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

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

Word Count: 5490

Warnings: brief mention of depression (nothing in detail)

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

It's 4 AM

I can't turn my head off

Wishin' these memories would fade

They never do

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

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

Flashback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my – Doctor this is beautiful!”

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

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

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

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

End Flashback

Turns out people lied

They said, "Just snap your fingers"

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

I just need time

Click. Click. Click.

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

Mundane.

Boring.

Normal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snapping one, two

Where are you?

You're still in my heart

Flashback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-Doctor are you o-okay?” I gasped.

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

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

“A very nice pillow, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End Flashback

Snapping three, four

Don't need you here anymore

Get out of my heart

'Cause I might snap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm writing a song

Said, "This is the last one"

How many last songs are left?

I'm losing count

Flashback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

“Run!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

And he was gone.

Since June twenty-second

My heart's been on fire

I've been spending my nights in the rain-

Tryna put it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled.

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

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

“Good evening,” said the man.

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

“Headed anywhere special?” he asked.

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

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

“Sorry, do I know y –”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Allons-y!”

So I'm snapping one, two

Where are you?

You're still in my heart

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Diamonds Are Forever - Part One

Warnings: Non-Con, kidnapping, captivity, swearing, torture, angst, breeding, implied rape. Explicit 18+ only, please read at your own risk.

Characters: Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: You're rescued from being one of Vought's experiments, but are you really safe?

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: You can find my Masterlist here. Comments, shares and likes are appreciated!

At first you think you're delirious. Your ears prick at the distant sound of yelling, rapid gunfire interspersed with loud bangs and screams. Your head tilts to the side, your eyes locked on the door as you pick up on the multiple sets of footsteps making their way down the hallways, towards your cell. Not a hallucination then.

That's when you hear their voices.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Butcher?"

"Positive, Hughie. Now let's have a fucking look at what's behind door number three, shall we?"

One, two, three, and the steel door flies inwards, narrowly missing you as it screeches to a halt in the corner of the room. Your eyes narrow as the dust settles and the three men come into view, a dark haired man grins at you wickedly whilst a tall, skinny man throws you a nervous wave over the shoulder of the first. Your whole body tenses as your eyes find the third, he's assessing you with a smirk on his face, his eyes roving up and down your form as he takes you in. He's tall and rugged and like you, a fucking supe; complete with a costume and shield.

"Well aren't you just a doll."

"Who are you and what the fuck do you want?" The supe tsks at you loudly and shakes his head in disapproval.

"A lady as pretty as you shouldn't be using that kind of language." Your eyes flash with anger and you clench your fists tightly.

"You didn't answer me. Is this one of their tests? Did he put you up to this!?" The dark haired man intervenes then, he steps forward slowly, his hands raised in surrender as if he's trying to calm a feral animal.

"Easy, love. We're not here to hurt ya. On the contrary, we've come to get you out of here." You level him with a glare.

"And why would you do that? I don't know you." His face splits into a wide grin.

"Homelander. We're gonna kill the cunt, and you're gonna help us."

You find yourself ushered into a plush bedroom by an older man named Legend, an old friend of the supe you now knew as Soldier Boy.

The three men had introduced themselves to you not long after leaving the lab and explained that you would be laying low at Legend's home with them until it was time to execute Homelander, much to the eccentric man's chagrin.

You try to shake off the feeling of unease as you find the adjoining bathroom and begin to take off the clothes the scientists had made you wear, desperate to feel clean after so long in that place. You try to will your muscles to relax as you stand under the warm stream and let the rivulets of water carry down your hair, neck, shoulders and back but the tendrils of anxiety still linger in your chest.

Would he find you? And would they be able to protect you if he did?

You sigh as you secure the towel around your body and analyse your reflection in the mirror, despite all of the things they had done to you, all of the pain that you had endured, there were no marks left to show their handiwork. He had liked that, he had called you flawless.

You startle when you walk back into the bedroom, so caught up in the maelstrom of your thoughts that you hadn't heard Hughie come in. He bounces on his heels nervously and gestures to the bags laid out on the bed, purposefully avoiding looking at your state of undress.

