Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Angsty Decision Prompt [Shorter]
!TW: Implied murder, word ‘killed’/use of word ‘killed’ and ‘hurt’, implied suffering from depression!
“If you at least told me who they were maybe I’d be less angry,” you suggested, and Safin frowned, before he shook his head gravely.
“All I can say is,” he began nervously, “do not look for healing at the feet of those who broke you.”
You faltered, realising what he meant. “Safin, were they-”
He grimaced, before nodding his head. “They had to go, Y/n,” he stated, referring to Spectre. “Knowing that they were still alive was getting to me,” he expressed, and frowned when he noticed that you still seemed skeptical of him.
“But - It’s still-” You murmured, before stepping closer to him, prompting him to tense up slightly. “Just please stop this operation, Safin,” you practically pleaded, “you don’t have to hurt anyone else, you already killed Spectre-”
“I can’t stop it, Y/n,” he interrupted, a hint of frustration in his voice. “It’s as hard as me trying to convince myself I’m allowed to take up space after I lost my family,” he claimed, “and as hard as me trying to write with my left hand when I was born to use my right.” Safin glanced up at you, a pained expression on his face. “Do you think you could ever forgive me, kitten?” Safin inquired, hopeful, but he began to lose hope when he noticed the shocked expression on your face.
“I - I..” You whispered; you didn’t know how to answer.
Safin reluctantly stepped closer to you, and you found you couldn’t look up at him; your gaze was glued to the floor. “Please don’t lie to me, Y/n, if you feel you have to,” he continued, “we began with honesty, so let us end with it, too, if you feel you can’t stay with me anymore.”
You hesitated, before you shook your head; you felt as if you couldn’t leave him, despite what he was planning; you were just hoping you could change his mind before he carried his plan out. “I don’t want to leave you, Safin,” you expressed, “because-” You faltered, not sure if you should include the part about your feelings for him, “I’m worried about you, you have sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live.”
Safin would be surprised; he had been certain that you’d decide to leave, and never thought that you would want to stay with him, though he was pleased that you wanted to. “Are you sure you want to stay, Y/n?” Safin inquired, wanting to make sure that that was what you truly wanted to do. You would think about it for a moment, before you nodded, certain. Safin couldn’t help, but smile thinly, and when he felt as if he could, he stepped closer to you, tilting his head partially. “Why?” He questioned, and you faltered, rubbing your arm. “It can’t just be because you’re worried about someone like me, after what I did to you before,” he stated, a pained expression on his face; he regretted more than anything how he’d treated you before he decided he could trust you after experiencing strange new feelings for you.
“Well, it is,” you replied dismissively, “can I - go back to my room now?” You requested, and Safin assumed that you must be tired, nodding gravely. “Thank you,” you expressed, before respectfully bowing your head, though you didn’t know why you’d even bothered to do so. “Night,” you concluded, and he returned with ‘night, angel,’ softly.
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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Angsty Prompt with a cute ending
!TW: Kidnapping/Mention of being kidnapped, violence, captivity/being held in captivity, implied suffering from depression, mention of being held hostage, hint of recalling traumatic memories, mention of loss, mention of fire, insult, swearing, mention of gunfire, mention/presence of blood, mention of being in pain, mention of attempted murder/assassination, mention of surgery, mention of stitching, mention of stitches!
“Maybe it really was wishful thinking,” you murmured, a pained expression on your face, and Safin smirked; he liked to see that he’d finally convinced you that nobody was looking for you - it meant that you wouldn’t have much more reason to leave him, and meant that you’d potentially stop trying to contact your friends. “Maybe they aren’t looking for me,” you muttered, your voice close to a whisper.
“You don’t need them to,” he stated, “you’re going to be happy here, I promise.” You groaned, shaking your head. Safin frowned, wishing you’d give your new life a chance. “Why can’t you just try to be happy here, with me?” Safin inquired, trying not to sound too dejected.
“I’d rather wait the rest of my life for my friends to find me,” you expressed, and Safin scowled, before he gripped your chin roughly.
“They will never find you!” Safin snapped, startling you as you subconsciously whimpered, prying your gaze from his. “They have forgotten about you,” he claimed, “why is that so hard for you to believe? Nothing lasts forever, Y/n,” he added, “I learnt that the hard way.” Safin released your chin, looking away from you; he didn’t want you to see that he was upset. “After what happened to me and my family, I thought somehow they’d come back for me, and take me with them,” he admitted, “but they never did.” Safin then grimaced down at you, and you wouldn’t know what to say, trying not to feel bad for him after he’d kidnapped you and been holding you hostage, but you struggled because you knew how he felt after you’d lost your mother in a fire. “You’ll learn to like being here with me soon enough,” he uttered, before he turned to walk out of your cell, leaving you in the dark listening to the guard outside locking the cell door back up again.
