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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Little Witch - Part 18

The Darkling x Reader

The Winter Fete was fast approaching. The Little Palace was being cleaned up and stitched up in preparation and the seamstress unit was overwhelmed with orders of silk keftas and lavish gowns.

Aleksander was away at front lines on behalf of the Lantosv King again and you were buried up to your neck in work that would otherwise go to him. You pondered for much too long why he always left and you stayed. He constantly left for the camps and front-lines, tending to Grisha in the outposts and dealing with war duties while you were stuck in the confines of this very Palace, signing your name away and reading boring documents. From what you gathered though it had been the same before you arrived, your intelligence prevailing even now.

'You called for me Deputy?' An older Squaller loomed at your door, her greying hairs curling at the sides of her face.

'I did indeed, please sit.' You pointed towards the small sofa in the corner of your room and got up from your desk, heading for it too.

'I think it's about time I thanked you in person for everything you've done for me, Irina.' You picked up the sealed envelope sitting on the table and held it out to her.

'Is that what I think it is?' The older woman visibly teared up, a feathering touch on the envelope.

'I owe it to you and your mother, Irina. Take it.'

'This is so much more than we have given you.'

'Don't be fooled. , I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.'

'Does he know?'

'Of course he doesn't. I keep my own affairs in order without him prying in.'

'Are you sure?' It struck you with a strangeness that you were much older than the Grisha in front of you and had nothing to show for it. You had seen her as a newborn baby cradled in her mother's arms all those years ago and yet you stood before her, the epitome of youth.

'Go. Live your life. It's all in there.' You gestured to the envelope. Irina looked at you just as her mother once did, a look of gratitude and hope. 'He may not be alive anymore but your girl is. So go, I beg of you.'

She stood up and hugged you tightly, quietly crying out of pure joy. You sushed her like you did when she was just a child.

'Go before I decide to keep you around.' You tried to lighten the mood, to say goodbye without having to actually say it. You knew deep down you would never see her again, and given the fact that her daughter was an otkazat'sya, you had no use for her either. Her life was far away from the Os Alta, you made sure of it and now her mother would get to join her and they could live out the rest of their days as a family.

'Y/N you will always be family. My mother made sure of it. I will always be here to serve you.'

'Go'

And she did, with the envelope clutched tightly in her hand, the daughter of your long-passed best friend walked out the door, ending your relationship with the Volkov Grisha.

You met Inessa Volkov during your very first year in the First-Army. She was a Squaller too, stationed at Kribirsk to aid skiff journeys. She was a firecracker, a feisty Zemeni woman who could both bark and bite and never relied solely on her small science.

It was most strange to see soldiers from opposite armies be friends, but Inessa would always swear she knew you were special. She followed you to the Little Palace, helped you evolve into the infamous witch the Fjerdan's began to fear, but her life hit a standstill when she got pregnant. Twins, the girl a Grisha, the boy an otkazat'sya.

Your position allowed for you to help the boy along in life, to prevent him from being dumped in an orphanage by the other Grisha. You gave him a life of happiness and content away from the buzz of capital and for that Inessa was indebted to you, even after your supposed death.

Irina only knew you as a character in her mother's bedtimes stories until you reached out. From then on, Irina served as one of your spies in the Palace while you stayed in the shadows watching Aleksander's moves from a long distance.

Irina was the last link you had to your old life apart from Aleksander and Baghra, of course. You were lucky she was powerful and could live a long life like her mother, but it still hurt to know she would die eventually and you would still be you. You were used to watching those around you die, Aleksander had prepared you for it unintentionally through his various stories and explained life adventures but the sting was still there.

You and Aleksander were on the same page when it came to Grisha abandoning the war effort, but you couldn't help yourself to not let Irina go. She had a daughter and grandkids that she deserved to spend time with in her old age.

No doubt Aleksander would throw up a fuss about a missing Grisha, but you had planned for it already. In the envelope was Irina's death certificate, the address of her daughter's abode, and all the information on her twin brother's family. You wouldn't tell him the truth ever, you would take it to the grave, if you even have to pleasantry to meet.

If he were to find out, with it would come the bubbling question of 'How many spies were there?' and there were too many to count. You had a looming presence and influence in the Palace long before you physically came back and no doubt he would be pissed that you got away with it.

'Deputy, are you to dine in the hall today or in your chambers?' The maid was looking at you and asking the same question she asked every night.

'I think I'll dine with the Grisha, thank you.'

Lately, you ate your dinners cold and in your office, eating only when you remembered the silver tray sitting idly on the table. When Aleksander comes back he's getting an earful and a stack of papers to read. That'll show him.

The hall was filled with pleasant chatter as you approached your seat. It no longer went quiet as you entered, instead a smile or two were sent your way when you noticed. Alina was sitting at her chair sulking over her plate as she usually did and Zoya was too busy eating to notice anything going on around her.

Your food was warm this time as you dug in, drinking the hefty meal down with kvas. You weren't privy to the conversation taking place around you as your thoughts were suddenly overtaken by him. You were never needy, but as of late you wanted to be near Aleksander at all times which was difficult since he wasn't here. The quick kiss he bestowed upon you before he entered his carriage did little to appease you. He never told you when he would be back, but you hoped he wouldn't miss the fete.

Alina was getting stronger, a messy report said that apparently something snapped in her and she grew in power almost overnight. Sometimes when you walked the Palace halls at night, you would catch glimpse of light coming out from under her door. She was growing confident and it suited her. You knew it wasn't any thanks to Baghra.

'Y/N'

'Hmm?' You looked up from your food to see who called you by your name and not your title and relaxed when your eyes caught Zoya's bored ones.

'Botkin asked me to ask you why you've been skipping your combat?' She looked around impassively as if this was the least of her problems but you knew she had nothing better to do given Aleksander's warning to her.

'Oh ummm, I've been busy.' You set your cutlery down and downed the rest of the kvas.

'A Grisha is never too busy to train, lazy perhaps.' You squinted up at the brunette with a false offense.

'Do you have something else to say to me Zoya?'

'I don't know what you mean.'

'Alright then if you say so.' You got up from your chair, coaxing her up from her own. 'Perhaps, your Deputy wants to train now. Should you care to join her?' You knew Zoya was an excellent Squaller, and an even better fighter but was she better than you?

You didn't miss the look of surprise on her face or the silent acceptance of the challenge as you both walked out of the hall, aiming for the training grounds.

'Don't worry about knocking me cold, the General doesn't speak for me.'

The spaces were empty, all Grisha being at dinner and Botkin seemingly busy too.

'I should hope so.'

If you looked at it from a subjective perspective, Inessa and Zoya were very alike. They both had that ruthless and vindictive aspect to their behavior paired with that sharp tongue and intelligent nature. They would've hated each other.

'Come on Nazyalensky, let's see what your made of.' You got into position, holding up your fists in front of you, ready to strike a blow if need be. You let her hit first, effortlessly dodging and ducking her punches and hooks. She was as fast as a bird in flight, swift and elegant. It impressed you, but unfortunately for her, it wasn't enough. You had her restrained in a matter of seconds, her arms behind her back and chest heaving against the wet ground.

'A worthy opponent. You're pretty good I must confess.' You let her go and stood up, adjusting your kefta around your waist.

'Again' You rolled your eyes at her inability to lose. Just like Inessa.

'Zoya, quit while your ahead. Besides I'm tired.'

'You do nothing all day, how can you be tired'

'Do you speak to the General the same way?'

'Only when he's not listening.' she joked and you actually laughed. It was refreshing to hear someone speak of him without that devout loyalty.

You walked back to the Palace, laughing and joking with the Squaller until you went your separate ways.

You didn't know what happened, but from that day onwards the rude Zoya Nazyalensky became a friend.

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Part 19

Contrary to popular belief, I would die for Zoya 😍🥰🥰

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intuitive-revelations · 2 years

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EVE: Online x Doctor Who initial thoughts and rambling

Still in the process of examining and breaking down Gallifrey's appearance in EVE: Online. I'd like to get to it myself but haven't managed yet since I'm new at the game, so for now have been relying on gameplay videos online. This does mean there may be stuff I'm missing, perhaps overlooked by the experienced EVE players whose videos I was watching.

Initial thoughts?

As far as I can tell there's basically no lore or story, which is a bit disappointing given it was advertised as featuring remnants from the Time War. The main takeaway is the loot (some Eve: Online stuff (which I guess you could argue absorbs EVE's lore into the Doctor Who universe: it's also called an "interstellar convergence" not a multiversal one) and some Who-themed outfits and skins, though I did find a scrap piece of a Dalek plunger so there may be more unique stuff?), gameplay, and the Gallifrey maps.

I'm mostly positive on the latter. A bit disappointed that it's not an explorable system, but rather isolated regions with a surrounding skybox, though the different "warp matrix filaments" do lead to different positions around Gallifrey, so you do get to see it from multiple perspectives.

They also clearly went with style over substance, which has pros and cons. On one hand, I clearly can't use sizes or distances for analysis as everything is way too close together to work physically.

On the other hand - a lot is visible!

For example?

Polarfrey (!!!)

Well granted, it's not labelled as that or anything, but that's the best fit for the planet in Gamma Kasterborous.

In fact, I think the artist must have done some research, as they didn't do a bad job with the system.

Gallifrey with it's two moons and rings (a bit thicker than they probably should be, but again, I'll let it pass for visuals). The moons match up pretty nicely with sources. Right is obviously the very large and close coppery Pazithi Gallifreya. Left is the other, thus-far unnamed smaller moon.

Interestingly, the colours vary a lot from different perspectives. Just above the atmosphere of Gallifrey, everything is very red, suggesting perhaps an effect of the upper atmosphere or transduction barrier, or maybe just relative desaturation due to the surrounding warp convergence and nebulae. The second moon also looks more grey than blue, which fits quite nicely with its differing depictions.

While not much detail is clear from high orbit, low orbit does show visible bodies of water! It seems to only be a small portion of the surface visible though.

There's also this planet, which I think is either Karn or Tersurus. It seems to be opposite the suns, I think, which suggests one of those outer planets, plus it doesn't match the inner Venus-like planet seen in Power Rangers: Lost Galaxy.

So yeah, either a somewhat desaturated Karn, or Tersurus mixing its Big Finish and Fatal Death designs. Both also have at least one moon, which matches up.

Background visuals are also very played up, considering Gallifrey's supposed to be sat in the dying days of space.

My many possible Watsonian explanations:

This could simply be an effect of the Convergence, which does create smaller nebulae and wormhole-like structures.

This Gallifrey could be yet another cloneworld (probably not, but always a nice fallback theory).

Gallifrey is no longer positioned at the end of the universe (which would have interesting implications, given that red-grassed planet Bel visited in the present day in Flux).

This is Gallifrey at another point in its history than the Doctor's present (but clearly post-Time War - arguably disproven by the presence of 13th Doctor-styled loot?). Maybe this is set between Day and Time of the Doctor, and the EVE universe is one the Time Lords explored trying to find their way back into N-Space? Or the EVE universe IS the universe Gallifrey was stored in after Day?

Gallifrey's system briefly popped into the EVE universe for another reason, or just as a natural effect of the convergence? Maybe it's the same kind of convergence that led to the events of Assimilation^2, hence the mix of EVE: Online and DW items - it's a temporarily merged 'amalgam' universe akin to the Star Trek/Doctor Who universe in that comic?

Possible Division/Flux related shenanigans, given we were just exploring the idea of re-establishing in a whole new universe (though my interpretation was that it would have been the post-universe, which would have a greatly different appearance and physics).

#Doctor Who #EVE: Online #Doctor Who EU #The Interstellar Convergence #Gallifrey #Gamma Kasterborous #Gallifreyan Astrophysics #Karn #Tersurus #Polarfrey #DW Theory

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ssaalexblake · 2 years

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It's driving me crazy, that they're doing this deep dive into Time Lord history and nay a mention of Rassilon and Omega. I know it's about the Doctor discovering who they are but some clarification would be nice, especially since it's big addition in Time Lord lore and Rassilon and Omega are the big founders of Time Society. And assuming Tecteun and Rassilon are different people - who have monstrous egoes some details about their relationship and why Rassilon is the revered founder and why Tecteun is forgotten and sulking about in a space station would be nice

I will be perfectly honest off the bat here, i honestly just Don't care about knowing those things in a set in stone way, so maybe i'm biased with not minding they've not gone into it??

But imo, the logical interpretation is that Tecteun is The Other and from how they've been presented in the show thus far I personally am more than willing to accept that Tecteun just doesn't give a rats about the inner politics or the general running of Gallifrey (she's immediately stated to be a scientist and her contributions to gallifrey's founding are scientific too, she's not and never was a politician) and that that immediately removes any reason for serious conflict with Rassilon.

I mostly think their characterization works everything out just fine without exposition?

I mean, sure, Tecteun Used to give some kind of a damn about Gallifrey, she helped found it. But as she said, the division got so big and the reach so long, that suddenly Gallifrey must have been so small and Tecteun was but a brief footnote in history whose existence was known of but name forgotten. The Other.

It's not that I think she's got no ego, she's Monstrously egotistical, but Rassilon is content to rule over Gallifrey as Part of the universe while Tecteun is out there viewing the whole universe as nothing but an experiment to poke at that she herself is above, and when you have a whole universe, what's one planet that she's now moved so far beyond? She's not hanging out on that outpost because she's been shunned by Gallifrey, she's there because it's her place of power much as Rassilon's place of power is as president, she's lording over the whole universe that she doesn't see herself as a part of and can therefore do to it what she wants. The Ego is astounding.

But that's their difference, Rassilon is Very much interested in being top dog in the universe. Tecteun doesn't want to be top dog because she doesn't even see herself as a part of the place to start with, but above the whole thing.

I don't really think them clashing would be an issue simply because both characters are portrayed to care about very different things? He's the dictator, she's the scientist. Those two roles Could clash, but only if they came into contact with each other and i doubt they would have after a certain point in the history.

