#saxteen retirement au

[roxannepolice]

Saxteen retirement au isn't just about dilfs making out, you know! It's about mutual healing, it's about not one but two ways of finding excitement in the mundane, it's about accepting the want without moral or immoral justifications, it's about gazing at weight of age present on bodies that first met as twinks, it's about embracing the repressed, it's about...

It's about putting 50 year old men in bunny slippers, innit?

#you didn't think i won't put them in bunny slippers did you? #the doctor #thoschei #doctor x master #doctor/master #best enemies #saxteen #tensimm #old men tensimm #fourteenth doctor #simm!master #saxteen retirement au

[veraynes-blog]

im so excited for saxteen retirement fic its ridiculous ! they go to tesco ??? yippee !!!!!

I'm so glad people are on board with this dumb mundane premise 😅😂 Tesco and gardening and family dinners. Except all of it is a lovely novelty because they never got to HAVE that before. It's healing and restful and kind of boring, it's domestic therapy for two former mass-murderers.

#saxteen retirement au #doctor/master #saxteen #verayne answers

[wispedvellichor]

Donna: Master, that’s disgusting. You’re only giving free stuff to beautiful people. Doctor: Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourself. Master: Oh yeah? *gets really close to Doctor* How about a muffin on the house baby? Doctor, giggling: I’m pretty.

#basically saxteen retirement au #rose in the background with her crateloads of muffins #cuz koschei loves how shes the only one w a sense of style #thoschei #doctor who #saxteen #the master #fourteenth doctor

[the-patrex]

Genuine question from your arts for my saxteen retirement au ☺️ What is Fourteen's earring made from and is it any specific jeweller?

I always picture it being pearls, maybe even fake cheap pearls, cant picture the Doctor actually buying high end stuff. They would wear the real deal if given to them by Donna or the Master or any other of their friends, but if they were buying it for themself? Cheap fake stuff exclusively

#shut up patrex #however for gift for others??? The Doctor would buy the most over the top expensive stuff as gifts for their loved ones

[roxannepolice]

Never done this before, but maybe someone will have a giggle out of a snippet of my saxteen retirement AU 🥰

The Doctor found the Master at the buffet table, helping himself to a rather disproportionate piece of cake. Well, at least he grew basic cutlery manners with the goatee... The Doctor cleared his throat.

- Still quite... voracious, are you, then?

- Oh yeah - the Master answered between bites - the Time Lord council all voted to spare my life and heal... whatever it was Lucy gave me. No time to waste soldiers, they said. Were low key grateful I freed them from that face of Rassilon's, if you ask me. But mister president insisted on some punishment. "You shall keep that obscene metabolism and with it the grotesque hunger", he pronounced - the Master parodied Rassilon's mannerisms and took another bite of the cake. - Leave it to that idiot to think no civilization came up with food that's actually tasty.

The Doctor was aware of what the Master was saying, but really he was busier staring at the other's fingers venturing right to his lips. He cleared his throat again and leaned against the table right beside the Master, his hands behind his back. The other Time Lord side eyed him with a raised eyebrow. The Doctor tilted his head, exposing his long neck and licked his lips. He was aiming for sensual, but the effect was closer to a drunk flamingo figuring out the length of its beak.

- It is a bit warm here, isn't it? - he said, a bit too loud, and unbuttoned his collar.

- That may have something to do with shoving your hand in warm cheesecake - the Master stated, corner of his lips mirroring the raised eyebrow. The Doctor looked back in surprise and found a plain piece of culinary artwork richer for a hand shaped indentation.

- Shit! - he cursed and looked around for a napkin, only for the Master to grab his wrist and start wiping off the worst bits.

- Shouldn't go to waste... - he murmured at a larger spot of cream and without a warning flicked it off the Doctor's hand with his tongue. And that was just too much.

