#whoniverse fic

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

OC Masterlist as of 10/8/2023

My OCs (main):

Julie Kristina Lawrence

Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

(Primary) Story: Is This Love?

FC: Alyssa Milano (mainly 80s and 90s era)

Julie is the younger sister of Johnny Lawrence, Cobra Kai's star student. She has been in love with his friend Jimmy since she was a kid. As her senior year of high school comes to an end, something changes between them.

Alyssa Riley Morgan-Parker

Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

(Primary) Story: Never Knew

FC: Molly Jackson

Alyssa is the teenage daughter that Jimmy didn't know that he had. She comes to live with him and his family after losing the only stable adult in her life. Alyssa learns how to be a part of a family and gets caught up in the Valley's karate dojo wars.

Molly Alexandra Yates

Fandom: Doctor Who/The Sarah Jane Adventures

FC: Madeleine McGraw

Story: currently working on this title-less WIP

Molly is the granddaughter of Mike Yates, companion of the Third Doctor and former member of UNIT. She was raised in San Francisco by a single father. When she was a few months shy of turning fourteen, her dad moved them to his homeland of England. Molly makes fast friends with the other new girl in their Ealing neighborhood, Maria Jackson, and finds a mentor and mother figure in her grandfather's old friend, Sarah Jane Smith. Molly investigates alien and strange occurrences in and around Ealing with the rest of the Bannerman Road gang, while trying to unravel her own, personal mystery.

My OCs (supporting):

Rebecca Nicole "Becca" Brown

FC: Staci Keanan

The younger sister of Bobby Brown. Best friend of Julie Lawrence. Becca is an outspoken girl who doesn't back down, whether challenging Dutch or defending Julie.

Jenny, Jordan, Josh, Jesse, and Jayden Parker

FC: Khrystyne Haje (Jenny), Jimmy Deschler (Jordan), Grayson Russell (Josh), Jack Gore (Jesse), and Iain Armitage (Jayden)

Jenny is Jimmy's wife in canon, yet has never been seen, only referred to onscreen in one episode. My Jenny is a calm, loving, and level-headed woman, partner, and mother.

Jordan and Josh are Jimmy and Jenny's eldest sons, fraternal twins. Jordan is the athlete and Josh is the sensitive musician. They are each other's best friends. Jesse is/was the troublesome middle child, always getting into mischief. Jayden is the innocent baby of the family, only eight years old. Jenny and Josh were the first ones to welcome Alyssa into their family.

David Alexander Franklin Yates

FC: Jamie Bamber

The son Mike Yates didn't know he had until David was an adult. David is an architect who spent years working abroad in the States. He does the best he can as a single father. David is unaware of his father's past work with UNIT or much of what his daughter gets into with Sarah Jane.

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Most of my fics are WIPs and I do have OCs, both main and supporting, that I don't have listed because they haven't appeared enough to warrant it or I haven't written them yet.

#my ocs #invisibleobserver13 #julie lawrence #is this love #never knew #alyssa morgan #molly yates #whoniverse fic #original characters #a masterlist of sorts #any questions feel free to ask

[superwholockednico]

AI generated Ianto Jones Doctor Who Episode... is amazing

I want to make this a fic. And I want Ianto to slap the tenth doctor at least once for ditching Jack on the station and not going back to him. Or at least verbally scold him. A lot.

#doctor who #10 #ianto jones #torchwood #torchwood ideas #torchwood headcanon #captain jack harkness #dw #whoniverse #torchwood fic ideas #martha jones #martha jones torchwood

[witchofthemidlands]

probably the laziest thing i am about to do but because i literally cannot bring myself to watch the end of reset ever again & my mind just blocks a lot of it out but i quite literally need knowledge on that scene for a fix it fanfiction i am composing. please, my fellow torchwood fans, i am sorry to bother you all but did they kill the bloody moron who murdered owen?

#id just go ahead & have timepetals daughter commit her first murder but i don't want it to be over the top if they didn't kill him in canon #sorry to bother you all #i just can't watch it again i can't do it #i know he's semi alright in the next episode but STILL #fourteen year old me was bloody traumatised #owen harper #reset #oh god owen 😭 #torchwood #whoniverse #fic help #kat’s thoughts 🍄 #mutuals

[rapha-reads]

Ooh I love the title At the Crossroad of the Stars so much! Peek?

Thanks, it's one of my favourite thing to write! It's a Torchwood/Doctor Who fic that fixes basically Owen and Tosh's deaths and the entirety of Children of Earth. I'm writing it in French, because it's a story that's important to me and despite my fluency in English, my native language is still the most natural for me. At the Crossroad of the Stars = A la Croisée des Etoiles (and it's actually a reference to His Dark Materials, which in French was translated to A la Croisée des Mondes, "at the crossroad of the worlds"). I had the idea when I was on Erasmus in Glasgow and listening to some Big Finish audio stories, and I've been slowly writing it for three years or so (and by slowly I mean that sometimes I don't add a single line for months). I can give you a peek, sure, but if you don't read French, it's not going to help!

“A la Croisée des Etoiles”, c’est le nom de l’établissement. 

Il s’affiche en lettres lumineuses sur la devanture du bâtiment, mais aussi à l’entrée du spatioport où il y a toujours un quai de débarquement disponible pour ceux qui arrivent en vaisseau. Il est aussi présent sur les panneaux de signalisation, les pancartes et les affiches qui parsèment les jardins et les avenues des parcs s’étendant à perte de vue et les murs et les allées du quartier environnant le grand bâtiment de pierres roses et de briques rouges qui contient la bibliothèque, le bar et le café, la piste de danse et tant d’autres merveilles. 

Certains disent que le Centre (c’est le nom donné au bâtiment principal, d’après une très vieille légende sur ses origines dont plus personne ne se souvient) est vivant et infini. Les mémoires les plus anciennes racontent qu’au tout début, il n’y avait que le Centre, et que peu à peu, au fur et à mesure que les visiteurs de passage et les habitués sont arrivés, la station s’est agrandie pour devenir A la Croisée des Étoiles. Les Étoiles, comme on l’appelle plus souvent, un complexe connu à travers les temps et les univers pour la qualité et la particularité de son service et de ses employés, pour les événements hors du commun qui s’y déroulent parfois, et pour les myriades de vies irrémédiablement changées par leur séjour dans ce lieu sans pour autant impacter la trame de l’Univers et du Temps.

