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libraryofgage · 4 months

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Life in Miniature (One)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedediah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One (you're here!)

There will be more Jedtavius in the next parts I promise, I just thought this would be a funner introduction to the AU lmao

I just love those little guy dudes from the museum so much hfjdks and now we get two pairs of them

Also, fun fact, I took Steve's Roman name from, like, an actual king of Rome. The actual sixth king. He seemed like a chill dude.

Anyway, there's a meme at the end and as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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When Robin took this job as a night guard, she didn't think the previous guard's words about history coming to life at night was, you know, real. She thought it was a joke, a predictable and corny joke, but a joke nonetheless.

But now, after being chased by a T-Rex, getting saved by Theodore Roosevelt, and almost being taken captive by fucking Attila the Hun, Robin thinks this job definitely isn't worth $16.50 an hour. Then again, this is the best paying job she's had in a while, and she was living a nocturnal life anyway.

Robin groans, leaning against a wall in the diorama exhibit, and slides down to the floor. She lets her head fall back against the wall, her eyes slipping shut as she slides. "This is crazy. This is insane. I need to find a fucking weapon or something," she mutters.

"Pardon me," comes a voice close to her head, "but might you be the goddess Diana?"

As pick-up lines go, it's not the worst one she's heard. And, based on what she knows of Greek and Roman deities, it wouldn't be too far off. Still, she does not want to be hit on by whatever weird historical thing is trying to flirt with her.

Robin takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, and says, "Do I look like a goddess to you?"

She looks to her left where the voice came from, blinking when her gaze falls on a figurine that would barely reach her ankle. He's dressed in a toga with a chest plate, wrist guards, a sword on his waist, and a deep purple cape over his shoulders. His hair is, honestly, the most impressive thing Robin has ever seen, made only more impressive by the golden laurels resting perfectly against his temples.

He's looking at her with wide eyes, more awed than anything else. "Yes," he says. "I have heard the gods are larger than life."

Okay. Fair.

"Why Diana, man?" Robin asks.

He tilts his head, studying her for a moment, looking her up and down. "You give me the same feeling as statues of Noble Diana with her Huntresses," he explains, pausing for a moment before adding, "A feeling of kinship, perhaps?"

Oh. This...this is like ancient Roman gaydar, right? Robin snorts and turns, resting her elbow on her knee. "I'm definitely not Diana. My name is Robin. I'm the new night guard."

His eyes brighten some, his smile growing wider and certainly charming enough to make the hearts of a few girls and guys flutter. "I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army."

Robin nods, letting all of the those words process in her head before saying, "Mind if I call you Steve? You look like a Steve."

The Sixth King of Rome blinks, looking slightly confused before his eyes light up with understanding. "Ah! A nickname! Yes, I am familiar with this concept. You may call me Steve, Lady Robin, as a show of our newfound friendship."

"Yeah, don't call me Lady Robin. Just Robin is fine," she says, hesitating before offering her hand to Steve.

"As you wish, Just Robin," he says, stepping carefully onto her hand and remaining steady as she raises him higher.

Robin blinks, frowning slightly and about to correct him again when she sees his smile and realizes it's a joke. "Okay, very funny, dingus," she says, carefully poking his side.

"Is dingus another nickname? It sounds like an insult."

"It usually is, but it's affectionate when I say it."

"Oh! Yes, like when Ockie calls Jed a philistine."

"Uh, sure," Robin says, nodding once as she lets Steve move to stand on her shoulder. He quickly sits, holding onto the collar of her jacket as she carefully stands up. "Hey, you know what I'm supposed to do about the dinosaur bones?"

"Rexy? Yes, he enjoys a game of fetch."

"Fetch. Of course."

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"What's going on in that head of yours, little man?"

Steve blinks, looks over at Jedediah, and raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm taller than you," he says, gesturing to the good inch he has on Jedediah.

"As long as you're my son, you're a little man."

Doing his best to not laugh, Steve nods once and points to the new diorama set up in the middle of the room. It's a circular diorama, centered on an equally circular stage divided into sections. A cacophony of noise echoes from it, clashing as each slice of the stage fights for dominance. "I'm trying to figure out what in Jupiter's name they're doing over there," he says.

"Well, most of it sounds like music," Jedediah says, "I think."

"It's not any music I've heard before," Octavius says, coming to a stop next to Jedediah and frowning at the diorama. "I would have assumed it the unholy shrieking of the damned."

"Perhaps it would be nicer if they weren't all playing at once," Steve suggests, hands on his hips as he tilts his head.

"Oh, boy, there it is," Jedediah says, his grin audible in his tone. "He's got the King Face."

"What are your intentions, my boy?" Octavius asks.

Before Steve can answer, Robin strolls into the room, grinning when she sees the raving diorama in the middle. She walks over to Steve, Jedediah, and Octavius, crouches down, and says, "Hey, guys. I see you're checking out the History of Rock display."

"History of Rock?" Steve asks.

"What in the sweet hell do rocks have to do with that mess?" Jedediah asks, gesturing to the noisy stage.

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, like, rock music. It's a genre. Anyway, it was sponsored by some musician, so it's a permanent display now."

"And they will be...playing every night?" Octavius asks.

"Probably."

Steve frowns a little more and nods, rolling his shoulders back. "If they are a permanent fixture in our hallowed hall, they must be welcomed. As Sixth King of Rome, this duty falls upon my shoulders. Fathers, I shall return shortly."

"Woah, woah, hold your horses there, little man," Jedediah says, moving to stand in front of Steve. "You're not going anywhere near that snake pit without some back up."

"A few centurions, at least," Octavius agrees.

"I will have Robin. What better protection is there?"

Jedediah and Octavius glance at each other before looking at Robin. She grins and offers them a two finger salute. "I'll guard him with my life," she says, "It's literally my job."

With that reassurance, Jedediah and Octavius move out of the way. Steve steps onto Robin's hand and settles on her shoulder with practiced ease, ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach at greeting the new museum residents. He hopes they'll get along, but he also knows the might of his Roman army and the railroad workers can crush any who stand in their way.

Robin stops next to the diorama, tilting her head as she studies it. This close, Steve can see the bands playing on each slice of stage, the instruments and fashion shifting as his gaze travels around it. "Uh, excuse me," Robin says, raising her voice.

The raucous noise from the diorama screeches to a halt, the feedback making Robin and Steve grimace slightly. "Uh, hi. We're the official welcome crew for the Hall of Miniatures here. So, I'll need someone to represent your, like, whole display," Robin says, glancing over the bands until she finds one she recognizes. "Okay, I know you guys, so I'll be designating you the spokesband. Now, could the lead singer step forward?"

Steve watches as someone on the "Corroded Coffin" (what an odd name for a band) slice of the stage steps forward. Robin offers her hand to them, carefully lifting it away once they step on. "Great, uh, carry on, I guess. But, like, maybe play some of your quieter stuff for a bit," she says, her words barely out before the music starts up and the crowds start screaming once more.

She sighs and just walks over to the bench, letting off the person on her hand before letting Steve slide down her arm in a move they spent nearly three weeks practicing if only because they knew it would look cool.

When he hops onto the bench, Steve walks up to the other miniature, a man his age with long hair and odd clothes with tears that Robin once said were fashionable. His instrument is still slung over his shoulders, resting casually against his hips much like Steve's sword. Steve suddenly finds himself thinking that the man looks a little like a warrior. An odd one, to be sure, but a handsome one nonetheless.

He flashes his most charming smile, lets his shoulders relax, and says, "My friend here is Robin, Guardian of Brooklyn. I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army. You, however, may call me Steve."

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As far as Eddie was concerned, nothing mattered so long as Corroded Coffin got to keep rocking in an endless concert. The energy never waned, the set list never grew boring, and the music never stopped. He was ready to inform this welcoming crew of just that and promise Hell on Earth if they tried to disrupt the music (angry concert goers are a force of nature), when the words just died in his throat.

Because the most gorgeous man he's ever seen slides down that giant lady's arm, easily and smoothly landing on the bench. Somehow, his hair is perfectly windswept, the golden laurels glinting in the lights above them. His purple cape flutters softly as he walks closer, his toned thighs on full display with the toga hem that falls to the middle of them. There's a sword on the guy's hip, a chest plate that Eddie wants to pull off, a smile he wants to taste, and a pair of freckles right next to each other on the guy's cheek he wants to drag his tongue across.

He misses most of the introduction because he's too busy staring. He gets the important bits, though: Robin, a king, son of a god, adopted son of two dads. Eddie licks his lips nervously, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he steps forward and playfully bows. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," he says.

It's supposed to come out joking, a little poke at the guy's authority to see if he can be riled up. It actually comes out way too genuine, and Eddie has a sudden realization that he meant it. He absolutely will accept this guy as his king, actually. He'll fall to his knees before him right now if asked, and not just because it might give him a little peek under the dude's toga.

"Please, just call me Steve. There's no need to be so formal."

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, hoping Steve doesn't realize that the things Eddie is thinking about (the things he wants to do to and with Steve) are just about the least formal things on this earth. "Good to know," he says, relieved his voice sounds normal as he stands up straight and offers his hand. "Name's Eddie Munson, uh, lead singer of Corroded Coffin."

Steve blinks, and his smile becomes a bit more genuine as he steps closer and clasps Eddie's forearm. "A fellow leader," he says, squeezing Eddie's arm. "Welcome to our museum."

"Y-yeah," Eddie says, his arm still tingling when Steve lets go. He clears his throat, idly tugging on a few strands of hair. "So, uh, what's the deal around here? I mean, giant women...Roman kings...cowboys, it looks like."

"Our noble museum is home to Pharoah Ahkmenrah and his tablet, which brings the exhibits to life each night," Steve explains.

"There's a few rules, though," Robin says, sitting down on the bench behind Steve. "One, no getting into fights. Two, be back in your display by sunrise. Three, no leaving the museum at night."

"What? Why not?"

"We have lost good exhibits to Sol Invictus's morning rays," Steve says, frowning slightly. "So, be careful."

Eddie stares at Steve with wide eyes as he nods, amazed at the fact that Steve seems to talk like that so genuinely. And the fact that Eddie is...kinda into it. Holy shit, that's not helping with Eddie's whole "fall to his knees" thing. He wouldn't mind some good old-fashioned worship if Steve would just smile at him again.

Maybe his prayers are heard, because Steve smiles at him again. "Wonderful," he says. "Now, Eddie, could I interest you in a tour of the museum tonight?"

"Oh, you could interest me in a lot of things, sweetheart," Eddie blurts out, his mouth running faster than his brain.

He snaps his jaw shut, relieved and horrified at Steve's slightly confused expression and Robin's "I know what you are" thousand-yard stare from over his shoulder. Before he can try to backtrack, Steve snaps, understanding in his eyes. "Ah! Sweetheart is a nickname, yes? I accept your offer of friendship."

Eddie clenches his jaw, stopping himself from saying that it's more than friendships he's offering, and smiles. "Yeah. A nickname. That's all. I'm just...a nickname kinda guy. I'll probably think of more, too, Stevie. Like that."

Steve practically beams, and Eddie feels his knees go weak. "I look forward to it," he says, turning on his heel to look at Robin, who thankfully schools her expression. "Robin, this is where we leave you for the night. You have my word that Eddie will be back in place before sunrise."

"Well, you two kids have fun," she says, grinning in a way that immediately puts Eddie on edge. "I'd better not hear about any funny business, though. Absolutely no bases should be reached tonight, and you'd better not do any conquering or pillaging."

She definitely looks at Eddie when she says that last bit. Eddie stiffens, doing his best to hold back a blush when Steve glances over at his, the confusion clear on his face. "Conquering requires more planning than this, Robin. I've told you before."

"Don't worry about it, dingus. Just have fun. Here, I'll even call a ride for you," she says, winking at them before turning, holding her fingers to her mouth, and whistling sharply.

Steve walks over to Eddie right as the ground starts to shake, easily catching him around the waist before he can lose his balance. "The shaking does take some getting used to," he says, his tone full of sympathy and obliviousness to the crisis Eddie is experiencing.

When his brain finally catches up enough to ask what he's talking about, a dinosaur skeleton slides into the room, its body wiggling excitedly as it growls. Eddie jerks back, the arm around his waist tightening some. "What the fuck?!" he shouts.

"Worry not," Steve says, leaning closer. His voice is a little softer now, his breath fanning over Eddie's ear. "This is Rexy, our steed for the evening. He's very friendly."

"Friendly," Eddie mumbles, letting himself be dragged over to Rexy and placed on the dinosaur's head by Robin. "The dinosaur is friendly."

"Many of the exhibits are," Steve tells him, grinning brightly as Rexy begins moving after a pet on the snout from Robin.

Eddie looks at him, feeling blinded by Steve's smile once more, and completely forgets about the living dinosaur skeleton.

