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Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance. There will be smut in the future ;))

Warnings: Panick but sweet at the end ;)

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Chapter 2

Young girl shut sher door, she was out of breath because she was angry and decided to walk to her home. Y/N rested her forehead on the door, after few seconds and deep breaths she managed to calm herself.

She sat on her chair, she was tired. Well, even the slightest interaction drained her energy these days. She walked to her little kitchen and prepared a sandwich she needed to start a new project so she put the plate on the tray and walked to her office a.k.a guest room that she turned into an office. She sat on the stool and looked at the empty canvas. A client wanted her to paint a landscape full of flowers so she grabbed her brushes and started to paint.

She realized it was morning when the light shades of orange entered her office, she worked all night and finally finished the painting. She will be paid generously because her client was a rich woman. As usual she noticed that she forget to eat, whenever Y/N was painting she became immune to the outside world. She took an apple from the fridge and walked to her living room. She remembered the notebook and decided to write, the problem was the notebook wasn’t in her bag, she panicked. ‘’Where is it?!’’ she looked everywhere but it was nowhere to be found, she remembered the Café. It was too early to go there so decided to wait, ‘’I will go there and ask the waitress, I’m pretty sure they took it to keep it safe.’’ she talked to herself. 

The deamons in her head started to talk; ‘’What if it was lost?’’

‘‘What if the man you argued took it?’‘

‘‘If it’s the man that means he read what was written, he will think that you are troubled, crazy girl.’‘

She remembered the man, especially his eyes. Eyes like blue stars burning...

She took a hot shower to calm her nerves. Throughout the day she did many things to not deal with the deamons in her head. When the time came she got dressed and went out.

The same feelings surrounded her when she entered the Café. Wamth, sincerity, she felt safe. The same seat was unoccupied so Y/N sat there.

‘‘Ready to order?’‘ the same lovely waitress smiled at her. ‘‘Hi, I... I lost my notebook. I think I left it here.. yesterday. Have you found something like that?’‘     ‘‘No, but I will ask my boss for you.’‘ Y/N ordered a nice tea and a cake.

After few minutes waitress came back, ‘’I’m so sorry Madam but no one found a notebook here.’’ her face fell, ‘’Thank you.’’ she started to panick again, ‘’No! No! This cannot be happening.’’ 

She did that breathing technique to calm down. Y/N took a huge sip from her tea, and watching the snow falling on the street brought smile to her face. She had a pencil so she started to draw something on a napkin, she busy with drawing that’s why she didn’t realize who entered the Café.

‘‘May I sit?’‘ the same British accent filled her ears, Y/N looked up to meet his blue eyes, it was him. ‘‘O- of course.’‘ 

‘‘It is nice to see you here because... I-’‘ he was having trouble speaking, like a child who did something bad and he couldn’t bring himself to look at her, ‘‘Do you have my notebook?’‘ she asked frankly.

‘‘Y- yes. But please don’t get me wrong. I noticed that you left it on the table so I took it to give you back. I, for some reason knew that you would be here... again.’‘ Y/N’S cheeks were heated out of embarrassment ‘‘Can I have it back?’‘

It was on his black coat’s pocket, ‘’Here.’’ she looked at it for a few seconds, scared to open. ‘’Did you read it?’’ and this time his cheeks turned into a light shade of pink, the same colour when she mix red and white paint together.

She smiled like she didn’t care, ‘’It’s okay. I didn’t even write more than three pages.’’  he exhaled the breath he was holding. ‘’Who is Mrs.Smith?’’ and a cold silence fell on the table.

‘‘She is my... psychologist, therapist call it whatever you want. She gave me this to write because I’m not very talkative person.’‘ 

‘‘Oh, I’m so sorry if I overstepped boundaries.’‘ she rolled her eyes, ‘‘Mister, you waltzed on my boundaries yesterday.’‘ he looked like hurt but also amused, ‘’But it’s okay. May I have your name strange man?’’ she could see the shining stars in his blue eyes. ‘’Where are my manners, my name is Tom. Tom Hiddleston.’’      he extended his big hand, ‘’May I have the name of the woman that I waltzed on her boundaries?’’ she couldn’t help but giggle, his name did sound familiar.

‘’My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you Tom.’’ they geld each other’s hands more than few seconds, the waitress came so they had to pull back.

‘’Y/N, Y/N, Y/N a lovely name for a lovely lady. Can I bold and ask you something?’’  she was playing with her cake, ‘’Yes?’’

