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arting-block · 1 year

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 11th Doctor x F!Reader

❝𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦.❞

Summary: The Doctor doesn't need sex, just you

Warnings: Grinding, P in V sex, hints of sub!Doctor

Words: 1K

A/N: HAHAHA I'm back!! I had this scenario rotting in my brain and I needed to get it out. This does take place in Stranger in a Strange Land, but this fic can be read as a stand-alone!

The Doctor has no need for romance. Eons spent traveling the cosmos trying to save everyone from destruction leaves little room for trivial things. His need for sex is even lower.

“Please,” a breathy whine, a slight gasp. The Doctor’s hands gripped the cloth of the bedsheets in hopes he could gain control of his erratic heaving. Everything’s too hot, too much. Despite the tops of his shirt being undone and his jacket laying on the floor, his bodily temperature keeps rising, “There’s people in the other room—”

His voice ended with a pitched cry as your fingers went to the zipper of his pants. Light pressure from your fingers sent his mind into a frenzy. A mix of cold dread and pure excitement pools in his chest all the way down. The Doctor could easily stop your hands. One word and you would step back.

Sex isn’t important, he doesn’t crave it. Plenty of beautiful men and women have thrown themselves at his feet and he spared them no glance. From powerful queens to cheeky immortals. Hell, even his own companions have tried and ultimately failed to garner any carnal desire from him.

The Doctor tightened his hold on the bed when you moved to hover above his lap. Your perfume invades his nose and your hand cups his burning face. He couldn’t help but stare helplessly at your face. Your beautiful, terrifying face.

“Yet you don’t want me to stop,” it was a casual statement. No tremors or wavers in your voice; it was the truth. You place the palm of your hand on his flushed chest, sliding up and around the back of his neck, “I can taste your desire.”

He curses your ability to understand his body. How your hands ignite a path of fire wherever they caress. How your searing kiss to the tender spot on his neck makes him emit pathetic noise at the back of throat. How you press your clothed core on his lap and he jumps. His hands find the curve of your waist, pushing downwards for any relief to your cruel torture. He hates how your breathy laugh makes his pants tighter.

“Please,” another whine.

Your smile shows no mercy, “Please what, Doctor?”

The way his name slips out of your mouth with a hint of cruelty, a dash of need, sends him in a spiral. You hands busy themselves with unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, making sure to trail your hands down his chest to his pelvis. The palms of your hands are cool against his flushed skin. He feels everything from the drumming of his two hearts to the slick accumulating on top of his pants.

The Doctor doesn't need sex.

“I need you, love. Please—” your hips ground on him once more, nearly jumbling his speech “ —fuck me.”

Who were you to deny your beloved Doctor?

Grabbing his flushed face, you preoccupied his senses with the taste of your lips. The Doctor melted into you, eagerly meeting your kiss with equal vigor. His mind was close to blanking, something he never thought possible. It seemed the longer you indulged him the more dopamine seemed to numb his consciousness.

You tangle into him until there’s no distinction from your body to his. Every gasp he emits makes you shiver. Every moan you slip makes The Doctor want to flip you over and show you how cruel you’ve been.

Pulling back, you take a look at The Doctor’s disheveled appearance. Pride swells in your chest seeing the almighty Doctor submit to your whims with just a kiss. The air tastes of his need and your spine tingles from The Doctor’s unspoken trust in you. A silent prayer; trust that you will alleviate the ache in his chest and underneath your lap.

Sex was never something he needed. He can live without the intimacy of another. He’s done it for centuries so why not a century longer?

“Doctor,” your eyes close and brows furrow. The sound of your whine permeates the fog of his mind and zero in on the bliss on your face.

The tension in your face relaxes and you allow yourself to give into the pleasure. The Doctor can't help but marvel at your expression.

He can’t go a century longer. Not after meeting you—fucking you until neither of you can choke a sentence. The moment you allowed him to bury himself between your thighs, he knew sex wasn't something he craved. Sex in itself wasn't what he wanted.

No, what he wanted—needed—was you. How could he not? His body craves the love you pour into each drag of your finger. Your lingering kiss on his jaw that tingles for seconds after. A cheeky grin and a promise sealed with a wink.

The sight of your undoing, all because of him is what he wants. Tossing your head back, screaming his name until you finally stop trembling. How you cling onto him like he’s the only solid thing in the world.

Selfishly, he only wants your pleasure and nothing else.

“I love this,” a hushed confession; a bright smile on your face, “I love you.”

Your words send fire into his blood. No matter how many times that phrase has been uttered, it still makes his two hearts stop.

Air hits The Doctor’s length and you are delighted in the hiss he lets out. You move your soaked underwear to the side and allow The Doctor to buck his hips up. The head of his cock nudges your entrance and you have to bite down a groan.

“How do you want it, hm?” you dip close to his ear to ensure he never misses a word. Lining up his length towards your center, you delight in his stuttered breathing, “Slow and gentle?”

You dropped your hips downward and watched as The Doctor’s head tilted back, baring his throat to you. Your cunt stretches to accommodate the intrusion, but the pleasure it brings lights the fire in your stomach. Reaching for the back of The Doctor’s head, you force his head up.

Wild green eyes stare back at you. You imagined your expression is no different.

“Or do you prefer I fuck you instead?”

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holly-the-trash-writer · 1 year

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Safest Place in the Universe

Eleventh Doctor x Fem! Reader

Written for an Annonymous ask

Synopsis: Y/n wakes up to find that the Doctor fell asleep on her. Which would be normal if Time Lords slept. Upon waking the Doctor explains just how much she means to him.

Word Count: 1,240

A/N: Taking requests for all your Eleven fics!!

Amy had walked into her living room and stopped dead. Her jaw dropped open as she took in the sight in front of her.

Rory. She had to get Rory.

She tip-toed back out the door and sprinted upstairs to their bedroom, “Rory!” She hissed.

“Ah!” Rory tumbled out of bed before jumping up to his feet, “What? What’s happened?”

Amy squealed, “You really need to see this.” She grabbed his hand and started dragging him down the stairs.

“Is this really so important that I couldn’t put on trousers?”

“Yes. Now shush!” She placed a finger to his lips before slowing her steps when they reached the bottom of the stairs.

The two crept towards the door to the living room and Amy grinned as she pointed around the corner.

The two peaked around the corner and Rory blinked... and blinked... and blinked. But the view never changed.

He pulled back and grabbed Amy’s arm, “Is he... sleeping?”

Amy nodded, “The Doctor. The Doctor, the man who told us that he doesn’t need sleep, is now sleeping. Sleeping on top of Y/n! They’re- They’re-”

Rory yawned, Cuddling. Which is what we should be doing.”

“Rory! This is huge! When have we ever seen the Doctor sleep?”

“Never.” Rory placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her towards the stairs, “Which is why we should leave him alone.”

“But-”

Rory chuckled, “We’re not staying down here so you can watch them sleep.”

Amy huffed before taking his hands and the two walked back upstairs again.

Y/n blinked as noise from the hallway started to wake her up. The sound of hushed conversation had filtered in the door and then two sets of steps going back up the stairs.

Squinting at the brightness of the room, she tried to take in her surroundings.

Amy and Rory’s house. Amy and Rory’s living room. Amy and Rory’s sofa.

She had fallen asleep on her left arm which was resting on the arm of the sofa. She remembered the Doctor rambling about using wires from different household appliances to do... something to the internet?

Where was the Doctor?

She couldn’t see him in the room so she went to get up to look for him. She tried to shift her legs but couldn’t move due to a heavy weight pinning her down. Looking down she saw the exact alien that she was looking for. The Doctor, who was still tangled up in wires, was lying on top of her. Literally. The back of his head was resting against her chest, his right hand had her right hand in a comforting grip at his shoulder while his left arm dangled off the side. His upper body was on top of her legs while his own long legs were dangling off the opposite arm of the sofa.

At first, she thought he was just thinking but he wasn’t moving and his breathing was even.

He was sleeping.

On top of her.

The Doctor was sleeping while leaning on her.

Once she realised what she was looking at she relaxed, leaning her head back on her left arm as she smiled down at him.

Y/n remembered the time he told her that Time Lord’s don’t need as much sleep as humans do. Something about a meditative state for twenty minutes is like an eight-hour sleep for him. Yet, when she looks down at him, he looks like he’s been asleep for a while. Like, proper, human sleep.

She craned her neck to look down at his face. He looked... peaceful. Which is a word not normally associated with the Doctor. The Doctor always has a permanent crease in his forehead.

Yet, right now. His face was crease free. He looked just like a regular young man in his twenties. She’s never seen him be so still for so long either.

Very slowly she moved her left arm and ran her fingers through the Doctor’s hair. Unbelievably soft. He didn’t wake at her actions and she couldn’t help herself but to run her fingers across his forehead.

He shifted slightly before his eyes snapped open and he startled that much he rolled onto the floor.

“Doctor?!” Y/n gasped as she leaned forward to look at him sprawled across the floor, “Are you okay?”

The Doctor’s eyes darted around the room as he tried to figure out where he was. When he realised Y/n was looking down at him he jumped up, “Fine? Of course, I’m fine. I am Mister Fine.” Thinking over that for a second, he shook his head, “No, forget I said that.”

Y/n couldn’t help but ask, “I thought you said Time Lords don’t sleep.”

The Doctor didn’t look at her as he starting gathering all the wires and figuring out where the ends were, “We don’t.”

“But you were.”

The Doctor sighed and rubbed a hand across his face, trying to wake up.

Y/n frowned at his reaction, “There’s nothing wrong with sleeping you know.”

He turned around and gave her a small smile before gently lifting her legs and falling heavily into the seat beside her, placing her legs on his lap.

Y/n’s eyes widened at his actions, “Doctor?”

“Time Lord’s don’t sleep, Y/n. But they can.” He smiled as he patted your leg, “When a feeling of absolute safety is over us, we can sleep for hours.”

He looked at Y/n’s face, she was nodding but she wasn’t fully understanding what he was saying, “Y/n, I haven’t slept in the presence of another person in decades. A possible millennium or two.”

The realisation of what he meant dawned over her.

“You- You feel safe here?”

The Doctor chuckled, “With you.”

“Me?”

“Of course, you. Who could I trust more than you?”

Y/n was speechless so the Doctor continued.

He gestures to her body, “Your single heartbeat reminds me of and old Gallifreyan lullaby.”

Y/n smiled and shifted in her seat so she could hold his hand, “Oh? How does it go?”

The Doctor stared off into the distance as he patted Y/n’s hand, “It’s not one that is sung.”

“Okay... so what’s it about?” Y/n rests her head against the pillow, waiting for the Doctor’s response.

“It’s about finding the safest place in the Universe.”

Y/n played with the Doctor’s fingers, “Okay. Where is it?”

The Doctor smiled, lifting up his arm so Y/n could switch positions and curl up into him, putting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his middle under his jacket.

“It says that there is one heart out there for everyone.”

Y/n giggled and nudged him, “Or two in some cases.”

The Doctor chuckled, “The hearts are drawn to each other. Always trying to find each other. When you come together the connection will be so strong that you’ll wonder if you ever really loved before them. They don’t conform to the rules of time or space and in their arms, you will find the safest place in the universe.”

Y/n unwrapped herself out of the Doctor’s arms so she could sit up and look at his face.

“I never found my safest place until now." He grinned at her before pulling her into his chest for a hug, wrapping one arm securely around her back and his other hand wrapped into her hair, pushing his face into her shoulder he took a deep breath before whispering, "I found it with you.”

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yeehawbrothers · 5 months

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Inverted PB&J-11th Doctor x Fem! reader

I'm alive guys.

This was a request from a lovely fellow 11th lover, I wrote it platonically, but if you ignore a few words it could be romantic. I also wrote the reader as American, just because I am. (I also zoned out while writing this and do not remember most of it)

“Do you think it could be considered a federal crime to eat inverted peanut butter and jelly?” She asked, hands covered in grease, sparks flying almost catching her hair on fire, and her best friend beside her, in the same state. “Inverted?” He looked up from the wires in his hands, his grease and dirt covered face, also covered in confusion. “Yeah like,” an explosion of sparks behind her interrupted her statement, before she spun around and used her sonic to tame it momentarily. “If you put the peanut butter and jelly on the bread normally, right? And then instead of putting them like, face to face, you turned them outward.” She stared at him as he seemed to process her words. “Oh, yeah. That’s absolutely a crime” he nodded, as they both went back to what they were doing.

Behind them, Amy and Rory stared at them in question, before turning to each other with faces of pure bewilderment.

Amy slowly stood and walked towards the two timelords, crouched under the ball of wires. “Inverted peanut butter and jelly? Where on earth did that come from?” A shot of sparks erupted in the timelords face as she stopped her work momentarily, the metaphorical cogs in her mind visibly turning. “Boston, I think. In like, 1901.” She said, with a small smile. “What?” She tilted her head slightly, “You asked where peanut butter and jelly came from, Boston. In the early 1900s.” She paused, “But if you’re asking about inverted peanut butter and jelly, I don’t know that. I’ll find to find out though.” She turned back to her work, as Amy shook her head and walked back to where Rory was sitting watching the scene unfold.

“What was that about?” Rory said as he watched his wife flop down on the makeshift bench beside him. “Who knows.” They turned back to watch the two timelords who were now bickering over the wire placement, before all went silent as the lights flickered and a pounding was heard on the metal doors. The two timelords looked towards the door, before turning to each other and immediately standing up. The Doctor began quickly scanning the room as his right-hand woman ran to where Amy and Rory sat. “Hey so, we should probably start running.” As if on que, the metal doors flew off the hinges into the room. “Right, let’s go.” The Doctor ran over, grabbing her hand as they began to run down the hall to the Tardis.

They stopped, allowing their two companions to run ahead into the welcoming blue doors of the tardis. The Doctor lightly pushed her ahead of him into the box, running in last and slamming the doors behind him. The two ran up to the main console and began flicking switches and pulling levers causing the Tardis to take off with a violent shake, before stilling. “wow that was-“ Amy began, before getting cut off by a certain timelord.