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(Also I know there are like one or two upcoming parent AUs that people have asked to be tagged in and I tried to see if this was one of them but couldn't find anyone for the life of me hfjdks so I'm sorry if you asked on another post and I missed you orz)

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#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #Mini Steddie #the tag for this series #steve deserves good parents actually #night at the museum #natm crossover #natm jedediah #natm octavius #jedtavius #the worship kink was a surprise to me too actually #and then i realized it was v on brand #have fun guys #there ought to be shenanigans aplenty

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tamlinrose · 6 months

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NuWho Characters as The Entities (TMA)

9th Doctor- The Desolation.

He is fresh off the time war, where millions were sacrificed in flame. He is the main cause of death of his entire people and rose like a phoenix from the ashes. DEFINITELY the desolation

Rose- The Eye.

Come on, she becomes an all knowing goddess of Time. How could Bad Wolf NOT be the Eye??

Captain Jack Harkness- The End.

He literally dies over and over and over. Even though he can’t permanently die, I’d say he’s feeding The End some good cosmic horror

The Tenth Doctor- The Lonely.

Pretty self explanatory. He desires companionship so much, but everyone leaves him, whether by choice or force. In the end, he is all alone. And regenerates knowing that for all the connections he made, none could stay. Sad wet boy

Martha- The Hunt.

I debated this one, but I think especially her traveling across the world with the sheer determination to defeat the Master shows her becoming the predator instead of the prey. She also becomes a unit soldier, and her arc is her adopting the soldier mentality the doctor so hates about himself onto herself out of survival.

Donna- The Spiral.

Her whole arc is around not being able to trust herself, her own mind because she’s been told she isn’t clever or worthwhile so many times. Not to mention Fear Her, where everything about the World is Not Right and she’s at the center of the wrongness vortex.

Sarah Jane- The Web.

She’s a journalist, she’s constantly picking at threads, finding out information she shouldn’t have, weaving it to her will. I also think that the doctor dropping her off and ditching her without her consent is playing into the fear of having your life puppeted by forces outside of your control.

11th Doctor- The Stranger.

Idk something about him… his penchant for theatrics, his burning desire to be human but always being just slightly left of human behavior, mannerisms. It’s like he’s mimicking the humanity he wants so bad, but it just gives him the uncanny valley affect that makes him even more alien than ever.

River- also the Web

She is scared of being controlled by forces beyond her. She was brainwashed into wanting to kill the doctor and ultimately it is not her will that pushes her to do so. She lives to be free of influence but she is controlled by the outside forces of the time stream discrepancies that keep her and the doctor apart.

Amy- The Flesh.

Okay this is for silly goofy reasons, but the fact she was LITERALLY a flesh avatar for like a full season really sells it for me. Not to mention a lot of her arc is very centered on body horror (pregnancy without her knowledge, giving birth, not being able to have kids, etc).

Rory: Also an avatar of The End.

He just dies so many times man, him and captain Jack should go to couples therapy or smthn

12: The Dark.

Okay hear me out. It’s the oldest fear entity, which I think really folds in with 12s general air of wisdom and the fact he’s been around a fucking long time. Also, he has that entire episodes where he tries to find out what lives in the dark at the end of the universe, and what lives under the bed that absolutely does not wish to be seen.

Clara: Also The Desolation

She is sooooo self destructive man. Especially after Danny Pink dies, she’s willing to burn it all to the ground. Her eventual demise is because she is impulsive to a fault, and in some ways it could be argued she has a death wish.

Bill: The Vast

She just gives me that childlike wonder for new worlds and the open sky. IK this seems like pretty vague reasoning but I think like Simon Fairchild she just loves the vastness of the universe so much that she eventually goes travelling with star eyed girl to see it all.

13: also The Vast

Citing that youthful wonder again. Honestly I don’t know much about 13 or her companions so if you have Headcanons for Yaz, Ryan, Graham and 13 hmu! Tag them below

The War Doctor: The Extinction

Self explanatory. He’s the doctor who ends it all, his entire species. And that choice defines and haunts him into future incarnations.

The Master: The Slaughter

Senseless chaotic violence for the sake of violence. Sounds pretty on brand.

If you have any contradictions, additional thoughts, or help on 13s era I’d love to hear it in the tags!!!

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::to Dark Purple Rose:: I read your short stories, where Sebastian Michaelis x F!reader are interviewed, and both characters are so lifelike. So that I have the feeling. to see them sitting on a couch right in front of me. And Sebastian Michaelis character you succeeded really well. Therefore I would like to express the request. Whether you would not make one of these interview stories with the following key points, per key point. These are very good for you. Drum I would be very happy to read more such stories from you. Thank you. As follows::

Here are questions for the reporter ::'Question for you both, Mr. Michaelis and y/n:: -- how did they each meet the other ?(circumstances, place, time). -- what did you first notice positively about each other (and what, circumstances, place and time)? -- did you give the other time to get used to your feelings? (or did you manipulate, or badger). -- was y/n initially reserved, rejecting, or shy? (did it take a long time? how did Sebastian feel it would cost him more effort?) -- how did Sebastian overcome y/n's initially reserved, rejecting, and shy character?(means, behaviors) -- how did you then return each other's feelings? -- And how different were the reactions of your environment to your relationship? (Agni and Soma must have been annoying) -- when y/n has her period, how do you manage to control yourself?(what means or behaviors help you?) -- how does Sebastian manage to be there for you when he always has to mother ciel? -- how do you manage to be always by your side, when you have to get souls to consume ? -- was there already the situation where they saw the true form of him? (how had it been, and the situation afterwards?) --why they chose their souls without darkness, despair or fear. --(similar to the game '7 minutes in heaven') how did they spend their last minutes on earth? (What doing, what wanting) --how well do you know each other? Their likes, dislikes.

not only Madam (aunt of ciel) is very strict, and can be disciplinary demanding. but also others have their quirks. -- have they ever had to discipline y/n? (if so with what actions?)

::'Question to All Three Mr. Michaelis and y/n and, Claude Faustus:: -- how was their first getting to know each other what did they immediately notice positively about their partner. -- how does the everyday life of the three of them usually look like, in spite of Zwistichkeiten that there may be. -- and how do you live with your two dearest by your side, every day? -- they always do everything together, or each of their own -- and in the evening they fall asleep as a trio. And how does that work between them? And do they know how to name each other's likes and dislikes?' -Are they able to resolve possible disagreements, or are there sometimes tense situations during the day--the more annoying and difficult people in their environment?

Extra scenario: how would a relationship run, if at all, Sebastian found interest. :: Woman born in the constellation 'Gemini' with all the peculiarities of this constellation. And also quick change of opinion or planning, if circumstances or mood change. And just 'INFJ-T' and 'INTP-T(/A)'. Which with 140cm height is hardly bigger than his master Ciel. But is a tomboy who would never wear clothes like skirts, dresses, high shoes, make-up or jewelry. Who even if she also defends her independence, and autonomy, protects a cavalier and gentleman. This but in public rather refuse, for fear of showing weak points evil people. And at first rather rejects attentions. Already rather shyness, and at the same time active in activities can be. -- In addition, a dog phobia has. And especially a medical sector doctors, and shies away from needles. --May not reveal vulnerability to possible 'enemies'. -- Feel free to phrase the question more fluidly so the reporter can better ask these questions. -- And what if she changes plans or quickly discards plans? (Constellation Gemini, with all the peculiarities of the constellation). -- Who holds the cash book in your hands, and who spends more of the two of you, who has the last word in discussions? -- what about family planning? Children desired?

many greetings, and thanks :D i celebrate just now your new stories :)

My apologies it took me a while to complete and post your request dear reader, however, I think the results are worth your patience and expectations. I truly hope you will enjoy it and please feel free to ask for more requests in the future.

Dear ravenlocsworld, I sadly have to inform you that the site doesn't allow me to post all of your questions in a post due to the far too many words number, But have no worries for I will create a part 2 for the rest of your questions and will connect it with links so you will be able to pass from Part 1 to Part 2 or backward if you so desire. Hopefully, I won't be forced to create a part 3 due to the rules of the site. Hope you will enjoy Part 1 from the bottom of my heard and will look forward to the second post with the rest of your questions, thank you.

First interview with Sebastian and Y\N: (Part 1)

You sat comfortably on a fine seat across from the famous Phantomhive butler and his beloved one. On the double couch right before you, the couple stared back at you with polite smiles. Sebastian's arm was resting over Y\N's shoulders, keeping her as much close to him as possible while both of them were listening to your first question.

Questions for you both Sebastian and Y/N: How did you meet each other?

Sebastian: In the most random way possible I suppose. My young lord and I were investigating some citizens for information about a case that concerned her majesty back during those rather difficult days. *His white-gloved hand caressed the side of Y\N's arm and stared down at her in a loving manner*

Y\N: My legs got wings that day, believe it or not, a stray large dog was chasing after me through the streets. I was asking for help but no one seemed to bother even to listen to me, for they were quite busy minding their own business I do believe. I don't like dogs at all from the trauma I got back from my childhood and that's why I got to such a situation in the first place. Thankfully Sebastian scared that beast away and that was my very first introduction to him.

Sebastian: Indeed, in a blink of an eye I knew my darling and I were meant to be. I cannot lie though I was a bit annoyed that a mere human young lady was destined to become my everything. Even for a demon such as myself, it wasn't easy to court her, but then again I always admired feisty kittens~ *The butler cooded in a low tone and chuckled to himself as he bend down a bit to plant a sweet kiss over Y\N's cheek in order to fluster her even more*

What did you first notice positively about each other?

Did you give the other time to get used to your feelings?

Sebastian: My darling's very existence was enough positive to make me realize that my long life gifted me with an extremely rare and unexpected opportunity...my only true life companion. You see, persons like me are cursed to live alone forever, however, there is a 1% chance that might be given only once in a lifetime. I apologize for my explanations might sound a little dramatic, but...I can assure you that a Phantohive butler cannot lie. After all, I am simply one hell of a butler. *He sent you a closed-eyed smile*

Y\N: As for me there wasn't something specific that attracted me to Sebastian, his good looks weren't an excuse for me to like him because I don't tend to like people for such simple-meaningless reasons as good looks or charming behavior. To be honest, I detested him very much for no reason, I mean first, he saved me from the dog, and from that moment on he paid me visits almost every night...in form of a cat. Obviously, I didn't know that the stray cat who followed me over my house that day was the Phantomhive's demon butler, how could I? But I have to admit that in the end, I didn't come to be disappointed in my decision to be bound with Sebastian for eternity. After all, I will be with the one I love without being forced to abandon my soul or my humanity either. Not that I would abandon either of them anyway.

Sebastian: *The demon butler let out a soft yet hearted laugh at his mate's opinion while his hand was rubbing her back gently* Of course, you aren't disappointed my love, after all, I did vow to you that I would do anything in my power to satisfy your every need and desire. And also to protect you at all costs and be utterly loyal to you no matter what. This is a demon's duty to their soulmate, you will always be my priority. You know very well that I am only responsible for your precious soul to find the perfect body host, one after the other once the previous one is sick, destroyed, or ready to pass away. *His arms wrapped Y\N in a warm side embrace* I could never see you as food, not you my dearest *Gentle smooches were placed upon Y\N's forehead as he rested the side of his face on top of her head and looked back to you with a serious expression* Time was all I needed to let my beloved get used to her feelings that would grow for me sooner or later. No manipulation was required either. And when it comes to me, I didn't need time to get used to my 'feelings'. Even if they were emotions I have never felt before, from the first moment our eyes met...I knew my darling kitten would be mine.

Questions for Sebastian: Was Y/N initially reserved, rejecting, or shy?

Did you feel it would cost you more effort?

Sebastian: *Sights* I must admit that my love was and she still is quite a stubborn human. Even nowadays, once she gets something in her head is nearly impossible for me to make her change her mind. In the end, I can't help but fulfill her wishes. I do believe her utter stubbornness is one of her bigger charms. To answer your question more specifically, yes, it took me quite an effort and time to grow closer to her and win her favor and trust. It was worth it of course as you can see. After all...I always loved a good challenge. As for your other question, I thought of her rejecting and dare I say a bit of a shy personality quite adorable and amusing. Just like some kittens would react to me when I would try to pet their fur and ears or generally play with them, by the end of the day however I would always succeed to make them purr in absolute satisfaction. Isn't that right, my little kitten~? *The butler whispered to Y\N's ear, making her cheeks take a dark pink color tone, her spine sliver as a result, and her expression turn into a quite flustered one as the demon's soft lips began to kiss all over her ear and so ever lovingly*

Y\N: W-would you cut that off, please? We're in front of a guest if you have forgotten about this matter already! *She placed her palm against Sebastian's cheek and tried to push the butler's closed-eyed smiling face away, only to manage to move him aside a few inches away. Causing the head butler to let out a soft chuckle and stare back at you in amusement*

Sebastian: See? I was right. My darling is simply adorable when she tries to deny me. *He sighed deeply in satisfaction and embraced Y\N warmly in his arms* I am so lucky to have you, darling. *You could have sworn you bearly heard what he just said as if these words came out from him in a form of a faint whisper*

Question for Y\N: How did you then return each other's feelings?