- I'm not against it, you know! - he blurted out, crimson blush rising up his cheeks. The Master spared him only a short glance. - I really am not, yeah, I'm not as... keen... as you... not keen at all in fact, but not against it, either! Like... if you'd like... then I'd like what you'd like... if you'd- like- me... - the Doctor's rambling turned into stammer.

- I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, my dear - the Master purred and licked a crust from his beard.

#i dare you to guess what leads to this situation 🤣🤣 #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #thoschei #doctor x master #saxteen #tensimm #old men tensimm #saxteen retirement au #fourteenth doctor #simm!master

[roxannepolice]

Aaand the coda's up, all with Guns'n'Roses and Goethe!

Seriously, writing this was so much fun! I feel it healed me on a deep level :3

And, as warned, this is now officially the beginning of a series. Consider this longer story as establishing the bubble universe in which a bunch of Temple-Nobles' dog and cat adventures vignettes happens (to be released as I get inspiration, though I already have some ideas). Huge thanks to everyone who commented and encouraged me, either on AO3 or here. And yes, I'm absolutely accepting prompts for their epic shopping trips, valentines, Sylvia defying and other adventures fitting two Time Lords in a retirement bubble :D

#doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #fourteenth doctor #simm!master #doctor x master #thoschei #best enemies #saxteen #tensimm #old men tensimm #saxteen retirement au

[roxannepolice]

Chapter 2 is up!

I consider this a practice in keeping my perfectionism from letting me do anything, so spelling mistakes will probably be fixed later...

Getting through the angst is taking me a bit long, but I promise the last chapter is all domestic fluff, aka Temple-Nobles get a cat. And while I have the idea for most of what will be there, I guess I will just go for a series once I post it, a series of vignettes from the Temple-Noble household dog and cat adventures :D

#doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #thoschei #saxteen #doctor x master #the doctor #fourteenth doctor #the master #simm!master #best enemies #saxteen retirement au

[roxannepolice]

This could be a seperate one shot to dismiss for being too long? But I really, really wanted the Master to do something... well, beneficial to others, not exactly selfless... so I ended up throwing in Cthulhu on Premiere League finals (bless John Simm and his love for Manchester United)

London's streets were oddly empty, even for the standards of Premier League's finals (Manchester United vs. Liverpool FC). The Tesco cashier hardly looking up from their phone while checking him out was a bit odd, but well. Maybe the match was really good, the Doctor thought, walking happily towards Temple-Nobles' house. It was good for humans to transfer their needs of competition and presitge on something as fundamentally harmless as sport, he supposed. Watching people turning everything into art was always a pleasure. Maybe the Doctor would even sit down in front of the telly for the last few minutes. He didn't really care much for football, but quality game was quality game. He wondered if Donna, Rose and Sylvia were watching, too, if it was that good. Shaun and the Master were watching anyway, that was sure.

Things between the Doctor and the Master were... good, these past few months since Donna's birthday. Him developing an interest for something as non-hostile as football was just the tip of the iceberg. The not talking treatment the Doctor was getting at first was definitely gone, the two of them became Rose's sculptures primary reviewers, and maybe they weren't holding hands while out shopping, but shopping together they did. And neither of them ever acknowledged it, but each time they needed to sleep, the other would surreptitiously crawl into the other's bed, only to continue not ackowledging it in the morning. On one memorable occasion, which involved Shaun heading out for a "boys and boys-presenting only" weekend trip, Donna crawled in between them, too, and woke up very much not eaten or otherwise injured.

So yes, things were good.

- So, what's the result? - the Doctor asked cheerfully no one in particular as he entered the house. No one, in particular or general, answered.

- That intense? - he spoke again, this time to Shaun, expected, and Rose and Sylvia, unexpected, glued to the TV screen. They all shushed him, without so much as a glance. The Doctor frowned and turned to the screen as well.

- And now, after the ad break, we return to what the Internet has already dubbed the Lovecraft Finals - the speaker stated from the BBC studio. The Doctor frowned even harder. - To remind all our respected viewers, during the Premier League final match between Manchester United and Liverpool FC, a giant antropomorphic octopus appeared on the pitch and ate one of assitant referees-

- What?!!! - the Doctor exclaimed, and was again shushed by Temple-Nobles.

