#and yaz would Not go and plant a kiss on her after getting a no
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my ‘might get me hunted down by an angry mob’ dw opinion is that it would have been ooc for either 13 or Yaz to lean in to kiss tbh
#dw shit#now i shall wait to be hunted#(i legit mean it#13 didn't want to go there#she's not physical either in an interactionary sense#she's very physical and eats the scenery but she doesn't reach for people in that way almost ever#so i don't think it would have even occurred to her#and yaz would Not go and plant a kiss on her after getting a no#especially since it's probably bad form to go and make out with the dying woman who has#again#said she doesn't want a romance#also the ice cream flavours would probably have clashed#which is fine for 13 who eats dirt#probably worse for yaz)#(i say this like my other opinions aren't likely to get me hunted by an angry mob lol)
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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous: Return to Isla Nublar fanfic (Part 1)
Characters: Darius Bowman, Kenji Kon-Bowman, Casey Johnson (OC), April Turner-Johnson (OC), Ben Pincus, Brooklynn, Yasmina “Yaz” Fadoula-Gutierrez, Sammy Gutierrez, The Ultra Rex, Tiff, Tommy Oliver (OC), Lana Williams (OC), Edie (OC), Audrey (OC), Caroline Johnson (OC), Mae Turner
Context: So, I made a post recently about a JWCC sequel idea and I apparently decided to make a fanfic series to incorporate the full story. Hope you enjoy part 1!!!
Warning: Blood, Mentions and future scenes of Child abuse, Gore, Violence, Intense & Frightening scenes, Language
I DO NOT OWN JURASSIC WORLD!!!
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San Antonio, Texas - Gutierrez Family Barn - March 12th, 2023
Casey adjusted his tie and sighed. He, Darius, Kenji, and Ben were sitting in the chairs that were set in rows in the barn. It was Yaz and Sammy’s wedding.
“Man…I totally bet Sammy’s scared shitless..” Kenji whispered.
Casey chuckled quietly and turned on his walkie. “Brooklynn? What’s taking so long??”
“We’re fine!” Brooklynn’s voice replied. “We’re just dealing with some bridal stress relief right now.”
He could hear Sammy hyperventilating and her sisters trying to calm her down. “Quick, calm her down and get ready. Yaz is sweating profusely from where I can see!”
“Okay, okay, calm down.”
The walkie shut off and Casey sighed. Darius smiled and said, “Can you believe it? Yaz and Sammy are getting married.”
“Yeah, we kinda knew this would happen.” Ben replied. “I just wish Bumpy were here.”
“You can tell her about it when you visit Isla Mantah again.”
“Thanks, D.”
Suddenly, the piano music came and the audience stood up.
“Finally!” Casey whispered.
Brooklynn, April, and Sammy’s sisters made it to the altar and Mr. Gutierrez walking Sammy down the isle. Yaz was so happy and giggled.
After what seems like an eternity, Bessie (the cow) came with the rings and Yaz and Sammy got their rings on each finger. With that, the pastor said, “Now, with the power invested in me, I now pronounce you both married partners for life. You may kiss the bride.”
The pastor stepped back and Sammy pulled Yaz in for a passionate kiss and hugged her tight. The audience erupted into cheer and laughter and the pastor loudly announced, “I now introduce Samantha and Yasmina Gutierrez!”
Casey clapped and April waved at him. With that, Ms. Fadoula burst into tears and wailed, “My baby’s married now!!”
Yaz smiled at her new wife and said, “Hi, Mrs. Gutierrez.”
Three Months Later - Costa Rica
Casey finally placed the last piece of science down and stretched. “Man, that was the last piece of sodium placed and now…quitting time for the day.”
April sat down and said, “Hey, hon.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek and Casey returned the favor with a peck on her lips. April giggled gleefully and said, “We gotta meet up with the others for that picnic that Yaz and Sammy planned with us after their honeymoon.”
“Yeah, I know, April. Sammy reminded us twelve times.” Casey chuckled.
“Yeah…”
The two proceeded to exit the lab part of the house and Caroline smiled. “Took you two long enough.”
“Mom…” Casey chuckled.
“How about I go get ready and we head on over to the park?” April asked.
“Sure, babe.”
April pecked Casey’s lips and left the room. Caroline smiled and asked, “Casey, what is it?”
Casey chuckled and looked at his mother. “Mom…I’m gonna plan to ask April to marry me!”
Caroline covered her mouth keep her screaming from joy and hugged him. “Casey! I have been wanting this moment to happen ever since you first introduced me to her!”
“You okay?” April’s voice called.
“Nothing!”
Caroline smiled and went to a cabinet in which she took out a small ring box which she opened and showed a silver ring with a beautiful diamond on it. “This was my grandmother’s engagement ring. She hoped that I would eventually use it and then give it to my children…and I now give it to you.”
Casey looked at the beautiful ring and suddenly put it in his pocket as he heard April’s footsteps and she appeared with a basket and her blue skirt well-ironed. “Ready?”
“Yep.” Casey replied.
The two proceeded to leave the house and walked to the Parque Okayama park where the others were sitting on a beach towel over one of the grass fields. Ben waved for the two. “Hey! April and Casey! Over here!”