"Sorry, I-uh, I should've waited outside, but I brought you some clothes and some food." You stare at him blankly as he stutters, unsure of how to respond to his seemingly genuine act of kindness. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and starts to back towards the bedroom door.

"I'll just-uh go now, let me know if you need anything else."

"Hughie-" He stops and turns towards you, his hand resting on the doorknob. "Thank you."

You lay on your back, eyes focused on the ceiling as insomnia wreaks havoc on your mind. You think back to the other girls, the needles and the screams, the liquid that coursed through your veins, the pain that burned through your body like fire.

A wave of nausea rolls through you as you hear his voice in your head, his praising, taunting, telling you that it was just a matter of time.

The house is silent as you descend the stairs, everyone is asleep and you pad quietly into the kitchen in search of something to calm your frayed nerves. Your eyes light up when you spy a small orange bottle on the counter but you grumble when you pick it up and find it empty.

"Can't sleep?" You turn quickly and throw the bottle of pills at the intruder, freezing when it bounces off of his chest and rolls across the floor.

Soldier Boy leans against the door frame, arms crossed and eyebrow raised as you stare at him. He matches your stare until the silence becomes unbearable.

"No." You stand straighter as he pushes away from the wall, those green eyes of his examining you as he stalks around you. He opens one of the cupboards and retrieves an unopened bottle filled with amber liquid, whisky you think. He smirks and shakes it at you teasingly.

"Won't you have a drink with me, Honey?" You watch him wearily, you don't trust him and you don't want to let your guard down but it's been so long since you've been able to just sleep.

"If you try anything, know that I won't hesitate to tear off your cock." He chuckles then, it's deep and rich and your stomach tightens at the sound of it.

"I don't doubt you'd try."

You settle down on one end of the long couch, not taking your eyes off of him and accept the short glass he holds in your direction, careful not to touch him more than needed as you take it from him. He settles into the chair opposite you and sets the bottle down on the coffee table. He hums as he takes a long sip from his own glass, his legs are spread wide and his free hand rests against his thigh.

"You're strong." He grins at you now and his chest puffs slightly from the compliment.

"Yes I am."

"Strong enough to kill Homelander?" His smile falters then, he leans forward to set his glass down on the table and clasps his hands together, elbows resting on his knees. The way that he's eyeing you makes you uncomfortable and you shift in your seat, he nods once as he considers what he's going to say.

"Why were you in that lab?" You frown at him.

"You didn't read the files?" He shakes his head and you nod as your fingers grip your knee, your short nails dig into the fabric of your jeans, the discomfort grounds you. You're silent for a long time as you run through the events that you remember and try to piece them together, the memories are hazy but not enough for you to forget.

"I was just on my way home from work, I remember waking up in that white room, in those clothes. There were others too, I could hear them, they wanted us to hear each other."

His brows are furrowed as he watches you, you knock back the remainder of your glass and set it down, your features steeled to hide the emotions bubbling just below the surface.

"Homelander wants children and in order to have those he needs a living incubator, but seeing as most supe women are sterile they had to get creative. They tried something new, they pumped us full of chemicals until we changed, it burned like hell and the more they did it the stronger I got, I had more stamina, my senses got better."

You lean forward and grab the whiskey bottle and bring it to your lips, you take a long pull before offering it back to Soldier Boy. He takes it from you with a silent nod.

"Then one day I woke up strapped to a table, they wanted to see how much my body could take, so they poked and prodded and sliced, I didn't bleed, I didn't bruise, but I still felt everything." You breathe deeply, trying to ignore the heaviness in your chest.

"He came to my cell the next day, told me that I was going to be the one honoured with carrying his children, that the others weren't as strong as me, as beautiful as me. I tried to slit his throat with the scalpel I stole from the lab but it didn't even make a fucking dent."

"He didn't try to kill you?" You let out a mirthless laugh.

"Of course he did, he tried to laser me in half but it didn't work, it didn't even mark my skin. That's when he started calling me his diamond and ranting about how our children would rule the world."

You scrunch your nose in disgust as you remember the moment before looking back at the man across from you. Soldier Boy's jaw is clenched tight and his expression is stormy, his eyes have darkened and his fingers are no longer entwined but pulled into fists. You consider him as he exhales deeply.