- - leaving the referee Evelyn Bhait to try an get the situation under control.

The speaker and his studio was replaced by a video of a giant, if somewhat transluscent, antropomorphic octopus emerging in the middle of the football pitch, and picking up one of linesmen and shoving them into its tentacled mouth. A loud shriek was followed by a whole stadium of camera flashes. The creature then garbled out some noises that could only be described as "something between bubbles and a tsunami" and stretched its hands - and wings - to the sky.

- Why isn't anyone doing anything?!!!! - the Doctor exclaimed, getting Shaun and Rose to groan in irritation and move closer to the telly, but at least Sylvia was as outspoken as ever.

- They are doing something, you know! - the old woman chastised him. - Security even tried to evacuate the stadium, but no one in the audience would move until the match is over. Can't say I blame them, this looks like an obvious trick by Liverpool*, better to watch until the end. Also, the referee tried to show that thing a red card, except she can't until she knows its name... And of course, they need to find another assistant referee... And time for my Finish Line is in just seven minutes!

*At 67th minute, when the creature appeared, Liverpool was loosing 2:3.

- WHAT?! - the Doctor exclaimed even louder. This was usually the point where he would give some well-meaning in a long run criticism of human nature, but he had a strange feeling this had less to do with human nature than British culture.

- Breaking news! - the speaker announced - With UNIT technology, it was possible to translate what the AO - you get it, AO? - he winked - has said!

The screen was filled with unmoving spikes on top and a moving dot on the bottom.

- I am Cthulhu, the Great One - a robotic voice followed the dot - and I have been summoned by your excitement and frustration! I shall now feast upon them until I become whole again and end the reign of human on the planet that is rightfully mine and my bretheren's!

The speaker reappeared on the screen.

- With that terrific news, I now connect you to Jill, our pitch correspondent! - the screen got divided between the studio speaker and a live correspondent.

- Thank you, James! - the correspondent, Jill, stated - Yes, this is terrific news, indeed, as now referee Bhait can finally show Cthuhlu its due red card, and there she isssss, whistling at the creature with a red card!

The screen was now showing a dark skinned athletic woman jogging with a whistle in her mouth and a red card in her hand. A bar reading "Cthulhu" now appeared at the bottom, with a red square soon following.

- But what is that?!!!!! - Jill shouted. - The AO, great name, James, seems unbothered and is nowhere near leaving the pitch! In fact - AAAA! - it's picking up referee Bhait and bringing her close to its mouth!...

- WON'T ANYBODY DO ANYTHING?!!!! - the Doctor yelled and looked around for the TARDIS. She wasn't there in the garden. - Where's my TARDIS? - he followed with a note of panic in his voice. And then he realised something else. - Where's Donna?! WHERE'S THE MASTER?!!!!

Rose only shushed him again and pointed to the screen while placing a crisp in her mouth. A thrumming noise was barely audible.

- But the day's surprises are not over yet, James! What is that, a police box?! - Jill exclaimed as the TARDIS materialized on the pitch of London Stadium. The door flung open. - Another two unwarranted people enter the pitch! It's a... a redhead in a bathrobe! And mud mask! And a short, round faced man in Manchester colours and a hoodie! - Jill continued, while the Doctor wailed to no one's notice. - They are carrying megaphones! And the redhead has some kind of... remote control? Can't tell from here, play the sounds from the pitch, James!

The correspondent's too calm, all things considered, commentary was replaced first by the shouts of the audience, frantic whistling of the referee, and bubbling noises of Cthulhu, and then by a voice which could only belong to the Master.

- Hey, you there, squid face! Cooee! - the Time Lord (in Rose's handmade bunny slippers) was shouting through the megaphone, taking Cthulu's attention away from the terrified referee in its grasp. - Yes, down here, you giant waste of emotional energy! Listen here. I am the Master, and I. want. to. finish. watching. my. Premier League. finals!

