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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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They Kiss You To Escape

Preference

Characters: Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Rory Williams

Warnings:

Request: “Good night! I love Doctor Who and I really wanted to send you a request about a preference 😁 10, 11, Jack and Rory having to kiss their crushes to escape/hide from someone, please!” Anon

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Tenth Doctor

The Doctor looked so uncomfortable.

He was pressed into the corner of the conference room, unable to escape the chattering of a persistent woman. She laughed ridiculously, shaking her whole body until she was bumping into him. The Doctor shook her off with a forced smile.

(Y/N) watched them from afar, perhaps enjoying his state of panic – very rarely do you see the Doctor knocked down a peg.

Though it was peculiar to see him so resistant of a flirtatious encounter. He was always sweeping strangers off their feet with talk of space and how brilliant he was. But right then there was nothing but strain on his face as the touchy woman sought his arm.

“I should take pity on him,” (Y/N) thought, sipping the remaining of her cocktail and envisioning a list of things the Doctor could do to repay her kindness.

She nudged through the crowd of babbling businessmen and their escorts to reach the corner of the room, starting to hear the high pitch voice of the confounding woman.

“Oh, stop!” she shrieked in laughter, “You couldn’t possibly have anything else to do tonight.”

“W-Well…” the Doctor stuttered, “I’ve got people to see, lords to meet, p-planets to save.” He frantically sought an excuse to escape.

(Y/N) could have sworn she watched the clouds part and sunshine fall on his face as the Doctor spotted her arrival. He practically yelled at her.

“(Y/N)!”

The insistent woman turned brazenly, a hand against her collarbone.

“Hi there,” (Y/N) said brightly.

“Hello, darling,” the Doctor said, pushing to reach her side. “How are you?”

But he didn’t give her a chance to respond as he gripped her waist and pulled her to his lips. He kissed her hard and fierce, leaving no room to question how he felt about her. (Y/N) was shocked into a standstill, hands braced against his arms as he leaned into her hungrily.

It was all-consuming, his fingers digging into her sides, holding her in place as he claimed her mouth.

The pair of them were so absorbed in each other’s embrace that they completely missed the departure of the flustered woman.

It might’ve been minutes later that (Y/N) pushed against the Doctor’s arms, gasping for air. “Woah…”

The Doctor instantly pulled away, believing that he had overstepped beyond repair. He rubbed at his face, fingers lingering over his lips as he fumbled over something to say.

“I… you – I’m sorry, (Y/N),” and he looked it too. “I couldn’t get that infernal woman to leave and then you… I didn’t mean to come at you like that.”

(Y/N) had a hand to her chest, chasing the rapid beating of her heart. “Um…” she gulped, “I didn’t mind.”

His head was downturned, but his eyes flew to hers. “Sorry?”

She shook her head, “I didn’t mind.”

He got a wonderous look on his face. And (Y/N) had the sneaking suspicion there was a reason he didn’t fancy going out with the stranger.

Eleventh Doctor

His mind was reeling, jumping from one scenario to another. It was making his jittery movements more erratic, his fingers dancing about as he saw his thoughts before him.

He was starting to sweat with the anticipation, “By George,” he muttered, “I’m in a right state.”

“Sorry?” (Y/N) asked, lounging near the tardis. It was stuck in a quantum lock by a devious friend of the Doctor’s, one that peevishly sought to jest his companions with silly requests.

The Doctor winced at her words, on the brink of bolting, “I’ve got to do something.” He rubbed his fingertips together, inching towards her like every step was crunching over glass. “And in all my years, it’s comparable to some of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done.”

“Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked, standing to meet him, “You’re a bit jumpy.”

He gave a breathy laugh, “I’m just twitterpated.”

She scrunched her brow, “Okay,” she eyed his nervous gaze.

He licked his lips, “See the problem is I’ve made a deal with the magistrate,” he gestured towards the palace behind them, “And there’s no way we can unlock the tardis without me meeting the terms.”

“Alright,” (Y/N) smiled, “What is he asking you to do?”

“Something I’ve given a great deal of thought to,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, “And my friend finds it appropriate to make it a requirement for our escape.”

“Can I help?”

He laughed again, high and nervous, “Bear with me.” He reached her standing figure, “This isn’t quite how I imagined it, but… right.” He went to cup her face with nimble fingers, fear lining his gaze.

(Y/N) grew worried, reaching to grab his arm, but before she could voice her concern, the Doctor put his lips on hers. Gentle and apprehensive and sweet at first, he pulled away just an inch – only to plant a stronger kiss right after. It was as if he wanted to capture one memorable kiss before the possible rejection that might follow.

He had to pry himself away, stumbling back and ashamedly looking at her as the tardis doors swung open as if on command.

“I’m sorry,” he said, twisting his fingers.

She stared at him with wide eyes, “You daft old man.” His continual look of shame brought a smile to her face, “I would have agreed if you just asked.”

His posture straightened out, surprised, “You… you didn’t mind.”

“Doctor,” she laughed, “I’ve known about your little crush since our first adventure. You’re so terribly obvious.”

He started to smile, “I always thought myself mysterious and debonair.”

“And who was I to crush that confidence.” She went for his hand, “You would have thought he asked you to wipe my memory or send me away with how scared you looked.”

“You happen to be a very scary person.”

“Said no one, ever.”

He shrugged, giddily enjoying his hand in hers, “We’re holding hands.”

She laughed, “Well spotted, Doctor.”

Jack

They raced down the corridor, blaring red lights illuminating their path. The terrifying sound of dozens of army boots pounded away behind them.

Jack grappled for her hand.

“Just around this corner!” he yelled over the sirens, “There’s gotta be a way out.”

“What if there isn’t?”

“Don’t think like that,” Jack cried, swinging around the corner.

They came face to face with a high security door. It was sealed airtight, powered by an electrical panel.

“Dammit,” Jack ground out, pounding on the metal door, once – twice. “Right.” He tore at the electrical panel, revealing a mess of buzzing wires. A few began sparking as he tugged at them, whipping his hand away at singeing his fingers.

“We don’t have a way to open it,” (Y/N) muttered, feeling her gut sink at the realization that they were trapped with the inevitable chasing after them.

Jack rolled up his sleeves, “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He gave her a wink, “I told you I’d get us out of here – a few wires aren’t going to stop us.”

“But you’ll be electric-“ She was cut off with a scream as Jack reached in and yanked a fistful of wires out of the box.

His teeth clenched, his body seizing as volts of lightning shot through him, effectively stopping his heart. He flew to the ground, singed and smoking, completely still as the life left him.

(Y/N) cried out, falling to her knees, “Jack,” she gasped. “Oh my god, Jack!” She reached for his chest, ignoring how the door unsealed itself, snapping open with a hiss.

“Come on,” she said shakily, placing her fists over his heart and beginning to push down. “I swear to god, Jack, if you die because of opening a bloody door…”

She cupped his face, kissing him gently and blowing air into his lungs. He didn’t stir for another minute, the taste of salty tears on his lips as she began to cry above him.

It was not how she envisioned their first kiss.

“Please,” she begged, “Please, wake up.”

And with an almighty breath, Jack sat up, crying out, “Woah!” He planted his hands on his chest, wincing, “Did you give me CPR?”

(Y/N) had her hands over her mouth, staring at him in horror.

He was touching his lips then, “Were we kissing?” He gave her a raised eyebrow, “And I missed it?”

She smacked him across the arm, “Why are you acting like that? You just died, Jack!”

“Yeah, about that…” he climbed to his feet, “I sort of can’t – you know – die.”

(Y/N) glared at him, “Would’ve been nice to know beforehand.”

He shrugged, giving her that charismatic smile, “I have a flare for the dramatic.” He took a step towards her, “Now, about that kiss.”

“You mean the CPR I was giving you to save your life.”

“Potato, patato,” he grinned, “I think we should do it again sometime.”

She shook her head, unable to contain her smile, “Unbelievable.”

Rory

They walked as inconspicuously as possible, not wishing to draw the attention of the crowds. Rory had her wrist in his hand, paving the way through the masses. They tried to hide their growing looks of panic, taking short, shallow breaths.

“Do they know we’re here?” (Y/N) asked quietly near his back.

He swallowed, “I hope not.”

“Very reassuring,” she muttered, whipping her eyes around. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

He led her towards the nearest corridor, checking to see if any uniforms were waiting just around the corner. They moved quicker, jogging around to find the exit. It was just another day in the life of adventure with the Doctor.

And what could be more brilliant than getting lost on a foreign planet without any idea where the tardis was.

“Do you hear that?” (Y/N) tugged on Rory’s hand, pausing their steps.

He scrunched his brow, “Reinforcements.” Heavy footfalls seemed to come from all around them. “They must be changing shifts.”

(Y/N) spotted a helmet turning the corner on their left, “Incoming.”

Rory cursed, looking towards the right and seeing the same thing. Soldiers were winding their way through the traveling people.

“What do we do?” (Y/N) whispered, feeling Rory’s fingers fidget against her wrist. “They’re going to spot us for sure.”

Rory looked unsure of himself, pulling (Y/N) towards him, “Do you trust me?”

“What?” She eyed his apprehension, “Of course I trust you.”

He gulped, pressing her flush against him and waiting for the soldiers to be mere feet away. Finally he took a shaky breath and twisted her around, pressing her into the wall behind them. He slammed his lips onto hers, shielding as much of her body with his.

She was hesitant at first but went along with the plan as soon as her shock wore off. She wound her fingers into his hair, keeping him against her mouth. They melded together, hot and heavy against the wall as groups of people wanders past.

It was a lifetime before they pulled apart for some air.

“Well, that was…” (Y/N) started off.

Rory blinked, all in a daze, “Yeah…”

She bit her lip, “I think we’re in the clear.”

“Right, of course,” he cleared his throat. “But when we get back…”

She raised her eyebrows, “Pick up where we left off?”

“Yes, please.”

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thedreamwraptwriter · 9 months

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Companions Don't Take Sick Days!

Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1046

Warnings: none.

Note: [Y/N] = Your Name

A soft humming awoke me from my deep sleep – the comforting sound of the Tardis was a daily occurrence for me now and I couldn’t help but want to snuggle back into bed. The past few days had been hectic; the Doctor had whisked me all around the universe, bouncing between times, and saving worlds. I loved being by his side but sometimes it felt as though he had endless amounts of energy and I, being human, felt as though I’d missed out on a few (hundred) cups of caffeine with the way I was feeling.

“Ergh,” I grumbled aloud, pushing myself groggily out of the warm comforter. The room I stayed in was lit by a soft, warm glow, pulsing along the walls. Squinting, I stumbled toward the door, eyes still adjusting to the lack of light around me. With a push, I opened the door of my room and poked my head out into the main control area. The Doctor was sitting by the console, staring intensely at it with a furrowed brow. His eyes darted back and forth, as though reading something at high speed, and I noticed his leg bouncing with energy. Whatever was making him look like that I wasn’t ready to face and quickly began to withdraw back into my ro-

“Y/N!”

I groaned. Caught.

“Yes Doctor?” I said, voice scratchier than I expected.

He came bounding over to me, trench coat swishing behind him like a majestic bat.

“Dear me, you look terrible,” he said, gently grabbing my face with his hands and looking me over. “You feeling alright?”

I batted his hands away, embarrassed. “We’ve been going nonstop, I think I’m allowed to look a little worse for wear,” I shot back, crossing my arms. “Besides, I’m up now. What’s on the roster for today?”

The Doctor looked at me sternly, his brown eyes drilling into my soul. I hated it when he looked at me like this – it felt as though he could read my mind.

“I can,” he said cheekily, and I felt my entire body heat. “Just kidding – I think I the psychic link bracelets effects are finally wearing off.”

He raised his arm up and jingled the small silver bracelet on his wrist. I groaned, feeling the matching bracelet heavy on my arm. I’d forgotten about those. Alien tech really was something. They’d proven useful in our last adventure, but I was so tired I’d forgotten to remove mine. I hurriedly pulled mine off just in case it broadcasted anything else out to him.

“However, I do not need one of those to see that you are obviously looking really terrible,” said the Doctor, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you go back and lay down?”

I shook his hand off my shoulder, ignoring the pulsing in the back of my head. “Now Doctor, I don’t think that will be necessary. I saw you looking – peeved, at the console so why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

The Doctor crossed his arms, looked over his shoulder at the control room, and back at me.

“No.”

I blinked. “Sorry, what?”

He sighed. “You are not doing anything today. You are taking a sick day.”

“Companions don’t take sick days!” I exclaimed. “This is ridiculous. I’m not even sick.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. Whipping out his sonic screwdriver, he rapidly scanned me.

“Elevated temperature, increased mucous secretions, and a high white blood cell count. Pardon me, Y/N, but I think that would indicate that you are, in fact, ill,” he said, smiling triumphantly. “I’m putting you back to bed.”

Before I could argue, the Doctor scooped me up his arms and strode back into my room. My heart rate spiked and the dizziness I was feeling earlier increased tenfold. What a cunning man.

“That’s better, isn’t it,” the Doctor said cheerfully as he fluffed my pillows and tucked me tightly into bed. “The color is coming back to your cheeks already.”

I turned away from him – the flush in my cheeks was due to something else.

“I suppose,” I mumbled. “But Doctor, what if you need help?”

The Doctor grinned. “I do have other friends in the Universe, you know. Lots of people owe me a favor or two. Though, I have to admit, you are my favorite.”

He winked at me. “Now then, what else can I do to help you feel better? Ah yes.”

With a flurry, he ran out of my room. I heard dishes clanging, the Tardis beeping, and some other odd noises echoing about before he came striding back in, balancing a tray of food in one hand and a cold compress in the other.

“There we are,” he said, carefully placing the tray on my lap and laying the cold compress on my forehead. As much as I wanted to hate his fussing, I found it to be extremely charming (and the cold compress felt quite nice).

I stared at the tray of soup and bread with some confusion. “You were only gone for a few minutes; where did you get this? I know you can’t cook.”

The Doctor chuckled. “I did a quick stop by your hometown – I know what you like! Give me some credit, Y/N.”

I smiled. The Doctor was incredibly thoughtful and he listened more than I thought he did. “I’m being spoiled today, it seems,” I said.

He grinned. “Right then - open up now, Y/N!” he said, picking up some soup and holding the spoon towards me expectantly.

Immediately, my entire body burned with embarrassment. “W-wait a second I can feed myself!”

I went to grab the spoon, but the Doctor smoothly grabbed my wrist and laid it back down on the sheets. His warm hand enveloped mine and it felt as though time and space stood still.

