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(X-men x reader).Part 2
X-Men Origins: Wolverin.
Summary: You just wanted to survive, not create a harem!!
I decided to write about my favorite super-heroes, since I just watched, -not completly yet-, and don't ask me why I never watch it before (because I was too young back then).
requested: no, if there was any mistake please tell me.
warning: requests are opened, mention death, and other things, mistakes....abuse.
fanfiction, still not edited.
2181 words. WOW.
Part1
Waking up from your beauty sleep, you felt tired to stand up, but as you saw what time it was, you jumped as fast as possible, the sleepness already leaving you body.
It was 11 a.m and you were late, too late. Today you were supposed to meet the wolverine and his brother to convince them to leave with you. Of course, you had taken permission,with the help of your new power, but you needed to stay quite, you shouldn't speak until you were given permission. You were okay with that, because what would say to any one them, hey I am a big fan of yours?
Laughing at the thought you put on some military clothes. You weren't a fan of showing much of your skin, even with this perfect body that you now have. That's why you were wearing male clothes. It was confortable and easy to move in, and for the other clothes that you brought and modified a little, were still waiting for the right moment ti be used.
You knew runnig will not help you now, so you decided to fuck it, and use teleportation. Which you found out later one to be the best option.
_took your sweet time.
_Major William Stryker!
He give you one of his rare smile, before patting your head.You took the seat next to him, trying to et confortable with a ride that may take two hours.
_If you were one minute late we would have left without you.
His smile soon disappeared and was replace it but a blank expression, as he signaled for the driver to start the car. You knew, he would have, not because of him been an impatient man, but because he doesn't even want you to be there.
As you expected the ride was long and boring,and while Major Stryker was re-reading the files of the two men, you found yourslef sleeping just half an hour through the ride.
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Rubbing your right eye, to try and get ride of the blurness, you walked by Major side, looking around with a disgusted face. Everything was dirty, you can even see some rats running around with what you assumed to be a peace of meat in there mouth.
As you passed, soldiers were looking at you either with confusion,what a woman doing here?, or with lust, which you hated, but ignored to not start a fight.
Once in front of sell, Major signaled for the soldier to open the door, which he did with his eyes not leaving your face.
Major was the first to walk in, before you did. You tried as much as possible keeping a poker face which happened to be hard as both of the brother turn your way.
You couldn't see it but there eyes widen as you enter, an angel, that's what they thought you were. Your hair was on high ponytail, you eyes were light blue instead of there usually color from nervousity. which made you look like a angel to both of them.
-My name is Major William Stryker. The man standing in front you spoke, gining there attention back to him.
_You've been charged with k*ll a senior officer.Is that correct?
_Apparently, we have some issues with authority… The eldery spoke, his eyes sliding to you. You didn't even notice him, since you were busy watching the rat on his arm, with much disgust, which suprisendly didn't reflect on your face or your eyes.
_Just keep a lid on it.
Wolverine looked at his brother warning him to keep it shut.
-sir.
William was amused, and you knew he could see it, that unlike, the youngest, Victor was more blood thirsty and with just few words he would be able to get him, and if he did, the youngest will follow.
_The warden tells me that your sentence was carried out by a firing squad at 1000 hours.How'd that go?
From taht point you blocked there convversation, you were bored, which suprised you since you were in presence of the main character and his evil brother.
_I'm putting together a special team with special privileges.
William said, as he bravely looked you from where he was, before continuing, which caught both of the brothers attention. Making them look at each, silently communicating with each other.
_Now, tell me, how would you like to really serve your country?
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You were all the plan, and like in the car you were sitting on Major William's right side just next the men, who bickered like children.
_Don't.
you warn Wade pointing at fingure at him, with eyes as red as blood. He was about to make a comment that you weren't ready to hear. You weren't ready to hear none of there bickery, beacsue somehow, God thought it will be a good idea to call you, for a mission, just as you all left the small prison, to give the brothers a moment to shower and get ready.
You were exhausted by the moment you came back. You felt as if someone was hitting with a hammer in every inch of your body.