"Did he?-" You ignore him and shake your head as you rise from the couch and walk towards him, his eyes widen as you snatch the bottle of whisky from his hand and make your way past him to the stairs.

"That's enough sharing for one night."

Part Two >

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childlikegoblinqueen · 1 month

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Just feeling grateful!

Just a word of thanks to literally everyone who has either read any of my fics and/or engaged in chatting about my crazy weird headcanons or plot lines.

I cannot stress enough how much it means. It was difficult for me to work up the courage to write, let alone SHARE fan fiction and now I am just super happy that I have.

#sweet child o mine #thank you readers #toh fanfic #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 author #fan fic stuff #fan fiction author #fan fiction writing #I seriously cannot thank you all enough

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tismrot · 6 months

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AO3 WRITERS:

I’ve noticed how you tend to put dialogue in new paragraphs, something rarely seen in books. I uploaded my fic in traditional formatting - dialogue within paragraphs - but then I started thinking.

Is there a reason why most texts on AO3 is formatted differently? Readability on phones, perhaps?

While I’m not new to writing, I’m new to fanfics and AO3, so thank you for any insights!

EXAMPLE

Screenshot from What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding): https://archiveofourown.org/works/22557148/chapters/56470528?view_adult=true and Good Omens:

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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March’s Author of the Month

@syntheticavenger is a talented writer on this site.

Her masterlist is full of daydreams.

Her stories take readers on a journey to remarkable places, and she's always creating something new and exciting.

She is constantly pushing the boundaries of storytelling and crafting unique and captivating stories that capture her readers' imaginations. She has a passion for exploring the depths of her characters and crafting stories that will stay with her readers long after the fic is finished.

There is a wide range of fics she has, ranging from sweet fluff to intense dark daydreams.

personal favorites:

Are you looking for the most beautiful Ari Levinson AU who adores you and just wants to make you happy?

The only thing I can recommend is to read it ASAP! This Ari is the dream!

Life in the Fast Lane

CEO! Alpha Ari Levinson x Mechanic! Omega Reader

The last thing you need is a distraction while trying to run a small auto shop. Ari Levinson is just that and more

Synth ability to weave multiple storylines and connect them together adds an extra layer of richness to her work, making it stand out from the crowd.

When I read Life in the Fast Lane, I noticed another character was mentioned, I saw Dark Alpha Steve Rogers had his own storyline.

Fragile, one of the best dark Steve fics I've read.

This story is crafted with exquisite detail, taking me on an emotional rollercoaster ride of highs and lows.

Read the warnings for this series.

Fragile

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Working at the Avengers compound is a dream come true. You have everything you’ve ever wanted until a small security breach reveals a secret that has Steve Rogers very interested in who you truly are.

The following are some of the fics I got to treasure to read around in March:

Manicure All You Need Drive Time to Run - Part Thirteen

Your One and Only So Close

Man or Monster (sequel to So Close) Good Girl

Steve murders your boyfriend (drabble) Mean!Steve (drabble)

#fan fiction author #writer rec 💐#bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #ari levinson fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #woc writers

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doorhanginoffthehinges · 5 months

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Im so sad whenever an author is hating on their fic 🥺 like no baby stop insulting my fave guyyy 😭 ur hating on the reason im grinning like a fool, hating on the angel that blessed my life with these words of beauty 🙏 im sure she’s trying her best w everything that’s going on in her life bestie

#ao3 #fan fiction #fanfiction writer #fan fiction author #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #there are way too many fanfic tags

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luciehercndale · 8 months

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We need to talk more about the freedom of fan fic writers and how they need to be appreciated more. As a fan fic writer - keyword being fan - I am entitled to write about whoever and whatever I want, how many times I see it fit, and to my heart's content, with no pressure. Fan fic writing isn'a a job, after all. It's a passion. This is a freedom that comes with the title: being a fan writer means that I mostly write what I am a fan of. I choose to dedicate myself to a writing project freely, the same way I choose not to dedicate myself to something else for reasons that I am not forced to share. As a fan fic writer, I am free to decide on what I want to focus my time and energy on, because I am the one producing the content. I produce this content for free and I willingly post it on the internet so other fans can see it. When people ask me to write things, I may or may not accept. This comes with my freedom as a fan fic writer. I make the rules. The reader may not agree, but that's not my problem. We need to be more grateful people like fan fic writers (as well as other fans who produce other kind of content like fan arts) exist and are willing to share it freely with you.