- And I am Donna Noble! - Donna's voice yelled through the other megaphone. - And I don't give a damn about football, but my mom wants to watch her favourite quiz show and you're disrupting BBC's schedule!

The AO let out a series of bubbling noises.

- Yeah, yeah, I get it! Admire, if anything! But pick some other time! Winter Olympics, they're boring as *BEEP* - BBC's vulgarities muting mechanism was apparently working well.

Another series of bubbling noises.

- Oh yeah?! Well - the Master produced a corresponding series of bubbling noises, which was fortunate for all the audience, but unfortunate for the Doctor who did not cover his ears in time to avoid the TARDIS translating what the Time Lord said. Suffice to say, it involved Cthulhu's mother.

Cthulhu roared, and for a moment it lost all of its transluscence as it shoved towards Donna and the Master.

- Now, Donna! - the Master yelled and Donna directed the "remote control" towards the eldritch creature. In a moment, it shrunk until it was slightly smaller than the ball beside it. The stadium roared as the two humanoid figures embraced each other like football players after a goal. The Doctor let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

- Oh my Lord in heavens, did you see that, Jill?!!! - James yelled from the studio, which erupted in its own share of joyful roars.

- Yes, I did see that, James! Cthulhu has been turned into a pet squid! - Jill answered as, at the corner of the screen, Donna picked the creature up into a fishbowl. The Master was doing a triumphant jog around the pitch, ending in an equally triumphant fall on his knees, arms spread wide, while cameras were flashing. Jill and, apparently, the cameraperson, ran towards Donna before she could reach the TARDIS. - Ms? Hey, ms! - the correpondent shouted. - Could you tell us a bit about what just happened?

- What? Oh, yes - Donna placed the aquarium carefully on the grass and turned to the stabilized camera. - Is my hair alright? - she turned to the correpondent, apparently not caring for the dry greenish brown mud on her face.

- Yes, it looks great! But what just happened?!

- Well, the Ma- I mean my friend's friend Harry, was watching the match with my husband, Shaun - hello, dear! - she waved to the camera and Shaun waved back, laughing - were watching the match. I never cared much for football myself, but, boys will be boys as they say, but suddenly they both started yelling, that is yelling louder than usual, so I come into the living room, and there's this giant squid on the pitch, talking about how she's going to feast on people's emotions, but the Ma- Harry won't have it, Manchester was winning, thank you very much - Shaun is for Liverpool, by the way - and so he drags me to the TA- the disappearing police box over there, because he can't fly it, you see, the Do- my friend John biolocked it against him, and says "get us over there!" and see, my mom wanted to watch the Finish Line at the usual hour, so of course I agreed, won't let some stupid football match change her schedule! and he keeps talking about the stupid Sensorite ruining his fun and picks up the tissue compresor and two megaphones, and I'm like "but I know of Sensorites, they're very peaceful!" and he goes "and Time Lords are very not into football, yet here we are" - Donna's imitation of the Master would have to be kept hidden away from him for all eternity - and I say, "so Cthulhu, he's like a renegade Sensorite?" and he's like "she's like a renegade Sensorite, yes", so I go, "she?", and he says "yes, she, what, do you also think she was talking in only one modality?", and I say nothing, so he scoffs and goes "these things feed on emotions, so no wonder she got attracted to a Premier League final match, what with all the remote ways to watch it you now have, but she's still technically dead, so she first needs to suck in all that excitement to become corporal, so the plan is, we piss her off just enough for her to become tangible and blast her with the good old tissue compressor and voila, a pet eldrich squid! You handle the compressor, BUT DON'T BREAK IT, I know how to piss off Sensorites better than you", and I say "hang on, but doesn't that thing kill things?", and he goes "much as it would please me to put you in the moral dilemma of choosing between the whole of your species and an eldritch squid from another planet, ms Noble-", he's a right bastard, make no mistake, "- I'm afraid not. She's not exactly alive, waits dreaming or whatever, so my baby will only make her very, very small, but still as alive as the emotion goo can keep you alive. Then just put her in a teleempathy-proof fishbowl" - here he produced one - "and Rose will have a pokemon she won't even have to feed!", hello, Rose, you're getting a pet! - Donna picked up the aquarium with a rather angry but very much alive Cthlulhu, the Now-Not-Exactly-Great One, and Rose waved back, and whistled with her fingers.