And as for before that, no dictator gets to power without a circle and if history tells us anything it's that they're perfectly capable of doing this horror while not trusting each other and then waiting till somebody isn't useful to kill them or politically cripple them. Last season i honestly just thought that Rassilon Got Rid Of her after Gallifrey was confidently seated as a place of power in the universe to secure his own power at some point, but from how she's been portrayed in her own words this season I think it's much more likely she left public eye of her own accord due to sheer apathy about Gallifrey and her own ego, and Rassilon was either content with that and was happy to see the back of her or actively just couldn't find her to get rid of her properly when she left.

and i'll be totally honest and say i find omega as a story the opposite of gripping and would be happy if nobody mentioned it again ever?? so i'm definitely biased there lol

idk, we already know a ton about Rassilon, if Chibnall decided to go off on one on pointless-to-the-active-plot gallifrey politics exposition when the ep count has been reduced twice already i'd have been furious at him, Maybe if there had been more episodes, and each to their own, but i honestly have no problems deducing this stuff into something that makes sense to me based only from characterization and there are things in this serial that aren't possible to logic out of without being told exactly what went down. Utilitarian, but nobody can say the time constraints are the fault of the show runner.

In the end, unforeseen circumstances have completely influenced this season of dw, and chibnall's been planning this all for Years so it's pretty much a forgone conclusion that many things got cut and I'd honestly prefer gallifrey politics - than can be revisited at any time at a later date, even by different people - was ignored in favour of active plot lines with characters right now that won't ever get resolved if they don't do it immediately.

#randomnessoffiction #dw shit #dw spoilers #i honestly mostly just don't care #i'd prefer they talk about the plot as it relates to the characters and morals of the season #than go off on one to explain something that's not actually necessary to talk about #but it is each to their own #i do however think what has been presented does make sense without exposition tho #even if it could go a few different ways #but isn't that just like... dw backstory Anyway???#about different things that Could have happened and u pick your lane #dw canon is a myth just ignore what u hate is my method #or possibly Everything is canon so just acknowledge the stuff you like #idk #i just can't claim to care #now i Am bitter the yaz and khan family stuff has been erased from the narrative but what am i gonna do abt it?#not their fault they got episode cuts #sigh #dw meta

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riversofmars · 3 years

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After messing with an extraction chamber, the Doctor finds herself in a parallel universe. A universe where her long-lost loved ones are still alive. The initial joy for seeing them wears off quickly: these people are distorted versions of those she knew. In this world, down is up, up is down, and the Doctor finds herself looking into a mirror when she encounters the ruler of the Empire she accidentally trespassed in.

Welcome to the Mirrorverse. :D

Ship: River/Thirteen

Rating: M

Tags (let me know if anyone else wants in on this): @janewaymarco @mrsbasiqmikaelson

Chapter 1: Mirror Mirror

“River?“

The Doctor’s ears were ringing and she struggled to breath when she hit the ground. She felt like she was going to throw up. She had lost all sense of direction when she had been knocked over by a violent jolt. When she managed to open her eyes, she realised she was still in the same place she’d been before things had started going wrong. The sterile white of an extradition chamber on Gallifrey was blinding her, only increasing the throbbing headache developing between her temples.

“River?“ She said again, her voice weak. She rolled onto her side and then pushed herself up on all fours feeling unsteady. She looked around and the hope she had been holding on to faded away. She was alone still, it hadn’t worked. But why not? She had done everything exactly right, River should be here! But what about that jolt that had knocked her over? As she slowly regained control of her senses, she could feel that she wasn’t where she had been before. Geographically, yes but… She couldn’t have travelled in time, this felt like no ordinary displacement, this was violent, forceful, painful.

The Doctor clambered to her feet, wincing through the pain. It wasn’t localised, she just hurt all over, like every tiny molecule in her body revolted against being here. She was adjusting, but slowly.

Suddenly, there were voices outside and she froze. Gallifrey lay in ruins, it was a dead planet, the Master had seen to that. There should be no-one here but her. And she shouldn’t even have been here either, this whole venture had been a stupidly selfish idea. It didn’t seem to matter now, it hadn’t worked. Quite the contrary, something had gone very wrong and she was about to find out what.

Slowly, the Doctor made her way to the door but before she could reach it, the door was slammed open and she found herself staring at Yasmin Kahn. Only, she didn’t look like her Yaz at all and she was pointing a gun at her.

“What the hell is going on here? This area is off…“ Her harsh words died on her lips when she recognised her. “Emperor, I’m so sorry… We didn’t expect you back, what…“ She lowered her gun quickly, almost fearfully.

“Emperor?“ The Doctor echoed bewildered staring back at her in shock. Moments later, Ryan and Graham appeared behind her, their expressions as shocked as hers. They were all wearing some sort of uniform. Black leather, golden buckles, Gallifreyan symbols… each wearing a sword. “What’s going on here…“

“Your Excellence.“ Yaz struggled for words. “I’m sorry, we didn’t know it was you, we just received the alert, we assumed you were still on Sontar…“

“What?“ The Doctor took in her words but couldn’t make sense of them. “Yaz? Ryan? Graham? How did you get here? And what are you wearing?“ The three of them exchanged confused glances. “You’re not meant to be here, I left you on Earth… River… this should have worked.“ The Doctor looked back around the extraction chamber. What was happening here?

“Something is wrong here.“ Ryan whispered to the others, his voice low and distrusting, and Graham agreed:

“That can’t be…“

The Doctor looked back at them. She hardly recognised them like this. It wasn’t just the outfits or the ridiculous goatees Ryan and Graham were sporting, their expressions were hard and distrusting, any sort of joy and warmth was missing from their eyes.

“Emperor, we mean no disrespect but… why are you dressed like that? What happened.“ Yaz asked, treading lightly, almost afraid to question on the off-chance her gut feeling was off. Nevertheless, she tightened her grip around her gun again.

The Doctor was beginning to feel it now as her senses sharpened, acclimatising.

“No… no no no… that’s can’t be…“ She looked around, than down at her hands. “I haven’t travelled in time, I would have felt that… But how is that possible? What is this place?“ She took a breath, as if sampling the air. “It’s like everything… the particles vibrate at a different rate, is this a parallel universe?“ She looked back to the people in front of her that were definitely not her Fam. “I’m sorry, so sorry, but I don’t think I’m meant to be here.“

“Who are you? What are you talking about?“ All three of them pulled their guns on her now, accepting this was not the person they had presumed her to be. Something strange was happening.

“Right, okay, this might come as a bit of a shock… I’m not the person you think I am… I mean, I am, but perhaps a different version, I mean…“ The Doctor started rambling, struggling to explain. “I’m the Doctor and you’re Yasmin Kahn, Graham O’Brien and Ryan Sinclair, I…“ She took a step closer, holding her hands up to them, trying to somehow reassure them but it seemed to have the opposite effect. “We know each other, sort of…“

“What have you done with the Emperor?“ Graham spat, his expression one of deadly fury.

“I haven’t done anything, I… I think I was transported here by accident, I mean you no harm…“ The Doctor replied calmly.

“Seal off the corridor, no-one can know about this. Get her Majesty. Don’t send anyone else, go yourselves.“ Yaz snapped at the other two who quickly nodded and hurried off.

“Who are you?“ Yaz demanded to know. “Get on the ground!“

“Yaz, there is no need for this.“ The Doctor insisted but she could tell from the expression on Yaz’s face that she was deadly serious. Any attempt to reason with her was futile. So slowly, the Doctor got to her knees, placing her hands on the back of her head. Her hearts were starting to race, as the initial confusion and curiosity about it all wore off. It was replaced by a deep anxiety. What had happened to her sweet, kind group of friends? If she was right - and she usually was - these people were not her Fam, and she could tell already that she would do well to remember that. “There is another version of me here, right? You recognise me, only different? I’m the Doctor and in my universe, we’re friends Yaz, put the gun down.“ She repeated, almost pleading.

“How did you get in here?“ Yaz questioned, her demeanour unchanged.

“I told you, it was an accident.“ The Doctor insisted, why wouldn’t she believe her?

“Who are you working with?“ Yaz carried on.

“I’m not working with anyone!“ The Doctor retorted. Why would she be assuming that she was? What was going on in this place?

“What sort of a disguise is that, how do you look like…“ Yaz jabbed her gun at her.

“It’s not a disguise!“ The Doctor pleaded for her to believe her. “This is a different universe to mine, you must know that’s possible, if you’ve travelled with me like my Yaz has, I’m…“

“There hasn’t been a crossing in ages.“ They were interrupted and the Doctor’s eyes widened in shock. Ryan and Graham had carried out their orders and returned, they remained standing guard at the door, as River Song strolled into the room.

“What…“ The Doctor couldn’t find words. There she was, the object of her futile quest, alive and well. Maybe it had worked and she had crossed into this universe as well? The brief moment of hope, however, was quickly dashed when Yaz took a little bow, stepping aside.

“Your Majesty…“

“Put the gun down, Captain.“ River gave her a dismissive wave.

“Ma’am, I…“ Yaz didn’t seem to agree but her reluctant protest was greeted with utter disregard.

“It wasn’t a suggestion.“ River snapped and Yaz flinched, she quickly holstered her weapon. She stepped back, clasping her hands behind her back, every inch the obedient soldier. River’s attention remained wholly with the Doctor who was looking up at her in shock.

“Hello, Sweetie.“ River smirked. “What a delightful surprise.“

“River.“ The Doctor whispered when she finally found her voice. Of course it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that in this reality River was alive, but she hadn’t been prepared to come face to face with her.

“Show some respect.“ Yaz snapped at the Doctor but River waved off her protest almost amused.

“That’s quite alright, I imagine we know each other well in another life.“ She tilted her head looking down at the Doctor, seizing her up. The Doctor struggled for composure. She hadn’t seen her wife in such a long time, the look of her took her breath away. She was wearing a beautiful navy gown, expensive looking jewellery and very high heels. Sternly she had to remind herself that this wasn’t her River, and this place wasn’t where she was meant to be. As nice as seeing her was, she could tell, just like with the Fam, that she was a long way from the person she knew and loved. Something had gone wrong when she had used the extraction chamber and she had to find out what it was and find a way back.

“Please, River, there has been an accident. I’ve crossed over to what I think is a parallel universe to mine. I know you, all of you, versions of you. I just need to find a way back. You have to believe me.“ The Doctor hoped River at least would understand her. It appeared that in this universe she was close to their version of the Doctor as well. She couldn’t help the wave of jealousy she felt for knowing their Doctor still had her wife.

“I believe you.“ River said drawing her attention back to the present.

“You do?“ The Doctor didn’t know what to say, she hadn’t expected her to just agree.

“Of course, darling, you’re hardly the first but it has been a long long time.“ River answered.

“Then you must know how I can get back!“ The Doctor exclaimed in relief. She felt incredibly uncomfortable in this place. She didn’t belong here and her discomfort outweighed the terrible ache in her hearts she felt for seeing River again. As much as when wanted to just fling herself around her neck, something about her made her uneasy. She wasn’t her River. She could already tell this was not a universe she would like to spend any amount of time in, no matter how much she longed for the people in it.

“I’m afraid it’s not going to be as easy as all that. Once we learned there was a whole other universe out there, we’ve tried crossing over but with limited success. After a while we stopped trying and no more natural crossings happened. But now that you are here… Just wait till my wife gets home.“ River grinned with a sort of excitement that chilled the Doctor to the bone.

“Your wife… that’s me, right?“ The Doctor asked slowly and River started laughing in a way that was bound to set off the Doctor’s flight instincts.

“If you want to look at it that way… though I’m afraid you don’t compare.“ She chuckled, her voice condescending. “So what is it you call yourself?“

“What’s that supposed to mean?“ The Doctor frowned, bewildered. “I’m the Doctor.“

“The Doctor.“ River repeated clearly amused. “Of course.“

Before the Doctor could question her reaction, River turned back to Yaz who was waiting patiently.

“Take her to my quarters, make sure no-one sees her, no-one must know about this.“ She instructed and Yaz nodded quickly. “Has anyone else seen her?“

“No, no-one. I was us that found her, Ma’am.“ She answered, continuing to face forward.

“Good.“ River nodded. “I can trust you to keep this secret, can’t I, Captain?“

“Naturally.“ The captain nodded again. It didn’t seem to be enough assurance for River because she stepped closer to Yaz and carried on more threateningly:

“I don’t have to spell out to you what would happen if anyone found out about this?“

“No Ma’am.“ Yaz didn’t flinch but the Doctor noticed her tensing up.

“Very well.“ River went from threatening to cheerful in a heartbeat. The Doctor wanted to protest, she just wanted to try and find a way back but she didn’t get the opportunity. The Fam were on her in seconds throwing a bag over her head.

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The Doctor stumbled over her own feet as she was being led through never ending corridors. She couldn’t see anything, she had to go by sounds. It was incredibly disorienting. Initially she had fought back and protested but she soon realised that there was no point when they had put handcuffs on her. Every now and then, there were voices, Gallifrey wasn’t deserted as it was in her universe.

“Seal off the entire wing, no-one gets in without my expressed permission.“ The Doctor could just about make out River’s voice and chanted acknowledgement from the Fam. She wasn’t sure if she should even refer to them as that, even in her head, it didn’t seem fitting. They appeared like some sort of honour guard… the uniform and the ceremonial swords certainly spoke to it. Her thoughts were interrupted when a heavy door closed behind them and her hearts picked up speed, the situation grew more threatening by the second. Yaz was pulling her along, her hand around her arm, squeezing a bit harder than perhaps necessary. She could here the tapping of River’s heels ahead. The tapping was starting to sound more hollow and echoey, as if the corridor opened into a bigger room with high ceilings.

“Flowers?“ The Doctor frowned to herself when the smell of all sorts of exquisite flowers took her over. It was the last thing she expected on Gallifrey.

“I have them brought from all over the universe, Gallifrey is so dull and orange, what’s life without a little beauty.“ River must have caught her words of surprise.

“You live on Gallifrey?“ The Doctor deduced.