-Bradley, take her down.
Major spoke refering to the plan, which he immidiatly did, making James feel much worse. You had complitly forgot how the man hated flying in the first movie.
_Gentlemen, wheels down in Lagos in five.
Major annouced, before patting on the head as he saw how tired you were. …………………………….
Once there you somehow found yourslef between the two brothers. Which you were sure was not where you were supposed to be.
_Why are we here?
James asked snapping you out of your thoughts.
_All in good time.
Major responded uncaring, because he knew once the man knew what they were ready to do, will surely leave, but wiil (Y/N) do the same? Major thought.
_(Y/N). You snapped your head to Major, who called your name like a father would.
-I want you to… The other couldn't hear what he whispered to you, but when your eyes light up they thought it's something good for you. You soon disapeared in front of there eyes, but before they could react, Major William, turned to Zer, giving him permission to do what his best at, shoot the enemies.
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Meanwhile, you were inside in the room, where so many workers were cheeking the diamons, to see if they were real or not. Unfortunatly, for them you weren't there for diamons.
You stood near the window whatching as Victor climbed the building like it was a tree. You let out a small laugh, not like anyone could hear you or see you, before you got back to your mission, which was simple, read mind. It was supposed to be Bradley, but he was needed down there.
Putting two fingures on the man forehead, you got thrown in his memories. One by one, you saw how he meet his wife, how he acted with his daughter, and he was the cause of many death, you tried not to break your focus from staying invisible from the eyes of the guards as you digged more inside the man head, until you heard the elevator door open, with a small ding. Soon you heard the sound of gun and swords, which you assumed to be from the guards and Wade.
-If you didn't have that mouth on you, Wade, you'd be the perfect soldier.
Major commented before he called your name, making your coat of invisibily fall.
_So?
He asked.
_I wouldn't do that if I was you, brother.
The teleportation man said as he stopped the mafia boss, or whatever the man that you read his mind was, from taking a hold of his gun.
_Thank you. You smiled at him, he just saved your life. Maybe you should take God's offer and bring your details in your memories back.
_He brought it from a small village, far inland, three days from here.
You spoke throwing the black rock on the desk.
_You did good.
He praised you with a small pat on your head, making you glare at him, but he wasn't looking his eyes were more focused on the thing on his hands.
You turned you head, trying to avoid the dark emotions comming from the Major, but you were meet with Login's eyes on you, or james as he is called now.You give him a smile, which he return.
For login that smile moved something inside of him, he almsot chuckled when he knew what it was, a silly crush. Looking at you more, he tried to take in all of you, your eyes that changed back to there origine color, you hair that was the same since morning, your hands that you hide in you trouseres pocket, your lips that pouted in mesary, as the Major patted your head.You were a much shorter than him, if you weren't the boots.
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Leaving the building, you stood by team side, sitting this time beside login and his brother, who seem to take a liking to you.You would if you didn't remeber how he killed Bradley, with no mercy.
_Let me help.
You softly spoke, as you put a hand on Logan's shoulder. Taking away his motion sickness, which helped him relaxe for the first time.
_Thank you.
He gifted you a shy small, and that's how you two found yourself making small conversations, unware of the jealous eyes, of both Victore and Wade.
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few days later, you arrived in the small village, and you asked youself for the first time who you should follow, the man who helped you, or the main character?
You let out a sigh of ditress, catching Logan's attention. Who put a hand on your shoulder trying to consul you,, which you reponded by a forced smile, and before he could ask you run to the MMajor's side.
_He says it came from the sky.
Wade translated what the man said.
_He is telling the truth.
Logan spoke observing the kneeling man expression.
_You don't know the language, Logan.
Major's spoke, like he was telling Logan to shut it. of couse, LOgan didn't see it, but he shut his mouth any way, looking at his brother, begging him tos top whatever will happen. Which Victor responded to with a grin.
_It's a meteor fragment.
He whispered catching Major's attention on you.
_I know what it is.I am asking where he found it.