The couple smiled and sat down. Darius said, “Hey, guys!”
“Hey, Case!” Sammy said.
“Hey, guys!” Casey said. “Sammy, Yaz, how was your honeymoon?”
Yaz laughed gleefully. “We loved it! A honeymoon in Italy was the best day we’ve had since our first kiss! Thanks, Kenji, for paying for all that.”
“I’m just stuck paying the bills.” Kenji chuckled. “It’s the least I can do to make you two ladies happen.”
Sammy chuckled and gazed lovingly at her wife. “And spending that week in Italy with my wife is the best experience I could have.”
“I love you, Sam.” Yaz smiled.
“I love you too, Yaz.”
The two kissed and Brooklynn said, “This was way better than when you spam your flirty stuff on the Discord DMs.”
Yaz playfully chucked a leaf at Brooklynn and the two girls giggled. Sammy wrapped her arms around her wife and said, “Guys! We gotta get eating!”
Kenji pulled out the pizza box and Casey asked, “Is this Papa Johns?”
“Yup.” Kenji replied. “ Aaaaaaannnddd, I forgot a pizza cutter.”
“Oh, honey.” Brooklynn soothed a hand on his shoulder.
“No need.” Casey showed his hand which formed into his raptor claw and cut the pizza in separate slices.
After a while, it nearly became sunset and then Brooklynn asked Kenji, “Hey, Kenj? Should we tell them?”
“Tell us what?” Casey asked. “I mean, Ben and Darius are dating and we were shocked by that, Yaz and Sammy are married, so what’s gonna shock us now?”
Brooklynn showed her right hand which had a shiny little ring and Kenji said, “We’re engaged!”
Sammy squealed and Ben cheered. Yaz clapped her hands and Casey yelled, “Holy shit! Congratulations!”
“Yeah! Congratulations!” April added.
“Awesome! Congrats, bro!” Darius said.
“Y’know, I’m soon to become a Bowman.” Brooklynn replied. “Just thinking about it…”
She squealed like Suzie Q from Jojo. “It makes me blush!”
“This is crazy…” Sammy said. “This all started eight years ago, back on Isla Nublar. We went from strangers, to friends, and eventually family.”
“Yeah…Yeah, we did.” Casey smiled.
“Now look at us. Now we’re-”
“Immortal.” Ben said.
“In-laws.” Brooklynn said.
“Survivors.” April said.
“Celebrities.” Darius said.
“I was gonna say, “Soulmates” and together.” Sammy replied.
“And to think that Sammy would become my wife.” Yaz added.
“And to think that most of us are about to be married.” Darius said.
“Also, it’s June. This is the seventh anniversary of when we escaped Nublar.” Casey said. “Happy Nublar-escape anniversary!!”
“HAPPY NUBLAR-ESCAPE ANNIVERSARY!!!” Everyone said.
Around an hour and a half, the six of the Nublar Seven returned to the hotel and Casey and April walked back to their home.
April chuckled and got her night clothes on. Casey looked in his pocket and got the box with the ring in it. April sat on the bed and said, “It’s nice that the others are staying in Costa Rica for the rest of the week for that anniversary that you made.”
“Yeah.” Casey walked over to her with the ring box behind his back. “Hey, babe. I have a massive question right now. Since Kenji and Brooklynn are engaged now and, well, April…I love you so much and now that Mae has a girlfriend and a lot of things are going good in our lives right now, I wanna make our lives even better than those experiences on Isla Mantah and with TJ, Angel, Rebel, and Firecracker…So, April Turner, will you…” He opened the box in which April gasped. “…marry me?”
“Casey, YES!” April exclaimed.
Casey and April hugged and he slid the ring onto her finger. The two kissed and Caroline walked in. The scientist smiled and asked her son, “So, what’s the answer?”
“Yes.” April has happy tears down her face.
Caroline screamed of excitement and hugged the two. Casey smiled and before the two went to bed, he got on his phone and got into the group chat.
DrCaseyJohnson: Hey, guys!
TrackOlympicsYaz (Mrs. Gutierrez): What?
Farmgirl2022: Yeah, you woke me and Yaz up. What’s the news???
BrooklynnUnboxesTheWorld: What’s the news, Dr. Johnson?”
DrCaseyJohnson: I proposed to April tonight and she said, “Yes!!!!”
JungleBoy5000: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Dinonerd2001: THAT’S AMAZING!!!! I’m so happy for you two!!!!
BrooklynnUnboxesTheWorld: When’s the wedding????
DrCaseyJohnson: I just proposed! I had not thought of anything else yet. To quote Yaz from 2015, “I did not think this through.”
TrackOlympicsYaz (Mrs. Gutierrez): Please do not quote me the day I broke my ankle, that was not a pleasant moment for any of us.
Casey smiled and looked at the sleeping fiancée besides him. Life could not be any better.
