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Sweetest Taste

Masterlist

15th Doctor x Reader (One Shot)

Part of the Doctor and Sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone

SMUT ( fem oral reciving & P in V)

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Tags: Fluff, Smut, body worship, consent, unprotected sex, established relationship

June offered the perfect time to visit London's Kensington Park for a stroll. Living in the bustling, vibrant city, you came to love it over the years. The park gates acted like a separator between the cold, busy and unpersonal streets and the lush green gardens that offered a sense of connectedness for the visitors, allowing them to escape from the pressure of the city and simply decompress and be.

You pulled at your clothes, making sure that you looked your best. It wasn't your first meeting; it was far from it. Yet, this day marked your first proper meeting with him in this new body, and it made you both excited and nervous, just like the previous times you two saw each other again with new eyes. Literally.

You felt a grin spread over your lips as you passed the black gates that separated the greenery from the greyish street. Passing the café, you stood momentarily, eyes wandering over the small, chapel-like building, the calm scene, and artistically set up plans in the middle of the grass. To your left, the view opened into the display of dark-orange cranesbills, lavender and other flowers. The ensemble reminded you of the sunset, rich in colour and contrast. Behind it, a line of angular ponds, lined with waterplants and accompanied by beautifully crafted benches, created the scene of the Italian Gardens.

This was the place you had decided to meet. You stayed on the reddish pavement, following one of the main routes through the park. The white oldtimer turned ice cream vendor stood in its usual place, attracting a small crowd of eager customers. They had formed a line, waiting patiently for their turn to receive their sweet treat.

"Should have clarified the time we meet", you mainly mumbled to yourself. You had told him when and where to meet you but in a more broad sense. Yet daytime also played a key role. You looked around for a moment. Perhaps a walk would be good to pass the time. You could follow the Long Water, take a look at one of the many statues and then come back a little later to see if he arrived at your set location. Or you could start searching for the big, blue police telephone box. It shouldn't be hard to find unless he fixed the chameleon circuit. Perhaps this new Doctor got tired of the Tardis' look, but you doubt it.

"Figured you'd be here around noon. Love to spend your-"He continued, but you interrupted him, finishing the sentence alongside him.

"Well, good on me to have thought of that" he spoke, the playful tone of his new voice made your grin before you consciously processed it. It was as if your body was drawn to him, able to recognise it anywhere, regardless of sound, tone or pitch. Always recognising, always drawn to it.

You turned around with a soft gasp, and there he stood. A big, inviting smile stretched over his face, adorned by a thin, trimmed moustache. His eyes held a twinkle that you couldn't quite explain. Youthful joy and pure ecstasy were the best words you could find. There were two ice cones, one in each hand. 99 Flake, you noticed. Vanilla soft ice with a chocolate flake, Simple yet classy.

"-lunch break in the park." You chuckled, approaching him and taking the cool dessert with a soft "Thank you".

"Bring some ice cream, you said. And here we are!" he cheered with a joyous laugh. You nodded, letting your eyes wander over his new look. He had changed; he put on some actual clothes. You didn't mind his 50/50 Bi-generation look, but it was… impractical for travelling.

He noticed your wandering eyes and decided to play into it. The Doctor stepped back, giving you a little swirl that made his orange leather coat swish. He had dressed up nicely. The outfit was new, certainly different from what he used to wear, yet it suited him so very well.

It reflected him, the healed and refreshed mindset expressed in daybreak's bright and daring colours. He wore light, striped sneakers, contrasting with the dark blue trousers. 'He really put some thought into this,' you thought, noticing the repetition of colours on his top. The zipper of his striped jumper was opened halfway, revealing the view of the necklace set he wore. An orange gem on one chain and an odd-looking golden shape on the other. They rested over a soft patch of dark chest hair that you took immediate interest in.

"You like it?" He asked with a flirty wink, stepping closer again and taking your free hand.

"Yeah, very stylish. It's new. Different, but I think it looks great. Especially the jewellery." You admired, feeling the cool metal of his ringers against your hand as you squeezed it to emphasise your comment.

"Thanks, darling." He chuckled softly, eyes moving from your face to the hand which held your now semi-melted ice cream that threatened to spill over your fingers.

"You want to lick that away before you get your hands dirty." He nodded towards it.

You quickly breathe a soft 'oh', turning the cone in your hand to clean it up. The sweet and creamy liquid made you hum in delight. You noticed that the Doctor was about to be in the same predicament as you. The molten cream snailing over the wafer.

"Same with yours. Don't want to make a mess." You joked, looking him in the eye. But he stayed serious, keeping eye contact for longer than you would find appropriate for the situation.

Then, there was a shift in the air around you. The soft reunion of lovers turning into something else…

His eyes focused on you as he licked away a streak of melted ice cream that dared to run down the cone. Those dark eyes watching you intently, clearly aware of the sexual allusion the action carried.

He grinned cheekily at your loss of words, clearly aware of what he was doing to you. But he wanted to take his sweet time with you. He enjoyed teasing you before, always did, but now it had a different tone to it. He felt a rush, watching you struggle; your attraction to him was undeniable.

Oh goodness, that stare was stirring something in you.

You released a breath, eyes following his pink tongue slide along the brown wafer with perfect pressure. He took his sweet time, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

"Uh…" You started, gasped really, at a loss of words. Regeneration was a gamble, and you won.