“Gallifrey is the seat of power for all the known universe, where else would I be living?“

“Your Majesty, right, figures…“ The Doctor was slowly beginning to put the pieces together and she didn’t care for the outcome.

Another door opened and that’s when they came to a halt.

“Get out of that chair, Mother, she will not be pleased to find you in it again.“ River snapped, clearly annoyed.

“Well, it’s the most comfortable one in this hellhole.“ The Doctor was shocked when she recognised Amy’s voice, full of annoyance. It hardly sounded like her at all.

“You’re more than welcome to enjoy the other pleasures the palace has to offer.“ River sighed exasperated. “You don’t have to sit here waiting for something to happen.“

“I am bored!“ Amy shot back. “It’s about bloody time she gets back, we’ve not had any real fun in ages.“ There was a pause in which the Doctor presumed she had noticed her. “What are you up to.“

“Well, it is rather a bit complicated.“ There was excitement in River’s voice.

“Complicated sounds not boring.“ Amy observed and River went on:

“You can’t tell anyone about this.“

“Who are we going to tell? Everyone in this place is scared shitless of us.“ Rory. Rory was there too, his voice so foreign with the distaste in it.

“Until you turn your back, then they try and stab a knife in it.“ Amy sounded amused.

“Did someone try to kill you?“ River interjected quickly and the Doctor couldn’t believe the implicitness with which she stated that assumption.

“We dealt with it.“ Rory replied dismissively.

“I dealt with it, thank you very much.“ Amy interrupted.

“You know the Timelords really despise us being here.“ Rory pointed out. There was the faint noise of something being sharpened, like a rock against a blade.

“Why?“ River sighed, she sounded annoyed, as if they had had this conversation plenty of times before.

“Because we’re not like them.“ Rory said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re my parents…“ River pointed out and Amy cut in:

“They despise you too.“

“They can tell me that to my face and see what happens.“ River snapped. “They’re weak and I don’t care for their pathetic opinions. Their little Empire would be nothing without us.“

“Without her.“ Amy corrected her.

“Are you trying to make me cross?“ River bit back.

“I’m just reminding you of the facts, daughter, dearest. If it wasn’t for her undying love for you, we’d be a long way away from this place.“ Amy carried on.

“Is there a point to all this?“ River sighed, annoyed.

“The point is, I’M BORED! When is your wife coming home? This city grinds to a halt whenever she leaves. No games. No pillages. No wars without her say so, where is she?!“ It sounded like Amy had jumped to her feet, going off on a rant.

“Not back yet, off smashing that pesky uprising on Sontar…“ River replied thoroughly exasperated by this point.

“They keep trying, don’t they.“ Rory sounded amused. “Pathetic little potatoes, they’re just not made for combat, are they.“

“She could have taken us along at least.“ Amy sighed wistfully.

“And left the palace unattended? Who knows what sort of an assassination plot we’d come back to.“ River huffed.

“So what have we got here.“ Amy’s voice came closer and the Doctor tensed up a little, she tested the handcuffs on her back to see if she could get out of them but they were vastly more effective than the human equivalents that she was more adapt at breaking out of.

“Leave us and guard the door.“ River said and Yaz finally let got of the Doctor and stepped away. Without a word of warning, River pulled the hood off her head. The Doctor blinked, needing a moment to adjust. Amy came into focus first, staring back at the Doctor in disbelief. She was dressed in tight black jeans and tank top, her fiery red hair, wild and unruly.

“How is this possible.“ It was Rory that spoke first. He stopped sharpening his sword and leaned forward in his chair, his expression questioning yet stern. The Doctor wanted to say something, acknowledge them, as her friends, her former companions, two people she missed with all her hearts, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak. She was too uneasy about it all, this place was hostile and the more she learned about it, the more she knew she had to get away from here.

“This, Father dearest, is the Doctor.“ River smirked.

“The Doctor? Is that a joke?“ Amy looked to her daughter, than back to the Doctor, confused and somewhat unsettled. “It’s not…“

“Of course it’s not.“ River started laughing as if it was the most ridiculous thought in the world.

“Then how…“ Rory was as confused as his wife.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!“ The Doctor burst out at last, having had enough. “I’m not meant to be here, I need to get back to…“ She tugged at her handcuffs. “Seriously, the joke is over, let me go and…“

“What you need to do is shut up.“ River interrupted her sharply.

“She’s from the other side.“ Amy realised. Of course she did, clever Amy, she was still clever.

“There hasn’t been a crossing in…“ Rory waved his hand, he couldn’t remember how long it had been. He got up and sheathed his sword before stepping closer.

“The universes have drifted too far apart for it to occur naturally anymore. But she has found a way.“ River explained crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“It was an accident, I need to find out what happened so I can get back.“ The Doctor retorted.

“Yes, you will, and when you do, you will show us just how to do that.“ River smirked and went on to explain with great amusement: “This galaxy, this universe, has become so boring, our Empire expands into the farthest reaches, hardly anyone dares stand up against us anymore.“

“So you want to cross into an alternate universe and conquer it? That’s insane.“ The Doctor exclaimed in shock.

“That’s the way we do things around here, Doctor.“ River smiled a predatory smile. She stepped a little closer and reached out to stroke her cheek. “I must say, you couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. You will be a great help.“ The Doctor flinched back, the way she was looking at her was making her want to run.

“For Gallifrey.“ Rory called in amusement.

“For the Time Lords.“ Amy joined him, laughing through it.

“You two shut up.“ River snapped, annoyed at their childish behaviour.

“So if you are her… you must know us in your reality?“ Amy asked, stepping up closer to the Doctor now. “What are we like? I’m curious.“

The Doctor didn’t answer, she averted her eyes. It was no great feat to disassociate them from her Amy and Rory, these were completely different people. But she still saw these faces, heard these voices and couldn’t help but think of them. Her Ponds. Kind, compassionate Rory. Brave, clever Amy. In her universe she had lost them and here they were alive and well, distorted copies of her dear friends. The pain cut deeper than she had thought possible. It wasn’t fair.

“What? Have you lost your voice?“ Amy smirked, obviously delighting in her discomfort.

“I’m just dying to find out more about this other universe.“ River chuckled, apparently having great fun with this as well. “What is she like? Your River?“

“Stop it.“ The Doctor protested half-heartedly, she didn’t want to speak about them, be reminded of all the ways they were different to the people she loved and feel the pain of their loss more deeply.

“When you’re asked a question, you better answer it.“ Rory snapped, pulling his sword on her for good measure. “You know, I only just sharpened this, I’m sure you can be just as useful minus a hand… might make you more cooperative…“

“What the hell is going on here?!“ A voice like ice cut the conversation short. Rory put his sword away disappointed and Amy took a step back while River’s expression brightened with joy. The Doctor looked around with a terrible sense of foreboding. She locked eyes with herself and a shiver ran down her spine. The other Doctor raised her eyebrows, if she was shocked, she hid it well. Slamming the door shut behind herself, she slowly circled around looking her up and down while the Doctor did the same: Same face, slender frame and blonde cropped hair, but an expression of bemusement and intrigue on her face that the Doctor didn’t think herself capable of. She was dressed almost all in black: tight jeans, heavy boots, a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Yellow braces like the Doctor’s were the only splash of colour on her, apart from the red on her hands and forearms that looked a lot like blood.

“Welcome home, Sweetie.“ River grinned at her wife. “I have got a present for you.“

“I can see that.“ Her voice was soft, low and thoughtful and it was incredibly unsettling. It was almost as if she was already planning what to do with her.

“Emperor.“ Rory greeted his daughter-in-law more respectfully and handed her a towel for her hands.

“So what are we going to do with her?“ Amy burst out with excitement.

“Will you just let me get in the door?“ The Emperor, as she seemed to like to call herself, snarled in annoyance as she wiped her hands. The Doctor watched, deeply unsettled, that was definitely blood.

“Well, it has been ages since…“ Amy was starting again and quickly realised she shouldn’t have.

“Out, just get OUT!“ The Emperor’s temper was quick. “Can I not get a moment’s peace and quiet in this place?!“

“Fine.“ Amy rolled her eyes and waved for Rory to come along, she shot a brief glance to River who nodded, encouraging them to get a move on.

“Emperor.“ The Ponds gave her a nod, minding their manners, as they departed.

“Welcome home, Darling.“ River turned to her wife with a smile that was utterly heartfelt and genuinely. For the Doctor it was the most startling thing yet: An abrupt change from the over exaggerated cruelty and theatrics she’d seen so far. Her River used to look at her that way too… The two of them seemed to completely forget she was even there when the Emperor pulled her wife into a passionate kiss. She pushed her hand into her hair and pulled her close with the other. River kissed her back with equal fervour and moaned with delight when her wife’s hand moved lower, groped her arse and then dug her finger into her hip. “I’ve missed you.“

The Doctor looked away, she couldn’t watch this. She looked to the door, she knew there were guards outside it, she had seen them when Amy and Rory had left. The handcuffs were starting to dig into her wrists as she kept pulling against them. There was no obvious way out.

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The Mysterious Watch (You know the one)

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Chapter 6: Exposition about the Ralmaeth with Some Angst at the End

I’m just calling this chapter what it is.

Word Count: 1,399

Once the pair arrived back at their hotel room, Jo set about tearing down the now irrelevant pages from her wall. She ripped a few pages from a nearby notebook, taped them onto the wall, and began to draw. Yaz watched in confusion for a few moments until the drawings took shape, and she realized that Jo was drawing the machines from the warehouse. She was impressed by how quickly Jo was able to recreate the complex machinery from memory.

“Where’d you learn to draw?” she asked offhand.

“Gallifrey,” Jo responded, absentmindedly.

Yaz stared at her for a moment. Gallifrey should not be something Jo was aware of. But Jo didn’t seem to notice anything strange about her remark. Yaz wondered if she should ask what she meant, to test Jo for any residual awareness of the Doctor.

Before she got the chance, Jo turned on her heel, facing Yaz and preparing to explain something, as usual.

“Right, so, we clearly found the Ralmaeth, and based on the big machines, I’m going to consider my previous theory that they were building bigger versions of their old sleeping battery headsets all but confirmed.” She gestured toward her drawing and the old headset plans pinned up just next to them. “So now, we transition into the ‘stop them’ portion of our mission.”

Yaz nodded and decided now would be her only time to interject with questions before Jo really kicked off. “So how come those two guys looked the same? Were they like twins or something?”

Jo shook her head, “no, that was a perception filter. Good with brainwaves, remember? My guess is they are using something to make us see them as humanoid since usually, they aren’t,” she explained, “normally they’re big and greenish with antennae, so they’re using perception filters to blend in. But their filters only do one guy, so the brain replaces all of them with that one guy, ‘Mr. Al Armet.’” She drew quotes in the air with her fingers, “which, mind you, isn’t even a clever name. An anagram? How thick do they think we are?” Jo chuckled.

Yaz hadn’t even realized, but Jo was right. The name was an anagram for Ralmaeth. She shrugged, “I guess they were hoping we wouldn’t make the connection to the Ralmaeth,” she said. “What was on the lease?”

Jo turned and found the paper in question. “Um, it just says ‘Thiokol Co.’” Jo shrugged, “so there was no actual name, just a fake company one. That’s why I didn’t notice them. Thiokol is a polymer used in sealants, so I thought they might be a chemical company.”

Yaz walked over to study the drawings of the machines, “so now we find a way to destroy them, yeah?” She looked at Jo and asked, “so how do we go about that?”

Jo looked at the wall and thought for a minute. “First we find a weakness, and then we exploit it,” she said, pointing at the drawing, “for example, these machines are structured very similarly to the old spaceships the Ralmaeth came in in the ‘70s. Looks like the same metal and the same rivets.” Jo grinned, “we can use that.”

“How do you mean?”

Jo went into her files and pulled out a series of papers about the Ralmaeths’ ships, showing photographs of a ship both intact and disassembled. “So back in the ‘70s, when the Doctor chased the Ralmaeth off-world, they left one ship behind,” she looked at Yaz, anticipating her question, “engine problems. They landed in five ships, but only left in four. They were in a hurry, and must not have felt like fixing it was all that worth it. The Doctor has that effect.” Yaz was still thrown off by hearing Jo refer to the Doctor in the Third Person, especially using masculine pronouns, but she brushed it off to focus again. “Since they left it, UNIT took the opportunity to study it. Took it apart, put it back together again, ran tests on it, learned all the ins and outs of that ship. And there are some pretty crucial flaws.” She showed Yaz an image of a few sheets of metal riveted together. Jo was right, they looked exactly like the machines in the warehouse. But the metal shell in the picture looked bent and cracked.

She pointed at the photograph, “why is it all bent up and broken in that one?”

Jo grinned at Yaz, “good eye, that’s the flaw. The metal the Ralmaeth used in their ships is sensitive to the cold. It becomes unstable and warps and breaks easily,” she explained, tracing a crack on the metal with her finger. “It doesn’t even have to be that cold. Rubbish for space travel, honestly, so the Ralmaeth had a heat shell. It could be activated from inside, and would keep the metal warm enough not to warp.” She pinned up the photograph on the wall, “If you were to take off in less than warm conditions, the ship would start leaking, and might explode. That’s what basically happened to the Challenger,” Jo gave her a serious look.

“So how do we apply that to these machines?” Yaz wondered aloud.

“Exactly,” Jo was smirking again, “did you feel how hot it was in that warehouse?” Come to think of it, she had. Yaz nodded as Jo continued. “They know that their metal is weaker in the cold, so they use the warehouse’s climate control to keep it stable. So we can do the same, but in the opposite direction.”

Yaz blinked at the wall. “We’re gonna destroy their machines… with climate control?” she asked, somewhat disbelieving.

Jo shrugged defensively, “not just climate control,” she clarified, “making it cold would destabilize the metal, but it wouldn’t do any serious enough structural damage to stop them, and it’s easily fixed by just turning the heating back on or moving them. So we’ll need something else.”

Jo got to work drawing a new device in her notebook. Yaz wandered over to look over her shoulder. She couldn’t tell what it was meant to be or do from sight alone, and she questioned how Jo would even get it.

