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mindful-of-ideas · 1 year

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“How about a play,” you asked.

“A play?” the Doctor said.

“Yeah, like theatre. I like theatre!”

“Sure, but theatre’s history is long. Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Plautus, Albert Camus… when do you want to go?”

“Surprise me!”

“Surprise you,” the Doctor said, suddenly standing still, like he was in disbelief, “Well, hang on to something.”

You barely had time to get ahold of the railing before the TARDIS launched you forward.

You had been travelling with the Doctor for a few days now, and you already felt at home. Yes, this had been the most dangerous thing you had ever done, but it was also the most thrilling thing.

Soon enough, the Tardis landed and you regained your footing.

“So, where are we?” you asked.

“Go ahead and find out.”

You opened the TARDIS’ door to one of the most unique views you ever witnessed. The TARDIS had landed right by what seemed to be a fortress wall. You were so high in the sky that it felt like being at the very top of the world. The city below your feet didn’t give much information about where or when you were. You turned around trying to find some clue when you saw it. The Parthenon. Your heart skipped a beat. This was what you had been studying for the past year at university. And it was there, complete, in all its glory. The outside columns were all standing tall and followed the Doric canon in their number. And the metopes, oh the metopes they were all there, completely intact. From where you were standing, you could make out the scenes from the fight between the Centaurs and the Lapiths. You had to see the other sides, the ones that were destroyed. How did they represent the Trojan war on there? Or even the Amazonomachy?

“Care to take a guess,” the Doctor said, bending over your shoulder and cutting short your daydreaming

“Ancient Greece? Maybe Athens?”

“Precisely!”

He seemed so excited. You knew he was probably dying to show off what he knew and explain it in details to you. That’s what he always did, and you loved it. Seeing someone be so passionate about something they seemingly care about always brought a smile to your face. That’s why you loved school. And learning, learning is just so fun when it comes from the right person. Looking at him now, you knew it would break his heart a little if you told him you already knew a lot about this place. Still, there was one thing you couldn’t really guess.

“And when exactly?” you finally asked.

“Well… you know the Ancient times of Greece…”

“But like, month, year?”

The Doctor put on his sunglasses and turned three times on himself. He then suddenly dropped to his knees. You were sure he was about to lick the ground, as he had done already twice since you met him, but he looked like he was only listening very carefully.

“What are you…” you started.

“Shhhh! You’ll mess it up!”

He got back up and picked a fruit from the basket of an Athenian who was walking by.

“I’d say end of march, maybe begin of April, 405 before,” he said, throwing the fruit your way, “Well, that is based on our Gregorian calendar.”

“How did you know?” you said, barely catching the fruit.

He had a really shitty aim.

“Educated guess,” he said, “Oh and everyone is excited to see Euripides last tragedy. Should we get going?”

“We’re going to see The Bacchae?”

“Oh yes, he’s amazing, you’ll see.”

Together, you walked down to the Theatre of Dionysus. You couldn’t believe it. You were here, walking in Athens in Ancient Greece. A place you studied and loved for so long. You dreamt of going to Athens, the modern one that is, this couldn’t possibly be real.

You finally sat down, almost centred with the orchestra.

“How did you know it was The Bacchae?” the Doctor asked.

“Educated guess?”

“Right! So you see this place in the middle, it’s called the orchestra. This is where the chorus is going to stay for the entirety of the play. You see, once they’re on stage they never leave. They’ll get here by walking through the eisodos, well eisodoi, it’s plural, it’s those little passageways on each side.

You nodded and smiled as he said all that. Of course you already knew it, but he looked so happy.

“And right at the back, that building with the doors, is the skené, where the actors basically go and change costumes.”

“Well, it’s a bit more than that, but go on.

“And so you see tragedies are always presented in groups of three… wait, what did you just say?”

“No-nothing, go on. I’m listening,” you said.

You didn’t even notice that you had cut him off. You saw his smile fade away as you looked down embarrassed.

“Do you know about this?” he asked.

“You can keep explaining, I won’t cut you off again.”

“That’s not my question Y/N, if you already knew everything I explained, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because you’re always excited to talk about stuff you know and to explain it to me. I didn’t want to… to take that away from you,” you said, looking back at him, “And you seem happy when that happens… you rarely seem happy…”

“Oh… Y/N… I’m… you’re right, I love explaining things to you because I see how much YOU love it. You can explain it, it will make me just as happy.”

You looked at him, smiling softly. You knew this wasn’t true. You knew you could never make him truly happy. Something or someone tore a hole in his heart a long time ago and there was nothing you could do to fix it. No way you could patch it up, but you could always try to ease the pain.

“Right,” you said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, please,” he said, putting a protective arm around you as more people were coming in, “I promise this trip will be just as fun if you do the explaining and I do the listening.”

You grabbed the front of his jacket. People around you were now pushing, trying to find a seat.

“You’re sure you’ll be fine, only listening?” you asked.

“Yeah, yeah don’t even worry a little bit.” he said, smiling at you, “And Y/N don’t ever compromise who you are for me. You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. You don’t have to change who you are for anyone else.”

“I’ll try…”

“Thank you. Now, where did I go wrong?”

“Okay, so you see the skené is actually part of the play, it’s basically the backdrop. It tells us where we are and most importantly when the actors enter the skené, where they go. Because, yes they change costumes, but sometimes they leave because their character is doing something inside the palace for example. Most of the time, it’s dying because no deaths are represented on stage. Also, tragedies actually come in a group of four because the author also writes a satyr play. And we are so lucky to see The Bacchae! We rarely have a god as the protagonist, so this is exceptional but also you could say that at the end of the play when…”

“Maybe don’t spoil it for the people around,” the Doctor whispered, as the first tragedy was about to start, “we can talk plenty after.”

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tvimagines221b · 1 year

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Imagine: Convincing The Doctor to let you visit Missy in the vault.

The Doctor (at least in this regeneration), wasn’t always so easily convinced sometimes. Often, there were times where he was too stubborn for his own good. So most of the time, you kept certain things to yourself. Not breathing a word because you always knew what the answer would be. But this time, even though you knew there would be a battle, you weren’t going to lose so easily. Here you were standing before The Doctor, putting your best face on. You swallowed. Trying to conjure your words. Today, you would ask him to visit someone. Someone who was dangerous, yet very dear to you. Missy. The Master’s female Incarnation. Missy, was currently being imprisoned in a vault under St. Luke’s University, in Bristol. She spent every waking moment there. Alone. Suffering.

So you wanted to visit her. To talk to her. To give her some sort of comfort in the form of a familiar face.

“Doctor…” You began.

The Doctor, who was playing with buttons on the TARDIS console, looked over to you. At first, he was quiet. Studying you. Like he knew the familiar tone and look on your face. But finally, he spoke up. “Yes, Y/N, what is it? I can see you’re desperate to ask me something.”

“You would be correct.” You nodded. “There was something that I wanted to ask you.” You bite down on your lower lip.

“What is it then?” The Doctor waved a hand. “Because we don’t have all day here. I’m very busy with…things.” He added. But really was making excuses.

“I want to see Missy.” You blurted out.

The Doctor’s eyes grew wide, but not wide enough. He wasn’t shocked. Almost like he had expected it. The Doctor took a step towards you, and away from the console. “You want to see Missy?” He chuckled, half-heatedly. “Am I going crazy? Because it seems to me I’m hearing things.”

“No…you aren’t.” You let out a sigh. “I want to see Missy, Doctor. Visit her in the vault. Talk to her. She’s alone. So alone.”

“Yes, and for a good reason.” The Doctor stated. “Missy is secluded to prevent her from causing anyone harm.” The Doctor shakes his head. “She’s dangerous, Y/N. You out of anyone should know that. She can’t be trusted.”

“She can change.” You remarked to that. Because you did believe that she was capable of change. Capable of becoming a better person. No matter what anyone, even The Doctor thought. And you? You were probably one of the only people in the whole universe that Missy cared for her. That Missy trusted. You wouldn’t give up on her so easily. Not when there was still hope.

The Doctor scoffed. “You think she’s capable of change?”