"My plan?" You asked, shifting in your seat to get a better look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want to sit down?" He asked softly, sweetly, with an innocent look. He waited for your approving nod, then placed his arm around your waist to lead you to one of the benches that lined the fountains.

You tried to calm down and get your pulse back to normal. You had seen him just yesterday. The other version of him, still him though. But this new factette of him thrilled you, willing to play along in his little game. It only would make winning the price sweeter and much more satisfying.

The two of you sat down on a bench. The wood under you had been warmed in the sun, making for a cosy spot. The Doctor moved in closely, placing one arm over the backrest. His hand rested on your shoulder and arm, stroking over it in a slow, calming motion.

"You chose a lovely spot", He commented, watching the place and people around him. He slid a little closer, making your thighs touch. He looked into the distance, where the Long Water widened into a river.

"So what's your plan?" He turned back to you, taking a lazy lick of his treat. He was almost finished.

"I was wondering how you want to proceed now. Do you want to keep your routine? Work, here on Earth? Travel?" He squeezed your shoulder, waiting patiently for your response. His head was turned back, the light shifting in his short, dark hair. The colour bordering between black and a lush midnight blue.

"I liked the routine. Me staying here, taking care of Earth while you are off. You taking me on dates when you find the time." You shrugged.

"Oh yeah? I'm glad to hear it." He pulled you in for another kiss. It was less passionate but undoubtedly made you feel his love. The Doctor petted your face quietly, watching you with warm admiration.

He sighed, something shifting behind his eyes. "I should have made more time for you." He whispered with some sense of grief behind it. "You deserve so much more than what I offered you." He moved even closer, and the arm around you pulled you into him. His hand moved towards your face.

He held your face gently, fingers curled and ringed knuckles resisting against your pulse as his thumb glided over your cheek.

"That will change now. You will be my priority." His eyes moved between your eyes and your lips, silently asking for permission to kiss you. You granted it, leaning forward to meet him in a soft, shy kiss. It was new, different to the feeling and rhythm you were used to. But you adapted, just like so many times prior. You found a new rhythm with him, lips moving in a sweet dance.

The two of you only let go to catch a breath of air, grinning shyly at each other like smitten teenagers. "You liked that?" He whispered with a breathy chuckle. Your actions, visible acceptance of this new version of him, took away the feeling of nervousness.

"Yeah, very much." You replied with a smile, just as relieved as him. Change was a constant in your lives. Things and people; everything was constantly changing. Yet you remained.

"I'll admit: I'm a fan of this." You vaguely motioned towards him, his face and body. "It suits you." Your own smile widened as he seemed to light up. The complement boosted his already strong confidence and charm. He radiated a warmth that you just wanted to bask in.

You didn't mind the silence. It felt easy and natural. But you were giddy, high on his smile and the joy you felt. So your brain went into overdrive, leading to making a silly confession.

"You know what I couldn't stop thinking about?" You asked, unable to hold back a childish giggle, already overly excited to reveal it.

"What?" He asked, watching you intently.

"Those thighs." You giggled, placing a hand on his left leg for emphasis. The woolly material of his trousers was rather rough against your fingers. But you felt his warmth seeping through the pant leg.

"Is that so?" He grinned. First, it was innocent, playing to your joke. But then it turned hungry before shifting into a stern expression.

And there it was again, that tension around you.

"You know what I kept thinking about?" He asked, his thumb tracing your lip.

You only managed to let out a breath of air. Yet he took it as a response to reveal it to you.

"I kept thinking about how sweet you will taste on this new tongue."

Oh, you were done for.

Your eyes met his. A spark was ignited the moment you saw the lust and longing reflected in his intense stare.

"Take me. Now."

What ensued was a mad rush for the Tardis. He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you off to the location of the well-known police call box. He had parked it just outside the other park gates. There, resting in the shade of tall plane trees, right next to old and out-of-use red telephone boxes. You would have laughed at it and appreciated the joke if it hadn't been for the delicious ache between your legs and the heat that flushed your body.

The Doctor practically ripped open the Tardis door, letting you in before him. He stepped in quickly and slammed the door shut the moment you were both inside. And not even a second later, you found yourself pressed against said door. Pillowy lips caressed yours as soft hums escaped between them, and strong hands grasped at your sides. All you could see and feel was him.

You threw your arms around his neck, gently scratching his neck and toying with the collar of his leather coat. That evoked a hiss from him; his tone made pain and pleasure mix.

"Need more of you." He hissed, placing his hands under your ass and pulling you up. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles behind him to create stability. Thank the universe for Timelords' strength. He didn't carry you very far, though, slowly setting you down on the edge of the Tardis console. The surface was slightly sloped, but the new design allowed for free space between the control elements. You believe it might even have been made like this on purpose. Naughty machine.

This new position allowed you to be on eye level with the Doctor, if not, being a little taller than him. He noticed it, too, breaking away from you and grinning at you with marvel. You placed your hands on his jaw, feeling the skin there, the shaved hair over his sharp cheekbones. You pulled him in for another kiss, this time leading him in it. You held him there momentarily before your hands smoothed over his neck, along his ears and back down to the coat collar. A tuck signified him to shrug it off, and he obliged. The garment fell to the floor with a soft swoosh, leaving him in his jumper and pants.