‘‘As you know I’ve read your journal, so why did you think that I would hate you?’‘ Tom at first didn’t want to read the journal but than curiosity got the best of him and he found himself on his couch, sipping his tea and reading it. He felt really bad for reading it but the darkness which the words carried distracted him. His first question was; ‘‘Why does she hate herself so much?’‘ but he couldn’t ask that, it would be rude.

She kept playing with the cake, Y/N wasn’t a skinny girl but she realized that she was losing weight on a unhealthy way so she tried to finish her cake but failed.

‘‘Well... sometimes I can be hard to deal with.’‘ she tried to avoid his gaze but his aura was too strong. 

For a split second he thought he saw the broken girl in her Y/E/C eyes but she knew how to act happy and fine so she smiled, ‘’Tom, your face tells me that you have more than one question so ask away.’’ her tea got cold but she didn’t mind.

He was surprised, ‘’You don’t have to answer my questions if you don’t want to. I would feel terrible if I hurt you.’’ 

Hurt. Many people hurt her throughout the years but she didn’t say a word, she wasn’t a fighter. The only, reasonable thing she did was to move away and never see them again.

‘‘You can consider this as our first date Tom. Go on, ask.’‘

‘’Date? What the fuck am I talking about?!’’ she sometimes had this habit of not filtering her words. 

‘‘Ehehehe.’‘ the sound of his laughter made her smile sincerely. He noticed the drawing of a snowflake, ‘‘Wow! Did you draw this?’‘ his childish excitement made her chuckle, ‘‘Yes, I’m a painter. It’s my profession.’‘

Tom looked like he was impressed, he fixed his curly hair. He had a straight jaw  line that could cut someone’s finger if touched. 

‘’He is gorgeous.’’     

‘‘I must apologies for my behaviour yesterday. I didn’t want to scare you away, in fact I quite enjoyed our conversation about Stefan Zweig.’‘ his voice was soothing, ‘‘You really don’t have to apologies, I shouldn’t have ran away like that. I also did enjoyed our talk. It isn’t every day that I can talk about books with a man.’‘ he smiled, she could see the little wrinkles around his eyes, it was cute.

‘‘Pardon me but I have to ask, you said it is our ‘’first date’‘ so that means you are... single?’‘ 

‘‘Yes. Do I look like a girl whou would cheat on her man?’‘ she said jokingly. ‘‘No, the opposite, you look loyal... maybe too loyal.’‘ and with that her memories were triggerd. Her eyes were focused on his blue eyes but it was like she wasn’t there. Tom was gone and replaced by her ex abusive fiance, shouting at her and blaming her. ‘‘Y/N? Y/N?’‘ she came to her senses.

‘‘She is hiding her true feelings, but why?’‘ thought Tom. 

The hours went by without even realizing, they shared funny stories, talked about everything and for once in a long time Y/N felt comfortable.

Tom came up with an idea, ‘’We obviously love reading, let’s share our favorite books to each other. After reading them we can share our thoughts. How does that sound?’’  Y/N hesitated for a second, ‘’Mr.Hiddleston, are you trying to invite me to your house?’’ Tom became shy, ‘’Am I that obvious?’’ she laughed. ‘’No, I’m just smart.’’ she thought about his kind and creative offer, ‘’You know what, let’s go!’’

Tom first couldn’t believe it, ‘’R- really?’’ his ocean eyes lit up. ‘’Yes, shall we leave before I lose my interest?’’ 

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Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Mental problems. A bit dark. Reader has a temper girll calm down :D

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Chapter 1 

‘‘And how does that make you feel?’‘ Mrs. Smith, Y/N’s psychologist asked her a question but at the moment she was interested in the plants Mrs. Smith had in her office. ‘‘You should water your plants more often Mrs. Smith.’‘ the woman sighed, ‘‘Y/N, we have been having these sessions for weeks now. If you cannot open yourself up to me than I can’t help you.’‘ Y/N was playing with her fingers, they were cold because London was cold. It was December after all, ‘‘Nothing.’‘ she murmured.

‘‘Sorry?’‘ she finally looked at Mrs. Smith, ‘‘As you can tell I can’t feel anything anymore.’‘ and the alarm was heared. 