“Why would you use the purple wire for the highest current?” The Doctor froze, looking over at his companion. “Well I-“ The Doctor began stuttering over his words. “No, seriously. It only had the capacity for 5 voltage, and it was running at 25. No wonder the doors were faulty.” She stood, hands on her hips staring him down. “Well if YOU,” he pointed at her, shaking his finger, “Hadn’t gone off about inverted peanut butter and jelly-“ She gasped, “Do NOT blame me Mr.! That was an incredibly valid question. Right?” She turned to the two humans watching the scene unfold. “Well-“ Rory started. “Don’t get them involved!” The Doctor said, “You know what, it doesn’t even matter. Because everyone knows peanut butter and butter is better anyways.” She stomped her foot in detest, “You take that back!” He shook his head, crossing his arms as he looked down at her. “You’re the British one, eating beans on toast or whatever it is, so you have absolutely no credibility on what’s good.” He gasped lightly, “EXCUSE ME? The British one???” She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I got lucky and am a proud American.” She stood in a fake salute.

“Listen,” Her hand coming to rest by her side, “All I’m saying is one fried Oreo will change your life.” His tongue stuck out in disgust as he considered the notion. “You American’s and your fried stuff. It’s so unhealthy for you.” She scoffed, “At least we don’t eat like we have no access to real food.” They stood like that for a moment, in a standoff of sorts, the Doctors face one of disgust, and hers smug as could be. Before bursting out in laughter and pulling each other into a tight hug.

When they broke apart, she wacked him upside the head, hearing Amy snicker and watching the Doctor rub his head. “Don’t ever do that again though, I’m doing the wiring next time.” She pointed, hand on her hip. The doctor stood quickly, taking his turn at coming to a false salute. She shoved him jokingly, before turning back towards the console. “SO. Where to now?” The doctor thought for a moment before running around the console causing the TARDIS to shake and launch into takeoff. All the passengers grabbed a hold of the metal bars circling the console. “I know this amazing place in the Amedromia galaxy! Its- WHOA WHOA WHOA” He was interrupted quickly. “You know I’m banned.”

Silence fell among the Tardis, “Your-your banned?” The doctor tilted his head slightly. “Yeahhhhh…. So, I accidently stole this like super important religious piece from one of their temples cause I thought it was a free sample.” The doctors face dropped into one of annoyance, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” She became defensive quickly, “Listen- at least I’M not the one who stole that guy’s eye cause he thought it was a Halloween costume.” “HEY, YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT THAT AGAIN-“ As they both launched into yet another bickering session, Amy and Rory sighed and shook their heads. “Here we go again.”

Thanks for reading, and thanks to @dinofromspac3 for the request. <3

All the love-A.

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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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gracesimp · 1 year

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Who is he?

eleventh doctor x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n finds herself displaced in a different universe. There, she meets the doctor. One problem...He's already met her.

(part two to Who is she? But you don't need to read part one to understand.)

based on the 'reader hops through the doctors time stream' trope hehe - its my fav, what can i say?

Y/n landed with a harsh thump and the odd golden light that had encircled her body began dissipating almost immediately after.

"Blimey, my head." She groaned, groggily. But she didn't have much time to focus on her soon-to-be bruised body as her attention was shifted to her surroundings. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around, having no luck in finding anything familiar.

Y/n was cautious when she stood on her feet, and even more so when she crept around the corridor she had found herself in. Her steps halted at the sound of mixed voices. Still feeling a little nauseated, her hand clung onto the corner wall with a tight grip to keep her situated, while her head peered around as stealthily as she could master.

A tall man, dressed in tweed and a questionable bow tie, was flapping his arms around happily, conversing with an equally tall man and a redheaded woman.

The bow tie man hopped around a circular table, smiling wide and pressing buttons. She watched, uncertain at what to do, when his back suddenly tensed and his smile dropped a little, only to come back brighter than before. His head snapped up and he locked eyes on Y/n, making her audibly gasp. Her feet stuck to the ground and refused to move - despite her minds best persuading efforts.

"Y/n!" He yelled with glee, his own two legs running to her, arms opened wide, but slowing at the fear on her face. "Y/n?"

She gulped, feigning confidence as she demanded with force. "Who are you? How do you know who I am?"

And with those simple words, the Doctor's hearts broke. His lips parted slightly, attempting to release words, or even just a noise, but no sound could escape. Meanwhile his arms fell from the welcoming stance they had naturally taken.

Growing impatient; also ignoring the own erratic beat of her heart, Y/n crossed her arms across her chest and raised an unimpressed brow. "Well?" She prompted.

"Y/n," He began slowly, words spilling out in nothing more than a hushed whisper. "Please tell me you know who I am."

She observed him for a few seconds, her eyes raking down his strangely attired body before meeting his eyes once more. "Never seen you before in my life." She concluded.

A strangled noise pushed through his throat and came out of his mouth as he stared ar her, desperately clinging onto the hope that this was just a cruel trick. But when he looked into her eyes, he could see the utter confusion and perhaps a little bit of fear that he'd never seen in her before.

And when she looked into his, she was unable to see the sorrow which now roamed in the green.

"Doctor," The redhead called, hand wrapped tightly around the other man's as she dragged him to join the doctor and Y/n. "What's going on?"

The doctor stilled shortly, before allowing a small smile to grace his features. A smile that could now pass as genuine to Y/n, but only now that she hadn't the faintest idea of who he was. In the past, or her future, depending on how you look at it, Y/n would be the first to see through his tries at acting okay, and she'd offer comfort and love.

So now, when he concealed the pain he held with a tight lipped smile, and she didn't say a word, his hearts broke further.

As his hearts held so much love for her, but in her eyes, he was merely a stranger.

"Y/n, meet Amy." He said softly, hand gesturing to the woman. "And Rory."

"What do you mean?" Amy quizzed, Rory sporting the same puzzled expression as his wife. "We've already met. Tons of times."

"You have. But she hasn't." The Doctor vaguely explained.

Y/n huffed, squinting at the exchange before finally losing her tether and snapping. "Would someone, please, tell me what the hell is going on here? I just want to go home."

The Doctor rubbed a hand down his face, needing to think about how to articulate the words he was preparing to speak. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. But you're a long way away from home now."

Her head whipped to him fast, missing the sympathetic glances Amy and Rory shared. "What do you mean? How far?"

He sniffed, tilting his head to the side, his face also taken over by pity. "You've travelled to a different universe." He stated, words spoken soft as if to lessen the impact. "And travel between parallel worlds is impossible."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears as she shook her head. "No, it's not!" She claimed, denying his words. "You just said I did it, so take me back."

"I can't. You're an exception. It should be impossible - even to this day I'm at a loss of how you managed it." Though he couldn't tell her, at that moment, how grateful he was that she did.

I did intend for this to be longer, but considering I haven't posted for a while, due to starting some medication that's making me a little bit drowsy for a while, I figured this would be okay :). First 11 fic. Hopefully more to come.

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watchoutforthefanfics · 4 months

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The Curse of the Companion || unrequited! Eleventh Doctor x reader

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: Gilded Lily by Cults + anon request "the reader deals with the consequences of being the doctor's companion and unrequited love."

TWS: angst, unrequited love, anguish, and heartbreak.

[[A/N: sorry for taking so long I am mad depressed so get lit. Hope you enjoy, anon :) ]]

The legends speak so wondrously of the Doctor. It didn't matter where you were, you always saw them -paintings hung up in galactic galleries, stories told to alien children, and even among your city! You'd heard from a coworker (really from another chain of people you assumed) the idea of a man sent only to save Earth every time they needed it. And maybe there was a detail wrong like the box was green or he didn't speak a word -lord knows that wasn't true.

He often said that in every legend there's usually a companion, an equal part of the story.

"You'll be remembered just as I am."

You'd heard of the blonde with big brown eyes, Rose, the one who carried on -Martha, the fiery redhead Donna, or the Ponds -something in your chest stung.

Legends of the Doctor being cursed weren't new, the last Gallifreyan, so many enemies, losing so many people- He was the epitome of a tragic story.

But you wondered, often, just why the companion's curse wasn't so spoken of.

To know the Doctor was a blessing, to explore the world, the galaxy, mind you- was a blessing. It was freeing, exciting, and wonderful.

Learning about so much more than anyone even had the opportunity to was a blessing.

But... loving the Doctor was a curse.

You weren't the first, and you knew somewhere deep in your chest that you wouldn't be the last. Even if you stayed with him until your bones grew brittle and your hair turned grey, the Doctor would keep moving.

And yet still, you loved him.

The world would keep turning, the danger would keep coming, and he would stay the same -saving Earth, no matter what. You knew that he'd loved some of them, truly loved them and part of you wondered if you could be one.

But you weren't. You knew it.

When he spoke of Rose, of River- He'd get this look in his eyes, a faraway look of both love and grief, loss.

He didn't look at you like that.

And one day, you realized it.

You couldn't sleep, the Tardis was whirring, and somewhere distant you could hear the tinkering of his tools. He'd sent you to bed because you were acting odd. All he could think of was sleep.

"Go, sleep. Humans need that, yeah?"

He cared, but not in the way you did.

"I'll be here ready when you wake!" he'd exclaimed so excited, you knew this would hurt. It would hurt either way.

You'd die on this ship for him, you knew you would. You'd never have a family, or see your Mom again, but you'd die here. Happily. Because you loved him-

"Oi, what are you doing up?" he remarked offhandedly, and you took a moment to look at him, "-I told you to sleep."

His big green eyes, his floppy hair, his stupid bowtie.

"Couldn't," you answered, short but honest.

The Doctor turned to you, tilting his head curiously -bright and twinkly. You wished you could erase it from your brain for a moment because such a look begged you to stay.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, Doctor-" you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Whatever I did," he hummed, standing, "-I do lots of things couldn't tell you what- I'm sorry."

"Doctor-"

"Do you want me to grovel? I'm not above groveling."

"I want to go home."

He startled for a moment, green eyes fading before brightening, "Is that why you're so grumpy? You could've just-"

And then he looked at you. You looked different, like a stone statue -bags under your eyes and redness blossoming there. He almost asked why you'd been crying, before something in him righted.

"Oh."

"I want to go home," you repeated, but it was empty -hollow like the hole in your chest.

He looked at you for a spare moment, something in you watched his hearts break in his chest, "I have... I have so much to show you. You can't just-"

"Doctor, please," you urged, and now suddenly you were crying, "-I need to go home."

He looked at you even more, like he was trying to read you so desperately trying to understand. You were sure he couldn't. He wouldn't know, you were too good at hiding it -you'd gotten that way one too many River visits.

She was so sweet to him and powerful as a woman, time lady, the perfect match. You couldn't blame her for loving him, you did yourself.

"Why?" He asked, openly, something in you sunk.

"Do I have to tell you?"

"No, you don't have to," he echoed, and slowly flipped a switch like it took all of his energy, "-I'd never force you to do anything, you know that."

"Then-" you started.

"But," he interrupted, soundly, "-I believe I deserve something. Anything. I can't... I can't accept it if you... if you don't tell me why."

You pursed you lips, inhaling a shaky breath, "Doctor, I can't tell you. I'm sorry."

"Did someone... threaten you? Are you in danger?"

"No," you bubbled up, something in your chest throttling, "-no, Doctor, I'm... I'm perfectly safe, I just-"

"Want to leave," he uttered, a little desolate, a little heartbroken. Something in the green, green of his eyes that screamed 'so soon?', and yet you couldn't stop it. Something in you continuing, pushing further, let me out, let me out, let me out-

"You really don't want to tell me, do you?"

"Doctor," you whispered, biting back the instinct, "-I can't."

And then, he looked at you.

Green eyes and floppy hair, stupid bowtie, and tweed jacket, he looked at you in a way that you saw sometimes -far away and distant like he knew everything in the world. Did he know?

His head tilted, his eyebrows pulled together, and he looked at you. Like he... like he recognized what you were doing.

"Oh," he spoke, "...it's... it's the thing, isn't it?"

"The thing?" You questioned.

"I'm an old man, Y/N," he smiled, a bittersweet kind of one, "-I'm not stupid."

"So you- you know," you remarked, slowly -your heart on the brink of beating out of your chest.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I've seen it before. I know that look- You... you-"

Martha, something in your mind dinged, "We don't have to."

"You love me," he finished, his green eyes scattered everywhere but at you, "-don't you?"

"Doctor-"

"No, no shame in it now," he hummed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "-I understand. I know."

"Fine," you sighed, sinking to the metal floor, cold pressing into your skin, through tears, "-I do. I love you."

"Y/N," he faltered.

"Don't," you stopped him, "-just don't. I know you don't-"

"How do you-"

"I know," you silenced him, shaky breaths inhaling into your chest, "-Doctor, I know you. More than you know. And I know who you love... it's not me."

He turned to look at you, green eyes scattered across your face, "I could."

"Doctor, please," you echoed out wiping at your eyes, legs pushed into the metal, "-don't pity me."

"Y/N, if you give me time-" he seemed desperate, roaming closer to you -only desperate to keep you.

"Doctor, stop."

He froze.

"This isn't... This isn't something that can change. I could die here and you wouldn't love me," you spoke something in you breaking, "-not really."

"I love you in the way that matters," he spoke with a firm voice -speaking as though it was a fact. Like he could convince you.

"Like a dear friend," you concluded.

"No, no," he started, so close to you (you took a step back), "-like a companion. Like my companion."

"And it's different?"

"Very different," he replaced that step towards you, platonically brushing his hands down your arms -you knew the drill, "-it's... it's hard to explain. I just, sometimes believe the universe is wrong."

"Wrong for what?" You echoed, a little softer.

"Wrong that I chose my companions," he hummed, "-I think in some twisted way you chose me, Y/N. And... and everyone before you did the same. Every companion I've ever had has altered me to who I am today."

"And you're saying I-"

"You are a part of me, my dear, dear Y/N," he spoke, and suddenly you saw tears built at the corners of his eyes, "-I will truly never forget you. No matter what you believe, every companion carves out a space in my hearts."