“So what’s that then?” Yaz asked Jo.

“Seismic Device,” Jo said simply.

“Seismic? Like an earthquake?”

“Exactly,” Jo tore out the completed blueprint, and Yaz was once again shocked by how quickly Jo had drawn it.

“So where are we meant to get that?”

Jo looked at her dead in the eye, “we build it.”

Yaz stared at her. She knew that the Doctor was the building type, but she questioned why her human persona who was meant to be a field agent would be able to. “How are we gonna do that exactly?” Jo scoffed, “are you doubtin’ me, Yaz?”

Yaz shook her head, “no, it’s just I don’t know the first thing about how to build a seismic device, how do you?”

Jo smiled and winked at her smugly, “I studied Mechanical Engineering in Uni. I’m a woman of many talents,” she stated.

“No kidding,” Yaz muttered under her breath. Jo gave her a quick, smug look, and she realized she had been heard.

As Jo started to work on something on her computer, Yaz remembered Jo’s previous comment about having wanted to be a Doctor when she was young, and she wondered how she moved from that to Mechanical Engineering.

It was a few minutes before she suddenly remembered that Jo wasn’t even real. Her motives for changing intended careers or study paths were irrelevant because they didn’t even exist. They were all false memories compiled to make her believably human, even to herself.

It was just then that Yaz suddenly realized that she would soon be saying goodbye to Jo. She’d been so focused on the Doctor returning, she hadn’t really thought about it, but now she was hit with the weight of what she would have to do. Regardless of the realness of her memories and her past, Jo was real for now. Yaz knew that she was different from the Doctor. And all of that was going to disappear when Yaz made her open the watch.

Which begged the question: did bringing the Doctor back count as murdering Jo, a woman Yaz had come to… connect to? And she was suddenly worried if she would even be able to do it.

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kill-for-cookies · 4 years

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Washing Dishes

Dhawan!Master x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: you’re tired. You need to stay at home for a while, do the usual things. For example, washing dishes. Yes, that sounds good. But something goes wrong...

Words: 2178

Warning: smut, a little angst and dom/sub

Note: I wrote this fic for 3 days ‘cause English is foreign language for me, but I really like writing it. If you want to send me some ideas for fics I’ll be grateful. Hope, you enjoy it.

You missed it. Really. Surely, You like travelling with Doctor despite the fact you can be killed. But that was nothing compared to all time and space you have seen and will see. Well, at least, you can accept the risks.

However, sometimes you want to just return to normal life. Yes, It's kinda boring and repetitive, but you need it like air to breathe. That's why you were in living room at your flat talking with your best friend Nat. Of course you couldn't tell her about your adventures with the Fam, but that wasn't not your first time to modify truth about where you've been.

"So, I gotta go. You just got home, Y/N. You need some rest." Nat told you giving an empty cup of tea to your outstretched hand.

"Oh, come on, Nat. I'm not even tired." you complained. But deep down you know that was truth. You wanted to be alone in peace and quiet and you was grateful to her.

Nat rolled her eyes in annoyance like always she does when you are stubborn. Your friend wasn't going to tell you anything because that wasn't necessary. She stood up slowly and hold your hands.

"See you tomorrow."

"Thanks for your help with washing the dishes." you said ironically and a little dramatically. And both of you burst out laughing.

"Sure you can handle it." Nat winked.

You said goodbye to each other. Nat closed the front door, leaving a small crack. In this time you turned tap and set to work.

You can't say you didn't like do chores. At least without disgust. But at this time you enjoyed it. The noise of the water calmed your wild head full of annoying thoughts and you were humming a song. Barely hearing creak of the door you were focused on your work. You thought that was Nat forgetting something in your living room (she does that often than anyone can ever imagine).

You had only one plate to wash when something slid down your waist. That was hand. A male hand. You don't have a boyfriend and all your nearest neighbours were girls. There was only one man who knows your address. You froze in place hoping it was just a bad dream. The plate slipped out of your hands and fell into the sink with a loud rumble. A small piece broke off and scratched the inside of your hand.

"I'm glad to see you too, love" you could feel his smirk at your ear.

This. Fucking. Bastard. Really? Why did he come right on the day you returned home? You never thought you can hate someone so much.

You first met the Master when he was prime minister. Actually You've been encountering with him as much as the Doctor since the Time War. Well, almost as much. You missed maybe two times.

If you say that your relationship with the Master was difficult, it is nothing to say. One moment you are trying to kill yourselves, the next you are ready to lunge at each other kissing fiercely and passionately. But it doesn't mean you're in love with him, right? You and the Master were just lovers and nothing more. And you'll never betray the Doctor for the Master.

"What are you doing here?"

"Decided to check up my favorite human."

"Stop it" you said quietly but firmly.

"Stop what?" his eyes widened.

"You really think I would believe you? You never did it and sure you wouldn't" you didn't even try to hide your sarcasm.

"Don't act like you know me. I really missed you" he murmured into your ear.

"Well, I don't. So when we've figured it out go away" a low growl escaped from your throat.

"Oh, never thought you can be so furious. You're just like me" he was mocking you.

"I'm nothing like you" you spat out last word.

"Aren't you?" in one simple movement he turned you over to face him. The Master leaned toward you so that you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "Do you really think so? Tell me, Y/N. Doctor isn't here. You can tell me everything you want to."

You felt knife was right at your throat. Seriously? How could he take a knife almost out of your nose without being seen? Oh, yes, he's the Master. You had to wipe the dishes and put it back, then wash the rest. But, no, you did the opposite. You blamed yourself. But you wasn't the one who was easy to scare. Plus you met the Master so many times... And so often it ended more than just threatening your life. You stayed stubbornly silent looking straight in his brown hypnotic eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. Will you continue to be stubborn? Don't make me do it" something glittered in his eyes.

"Do what?" contempt flowed from you like a river.

"Depends on you..." as much as he annoyed you, he looked so damn attractive. And you admit it.

'Fine, I will play in your game' you thought hoping he's not in your mind right now.

You fiercely kissed him. The knife a little wounded your throat and blood started to flow down your neck, but you didn't pay attention. God, who knew you missed him so much?

"Mmm, you lied to me. Maybe I should punish you? What did you think?" the knife was left the second he asked the question. His lips covered yours when you tried to say something. Well, apparently that was a rhetorical one.

Pulling away, you leaned even closer to the sink. No matter how much you liked this situation, you still felt uncomfortable being in his company. He's the Master. One of the most important disaster of the Universe. The one who destroyed Gallifrey, his home planet. The one who has always achieved his goal. And now his prey goal was you. That's what made you fell uncomfortable. You weren't afraid of him, but you had awe.

His eyes dropped below your lips. He must just noticed the cut on your neck. The Master slowly licked his lips before leaning over and licking the blood from your neck. Shit, he probably knew that was your weak spot. You couldn't hold back a loud moan, which caused the Master to chuckle. With each touch of his tongue, you melted more and more, your knuckles turned pale from your tight grip on the sink. Your legs are beginning to give way a little, but they haven't betrayed you yet. Although you felt a little wet from below.

"Say it" his voice was full of lust, but still domineering. Of course, how could it be otherwise?

"Say... wha-ah-at?" you barely managed to ask, trying to hold back your moans.

"Say my name" - silence. You decided to just ignore it. You didn't want to give him more power than he had. Although in this situation you could do almost anything he asked. And he knew it. Apparently that's why he asked you to do this.

You didn’t notice his free hand slid down to your jeans, quickly zipped it and crawled under your boxers. His thumb found the clit and began drawing circles on it. You couldn't stand it shouting:

"Master! Please... " oh, how you hated yourself for that. He barely touched you and you were already his.

"Please what?" a smug grin spread across his face. He knew exactly what you were talking about. But he wanted to hear it from you. He was so irritated by your morality and decency, each time trying to destroy these qualities in you. Making you choose who lives and who doesn't. Or putting you in situations like this.

The fingers of his other hand started tapping on your back as soon as they found their way under your shirt.

"Just do it" your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Sweetheart, I'm afraid you need to be more specific" he leaned close to your ear so your chests were almost touching. "Because I can do a lot with you."

"Do you want me to say it out loud? Is it necessary?"

"Oh, Yes. That would be great. Or else..." He was still a few inches away from you, though the fingers of his hands had stopped moving, making you whimper. Those hands were driving you crazy. They always did, no matter what the regeneration was. It doesn't matter what they did to you. Hands burning cities, destroying planets, blowing up galaxies. Of course, he saw it in your mind and knew it. Bastard.

"Just push me on the table and fuck me" you would regret this very much. But that would come later. Now you were dying without it.

"The magic word?" he whispered in your ear. You could feel his grin. He teased you and it made you want him. Your underwear was soaking wet. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other to ease the tension at the bottom.

"Please?" you knew exactly what he wanted you to say. But you still had a little self-control and that’s why you refused to say it a second time.

"Try again" he broke into a cheshire grin. You've already played with each other. The question was “Who will prevail”. It was obvious to you two, though. But for you, the process itself was more important than the victory.

"Master" you sighed. By this time, you had calmed down and were able to control yourself a little.

"That's my girl" well, now you've lost control, which was hard for you to regain.

His lips fell greedily on yours as like he would die without you. As you without his. He quickly led you away from the sink, took you to the table ripping your clothes and underpants to shreds and pushed you hard on it. Not to say you didn't feel any pain from the push but you didn't complain. From the Master you shouldn’t expect tenderness in such situation. You knew that.

He climbed up on the table, hovering over you. He held your wrists above your head with one hand, while the other slid slowly over your wet inner thigh. But he was still fully dressed which of course you didn't like.

"That's not fai... " before you could finish, his finger shoved up inside of you. You cried out in pain and pleasure that flowed from your core all over your body.

"Don't make me angry" he growled right in your face.

"Or what?"

He added two fingers at once and twisted them. God, it hurt so much, but your desire was stronger.

"Master.." he always did everything he could to make you shout and moan. You were driven mad by his hands and he - by your moans. He started pumping you up by pulling out and in his fingers into you.

"That's it. Remember you are mine."

"Only in your dreams..." you said it when you got a little used to his pushes.

The hand which pressed your hands to the table moved to your throat and held it tight.

"Judging from your screams I wouldn't be so sure" despite the strangling grip he said it in the sweetest voice you've ever heard from him.

From suffocation all the sensations increased several times and you are almost come. He decided to speed up the process so he left a trail of kisses on your neck sucking you. Leaving your own tags. Marking you as his. It was enough for you to go over the edge just like him. Taking his hand from your neck, he wrapped it around your cheek and gently kissed it.

"You look so good under me" he stood up, straightened his suit, and left you lying on the table. "Oh, and thank you for your help" he winked.

"What?" you sat up and blinked quickly, uncomprehending.

"Come on, Y/N. Keep up. You're not so stupid like other Doctor's pets" he slowly approached to you without taking eyes off you.

"What did you do to her?" you leaned to him so there were a couple of inches between you.

"Well, not yet. But now she'll walk into trap. You were the only one who could help her"

"But I can stop you..." a low growl escaped from your throat.

"And how?" he looked at your hands and smiled broadly. Your eyes followed his and saw some bracelets on your wrists. Handcuffs. Really? "Handcuffs will not allow you to leave flat. And I don't need to stay here anymore. I had enough fun with you" shit, you let your feelings out and now the Doctor is in danger. You looked away. He didn't like it, so the Master grabbed your chin, pulled you into another kiss, bitting your lip.

"Until next time" he winked and left.

You heard the sound of the TARDIS disappearing from your room. Bastard. But damn it, you would lie to yourself if you said you didn't like it... Maybe you should wash the dishes more often?

#doctor who #the master x reader #the master #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master imagine #dw #smut

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kinglivv · 4 years

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Itero

13th Doctor X Missy

Summary: The Doctor thought she could fix one of her biggest mistakes. She can’t

A/N: I know this concept has been done over and over before, but I wanted to put my own lil spin on it

She had learned a lot on Gallifrey.

Not just about herself, but also the Master.

The Master, her friend who had been so close to redemption yet had promptly turned around and destroyed their home planet, and with it every once of love she had for him.

She had tried everything to stop him, but none of hit had worked.

This was her last option.

A Mondasian colony ship, cerca the year 3000, parked next to a blackhole and filled with thousands of cybermen. The Doctor had been here once before, but had of course ran from it like she (he?) always did.

She had left something behind though, something that if saved, could prevent the destruction of Gallifrey.

She expects to find Missy standing at the doors to the lift with her former self, ready to hop into his TARDIS and set course for the stars.

Instead she find her lying in the dead, cold leaves.

“Missy?” The Doctor calls out, beginning to run when she sees the purple figure lying still on the ground. “Miss?”

She drops to her knees next to Missy’s form, that all too familiar anxiety forming in her chest. No. This wasn’t meant to happen.

She pulls Missy’s head into her lap, cradling her body as she desperately searches for any signs of life. This couldn’t be the end of the Master, surely. She had seen the future – she was the future.

At last, the blue eyes flutter open slightly, albeit they look tired and unfocused. The Doctor wonders if Missy has even realised she is here.

“Missy, love, can you hear me?”

“Theta?” Missy mumbles drowsily. The Doctor’s hearts stutter at the word – Missy must really be out of it if she’s using such an ancient name. “You’re blonde again.”

“Yeah,” The Doctor replies. “Also a woman – thought I’d take a page out of your book.”

Missy hums. “Did one of those cybermen get you then? Told you you held number 13 off for too long”

The Doctor’s smile falters. She couldn’t tell Missy how far in the future she was from. Maybe if she let her live in the fantasy that she had only just regenerated, right here on this ship, she might be able to keep her talking a bit longer.

“Do you think you can move, Missy?” She tries to shift slightly, as if to prompt her to get up. Instead Missy tenses and gasps.

“I think-“ She sucks in a breath. “I think that might be rather difficult, dear.”

“What happened to you? Did a cybermen get you?”