Y\N: Well I don't know how to explain this but it just happened. After I realized every night's cat visitor's true identity, I was beyond angry but Sebastian's every night visits turned to extra visits during the early morning as well. Honestly, he would sneak into my house like it's a pretty normal thing to do and bring me breakfast in bed, do house chores for me, clean all over the place, and very often give me gifts. I'd keep trying to get him out but it was no use. And to think he calls me the stubborn one. *Y\N took a deep breath* Anyway in one of my flustered tantrums we kissed and that led to a passionate make-out session and...you know better where this is going to so...I won't spit more details.

#black butler sebastian #black butler #black butler fanfiction #black butler sebastian michaelis #black butler imagines #kuroshitsuji sebastian #kuroshitsuji sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler x reader #x reader #fluff #fanfiction #kuroshitsuji fanfiction #ask game #romance

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crimes in series 3 ten isn't responsible for/didn't commit towards martha:

not returning her feelings

comparing martha to rose past episode 2, or even bringing up rose at all until it comes up in conversation with jack in the finale

whatever the AI generated human version of him did ("he's a character", "i can't control what he'll do", etc). and the decision to become human too: he initially wanted to give the family of blood a peaceful death and isn't wrong for that

not caring about her/thinking she's not good enough

leading her on so she'd think her feelings were requited and she'd stay with him (* i don't think this is supported by the text, but i do think it's an interesting angle that can be applied and if anyone subscribes to this i'd happily watch from the sidelines)

crimes in series 3 ten absolutely did commit towards martha:

trying to emotionally isolate himself while simultaneously clinging to her for companionship and support. there's mixed messages and then there's series 3 ten

general quick-to-agitation, which is one of his main personality traits, but because martha spends her whole time trying to prove herself (when she already proved herself to him VERY early on) she reads it as him being disappointed with her specifically

on that note, not knowing she spends the whole time feeling not good enough. he thinks making her a full-time companion and trusting her with as much as he does is enough of a gesture, but the fact he still wants to keep her at arm's length stands against that

the decision to take her on time/space travel adventures when he fully knows the allure of it and still spends half the season convincing himself that her staying with him will be temporary

traumadumping with the bestie i obtained 1 day ago !! surely this will not reveal to her i am in desperate need of saving from the unending void of loneliness even though i do not want to be helped

putting an inordinate amount of responsibility and pressure on her. i don't think he does this intentionally, but it's one of the defining elements of their dynamic to me. making your friend watch you constantly endanger and hurt yourself to the point where oftentimes theyre the only one standing between you and your death wish is CRAZY. putting your life in their hands, telling them multiple times to be down to watch you die is CRAZY.

him weeping over the master after all of that went down. like i so deeply understand why it rips out ten's heart when it happens but martha deserves to hit him with something for having to watch that after what happened to her family lmao

in conclusion: i don't even know lol. they're so much more complex and interesting than "ten has a bad rebound relationship" (their relationship is platonic! and i personally think they yield the most if you read them as such rather than the inherent pseudo-romantic allegory the show tries to push onto the doctor/companion dynamics before series 4). i love series 3 ten for many reasons (there's so many things wrong with him) like he is so flawed and awful and stuck in his head and unable to commit to whether he wants isolation or companionship. martha is a saint for helping him through it, and she makes the absolute correct decision in leaving (for reasons stated above). like she has a very bad time in series 3! ten does not properly convey to her how much she matters to him! and even after series 3 she commits to things trying to be more like him, trying to prove herself still, when she doesn't need to (and i don't think ten ever truly gets what she's still trying to do). like their dynamic is so crunchy to me i'm sorry. burn with me martha or whatever. and in series 4 ten does become more comfortable with showing outward affection towards her, he refrains from spilling out his guts like he did, bc he's started to stabilize and has learned from his mistakes. and that bit of growth is important to me. anyway idk how to end this uhh tenmartha cocaine bro

#long post #i scrolled through all of series 3 to focus on the ten and martha moments for this one bc i kept seeing takes #and thinking i had consumed the media wrong. no i was right the first time. i'm never wrong about anything ever in my life #dr who #ten and martha #not putting this in the character tags out of fear but if you want to give this loser post notes go ahead #10 era

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something weird about how the doctor canonically dislikes soldiers guns etc(& displays signs of being one themselves) & have martha be one in her first s4 reappearance becoming the very thing the doctor hates. Even after she stops working for unit her last scene she's more like a soldier than a doctor. (side note 10 gives her stick about being a soldier & she has to point out shes not carrying a gun. Eps later Rose has a massive gun nothing is said in the narrative-its cool now)

Lol I clocked the Rose bs from the jump. It's cool when she has one right? Also, it is confirmed in Torchwood that the Doctor is the one who got Martha the job at UNIT in the first place (maybe Helen Raynor forgot this) so his disapproval is hypocritical and borderline convoluted which is saying something for Doctor Who, because if he's angry that she's become this gun toting soldier when he really wanted her to be a good influence on UNIT, that's kind of...stupid? You can't just stick her in UNIT and be surprised when she acts like she works at UNIT. It's very odd. I like to think he's miffed about the situation because it makes him look bad, because Donna is shocked at the least. It's certainly a plot point that deserved more attention; Donna tells the Doctor to find someone and it turns out that he did and turned her into a soldier and Donna is borderline appalled.

Martha becoming a soldier would have been an interesting character point had it not been for the Torchwood appearance and the complete backtrack of that characterisation in 'The Doctor's Daughter.' How Martha goes from a hardened soldier to bawling her eyes out I don't know. She's sheds a few tears in her series, but she never weeps. I know it's supposed to link into Davros' speech at the end, because the Doctor does change the person he travels with (for better or for worse) but it also takes away their agency. I was highkey waiting for someone to yell out to Davros that they are their own person. The 'Children of Time' thing is bs in my opinion.

As for Martha, it really is a slap in the face for the Doctor to even dare to judge what she is like now, when he knows fully well WHY. She spent a year by herself, worrying for HIM, her family enslaved and tortured, Jack, the world, all while trying to evade the Toclafane and the Master. Read 'The Story of Martha' for context, and the Big Finish audio. The Doctor can't seem to help but insult her can he, even if he's not going out of his way to.

I was expecting Martha to snap at some point, and say he knows exactly why she's here and can't be 'normal' anymore, even just say that she tried to but found it really difficult to return to normal life. Martha doesn't use guns, nor did the Doctor want her to with that whole myth of her finding a weapon to kill the Master. But UNIT is a military environment and I don't think the show goes into much depth as to the intracies of what UNIT is like. 'The Doctor's Daughter' is succint enough to explain why guns are bad. But I don't think the show ever gets a proper explanation or alternative to what happens when the Doctor can't be there. UNIT and Torchwood are looked down on with disapproval by the Doctor, and no pacifist alternative is ever even thought of. But Harriet Jones had a point and so did Martha - he go can but others have to stay behind. Despite how bad I think 'Kill The Moon' was, Clara's speech at the end is probably the closest we ever get.

There's a lot to unpack there but the show either doesn't have the time or energy to see what it really looks like, and unfortunately Martha's storyline gets absorbed into the ether as per usual. She returns to the show but is a clone for most of it, gets completely sidelined in 'The Doctor's Daughter' (an episode that obviously had to happen because real life fate, but also was actually promised to Freema but Rusty Tee said oops) and is completely seperated from the action in the finale. Ends with a 'salute' (what?!) and complete silence.

#asks #doctor who #rose tyler #martha jones #donna noble #davros #tenth doctor #10th doctor

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im watching an analysis of hell bent, since i am curious about some of the parts that didn't work for me (mainly the gallifreyan politics bits), and i am not sure i agree with everything the person is saying, but there are some fun points, and it also highlighted parts that i did like, which were the doctor and clara getting to have some emotional catharsis that i felt was very denied throughout pretty much the entirety of their run until that point

and the stuff i don't agree with still goes into it quite well, like the fact that gallifrey isn't portrayed as anything but A Place. a relatively cool place, but still just a planet, same as any other (I think it could have done this better and i disagree it actually depicted gallifreyan culture and society particularly well, but i take that point). and especially the fact that the doctor "goes too far" as something telegraphed, is yeah. s9 does telegraph the doctor and clara constantly being pulled apart and how the doctor reacts to that. and beyond that the doctor going too far is a recurring nu!who theme

my limit with that is that i don't buy that all these themes were done well throughout twelve's run, starting in s8 and ending with the hybrid, because s8 doctor is so dreadfully unlikeable that i'm not convinced that m*ffat had figured out how to write him yet and so just went for his standard fallback of "I'm a genius who's a dick, but that's allowed because I'm a genius" character

and moreso that the doctor and clara specifically were sufficiently built up to having an actual connection that runs that deep for all these seasons, beyond the pieces that are kind of outside of character-writing and more plot contrivances (clara in the doctor's timestream and in day of the doctor, which are both things that I know -- and also feel myself -- shut a lot of people off to clara before she'd even properly arrived in the story)

it's also the source of something that i both do and don't like, which is that this arc mirrors both rose and donna arcs (rose as the bad wolf created as paradox + rose and the doctor ignoring that reality is seeping into their bubble of pretend-fun-adventures, and the doctordonna culminating in the memory wipe), and while i like a good mirror, i just don't think clara was as strong a character in the writing of her as either of them. that is, i still don't understand clara enough outside of her inherent fucked-uppedness, why the doctor travelled with her, or what compelled them to stay together for so long, or heck, why we ever got to see clara's family and danny only for them to not matter to her arc in the end. clara constantly felt like a mirror of different doctor relationships to me -- mirror to rose, mirror to donna, mirror to river, mirror to the master -- rather than her own character

except for a few episodes, notably... this last one. in which she's given so much that i wanted earlier in the story. it's a very "happening so late but at least i got it" type thing

so this video is very good at going into the doctor and clara and also kind about things in a way a lot of dw youtubers tend not to be I've noticed

but yeah, while the way the doctor goes to gallifrey and all the politics of it did not work for me at all and from the sounds of it that's not what usually loses people about it so this youtuber didn't go into it much, I think this is by far the strongest series finale that m*ffat did (haven't rewatched the s10 one yet, but i do remember liking it too), and it's because it's about the two of them as characters together and all that gallifrey nonsense is actually just backdrop for that, rather than clara being simply there to watch the doctor do cool stuff and "be brilliant and haunted and complicated" which sums up all the other season finales, and the analysis goes into the things that actually mattered about them that was harder for me to see as i watched that era of the story

clara's ending is also great for me, although "Me" never entirely worked as a character in my opinion, and symbolised that m*ffat tendency to throw in a sudden extra element without exploring it properly and just expecting people to run with it. but yeah. the themes are solid and that's the main thing i want

#one way i can see that this guy does like some aspects of the doctor writing that i dont is that they're clearly into the whole #*the doctor is an alien god* type stuff which neaaarly always loses me off the bat #im watching nu!who #im watching capaldi who #and i think this episode had too much of that but that's mainly in connection with the heaven sent stuff which #heaven sent loses some of its interest to me because all its questions #arent answered satisfactorily because thats the gallifrey Stuff that i didnt enjoy #so its purpose is kind of... eh #the measurement #doctor who meta

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still chewing on the star beast like the world's tastiest little gummy bear ⭐⭐⭐

-oh it was so much fun!!!!!! it was such a delight!!!!!!!! fun and exciting and dten's face doing Things. nice and tasty!!!!!! -rtd still does some of the most '?????????????????' plot resolution of all time but at least with him i go '.........alright sure fine, why the fuck not, i'll take it.' like, his season finales to me are always very 'i mean, i see where you're coming from, but, why........did you do that..........' -i'm glad i'm not the only person going ??? at the 'let it go' thing but. sure!!! okay!!!! -and even with that!!!! it was still a sweet resolution!!!!

-i mean it was pretty obvious there would be some resolution with donna being fine but i did actually feel real stakes there for a moment. real emotion. that was good -oh but the lingering metacrisis energy splitting into rose??? i dig it. i liked that a lot actually. better than the letting it go thing but. sure fine (-hold on. hold on i'm bringing this back. bc i think about this specific note i made about the end of time literally every fucking day the master: i made everyone into me! ten: yeah well i................oh, shit)

-god i have gotttttt to finish watching eleven and the rest!! how much can i power through in the next. week. or maybe i'll wait until after the specials are over...........

