Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Saved me

Soooo. I re-read the whole book and I found out that I did not continue this gem. Here it is. Enjoy some Sharpe content❤️

You woke up again. It was morning. The place was indeed cold. Now knew where you were. 

"I cannot be here. Why me?" Nothing was here to answer me but I'm the other hand I felt a presence in the room. It was hotter that the building itself. I could not explain it. It was warm and welcoming. I looked around and I finally saw a picture hang on the wall in front of the bed. It was him..

"Sir Thomas Sharpe." I read it out loud and slowly approached the bed again and sat down on it. My eyes never left the painting. He was so majestic and charming. A sigh escaped my lips as I recalled what I saw in the film. The horror what has been here in the beginning. It almost made you vomit.

"Now...my dear would you rather not think about me like that...." I heard it but it was faint.

And then I remembered. The two yellow eyes. And him. Thomas as his ghostly body towered over me. 

"No.... No. You're only hallucinating (y/n). It can't be real. No one is talking to you. You're just insane." I said it like a mantra. And I felt something graze my cheek. When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the cold touch was still there.

"Who are you? Show yourself." I practically shouted and I heard a tsk before me and a figure started to appear before me. He was tall. His white hair was floating. His eyes burnt into mine. His right cheek were scarred. His attire was white and blood coated them.

"Not blood my Dear it's actually...."

"Clay. Of course. You're Sir Thomas Sharpe. Now I remember everything. You were to wring over me last night."

"Well. Somebody's a clever girl. Doesn't she?"

"Not clever. Just telling the facts." I said and looked et the door. Just in case I need to run.

"Ohh. If you're telling the facts. Tell me how killed me." He said 

"It was your sister Lucille."

"Very good. Such a clever lady I have here. Welcome to the Crimson Peak my Dear. Do enjoy yourself here. But I have to be honest I do enjoy your company already." He winked and I blushed. 

"Thanks. I mean.... I don't know what to say. You're dead for crying out loud." I said almost disappointed. He cocked and eyebrow at me and then smiled mischievously.

"You thing that I'm not capable to do the thing when I was alive? My Dear do tell me......" he said and came closer and closer until he was before me looking down at me and I felt ghostly fingers lift my chin up to look at him. "What is it you think I can do? You can already feel me touch you my Dear (y/n). Why do you think that I cannot fuck you like this?" My eyes widened In shock. I retreated until my back bumped at the end of the bed. He crawled in between my legs and gently caressed my thing. I cannot help and moaned to his touch.