“Y/N, please let me take care of you,” he said softly. I looked into his soft brown eyes, my pulse fluttering. We were so close we could have-

“Yes, sorry,” I murmured, tearing my eyes away from his and allowed the Doctor to care for me. He was so gentle, his touch left fire on my skin, but I did my best to ignore it. He was the loneliest man in the universe, and he wanted to keep it that way…but some days, it seemed to me, he’d rather be anything else.

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Author’s Note: I’m sick as a dog right now and was watching some Doctor Who to pass the time – decided I might as well write a classic sickfic with some nice fluff. Somehow, though, I managed to make it sad at the very end. Sorry : D

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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"Pacify Him" - Tenth Doctor x Reader

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: It's your boyfriend's birthday! The Doctor insists on tagging along as a friend, of course. Maybe you did tell him to be 'decent' but how could he know that 'not getting into a stand-offish argument with your boyfriend' fell under that category? Despite all reason and evidence, he still claims to not be jealous.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.8k

A/N: I'm in my Melanie Martinez era and I will not apologize

"Where are you going, mister?" you asked the Doctor when you noticed him following you out of the TARDIS. He was supposed to drop you off for your boyfriend's birthday party and pick you up a few hours later. In your mind, it would do you both some good to have a rest from each other's constant presence. The Doctor as it turned out had a different opinion.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Come on, I love a party!" The tone of his voice sounded nearly as if he was offended.

"Yeah but not domestic ones."

It wasn't something he could argue with - whenever anything akin to a family dinner turned up, he always found a perfect excuse or ruse to get out of it. The only parties he attended were the ones with no strings attached. For a lack of better expression, he was a 'hit and run' kind of man.

"Well, you're not married, you don't even live together, so it's not really domestic, is it?" The Doctor said those words with seemingly no seriousness and so you were sure he remained oblivious to your own desires and worries: you were thinking about taking your relationship with Mark further but doing so while travelling through all of time and space did not seem like a good idea. It would definitely... complicate things.

But perhaps Doctor's sudden interest in familial intimacy was something positive - perhaps he was beginning to recover from his 'brooding loner' persona. In that case, you simply couldn't deny him that moment of bravery.

"Alright," you said with a sigh, "I'm bringing you with me, but!" You pointed your finger at him. "Be decent, I'm begging you."

"I am wearing pants, see?" The Doctor pointed at his usual dress pants. He even gave you a twirl as if there was anything worth showing off - he wore that very same outfit every day, after all. Despite the suit being clearly worn out he was still going to be the most elegant-looking person in there.

"No facetious comments and alien technology, alright?"

"I'll do my best."

He shut the door behind him but you couldn't actually hear it over the noise of the party going on in your boyfriend's house; the loud music was audible from the street. Looking up through the windows, you could see some familiar and unfamiliar faces laughing and drinking from plastic cups. Compared to what you've been through the past few months, that sight was so mundane you couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness. One day you save the universe and the other you drink cheap tequila with blackcurrant juice.

You gave the Doctor a quick glance only to notice a slight grimace on his face. He didn't even make it to the party and he was already hating it. But if he truly had no desire to mingle with your friends, why was he forcing himself to?

"Second thoughts?" you asked him in a joking manner.

"Nah, I've been through worse."

"Serious question," you said to grab his attention. Doctor's eyes opened wider as his eyebrows raised - all of the universe around the two of you and he cared only about your words. "Which one is worse: arm wrestling a Cyberman or going to a house party?"

He looked away for a moment before answering. "I- well... Do I get time to prepare?"

"Sure." Your shoulders shrug slightly.

"Maybe I could even win..." he quietly considered for a moment. "What's the prize?"

"You can't be seriously considering arm wrestling a Cyberman."

"Hey, it was your idea! Now come on, we don't want to be late."

You shook your head at him despite the wide smile on your face. The Doctor was magnificent at putting on a light-hearted facade that you liked to pretend was genuine; it was a lovely sentiment to hold even for a minute that he wasn't a man haunted.

The doorbell rang only once when you heard someone unlocking the door - you were expected if not awaited. There, behind the door, stood the one person you have missed the most. His face lit up when he realized he was actually seeing you. Shortly after, Mark was already hugging you tightly.

"Oh, baby," he murmured against your hair. For him, it's been three months since he last saw you, so such a reaction shouldn't come off too bizarre.

"Hey, babe," you greeted him. His reaction was slightly amusing to you, mainly because you've never seen him being so clingy. It felt nice to be missed, to be cared about so much.

Mark leaned away to look at you again as if he still was unsure that you really were in front of him. His smile was so wide it nearly looked painful - as if happiness could have a face.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it."

"Are you kidding me? I'd go back in time if I had to!"

Your little joke earned a quiet chuckle from the Doctor, who was patiently third-wheeling. It wasn't visible on his face but he was feeling uncomfortable at the show of affection - part of him wanted your fondness to be an exclusive good, something he wouldn't have to share with anyone.

"Doctor, this is Mark, my boyfriend. Mark, this is the Doctor, my... research partner."

"The Doctor?" Mark repeated in confusion.

"Yeah, we all just call him that. The entire team." No matter how vile it might sound, you were really good at lying to your partner. For better of worse, you never though it would be a useful skill to have.

In the distance, you noticed a familiar constellation of blonde locks, denim jackets and black high heels - your high school friends. It wouldn't be a stretch to say you haven't seen them in literal years. You could feel your heart start to beat a little faster as pure excitement made the tips of your fingers tingle.

"I'll leave you to it, boys. I'm going to catch up with girls," you said while pointing at a group of women around your age standing in the faraway corner of the room.

The Doctor watched you run away to the group. Judging by their exclamations and tight hugs, the excitement and longing were mutual. Only after witnessing that scene, yearning to one day touch your heart in the same way, did he turn back to your boyfriend to attempt a polite conversation. Maybe he could try and learn what exactly you were seeing in him. "So, Mark, how did you two meet?"

"She didn't tell you?"

"No, must've slipped her mind. In fact, she doesn't talk much about you at all." Although it was true, there was no need to rub it in. Unless someone was looking for malicious satisfaction.

"Oh, really? Anyway, we met in high school through a mutual friend but didn't date until university. She was on the experimental research team, I was sure I was too stupid for her to date me."

"Yeah, I can imagine," the Doctor nodded along.

"Hey, man, can I tell you a secret?"

"I love secrets."

"You can't tell her, alright?"

"Scout's honour." He wasn't fond of the direction the conversation was heading into. There were only two things men wanted to keep away from their significant others and Mark did not strike him as someone capable of adultery.

"I want to propose."

"Oh." For a moment, the entire universe stopped. Only static was resounding in the Doctor's head but heart-wrenching panic set in rather quickly afterwards. He knew that if Mark was to ask you to marry him, you'd say yes. And he wasn't sure what he was going to do if that was to happen...

"You spend a lot of time working with her, right? I thought you could help me out a little."

"Oh, yes, we spend a lot of time together. It's practically only the two of us, all the time."

"Thank God, because I feel like I'm starting to overthink things, you know?" Mark appeared completely oblivious to the sublime message in Doctor's words. The thought of having 'competition' never crossed his mind, it seemed. "I thought of buying a minimalistic ring. Thin band, a small diamond, you know the lot."

"She'd hate it," Doctor answered with a shake of his head. A grimace appeared on his face as he imagined the scene. "Yeah, no, too common. It should be something rare and interesting. She absolutely hates ordinary things. Shouldn't you know that? You're her boyfriend. Never mind that, don't you think she deserves something more thoughtful?"

"That's why I'm asking for a second opinion! I don't see her often these days..."

"See, Mark, here's what I don't get. You don't see her often, you talk about proposing to her and when she shows up, you don't even talk to her? You want her to be your wife and you've talked to me, a total stranger, more than you've talked to her. I'm about to think you want to marry me."

"You're a funny guy, you know? Come on, she just went to talk to her friends." Mark either did not pick up on Doctor's passive-aggression or he purposefully ignored it. "And here she is coming back."

For some reason, those two were exactly where you left them - at the door. Although they were talking, you could tell there was some tension between them: Mark folded his arms and Doctor stood with his hands in his pockets. If the two most important men in your life, at the moment, were going to get into a fight, your reality was going to become a lot more complex than it already was.

"Are you two going to stand here all night? Let's get a drink!" You pulled both of them in the direction of a table with alcohol, soda and juice. The Doctor knew he was in for a long and frustrating night but at least he got to spend it with you.

Although at first you were preoccupied with retelling Doctor all the hilarious or outrageous stories your friend had told you, you quickly noticed something was off about him.

"From my perspective, it looked like you were acting jealous."

"What? No, I didn't."

"Look, I get it. I really do. We spend so much time together, just you and I, then suddenly my attention was someplace else. It's okay to feel upset."

"Why would I be jealous? I already know I'm your favourite."

The two of you laughed and the situation was momentarily defused or so you thought - the Doctor kept on thinking about your words and his own feelings. He knew perfectly well (he witnessed it) that you had so many lovely people around you. Even without him, your life was whole. Tragically enough, without you, his life was about as empty as the Void and he refused to openly admit that to himself. It wasn't doing much good though: his lungs were filled with smoke, yet he pretended there was no fire.

He didn't yet know how but he knew he had to make a move soon if he wanted to be a little more than an adventure.

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writersblockedx · 1 year

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All Consuming: Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Security

Pairing - Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader Summary - Y/n officially meets the Doctor - under circumstances she wishes she could change. Warnings - Mentions of violence and death, Mentions of sick, heights? Words - 1.5K

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Y/n should have known that jumping into a police box (which certainly wasn't just a police box), with a strange man who called himself The Doctor was a bad idea. But, frankly, a bad idea was better than her lack of ideas. Had she not taken his hand, had that offer not been there, she's sure them pilot fish would have taken her hostage, possibly killed her if that's what their plan was.

So she found that gripping onto the barriers of the TARDIS was much less daunting than the hostage situation she would have other wise faced. When they finally stopped, Y/n found the time to catch her breath. "Ah," Hummed The Doctor from the other side of the controls. He was swift and steady in his movements as he checked the controls.

Y/n on the other hand was stumbling and fighting off the sickly turning which resided in her stomach. "You don't have a bucket do you?" She queried, pulling herself around the room.

His brows knitted, leaning back to catch her gaze, "What? Why would you want a bucket?"

"To throw up in!" She yelled back through her anger. Y/n knew the man in front of her was strange, but he didn't strike her as stupid.

In a snap, he pointed his finger at her, taking her back. "Don't you dare throw up in my TARDIS!" The finger tip which lingered over her suggested a threat. Another threat of which Y/n did not have the energy to deal with.

"Oh well maybe you should fly it better than next time!" She snapped back at him without even realizing it. It had been a long day and she wasn't used to running from otherworldly creatures like the Doctor might. At least, that's what she was blaming her frustration on.

From there the girl wandered towards the exit of this...police box, or TARDIS as the Doctor called it. "I can't believe that we were-"

"You might not want to do that!" The Doctor warned, but Y/n's hands were already reaching for the door handles, already opening them.

She felt her breath cut short as she faced the city of London, miles and miles up above, looking down on it from the clouds. Y/n felt as if she might have slipped from the safety of the TARDIS had it not been for the Doctor gripping one hand around her waist and pulling her backwards. A hand of which lingered. "I told you."

She glanced up at him, "Where are we?" Her voice was low like it was unsure it even wanted to ask such a question.

"London...around 30,000 feet above." She didn't want to believe him, but as she looked back, the houses and the buildings so minute, she had no choice but to. "We just need to stay here for a little while until the pilot fish give up. Then it'll be safe enough to go back now."

"Safe enough?" She reiterated back to him, still caught between his hold and the 30,000 feet drop. "Doesn't sound so safe."

He simply shrugged, "Guess you'll just have to trust me."

"I barely know you."

He swung her around, shutting the door with his free hand before finally letting her go. Even if she didn't know him, even if he was just some strange man on the street, even if he was just the doctor to her, she was safe. Well, safe enough and only safe for now.

Y/n started walking back towards the centre of the room, running through her serval rushing thoughts. It was as if they were barricaded before while she was running for her life, but now, as she stood with the time to think, it was as if them thoughts were suffocating her. "You said you were the doctor, right?" She turned back around to face him, finding that his gaze was already transfixed on her.

He nodded, following towards her, "Nice of you to remember." His hands were shuffling through his pockets, retrieving the machine that beeped. "Do you mind?" He gestured to the girl who gave no indication of acceptance.

Instead, Y/n bypassed his question, and he took that as a yes. "And exactly what type of doctor? Medical? Psychiatric?" The machine's beeping got more excessive the closer it got to her. It's red light blinked frantically and had Y/n had any idea as to what said beeping and blinking meant, she might have paid more attention to it.

"Just the Doctor." He answered her.

Y/n turned, much to the Doctor's annoyance as the beeping slowed and suddenly he could no longer get an accurate reading. "And this," She said to herself as she scanned the TARDIS another time. "How do you even-" She spun, doe-eyed and wondering. "Who do you work for exactly? Torchwood? MI5?" Suddenly, questions flooded in. "Are you some sort of spy? Is that what The Doctor is? Is it a code name?"

"I work for a private company." He told her before any more questions could come spitting out. "And you really should know that's not the problem here." He went on, taking a few steps closer to her, the frantic beeps returning. "This is the part where you ask what the real problem is."

Y/n wasn't so certain, her brows knitted in confusion, "What is the real problem?"

"That this," He shook the machine in front of her face, "Won't stop bloody beeping around you!" And then he swung the machine, letting it fly through the air until it hit a back wall, causing it to buzz, break and, sure enough, stop bloody beeping. "That thing measures energy, and you, Y/n sure do have a lot in you."

She halted, her head tilted. She was quiet as The Doctor walked passed her, towards the main control panels. "How do you know my name?"

His fingers were busy tapping against several buttons, stopping as the question hit him. He glanced to her over the controls, finding her pupils filled with a daunting sense. "Because I've been tracking you, Y/n Y/l/n."

"So you are a spy!" She argued.

He shook his head and returned to his several buttons, "No, still the Doctor." He said. "You know, you really are not the smartest person to say you are one of the most powerful things in this universe right now."

That daunt returned. "What does that mean?"

He started walking around from the controls, slowly heading back towards the girl. "It means that you're harbouring enough energy to power planets, to power a whole solar system." He informed, with every word, building onto them suffocating thoughts Y/n couldn't stop.

"How is that possible?" Her speech came out in a whisper, drooling in the terror which was growing on her.

"It's not." That was the short answer. "This energy, whatever it is, should have ripped you into two like shredding paper."

"That's a great image in my head, thanks for that." She quipped.