Of course, he knew. He was the one who send it to the laboratory for an examination before coming to the inland.
Just like last time you shut there conversation,, focusing more on the desiscion that you will soon have to take. You either choose, Logan, the man you had the pleasure to know more, that what ythe T.V shown about him, or Major William Stryker, th eman who become more like a father to you. It was a hard choice.
Hearing a scraem you snapped to see Victor holding the man by his neck, you for once remebered what would happened so with no hestation, you push Victor back, before putting a shield on the people. unfortunatly, some of them were already injured or dead.
_You promised!
You looked at the man you saw as a father, with so much disapointement.
_Don't!
Major screamed catching on what you will did, but it was too late, you send all of them the base with a wave of your hand, before they could hurt any more.
Turning to the people, you acted shock when you saw Logan. You knew he didn't want to hurt anyone, but you acted like it.
_I don't want to hurt anyone!
He screamed as he held his head high.
_If you don't beleive me, you can read my mind!
He tried to convience you, it was a very tempting suggestion. Sighing to stepped in fornt of him, before touching his head, going inside of it. You closed yur eyes to help you concetrate, which cased you to miss how his eyes traveled from your lips to your every inch on your face.
Now that he saw you from a this distance, your faces almost touching. He couldn't lie, he did have a not so tiny crush, but you were so much younger than him.
_I am as old as you are, maybe more.
You whispered, your eyes now opened, focusing shamessly on his lips. Which suprised him, he was focusing on guessing the tast of your lips that he forgotten himself.
Feeling bold, you give him a small peck on the lips before, turning to help the injuried people who needed medical attention.
It took Login by suprise, he wasn't sure if he should take that as a hint that you felt the same as him, or it was just a heat of a moment, but you didn't look like someone who would kiss just because.
Lincking his lips, he promised to ask you later and maybe get another taste of your lips, and this time it wouldn't just a peck.
(X-men x reader).Part 1
Summary: You just wanted to survive, not create a harem!!
I decided to write about my favorite super-heroes, since I just watched, -not completly yet-, and don't ask me why I never watch it before (because I was too young back then).
requested: no, if there was any mistake please tell me.
warning: requests are opened, mention death, and other things, mistakes....abuse.
fanfiction, still not edited.
You didn't quite understood, what he meant when he said you weren't going to like your next life. Until, you opened you eyes to see, this dark dirty room, it looked like one of those preason in the second world war, and it didn't look like you were there for too long.
You didn't have any information, about this body. Only that it belong to a female girl, in 20. She was kidnapped and raised as a weapon, her whole life, and that was it.
HHe didn't gave you anything more, and to be quite franc, you didn't need any, and you didn't think that you will need them. From just there, you understood that she wasn't near anyone, that will cause you problems in the furur.
Looking around, you found that the small prison room, you were in, wasn't all powerful to keep you, meaning that whoever put you here doesn't know about the powers this body holds. The chaines weren't holding your hands right, it hurt whenevver you move it, but with your hey pain tolerance you may be able to break them.
As you closed your eyes, trying to activite your power, when suddenly the door opened. A man in melitary form enter, at first glace you knew who he was, which caused you to curse in your head unconsciously.
_ My name is Marcy William Stryker. You will be excuted to death for stealing. is that correct?
He spoke as he took in your form, you tried to hug yourself as a way to sheald yourself from his eyes, as much as possible, with your hands chained to your back.
You were all dirty, but that didn't hide, how beautiful you were, he wouldn't lie, just looking at those eyes of yours, made him feel at ease, as if a big heavy weight was lift off his shoulders. You shone with innocence, rare thing only found in newborn.
He already made a promise to himself to protect you from the horny and uncontrolable men, that he took in his team. He would have done it, even if he knew how capable you were. It was just like a fatherly instinct inside of him that somehow convinced him to protect you and take you under his wings, even if it was the first time he saw you face to face.
You on the other hand, was thinking either to cut off his head, and miss up the story or go with him and watch your favorite charcter go through a traumatize life, to become the worlverine you know all too well.
