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[Germany/Reader] The Story of UsI used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,
How we met and the sparks flew instantly,
People would say, "They're the lucky ones."
I used to know my place was a spot next to you,
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.
Two months, and I had lost all contact with Ludwig.
You lay in bed, trying to fall asleep.
You felt terrible.
You wanted to see him so bad.
But you couldn't bear the fact that he probably didn't want to talk to you at this point.
You had practically abandoned him.
That's when your phone rang.
You were excited for a second, but you lost all emotion when you saw Gilbert's name on the screen.
"Yes?" you asked sleepily.
"Ja, ____, I have a party next week! You'd be totally un-awesome if you didn't come!" the loud Prussian yelled through the phone.
"...Alright. Just don't call me this late ever again," you say as you hang up on him.
Oh, a simple complication,
Miscommunications lead t
[Germany/Reader] Enchanted (First-Person POV)"Come on, bella! I'll even introduce you! He'll love you, I'm sure!" the bubbly Italian said, tugging at my hand like a child.
"Feli, I-I don't know. I came here to catch up with old friend, like Gilbert and Alfred and Kiku. I've been talking to you since we got here, I'd feel bad if I blew them off," I say, averting my eyes from him.
"Well...You know Kiku! And me! And we always hang out with Doitsu! It'd be rude if you didn't meet him!" Feli argued. I sigh, taking another sip of wine from the small glass I held. After a moment, I realized that with my other hand, I was absent-mindedly twirling my hair around my finger.
A sign of nervousness.
Nervous? About meeting someone? 'Now, that's absurd.' I scold myself.
Feli was turned around, probably stuffing his face with more appetizers.
I roll my eyes and turn to walk away, but instead I come face to face with a tall, muscular...handsome...blond man.
"Hello," I say, surprised. "My name is ____," I say, offering
[Germany/Reader] EnchantedThere I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles,
Same old tired, lonely place,
Walls of insincerity,
Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face,
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you.
The blonde man sighed for the hundredth time that night. Damn his brother for making him attend the party.
Why did he have to go in the first place?
"Come on, bruder! It's just a few hours! Who know, maybe you'll meet a nice lady," the Prussian smirked.
Oh yeah, that's why.
The muscular German wandered the room, looking for anything - or anyone of interest.
At last, he laid eyes upon her. She was beautiful in her dress, and looked so eloquent with a small glass of some alcoholic drink in one hand.
The -haired woman was standing in a corner, chatting with Feliciano.
'Of course he would get the only good-looking woman here,' Ludwig thought as he rolled his eyes.
Slowly, he approached her, uneasy and nervous.
Your eyes whispered "Have we met?"
[Eleventh Doctor/Reader] The One Who Forgets All of time seemed to slow after you fell.
Just before, everything was a rush; Running, tripping, and falling right off the ledge.
Now it was the polar opposite. You stared upward, the air pushing against your body.
Up at the Doctor. His arms still outstretched, a failed attempt to catch you.
You closed your eyes, but you could still see him.
You tried to block him out, but his voice still reached your ears.
His vibrant green eyes. His flawless hair that screamed to be played with and tugged at. His perfect-in-every-way face.
His terrified expression.
His hoarse voice calling your name as you dropped to the ground below.
When I was younger,
I saw my daddy cry,
And curse at the wind,
He broke his own heart,
And I watched,
As he tried to reassemble it.
The fall seemed almost endless.
You slammed against the ground, which was surprisingly soft.
Your jagged breath...It wasn't the only one. Slowly you opened your eyes.
"Hello again," his voice softly whispered.
[The Doctor/Reader] Anywhere, Anywhen"Come with me," the strange man says. You look at him. Something about him made you trust him. You weren't sure what it was, but you felt as if you were safe.
"Alright," you reply. "But where to?"
"Anywhere." It caught you off guard.
"Anywhen." When he said this, you narrowed your eyes.
"That's not possible," you whisper.