#writer #writing #writers on tumblr #fan fiction #fan fiction writing #fan fiction author #writerscommunity

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heytheredelulu · 14 days

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Them: You write? Can I read some of your work?

Me: Idk, it’s pretty spicy.

Them: That’s okay, you can just like, black out the inappropriate parts?

Me: Okay perf. Please enjoy the 40 words left from my 9 page fic.

#smut writer #smut writing #smut author #smutty author #smutty fanfiction #fan fic writers #fan fic author #fan fiction writing #fan fiction writer #fan fiction author #sjstark #sjwrites

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thedreamwraptwriter · 1 year

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Halloween Special

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Prompt: For a Halloween fest, you chose the Doctor as your costume! He’s not impressed.

Lowkey inspired by the fact I decided to throw together a last-minute 10th Doctor costume. And Happy Halloweekend!

Word Count: 687

Warnings: none.

Note: [Y/N] = Your Name

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“Come on, let’s go [Y/N]! This festival is one for the ages. I really think you’ll enjoy it!”

I heard the Doctor calling me as I got ready for the Halloween festival in my room. He’d been raving about it for quite a while, and we finally had time between adventuring to head over and check it out. The Doctor told me that most humans would dress up, which led me to a brilliant idea.

I quickly put the finishing touches on my costume as I called back, “Coming!”

“There you are! Why so slow today -”

The Doctor stopped short when he saw me. His eyebrow, which seemed to be eternally raised, somehow went even higher on his forehead.

“Do you like my costume?” I exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, giving him a little spin to show it off.

I had snagged the costume items over the course of a couple weeks as we travelled, sneaking them past the Doctor as we went about our adventures. I found the blue suit jacket and pants as we ran through the streets of modern-day London last week. The brown trench coat I managed to grab on a completely alien planet (who would have guessed alien fashion would work so well for me?). The white shirt and red tie were quickly purchased while sneaking around twentieth century Victorian England. And, to finish the look, a delivery of red converse right to the Tardis door (not even sure how I managed that) while we were hanging out in a futuristic Manhattan. I had even managed to make a little sonic screwdriver replica using a tiny flash light and some craft materials.

“I, um, what…” the Doctor stuttered.

“You said this festival was full of costumes! And what better costume than a time traveling alien?” I laughed, grinning.

The Doctor frowned, looking a mix of utter bemusement and concern. “Is that really…do I wear this outfit too much?” he gestured to himself weakly, his clothing almost identical to mine. “Good lord my fashion sense must be dying if you can copy me so exactly.”

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly and walked over to him. “You’re a drama king. Just because you cycle through two or three outfits every couple of seasons doesn’t mean you’ve lost your fashion sense. Just means you’re old and like what you like.”

The Doctor let out a snort as I linked arms with him. “Did I ever tell you that you are my favorite companion?”

“I bet you say that to every companion.”

“Mm, no I’ve had a couple of not-so-great companions. Like the ones who dress up as me.”

“Hold on, now, which is it?! Make up your mind!”

The Doctor laughed. “Kidding! Kidding. So then, now that you are ‘me’, what are your plans?”

“I need to choose a companion I think,” I said. “And perhaps also start making my hair stick up everywhere.”

I pushed my hair up to mimic him and he laughed out loud. “You look ridiculous.”

“I am simply your mirror, Doctor!” I exclaimed. “Oh! I almost forgot. Look…”

I whipped out my little sonic screwdriver and turned it on. “Haha! I’m the Doctor!”

The Doctor let out the biggest snort, doubling over in laughter as I swung my flashlight around, pretending to scan various items in the Tardis.

“St-stop that’s ridiculous,” he said between gasps. “What on earth even is that?”