#regulusrules #rapha talks #rapha writes #wip #wip peek #torchwood #dw fic #i have a lot of ideas and a lot of love for this fic but it's also super hard to write it #i did a loooooot of research about electromagnetic radiations and all the different kinds that exist on earth and in the universe #and how the rift works and what sort of pseudo-science the whoniverse uses etc etc... #i know i shouldn't but don't hesitate to use a translator ai (deepl is good) if you can't read french and want to know what it's about

[the-boy-who-waited]

Pond Investigations

takes place shortly after the Angels Take Manhattan (so spoilers for that episode)

note: this is a long shot but genuinely if anyone wants to do fanart for this i will love you forever

Cyborgs in Manhattan

Prologue

Things have been happening here since we created the paradox. Manhattan feels like its own little world now, almost closed off from the rest of the Earth, except Rory and I are the only ones who can’t leave. But that’s okay, I think. We’ve created a life here together. I’m a publisher and writer, he’s a doctor, things are good. But like I said, it's still hectic. The angels are gone for now, but other stuff has been going wrong. People going missing, sightings of strange creatures roaming the city, that stuff. And luckily, Rory and I have some experience with this sort of thing. You’re welcome, Manhattan.

“I’ve missed this. Haven’t you missed this?” I ask, glancing up from the manuscript lying limply in my hands.

“Sorry, missed what?” Rory groans, sitting up next to me. The bed creaks as he leans over to turn on his bedside light.

“This, the adventure,” I reply smoothly, taking off my reading glasses to look at him. “Or the anticipation of adventure, more like.”

“Mm, yeah. I guess. Glad we have a more normal life, though. Settling down a bit.”

“You call this normal?” I laugh, gesturing to the room around us. “We were sent back in time to 1938 New York by weeping angels, we can’t leave, and people are going missing!”

“Oh, you know what I mean,” he scoffs in response. “Not going on crazy adventures for weeks on end, you know?”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you really don’t miss that, though. Come on, it’s exciting!” He gives me a weary but longing look. I sigh.

“Okay, yes, I’ve felt a bit empty without all that going on,” he chuckles.

“Exactly! Thank you! So you agree now that we have to figure out what exactly is happening?”

“Are we really the only ones who can?” Rory asks tentatively. I give him a sly smile and place a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes,” I say without hesitation. He sighs and rolls his head, but a grin plays at his lips.

“So then tell me, Mrs. Williams, how are we going to solve these mysteries all on our own?”

“We won’t be completely on our own, my dear Mr. Pond.” I hold up the cover of the manuscript I’m proofreading. “We have-”

“Melody Malone…”

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Chapter 1

Over the past few days, we’ve been silently taking notes on all the disappearances happening around us. So far, we have:

Some victims have been disappearing and popping up a few weeks later, looking exactly the same as they did when they went missing

Many who came back do not remember anything about the time between their disappearance and their reappearance

People have been reporting sightings of small robotic shape-changers. We haven’t seen any yet, nor have we ever heard of them

Most of the people who went missing have not yet reappeared, and traces of them seem to be slowly disappearing as well (memories, objects, sometimes entire houses)

I’m surprised we haven’t come across any of the robots ourselves yet, considering our repertoire with aliens. But our eyes are peeled. The moment we see one of those little buggers, our work begins. And I have a feeling that said work will be cut out for us.

--

“Amy?” Rory calls my name from down the hall.

“Yeah?” I pipe back.

“I think… I think you might want to come look at this…” he says, his tone a bit unsure.

“What is it?” I ask as I make my way down the hall.

“Be slow. Don’t want to spook it,” he replies, now whispering.

“Rory, what is i-” I stop just as I’m rounding the corner. A small metallic bird, about the size of a standard adult human head sits very close to Rory’s feet. “Oh.”

“Is it- It’s not one of the robots people have been talking about, is it?”

“I don’t know!” I exclaim in a hushed voice. “I mean, probably, what else would it be? Not like robots are a common occurrence here, yeah?” I crouch down closer to its level and slowly move towards it.

“D’you think that’s the best idea?” Rory whispers.

“Got a better one?”

“Yes, actually! Multiple! We don’t know what this thing is, or does, or-” Before he can finish his sentence, nearly at the speed of light, the robot changes into a hand, a needle shoots out of one of the fingers, and barely in a heartbeat, I am gone.

--

I don’t know where I am. I can’t see. Are my eyes closed or am I blind? Ohh, I really hope it’s the former. I groan and try to sit up, but I’m held down by something. Clamps?

“I told you the human would try to escape,” an exasperated, raspy voice scolds from beside me. I jump.

“I never disagreed with you!” another voice says from the other side. It sounds offended.

“Will you stop bickering and let me out?” I grumble.

Silence from both of them, then they begin hastily whispering.

“She’s not supposed to do that, is she? Why can she talk?”

“I don’t know! I made sure to put that in the medicine, I don’t know why it didn’t work.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah, hi, I can hear you. At least let me see, will you?” No reply.

“I mean, she can be allowed to see, right?” the mellow voice finally whispers.

“Yeah, if you want to risk getting killed, sure.”

“I’m not going to kill you, calm down. Not if you do what I ask,” I mumble.

“Is that a threat? Might not be the best choice in this situation, dear.”

“Give me back my vision and I won’t move a muscle,” I bargain.

I hear a grunt next to me, and angry muttering.

“Better not be lying, human,” the angry voice growls. There’s rustling beside my ear, then light enters my eyes. One overhead light, kind of dim, shines on me. Peering down are two blank faced individuals, both of their skin a musky gray. Their eyes are too cold for them to be fully living creatures. Cyborgs? Probably. Most of their bodies are encased in shiny silver armour, except for their joints, similar to medieval knight’s armour. There’s foreign writing on both of their shoulders. Entirely unrecognizable, clearly an alien language. I squint at it, forcing the blur away. The characters slowly morph into something more readable. Lucky me, the translation effects of the Tardis still work. The writing on the tags read ‘Burol’ - the angry one to my right - and ‘Oscan’ - the mellow one to my left. Based on their dressing, they seem to be warriors.