“Quite the opposite dear,” Missy says breathlessly. “I tried to get back to you but he- he got me with his lazer screwdriver.”

The Doctor stares down at her. “You mean you tried to come back to me?”

“Of course I did – I took your hand, you felt the knife in my sleeve.”

It’s then that the Doctor sees the tiny, but sharp knife glinting in the pale light, half buried in the shrubbery surrounding them.

“But I thought you…” The Doctor frowns, her thoughts suddenly muddled. None of this made sense. If Missy had tried to come back, if Missy really was good, then how had she become the Master she knew now?

There’s the distant sound of a cyberman walking by, the clanging of metal unmistakeable.

“You need to go,” Missy instructs her, her pale eyes looking even more distant than before.

“We, Missy. We need to go. Come on – this new body might be tiny but I’m fairly sure I can still lift you.”

“No,” Missy gasps. “Not today, not this time.”

“What?”

“Lazer screwdriver, remember? I can’t regenerate,” She tells the Doctor softly, watching her face fall as the truth of the matter sets in. “This is the end of the line for me, I’m afraid. But not for you.”

The Doctor stares down at her best friend, dying in her arms.

“No, Missy I-“

“I’m not getting out of this one, I’m afraid,” Missy cuts her off, sounding very clear and matter of fact despite the state she was in. “Funny this – I’d always pictured us dying together at some point. Turns out I’d much rather you’d carry on without me. I like the idea of you still playing the bloody hero, looking after the universe while I’m gone.”

“Missy, you have to regenerate,”

This wasn’t a plea, merely a fact. How could the Master she knew exist if Missy dies here?

“You need to go!” Missy’s voice was hoarse but still held the same authority and menace that it always had. “I’m going to die Doctor, but you can’t be here. You can still get out of this. Go back to the observation deck, find your TARDIS, leave!”

The Doctor hates this, cradling Missy in her arms as she dies, her mind desperately trying to catch up with all these questions. She’s created some sort of paradox, she knows this. If she stayed any longer, she would ruin the chain of events. Somehow, her being here results in Missy dying. Somehow, her not being here results in Missy living, but then becoming the Master again. There’s no right answer.

“Doctor,” Missy pleads, her voice softer and weaker now. “Go.”

The Doctor knows she needs to leave. It wasn’t worth risking Missy dying, just to save Gallifrey. It’s strange that – Missy and The Master were very much the same being, but the Doctor viewed them as almost completely different people. She wasn’t prepared to let Missy die in order to prevent the crimes her Master commits.

The Doctor does the only thing she can think of doing.

She bursts into tears.

As Missy’s eyes fall closed and her breathing becomes even more shallow, the Doctor, for the first time in this body, properly allows tears to run down her cheeks and for sobs to rack her body.

She can’t win, she really can’t win, and it wasn’t fair.

She softly lays Missy down in the ground, the timelady’s face pale but peaceful. She’s still breathing, thank god, and the Doctor stands, wiping at her tears. She needs to leave before she makes an even bigger mess of this than she already had.

She turns away, and slowly picks her way through the shrubbery. She had came to fix one of her biggest mistakes, but had left an even bigger hole than before.

When she gets back to her TARDIS, she cries and cries and cries.

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gayforthe13th · 4 years

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If you're up for a prompt idea, 13 and the Master end up married (like Vegas 24 hour chapel style) and have no recollection of it happening the next morning

Hi i fucking love thoschei. Thanks for coming to my TED talk

When the Doctor woke up that morning her first thought was, okay, this isn’t my bed. The second thing she thought happened as she opened her eyes and shifted, only to be met with a solid form blocking her from rolling over. Someone’s arm was around her waist. Her fight or flight kicked in almost immediately, she sprang out of the bed within seconds but her actions had caused both her and the other person to fall to the floor in a heap of tangled legs and arms. The groan the mystery man lets out is familiar, too familiar. With a gasp the Doctor untangles herself from him, sitting up and looking down upon the Master’s groggy form as he blinks the sleep out of his eyes and surveys the room. “What..the hell?” he mutters, pulling himself into a sitting position. For a moment it seemed like time had frozen, the two aliens sat on their knees staring at each other in utter confusion, and then the Master blinked, and all hell broke loose.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” the Doctor snapped, standing on wobbly legs. A massive pain spread through her head, she shut her eyes tight and tried to find its source. Hangover, she had been drunk.

“Me!? What about y-” the Doctor opened her eyes and found the Master frozen, staring at the ring on the finger he was pointing at her so accusingly. “That wasn’t there yesterday…” The Doctor gulped, oh no. Slowly, she lifted her hand, her eyes trailed down to her ring finger, and she found herself staring at a matching ring upon her hand.

“We didn’t…” she mutters.

“Oh,” the Master’s confused stare turned into an amused one, a grin slowly spread on his face as his eyes locked with the Doctor’s, “but we did.”

As the Doctor scrambled to grab her things and get away from him as quickly as she could she also scrambled to remember why she was ever there in the first place. The Master was quick to catch up to her as she raced out of the apparent hotel they were in and onto the busy streets of a city she failed to recognize right away. Luckily, the Master had recognized the city, and the planet, and the fact that his last incarnation had been banned from traveling to both. “The gift of a new face,” he said as the Doctor pulled out her sonic and proceeded to try to locate her TARDIS. The Master couldn’t seem any less worried, his anger having faded in favor of glee as soon as the Doctor had begun to get increasingly upset. He followed her towards her ship. She could only hope that her friends were not inside, or worse, lost within the city somewhere.

“How did we even end up here? Where’s your ship?” she asked as she pushed passed people, tugging the Master along by the cuff of his sleeve. The Master merely shrugged, offering no explanation though she was sure he could remember about as much as she could about the situation. As they turned into an alleyway and neared the ship a sudden flash of memory hit the Doctor in full force. She could only see bits and pieces, a small chapel, someone muttering in broken Gallifreyan, the grin of the Master’s drunken face. She came back with a gasp, leaning against the Master’s weight as her vision cleared. Quickly, she shoved off of him. “We got married.”

“Yes dear I’ve gathered,” the Master snarked, there was a bite to his words she couldn’t place.

“No! N-not just married by the customs of this planet but married by Gallifreyan law!” the Master’s ever-present grin seemed to drop almost instantly, his gaze turned cold, in a flash she was shoved against the brick wall of the closest building.

“I cannot be married to you,” he growled, but there was something deeper to his threat. The Doctor tried to get a fix on the hidden meaning of his words but he spoke immediately after, “we need to fix this. Now.” with two hands on his chest the Doctor shoved him away from her.

“We can’t! The only way to do that is at a Gallifreyan court and thanks to someone Gallifrey is fucking gone!” the Master had the nerve to flinch at her words, his gaze fell to the floor. “You think I want this!?” the Doctor continued, “you think I want to be married to you? To be in any way associated with you!?”

If the Master could shrink in on himself and collapse she’s sure he would have, his tough exterior melted before her eyes, his gaze held to the ground as he took a step back from her like her words had punched him in the gut. She felt bad. For a moment, she was staring at her friend again, not the guy who destroyed her planet, but the one riddled with nightmares and fear and a sound he couldn’t escape from. She shook her head, no this wasn’t the friend she once knew, she couldn’t let him get to her like this. Pulling her keys out from her pocket and opening the TARDIS doors she pushes them open and leans against the side of the ship. “Are you coming?” she asks. The Master’s eyes flick from her to the ship, then back towards the opening of the alleyway.

“No,” he says finally, “after all, you wouldn’t want to be seen with me.” The Doctor frowns, reaching out she grabs his arm before he can pull himself away.

“I’m sorry,” she says, sincerity laced her voice, she could feel the Master flinch beneath her fingers. “We’ll figure this out…” she says, leading him gently to the open doors.

“Liar,” the Master says, but he follows her inside anyway. The doors shut once the two Time Lords are safely inside the TARDIS’ walls and the Doctor has made her way over to the console.

“Try to remember what happened as best as you can, maybe there’s something we missed.”

“I can’t!” the Master groans, leaning against the crystal pillars he clutches his head, “it’s just flashes.”

“What do you see?” the Doctor sidles next to him, waiting as he clenches his eyes shut and breathes heavily through his nose.

“Just, you. We were at a club somewhere, you must have found me.” the Doctor nods, waiting for him to continue. “Then, we got drunk. Or, I got more drunk than I already was.” he opens his eyes, shaking his head as if dispelling the memories from his mind. The Doctor sighs, sure she was glad she had found him but giving the current circumstances she’d rather not have. The Master doesn’t meet her gaze, instead, he pushes himself off the pillar and circles the console. “Let’s just pretend this never happened, I’m sure you’ve been married before. Won’t be hard to do it again.”

“Stop that,” the Doctor makes her way towards him, but he avoids her with ease.

“Well we can’t exactly get a divorce so let's just forget it. And if you ever find yourself wanting to get married again just find a nice little planet where they won’t stop you.”

“Master-”

“And I’ll just be on my merry way, and we never have to see each other again-”

“Koschei!” the Master’s mouth shuts with an audible click at the mention of his name. The Doctor finally catches up to him, taking a hold of his hand. He looks like he wants to pull away, her grip tightens. “I thought you weren’t the one who runs,” she teases.

“No,” he bites, “but I’m giving you a chance to.” the Doctor bites her lip, considering her options for a moment. She had him back, and that’s exactly what she had wanted, and maybe this would give them a chance to fix what went wrong to start over. She wanted that more than anything. Gently, she squeezes his hand, lifting her free one to his cheek.

“I’m not running now,” she says as he sucks in a shuddered breath, “we can work this out, you and me.” the Master stares at her apprehensively, his mouth opens as if he wants to say something but he closes it again. “It’s just marriage Master, nothing major needs to change.” Her words are meant to reassure him, but for a moment it seems like they do the opposite. He recoils, pulling his hand from hers. She tries to reach out again, but he’s speaking before she can get anywhere.

“Do you understand how long I’ve wanted this?” he asks. He looks like he’s waiting, maybe for her to yell at him, to be disgusted. When she does nothing, he continues, “all our lives Doctor, that’s how long.” He takes a deep breath, then releases it letting his shoulders relax, “but it’s never me who gets you in the end,” his voice wavers, “I’m meant to be the bad guy. I can’t control how destroying makes me feel, it’s like an itch I can’t scratch,” he scratches his bicep for reference, staring into the space beside her, “you’re an itch I can’t scratch..” the Doctor reaches forward again, placing a hand atop the one on his arm, feeling it settle beneath her. “You’ve always been what I wanted. But I don’t want it like this.”

Before she can think, she’s pressing a kiss to his cheek. It’s soft, barely there, but his eyes widen regardless and he looks to her for an explanation. She takes his hand again, lifting it to her lips to press a kiss to his knuckles, then turning it to kiss the inside of his wrist. Then he’s leaning down and she’s kissing him instead. It's soft, tentative, almost like he’s afraid she won't be there when he opens his eyes. The kiss is slow, his hands find their way to her waist and when they pull apart he’s leaning his forehead against hers with his eyes still squeezed shut. “You know I want you to,” she whispers, her breath ghosting his skin, “always have..we just fell off at some point. I want to get back.” The cold metal of the ring pressed the skin of her waist is a tingling reminder of the life she wants to have with him. She knows he feels it too when her hand is on his neck, and her ring tingles against the nape. When she’s kissing him again, the feeling of their lips is coupled with a pleasant cold against both their skin.

#thoschei #best enemies #the doctor/the master #thirteenth doctor/Dhawan!Master #thirteen/Dhawan!Master

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One of the things I love about the Doctor/Master relationship and dynamic is how inexorable they’re tied up to each other. And their love for each other is complicated, and dark, and all sort of not healthy but when they work, they do work.

But more often than not, they don’t.

I mean they’re so known for it, they’re described in ancient texts of Gallifrey

Rassilon: I will not die! Do you hear me? A billion years of Time Lord history riding on our backs. I will not let this perish. I will not! Chancellor: There is, er, there is one part of the prophecy, my Lord. (The Chancellor brings a paper to the Lord President.) Forgive me, I'm sorry. It's rather difficult to decipher, but it talks of two survivors beyond the Final Day. Two children of Gallifrey. Rassilon: Does it name them? Chancellor: It foresees them locked in their final confrontation, The Enmity of Ages, which would suggest Rassilon: The Doctor! And the Master.

End of Time, Part 2

(I honestly love how everyone in Gallifrey, including the founding most sacred father of Gallifrey, Rassilon knew allll about, what I jokingly but not really, refer to the Break- Up that Resounded Around the World).

I think the Doctor and the Master are my only ship-- no matter the time, the place, the gender, who are inevitably drawn together. Soul mates, in an unsentimental sense. It’s a circle they can’t break. Or, sometimes, don’t want to break. They met each other as children, in some canon, the reason the Master became the Master was because young Doctor killed to save child!Master (Theta and Koschei back then respectively), and the Doctor made a deal with death, that the Master would take their place as Death’s servant.

(Although, the way things have turned up, it does seem that Death pulled a fast one because you can’t say Death hasn’t been the Doctor’s other constant companion).

Knittedace wrote an amazing Thirteen/Missy, Bill story called ‘Happy Endings’, , explaining the Time Lord concept of ‘soul mates’, which I’ve taken as my headcanon.

For us soul mates is a romantic concept but for Time Lords, it’s the opposite of a happy ending:

The Doctor sighed, pressing her hands to her face for a moment. ‘This is the problem with loving someone unconditionally,’ wrapping her arms around her knees. ‘Humans always talk about unconditional love as a positive thing. It’s not. It’s a curse. Because if you love someone unconditionally, truly unconditionally, you can’t stop loving them, no matter what. No matter how many people they hurt or kill. No matter what they do to you or your friends. You can hate them, sometimes, with everything you have - and love them just as much, despite that. And every single act of evil they do breaks your hearts. And you still love them.’

- Happy Endings, Chapter 3

And later, Thirteen explains it further:

The Doctor actually turned slightly pink, and threw a glare over her shoulder at the TARDIS console. ‘She must have decided to translate it for you. Don’t let Missy know you saw that.’