"So, I can go," you echoed out and suddenly it didn't feel right, "-you will move on but you won't... you won't forget me. No matter how hard I believe it."

"No matter how hard you believe it," he finished and suddenly he was smiling, a big wide smile that made your eyes hurt -just a little.

Something in you healed just a smidge.

"This is a good ending," he clarified, "-no death, no break in the universe if I come to see you, nothing."

"And you promise to?"

"Promise what?" He questioned the tilt of his head not unlike a puppy.

"Come visit me," you clarified, slow and unsure, "-I know, I know I'm leaving... but you're still-"

"The Doctor," he spoke, soft, "-and you're still-"

"Your companion," you let out a big gust of air, and something in you felt light and airy again.

It was the curse of the companion, sure, but nothing would amount to the knowing the Doctor. Being able to love him-

You were certain it was something much different than a curse.

#the curse of the companion #watchoutwriting #eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh doctor x y/n

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Masquerade creatures of the night //part 2 (Reader!Bridgerton x Eleventh doctor)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusername, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @aposthatisbored

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The carriage came to a stop. The doctor moved the little curtain a bit aside. All lights dimmed. He let go of the curtain, letting his gaze go down. He smiled faintly seeing you asleep on his shoulder. For a moment he wished he could freeze time. Frame the fragment and keep it in his pocket. Always close, always to remind him of it. But it was not to be. You needed to return home. He could not bound himself to you. His spirit too needed around the universe. His smile slowly dropping into sorrow. – “Miss Bridgerton.” – he whispered, gently resting his palm against your cheek. You hummed soft, rolling your head on his shoulder. – “Miss Bridgerton, you are home.” – he spoke a bit louder. His thumb leaving stroke marks on your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered carefully open. Still very exhausted. Lifting your head up, you yawned. – “I’ve had the strangest of dreams.” – you mutter, half asleep. The doctor batted his gaze down with a tiny smile. You yawned once more, stretching your arm out. It was only once you focused on Amy that everything became clear again. Startled you pulled your hands up to your chest. Feeling a shoulder against yours, made you jump back to the side of the carriage. – “It is alright Miss Bridgerton.” – the doctor spoke to calm you.

“That… that wasn’t a dream… was it?” – you asked feeling as tiny as a raindrop. The doctor carefully shook his head. You inhaled sharply swallowing your breath of air down. The doctor opened the door of the carriage. The cold wind finding a way inside. He stepped out, offering you, his hand. Lifting the hem of your dress up, you accepted it. You took a step closer to your home before turning back to him. Both staring at each other. – “Miss Bridgerton.” – the doctor said clicking his shoes together to bow. With much pain in his heart said he goodbye. You grabbed him by the elbow after he had turned to leave. – “Will… will I see you again?” – you asked. – “I feel like this is a goodbye… a goodbye till never…” – hopeful you waited for him to tell you otherwise.

The doctor placed his hand on yours giving you a small smile. The meaning behind his eyes saying enough. You swallowed nervously. – “Then I’ll cherish our moments…” – you started getting on the tips of your toes. – “Even the bad one’s?” – the doctor replied with a chuckle. – “Even those.” – you said softly. Your lips leaving a kiss on his cheek. As you set your heel back, sprung a light on inside. The door swung open as your name got called out loud. – “Y/n!” – you spun around seeing Anthony rush down the few steps to you. Benedict and Colin right behind him with candleholders.

You stepped away from the doctor. Anthony grabbed you by your arms, turning you away. – “You! reckless! Young lady!” – Anthony called out loud, squeezing your arms tight. He even shook you to knock some sense into you. Your eyes widened when he wrapped his arms tightly you. – “Never again!” – he told you, breathing loudly. Benedict nudged Anthony aside. He held the candleholder up as it luminated your face. – “You foolish little thing!” – he said flicking his finger against your forehead. It hurt making you rub the pain away. – “I should chain you to your bed.” – he added making you grin sheepishly at him. – “Mama nearly had a nervous breakdown!” – Colin told you.

You lowered your head in shame. Hoping your brother could forgive you in any way. – “Why did you leave? You know it is not safe outside in the dark for girls!” – Anthony reminded you rudely. You could only bring your shoulders slightly up as an answer. To be fair you weren’t sure what possessed you into going alone. You normally weren’t this reckless. So what changed? Colin eyed the doctor who hadn’t moved an inch. – “I suppose you brought her home!” – Colin said with a flick of his wrist. – “Yes.” – the doctor answered proudly. His pride dying out at the stern expression of your brother.

“Colin!” – you called out, not wanting him to be mad at the doctor as well. You moved towards the doctor. – “You should return home…” – you whispered with a hand on his chest. – “Will… will you be alright?” – he whispered back, placing his hand on yours. Your brothers clearing their throat behind you. You nodded once. He stepped back as your hand slipped slowly off his chest. Your hand dropped beside your body, untensing your jaw. Benedict took you by the elbow, pulling you away. – “Don’t think you are left off easy, sister!” – he made clear. He dragged you inside. – “Now off to bed!” – Benedict ordered. Barely having seen him this discontent with you. He pointed firmly up the stairs.

“We will discuss tomorrow your actions!” – Anthony said sending you up the stairs. You went up in silence. Too exhausted anyways to discuss it now. You slouched into your room, falling onto your bed. The moment your head hit the pillow, you drifted away. Your dreams haunted by masked figures. Streams of blood and red darkening eyes and sharp teeth. Then luminated in your dreams appeared he. The doctor. In your dream you stood with your back against the wall, watching him fight off your nightmares. Swords clashing together as a warmness spread in your chest. In your dream you touched your heart, exhaling long with delight. How gallant your savor was.

You barely set foot out of your room when your family waited in the corridor. Arms crossed, glaring at you. You slowly shut the door behind you. – “Running off into the night!” – mother listed up. – “Going alone to a ball without notice! Not to mention a man escorting you home!” – Violet was furious. - “What if that man was indecent? What if anything had happened? Did you ever think off that Y/n?” – she asked loudly. – “It is not that I will ever see him again…” – you whispered to yourself.

“Forgive me mama.” – you spoke keeping your head low. Violet inhaled deep. She softened her expression, opening her arms to you. You ran up to her, hugging her. – “Don’t ever repeat these actions Y/n… my poor heart couldn’t take it.” – you nodded in her embrace, chin rubbing against her shoulder. Your siblings joining the hug. – “I won’t act so foolish ever again…” – you told them, receiving pokes all around your body.

“What’s the matter?” – Amy asked, standing in the opening of the TARDIS. The doctor outside looking up. The wind catching his hair. Amy stepped outside, laying her arm over his shoulder. – “It is Miss Bridgerton, isn’t it?” – she said, the doctor showing her a faint smile. – “You’ve saved her doctor… it is over.” – she spoke staring up to his features. – “Then why do I have the feeling it is not…” – he answered looking over his shoulder to her. Amy exhaled deep. – “Best if we leave doctor. It would be easier for you.” – she began. – “Would it?” – he answered, turning so her arm fell off his shoulder. – “It would not matter to me if I travel to a hundred years from now or a thousand back… I…I would never forget her… I can’t…” – he lowered his gaze.

Amy took a deep breath. – “You must… you must find comfort in the idea that she is alright.” – Amy backed away to the TARDIS. She waited in the opening calling out to him. – “One night.” – he begged holding his finger up. Amy rolling with her eyes. – “Doctor I’ve seen enough corsets to suffocate me in my dreams.” – she answered as a joke. He still held his finger up, begging Amy to accept. – “One night… please Amy… I…I never got to say properly goodbye.” – he stared at Amy how a forgotten puppy would do. Amy groaned frustrated hating those soft puppy eyes of his. – “You already said goodbye, last night!” – Amy insisted.

The doctor puffed loudly. – “That was hardly a goodbye.” – he spoke back loudly. – “Besides… besides…” – he felt himself get angered. – “I am in charge!” – he blurted out, pointing firmly to the ground. – “So I…I decide when we leave! We stay for one more night!” – he made clear, his voice determined and bossy. It stunned Amy that he overreacted on the matter. But knowing very well without him, she wouldn’t go anywhere, she nodded. – “Fine! One more night and that is final.” – Amy said, storming inside the TARDIS.

The doctor puffed with a firm nod, proud of himself. Clapping his hands together all the anger inside of him had faded. Feeling all chipper once more. The door from the TARDIS opened once more. Amy sticking her head out. – “You can go alone! I’ll wait here!” – she shouted, shutting the door once more. The doctor swallowing nervously, standing in a startled pose. It took him but a few seconds to recover from it. Turning the other way, he returned back the civilization. In the hope to encounter you one last time.

You waved your fan lazy before your neck. Sighing loud, you outshone how bored you were. You sighed again in a dramatic tone, still waving your fan. Eloise snatched it from your hand, clearly agitated. You looked surprised at her. Eloise stuck her tongue out to you in response. You held your hand out to her, wanting your fan back. – “Not unless you promise to stop your mindless waves.” – she replied snarky. – “Fine! You keep it then.” – you answered crossing your arms. – “Sisters please.” – Colin remarked with a deep sigh to prevent bickering. – “It was not I who is out to bother everyone around her!” – Eloise spoke.

You gasped dramatically. – “I did not bother anyone, but myself.” – you returned, Colin rolling his eyes. He clasped his hands together, holding it under his nose for composure. – “For everyone’s sake, please simply enjoy the fresh air.” – Colin spoke, opening his hands. – “Why are you pinning this on me? I am not the one who fled in the night for a ball.” – Eloise snapped. – “I did not pin anything on you sister.” – Colin spoke trying to smoothen any folds, but the wrinkles were increasing. – “If it was I, mama would be hanging me by my toes.” – Eloise commented. – “Eloise!” – Colin snapped at her. You stood up abruptly.

“Y/n please.” – Colin spoke as you went over to walk away. You brushed passed your brother without a word. – “Eloise!” – Colin shouted, agitated with sister’s behavior. – “What? Was I not speaking the truth?” – Eloise replied snarky. Colin sighed deep, dropping his hands beside his body. You went over to your other siblings in the park. Benedict sitting on chair close to the pond to sketch. Anthony, Gregory, and Hyacinth playing a little game of rings nearby. Having an eerie feeling, you stopped. Looking curiously around it felt like you were being watched. Your gaze fell upon a tree. Staring yourself lost at it, you wanted to make sure nothing was hiding behind it.

Till a small shift made you gasp. Half of a face came in sight, eyes as dark as the night. Half a smile that curled up, revealing one sharp tooth. Eyes wide in horror, you felt the same rush of panic wash over you as of at the ball. Heart thumping louder, beating loudly against your chest. In your neck you felt your heart throb. Sweat forming in the palm of your hands. Gasping loud, you broke free from the horror, running over to your siblings. You crashed against Anthony who was about to catch a ring with his arm. He missed the ring, confused as to you clamping onto him. – “Ease down Y/n.” – he said, feeling the tightness around his body. His brows furrowed seeing the panic in your eyes.

He dropped a hand on your back, taking a look for himself. – “What is the matter? What startled you sister?” – he asked not seeing anything directly dangerously. – “Y/n! we are playing a game.” – Hyacinth whined wanting you to leave so Anthony could join once more. You clamped tighter onto your brother, breathing out panickily. – “There is nothing around Y/n. I do not understand why you are frightened.” – he said as he tried to remove your arms from around him. – “No!” – you called out, pressing your head deeper into his chest. – “Do not let go…please…It wasn’t a dream… it wasn’t…” – you said sounding unreliable.

Anthony turned to look at Benedict who came looking over his chair. – “Y/n, I am assuring you nothing is here for you to be frightened off.” – he said patting your head. From behind another tree, spotted you someone else, lurking. Muscles tensing with stress and anxiety. – “We need to go!” – you called out, letting go of him. You grabbed him by the hand, pulling hard. – “Y/n what? I…I don’t understand.” – Anthony called out, keeping his foot firmly onto the ground. – “We have to go!” – you shouted in a panic. – “They are coming for us!” – you cried out. – “Anthony please… you must…Gregory! Hyacinth! Run!” – you pulled hysterical at Anthony’s arm, wanting him to move.

Benedict had jumped up, grabbing you by the waist as your feet lifted off the ground. – “Y/n that is enough!” – he told you stern. – “Calm down… you need to calm down sister.” – he spoke in your ear. You tried to kick your way out. Tears running down your face, it infuriated you that they wouldn’t listen. You broke free from Benedict’s grip, taking a run for it. – “Y/n!” – Anthony shouted loud. If you could not save your family, you would lead them away from them. From behind the trees appeared the male vampires behind you. Benedict’s eyes widened watching them join from different sides to run after you. Benedict and Anthony telling Gregory and Hyacinth to join mama in the tent, running after you.

You screamed as a vampire appeared before you, blocking your path. You almost stumbled forwards, coming to a sudden stop. Panting loud, you started running to the left. Not long after another one with dark long hair blocking your path. You spun around bumping into a vampire’s chest. Gasping loud, you started to back away. – “You didn’t think we would let such a feast go…” – he spoke with a grimace. You gasped seeing as four of them started to close you in. Your pulse pumping in your neck. They smiled, showing you, their fangs. You wanted to scream but a gloved hand clasped over your mouth from behind.

Muffled sounds leaving your lips. – “Y/n!” – you heard loudly making your eyes widen. From somewhere in front of you appeared your two brothers. You shouted against the glove, telling them to leave. Benedict raised his fist ready to throw a punch. One of the vampires hissed, running in top speed at him. Benedict never saw his opponent, plucked from the ground and thrown against a tree. You called for your brother, squirming to break free. Anthony’s eyes widened when one appeared before him.

Not able to deflect the punches, dropped he easily to the ground in a matter of seconds. You screamed against the glove seeing your brother helpless on the ground. Your head got pulled to the side, revealing your bare neck. The dark haired vampire approaching. He let his gloved hand swipe over your neck. His dark eyes lingering on you. Laying his head back, revealed he, his fangs. A scream surfaced to your throat, but staid there unable to break free. Two sharp ends cutting through your flesh feeling a thickness of blood run down to your chest. A feeling of surrender washing over as he sucked at your blood.