You broke the kiss slowly, pressing your forehead to his as your hands wandered over his shoulders and back, feeling the strong yet lean muscle underneath the woolly material. He did the same, tugging at your jacket and shirt in the hope of finally being able to touch your skin. You let the coat slip from your arms, lifting them immediately to let him pull off your shirt. It left you in only your bra, sitting on the white metal console.

"You look like a goddess", He sighed, going for your neck and the soft spot behind your ear. The kisses there turned into playful nibbles as he carefully held the skin between his teeth to suck at it. It made you gasp, a shower running down your spine. You pulled the Doctor into an even closer embrace, hands holding him firmly.

He hummed against your skin, hands massaging the skin of your waste. His lips moved lower, over your clevis, down to the spot on your breast bone just above where your breasts connected to the skin. He licked down a stripe, only halting when he was stopped by your bra. It made him look up.

"Will you allow me to find out?" He looked you deep in the eye, waiting for your consent. His fingers were tracing along the hem of your jeans, eager to have you be rid of them. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders.

"I need you to use your words, darling." He kissed your jaw for emphasis; his right hand had moved up to the small of your back, tracing the spot where your spine connected.

"Yes, please." You managed to answer, already pushing yourself up on his shoulders to make it easier to free yourself of your pants. He grinned, making quick work of the zipper and button. He freed the jeans and underwear from under you with a swift pull. His hands explored the now-exposed skin of your thighs before pulling off your shoes to take off your pants for good.

He sighed at the view in front of him. Lips skimming over your thighs as he slowly and gracefully got to his knees. His hands traced over your back and down to your hips, squeezing them. The Doctor looked like he was about to pray, eyes focused up at you in admiration, soft breaths excepting through his slightly opened lips. He pulled you forward by your hips, making you lean forward and stabilise yourself with one hand on his shoulder and one on the console.

"My good girl." He whispered into the soft skin of your thigh, the moustache deliciously ticking you. His hands were on your knees, keeping your legs spread for him.

"Let me have some of that sweet taste." He mumbled before he oh so slowly licked over your core. You gasped, feeling his hot breath on you and heavenly pleasure against your clit. He kept his eyes focused on you, licking in slow motions before taking your pleasure bud in his mouth and gently sucking on it. The sensation was otherworldly, making you throw your head back. Years of experience had made him so good at making you gasp and scream, and the regeneration into a woman had evidently benefited his understanding of female pleasure.

He kept at it, lapping at you like his life depended on it. At some point, one of his hands had moved from your knees to your thigh, massaging it gently in the rhythm of his licks. You weren't going to last long if he kept going like this.

You moaned softly, trying to gather the energy and will to make him move. While this was great, you needed to feel him inside you.

A hand was placed on his head, making him stop to look at you.

"Too much?" He asked; the wet shine of your juices on his moustache made you even hotter.

"No, it's great, but I need you to feel you." You explained weakly, "I need to feel you inside me." You slid slightly lower on the console to get down on shaky legs, hoping they could hold you up.

But he was faster, swiftly getting back on his feet to carry you like he did before. The dark wool was rubbing against your core deliciously with each step as he carried you over the ramp towards the bedroom.

The Doctor placed you on the edge of the bed with just as much care and admiration as he had picked you up with. He was crouched before you, smiling softly in anticipation. You grinned, smoothing your hands over his neck and over the cool metal of his jewellery. The zipper of his jumper was only halfway open, so you took the little metal handle to open it fully, allowing you access to the gentle splatter of chest hair. Your hands moved over his torso, but you had to stop as the material offered no more room before the seams would give away.

"You are overdressed", You stated, making him chuckle. He readily lifted your arms to help get rid of his clothes. Fingers snuck under the waistband of his pants, grabbing onto not only the jumper and the light undershirt as well.

"Much better", you mumbled, placing your hands on his chest to explore it. He was fitter than you expected. Muscles stretched and flexed under your hands, and he brought his arms back down to hold your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down. He moved awkwardly from one foot to the other to shrug off his trainers.

That left him in his socks and pants. Still, too much, you decided and started fumbling with the button of his trousers.

"You got what you wanted. Let me see those legs again." You joked, making him laugh as he freed himself of the last of his clothing. He leaned over you, kissing you softly as he worked on the hooks of your bra. It hadn't been long since the two of you had had sex. But not with this body; it excited you to feel him again.

You slid back on the bed, allowing him to kneel and hover over you. The bra had been taken care of and thrown on the pile of clothing on the floor at the foot of the bed. You were getting ready to lay on the bed, having moved the duvet and additional pillows aside, but the Doctor stopped you.

"Can we try something?" He asked, still leaning over you, hands caressing your neck and the back of your shoulders as you turned towards him.

"Yeah, sure." You answered, interested in what he had in mind.

He kissed you again, gently holding your lower lip between his teeth before letting it go to focus on you.

"I want you on top." He stated simply. Kissing along your neck, fingers tracing your sides. "I want to watch you take what you need." He spoke against your chest in between soft kisses. "Is that alright?"

He asked, and you never knew that asking you for your consent to try something new would be so hot.

"Yes," You hissed. He had taken one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking on it and holding the other breast in his hand. His thumb was moving over the other in soft circles.