-i am so curious what fourteen has been up to.........bc he clearly hasn't JUST regenerated -i'm so excited to see more of fourteen!! if i had any complaints here it was that i thought it moved a little fast and i didn't feel like i got a really good sense of fourteen yet. also i literally saw one (1) episode of thirteen and it was her last one so i am unable to do my regular 'how the previous regeneration influences this one' shenanigans -although i did see an article title recently (i did not read it, my brain wandered away from it after i screenshot it) where rtd said fourteen will "be slightly more human than ten" and i was like, 'more human than ten?????? than my sad wet cat trashfire pile????? than the one who treated regeneration as actual legitimate death????????? the doctor that felt and hurt so deeply that it made eleven go 'the human experience is suffering :)' in his SECOND EPISODE??????? rtd don't tempt me. don't say this unless you mean it. and you follow through on it.' -hold on i should actually just read the damn article -it gave literally no other info about that. well. we'll just have to see, won't we -oh i have seen people say fourteen is kinder than ten and i will say. yes i do see it. and quieter, i think -but god just as silly as the doctor ever is. just WHIPS OUT THAT WIG AND STAGES A TRIAL IN A PARKING GARAGE

-shaun going 'so how do you know donna?' and fourteen going '........nerys' had me CACKLING -nerys!!!!!!!!!!!!! NERYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (shaun: oh, nerys!) (donna: oh n e r y s !!!!!!! 🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️) (-godddd and the doctor has lived like. millennia since donna, right?? and never for one moment forgot anything about her!!! or anyone at all, ever!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭)

-donna missing the spaceship to stack the boxes. so fucking classic. i love that they continued that joke. and her just ranting the entire fucking time

-shirley anne is a delight and i want more of her toooooooo -i also love how she said "hey i get a bonus for meeting you :)" -the humor vs i do think unit should properly compensate their employees for the 50/50 fun adventure/RAMPANT DEATH possibility that comes with meeting the doctor

-'i love her. .......do i say that now?' -LITERALLY LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND -what a :) :( :) >:( :D :DDDD sort of moment. goodness. oh everything was such a treat. bunch of fun little callbacks........ -oh but that the doctor HAS grown where they can say that about their friends..................openly admit an emotion and how important someone was to him, without trying to.........talk around it, just legitimately saying the words straight out -ten WAS born out of love and i'll never stop saying it and loved so much and NEVER said it and fourteen is just like 'yep! sure thing :)' aaaa...........

-sylvia is still.......sylvia..........but her running herself in circles to try and protect donna at every single moment was actually. really touching?

-sylvia: isn't it hard (to not misgender your own granddaughter) donna: yeah :) so hard to not go WOW :) LOOK HOW FUCKING LUCKY I GOT :) WITH THIS PERFECT HUMAN BEING I BIRTHED :) ISN'T SHE JUST THE BEST :))))))))) RIGHT, MOM????????? :))))))))))))))))))

-donna noble says fuck, in my heart

-donna telling rose "i will burn down the world for you." 😭💖😭💖💖💖💖💖 -my whole entire goddamn heart!! -donna noble best parent best parent with her best daughter!!!!!!!!

-rose remembering all the villains and making them into plushies was so cute......!! -JUST BUYING A BAG OF EYES!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAA -sigh.......but keeping rose part-time lord would have been so fun........... -i hope we see more of rose!!!!!!!

-donna saying she shouldn't be upset bc she's got her family and what was it, FRANKLY THE BIGGEST SAUSAGE ROLL IN THE UNIVERSE -mmm........sausage...................

-donna: you should have friends this time!!!! fourteen: ...............................maybe me: :3c

-donna: who cares about me????? fourteen: i do!!!!!! me: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 -aaaaa that donna gets to remember all the times she did beautiful wonderful things and helped people and built her confidence and she gets to be confident in herself and her abilities again!!!!!!! donna you are so important just bc you're YOU -"it seemed like the sort of thing he'd do." re: giving away the lottery money...........and it's the sort of thing YOU'D do, donna!!!

-oh but her shouting about the doctor being in her subconscious and still making her act like him was. oh i will be holding on to that one -i have GOT to stop calling doctor who tasty but it's literally every single time i make notes about doctor who that i start fucking calling things tasty again. it's just so!!!!!!! mmmmmmm. so many things to think

-"it killed me, it killed me, it killed me." how many timesssss can i just say 'my whole fucking heart though' -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -i'm just!!!!!!!!!! -the doctor and his best friend in the whole fucking world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-i want to see more of shaun!!! i hope we see more of shaun............ -love a good roll with the punches guy. never gets old.

-what a CHANGE to the tardis interior!!!! (/ten in day of the doctor saying 'i don't like it.' echoes.........) -it's just so BRIGHT............!! -oh but fourteen is so happy :') -just try and tell me that joy is not also dten's at getting to run around in the tardis again!!!!!!!!!!

-i'm gonna cry my eyes out when wilf shows up. i'm gonna cry the whole goddamn hour. i'm looking forward to it.

#lulu talks about doctor who #spoilers. like. many many spoilers #i will probably have moreeeeeeeeeeee thoughts there's just so many things to think but this is it for now. until i......watch it again.#which i will very likely do.#yeah i've already edited this with additional thoughts.

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Get To Know Susan Foreman 5!

“I don’t really know Classic/EU Lore—“

I’m gonna be honest, like, you have to know none of it. Know that she is the Doctor’s granddaughter. Know that she is a Time Lord who has regenerated from that girl. I play fast and loose with her canon / the lore I know from different novels and audios. You don’t need to be familiar with any source material if you don’t want to be. Here are my rules, which do matter more than any of that. That being said, let’s get into Susan!

Basics—

Default Regeneration: 5

Name: Susan Foreman

AKA: Arkytior, Susan Campbell, Susan Rose Foreman(ooc AKA: arkytiorforeman circa 2013-2017)

Age + DOB: ??? 550??ish? Unknown. She found out this regeneration is a Taurus, though. She’s specifically a Taurus Sun, Aquarius Moon, and Gemini Rising. She checked her TARDIS records for when she regenerated specifically. She wanted to know.

Gender: Woman-adjacent. Probably nonbinary, if not more agender.

Sexuality: Queer??? Space Queer?

Species: Gallifreyan. Time Lord? Gallifreyan.

Occupation: Museum curator. History and ghost tour guide. Botanist. Herbalist.

Faceclaim: Angel Coulby

Susan 5’s Playlist!: Only Culturally Gallifreyan

Background—

Current Residence: By and large her TARDIS. Verse-dependent. Defaults to London, England, sometime in the late 20th to earlyish 21st century.

TARDIS Appearance: Grandfather clock.

Parents: If you have some lore you’re attached to let me know, but I tend to lean towards writing a head canon that Arkytior/Susan was accidentally loomed or otherwise brought into existence by Theta, Koschei and Ushas, or maybe just happened upon. As far as she’s aware she isn’t… Quite… Sure. About her parents. Nobody ever talked about it. The Doctor is still her closest parental figure. The Master was a close parental figure. The Rani was there, sometimes. Less parental and more… Aunt-ly.

Parents Pt 2: The Doctor(Father), The Master(Father), The Rani(Mother?)(Strange Aunt?)Significant Others: David Campbell(very deceased)

Children: Barbara Foreman(estranged/deceased), Ian Foreman(estranged/deceased), David Foreman Jr(estranged/deceased), Alex Campbell Foreman(very deceased).

Significant Others: David Campbell(very deceased)

Other Family Members: The Doctor(Grandfather), The Master(?)(Grandfather?), The Rani(????)(Grandmother? Strange Aunt?), Irving Braxiatel (Uncle)

Chosen Family: Barbara and Ian Chesterton(old, good friends), Johnny Chesterton(new, good friend. Ian and Barbara’s child. Susan’s pseudo-godchild.)

The Quickest Bio I Can Muster For Her—

Susan Foreman in her current form and state of being is roughly 450-475 years old, and sporting her fifth face.

Four(4) faces ago she was a little Gallifreyan girl just changing her name and fucking around with her Grandfather and her two good Earth friends. Then she was left on a hostile time in Earth’s history with her then-future-husband, David, by the Doctor. They adopted a handful of children and tried to make a life in alien-hostile, Dalek-infested 22nd Century Earth.

Three(3) faces ago she regenerated after people began to question why David looked so much older and Susan stayed, well, literally exactly the same. The same face, but older. But not too old, either. Her son Alex died by Dalek attack, and in a turn of events not long after the Master kidnapped and killed David in front of her. Susan, in defense, killed the Master and stole his TARDIS. As one does. Her psychic skills were always impressive, apparently, compared to other Time Lords. She didn’t know how so until she got a test for it. And why wouldn’t she keep a TARDIS she rightfully earned, anyways?

Two(2) faces ago… Two faces ago she didn’t last long. The events surrounding David and Alex estranged her from her own surviving kids in a way she tried to swear wouldn’t happen when she was the parental figure. Her remaining kids wanted nothing to do with her. The Time Lords thought her dead, and when she could’ve received any summons to the Time War, she simply ignored them anyways. Eventually they went away— and when they came back she spent the majority of her regeneration in the chameleon arch under a fobwatch in a last ditch effort to avoid any chance of returning to her home planet, let alone one that was burning.

One(1) face ago she began to reunite with Barbara and Ian Chesterton on Earth. This involved meeting their kid, Johnny, and taking Johnny around with her for a few trips and hang outs here and there. She was fine, definitely not still in a bad place after her kids and her husband all died, definitely not angry and sad because the rest of her children estranged themselves from her after David and Alex dying, definitely didn’t react as poorly as anyone might to their home being destroyed while they willingly hid, definitely didn’t try to die by inhibiting her regeneration on purpose hahahaa why would she do that?

Face Number Five, Right here, right now she’s… Still freshly regenerated, for the most part. Definitely figuring herself out sometimes- most times. She’s often rather manic in this point in her regeneration, reckless, flighty and feels ever-so-slightly invincible after her coincidental survival. She’s bubbling over with life and energy and space where she wants to be. Earth is her home more than anything else, sometimes viewing humans as an anthropological study that she couldn’t put down to the point of entangling her life into them.

Susan hops between hobbyist time travel and attempting to build some sort of, any sort of life of her own around the Chestertons. As she settled into this face, the more Barbara and Ian tried to encourage her to get a job, a steady career to give her something to do. Johnny encouraged it if only to help their friend build some sort of identity.

She job hops. History and ghost walking tours were good fun and a way to show off, until people online started to realize she was giving tours in different countries in the same week. Real estate was completely dull. Working with plants was promising… Currently she resides as the lead art curator for a museum in London. It’s amazing, she has an incredible knack for finding mysteriously lost or otherwise stolen artworks. It’s great luck, knowing the right people at the right time. It would be silly for Ian or Barbara to even suggest time travel was involved in the slightest.

Susan 5 is here for a good time, not a long time. If you ask her, she clearly has regenerations to spare. Lives are less a dwindling resource and more a tool she can rely on when needed. She is figuring out her personhood, doesn’t exactly know who she is— but her name is Susan Foreman. And she’s new, she’s young, she’s fresh, she’s hot. Let’s see where this goes.

#character; susan foreman #about; susan foreman #muse page

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Not a good idea, maybe, but still... NV Followers' reaction to how the Courier tells the follower that sometimes all their adventures seem like a kind of deathbed dream to them (a bullet in the head after all...)

Just know, anon, that I am strongly resisting the urge to go full Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara with every single one of these reactions.

"Maybe this is all just... me." The courier waved their hand through the scorching air, tracing the shimmering line of the horizon that sang false promises of water. "A mirage. An oasis in the desert that I can't quite reach, but my eyes keep telling me is there if I just walk far enough."

Their hand went to the scar on their forehead. "I don't know. The things I've seen, since Goodsprings... if I told them to half the people in the Mojave, they'd toss me in the same shack as No-bark. HELIOS One? The Burned Man, in the crispy flesh? Jason Bright and his followers? Hell, the Sierra Madre? How do I know I didn't actually bite the dust in that graveyard, and all of this is the work of the bullet Benny put in my noggin?"

Arcade Gannon: "I guess there isn't a very convincing way I can answer that question," Arcade admitted. "But the fact that I know exactly how close you came to dying could be some evidence to the contrary. I doubt you were walking around with much medical knowledge about cranial vulnus sclopetarium prior to encountering it firsthand."

The courier looked somewhat interested, so the researcher continued hesitantly. "Did that doctor who checked you out not explain what happened to your brain? It's honestly a miracle that you're still walking around."

"I might've been a little preoccupied with the shock of being awake," the courier admitted. "Here, show me."

They guided Arcade's hand to the wound site, which he felt gingerly, trying not to awaken any pain. "Okay, close, very close range, left side... trajectory was too high, so it missed the speech center... probably sustained the most damage in the frontal and parietal lobes... well that tracks, that would affect problem-solving skills and spatial relationships..."

"Arcade?"

"Mm-hm?"

The courier grinned. "Just keep talking to me in Latin and I'll stop caring whether I'm dead or not. It sounds nice."

Arcade blushed.

Craig Boone: "Mmm." Boone pondered the thought, but immediately felt the shadow of guilt fall over his shoulders. Had any of his targets felt that way as they lay dying? Had Carla? He tried to shake the feeling off before it reached his face.

The courier, for their part, didn't notice, or at least knew enough to pretend not to notice. "That snake Benny was using a handgun, too, and who knows what caliber," they said, looking off into the distance.