“My sonic screwdriver, obviously! See?” I clicked the flashlight, making it flash on and off. “Created by my own hand, might I add.”

“A work of art, [Y/N]!” he exclaimed.

After the Doctor collected himself, he straightened up and grinned. “Well then, since you are all ready now, I suppose we should be off, Doctor,” he winked at me.

“Allons-y!” I yelled, pointing my sonic screwdriver toward the Tardis doors and marching forward.

I heard the Doctor groan. “I’m never taking you to another Halloween festival again.”

I turned to him and smirked. “Come along, my little companion, let’s go on an adventure!”

Shaking his head, amused, the Doctor took my hand. “I’d follow you anywhere, Doctor.”

Happy Halloween!

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honeyhhearted · 9 months

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Masterpost & About Me!

Hello!

Name: Honey

Age: 22

Links to my fics:

Hold My Hand (AO3)

Loki’s Love: A collection of short fluff stories (AO3)

#about me #fan fiction author #fanfic authors

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bxwitched · 2 years

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Diamonds Are Forever - Part Three

Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, dark content, sexual assault, death, sex, nudity, angst, violence, swearing. Explicit 18+ only, please read at your own risk.

Characters: Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: You're rescued from being one of Vought's experiments, but are you really safe?

Word Count: 2.4K

AN: This ended up being much longer than I had planned but here it is. Comments, shares and likes are appreciated! You can find my masterlist here.

You flip the three men off over your shoulder as you start towards the house, stopping intermitently to tug at the hem of the short dress or adjust your feet in the ridiculously high heels that Butcher had coerced you into.

'You gotta blend in, love.'

'You mean I need to look like a hooker.' Soldier Boy had snorted at that and you had made a mental note to chew him out for it later as you close the distance to the rear patio.

You freeze as you near the edge of the pool, the sounds of pleasure coming from inside are like a symphony of sin and a cocktail of sweat, sex, and cheap perfume hangs heavy in the air. It hits you like a freight train and overwhelms your enhanced senses, you force yourself to take deep breaths as you scrunch your eyes closed, it's all too much and you will yourself to focus, block it out.

You straighten your back and tilt your chin up as you regain your composure, you fake an air of confidence as you take measured strides into the home, ignoring the naked couple who are engrossed in each other by the patio door.

Everywhere you look is a sea of bare flesh, the air is thick, almost sticky as more supes, men and women than you can count fuck openly without a care in the world. You are surrounded by the slick claps of flesh, moans, groans, screams and the low grumble of sex toys. You're paralysed, so bewildered by it all that you can't help but flinch when you're startled by the sharp crack of a leather riding crop, followed by a squeal.

Your entire body feels hot, both from embarrassment and arousal and there's a strong tingling sensation between your legs. You curse as you shift on your feet and feel a flood of wetness in your underwear, your body reacting to the activity around you against your will.

You accidentally lock eyes with a tall man a few feet away and you swallow deeply, he has a woman positioned on all fours on the coffee table in front of him and he's pistoning his hips into her roughly from behind. His hands grip her flesh tightly and you can see the discomfort in her features as his movements become more erratic, too fast to be human. He stares you down as she cries out beneath him.

"How about you next, gorgeous?" His baritone voice sobers you and you force what you hope is a sultry look.

"I'm just going to slip into something a little more comfortable, ok? I'll be right back." You throw him a wink and continue through the house. You need to find the twins, the sooner you find them, the sooner you can get rid of the others, only then will Soldier Boy finally fulfil his end of the deal and kill the bane of your existence. You can't get distracted.

You weave through the hallways and duck in and out of the crowded rooms, politely declining the advances of the male and female supes who proposition you as you search for your marks. You let out a breath of relief when you finally find the twins in question, they're animated, sitting in front of a flat screen and screaming at each other whilst the female of the two fusses with some wires.

You type out a text with the room location to Hughie and press the send button, the green line is almost all of the way across the screen when a weighty hand lands on your shoulder and you jump in shock, spinning on your heel to face the owner.

