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[The Doctor/Reader] CuddlingYou sat in the TARDIS library, quietly reading a book. You lay, sprawled out on the loveseat, your feet hanging over the edge; yet you were perfectly comfortable.
A knock snapped you out of your little world, and you looked to the source. The Doctor stood in the doorway, smiling sweetly.
"Hey," he says, the sound of another voice so strange after the confinement you had while reading. You reply with a quiet, "Hello," and sit up straight, patting the seat next to you in hopes he would join you. Of course, he takes the offer.
"What'cha reading?" he asks, curious.
"The DaVinci Code," you reply, leaning your head against his shoulder and tossing the book onto a nearby table. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, and the only other sound in the room is the soft crackle of the artificial fireplace heater. You close your eyes and smile warmly. The Doctor looks down at you and grins back. Seeing you happy always made him smile.
"Tired?" he asks, pulling you fully onto his lap. Yo
[EleventhDoctor/Reader] Vampires in VeniceRun.
Come on! You stupid legs!
You screamed at yourself, or more so your legs, to get away.
Never had a trip gone so horribly wrong. In all your time you had spent with the Doctor, never had you been so terrified.
Or in danger.
Venice. You were in Venice. Just around the Renaissance. The Doctor had taken you here in hopes of a calm little vacation for the two of you.
You now scoffed at the idea of a quiet day that involved the Doctor. There was never a calm moment with him.
But you were okay with that.
You had been wandering the streets, visiting the various vendors, when someone had some running. They were yelling for help.
Naturally, the Doctor wanted to help.
"My daughter, they have my daughter! Please, help! Someone! Help!" they cried. Swiftly turning around, the Doctor ran towards the source, almost knocking you over in the process.
Though the moment had only lasted a second, it felt like hours to you. The two of you, so close, gave
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? 
As my eyes slowly open, I feel the Doctor's arms still wrapped around me. I smile and sigh softly. I turn the opposite way so that I faced him, and rest my forehead against his.
His steady breath and slight grin as he slept gave off an infectious tranquility. There were no other noises in the room, which I knew should've been eerie, but instead made everything seem more calm. I listened for any noises, but the only thing I could hear besides the steady breathing of us both was our heartbeats.
I could hear them. Loud and clear. Hearing. Super-hearing?
What was going on? I would ask when the Doctor woke up.
He would tell me, right?
Averting my eyes back to him, he slowly rustled the covers and he opened his eyes, staring straight into mine. He smiled as soon as he processed what was going on.
"Good morning," he uttered sleepily.
"Morning," I whisper back, snuggling as close as I can. He gladly embraces me and we lay in silence, cuddling.
I swear that I hear his
The Traveler (FC Backstory) AN: You can read more on this AU in the description!
The sound of my shoes echoed off the pavement as I made my way towards the campus. I would be late, that was certain. I tried to move as fast as I could, but the heavy books weighed me down, and the obsidian black flats that were a part of the standard uniform for the Academy, I wasn't making good progress.
Every once in a while, I glance at the belltower that was slowly getting closer. It usually served as the hangout spot for the sixth years and a public snogging spot for the seventh years. To the teachers and staff, it was the symbol of the Academy. To me it was a beacon of anxiety, looming overhead and bringing dark clouds that followed me, and me only.
The crisp green grass caresses my feet as I take a step onto the campus. Being a third year, my building was near the other end of the campus. I took in a breath of spring air that had been fused with the scent of coffee, sweat, and other all-too-familiar smells before hea
Wait for Me [The Doctor/Reader]
Some people refuse the fact that we have to say goodbye,
And wish that they could hold on to this life,
I understand what you're feeling,
Cause I used to feel the same way,
Used to wonder when I'd die,
Well, I remembered your name,
Now I'm scared the only thing I left you was pain,
So now I'm waiting for the day when I will see you again.
//The Doctor's POV//
I held ____ close, felt the warmth that was now seemingly growing duller by the minute.
Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I called out to her.
"Please, please. Please don't leave me. I know it hurts, I know. It'll be okay. You'll be alright. Hold on, I'll make it better. I promise," I beg as I weep.
