#he's a gremlin and I think he does have a darker capacity and it will probably pop up more pressed by the CIA

[cosmik-homo]

The thing with how I see CIA Two in my head is like. I haven't engagex with any tv or extended canon Gallifrey politics or depictions of this era buy I think it's like. I don't know if it's my belief in the doctor in general or the Draft Dodger projecting or whatever but I think however much they force his hand to work for them and do what they want, the can't entirely control him. He is gonna be a part of things he'd rather not and move them along by supporting but I don't think he would let himself be out in a position of directly violating his personal beliefs or directly harming people more than he finds acceptable. They can control him but they can't control him, y'know.

#not to be a guy who always talks about things through other things but i think 6B Two would be Hawkeye Pierce core. #you can trap a doctor in your war machine but you can't make him respect it. he'll do what he has to in this trapped position #because he believes in fixing timelines for the better and whatnot. he will not stop being individualistic and flipping off the timelord #leadership. and similarly to Hawkeye it's not that hes A Pacifist entirely. he will steal someone's blood for the bit. #he'll deal destruction to daleks!! he'll endanger lives for the good of the whole! #if they ask him to kill? to coup? to supress freedom for petty political interests? he will go Or What. what're ya gonna do? kill me #I'm hlf convinced the give him back Jamie just to have rhe bargaining card of having someone he cares about #he's a gremlin and I think he does have a darker capacity and it will probably pop up more pressed by the CIA #but. look at the doctor's relationship to their Atrocities post time war. it's very much a Because They Thought It's Right #they're willing to do terrible things if they dont have a choice but if its just for the political gratification of the timelords? #and the choice is this or regeneration? cmon theyre gonna flip em off and jump off a cliff backwards and ya know it. #and again Hawkeye 'trapped clown' Pierce. two is going to be So annoying on purpose during missions and fuck up timelord interests #also just like. i think he will do bad thjngs he will be conflicted with! but like in a 12 way goddamit not a WAR INCARNATION way #he IS the doctor and he put meaning into thst title

[salandition]

I love your smug Raihan - can you write something where he gets embarrassed though? Because of his crush on you? I'm not creative so I'm not sure how sorry ^^;

A/N: I definitely default and love writing a smug Raihan, but u are correct. I also write him with a flustered side, it’s just not as often and it’s very Internalized lol so thank u for giving me a clear opening to write it! I also took one of the prompts from the post I RB’d to help me with inspo :) feel free to send those prompts in as well!

Prompt: “You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this.” “No, I’m not drunk at all. You’re just blurry.”

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Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea, Raihan mused- officially trapped in the corner of the bar by your much shorter and much smaller body.

But you were determined. You were going to protect him no matter what.

“I-I’ve got this,” you say as you stumble in place, your hands held defensively in front of you as you stood in front of Raihan. “These... these blurs have nothing on me.”

“I think you’ve drank more than your tiny body can handle,” Raihan tries to laugh. He tries. And he tries to place a hand on your shoulder to get you to stop, but you snap your eyes up at him and he hesitates.

He can’t believe he’s being controlled by a little drunk gremlin. His hand goes back in his jacket pocket.

“That is- not true-“ the hiccup is really convincing, “all of these weirdos are after you, and staring at you, and I’m- I’m gonna- I’m gonna protect you it’s fine you’re fine-“

The ‘weirdos’ are the other patrons of the bar that you’re both in, who were staring at the two of you because- well- because it’s Raihan, first of all.

And because you’re swinging at anyone who comes close to him, which is weird, and raises a few eyebrows.

“Maybe we should leave,” he mumbles.

Surprisingly, you listen. Stumbling again, you grab one of his hands as you nod, “yes, great idea. I don’t think-“ you whisper, “I don’t think I can fight them all anyway so we have to leave before they figure that out.”

You’re drunk. So drunk. But Raihan flushes darker than even you from the influence of your drink as you hold his hand and unsteadily lead you both toward the bathrooms. Raihan has to direct you toward the actual exit- he can’t take the lead, because you whine and wack him whenever he does, so he makes do with nudging you in the right direction instead. Which is fine, because he’s had a lot of practice doing this with Leon.