The Doctor didn't even want to guess what his face was doing. Probably something similar to Jill's, but for different reasons.

- Uuuuhhhh, ok, right, thank you, ms Noble, that explains everything, but what is this?! - the correspondent turned to something she was more familiar with. - The referee is showing a yellow card to the Master! He took off his shirt, so it seems right, but he's not happy about it!

The screen was now showing a, indeed, shirtless Master arguing with the referee while she tried to calm him down. A bar at the bottom now read "Harold Ansox", followed by a yellow square. The Time Lord was very much not having it, but Donna ran over and tried to deescalate the situation, just like a fellow club member calming another down. The Master added some muted yells and obscene gestures, but allowed himself to be dragged to the TARDIS by Donna. By the end he was even making friendlier gestures at the audience. Once the two of them, along with Cthulhu the Pet Squid, were on board, the ship dematerialized.

- Well, that sure was exciting! - James was saying with somewhat unusual excitement in the BBC studio. - But what is that? Referee Bhait is ending the match!!! A rematch will be due soon, but for now the match is over! The members of both teams are exstatic! Hugging one another, club or no club! This, ladies, gentlemen, and variations thereof, is what football is about! Competition, but with respect and love! I think we should almost thank Cthulhu for reminding us of this! Take it over, Alex!

- Yes, a lovely picture - a disinterested voice droned. - We thank all the viewers of BBC for being with us on this fantastic occasion. But now, for some competition completely void of respect and love - The Finish Line! After the ad break, of course.

Sylvia clapped her hands in joy at the news her favourite quiz show would start on schedule, after all, while in the garden the TARDIS materialized. Donna was first to appear in the door, but was carefully carrying a fishbowl with a renegade Sensorite inside, so she got pushed aside by the Master.

- Oi, watch it! - she shouted, while Cthulhu clutched onto small rocks for last bits of her dignity.

- Oi, watch it yourself! - the Master shouted back and strolled quickly to the telly. - And what the fuck is that? - he asked at the sight of a man explaining why the tampons he uses are better than others.

- The ad break! - Sylvia informed cheerfully. - I really must thank you, I can't stand it when The Finish Line is off schedule! - the old woman turned to the screen and turned off her hearing aid, just in case.

The Doctor ran over to Donna once she put down Cthulhu, the Great One, and hugged her tight.

- Are you alright? - he asked while the Master was raging at the telly and threatening referee Bhait with being eaten for dinner.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine - she answered, and didn't even have the good sense to sound relieved. She pulled away from him and smiled brightly. - Guess you had a point, he makes a good show if nothing else.

The unnamed Time Lord in question stormed by them, still shouting that he's going back and eating that damn referee, can share with Cthulhu if she really wants, but so help him Rassilon, Manchester was winning, and Donna snorted.

- Better go after him, you know.

The Doctor swallowed, nodded, and followed the other Time Lord into the TARDIS.

- I don't give a fuck about your biolocks! - the Master was yelling at the console, still in the Manchester United hoodie and bunny slippers. - You are taking me back there or I'll turn you into a paradox machine again!

The TARDIS remained unmoved by the Master's threats while the Doctor closed the door and crossed the ramp towards the console at a steady but brisk pace. He grabbed the Master's arm firmly.

- Well, guess what- what, no I was just threatening her, you know I even can't do any of- that Master was cut off as the Doctor pressed him hard to his chest, burying his face in the other's shoulder. Centuries of pain, years of bliss, and now this. He never felt happier in his long, long life.