#camp cretaceous oc#jurassic world camp cretaceous#brooklynn jwcc#sammy gutierrez#yasmina fadoula#fanfic#kenji kon#darius bowman#ben pincus#camp fam#kenlynn#benrius#yasammy#Return to Isla Nublar part one#Return to Isla Nublar fanfic#oc x oc ship
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Here's a prompt! The Doctor suddenly goes missing on some strange world and the fam is in a panic, only to find her and River together, perfectly fine.
Thank you for a brilliant prompt! Just some lighthearted fun, hope you like it!! <3
Rating: General
Word Count: 1700
Read on AO3 or below
Into the Jungle
“Doctor?“ Yaz called out. “DOCTOR?! I swear she was here a minute ago…“ She turned to Ryan and Graham who looked just as confused as she was.
“Where could she have gone?“ Graham asked, trying to get his bearings. They found themselves on an alien planet. It was an incredibly hot, rather tropical climate. Ahead of them stretched what looked like a jungle.
“The TARDIS is still there, she can’t have gone anywhere…“ Ryan waved at the TARDIS. They’d arrived only a few minutes ago and were having a look around when the Doctor had vanished. He ducked when an oversized mosquito took a dive at him.
“Maybe it’s the ground. Alien soil. Maybe it eats people.“ Graham suggested jumping out of the way of the mosquito as well. This place didn’t seem friendly.
“In that case, we would have been eaten too…“ Yaz pointed out. “Maybe she wandered off while we had our back turned? Wouldn’t be the first time…“ She carried on, placing her hands on her hips, wondering where she could have gone to.
“But not on a strange, potentially dangerous planet…“ Graham pointed out.
“DOCTOR?!“ Ryan called out again.
“Look over there, what’s that?“ Graham spotted something at the edge of the trees and they carefully made their way forward to investigate.
“That’s a custard cream… she was still snacking on a handful when we arrived…“ Ryan pointed out as she bent down to pick up the left overs.
“She wouldn’t just waste a good biscuit… you know the Doc… something must have taken her… or someone…“ Graham pointed out, looking around uneasily.
“We have to find her.“ Yaz took a deep breath, they were all starting to worry now.
“Are you saying we should just walk into those woods without her?“ Ryan confirmed as he followed her gaze into he jungle up ahead.
“Are you saying we should leave her and head back to the TARDIS and wait?“ Yaz retorted.
“Seems like the safer option…“ Graham pointed out half-heartedly. He didn’t particularly fancy going around exploring an alien jungle without the Doctor but they didn’t seem to have much of a choice.
“She could be in danger. Let’s go.“ Yaz took the lead as they slowly made their way into the jungle.
“Did you hear that?“ Graham grabbed Yaz and Ryan by the arms to stop them moving. There were voices in the distance, very faint and hard to make out over the buzzing of insects and other sounds of nature.
“Almost sounded like someone laughing…“ Ryan pointed out, bewildered.
“Or a weird bird or something…“ Yaz huffed. “What?“ She looked into their questioning faces. “If the Doctor’s been kidnapped, she’ll hardly be laughing about it, will she.“ She indicated for them to keep moving but something else caught her eye. Silver, reflecting the bright light streaming through the canopy of trees.“Is that…“
“Her sonic!“ Ryan realised and Yaz picked it up, starting to feel properly anxious now.
“She’d never part with that without a fight…“ She said and then she spotted something else, a few yards over. “And that’s…“
“Her coat!“ Ryan exclaimed, shocked.
“Guys are we sure this is such a good idea? God knows what’s in these woods…“ Graham looked around anxiously.
“She must be close by…“ Yaz mumbled gesturing for them to be quiet. “Let’s try and be quiet, whatever or whoever has her, will hear, we’ll lose the element of surprise…“
“Was that laughter again?“ Ryan asked and this time it was rather distinct. There was someone up ahead of them and they seemed to be having a great time.
“Probably celebrating their triumph… we must rescue her.“ Graham said sneaking forward.
“Over there…“ Yaz pointed towards what looked like a clearing in the jungle.
“Oh Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, did you really think I would recognise you?“ A voice sounded and they halted, hiding behind trees. So there was definitely someone there with the Doctor and they seemed to know who they were dealing with.
“I uhh…“ The Doctor’s voice sounded nervous but the Fam were relieved to hear it nonetheless. She was alive, though probably in a difficult position.
“Sounds like they’ve been looking for her.“ Ryan whispered to the others.
“Maybe those people from the Division again? I can’t see anything…“ Yaz inched forward, trying to see what was happening in the clearing. The sound of running water - a waterfall perhaps - swallowed some of the sounds but they could make out the Doctor’s voice quite clearly now.
“I didn’t expect to see you again…“ The Doctor said, sounding baffled.
“Oh you know I’ll always find you eventually…“ The other voice, that was quite clearly female, retorted.
“We need to do something…“ Ryan whispered, it sounded as though this person had been chasing the Doctor for some time. They looked around for something they could use as weapons but the best they could come up with were branches for clubs.
“Now, what do we do about this?“ The other woman sounded like she was enjoying this.
“You know, I’m not here on my own…“ The Doctor retorted, sounding more nervous now.
“Damn right she’s not.“ Graham huffed as they inched closer.
“No-one will find us here, Doctor…“ The female voice carried on with great amusement.
The Doctor’s response was muffled and that did it.