‘I won’t. Wait - the TARDIS decided to translate it? She can do that?’

‘Of course. She doesn’t with most Gallifreyan - a lot of it’s there for decoration more than anything, and some of the rest’s private. Including that one - especially that one. I guess she decided you should see it anyway. What exactly did she translate it as?’

‘Stuff like… best friends. Soulmates. Mine,’ Bill said - the Doctor’s mouth actually quirked a little in amusement at that last one, though she tried to hide it.

‘That’s a bit… sentimental for what it actually means. It’s not a word that translates well into human languages. It’s...’ Her hands waved through the air, like she could pull the right words out of the gaps between molecules. ‘It describes two people whose timelines are inextricably entwined. So much so that to change time so they’d never met, or even to unravel a few of their interactions, would... well. Irrevocably damage the web of time, shatter fixed points, warp the whole of... the whole of forever.’

Bill raised an eyebrow, and it wasn’t because the Doctor’s hand gestures had got a bit wild. ‘That’s possibly the most sentimental thing I’ve ever heard.’

‘Well. Maybe to humans, it’s sentimental. My people considered it a curse.’

- Happy Endings, Chapter 13

I really love the idea that in Time Lord society, unconditional love and soul mates is not a happy thing, it’s a curse, much like: ‘May you live in interesting times’.

They’re both fae, they’re both long lived with a perspective that’s hard to grasp and the Doctor’s capacity to forgive is amazing but also their greatest flaw. If you’re one of the few the Doctor loves, it’s a great and terrible burden too-- because they will move heaven and Earth for you, and damn everyone else.

#thinky thoughts #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #13th doctor #the doctor #the master #ship: the doctor and the master #dhawan!master #missy #gomez!master #best enemies

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 4 years

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The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 20

A 12xRose Human AU

Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle. It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes. With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.

All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.

Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays. Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma

Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut

@doctorroseprompts

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Sunday, cont’d

They entered the house hand in hand, and Rose was grateful for his silent support and the way he took the lead, allowing her to observe for a moment before diving in.

Two men stood waiting just inside the door, bowing the moment they entered. “Lord Gallifrey, Lady Gallifrey,” the closer of the two spoke first, smiling nervously. “Welcome home.” He was an odd-looking man, surprisingly short and nearly as wide, bald, but with a kind air about him. “How was your trip up?”

“Well, Nardole, thank you,” Malcolm answered easily. “Rose, this is Nardole- he’s the butler.”

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Rose offered. “Hello.”

“My lady.” With another slight bow, he turned back to Malcolm. “Shall I see to your things, my lord?”

“Yes, Nardole, thank you.”

He scurried off out the door, and it hadn’t fully shut behind him before she could hear him instructing Ross to unload the car in a firm and authoritative voice she wouldn’t have guessed him capable of. Trying not to smile for fear of seeming rude, she turned to the second man, breath catching. Blimey, he’s gorgeous. He was almost the direct opposite of Nardole; at least six foot, he looked fit and trim, even in somewhat-dorky looking laborer clothing.

“Lord Gallifrey,” he said formally, bowing slightly before turning to face Rose. His eyes widened and a smile grew, and when he said “Lady Gallifrey” it was in a far more flirty tone.

“Hello.” Tamping down a blush, she tried to remain detached, as if she couldn’t get lost in his clear blue eyes, or her fingers weren’t itching to run through his dark locks. “How do you do?”

“Stop that,” Malcolm barked, and she looked at him startled only to find he was staring at the other man with an exasperated expression.

“I’m just saying ‘hello’!” the man protested, stance easing, and she realized that this must be Jack, Malcolm’s American cousin and presumptive heir. He’d explained on the way up that the Estate could only go to male heirs, and when Jack was twenty and causing a ruckus at home, was sent back to the ancestral estate to get his head on right, and stayed. Malcolm had called him a ‘bit of a flirt’ – based on first glances, that seemed to be an understatement. “It’s not illegal!”

Malcolm sighed, a tad overdramatically, and rolled his eyes at Rose. “My cousin, Jack,” he said unnecessarily. “Don’t be fooled by his pretty words- he’s not the long-term relationship type. Meaning twenty-four hours or longer.”

Jack scoffed. “One- not true. My shortest relationship was the amazing long weekend I spent in Rio in college with my roommate and his girlfriend. Two- I am in a relationship, thank you very much.”

“I know- you think just because I’m in London I’m out of the loop? Please.” Malcolm turned to Rose, explaining, “He and our chef, Ianto, have been together for several years now.”

“And to think, you made so many snarky comments about me boinking the staff,” Jack snickered. “Only time will tell indeed.”

Malcolm’s ears turned red, and he coughed. “Anyway, Jack will be taking us through the grounds tomorrow, catching me up and giving you a tour at the same time. For now, though, he has things to see to.”

“Actually-”

A narrowed-eye stare from Malcolm silenced Jack, and with a wink and wave, he slipped around them and disappeared out the back door.

“Now,” Malcolm said, once they were alone, “how about a brief tour while they bring our things in?”

“Sounds brilliant.”

Despite being a rather brief overview, Rose’s head was spinning with information by the time they climbed the main staircase up to the second floor. It was an eclectic mix of old and new, much in the same way the townhouse was; it felt new and strange but like home all at once.

“So, up here are the family rooms,” Malcolm continued, “they’ll be much more modern and familiar. In the eighties Wallace had toyed with opening the house up to the public, or maybe turning it into a bed and breakfast to generate income, and he had some work done to that effect, mainly modernizing the bedrooms, but in the end changed his mind and kept it private. A lot of that had to do with the distillery opening and- well, to be perfectly frank, there’s nothing interesting here. No real draw. Homes like these are a dime a dozen, ones with much more historical interest. We do open the gardens in the winter and spring, though, for a few quid- they decorate for Christmas and Hogmanay, leaving the lights up through Burns Night, then open again when the flowers bloom. It’s beautiful.”

“I bet,” Rose murmured when he paused for breath. “So far, I’m impressed.”

He grinned. “Good.” Dramatically swinging open a door, he said, “And these are the rooms of the lady of the house.”

Rose poked her head in, eyes widening. “It’s gorgeous!” The room was of a reasonable size, but it faced the gardens; even from the door, she could see out the windows to the bright flowers and trees. A four-poster bed sat along the wall backing to the hallway, and she could just imagine waking up and being able to look outside as soon as she opened her eyes – if she were a morning person. More like I’d groan and pull another pillow over my head. She didn’t notice her suitcase, and wasn’t sure if it was already emptied and put away, or if her things were in Malcolm’s room(s?) – he did say ‘lady of the house’.

“Er, anyway,” Malcolm said, as if slightly surprised, “my rooms are next door.” Closing the door behind him he led the way the few meters down the hall, Rose trailing behind him, frowning.

Was he expecting my stuff to be there? Then, a disappointing thought- Was last night a one-time thing? Does he not want to share a room? Then, even worse- He better fucking not think he’s gonna come into my room and ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ and go back to his own. Or that I’ll do that. I’m not a bloody booty call.

“Here we are,” he opened the next door, “and good, our things are here. I think we’ve got about twenty minutes until lunch will be served, so we can freshen up. What do you think?”

Rose followed him into the room; it was similar to ‘hers’, with more of a masculine feel to it, but it still overlooked the gardens. The bed did look inviting, like something out of a historical romance, and she certainly wouldn’t mind getting friendly in it. “Very nice,” she said, when she realized he was waiting for her approval. “I like it.”

Coming around the end of the bed she found his backpack and her carrybag perched on the settee there, and following a hunch, she opened the large armoire to find her clothes already neatly hung up and sharing the space with Malcolm’s. Like a real couple. The thought made her heart flutter, and she turned back to find he was gone.

“Malcolm?”

“Loo,” he called back. “One minute.”

When he exited he joined her at the window, looking out. In the distance, she could see a few people strolling the garden paths. “So, they put your things in here,” he said somewhat awkwardly. “If you’re not comfortable with that, we can have them moved next door.”

“Is there a reason I should be uncomfortable?” She didn’t look at him, but tensed in anticipation of his answer.

A hand gently settled on her shoulder, as if uncertain the touch was welcome. “No, but… I don’t want you to think… After last night…” They were interrupted by a knock, and he sighed in frustration, hand dropping. “Yes?”

“Lunch will be served at your pleasure, my lord,” a female voice called.

“Thank you, we’ll be down shortly.”

Rose turned, but he caught her arm, letting her go almost immediately.

“I don’t have any expectations,” he said quietly. “Just because we- I don’t expect- That’s not- I won’t lie and say I don’t want to, but more than that, I don’t want you to feel any pressure to do anything. I don’t expect sex just because we might sleep in the same bed. I want you to feel happy, and comfortable, and safe here. No expectations. Okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, before catching her tongue between her teeth. “But you’re also saying that if I jump you, you’re down for it.”

A smile stretched across his face. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Good to know.” Grinning, she turned towards the door. “Now, didn’t you say something about chips?”

As promised lunch was fish and chips (and beer), but it was the fanciest fish and chips she’d ever had. Served on fine china it was still wrapped in newspaper, but the dichotomy was so great she just sat for several moments, staring. “What-”

“It’s good,” Malcolm encouraged, picking his up and biting into it as if they were sitting on the couch in his office with takeaway from the local chippy. “Go on.”

They were seated across from each other, at the center of a long formal dining table, a server standing by the door as if just waiting for the opportunity to serve. Casting him a nervous glance, she leaned forward and whispered to Malcolm, “But it’s so fancy.”

“So?”

As much as Jackie would like to forget, they hadn’t always been rich. Rose had been born to a struggling twenty-year-old couple barely making rent on an Estate flat, and was seven when Pete got lucky with his business, and they were able to move up in life. She’d always been taught that fine things were meant to be saved, to be used sparingly and only for special occasions.

“It just… seems like it should be saved for something special,” she shrugged one shoulder, eyeing the food warily. It almost felt like a test.

Malcolm set his fish down, finishing his bite before leaning towards her. “That’s a valid way of looking at it,” he acknowledged, “and I think that’s one of the differences between new money and old money. How I see it is this- everything is meant to be used. Yes, this is very nice china, but it does no good sitting on a shelf looking pretty and never being touched. It should be enjoyed. And sometimes, using something special on a mundane thing makes the mundane thing special- you’ve had your fair share of fish and chips in your life, but I’ll wager this is an instance you’ll never forget.”

“That’s true,” she agreed hesitantly. “But-”

“The experience you have using the item is worth far more in the long run than the item itself. Now, it’s all getting cold, and it’s the best damn fish and chips you’ll ever have, so- eat up.”

Capitulating, she gingerly lifted the newspaper-wrapped fish to her mouth, and bit in. “Oh my God,” she moaned, “it’s so good.”

“See?”

She opened eyes she didn’t know had closed to find him watching her, looking too self-pleased to suit her. “Shut up.”

He just smirked, popping a chip in his mouth. “As fresh and homemade as it gets- potatoes from the garden, and fish from the Kyle. Caught this morning, I’d wager.”

“Yes, my lord,” the server spoke from his spot in the corner when Malcolm’s glance cut over to him. “I believe Jack caught them himself.”

“I’m sure he did. Thank you.” Malcolm grinned at Rose. “What do you think so far?”

“I think…” Rose stopped chewing, looking around the imposing formal dining room and down at her plate, before smiling back at him. “I think it’s wonderful.”

“So do I.” He lifted his beer towards her in a toast. “Welcome to Scotland, Rose Tyler.”

“Glad to be here.” She really, really was.

#bbatcfic #ficandchips #Doctor Who #doctorroseprompts #Human!12xRose #Human!Twelfth Doctor #Rose Tyler #Human AU #AU #The Nuptial Necessity

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r0sequarks · 4 years

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timeless children spoilers below the cut

my initial reaction to this was ‘god this is just ridiculous’ but like,,,that’s my reaction to everything nuwho tries to do with lore, tbh.

on the one hand, i feel like this works well as confirmation that the doctor is the other? like, the other 100% fits into ‘mysterious child from another universe’. i feel like that makes tecteun (sp?) into Rassilon, though, which is a real shift to their relationship. they def. have to be a founder, and them being rassilon would fit into being the scientist who deposed the pythia, created time travel, and anchored the thread.

I wish they would play with that a bit in the show...I love that I can say ‘oh yeah magic used to be real but then rassilon was like nah and made the universe 100% science’ especially when you add in ‘and in doing so opened a portal and started the war with the vampires’

...also they should have just said the doctor was in the cia. i know that it’s a bit of a ridiculous name but it’s literally just the cia but ~secreter~ come on.

I really did like the conversation that she had with herself in the matrix. it felt very doctor. and the master going ‘you’re telling me the doctor is and always has been more important than me’ making him kill gallifrey is very him...i mean, yeah, there’s the reading that ‘they tortured you a bunch’ but also...i feel like i enjoy reading the master’s manicness in recent incarnations less as the drums bs and more like...you can only lose so many times before it kind of breaks you. and being told that there was never a chance to win, that your equal and opposite isn’t your equal and that’s why you lose, that must hurt.

the doctor’s failing to push the button felt like a cop out - not because she didn’t do it, but because they didn’t give us space to understand why. because she didn’t want the master to win? because she didn’t want to die? because she didn’t want to kill her oldest friend? nope no idea why. i get that the episode’s rushed but it needed space to breathe lets be honest.

like, i feel like you could have gone ‘she presses the button’ and we end with the doctor waking up somewhere, similarly trapped but in something strange and new and playing with death and the fact she’s apparently way more unkillable than previously thought. maybe adding some tardis feels in there too. that would be fun.

i hope we see dawan return. i mean, they could just pull masters from before him (we have the room) but that’s boring i want them to just acknowledge the man’s unkillable. he’s death’s champion, it’s what he deserves.

overall, the reveal was very nuwho. and since, honestly, i don’t take anything with nuwho seriously, it hasn’t left me nearly as annoyed as it might of, just interesting in how i’d like to piece it together into canon.

also, the writing team are cowards and mary shelley fought cybermen in vienna that is all.