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After you had been complying more, Safin decided to give you slightly more freedom, letting you out of your cell with one of his security guards following you around. You would be disappointed when you realised Safin was trying to avoid you, and tried to confront him when you got the chance, which appeared to you in the form of coming across him outside in the Poison Garden; he was talking to his workers in a stern manner. Once he had finished, and turned around, he would be shocked to find you stood behind him. “Y-Y/n-”
“Could you stop feeding the cryptids your lies? They’re starting to think you’re some sort of royalty,” you interrupted, and Safin frowned, looking away from you. “Why are you avoiding me, Safin?” You questioned, lifting an eyebrow.
“Avoidance is what I’m best at,” he answered, reluctantly letting his eyes meet your’s, “I can’t let that kind of talent go to waste, so I have to keep practicing it. Now if you don’t mind, I have business I need to attend to.”
You grimaced, watching as Safin walked away. “Asshole,” you uttered, your voice barely audible; you wished he’d at least try and make an effort to keep you company; you wanted to spend time with him because you wanted to get to know him more.
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You would be shocked to wake up to shouting, and gunfire, and your mind subconsciously raced to Safin. You sat up, feeling your body beginning to tremble. You forced yourself to your feet, and rushed over to the cell door, banging on it when you found that it was locked. “Help!” You cried, and would step back when you heard the door being unlocked on the other side. You drew a sharp breath when you noticed that it was Safin who had unlocked the door, and he was leaning heavily against the wall beside it, his hand which appeared to be stained by blood held over his side. “W-What happened-”
“No time to explain, Y/n,” he interrupted dismissively, trying to hide that he was in quite a bit of pain, “r-remember how I saved your life not too long ago?” Safin inquired, his voice briefly trembling. You nodded slowly as you thought back to the day he had saved you from the men from Spectre sent to kill you for a reason unbeknownst to you. “Well now I need you to save mine,” he murmured, and your eyes widened; you’d not had much experience in the medical field, but had a short period of work experience as a nurse, in which time you’d had to perform surgery and stitch up your patient’s wounds.
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After you’d treated Safin to the best of your ability, you stayed with him until he woke up, relieved when you heard him beginning to stir. Safin looked over at you when he felt you holding his hand, a weak smile playing on his lips. “You’re still here,” he mused, and you nodded. “I - I didn’t think you’d stay,” he admitted, and you frowned, a pained expression on your face.
“Of course I stayed,” you responded, “this is a battle I’m choosing to fight now, and I will not run from it. I haven’t forgotten the nights you stayed up with me in my cell. They made a difference, they really did, because I started seeing that you aren’t the bad person I thought you were before.”
“You love me,” Safin assumed, and you hesitated, a soft smile playing on your lips.
“I might,” you corroborated, and Safin smirked, pleased.
“Lay with me, kitten,” he commanded gently, and you nodded, before you shyly laid down beside him, your eyes locked with his dark greyish blue ones. “Thank you,” he whispered, “what did I do to deserve you?”
You would think about his question, yourself. “I’m still trying to figure that out, myself,” you answered, lifting your hand to his left cheek, before you withdrew it, worried that he would be angry at you touching him. “S-Sorry,” you murmured, and Safin shook his head, smiling reassuringly over at you.
“It’s okay,” he claimed, before he attempted to shuffle closer to you, wincing as he did.
“D-Don’t move,” you whined, not wanting his stitches to break, so you hugged him to try and stop him from moving. Safin hesitated, before he returned the hug, relaxing after a moment. “Are you comfortable like this?” You inquired, worried that you keeping him in this position would hurt him.
“I’m fine, angel, don’t worry about me, okay?” Safin stated, and you smiled weakly, nodding whilst revelling in the feeling that you belonged in his arms.
Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty Prompt with brief cute moment [Connected to last prompt I posted]
!TW: Implied suffering from depression, suspicion of assault, anxiety, mention of being attacked/attempted assault/assault, mention/suspicion of attempted murder, pregnancy, mention of rapist/word ‘rapist’ (in further information section at bottom)!
You would be concerned for Safin when you woke up to him crying beside you, and hesitantly turned to face him, frowning when you noticed that he was trembling. “Please, make it stop,” he whispered shakily, and you slowly wrapped your arms around him; you hated to see him upset. Safin glanced back at you, a pained expression on his face. “Y-You’re still awake,” he murmured, and you nodded gravely, relocating your right hand to his cheek, whilst also trying to avoid the area which hurt him if it was touched. “I’m sorry if I woke you,” he uttered, feeling guilty.
“You didn’t wake me,” you reassured him, smiling weakly.
Safin then turned to face you, his eyes glistening; they were being invaded by tears again. “How long ago did this happen, Y/n?” Safin inquired, and you faltered, looking away from him.
“I - I don’t know specifically, but - It definitely has to be from a few weeks ago,” you answered, and Safin nodded gravely.
“Okay,” he murmured, before he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you, not wanting to treat you any differently. You returned the hug, fighting back tears now, yourself. “I love you,” he concluded, and you smiled weakly.