“Doctor-“ You swallowed. “Please. Please. Just let me have five minutes. That’s all I ask. Five minutes to talk to her…”

The Doctor looked to you. He let out a sigh. He knew there was a chance he wouldn’t win this argument. You wouldn’t give up until he said yes. As much as he didn’t want to say yes, was it really worth all of the bickering?

“Five minutes?” The Doctor quizzed.

You nodded your head. Five minutes was you had needed. You would want more time, but you thought it was best not to push your luck. “Fives minutes. I swear, I won’t be a minute late.” You promised.

The Doctor met your gaze. And he could see the sincerity in your eyes. You meant it.

He let out a breath. “Fine fine. I’ll take you to the university to see Missy. But this is under my terms. I stay outside of the vault the entire time.” The Doctor went over to the console and began to pressing the controls. “Five minutes, yes?” He looked to you, his expression hardened. “And I want you to be careful. Understand?”

You gave a faint smile and nod. “I understand.”

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penguinwithitsarseonfire · 2 years

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Hi friends! In light of the everything happening in fandom and that my undergrad will be wrapped up in a week (yikes!), I'm opening requests!

Remember to check out my rules before sending me anything, and I’ll start looking at stuff once I’ve submitted my final assessment next week!!

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morganas-pendragons · 3 months

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All My Love | Twelfth Doctor

@pompeiianbollockr

Set during the blindness arc in Season 10 because I love me some vulnerable Doctor. I don't care if it's not in Twelve's character. He gets to be vulnerable because I SAID so :D

He hasn't spoken to you since before you landed on the space station. In fact, it's been nearly a week. It's been nearly a week since The Doctor allowed himself to kiss you. To touch you.

And possibly the most devastating part.. to see you.

Self sacrificial. That was one of the best words you'd ever used to describe him in the time you'd known this face. This face. With all its quirks, and all the things he hates about it: The attack eyebrows, the lines, the wrinkles and the age... Despite all the things he'd hated about this face, the one thing he'd learned from traveling with you is that the faces didn't matter.

He truly believed you loved him for him. You knew it. He knew it. This, though... This was something he wasn't sure he was going to come back from. The Doctor had spent centuries gallivanting across the universe, running further and faster from home because he couldn't dare look back, with promises of adventures on his lips and desperation for escape in his heart.

"Tell me... am I a good man?"

You scooted closer to where he was sitting on the stairs and tentatively rose your hand to graze your fingertips across his temple and card through those unruly silver curls. He shivered at the sensation and forced his eyes open to meet yours as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, "The best man I will ever know."

He hasn't forgotten the feeling of your lips meeting the skin under his ear. Or the first time he'd kissed you of his own accord. Or the first time you'd marked him in the dead of night in his bedroom, where your lips had branded his skin. The way he'd linked your fingers together on either side of your head.

The sound of your voice calling his name. The sound of your voice in general, so soft and sweet and good...

That is something he clings to so tightly now. All the memories of the past - mere years for you, millions of years for him - that had opened his eyes to the truth: Despite all his misgivings and all his failures, he too was someone deemed worthy of loving.

You had brought a light into his life that The Doctor had not realized he'd been so deprived of. It was the light of humanity, of hope, of a heart far too big for this universe that nobody would ever thank you for. You deserved so much better than him.

And yet, you didn't want better.

You only wanted him.

He can't figure out why he's so... sad. There's an empty hole in his hearts and his mind where someone used to be, where the memory and the love of someone he cared for used to occupy, and the realization he cannot place who they are is angering him.

The Doctor has always been vengeful. The Oncoming Storm, The Valeyard, Timelord Victorious. He has rage written into the very essence of his bones and a desire to protect and save people in a way no one had ever saved him from himself.

"Hey you," You dragged your fingers across his shoulder blades as you came to sit beside him in the open doorway of the TARDIS. "Where did you go?"

That was one of the things he'd first recognized he loved about you. Despite this body having difficulties with physical affection and intimacy, he'd learned how to communicate with body language and gazes. Absent looks. Looks of adoration. Affection. Longing. That was all it took.

And you still read him like a book.

"Something's missing," He lightly knocked on his temple as you reached out and took his hand in your own. The Doctor let you. It was like he could feel the sunlight and warmth seeping from you into him. The light overwhelming the dark. "In here. There's someone who's supposed to be in here with the rest of them. I don't remember."

You did. You did, and Clara had made you promise before she flew away that you would never help him remember. That you would help him carry the weight.

"Maybe you're not supposed to. We're all stories in the end," You whisper. The Doctor softened as he lifted your hand to his lips and tentatively brushed them against your knuckles. "And maybe some of those stories become songs. Whispers of melodies and lines that hold the things we cannot remember."

All of his memories are composed in a form of music: Lines upon lines of melancholic notes in the minor key that is his endless life, with crescendos of bright notes meant to convey the optimism and light brought by the companions who travel alongside him.

And when they leave, the decrescendo extends over what feels like years, softening to a singular note that eases into silence.

Him, alone, on his own battlefield. That's how he feels right now. Battling the recognition that he may never be able to bask in the light again. That he may always be victim to the darkness.

So The Doctor lets the darkness win. He distances himself from you because it's better to face the darkness alone.

However, you are not willing to let him.

***

You know him. You know him better then you know yourself, and you have known him long enough to know his tells when it comes to how he keeps his secrets. How he lets himself lie. You are the only person who is able to truly see The Doctor.

You would be lying if you said you weren't hurt by his sudden distance. He hadn't done this since he'd recently regenerated. When he'd been resentful of his new body, of the world, and of who he was now.

You had lost count of all of the times that you had followed the sound of grief and heartache and despair into the darkness of his bedroom. All the times he'd turned you away. All the times he'd left you out in the cold of the TARDIS hallways.

All the times he'd finally given in and allowed himself to be held.

You'd been longing to do that again. To be the one being held, to be reminded that he did indeed still love you. The Doctor always went on about having ''a duty of care'' for you and for Bill.

Did your self hatred overwhelm your duty of care, Doctor? Did the coward finally win?

When Bill and Nardole had disappeared, you had stayed behind with The Doctor when he'd attempted to read the Veritas. You had been right around the corner when you were alarmed by the sound of pained groaning coming from within the cage.

"Cardinal, it worked. I can see. Not well enough. Not yet."

Dread bubbled low in your stomach as you approached the cage from behind. Hadn't his blindness been cured? What was he talking about?

"Think about the universes. Whatever you need, you can always borrow." He blinked heavily. Once, twice, three times to try and clear the haze from over his eyes. You were standing just outside of his peripheral vision. He wouldn't be able to tell you were there. And after shutting you out, after days of nothing.. This upset you. This hurt. "As long as you pay it back. I just borrowed from my future. I get a few minutes of proper eyesight, but I lose something. Maybe all my future regenerations will be blind. Maybe I won't regenerate ever again. Maybe I'll drop dead in twenty minutes, but... I will be able to read this."

He slammed his hand on top of the Veritas. You weren't paying attention anymore. The next thing you knew, the lights were going out, and you were running to keep up with him even though he did not know you were there.

You tried not to let your hurt show. Or for him to hear it in your voice.

That would come later.

***

When all was said and done, you found him in the console room. He was still adjusting to learning how to identify when people were approaching based off of his other senses. It took The Doctor a moment to recognize the sound of footsteps approaching, but he did turn from his seat on the pilot's chair nearest to the console to where he thought you were standing.

He also didn't know that you were very aware he was still blind.

"Darling? Is that you? You should know that I always know it's you. Don't be coy."

"I'm mad at you."

His brow rose at that. "And why would that be?"

You walked forward to stand in the natural part of his legs. "For all of the times you have dragged me across the universe," You begin, swallowing your fear as you take both his hands and settle them on your hips while you settle in his lap. "For all the times I have had with you, the years I have known you. I never thought you'd be this thick."

The Doctor snorted. Did you not know this face? He was ridiculously thick headed.

"You should know by now that I am extremely thick," He argued, allowing his fingers to drift under the fabric of your cotton shirt and drum lightly against your hips. "Thick headed and arrogant and a selfish old man."