"Just don't leave me alone."
Why? Why did I leave her alone?
Her eyes fluttered open.
"D-Doctor..." she stutters. I hug her closer.
"I'm right here, love. Don't worry, I'm here," I rush.
"I don't want to die," she whispers. I shake my head.
"You won't. I promise. You won't. I won't let you. Don't worry, they're gone. The alie
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? "Is this going to become a regular thing?" I ask, still drowsy from fainting.
"Well, if you don't like it, I suppose not," he replies, wrapping my arm back around his shoulder so that he can help support me.
"Never said that," I mumble. I can see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. We say nothing after that, wandering for a while.
"Where are we going?" I ask, it hurting to speak.
"Well, now we're definitely getting a hotel. It's getting dark anyways. Louvre's probably closing, if not closed already. If we're gonna spend time looking at art, we're not doing it in a manner of quickness," the Doctor says, shifting his weight.
Opening the door to our room, the Doctor picks me up bridal style and saunters into the room, closing the door behind us.
"Didn't know you were so strong," I choke, my voice hoarse.
"You underestimate me, dear ______," he replies, raising one eyebrow.
I rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes. I felt so weak. It had been getting worse the farther we walked
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? "You smell that? Authentic cuisine. Always have been a fan of the French," the Doctor rambles as we sit at a table. I smile as I take in the scenery.
"Can we visit the Louvre?" I ask.
"I suppose, after I figure out why we landed here. I'm just not quite sure what happened back there," he says.
"That's a first," I reply sarcastically.
"Very funny," he says as a waiter stops near our table. We order some wine and a meal using the TARDIS's translator, and the waiter walks off.
"Where exactly are we?" I ask.
"Paris," he replies absentmindedly, playing with the tablecloth.
"Really? Nice observation, Sherlock. Would've missed it. Let me rephrase myself; what restaurant is this?"
"Les Fines Gueules," he replies, looking up.
"It's quite high class."
"Well, you're no fun to talk to," I say.
"Sorry, love, I'm only trying to figure out why we're not where I planned," he says annoyed. I sigh.
"What a date you are," I mumble. His head snaps up.
"Say that again."
"What a date
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? At first, he seemed tense, but he eventually melted into the kiss.
After forever, we finally broke away.
"That was...unexpected..." he says.
"I...I don't know what came over me," I stutter.
"I do," he smiles. Turning, he flips a few buttons on the control panel. "Let's try this again. Where to?"
"Let's go back. To the past. Somewhere pretty. Where we can have a couple of drinks, watch the sunset, maybe see some fine art?" I reply, smiling. He leans against the panel, thinking.
"Well...There's Renaissance...Or Ancient Greece?" he thinks aloud.
"What about Rome?" I suggest. His eyes light up.
"One Ancient Rome, coming up," he says as he fixes a few dials. "Might be a little bumpy, it'd be a good idea to grab hold onto something," he shouts over the whirring engine.
Instinctively, I grab whatever is nearest--which happens to be him.
"That'll work too, I suppose," he says, wrapping his arms around me.
We landed, sending us both flying backwards.
He landed on his back, I on top of him. We l
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? Your POV
Finally, I could open my eyes. Slowly, my vision cleared, and I sat up. Looking around, I recognized the guest room of the TARDIS. The room I slept in.
I had been tucked into bed, but I was still wearing my jeans and shirt. The outfit I wore...
I felt the bed shift next to me, and I looked down.
I remember seeing him...change...but now, he did nothing. He didn't move or speak.
He was the one who kissed me.
I had felt his soft lips against mine, his warmth holding me close.
He was just laying there. He was holding my hand, our fingers entwined. I could feel my cheeks get hot.
Regenerating. He had talked about it before. It was a long and boring process.
It was also inevitable.
My head felt dizzy, and I collapsed back down on the bed. How long had I been out?
The bed shifted again, and I heard a groan.
"_-____?" the Doctor mumbled. I squeezed his hand.
"I'm right here. What do you need?"
A slight grin crossed his face, and he opened his eyes. They were a soft
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