_If you go with me, I will give the best you will ever dream of. A nice warm bed, food...clothes. What ever you wish for. With me you wouldn't have to worry about hiding what you are.
He looked dirctly in your eyes, and you could see the sincerity in them. He didn't use the word work, neither did he imply it.
You stared at each other for a good minute, before you sigh nodding. Not having the power or the will to speak. You were hungry and tired,wich was one of the reasons why you accepted, because either if you run away, you would only found yourself in the street, that if you found away out of the war zone.
You walk out of the expensive bathroom. When he said he will take care of you, you didn't expect him to go this far. He brought you the nicest room, and the most expensive product that smells good you wouldn't lie.
Looking out the window you tried not to think much about the meeting that will happen sooner than you wil like it. It's not that you don't want to meet him, you are more afraid of what you may do, or how you will act around him. Or maybe you can ignore him, and just watch...Yeah that sound like a good idea.
Suddenly an idea popped in your head, since you came here, you still hadn't seen yourself. With that you start searshing for a mirror, until you found one,sticked on the wardroped, near the window.
You slowly walked to it, as you imagine, how you may look like. By what you saw when you were shoowering was kind give away on how you looked, but yet you had to see full body with your face.
You let a gasped...Oh my godness, you looked fine, breathtaking. There wasn't a word that could discribe you. It was just dream body of every girl, minus the small cutes here and there, but damn.
You giggled as you posed, like those girl you see on social media. You always felt infure to them, about how you looked. Now ypu wish come true, no more buillying and no more pressing on yourself.
Your giggles soon turn to a full laugh, as you throw yourself enjoying the beautiful soft bed, huggin yourself, making sure that it was really, 100% real and not just you imagination, maybe he was wrong and you will have fun here.
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Who did this to you? - 7
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader
Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.
Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing, gun, fights
Word Count: 2.8k
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Rays, molten gold, heralding the dawn of a new day, a new chance, poured through the dense layer of wandering clouds. The smell of rain was in the air. Light beamed down on the couple, saying farewell to the man leaning against the door frame with his arms folded in front of his chest.
The mischievous grin had vanished from Alfie's lips, swept away by the wind. Smiling, he embraced Y/N wrapped in a warming blanket and a button-down reaching to her knees painted in blueish and greenish hues.
"I'm sorry. I had to do it, little one." Alfie whispered into her ear.
"Thank you," Y/N replied.
The woman, weakened by the burden, leaned her head against his chest, embraced him, but the fingertips did not touch. Her heart bore no hate for the man. His hands slid down her back and released her. The warmth, the sparkle in his eyes was gone and stared at the Shelby with a warning look. Alfie uttered no admonition, did not curse Thomas, but his eyes piercing the air spoke volumes, telling him to watch over her, to protect her with fists and heart, guessing if Thomas didn't change, he would lose the young woman forever.
"Thank you, Alfie." Thomas voiced.
The addressed nodded with a wicked grin as his tongue licked over his bottom lip.
"If the Shelby doesn't change, then you know where to find me Y/N/N." Alfie teased, yet there was a hint of seriousness in his voice.
Thomas rested his hand on her lower back, said nothing in response, had heard the words loud and clear, the judgment, the laughter, but the silver tongued man couldn't speak, nor raise his voice against the man who had saved his wife and allowed him to save the ruins, the debris of his from afar perfect looking marriage.
The delicate hand, giving him warmth and strength, the hope of a fairy-tale ending clasped his. The couple turned, walked towards the vehicle parked awfully a few steps away from the front door. Keys jiggled. Thomas readjusted the blanket wrapped around her shivering form, concealing her shoulders, had spotted the goosebumps spreading over her flesh conjured by the rising breeze and led his wife to the passenger side.
Elegantly, as if it was the first date, Thomas opened the door for his wife, lifted the blanket with sullied corners and closed the door. Smiling, he raised his right hand in a welcoming gesture, thanked Solomons again for what he had done and got into the vehicle.