‘‘Once again we have come to an end, before you leave take these.’‘ Mrs.Smith put a notebook and a pencil on her table, ‘‘Why?’‘ Y/N was confused. ‘‘Since you can’t open up I thought you should write your feelings or anything you do daily. And your first task is to go to a public place and socialize.’‘ she took the iteams, ‘’I trust you Y/N. Have a good day.’’

It has been a week and Y/N was too tired to go out. She was a painter so she spent nights to finish her projects. She used to paint for the passion of art but now she was painting to pay her rent and bills. She was living a modest life, her house was little but it was enough for her and landlady was kind to Y/N. She moved there two years ago, after escaping from her abusive fiance. 

It was cold outside, and snowy so she had long, black boots and black pants. Her dark green sweater was comfy, she put on her white scarf and white beanie. She packed her things and left her house reluctantly.

Y/N travelled for a little bit but the snow was unbearable so she tahnkfully found a nice Café.

She was welcomed by the warmth and the smell of coffee, even though she didn’t drink coffee too much she always enjoyed the smell. She found a seat next to the big window which was facing outside.

‘‘What can I get for you?’‘ a lovely waitress smiled, ‘‘Can I have chamomile tea and chocolate chip cookie, thak you.’‘ waitress left and she settled down, started to take notes; 

‘’Mrs.Smith, a week ago you gave me a task and I’m trying to complete it. I’m at a nice Café. I’m watching people laugh, smile and hold their loved ones close. The truth is no one needs me here, aren’t we all just insignificant beings who think that the world is built for them? This makes me disgusted.’’

She was enjoying her tea when that lovely waitress approached to her table, she had that apologetic smile on her bright face. ‘’So sorry to interrupt you Madam but as you can see we are packed and our regular customer is here. If it is okey for you can he sit here with you, but of course if you want to be left alone-’’

Y/N was a waitress once and she knew how stressful it can be, ‘’It’s okey.’’ Y/N cut her off, ‘’He can sit with me.’’ and she took few notes; 

‘‘Well Mrs.Smith, someone has to sit with me. Poor lad. He doesn’t know what he is doing, he is going to hate me.’‘

A tall man with black glasses and a serious expression came to her table, ‘’May I sit?’’ his husky voice was filled with the famous British accent. ‘’Of course, please.’’ she made a hand gesture for him to sit. She kept writing when the waitress took his order.

‘‘Is that a journal?’‘ the man smiled and she could see his white theet. ‘‘Yes.’‘ Y/N didn’t want to talk so she cut it short and turned her gaze outside, she really wasn’t in the mood of engaging a conversation but she also didn’t want to be rude. She put her Y/H/C strand of hair behind her ear, thanks to the curiousty in humans’ nature she was looking at him every five seconds. He was reading ‘‘Brief einer Unbekannten by Stefan Zweig.’‘  Y/N read that book before, when she stopped looking at the book’s cover they locked eyes. His blue eyes were captivating, ‘’I assume you read it before?’’ she dropped her pencil on the table, ‘’Yes, I’ve read it before.’’ even though she was giving him cold and short answers he was smiling politely. ‘’You liked it?’’ she got nervous it’s been a while since she talked to men so she started to play with the pencil. ‘’Yes but the idea of a woman falling deeply in love with a man who she didn’t even spend enough time with is bizarre. Of course it’s fiction so anything is possible.’’ 

Probably because of the Café’s warm environment she had this strange feeling, like she could open up to this man before her and talk for hours.

‘‘So you don’t support the idea of someone falling deeply in love?’‘ 

‘‘It’s nonlogical to me. I don’t know if you read Zweig’s other books but he always deals with profound human emotians and it is too much for me.’‘ 

The man infront of her ruffled with his curly, blonde-ish ginger hair and beard, ‘’Miss, people can fall in love deeply and they can love someone with profound feelings. How is this nonlogical? Love is something that you can’t find in logic.’’ he cleared his throat kindly,  ‘’ My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.’’ she rolled her eyes, ‘’Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.’’ his blue eyes shined with excitement. 

Y/N crossed her arms and leaned back on her chair, the man also did the same, he was watching her every move with his icy blue eyes. He had those famous european faces that would distract any woman. She could feel the tension between them.

‘‘I don’t have to explain myself to you Sir!’‘ she immediately grabbed her things and thrown them into her bag, in the meanwhile the blue eyed man was apologising and trying to explain her that he made a mistake but Y/N wasn’t listening. She left the Café without looking back, if she looked back she could’ve realized that she left the notebook that Mrs.Smith gave her a week ago.