“Y/n…” – you heard Anthony said faintly, lifting his hand but it dropped back down. Too hurt to pull himself up for your defense. The vampire released his fangs from your skin, head falling back. Blood was dripping down his chin. He licked his fangs with his tongue. The one behind you that covered up your mouth and held you by the arm, eager to have his taste. He lowered his head. You shaking your head with a tremble, not wanting to go through it again. The tip of his fang dipping into your blood. Then His head jerked back, his grip on you loosening. You stumbled forwards, grasping for air. Another hand grabbing you by the elbow as it pulled.

“Get behind me!” – He ordered. Your eyes stood wide seeing the doctor pull you behind him. In his hand a sword. You wondered where he picked that up. Perhaps stolen from a law in force. He swayed the sword around, keeping one hand behind him to you. – “Back! Back! Before I start cutting.” – he called out. You held onto his vest, trembling to the bone. The vampires hissed, showing their teeth to him. His eyes widened seeing the blood on one of them. It made him look quickly over his shoulder to you. Seeing the puncture holes in your neck, gave fuel to his anger. The doctor tightened his grip around the sword’s handle. – “You will burn for eternity!” – he threatened poking with the sword forwards.

He stepped back with you when they came closing in on him. You hit a tree bark, gasping loud. The doctor moved his sword aside, pointing with his sonic screwdriver. It disoriented them as the sound was louder to them due to their hyped up senses. The doctor dropped the sword, pulling out a wooden stake from his pocket. He launched forwards stabbing the first one in the chest. The vampire caught fire, within seconds a pile of ash. The other three staring at their former friend. That angered them as the doctor let his sonic screwdriver sound again. They groaned in protest, hands against their ears. You watched him fight off the vampires with the wooden stake. Just like your dream, he fought so gallant for you.

When the last vampire caught fire, exhaled the doctor loudly. You ran up to him, jumping into his arms. His breathing loudly, pressing you closer to his body. – “Are you alright Miss Bridgerton?” – he asked giving you a big squeeze. You pulled away. He grabbed your face, staring worriedly at you. – “I should’ve never left you alone…” – he spoke as you placed your hands on his. – “You are here now…” – you answered, pleased to see him once more. The doctor took a deep breath. – “Forgive me Miss Bridgerton…” – he confessed staring lost in your eyes. You got on the tips of your toes, kissing him. The doctor pulled shocked away. – “You kissed me!” – he called out caught by surprise. – “Yes…” – you replied. – “Would you like me to do it again?” – you proposed with a sweet smile. The doctor batted his gaze down for a brief second. – “Yes…” – he said shyly.

You smiled wider, bringing your head closer to him. You moved your hands to his neck ready to kiss him when Anthony groaned in pain. You gasped having almost forgotten about your brothers. You tore yourself away from him. – “Y/n!” – The doctor said coming after you. You dropped to your knees, helping Anthony sit. The doctor placing his hand in your neck to stop the bleeding. – “Y/n!” – Anthony would groan touching your cheek. – “I am alright brother…” – you said, tears rolling down your face as you smiled. Beside you dropped Benedict to his knees, giving your shoulder a good squeeze. – “I am alright…” – you reassured Benedict. The doctor helped you up, his hand still pressed in your neck.

“This needs to be bound Y/n.” – he said as you nodded in response. – “If you allow me, I would like to give aid to your sister’s wound.” – the doctor spoke to your brothers. They both nodded, too sore to be of any help. The doctor guided you away from them, seating you down in the grass. From his pocket he pulled out some bandages. You quirked your brow up. – “Always come prepared.” – he said with a chuckle. He took care of your wound. – “There… all better.” – he said, you grabbing him by the bowtie. He swallowed nervously as your noses touched. Tilting your head to the side, you kissed him.

He kissed you back, his two hearts beating louder. Both of you got up, walking back to your brothers. The doctor took you by the arm, pausing you. You knew what he was about to say. This would be goodbye. You gave him a kiss on his cheek. – “I’ll cherish you forever… don’t forget about me.” – you whispered. He smiled faintly with sorrow in his eyes. – “I’ll come back for you.” – he answered taking your hand. He left a small kiss on your hand. – “I won’t forget you Y/n Bridgerton.” – He bowed leaving you flustered. You parted from him, returning to your brothers. The doctor returning to the TARDIS with a heavy heart.

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The Non-Canon 9 Children of My Dr Who FanFic: (Wip)

(Spoilers)

When the time came for a few bundles of joy, The Dr and L.R. started laying down ground rules for their precious children. . . God only knew what someone would do with young impressionable TimeLords/Eternals

— one of the rules being unfortunately that until they were of age, when they could travel with their father and truly live within time & space — they’d remain at home beyond time and space

— they all have a random handful of abilities: Shapeshifting, glowing eyes that match their mothers, the ability to create strong illusions, telepathy, multi lingual, touch-enabled mental manipulation,

— around the sixteenth birthday, they’d begin traveling with their father and learning the fragility of life up close, otherwise they’d watch over from afar

— they age slowly like a numenorian, neither immortal nor able to regenerate

11’s Children:

1. Cygnus // “Oliver” the God of Balance

Cygnus is their first baby, no one knew what to expect // LR was always monitoring him, always close by. . . Cygnus could turn the world inside out with a tantrum, make his nightmares real, laugh too much and turn his friends into bubbles, but Mummy and Daddy were there to set it right. . . He lost his pets, he broke his toys, he’d get stuck between walls, he’d change appearance—but nothing was ever permanent as he wasn’t full Eternal. . .

He was definitely born before The Angels Take Manhattan but AFTER Eleven reunited with the Ponds post “fake-out death”

He’s been missing for a very long time. . . He went a wandering out one day and never did come back :/ and they never saw him again, neither across time nor across space

He grew up with Eleven as his father, nipping on daddy’s heels, always wanting to go where he went and be like him

Probably a Cat’s in the Cradle Situation

“I grew up without you,” “I grew up with the motion that you loved your job more, you held it to a higher degree — it was a greater responsibility, than me— that other children were a greater responsibility,” “I grew up with the concept that I, a child, was selfish for needing his own father,” “I grew up with stories and dreams of a man that I would never know, but everyone else would,”

My theory is that he probably ran away before it was his time to, before he’d hit that ripe special age. . . In order to experience it all for himself. He travels across time and space, adventuring and portraying himself as the hero from his parents stories. . .

He also idolized their love story, how the Timelord fell in love with the stars and the stars loved him back

According to his scarlet letters, he apparently eventually married a “woman” Ozma of Gallifrey, and had a daughter named Rose

Maybe he sends letters and postcards back to home, somehow, someway — maybe he studies ancient magic and science across the realms. . . Temples and priests etc forbidden knowledge that causes him to age rapidly — and one day he finally understands what his mother was trying to teach him, and the bitterness for his father waxes

Like he’s given the gift of sight, he’s gone backwards and forewords in time — span to span — lifetimes live in his mind, he neither feels like a god or man. . . He just feels burdened. . . He understands the weight of the responsibility placed on his shoulders to nit mishandle the gifts he’s been bestowed. . .

And then one day the letters stop. . .

In the end Cygnus didn’t sit well with being half Timelord and half Eternal, practically immortal — and gave up his godhood to be with his mortal family, aging and dying much to the grief of his parents (and younger siblings)

And as rumor would have it, he was stranded upon Gallifrey, unable to abandon his bride and child — unable to escape the wrath of the time lords. . .

2. Polaris // “Cecil” or “William” the God of Death

He was conceived before Trenzalore (or something like it) because the truth field causes her to blurt out that she’s pregnant “again”

He was a unique little boy, with mismatched eyes, close with his elder brother Cygnus and fascinated with his younger but somehow older brother Teddy. . .

But this one gets messy because Doc meets him out of order

In the end. . . He did not cope well with being a nigh immortal being at all, longing for companionship like his parents had found. . . Unable to accept his brother’s disappearance and eventual death, leading him down a dark path to become something akin to a vampire

His own wife had passed away, his mortal wife, and he began to ponder the matters of Life and Death, the circumstances and possibilities of the afterlife — where would someone like him go? Eternals cease to exist and TimeLords. . .

Her name was Briar and she lived on the moors, he immediately loved Briar with his whole being after meeting her in a tea shop wherein she accidentally mixed up their teas. . . And that was that

— and when she fell from her window and was rendered disabled he still loved her, even tho to Briar he was now practically a stranger as she lost her memory and grew feverish and mad . . .

It didn’t end very well

I like to imagine that’s when his obsession began, he studies magic and science and the occult, he experiments with his own essence — his time lord DNA and so on — he searches time and space for fountains of youth, for cures, for answers and. . . His answers don’t come in time

Unluckily for him, his unhealthy obsession (and her unborn child) caused the parents to believe in the occult too — when they denied the handsome strangers dowry (considering Briar’s state) and he didn’t leave. . . they burned his gifts, hung crucifixes, blessed the lot, cut down the trees and barred the windows

Polaris would never forget the feeling of grieving his unborn child alone, how the rage gripped him — and in his anger he began to burn. . .

Time passed, Briar aged, and Polaris was unwavering — the sicker she became — he could hardly keep himself away. . . In a moment of sheer desperation, Polaris broke into her bedroom, causing a great uproar, and filled the house with smoke, they believed he was the devil, come to make good on a bargain Briar made — he’d only done it because he felt her life waning and knew anyway would be her last

He was right — he felt her die in his arms. . . It rain and poured for days and nights, his grief was black and his wrath was hot — he blamed her family for keeping them apart

With all of his knowledge of the occult, of history, of science and magic. . . He settled in rural England and began his selfish crusade

But all of his experiments die horrible painful deaths that to the immature naked eye seemed like a vampiric disease — that Doc considered, yet thought had died out for lack of blood supply . . .

— which is so funny to me, because rural England and their fear of witches and the devil — you’ve got all of the young women popping up looking like they belong in a hammer horror film

— they’re all marked with bloody neck kisses, roses and complain of fatigue, fever, strange dreams of a man (no one wants to admit the truth) a lack of appetite, and severe body changes — before they go missing // Doc observes the transformation and mindless mutterings, the clammy pale skin, the way they writhe when the great beast emerges from the ruins and calls to them

And there’s this really handsome rich dude who weeps at all of the funerals, he’s been long established in town so no one suspects him but. . . He remains a happy bachelor, unusual for the age, his wife had passed from the disease and yadda yadda Polaris genuinely mourns every death, but he’s ruthless in his attempts

— eventually one girl does snitch because she’s terrified, and it turns out that handsome dude has monopolized half of the women and promised them a better life if only they’ll give him something in return — but she swears it’s love, and yet now realizes it probably isn’t. . .

And anyways, Doc doesn’t succeed in saving those poor women. . . He can’t figure out what thing the beast/handsome man is — vampires aren’t supposed to be real, he doesn’t understand how it works

— and also, beastie disappears before they can do much because, naturally, Polaris is mortified — it’s seeing a ghost — it’s seeing someone whom he’s aged past and almost forgotten at this point doesn’t have a father as he is dead, and therefore Polaris doesn’t want to have to harm him — nor does he want him seeing him this way

And then Doc discovered the disease in another land, in another time period, as if someone had broken the timeline or found a way to space-age travel (when they couldn’t have) . . And anyways, the disease broke out of its previous timeline and is now infesting downtown New York City and it wouldn’t be so bad if they weren’t viscously indiscriminately killing everyone in sight. . . I imagine it to be VBTM sort of grunge goth 90s — like Blade or Queen if the Damned. I’m always after that latex gothic dystopian look.

The call him the vampire king. All Eternals take on the forms they’re most comfortable with, stabilizing with what helps them blend in the most — whether they resembles their parents or anything human is another story — and Polaris, the dramatic idiot, had chosen a vampire

He has his hot vampire wives: Belinda, Beatrice, and Bianca — a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead whom he cares for but loves is a different matter, he considers them companions, but not the ultimate companion. . . He still searches for the way to create another

Doc and the troupe pop up, again and find my man — straight up numb to the psychosexual bloody horror constantly happening around him, he just doesn’t want to be alone. . . He isn’t vindictive or forceful, it’s always him asking for permission but still. . . Him caring for the needing: children, the elderly, the mentally and physically unwell doesn’t mean much when you think of them becoming potential blood bags

— but it’s his appearance that catches Doc off guard, his mannerisms, the way he handles himself when they play their game of chess. . . There is something so familiar about him, about how glowing eyes and handsome looks

Polaris feels like a child standing in the face of his father, knowing fully that Doc doesn’t know who he is — and it’s kind of ironic, that he’d become something his father would so hate and have to defeat. . .

Apathetically he pleads his case, defending that he’s the last of his kind (although Doc is doomed to figure what he is) and that he looks after mankind as they’re flawed fragile creatures who cannot be trusted with their own fates — he lobbies that he’ll perfect vampirism, in such a way that the mortality rate will lower and all sides will win. . . And he won’t be alone ever again

— he cannot help with the double entendres, the things he mentions in passing, “my father told me/taught me/showed me”

What a strange impasse: Doc who doesn’t know it’s his child but has no idea on how to stop the creature + Polaris faced with his father and unable to kill him but tempted anyways

He eventually gives up his vampire ways and becomes the permanent companion of the ToyMaker, Doc deducing he’s some kind of immortal/eternal. . . and subsequently has no children. . .