“On the count of three…“ Yaz indicated to the others as she grabbed tight hold of the sonic screwdriver. “One, two, three!“ They jumped out from behind their trees and stormed into the clearing, branches and sonic raised in aid of their friend.
“Whoever you are, get your hands off the…“ Graham’s words died on his lips.
“Doctor?“ Yaz didn’t know what to say or where to look while Ryan was very quick to look up at the sky.
“FAM?!“ The Doctor exclaimed in shock as she whirled around. The woman she was with seemed awfully put out at the interruption and why wouldn't she be? They had been kissing a minute ago and she’d just pulled the Doctor’s t-shirt off!
“Fam?“ The woman echoed her words with amusement.
“Told you I wasn’t by myself!“ The Doctor turned back to her, scolding her.
“Fam though?“ She chuckled.
“Doc, would you mind just… putting a shirt back on…“ Graham pipped up and the Doctor looked down herself, realising her state of undress.
“Oh shit, yeah, sorry…“ She quickly picked up her t-shirt that lay in the grass next to her, abandoned.
“Doctor, any chance you can explain this? Some weird aphrodisiac plant or…“ Yaz asked when it was safe to look again. The Doctor had blushed deeply and the other woman seemed quite amused at the whole situation. They were all relieved that Doctor wasn’t in any mortal danger - by the looks of it anyway - but they had questions!
“Is she a siren? Cause like, that would make a whole lot of sense, cause…“ Ryan gestured to the stranger who smirked as she ran her hand through a mane of wild curls.
“Ahh… no, it’s not what you think…“ The Doctor held up her hands defensively.
“I’m pretty sure it is exactly what they’re thinking.“ The other woman jumped in, seemingly enjoying the Doctor’s discomfort.
“But not like, nothing weird is going on, you don’t have to worry.“ The Doctor insisted looking in between all four of them.
“Nothing weird is going on? What would you call this?“ Graham raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“We just… haven’t seen each other in a while…“ The Doctor threw her hands up, not knowing what else to say.
“So this is not some kind of… you know each other?“ Yaz frowned, trying to wrap her head around the situation.
“Intimately.“ The curly-haired woman replied looping her arm around the Doctor’s hip pulling her a little closer.
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean…“ The Doctor didn’t know what to say, trying to get out of the other woman’s arm, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
“Professor River Song.“ River let go of the Doctor and extended her hand to the Fam who one after the other shook it, though reluctantly. “I’m her wife.“ River explained pleasantly as they’d all introduced themselves.
“Right…“ Ryan blinked, looking back at her in confusion. “Sorry what?“
“Come again?“ Graham wasn’t sure he’d heard her right.
“You’re married?“ Yaz looked to the Doctor and frowned. “And you never told us?!“
“She never does.“ River sighed theatrically. “Do I embarrass you, Sweetie?“ She pulled her wife close again pressing an affectionate kiss to the side of her head.
“It’s just, I never know if and when and…“ The Doctor tried to explain how difficult their out of order meetings and complicated timelines really were for her. She could never be sure whether they’d even seen each other again and what they would each be like when they did. It was easier not to hold out hope. But she couldn’t find the right words to explain so Ryan jumped in:
“Did you think we wouldn’t believe you?“ He teased.
“I’m not sure I do, still…“ Graham admitted with a chuckle.
“What on Earth possessed you.“ Yaz grinned, looking to River now, intrigued to find out more.
“Hey!“ The Doctor protested, picking up on their digs.
“It was either that or killing them.“ River answered with a smirk. “And they had such a baby face then, I just couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger…“ She bopped her wife’s nose. “And you’ve got a baby face again now, and such an adorable one, too.“
“So you knew her before she looked like this?“ Ryan asked with a grin. They had always been intrigued to find out more about her past.
“I have pictures of all her faces.“ River grinned and reached into her coat pocket producing little wallet of photographs.
“Oh wow!“ Yaz grabbed the photos and unfolded them, Ryan and Graham stepping closer to look as well.
“You just had to, didn’t you.“ The Doctor huffed, giving River’s shoulder a playful slap.
“Good distraction.“ River smirked. “Come here you.“ The Doctor yelped and laughed when her wife pulled her close again and kissed her deeply.
#Doctor who#fanfiction#prompts#river song#thirteen#thirteenth doctor#femslash#space wives#yowzah#river x thirteen#thirteen/river#fluff#the fam#Yasmin Khan#graham o'brien#ryan sinclair
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Saw ur post about wanting kiss thirteen even through the laser window. Will u pls do a fic on that with reader x 13? Could be a rescue or failed rescue.
Running your hands over the TARDIS console, you imagined what it’d feel like to hold the Doctor’s hands once more. It had been 10 months since you’d last seen her on Gallifrey. 10 months of trying to come to terms with the fact that she could be dead, she could be alive, and that you’d likely never really know again. When Captain Jack Harkness had arrived on your doorstep, the rest of the fam in tow, you didn’t know what to do. Luckily, the others had been more prepared and had eagerly dragged you to the TARDIS.