"Oh, but it is. I can show you," the Doctor, as he called himself, says to you.
"Fine," you give in. You follow him back to his...Ship, for a lack of better words.
"It's a snog box," you say, staring at it.
"It's not! Why does everyone say that?" he asks himself, walking inside.
When you don't follow, he peeks back out.
"Are you coming?" he questions you. You roll your eyes, and approach the box.
"It's...Not what I expected," you say as you pass through the doors.
"Many don't. But you have just made the best decision of your life. I promise you won't regret it. You're going to have the time of your life," he says, smiling.
"Prove it," you respond.
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] If There Was a HeavenYou slowly opened your eyes and stretched, taking in your surroundings.
It took you a moment to realize that you weren't in your bed.
It took you another moment to realize that you had no recollection of the past few days.
Rolling off of the comfortable mattress, your feet barely touched the floor.
"Who keeps their bed this high off the ground?" you think aloud sleepily.
What time was it anyways? You scanned the room for a clock, but the only thing that looked remotely close to one was in Gallifreyan, and because of this, you couldn't read it.
Your mind cleared, and you recognized the room, though you had been in it only a few times - This was the Doctor's room.
Your eyes widened as memories started to hit you like a ton of bricks.
"Oh..." was the only thing you could manage. You got the chills, and you weren't sure if it was because you were cold, or the thought of your...intimate, to say the least...and newly established relationship with the Doctor. Probably a combination of both.
[The Doctor/Reader] Seize the DaySeize the day or die regretting the time you lost,
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over.
You sigh, tossing another book away.
"God, isn't there anything to do?" you think aloud.
Trudging into your living room, you look for anything of interest.
As usual, nothing.
It was as if the Doctor had forgotten all about you, always busy. He said he'd come back for you, but he hadn't.
You had faith in him. He was always late, you told yourself.
You grab a piece of paper and start to write.
'Gone for a walk.
Probably at the park - Meet me there.
--See you soon.'
Your sloppy and quick handwriting was scrawled onto the paper that you placed on your coffee table.
Every time you went out, you left a note.
Just in case.
There was always a chance, wasn't there?
I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time,
But I'm too young to worry.
These streets we travel on will undergo our same lost past.
Instead of sitting on th
[The Doctor/Reader] Just a NightmareSequel to 'Timesickness'
You groaned, tossing and turning, still half-awake. You had been having trouble sleeping lately, with such a close call. Your four-year-old daughter was almost lost in time, and possible forever. You had encountered the Weeping Angels, once more, and being the brilliant man he was, your Doctor was planning a way to get rid of the burden statues once and for all. You had turned your back for only a minute, and your little girl (Who had inherited her adventurous personality from both you and her father), ran off; Apparently, though she may be a very bright girl, had thought of the Angels as some sort of peek-a-boo plaything. Luckily, you had noticed her disappearance, and caught her just in time.
And so here you were. You rolled over once more, only to feel a familiar pair of arms wrap themselves around you, stopping you from moving any further.
"Sorry," you whisper into the darkness. You laugh to yourself, thinking of your reaction compared to the Doct
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? 
My breath hitched, and I turned to face him. His sincere look said everything. I threw my arms around him and buried my face into his chest.
"I've wanted to say that for a long time," my muffled voice says. Looking up to see his reaction, I see him smiling.
"Though I technically didn't say it..."
"But you still meant it," he replies.
"But, there's still one thing..." I continue. He raises an eyebrow and lets go of me.
"And what's that?"
I sigh and turn, leaning back over the railing. The gentle breeze caused my hair to flow slightly.
"What's wrong with me?"
I can almost feel his stare burning into the back of my head.
"What. Is. Going. On?" I say, louder. He lays his hands on my shoulders, but I jerk away.
"What am I?" I say, my jagged breath harsh, yet so terribly afraid. Afraid of myself.
"I...I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?" I yell. "I wasn't like this before! Your TARDIS did this to me!"
"No." His voice sounded pained. "I did. I d
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