"Low," Boone offered.

"Come again?"

"The bullet," Boone clarified. "It's still in your head. Slow and small caliber, if you're not already dead from it."

"But I could already be dead from it."

"Nah."

The courier looked as though they wanted to probe further, but Boone straightened his sunglasses and walked past them, signaling that the conversation was over. Headshot wounds, hypotheticals, they weren't his strong suit, but he did know one thing: The orders he had followed and the lives he had ended were far too real to be the figment of some Mojave wastelander's imagination.

Lily Bowen: "Come now, dearie, you're giving your imagination too much credit." Lily patted the courier lightly on the shoulder. Well, as lightly as a nightkin could. "Grandma's seen many strange things too, ever since she left the vault behind."

The courier smiled. "Stranger than the ones I've seen? Like what?"

Lily made an ugly face. "I saw many things when working for the Master. Golden geckos in Klamath. Ghosts in Baja. The Master himself, with his brain in the computers and the computers in his brain."

"Eugh." The courier mimicked the face Lily was making. "One of those, huh? Always seemed unsanitary to me."

"Good things too," Lily went on wistfully. "I saw Marcus' first city, when it was big and full of people. Humans, but also super mutants, ghouls. How I would have liked to take Becky and Jimmy there."

Her voice faltered a little, remembering the grandchildren that had been lost, left behind long ago. The courier reached out and took her hand. "I'm here, Lily."

After the memory passed, Lily returned to her smiling self. "You are, pumpkin. We're here together."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "I know how you feel, boss." Raul sighed. "There are plenty of things in my past that I can't help but question the authenticity of. All I can say is that after a while, you stop asking and just go along for the ride."

"Right." The courier crossed their arms. "I suppose it's not that different a mindset from becoming a ghoul. Time stretching on in front of you, no clear end in sight, no expectation there will ever be one."

"Eh." Raul shrugged. "That might just be a mindset of mine. I stopped worrying about dying a long time ago. Or maybe I was looking for it, but never managed to find it. Either way, time doesn't bother me the way it used to."

"But it still does?"

"Sí. Now I worry more that I'll forget the crazy things I've seen altogether, or that they don't mean anything."

The young courier looked like they weren't quite ready to ponder that possibility. They stood together in silence for a while, watching the horizon's haze.

"Should we keep going?" the courier finally asked, shouldering their pack.

"Desde luego."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Sometimes I wonder the same thing," Cass replied with a nod. "Well, not the exact same thing, but somethin' similar. Plenty of times in my life, I've woken up in someone else's bed or on the floor of a bar and wondered if I actually survived the fight I was in the night before, or if I finally drank enough to make my heart stop. It's a strange feeling, but then someone douses me in water or slaps me too hard on the ass and the pain of the wakin' world creeps back in, little by little."

"Do you slap them back?" the courier joked, chuckling.

"Them and the world," Cass confirmed. "I always figured if I'd actually died in my sleep, why bother makin' up some desert full of sadness and sunburns to fill my time? Had enough of that in life, so I can't see my mind keepin' it around. Much rather conjure up a house by the beach somewhere, with a basement full of caps and enough booze to last me 'til the bombs fall again."

The courier eyed her mischievously. "Maybe you're in hell."

Cass held her canteen up. "Well then. To bein' stuck in hell with a true friend."

She drank, long and deep, and the courier retrieved their canteen to do the same.

Veronica Santangelo: "Oh, Six." Veronica's face filled with sympathy. "Is that really what you think about, when you're trying to sleep at night in the casino and Cass is snoring in the bed next to you?"

The courier blinked. "Cass snores?"

"How have you not noticed?" Veronica pulled her power fist off and flexed her fingers, re-stimulating her circulation as best she could. "Arcade said he wanted to trade with me, after Boone had his second night terror incident, but he changed his mind again after one night of her racket. At this point, I'm used to it. When she's not around, I have trouble sleeping, can you believe that? Brotherhood bunks really prepared me for the Lucky 38."

"No, I hadn't noticed." The courier sat down on a nearby rock and stretched their legs out. "I guess I haven't been there much, lately."

Veronica sat down next to them. "You know, the more often you're gone having adventures around the desert, the more crazy things you're going to see. People who rest on their laurels and stick to the Strip don't lie awake wondering if they actually died back when they choked on those buffalo gourd seeds at The Gourmand."

"Touché."

ED-E: The eyebot let out a few beeps of disagreement and rolled from side to side in mid-air, indicating as best it could that in its experience, being shot in the dome was a good method for scrambling circuitry but was actually terrible for fusing new connections. The courier laughed and reached out to rub the robot's side. "Thanks, buddy. Maybe I'm right, or maybe reality is just a weird place."

ED-E beeped its satisfaction and bounced forward as if chasing the mirage. The courier trailed after the eyebot, their giggles blowing out with the wind into the desert for all to hear.

Rex: The old cyberdog whined and licked its companion's hand, uncertain what they were asking. Any dreams the canine had were good ones, long runs over grassy plains and prey that was always a hair too slow. Life with the courier was good too, but full of many more dangers than a savannah dotted with rabbits and deer. The courier scratched the dog on his ruff affectionately, before continuing over the hot sand toward their destination. Rex followed behind, happy and panting.

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Life As We Know it {Chapter 15}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.

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Nesta looked in the mirror and figured she looked decent enough. Having not been on an actual date in quite some time, she felt a little off her game, but the dress she had chosen felt better than the others she had tried on.

After admiring the deep, crimson color and the way her breasts looked in the low neckline, Nesta sprayed her hair and slipped on her heels before grabbing her clutch and walking down the stairs.

Nyx was in the living room, bouncing up and down in his exersaucer. When he saw Nesta, he grinned.

“Hi, sweet boy,” she said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head and hoping her lipstick hadn’t rubbed off. “Cassian?”

“Kitchen!”

“I’m heading out,” Nesta said, leaning back up.

He was a room away, in the kitchen, making the gods knew what for their dinner. Nyx always ate whatever she made for him, but it was typically a challenge. Earlier in the week, Cass had started deviating from his generic meals for Nyx of jarred baby food and puffs. It seemed like it didn’t matter what the man fed him, Nyx adored it.

She made her way into the other room and stood behind a chair at the kitchen table and cleared her throat. “I shouldn’t be home too late,” she said, drumming her fingers along the wood.

Cass glanced back at her and his eyebrows rose. “You sure? You look pretty nice for shouldn’t be home too late.”

Blushing, she said, “We’re just going to dinner.”

He turned back to the stove, where he was sautéing some broccoli and carrots, but she caught the smirk on his face. “I doubt dinner will be the only thing he wants to eat.”

A knock from the front door halted whatever her response was going to be.

For a moment, neither of them moved, then Cassian blinked. “Are you going to get that or should I?”

Nesta huffed as she made her way back through the house and opened the front door.

Balthazar was there, that glorious smile plastered on his handsome face. His brown eyes went wide in appreciation. “Wow. You look incredible.”

Nesta looked down at her dress before saying, “Thanks. You look pretty good yourself.”

“Thanks-.”

“Alright, don’t keep her out too late and make sure she doesn’t drink too much.” Nesta spun around to find Cassian leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. “She’s not a pretty drunk.”

She widened her eyes at him, not sure if he was joking or not. The glimmer in his eyes said yes, but she couldn’t be sure.

Balthazar narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze trailing down Cassian’s arms. “Are you Illyrian?”

Nesta swore she felt the tension in the room thicken at the three words.

“I am,” Cassian said, and she wondered if the flexing of his arms was intentional or not. “So I’d be real careful what the next words out of your mouth are.”

Balthazar smirked and unbuttoned one of his shirt sleeves, rolling it up to reveal—

Illyrian markings.

Cassian’s brows shot up and Nesta looked back and forth between the two of them.

“You’re from Illyria?” Nesta asked, once it was clear that Cassian wouldn’t say a thing.

“I am,” Balthazar said. “Grew up in the mountains. Moved here nearly a decade ago, but my parents still live there. I go there a couple of times a year.”

Cassian whistled before Nesta could say anything. “The mountains are beautiful. My mom used to take me up there for a getaway when I was younger.”

“Ah, yeah, I love it there,” Balthazar said. “I’d love to move back someday.”

Nesta cleared her throat, awkwardly. “I hate to break up this bonding moment, but we do have dinner reservations.”

“Right, of course,” Balthazar said, nodding. He stepped back, letting Nesta by. “If you’re ready, we can go.”

“Cass, have a good night,” she said, throwing him a look over her shoulder.

“Yeah, y’all, have fun,” he said, smirking at her as he closed the door behind them.

Balthazar walked Nesta to his car, opening her door for her and heading to his own side, climbing behind the driver seat. They rode in silence for a second before Balthazar said, “I’m glad you said yes.”

Nesta, despite herself, blushed as she looked over at him across the car. “I am, too.”

Cassian hadn’t been lying when he told Nesta he wanted her to go out with the doctor. If she had a boyfriend, he’d be less likely to think about sleeping with her again.

But he hadn’t expected to see another Illyrian at the front door. There would have been no way he could’ve known, since Nyx had only had to go to the doctor once while they’d had him, but surely Rhys would have mentioned that his son’s doctor was Illyrian at least once. There weren’t many Illyrians in Velaris, most of them choosing to stay in Illyria, to the north.

He hated that Balthazar was a nice guy.

A great guy.

A damn Illyrian.

While Nesta was gone, Cassian tried to keep his mind off of her on her date. And yet, it’s all he could think about, which was ridiculous. Nesta deserved to be happy, deserved to have fun.

And Cassian wasn’t complaining. He loved hanging out with Nyx, loved doing all the things that uncles did. And yet, Cassian felt off.

Everything was better when Nesta was around.

Nyx whimpered and Cassian seemed to understand as he lifted his nephew out of his bouncy seat and cradled him in his arms.

“Aunt Nesta will be home soon,” he crooned, bouncing Nyx.

The baby still looked around, looking for her.

For the first couple months after the accident, Nyx had constantly looked around, constantly searched for Rhys and Feyre. But recently, he hadn’t been looking around much anymore, and when he was it was for one of them.

Silently, Cassian had hoped it didn’t mean he was forgetting about Rhys and Feyre.

He sighed, carrying him to the kitchen. “Uncle Cass wants some ice cream, how does that sound?”

He clapped once and Cassian chuckled. He got a big bowl, with two spoons and settled back on the couch, Nyx next to him.

Nyx’s bites were much smaller, and Cassian tried his best not to laugh when his eyebrows bunched together, a little brain freeze hitting him unexpectedly. After he’d had a few bites, Cassian set him down on the carpet, letting him crawl over to where his toys sat on the floor.

“When are you gonna walk, dude?” He asked, watching as he banged two plastic blocks against each other.

Nyx had mastered pulling himself up right before he turned one. Yet for whatever reason, he still hasn’t taken his first steps. He and Nesta talked about it a lot, and they’d discussed whether it was something they should ask his doctor about.

He supposed Nesta could do so tonight if she was so inclined.

“It’s about time for bed, you know,” Cassian said, watching as Nyx threw his toys across the living room. “For you and me. Once you go to sleep, I’ll be right behind you.”

Nyx made a noise that nearly made Cassian laugh out loud.

“Exactly,” Cassian went on. “So, let’s get you in your pajamas, then Uncle Cassian is going to relax for a while.”

Nyx didn’t protest as Cassian carried him upstairs and started to get him ready for bed. Cassian gave Nyx a bath and got him into his pajamas before he laid him in his crib. After patting his belly, Cassian went back downstairs and laid on the couch.

He laid in silence for ten minutes before deciding that Nyx was sound asleep and nothing would wake him.

Now, all he could think about was Nesta’s date.

He didn’t let himself think about why that was.

Nesta wasn’t sure she had laughed this hard in months. She was actually fairly sure she hadn’t.

Not since before the accident.

“Wait, wait,” she said, using her napkin to dab underneath her eyes, having laughed so hard that tears slipped out. “There were how many people there?”

“At least two thousand at the game and way, way more watching on TV,” Balthazar replied, cringing, reliving the time he’d accidentally been pantsed during a championship baseball game in college.

And had left nothing to the imagination.

Nesta was laughing again, but took a sip of her wine and shook her head. She was having an amazing time. The conversation was coming easily, the food was delicious, and Bal had made a spectacular wine choice.

He reached across the table and took her hand. “I’m having a good time,” she admitted, surprising herself.

He brushed a thumb over her knuckles and smiled. “I am, too.”

Nesta looked down where their hands met. His hands were interesting. Softer than she expected, but strong. Not rough, at all, like Cassian’s were.

Her eyes snapped up to Bal’s.

She wasn’t going to think about Cassian.

“You know, I hear they have amazing desserts here,” Nesta went on, keeping her hand in his.

“I hear the same,” Balthazar said. “In fact, I may have ordered us a sample board while you were in the ladies’ room.”