"An old man who forgot the first promise we ever made." You have yet to touch him. To properly touch him. ''Tell me. When did you forget?"

He struggled to keep hold of those memories. The early ones. When one has an infinite life, you do your best to hold onto what is precious.

"You can't." The Doctor had declared. It had been mere weeks since he'd regenerated, and he was so unsure, so scared. He did a remarkable job of hiding it. "You can't love me."

It was also the first time you'd properly been able to communicate how you felt to him. Eleven had called you, desperate and longing and begging you to understand, to remember that he's still The Doctor despite having a different face.

You had never had the courage to tell his younger face that you loved him. When Eleven had helped you to recognize the fear underneath that worn, aged face, you'd walked right back into the TARDIS and declared it with all the courage of a soldier facing a battlefield alone.

"I do love you. I have loved you. It took a while for me to recognize it, but I do. It's not a lie. It's not a trick or deception. It's me." You took your hand and placed it on his chest. He winced, though briefly, because this body was not quite ready to accept more physical contact than that. "Being brave."

"Promise me then. No secrets. No tricks." He murmured. You took the opportunity to close the gap of space between you, keeping your hand in its place as his grey eyes met yours. You shivered as he brought his own hand up to cradle your jaw. Your lips parted on their own accord as his eyes flickered down to them before slowly dragging his gaze upward to meet your own. "Promise me that you will keep them safe."

"Them?"

"Those fragile, beating things you've held in your hands since we met. Tell me," His breath fanned across your face as he hesitantly leaned inward. "What does it feel like to hold a Timelords hearts?"

"I asked you to keep me safe," The Doctor remarked. "That's not your job. It was an unrealistic promise."

"You're forgetting the beginning of that promise," You finally leaned inward enough that The Doctor could feel the rise and fall of your chest, the warmth of your breath against his cheek. He froze as you lightly tapped his sonic glasses. "No secrets. Take them off."

He did not move for almost a minute and a half. The Doctor knew that he should've seen this coming. He should've known you were clever enough to figure him out.

He removed one hand from under your shirt and removed the glasses willingly. Your heart hammered painfully hard in your chest as you were greeted with the familiar grey of his eyes. This time, however, they were cloudy. They were almost... dark.

"It never went away. I just didn't know how to properly tell you." The Doctor shrugged. "You deserve better. It's as I've said. Selfish old man, traveling across the universe with his best-"

He paused as you pressed a fingertip to his lips. The Doctor hummed and kissed your finger, reveling in the feeling of warmth tracing his face reverently.

"I wish you'd just told me." You murmured. You pressed yourself closer, dragging his hand up your hip until his thumb was pressing hard enough against your skin to feel your heartbeat. "You know me better than this. I love you. You have all my love."

"Even without my sight?" He asked. "I can't... I can't see you. And it's devastating."

That was a peculiar way to describe it. "What could be devastating about that?"

"You really don't know, do you?" He replied. You took both of his hands and slowly lifted them to your face, setting his thumbs against the curve of your lips. "It's hard to come to terms with the darkness winning when you've learned to love the light."

Oh.

"You can't see me," You whisper. You shiver as he drags his fingers across your mouth slowly, allowing them to travel across your face. "But you can learn how to find the light again. Darkness isn't forever."

You spent what felt like hours in silence after that. The Doctor allowed himself to drink in the warmth for the first time in ages, humming as you allowed him to relearn your face. The shape of your eyes. The sweep of your nose, the curve of your lips, the texture of your hair under his fingers.

When he was done, your breath caught as he tangled his fingers in your hair and dragged your head back just enough to expose the slope of your neck. "My love," His voice rumbled deep in his chest. "Tell me, what does it feel like?"

It took you a moment to find your voice as he lowered his head to drag his teeth across your pulse point, followed by the warmth of his lips that elicited a shiver from deep within you. "What does.. What does what feel like, Doctor?"

The last thing he says is, "Being the light." Before he's capturing your lips with his own, and the light overcomes the darkness once again.

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donutdrawsthings · 3 months

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When I listen to this song I always imagine it's 8, 13 and 15 singing (with 12 silently playing the guitar)

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sarahwatchesthings · 7 months

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Nardole: Officially licensed to kick the Doctor's arse.

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multific · 1 year

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Forgotten Memories

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Summary: You never truly knew what it was like to be forgotten.

You wouldn't say there was only one Doctor you loved.

You loved him. Not a version of him.

You met him a long long time ago.

You two fell in love during the adventures and rough times you have been through.

Then came a new one, he was a lot more chaotic, but he loved you the same. It was a bit more difficult for you than you thought it would be.

But you loved him.

If you were honest this Doctor had a lot higher sex drive. You noticed that after every dangerous situation, he pulled you to his bed, shower or bathtub. And you loved that. You enjoyed every moment you spent with him.

He made you laugh so much. For Christmas, you got him a new pair of Converse since he began to fall apart a while ago.

Then he had to go.

"I don't want to go. I am not ready to leave you." he said as you offered him a smile.

"I know, and it is okay. I know that no matter how you look like, you will always love me and I will always love you. We have made great memories, Doctor. We should be ready for new adventures."

Your smile never failed to calm him, even in this state.

You never left his side, waiting for him to change as you sat on the couch not too far from him.

When you saw the light, you closed your eyes.

Waiting for him to go through it before opening your eyes again.

You opened them and saw a man running around, mumbling before he finally noticed you.

"Oh, hi!"

"Hello!"

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You liked the new doctor. He looked handsome, he was fun and you even liked the bowtie.

However, he seemed to have forgotten about you.

He was convinced you were only a companion of his.

And no matter what you did, you couldn't make him remember. No matter what you said or did.

He was oblivious.

He brought you to places you have been before. It was as if you were completely deleted from his brain along with all memories you two made.

Not. A. Single. Thing.

He didn't even remember your name.

Then, you started to give up hope he would remember and tried to make new ones.

But it was difficult given he was back into his old ways of hiding his feelings and worries. Something you always hated.

"Do you really not remember that we have been here before?" you asked as he showed you the same castle.

"Have we?! When?"

"About... three years ago."

"Three years?! I have known you for that long? But you only appeared in my TARDIS two months ago!"

"I didn't appear. I was always there." you said as you watched the castle during the night. "We should probably go if you want to avoid meeting yourself."

And you two left.

The same night, you asked him to have dinner with you. Well, you say night but on the TARDIS time didn't exist.

"The day you met me, I was in a bad state. Very bad state. I was walking the streets aimlessly, trying to keep warm with moving when I saw the TARDIS at the time I thought it was a regular Police Box, I wanted to call for help. Although I had no idea what I would say, but I knew I needed help. Then, you opened the door and looked at me. I thought you were just someone using the box for a call. But you saved me. In more ways than one. You are everything to me. You showed me a part of life I would have never been able to see. I love you so much that I am willing to leave if that is what you want."

"Leave? I don't want you to leave."

"Then how do I make you fall in love with me again?"

"You did it once, I can feel a special connection, I believe you can do it again."

"I will need your help though. I can't do it all alone."

"I'll help. Yes, I will! I want to! I want you! YES! This is perfect! Oh, I always thought you would make a great wife! YES! We could get married."

"Silly, Time Lord..."

"Huh?"

"We are already married."

Speechless. Not happened many times. But now, he was speechless.

"Married?!"

"Yes, we got married ten years ago... hard to keep track of time but you have the calendar and TARDIS reminds us."

"How long have you known me?"

"Twenty years? Thirty years? Something like that."

"How old are you?" he looked beyond confused.

"Your last... You gave me a device of some kind. Like a chip. You said it basically slows down my ageing while you were looking for a more... permanent solution."

"This is so much. You are my barely ageing wife! Whom I met thirty years ago?!"

"Yes. You never forgot me. Ever, until now. Sure you forgot minor stuff but never my entire existence or the places we have been to."

"I-I need to remember! I forgot so much!"

"You don't have to force yourself." you smiled. "I'm just happy that at least you know now."

He then ran back to the control room, and looked at his buttons.