Gasping, Y/N leaned her head against the window. The coldness eased the pain. Colours merged, the lush green of the trees with the wandering clouds engulfing the rising sun. Reddish rays kissed the awakening land. Cawing birds circled the fields and roes fled in great haste, jumping over fallen trees and hurdles into the forest. Trees fenced the deserted road. Words did not escape, but the silence was not troubling and Y/N thought she could hear the ravens singing.
He remembers, Y/N though. A weak smile spread across her lips. Thomas was reaching for her hand, fearing she would flinch, but Y/N let it happen, allowed him to clasp her hand. Wounds healed under his tender and caring touch. His thumb travelled in circular motions across her skin.
"I've taken the rest of the month off," Thomas announced.
His eyes slid to her, turned away from the uncrowded town, and followed the road leading through the awakening city. The shops were still shuttered and students, a few shopkeepers, bustled about in the streets still lightened by swaying lanterns. Patiently Thomas waited, hoping she would answer, but her lips were sealed, not seeming to want to speak, desiring silence to reign.
"I was thinking we could leave the town. I could rent us a hotel; we could spend a few weeks there and spend time together. Far from London, the family, my responsibilities and getting to know each other better. It would do us good." Thomas hesitantly continued.
A sparkle of hope ignited in his eyes.
"Of course, I understand if you don't agree. Please take all the time you need. I understand. I can wait." he added, sounding nervous.
Thomas looked with anticipation, a little sparkle of hope, down at this wife.
"It sounds nice," Y/N spoke.
Her gaze was focused on the road framed by houses mirroring each other, with gardens of wilting flowers and mourning trees, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her husband was smiling. The words were gentle, and she hoped he wasn't kind to lure her into his embrace, ashamed to file for divorce, fearing the stares people would give. Y/N chuckled, realised it was Thomas Shelby she was thinking about. A man women would kill for. A strange, indescribable feeling built up in her stomach. The pit deepened. Y/N leaned forward. Her eyes glided over the road, back and forth, from house to house. She tensed under his touch. Y/N searched for the answer. The pit in her stomach turned into a vortex, a wave swallowing life, islands and ships.
"What's wrong?" worriedly Thomas inquired.
The car slowed not to a standstill, rolled not faster than a walker. Fear reigned in his troubled mind, fearing the worst, found no blood escaping her limbs, an undying spring staining the rough fabric. Hectically, he searched for the reason for the pain, the fear in her watering eyes. Her fingers loosened in his touch, slipped away into the void, the source of darkness, all evil.
"Y/N/N." Thomas spoke with a breaking voice, rousing her from her rigidity.
Speechless, gasping, Y/N pointed at the house. The sun was rising, yet yellowish light was burning in the living room. The curtains were ripped in half. The door was ajar, opening in the falling and rising breeze. Lips did not touch. The rain had washed the traces of gore from the sidewalk.
Eyes grew dull, grey and misty, deep autumn.
Shaking, a muffled scream ripped through the silence. The brakes chased the birds lingering in the nests away. Ignoring the voice, roaring thunder, telling her to turn, Y/N jumped. Her throat was aching. Y/N did not turn, raced, heard his voice forcing her to turn, to wait, but she ignored him like a child. Pushing the gate open, she felt the stabbing pain in her side, but did not halt and followed the path.
A hand forced her to stop, to not dare to take another step. Thomas pressed her hard against his body, pushed forward and forbid his wife to enter the house. Y/N protested, cried out, screamed her name, struggled with veiled eyes, tried to resist, but Thomas was too strong.
He rose, a shield of protection, the last wall of defence, stronger and thicker, unclaimable by the enemy with ladders and spears. The shards on the floor, once a vase graced by hundreds of finely drawn ornaments, caused Y/N to gasp. Thomas placed his hand on her head, almost brushing her eye, felt the long lashes under his touch, covering her ear and feeling her shrieking heart colliding with his skin. Drawing the pistol, he aimed at the door, had searched for the enemy beyond the tinted windows, but no figures were lurking in the house.
"Stay behind. Do you understand?" he commanded, whispering into her ear.