The Doctor tilted his head and flashed a grin, "Oh, you're welcome." Then he paused and, just as quickly as they had left it, they entered back into the terror of what resided in the girl. "It's why the Pilot Fish were after you. Just like that blinking light of mine," He pointed towards the back wall where said machinery had been thrown, "They have something which tracks energy and power like yours. They could use that energy to power their planet, not to mention they as a species would become just as powerful." He went on. "Its hard to say how many other species have found out about you, or how many are already on their way."

Y/n was lost. She was lost in a sea of Pilot Fish, of solar systems and the things which extended past Earth. "You're saying there might be more?" She questioned.

The Doctor shifted, catching onto the freight which was pooling in the girl's eyes. "I'm saying that if the Pilot Fish found you, then we should assume that others can."

"Are they going to kill me?"

The Doctor's lips faulted into a frown and he couldn't help but reach out to her shaking hands, cupping the into his own as if to shield them from what was to come. "They will try." At least he was being honest. "I will do everything I can to keep you safe." A promise of which even he knew he might not be able to keep.

"Safe enough, right?" She reiterated back to him.

He nodded, "Safe enough."

It had pained them both to say that. Because, no matter how many feet in the air the TARDIS was, there was no assurance that they would be safe. There was no security that protected Y/n from aliens and creatures which planned to take what she hadn't asked for. Maybe the Doctor would do everything he could to keep her so safe, but they were on the run and it just so happened that every other species in the universe was hunting them.

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somethinglikethatyeah83 · 1 year

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MASTERLIST:

Requests Are Open

Tenth Doctor:

VERA STORIES (can also be read as x reader):

Coordinates — The Doctor is alone again, too dangerous to have company, but then an old friend calls. Who is he to pass her up?

Wedding — Vera and Ten get stranded on a planet that worships marriage and relationships, how else would they get back to the Tardis other than marriage?

Comfort — Death will always surround the two of them, and worries will always arise, but she always found it hard to open up

SFW Alphabet — A safe-for-work alphabet for our two favourite timelords

Us Again — A near ending to the Family Of Blood episodes but with Vera in place of Joan.

Two Doctors — The last episode of Season 4, Journeys End rewrite but with Vera and a very jealous Rose

Theta, Vera — Vera was just trying to get back to her own Tardis, but it didn't go according to plan.

Language — A short drabble about Ten and Vera and Gallifreyan... he's missed speaking it, that's all

Alec Hardy:

X READERS:

You're Alright — Alec comes home from the office after a bad day, what can you do to help? Be with him.

He Got Away — You know who Danny's killer is, but only because he comes to have a word with you...

Campbell Bain:

X READERS:

I'm Here — Campbell is always there to help out when you need it <3

Gifts — Reader has trouble verbally expressing their love so they turn to gifts for Campbell

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super-predictable98 · 4 months

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The Galaxies of Gallifrey

Chapter 1: The Toymaker Trick

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warning: Mention of death, SPOILERS FOR THE GIGGLE

a/n: Hey there! So because I didn't have enough unfinished series... here's another one. I hope all the whovians can enjoy this canon x OC thing I'm working on. There's a lot more to come for this one, but before chapter 2 comes expect a Casanova request XD

2008 - Somewhere in space

"Gallifrey Gale McShane... can I have this dance?" The Doctor extended his hand and she took it.

"What was that song from the future? Oh! I got it," she pressed a button on her phone and Mitski started playing.

The two of them embraced each other sweetly, swaying gently around the TARDIS control room.

"You know I... I... you know," he mumbled, still not quite ready to say the words he felt in his hearts.

"I know, and I do too," Gallifrey whispered.

"Good, then we're in agreement. I wouldn't be the man I am today without you, our lives have been intertwined forever now."

She nodded and rested her head on his chest, singing the lyrics for him quietly:

"Moon, tell me if I could send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you? Cause my love is mine, all mine. I love mine, mine, mine. Nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love mine, all mine, all mine."

"I like that. Mine all mine all mine..." The Doctor repeated softly. "Are you scared? Of dying?"

"I think you might be more scared of me dying than I am."

"That's true, I never wanted to- get attached because humans come and go, you get old and you start losing your memories, yourselves... then you die. And I'm left here, life after life after life."

"But with me you're taking the risk? You're accepting this pain?"

"I'd do it all over again if it meant I'd get this time with you. Even if it would only last a day, a week, a month... You're worth it. The pain of losing you one day is not greater than the pain of never having you at all."

His brown eyes were shining with sadness but also hope. Loving someone is like ripping your heart out of your chest and accepting someone else can choose what happens to it.

"To answer your question, I am not that scared of dying. I hope it feels like when you're a child and fall asleep on the couch after school so your mum carries you to bed and you wake up there. I hope Death is like a gentle old friend." Gallifrey explained. "She'll take my hand and guide me to you."

"To me?"

"You know, Doctor, I also need to cope with losing you several times. I know you'll regenerate over and over right in front of me and there's nothing I can do. And even though I will always love you no matter who you become, this is my Doctor. You, Ten. You're the Doctor I wanted to spend my life with."

"I see... I'm so sorry, Gal."

"Don't be, I dream that when I die, my handsome Ten will take my hand and we'll run to our home near the beach. Our two dogs will be waiting and we can just be us, no more regeneration or dangerous adventures, just us."

"Is that what you think heaven is like? Sitting on a porch with me?" The Doctor frowned. "I wish I could give you what you want, I wish there was someone else who could do what I do. I'd stay as the tenth Doctor for you for a million years even if I go completely mad having to stay in one place for the rest of my life."

"I know, but I don't resent you. I know the Doctor's job is to travel around the universe protecting everyone. And I'll be your companion until I can no longer do my job."

2023: UNIT Headquarters in London

"Shooting ducks... who is next?" The Toymaker pointed the galvanic beam at each of the ladies. "The companion, the soldier, the scientist, the orphan... the wife," he smirked at Gallifrey.

"Your fight is with me!" The Doctor shouted, enraged by the idea of losing anyone else. "And you owe me! One more ga-"

Before he could finish, the Toymaker struck him with the beam right in the chest.

"DOCTOR!" Gallifrey cried. "No! I'm not ready, I'm not ready! I don't wanna say goodbye to my Doctor!"

"I played the first game with one Doctor, I played the second game with this Doctor, therefore your own rules have decreed. I play the third game with the next Doctor!" The Toymaker announced.

Without thinking of any consequence, Gallifrey ran to her husband's side. "Kill me, make me into a puppet, I don't care! This is the last time I'm seeing the man I fell in love with!"

Donna and Melanie followed, they didn't want him to die alone, even if it wasn't really a death.

"I'm so sorry, Gal..." The Doctor looked at his wife with a pained expression as she held his hand. "This isn't dying, but I know how much it'll hurt you. I know you always say it doesn't matter, but please still love me even if I'm insanely ugly."

"You can never be ugly, Doc, not to me," she sobbed, trying to take in every detail of his face.

"I'll miss the way you look at me when I'm like this."

"Don't worry about me, I love all your faces. I love all of you," she assured. "Fingers crossed you come ginger this time."

"It's time, here we go again," the Doctor gave her one last kiss from the lips she adored so much. "Allons-y."

But then... instead of regenerating, he just stood there, feeling rather strange and a little foolish. Gallifrey looked at Donna, who shrugged, just as confused.

"Doc, what's going on?" Gallifrey cried.

"Could you... pull?" He asked.

"Could we what?" Donna looked at him with a disgusted grimace.

"Just pull, pull from each side, all of you. It feels different this time."

Melanie and Donna did as he asked, pulling his left arm while Gallifrey did the same with the right. At first, it seemed like a stupid effort, but then the unimaginable happened.

The Doctor divided himself into two. The man that sprouted from her husband was tall, had dark skin and short hair, the most beautiful smile.

"What?" Donna and Gallifrey murmured almost in unison.

"What?" The Toymaker winced.

"No way..." Fifteen pulled his other arm out and for a moment they shared their bottom half.

"You're me," Fourteen gasped.

"No, I'm me. I think I'm really really me," Fifteen smiled. "I'm completely me! Now don't just stand there, push!"

When the two Doctors separated, they ran into each other's arms and hugged like brothers.

"What is happening?" Gallifrey stared at them in disbelief.

"Bigeneration! I've bigenerated, Gal!" Fifteen took her in his arms and spun her around. "There's no such thing, it's supposed to be a myth, but look at me! What do you think, my beautiful?"

"I think you look gorgeous!" She admitted, placing her hand on his chest while his hands explored her as much as they could in front of such a big audience.

"Hey! That's my wife you're fondling!" Fourteen yelped.

"She's also my wife," Fifteen smirked before stealing a kiss.

"Aw my sweetheart is jealous!" Gallifrey took Fourteen's hand. "Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around."

"He comes in a range of colors then?" Donna chuckled.

"Right! Have you ever been black before?" Gallifrey asked.

"No, not that I remember... how exciting!" Fifteen grinned.

"If I can interrupt," the Toymaker called. "Behold the game of the Time Lords, a dummy who dies and doubles and dies and doubles... I could play this for a hundred years. I'd have vast meadows of Doctors dying over and over again and never get bored because-"

"I challenge you to a game!" Both Doctors said.

That was the trouble, there was still a game to be won to save the world. But with two against one it had to be easier, right?

Gallifrey could barely watch as the Doctors played catch against the Toymaker, the little ball flying from one hand to the other and always on the verge of falling. Until it did, it fell when the Toymaker couldn't catch it.

"As my prize I want you to be banished from existence," Fourteen asked before running into his wife's arms.

"You two are brilliant!" Gallifrey beamed with excitement. "But there's one thing you're forgetting, Fifteen also deserves a prize. And I think I know exactly what it could be."

She walked up to him and whispered in his ear to which he flashed her a smile.

"You, my love, are a genius!" Fifteen ran into the TARDIS and pulled a toy mallet from underneath one of the floorboards.

"What are you doing?" Fourteen asked as they all came out into the garage. "It's not a sexy prize, is it? I don't think I can deal..."

"What if the Toymaker's domain is still lingering? Just for a few seconds while we're in a state of play? Everybody stand back! Wish me luck."

"What for?"

"Heeeere's my prize..." Fifteen hit the side of the TARDIS with the mallet and another TARDIS appeared right beside the first.

"Oh dear," Fourteen breathed. "You know what that means, Gal?"

"What?" Gallifrey turned to him.

"There's someone who can do what I do," he smiled softly. "I can give you your paradise."

"Doctor! But- but you always said you'd go mad if you had to settle down."

"Ah you know how I am, I can always take the TARDIS for a little spin. We can visit anywhere you want, no more dangerous adventures. We can sit on that porch facing the beach and just be us. No more regeneration for a long long time."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life... I've spent so many years fighting all those battles and now I know what for. Let's go say goodbye."

Inside the new TARDIS it was pretty much like the old one, with the exception of a jukebox in the corner.

"Come here!" Fifteen hugged Fourteen, then Donna, then Gallifrey. "Look after him, you two... now if you don't mind there's a great big universe calling and I got to get going. So off you go, old man."

"You're the old man! You're older than me!" Fourteen gasped dramatically.

"Okay... kid. I love you, get out," he said before starting the controls.

"Let's go!" Gallifrey took her Doctor's hand and Donna's to get out before they got pulled into another crazy adventure.

When they left, the TARDIS was already whirring, preparing to take off.

"I don't suppose I've ever seen this before," the Doctor watched amazed.

"Where's he going?" Melanie asked.

"Everywhere," the Doctor murmured. "Now where are we going, Gal? California, Hawaii, Australia, the Caribbean?"

"I think I know the perfect place," Gallifrey smiled.

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Save the lonely girl (Reader x Tenth doctor)

Requested by: @october-leaves Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna

Summary: When a wish has been made, longing for an adventure, away from the stress of college, returns a long lost forgotten imaginary friend... who might not be so imaginary.

With your hands in your hair, sighed you loud. Stacks of books and papers scattered around your desk. It was a mess, a hard mess. Taking another deep breath, started you to lift up papers and books in search for your phone. You had lost it somewhere, lost and forgotten about it. You groaned a bit, not finding it immediately. �� “Where are you.” – mumbled you out, keeping your voice down. You knew it was already late as it was dark outside. The darkness of the sky peeking through your curtains that were slightly open.

You just wanted to know what time it was. It felt like that time of the night where you were alone. The only girl in the world. Finally hidden between some pages from your textbook found you it. Turning it on, got you blinded by the bright light for a moment. Quickly dimming the light, let you adjust your eyes to it. Your eyes widened at the sight of the time. – “2:30!” – panicked you, slowly bringing your hand to your mouth in shock. You had no idea it was already that late. You should be sleeping, but instead were you still studying like a learn-aholic.

Dropping your phone, pushed you, yourself away from your desk. Your joints felt sore from sitting for hours. Getting up, stretched you out. Moving your head, releasing the tension in your neck. Like a complete wreck, dropped you down on your bed. – “So much to do…” – murmured you, barely moving your lips. If you could just close your eyes. You did for a second but opened them again. They were irritated and closing them, irritated them more. Only other option was to stay awake till you fell asleep of your own.

Lifting your head up from the bedsheets, observed you, your desk. That hot mess of disaster. Looking like someone dropped all their books and papers on your desk. Simply letting them fall out of their hands. Groaning with some inner protest, got you up. The softness of your sheets saying goodbye. Pulling your chair back, sat you down again. – “Come on, Y/n.” – said you to yourself, giving yourself a soft tap. – “It will be all worth it in the end.” – for a moment believed you it. Your own words like some mental coach was drilling them in your head.

Then came the tears. The desperate tears of exhaustion and fatigue. – “I can’t do this anymore.” – cried you out, dropping your head onto your textbooks. Crushed underneath the weight of success. Having to do great to achieve your goals. Get those high scores in college. All couldn’t be for nothing. You just had to push through. It was only a matter of when you would falter. Collapse under the stress and fatigue of being a college student. Inhaling sharply, shot you, your head up. With one clean swipe over your face, wiped you all your tears away.

Shoving your chair better underneath your desk, sat you up straight. – “Come on, just a few more chapters… Sleep is for the death…” – as a mantra said you it out loud. Encouraging your body and mind to work with you instead of against you. Picking up your pencil, drew you a paper closer to you. You were about to sigh again as you stopped yourself in time. No time to complain, just do it. Popping the pencil between your lips, pulled you more papers to you, trying to make out their order. You organized a few of them to give your head a better view. After a half an hour or so, were you staring dreamingly out of the window.

Your hand resting against your jaw. The pencil now in your hand. Your thoughts took a detour from studying. Dreaming away of wonderful places. Adventures you wanted to have instead. Go to see Paris or travel to the great wall in China. All things you never will see from outside your bedroom window. Getting up, you went towards your window. You pulled your window open, letting a gush of wind inside. It felt cold, but made you feel alive. Sticking your head out, took you a deep breath. Inhaling some fresh air. Your eyes drifted down to your yard. The not so grand yard behind your house. With a smile, remembered you the silly made up adventures you had.

