A collection of x readers and one shots from my top four fandoms. (Supernatural, Merlin, Doctor Who and Sherlock, for those who couldn't guess.)
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"Look, Clara!" The man with the slight cheekbones and the floppy hair nodded towards me. "That girl... One day, she'll either save or destroy the world." "What happens to her?" "It depends on what you choose. I've seen all of the possible outcomes. I can't tell you any more. When I did, it changed the outcome of your actions."
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She looked up at him, mild fear and more prominent annoyance clear on her well structured face. "It's entirely down to you, Clara," he added, his hair falling into his eyes. His eyes held the weariness and wisdom of a billion years, making his young appearance very worrying to me.
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"You're sure that you can't tell me any more?" He nodded, before running his hand through his hair and moving out of his eyes. "If she destroys the world, are we there to try to stop her?" "I'm so sorry, Clara, but I can't answer any of your questions." I look around behind me once more and saw the flames approaching. They were very close now. Simultaneously, my pyromania and my anxiety started to affect me. The two people also looked to the flames, which I saw as I glanced back, to plead with them. My anxiety decided that flames are not good. They are very not good and they are alive and trying to eat me. My pyromania, at the same time, was saying that flames are very good. They are calming to look at and they are dancing for me and want to play with me. Then, as my anxiety won out and genuine terror of flames started to wash over me, I looked back. The lady was holding her hand towards me. "Come here!" she said. "Take my hand!" "But I might destroy the world!" I cried, out of fear of the flames and what I'd heard the man say. "Maybe. But there should always be compassion for another living being. And there should always be mercy." She stretched her hand out a bit closer to me. "Take my hand!" At a stretch, I managed to reach her hand and grabbed onto it with both of mine. She pulled me towards her, with the help of her male friend, pulling me to safety... And endless wonder. "Besides," she added, as her friend closed the doors they'd pulled me through, "you might not destroy it. And that's always got to be taken into account."