It wasn't a question. Eyes grew in fear. She had never heard this sound in her whole life, had heard tales about it and the tone send a shiver down her spine. Before Y/N could tell him to wait, to ask to get someone so he wouldn't rush into the house alone, Thomas released her from his rigid grip. Cursing, Thomas kicked the door open. The doorhandle marked the wall, broke through the wallpaper and rammed into the porous wall. He stormed into the house. Thomas called out, but the second he stepped into the building he knew, felt it in every fibre of his body, that nobody was left there to suffer a slow death.
The receiver hung from the cord, dangling back and forth.
Swiftly Thomas searched the living room followed by the kitchen, shouting but getting no answer and when he was sure no one was hiding in the corners, he turned to face his wife rooting into the screaming wood. Y/N pointed at the receiver. She shielded her lips with her palm. Tears streamed down her face. She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't do otherwise than stare at it, at the fragments crunching beneath his hasty steps.
Flowers were trampled, the reddish petals mudded and dried. Stains had eaten into the carpet and a dark crust had formed. Nail had left deep marks on the wallpaper, a cat scratching the wall to sharpen the claws or hoping to get the owner's attention. The coat lay on the floor, arms outflung with missing buttons.
"Peggy?", "Peggy!" she cried out.
Y/N screamed, awoke from a stupor. As if stung by a bee, Y/N ran up the stairs, ignoring the pain sweeping through her body. Healing wounds tore open. Gasping, Y/N took two steps at a time, tried three but failed, and pushed the door to Peggy's room open. A sickening sweet floral scent benumbed her mind. The room was pristine, free of the traces of a struggle. The bed was untouched. Not wasting a moment to close the door, she ran on, rushing into each of the rooms, but found nothing, not her parents, no soul nor an intruder.
A glimmer of hope sparked in her chest, heard the deep voice echoing through the house, soothing her heart and soul. She leaned forward, suddenly realising it was all her fault, that they were not interested in Peggy but in her, in the man on whom revenge had to be taken to gain money or weapons. Tears ran in rivulets. Slowly Y/N turned around, looked at the stairs, felt nothing, empty and devoid of emotions, and followed the hush voice.
Clouds swallowed the sun, and darkness cascaded across the wooden floor. The water, the rain smothered the spark, had hoped he was talking to Peggy, but Thomas held the receiver of the phone in his hand with the gun in the other and spoke harshly with the person on the other side. Her heart contracted. This can't be happening, Y/N breathed, cursing herself. Thomas did not hear his wife, the stairs moaning under her weight. Her eyes fell on the paper, crumpling under his firm grip.
"Thomas?" Y/N whispered.
Abruptly, without saying farewell, Thomas ended the call and stuffed the lump of paper into the pocket. He took a blanket, lying on the floor and ran up the stairs and it was the moment she realised the blanket had slipped from her shoulders.
"Thomas. What have you found?" she continued, suspecting the worst.
The smile healed her soul.
"Don't worry. I have everything under control. Everything is fine. In a moment, Arthur and the others will arrive. Polly and Ada will take you home and tend to your wounds. You will take a warm bath and eat dinner. Ada baked a cake and before you know I will be with you," Thomas replied.
Lowering the blanket on her shoulders, he ran his palms over her upper arms, giving her warmth, and placed his lips on her forehead.
"Peggy's not here. She's gone. Is that blood? What have you found?", "I'll take care of everything. Don't worry. Everything's fine." Thomas spoke like a mantra but the words failed to calm her, aroused fear.
"It's my fault," Y/N uttered with widened eyes.
Hands gave her support, held her on her feet, clasped her, pressed her form to his chest and led Y/N down the stairs. Thomas suppressed the urge to curse like a sailor, sealed his lips shut, feeling the healing wounds as they tore open again, and continued to caress her back.
"No, my dear, it's not your fault, you're not to blame.", "No, it should have been me. They wanted to kill me. They want to harm you. I'm the weakest link in the chain and they've got Peggy. They were watching the house; they didn't realise I was long gone and maybe they did, but before they could do anything, Alfie was there." Y/N cried out, swallowed half the words.