A princess on a quest. A spy with a mission. A doctor. A doctor? Blinking rapidly, were you suddenly reminded of your imaginary friend. A weird chap, a doctor you recalled. Smiling thought you back of those happy memories. Even when they weren’t real, they felt like heaven right now. Bringing your fingers closer to your palms, blinked you the tears in your eyes away. – “I just want to have some fun like when I was younger. To share those adventures with my imaginary friend.” – whispered you out into the night. Almost a wish from the heart. Laughing at your own silliness, wiped you, your nose with the back of your hand. Shaking yourself back to reality, pulled you back inside, shutting the window.

After hydrating yourself and nibbling on a snack you had laying for hours. A snack forgotten to eat hours ago. Returned you to your studies. Those subjects weren’t going to crawl into your head all by themselves. They needed a slight push and effort from you. Not some fifteen minutes later, heard you some weird noises. A buzzing that faded in and out. Almost like an annoying alarm. Lifting your head, radiated a light through your window crashing into your bedroom. Startled, got you up, your chair falling over from the haste.

Rushing to your window, pulled you the curtains aside. With shock in your eyes, saw you something blue faintly appear and disappear in your backyard. Your immediate thought were aliens. Panicking backed you away from the window. – “Perhaps it will go away.” – whispered you. The sounds didn’t go away, almost wheezing loud now. It must wake your parents up as well, right? When you went to check in the hallway, heard you nothing. Absolute silence. – “I’m going mad?” – panicked you, gripping for your head, your fingers tangled in your hair. Trembling on your knees worried you for your defenseless parents still sleeping. You had to take matters in your own hand.

Flopping on some slippers rushed you out of your room. The wheezing sound had stop as you hoped it perhaps had left. The last thing you wanted was a mental breakdown. – “It’s nothing.” – recited you to yourself. Slowly grabbing a tennis racket from your uncle in the process. He had left it here for ‘fun’. To ease those dull summer nights with a game of sports. He had forgotten them since last summer, forgotten to ask them back. – “Just some stress from studying.” – with that thought eased your muscles a bit. – “There is absolutely nothing outside.” – Standing before the door. The only thing separating you from whatever was outside.

Taking a deep breath, opened you the door. Armed and ready, jumped you outside, hoping to see nothing. – “Oh God!” – shrieked you out, your eyes wide with terror. Lowering the tennis racket a bit in your hand, approached you the funny object in your backyard. From up close saw you ‘police box’ written on it. – “Is it a phone box?” – mumbled you out, touching the framework carefully. – “How on earth did it got here?” – wanted you to know, letting your hand rub against it. A dark shadow made you gasp, gripping tightly onto the tennis racket. – “Show yourself!” – called you out shakingly. How much you hoped this wasn’t a robbery.

A man in a trench coat came around the corner, scratching his head rapidly. He looked around as if he hadn’t heard you. Searching for something. You staggered back, creating some distance between you and him. The man stood with his back towards you, looking up to the police box. He threw his hands up in confusion. When he turned around, was he startled by your presence. – “Oh! Hello!” – called he out, ready to take a step closer to you. – “Don’t come any closer!” – yelled you at him, trembling on your knees. The tennis racket ready to smack him if he got any closer. – “I’m armed!” – stated you, wiggling the tennis racket at him.

“With… with a tennis racket?” – replied he with a frown. – “Are you planning on playing tennis?” – he putted on a smile, removing one hand from his pocket. – “I happen to have played in Wimbledon a few times… yeah great times…” – he drifted away, lost in a distant memory. – “That yours?” – asked you, pointing with the tennis racket at the police box. – “Oh that!” – exclaimed he, a tat enthusiastic. He stepped back, touching it with his hand. – “That’s mine… My tardis.” – said he with a content smile.

“Well I need you and your police box to go!” - demanded you. The man narrowed his eyes, leaning a bit forwards to you. – “What… what are you doing?” – asked you confused and taken back. He came stepping closer to you. You inhaled short, afraid of what he might do. He kept coming closer as everything in your body screamed at you to stop him. Whack your tennis racket at his head and call for the police. Well there was an obvious police box in your yard so how convenient. Yet despite all the warnings, did you nothing. He lowered his head a bit to get a closer look at you.

It made you feel like being under a microscope. – “Is that you Y/n?” – questioned he. You gasped in shock. – “How… how do you know my name!” – wanted you to know, bringing the tennis racket closer to your chest for protection. – “It was you who called me right?” – He furrowed his brows brief, followed by a loud laugh. You watched as he paraded around in some kind of silly victory dance. – “How… how long has it been?” – breathed he out, slowing down. – “What are you talking about… I don’t know you.” – he nodded a bit offended, rubbing his finger over lip. – “It’s me Y/n, the doctor.” – explained he.

“No…” – said you softly, shaking your head. – “No… don’t mess with me.” – said you, suddenly remembering it. Your imaginary friend was a doctor as well. Or at least that was what he used to call himself all the time. Now that you observed him closely, looked he quite like him. Exactly like him when you first met him. You were six and a half. Always persistent people mentioned the half. You were six and a half, not simply six. You always said it to sound older and mature. Something he used to find funny at the time. – “He… he was made up!” – called you out in a panic.

The doctor took a careful step towards you. – “I wasn’t…I never was Y/n.” – exhaling surprised, needed you a moment to process it all. – “So…” – started you, pointing at him. Turning away were you lost in your words. – “You… you are not…” – continued you, looking briefly at him. He slowly nodded, tucking his hands in his pocket. – “But…” – your brain felt like glitching from the new revelation. – “Why are you here?” – wanted you to know. – “You called for me.” – said he with a smile. – “What do you mean… I never…” – it suddenly hit you. You wished to have adventures again, just like those you had with your imaginary friend.

“What are you!”

“I’m a time lord.”

“English please!”

The doctor took a soft breath. – “I can take you wherever you like, wherever you like. Past, present, future, anywhere you like Y/n.” – He walked back to his Tardis, touching it. – “I can bring you anywhere around the world even further and be back in time for teatime.” – his gaze adverted to you. – “What do you say Y/n. Will you go on an adventure with me?” – You gaped at his hand that he held out to you. With trembling knees and a foggy mind, stepped you forwards. – “Back before tea-time.” – repeated you, coming to a stop before him. – “Back before morning.” – answered with a wink.

Trusting him, slipped you, your hand in his. He closed his fingers over your hand, opening the door to the Tardis. In wonder gaped you at the interior. – “Its…its…” – started you, stepping inside. – “Bigger on the inside.” – said you, the doctor mouthing your words as he had a clue of what you were going to say. – “Yes, bigger on the inside, yippie!” – joked he out, closing the door behind him. You followed him towards the middle where a circular panel was formed around a large tube that stretched up till the ceiling. He quirked his eyebrow up at the thing still in your hand.

“You planning on playing tennis somewhere?” – asked he. – “Oh, sorry.” – chuckled you out, placing the tennis racket aside. – “So where do we go?” – you came standing beside him, watching him. – “Anywhere you like.” – reminded he you. Lowering your head, you had no idea. – “How can one person choose? What if what I choose is not good enough? What if it ends up being a total bore and…” – you started stressing about it, making the doctor rush to your aid. – “Hey! Y/n, we have all the time in the world.

I’ll make sure it won’t be a bore.” – you exhaled deep, giving his arm a soft squeeze. – “Then you can choose for me, doctor.” – the doctor blinked confused. – “You can go anywhere you like, and you are making me choose?” – he rephrased your words to be sure he heard it right. You hummed loud with a nod. – “I trust you. I’ve trusted you when I was little, and I do now.” – you got on the tips of your toes to reach his cheek, leaving a gentle kiss on it. – “I want to not choose for once…got my head full already with choices.” – the doctor slowly smiled. – “Well then! Off we go!”

You stepped out of the Tardis, taking in the sweet air. Your feet sank away in the pure white sand when you stepped out. Endless white sand spread before you. The doctor walked out after you, leaning against the door. He watched you take off your shoes with a giddy smile. You started to run, leaving footprints behind in the clean sand. – “Just don’t get into the water!” – yelled he out after you. You called it out, happily. – “Y/n!” – called he out, wondering if you had heard him. Running after you, wanted he to prevent you from going into the waters. It might look like a place on earth, but you were for a fact on a foreign planet.

You saw the water, thinking this was just a beach. Already making your way over to it, panicked the doctor. – “Y/n!” – shouted he loud, rushing to you. The water was in reach till you suddenly got picked up. You screamed it out when the doctor had his hands under your armpits lifting you up. Your bare feet dangling in the air, moved he you away from the water. – “Don’t go in there, Y/n.” – breathed he out. You frowned, wanting an explanation. – “Dangerous water. It has a biting acid in it, so if you want to keep those pretty feet of yours, I suggest you keep them out of the water.” – you slowly nodded, moving your feet closer to each other.

“Can… can I sit on that rock?” – questioned you, pointing at the large boulder behind you. The doctor nodded as you were already making your way over to it. With some climbing managed you to get on top of it. The doctor came sitting beside you. – “Why did you choose this place?” – wondered you, looking over at the horizon. – “You’ll see.” – replied he with a giddy smile. You nodded, patiently waiting. Your gaze fixed on the horizon as you didn’t want to miss whatever the doctor brought you here for.

The doctor turned his head towards you, staring at you for a moment. It sure has been a long time since he saw you. You were just six and a half. He remembered to always add the half, or you would get grumpy. It made him smile to see you cross your arms whenever he misspoke. That grumpy glare that he secretly found cute. Seeing you now, were you very different from that little girl he once knew. Hardly changed. Well of course you’ve changed. You are much older now. He realized that now. There hung this aura around you. Something mystic and mature.

You gasped touching his arm while pointing forwards. – “Doctor!” – called you out in wonder. He smiled; glad you hadn’t changed much. A sun or something that passed for a sun set. A sunset. Instead of the familiar colors it had. Deep orange and yellow was the sunset another color. Blue with tints of green. It reminded you of the northern lights. In wonder gazed you at it, taking every bit of it in your memory. For a moment forgot you about your exams, your studies, the stress. You forgot about them for a moment, and it felt good. Smiling let you, your head rest against his shoulder.

“Thank you doctor.” – whispered you. – “You truly saved me.” – Rubbing your head a bit against his shoulder. The doctor inhaled deep, gazing at the colorful sky for himself. – “I’ll always save you…” – whispered he back. The world fell quiet for a moment. The doctor hadn’t heard you say anything for a while. He looked down, seeing that you had fallen asleep. He allowed you to sleep a little longer on his shoulder. After a while when the sky had turned a dark black, carried he you back to the Tardis. It took him just a moment to back in your yard. He brought you inside, laying you in your bed. Since he didn’t want you to forget about this, wrote he a note. Signed from your imaginary friend, the doctor.

In the Tardis, took he a deep breath. Left alone with silence again. The Tardis was moving through time and space when he suddenly noticed the tennis racket. He laughed loud, picking it up gently. He admired it for a moment, placing it a better spot. A spot where he could daily look upon it. A reminder of you till the next time he visited you. That was a promise he made himself. The girl he was always going to save.

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The Ring

tenth doctor x f!reader

Summary: In which the only way for you and the Doctor to get out of this one is a fake marriage. But how fake is it really?

You keeled over, your breath coming out in short pants. You weren't as good at this running thing as the Doctor was.

Sensing you weren’t behind him, the Doctor turned to check on you. You threw your thumb up, signaling that you were okay. You didn’t like the Doctor worrying about you.

“I’m sure we’ve lost them for now,” he assured, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. It was a nervous tick that he had.

“What are we going to do?” You asked once you had caught your breath. You allowed your legs to fold underneath you, sitting in the grass. The Doctor crouched down next to you.

It was supposed to be a nice vacation, a break from the hustle and bustle of time traveling. You had explicitly asked for a relaxing trip, one where you didn’t have to save the world or run for your life. You should have known that was never how it was with the Doctor.

Everything was fine at first. The alien town the Doctor had selected for your trip was throwing an elaborate festival. You were more than happy to partake in the dancing and sample the foreign foods. What you failed to notice was the ritual behind the festival. The village selected an unmarried woman each year to sacrifice to their gods. In retrospect, it wasn’t the weirdest ritual you had encountered over the years. What made it so uncomfortable was the fact they had selected you.

“I would rather not be a blood sacrifice,” you admitted, pushing your wayward hair out of your face.

“I won’t let that happen,” The Doctor said seriously, taking your hand gently. He had the duty of care, something that he didn’t take lightly.

“I’m not sure how much good we are against a whole village of bloodthirsty aliens,” you laughed, burying your head in your hands. You should have been scared, upset even. Instead, you found the whole thing funny. You supposed that was a side effect of traveling with the Doctor. Everything could always be worse, and everything in front of you could always be funny. You just had to frame it the right way.

“I have an idea,” the Doctor murmured. You looked up at him, confused. He only whispered things when he knew you wouldn’t like them.

“They only want to sacrifice you because you’re unmarried,” he stated. You stared at him, unsure of the point he was trying to make.

He groaned, running a hand down his face in frustration.

“I’m gonna need you to spell this one out for me,” you laughed lightly.

The Doctor swallowed anxiously, his Adam’s apple bobbing aggressively. “We could get married,” he said matter-of-factly, with the same tone he used to ask if you wanted tea or coffee in the morning.

“What?” you asked, wide-eyed. The Doctor swallowed again, his eyes diverting from yours.

You loved the Doctor, in every sense of the word. He was your home, your comfort. He was everything and more to you. But he only loved you as a friend, and you were more than willing to accept that love. It was better to love him like this than not at all.

“They can’t sacrifice you if we get married.”

“No, I got that part,” you rushed out, waving your hands about anxiously.

“You,” you sighed, pausing before continuing, “marry me?”

“To save your life, yes,” the Doctor said like it was the simplest thing in the world. He would walk to the ends of the universe for you. He had.

“Can we do that?” you laughed, squeezing your eyes shut. The whole thing felt too good to be true.

“I can’t think of anyone else I would rather fake-marry,” he smiled, taking your hands in his again.

You grinned, the smile taking over your whole face. The Doctor loved it when you smiled like that. He loved it even more when he made you smile like that.

“Let’s get fake married!” you laughed, jumping up from the grass. The Doctor nodded in agreement, standing up next to you.

“How exactly…” you trailed off. “Are we going to get fake married?” The Doctor had a habit of making plans without a way to execute them.