Now the space-time machine was moving throughout the universe, heading towards where the Doctor was being kept. Yaz and Jack, who seemed to have gone on an adventure all their own, filled you in. Apparently, she’d been arrested for some unknown (but hardcore) charges, placed in a high-security prison. Who owned the prison had yet to be revealed, but they were clearly of some credible importance if they’d managed to hire the Judoon.
When the TARDIS came to a stop, you took a deep breath inward. Yaz met your gaze, smiling. She knew that, out of the four of you, you’d had the hardest time with losing the Doctor next to her. It had given you and Yaz something to bond over, and your friendship was stronger now. She walked towards the doors of the TARDIS, glancing over her shoulder to see if you were going to be joining her. You did, returning the smiles that Ryan and Graham also gave you.
“Wonder if she’s like, hardcore now” Ryan murmured. Everyone turned to him with raised brows. “What? A lot of people get, like, beefed up in prison. You never know!”
You rolled your eyes playfully and pushed to the front of the group. When you threw the doors open, stepping forward, you could feel the Doctor’s presence. It welcomed you, comforted you- before you let out a loud scream.
Luckily, Ryan and Jack both grabbed onto one of your arms before you could be lost to the vacuum of space. The TARDIS had failed to park inside of the prison, most likely due to security. Instead, it was parked outside a quaint little window which was carved out of a rock like structure. You imagined that the rock walls were part of the large prison.
Your yell caught the attention of whoever’s window it was, and you saw a shadow move closer as Ryan and Jack pulled you back up into the TARDIS. Sitting on the edge, you peered curiously through the blue, light-like bars. Your heart soared in your chest as the Doctor's face came into view.
“Yes!” Graham cheered. “Wow, are we happy to see you” Yaz and Ryan echoed his sentiment. To your surprise, though, the Doctor’s face didn’t change.
Her eyebrows were furrowed, making her eyes narrow. As she walked even closer, you could tell that her muscles were tensed.
“Is this really happening? Because I’ve had weirder hallucinations” You frowned at the hoarseness of her voice.
“Of course it’s happening!” Ryan said. You noted that the Doctor still seemed mistrusting.
“Here,” you said. “Ryan, hold on to my arm, yeah?”
Ryan obliged. You planted your feet against the edge of the TARDIS and leaned forward, supported by Ryan’s arm and the push of your shoes. You could just about make it close enough to the window. Taking a chance, you set your hand through two of the blue lights and onto the windowsill.
“Take my hand, Doctor. It’s me. I’m real” She didn’t waste any time, apparently eager to determine if she was hallucinating once again. When her hand made contact with yours, her warmth contrasting the rough, cold rock, you laughed.
“See? Doctor, it’s me! I’m here” The timelord’s face slowly lifted, then expanded all at once. Her lips stretched into a massive grin as she gasped.
“Y/n!” She held your hand tighter, and her eyes shifted back to the rest of the fam. “And- oh, my fam! You’re actually here and- what is he doing here?”
“I’m glad to see you too,” Jack said with a smile. The Doctor rolled her eyes, but even that could not hide the sheer joy of seeing her best friends again. Your eyes mapped her face as they talked back and forth, their words falling silent. She looked so beautiful, exactly the same as you remembered her. Every line, every shape in her face was radiant. If you reached out just a little further, puckering your lips-
“Y/n? What are you doin?” She said in her thick accent, placing a finger utop your lips.
Your eyes opened, and you frowned against her finger. “Well-” You could feel the eyes of the fam on you.
“Well I just sort of though… it’s been a while… maybe we could…”
“Well, we can, just not now!” The Doctor said incredulously. You shrank a little, confused.
“I know it’s not the best time but still,” You couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Months of thinking she was dead, finally reuniting, and now she didn’t want to kiss you? Maybe she doesn’t feel the same after all this time...
“Y/n, these are literally laser windows” The Doctor pointed out flatly. “Any contact with them and your face would be burned off, even just holding hands like this is immensely dangerous”
“Oh!” You yelped, ripping your hand out from underneath hers. “I thought they were just sort of- I don’t know, lights!”
The fam laughed behind you, and you shot them a glare.
“Probably worth it for a kiss though, huh?” The Doctor teased. Despite being happy to see her smile and laugh in such a bad position, you couldn't help but bite back.
“No! You’ll be lucky if you even get a kiss now, when we’re face to face.”
“I don’t know about that, you seemed pretty eager there…” She bit her lip, looking off to the side coyly.
“Okay! Enough!” You hissed, face hot with embarrassment. “We’ll see you soon, okay?”
“What are you going to do?” The Doctor asked, this time extremely curious. “Is this about to be a big prison break? Because I have always wanted to be in a big prison break”
“Sort of,” Jack said. “The plans in progress. But we’re getting there.”
“In progress?” yaz asked. “I thought you told us to follow your lead”
As the noises of conversation once again fell into the background, you made your way back into the TARDIS with Ryans help. The Doctor’s eyes followed you with a glint of mischief and a dash of loneliness; she’d missed you, clearly. Excited for what was about to come, you blew her a kiss. Then, the doors of the TARDIS shut behind you, and you awaited Jack's next move.