"Lovely." He commented, giving your chest one last kiss before leaning away from you to arrange the pillows to make himself comfortable. A few were placed against the headboard, allowing him to lie in a half-sitting position. The Doctor nodded to you, signalling that he was ready.

"C'mon then. Let me feel you." He beckoned you, hissing in pleasure when you moved over to him, lowering yourself over his lap. His cock was half erect, so you pumped it a few times, letting the tip grace over your folds.

"You are so good", He whispered, eyes closed in pleasure. He reached for your body, hands exploring your back. "So good to me." He mumbled, already drunk on you.

You positioned him, slowly lowering yourself into his lap and moaning in pleasure just as he did. You took a few breaths, stabilising yourself on his shoulders. He felt different but filled you oh so deliciously.

"I'm gonna move now." You announced, making him nod. His hands had found their place on your hips, pulling your torso a little forward. He looked up as you filled his vision. You looked ethereal; the dimmed light of the Tardis was behind you, creating a halo around you.

"My goddess, my sweet sweet girl." He groaned, pushing his hips into yours to reach deeper.

He held you, slowly pulling your chest into him. You were both catching your breaths, lying in a loving embrace.

You were both getting close.

He held you as you rode him, feeling blissful to see the expression of pleasure on your face. You felt your core tighten. His gentle fingers and thrusts move you closer to the edge.

"Go on," He said, moving onto his elbows to kiss along your neck. "Take what you need. I want to see you come."

His encouragement drove you closer; you fasten your paste while he uses his hands on your hips to push himself more deeply with each thrust. You were becoming hazy, so close to that sweet release. He noticed it, too, finding the soft spot behind your ear and sucking on it gently.

That threw you over the edge, coming with a gasp. You could feel your cervix pulsating, squeezing him inside you.

"That's it." He chuckled softly, but it quickly turned into a moan as he, too, came. The sight of your orgasm, the fact that his words and actions had helped you reach that sweet spot. It gave him the last push to tip over the edge and cum.

"I love you so much", He mumbled against your ear, fingers skimming over your back and holding you close.

You hummed, "I Love you, too. Till the end of time," You turned your head away from its position against his neck to kiss him softly.

You stayed that way for a moment longer, petting each other gently and sharing kisses. With a soft groan, you let his cook slip out. You managed to shift onto the side, leaning next to him. You were spent, happy to feel the soft comfort of the bed underneath you.

The Doctor sat up to reach for the duvet at the foot of the bed, placing it over the two of you. He had lifted his arm to let you move on his chest, just like you always did.

No words were spoken as you moved to place your head on his chest, your free hand gently laying next to it. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, arm wrapped around you and fingers smoothing over your arm in a slow back and forth.

He sighed, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of you next to him. He wouldn't mind staying like this for the rest of his life and the ones following it.

You shifted a little to look at him, your eyes meeting, smiling softly at each other.

"What do you want to do now?" You asked softly, drawing patterns into his skin.

He hummed, thinking for a moment.

"The club? You go partying?" You asked, chucking at the absurd idea. He had never been to a club, not that you knew about. But with each regeneration came new quirks.

"I wouldn't mind a nap." He joked, smile widening as he saw you laugh. He squeezed your shoulder softly before leaning back.

"How about a nap. And then we go to the club?" He offered.

"Yeah, I feel like we should go to a club. Maybe something exciting will happen." He winked, leaning forward to kiss you again before settling into the pillows and closing his eyes.

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Past's Lilac Haze

Chapter 2

Masterlist

You only wanted to help you niece with her theatre project. And it got you and your Timelord husband involved in an alien attack on one of London's most famous theatres.

So much for his retirement plans.

14th Doctor x Timelord!Wife! Reader

You travelled there quickly; Rose watched in fascination. She focused on each step, watching you turn leavers, press buttons, and dial symbols on the triangular screens, but in the end, she couldn't remember all the steps.

"You can turn that on in a clockwise direction. Count to three while you are turning it." You said in concentration, pointing towards the position of the tool on the Tardis console.

Your niece gasped," Really? Oh, my god!" She looked at the Doctor for a second approval, but he just nodded at her with a soft smile as he leaned against the railings.

Rose grinned, completing the task you assigned her to do. She looked at you for feedback, and you nodded at her; she did well.

"Almost there…" You said in concentration, keeping your eyes on the screen displaying your flight status. "Come here, look at this." You called her over, taking her by the shoulder to place her between you and the screen.

"Here, keep your eyes on this." You pointed at a circular symbol. You would teach her to read Gallifreyan at one point, but she was way too clever, already figuring out how to fly the ship. It would be negligent to also teach her the systems language. You loved her; you both did. But you also knew she had it in her to straight up steal the Tardis for a solo trip if she knew how.

"Keep your eyes on it." You leaned over her, flipping another switch. "And here we go!" You laughed excitedly, feeling the machine shift around you as it set into the time vortex. It felt so good to finally be flying again. Just for the fun of it and not out of duty because you were ordered to do so.

"Woah! Are we moving in time?" Rose gasped, watching with childish wonder as the symbols started spinning and changing at a fast pace. "Doctor, look!" She called him to look at the wonderous machine before her.

"Oh, I know." He laughed, crossing his arms and looking at the two of you with pride. Was this what his life was going to be like? If so, he truly loved the idea of retirement and simple things. Watching the people he loved come together and travel for fun. No more saving worlds, fighting enemies, no more running. Just this.