And Doc reconciles that there are more and more Eternals than he thought: ToyMaker, LR, Fate, and Death

12’s Children:

- Castor // “Deo” or “Ulysses ” & Pollux // “Uma” or “Dido”

Castor and Pollux are a boy and girl, but I couldn’t find a gif I liked

Pollux is their only girl, and they worried at first that she couldn’t talk because she was a telepath and didn’t like to use her words

Castor and Pollux naturally complement each other in style and personality; and when they change their names they always wind up choosing names that complement the other like: Dido and Ulysses, Ursula and Deimos, Deo and Uma

Castor likes his hair pink, therefore Pollux wears hers blue or green — something to complement her brother

— Pollux looks a lot like her mother for the obvious fact + her mother also kept doting on her as her only girl, Pollux admires her mother and therefore emulates her but also struggles with not emulating her

Castor is a hot-headed empath which causes a lot of trouble. . . May it be accidental chaos or murder, I’m not sure // he’s highly sensitive, very soft hearted // and then he realizes how terrifying he is to mortals when he stomps around like that and he has a change of character

— him accidentally experiencing second hand death also helps

Pollux is a cool-headed telepath but her kindness is taken advantage of and at times she can be “too dumb to live” — very flighty

Castor believes he is above mortality and doesn’t understand humbling himself to live among them, without interfering or ruling; his mother LR struggled in his education

The twins accidentally caused the Earth to Stand Still during one of their sneak off escapades from their father — Castor didn’t respect it as a privilege and Pollux really needs to grow a backbone against her brother

Castor and Pollux travel regularly as companions with their father, their “education” was the hardest for him to complete as referenced above

Twelve literally went white haired, totally

Pollux falls in love and chooses to be mortal which breaks Castor’s heart as they’ve almost never spent a day apart since birth. . . And of course, all of her remaining siblings depressed

Once their parents eventually pass, Castor chooses to live on Icarus’ colonies — guarding Pollux’s descendants

- Atlas // “Teddy” or “Arcturus”

He’s the one who technically happened first but wasn’t born first. . . He’s another one that was met out of order - Let me explain

His voice breaks the sound barrier, he can’t ever speak

So far my idea of Teddy is that either A. He slipped backwards in time and accidentally was Melody Pond’s neighbor, then therefore grew up beside her — assuming Doc & LR did it for safety reasons — ORRR B. He slipped backwards in time and became like the thing that lived under the bed & made her dolls come to life, y’a know, the little Angel on her shoulder that did magic and served as a guardian Angel

There’s so many different ways to do it, like he’s trapped in a mirror dimension, there are time worms, and his only connection becomes Melody whether she realizes it or not

And either way, normal human Melody Pond (because time lord DNA makes no sense—as opposed my trashy science lol) and her Teddy go on adventures like her uncle & aunt do

Maybe Melody keeps the time lord DNA idk? Or maybe she just garners different ways to time travel? And idk Teddy gives her a bit of his life, so that they may age and die together — but live a full life

Teddy is in love with her by the way, there was no avoiding that one, he’s imprinted and doesn’t understand anything else

12.5’s Children:

- Rigel // “John Coltrane”

The Galaxy has many wonders

I think he’s the closest we’d ever get to a second Doctor, as he’s completely in love with travelling all of time and space

And adjusted enough to being nigh immortal

I imagine him to be like Indiana Jones in space or like Treasure Planet — Johnny Cage.

- Phoebus // “Dr. Simon”

He is the egoic mad scientist of the age

To say he failed at coping with immortality is an understatement, what he unleashed upon the world was a complete nightmare

He is alienated from his family,

He created a utopia for the mortals: curing all disease, solving world hunger and population and housing, fixing the economy, creating world peace, creating a society of effective altruism, healing the earth

But there’s always a catch

He’s the Adrian Veidt: “Will I have to confiscate your little toy father? Or will you allow me to do my work?” “If I’m never born you’ll have my blood on your hands and perhaps the blood of my siblings; you couldn’t kill Hitler but you’ll kill me?”

Aside from Polaris being a vampire and heartlessly murdering, I think Phoebus truly horrified the Dr

He’s consumed with this false reality, “the greater good” he’s warped humanity and couldn’t care less

- Saros // “Arthur” or “Icarus”

Introverted not shy

He understands fully that he is nigh immortal but all life is precious, what does he do to cope? Alienate himself and watch after plants

His self-purpose is to watch after the sands of time, the fountains of youth; and all of the it’s flora and fauna

He’s close with his other two brothers

He writes to Cygnus

He was called Icarus for trying to interfere with the mortals and play god, meaning well but watching them die anyways

And that’s when he decided to stay inside for forever

I think if any iterations of the Dr were to come into contact with Saros, Saros would be like so very tight lipped and uncomfortable and awkward

They’re here to see the fountain of youth and they’ve run into the Gardner, who lives alone in the middle of nowhere as a hermit — never expects visitors

Perhaps Phoebus and Rigel, maybe even Atlas pop in to say hello — I imagine he and Rigel are quite close, probably companions to some degree. Rigel is always bringing back all of his stories and treasures — turning the garden into a treasure planet

We Aren’t Sure:

- Argus Vega // “Nemo” — The God of Love

He just is: L.R. Never told him “which one” was his father because it hardly mattered, the Dr wasn’t able to be there — wasn’t there when he was born and wasn’t there to help him become a man nor was he able to “educate him” via the Tardis

Another Cats in the Cradle situation except, when Argus became old enough he left home on his own — branching off as most Eternals do — given the fact that most aren’t naturally “nesting” type of fellows and Argus grew up without the other eight siblings // and when L.R. Sacrifices her immortality (spoiler) to age and die with her Dr, Argus is baffled

He cannot fathom why his mother truly loved his father, in such a way that she’d choose death rather than surviving by her children

It hardens him

Luckily for him, his life is derailed by Eleven accidentally meeting him out of order

Argus originally came to Andaraan a LONG time ago, the planet of who would become the Andar

He sees the future and all realities, utilizing it to poise himself as the Love God, and the Andar shaped their culture around him, as he parasitically merged himself with their society

Every year the Andara made pilgrimage to the temples of O, where they pledged themselves and their mates to the love God — and every year the love God blessed them and their land with fertility (supposedly) And he’d reveal their soulmates by visions & dreams and bless or curse their marriages

Meanwhile, Argus got to be a Ladykiller, playin as the sort of promiscuous love God that the Greeks and Roman’s spoke of — until he fell in love with Estella of Feld, the Queen of Love and Beauty, his soulmate

Her beautiful song, stilled and paused the Love god

She was in an arranged marriage, highly uncommon for the Andar — and it was kept a great secret, as the prince in question had “broken” his soulmate. . .

Argus came to Estella every year, during the festival, while all were in drunken stupors — fat and sated with wine and food, tired from dancing and singing — he would cause the night to rage and dawn as if to hide his excellence whilst climbing her tower

They’d meet and lay together; he bore her many strange sons and daughters whom he dutifully looked after, knowing they’d be as he was — and the foolish King was none the wiser thinking his bloodline had been blessed by the gods

When Estella finally passed, in his heartache and grief, he turns all if the Andar into statues, holding his Estella’s corpse close and cool — never wishing to be alone

But anyways, dad interferes

He brought his companions to the planet of love: Hermitheo — to enjoy the festivities, the traditions of gold masks until midnight, the virgins and lovers wearing strange robes as they dance beneath eye eyes of a golden god, the flowers, the food, the wine and singing

But he knows there is something awful brewing in the air, surely it’s superstition

And then he realizes the statue is alive and somehow telepathically giving visions to people

And then the festival is over, and a great storm begins to grew — the Andar fear it’s because of the ignorance of the Dr but the next day they awake to their crops being blessed

When Doc goes back in time a little further he runs into a swaggering gentleman whom the women can’t help but love, they call him Adonis - an earth name

Adonis is a lady killer and he takes a liking to the Doc, always trying to get him into trouble — and when I say lady killer I mean Casanova and Don Juan WISH they could

Everywhere he goes, they can’t help it, they just swoon and smile at him — and he eats it up; life I easy when people can’t help but want to please you

Doc has trouble keeping his attention, gettin him to focus on much other than drinking or whoring — although he claims to love everyone of them

Adonis admits he doesn’t have many friends

In Conclusion:

None of these kids were prepared to live forever let alone live forever alone

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President of the World (Doctor Who Drabble)

Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You don't believe the Doctor when he tells you he's President of the World.

Fic type: fluff

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“You’re the what?” You ask incredulously, looking up at the plane on the runway. The Doctor in all his glory, flung his arms wide and cocked his head. He was grinning like a loon, of course. You cocked your brow in a continuation of the question.

“President of the world,” he finally answered, reaching out for your hand. You took it, and his infectious laughter fell to you as well. He led you across the runway and up the stairs. It was pretty much exactly what you had expected when you finally got up all those stairs and inside the air-conditioned cabin.

Mahogany desks, monitors and screens mounted along the walls and very fancy chairs lining the desks which you were almost certain had no lumbar support.

“Of course you are,” you scoffed as he plopped down in the chair at the head of the table and propped his feet up on the desk. “And what does that generally tend to entail?”

The Doctor shrugged coyly.

“Save the world when it needs saving, eat fish fingers and custard when the lovely cooks make it for us, take down alien incursions that mean the Earth harm,” he listed off. “That sort of thing.”

You hummed, distinctly ignoring the absolute terror that fish fingers and custard wreaked upon your stomach. You grasped the back of a chair and swivelled it around absent-mindedly. The Doctor watched you do this thoughtfully.

“And what are we here for?” You finally asked, leaving the chair and turning to one of the many monitors. You peered at them, but they didn’t give anything away. As far as you could tell, there were no imminent threats waiting to pop out of the dark.

“Oh, you know,” he said conspiratorially. “Just here to see the sights.”

His fingers twitched. A clear indicator of a thought passing through the forefront of his mind.

“Well, that and you didn’t believe me. I can’t have that, now, can I?”

You turned away from the monitor and moved back over to lean against the desk next to his feet. You jabbed amusedly at his leg and the Doctor mirrored the expression.

“I suppose not. But never fear, my good Doctor. I believe you now.”

If possible, his grin widens that fraction further.

“As you should, Petal. As you should.”

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | Eleventh Doctor x F! Reader

❝𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯.❞

Summary: After a stressful day, you overhear Amy arguing with the Doctor. When he realized you heard everything, he tries to set things right.

Warnings: Angst, mentioned kidnapping, misunderstanding, pinning, comfort, the Doctor sucking at feelings

Words: 3.8K

A/N: I'm finally getting through the requests sitting in my inbox. This one was one of my favorites I've done in a while :) @shuichiakainx i hope you enjoy!!

You messed up. Badly.

The Doctor had explicitly stated for you to stay by his side. No wandering about, no talking to strangers, don't do anything foolish. The city you were visiting had a different culture, one steeped in brutal violence. Any slight can be perceived as an invitation for war.

You should've minded your own business. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten kidnapped. Even though your friends freed you hours ago, you can still feel the imprint of metal cuffs around your wrists. Your hands busy themselves with rubbing the area, bandages wrapped around your pulse where the metal snagged your skin.

You tried to defend an elderly man from getting hurt by a group of teenagers. You foolishly tried to shield the man from the onslaught of abuse, hoping to simply talk to the teenagers so that things wouldn’t escalate. Oh how wrong you were.

You knew you messed up. You had already regretted your choices the moment rough hands gripped your arms and hauled you into a foreign ship.

The Ashmadas were almost a whole head taller than you. Thick yellow hides that became scaly along their joints, blunt canines that were meant for crushing bones and skin, and the fluorescent eyes that glowed even in pitch black darkness. A species that evolved from war and brutality. Even the most intimidating human would look like field mice in comparison.

What you hadn't anticipated was the cold demeanor of your Doctor. You imagined him being cross, yes, but never downright angry. The moment he and the Ponds made it to the threshold where you were held, you noticed how calloused he had been. Snarling words, tension rippling beneath the skin. Furious didn't begin to explain his behavior. He threatened to set off a bomb that will incinerate everyone in the ship and release a plague to their already dwindling community. When you finally got out of your shackles, the Doctor barely even acknowledged you, hellbent on making the Ashmadas a new endangered species. It was only when you grabbed his face, forced him to see the tears as you begged him to leave, did he finally back off.

As the four of you retreated to the console room of the TARDIS, the Doctor makes a flimsy excuse about needing to check the ship’s engine. The day’s events have been heavy for all of you, so you knew it was more about him needing space. When you tried to talk to him, he brushed off your touch and gave you a cold reply.

You walked back to your room not long after. Rory patched you up as best he could, using a concoction of human and alien medicine. He didn't speak much and you were grateful for the silence. The only words he slipped out were sincere apologies for not getting there sooner. There was something else he wanted to say, moments where he opened his mouth but nothing came out. You were, frankly, too tired to press further.

Once Rory left, you tried your hardest to get some sort of sleep. Your body was spent, bruised, and tattered. No matter how many times you turned or how much your body ached, your mind couldn’t stop racing. You’ve probably spent a good hour or so trying to get comfortable, but to no avail.

You were still on edge, thinking about the cramped cell you were placed in. How alone you felt. You’ve been in precarious situations before, but this was different. Three whole days of captivity in total isolation. No light peeking through so you had nothing to distract you. Just your own memories passing through your mind. It made you realize just how much your friends mean to you. How much their presence comforted you, how relieved you were when Amy’s voice cut through your dark Hell. You remember sinking into the Doctor’s embrace, crying into his jacket and muttering how sorry you were.

There was so much you wanted to tell him. Those three days spent curled into a ball were filled with memories of him. His laugh echoing in your ear while carrying you throughout the universe. Petty arguments filled with teasing and embarrassed faces. The way he finds himself beside you, always lingering like a string was attached between the two of you.

The most treasured memory of all was one where it was just the two of you. Talking about nothing and everything. Favorite color, worst kitchen appliance, obscure historical figures. You talked for hours, laying your whole life for him to dissect. When it was his turn to speak, you took the opportunity to study him. Cataloging the slope of his nose, the lines around his mouth, and his mannerisms. The way he points going in tandem with the pitch of his voice, how his whole body moves when he talks.

You wanted to scream in his face the moment you saw him. Tell him the three words you repeat in your head when he’s around. Instead, all that came out was unintelligible sobs into scratchy fabric.

Tell him, tell him everything.

The bed creaked when you moved to sit up. Your heart ached at seeing the Doctor’s fury and how silent he was when you came back. You caused him worry, not just to him, but to the Ponds as well. The last thing you want is to end the day on a sour note. He’s your friend after all, even if you wanted something more.