It wasn’t like you could just walk into the village church and get married. You certainly couldn’t go back to the TARDIS, or that would have been the plan before suggesting a falsified marriage.

“There was a little cottage on the outskirts of town, we can hope that there’s an inhabitant there who can serve as a witness?” He suggested.

You couldn’t come up with a better idea so you agreed, following the Doctor as he walked off into the distance.

You tried not to read too much into the whole marriage thing. The Doctor was doing it to save your life, nothing more. Still, the mere idea of it left your skin tingling and your heart racing.

You were so lost in thought you hardly noticed the cottage creeping up on you until you were standing on the front steps.

The Doctor rapped his knuckles against the wood softly before stepping back. You waited in silence for a few moments. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears. What if this didn’t work?

The door flung open, revealing an old woman.

“What do you want?” She barked, clearly disturbed by the visit.

The Doctor cleared his throat, searching for his words. You frowned, he usually didn’t have any trouble talking to strangers.

“This is a bit of a strange request,” he laughed lightly, his hand drifting towards the back of his neck subconsciously.

“Spit it out, young man.”

You bit back a giggle. The Doctor was far from young, even if this face was youthful.

“We need a witness for our wedding,” he rushed, his words coming out in hurried clusters.

The woman remained silent for a moment, her eyes darting between the two of you. You could see hundreds of questions forming in her mind before she shook them away.

“I don’t want to know,” she murmured as she opened the door.

You exchanged a look of relief with the Time Lord before following her inside.

She bustled about her cottage, sorting things out while the two of you fiddled anxiously in the corner.

“Well, let's get on with it,” she finally sighed.

The Doctor nodded timidly, holding out his hand for you to take. You slipped your hand into his, your fingers interlocking instantaneously. You had held hands hundreds of times, yet it felt different.

With his other hand, the Doctor rifled about in the pockets of his coat. You frowned, wondering what could possibly be in there. Did he really need a jammy dodger from the depths of his pocket right now? Finally, his hand slipped out of the pocket holding two silver rings.

“Why, on Earth, are you carrying around wedding bands?” you laughed. He only shrugged, handing the simple rings over to the old woman. She examined the objects in her hand wistfully, turning them over in her hand.

“I can’t say I’m a professional at this,” she warned. It didn’t really matter to either of you.

The Doctor took your other hand in his, standing face-to-face with you. You laughed at the domesticity of it.

“Do you,” the woman paused, looking at the Doctor.

“John Smith,” The Doctor smiled. You shook your head at his fake name. You had told him hundreds of times that he should change it. No one was really named John Smith, that's the kind of name you only ever found in books.

“Alright,” the woman said, not even blinking. “Do you, John Smith, take this woman to love and hold blah, blah, blah?” She finished, looking back to the Doctor. He wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes were glued to you, studying every single aspect of your face. He never wanted to forget this moment. From your end of things, you were left with a sickly feeling that you had food on your face.

“I do,” He smiled brightly.

“And you?” she turned to you, repeating the process.

“Absolutely,” you grinned.

The woman handed you each a ring, which you placed on the other’s hand. You noted the slight shake in the Doctor’s hands as he slipped the silver band onto your finger.

You had always wanted to get married. Sure, you never imagined it like this. Standing in some random cottage in a pair of worn-out jeans exchanging wedding bands in order to save your life was never your plan. Even still, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“You may kiss the bride,” The old woman chided, looking at you two disapprovingly. You were so busy looking into the Doctor’s eyes that you completely forgot about the whole kissing part of getting married.

A scarlet flush overtook your face, but the Doctor pretended not to notice. Instead, he cupped your face in his hands gently, angling it upwards towards his. Slowly, he dipped his way down until his lips were inches away from yours.

You could feel his breath on your mouth, you noted each and every twitch of his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as he eliminated the gap, his mouth crashing into yours.

He very well could have given you a chaste kiss, the kind you give your gran on Christmas Eve. Instead, he kissed you like his life depended on it. Like he had been thinking about kissing you for eons.

His mouth fit against yours perfectly. There was no other way to describe it.

He pulled away slowly, leaving you stunned and breathless. Your eyes remained closed for a moment, taking it all in. When they finally opened, you saw him. Your Doctor. The impossible, magnificent, loving creature in front of you. It was foolish to claim that such a being was yours alone, but you couldn’t see it any other way.

“Congratulations,” the old woman smiled, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you,” you smiled meekly, pushing your hair out of your face.

You didn’t keep the ring on long. A few days after your wedding it came off with the rest of your jewelry before bed. You just never put it back on. It was a fake wedding after all.

That didn’t mean that you threw it away though. Quite the opposite. The ring sat on your bedside table, occasionally glimmering in the light.

Sometimes, you would run your fingers over it before bed. You relished the idea of it all. The memory of his hands holding yours, the feeling of his lips on yours. It haunted you.

The Doctor, however, never took it off. Not after the wedding. Not before bed. Not when he fiddled with the wires under the TARDIS console.

You noticed this one evening, the dimmed lights of the control room catching on the polished metal.

“Why do you still wear that?” you asked, gesturing to the Doctor’s left hand. His eyes traveled to the band on his finger that he had been idly spinning.

“It’s my wedding band,” he shrugged as if it was as simple as that.

“I’m not sure you can call it that,” you laughed, “I’m not even sure our wedding was legal.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he frowned, still looking at the ring.

“I can take it off if it bothers you,” he suggested. He didn’t want to take it off, not ever. But if you wanted him to, he would.

“It doesn’t,” you whispered, staring at the space where your own ring used to be. The feeling of his lips came back to you, and you had to push it to the side.

“Did it mean nothing to you?” He asked, his voice hardly above a whisper. If you hadn’t been listening you might have missed it.

“Not at all,” you said, refusing to meet his eyes.

“You don’t wear yours,” he commented, taking your left hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, not trusting yourself to meet his eye.

“You married me to save my life,” you stated.

“And?”

“It was a fake marriage.”

“Not to me,” he whispered, running his thumb over the back of your hand. Your eyes drifted up to his face. He was looking at your hand with a pained expression. For the first time, it occurred to you that perhaps the absence of your ring was upsetting to him. For so long, you had assumed that he just wanted to forget the whole thing.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I always wanted you to be my wife.”

You didn’t know what to say. For a minute, you hardly believed the words coming from his mouth.

“I always wanted you to be my husband,” you whispered, leaning in towards him. You paused, your breath bouncing off of his lips. It reminded you of your first kiss, the familiarity of it shocking.

You learned in and kissed him gently, a tender kiss to test the waters. You pulled away, unsure if this was what he wanted. The Doctor gripped your face, crashing his lips against yours in a much more urgent matter. You smiled against his mouth, melting into the kiss.

“My wife,” he chuckled between the kisses he planted all over your face.

“My husband.”

#10th doctor x reader #10th doctor/reader #tenth doctor/reader #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor #10th doctor #doctor who #fanfic #fanfiction #doctor who fanfiction #david tennant #fake marriage

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once-ina-blue-moon · 3 months

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he fell asleep under the tardis console again 🙄

#blue does art #doctor who #tenth doctor #10th doctor #donna noble #dw donna #doctor who season 4 #tendonna #just started s4 & tendonna has become my everything #well. tensimm is also my everything but he’s dead so.#trying to work on a tensimm s4 fanfic as I watch s4 but it will probably never see the light of day unfortunately #but I love psychoanalyzing the master. he’s such an interesting little critter #probably will draw him soon

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lestatslestits · 2 months

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I’m normal and can be trusted with the wellbeing of characters played by David Tennant

#david tennant #alec hardy #anthony j crowley #tenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #fandom whump #fanfic #fanfiction #fanart

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witchofthemidlands · 1 year

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DOCTOR WHO

i was today years old, at half past two in the morning, when i learned of the existence of this deleted scene from the start of the christmas invasion in which rose did, in fact, actually ask about what happened to jack.

#i now want to fight my favourite doctor #i will never emotionally recover from this #SHE DID ASK ABOUT HIM #the way i am going to have her smack him for this in my current fanfic #been nearly two decades and i still hate what he did #rose tyler #tenth doctor #captain jack harkness #doctor who #billie piper #david tennant #john barrowman #dwedit #dailydw #dwgifs #rtdedit #doctorwhoedit #whoniverse

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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Hear My Words

Doctor Who : Fic

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2352

Warnings: I’ve had to rewatch Doctor Who to get back into writing for the characters and... of course I’m swooning left and right. I need to watch everything David Tennant now 🤦‍♀️

Request: “Hi! I wanted to request a fluff hurt/comfort John smith/10th doctor? Like the reader has a crush on the doctor, and during the events of Human Nature, they get really sad seeing John fall in love with Joan, but when he’s the doctor again, he tells the reader it’s always been them? Thank you and hope you’re doing good!” Anon

A/N: Using the chameleon arch meant putting you in charge of John Smith, but it also meant the Doctor was free to fall in love much to your dismay

The tardis was quaking beneath their feet, parts exploding in showers of sparks. Fireworks of brilliant gold and fiery orange cascading until burning out against the grated floor. The erratic flying sent the Doctor and (Y/N) tumbling against the railing.

“Did they see your face?” the Doctor yelled over the steaming console.

“No, I don’t think so,” (Y/N) said frantically, “Doctor, what are we going to do?”

He paused his searching to look at her. Between the smoke and the sparks, she looked frightened – really properly scared. And it broke his hearts. He wanted to take her by the hand and whisper sweet words of endearment and comfort. He wanted to let her know that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

His fingers itched to reach for her. His legs begged to run for her. His hearts pleaded to embrace her.

But he couldn’t. Not when he’d played the façade so well.

She had no idea that he was completely smitten by her.

“We’re going to have to disappear,” he finally breathed. Yes – disappear. If he could conceal them from the hunting party then no harm would befall her.

“Alright,” she said shakily, though relief painted her tone. There was always relief when the Doctor had a plan. “How are we going to do that?”

His hands clenched, “I’ve got to stop being a Time Lord.” His eyes flickered up and down her frame before pouncing to the console. He frantically continued his search for an object.

“I’m sorry, what?” (Y/N) cried, “How is that possible?” Her heart was in her throat, “Doctor, you’re frightening me.”

He clutched at a silver fob watch, running for her. “I’m going to rewrite my biology. Can’t do the same to you, I’m afraid. You’ll have to improvise.” He tossed the watch into the air, catching it to gain her attention. “Rewriting means my memories too. You’ll have to be in charge.”

“I don’t understand.”

He cursed himself – urged himself to speak slower. “I have to completely conceal myself. To do that I’ll have to become something else. I’ll have to become human. And I’ll need you to look after me.”

His arms felt warm and heavy as he kept them from holding her. In times of panic, when the adrenaline was high, it was always harder to keep his wants under control.

“I don’t…”

“I need you to take care, (Y/N). Can you ensure that I don’t open this watch until the most dire of circumstances? Can you make sure that I believe myself human until we can escape?”

Her eyes were beginning to water at the sight of his begging.

“Doctor…” she breathed, “I…”

~~~

John shot up in bed, gripping his blankets and chasing the last images of the dream. Of the angelic look on the girl’s face.

He rubbed at his eyes, “Gracious…” he sighed. “I’m getting that one more often than I like.” Of the catalogue of dreams that plagued him at night, the one about the kitchen maid became more and more frequent.

And it always left him with a race in his chest.

He would spend the morning teaching his classes and reading his books and seeking a glance of Nurse Redfern. But by the end of the day he sought a glimpse of the kitchen maid, (Y/N). He yearned for a bit of conversation with her – a much needed reprieve on his ever consumed mind.

His head always felt stuffed, as if a dense volume of water filled his cranium to the brim until the pressure was too much. It somehow felt lighter after an evening with Miss. (Y/N).

He found his wandering footsteps descending the stairs to the kitchens, running into a few flustered maids.

“Sorry, sir.”

“Pardon me, sir – are you lost?”

He’d wave them off, “No, I assure you I know where I’m going. Good evening.” The stone corridors became second nature as he found the staff room beside the bustling kitchen preparing dinner.

“Ah, excuse me,” he’d gesture to a lady’s maid, “Where might I find… oh, there she is, never mind.” And the sight of (Y/N) made his heart tug in a way that felt overwhelming, as if it tried to consume his entire chest.

“Sir,” she muttered, sounding surprised even if her eyes spoke otherwise. John always found his way downstairs at the end of the day, “Do you wish to have your dinner in your quarters? I could bring it up personally.”

“Lovely idea,” he said, “But I would rather enjoy a meal here with you, if you were agreeable.”

She urged the warmth from her cheeks, “That’s rather improper, sir.”

He shrugged, “I’ve found my quarters rather suffocating as of late.”

“Very well, sir,” she curtseyed, “You can find yourself comfortable in the staffing quarters and I’ll be there momentarily with supper.”

(Y/N) scurried to the kitchens with a squirming stomach, always worried that the reason John sought her out was because he finally remembered who he was – that he was becoming himself again. But as always he just took comfort in her familiarity.

There was something about her, he would say, that would put him at ease. As if they were companions in another life.

But she knew their coming conversation would be of dreams and fantastical stories and the possible future with other staff members. Inevitably they would dwell on the topic of Nurse Redfern.

And it would hurt her to encourage him to speak with the nurse, to befriend her and see what would grow.

“Here you are, sir,” she said, placing a delectable dish in front of him. She personally chose his favorites from the serving platters about to be sent up. “Will there be anything else?”

He snapped his head towards her, “Surely you’ll stay. Please, sit beside me.”

She held back a retort, already hearing the gossip jumping between her coworkers. “If it please you, sir.”

“It always has, (Y/N). I want to speak with you about an interesting dream I had last night.”

She nodded, retrieving her meager servants stew and sitting beside him. “I figured as much.”

“What do you mean?” He was amused.

“Just that you normally come knocking when you’ve had a funny dream or some peculiar thought.”

“Well, you’re right.” He forked around his supper, “I dreamt that we were on another one of those adventures.”

(Y/N) kept her eyes down, pondering her stew. She wondered what memory was forcing its way to the surface of his mind.

“You were so terribly frightened about something chasing us,” he chuckled, “And I told you I had to become a human to hide us.”

She stilled for all but a moment, containing the inflection in her voice, “I hadn’t realized you weren’t human in these adventures.”

“Neither had I,” he laughed, eyeing her simple supper. “Would you care for a bit of mine?” He gestured to the seasoned chicken and roasted vegetables and rich sauce.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but chortle, “Sir, there are rules between kitchen maids and professors.”

“Rules about a bit of chicken?”

She gave him a look, “Are you like this with any of the other staff? Do you blur the lines with them too?”

He cleared his throat, using a teacup saucer to give her a portion of his meal, “You cooked it, you should be able to eat it too.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, “But that didn’t answer my question.”

John swallowed a mouthful, “Has she asked about me at all?”

(Y/N) burned her tongue on the stew. She knew he was going to say Nurse Redfern, but it didn’t make hearing it any better.

“Once or twice.”

“And?” he pressed, abandoning his knife and fork.

She shrugged, “Joan’s always been cautious of her feelings. She keeps asking if you talk about her at all. I suppose because she wants to know if you’re interested before she makes a move.”

“And what have you told her?” he asked, leaning forward, wide eyed at her words.

“That she should go with her instincts,” (Y/N) said quietly, “That she should stop doubting herself.”

John positively beamed, “Oh, now that’s brilliant.” He fell back in his chair, grinning, “Well done with the spy work.”

(Y/N) felt her stomach squirm again, pushing her food around. She couldn’t help but feel special that John sought her out for company – hopeful that it was because his human self took an interest in her unlike the Time Lord version. But he still couldn’t fathom a future with her, fake life or not.

It made her queasy.

“Are you alright?” he asked, digging into his food once more.

“Fine,” she said warily, “Just fine.”