It's the tall brunette from earlier, he blocks you in against the wall with his large frame and grins predatorily as he eyes your figure. You tense as his hands wrap tightly around your hips and he pulls your lower half flush to his, his exposed cock presses hard into your stomach and leaves a wet smear on the fabric of your dress, a testament to his earlier activities.

"I hope you're not trying to hide from me, gorgeous. You said you'd be right back." You barely conceal your disgust as he snakes a hand further down and grips your ass in his large hand, he gives it a hard squeeze and groans lewdly.

You can feel the anger bubbling up inside of you, you want to tell him to fuck off, to hit him and feel the satisfaction of his nose crunching under your fist, but you know that you can't make a scene. Not here, not now.

You take a deep breath before putting on your best dumb smile, you throw in a giggle for good measure and hope that you're convincing.

"Hide from you? Never! I was just uh-" You flounder for a moment, trying to think of a believable excuse.

"I was just looking for somewhere a little more private for us to go.."

You groan inwardly as you realise what you've said too late. He raises an eyebrow at you in surprise and his grin widens, exposing his pointed canines.

"Are you shy sweetie? Don't you want me to fuck you right here? Let them all see?" You run a hand along his exposed shoulder, fighting the urge to maim him as his fingers wander further, slipping under the hem of your dress to toy with the edge of your underwear.

"Maybe I just want you all to myself?" His chest puffs slightly and you feel his cock twitch against your belly, you fight the wave of nausea that rolls through you. Good, he's bought your act for now.

He snatches your hand in his and starts to drag you back through the house, towards the stairs. You feel eyes on your back as you reach the first step and you glance over your shoulder just in time to see Soldier Boy stood in the doorway, looking back at you with an unreadable expression.

What the fuck is taking him so long?! You think as you pray you don't have to carry out this distraction for much longer.

You're pressed to the back of one of the bedroom doors, desperately trying to ignore the feel of this supe's hands on your skin, his body pressed against yours and the feel of his mouth laying sloppy kisses on your neck. His touch is nauseating and you want nothing more than to rip off his cock that he's currently grinding into your hip.

Your self-restraint at this point is outstanding, otherworldly even, that is until his hand slips just under the waistband of your underwear and all of your resolve crumbles.

You throw his hands away from you and shove his chest with force, so much so that he flies a good fifteen feet across the room. He hits the wall with a crash, leaving a man sized dent as he slides down it and into a heap on the floor. It takes him a moment to reorient himself and sit up, he growls as he shakes the loose plaster from his hair and levels you with a scowl.

"You fucking bitch!"

He's across the room and on you in seconds, he delivers a backhand your cheek, it's hard, but the look on his face is priceless when he realises that you're uninjured by it.

His eyes widen when your hand clasps tightly around his throat and his hands clutch at your arm as you lift him to the tops of his toes. He's trying to scratch your skin, to dig his nails in, anything to get you to release him as you choke him out. Your face pulls into a sneer as you watch him panic.

"What's the matter, baby? You practically spit the word. "You don't like it rough now?"

His eyes are bulging slightly and his face is puce, he looks on the verge of passing out and you want to stop, to let him go but you can't. The anger burns hot in the deep of your belly and all you see is red.

You hear a commotion in the distance, screams and hurried movement and then, it hits you.

You cough as you pull yourself into a sitting position, you've been thrown several feet by the blast and your ears are ringing loudly, the room is blackened around you and the furniture is is in pieces, destroyed. The other supe lays lifeless in the corner, a pool of his own blood is forming around him and there's a large piece of metal sticking out of his chest, his eyes are open but empty.

You step through the hallways, carefully avoiding the debris and the bodies that are strewn across the floors, some whole, some not. The metallic stench of blood is overpowering and screams sound in every direction. You breathe heavily as you take in the carnage around you.

Both you and Soldier Boy stumble into the room at the same time, he looks disorientated and confused, he holds his chest with one hand whilst his green eyes take in the destruction around you.

"What happened?" He mumbles out. You flash Butcher a look of concern which he returns, you're about to speak when a voice singsongs behind you and freezes you in your tracks, still in place as you feel your blood run cold.

"Diamond.."