- I'm also not actually going to eat that stupid referee, just scare her a bit-

- I love you - the Doctor said, just loud enough to sound firm. The Master tried to jerk away.

- OK, that's too much, I will just bribe her if that's what you want-

- Stop it. I love you.

The Master went still. Unnaturally still. His arms were stiff along his body. The Doctor didn't care. He hugged him tighter.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

- Liar.

- Not now.

- Take it back - the Master almost wailed and succeeded in pushing himself away from the Doctor enough to look at his face. The other Time Lord allowed it, but still held him firm. There was something resembling fear in the Master's face.

- I won't. I never will - the Doctor cupped the Master's face gently, while his other hand remained steadfast on his waist.

- You're only saying this because I did something nice! - the younger - much, much younger - Time Lord squeeked.

- Yes, but no - the Doctor smiled, brushing his thumb again the salt-and-pepper goatee. - Yes, it is hard for me to say. But I mean always. I love you - he repeated, lowering his hand to now hold the back of the Master's head. There were tears in both of the Time Lords' eyes, but only one would ever admit to them. - I love you, truly and deeply. Now and always. Over whatever you've done or will do - the Doctor swallowed, as a flash of ruined Gallifrey appeared in his mind - I love you.

The Master swallowed.

- I'm not saying it back - he spat, his voice defiant despite the wetness.

- You don't have to.

- I hate you - the Master spat again, though it sounded like he meant the opposite. Or not the opposite. Just the negation. The same force in the other direction.

- I know - the Doctor murmured and gently pressed against the back of his best enemy's head.

The foreheads met first and they both gasped softly. Connecting in thoughts was one thing. They had to do it for exams with all sorts of people who had little interesting to share. Connecting in feelings, quite another.

Their lips touched in a stupid, romanticized remnant of mammal parents passing chewed food into their offsprings' mouths. The Master's hands became flexible enough to touch the Doctor's back, unsure at first, but then grabbing like onto a lifebuoy. The kiss oscilated between passionate and gentle, angry and loving, playful and dead serious, and neither of them wanted to end it.

The lighting in the console room became warmer. The jukebox turned on of its own accord.

I tried to find her cause I can't resist her I never knew just how much I missed her Sorrow, sorrow...

- Oooh, damn that stupid ship of yours!!! - the Master groaned, but didn't really pull away.

The Doctor only laughed, and again pressed his temple to the other Time Lord's. The Master did not pull away. Not for the life of him, this or any other.

#doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #thoschei #doctor x master #best enemies #saxteen #fourteenth doctor #simm!master #love how the whole saxteen circus decided *tesco* #tensimm #old men tensimm #saxteen retirement au

[roxannepolice]

And here's the first vignette of Saxteen Retirement AU domestic fluff!

Big thanks to @the-worms-in-your-bones for letting me use your vision, hope you like the result! 😁

#doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #thoschei #doctor x master #best enemies #saxteen #tensimm #old men tensimm #saxteen retirement au #fourteenth doctor #simm!master #donna noble #shaun temple #(yup he has a major role here 😁)

[roxannepolice]

Chapter 3 is up!

When this one turned out about as longer the previous two, I relented and decided to just add a fourth... had too much fun with Cthulhu and Premiere League!

#doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #thoschei #doctor x master #best enemies #saxteen #fourteenth doctor #simm!master #tensimm #old men tensimm #saxteen retirement au

[veraynes-blog]

i am genuinely very excited for saxteen retirement au because you will be putting the Doctor and the Master in A Situation but the Situation is in fact the average middle class experience :)

Yesss you see the vision 😂💕 I suspect Tesco will be particularly thematic. As will cooking, neighbourhood bullies, and the survival or destruction of a mole empire (at this time undecided).