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"i'm not going anywhere, i promise." for Yaz/13
Sorry this took so long! I’m actually really awful at writing fluff so it tends to take me a while! Also sorry it’s so short, again, it’s something I struggle with. Hope you like how it turned out.
It Means Time
When you met someone like the Doctor- someone who was mysterious and terrifying and wonderful in equal parts- you quickly got used to the idea that you could love her with all your heart, but you’d never really know her.
Yaz was learning quickly that there were certain things she just had to get used to, loving a woman like that. Waking up in the middle of the night to find her gone, her awful dress sense, her frankly bizarre eating habits, and the days where she hardly understand a word the Doctor said were all things that were well worth dealing with.
Still, it was getting very hard not to see that odd, wistful look the Doctor got in her eyes sometimes when they were alone together in some brief moment of peace. They’d be cuddling on the sofa, and the Doctor would be watching her not the movie. They’d crawl into bed after a very long day, and the Doctor wouldn’t close her eyes until long after she thought Yaz was asleep. They’d kiss, and the Doctor would look right through her.
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It was in one of those quiet moments- when they were sitting in one of the TARDIS kitchens trying their best to have a lazy morning- that Yaz finally plucked up the courage to ask about it.
She’d been standing there, buttering her toast her hair half-up, wearing a set of pyjama shorts and a battered jumper which had apparently belonged to the Doctor’s previous face; The Doctor had been sat at the table with a plate of custard creams (“Breakfast of champions, Yaz”), still wearing boxer shorts and an oversized t-shirt, with her hair sticking up at odd angles.
It was one of those brief, domestic moments that was so painfully ordinary it made her heart ache.
Yaz wouldn’t trade her life of adventure for the world, but there was certainly something beautiful in these moments of normality that made all the running feel just a little more worth it.
She put the butter knife down, beginning to dig through the cupboard for the jam that wasn’t blue, when she felt the Doctor’s eyes on the back of her head. She didn’t even have to turn around to know she was wearing that expression again.
“Why’d y’ keep lookin’ at me like that?” Yaz finally asked, turning to catch the Doctor’s eyes before she could look away.
“You look nice.” Her girlfriend rattled off almost automatically, shoving a custard cream into her mouth to avoid having to answer any more questions.
Yaz just shot her a look, her eyebrow raised. She didn’t need police training to know that the Doctor was hiding something- her guilty expression did that all on its own. Giving up on finding the jam, she brought her toast over to the little table, taking a seat opposite her.
“You’re lookin’ at me like you feel guilty about somethin’ or-“ She paused, tilting her head slightly to one side, “like- like you regret something?” Now that was an upsetting prospect. “Do you regret this, Doctor?”
“No.”
The reply came a little too quickly to be believable, and Yaz felt her stomach drop. She thought that what they’d had going on between them- well it wasn’t normal, but nothing ever was anymore. It wasn’t normal, or easy, but what they had was good- and for now Yaz was happy with good.
She’d thought the Doctor was too.
“Oh.” Was all she could actually manage- as though the Doctor wasn’t lying through her teeth. The lie didn’t seem to matter much when they both knew the truth that cowered behind it. “So, you do, then? Regret it. ‘Cause I know that face, Doctor.”
“No-“ The Doctor began again, her spoon clattering uncomfortably loudly against the side of her mug as she looked for something to do with her hands. “I didn’t mean-“
Yaz could see she was floundering for an explanation or excuse. In any other circumstance she might have tried to help, but not this time.
“Do you regret this?” She asked again, a little more firmly, “’Cause I thought things were goin’ well with us and-“
“No- No they are. I promise. It’s not that-“ She shook her head as though she was trying to physically clear it. “I said I wasn’t gonna do this anymore.”
“Do what anymore?”
“This!” The Doctor elaborated rather unhelpfully, gesturing wildly with both hands as though it was supposed to help. “You and all the- the domestics, and the fallin’ in love with humans.”
Yaz’s head snapped up to look at the Doctor. Had she really just said that? Neither of them had said that, yet. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel the same way just- there was always something vaguely intimidating about admitting any genuine emotion to the Doctor, especially when she got like this- already racing ahead on her train of thought while Yaz was still trying to process her slip of the tongue. With the speed at which she was talking, it seemed likely she hadn’t even noticed her own mistake.
“Wasn’t even meant to be bringin’ anyone else along, really. I always say that. After Rose I ran into Martha and I kept saying I was gonna take her back but she was brilliant and- and I treated her rubbish. Then she was alright and Donna kept cropping up and-“
“Doctor?” Yaz tried, her tone a little more gentle now, though it did nothing to prompt the Doctor out of her rant- she was already in full swing.
“And it wasn’t like I even got a choice with River- I married her before I met her! And with Amelia- the new face got all sentimental and started doing emotions. And Martha and Donna were married by then, and Rose was happy and Jack- I couldn’t do anything about him but I thought that time I was getting’ better.”
“Doctor!”
