fall inert and walked over and kicked him hard in the ribs and he did not react. She nudged him a few more times until he was lined up with the doorframe and picked him up by the legs again and began to drag him out into the snow. Out the front door, preoccupied with the situation and his body weight, she missed her next step and fell on her ass. He didn't react.

There were plenty of tools in the garage that were suitable to get rid of a body. She wasn’t strong enough to dig a shallow grave and when the snow thawed there would be a carcass left to be picked over by animals. Or police. But if she tied him down with something heavy he’d sink to the bottom of the lake and never resurface.

The gunman sucked in a breath and began to cough profusely. Madeleine threw herself away from him on her hands, onto the snow. Her hands stung but it didn't matter as much as the dead man pushing himself upright, spitting a small excess of blood and saliva into the snow. Their eyes met. Madeleine was running.

She had to get away. Out onto the frozen lake. The ice under her feet creaked. Rush of water beneath her boots. Even professional athletes gasped for air once their bodies submerged. If her head went under she'd take in water. Cold shock would kill her in just two minutes. If she stayed above the water, in fifteen to thirty minutes, she'd lose the ability to control her limbs and hands. Cold incapacitation. Seventy five percent of people succumbed to cold before hypothermia settled in.

She turned around. He had a limp but he would catch up quickly.

If she took him with her this wouldn’t be for nothing.

The ice opening up before she could scream. Clawing upwards but her fingers only kissed ice. Taking water into her lungs. Barely registering the footfalls on the ice above. The whiz of bullets past her head. The hand plunging into freezing water grasping her by the forearm wrenching her upwards. Into the arms of her mother’s murder. He was saying something but she couldn’t make out the words. On his feet. Putting up a fight was squirming in his grip like a disobedient puppy.

Into the house. Wheezing breath kept her awake. Footsteps lurched. Laid onto something soft. Stench of copper permeating her nose. She could taste it.

Cold skin against her naked throat suddenly aware she was shuddering. His hands were cool. Pressure off her neck. Naked hand on her shoulders, under her back. Glint of silver. She tried to scream and all that came out was a moan. Too hot. Waterlogged clothes refused to let go dragging her deeper into the ground.

One clean stroke of the knife and her throat was untouched. Naked air on wet skin. Soft down blankets wrapped around her waist. Struggling fitful against hands too lithe to be father's and stronger than mother's. Patted dry.

Her arms slid into a white coat that swallowed the rest of her body. Daylight beyond the window. Her hands and feet tingled worse than the rest of her body and her hair was slightly damp.

The last of Madeleine’s innocence lay across the room, under the blanket. Only sleeping.

She could smell something cooking. Papa's got the stove on. In a few minutes he would come to check on her.

The gunman appeared in her vision. Outside of the parka, his shoulders and arms were brittle. The rifle was absent. A trace of dry blood caked around his jaw. Bulletproof vest around his torso made him look that much frailer.

He said, Оставайтесь на месте.

His voice was gravelly, and very quiet. He tilted his head in her direction. Madeleline’s grasp on Russian wasn't strong enough to communicate. She had to be smarter than her mother. She met the eyes glinting underneath porcelain and asked, in careful English, Did you put me here?

He gave a curt nod.

Why?

I change you into dry clothes, he said. Or else you die.

You wanted to shoot me.

He averted his face toward the window. She could see the set of his jaw. Mottled skin. You should eat, he said. You are still very cold.

I don't want anything from you.

The gunman limped out of sight. He was looking for her father. In her mind replaying the image of her father's gnarled hands placing the gun into her own. Ruffling her hair. Her mother's tired scowl.

Accepting kindness from a monster no different than dying on her knees. Bravery was reserved for men and women in crime novels. They were not born helpless children but sprung into being full-formed, prepared to plunge into the jaws of a beast. They did not waste bullets.

His weight settled on the chair, the smell of him like gunpowder and copper. Looking at her, looking at the bowl of canned soup. A monster in the shape of a human.

I'm not hungry.

You are in shock.

How do I know it isn't poison?

He muttered, Боль в заднице. He reached up to adjust the mask. Madeleine shut her eyes tightly. If I took this off, he said, I'd have to kill you.

Hands on her shoulders, Madeleine's eyes opened. He was shifting her body upright. He took the bowl into his hands and sipped it. He set it down without any urgency.

There are ways to kill someone, he said. Polonium-210. Arsenic. Rat poison. Anything under your kitchen cabinet. There are more efficient ways to hurt in a garden. Calotropis emits a latex from its flowers and leaves, calotropin. Contract into a man's eyes and he is blind. Oleander. Clematis. He paused. You do not frighten easily.

Madeleine saw the shine his eyes beyond the the mask. His mouth a thin line.

If I leave now, you will be sick. Then your father loses a wife and daughter. Thinking bigger picture. Understand?

When her father got home he'd take her someplace safe. After a few phone calls the body would disappear.

Madeleine nodded. He set the bowl down next to her.

The prisoner sent to rot in safety. Sitting on the bed. Sunlight limned across rough concrete and her skin.

Smell of the sea and stale sweat. The taste of dehydration. Mathilde must be very hungry.

Her eyes flitted around the room. Spare furniture. It wouldn't be impossible to hide a camera in the facilities. Why stop with the invasion of her childhood home and her office in Belmarsh? Adhering to the threat of violence rather than inflicting it. Leaving no traces of himself but for memory was his mercy.

His voice disturbed that last scrap of innocence, hidden under the blankets. Only sleeping.

When his eyes raked over her there was no interest. His amusement was the last light of hope snuffed from her eyes. Subjected to the futility of her own clever strategy. Following orders would only delay the inevitable.

With her forehead to his shoulder he smelt a little like rosemary.

Think of anything else. James.

Five years ago, when he put her on the train leaving Matera.

After countless hours poking around in the heads of patients, James shut her out with easy, rehearsed answers. No doubt his psychological evaluations at MI6 were couched on the basis of his charisma. Then he shut her out with alcohol. Out in public he'd take her arm and smile. In private, they were never in the same room. He'd snap at her but never resort to violence. His life was a never-ending field mission. Any desire to settle down was fleeting. Boyish fancy.

There were a lot of ways to hurt someone without killing. No amount of what he inflicted upon her physically or mentally could save him from her own wicked mind.

Lucifer Safin was no different.

#no time to die #madeleine swann #lyutsifer safin #james bond gets namechecked #fanfic #fanfiction #a03 #drama #suspense #multichapter #sorry this took forever!#I didn't like how I rushed into things last time

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