"WIFE?! And you didn't tell ME!" he yelled at TARDIS who decided to tilt ever so slightly making him fall against the railings.

"Don't fight please." you said to both of them.

"But, why did I forget?!"

From then on, it became his obsession. Trying to figure out how and why he forgot now suddenly.

It was his secondary mission as the first one was to get to know you. After all, he did miss out on thirty years.

The Doctor asked you to move back to his room, after all, it was both of yours.

And now he understood the changes and why he spent more time in there.

One time, he was returning to bed when he found you already asleep. You needed more sleep than he did, so it wasn't unusual for you to sleep while he didn't.

But that time, as he entered as if a cold bucket of water was thrown on him, he felt a memory come back.

It was you and him, in that same bed, laying naked as you laughed. He couldn't exactly recall the conversation but he remembered your smile and the feeling of your fingers running random patterns on his skin.

So, he didn't lose the memories of you, but rather they were locked away in his head for some reason.

And he may never know. But he started to remember more and more. Each one of your kisses triggered a new memory in him and all were amazing.

He one day remembered your wedding.

You two were on a planet, watching as the planet's two suns set at the same time. He glanced at you and noticed just how breathtaking you looked in the light orange and pink glow.

Then the memory of you walking towards him, promising him love until all time ends.

Oh just how he loved you. And the little twinkle in your eyes told him just how much you loved him.

"I don't remember everything, Love. But I remember most." he said during dinner one day. You just nodded.

You knew he was slowly starting to remember.

He started to use phrases or names that he often did before.

You were happy he remembered a couple things, it eased your mind and you felt like you can breathe easier.

"I remember our wedding. And wedding night." you wanted to slap his arm but the smirk on his face made you change your mind. Then his smirk turned into a smile. Such a kind and gentle smile.

"Of course, that is what you would remember...At least you remember."

"I do remember now why I fell in love with you though. I remember during our visit to Argonira, how you saved my life. I remember how you begged me not to die, not to dare to leave you. I remember you cried and it broke both of my hearts. I knew then, I would never be able to let you go."

"You told me that so many times and yet, it never fails to make my heart skip a beat." you smiled at him as he moved a little in his chair.

"I believe our tenth anniversary is coming up, a little blue birdy told me so."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, and I was thinking we could... go somewhere special."

"I'd like that."

He decided to bring you to the place you got married.

The planet however looked different.

"This is beautiful." you said, admiring the view.

"On Earth, today's the day we have met. When you almost ran into me as I was getting out of TARDIS. Today's the day I met you and I didn't even know back then that I fell in love with you. You are my everything. I would watch worlds burn before I want to see you hurt. You are just... I can't even put it into words." you took a step closer to him, letting him pull you into his arms as you put one of your hands around his neck, the other on his chest.

"You don't have to. I know exactly what you mean. Every time I tell you that I love you, I feel like the word 'love' is simply not enough to express how I truly feel towards you. And when our words fail us, we just have to show." you smiled and slowly pulled him down so his lips could meet yours.

"Happy anniversary, My Love."

"Happy anniversary, Doctor."

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Welcome!

I'll be writing imagines about the Eighth, Tenth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Doctors! (More may be added in the future)

A few rules:

I try to keep stories as neutral as possible (with one exception, see next bullet point) to allow more people to enjoy them, so any requests that specify gender will be made gender neutral.

I'll be really choosy about smut requests. Those will still use neutral pronouns, but reader descriptions may end up more specific depending on how graphic things get in the story (I will try to avoid that if possible though).

If the content of a request makes me uncomfortable, I will delete it.

I'm an American without anyone to Britpick, so if you notice anything obviously American, let me know!

Mainly, please be kind and patient. I work and have responsibilities, so I won't always have time to post regularly.

Masterlists:

Eight

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

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Doctor Who masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

Ninth Doctor

Comforting Touch ♤♡

Thirteenth Doctor

Almost Siblings ♡

cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day ♡

What Dies Doesn't Always Stay Buried ♤♡

Gold Dust Woman ♤

Dhawan! Doctor

put on your records and regret me ♤♡

Rose Tyler

Overprotective Older Sister ♤♡

Martha Jones

Worried For You ♡

River Song

Bored In Captivity ♡

Clara Oswald

Hiding Away ♤♡

Lady Oswald ♧

Simm! Master

The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇

The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇

you're a cowboy like me ♤♡

The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇

Missy/Gomez! Master

The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇

Oral Exam ♧

Side Effects Include ♡

Kiss Of Doom ♡♤

The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇

Pay Attention ♧

What Dies Doesn't Always Stay Buried ♤♡

The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇

Dhawan! Master

The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇

The One Who Rocks My World ♡

The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇

Change of Plans ♡

I feel a lavender haze creepin' up on me ♡

The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇

Whittaker! Master

my house of stone, your ivy grows ♡

put on your records and regret me ♤

Burning Red ♡

The Toymaker

Wanna Hippopotamus for Christmas ♡

The Toymaker losing a game to a reader who wants to dance with him ◇

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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months

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Twelfth Doctor NSFW Alphabet

Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Twelve doesn’t like to sit still for too long, even after sex. He does like to cuddle, and one of his favourite things is tracing your palm lines while his head rests on your shoulder, but he can only relax like that for about an hour at most before he’s itching to go do something- usually shower with you or tinker with some sort of alien tech.

He also likes to listen to music after sex- soft instrumental music. Sometime’s he’ll play with your fingers and read you an excerpt of a book he’s reading if he’s wanting to do something but also cuddle with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself are his ears. He loves having them kissed and stimulated, but he also just likes the way they look on him. Twelve’s favourite body part on his partner is usually their ankles. The man is obsessed with a pretty ankle.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Twelve goes absolutely feral when he sees his cum dripping off from your skin. Chest, chin, back, ass- wherever.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not for everyone (and not for Raz either) but I feel like Twelve would like- enjoy giving foot massages a little too much. Something about the view up your legs, the curve of your skin and the way you moan under his touch when he rubs a stubborn knot out of the sole of your foot. Just drives him wild. He just has a little bit of a thing for feet.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Twelve is not that experienced. He doesn’t fuck on a whim, he fucks for love and companionship- so he’s not had many one-night stands or anything like that, but he’s a fast learner and one of the things that he enjoys the most about a new relationship is finding out exactly how to make his partner melt for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Twelve’s favourite position is having you ride him. He loves to put his hands on your ass and watch you pleasure yourself on him. He finds the sight of you like that spectacularly erotic- particularly when he grips you tight and decides to fuck up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends. Twelve can be serious, but he can be goofy too. If he’s feeling self-conscious, he’s definitely going to be a little goofier in order to distract himself and his partner from his insecurities.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Twelve doesn’t really care for pubic maintenance hair-wise. He just lets the hair do what it wants, but he makes sure to keep it clean, of course.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Again, it depends on how insecure he’s feeling. If he’s feeling confident, he’s very suave and romantic, but if he’s feeling insecure, he can be a bit awkward, too. If he’s feeling dominant, though, he’s not very romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Twelve only really masturbates when he’s really, really desperate. He doesn’t really have time to, otherwise. Always flitting about from one thing to the next.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Twelve has a daddy kink. He also as I mentioned before, has a mild thing for feet, and he really likes to choke his partners. That rush sends pleasure up his spine and makes his brain tingle.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Up against the wall is his favourite place to do it. Second to that is over the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Twelve is turned on by music, sometimes. As in, bassy guitar riffs and lyrics to match. If you wear lipstick, a deep shade of red will also get him going, too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Gun and knife play are big no-no’s and he’s not big on cnc, either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preference is to give. There’s nothing like being trapped between his lovers’ thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally speaking, Twelve likes to be slower and more gentle, but he’s not opposed to a good hard fuck either if the mood strikes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Twelve is a big fan of quickies. The amount of times he’s fucked you in a broom closet between lunch and the oncoming alien incursion has been innumerable.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Twelve is all about risk in the bedroom. He’s keen to try things, learn things, experience things. As long as they don’t put you in danger, he is game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Twelve can go three to four rounds before he needs to take a break, but that doesn’t mean he’s not game to eat you out between them either, though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Twelve is a big fan of toys. He makes them for you- manages to make sure they are attuned to you specifically and what gives you pleasure. He loves to watch you use a toy and work it inside yourself or on yourself that he’s made with his own hands.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Twelve is a huge tease. Both with touches, caresses but then with orgasms too. He’s not opposed to seeing how many times he can edge you before you break your last record.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Twelve isn’t super loud, but he’s not quiet either. He moans a lot and tends to suck in his breath, too when something feels particularly good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you lick, nibble or suck on his ear lobe, he will be complete putty in your hands. Just brushing over the shell or whispering in his ear will do the trick too, to be honest.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