It didn’t take long to reach the console room. You took your time with each step, wanting to get your thoughts in order. You pick up voices coming ahead of you, muffled words that you cannot make heads or tails of. As you approach the end of the hallway, you hear the muffled words turn into the familiar voice of Amy in a rather accusatory tone. You peek around the corner, observing the view of your two friends from above.

Amy stands a few feet away from the Doctor, who is hunched over the console. Amy’s face is a mix of concern and disappointment, as if she’s scolding a child. You notice the dirt smeared shirt she still wears, meaning she hasn’t gotten back to her room just yet. Was she here the whole time?

Crossing her arms, Amy shook her head at the tired man in front of her. “You’re never going to admit it are you?”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing to admit.” The Doctor’s answer is just as cold and detached as it was hours before. “If you’re just going to go back and forth with me all day then I suggest you go spend your time with your husband. I told you before I’m not in the mood for your scolding.”

Amy’s laugh is devoid of any humor. She takes a step towards the Doctor. You see the pent up anger in her; a fuse ready to blow. “You think you’re so good at hiding it. You think we’re too stupid to notice—that I’m too stupid to not bring it up?”

“What exactly are you talking about?”

You shouldn’t eavesdrop like this. If the Doctor found out that you were listening in on a private conversation, he would no doubt be more angry than before.

Amy ignored the question, wanting to force the Doctor into a corner to say what she wanted to hear. “I’m honestly impressed how long you’ve lasted. Were you going to bury your emotions and hope they would simply disappear? You think pushing her away is going to make it hurt any less? I see the way you look at her.”

The Doctor snaps back, angry and seething. “Spit it out already Amelia!”

“(Y/N)!” came her equally furious reply, one that echoed sharply in the large room.

Your heart skidded to a stop in your chest. Why was she goading him like this? You didn’t recall telling Amy about your feelings for the Doctor. Was it that obvious? If she noticed, does that mean…?

The Doctor was quick to invade Amy’s space. He towered above her, his teeth bared with provoked anger. “And what exactly do you want me to admit? That she's careless and doesn’t listen to a word I say? How do I have to clean up her mess after she did the one thing I told her not to?”

Hearing the pained emotion in his voice made every word sting harder. He was not wrong to say it, but it hurt nonetheless. You wished that he would’ve said it to your face rather than having to overhear it in the shadows.

He didn’t stop there. It seemed Amy had opened a dam of pent up thoughts and emotions. Words kept spilling from his lips, each one hurting more than the last. “You know what I see when I look at her? A fragile human being. Someone who is only going to occupy a fraction of my existence.”

“You love her,” Amy spits back, wholly convicted. Tears prick her eyes as she barrels on. “Admit you stupid old man. You. Love. Her.”

Her words seemed to shock the Doctor out of his wrath. He immediately steps back, as if her presence burns.

The two of them look at one another, chests heaving. Amy doesn’t back down, keeping her chin held high, meeting his burning gaze. The Doctor’s face is unreadable, partially due to the fact that you don’t have a good vantage point. The anger doesn’t leave him, but you could tell that he’s considering her words.

You hold your breath, not wanting to miss his response.

It comes out soft, barely within normal talking level, but in the dead silence of the console room you hear it as clear as day: “How can I love her? I won’t—I can’t let that happen.”

You felt your heart drop out of your chest. All of the hurt spirling inside your chest, clawing a cavernous hole to fill with despair.

He doesn’t love you.

You were paralyzed, replaying that awful sentence over and over again. You bring a hand to cover your mouth, feeling the droplets of tears already flowing.

He doesn’t love you and he’s making sure it doesn’t happen.

Are you that awful to be around? That the mere thought of being romantic with you makes him angry?

Your hand presses at the space where your heart lies. Your shirt twists, your body curling deeper into the shadows of the room. You’ve experienced heartbreak before, back on Earth throughout the years. Never like this. It was more than a simple rejection, but a swift blow to your entire worldview.

You thought, foolishly, that maybe there was something between you two. He wouldn’t have let you stay as long as you had if he didn’t like you. All those late night conversations…the small brushes of skin when no one is looking…all of the glances you caught more than once…

They were nothing.

Stumbling back into the hallway, you ran as fast as you could to your room. The TARDIS bestowed mercy on you, materializing your room just a few feet away. You didn’t think twice to fly open the door and slam it shut behind you. You knew the sound would travel to the console room and alert Amy and the Doctor, but you didn’t care.

The force of your cries shook your body, your sobs filling your room despite your hands trying to muffle them. Over and over you replay the entire conversation. You wished the TARDIS would swallow you whole and spit you far, far away from the Time Lord.

You hear the sound of thundering steps approach your room before the sound of frantic knocking against your door.

Before the person could utter a single word, you let out a strangled demand: “Go away!”

“(Y/N), I can—” the Doctor cut himself short. He let out a frustrated huff before starting again. “Please, it’s not what you think.”

Those words snapped you out of your whirlwind of sadness. Anger bubbled in its place.

“Not what I think?!” You didn’t think twice before forcefully opening the door. The Doctor jumps from his spot in front of your room, a show of surprise on his face. “I heard everything.”

The Doctor places his hand up in surrender. The cold, neutral face he had on before is completely wiped away, leaving a startlingly emotional one instead. “Please, if you give me a moment—”

“What more could you say to me?” It comes out shaky, with tears still dripping down your face in rivers. You no doubt look like a complete wreck, but you’re too upset to care. You’re tired of bottling your emotions up. You want him to know how much this meant to you, how much his words physically hurt you. “I know you’re already upset at me that I didn’t listen to you, I know that. You don’t get to stand there and act like this is a whole misunderstanding. I mean come on—fragile human?”

“I know and I’m—”

“I was so relieved to see you again. Three days, Doctor. Three whole days, spent in that cell waiting for you. I felt so guilty for not listening and I hoped that we could reconcile, but no. I was fine with giving you space, but then I had to overhear you talk about me like I’m some burden.” You force yourself to take a deep breath, choosing your next words carefully. “Is that how you really feel about me?”

The Doctor doesn’t respond, which makes you even more angry.

“Did you know?” you spit out. It took everything in you to not shut the door in his face and never come outside again. But you needed to know. “Did you know?”

The silence that came thereafter was deafening. The Doctor let his hands drop to his sides. You didn’t dare blink, watching his every move, waiting for a response. His head dips to the side, his lower lip caught in his teeth as he stares at a spot on the floor. You knew he knew what you were referring to.

When he lifts his head, you were surprised to see such bare remorse. Still, it does nothing to quell you; if anything you’re happy he’s feeling the guilt.

“Yes…I knew for a while,” he mumbled, forcing the words to come out. “Rory’s mum told me, said that you liked me. I told her that of course you liked me, I’m the Doctor. But she gave me a serious look and told me you fancied me.” His lips twisted up at the memory, but seeing your withering glare he quickly dropped it.

You gripped the doorframe, recalling the visit clearly. The Ponds had called you, wanting to go on another adventure after nearly three months of normalcy on Earth. In their absence, it was just you and the Doctor against the universe. Three months of staring longingly at the madman in a box, wanting to spill your guts but feeling too scared to. When the Ponds came back, you remembered Rory’s mum taking the Doctor to the side, whispering in his ear. You had asked what she said, but the Doctor gave a flustered reply. His ears were pink, and his words were hastily spat out.

“That was over a year ago. You knew all that time?” You wanted to scream every curse you knew, both English and alien. It took everything in you to not tear him a new one right then and there. “And I had to hear you say it to Amy of all people? Someone who also fancied you, and if I recalled kissed you?”

It was unfair to throw that back in his face knowing that they moved on from that incident. Amy had since made it explicitly clear that she loved him platonically and was wholly committed to Rory.

The Doctor took a tentative step towards you, unsure if you were going to disappear back into your room. He took another, and another. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, opting to stare at his scuffed shoes.

You could feel him get closer. It unnerved how much you still wanted to be near him, despite everything.

The Doctor’s hands found the curve of your cheek, gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze. Warm palms cupped the sides of your face and his thumbs wiping away the tears that still fell. The sheer intensity of his gaze pinned you in place, burning into you. You watch as his green irises start getting glassy; the planes of his cheeks become a flushed pink. He stood there for a few moments, simply holding your face, looking at you as if it’s the last time he ever will.

You let yourself bask in his touch. He took another step towards you, still holding your face. You closed your eyes as you felt the cool touch of his forehead against yours.

“Doctor—”

“You have every right to be upset.” He gave a chuckle, but you heard the pain in his voice. “You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you. I looked forward to the nights where you pester me with odd questions. Every morning I pray that you stay another day with me, hoping that you don’t wish to go back to Earth.”

The confession scares him, you feel it in the way he tries to keep his voice even. When he pulls his forehead from yours, he still hovers over your face, staring with the heat of all the feelings he tried so desperately to hide.

His eyes move over every inch of your face before settling back to your swollen eyes. You watch his eyes soften, as if he’s seeing the most beautiful star nestled in the depths of your pupils. So focused on the heat of his hands and the movement of his eyes, that you almost miss the twin stream of tears running down his own face.

The Doctor took one shuddering breath, letting his thoughts flow out. “I couldn’t let myself acknowledge my feelings—I couldn’t. Everyone I ever loved…everyone I got close to is gone because of me. I couldn’t let that happen, especially not to you. But then you had to get yourself kidnapped.” His voice trailed off, cracking at the memory.

You dared not to move, fearful that he would snap out of the spell he found himself in. You can’t recall a time where he was this open to you, about his feelings no less. All the pent up emotion you felt before settled to a dull throb in your heart.

“I would’ve brought the entire fleet down on its knees, have them beg for mercy.” You felt the rage in his voice, knowing full well that he meant every word. “When I couldn’t find you, I was terrified. You were gone before…”

His hands trembled, his breath became more ragged. You’ve never seen true terror on his face.

You whisper, just barely audible to his ears. “Before what Doctor?”

He shakes his head, almost wishing he didn’t open his mouth. When you silently pressed him to answer, he couldn't help but cave.

“I lied back there, with Amy,” the Doctor rushed, trying to get all his disorganized thoughts out. “I lied—I didn’t mean what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

“What? Didn’t mean wha—”

“It already happened,” he cried, his body caving towards you. “I told myself I couldn’t let myself love you. I…I lied.”

You felt your heart stop for the second time today. Your mouth slightly agape, unsure of how to respond. The Doctor takes a half step, effectively caging your body against his. You own shaking hands rested atop of his, hoping to calm him.

“Every moment I spent with you, I spent yearning,” he says with such emphasis that leaves no room for doubt. You cry harder at the admission. “I took my frustration on you, made you think that I could never love you. I do—Stars, I do. You have no idea how much I do.”

You couldn’t hold back the loud sob that overtakes your whole body. A cry that leaves the Doctor’s two hearts aching knowing that he caused your pain. He continues to rub his thumbs over your cheeks, not to wipe away the tears, but to soothe you.

“Say it,” you plead, words scraping against your throat. “Say it and I’m yours. I’ll be yours forever.”

Your words trigger something in him, that same fear that made him distant towards you. He doesn’t move from his spot, paralyzed by the decision.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” came his equally desperate reply. “I can’t lose you too.”

“We’ll find a way. You always do.”

The Doctor sags against you, resting his forehead against yours once more. Cries of his own shake him, his tears joining yours on the TARDIS floor. You take it upon yourself to mirror his actions; your hands gently holding his face. His once bright, crystal green eyes were now blurred with tears, encased by swollen, flushed eyelids.

“I love you.”

A barely audible whisper, one meant for you. Said with such raw intensity that it echoes in your ear, seared in your mind forever.

The Doctor clears his throat, furrowing his brows in concentration. “I love you. Stars above, I love you.” He speaks louder, not wanting you to miss a word. “I’ve loved you for years and I was too much of a coward to tell you. I’ll make it up to you, show you how much I’ve wanted you, if you let me.”

A smile stretched across your face. Pure euphoria filled your body, buzzing with a high that made you lightheaded. You feeled the charged energy between you two. The Doctor stills, anxiously awaiting for your response.

“I’m yours,” you say in the shared space between you. A declaration, waiting for the final seal. “I love you, Doctor.”

The Doctor slants against you, finally removing the last inch of space between you. His kiss falls over you like the whispered confession he had given you. His lips mold against yours, slow and lingering. One kiss, then another. You grasp onto him, your hand threading into his hair, another along his jacket. His hands no longer tremble. You feel his palms leave your face and travel down to the curve of your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his body.

When you pull away to breath, he wastes no time burying his face against your neck, peppering the heated skin with kiss after kiss. He finds the spot where your pulse meets your jaw, sucking on the skin harshly, making you shudder. The Doctor overwhelms your senses; his touch, his scent, the taste of his mouth—

The Doctor gives one final kiss against your lips, before releasing you. He watches you catch your breath, seeing your relieved smile stretching across your face. He feels his face mirroring that same delirious smile.

I’m yours, his two hearts sing. I’m yours forever.

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holly-the-trash-writer · 2 years

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Stars in Her Eyes

Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader

Written for an annonymous ask. I hope you enjoy it!

Synopsis: When Y/n prefers to stay in bed instead of going on an adventure, the Doctor does everything he can to cheer her up.

Word Count: 1,275

A/N: Taking requests for Eleven fics!! xo

“So, where to next? Eh?” The Doctor bounced on his toes as he flicked switches on the console, “I know a great planet in the Mutter’s Spiral where the grass is pink, the sand is crystal and the sea is purple.”

He turned to face Y/n who was sitting on the glass stairs, she was looking down at the ground her hand held her head as she wrested her arms on her legs, her eyebrows were furrowed, lips down in a frown.

“Why is your face like that?” he frowned.

Y/n was broken out of her thoughts, “What?”

The Doctor wiggled his fingers at her face, “You’re all scrunched up. It looks weird. Stop it." He comes over to her and grabs both hands softly, “Come on. Anywhere in space and time. Where do you want to go?”

She thought for a moment before slowly standing, “I think... I want to go to bed.”

The Doctor stopped, “Bed? All of time and space and you want a nap?”

She nodded and turned to make her way up the stairs, her movements sluggish, “Yeah.”

The Tardis dinged and he span to look at the console, “I didn’t do anything!”