I clear my throat. “Thank you. Now, what are you?”

“We are the Strox, Miss Pond.”

“Oi, Mrs. Pond to you, wire-brains. What do you want with me? And… how do you know my name?”

“We receive data from each human we collect. But why should we tell you what we want? That wouldn’t be very smart now, would it?”

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t, Burol,” I say, smiling.

“You understand Strox?” he asks indignantly.

I pause. Which would get me more likely to get information out of them? The truth - I spent a long time in a Tardis with the last remaining Time Lord - or a very blatant lie - yes, I can read Strox? I shake my head.

“Yeah, I can. Well versed in alien languages, as a matter of fact.” The lie seemed better. Knowing the Doctor’s reputation with getting all creatures everywhere to hate him, this seems like a better bet at avoiding death.

“Hm. Impressive,” Oscan ponders. “And where did you gain this knowledge?”

“I… traveled a lot. Learned a lot of different languages. Had to, you know?”

Burol pulls his comrade aside and they begin harshly whispering. I don’t know if they know I can still hear them.

“She could be useful. What if we kept part of her essence for later? Not an entire vessel, she’d still have her values, but all morals and human decency would be gone, yeah?”

“That,” Oscan replies after a moment, a smirk audible in his voice. “Is brilliant. But how would we do it?”

“Just a moment.” They walk back over and Burol picks up a syringe.

“Wait, wait, what are you doing? Hold on-” I gasp, struggling to break free from my restraints.

“Simply going to put you under, dear Pond. You won’t feel a thing,” he explains, stone cold.

“No, why, what do you want?” I prattle. But he simply ignores me. I don’t have much time until it’s prepared. I need to do something, anything, now. I frantically dig around in my pocket as stealthily as I can, looking for something, anything I can use. My fingers graze a pen, ballpoint.

“Hurry up! Now, do it now!” Oscan yelps. “Before she escapes!”

Panicking, I force my hand through the cuff and jab Burol with the pen in a vulnerable spot on his elbow, catching the syringe as it falls out of his hands. He stumbles back, more surprised than hurt. Syringe still in hand, I attempt to force open the other cuff to no avail. I’ll need to put something together when I get home. I grit my teeth. I better get home.

“Let me out,” I order, holding my weapon pointing directly at Oscan. “I’ll have you know, I am very good at darts.”

Unsure of what else to do, he nods and releases me via a control panel tucked away into a small corner of the metallic room. I give a sigh of relief and defensively swing off the bed, glaring daggers at the Strox. But my anger quickly dissipates and morphs into fear and… sadness. Ahead of me are dozens of beds similar to mine, with motionless bodies lying atop them.

“Are they… dead?” I ask hesitantly, walking slowly towards them.

I turn to face the Strox. Burol grunts, holding his elbow. Strox flesh is very vulnerable, noted.

“What use would dead humans be to us? We’re not disgusting, we don’t leave corpses down here strapped down to beds as if they’ll come alive,” he growls mockingly.

“I beg to differ. You are pretty disgusting. Are you experimenting on them?” I ask. No response. Of course they are. They themselves are cyborgs. Light shines off metal on the bodies, bouncing around the cavernous room. No, not experimenting - changing them, modifying them. Making them into warriors just as they are. Is there a war? No…

“You were talking about my essence and using me as a vessel. What does that mean?” I demand.

“Look around you, Ms. Pond, what do you think?”

Motionless bodies being turned into cyborgs. ‘Essence’. ‘Vessels’. I groan.

“You’re creating an army,” I reply simply. “And you’re using human bodies as your soldiers. And… you want me as one of them.”

Oscan chuckles. “Smart girl. You were right,” he says to Burol. “She could be a very valuable asset.”

“Not a goddamn chance,” I snap back.

“Feisty one, eh?” Oscan laughs. “Admirable of you to think you really can do anything to keep yourself - or any of these humans - safe. Don’t understand what you think you can do.”

“Oh, you will,” I laugh.

“And why is that?”

“I know why you’re here. Why you started here instead of anywhere else on Earth. The paradox, yeah? Well, guess who created it!” I point to myself. “Might just be a human, but I am one hell of a woman.”

“Ahhh, I see.” Oscan grins, satisfaction on his cold face. “Just another reason why we could use you,” he purrs.

“And a reason why you won’t. I am getting out of here and if either of you try to stop me, I will use these.” I brandish the syringe in one hand and pen in the other, reminding them of what I have.

“Either of us, sure, but what about the rest of them?”

I freeze, and slowly turn around. The people that were once lying down are now standing, the same blank expressions on their faces as the Strox. Each of them are in various states of disarray, some barely even human at this point. Home feels a little further away right now.

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Chapter 2

“Amy! No!” Rory cries out, grasping at the air as his wife disappears in front of him. “Not again, come on… Why take her? You were so close to me, so why her?” He smacks his hand on the cold wooden floor, exhaling angrily. “I am not letting this happen. I’m coming for you, Amy, I promise.”

Rory stands up shakily and runs his fingers through his hair.

“What do I do? God, what do I do?” he mutters frantically. His boots clunk on the floor as he paces back and forth, then stop suddenly, almost stumbling backwards with the force of his realization. He rushes to his room, tearing the sheets off the bed, rifling through each and every drawer.

“There, yes, thank God,” he pants, yanking out Amy’s manuscript from beneath a pile of papers. “Please have a number written on here…” He flips to the last page, unconsciously crossing his fingers. A number is written on it, scrawled in black marker.

“Okay, okay…” he mumbles, rushing back to the living room, manuscript in hand, and dials the number. “Please pick up, River, please…”

--

Melody Malone sits in her dimly lit office, comfortably awaiting a phone call. Her silvery stilettos rest on the desk in front of her as she leans back in her chair, skimming a newspaper. An unlit cigarette hangs limply from her lower lip - she prefers not to smoke, but she does like the aesthetic of it. Especially in the mid 20th century, when everyone smokes. She taps her nails on the desk, swinging her legs down, just as the phone rings.