It’s a relief when you finally make it out of the bar, the night air hitting your hot skin beautifully. Raihan sighs, relieved. He tries to let go of your hand, but you lace your fingers tightly between his instead. So he supposes he’s not going anywhere without you anytime soon.

Hmmg.

“Okay- okay. This is good,” you say, pleased as you look around and you don’t see anymore ‘weirdo blurs’. When you look up at Raihan, you smile in such a drunkingly-sweet way, and it has the man nearly stumbling himself because of how much it makes his heart beat loud in his chest.

“Can we go now?” He asks you, basically whining.

He didn’t want to go to the dumb bar anyway. It was your idea. He just went because he wanted to hang out with you more. If Raihan had his way, you would have been getting drunk in a more private setting. Like in his house. Watching a movie or something.

“Y-yeah. Right. Um...” You look around the parking lot of the bar Raihan had led you to. “Where are we going?”

It would be nice to watch a movie at his place, but you’re basically clinging onto Raihan to stay steady, and it’s... a lot. Having you so unashamedly close to him. He should really just bring you home.

“Your house. No blurs over there, right?”

“Right! Perfect. Just the two of us,” you smile at him again and squeeze his hand, and Raihan hates it. “Sounds great.”

He hates it. Really. Blushing just doesn’t suit him- it leaves an uncomfortable hot feeling on his face and a weird twist in his chest. He’d rather not.

But Raihan does his duty as best-friend. He buckles you up in his car, because you can hardly do it yourself, and then heads to the other side and drives you home. He basically has to carry you inside once you’ve arrived at your house, and that is totally fine and doesn’t make him stutter or anything when you wrap your arms around his waist and hold him close again.

You practically fall onto your couch once he gets you inside, and Raihan decides that’s close enough. You can sleep just fine on the couch. He doesn’t have the energy or mental capacity to bring you to your room- he feels like a bloody time bomb. Except he’s not really sure what’s going to happen when the bomb goes off.

“You’re so drunk,” Raihan mumbles as you squirm and turn as he tucks you into a blanket he found lying around- figuring that’s the least he can do, since you won’t be sleeping on your bed. “I doubt you’ll remember any of this at all, will you?”

He’s not really talking to you- more to himself, really, but you respond anyway. “‘m not drunk. You’re just blurry.” You giggle, and he deadpans.

“Right.”

“Come closer,” you whine and officially undo all his tucking work when you shove your hands out from under the blanket. He barely has time to react before you’re grabbing his head, tugging him close to you.

Raihan has to slap a hand down on the couch to steady himself before he falls into you. He stares, wide eyed, as you hold him so close he can see the stars dancing in your eyes.

“That’s better,” you smile again, sickingly-sweet. “Not blurry at all. Just handsome.” One of your hands drifts back to run fingers through his thick strands of hair, and Raihan thinks the time bomb is about to go off any second now.

He swallows thickly. “Right. T-thanks,” lame. Lame. He stuttered? Raihan doesn’t stutter.

Raihan doesn’t blush like a maniac either, but here he is. Blushing and stuttering- just mere centimeters away from your lips.

Pink, plush lips.

“Okay,” Raihan laughs, grabbing your hands and gently (a bit forcefully because you don’t want to let go) brings your hands down to your sides and back under the blanket. “That’s enough of that. I’ve done my part- you’re safe, you’re home. It’s time I go now.”

Ignoring your whining, he stands straight again and takes a good few long steps away from you. “I’ll text you, okay?” He says, already heading for the door because tick, tick, tick goes the bomb-

“Raihan,” you whine, and it’s just a touch softer than anything he’s ever heard and makes him freeze mid-step.

Slowly, slowly he looks over his shoulder- which he really shouldn’t have.

Looking pathetically small under your blanket, a hand reaching for him, your eyes still glistening- “Don’t go. Please stay.”

...Right.

Just what is Raihan doing, anyway? The gym leader isn’t surprised in the least that he ends up spending the night on your recliner chair, even though he’s too tall and sleeping on it cranes his neck in an odd way. What’s he doing?

He’s being a major simp for you is what he’s doing. Pathetic. But as Raihan finally, finally drifts off in your stupid little tiny recliner chair, his eyes find you in the darkness and how cute you look when you sleep.

And he supposes there isn’t anyone else he’d want to act so foolishly for besides you.

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