It sounded like heaven.

"And, volà!" You said singly, pressing a few buttons that stopped the time machine. It gave a soft whine and jutted slightly as it settled onto the softened ground just off the bank of the River Thames.

"Are we there?" Rose asked, a little confused. "It didn't make the landing sound." She looked at the Doctor, expressing her confusion. "You know: that uhue, uhue,…"

You hummed a little smugly, "Yeah, It's not supposed to do that." You turned away from the console to grab your coat. Where did you leave it again? Ugh, in the hallway, right. You loved the new, clean interior, but it could have been more practical. The coat hanger in number 12's ship had been a game changer, and you didn't know that you could miss something so simple so dearly.

"That sound is the handbrake." You called a little louder as you returned from the dresser in the hallway.

Rose looked accusingly at the Doctor, "You've been flying with the handbrake on? "But he sighed, shaking his head as he moved towards the exit.

"Maybe. But it makes it easier to navigate the fifth dimension." He pushed the Tardis doors open, allowing his niece to take a look at London in the early modern period. It was all timbered houses, a little weird-looking with uneven stories and thatched roofs.

"Whoa!" Rose laughed, in awe at the scene. "This is even better than New York!" She was about to step out and take the scene of the city in, but the Doctor quickly stopped her, holding her back with his arm over her front. "Careful! It's wet. Don't ruin your-"He vaguely motioned towards her light sneakers. What were they called again? She had told him multiple times, in fact. She wanted them for Christmas and almost suffocated him in a tight squeeze after unwrapping them under the Christmas tree. Expensive little things, but he wasn't one to judge. Human trend cycles were so much fun to watch, really.

"It's the 16th century, dear. Everything is wet here." You said unamused, from behind them, pushing them slightly to free up the exit.

Rose took a careful step outside, cringing slightly at the smell. Still, she quickly forgot about it when she saw the big wooden building behind her, just a few meters away. "It's the GGlobe! Oh my god!" She was surprisingly ecstatic about anything regarding Shakespeare.

"Yup, and in it's original spot. It got destroyed and rebuilt somewhere over there." You pointed towards a rather shabby looking barn and tavern.

"Hold on." Rose paused for a moment, lost in thought. "You said we were going to 1598. But, the Globe wasn't finished till 1699." She concluded.

The Doctor whistled, impressed at her deduction skills. "You really are Donna's daughter." He chucked, pulling her into a side hug. He blindly reached for your hand as he led the group towards the theatre, where a group had gathered to be let in. He squeezed your hand once he felt it in his, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You loved his gentle nature, preferring the soft symbols of love instead of the grand acts of romance. "You're right. But I thought,' You know what? If we are going to a Shakespearean production of the play, we might as well go see it in the Globe."

"Oh, this is much better than seeing it at some random theatre."Rose cheered. The three of you arrived at the gates, and you paused the group momentarily. "Hold on. Do you want to get sitting or standing tickets?" You looked amongst yourselves for a moment.

"Well, standing is more immersive, but then again-"The Doctor thought out loud. But Rose interrupted him before he got to finish his sentence.

"You are old. We get it." She smiled at him to soften the blow of her brutally honest statement. "Let's get seating." She hooked her arm into his and started moving towards the other entrance and away from the gate that led to the pit. You tried to stifle your laughter, amused at her statement.

Your husband gasped in shock at his niece's audacity. She should call herself lucky; he only let that comment slide because he loved her.

"You little-"He was pretending to be at a loss of words, playing into the role of the upset elderly.

"As you said, Donna's daughter." You shrugged, squeezing his hand once more as you entered the small building set up in front of the theatre that acted as a ticket shop.

You had been able to get rather good seating tickets, allowing the three of you to get comfortable in the lower ranks of the circular theatre. Or as comfortable as possible, considering the seating area consisted of wooden planks nailed onto other wooden elements. It wasn't called 'the wooden o' for nothing.

But Rose didn't mind. She was seated comfortably between her two timelord companions and studied the people moving through the theatre with great admiration. Travelling through space had been mesmerizing to her. And she admired you, maybe even envied you, for being able to travel all around the world so easily and in no time.

Unbeknownst to her, there had been a discussion between you, the Doctor and Donna about Rose's permission to travel. Her mother knew that forbidding her to do so wholly would make no sense. She would do it any way but in a much more dangerous way; worst case, all on her own and with no one to call to for help.

So you agreed to take it easy. Time and space travel in a light and minor friendly style. In practice, that meant exploring only one dimension at a time. Space travel? OK, keep it to Earth and the solar system for now and stay in real-time. Time travelling? Alright, but you stay on earth and don't interfere with crucial moments in time or interact with historical figures.

It was a good agreement and assured both parties that nothing too wild would happen on the small family trips. Another positive was that it got the Doctor thinking about the absurd and frankly life-threatening places he had visited regularly in the past. Reflection was key. So now a whiteboard hung in your shared study to collect 'Rose safe travel spots'.

"You two are settled? Feeling good?" You asked your niece, touching her arm softly to get her attention. Her eyes had been wandering over the crowd nonstop as she was oh-ing and ah-ing at her fellow theatregoers. Only this time, there happened to be a diverse mix of classes from the 17th century, all gathering to watch the play that she dreaded to perform in her 21st-century theatre class.