“Angel Detective Agency,” she answers.

“Melody- River- Melody,” the voice on the other end practically yells into the speaker.

“River, yes,” she replies coolly.

“This is, uh, Rory, sorry, hi. Amy’s gone missing, you know those robot… things? We found one today, in our house, and it took her and I don’t know where-”

“Yes, I know,” River chuckles, fiddling with a cuff on her wrist.

“Well then I need you to come over and help me get her back, and preferably fix this once and for all- hello?” Light flashes in the office, and River is gone, leaving the phone barely hung up.

--

“Did she just- hang up on me?” Rory asks himself, more confused than anything.

“Well, yes and no,” River’s voice rings out through the door. Without a word, Rory opens it, a look of astonishment overtaking his face.

“Vortex manipulator. You may not be able to time travel or space travel, but I can. Easy,” she explains. “Now, what do you suggest we do?”

“Probably… find another of those robots, yeah? Let ourselves be taken and find our way back with Amy, while also defeating whatever’s doing this, or something.”

“Exactly what I was thinking. As a matter of fact, I have one with me. I temporarily shut it down, but that can be fixed.” She reaches into the pocket of her trench coat and pulls out a sonic screwdriver.

“Did the Doctor give you that?” Rory asks as she works on restoring the robot.

“He will. It should work now. Let it prick you, it’ll do everything else on its own from there.”

Rory shudders. “Have you been studying these?”

“Just this one. Only one I could get my hands on and control without getting taken myself. It should activate any minute now, get ready.”

Exactly as she predicts, it transforms into a hand, just what it did for Amy, and shoots them both with needles. They disappear with a flash, and the house is empty.

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Chapter 3

“Stay back!” I yell, wielding my only protection at arm’s length.

“Or what?” Burol replies, grinning as much as an emotionless face can.

“Yes, or what?” the emptied people repeat, all in unison. A hivemind. That’s not creepy at all.

“Or…” I clear my throat. “Or I will attack!”

“And what good that will do, right, Amelia?” A shiver runs up my spine.

“Don’t… call me that,” I order.

“Ooh, hit a nerve there, mm? Is that not your name?” Oscan asks softly.

“Not anymore. Not to you,” I growl, hiding my fear behind a brutal wall of anger. But they’re moving closer and I am surrounded. There is no possible way that I can escape. Mass of cyborgs on all sides of me, except behind. Which is backed up by a thick metal wall. Or a door. God, please be a door.

Before I can check, a robotic voice comes over the intercom.

“New life forms detected. Dissertation: Human. Please stand by, collection will begin shortly.” Momentarily, all the cyborgs stop and stare at the Strox.

“AMY!” a voice yells from the other side of the wall. Rory. Oh thank God.

“Do not let them open the door,” Burol snarls at Oscan. He nods.

“Shouldn’t have let me know that this is a door,” I chuckle. “RORY! OPEN THE DOOR!”

“Do NOT let them open it!” Burol yells again, louder.

“ON IT!” With a shriek, it slides open behind me.

“See you on the other side, suckers!” I yell triumphantly, falling backwards into the next room. The doors close automatically, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Amy! You’re okay, oh my God, you’re okay,” Rory says, his body relaxing a bit more when he sees me. He helps me up and I pull him into a quick kiss.

“Ohhh, I missed you,” I mumble, holding him as tight as he’s holding me. High heels clack from behind him and I peer over his shoulder.

“Hello, River,” I gasp. Now is not the time for smiling, but I can’t help it.

“Very glad you’re safe.” I break away from Rory to give her a warm hug.

“So am I.” I give her a kiss on the cheek and turn to face the door.

“What… are those things, exactly?” Rory asks abruptly.

“Strox,” River and I say in unison.

“You’ve heard of them?” I ask her.

“Briefly. Heard their name spread around the galaxy, used to hear stories about them. Used to be an incentive to keep kids good - ‘if you’re not good, the Strox will come and conquer!’” she quotes.

“Well, what do they do? What do they want?” Rory questions.

“From what I could gauge, they want to colonize Earth. I’m assuming they feed on paradox energy or use it as some other source of strength - and we all know this city is full of it. They’re cyborgs trying to turn other people into cyborgs. And taking out all human essence to… empty the bodies for good use.”

“Empty the bodies… what does that mean?” Rory inquires.

“Well, I think by ‘essence’, they mean the soul. They mentioned doing it to me but only removing my morality. So essentially, to have the perfect warrior, they take out the soul and leave the body empty for something new to put in.”

“Like daleks or cybermen,” River interjects.

“How much time do you reckon we have?” Rory mutters, leaning back against a wall.

“Well, judging by the noise they’re making out there,” River raises her eyebrows. “I’d say about ten minutes.” She turns to me. “Estimate of how many there are?”

A pained expression takes over my face. “More than 20. All in varying states of robot.”

Rory groans and puts his head in his hands. A visible chill runs up River’s spine.

“Okay. Okay, well, what do we do? How do we- how do we stop them?” Rory rambles.

“I… have no idea. But we must do something, right? We’ve seen our future, we live after this, so we don’t die here or now. And if we don’t die now, that means no one else does, right?”

“But time can be rewritten,” he mumbles.

“Only if we want it to be. So come on, think!” I rub my temples, pacing back and forth, ignoring the pulsing pain in my hand. “We can’t use time travel, I doubt we can fight them by hand, so what else can we do? What other options do we have?” I mumble.

“Well… I have a sonic screwdriver. Probably should have mentioned that earlier,” River chimes in, holding up her sonic.

“Do you think it could disable the technology of the Strox?”

“Not for very long, but yes.”

“Perfect. I have a plan,” I say, grinning.

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Chapter 4

“When the door sounds like it’s about to burst down, get ready. River, you sonic the two Strox, it’s a hivemind so I think they control the people. Rory, you come with me to the control panel and keep an eye on all of them. Finding out how to shut everything down shouldn’t take too long, if I press enough buttons it’ll probably ruin the system. Let me know if they start waking up. If they do, we run. If they don’t and I get the systems scrambled in time, we can probably take control of the mechanics and therefore the Strox, and get them to return all souls back to the people down here.” I pause, and take a deep breath. “If that’s even possible.”