For an older body, he’s surprisingly toned. Not a six-pack or anything, but he’s got the beginnings of some muscle firmness under the soft belly. In terms of his dick, though, he’s rather long and pale, and there is a vein that runs along the left-hand side that pulses blue.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Twelve’s sex drive is a bit sporadic. He will go through a period of time where he’s not in the mood, and then it will all suddenly hit at once and all he will want to do for the next two weeks is fuck your brains out.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

Barely ever. Twelve doesn’t really sleep a lot, and he doesn’t fall asleep after sex very often at all.

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Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe Relationships with the Doctors (9- 13) - Doctor Who Preference (Doctor Who)

Title: Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe Relationships with the Doctors

Characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Twelfth Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor

Word Count: 5,784 words

Warning(s): (Ninth's) self-esteem issue, argument, mention of injury, (Tenth's) fear of abandonment, (Eleventh's) argument, (Twelfth's) self-esteem issue, abandonment, (Thirteenth's) family issues

Author's Note: I know I write these using Taylor Swift songs a lot, but she's a very good artist to test the waters with.

**This is written as if each Doctor is a separate story, not all connected.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order

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Ninth Doctor:

The Archer

I've been the archer I've been the prey Who could ever leave me darling... But who could stay?

"Don't."

I was stunned when he spoke. Well, I was less stunned by the fact that he spoke and more stunned by what he had said.

"What," I asked, forcing a chuckle.

We had just gotten done with another trip. It was a rough one. But it had ended well. Everyone survived. That was what mattered.

Now, I was stood in the console room, maybe a few inches from the Doctor. I thought this was going to be it. The moment that it all changed for us.

"Don't do this," he said, stepping back.

I froze, watching him walk around the console.

It was silent. For a while. A long while. It took me time to gather my thoughts as he fiddled around with pieces of the console.

"I-I'm sorry," I finally muttered. "I thought... I thought we were..."

"I can't," he replied.

"Can't," I asked. "Not don't? But can't?"

He grinned to himself. "Always catching my wording."

"Doctor..."

He looked at me. He didn't say anything. It was like a silent warning. Or a message that he didn't want to discuss it. I stepped toward him. A silent response that I wanted to know.

"You ran off with a strange man in a box," he said. "That's all I should be to you."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You deserve a normal life," he continued. "A normal relationship with a normal man. Maybe someone who works in an office. Then, have a normal life and a normal job and a normal marriage-"

I reached over and grabbed his hand. "I have plenty of time to decide whether or not normal is in the cards for me. Right now, I don't want that. I want to be with you."

He raised an eyebrow at me, looking at me through the corner of his eye.

"Because I have feelings for you," I added.

He moved his hand, holding it properly. "And when I let you down?"

"'When'," I asked.

"I will eventually."

"What?"

He stepped away from me. I grabbed his arm before he could. He looked at my hand.

"I don't give a shit about what you think you're going to do," I said. "You have no way to actually know that because you can't travel in your own timeline."

He seemed to bite back a chuckle. "I need to stop teaching you things."

"Too late," I grinned. "Now, Doctor... can I please take you out to dinner?"

There was another pause. He was weighing the chances. The first completely careful decision since I met him.

He finally nodded. "I'd like that."

Stay, Stay, Stay

Stay, stay, stay I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad But I think that it's best if we both stay

"I have every reason to slap you across the face right now."

"Oh, is there a list?"

I clenched my jaw at his attitude.

There was one thing about the Doctor that I found to be unchanging. He was willing to do anything that could impact an entire planet without saying a single word or giving you any information. And at times, that pissed me off.

"Oh, for the love," I muttered. "You are such a-"

"A what," he asked. I felt my confidence fading. "Go on, what am I?"

"A prick!"

"Ooo, very creative," he sassed.

"Oh, shut up," I shouted. "For the love of God, let me be angry without making some stupid joke out of it! Because I can tell that when you do that, you have nothing to say because you know what you did was wrong!"

"Oh, do I?"

"Yes!"

"How so?"

"Because you have no defense, no reasoning," I said. "You've got an ego and no ability to admit you messed up!"

"I saved those people-"

"You know very well that I am not upset about that!"

"Then, what is it?"

"You didn't communicate with me," I yelled. "You kept me in the dark when you took a risk that could've backfired in a matter of moments!"

"You would've talked me out of it!"

"You have no proof of that! You just don't like being questioned!"

The Doctor didn't speak up after that. I just sighed and sat on one of the benches, tucking my head in my hands.

There was a long moment of silence before he moved to sit down next to me.

"Do you... Do you want to leave," he asked quietly.

"No," I muttered, leaning back in my seat. "Of course, I don't."

He nodded.

"I... I need you to talk to me," I continued, looking at him. "We see situations like that almost every day. I can't run into stuff like that if I know that you don't see us as equals."

"I do see you as an equal."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I... I'll do better," he promised. "You're right."

I placed my hand on my chest in fake shock.

"Shut up," he added.

I grinned, letting my hand fall.

"I want you to stay."

"I'd hope so," I replied, leaning against his shoulder. "Because you're stuck with me."

"I think I'm alright with that."

peace

But there's robbers to the east Clowns to the West I'd give you my sunshine Give you my best But the rain is always gonna come If you're standing with me

I slowly walked over and sat next to the Doctor on the metal steps. He was glaring at the wall. It was like he was building up walls in his mind. Brick by brick.

I didn't force him to speak. I just wrapped an arm around him, leaning on his shoulder.

That seemed to shock him back into reality because he suddenly moved back, looking at me. I grinned at him, sadly. His hand reached over and touched my side. I closed my eyes for a moment. There was a fresh bruise forming from where I got hit during our last trip.

"This keeps happening," he muttered. "I keep getting you hurt."

I shook my head. "I got myself hurt."

"No-"

"I jumped into that fight," I stopped him. "I did that on my own."

"To try and protect me."

"It was still my decision," I said. "I jumped into the fight, that creature was the one to hit me. You're not at fault for any of this."

He pulled his hand away and closed his eyes, looking away from me. I leaned on his shoulder again.

"All I've done is gotten you hurt. You could have some kind of normal life without me-"

"Oh, bullshit," I scoffed, leaning away from him again. His eyes went wide. "You have given me the best period of my life. I wouldn't trade that for the world because you made it all worth it."

I poked his chest as I said "you" the second time, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at me before leaning back slightly.

"You are an amazing man and if staying with you to experience the wonders of time and space means a few bumps and bruises, then I am happy paying that price," I continued. "Because it's you."

I barely caught sight of the small grin on his face. I pointed at him.

"I saw that."

"What?"

"I saw you smile," I said before jumping up from my spot. "Now, come on. I will not have you sit here and be angry with yourself. Because look at me. I'm fine. I am alive and I am happy and that is all because of you."

The Doctor stood up and suddenly pulled me into a hug.

"I'm happy here," I promised. "Without the normal."

"Yeah, so am I," he muttered, hugging me a little tighter.

Tenth Doctor:

Begin Again

'Cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end But on a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again

I had long given up on the chance of me being special. I assumed that I was meant for average. Average education, average job, average life.

And then, I met the Doctor and all of that changed.

He took me from my average life. He let me entertain the idea that I was something more than just an average person. That I had a real purpose. I was more than the way other people viewed me.

I think knowing that he saw me as something more than just a human is part of the reason that I developed feelings for him.

I tried to ignore it at first. The two of us were friends. At most. I didn't have time to address those ideas.