Nesta raised a brow. “Is that so?”

Balthazar nodded with a grin. “I figured why only taste one when you can taste them all?”

Nesta laughed, quietly. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Just as dessert came, Balthazar ordered another bottle of wine, and Nesta was blown away. Once again, she knew that doctors made good money, but it was surely the most extravagant date she had ever been on.

Having already eaten the cheesecake and the pavlova, Nesta scooped up a bite of chocolate cake and moaned. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she sighed, delighted.

When she opened her eyes, Balthazar was watching her, intently.

Nesta’s cheeks turned pink.

If she would have been asked to sleep with Balthazar a week before, she would have surely said yes. But now? Even with that look in his eye, she hesitated. He was handsome. Sexy, even, and she was certain that underneath his suit he was built like a Greek god. He was charming. He was kind. He was a perfect gentleman.

On paper, he was complete and utter perfection in every single way.

A part of her — a bigger part of her than she liked to admit — however, couldn’t shake the pleasure she had received only nights before by someone who was very much not the man sitting across the table from her now.

“I’m stuffed,” Nesta said, at last, draining what was left in her wine glass.

“Happily stuffed or in pain stuffed?” Balthazar asked, his voice a little quieter, that look in his eye remaining.

Nesta chuckled, softly. “Oh, happily, for sure.”

“Good,” Balthazar replied, and waved to the server for their check.

They were back in his car within fifteen minutes, and Balthazar reached across the middle console to take Nesta’s hand.

She let him.

“I have to confess,” Balthazar began, his voice just above the soft radio, “that I don’t want this night to end.”

“Does that mean that you’re taking me out again?” Nesta asked, looking over at him.

He smiled, not taking his eyes off the road. “Does that mean you’re saying yes to another date?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” she replied, tracing the line of his long fingers with her free hand. She quietly admitted, “Though, I won’t have another free Saturday for a couple of weeks.”

“That’s okay.” He pulled their joined hands across the console and pressed his lips to the back of her hand. “I can wait.”

His lips were warm against her skin, and he had just a bit of stubble on his face, enough to tickle, not to scratch. She swallowed roughly, wondering again what he would be like as a lover. From what she knew of him, she was almost sure that he would be sure, slow and calculated. Everything he’d do would be to ensure her pleasure, which she certainly wouldn’t be opposed to, but…

She wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted anymore, not when she knew how amazing it could be to be with someone who was completely unleashed, who was frenzied as he tried to bring her to release, and—

Balthazar said something and Nesta was completely lost in her thoughts. She cleared her throat, grateful he couldn’t see the blush on her cheeks as she said, “I’m sorry, I was out of it for a moment.”

He chuckled quietly. “It’s okay. I asked if you might want to see a movie one night this week, if you had any free nights?”

Nesta thought about it for a moment. “I’m free on Thursday.”

“Thursday,” he repeated, and nodded. “Alright. Thursday. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Perfect,” Nesta said, smiling as Balthazar pulled into her driveway.

He parked, got out, opened Nesta’s door, and walked her up to the front door. “Until Thursday, then.”

“Until Thursday,” she promised. He leaned forward and kissed her, softly.

It was a quick kiss, but it was nice.

They said their goodbyes then Nesta was opening the door, making her way inside.

The house was quiet, as she expected it to be at a quarter till eleven. After slipping off her shoes and setting her clutch near the door, Nesta was tiptoeing through the house, only stopping when she caught sight of Cassian sprawled across the couch.

She couldn’t help the smile that bloomed as she looked at him. He had one of Nyx’s stuffed animals clutched in his hand, halfway behind his head almost as if he was using it as a pillow. One of his legs hung off the side of the couch, his foot pressed flat against the floor, and Nesta couldn’t help the quiet chuckle as she stood there, looking at him. He looked so peaceful while he was asleep, his face relaxed and almost boyish like this. It was so at odds with the smirking mischief she usually saw there. She wondered if this is what he would have looked like if she would have asked him to stay in her bed the other night. Shaking her head, Nesta quickly banished the thought, not wanting to detract from the almost perfect date she’d just had.

Glancing around the living room, she noticed that it was an absolute wreck. Toys were strewn everywhere, as if they’d been thrown as far as Nyx’s little hands could manage them, and a completely melted, but mostly empty bowl of ice cream sat on the coffee table. Unable to stop the quiet chuckle, she silently picked up Nyx’s toys, putting them back in the basket where they belonged. She also scooped up the remains of the bowl of ice cream and carried it into the kitchen.

She turned the water on a low stream and was rinsing out the bowl when she heard a sleepy voice behind her.

“You’re home early.”

The rasp in his voice made her knees weak.

She looked over her shoulder to find Cassian leaning against the doorframe, his eyelids half fallen, one hand scratching the back of his neck.

Nesta chuckled. “Early? Must not be too early if you’re drooling all over the couch cushions.”

Cassian huffed a laugh as he came up behind her. “You don’t have to do that. I was planning on cleaning it.”

“No big deal,” she said, placing it in the dishwasher. “I’m pretty awake, thought I’d take care of a few things anyway.”

Cassian nodded as he leaned back against the island. “So…”

Nesta turned and crossed her arms as she leaned back against the counter. “So.”

“Did you have fun with Doctor Wonderful?” Cassian asked.

“I did,” she said, leaving it at that.

He waited for a moment, but when it was clear that that was all she was going to give him, he asked, “Yet you’re home before midnight and are wide awake enough to clean up after me and the baby?”

Nesta knew what he was asking, what he was insinuating, without voicing the words.

Why didn’t you go home with him?

“It would seem so,” she replied, a hand reaching up okay with the charm dangling from her necklace.

Cassian’s eyes tracked each motion as the charm zipped back and forth along the chain. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip and he nodded. “Well, I’m glad you had a good time.”

She wasn’t sure if she was waiting for him to say something else, but when he abruptly turned and headed for the stairs, she blurted, “How was your night?”

Pausing, Cassian turned back to look at her. He laughed quietly, and said, “My night doesn’t matter, Nes. Just as long as you had fun. Goodnight.”

He didn’t give her a second to reply as he turned the corner and she heard his footsteps thumping up the stairs. A moment later, his door closed.

Nesta spent far too long thinking about his words after he left.

Just as long as you had fun.

Why did such kind, simple words bother her so much?

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Like a Raisin in the Sun

Saint Tropez, France

June 28, 2021

Despite all the trouble it caused them, all of their family liked the sun. Even Jasper, whose ruthlessly military affinity for the dark had taken decades to overcome, lay stretched out on a chaise, his eyes closed, with Alice curled up on his chest. Emmett and Rosalie were curled up on another set of chaises, Rosalie’s head on Emmett’s shoulder, his fingers stroking absently through her hair.

The estate they’d rented had a private beach, of course, and two large pools, and the main house itself was large enough that they couldn’t always hear from one side to the other. Small mercies after the beginning of the pandemic, when the nine of them had somehow managed to cram into their five bedroom cottage in Toulouse. Here at the coast, they all had plenty of room to be apart.

That turned out not to matter much, however. Except for a handful of times of day, when one couple or another would peel off into one of the suites so expansive they were large apartments unto themselves, they were together. Four pairs of chaise lounges feet from the water’s edge. Nine players around the Monopoly board Rosalie and Jasper had designed which was much more punishing and required a buy-in of two thousand euro from anyone who wanted to play to fund the “bank.” Seven in the audience around the Steinway, as Edward and Renesmee worked through the entirety of the four-handed Dolly Suite.

The water made an arrhythmic whoosh as it met sand over and over. Sometimes two waves came almost together, huge and frothy; other times it was the more gentle swish of a small, barely there swell of ocean. It was strange, beautiful, percussion-only symphony, and Edward could almost hear a melody over it, feeling his fingers begin to itch with the desire to compose.

Only one set of chaises sat empty, and as he gazed toward the horizon, he could see them: bright flashes of light between the two-foot swells. They were much farther out than would be safe for humans, having allowed the undertow to take them probably an eighth of a mile out to sea, to a sandbar where the waves crashed prematurely before building up again to come ashore. Between the waves, they stood only waist deep in water, the sun glinting off their shoulders and backs, sending shimmering rainbows across the dark sapphire of the waves.

Carlisle dove through a wave, emerging with hair dripping down his back. He ran a hand through it as he laughed and took a few strokes through the water to be closer to Esme, whose definitely-designed-to-scandalize-the-adult-children string bikini left more of her skin exposed than her husband's long swim trunks did his. Once together, a few steps further out took them both into deeper ocean where they treaded water, having a conversation Edward could not overhear.

So intent was he watching, he barely felt he hand on his shoulder as the chaise beside him became occupied, its regular owner having returned from retrieving a new book from the house. His wife settled in next to him, immediately following his gaze out to the distant sandbar. Together they listened to Esme’s giggling shriek as Carlisle picked her up and threw her full on into a large wave, followed immediately by Carlisle’s deep laughter as Esme recovered her footing and immediately picked him up and did the same. They slapped each other’s shoulders playfully, wiping water out of their eyes and shaking it out of their hair.

“They’re having so much fun out there,” Bella commented quietly.

Edward nodded, saying nothing. After several minutes more, his wife poked him in the side, making him chuckle.

“Sometimes I’d like to have your gift,” his wife said. “Know what you’re thinking.”

He laughed. “That makes two of us.”

It was their private joke, how Bella was his one silent mind. From time to time, she let him in, but it was difficult and she didn’t do it often. So he had scaled the uneasy cliff of learning to ask her to voice her thoughts, and to be more forthcoming about his own.

“I forget so often how young they are,” he answered, his voice quiet. “They should just be at the beach, splashing each other.”

“And then coming in and having mojitos,” Bella added.

Edward stared back out over the water.

“He would be just out of his M-1 year,” he muttered.

Bella laughed. “Carlisle? He’d be a rising M-3 at a minimum. You think he somehow didn’t finish college at least a year early?”

He laughed. “True.”

Bella leaned into him. “And she’d be the rising star architect at the boutique firm. Nobody can believe she has so little experience because her designs are so good.”

Edward slipped an arm over his wife’s bare shoulders. “How did they meet?”

“Mmmm.” Bella’s gaze returned to the ocean. “She designed the art museum and he went to a gala. He’d be looking at the Cezanne. And she would come up from behind him and start telling him about it.”

“Yeah and then he would compliment the architecture of the building and make her blush.”

Bella laughed. “A coincidence, or does he know who she is?”

“He knows who she is. He’s hitting on her.”

They both smiled.

“Does it work?”

Edward nodded. “She lets him buy her a glass of wine from the cash bar. And it’s generic and not very good so he offers to take her to a real wine bar after the event. And they sneak out of it a little early. He orders something way too fancy for his budget and he’s just going to put it on his credit card but—”

“—Esme sees straight through him and gets the check.”

Laughing again, Edward nodded. They both fell silent for a moment, the only sounds the breeze, the birds, and the gentle whoosh of the Mediterranean.

“How long do they wait to do it,” his wife asks mischievously.

Edward threw his hands over his eyes. “Bella!” When he opened them, he saw his wife, one eyebrow cocked, and when they spoke, it was as one:

“Third date.”

They dissolved into laughter.

“His place or hers?” This was Edward.

“His. It’s a mess. He wasn’t expecting to invite her home. His sheets aren’t clean, either.” Carlisle, for his master command of anywhere between two and ten people’s laundry, somehow almost always managed to forget the sheets even with an inhuman memory. Bella’s invocation of one of her father in-law’s few marital imperfections made Edward laugh.

“She doesn’t care,” he added.

Bella shook her head. “She’s kinda charmed, really.”

“They move in together very quickly.”

“But they don’t get married for a long time.”

Edward nodded. “Until he’s in residency.”

His wife smiled. Then she mischievously leaned into his side, putting her lips at his ear and whispered, “They pull the goalie before the wedding.”

This made Edward laugh, but it rang true. In this world of events his mother would be thirty, and worried. They would both want to get started as soon as they were sure of their commitment, and neither of them had ever been much for suffering other people’s opinions about what might be proper. He listened, smiling, as his wife went on.

“They find out the day before and everyone is gushing at the reception about how sappy in love they look. It’s not until she starts showing that they tell everyone why they were so gooey that day.”

Edward smiled shyly, sitting up, dragging his toe in the white sand.

“Boy or girl?”

“Girl,” Bella answered immediately. When he cocked his head and frowned, she smirked and added, “There is no alternate universe in which you are not Rose’s little brother.”

At this, Edward guffawed. But it was true, he knew. When he saw them, in their minds, the shadow-dream family his parents both had, he was always the youngest. Sometimes there were three children, the oldest a boy whom each of them imagined differently—Carlisle imagining caramel hair and brown eyes, and Esme imagining a softened version of Charles, usually, but sometimes a boy with Carlisle’s hair, and blue eyes the exact hue of which she didn’t know and Carlisle didn’t remember. He would have been twenty years younger than Edward, chronologically, yet somehow in all their imaginations he was the oldest—the lost child, the child she ran for, the only person in their family who had ever died.