~~~

It was later in the evening, an hour past the usual time for dinner, and (Y/N) was ascending the staircase towards the professor quarters.

There was a request from John Smith: a bowl of soup and crackers. There was a report of an upset stomach and slight fever, meaning he would take supper in his room.

He asked that she deliver it personally and it was almost hilarious when she told the lady’s maid that the assistant cook was to leave the kitchens.

It was foreign walking the halls of the school, but she felt a thrill of excitement at seeing John again. As always she couldn’t help but hope he wanted to see her because he finally realized he liked her.

And as always she was disappointed beyond belief.

She knocked on his door and nudged it open with her hip, tray of soup in hand. She was able to catch the last second of Nurse Redfern kissing John’s forehead.

Of course Joan was there. John was sick.

“Oh, goodness,” Joan gasped, “The kitchen maid.”

“(Y/N),” John said warmly, flushed at having been caught in an intimate moment. “You’ve brought my supper.”

(Y/N) bowed her head, refusing to look at him, and she hurried to place the tray on his side table. She could see Joan holding her stethoscope tersely from the corner of her eye.

In a small voice (Y/N) asked, “Might I inquire after the patient?”

“He’ll be alright,” Joan replied, “Just a tinge of the flu.”

John smiled, “I’ll be right as rain in the morning.” He spotted the way she refused to look at him. “Thank you, for answering my call.”

“Always,” she said instantly. “I’ll always answer.”

She stood there rather awkwardly for another minute, Joan clearing her throat to excuse the silence.

“That’ll be all,” the nurse said.

(Y/N) curtseyed, scrambling to get out, “Of course, sorry. If there’s anything else…”

“Thank you,” John said again, his voice quieter.

She didn’t dare look at him to see if his face matched the sweet sound of the thank you. She instead ran to the nearest stairwell and found refuge in the staff quarters.

She felt the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver in her pocket, a little reminder of the mission at hand. A small part of her chest began to hurt as she clutched the short piece of metal. It grounded her with thoughts of distant planets and endangered people. Of quick breaths stuck between a tight space.

It was easy to fend off her affections when the Doctor was too busy to look on anyone else. But with the steady pace of a human life, he was falling for another. And that realization pained her like nothing else.

She could only wish the three months went by quickly.

~~~

The Doctor stood outside the tardis, framed by the grey hills of 1913 England. The wind was whipping his coat about, sending his hair into a frenzy.

It was so him, it was making her sigh with relief.

“Hello there,” (Y/N) said, climbing the hill, “Feeling more like yourself?”

“Yes, well…” he shook one of his legs, “The right foot still feels a bit like John Smith. But the rest of me is one hundred percent the Doctor.”

(Y/N) laughed, looking at him fondly, “You sound like yourself again.”

He returned the soft look, “Thank you – for taking care of me.”

She cleared her throat, “You’re welcome.” But there was another unspoken question on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t want to sound too curious but she whispered, “How was Joan?”

“Fine,” he answered immediately, “She’ll be alright.”

“Right,” (Y/N) said, “I’m sure it couldn’t have been easy to… to say goodbye. You were so fond of each other.”

“John was,” the Doctor said, “And he is a part of me. So by proxy I suppose I am somewhat fond of her.”

(Y/N) nodded to herself, taking a step towards the tardis door, but the Doctor blocked her way.

“But a life with her isn’t possible,” he said softly. “It’s not a life I want.” He so desperately wanted her to look up at him. The way she avoided his gaze was sending that familiar ache through his chest.

He hadn’t realized that his human self would pursue another woman. He could imagine how difficult that must’ve been for her to witness – encourage even.

“That was a fake life, (Y/N),” he urged her to hear his words, “The life I have now, with you, is what I want.”

She tilted her head up towards him. “That’s kind of you to say, Doctor, but you don’t have…”

“No, you’re not hearing me,” he said, taking her hand. “I love my life because of you. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You are who I’m fond of. You are who I trust. It’s always been you, (Y/N). Long before this adventure.”

She still had disbelief in her eyes but a smile was growing on her face, “Really?”

He laughed, “Quite a pair, aren’t we?”

“I adore it,” she laughed along, “All of it.” She clutched at his hand, “I love you too.”

“Now,” he kissed her knuckles, “I don’t believe I said love.”

“Yeah you did,” she mused, leaning into him, craning her neck to reach.

He eyed her lips, speaking in that quick, eccentric way, “Yeah, well… let me say it with less words then.” And he kissed her against the tardis.

~~~

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Tenth Doctor x Reader; Eleventh Doctor x Reader; 14th Doctor x Reader (David Tennant Version)

Prompt: inspired by the song Snap by Rosa Linn. The Reader deals with the aftermath of being the Doctor’s companion and unrequited love. Also, with the announcement of David Tennant’s return, I had to include his “14th” Doctor in this as well!

Word Count: 5490

Warnings: brief mention of depression (nothing in detail)

Note: [Y/N] = Your Name; [D/N] = Dog’s Name. I apologize in advance about the Dalek section as I am not overly familiar with their history and am basing them/their lore off of the couple of episodes I’ve watched.

It's 4 AM

I can't turn my head off

Wishin' these memories would fade

They never do

I rolled over in bed, restless, unable to sleep. Visions of space, a smiling man, and a blue police box swirled in my head. It felt like a dream, one that was just out of reach, and yet so raw and real at the same time. It had been six months to the day that the Doctor, a time travelling alien from Galifrey, had left. Six months since he decided I’d never see him again. Six months.

The darkness outside reminded me of my own smallness in the universe. As a human, I was one of the most delicate species across the cosmos – and yet the Doctor somehow made me feel bigger than life. When I was with him, I was whole. We’d traveled all over the universe – from dangerous planets to places more beautiful than I could describe. The Tardis became my home. The Doctor became my life.

Flashback

“[Y/N]! Come this way,” the Doctor’s chipper voice rose over the crowd of people around us. I looked up from the tapestry I was admiring and locked eyes with the Doctor. He sported his brown trench coat and modern looking suit, standing out like a sore thumb amongst the busy medieval market. I smiled and made my way to him. He took my hand, the warmth spreading from my fingers right to my heart.

“I’d like to show you something,” he said, gently leading me through the throng of shoppers.

“Is it a famous historical figure?” I asked, jokingly.

“We already met one of those today! I can’t go around having you meet every important figure and confusing the history books,” the Doctor chuckled, looking over at me.

“Honestly, at this point I think we’ve done enough time travel to confuse every history book in the world,” I responded, only half-kidding.

The Doctor shrugged, laughing. His eyes crinkled and I smiled up at him fondly. How I loved him.

“Anyway, [Y/N], I wanted to show you this,” the Doctor helped me climb up a small embankment and pulled me to his side. I was so close to him I could hear his twin hearts beating in tandem.

“Oh my – Doctor this is beautiful!”

Before me was a huge field of wildflowers, surrounding the giant castle overlooking the kingdom. Flowers long gone in my day stood bright and tall in the morning sun. Pink, yellow, and blue hues rippled across the fields as the breeze blew so slightly. The castle, a massive and elegant building, stood solemnly in the distance. It was like a fairytale.

“Isn’t it just lovely?” the Doctor said.

“It looks like a storybook come to life!” I exclaimed. Though I had seen many incredible sights with the Doctor – from other planets to history-changing events, little things like this always made me pause in awe and admiration. The Doctor figured this out and now, every place or time we stopped in, he made a point of pausing with me to admire these views with me.

“A storybook with a beautiful princess,” said the Doctor, giving my shoulder a small squeeze. I blushed, looking away and trying to calm the nerves in my chest. I had to remind myself that no, he was not a human man, but an alien who was extremely old – romance was forbidden. Even then, I couldn’t stop the thundering in my chest.

End Flashback

Turns out people lied

They said, "Just snap your fingers"

As if it was really that easy for me to get over you

I just need time

Click. Click. Click.

I sat, absentmindedly typing away on my laptop. It was quiet in my office today. Most people were working from home, which left me with plenty of in-office tea. Though I enjoyed working at home too, that sometimes seemed to make my mind wander far too much, so I volunteered to come in more often than my colleagues. The job itself was fairly easy – a simple data entry job that consisted of me filling out spreadsheets and attending a meeting here and there.

Mundane.

Boring.

Normal.

I stopped typing for a moment, staring off into the distance. It had been a year since I’d seen the Doctor. My wonderful, incredible Doctor. It’s funny – even though I knew it was a year for me, for the Doctor, he could jump into any part of my life and it would seem like just a second. Time was so confusing now. Was a year really so long?

I went back to typing, hardly noticing what I was doing. I had gotten this job a couple months ago after my parents begged me to try to do something with my life. After the Doctor had dropped me off, I spiraled into a depression. I felt nothing and everything at the same time. It was paralyzing. I wallowed for months, unsure of how to continue. I’d just been traveling through space and time, for goodness’ sake! However, as life began to move on without me, I realized that I couldn’t sit in my flat all day with nothing to show for it. My friends carefully pulled me back out into the wider world again, treating me gently and acting like I’d just experienced the worst break up of my life. In fact, they had met the Doctor a few times. To allay suspicion, he introduced himself as my boyfriend (though that made my heart race just thinking about it) and now that he was no longer coming around, they assumed (rightly so) that we’d broken up. Pretty accurate, I suppose.

“You’ll be able to get over this hump,” said one of my friends on a particularly difficult night for me. “Life is full of mysteries and heartbreak, but I know you - you’re strong. And you have us.”

I was forever grateful to my friends for sticking by my side. It must have been odd – the Doctor had dropped me off during a time that was just a couple of months after he’d shown up in my life, so my friends probably thought I had fallen in too deep with a guy I’d known for a short time, even though to me, I’d known him for years. I smiled wryly. What a mess this was.

“Hey [Y/N]! Did you want to join us after work today for dinner?” one of my coworkers called from across the office, pulling me out of my reverie. “Boss said she’d pay!”

I thought about it for a moment. It had been months since I’d gone out, much less socialized with a large group of people. I suppose I was feeling brave today. I smiled at him. “Sure, why not.”

Trying to re-learn how to live a ‘normal’ human life was hard, but I was trying. Though I missed the Doctor more than life, I knew that my time as his companion was over. One step at a time.

Snapping one, two

Where are you?

You're still in my heart

Flashback

“You look incredible, [Y/N]! I think you’ll definitely fit in,” the Doctor said, nodding in approval. I looked down at the huge, puffy dress, wondering if the Doctor needed his eyes checked. A large, powdered wig perched atop my head like some massive vulture. The Tardis hummed in approval, and I felt even more ridiculous. If the Tardis approved, then I knew I looked positively ludicrous.

“Doctor, I know that this period of time involved this type of – fashion, but you don’t need to lie to me,” I grumbled, trying to keep the wig from toppling to the ground. “You can just tell me I look like an overstuffed cupcake.”

The Doctor laughed. “You’re too much! I’m being serious – I think you look perfect.”

I rolled my eyes. “While I appreciate you, I also refuse to believe you.”

The Doctor chuckled and walked over to me, poking my nose and smiling. “You always look perfect, sweetheart.”

“Stop buttering me up and let’s get a move on,” I said, crossly.

“As you wish,” he said, bowing and holding out his hand as we started towards the Tardis’s exit.

I took his hand, trying to balance the wig and giant dress, while also attempting to be graceful. We managed to get outside – the Tardis had parked in an alleyway in 18th century Paris. I saw ladies in very similar attire as me walking about in the main road, their giant wigs seemingly glued to their heads. I envied how smoothly they walked across the cobblestone streets.

“See, [Y/N]? You look like a French elite,” said the Doctor. “Told you that you look perfect.”

“Well they look lovely, but I – whoa!”

The heel of my shoe caught on a loose area of the cobblestone alley and I went tumbling. The wig, dress, and the many layers of undergarments went flying. The Doctor, caught off guard, came tumbling down next to me. We both hit the ground with a resounding oof.

Panting, I laid there a moment. The wind had been knocked out of me.

“D-Doctor are you o-okay?” I gasped.

I heard some grumbling and movement next to me. “Don’t worry, I’m good, it’s all okay,” he grunted. “I think your dress broke most of my fall, in fact.”

“Oh so now I’m just a pillow for when you fall over?”

“A very nice pillow, yes.”

I laughed, though it came out more as a pained grunt. Pretty sure I landed on my tailbone – that would be sore for a couple days for sure.

“Can you help your pillow up, please? I think I’ll change – era accurate fashion be damned for this trip,” I mumbled.

The Doctor jumped lightly to his feet. Surprising considering how far he’d fallen just moments ago. He held his hand out to me.

“Come on there, let’s get you changed up and then we can explore,” he said cheerily. “And I promise to never make you wear anything quite so… cupcake-like again.” He winked and I groaned.

“You never cease to amaze me,” I said, grabbing his hand and getting on my feet. The wig lay forgotten on the cobblestone street. “It’s like you know exactly how to make me feel better and worse at the same time!”

He smiled, kissing my forehead. “It’s the power of the Doctor!”

I smiled back at him. “A special power indeed.”

End Flashback

Snapping three, four

Don't need you here anymore

Get out of my heart

'Cause I might snap

It was a cold winter day. I was wrapped up like a little present against the cold. My puffy jacket, hat, and scarf were working overtime. My dog, a little corgi, shuffled ahead of me. I held on to her leash, keeping my hands shoved deep in my pockets. My parents had gotten her for me about two years ago, right after my first-year anniversary at my job. I was so excited – she was just the spark of joy I needed.

“Come on, [D/N]! I know you love the snow, but it’s freezing out here,” I said as she stopped to sniff another light post. “Let’s get ourselves home and warm, shall we?”