And then, we were captured.

We were sitting next to each other in a cell. Not talking much. I was waiting for the Doctor's plan.

"It's times like this that I miss the whole 'bigger on the inside' concept," I muttered.

The Doctor and I looked at each other for a moment before he slowly started laughing. I grinned to myself as he leaned his head against the wall.

He looked over at me when his laughter died down.

I don't know why I decided to do it. I just did. I leaned over and pressed my lips to his gently.

It wasn't until he kissed me back that I let my thoughts drift. The idea that this was all going to work. That I deserved this.

The Doctor cupped the side of my face moments before he leaned back.

"What was that for," he asked.

"Just... Just because I wanted to," I said quietly. He smiled at me. "Get us out of here and I'll do it again."

He chuckled before standing up. "You've got yourself a deal."

Lover

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

I let out a laugh as the Doctor twirled the pair of us in a circle. He started jumping around the console excitedly, rambling about wherever he wanted us to go.

I watched him go through his whole speech with a grin on my face.

I found myself zoning out after a while, just watching him being completely caught up in his excitement. I think he noticed after a while. He noticed the lovestruck look sitting on my face.

"Are you alright," he asked, walking over to me. His excitement had turned into worry.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine."

He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "What is it?"

"Nothing, nothing," I shook my head.

"(Y/n)?"

"I just... I love you," I said softly. "A lot."

He grinned at me for a moment before cupping the sides of my face and kissing me. It was quick. More of a peck than anything else. I was just a little bit stunned when he leaned back.

It was the first time that I had said it. I had been thinking it

"I love you too," he mumbled.

A smile broke out on my face.

"Like a lot," he continued. "Honestly, it's getting a bit ridiculous. I'm starting to think-"

"Alright, alright," I laughed, waving him off.

The Doctor chuckled back before stepping back toward the console. "We should take a special trip for this. Some place that we'll remember."

"Anywhere you want," I replied.

"Oh, no," he shook his head. "You follow me every day. It's my turn to follow you. Your choice."

I grinned, walking over to kiss him again. "I love you so much, you madman."

"I love you too," he muttered, kissing my cheek. "So much more than you'll ever know."

Come Back... Be Here

And this is when the feeling sinks in I don't wanna miss you like this Come back, be here, come back, be here

I tried not to count the days after the Doctor left me. He had promised a few hours at most, but what I experienced was weeks of loneliness. I was left in my home that now felt bigger than the TARDIS. I was left without any answers, and I was losing hope.

It was a month after he left that there was a knock on my door.

I pulled open the door to see the Doctor standing there. He had a smile on his face. He clearly had no idea how long it had truly been since I had last seen him. My mouth fell open in shock and I felt tears form in my eyes.

His smile fell when he saw that.

"What happened," he asked. "What's wrong?"

"You said a few hours," I muttered, desperately holding in my tears.

"I did," he nodded. "A few hours-"

"It's been weeks," I cut him off.

"What?"

"You left me here, alone for weeks."

He stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his torso. I hid my face in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm so, so sorry."

"I thought you abandoned me."

"I know," his thumb drew circles on my back. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll make this all better. I promise. I'll make it up to you."

I didn't say anything. I just hugged him tighter.

"I'm sorry."

Eleventh Doctor:

Haunted

He will try to take away my pain And he just might make me smile But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead

After the Doctor had regenerated, things were tense. I tried to deny it for as long as possible, but it wasn't truly worth the effort. Amy had only been around for a little while and even she could see it.

I thought I had been hiding it from the Doctor well. I was still doing all of the things that had become normal for us. Well, I thought I had.

"Can we talk about something," the Doctor asked after Amy had gone down one of the hallways.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I nodded, walking over. "What's going on?"

He tensed for a moment, looking at me. "Are we okay?"

"Yeah," I replied immediately. "Yeah."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Might be new eyes, but I still know when you're lying to me."

I looked away from him.

"It's the face, isn't it," he asked. I closed my eyes. "The new face."

"Stop it-"

"Do you think I don't see it," he cut me off. "You avoid eye contact, you won't hug me, you seem like you're in pain every time I speak-"

"Stop it-"

"If you really can't stand that I changed, then leave-"

"I am trying," I yelled.

There was a pause. The silence was suffocating.

"I am trying," I repeated. "But it is like looking at a ghost. His words are coming out of your mouth. I look at you and expect to see the same man that I ran away with. Every day, I look at you and get reminded that you changed. That every cell in your body was just different. I had a history with the old you. A history and a relationship. You... You're a complete stranger that knows everything about me, and that's hard to deal with. I would give anything to have him back. I know that's not possible, but it's hard to ignore that nagging feeling. I'm trying to accept you... it's just not easy. I'm sorry, but I'm trying."

The Doctor just stared at me for a moment. I closed my eyes again, tilting my head down toward the grated floor of the TARDIS. I heard him walking closer to me. Slowly, like he was waiting for me to move away.

"I have changed my face many times," he said softly. "It has always been normal for me. Sometimes, I forget it's not normal for you. I'm sorry."

I shook my head. He reached out and took my hands. I lifted my gaze to look at him. He forced a soft grin. It was meant to be comforting. I had noticed that about this form of him, a soft grin with sad eyes.

"Every cell of who I was changed," he continued. "But how I felt about you did not. What I experienced with you did not. I'm different, yes, but I still love you."

I nodded. I wanted to say it back. I just couldn't yet. I still had to get used to his new face. To adjust to the change in what was around me.

He leaned his forehead against mine, running his thumbs over my knuckles. It was a quiet promise that he understood and was willing to wait for me.

Which was all I could ask for.

Fearless

'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless And I don't know why but with you I'd dance In a storm in my best dress, fearless

"I hope you realize how bad of an idea this is."

I looked up from the cell's lock to look at the Doctor. He was sitting there in handcuffs in a damn alien prison. I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head at him.

"I could always leave you here and escape with Amy and Rory on my own," I offered. "Since this was such a bad idea."

"No, no, no," he stood up, walking closer to the door. "It was a great idea. Amazing even. You deserve an award-"

"Shush," I chuckled, before unlocking the door.

He walked out and held out his arms. "Where'd you find my sonic screwdriver?"

"There were two guards playing with it because they didn't understand what it was," I shrugged as I unlocked the handcuffs. "Getting this was the easiest thing."

"Well, thank you," he replied, grabbing the screwdriver from my hand before starting to walk down the hall.

"Wrong way," I said.

"What?"

"Since you're in the back corner, the guards are going to come from only that direction," I explained before grabbing his hand and dragging him with me. "Come on."

The Doctor seemed a little bit shocked but followed me regardless. The TARDIS had been tucked away in an empty corner. I shoved the Doctor inside and slammed the door behind us.

"When did you-"

"Learned from you," I cut him off. I jogged over to the console and got us out of the prison.

Once we were all just floating in space, I turned back to the Doctor with a small smirk. He was just kind of blinking at me.

"Doctor?"

"You... You put yourself in a lot of danger," he replied. I nodded. "Don't do that again. Not for me. If I get captured like that, you run."

"No," I said simply.

"What?"

"I'm not going to run when I know that I can help you," I shrugged. "When have I ever operated that way? Ever?"

His jaw clenched. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You're welcome, by the way."

He sighed, looking down for a moment. "Thank you. And I'm sorry."

I nodded.

He walked forward and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back, taking note of him sighing and relaxing slightly.

"I love you," he mumbled into my ear. "I know I'm protective... overbearing, maybe. But it's because I love you."

"I... I love you too."

"What," he leaned back, holding onto my upper arms. I chuckled at his shock. "Don't laugh at me. Say that again."

"I love you too."

It was the first time I had gotten the words out since he had regenerated. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. It felt like the world had fallen into place. I was reminded of why I had decided to travel with him.

I pulled away a few moments later, holding the sides of his face.

"I'd follow you anywhere," I promised. "I always have and always will. I'm so sorry that I've closed you off."

He grinned and leaned his forehead against mine. "It's okay."

I grinned back.

"Say it again," he mumbled. "Please."