It weighed so heavily on them. All they had lost, all the things they had won in their stead. They had been so weary a week ago in the morning, when they’d met the rest of the family on the tarmac in Castres. A pandemic year was taking its toll on them both.

The couple who splashed in the waves seemed too young to have experienced all the loss they had. They looked so unburdened, chasing the waves, laughing at each other, catching the sun. As they watched, Esme put Carlisle on her shoulders and he fought until they both fell backward and went under.

Bella squeezed his hand. “Which ones do you think are happier? The imaginary ones or the real ones?”

Edward pressed his lips together. He could see them, in his mind’s eye: the beautiful couple settling comfortably into middle age, the doctor coaching his daughter’s basketball team, the architect leading the pine car derby for her son’s scout troop.

But he could see this couple, too. The joy on their faces as they hugged each of their six children. The way their skin had glowed in the light of absolutely unnecessary birthday candles, a “1”, a “2”, and a “0” on a cake only Renesmee could eat, and in all likelihood wouldn’t. The night before, when they’d watched In the Heights, his daughter fighting sleep as she leaned on her grandfather’s shoulder. How contented Carlisle had looked as he nudged her awake, knowing she considered herself far too old to be carried to bed.

They were old and young. Happy and sad. Yin and yang, like the ancient forces: equal parts the hard amidst the easy, the pain amidst the joy.

“The real ones,” he said, and was rewarded with another squeeze of his hand as his wife smiled.

“I think so, too,” she said.

In the distance, they both watched as Carlisle and Esme disappeared again under the waves.

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thewhovianperson · 3 years

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Inspired by a post I saw about Martha travelling with each doctor, I'm gonna now try and do each companion from Susan through to Present Day travelling with each doctor. Hopefully I keep the motivation to do this, as I want to make it through to Dan. I'm going to do them at a rate of 1 a week. Anygays, without further ado, here is Susan paired with every doctor:

1. Post-TDIOE, she would probably be happy to see them again. I get the feeling she would be right pissed off at them though for leaving her with another man at 15 years old. Yeah... the '60s... what a time... However 1 would soon get back into her good books by doing something suitably heroic now that they're not an asshole, and she would be happy with them again.

2. She would be SO CONFUSED. Like, imagine if your old cranky grandad who kept going on about how back in his day it was all better went out and got a smartphone, and became a professional clown. That's essentially what happened here. I think she'd love travelling with them though, as they would be supportive of her wishes and interests, and would be a friendly parent figure to her in her life.

3. Now we're talking. I feel like 3 is going to pair well with most companions on this list to be honest, but let's see with Susan. I think she'd initially be terrified - the things 3 faces are generally a lot scarier than rats in a french dungeon, so there would be an initial fear factor to get over, and she may or may not manage that. However, she would aBsolUtelY try and set The Doctor and The Master up on a blind date to try and fix their antagonistic relationship, and she would also attempt to move UNIT away from military operations and into science. I could see this going either way at the end of the day, she would either have the time of her life here or she would be too scared to get much done.

4. Oh lord. Yeah, 4 is very Alien. Even by 1's standards 4 is a weird one. I think Susan would honestly be weirded out by just how quirky and insane they were, and I think that even though their attempts at humour would be good and make her laugh once in a while, she would not enjoy this as much as she would enjoy other pairings.

5. 5's calmer persona would be quite comforting to Susan, and I think she would appreciate the younger companions who she could relate to more. But I think that 5's argumentative side, as well as the death of Adric, could make things difficult for her and she may not enjoy it as much as she otherwise could have.

6. BF 6? Yeah she'd chill but maybe be a little annoyed at how their arrogance was returning. TV 6? Hell no. Fuck no. Absolutely not. 6 had some fucked up moments and I think that Susan would want to stay as far away from Joseph and his technocolour dreamcoat as possible.

7. She would probably be very confused as to why 1 had never told her of all these plans that it seems they concocted while in Totter's Junkyard. However she would also probably be one of the only safe companions with them, as The Doctor would be loathe to put their granddaughter in danger. So honestly I think she could enjoy herself here.

8. I don't know 8 too well, so I'm going to go off what I've heard. Essentially she would have fun at first, and find their adventures interesting. However as 8's adventures got steadily more and more fucked up, I can see Susan wanting out.

War. No. Just... no. Susan doesn't need this level of trauma. (I haven't listened to Susan's War yet, so don't spoil that please).

9. Susan would not be happy that 9 had reverted to the ruder side of the personality, but is slightly telepathic and would probably pick up on their need for major therapy. I feel like 9 would meet Susan, spend a day being 9, and then suddenly be in a calming room while someone asked them "how does that make you feel?", because 9 would eventually listen to Susan after a breakdown.

10. Hell yeah, Susan would be all for this "cool dad" approach that 10 would take with her, and would probably also quickly get their mind off Rose and out of the dumpster by virtue of just existing. She would have some AMAZING chemistry with Jenny - they would both sass 10 to space, and Donna would be cheering them on from the sidelines.

11. Yeah no, Susan has a low scare tolerance, and while 11's first season is alright for that, the second The Silence entered the equation she would be out of there. Not sure how she'd deal with River either, I think that could either go well or really badly. Regardless, I don't see her making it past Day of the Moon without wanting out.

12. While 11's adventures were fuckterrifying in a creepy way, 12's are usually fuckterrifying in an existential way and I think that Susan, being the thinking sort, could deal with that. I think she would love 12, and if she ever met Bill it would cause a universal explosion of young and gay. She would quickly get them out of their "am I good" state, and quickly into their "rock star" phase, and would be all there for it. She would love travelling with 12.

13. Series 11 13? Oh yeah, she would be down for this. Fun adventures, nice family environment, friendly Doctor? Yeah this is what Susan would want and honestly I think this could be the best pairing on the list. Series 12 13? Nope. That's a lot of trauma.

Ruth. Yeah no, Ruth would have no time for her screaming and I don't think Susan would last three adventures.

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blackkatmagic · 3 years

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In labyrinths of reflections?! So excited!

I would love to see a drabble of Harley and Ivy reunion after Marc helps Ivy out of prison. ^^

There's ice cream melting over her fingers, a buzz of green in her veins, and a darkened shack in the middle of the park that’s filled with the sound of hitched breaths.

Ivy tightens her grip on the Arkham-standard prison clothes, takes a breath. The trees around her bend inwards, shivering, and she has to close her eyes against the surge of hope and relief and vicious glee that’s beating like a tattoo in her chest.

The Joker is dead. The Joker is dead. He’s dead and gone and an old god ate his heart, so it’s safe to say that he’s never coming back.

Just for that, she would walk barefoot over broken glass and take a swim in weed killer, the moment Moon Knight asked her to.

Harley is crying, and Ivy should likely feel worse, should mourn the pain if not the man. But she doesn’t, she can't. Harley is free of him, Gotham is free of him, and it’s a fierce, bloody, vicious joy in Ivy’s chest, the knowledge that he died and suffered. Not just for what he did to Harley, but—

That doesn’t matter. He’s dead, because Moon Knight killed him. Moon Knight is like her, like them, mentally ill but forged into a weapon, functionality and purpose and intent, and he killed the Joker. Harley is free because of Moon Knight.

A muffled, trembling sound, and Ivy pushes forward, through the darkened doorway hung with wilted vines and into the moon-striped interior.

There's no movement, no sign she’s been seen. Harley is curled in the corner where Ivy’s bed is half-collapsed and covered in the wild tangle of her citrus trees run rampant, face tucked into her drawn-up knees, her hair down. She’s in loose clothes, Ivy’s baggiest sleeping clothes huge on her small frame, and she’s not audibly crying, but she might as well be.

Silently, Ivy sets both cartons of half-melted ice cream down on the floor, then crosses the small shack and pulls herself up onto the listing mattress. Without pause, she leans in, wraps her arms around Harley as tightly as she can and just—breathes. Lets her hair hide them from the world, just for a moment.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she whispers, and Harley’s breath catches on a sob. She grabs, hauls Ivy in and wraps her arms around her, and Ivy kisses her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her eye as Harley buries her face in her shoulder.

“Red,” she gets out, and the word cracks. “Red, Mr. J is dead. Someone killed him. I'm—I'm so relieved but I'm so sad, an’ I can't stop crying.”

Ivy never attacked the Joker, never confronted him. It would have made Harley angry, would have upset her, and Ivy could never risk losing her. Could never risk pushing her back to the Joker permanently, shutting down her one avenue of escape. She’d wanted to a thousand times, had thought about arranging accidents, or slipping him some poison, but—Harley is clever, and Ivy isn't a good enough actor to fool her. Harley would have realized what she’d done, and maybe the Joker would have been dead, but Ivy would have lost the one person she gives a damn about in the whole world. The trade-off was never worth it.

“I'm not sorry,” she whispers, not about to hide the truth. Harley already knows how she feels, anyway. “I'm glad. Him being dead makes me happy.”

Harley chokes on a sob, fingers bruising against Ivy’s skin, but she doesn’t pull away. Ivy doesn’t try to move, either, just leans in with a sigh, stroking Harley’s limp hair. “Moon Knight broke me out of Arkham,” she says quietly, and Harley stills, frozen, conflicted. There's a long pause, and then a watery breath, and Harley lifts her head.

“’S good,” she says, wiping at her eyes with the heel of one hand. “I know—I know how much you hate bein’ away from the sun, Red. I was gonna try to break you out, but the Bats were keepin’ an eye on me, an’ then Mr. J—”

“I know,” Ivy says, and shifts sideways, pulling Harley down onto the sagging mattress with her. The broken frame creaks dangerously, but Harley snuggles closer, tucks Ivy’s head under her chin and hangs on the with desperation of someone drowning. Gently, Ivy strokes her back, closing her eyes and thinking of a flare of white in the darkness, glowing eyes under the dark shadows of a hood.

When she’d first seen Moon Knight in the hallway, she’d expected a henchman come to break out their master, or maybe a new mercenary hired for a hit. Had only thought about charming him, tempting him in and then using him to escape. And maybe some part of her, impossible to turn off, is still thinking about the benefits of knowing him and the advantages he can provide, but—

He’s like them. He was in an institute at thirteen, and Ivy remembers all too well the long hours sitting in a psychologist’s office when she was a child, head bowed as she listed to the man and her mother talk. Remembers six months in the hospital, alone, desperate, after Jason Woodrue experimented on her.

The incident drove her insane, the files say. Ivy knows; she’s looked them up, torn through them to see what the Bats whisper about her in the darkness, and she’s seen those words printed starkly in black enough times to be burned into her brain. The incident drove her insane, like everyone in the world is one tragedy away from becoming mentally ill. Like Ivy was just sad and angry and that alone was enough to make her unstable. Like being in Arkham will fix her, or do anything but make her angrier. None of the doctors there give a damn about the patients, about anyone, and the ones who try turn out like Harley.

Moon Knight breaking her out and talking to her like a person, looking at her like she’s real and reasonable and not either a crazed villain or a mindless sex object did more to help steady her than her whole stint in Arkham. A little bit of understanding, a touch of his strange, brusque respect, and Ivy felt like she could breathe.

He’s like them, and he does what he thinks is right, not what the laws tell him to do. He’s like them, a little broken and a little crazy and a little good.

With her eyes closed, Ivy can feel the whole of Gotham breathing, the roots beneath the city and the branches spread through it, the weeds creeping up through the cracks in the sidewalk and hundreds of thousands of stately old trees, young and verdant trees, ivy and roses and flowers carefully trimmed and confined. She can feel each step that crushes the grass, the careless cruelty of a tree cut down, the gasping breaths of plants trying to breathe through the pollution. And, if she focuses, she can find a heavy pair of boots, moving more lightly than most across the park. The brush of a white cloak, the way he feels like moonlight on the grass, how the trees bend towards his presence. Like he’s carrying fresh air with him, as clean and cool as a wind across the desert, completely untouched by the smog and rot of Gotham around him.

Moon Knight, she thinks, and smiles, thin and wicked against Harley’s skin. Tightens her arms around Harley, then shoves, rolling them over and straddling Harley, knees locked against her ribs. Harley gasps, but she reaches for Ivy, tangles her fingers in Ivy’s hair and pulls, and Ivy kisses her, kisses her, kisses her, and never wants to let her up for air.

Moon Knight gave her this. Gave them this, even if Harley will never see it as the gift it is. He killed the Joker, set her and Harley both free, and Ivy’s laugh vibrates low in her throat as she cups Harley’s face between her hands.

Like them, she thinks. Moon Knight is one of theirs, one of hers. Ivy’s never been good at limits; everything she’s ever let go of has claw marks in it, and she’s willful, wicked, doesn’t have or want a code of honor of any sort. But—

“I think,” she whispers against Harley’s lips, still smiling, “that I just found my very own knight in shining armor.”