#doctor who #doctor who spoilers #dw spoilers #13th doctor

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Little Witch -Part 17

The Darkling x Reader

The day ended and you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't disappointed that Aleksander didn't make an appearance. You spent some time in the banya and read peacefully in the library, soaking up the silence before retiring to bed thinking about the Winter Fete.

You had a meeting with the Queen today regarding the festivities and you would rather enter the Fold than converse with the self-centred woman. Nonetheless, you threw on a more traditional red kefta, knowing that if you wore one of your favourites she would turn her nose at you and sulk throughout the meeting.

She didn't acknowledge you with your title, merely nodding as you entered a room in the Grand Palace surrounded by First-Army guards.

'What is this year's Winter Fete going to entail Moya Tsaritsa? Are there any performers you wish for me to vet before their arrival?' You let her think she had the control, but in reality, there wasn't a single soul that entered your palace that wasn't already vetted by you and Aleksander, or so you'd like to think.

'I suppose there is yes but I can't remember-' She pointed to a stack of papers on the desk.' -I have performers coming from all around Ravka. You know it's a huge honour to get an invite to this festivity and I didn't hold back on the travelling troupes, my people deserve to see their King and Queen at least once in their lifetime' My people.

'They really should since you work so hard to ensure their safety and prosperity.' You forced yourself to say and it was doubtful that she heard the edge to your voice.

'Diplomacy is the only way to win a war Deputy, wind and fire won't get us anywhere.' She laughed as if she'd just told a hilarious joke.

You bit your tongue and stayed quiet, Aleksander would kill you if you misspoke around a member of the Crown.

'How old are you Deputy?' This caught you off guard.

'Why is that a topic of conversation?'

'I heard rumours that you're quite old, older than the General-' She laughed again '-yet you look like, well look at yourself.' Her laughing never ceased and it drilled through your head. It was a burst of laughter concealing sheer jealousy and spite.

'Don't listen to rumours Moya Tsaritsa, it does nobody any good.'

'If you say so.'

'Back to the Fete, I assume your sons will be attending?'

'Only Vasily. Nikolai is busy with his studies in Ketterdam. He's about your age you know, or rather the age you look. Tell me have you been meeting with Genya Saffin?' Her condescending tone of voice was enough to make you want to jump out the window.

'Yes, I make it my job to meet with as many of my Grisha as I can.'

'Ms.Saffin is my lady, she does not belong to the Second-Army.'

'She's still Grisha, isn't she? Therefore she is my responsibility, Moya Tsaritsa.' She looked away clearly displeased.

'I must excuse myself, Deputy. Tell General Kirigan I send my best regards.' Her lavish gown trailed behind her as did her swarm of ladies. You couldn't help but let your mind wander, When I am Queen- No. Stop. Don't get your hopes up.

You stood with a huff with the papers safely tucked under your arm as guards came to your side signalling that it was time to leave and you happily obliged. The walls of the Grand Palace were still as tacky as you remembered them, even more so now and you itched to leave. The Little Palace was by no means simple, but it had a sense of humbleness about it that the Crown lacked heavily.

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'Don't ever make me go there ever again.' Your agitated voice cut through the peaceful lull of Aleksander's war room. You dropped the papers on the large round table and reached for the bottle of kvas sitting idly by, tempting your tastebuds. He was standing at the opposite end, inspecting the current war map with furrowed brows.

'I suppose you won't accompany me to the war council meeting this evening then?'

'If you want me there I'll be there. Besides I was talking about the Queen and her obsession with my age.' You rolled your eyes and drank from your glass.

'Your age?'

'Yeah, I don't know why. She does know Grisha live longer, right?'

'I'm assuming she was jealous of your incredibly good looks. Not an imperfection insight, darling.' He rounded the table and approached you.

'Same goes to you General, she sends her best regards by the way.' You felt his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.

'I only have eyes on one Queen, yet she stands before me with the obvious lack of a crown on her head.' His boyish smile that always made you giddy returned.

'Getting ahead of ourselves much?'

'No.' His lips came down to yours, the smile still pulling at his cheeks. Your hands went to his hair, pulling on the black strands with a fervour of longing.

It had been a while since you and Aleksander had time alone that wasn't spent fighting and arguing and it showed through your actions. The sweet kiss turned into a daring fight for control. His hands desperately pulled at the edges of your red kefta, pulling it open not giving a care to the buttons flying over the room. You did the same, although his silver buckles proved to be harder to undo than your flimsy buttons.

'Aleksander' You panted as he stormed your neck with his urgent lips, hands gripping your waist so tightly it was bound to bruise. His touch ignited a fire deep within you, burning its way to your core, where one of his hands brushed against you. He pushed you back against the table, knocking war props out of the way to make room for you and spread your thighs wide.

'Keep quiet darling, there are ears everywhere he whispered in your ear as he delved a finger into you, his thumb working your clit without a hurry. Your back arched at the sudden feeling and the involuntary moan was swallowed by his lips attacking yours once again. He worked you right to the edge, to the point of your moans turning into whimpers of plea for your climax.

'Please Aleksander'

'When I make you cum in my war room, it'll be when I command it.' His rough hands let go of your waist, instead working to undo his breeches then to lay your back flat on the table.

'I will never grow tired of this view.' He mused and pushed himself into you, a throaty moan erupting from his throat that almost immediately sent another pulse of arousal through you.

He stretched your walls to the limit, letting himself adjust to you, then with a force so pleasurable but sinful, moved in and out. By the fifth thrust, your stilled orgasm washed over you with brute force. He felt the blood rush as you did, basking in the pleasure of your climax as he chased his own.

With your lip between your teeth to silence your moans while your body racked from waves of pleasure, Aleksander stared down at you with the passion of a thousand fires. He felt immense pride knowing he was the reason for your euphoria and nobody else. You were his. Your silent whimpers drove his lust even deeper, sinking into you with a resolve long forgotten.

'Faster.' You breathed and he did as he was told, pulling you up into his chest, pounding into you to satisfy you once more. Not long after did he push himself over the edge, muttering your name like a prayer while you did the same, clutching onto his body for dear life.

He captured your lips with his one last time, silently speaking the words 'I love you' before pulling out, earning you a feeling of emptiness in return. You feared that if he set you back on the ground, your knees would surely buckle beneath you. The feeling of post-sex bliss was nothing compared to the relaxation of yesterday's banya especially when Aleksander was involved.

'We'll be late to the meeting dear.' He said against your lips, not loosening his grip on you or making a move to leave.

'So you do want me there.' You laughed.

'I always want you with me.'

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Part 18

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fictober - day twenty-eight

Prompt #28: “Enough! I’ve heard enough.”

Fandom: BBC’s Doctor Who (NuWho)

Rating: PG

Characters: The Twelfth Doctor & Missy

Words: 1972

Author’s Note: set in the vague vicinity of s10, but before Bill is a main fixture in the Doctor’s life.

>>Right Enough

Missy’s been lying indisposed on her blue suede couch for one hundred and twenty-nine thousand, six hundred and seventeen seconds when the Doctor finally decides to grace her with his presence. Normally, she doesn’t mind his absence—her couch is deliciously extravagant, after all.

Normally, however, the Doctor doesn’t wait an entire month between visits.

“Where’ve you been,” she asks, feet still propped up on the arm of the loveseat and eyes pointedly closed.

He putters about in the background, probably checking to make sure she hasn’t gotten into any mischief (why he bothers, she’ll never know—it’s not like there are any alive things in here. If she really wanted trouble, she’d just walk out of this laughably secure vault of his, kill a city or so of humans, and be back before tea).

“Why?” HIs voice echoes from across the room. “Jealous?”

“No.”

She probably said that too quickly, but he doesn’t call her out on it.

“Oh good; we wouldn’t want that,” he says, instead. “Come make yourself useful and help me move this furniture out of the way.”

Missy pries her eyes open and rises from her reclined position, as languidly as possible to make up for her earlier transgression. “Have we decided dining tables are a symbol of oppression now, too?”

The Doctor doesn’t take the bait, which is a tragedy because Missy had an entire monologue at the ready if he had. She drops her heels to the ground and stretches, spine cracking in response, and then takes out a contact mirror to inspect her hair. It’s a perfect disaster: loose ends flying every which way, fuzz clinging to the hairs along her scalp, and a tangled mess near the top. In all, it’s exactly the way she likes it.

She pokes randomly at a few curls anyway, mostly as a delay tactic to annoy the Doctor. Also, because if it looks like she’s looking at herself, it won’t look like she’s looking at him. She would never be caught doing something as caring as that.

The Doctor’s currently up on the platform in the middle of the room, hoisting chairs off of it with the kind of manic energy Missy’s only ever seen in three-year-olds (and, perhaps, herself). Something about the emotion seems wrong this time, though—a bit frayed around the edges, a weariness and desperation in his eyes.

She snaps the contact shut and strolls over to the dais. “You look tired.”

She’s made sure to infuse her words with as much derision as she can manage, but the Doctor grins anyway.

“You know, I once brought down an entire administration with that line.” He scurries behind the oak table and grabs hold, gesturing for Missy to do the same on the opposite side. “Well, sort of. In essence. Technically the full thing was ‘don’t you think she looks tired,’ but the sentiment was there.”

“Manipulating political structures for your own ends, were you?” Missy grabs hold of the lip of the table despite herself, and they start to carry it off to the side of the room. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to flirt with me.”

“You would be so lucky.” They set the table down, missing the Doctor’s toes by inches, to Missy’s disappointment.

He grins that maddening grin of his again. “Come. I’ve brought you a present.”

He all but leaps back up onto the now empty platform, nearly losing his balance in the process in what Missy’s fairly certain is evidence of a limp. She eyes him suspiciously.

“You’re deflecting.”

“I know, and I’m doing it wonderfully.” He pulls a small blue box out of his coat pocket. “Here. This is for you.”

Missy eyes him with even more suspicion. She can’t imagine liking something that’s making the Doctor this pleased, but despite her better judgment she steps over to him, accepting the proffered box.

“I hope you know if that’s not a key to that door of yours, or at least someone’s severed head, I’m going to be incredibly disappointed.”

“Well. We wouldn’t want that.” The Doctor slides his hands into his tattered coat. “You might want to stand back when you open it. Bigger on the inside, you see.”

Missy starts, wondering what could possibly be so important that the Doctor would risk giving her access to dimension collapsing technology, even if he was planning on taking it right back. She pulls at the silver ribbon holding the box together, and, once freed, lifts the lid.

“Turn it over,” the Doctor says.

“Really, Doctor.” Missy starts tipping the box over. “If you wanted me at your mercy we could’ve arranged something more—dear Gallifrey!”

Three polished, glossy-finished black legs and a pedal rack slide out of the rim of the box, and after it the large wooden frame they’re attached to. Before Missy can fully catalogue what’s happening, an entire grand piano has fallen out and landed with surprising softness on the floor.

Missy stares at the instrument with something between anger and allurement, and runs her hand along the open lid. “Why have you brought me this?”

The Doctor shrugs, wincing a bit at the movement. “I can’t just bring gifts for an old friend?”

Missy catches his pained expression and in a fit of rage, heaves the piano’s lid off its post and then slams it down to cover the strings. “No, no, you most certainly can not. Not when you’ve been who knows where for who knows how long and then saunter back in here with—with this.”

“Is that concern I detect?”

“Don’t change the subject,” she snaps, fingers drumming on the piano’s surface. “My only concern is that you’re jeopardizing the deal that’s keeping me alive.”

The Doctor holds her gaze for an uncomfortably long time, perhaps searching for that thing he keeps calling ‘hope.’ She glares back with just as much fervor, because she’s not about to give him any of that tonight. Not when he’s just spoiled her favourite dining spot for something so paltry as an apology.

Eventually, the Doctor just sighs. “Someone needed help, Missy. That’s all.”

“Must have been an awful lot of someones if it’s left you this desperate,” Missy scoffs, and she’s pleased at how mean that is. “I mean, a piano? Really?”

“A piano,” he agrees, picking the empty box up off the floor and tucking it back into his pocket. “I thought perhaps you would enjoy a more constructive outlet for your… creative tendencies, shall we say.”

Something snaps, and she finds herself climbing over the piano so she can get into his space.

“You can’t lie, Doctor,” she says. “Not to me. This is just your overblown way of trying to convince yourself you didn’t break your stupid oath by leaving me.”

“What was I supposed to do?” To her delight, something of that pain she knows all too well breaks through his eyes. “Just let them to die?”

“For Rassilon’s sake, Doctor! I don’t know how you haven’t noticed this yet, but someone’s always dying!”

The Doctor pales and takes a step back. “That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t at least try to—”

“Would you like us to look up whoever it is you saved?” Missy cocks her head, then glides off the dais towards her couch. “We can do it so easily, you know. Any database in the universe, and we’ll find their cause of death instantaneously. That’s what they are, Doctor. Pre-packaged, instantaneous death.”

“Missy—”

“Are you really that thick?” She doesn’t understand how a being that smart can be that willfully naïve. “No matter what you do, nobody lives in the end. I don’t know what it’s going to take for you to realize you’ve done enough for those silly, ungrateful, walking meat sacks you call friends.”

“Enough?”

Missy freezes mid-tirade and glances up at him, baffled by why out of all the words she’d said to them, he’d chosen that one to fixate on. She swallows, suddenly unsure of herself even though she’s not quite sure why. “I’ve heard enough from you. Yes.”

The Doctor comes down the steps, wearily: one slow assent to gravity at a time.

“Enough,” he repeats, shaking his head. “You don’t think I’ve heard enough, too? After all these years of travelling, these… these faces, these bodies. Scars.”

“I like this game where you make all my points for me. Makes things so much simpler than our usual give and take.”

“You don’t understand,” the Doctor says, and it’s said so sadly and kindly and so unlike anything Missy would ever say. “That’s all right. I wouldn’t expect you to. Not yet.”

“Then make me.”