"I love you."

His smile grew. "I love you too."

Call It What You Want

All my flowers grew back as thorns Windows boarded up after the storm He built a fire just to keep me warm

I smiled as the Doctor kissed my forehead and started running ahead of Clara and me to look at the different booths lining the street.

"So..."

"So...," I copied Clara's tone.

"How did... that happen," she motioned between me and the Doctor. "If you don't mind me asking."

"No, no, not at all," I shook my head. "Well, I met him a few years ago now. I... I was an asshole, really. I was not very nice to him. I was closed off and defensive. But he put up with me. And he wore me down and... we fell for each other."

"That's it?"

"What detail are you looking for," I chuckled. "I'm sorry, but there are some details that you do not need."

"No, no, not like that," she shook her head. "I just... when did you know?"

"Oh... well...," I mumbled. "He knew before I did, really. He kissed me long before I realized what I was feeling."

"What, he just jumped right into it?"

"Jumped is a harsh word, but almost," I laughed. "I had no idea what to call what was happening. I just... let it happen."

"So, he fell head over heels, and you had no idea what was happening?"

"Pretty much."

She laughed. "That's so fitting for both of you."

I elbowed her lightly.

"You two look like you're having fun," the Doctor commented as he walked back over. He kissed the side of my head. "I found something for you."

"Oh?"

He held out a pen to me.

"A pen?"

"A very cool pen," he explained. "Ink changes color at will, the pen tip can change forms, all sorts of things you can do with this pen."

"A very cool pen," I nodded, taking it from him. "Thank you."

He grinned.

Clara was just watching us interact. "You had no idea?"

"Shut up."

"No idea about what?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does," Clara argued.

"Find anything else interesting," I asked the Doctor.

He grabbed my hand and nodded, pulling me along the road. I stuck my tongue out at Clara as I followed. She copied me as she caught up.

Name or no name, I was happy with what the Doctor and I had. I always had been and I had a suspicion that I always would be.

Twelfth Doctor:

You Are in Love

And for once you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough

Clara walked out of the TARDIS with a wave.

I was leaning against the console. The Doctor walked back over, going around me to start leaving.

"You seem distracted," he said.

I hummed, snapping out of my thoughts.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I shrugged. "I'm just thinking."

"Awful idea."

"Shut up," I laughed.

I held out a hand to him. He furrowed his eyebrows. I opened and closed it a few times. He reached out and grabbed my hand, letting me pull him over until he was standing just in front of me. I took his other hand, holding both of his hands in mine.

"I love you," I said softly.

It was the first time I had muttered the words to this version of him. I felt like I needed to find out who he was all over again. But I knew now. I was still in love with him.

"Excuse me," he asked.

"I... I love you."

I was second-guessing myself now. I had fallen for this version, but I didn't question if this version of him had fallen for me.

"Your silence is making me feel a little silly."

"You love me? Even now... with all the wrinkles and the gray hair."

"I thought we established that I didn't care about that," I said. "You're still you, Doctor. That's all there is to it. I love you, Doctor. In whatever form you up in."

He closed his eyes for a moment.

"And you can't force me to change that."

"I love you too," he muttered. I smiled.

"Good," I kissed his cheek. "Now... where are we going next?"

New Year's Day

Don't read the last page But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared And you're turning away

"You could leave."

I looked over at the Doctor. Clara was off on a phone call. It was just the two of us by the TARDIS.

It was just after he had regenerated. After the strangely childish man with sad eyes turned into the man that showed his years and anger on his face.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't want to leave."

"Why not," he asked. "I'm not the man you knew. Look at me."

"You took off a mask," I replied. "You're different, but you're still you."

"You aren't afraid? That I'm too different. That I've changed too much to be the man you knew."

"Of course, I'm afraid," I crossed my arms over my chest. "That doesn't matter to me. Because you... the last version of you wouldn't want me to blindly walk away because I'm scared. He'd want me to stay. And I want to stay."

I reached over and took his hand.

"I'm staying," I continued. "Through the messes and emergencies and adventures. You're stuck with you, madman. Get used to it."

He grinned, chuckling to himself. "I'll need someone to keep me out of trouble."

"Oh no... I follow you into trouble. Until the end."

"Don't say that."

"Fine," I muttered. "Doesn't change that I meant it."

"Thank you."

I just nodded. "You're welcome... madman."

Forever & Always

Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy? I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure

It had clearly been tense.

Clara was supposedly home with Danny. Supposedly was the keyword in that sentence. Missy had told the Doctor that Gallifrey was back where it belonged.

I didn't know where I stood now.

"Clara's home," I said as the Doctor messed with the console. "What about you?"

"I go back to Gallifrey," he replied. "Help them, maybe."

I grinned. "Like your title's sake."

He grinned back at me.

"What about me," I asked. "Where do I go now that your people are back?"

"It hasn't changed how I feel about you."

"That doesn't mean I can go with you," I shrugged. "A human on Gallifrey soil. Doesn't work, Doctor."

"It can," his eyes went wide. Like he was suddenly having an idea. "I know exactly what to do."

"You never know exactly-"

"I have an idea of what to do."

"Better."

"All you need to do is listen to me," he replied. I nodded. He cupped the sides of my face. "This is going to be brilliant."

I let the smile on my face grow. He started running around the TARDIS. He pressed buttons and flipped levers until the TARDIS came to a pretty sudden landing.

"Where are we," I asked.

He motioned toward the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. He just exaggerated the motion.

I chuckled before walking out.

I was confused when my feet hit the sidewalk. I looked down as the door shut behind me. I took a few steps forward, looking around. It just looked like Earth. Why would he make such a big deal out of Earth?

I was about halfway into the road when I heard the TARDIS's engine starting up. I turned around.

"Doctor," I called. It started disappearing in front of me. "No, no, no."

I ran over, but it was already too far gone for me to grab onto it.

"No, no," I repeated. "You said there was a way! You can't just abandon me here!"

He couldn't hear me. I knew that.

"You coward! You said you had a plan!"

I looked down when I felt tears fill my eyes.

Everything I loved was gone. I had no one here waiting for me. I was completely alone. I lost it all in one chain of events.

And it was the Doctor's fault.

Thirteenth Doctor:

invisible string

A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons Wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you

"I feel like I've known you forever."

I was sitting on the TARDIS floor as the Doctor on some part of the engine. It was nice. A nice, slow day for both of us.

"Why's that," she asked, still focused on the engine.

"Don't know," I shrugged. "It just feels like I was drawn to you. Like how you had that feeling when you asked me to travel with you. It's like any of the past mistakes I've made or bad things that have happened don't matter because I was tied to you through all of it."

The Doctor slid away from the engine so she could look at me. I grinned at her.

"Are you suggesting it was destiny," she asked.

"Kinda... I guess," I shrugged. "I only really know one thing. I... I love you, Doctor."

I let out a shocked noise when she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I chuckled against her lips before adjusting so the kiss was more comfortable. She pulled away slowly, leaning her forehead on mine.

"I love you too," she muttered.

I smiled even wider.

"I've... I've gotta finish this work, but then, I'll find an amazing place for us to go and celebrate this all."

"Want me to wait here?"

"Want me to teach you some stuff about the TARDIS engine?"

I excitedly nodded before going to sit next to her.

Listening to her ramble on and on about the engine was one of the best times of my life. She was so excited. I tried to understand all of it because this was perfect. Perfect for me.

If this was some kind of fate, then I was perfectly happy with that.

Paper Rings

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want

I had never craved death more than when I introduced the Doctor to my family. Not because of the Doctor. She did great. However, they were awful.

There was so much that I hadn't wanted the Doctor to know. Old relationships and mistakes that could change she looked at me. I hated the idea that I would suddenly be shunned by the one person that I genuinely gave a shit about.

I had stormed out of the house, going back toward the TARDIS.

I sat down next to the door when I realized that I couldn't get in without a key. I looked up when I heard footsteps.

"I was worried about you," the Doctor said. "Your mom was just very talkative."

I looked down at my lap.

"Stand up," she continued. "Let's head inside."