You turn slowly to face the source of your nightmares, he's grinning at you but you know that he's furious, you've learnt to read him, you can see it in his baby blues and in the way that his gloved hands ball into fists at his sides. He tutts loudly and wags a finger as he stalks towards the three of you.

"William, didn't your mother ever teach you not to steal other people's things?" His voice is condescending and you see Butcher's jaw clench.

You bristle as he looks at you pointedly, his face is now eerily expressionless and Butcher straightens his stance, readying himself for the inevitable fight.

"Yeah, well. Who am I to refuse a damsel in distress, mate? Especially when she hates your fucking guts." You flinch as Homelander unleashes his laser eyes on Butcher, throwing him into the nearest wall with a crack.

You rush to crouch down by his side, checking for a pulse and you exhale sharply when you find his steady heartbeat. He has no major injuries from what you can see, he's just been knocked unconscious.

Homelander's focus settles on you again and he smiles.

"Don't you worry angel, all is forgiven. I just need to kill this one and then we'll go home, hm?" A shiver runs through you, the warmth in his words is unsettling and you scowl back at him, no longer able to hold back the venom inside of you.

"Fuck you, you fucking psychopath! I'd rather die than have your bastards!"

His face drops at your outburst and his expression hardens into stone, the vein in his neck throbs as his voice fills with malice.

"Too bad you can't."

Soldier Boy steps forward then and partially shields you from Homelander's view with his body, you thank him in your head, grateful to have a barrier between you and your tormentor.

Homelander grins as he starts to recount to Soldier Boy about how much he idolised him as a child, how he was the only one who was almost his equal and you watch as he stares back at the lunatic in front of you, indifferent.

"Buddy." His deep voice is gravelly as he eyes Homelander with a look of distaste. "You think you look strong? You're wearing a cape. You’re just a cheap fucking knockoff."

The crazy glint in the supe's eye is the only warning you have before he's flying across the room and taking Soldier Boy with him, he slams him into the wall, momentarily winding him but then he starts to fight back. The two are exchanging blows, moving and ducking as they land hits on each other, the fight seems to be going in Soldier Boy's favour until Homelander gets him against the wall, a hand wrapped around his throat as he lifts him off of the ground.

You're on your feet before you can think, sprinting towards the two men. You jump onto Homelander's back and wrap your arms around his throat in a chokehold, cutting off his airways.

He drops Soldier Boy in surprise and grips your arms instead, he's trying hard to get you off of him but his efforts are in vain as you duck your head down and sink your teeth into his left ear, biting down until you feel the pool of hot blood in your mouth and he screams in pain.

In a last ditch attempt to shake you he suddenly flies upwards, his body lands horizontally against the ceiling, with you behind him and the force of it crushes you beneath his weight. Your breath catches in your chest as you feel you ribs crack and your body goes still, you crash to the floor in a heap, choking for air as the pain crashes over you.

You hear the fight resume around you even in your half-conscious state, you hear the crashes of fists meeting flesh and the grunts of exertion. You cough shakily and groan when you feel blood in your throat, the iron tang is unpleasant on your tongue.

Butcher has since rejoined the fight and in the moments between the waves of pain you question how he is still standing and not a pile of singed meat on the floor.

You roll onto your side with as much energy as you can muster and spit out the blood that's pooled in your mouth, you whine as the movement causes the broken bones in your chest to shift.

They're winning you realise, as you see that Butcher and Soldier boy have Homelander pinned to the floor on his stomach. Soldier boy has his knee on his back, leaning his entire body weight onto the other man as he grits his teeth and furrows his brow in concentration. You frown as Hughie appears in a blur from nowhere, naked as the day he was born and grabs hold of Homelander's left arm, helping to keep him in place.

"Do it! Now!" Butcher's voice fades into the background as you focus solely on Soldier Boy, the tendons in his neck are flexed and his teeth bared as his whole body tenses. A bright light radiates from his chest, it's warm, like a beacon as it burns brighter and brighter, you watch until you're forced to close your eyes, the light burning at your retinas.

'This is it.' You think. You rest your head back down against the solid ground, all of your energy has left your body. 'It's over.'

The crash of glass is the last thing that you hear before you blackout.

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