She then whirred harshly and the Doctor raised his hands in surrender, “Alright. What do you suggest we do?”

With a final mechanical whir, the Doctor grinned, he clapped his hands and kissed the glass, “Oh, you beauty.”

He turned and ran down the glass steps, clapping his hands while running to the kitchen, “Okay. I need, I need, I need recipes, a large chef’s hat, a green whisk, an apron that says kiss the cook and Mary Berry. We have work to do.”

With Mary at his side, they baked up a storm; cookies, brownies, apple tarts, jelly babies and a large box of Jammie Dodgers. He did get the side eye from Mary when he made fish fingers and a bowl of custard.

Mary smiled as the Doctor led her back out of the Tardis again, “You know, dear. I’ve never seen you so smitten before.” she took the Doctor’s hand and patted it with her own, “She must be very special.”

The Doctor grinned and kissed her hand, “The most special girl in the world.”

“Until next time, Doctor.”

After Mary left, he leapt round and ran to the console, “Come on then, old girl, let’s show our girl some stars.” He flipped the lever with a hyper, “Geronimo!” as he trusted the Tardis to guide them to the perfect spot.

Y/n was curled up in bed, not sleeping, not thinking, just lying there. She felt so silly. Lying in bed moping when there was the most amazing man out there who was ready to show her things that she’s never even dreamed of. An alien who owned her heart as she owned both of his. Someone who would do anything for her and instead of being with him she was lying in bed MOPING.

She was startled out of her pity party by five swift knocks on her door before it opened and the Doctor poked his head in.

“Hello!” he grinned.

His smile was infectious and she couldn’t help but smile back, “Hello.”

“How do you feel? Better?”

Y/n sat up, “Yeah a bit.”

The Doctor clapped, “Good. Put a coat on and let’s go.”

“Where?”

He grinned and booped her nose, “If I tell you, it won’t be a secret. Coat. Now.” he clicked his fingers and like a whirlwind he was gone again.

Curiosity got the better of her and she got up, pulled on her trainers and a jacket before running out after him.

He was standing waiting for her by the door of the Tardis, leaning against the door, arms folded and a smirk gracing his lips. When he saw her running down the stairs his hearts skipped.

“What are we doing, Doctor?” she smiled gently as she walked over to him.

He held out his hand, “Trust me?”

“Always.” she reached out and placed her hand in his, feeling him squeezing tight as he pulled her out the door of the Tardis.

Y/n gasped as she looked around. They were on the planet that the Doctor told her about. The crystal sand, purple water, the grass on the hills were bubble-gum pink and she stared in complete awe. The moon was high in the sky which made the crystals twinkle like stars.

“Oh, my, Doctor.” looking around she saw he was standing a few feet away. A large blanket at his feet and a wicker basket. “Doctor?”

He waved her over enthusiastically before sitting cross-legged on the blanket.

Y/n walked through the grass and sat next to the Doctor on the blanket. “Is this... are we... Doctor is this a picnic?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes, “Of course it’s a picnic what else could it possibly be?” He gave Y/n a look up and down, “Are you sure you’re alright.” he took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned her up and down before Y/n slapped it away.

“I’m fine, Doctor.” she shrugged, “I just didn’t take you for a picnic kind of... alien.”

The Doctor fidgeted as he took out things from the basket, “Well, this isn’t for me.”

Y/n frowned, “What?”

“I know you love stars.” The Doctor whispered.

Y/n’s heart almost burst, he took her here to try and cheer her up. She smiled as she pointed to the sand, “They do look so much like stars.”

The Doctor chuckled, “No, darling.” He slowly leaned forward and gently placed his hands on her cheeks and he tilted her head up.

She gasped.

The sky was impossible. She could see galaxies, the swirling of colours, the stars. Oh, she’s never seen anything like it. It was like she could reach out her hand and touch the sky.

And that was the feeling you always have when you’re in love with the Doctor.

The Doctor was smiling as he watched her eyes fly around the sky, trying to take everything in at once. Committing it all to memory so she could never forget it.

The stars reflected into her eyes and they sparkled like the brightest galaxy. The Doctor’s jaw dropped as he realised that he was gazing at the most beautiful thing in the world. The most beautiful thing in every world.

“Oh, Doctor. It’s beautiful.” she breathed.

The Doctor never looked away from her face, “Yes, it is.”

Y/n looked at him and chuckled. “Doctor! You’re not even looking.”

He gently rubbed his thumbs against her cheekbones, “I don’t need to.”

“Because you’ve seen it before?”

The Doctor chuckled, “No. I’m already looking at the most beautiful thing. It’s sitting here, right here in front of me.”

Before Y/n could stutter out a reply the Doctor leaned forward and pressed his lips to her ear, “I’m going to kiss you now.” He whispered slowly, his voice deeper than usual.

He pulled back and leaned into Y/n’s space, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. The feeling of her lips against his own made him want to give her the sun if she asked for it. Even if she didn’t, he would still give it to her.

He tangled his long fingers into her hair, the other stayed cupping her cheek as she clutched the lapels of his jacket.

That’s where they stayed, neither of them sure how long.

Kissing under the stars.

Sharing fish fingers and custard.

Eating Jammie Dodgers while lying side by side, hand in hand, to stare at the sky.

The Doctor and Y/n.

The greatest love story in the universe.

Y/n moaned as she ate a brownie, "Doctor! This tastes amazing! There is no way you made this!" she giggles.

The Doctor grinned as he took his own bite, talking with his mouth full, "If I told you who did, you wouldn't believe me."

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yeehawbrothers · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes-Part 2

Y/N: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Doctor: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Y/N: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING AMY WITH ME Rory, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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Episode 5: The Unknown Subject

Doctor Who : Multishot

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 3413

Warnings: some gunshots. some blood. some violence. some virus warfare. some of the oncoming storm. River taking matters into her own hands... inspiration and some lines came from Criminal Minds Season 4 Episode 24 “Amplification.”

Request: This just came from my own head 😊

A/N: A skilled team of FBI tactical profilers analyze the country’s most prevalent oncoming disasters, anticipating the criminal mind’s next moves before they can inflict doomsday.

Episode 4: The New Heir

Episode 5: The Unknown Subject {You Are Here}

Episode 6: Dr. Smith

The DAU was overrun with representatives of all international governments. The army was instructing team members under the FBI and CIA to form search parties abroad in each country. Agents were conversing with contacts across seas as they tried to get everyone on the same page about the suspect.

SSA Smith was in the conference room having a heated discussion with other leaders and officials. They could all see him fuming behind the glass walls.

Jack was leaning into Donna, muttering some theories about where they were going to be stationed next. “I heard the professor was last seen in France.”

“She crossed the border after the stunt in London,” Donna agreed, readjusting her blazer as new agents caught her eye. “I think John’s talking to the Prime Minister and the president of France.”

Rory was sitting at his desk, glasses pushed up his nose, “He’s been tense.”

(Y/N) agreed, folding her arms and standing next to the rest of her team. The Doctor had been avoiding her as of late. He had become this hardened, cold-shouldered character since the last reality.

It was hard to associate him with her Doctor. He was so dark and strict and to-the-point. But she could see the split second of recognition in his green eyes when he looked at her.

He still looked at her with fondness.

“You think the professor will cook up some new disease?” Donna asked rather morbidly, “After we traced the last one?”

“Well, with the CDC already synthesizing a cure after the last attack,” Rory said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to create a 2.0 version to throw us through a loop.”

Jack nodded towards the conference room, “Look. He’s calling us in. Time for another debriefing.”

The team walked determinedly through the crowds of agents and military personnel, climbing the ramp to get to their seats.

The Doctor had his arms folded, already introducing their guest before they all sat down.

“Hello everyone, this is Dr. Martha Jones, chief of special pathogens with the CDC.”

(Y/N) nodded to the woman she recognized as a past companion of the Doctor. But the Martha here didn’t know her – she just looked worried with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“Hello, I’m sorry to meet under these circumstances,” Martha said. “The target, Professor River Song, has been developing an unknowable strain of virus capable to compete with our most deadly naturally occurring viruses.”

“She’s already tried that,” Jack said, “We’re creating a cure, aren’t we?”

The Doctor frowned, “She’s struck again with an entirely new strain – in Lyon, France.”

“Oh my god,” Donna whispered.

“Last night, 47 people checked into hospitals with similar symptoms,” Martha began, “And by this morning 22 of those people have died.”

Jack took a seat, “Damn.” He set his jaw, “Were you able to detect the virus?”

“Yes,” Martha said, “Disease control centers across the world have taken samples and are working around the clock to create a new cure.”

“In the meantime,” the Doctor said, “We have to apprehend the professor before she strikes again. We have reason to believe she’s entered the United States. She may have been spotted at the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport in Georgia.”

Rory piped up, “But she didn’t attack the airport?”

“No,” said Martha.

“Then what are we doing about other potential mass targets?” Rory continued, “Malls, trains, subways?”

The Doctor sighed, “There’s a media blackout. We can’t tell the public.”

“There’d be a mass exodus,” Jack nodded in agreement, “The panic would end up killing more people.”

“We’re heading to Georgia,” the Doctor said, “Wheels up in five. Thank you Dr. Jones.”

Martha nodded to him, “I’ll be your direct contact for the cure. I’ll let you know of any developments.”

The team all stood and made for the elevators to pack for their coming trip. Martha followed to converse with the military scientists outside. (Y/N) remained behind with the Doctor, anxiously waiting for him to look at her.

“Doctor,” she said cautiously, “Are you okay?”

It looked like he was hardly breathing, “Perfectly fine.”

“You don’t sound like yourself,” she continued, “I can tell you’re upset.”

“Why would I be upset?” he said lowly, “I only learned that a close friend of mine wants to kill you.”

He went to exit the conference room, but (Y/N) stepped in front of the door.

“I wasn’t going to die.”

“Yes,” he said darkly, his voice deep and angered, “You would’ve.”

“But not in reality. Not in our true reality,” she pressed, “This is a dream, Doctor – you know that.”

“How can you be so sure dying in here doesn’t mean you’ll die in real life?” he asked, brow furrowed.

Gone was his dancing fingers and giddy steps. Gone was his childlike smile and eccentric movements. He was tall and cold and angry.

“I trust River,” she said quietly, “Her logic is sound.”

“But unproven,” he said, “We don’t know what’s keeping us here. It could be dangerous to wake up. There has to be another way.”

There was the strange tingle of anticipation growing. The dream was about to zap them to the next scene. They had been off script for too long.

“This isn’t up for debate, (Y/N),” he said.

She hated the way he looked at her like he couldn’t fully see her. He was clouded by the storm that had developed and resided within him. The Oncoming Storm.