“I love you, too,” you returned, your voice close to a whisper. “Goodnight, Safin,” you added, and he swiftly returned the phrase to you, lifting his right hand to play with your hair as he found that doing so not only comforted you, but it comforted him, too.
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Safin would be worried about you when he heard commotion nearby, and he rushed in the direction of it, thinking someone had tried to hurt you again. Safin frowned when he found you curled up on the floor, sobbing. “Y/n?” Safin spoke gently, before he made to crouch down beside you, a pained expression on his face. “What happened?” Safin questioned, looking around to see if anyone was nearby, in case they had hurt you.
“I fell down,” you whined, and he could see that you were lying, and he was infuriated by you lying to him.
“You didn’t fall down, Y/n, I can see that you’re lying!” Safin snapped, scaring you as you shuffled backwards, whimpering as your body began to visibly tremble. “Tell me the truth,” he demanded, “tell me someone did this to you, because I know they did.”
“Okay!” You cried, burying your face into your hands. “Someone - Someone tried to attack me,” you admitted, “and I think they were trying to kill the baby..” Safin grimaced, before he pulled you closer to him to cradle you. “I - I didn’t see - where they went, or what they look like, b-but..” You sniffled, resting your head on his chest. “Please say something,” you begged, wanting to hear his voice.
“I don’t know what to say,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, “I - I can’t even feel anything, but I know this is going to hurt me more tomorrow.” You nodded gravely as you looked away from him, feeling like a burden on him. “You need rest,” he uttered, before he carefully lifted you off of the ground, carrying you to his and your bedroom so you could try to get some sleep after what had happened.
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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️
Further information: In the first part, Safin is referring to the reader’s pregnancy with his or her rapist’s baby.
Tom Voze X Reader Cute Caring Prompt with brief angst and a happy and hopeful ending
!TW: Implied suffering from an illness, implied suffering from depression, unintentional self-harm/self-violence, mention of wound (not particularly detailed), anxiety, mention of drugs/medicine (antibiotics), mention of mental institution/mental hospital, mention of mental episodes, mention of traumatic experience, suicidal thoughts/hint of wanting to die!
This is a different adaptation of this character
“You really need to rest, Y/n,” Tom stated when he found you out of bed again, “let yourself heal after the day you’ve had. Why are you even out of bed right now?”
“I just - I don’t want to be stuck in bed,” you whined, and Tom sighed heavily, shaking his head as he began to lead you back up the stairs, intending to get you back into bed so you could get some more rest.
“That’s not a reason, Y/n,” he claimed, “that’s an excuse.” You groaned, but decided to give in to him, knowing that you protesting against him would get you nowhere.
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“The more you talk, the weirder this gets,” Tom remarked; you were exhausted, but trying to act as if you weren’t, resulting in you messing up your sentences which you were trying to make clear and lively. “Come on, you need sleep,” he concluded, and you groaned, shaking your head, but he wouldn’t listen to your protests, guiding you back up the stairs.
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“How could you hide this from me, Y/n!?” Tom shouted, a hurt look on his face; he’d just found out that you’d apparently hurt yourself during one of your episodes, and had been hiding it from him.
“It’s really nothing for you to be so worried about, Tom,” you claimed, your voice barely audible; you hadn’t intended to worry him like this.
“Nothing for me to be worried about!?” Tom exclaimed, and you rolled your eyes, before you turned your head away. “But, Y/n, that wound could easily get infected, you need antibiotics,” he stated, trying to calm himself down as he needed to think.
“I wish you’d just put me into a mental institution,” you murmured, and Tom’s train of thought faltered. “I’m a burden on you,” you mused, and Tom shook his head quickly whilst he felt his heart sinking.
“I could never do that to you, Y/n,” he responded, “I love you too much, and I can’t imagine having to live without you. You’re my soulmate.” You shook your head gravely, your eyes clouding over with tears. “This isn’t your fault, none of what happens during your episodes is,” he added, “you can’t control yourself, the only factors to blame are your father, and how you had a traumatic experience as a kid.”
“You should leave my wound to bleed out,” you continued despite what he had just told you, and Tom shook his head.
“Well I’m not going to,” he replied, “I’m always going to be there when you really need me to patch you up.” Tom then called for Mrs. Moranne, the maid in the house, to bring the medical kit to him so he could tend to your wound.
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“I know how to keep a secret,” you whined when Tom left Valerie’s room after talking quietly with her, and he smiled softly when he noticed the look on your face.
“I know you do,” Tom reassured you, lifting his hand to your cheek, “but this is a secret about your birthday coming up, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise I have for you.”
You realised, and a soft smile began to play on your lips. “Tom,” you gushed, “I told you you didn’t have to do anything for my birthday.”
“And I told you I would never not do anything for my princesses’ birthday,” he reminded you, and you couldn’t hold your excitement back as you pressed your lips against his, smiling widely against them.
“I love you so much, Tom,” you expressed, before you threw your arms around him.
“I love you even more, Y/n,” he returned, before he returned the hug, lifting his hand to stroke your hair as he knew you liked it whenever he did it.
