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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
[Tenth Doctor/Reader] What Have I Done?I can't see.
There is nothing.
I want to open my eyes.
I want to be able to talk.
To say, "I'm alright."
To tell him how I feel.
I can hear him call my name.
I can feel him holding me.
Is this what it's like to die?
The Doctor's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, holding in my arms. I was still regenerating, bursting with energy. Everything hurt. It hurt even worse to hold her in my arms, knowing that she was dying.
What had given her such a stupid idea, coming back for me? I could tell, she knew it would kill her. But she did it anyways.
Coughing, a familiar wisp of light appeared in the air, before dissolving. I slowly rocked back and forth, whispering to her.
"Don't leave me. Please. You can hold on, I know it. You're always so strong. I promise, it'll be over soon. I promise, just hold on. Please...Don't leave me alone again..."
There was nothing I could do. This was my curse. Having to watch everyone I knew and loved die. Trying to maintain the tears f
GermanyXReader - WantedGermany X Reader - Wanted
You know I'd fall apart without you,
I don't know how you do what you do,
'Cause everything that don't make sense about me,
Makes sense when I'm with you.
Ludwig sat against the cold stone wall and closed his eyes.
Is she alright?
Does she think about me?
...Does she still love me?
As these thoughts crossed his mind, he shook them away.
He couldn't think about this now, otherwise that's all he would think about.
And he had a war to fight.
Like everything that's green, girl, I need you,
But it's more than one and one makes two,
Put aside the math and the logic of it,
You gotta know you're wanted too.
sighed and looked at her self in the mirror again.
Do I really want to go through with this?
She fixed up her hair and makeup anyway. It would be rude to stand up someone, anyways. Just this one date. Then, you'll never have to speak to him again.
Now, what sho
GermanyXReader-His Favorite Christmas StoryGermanyXReader- His Favorite Christmas Story
He met her up in Delaware in 1937,
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress,
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when he finally gained the courage to ask her to dance.
Yes, Ludwig remembered his trip to that loud-mouthed America.
He stayed in a hotel in Delaware. It was Christmas Eve, and snow covered everything in sight outside.
He looked at the clock. He had to get ready for Alfred's party, which started in an hour.
Quickly, he dressed at nice as he could, sporting a black tuxedo, his hair combed back, aside for a few loose strands of hair that hung low over his face.
As he drove, he looked at the houses. They were much more festive than those he would've seen in his home country. Some houses almost blinded him as he passed.
He arrived at the party a few minutes early, and his eyes fell upon a wonderful girl. Their eyes met, his bright blue staring into her ones.
It wasn't until late that he final
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