River and Rory nod. The banging on the door grows louder, then stops altogether. Eyes wide, my gaze meets Rory and River’s.

“What are they do-” River begins, rudely interrupted by the metal melting rapidly into a puddle on the floor, hardening just as quickly. “Ah. Will this still work?”

“Well,” I chuckle nervously. “We better damn well hope so. Go!”

River sprints towards the Strox, sonic screwdriver held at arm’s length, at full power. As she nears the Strox, the cyborgs all shut down at once, twitching.

“Yes! Oh, I am so glad that worked,” I laugh. “Okay, Rory, with me.” He nods, and I grab his hand, pulling him along. We shove through the mob of cyborgs to the control panel and stand back to back. “Alright, how does this thing work?” I mutter. “Really wish there were big red buttons on things…” I take a deep breath and begin pressing buttons, completely at random.

“You’re sure this will work?” Rory mutters.

“First thing I learned from the Doctor: always press buttons. Something’s bound to happen.”

“Amy, they’re waking up,” Rory whispers shakily.

“No, no, no, not yet, please…” I mumble. I smack the side of the console and groan. “Hold on- there’s a button down here.” I run my fingers along the edge of it and clench my fists before furiously pressing it. All at once, everything shuts down - the cyborgs stop once again, the internal locks click open, lights turn off. It seems like, out of all the technology here, the Strox are the only ones still functioning.

“No! What have you done?” Burol yells.

“Stopped you little buggers, that’s what we’ve done,” I reply. “Now, you’re going to tell me how to restore these people, if it’s even possible.”

Burol sighs. “If we return their souls to them, there is a chance that they will die. And do you really want that, Amelia Pond?”

“Well, what’s the other chance?”

“The robotic parts will cease to function and their organic bodies will be restored. But it is a much smaller chance.”

“I’ll take it. Better than letting them just die without even trying to do anything. So do it.”

Burol cocks his head at us questioningly, as if to challenge us. River clears her throat and brandishes her sonic screwdriver. It glistens in the light. He meets her eyes for a moment, then surrenders.

“Come with us.”

“Good. But you are going to be very closely monitored, got that?” I warn.

We set off, both of the Strox closely tailed by River and Rory.

We come to a door at the end of a long hallway, and it opens seemingly on its own.

“In here. Keep them in bottles,” Oscan introduces.

“How do we get them to their rightful places?”

“They’ll know where to go. But remember, if they all die, it will be your fault.”

I scoff. “Life is full of hard decisions, this is just one of the harder ones. I know what I’m doing, now shut it.”

I gingerly pick one of the bottles up and examine it. It’s tightly sealed with a cork. Slowly, I open it, and a blue mist seeps out, making a beeline down the corridor and back to the cyborgs.

“If this works, you two leave. I know you have some kind of technology in you. Cyborgs usually do,” I growl at the two Strox. They nod.

I make sure Rory and River still have the Strox trapped with the syringe and screwdriver, then chase after the light, just in time to see it enter the body of one young man. A glow emanates from under his skin, and he straightens up with a loud gasp, then collapses.

“Don’t die, please don’t die,” I whisper, rushing over to him. Slowly, the metal unattaches itself from his skin, and his body repairs itself in the places that it was modified. I lower my head to listen. He’s breathing. Oh thank God, he’s breathing. I let out a sigh of relief and stand up.

“It worked!” I call out. “It worked… release the rest of them!”

The first sound that reaches my ears is a loud zap - the Strox leaving. Then the distant sound of corks popping out of bottles. I smile. Did we just… save Manhattan? No, don’t get ahead of yourself, Amy. We still have to make sure the rest of them are okay. Blue light streams in, illuminating the dark room with a soft glow, and gradually, all of the cyborgs regain their humanity. The last cork pops as the last bottle is opened, and Rory and River run in, now on their own. I look behind me and meet their eyes with a soft, triumphant smile.

“It’s… beautiful,” River whispers.

“It’s life,” I reply. “I suppose that is beautiful. Did you know that this is what life looks like?”

River walks up in front of me, staring wistfully at the light. “Yes. 200 years, I’ve had the chance to see life itself, yet it never fails to amaze me. You can hear them. Their souls, their essence, their… hope. Each and every individual.” She pauses. “The first time I saw it was with the Doctor. In a situation similar to this, I think. He was astounded, as was I. 2000 years, and yet it never failed to amaze him as it did the first time. He’s funny like that, you know. Sees every experience as something new and beautiful, even if he’s seen it a hundred, a thousand times,” she continues.

Slowly, the last of the light reenters the last of the bodies, and she turns to face us. I look down at the ground and sniffle. Am I crying? A lone tear rolls down my cheek, and I wipe it off. I suppose I am. Was. I clear my throat and turn away, not letting River see.

“Well. We need to get back up. River, can you scan for an internal teleport?”

“Yes.” She switches on the sonic and scans the room. “That lever, I believe, turns it on. If I can modify it, it should take everyone back to where they need to be - namely, these people.”

River walks up to the control panel and briefly studies the lever, then sonics it.

“Ready?” I ask.

Rory and River nod, and I pull the lever.

It’s dark out now, which is probably best, considering we just appeared out of nowhere.

“We ought to go. New Yorkers may never sleep, but I’ll be damned if they’re not diligent,” River mentions.

“You can come back to our place, if you like. Relax a bit,” Rory offers. I nod.

“Thank you, but I must be going. Places to be, men to see.”

I laugh quietly. “Tell him we say hi,” I whisper. “Thank you for helping us. Don’t be a stranger.”

She gives each of us a quick hug, then flicks a switch on her Vortex manipulator and disappears. I sigh and grab Rory’s hand, holding it in a firm grip. We walk under the dim streetlamps towards our apartment complex quietly. It’s not so bad being stuck here, not with him. He makes it all better.