“Then Rory had to come along, and I said after the Pond’s I wouldn’t take anyone else but Clara was so clever and she kept turning up everywhere, and then Nardole wasn’t human so he didn’t count and Bill was getting’ attacked and I didn’t have much choice there, and then you lot- mmff“
Yaz had grabbed a fistful of the Doctor’s oversized shirt, pulling her across the table and planting a kiss square on her lips, desperate to jolt her out of the panicked ramblings long enough to get your attention. It was certainly enough to silence her, earning her a questioning look from the blonde, who looked baffled, if not displeased.
“Did I say something good?” She asked as she settled back into her seat.
“You said fallin’ in love.”
“Yeah?” The Doctor shot Yaz a maddeningly blank look, as though she didn’t even realise the weight of what she’d said.
“And was that about me? ‘Cause you haven’t said that before.”
Something seemed to fall into place for the Doctor, based on the shift in her expression, at least. “I thought you knew.” She admitted, “I thought- I mean, you’re brilliant. Course I love you. M’just not supposed to.”
“Why not? because we’re happy, right? You make me happy.”
The Doctor’s expression became resigned, and she lent back across the table, taking one of Yaz’s hands between both of hers.
“Being with me is dangerous Yaz, I-“
Yaz shot her an exasperated look, pulling her hand back. “Hey! Stop. We knew the risks when we came with you. I knew the risks when I decided to stay. You’re- You’re the Doctor! You don’t get scared. Stop being scareda me.”
“I get scared of losing you.” She admitted.
Yaz leant a little closer, taking the Doctor’s hand again, and squeezing her fingers gently, trying to bring her back from whatever dark place she’d strayed into. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“People always go, eventually.”
She thought back to Jack, and to what he’d said. Nothing lasted forever with the Doctor- she already knew that, but they had the now- and how many people got to be loved by someone like her? What they had was rare, and if it was fleeting, she wouldn’t waste what time they did have worrying about the time they didn’t.
“I’m here now.”
The Doctor’s face softened, and she squeezed Yaz’s hand back, before saying, “Happily ever after doesn’t mean forever. It just means time.”, in a quiet, knowing way- they were words she’d said before, clearly.
“Who said that?” She asked, half-curious, half just keen to keep the Doctor from starting down the ‘I’m too dangerous for you’ path again.
“Someone a lot cleverer than me.” A shadow of something unfathomably sad ghosted across the Doctor’s face for a moment, before her lips turned up into a softer, more genuine smile. “So. Yasmin Khan. All of time and space. Where to next?”
Loving a woman like the Doctor would never be easy. There’d be ups and downs and twists thrown in you could never see coming. Sometimes loving her meant soaring higher than you’d ever dreamed. Sometimes loving her meant hurting worse than you ever knew you could hurt. One thing, though, would never ever change. Loving the Doctor- it meant time. Time to fly and time to fall. Time to celebrate, and time to grieve. Time to run, and, sometimes, on those few days when things were just good, there was time to sit, and to relax, and to love.
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“Your hair needs cutting.” Yaz comments, two days after the Dalek invasion. The Doctor is sitting on Graham’s sofa, more than a little shell shocked, a blanket wrapped round her small frame.
“Prison didn’t have a barber, besides it’s all knotted and matted.” The Doctor murmurs her fingers brushing the long strands out of her face.
Yaz sits down beside her, gently rubbing circles on her back. “Would you like me to cut it?” Yaz asks, stroking the back of her hand along the Doctors cheek. The Doctor doesn’t speak, she just nods her head leaning into Yaz’s touch.
“It needs cutting pretty short, is that okay?” Yaz says quietly, assessing the matted dreadlock the Doctor has going on.
The Doctor shrugs her shoulders and nods, pointing to the magazine on Graham’s coffee table. “That’s pretty cool, can I have that?”
Yaz peers over the Doctors shoulder smiling, planting a firm kiss on her clothed shoulder “An undercut would suit you I think, we’ll have to get you some hair product if you like that style.” Yaz giggles enjoying the Doctors wide smile.
“Would you mind telling me what you’re gonna do before you do it? Just feels safer that way.” The Doctor murmurs catching Yaz’s eyes. Yaz swallows but nods sincerely offering her hand.
“Come on space girl, let’s get that mop chopped eh.” Yaz grins taking her hand, guiding upstairs to Graham’s bathroom.
10 minutes and a few custard creams later the Doctor is sitting on the edge of the bath, a towel tight around shoulders and neck. The top of her hair clipped up into a raggedy bun, a lollipop in her mouth.
“Okay so I’m going to start by cutting your hair short with the scissors, then I’ll clean it up with the clippers okay.” Yaz explains handing the clippers to the Doctor to hold.
“Mkay.” The Doctor murmurs around her lollipop, looking back at Yaz in the mirror smiling. Yaz begins to gently separate each lock of matted hair from the clump, cutting down to a inch off her scalp, placing the cut hair gently into a plastic bag.
“They should make silent scissors, maybe I’ll invent them.” The Doctor mumbles.
“Sounds like a good plan, I never liked the noise they make too.” Yaz agrees moving quickly but gently through the rest of the Doctors hair.
“I feel lighter already.” The Doctor jokes as Yaz bins the last lock, chuckling.