[D/N] looked up at me and wagged her tail. Though it was cold outside, my heart warmed me fully just looking at her little face.

“Ok, fine, you can sniff a little longer,” I laughed, giving her a little more lead of the leash.

[D/N] started to dig intensely in the snow, her face almost completely covered. I shook my head in amusement. Dogs were so silly sometimes.

“Right, I’m sure there’s something really interesting in there, but I think you should probably stop digging on public land,” I said, giving her leash a little tug.

Suddenly, [D/N] popped out of the snow, a book in her mouth.

“What’s that you have there?” I said, kneeling down and carefully taking it from her. She wagged her tail and smiled at me, proud of her find.

I looked at the cover. The Angel’s Kiss was embossed on the front.

“Huh, The Angel’s Kiss, eh? Looks like one of those weird romance novels,” I joked to [D/N]. “I suppose we can put it on that bench over there. Hopefully someone can find it again.”

“Excuse me! Excuse me I think you might have my book…”

A cheerful voice suddenly rang out in the quiet winter air. I turned around to see a very tall man walking up the path. His hair was brushed over to one side of his face and his bowtie was slightly askew.

“Oh, this romance novel is yours?” I asked, holding it up and fully facing him.

I noticed him do a double take, his face clouding over for a second, before the serene smile returned. “Ha, it’s no romance novel, but yes, it is mine. Well, kind of, I suppose,” said the stranger, reaching out for the book hurriedly. “But I can take it off your hands now.”

I was startled by his sudden reach and the book fell back into the snow. “Oh, what’s the rush? Perhaps it is a spicy romance novel,” I said, half-joking. The man looked at me again for a long moment, before saying quietly, “No it isn’t,” as he leaned down and picked the book up from the snow.

“Thank you very much,” he said, and quickly turned away back up the path.

As I watched him walk away my brow furrowed. He seemed so familiar to me. Though I didn’t remember ever seeing him before, there was something about him… I couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

I looked down at [D/N]. She sat patiently, looking at me. “Well, I suppose my imagination can get out of hand sometimes, can’t it?” I said. “Come on, little one, let’s go.”

As I turned away, back towards my flat, I heard a woman’s voice cry out “Doctor! Where have you been?”

The Doctor? No, surely not here, not now…

I whirled around. The man I’d just been speaking to was standing with two others now, a little farther down the path. A woman with red hair and a brown-haired man. The woman was tugging at the book I’d just handed back to him. Perhaps I’d misheard, maybe it was a mistake…

“Doctor, what’s wrong? It looks like you’ve just seen a ghost,” said the woman.

No, I hadn’t misheard. The familiarity, the odd comfort – it was the Doctor. Indeed, it wasn’t my Doctor, at least not as knew him, but it was still the Doctor. A rush of emotions hit me. I felt anger, sadness, pain, and hope all at the same time. Had he forgotten me? He didn’t seem to recognize me at all. And he had two new companions? When he’d left me, he swore he’d never take another person with him again – what was this hypocrisy? Was I not good enough?

I felt my legs begin to move without me. I wanted to sprint to him, to demand answers, to figure out what was going on. Why did he look so different? Why did he act like he didn’t know me – was this another one of his kind? No, he said there were no Time Lords left. My brain was spinning. Four years. Four years. And he chose to show up now. Right as I was starting to feel whole again.

“Doc –“ I began, but then, as though on cue, a massive gust of wind suddenly stirred up, causing the snow to dance into the sky and obscure my vision. I covered my eyes and quickly grabbed onto [D/N] to ensure she didn’t get lost in the gust.

The snow settled and there was no sign of the three figures. Still holding [D/N], I ran over to where they had been, hoping against hope I’d see one of them or the Tardis hidden amongst the bushes. Nothing. I blinked back tears, feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness and heaviness descend on my chest. I’d always wanted to see the Doctor again, but this felt wrong. He had new companions. He didn’t acknowledge me. He even looked completely different. The bubbling of emotions in my chest suddenly ripped through and I wailed in anguish. This feeling felt as fresh as the day he left me.

I'm writing a song

Said, "This is the last one"

How many last songs are left?

I'm losing count

Flashback

I was shaking with fear. The Doctor stood in front of me, his arms spread to protect me. I could see his body quivering just a bit, but his voice held steady as he tried to reason with the Daleks in front of us.

“You don’t want to do this,” he said. “She is innocent – “

“Exterminate.” Said the robotic voices, ignoring him.

“D-Doctor please, you need to g-go and save the others,” I whispered. “I can’t move and there are others who need you right now – please.”

“Don’t speak, [Y/N],” he commanded. I could hear the fire in his voice. “I will protect you.”

The Daleks had their blasters pointed at us, slowly closing in. I felt sick. This was all my fault. I had accompanied the Doctor on this mission to rescue some space travelers who had been captured by the Daleks. The Doctor tried to make me stay in the Tardis, but I insisted. Instead, all I’d done was gotten hurt and now the Doctor couldn’t continue with the rescue mission. I tried to stand but hissed in pain. A large gash on my leg prevented me from being able to move comfortably.

“Don’t move, [Y/N], I don’t need you to be more hurt than you already are,” said the Doctor, his voice stern. Almost angry, I thought.

I looked around wildly, wondering if somehow, I could help distract these beasts. We were pressed up against a wall, cornered. I felt the wall behind me. It was smooth metal. Hardly anything – wait! My hand hit a large bolt. It felt loose. I carefully began to untwist it, hoping to not draw attention to myself as the Doctor continued to speak to the Daleks.

Buy me a few more seconds, Doctor, I thought.

Bingo! The bolt came off in my hand. Summoning all my courage and strength, I chucked it hard at the Dalek closest to me. It hit the dome of the robotic and it short-circuited. The other Daleks were momentarily distracted, so I grabbed the Doctor’s hand and pushed myself to move as quickly as I could despite the searing pain in my leg.

“[Y/N]!” the Doctor yelped, surprised. “You’re brilliant.”

“I try to be,” I panted, concentrating on not falling as we made our escape. The Doctor grabbed me by the waist and half-dragged, half-carried me through the Dalek ship.

“Listen to me, [Y/N], I am going to get you back to the Tardis. Do you understand?” he said as we made our way back to the Time Lord’s ship. I nodded, weakly. On a normal day I’d protest, but with my leg and the mess I’d already caused, I accepted his judgement quickly.

We made it back to the Tardis in one piece. The Doctor quickly got me inside and sat me down against a wall. He then typed something into the ship’s main interface.

“Protective force field,” he said, without looking up.

After he was done, he quickly came over to me. He gently grabbed my chin, raising my eyes to meet his. “Listen to me, [Y/N],” he began, his voice the most serious I’d ever heard. “You need to stay here, you need to stay safe, and you will not leave the Tardis. Do you understand me?” I nodded; eyes wide. The Doctor was rarely this serious.

“Good.”

And with that, he left me there. The Tardis hummed nervously, and I did my best to patch my leg up as best I could. I hated sitting around while he was in danger, but I knew in this case I’d be nothing more than in the way.

It felt like ages, sitting in an empty Tardis, anxiously hoping the Doctor was going to come back to me in one piece. My mind started to race. What if the Doctor came back injured? I’d never treated him for any wounds before – would I know how to? What if…he didn’t come back? I’d only operated the Tardis a handful of times and wasn’t sure if I’d be able to escape. I pushed that dark thought out of my mind. He was the Doctor! Of course, he’d come back.

“Run!”

I jumped as the Tardis doors swung open and the Doctor plus four spacemen came tumbling inside. The Doctor was furiously scrambling to the controls, shouting commands, and telling everyone to hold on. The chaos outside the Tardis swiftly disappeared as the ship started to whirl and we were off.

The breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding was let out. The four spacemen huddled together, looking forlorn. I remembered the Doctor saying there had been eight.

“[Y/N], are you ok?” the Doctor was by my side, arm wrapped around my shoulders. “I’m so sorry you got hurt like this and I had to leave you. So sorry.”

He looked at my leg, which was still seeping blood from under the bandage I hastily wrapped around it. I smiled wryly at him. “Just a scratch.”

He shook his head and did not smile. I saw him gently touch my leg, though at this point the adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins was beginning to wane. The Tardis was getting darker and I felt my head start to fall to the side,

“[Y/N]? Hey! Stay awake, [Y/N]! Stay with me. Please, stay with me!”

I could hear the Doctor’s panicked voice but could not muster the strength to open my eyes again. I fell into a cloud of darkness, the world fading away.

***

I woke with a start. Disoriented, I looked around the room I was in, vision blurry. My mouth felt so dry, and my head was pounding.

“[Y/N]? [Y/N]! You’re awake, good god, you’re awake,” the Doctor’s voice burst through the haziness and once again he was by my side. “Sit up slowly now, you’ve been asleep for a while.”

“Sleep? What?” I mumbled, still trying to get my bearings. “Where am I? What’s going on?”

“We’re in the Tardis,” he said. “Your body has been recovering from that wound on your leg.”

I blinked a couple of times to get the Doctor into focus. His eyes were lined with worry and his hair was more tousled than usual. He looked haggard.

“You look terrible,” I murmured. The Doctor shook his head, giving me a weak smile as he handed me a glass of water.

“Happy to see you too,” he said quietly.

As I drank the water, the Doctor studied me intensely. His gaze burned my skin and I shifted uncomfortably under this scrutiny.

“Doctor?” I began with uncertainty. “What’s wrong?”

The Doctor looked away, running a hand through his hair. He seemed to be steeling his nerves. Was he going to berate me for how I caused a massive problem on the Dalek ship?

Suddenly he snapped his head back to me and smiled widely. “Nothing, nothing at all, [Y/N]. Just glad you’re feeling better. Your leg wound should be all healed up after I cleaned and treated it. Since we’re parked near your flat, I figured you could get some rest in your own room once you finish your water.”

Confused, I stared at him. Just moments ago he was incredibly somber and now he was acting as though nothing was wrong. I continued to sip my water, brow furrowed as I studied the Doctor. There was something up with him, but I decided not to press it for now.

About a half hour later, the Doctor asked me if I could stand. I did so, carefully, noticing that my leg didn’t pain me any longer, but I still favored it. I was definitely sore.

“So, how does the leg feel?” asked the Doctor. “Up to take a little walk?”

I groaned as I stretched. “Fine, a little walk. After I get some things from my flat I want you to take me to the nicest alien spa there is in the universe.”

The Doctor made a noncommittal noise and simply turned his back to me. “Come on, [Y/N], let’s go.”

He guided me out of the Tardis. We walked a short way to the entrance of my flat. The Doctor got us in using his sonic screwdriver as I’d left my keys in the kitchen. As we entered the flat, I could tell there was some energy in the air that I could not quite put my finger on. There was something the Doctor wasn’t telling me.

“Doctor,” I said, suddenly turning around and staring at him straight in the eye. “What are we doing? What’s going on?”

The Doctor avoided my gaze. “Can we please sit down in the living room to talk, [Y/N]?”

I frowned but obliged. As we sat down together, his hand resting gently on my knee, the Doctor looked me straight in the eyes and said, “[Y/N] you need to stay here now. This last trip I almost lost you, and I can’t lose another person.”

The words seemed to echo in the empty flat, bouncing off the walls and assaulting my ears.

“Sorry, did you say stay here? As in, you’ll leave and not come back for me?” I asked, trying to understand what he was telling me.

The Doctor looked down. I felt his hand squeeze my knee slightly.

“Yes. I promised myself that if one of my companions ever got hurt, or was close to getting terribly injured, I would never, ever, lead them to danger again,” he said. “And you, [Y/N], are the most important person in my life. Seeing you almost – seeing you pass out in my eyes I just – “

The Doctor’s voice hitched. Instinctively, you reached out to comfort him, but he stopped your hand, gently lowering it back down away from him. “I refuse to be the reason you get hurt. I do not deserve to have a companion. You will be my last, [Y/N]. I hope you know how special you are to me”

“N-no, don’t say this. You haven’t even asked me if this is what I want,” I choked out, tears welling in my eyes. “When we first met you said that we’d go everywhere together. You can’t just throw me away like trash.”

The Doctor shook his head vehemently. “You are a treasure, [Y/N]. A treasure worth protecting. A treasure worth keeping far away to protect.”

“Doctor no, I’m not delicate, I can help you – “

The Doctor stood up suddenly. He didn’t look at me in the eyes as he said, “Goodbye, [Y/N]. Please stay safe. And don’t wait for me.”

I grabbed for his hand, but he brushed it aside as he marched out toward the door of my flat.

“Stop! Doctor! DOCTOR!” I shouted, going after him. He paused for a moment in the entrance of my flat, and I hoped against hope he would stop. He turned to face me, a pained expression on his face. His mouth formed the words:

“I love you.”

And he was gone.

Since June twenty-second

My heart's been on fire

I've been spending my nights in the rain-

Tryna put it out

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear [Y/N], happy birthday to you!”

I smiled, surrounded by my friends and family as they sang to me. My birthday hat sat askew atop my head and a modest cake sat in front of me, the birthday candles glowing.

“Go on, blow them out and make a wish,” said my mum.

I thought for a moment, then blew out the candles. Ten years older. How time flies.

“Well are you going to tell us what you wished for?” one of my friends asked, grinning.

Chuckling, I said what I repeated every year, “But then it wouldn’t be a real wish, would it?” My wish was silly – childish even, but I wished to see the Doctor one more time every year. At this point, it was a tradition I had to keep. The only soul who knew was [D/N] because she never judged.

My friends and family shared the evening together, laughing, joking, and enjoying each other’s company. I endured the usual teasing of ‘when are you going to get a man? You can’t just work forever!’ and my mum and dad joking (with a hint of truth) about how [D/N] would be their only grand-pup. I was used to it by now and it didn’t bother me anymore. Yes, I threw myself into my career. It paid off as I was doing quite well for myself. Unfortunately, my job didn’t really give me a lot of time for dates, but I did try. It just seemed I was very unlucky in the dating scene. Nothing ever worked out. They all simply didn’t fill a void that seemed to constantly be in my heart.

“You know, [Y/N], I have a new coworker who is super cute. I bet you guys would get along,” said one of my friends, whipping out her phone and showing me a picture. “Look he’s just your type!”

I laughed. “Oh come on, you know I don’t have time right now! Besides, [D/N] and I are doing just fine, the two of us. She’s my best partner!”

As the party started to wind down and people began to leave, I gave let everyone give one last pat to [D/N] on their way out. Her little tail still wagged furiously, though not as energetically when she was a pup. The grey around her muzzle was beginning to show more prominently, and I made sure to give her extra attention on days like today.