She’s spoken too quickly again, and this time the Doctor picks up on it. He looks at her with an expression she doesn’t recognize, and eases himself down into the chair across from her.

“I know I’ve done enough, Missy,” he says eventually. “How could I not? I’ve heard enough, I’ve seen enough, I’ve felt enough. Lost enough, even. More than enough enoughs for any one person.”

He clasps his hands in front of him and stares at his gnarled fingers. “You see, what you don’t understand is that it’s not about how much I’ve done, or haven’t done. It’s not even about atonement. It’s about how much there’s still left to do.”

Missy shifts on the couch. “Has anyone ever told you there are other people in the universe that could do these things instead?”

He chuckles under his breath, and it’s without mirth, but not without life. “Do you see that instrument up there?”

“You’ve not left me with many other options,” Missy says, and she’s not sure that he isn’t just changing the subject again, but she follows his gaze.

She doesn’t know much about human design—why would she?—but it doesn’t take an expert to know time was spent in the piano’s craft. The soundboard is a mixture of mahogany and rock maple, the white keys are cast in their original ivory, and the black cut from ebony wood. The strings are steel in the treble and copper in the base, and each hammer is delicately covered in red felt.

It’s beautiful.

“Music,” he says quietly, “is not something that needed to exist. A piano, even more so—what with its complicated strings, and its hammers, and its pedals, and all its nonsense. It couldn’t even have the decency to decide what kind of instrument it wanted to be.”

“But these humans…” He smiles. “They can’t help themselves. There was something in them that told them it was important, even though it wouldn’t feed them, or clothe them, or shelter them. It wouldn’t give them anything they needed. But they knew they had to do it, anyway.”

He stands and straightens his coat, and starts making his way towards the door. “That’s what it’s like, Missy. When you do something to help others, even though you get nothing in return, because deep down, you know it’s right. That’s all—just right.”

Missy regards him for a long moment, then shakes her head. “You are the strangest man I’ve ever known.”

The Doctor laughs. “And yet, you know me.”

She waves her hand dismissively over the edge of the couch, and he disengages the lock with his screwdriver—then he’s back in the world and out of hers. She sighs. He’ll be back eventually, with more of his strange ideas, she supposes. But for now, she is alone.

Missy stares at the ceiling and resumes her counting, and it’s peaceful, and familiar, and safe.

She reaches second two thousand, seven hundred and thirty-six before she trades off running her fingers across suede to cautiously tracing the ivory keys. She’s never played the piano before, or really any instrument. Missy thinks she’ll be able to learn, though.

It feels right.

#fictober19 #doctor who #twelfth doctor #doctor who fanfic #dw fic #missy #fanfiction #memsfic

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talktoten-a · 5 years

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Beauty and the Beast - How has your muse changed as a person over their life? Have they changed for the better or for worse?

A SERIES OF HEADCANON PROMPTS INSPIRED BY DISNEY MOVIES // accepting

There’s this way of asking people to define their life where you ask them to split it into Before and After. It tends to draw out the most dramatic, biggest, most serious, darkest, brightest events - the things that made their life what it is today, the point of no return, the choice or event that has defined everything else. Some people take it as their mother’s death - “You fell off your bike in 2012? Oh, so before,” - and others have it as the day they decided to quit their job and join the circus, it really just depends on who you ask. It’s interesting, too, to see who throws themselves into the positive, who clings to the opportunity to be defined by something that they’re proud of, rather than the things or people they have lost. There’s not one approach which is better than other approaches, it’s just that it’s interesting, and sometimes the positive people are people who three years ago would have said something horrible was their Before and After, only they worked at it and now they’ve got something else, because that’s how they choose to tell their narratives now, and it somehow makes the bad things feel slightly less big.

Anyway. The Doctor’s life so far has been very, very long, and he is very, very old, and he isn’t a particularly introspective sort of guy to begin with. In the first place, he doesn’t really know how to introspect - he’s always been rubbish at that sort of thing, it’s his friends that point out his flaws to him because he is way too focused on being hands-on and gaining new experiences and living and doing - and also he isn’t any good at it, even if he sits down and starts walking in circles about who he is and why he does things the Doctor just can’t… identify the same things he can identify in other people. He second-guesses himself. Literally. So picking a point in his timeline for a Before and After is really difficult for him, it’s not just ‘Gallifrey’ or ‘the day he stole the TARDIS’ or whatever, it’s something which he feels like must be some small, insignificant point, which shouldn’t matter. That’s very much how the Doctor lives and how he breathes (has fun, and works, and makes sense of the world) - he very much does that through the little points in time that shouldn’t really matter. He is not a domestic person at all, but he is astoundingly in love with all of the universe, and he finds the extraordinary just about everywhere. He doesn’t do bored.

I guess this is a little off-topic. How has he changed? Has he changed for better or worse? Well, he’s changed, definitely. And he is always changing for the better, otherwise he wouldn’t change - people don’t change because they want to be worse people, they change to become better. To do better. To do more. There are different faces he’s changed through and different things he’s lived through and different events which at the time felt like massive, huge, clearly-signposted Before and Afters, and then time just kept on marching on like it always does and it turned out that Before and After didn’t really matter as much as Now. The Doctor’s a very Now sort of a person. The core of him hasn’t changed, really.

There are a lot of things that have changed and he has grown and developed like anybody would, but the core of him hasn’t changed. He panics in the same way, makes the same mistakes when he loses his way (this isn’t fair - this has actually changed, he grows, but all of his mistakes come from the same root, his ignorance is always from the same place, and he has to be aware of it every single time), reaches habitually for the same handholds which sometimes break and give way and leave him freefalling. He throws himself into his dedication to the role of Space Tourist in the same fashion. There are laws, great, big, galactic, heap-them-on-there laws which he ignores, or helped to write, or both. What does ‘change as a person’ even mean? Does it mean there’s a new Before and After? He has lived through countless befores and countless afters. He has loved and lost and been born again and loved more, and harder. Before he started running and After? Before he started living, and after? Before he knew grief, and after?

Maybe he hasn’t changed, because all of those things are now, and now, and now, and now, and now. And he would not have it any other way. He lives so hard in the moment, in the now, present and here and immediately, that is so up his alley that Before and After are signposts in directions which are opposite to the way he’s going. So in summary, he disputes the very basis of this question - over the course of his life? His life is now. He is constant, in the now. And he tries, in the now. And that is the best that anybody could ask for. The rest of that just doesn’t matter.

#ic #tenth doctor #doctor who #david tennant #10th doctor #normaltothemax

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sidehowriting · 5 years

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Unlikely Companions

Masterlist in bio!

A/N: Wow, I’m actually posting a story! It’s been so long! Sorry for the delay. I’m just this type of person. I do have more coming! I’ve wanted to get stuff written so there’s not as long between posts. But we’ll see what happens.

This is for @revengingbarnes 10k challenge! I’m so happy I can finally write about a head canon I’ve had for A WHILE: Thor traveling with The Doctor!

Prompt: Doctor Who

Pairings: 10th Doctor x Thor (platonic)

Summary: The Doctor rescues Thor after Thanos attacked.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Uh, not a lot. Some angst? Doctor Who spoilers if you’ve never seen it?

He awoke with a groan. Everything was sore. Everything hurt. Opening his eye, he wasn’t sure where he was. He remembered Thanos. The explosion. But this wasn’t his ship. This was… looked like a bedroom. Soft bed, bedside table, dressers across the room. Strange there were no windows though. Either way, he wasn’t floating in space.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he got up. His legs were a bit weak but carried him across the room and into the hall. Wherever he was, it was vast. Long halls with plenty of rooms. He even stumbled upon a pool. Whoever saved him had to be of royalty or have vast amounts of money to have a castle of this size. Stark’s didn’t even compare to this.

He didn’t see anyone else, however. That he found strange. Surely in a place this big there must be many people who live here.

Finally, he heard a voice. He couldn’t make out the words - he was too far away. But he went to it, trying to find out where he was and who had rescued him.

The room he entered was larger than he expected to see. Brown walls decorated with small circles. Large, odd looking pillars and tons of dangling wires. There were few matching brown seats that strangely weren’t in front of the center console. The was weird by itself. Big and round and not something you see inside a castle.

“Ah!” He heard the same voice and out popped a man from behind the console. “You’re awake!”

Thor studied him carefully. This strange man seemed harmless enough. He was very cheerful, all smiles and a pip in his step. His colors were just as bright as his personality. Bright blue suit and red shoes. The opposite of what Loki would wear.

Loki.

His heart hurt for his lost brother. His lost friends and family. Thanos would pay for what he did. But first, Thor needed to figure out where he was and how to get back.

“I am,” he finally replied to the man.

“You were in pretty rough shape. Thought you might be out for a while.”

The center console started to make a weird whooshing noise, making Thor flinch. He wasn’t expecting it to make a sound quite like that.

“Wha-?” The man raced back to the opposite side and grabbed what looked like some type of monitor. “What do you mean ‘coordinates cannot be found’? Run it again!” He ran his fingers through his brown poofy hair, making it look fluffier.

Thor wasn’t sure what he should do. “Is everything alright?” He tentatively took a step towards the strange man. His mind and body still on high alert after the attack from Thanos.

“Sorry, sorry, where are my manners? I’m the Doctor.” The man smacked the monitor as he spoke, getting more frustrated.

“Thor,” the god said, still watching with caution.

The Doctor groaned, “Lot of help you’ve been.” With a shove, he pushed the monitor away from him.

“Can you tell me where I am?” Thor wasn’t sure what was going on, but he needed answers and he needed them now. Thanos was no doubt on the move and Thor needed to be as well.

With long strides, the Doctor gestured around the room. “This is my TARDIS. It’s my spaceship.”

Thor’s one eye widened. “This is a ship? It’s so large.”

“It’s bigger on the inside,” the Doctor said, waving him off. “Time Lord technology. Not that different from Asgardian if I’m not mistaken.”

Thor froze, his mind going into defense mode. This stranger knew more about him than Thor first thought. Fingers starting to tingle with lightning, Thor spoke, voice straining to the point of almost breaking. “How do you know I’m from Asgard?”

“Right! Sorry!” The doctor reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a little stick with a blue knob. “I gave you a quick scan when I brought you in. Let me explain, I had been thinking about going to see the Sapphire Waterfall on Midnight. See, the last time I tried to go there was a little snafu, this alien – creature - never did find out exactly what it was – got on board and nearly killed everyone. Myself included. Well, it didn’t kill me, the other passengers almost did-“ Thor was utterly lost as the Doctor rambled on and on about some failed vacation.

“What does this have to do with me?” Thor finally cut him off, anxious to get answers.

“Sorry, got caught up there. Anyway, that’s when I stumbled upon you just floating through space. Actually, there was a lot of wreckage, like an attack of some sort.” The remains of what Thanos had done to the ship and his people. “I pulled you inside, gave you a quick scan with my sonic-“ The blue knob started to glow and give off a buzz. “Found out you were Asgardian, from the planet Asgard no doubt. I tried to find the coordinates from the TARDIS, but it keeps telling me there’s none to be found.”

“There wouldn’t be coordinates.” The Asgardian god dragged himself across the room to the brown seats. Plopping down, he rested his arms on his legs feeling exhausted again. “Asgard is gone. Destroyed.”

All the happiness seemed to rush out of the Doctor as he tucked his sonic back into his pocket. “I’m sorry.” Briskly, he went over to Thor, sitting down next to him. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated, voice lower and softer.

“It was my doing, you know.” Thor focused on his hands as he spoke. “I had this crazy sister, Hela, and the only way to stop her was to destroy Asgard. Sure, we got most of the people out but then Thanos attacked us and he murder half of my people.”

“I destroyed Gallifrey, my home planet.” Thor glanced over at the Doctor, the strange man’s body language mimicking his own. Hands on his knees, slumped shoulders. “A horrible war, the Time War, was happening and blowing up the planet was the only way to stop it all. I was the only survivor. Well, there was another, but he went crazy and preferred to die than be stuck with me.”

“Do you ever question your choice?”

“All the time. After countless years it never seems to get easier.” There was a pause before the Doctor spoke again, “Two hundred and forty-seven billion children died because of me.”

His heart hurt for this Doctor that has so kindly taken him in. While he hated the thought of all those people dying, he found solace in knowing that he wasn’t the only one who had made a catastrophic decision that destroyed his home world.

Thor turned to his new companion, meeting the stranger’s sad eyes. “I’m sorry you have to carry that burden.”

The Doctor gave a small nod before jumping up from his seat and racing back over to the monitor. “So, Thor,” the Doctor said, completely changing the subject. “Where to? We have all of time and space at our hands. Anywhere and any when you want to go.”

Thor got up, a little confused. All of time and space? Any when? Was this mad man talking about time travel? Surely that didn’t exist. Thor hoped his grief would not fill him with delusions like this. “I’d like to go to Nidavellir. I had this hammer that got smashed. I need a new weapon to face Thanos.”

“Ah, Nidavellir. Home of the dwarves.” The Doctor started running around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers. Thor didn’t understand how one person could manage the whole thing. It had to be a multiperson job.

“You know of it?”

“Of course. I’m quite clever. Haven’t needed any weapons wielded, though. I have everything I need right here.” He whipped out his sonic again and Thor had to bite back his laugh.

“That’s your weapon? Does it even work?”

“Oh!” The Doctor’s mouth opened in a wide gasp as his eyes narrowed at Thor. “It does! On everything but wood.”

“Be that as it may,” Thor said, not believing the Doctor in the slightest. “I doubt it would work on Thanos.”

“And who exactly is Thanos?”

“He’s big and purple. A mad titan who wants the Infinity Stones to eliminate half of all life. He’s heading to Earth and I have to stop him.”

“Sounds like quite the adventure.” The Doctor grinned, pushing a few more buttons and grabbing the monitor. He gave it a long, hard stare before saying, “Off to Nidavellir then! Allons-y!” With that, the Doctor threw a lever on the console. The TARDIS started to make the whooshing noise again and Thor assumed that meant they were on their way.

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