The Doctor had leaned closer to her, sometimes pointing towards particularly interesting-looking people or explaining customs that would seem strange to someone born in the mid-2000s. He enjoyed the role of the spectator more than he had imagined. It was easy and allowed him to finally release the tension he usually held in his body when travelling. There had always been the need to stay on high alert to protect his companions or find the source of danger before it was too late. Allowing himself to relax typically meant that others would get hurt or die. But this newly acquired retirement allowed him to lean back and enjoy for once. The other Doctor would take care of it. He knew that he would be hungry for the chase at some point later in time. Still, he was content with taking his wife and niece to the theatre like other families did, only with the perks of owning a space and time machine.

"Yup, all good." The Doctor answered for the two of them. He leaned forward just like you did to catch your eyes. He smiled softly at you.

"Great, I'll just get some snacks before the performance starts. You want some grapes?" You asked Rose, who was finally loosened from her trance. She looked at you with confusion at the seemingly absurd question.

"Grapes? Can't we get real snacks?" She tried to find the vendor moving through the pit, scanning what he was offering from his vendor's tray.

"Well, they may have other fruits and nuts, but nothing snacky like you suggest." You listed a few items; none of them sparked her interest.

"Should have come here for the evening performance then. That's when they roll out the rotisserie chicken and oysters." The Doctor commented, making the young woman cringe.

"I'm still vegan, you know. And oysters, really?" She shook her head to let go of the thought. "Um, just a drink, please. Water- No, wait, you couldn't drink that. It's poisonous, right?... I don't know, just nothing too fancy, please."

You nodded, getting up and moving through the tightly packed crowed towards the moving vendor.

"What can I get such a beautiful lady?" He asked, already prepping a few cups of wine for the thirsty crowd.

"I'll have-"

You stopped.

It was a lovely, slightly chilly but pretty warm day, reading that you had just entered May. Only some lone clouds graced the sky; the sun was shining. So why did you feel that sizzle of electricity? It felt like that rush in the air, the pressure around you just before a thunderstorm. Your eyes wandered through the crowd, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

"What is it that you want?" The vendor asked, somewhat annoyed at your sudden loss of focus. A line had formed behind you.

"Um, sorry. Some ale, please. Two cups." You paid for the overpriced, watered down beer and returned to your seats where your companions waited. You took a deep breath, focusing on the sloshing liquid, trying not to spill any and to calm your nerves.

Everything was fine.

It's a Wednesday at the theatre, all was fine.

But your eyes locked with the Doctors when you returned to your seat. He let Rose ramble on about some man with extraordinarily pointy shoes, only focusing on you. The two of you had perfected the non-verbal communication of eye contact.

'All good?'

'I don't know. Something feels off…'

'You noticed it, too.'

He agreed to your assumption with a micro expression, slightly pursing his lips. You hardly saw it, ensuring that Rose wasn't aware of your exchange.

'Do we leave?'

At that moment, the third stage bell sounded, informing everyone that the show was about to begin. The movement in the pit stopped, and people in the rows sat down as the band started playing.

"Why are you still standing? It's starting." Rose said in a hushed tone, pulling your sleeve to have you sit down. "Is that mine?" She took one of the cups from you, smelling it before taking a small sip.

You shared one more look with the Doctor before sitting down.

'It's fine. Probably just the weather.'

What a lazy lie, but you didn't want to ruin the fun for Rose. She was grinning from ear to ear, watching the performers enter the stage. You couldn't force her to leave now over the unreliable feeling that something might be off.

It could be a minor solar storm or any irrelevant situation that just happened to make your instincts act like a real threat would.

"Ugh, is this beer?" Rose cringed, starring angrily at the cup in her hand.

"It's ale. It's what people drink since water is poisonous, remember?" The Doctor jested, taking the cup from her hand and taking a big sip from it to overexaggerate the joke.

The three of you watched the performance. The actors were rather good, but you were thankful for the Tardis translations aiding Rose. Early Modern English was painful to listen to at times.

You had been able to relax after the first two acts passed with noting out of the ordinary. Rose had been fascinated by the mechanicals. Patting your leg to get your attention when the actor for Peter Quince, her assigned role, entered the stage in the first act.

"Now it's time for the third act. They meet in the forest for the rehearsal." She whispered to you when she noticed your focus shifting away from the stage.

"Pat, pat. And here's a marvels convenient

place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be

our stage, this hawthorn brake our tiring-house,

and we will do it in action as we will do it before the Duke."

Rose quietly followed the lines, mouthing the words as the actor spoke them. The Doctor noticed your mental absence, leaning back to create eye contact behind Rose.

'You are alright?'

'Mhm'

You leaned forward to escape his line of view, but he moved in tandem with you.

'No, don't do that. You tell me not to do that, so don't do that yourself.'

'I'm not doing anything.'

'Your acting.. off'

'Off?'

'Oh please, your focus is somewhere else. You still have that feeling, don't you?'

He raised his eyebrows expectingly at you. But you just shook your head.

'Yes… No,- I'm not sure it's like-'

"What are you two doing?" Rose looked between the two of you. She had noticed the staring contest that you held over her.

"What hempen homespuns have we swagg'ring here

So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?

What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor—

An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause."