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[crystalromana]

Relistening to the 8/Charley audios and I'm wishing that shipping Charley with 10 was as prevalent as shipping 8 with Rose. Not even one?

#Your honor I am insane #Big Finish #Doctor Who #Charley Pollard #I enjoy crossover content within the the whoniverse all those writers who wrote banging torchwood/dw/sja/classic who crossovers I salute u #Rip to that unfinished fic with pre-liv dark eyes 8 in the torchwood hub #Bemoaning the fact we won't get jack reacting to Andy technically meeting the Doctor before him #How isn't liv meeting everyone #Tenth Doctor #Anyway 10 and charley would be insufferable I love it

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Lady Oswald (Clara Oswald x reader)

Summary: when traveling in Victorian era London, you and Clara slip away to have some much more private fun

Warnings: SMUT, vaginal fingering (Clara receiving), gender neutral reader, playful/giggly sex, roleplay (Clara pretends to be a high class Victorian lady while you tempt her away from her unsuspecting husband), brief swearing

A/N: roleplay sex must happen at some point in the whoniverse given how often they pop around to different time periods and dress up accordingly. this fic helps reflect that because I'm a whore for Clara in Victorian clothing

"My, Lady Oswald, you sure do look lovely this evening," you praised highly as your eyes scanned her beautifully dressed frame with obvious interest.

She let out a soft giggle at your flirtation, giving you a half curtsey as a means to humor you. "Why, thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

You smirked at her response, casually making your way closer. "Tell me, how are things with your husband?" Your tone held underlying disdain for the fictional figure you were referring to.

"Oh, he's out of town again. He leaves me alone for weeks at a time, would you believe it?" Clara did a good job playing the role of a dissatisfied housewife, you had to admit. "I get so lonely, staying in that big house all by myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," you openly sympathized, your hands leaving some not-so-subtle touches along her waist and lower back as you spoke. "You know, if I was married to you, I'd never leave you alone."

"I can believe that. From the way it seems by how you're touching me, you'd never let me have a free moment to myself," she jokingly pointed out, though she made no attempts to move away from you, and in fact moved towards your touch.

"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private," you suggested in a low murmur as your hands settled on her hips. "You might be a bit more comfortable away from prying eyes."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of getting to be alone with you. "How thoughtful of you." She leaned in closer so that her face was mere inches away from yours, a mischievous smirk in her eyes. "Well then, lead the way."

You did just that, taking her hand in yours and finding a secluded room in the expensively furnished house. Your lips were on hers as soon as the door shut behind you, kissing her with all the built up passion you had within you.

She moaned softly into the kiss, her arms reaching up to wrap around your neck, pulling you in close. "What would my husband say if he found me now?" She mused out loud, causing you to let out a chuckle at how she was still playing into the role she'd chosen for herself.

"He doesn't ever have to find out, so you don't need to worry about it." One of your hands slipped down to start pulling up the bottom of her dress, eliciting a gasp from her in mock offense.

"How dare you! I'm a married woman," she said in an over the top manner, acting as of you'd just committed a crime. You rolled your eyes affectionately at her dramatics.

"Oh, please. If anything, you should be upset that he never bothers to touch you the same way I do," you lightly teased, your hands fighting to find the end of the long, flowy piece of fabric. "God damn it, just how long is this thing?"

Clara snorted in laughter at your visible frustration. "Here, let me help you with that." She pull the skirt part of her dress up far enough for you to slip your hand under it with ease.

"Oh, thank God. It was either that or untying your corset, and I really did not want to have to fight with that," you commented as your hand moved underneath her dress, caressing her thigh.

She smiled in amusement at your words, biting her lip at the feeling of your hand against her. "I guess it's a good thing I decided to forgo the stockings, then."

"Mm, a very good thing." Your fingertips tiptoed up the soft flesh of her thighs until you found the waistband of her underwear, pulling it down just enough for you to slip your hand beneath it.

Gasping at the sudden friction of your fingers against her folds, she arched her back and pushed her hips closer towards your hand. "Oh, God yes..."

You didn't spend long teasing her, as she was already plenty wet. Slipping two fingers inside her, you leaned your body into hers, your lips brushing against her jaw as you slowly thrusted in and out. "There you go... That's it, sweetheart..."

She whimpered in pleasure, turning her head in your direction and capturing your lips in a tender and loving kiss. "It feels so good, please don't stop," she mumbled against your lips, a soft moan coming from her as your fingers moved deeper.

"I won't, sweetheart, I promise," you reassured her gently, moving your fingers in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm. Her soft pants and moans began filling the room the longer you touched her for, her hands reaching out to grip onto the front of your coat.

"Oh- oh, God-" She tilted her head back against the wall, closing her eyes as she embraced the pleasure washing over her. "I- I think I'm getting close-" She warned you, her hips starting to move in sync with your hand.

You nodded as you picked up the pace, your other hand finding its way down between her legs so that you could rub her swollen and sensitive clit. A loud moan exited from her lips at the feeling, and it wasn't long after that her body tensed up as she came, clinging to you desperately.

Panting heavily, she pressed her face into your chest while you slipped your fingers out of her and murmured soft words of praise in her ear. "You did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

A bashful grin covered her face as she peered up at you. "Would it be too much for me to ask for a round two?" You simply let out a laugh as you pulled her in for another kiss.

You both returned at least another twenty minutes later, hastily fixing your outfits so hopefully no one would realize what you'd been doing. Clara's hair was sticking somewhat to her forehead from sweat, and her makeup was a little smudged, but otherwise you didn't think anyone would notice that something was off.

"Where on earth have you two been? I've been looking for you for ages!" The Doctor's voice asked as he popped up from seemingly out of nowhere, quickly making his way over to you.

"Oh, we just got a bit lost, that's all," you lied casually, Clara giggling as you shot her a playful wink. "Shall we, m'lady?" You held out one of your arms to her as you spoke in a playful manner.

She took it gladly, looping her hand through with a bright smile. "After you, my dear," she responded in an equally playful way. The two of the gave each other a knowing look, leading the Doctor to wonder just what the two of you had been up to when you were gone.

