[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? [10/FINAL]It's now been twelve days. All hope is lost, and I've been thinking non-stop about ways to escape. The Master doesn't bother me as often, I think I scared him off. Or perhaps he's given up on me; he probably thinks I'm nuts.
I've come to notice that with each passing day, I've gotten stronger. Though I refuse to eat, my body seems to build strength. Is this an effect of being a Time Lord? Perhaps I could overpower the Master... Then again, if it is just a perk, than I stand no chance.
Is it worth a try, at least?
What if the Master kills me in the process?
I kick the wall out of frustration, leaving a small mark in the process. The inevitable rage that I had been hiding away since I got here finally builds up again.
I have to.
Walking up to the door, I call out.
"Why don't you visit me anymore?"
"I have no need to."
"It's driving me crazy. I need to talk to someone. Please, just one visit?" I ask, sounding gloomier than I intended.
"I'm not stupid,
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? It's been three days since my kidnapping.
Every day I lose more hope, and at this point I'm only clinging onto the final strings I have left. The Master visits me frequently. He tries to get me to talk, to give him information.
I refuse, of course. I ignore him, spending most of my time laying on the bed facing the wall in an attempt to show my hatred.
A knock on the door followed by it opening told me that I had a visitor. I sighed softly, too tired to say anything snarky.
"Good afternoon," he said. I didn't respond.
"I brought you dinner." As tempting as it sounded, I didn't budge. I rarely ate, and when I did, it was when he left.
"Ready to talk?" he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. I moved away, sitting instead on the chair.
"Come on, don't be like this! What else can I do? I give you a room and food and I even visit you for the sake of your sanity!" he pleaded.
"He'll come for me," I say, my voice hoarse, as I hadn't spoken much in the time I've been here.
"It's been a while,
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done? "Doctor," I repeat, "What was that noise?" He continued walking forward, significantly slower than before.
"An old...friend," he says hesitantly.
"So...Someone who wants to kill you and or the entire human race?" I respond.
"What gives you that idea?"
"You hesitated. And the whole 'Stay close' thing." He nodded slightly, but didn't say anything after.
We continued walking, finally reaching the end of the one-way road.
On the ground, sat a cross-legged man, his face covered by the hood of his black sweatshirt.
"Hello, Doctor. I see you've found a...permanent companion?" he slowly looked up as he spoke, revealing the crazed grin he was hiding.
"And what if I have?" the Doctor responded, acting as a shield as he pushed be behind himself. The man smiled rather than grinned now.
"Then that's one more thing I can torture you with."
Neither of us saw the crazy spark in his eye until it was too late. He sprung up and slammed himself against the Doctor, sending him stumbling backwards over me.
[Loki/Reader] I Shall Wither Away "...everyone but yourself."
The Queen? You drew a sharp breath, you were in no shape to meet royalty.
Well, royalty other than your prince that awaited you.
You slowly approached the all-too-familiar cell. You were quite surprised to see that contrary to what you had heard, only Loki stood in the room.
"Was that the Queen that I heard?" you surprise him. He turns to acknowledge your question, but does not answer.
"You're late today."
"I overslept," you say, though it wasn't the truth.
"Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes, you didn't sleep at all... What kept you up?" he asks, though his tone made it seem as if he was asking himself.
You sat in your usual spot, on the side of the cell. You felt safer there, rather than in front of it but you weren't quite sure why. Loki, of course, mirrored your actions.
"Come on, what's keeping you from sleeping?" he repeats. You turn your head towards him, sleep-deprived eyes meeting his.
"I can't take it," you finally whis
[Loki/Reader] I Shall Wither Away"How long will they imprison you?" you ask, your voice quiet as if you were afraid to ask - and you were.
Loki turned and stared at his feet, not responding.
You walked towards him, asking again.
"How long until I see you again?" you repeat.
"You won't." His voice is almost as quiet as yours. "I am to waste away in the dungeons. I won't be leaving."
You nod, as you didn't know what else to do.
"So this is it? The last time I'll see you?"
"Well, you may be able to visit me, but you won't be sitting in the dungeons all day, surrounded by criminals," he replies.
"Why not?" It was unlike him to assume such things of you.
"Because I won't allow it," he finally looks up at you with tear-filled eyes.
"I'm not just...abandoning you," your voice raises.
"I will not have you spend your life in the dungeons. Not while you don't have to."
"It is my decision, Loki, my life. I will do with it what I please. And if that means sitting in the dungeon day and night with you, so be it."
He sighs and shak
[Loki/Reader] Hail to the KingWatch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.
Children roam the streets, now orphans of war,
Bodies hanging in the streets to adore.
You pull you hood over your head, in hopes of staying hidden.
It didn't work very well, as you heard your name being called.
You continue walking, trying to ignore the people around you.
Someone grabs your wrist, pulling you against the wall.
"Lady ____...Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing in the streets?" a raspy voice whispered.
One of the brutes of the neighborhood, definitely.
"Let me go," you say. No emotion showed, which was good. You tried to keep the fear hidden.
"Now why would I do that?" he responded, smirking.
"Because, I'm here," a familiar voice chimes in. The brute gasps quietly, before turning around.
"Now, that's no way to treat royalty, is it?" Loki's voice is sweet, but his face is dark.
"Y-Your Majesty...I-I was..." the brute stutters, letting you go. You run towar
[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?"