I nodded and stood up. I followed her into the TARDIS, still wanting to just implode instead of facing the consequences of what happened.

I stood near the door, looking down with my arms crossed over my chest. The Doctor moved around the console, messing with levers and such. After a while, she walked over to me.

"Y'know, I've had my share of weird family experiences," she said. "I've been slapped and yelled at. Accepted or hated. Your family's stories didn't bother me."

I took a deep breath, not speaking.

She leaned down so she fell into my line of sight. "And I don't care how they want me to see you."

I looked up, leading her to stand up straight.

"Because I've seen you and I know you," she continued. "And you are amazing. One of the best things in my life."

I grinned a little. "Really?"

She nodded.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me, Doctor," I muttered as my forehead rested against hers. She smiled at me. "It's like nothing else matters when I'm with you."

She pecked my lips again before stepping away from me completely.

"Where are we going now," I asked, following her to the console.

"Somewhere lovely," she replied. "A lovely place for the both of us."

I nodded. "I like the sound of that."

Run

And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go where our eyes can take us Go where no one else is, run

Meeting the Doctor had been a mistake.

My friends and I had ended up caught in an emergency situation that the Doctor had been trying to stop. It wasn't all that surprising that our paths crossed.

The Doctor was dropping my friends and me off. I was the last to be sent home. I was just getting to my door.

"Hey!"

I stopped and turned back. The Doctor was leaning out the door of her spaceship (I didn't know it was called a TARDIS at the time).

"You know... there's a lot of space in here," she said. "If you wanted, you could join."

"Why me," I asked, tilting my head.

"I don't know, really," she shrugged. "Just have a good feeling."

I chuckled and looked down.

"What do you say?"

"I...," I paused for a moment. "Yes."

"Come on then!"

The Doctor ran inside, making me laugh before running off to follow her. When I closed the door behind me, the Doctor was standing next to the console. I stood completely still, too scared to touch anything.

"So... you've got all of time and space... where do you wanna go?"

I blinked at her a few times as I thought about it. She raised an eyebrow at me.

I took a deep breath before speaking, "Whatever will have the most adventure. Give me an escape from the ordinary."

She smiled a little wider. "As you wish."

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A/N: unbelievably, this is the first actual piece of Doctor Who writing not counting the dogshit on my wattpad account we’ll all pretend that doesnt exist fr so please be nice x

Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve x gender neutral!reader

The Doctor x Short!Reader

- is cheeky about it but not outright mean, unless he’s in one of his God-humans-are-the-fucking-worst moods

“Honestly, it’s like you idiots are TRYING to wipe your own planet out of existence, and you, well, you can't even reach the top of your own cupboards! What use are any of you?!”

- you’re literally on his side and think the human race sucks but ok go off, way to throw us all under the bus lol

- he’ll apologize afterwards if you’re clearly upset or if he thinks he went too far

- most of the time it’s very lighthearted jabs at your height

- always waits a few seconds before helping you reach something because he thinks it’s funny and also very sweet but he won't dare admit that

- as much as he convinces himself and everyone he encounters that your height is solely something he finds hilarious on occasion, he can't help feeling a little more protective of you, like your smaller form makes you more likely to break

- very much still recovering from the Time War, he’s prone to overthinking disaster scenarios, especially when it comes to you

“Stay behind me. These creatures can't be trusted at the best of times.”

- but you always find a way to spin it into something more lighthearted, to ease his mind

“I’m a smaller target than you, so I like my chances! Perhaps it’s you that should stay behind me?”

- won't make fun unless he knows for a fact you’re comfortable with it

- as soon as he finds out you are, he makes jokes only in a very lighthearted way

- also comes up with cute nicknames to use when you’ve done something that’s impressed him, like saved a civilization or two while he was busy being broody and hot or something

“Oh, you little star!”

- generally speaking, he doesnt really care about your height, but he does find it endearing

- he’ll never see it as a point of weakness

- if he ever finds you struggling to reach something or down in the dumps about clothes not fitting you right because of your smaller proportions, he’s always right there to lift your chin back up and remind you of the wonderful person you are, that your stature holds no sway over how brilliant you are, especially not to him

“Some of the most mighty species in all the galaxies are the smallest ones you’ll find, some don't even have physical bodies big enough to detect with the human eye! Each and every one is perfectly unique in their own way, and you are no different. The stars you’ve seen in the night skies all your life, are they any less magical for appearing so small?”

“No…”

“Exactly! And, you know, the more humans I meet, the more I realize how similar you are to Time Lords.”

“In what way?”

- and then he’s grinning down at you, all giddy about getting to use the line he loves hearing more than any other

“You’re all so much bigger on the inside.”

- will make a joke about your height to test the water

- if your reaction tells him you’re not okay with it, he’ll feel guilty for the rest of eternity and never do it again

- but if you laugh with him or roll your eyes with a smile, he’ll grin like he’s accomplished something great, cracked some impossible code, and he will wear that like a badge of honor

- regardless of the fact you’ve made it clear he is allowed to make fun of your height, if anyone else does it in front of him, he doesn't like it

“Well, surely the smallest one should be sent in first, their loss would be the least noticeable!”

- and the Doctor is straight up, clapping his hands together and pointing in all directions as he lays out the plan of action very clearly to all involved, ending it by pointing at the man who dared make fun of you

“Now, you. From what I gather, jokes are supposed to be funny- supposed to land laughs with the nearest crowd; clearly you missed that memo, but that’s fine. Depending on (Y/N)’s reaction to your poor excuse for a joke, I’ve got a snowglobe with a blackhole suspended within it that I think you’d fit just perfectly in. (Y/N)?”

- the man looks terrified, and you try your best to refrain from laughing at him as you raise an eyebrow in dramatic silence

“Jury’s still out, see if he survives this first.”

the Doctor claps his hands again. “Cool! I’m never saying that again, but it would be very uncool of me to have to trap you inside a snowglobe that would tear you atom from atom in a continuous, brutal cycle, so consider that a warning.”

- takes the ABSOLUTE piss, don't ever think he won't

- will 110% pretend he can't see you and stare right over your head

- will 1000% make up short-based nicknames all the time

“Hello there, Short Round.”

“Really showing your age with that one.”

“Oh, what was that? A tiny and insignificant mouse, or perhaps it was the wind, arguing with me?”

- you’d think in all his whimsical, magical, time-travelling glory with his constant bustling about and his mind going a mile a minute in the most erratic fashion possible, he wouldn't notice your height, let alone find the time to make a joke in literally any setting, but oh boy, does he

“Is everyone clear on their roles in my carefully laid out plan, because I know that the accent can be difficult, but if I have to explain it again I think I’d rather do everything myself and you can all sit here with (Y/N) and applaud me when I get back.”

“Wait, sit here with me? Why aren't I coming with you?!”

“Because you’re-”

- he gestures to you with his hands, up and down, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you’re sighing because you already know what he’s referring to

“What does my height have to do with anything?!”

“You’re all compact, like a foldable deckchair or one of those raincoats that turns into a conveniently sized pouch. It’s frankly distracting and my pockets are full so you cant sit in any of them.”

- he never laughs at his own jokes but sometimes he makes you WHEEZE with the inventive short jokes he comes up with

- similarly to Nine, though, he also can't help viewing you as more breakable, not only because you’re a human, but a very short one, too

- despite him completely understanding the biology of humans, he is convinced that a papercut on you is the same as an average-sized person getting stabbed

- so yes, he takes the piss at absolutely every chance he gets, but if he sees someone else trip you up by accident or hand you a piece of paper and it cuts your finger in the most barely noticeable way, he will be a GRUMP

- consider the paper in your hands stolen, read very passive aggressively, then scrunched up into a ball, possibly chewed or ripped apart or even thrown on the floor and stamped on

- consider the person who accidentally hurt you the subject of his rage until they are out of his sight. every time they speak, they’re met with a “Shut it!”

- and you’re like “Doctor, there’s really no need-”

“That IMBECILE tripped you up approximately 3 AND A HALF HOURS AGO, and you think I’m overreacting? You could have DIED!”

- such a drama queen

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