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[thirteens-pocket-watch]

Message for all Whoniverse fanfiction readers and writers

Alternate universes r canon so all the fics r canon too

That is all <3

#doctor who #whoniverse

[torchwood-rarepair-royale]

Hello, and welcome to my Torchwood rarepair bracket. This is inspired by but not officially affiliated with @torchwoodfanfests and their Rarepair Fest. Maybe this is my entry instead of writing fic but shh shh shh. Let’s get to the fun part: the rules!

1. You can submit any Torchwood ship aside from Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen, and Gwen/Rhys. Other canon pairings are fair game, but do try and show love to non-canon ships as well.

2. You can submit as many ships as you like, just make sure there’s only one per form. And please only submit each ship once, no voter fraud please.

3. For simplicity’s sake, I will only be accepting ships between Whoniverse characters where at least one partner is Torchwood-affiliated. So no crossover ships, self-inserts, or OCs please, but a ship with a Torchwood member and someone who only appears in Doctor Who is a go.

4. Polyamorous ships are of course allowed and encouraged!

5. The form will be open until 12pm (CST) March 10th. After that, there will be a break while I formulate the bracket (and leave the country) but the first round will absolutely go up before the end of March. Updates will be posted periodically on my progress.

Click here to nominate a rarepair!

If you have any questions or concerns, please send an ask. Happy rarepair shipping!

#torchwood #polls #bracket

[touchstoneaf]

So... I think I'm quitting Doctor Who for a while; possibly forever. I haven't decided yet, but I'm definitely done for now. I got to the end of season 4, and I was So Freaking Excited to see Rose again that I couldn't even breathe for most of the season. Every time they teased it I felt like I was going to puke, I was so stoked and so upset about all the near misses... And when we got her back she was so capable and so awesome... Even though it upset me that they spent an episode & a half keeping them apart and wasting time, and, and... And she had grown So Much, and she was fighting So Damn Hard, even against the impossible, to keep her promise to him, to never leave him; the only person who ever really fully made that promise and worked so hard to do it that I know of (tho to be fair I didn't watch the Sarah Jane stuff or any of the earlier stuff yet... But still, it really hits, doesn't it?).... and I simply couldn't wait to see them back together again! And their mutual relief and joy in the reunion is so palpable... And then.

And then.

I CANNOT. I'm so pissed off at the way they ended it I was up all night pacing my room ranting to myself, and I can't even watch the final S4 episode; with him alone with neither of them. Alone again... because this one time, after fighting so hard to be back with him, Rose chooses an alternate version of him... and chooses to *leave him* by it?! I cannot watch Ten, having lost a new friend, but also having lost the person who was almost single-handedly responsible for the version of himself he is at that particular moment in time. I just...

I'm okay with and understand that Billie Piper didn't want to continue, but I just can't buy it. It simply doesn't wash for me. It seems wildly OOC, and just highlights how resigned the Doctor is to being deserted, and losing people, and I'm ANGRY. Nay, I'm FURIOUS. Honestly I don't think I can deal with the format anymore, after this. I can't watch him get attached to people and then watch him lose them over and over and over again. I just can't do it.

Tenrose broke me, and I don't think I can continue in the Whoniverse. It was a short journey, but if I ever want to return to that universe, I think I'll just rewatch the first two to four seasons (and watch him as 14, maybe). For one, I think I didn't give Martha enough props. I was too busy dealing with my emotions over losing Rose in Doomsday, and I didn't really pay enough attention to Martha to really give her what she deserved. And frankly, I probably didn't give Donna her props either, because I remained upset, and they were teasing Rose the whole time (which I'm glad they did, don't get me wrong; because otherwise I think it would have been too long of a gap without her for us to really fully remember till they were in the same scene together, what it was like with them. But still. It definitely impacted my ability to enjoy the Donna dynamic).

I will need to rewatch anyway to do my fix-it fic... this this being inevitable conclusion to my journey here. That's how i survive these sorts of things. I need to be able to sleep again. And I can't, as long as that infuriating ending is still in my head and playing behind my eyelids.

#tenrose #rose tyler #the tenth doctor #david tennant ruining peoples lives #martha jones #donna noble #whoniverse #billie piper

[starstruckpurpledragon]

Super curious, if you're willing to share, about what your favorite Dr. Who relationships (platonic, romantic, whatever) are. DW is such a huge canon that there's so many options for what people love! (I am admittedly a sucker for mixing eras and placing companions with Doctors other than their own incarnation. Particularly Modern/Classic pair ups, but I also definitely have my favorite canon dynamics.)

Donna and the Doctor are definitely my favorite platonic ship and favorite DW ship overall. I may not have had the language for describing a QPR when I first encountered them, but that's the vibe their ship has to me. I just want Donna to keep showing up to randomly traveling with the Doctor once a season going forward from here on out. Don't care who is playing the Doctor, I have faith that Catherine Tate can forge an instant connection with any actor. (So obviously I've been super pleased by this year's specials.)

I have really enjoyed the one-sided Jack/Doctor ship too. Jack and the Doctor's relationship has been messy, but the Doctor does care about Jack (as a friend) and Jack's accepted that as enough. Him being devoted to someone without feeling entitled to having romantic attraction return is a sort of love story that doesn't get told a lot so... I think maybe that's precisely why it means so much to me.

Ace and any version of the Doctor. That is her father figure and even when she's pissed off at the Doctor for being a cagey jerk, she loves them very much. And the Doctor, no matter which version, always loves Ace as their daughter.

I really like the Doctor in mentor/mentee relationships, though obviously Ace in the father/daughter dynamic is my favorite. But Bill is definitely a close second. I would have loved for Bill to meet other versions of the Doctor and having to grapple with finding her weird grandpa hot as the two lady Doctor versions we've seen thus far would have been funny. Like, Thirteen and The Fugitive Doctor are still very much her weird grandfather person, but... Twelve would also be annoyed by this but only because Bill is making it weird and definitely not because the Doctor can't ever get along with themself. (Really, he'd be the one making it weird, let's face it.)