His loving eyes settled on hers and she paused.
"It's not your fault. My love, please. You're not to blame for anything that happened. I'll find Peggy. I know where she is. She's alright.", "There's blood. Tommy. That's blood. Peggy is injured. That's her blood, Tommy." Y/N screamed into his shoulder.
Her fingers clawed at his coat. His hands cupped her face, forcing her tenderly and yet with strength to face him. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs. His warm breath touched her cheeks, but he could not banish the callousness, the blush akin to when a lover spoke words of affection. The hesitance was gone. Thomas embraced his wife, placed his hand on the back of her head, not allowing her to observe the chaos more closely, guessing what had happened, knowing it, feeling it in every fibre of his body, knew when Peggy had screamed that someone had attacked her, that someone had followed her to at least complete the order on some aspect.
Wheels screeched. Curses broke the silence and woke the neighbours from a deep slumber. Confused, Y/N looked around, wanting to know what had happened, and Thomas breathed the answer into her hair. Arthur followed by the rest of the family, John and Polly stormed into the house like an armada with guns drawn, prepared to kill anyone daring to stand in the way, but they all came to a halt, shocked, not trusting their eyes, seeing Y/N in her husband's arms, had assumed it was her who was in danger.
"I will not leave you alone," Y/N murmured.
Thomas chuckled.
"You forgot who you married. Yes, you will, Ada and Polly will take you home, you will be safe there, Arthur and the others will accompany me." Thomas answered.
He stroked her tousled hair and whispered promises into her ear. The protests died in the ocean of affection, words sounding too wonderful, out of a romance, too good to be true.
"Solomons will ring our bell, let him in. He will look after you and ensure your safety. Where is Polly?" Thomas addressed Ada.
She nodded fleetingly, drew nearer to the couple, ashamed she had never let Y/N know how much she liked her, knew as a woman she was the one who should have welcomed Y/N into the family with open arms. Ada slipped out of the coat and put it on her shoulders.
"She is preparing a bath and necessary things," Ada answered.
Cautiously, fearing Y/N would flee, she placed her gloved hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Eyes fluttered open and Polly smiled and Y/N did not return it.
"I can buy another one," Ada assured, motherly.
She brushed the loose strand behind Y/N´s ear, answered the unspoken question, drawing Y/N´s attention to herself and not to the debating and cursing men.
"Don't worry, we will take care of you. Polly is cooking a soup, and the blankets are warming up by the fire. We will eat cake, and after the bath, you can go to sleep." she spoke in a soothing tone.
Thomas placed his wife in the care of the woman welcoming her with a gentle voice and outstretched arms. Ada did not give the woman a chance to reconsider. A veil of pure darkness settled on his striking features. Nostrils flared. Thomas cursed. His flexing hand slipped into his trouser pocket, retrieved the wrinkled paper, and handed it to Arthur. Eyes focused on the delicately curved initials, representing a name they all knew. Dry, bitter laughter mixed with bloody murder. Down the long road, the women went on, away from the gruesome scene and Y/N, too exhausted to fight, to raise her voice and speak her mind, let it happen, oblivious to the commotion in the house.
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The sandman x reader/ The bright future in your eyes.
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Summary: Been reincarnated wasn't something you expected, not only that, but you were tasked to help someone, that don't know even the man or any information about them.
This is a kind of teaser. What do you think should I continue?
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It had been a week since god send you here in a world of fantasy. He didn't tell you much, only want you needed to know. He left you a magic book and new look.
You haven't touched the book or saw your new body in the mirror, you still hadn't accepted what was happening. Just a few days ago, you were siting laughing with your family when all of a sudden you were dead. You still haven't accepted that fact, nevertheless, you can't stay longer than you already did.
GOD wouldn't be happy if he saw you, like this, doing nothing to finish the task he signed for you. He may even send you to hell. So with a long tired sigh, you sucked all up, and started studying the book on your lap.
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