#this is fun 😂 #doctor who #saxteen retirement au #fourteenth doctor #doctor/master #verayne writes

[roxannepolice]

I'm having way too much fun with this... Let's call this snippet "How the Master reconciled with Martha's bloodline"

All things considered, the Doctor's relationship to the Jones-Smith household was pretty good. - Hey, kids! - he greeted them cheerfully. - Getting ready for New Year's Eve, I see? - Hi, uncle Smith, no relation to our dad - Leia sent the Doctor a short smile. - Kids? - the cashier raised their head. - Uhm... can I see your documents, please? - Our documents? Yes, of course, doing your job so responsbily! - Luke said and started patting herself across all pockets. The Doctor winced. The twins were mere weeks away from turning 18, and it seemed he made their New Year's Eve plans complicated at best. - Ah, damn, I must have left it at home! - Luke exclaimed, a bit too loudly for an honest legal adult. - Surely you can let it slip once, my dude, seeing as it's Chistmas time and all? - Uhm, sorry... - the cashier, who themself couldn't be much older than the Jones-Smith twins, said - I know the pain, believe me, but now you explicitly didn't show the documents when asked and I don't wanna get in trouble... Leia sent the Doctor a glare which, on his mother's face, once turned Sontarans' blood colder than it usually was. - Wait a sec, maybe I took mine - he tried, miserably. - Well, I will be needing to see it if I am to sell you th- - You don't need to see their documents - a levelled voice from over the Doctor's shoulder stated. - Excuse m?- - I said, you don't need to see their documents - the Master repeated in the same tone. The Doctor was staring at him wide-eyed. - I... don't... need to see your... documents... the cashier repeated, seemingly confused at their own words. - And you will charge them 30% off. - And I will charge you 30% off... - And add some party blowers as a bonus. - And add some party blowers as a bonus... - the cashier repeated, still confused, but obediently packing the celofane package. Jones-Smith twins paid for their (discounted) beers and slipped away in uncharacterstic silence. The cashier blinked a few times and smiled politely at the next customer. - Wh- - Would hate to see you make another generation of Joneses unbearably boring - the Master murmured and returned to his own queue. From that day on, at least two members of the se- Jones-Smith household maintained perhaps not friendly but utilitarianly cordial relationship with the Master.

#had to let the master do the jedi mind trick din't i? #doctor who #doctor who fanfic #doctor x master #thoschei #saxteen #old men tensimm #saxteen retirement au

[veraynes-blog]

Oh, Saxteen Retirement AU looks very promising! Any snippets from it yet?

Thanks! 😊 My basic premise is that the Doctor rescues (steals) the Master from UNIT after he re-appears from his tooth-prison (trison). Then, of course, is left with the hopeless task of trying to domesticate him into the Doctor's new retired lifestyle. It goes better (...different) than expected. 🙃 Snippet below:

"I shouldn't have brought you," Donna mused regretfully as they drove home. "I knew I shouldn't have brought you. I even said to myself, 'Donna, he's retired. Doesn't need to be worrying about things like this.' Still…" She tilted her head, clicked her tongue thoughtfully. "Figured you'd want to know. Another Time Lord, and all." "I did. I do," he admitted, eyes on the passenger side window. He was brooding. He knew he was brooding. Not much he could do to shake the mood, though. "Who is he, anyway?" He half-smiled, reminded of her propensity to miss out on significant events in human history. "A friend," he said distractedly, before he caught himself. "Well, no. Sort of. Used to be. He, uh -" The Doctor shifted self-consciously in his chair, tugging his seatbelt looser. "He tried to take over Earth a couple of times, to be honest. Remember that Prime Minister, Harold Saxon? That was him." "Hang on. You're friends with the PM?!" He turned to squint at her. "Donna, n- That's not -" "Well! The things you find out about a person…"

I feel like this one is going to be fun to write 😂😂

#saxteen #doctor/master #tensimm #fourteenth doctor #simm!master #tag game #verayne answers #verayne writes

[veraynes-blog]