Sarah-Jane and Luke are a wonderful mother/son relationship and it's so lovely how quickly she comes to love this kid as her own. And then she also not-quite-adopts (but totally would if they needed it) three more kids and actually adopts one more. She is an excellent mom and mentor and I will forever be a little sad about what could have been with the show if Elizabeth Sladen hadn't passed away.

So clearly my favorite Whoniverse ships are platonic ones, but I do have a soft spot for Any Doctor/Rose as a romantic ship because they really were very cute together. They did not always bring out the best in each other, but Rose was very much someone the Doctor needed in their life, especially after the Time War. While these days I personally see the Doctor as being aromantic (or arospec) and their relationship with Rose as being a sort of romantic-coded QPR, I do enjoy it written as a straight up romantic ship when I read fic.

Ianto/Jack is my overall favorite romantic ship in the Whoniverse though. They're just adorable and I wish we'd gotten more of them instead of a nonsensical death in a third season I prefer to pretend didn't happen. (It's not so much that Ianto died that bothers me about it either. It's that it was such a poorly written death, especially after how Tosh and Owen's deaths were handled in S2.)

#starstruckpurpledragon answers #doctor who #doctor who ships #the whoniverse #starstruckpurpledragon rambles

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

What fic has your attention right now? Most of it anyway, lol. I know we all have WIPs and ideas always hanging around!

My Whoniverse fic. I have an idea for a prologue and might have to rework the first chapter a bit. But I'm thinking of the backstory stuff, such as the relationships between my OC Molly Yates, her dad David (another OC), and her Grandpa Mike, and even Molly's mysterious missing mother.

Edited to add: I'm working on a prompt fic set in the past of this WIP.

#curiousdamage #replies #whoniverse #whoniverse fic #doctor who #doctor who fanfic #doctor who ocs #the sarah jane adventures #sja ocs #mike yates #molly yates #david yates

[torchwoodfanfests]

Poll will be open for a week. It's time for you to decide what fest you want to see next!

The small print because I don't have a lot of room in the poll to explain what each fest is:

Kink Meme Fest accepts and encourages prompts of all types and ratings! The name is a nod and a homage to the old school kink memes that used to be so common in fandom and does not mean that all prompts or fanworks should include kink or be explicit. PG-rated prompts and fills are fine.

Canon Divergence means anything set in the Whoniverse/Torchwood universe but at some point things happened differently than in canon, diverging into a different timeline. Complete AUs where, for example, aliens don't exist do not qualify as Canon Divergence. AUs where Suzie didn't die in ep 1 or where Adam wasn't discovered until later do count as canon divergence.

For more information on the old school Torchwood Reel Fest back on livejournal: click here. We would change a few small details but this should give you a general idea of what this fest would be like.

The Big Finish Fest would differ from our last one in that we would admit all types of fanworks, not just art, and fanworks submitted can be based on existing audios (AUs, sequels, prequels, illustrations, etc.) as well as original ideas for audios (edits or drawings for BF covers of an audio you came up with, fic in the format of a BF audio, etc.)

If you weren't around for our previous Music Fest and Remix Fest, you can get a better idea of how they work by clicking on their names to go to our announcement posts for them.

If you have any questions about any of the options, send us an ask or write them in the notes of this post!

#torchwood fan fests #torchwood

[witchofthemidlands]

me: writes a doctor who fanfic beginning at the aftermath of the arguably most frightening episode, midnight.

also me: ✨scares myself✨

#i am so glad we do not know what the entity looks like #i imagine it looks something like the ghost at my uni accommodation #tenth doctor #midnight #doctor who #whoniverse #fic help #kat’s thoughts 🍄

[forabeatofadrum]

Are there Friday memes like “It’s Wednesday my dudes” and “Out of Touch Thursday”? But anyway, it is another Friday and I did some fic reading. Yeehaw!

If you follow my personal blog, you see that I have finally watched Ted Lasso. I had been thinking about it for a while and then I saw that they did an episode at Het Homomonument in Amsterdam and also @quizasvivamos has started publishing Game of Two Halves, a Klaine-i-fied take on Ted Lasso. It’s a WIP and I can’t wait for more. No rush, Beth, but *rubs hand* I’ll be waiting.

@wetheformidables also published the last chapter of half the time, a Snowbaz Meet-Again-Cute. It was so good and I loved how Max wrote Simon and Baz’s POVs. And yes, Simon, it could’ve been worse. You could’ve seen him on the bus.

@caramelcoffeeaddict has also been teasing Seven Minutes To Heaven in their SSS/WW posts and it is finished and I read it! I am a sucker for Klaine being oblivious.

I am still reading the AU Please! fics. So many challenges to catch up on. I don’t think I ever read all the Klaine Advent and Carry On Countdown ones I wanted to read. So many fic, so little time. But I did read nobody knows the trouble i’ve seen (glory, hallelujah) by queenofthestarrrs which was not what I expected but it is a beautiful tragedy. Jack dies and Bitty can see his ghost. Johnson especially pointed out the tragedy by spelling out the What If that underlines this all.

I also read hold me like you’ll never let me go by @hullomoon​. It was so sweet and of course both Jack and Holster would wear an orange puffer coat.

Lastly, I finally read Farewell, Aquarius by @tea-brigade​, which is a Snowbaz Apollo 13 AU. I.... needed to lie down. Well, actually, I cried about it in the shower instead. I am woefully ignorant of the space race stuff. I, uh, genuinely didn’t know this Apollo 13 thing was a real thing. Yes, oops? Maybe this was a good thing, cause this story was entirely new for me and I was hooked.

In non-fic news, I have started A Marvellous Light by Freya Maske. I am only 80 pages in and it is, in my opinion, a slow start, but I do like it so far.

As usual, here are the tags on my personal blog, for if you want to browse:

Klaine fics (klfics)

Brittana fics (bsfics)

general Glee fics (glee fic)

Whoniverse fics (dw fic)

Check, Please! fics (omgcp fics)

Simon Snow series fics (co fics)

general fic tag (fics)

original writing tag (writing)

#fic rec friday #tagged in

[the-boy-who-waited]

writing masterpost (will be updated)

ao3

The Pond Investigations series on ao3

Cyborgs In Manhattan on tumblr

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