Harley laughs, too, even if hers is a little watery. “Don’cha mean your own Knight Light?” she jokes, and Ivy snorts and kisses her again.

She’ll keep one eye on Moon Knight, whenever he appears. Batman doesn’t like their kind, and he’ll like that Moon Knight broke her out of Arkham even less. Ivy doesn’t accept anyone easily, doesn’t take to strangers, but watching Moon Knight in the park, she felt…different. Wanted something other than to walk away and leave him behind. He’s an ally and an unknown and a god on earth, and Ivy knows a little bit more about that than she should.

He’ll need them eventually. That favor Ivy owes him will be called in. And—it’s not an entirely selfless thing. A steppingstone, maybe, to draw him closer, to pull him in.

Moon Knight doesn’t realize it yet, but if he tries to leave them—leave her—behind, he’s going to have claw marks in him, too.

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monsoonblooms12 · 3 years

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Hope (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Ethan and Pooja's thoughts before and after the first time Pooja goes to his home (Set in Book 1, Chapter 8)

A/N: Never thought I would be able to complete this, but here we are! Honestly it is a mess, but I still hope it is an enjoyable mess😃

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Rating: General

Word Count: around 1.7K

Category: Kinda angsty (??)

Trope(s): And there’s some good ol’ Pining

Warnings: None that I noticed

Ethan:

There was a strange calm in the sky, the moon sparkling milky white. Seconds seemed to drift slowly with gentle ripples, like rose petals floating on a calm pond.

And amidst this ataraxy, was a restless, defeated heart. Every pass of a second seemed like a stab in his already wounded soul, breaking him, making him lose in the game which he thought he had mastered.

The red glare of the traffic light felt like a warning but he was too tired to notice.

He let his mind recall the moments the day brought, throat tightening at one and mind filling with surprise at the other.

How easy it was to tell her about Naveen.

As if it wasn't a conscious decision, just him uttering words prophecied. And how naturally she had offered to help him.

As if they were words practised. Repeated a hundred times in front of a mirror.

In a time when one hand was slowly leaving him, another one was gently lending hers.

Never in years had he thought he would be this enamoured by an intern.

Every word she uttered, every task she accomplished, every case she handled. It felt like she was climbing a staircase of differences, slowly cracking the image of doe-eyed amateurs idolizing him.

An image that had become a constant in front of him.

It was a ploy of the universe, surely, that had twisted the circumstances to be like they were now. Otherwise what would have had the power to unite three generations of mentors and mentees together like that in a single motion?

As the sand from the sand clock kept drifting away slowly, he started to arrange the strings of thoughts in his mind into a neat yarn, all ready to knit the cardigan of recounting the disaster that he had stored like a dried leaf from fall in between yellow pages of an old journal.

There was a chilling silence around him, even if the traffic shrieked chaos outside.

It made him second guess everything, making him think as if he was supposedly making the biggest mistake of his life.

The glare of red seemed to get stronger, almost blinding, painful. He tried to place convincing statements, that he was just letting a doctor know the nitty-gritty of a medical case seemingly impossible to solve. So that he can dream of that ray of sunshine filtering through large boulder-like grey clouds.

So that he can hope.

And every time it struck him that he had been choosing to look at that sparkle instead of the black gloom spread all around because she was in this with him, he felt a numb spread through his soul.

He knew he was letting her in, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Rather, there was nothing he wanted to do about it.

It frightened him, this closeness, this letting go of a cloak of seclusion that he had been wearing for years now.

Why did life have to make him stand at crossroads, make a choice he didn't want to?

It felt as if somebody had made a path of clouds for him to reach the sun, and every time he took a step, he fell. He had never complained about it, living silently in the piercing darkness that held him within its confines.

But this one while, he wanted to shriek. He wanted to complain. He wanted to go against every force of nature that stopped him. Because this time it wasn't just a wish.

It was a need for him.

Unbeknownst to him, the lights flickered and change positions. The red seized to exist and the green came into existence, and it was a glare from behind him that finally made him notice the change.

Barely stopping the overflowing dam of heartfelt emotions, that had finally managed to break the walls he had built piece by piece, with precision, over the years, he rushed past blurry sky-risers, taking a step towards whatever destiny had in store for him.

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Pooja:

When she opens her wardrobe, her first instinct is to go for that chic dress she bought some time ago. The thought is quickly followed by a mental forehead smack, and she goes for a casual, everyday outfit instead.

When she followed him into the area of repairs, she would have never guessed that a simple follow of curiosity would spiral into this. She, an intern, going to the home of Dr Ethan Ramsey.

She wondered if it has ever happened before & if it would ever happen again. The answer flashed before she even had the time to ponder. It was a No.

Tying her hair in a casual ponytail, she let out a yawn, a reminder of the long day at work, and of the secret that was trapped in the labyrinths of her mind, threatening to come out anytime.

Bits of the conversation that had got imprinted on the film rolls of her mind, played continuously in a loop, reminding her of the responsibility that rested on her shoulder. The trust that he had placed on her.

She couldn't let him down.

When in hushed, muted tones, he had asked her for the promise, she had given it to him without a thought. She couldn't let him break. She couldn't let him lose.

She couldn't let him down.

Like a mantra, she let the words repeat over and over and over again until they got etched in her heart. And then, with an attempt to centre herself, she walked on to the destination she was supposed to reach.

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Ethan:

The cool for the air-conditioning unit covered the entire area, as the clock pleasantly ticked in a monotonous harmony.

The blue ocean of his eyes was in turmoil, waves of reason and feelings crashing against each other, ravaging a storm. The ship of his stood through it all, but he was afraid that any moment now, it would reach its breaking point.

In the distance was a clearing in the sky. A stray ray of gold attracted him, and he went on, never stopping for once. It was her presence.

He couldn't tell if they were words knitted with excruciating perfection with yarns of her heart, or a piece of cloth she had bought and handed over to him, neatly so that he doesn't notice.

But for once, he wanted to believe in the words her mellifluous voice scribbled in the air. For once, he wanted to hold on to that ray, which the clouds of fate threatened to hide.

For once, he wanted to hope.

It felt as if his search was over. A wind had finally gained the power to carry away the blanket of misery and pain that had been surrounding him for years now.

Maybe the forces of nature had finally decided to grant him the wish he made to a shooting star when he was a kid and gifted him with the most precious treasure anyone could ever ask for.

All she did was place a hand on his thigh, but it felt as if she had dragged him from the darkness to the bright sunshine, holding his hand in hers, making him relish the soft touches of flowers petals and rustle of hair along with the gentle breeze.

Is this how it felt to slowly travel through the meadows of affection, gathering flowers of trust, hope and respect to make the bouquet of his heart? One that he had given to her without telling her anything, today?

Is this how it felt to fall in love?

He closed his eyes as if to stop the circle of thoughts that had taken a direction he had been avoiding for a long time without his permission. The gardens his soul was paying a visit to, was dangerous tranquillity, a threatening calm.

And he was afraid, that one wrong step could burn down the entire world of two lives that had got intertwined without each other's knowledge.

He was not ready to take the risk.

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Pooja:

The pages of her journal rustled in neglect as she continued twirling the pen in her hand.

She was supposed to be writing in the details of this day, but instead all she could do was recollect fragments of all the conversations she had had during the past hours. A few tendrils of her hair playfully danced in the wind, as she got up and went to stand on the balcony.

She let the milky white shimmer dress her, soothe her as the future stood in a tangled yarn of uncertainty, too difficult to reach.

There was a pain getting etched in her heart, as it sobbed silently for her mentor and grand mentor. Was there really no way out?

A quick whisper from the demon of self-doubt told her that if The Ethan Ramsey could not solve the mystery, how could she, a doe-eyed intern?

She shook her head as if to throw the thought away. This wasn't the time of comparing whose skill set was better than whose. If she had dared to awake a lamp of hope in Dr Ramsey's heart, how could she give up on attempts herself?

In tumultuous times, when there were more chances of defeat than success, she wanted to bear the flambeau of hope that can light even the darkest of nights. She wanted to be the force that would make him rethink his abilities and try again after every failure.

She wanted to be the picture that could fill his heart with hope.

And she knew that it would take every ounce of her strength. Keeping the situation a secret from friends who had always had her back. Always looking at the bright side. Always bearing optimism.

When she had uttered "Promise" to him in the hallway in the morning, she knew what she was signing up for. This time, she would have to be the strength of herself and him. She would have to be the ear he could always whisper to. The shoulder he could always lay his head on. The hand he could always hold when he felt like letting go and giving up.

But she was ready to give it all. No matter how threatening, no matter how dangerous.

She was ready to take the risk.

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casasupernovas · 2 years

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what are your thoughts about martha in the stolen earth/journey's end, the osterhagen key storyline, her ending up with mickey? and what would you do differently if it was up to you to write her in those episodes?

I know the doctor destroying gallifrey and the osterhagen key are parellels between him and martha. to end the war against the daleks. but due to this story being over-stuffed, it's never dealt with properly. martha is the only one in the tardis team who is still on earth at this point. sarah jane, mickey, jack, rose, donna and the doctor are all on the dalek ship. so if martha goes down, everyone left behind will die. wilf, sylvia, luke, francine, everyone. it's a terrible decision, and it's supposed to show the lengths that martha will go as a member of unit to not surrender to hostile aliens. and if people were evacuated which i highly doubt they would have time for, the daleks would have pounced on the fleeing ships. a lose lose situation.

in my opinion, this is way too big a thing just to drop it. in one of my favourite tenth doctor stories, 'prisoner of the daleks' we see what the osterhagen key does. the doctor sees a planet completely destroyed, on fire, it's countries melting like lava and he nearly throws up. i honestly think it's too much, way too much especially for rose just to say "oh she's good." i'm on the doctor's side on this one.

also, mickey ending up with martha made me grimace. because it just seemed like it was just done to kill two birds with one stone, and get the doctor saying goodbye to mickey and martha out of the way. only he doesn't say goodbye, he says nothing actually. it seems too convenient, how do i focus on things i care about more. you get a frankly insulting scene with a call back to joan redfern with emotional weight and nothing for martha, except pair her up with someone she has barely interacted with. not to mention how every single love interest martha has ever had has been a white man. shakespeare. the doctor. riley. tom milligan. if tom ellis wasn't available that's fine. but to pair the two people who were ditched by rose and the doctor felt insulting honestly and stereotypical, and purely for scheduling purposes for filming convenience. and the fact that she is the first one we see him *say goodbye to* feels like they wanted to get it out of the way, as she is forgotten under all the plethora of other goodbyes. but considering all the doctor and martha have been through, for her to be just met with silence is awful to me. especially as he saves her life. it speaks for itself i suppose, but not in a good way.

one of my main issues with martha and it happens in almost all her stories is that she is seperated from the main action and has to go it alone. and i think at this point, she shouldn't have to. i don't see why she couldn't have been right there on donna's street with everyone else.

so if i were to do it differently, i would change her entire plotline for series 4. martha's plot would be that she knows the dalek invasion of earth is coming, and it's because of 'the year that never was.' maybe she is reluctant to tell the doctor because of just how well..badly he handled the master in the previous season because let's be real. he got a lot of stuff wrong. the daleks want to wipe out everyone and they don't sucee, but series 3's finale still had a bigger amount of damage than 4. 10% of the worlds population decimated, russia turned into a shipyard, the nile frozen over, caspian sea poisoned, london turned into slums and overcome by wild dogs. if the daleks had wanted to steal the earth and use the reality bomb, it probably would have ended up happening still in that timeline, only with more difficulty because they would have to face the master and toclafane. with time reversing and restoring earth without all these enemies, their plan is put back on track. or maybe martha tries to warn the doctor and is sidetracked by this project indigo. or maybe the daleks interfere and take her out of the picture themselves because they know she revived the master, saved the world, they see her as a threat. and martha escapes, trying to find the doctor to warn him but ends up in the wrong timeline - 'turn left'. maybe in a big secret reveal, martha came across dalek caan in 'the year that never was' before he found davros. they remember each other.

make her go missing all season, have her be the one trying to get the doctor's attention on the screens, then have her return in 'turn left' with the even bigger rose tyler reveal bombshell at the end of the episode.

maybe martha realises she doesn't have to go it alone anymore (remind you of anyone?). that she has people looking out for her. hell, if she's been missing for so long, have her reunite with people, have rose be the one who found her or something. have her interact and speak with the daleks more. bring up the master, the 'year that never was'. show how the stories link. i would have martha be the one next to the doctor to directly speak to them. she remembers when they were so desperate not to be wiped out that they made human hybrids. martha saw the remnants of the cult of skaro. i think she should have a more central role.

and her story to end with her more settled back into life on earth, with her real fiance. how many people she has looking out for her, just like the doctor. and for martha's goodbye to be way more poignant. maybe have the doctor give her something, that shows the similarities between the two, something really meaningul. not sure what that would be, but a much better goodbye than what we got.

i think series 3 should be much more closely linked with 4. it was way too big just to be forgotten.

Thanks for your ask!

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