Puck entered the stage, watching the mechanics rehearse their play. He was weaving between them, watching each one of them closely as they stayed frozen in their positions.

"Sorry, we were just-"You tried to explain but stopped when that feeling returned. You gasped, feeling a cold shower run down your back. There was unusual movement in the crowd. The people started to get uneasy, and murmuring started to get louder. The crowed started yelling at the actors.

Why?

Because they still stood there, frozen in their movements. Only puck was slowly moving over the stage, walking towards the front of it.

You enjoy this iffy play

Where humans pretend to hold magie

You wander blindly night and day

Ignoring the magic amongst thee

But I shall show you what there is

Behind this sadly tiring ground

When I cast around you blinding mist

And set for terror, you are bound

The yells of dissatisfaction turned into screams of terror as the monologue ended, and small, flying creatures started to attack the crowd. Rose instinctively leaned into you, trying to find safety between the two timelords beside her.

You sighed with a profound exhaustion. Could the universe leave you alone? At least once?

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Allo's Masterlist

Doctor Who

The Doctor and Sun Series

All works are crossposted on Ao3

The Doctor x Timelord!Wife! Reader

14th Doctor x Reader

One Shots

Uncanny Touch

angst

You didn't get the chance to get acquainted with the new version of the doctor. So it's comes as a surprise when he suddenly wants the seduce you on a space ship at the end of the universe.

Series

Time and Time again (finished)

featuring the 15th! Doctor

Fluff, Angst, jealous!Doctor

Jealousy has been a familiar feeling in your life with the Doctor. It might be the most permanent feeling next to love and undying loyalty. A paradox, really.

Part 1

Part 2

Past's Lilac Haze (ongoing)

Fluff, slight Angst, eventual Smut

You only wanted to help you niece with her theatre project. And it got you and your Timelord husband involved in an alien attack on one of London's most famous theatres.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

15th Doctor x Reader

One shots

Sweetest Taste

smut

"You know what I kept thinking about?" He asked, his thumb tracing your lip. You only managed to let out a breath of air. "I kept thinking about how sweet you will taste on this new tongue."

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Past's Lilac Haze

Chapter 1

Masterlist

You only wanted to help you niece with her theatre project. And it got you and your Timelord husband involved in an alien attack on one of London's most famous theatres.

So much for his retirement plans.

14th Doctor x Timelord!Wife! Reader

"Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,

Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.

I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."

You read with your best olden accent and high-pitched tone, imitating a squeaky girl's voice as the play asks you to. No reaction. You looked up from your script, expecting Rose to, in turn, answer with her line.

"Ninny's tomb." You repeated, nodding expectantly towards the crumpled printout in her hands. It was covered in annotations and highlighting, making it somewhat hard to read the actual text.

"You have to correct me now. Because I said Ninny's tomb." You explained, moving onto your knees to lean over and point her to the correct line. But she just stared at the text, trying to figure out what to do.

"Uh, but why do I need to correct you?" She suddenly started flipping through the pages, trying to find some context that seemed to be missing. She sighed, shaking her head in frustration.

"You need to correct me. Flute says it wrong. It needs to be Ninus tomb." You explained, showing her your own less annotated but aged copy.

"But you just said that! Ninus tomb-"She felt irritated. It was a mistake to even enter the theatre club. She wasn't made for the stage, as learning text was way too hard. And she knew her acting wasn't much better; her mum noticed it too, cringing during the open rehearsals but always pretending to love it.

"No, that's the joke. Flute says Ninny's tomb so that Quince can correct him- "You stopped, setting down your text." We'll take a break. I can see that you are losing concentration."

You got up, placing your booklet on the wooden coffee table that sat in front of the red satin two-seater. Rose had asked you to help her with her theatre role, much to the dismay of the Doctor (who bragged that he once was a Shakespearean actor, but Rose didn't care too much). So you offered her the chance to choose your study environment from any place she could think of. But instead of using the room emulator, she decided the Tardis library, which now came in a gorgeous dark wood and deep red satin theme, was the perfect environment. And you had to agree; It was a great choice.

"I'm going to get us some drinks, and then we can continue. You want tea or hot chocolate?" you asked, gently rubbing her shoulder. You loved your new role as her magic alien auntie, or so she coined the term.

"Go back to your texts? I thought you two were done." The Doctor called as he entered the room. He had taken the day to set some things with Unit. They called in multiple crisis meetings to ensure that another incident like the Toymaker would not be possible. He hated the politics of it. So boring. But he saw the action plan as a positive initiative to prevent further harm to Earth or its citizens, so it was worth the effort.

He confidently walked over to you, catching you by the waist to pull you into a hug. He hugged a lot. It was as if his body felt the need to compensate for the hug-free dry stretch during number 12. Not that you minded; his clinginess was somewhat cute.

"There is no need to get back to the text. I'll just text my theatre teacher and tell her I quit." Rose sighed, dropping her script next to your booklet on the table and sinking into her seat.

"No, you can't!" The Doctor whined, but he quickly whispered into your ear. "She that bad?" He cringed, hoping that Donna had been exaggerating.

You rolled your eyes, thinking of a good answer. "Not bad, just… slow of study." You laughed softly at your own joke. But you quickly regretted it when you saw that twinkle in the Doctor's eyes. He had caught on. Oh no.

"Slow of study, you say?" He spoke with a booming theatre voice.