“Hey girl, don’t think I forgot about your birthday treat,” I said once we were alone. I went the pantry and pulled out a little cake-shaped dog treat. [D/N] snagged it happily and curled up in dog bed, happy to gnaw on the treat.

I smiled.

“I’ll be right back,” I said to her. “Enjoy!”

After tossing a few more things in my trash can, I tied up the full trash bag and I headed out of my flat. It was quiet outside. Peaceful. The summer bugs sang an evening song as I walked towards the trash receptacles in back of the complex. Street lamps illuminated my path. A man passed by me, his face obscured by the darkness.

“Good evening,” said the man.

“Evening,” I said back, without much thought.

“Headed anywhere special?” he asked.

Annoyed, I responded, “Yes, the trash. Isn’t that obvious from the trash bag in my hand?”

The man laughed. “You never change, [Y/N].”

“Sorry, do I know y –”

My breath caught in my throat and the trash bag dropped from my hands. The man stood under a street light, revealing his face to me.

“Doctor!” I exclaimed. I wanted to run to him, but I felt cemented to the spot. I was shocked. It was my Doctor, not the version I’d seen so many years ago. He looked almost identical to what I remembered, except that he was sporting a different color suit and looked a touch older.

“I – you, what are you doing here?” I fumbled over my words, not knowing what to say or how to feel.

“I need you, [Y/N]. One last adventure for us to share,” he said. “I’ll understand if you say ‘no’, of course, but I –”

I didn’t let the Doctor finish. I sprinted to him and wrapped my arms tightly around him. His familiar scent and warm embrace filling the empty space in my heart.

I heard him laugh, the wonderful sound giving me life. “I’ll take this as a yes.”

The familiar sound of the Tardis filled my ears and the Doctor, my Doctor, pulled me to his side once again.

“Allons-y!”

So I'm snapping one, two

Where are you?

You're still in my heart

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"Fixation" - 10th Doctor & adopted daughter!Reader

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SUMMARY: After losing your family and miraculously surviving the Time War, you detach yourself from the past, pressured to carry on by the new reality. The past, however, comes a-knocking one day, tearing open long-forgotten wounds. And what a disaster it is: to choose between loneliness and a family that can never truly love you.

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Author's note: Me writing angst? Who would've thought lmao. I just made up some name for Doctor's kid and reader's dad. This is just an angsty ramble tbh.

Some ships can not sail, no matter how much you want them to. And others, although do sail, can never take on your desired voyage. There is no malice in such misfortune - only life. Somebody once said that "only insane people do the same thing over and over again and expect different results". But it's not entirely true: it is not insanity that weaved this vicious circle but sorrow. And sorrow is a far more lethal affliction than insanity, even if they are such similar sisters.

It was hard to tell whether he specifically went looking for you or it was an accident. Taking into account how much time has passed, both scenarios were equally unwelcome. If he wanted to find you, why wait so long? And if he didn't, how heartbreaking is it to know, that your own family never sought you out? That he, specifically, has lied for so many centuries? To his own brother?

"It's not going to work." Your voice echoed through the control room of the TARDIS.

"I know." The Doctor was disillusioned about the stalemate plight he had found himself in.

He did for quite some time now. To be exact, he's known it since the moment he saw you and how similar you looked to his brother in his memories. It was going to be the only part of his long life when science scared him and Doctor was willing to believe in something other than the material world: he, "a man of science", saw a ghost. And what's worse is that despite the terror and woe it caused inside him, he had invited that ghost to his home, naively expecting it to change its form - naively expecting you to fill the hole he had ripped open himself. He carried that knowledge and self-deception for the long years that you have traveled with him.

But a specter remains a specter, no matter whether it's a mare or a friendly spirit.

You have noticed that something was up when you once caught his gaze. It was weirdly absent as if Doctor's mind fleed, for a moment, into a different dimension, leaving its shell temporarily empty. There was sadness inside him, that was obvious. The rise of his eyebrows, the slant of the corners of his mouth - all of them told the same story of fear, regret and grief. That said story wasn't foreign to you, no, in fact, you have played a part in it, despite never wanting to. And now you were ripping what others sowed in your name.

So many people have asked you where you got that weird bracelet you wore all the time. Without much thought, you've always stated it was bought at a flea market in some faraway, exotic country. No one, however, could ever comprehend just how far you meant.

There was no night on which the Judge did not haunt you. How he clenched his jaw and how angry he seemed; the way the burning city reflected in his wide-open eyes. It was a bitterly sweet memory because, at that one moment, those flaming remnants of Gallifrey mirrored in his brown eyes were the perfect picture of who he was as a person - with a burning heart, a soul set on fire that he had inherited by his father. When he gave you the watch, a one-way trip to Earth, he was doing exactly what he pledged to do, exactly what his name meant. And, in some cosmic horror, the Judge found you guilty of surviving the war: a sentence you never quite accepted. A sentence you never quite understood. Why you?

The Doctor often asked himself the very same question: why you? Why did Judge find your life more worthy of saving than his own? Who would have thought, that a parent's deepest sorrow was their child's resemblance to them. There wasn't a day when he wished Judge didn't take after him. Had he been a little more selfish, a little less like him - everything would have been different. Or that's what he believed.

"You're my responsibility. Guide would've wanted me to look after you."

"Please, just stop this. These wrongs are not yours to right. We both have to let go."

"...I can't."

And, truthfully, he couldn't be blamed for it. Parents never really get over the loss of their children. You reminded him of the powerlessness he held over that fact. Each of your breaths was as if screaming at him "So what? What are you gonna do about it?". Yes, dear Doctor, what are you going to do about the reality you are yet to accept? That it was your own choice that has brought you to your knees, bowing before the gods of fortune and death.

He never hated you - his love hasn't rotten yet. The problem was that he couldn't bring himself to love you, not in the way you deserved. Your face was nothing beyond a reminder of all that he's lost and all that he had at one point. In a way, in Doctor's mind, you could never be just yourself, only a mask covering the lives he has once touched. Perhaps, that's precisely why he couldn't let himself let you go. Your disappearance would be unequivocal to him losing the final, desperate grip, he had on what was dear to him. In other words: the ship has already left the bay but he didn't have to guts to wave the handkerchief, although that silly little tradition had no influence on the boat and its voyage. It brought comfort only to the one who held the handkerchief: a symbol of acceptance.

"I think it would've worked, you know? You and I," you said with your hand on the door. The blue paint was chipping away from the wood. "In another time and in another place."

"In another time and in another place, it wouldn't have to." His voice is melancholic as he watches his last chance leave. The Doctor couldn't quite decide whether your departure was mercy or cruelty.

One day you just wake up and everything's over. Without any closure.

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All Consuming: Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Discovery

Pairing - Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader Summary - The two embark into a new planet, finding it not so safe as the Doctor had promised. Warnings - Arguing? Slight violence. Words - 1.8K

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The 70s provided a moment of peace. A pocket in time in which people protested for harmony and chose to love rather than to hate. A pocket in time that Y/n and the Doctor didn't have the privilege to stay in much longer. So, they returned to the TARDIS only 12 hours later after exploring the streets of California in said era.

"Where to now?" Questioned Y/n as she wandered back into the police box.

The Doctor hummed in response as he returned to his screens, narrowed eyes. "I just sort of close my eyes and point now." He spoke to himself.

Y/n tilted her head as she joined his side, "Very assuring." She commented. "Well, go on then." The Doctor snapped back at her as if not believing her words. So she giggled and gently placed her palms over the boy's eyelids, prompting a grin on his own lips. "Point." She repeated once more.

"You know this is your safety we're talking about? Really want to gamble that?" He debated.

The girl shrugged, "You promised to keep me safe. No matter what planet we're in." She chuckled before shifting on her feet slightly. "Now point."

He finally followed instructions, swirling his index finger before prodding it against a screen. It landed on a planet. A planet she certainly hadn't recognised. So, slowly, she brought her hands away from his eyes so he could explain said planet to her. "Oh," He exclaimed. "Bane World." The boy spun and faced Y/n and her wondering eyes. "Don't think I've ever actually visited. Not a big tourist attraction surprisingly enough."

Y/n quirked a brow, "What is it?"

"Home of the bane."

"Oh, how very creative of them." The girl commented before the Doctor spun back to face the screen.

"You ready to do this again?" He inquired as he began his serval indications of tapping and pushing buttons and hoping for the best.

Y/n nodded. A nod that was stern and sure of itself. "I think I'm getting used it." If you ever really could. The Doctor went to face her, words sitting on his tongue but Y/n held up her finger as to stop him, "Before you say-" She took her hand and very obviously grasped it against one of the metal bars. "I'm holding on."

His grin grew, "You're right; you are getting the hang of this."

And like that, the TARDIS swirled and whizzed, taking the pair with it as they fought for balance before it soon slowed and landed in this world even that Doctor had never visited. The man stood tall as he headed for the exit. "Let's see what this world is like then." He spoke before clicking the handle open and letting this Bane World seep in.

They didn't step out. Not straight away. Y/n came to the Doctor's side, head titled and brows knitted a she stared out into the obis. The planet seemed to just consist of concrete. There was architecture but it was decaying and rotting, not one building in the street holding smooth walls. And, in the air, there seemed to be a green midst which acted as a fog.

Y/n glanced over to the Doctor with a rather unimpressed expression, "I always wondered what other planets were like. So when I have the chance to go to my very first planet, how come you let it be this one?" She nagged him with a raised brow and arms crossed.

"You said point!" The Doctor defended through a yell.

Y/n looked back at the scene in front of her, and the dusty, damaged world she had yet to explore. "Could have just gone to mars." She commented.

A frown crossed over the Doctor's lips which he attempted to conceal, "I know it's not Mars, but it is one thing."

She snapped her head back to him, "What?"

"Safe." He informed. "Mars is far too close to Earth, that's where the Pilot Fish will be loitering."

She huffed and took her first step outside of the TARDIS onto the stone floor. Then she spun back around to face the Doctor and shrugged, "Bane World it is then." A slight smile tugged at her lips before gesturing her elbow out for the Doctor.

He matched her smile and jumped from the safety of the TARDIS before linking arms with the girl and beginning their walk through the world. Many of the buildings seemed to be abandoned with no signed of an entrance, no doors, not windows. The street stayed completely empty, no matter how far they walked.

Finally, Y/n looked to the Doctor and asked, "And what exactly is a Bane?"

"Bit like that one animal on Earth." He paused and thought about it before the light bulb flickered and he suddenly got giddy again. "Like a squid! Many arms, and legs, one eye though." He went on explaining.

His words just raised another question: "And where exactly are the Bane right now?" She gestured to the empty street that was settled in front of them.

"They're not the friendliest of types. Especially not to humans." He looked her up and down and her nerves grew. "Probably hiding somewhere."

The thought that these creatures may be here, that they may be right in front of her, or behind her, suddenly caused shivers down her spine. They could be anywhere. They may be ready to attack and Y/n was just a sitting duck with the Doctor on her arm. She leant over to the man, her voice lowering to a whisper, "Why did you bring us to a planet where they don't like humans?"

He shrugged as if it weren't a problem, "You said point. Are you having trouble with your memory?"

Y/n would have hit him there and then had it not been for the fact they were in the middle of what seemed like land mines. "I know you may be some very important guy back at torchwood or where ever it is you're from, but I think you're the one who's struggling. Think that TARDIS is breaking your brain cells."

The doctor squirmed and acted as he was overly offended by her words. "You don't hold back do you?" He mocked.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just wanted to know why you thought it was a good idea to for us to come to a planet that doesn't take well to humans?" The doctor opened his mouth but before he could speak, Y/n cut through. "And before you say I asked you to point, I thought you'd have a bit of common sense to say 'oh, no Y/n we probably shouldn't go to that planet." She ranted without even realising such before it had all sort of slipped out. "Do you have any common sense Doctor?"

"I saved your life!" He argued, without ever actually answering the girl's question. "A little gratitude would be nice. I really think I said that this planet wouldn't be great, but you stepped out first..."

He continued with his rambles but Y/n's focus had begun to stray. The Doctor's words soon became background noise as her eyes flickered between the shapes which stood behind them. "Are you even listening to me anymore?" He snapped and her eyes jumped to him, glossed over with worry.

Her hand reached out to his sleeve, gently tugging it, "Doctor." It came out as a whisper, but the nerves in her tone were screaming.

He soon followed her gaze, facing the many Bane creatures which had successfully circled them during their domestic. They were starring at them like they were pieces of meat, their pupils wide and daunting. Y/n's grip on the Doctor's sleeve soon slithered down to his hand before their fingers interlocked. "What do we do?" She asked him.

"Improvise." There was no time to argue before the Doctor was addressing the Bane. "Hello Bane! I'm the Doctor," He glanced to her, "And this is Y/n. We're just passing through. No need to worry!" He covered his anxiety with a chuckle but they didn't seem to buy it. "We promise we mean no harm."

They just sort of groaned in response and both Y/n and the Doctor were beginning to realise that they were going to accept the Doctor's sweet talk. "And now?" She urged.

He took a sharp inhale before looking down at her, "Now we run."

And they bolted. They slipped through the Bane before they could realise what was going on and rushed their legs towards the TARDIS. Only problem was, the Bane, as the Doctor had pointed out, had a few more legs than them; they easily caught up on distance. "Doctor!" Y/n had shouted at him after taking one glance back at the group which were gaining on them.

"Just keep running!" He told her as that speck of blue soon came into sight.

Their feet were quickly beginning to wore but as the TARDIS was only meters away, they pushed on. The Doctor jumped through first, sprinting for the controls as Y/n swizzled around, slamming the doors just before a Bane had been able to slip through. She took steady steps back, watching as bangs came from the other side, pushing and shoving against the wooden doors.

"Doctor!"

"Almost there!"

He continued to tap against the buttons before finally, the TARDIS whirled and the sounds from the outside stopped. They'd escaped by the skin of their teeth.

The TARDIS soon finally steadied and the two began to relax. Y/n stood starring at the door like she thought the Bane might still get in. Instead, her throat inched and a rough cough followed from her lips. She caught it in her hand, soon pulling her palm away as her brows knitted. She hadn't just been clearing her throat, no, as she stared down at her palm, a red splat stared back at her; she had been coughing up blood.

"Guess now we know why it wasn't such a big tourist spot." The Doctor had commented, cometeply oblivious to the discovery Y/n had just made.

Her eyes were glassy as she could barely pull her gaze from the blood which stained her skin. Once she finally turned, the Doctor caught on. He wasn't sure what but something was wrong. She raised her hand, displaying what was happening to her body. They both knew. They both knew then and there that this energy inside of her, the energy that should have killed her, was finally doing it's job.

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