Something sparked in her stomach. The reason he became like this was because she almost died. Because he cared about her so much he was willing to do anything to keep her safe.

~~~

(Y/N) was suddenly sitting in a booth in a local Georgia café. Across from her was Jack, sipping a massive chocolate milkshake.

It seemed like a more Jack thing to do rather than this FBI agent character. It almost made her smile.

“You sure you don’t want some?” he asked, biting off the candied cherry.

She slumped into the booth, “I’m okay, thanks.” She looked around to see if any of the other team members were there. “I wouldn’t want to spill on my suit.”

Jack looked amused, “And you think I will? Am I a messy eater?”

“The worst,” she snickered. But her mind was still clouded with the interaction with the Doctor. He had looked so angry.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Jack said, swirling his straw around. “Don’t be coy, I know that look.”

She gave a nervous smile, “John?” The scripted lines came out of her easily while her mind dwelled on the dilemma at hand. “We had an argument.”

“Obviously,” Jack said with rolling eyes, “We all saw you in the conference room. He’s just worried about you is all.”

“I know, and it’s infuriating.”

Jack sighed, “You had a close call last case – you almost died.” He contemplated his next sentence for a second, “I think Smith realized that it was possible to lose you.”

“That was always a possibility.”

“But he got a taste of it,” Jack leaned in, putting emphasis on his words, “He had a taste of those feelings – of that loss – and it terrified him.”

(Y/N) could feel her heart snap into motion. It might’ve been a script, but what Jack was saying made total sense to the Doctor as well.

There had been a pattern to all of these dreams. And she was starting to see it.

“You’re making it sound like…”

Jack clicked his tongue, “Like he’s in love with you?” He grinned, “That’s because he is.”

Every dream had a theme of getting the Doctor and (Y/N) together. In the New York apartment there was the tender moment they shared in the coffeehouse. In the fantasy realm he rescued her from an arranged marriage – had said I love you to each other. In the old English estate they were prompted to be friendly with one another in hopes of an eventual marriage.

There had never been a spoken word between them about being anything more than friends, than companions. Sure there had been initial attraction but it was quickly set aside when it was evident the Doctor wasn’t interested.

Or was he.

Perhaps (Y/N) had been blinded by her own efforts to avoid greater feelings. It made traveling with him easier. If she had developed true love with him then the entire companionship would be at risk of falling apart.

But as Jack started rambling on about the evidence he had gathered on why John was in love with her, she continued to connect dots.

These dreams were tailored to the Doctor.

When he wanted to catch River Song for what she did, the dream state changed into a reality where that was plausible. It was set in a crime drama where they caught bad guys.

Somehow the Doctor was in charge. He might not even realize it.

“I’ve completely stumped you, haven’t I?” Jack asked, setting his milkshake aside, “Hard to believe Smith is capable of love, huh.”

“Not entirely.”

Jack looked up quick, “Really?”

(Y/N) shrugged, eyes glazed as she tried to pull herself out of her deep thought. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the guy crack a smile, let alone express an ounce of affection.”

She became reminiscent of the Doctor that was the opposite. The one that was all smiles and all doting affection. Was her safety really the reason for him acting so different?

“But I do know that I’ve never seen him more relaxed than when he’s with you,” Jack said with a growing smirk. “You bring out the best in him.”

“And the worst,” she said quietly, “Evidently.”

Jack threw a few dollars on the table, “It’s gotta be nice to be loved that much though.”

She wrung her hands, “We have to go meet Smith and Pond.”

“I’m telling you…” Jack said, leading the way outside and brandishing a pair of sunglasses, “You gotta say something to him. The poor guy is hopeless when it comes to first moves. Trust me, I’ve worked with the guy for years.”

(Y/N) walked alongside him, making sure her firearm and badge were secured at her belt. “I don’t think he’s in the mood for any love confessions.”

“He’s never in the mood,” Jack said with a laugh. He slung his arm around her shoulders, always the light heart. “But if you’re so concerned with why he’s upset, maybe you need to talk about it.”

“I tried this morning,” she grumbled, his bouncing steps infectious.

Jack squeezed her shoulder, “Then you try again. He might not be an easy man. But he’s a good man.”

She wholeheartedly agreed with that statement. The Doctor was a complicated, eccentric genius who made things more difficult than they had to be. But he was also the loveliest, most generous man who gave the best hugs.

And they deserved to get out of there. And (Y/N) had to get through to him somehow – even with him being stuck in this arrogant, gruff character.

She spotted the Doctor and Amy through the windows of the local police station. They seemed to be discussing something as they looked over a city map. Jack led them across the street and towards the entrance.

He gave her a playful wink as they walked into their work room.

“(Y/N),” said Amy, always looking her best in her professional attire. She was usually underestimated by the agents, but always made the looks on their faces all the more amusing when she proved them wrong.

“Have you found anything?” she asked, avoiding a glance in the Doctor’s direction.

Amy shook her head, “We’re waiting on some intel in central Atlanta. Our profile has led us to believe that the professor will plan an attack at the Atlanta History Center.”

The Doctor muttered, “It’s a historical museum. A place she might enjoy.” He flashed his eyes toward (Y/N) and they both dwelled on their archeologist of a friend. River would love old museums.

“What intel are we waiting for?” Jack asked, eyeing their position on the city map.

Amy scrolled through her phone, “They’re verifying that the professor was spotted in the vicinity. Noble and Williams are giving out the profile and monitoring the surveillance.”

“Let’s not start a panic at the museum unless we have to,” the Doctor said, rubbing hard at his face.

“Understood,” Jack said.

But (Y/N) had fixated on the scruff of the Doctor’s jaw. It was so strange to see him like that. He looked older. He looked more tired. He looked… like an adult.

She wanted his little toyshop salesman self to come out and make some childish remark about the taste of custard cream or the boredom of taxes.

“Can I have a moment alone with (Y/N).” The Doctor was still looking away as his colleagues shared looks.

Jack and Amy cleared their throats, sidling out of the room with quick steps.

(Y/N) wrung her hands again, feeling the uneasiness of an unscripted moment.

“Doctor…”

“You’re going to stay here when we go apprehend River Song.”

“Excuse me?” the words became lodged in her throat, “You can’t do that.”

He gave her a heated stare, “I’m not risking you getting hurt.”

“Doctor, how many times do I need to tell you not to worry. This isn’t real. I won’t really get hurt.”

“Did that Spanish flu hurt?” he asked, emotion flaring in his eyes, “Did laying in your sickbed hurt you?”

It did. But she knew there wasn’t any permanent damage. It was just a dream.

“I’ll wake up,” she said quietly, “It would force me awake.”

He gritted his teeth, “And what if it doesn’t?”

“God, I’d risk it, Doctor! We can’t stay stuck in here for the rest of our lives.”

He looked conflicted, “But it hasn’t been so bad, has it? The roles we’ve played.”

“That’s all it is, Doctor. It’s all play. It’s not real. I want to get back to our real lives.”

“You’re real,” he deadpanned, uncharacteristically still as he stood his ground. “You’re enough for me.”

She blanked. Her mind sifted out of her ears as she scrambled to form words. “Doctor… there are more realistic ways to have a life with me. You don’t have to dream one up.”

His shoulders stiffened, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I have a feeling you might.” She took a step forward, “You can’t create some fictional life with me where we play these characters that live normal married human lives.”

“We’ve never been married,” he said quickly.

“I had a feeling the next one might have us be,” she said just as fast. “It shifts to your wants, Doctor. But what you want here… right now – it’s not what I want. I can’t play a character and pretend that I’m happy with all this.”

His fingers started to fidget like they use to on their adventures, “You’re not happy.”

She lightly shook her head. “I want to go home.”

“You’re not happy here with me.” He said it more to himself then to her.

But she quickly cut in, “I’m happy with you on the tardis. I’m happy with you back in our own lives.” Her hands rose to clutch at her chest, “Please, Doctor – this isn’t right. We have to wake up.”

“There has to be another way than dying!” he said, furious again.

There was a whoosh of air and the pair of them were standing outside of a historical building, groups of people running around in a panic.

Their talk of the real world had them flying to the next scene.

They were clad in bullet proof vests, guns poised in their hands. Wires crept up their backs and into their ears. They could hear the rest of their team asking for orders and the whereabouts of Professor River Song.

“No,” the Doctor growled, addressing (Y/N). “You are staying here while I find River.”

“Like hell I am,” she cried back, taking off for the museum.

“(Y/N)!” the Doctor yelled, “It isn’t safe.”

The screams of the bystanders became muted as she searched for their friend. Seeing her here would mean River was sucked into the dream world too. She could no longer manipulate the rules of the dream.

Her feet pounding into the cement, she frantically searched the faces of the crowd. The Doctor was getting lost behind her, being swarmed by the public.

She cried out, “River! River I’m here!” She kept her finger off the trigger, but her gun was still brandished. “River Song!”

Then in the distance she heard a voice cry back, “(Y/N)?”

She flew around, there at the edge of the building was a pile of crazed, curly hair. She had her own gun at her hip.

“How did you get here?” (Y/N) asked, “Did you get pulled in?”

“Unfortunately,” River said, meeting her friend with a hug. “But I can still try to pull us out.”

(Y/N) eyed her gun, “You trying to get back in prison for murdering someone?”

River shrugged, “This is just a nightmare. None of it is real.”

“Feels real,” (Y/N) whispered, staring at the gun, “I suppose that’s what scares you awake.”

The gun was raised and aimed for (Y/N), “That’s the theory.”

“The Doctor’s not so sure.”

“He gets skeptical when it comes to the safety of those he loves.”

“People keep telling me that,” (Y/N) said, holstering her gun.

River took a deep breath, taking aim, “That he worries for your safety?”

“No,” (Y/N) said, “That he loves me.”

“Maybe you should take the hint,” the professor laughed, “This should only sting a little.” Her eyes flickered to behind (Y/N), “Incoming.”

“Hands in the air!” came the voice of Amy, “I said hands up!”

Jack was right behind her, “(Y/N), where is your gun?”

“It’s alright,” she responded over her shoulder, “I’ll see you guys when we wake up.” She gave a nod towards River Song.

She nodded back, firing three gunshots.

Red hot pain ran through (Y/N)’s lower abdomen. Two shots barely clipped the vest, but the third lodged itself near her hipbone, but definitely into her major organs. It was true, the shock and adrenaline that coursed her system made the bullets only slightly hurt.

She was falling to her knees when more shots were fired. In the distance she could see River Song fall to the ground.

The pain was sharp but was growing into something dull and achingly present. A hand pressed to her stomach came back coated in bright blood. The life was beginning to slip between her fingers.

“(Y/N)!” came a cry from above. Rough hands grasped at her body, pulling her in a way that made her wounds flare up.

She cried out, “Stop!” Her fingers were weak where she grabbed at the arms around her. It was hard to see – her vision was blurry. Her ears were full of a buzz.

But it was the Doctor that cradled her now, “What did you do?” he whispered. “What did you do?”

There was a crack in his voice and her heart began to hurt just as much as the rest of her body.

~~~

There was an insistent beeping somewhere next to her. The air smelled sterile and stuffy with disinfectant.

Her fingers picked at the cotton sheets around her. There was something taped to the back of her hand.

Opening her eyes, she spotted the IV drip. After adjusting she noticed the white walls and old machines measuring her heartrate.

She quickly lifted the blankets to look at her abdomen. After a quick inspection she realized that there weren’t any bandages. There was no evidence at all that she was shot just minutes before. Her skin was clear.

“Dammit,” she whispered, her head falling back into the pillows. They had jumped to another reality.

A crash against her windows had her looking for the source.

There, clad in scrubs and white lab coats, was Amy and Rory. The pair of them kissing like they were hungry for their last meal. Pressed against the window they were unabashed as they consumed each other.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Great… they were stuck in a medical drama now.

And something else had become evident. The Doctor might have more control over the dream than she realized.

It was apparent that if the Doctor didn’t want to wake up, then (Y/N) wasn’t going to wake up either.

~~~

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Ticking Love Bomb (Part Two) || Eleventh Doctor × gn!Reader

Part 1, 2...

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Summary: Your adventure with the Doctor and the Ponds takes a harsh turn when it seems you're targeted with a potion. A love potion, specifically the type where you fall in love with whoever's eyes you met first after "drinking" it. But what if you're already in love with him?

TWS: aliens, space, references of guns, smoke, unrequited love (but not really), self sacrificial attitudes, and purely oblivious people. Also, just a touch of angst (typical of a love confession).

[[A/N: So I've kind of written a lot of this one already... So, expect a few updates soon. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

It was silent, your heart beating furiously in your chest -and something in you stilled further.

What if it happened now, what if you died here?

You scoffed, in disbelief, “What?”

“They, they crafted something love-related, essentially antagonizing the physical aspects of love, you know? Like, um-” He rambled, voice quieter than it had ever been, “-your heart rate.”

“What so-” you began, a bit in an unbelievable tone, “-my heart can just explode? I breathed in a potion that can just make my heart explode?”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” the Doctor continued, moving forward what seemed like endless hallways, “-the potion, if you’d even call it that, slipped into your brain, and that’s where your heart… The brain is the launching point.”

“I…” you hummed, following slowly behind him, “-I can’t control it then, can I?”

“Well, no,” he began, spinning around at the tone of voice- at the defeat, “-but there’s a cure. What, you aren’t- Y/N.”

“Doctor, my heart is going to explode,” you answered, careful and considerate, “I don’t… I don’t think this is the time I play it safe.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he added, a bit astonished and a tone you knew well, sorrowed disbelief.

“Look,” you relented, “-are you even sure of the cure? Really?”

“I-” he stammered out.

“It’s amateur, right?” you spoke, gently, “-That’s below your pay grade. Isn’t it?”

He cleared his throat, a determined look set into his eyes, “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up, and really neither should you.”

“I’m not giving up, Doctor. It’s just-” you exclaimed, “-if it’s between you or me-”

“Stop,” he interrupted, back to you with a tone you knew but had never been the target of, “-just… stop.”

“I can’t, okay?” he added his voice with the slightest bit of a shake, “I won’t. Not you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt it -the spike. It was different, the tingle buzzing up your arms and your heart bumping so heavily in your chest. If you squinted, you could see the fuzz of pink filling in the corners of your vision - leftover potion, probably.

“Okay,” you exhaled, “-I’ll try.”

He hummed, a bit damper than you had seen, but you supposed death could do that to a man. Especially someone who had seen so much.

“I think the sonic is picking up on the Ponds,” he changed the subject, “-best we find them first, maybe they know something we don’t.”

“Right,” you clarified, “Are we brainstorming on the way or? For my…”

“Yes,” the Doctor’s eyebrows flattened, “I’m thinking. I never stop thinking.”

“‘Course you don’t,” you smiled, slowly following him (you trusted him with every fiber of your being). And there it was again, the pink fuzz filling your eyes, just the corners.

You blinked, and it vanished.

“What’s the typical cure?” you asked, mostly out of curiosity, “Like non-amateur.”

“It’s terribly cliche,” he professed, a little bit of a chuckle in his tone, “-whoever loves you has to confess. Or, you have to. To the person, you actually love, not just… not the potion.”

“Wait,” you shook your head, “-I’m the one whose affected how would someone who loved me be involved? Shouldn’t it be-”

“It is,” he cleared his throat, looking oddly uncomfortable, “-it’s kind of a backup option, really. To, uh, get you to see your ‘options’, I suppose.”

“And the difference with mine?”

“Well,” he exhaled, a strong gust of breath, “-yours has a physical emphasis on it, on purpose -assumedly. Your heart is much more sensitive.”

“So…?”

“Let’s say you confess to who you love,” he wasn’t looking at you, and something tinged within you, “-if they don’t reciprocate… Your heart with taking it stronger, a literal heartbreak. You won’t-”

“If they don’t love me back,” you continued, “-I’ll die.”

“Yes.”

“Right so, that’s not an option,” you huffed out, blinking back what hope you had, “-so, we wait for a confession.”

“Why not?” the Doctor asked, genuinely questioning, “Surely if you, Y/N, were in love with someone, they’d love you back. They’d be stupid not too.”

Your head buzzed, and the pink fuzz started again, blurrily along the edges. You could feel your heartrate pick up, genuinely unsettling how fast it was pumping. You almost expected your chest to cartoonishly be pounding out in a comical heart shape.

“Doctor!”

You blinked, and your chest calmed.

Amy rushed to him down a hallway with Rory tightly by her side, their eyes filling with a general sense of relief.

"Amelia-" he let out a breath, scanning over her briefly, partially for assumed injuries. Your heart seemed to not take that lightly, amplified by the curse, you'd assumed.

Rory answered, noticing the familiar trail, "We're unscathed. There was only a voice-"

"She said," Amy exhaled, shaky, "-she said she'd kill you both."

"Right," the Doctor hummed, clearly compensating, "-they all say that though, don't they?"

You chastised, eyes landing on the frazzled redhead (you'd never seen her like this… except without Rory), "Doctor."

"Are you guys okay?" Rory interrupted, taking a moment to look at the two of you, like he could see it on the surface level, "She didn't hurt you two, did she?"

Your eyes fell to your wrist, if you squinted you could almost see your pulse, and Amy's eyes followed them.

"Did she?" She asked, with more intention behind it - a fury you'd become familiar with.

You opened your mouth, but the Doctor found his way to the words quicker, "It's…"

"My heart is cursed," you exhaled, voice wobbly, "- and I… I'm on a timer."

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