"Oh no, please." You shook your head at him, hoping to make him stop. But it wasn't any good as, with starting his fourteenth life cycle, he had reached his Dad-joke era.

"Please don't" You pleaded softly.

"Have you the lion's part written?" He continued, moving away from you to kneel down at the side of the sofa. He was going all in, hiding behind the sofa's armrest only to slowly come up behind it. He looked at Rose with a playful expression, which shifted into a mix of shyness and embarrassment. The young woman tried to look away, to keep the frown on her face. But she couldn't fight the smile that spread over her face caused by the Doctor's shenanigans.

"Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study" he asked in a pinched voice. He stayed low, looking between Rose and the texts on the table.

A moment of silence as the Doctor stayed true to his role, and Rose's attitude began to crumble. You watched with a smile on your face. You believed him about having been a Shakespearean actor. He had talent.

"You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring," Rose answered in a small voice. She crossed her arms, trying to appear uninterested as the Doctor began to cheer.

"Ha! See, you do know the text!" He laughed, quickly getting up and moving around the sofa to stand behind it. He laughed, shaking Rose by her scrunched-up shoulders. She tried very hard to keep quiet but stood no chance against the Doctor's infectious laughter.

"You will give the best Peter Quince performance there ever was. I just know it!" He turned, looking at your reaction. But you simply stood in the doorway, grinning softly at him.

You loved to see him at ease in his new life; just see him be happy.

He loved to make you happy; be the cause of that radiant smile.

"Okay, then. You help her study since you seem to know the text by heart." You crossed your arms in a challenging manner.

"I'll go get some drinks." You turned into the hallway to get to the kitchen, but Rose stopped you, calling your name.

"It would be really helpful to go and see a performance, no? For uhh... Artistic inspiration." She suggested but continued before you had the chance to comment. "And I don't mean the recordings. They are nice, sure, but-"

"It's not the same as live theatre." The Doctor continued, nodding in agreement. He had settled down on the other seat next to his niece, casually leaning back, arms crossed over his chest and nodding slowly.

"Exactly!" Rose swiftly turned around in her seat, looking at you with expectation. She knew that she didn't need to persuade the Doctor. He was ready and excited for any type of trip despite his retirement. You were the one she needed to convince.

"No." You stated simply. "We can go to the theatre like regular people. You know, take the bus, pay for tickets and so on. But we are not travelling." You shook your head. The term holds a much more significant meaning to the three of you than to the ordinary person. But Rose was all too aware that she had the two of you wrapped around her finger.

"Oh, c'mon! We don't have to travel far. It was on at the Globe this summer. What's a few months, eh?" The Doctor argued, his legs now kicked up onto the table.

You huffed a laugh. "Just a few months? Funny coming from the man that is still having difficulties with precision landing."

"Oh, no, not this again." He sighed, "I land where I need to go; the Tardis works in mysterious ways. It knows when I need to be off by a few days… or years…"

Right. You felt no need to comment on what could only be a joke.

"Besides, I spent the last years always on the go. Been able to practice a lot, you know? I mean, compared to you-"

"We don't talk about that now." You warned him gently yet firmly.

He turned around to face you, genuinely sorry about bringing the topic up.

"Talk about what?" Rose picked up on the tense situation. This was precisely what you tried to avoid.

"I'll explain it to you eventually, but not now. It's a bit touchy." You told her, hopefully stopping her from asking any further. And she understood, nodding with empathy and then turning back to her text, thinking that any talk about travelling was over.

For a moment, the library got very quiet. Only the soft cracking of wood and the rustlings of paper could be heard.

You were going to be strict, just once. Only this one time.

…

To hell with it.

You sighed deeply: "I love the Globe, I really do. But this year's version wasn't any good."

Your comment made Rose set down her notes and turn in your direction slowly. She was about to activate her puppy-dog look, but you already gave in.

"1598-"You couldn't finish your sentence in time as she had already gotten up to wrap you up in a big hug.

"But! My rules." You hugged her with a soft smile. The Doctor watched you two with amusement.

"We go there, we watch the play, and we leave. No prancing around and no adventuring."

Rose let go of you, nodding very quickly and waiting for further instructions. You huffed a laugh at her giddy expression, nodding towards the hallway to notion her to get to the console room.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She called, running towards the console room.

The Doctor also got up, watching after and chucking softly at her. "She is making you go soft." He noted, pushing up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Soon she will be unstoppable, spoilt rotten and hijacking the Tardis", He joked, moving in slow, languid steps towards you. You were still leaning against the wall by the door.

"Nah, not on my watch." You pushed yourself off the wall to exit the room. But the Doctor quickly caught your wrist, holding it gently. He looked at you apologetically.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up. That wasn't appropriate nor funny." He looked at you sadly, trying to let you feel his honesty. You nodded, turning your hand in his hold to his hand.

"It's okay. She'll have to know eventually. Keeping a tragic backstory hidden from that one? You wish." You joked, squeezing the Doctor's hand and leading him outside. He quickly moved to kiss your temple. It made you pause, taking him in momentarily and appreciating how your story had turned out.

"But- "You spoke into the moment of silence.

He huffed a laugh: "But?... You fly?"

You grinned, keeping yourself steady on his shoulders as you reached up to peck a kiss on his lips.

"You know it, Darling."

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