Have you got anymore snippets to share from your Saxteen retirement AU? 👀

Sundays were food shop days, religiously. This was Shaun's domain, and a chore he approached with a quiet kind of passion the Doctor had come to appreciate. Every Sunday morning, they ventured out together in Shaun's taxi - a routine originally started, he suspected, because his own vicious restlessness had grown unbearable in those first few weeks of staying put in a house. He'd been snappish and miserable and about to vibrate out of his skin the first time Shaun had dragged him along, not accepting argument, to make a project out of deal-hunting and people-watching and devising food combinations guaranteed to horrify Sylvia to her very core. It helped. After that it had settled into ritual, waking before the rest of the house and driving to the big Tesco up the road. Briefly, there'd been some heated family debate when a Morrisons opened not far off, but Shaun had always maintained they were Tesco loyalists. "Eggs, Doc," Shaun instructed, reading off his list. Doc. He called him that sometimes, like an absent slip of the tongue. That, and mate. The Doctor had bristled over it, initially, not at all sure of the diminutive title. But after a while he'd noticed that Rose was often Rosie and Donna was Red and Wilf was Gramps or G-man. And he'd decided he rather liked the honorific, in the end.

Is this the most boringly mundane topic I could possibly choose to write about in a Doctor Who fic?? Maybe. Am I enjoying treating the Tesco big shop with the same solemn, sanctified respect as a Church service? Yes, omg 😅

#i feel like this story is going to be ridiculous #in that i'm trying to make a plot out of mundane regular living like it's NOVELTY #saxteen #fourteenth doctor #verayne writes

[veraynes-blog]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.  Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagged by @tenderlywicked 😊 Thanks for the tag!

Titles below:

Reclamation (HP, Harry/Draco)

The Colour of Light (Good Omens, Crowley/Aziraphale)

Saxteen Retirement AU (uhh, working title. Doctor Who, Fourteen/Simm!Master)

Tagging @imdoingawesome, @hobgoblinns and @the-reason-for-being. No pressure to play if you don't want to! 😊

#doctor who #saxteen #good omens #ineffable husbands #drarry #verayne writes

[roxannepolice]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks, @tenderlywicked and @veraynes-blog 'xcept I only got 9 😅

- Don' we know him from somewhere? ~ Don't I know you from somewhere? or ineffable husbands and tensimm are having tv evenings; everyone's a Derek Jacobi fanboy

- You've got nothing on me - the man on the other side of the desk spat out. ~ Kiss Me, Kill Me, by Harold Saxon or the Saxon novel is basically Classic Who Thoschei greatest hits reimagined as gay noir 50 Shades of Gray

So here it comes, the sound of drums! Here come the drums, here come the drums! ~ Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself or bless John Simm's music taste

The Doctor was leaning, face in hands, against the TARDIS console. ~ Feuertrunken or my first Saxteen 🥰

The Master stretched back and sighed. ~ Now and Then or bless John Simm's music taste again because it's his IG that let me know the freaking Beatles are releasing a song in the year of our Lord 2023; stands to reason old men tensimm reminisce about threegado times and Beatles-Stones false dichotomy

The Doctor sighed contendedly as he leaned back in Temple-Nobles' backyard. ~ The Man Who Sold The World or kickstarting the Saxteen retirement AU 🥰

Time for teletubbies, Time for teletubbies, Time for teletubbies... ~ Of Three Headed Dogs and Fridges though that's technically not a sentence??? Very important for the plot tho 🤣

The Doctor was smiling at what he knew would be an excellent work of culinary art. ~ 14.2/2.14 or a saxteen retirement Valentine special

- Go on, then. ~ Do It but it's very not what you think 😅

I guess I like to start with dialogues or quotes, and really like the Doctor and Master stretching in all sorts of directions? 🤣

This was real fun, tagging @koscheiisms @theprodigalpragmatist @incorrectquotesconaisseur @my-lonely-angel @quietwingsinthesky @lazer-screwdriver and anyone else who'd like to share 😁😁

#asks #i guess this is also a masterlist of my works :3 #doctor who #thoschei #tensimm #saxteen #good omens #ineffable husbands