“You’ve got some of the thickest hair I’ve ever seen, right can you hold the scissors and I’ll take those clippers and clean you up.” Yaz hands the scissors over handles first. “It’s going to whir a bit Doctor okay, just the mechanism inside, let me know if it’s too much.”
The Doctor nods biting her lip as Yaz turns the clippers on and they whir to life, gently lifting some hair with the comb guard she moves the clipper up through her hair. After a few seconds Yaz notices the Doctors eyes close and a deep purring rumble erupt from her.
“Feels nice?” Yaz asks gently, grateful that something is relaxing the Doctor. The Doctor leans more into her body as she glides the clippers through her hair the whirring vibration massaging as they moved.
“Feels amazin’ Yaz.” The Doctor croaks groggily, her eyes flickering open briefly before closing again.
“Just you wait till I wash your hair, my head massages are legendary.” Yaz promises, beaming as the Doctor flashes her dimples in a wide smile.
“Okay, you’re all cleaned up and even space girl. Just need those scissors back to cut and style the top okay.” Yaz says, turning the clippers off and setting them aside. The Doctor hands the scissors back to her handle first her eyes blinking awake again.
“That were amazing Yaz, I can see why people use those to cut hair, so relaxing for such a noisy machine.” The Doctor chuckles, taking the clippers into her lap sonicing them for their manufacturing history.
The Doctor geeked away the next 20 minutes as Yaz lifted each lock of hair and measured them between her fingers before snipping away as efficiently as she could.
“Right space girl you’re almost done, ready to sit down on that little stool and lean your head back over the bath we’ll get it washed and ready for your next adventure.” Yaz promises her heart warming at the sight of the Doctors eyes close again, her next adventure will probably be a 12 hour nap Yaz thought.
“Nothing with lavender in it please Yaz, the smell makes me nauseous this go round.” The Doctor explains as Yaz starts the warm shower, wetting her hair.
“That’s okay Doctor, we’ve got Graham’s Head and Shoulders or Ryan’s Star Wars shampoo, my word he’s a big kid sometimes.” Yaz jokes plucking Graham’s shampoo and squeezing a dollop of shampoo into the palm of her hand. She lathers it up between her hands before gliding them into the Doctors warm wet hair taking care to gather the suds up around her hairline massaging them into her scalp.
“Feel good?” Yaz asks gently, the weight of the Doctors head resting in her hands as she grew more and more limp.
The Doctor doesn’t respond, she just inhales deeply and let’s herself feel vulnerable and relaxed for the first time in a long time. She’s safe here in this bathroom with her trusted companion. She’s safe to just feel herself again.
Yaz knows she can’t massage away the last ten months, but she can endeavour to give the Doctor some rest for the next ten minutes, after all she’s done for all of them it seems only fair. So she continues to massage the shampoo through her short curling locks and rinsing with warm water, taking care to shield the Doctor’s ears and eyes from the spray of the water.
It’s only when she comes to towel dry her hair that she notices the Doctor looking up at her, green and golden orbs shining with such gratitude.
“Hey there.” Yaz whispers smiling as she dries her hair carefully.
“I think I need a nap.” The Doctor yawns holding her hand to cover her mouth. Yaz smiles before hanging up the towel and holding out her hand.
“You deserve it come on, I’ll make you up a bed on the sofa.” Yaz ushers her through the door, tucking her into her makeshift bed her hair drying and curling every so slightly.
“Sweet dreams.” She bears Yaz whisper before she lets the tide of exhaustion pull her under.
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Call Him Master
Dhawan!master x reader
Summary: Stuck on a plane with no way out, the Doctor and team tardis find that their newest travelling companion and MI6 ally aren't who they appear to be after all.
Notes: This is my first published fic! I knew I had to rewrite this scene and add some reader insert to it, I hope you all enjoy! ❤ all feedback is greatly appreciated!
O's eyes went dark, face settling from his guilty expression to a deep, unsettling glare.
"Got me...well done."
You bit your lip and held back a smirk, gripping the fabric of your gown in anticipation as confusion travelled across the face's of everyone on the plane.
"Whats going on, Doc?" Graham asked, O turning to look at the Doctor and raising his eyebrows. "I don't know" she replied, tilting her head and leaning closer to his face. O let out a chuckled and turned to you, smiling condescendingly. "She doesn't know!" He mocked, causing your smirk to deepen.
"I suggest you all take a look out the window." The four travellers scrambled to the window seats of the plane. You couldn't help but laugh. "How's your house out there?" Graham gulped, confusion lacing his tone. O shrugged his shoulder's. "Its a bit wicked witch of the west, but you get my gist" he mused, the confused ramblings of the companions making you giggle.
"So damn slow, arent they?"
O's eyes turned to you, a sick smile gracing his lips at your comment. You wanted nothing more but to run into his arms there and then. The Doctor stormed down the middle isle towards you, grabbed your arm and yanked you behind her protectively, causing you to roll your eyes. O returned the sentiment, a small growl in his tone. He didn't enjoy seeing you manhandled.
"Who the hell are you?"
O grinned mischievously. "C'mon doctor, catch up- you can do it" the Doctor's gaze met O's, her mind rapidly thinking as the agent before her coaxed her on, practically begging her to figure it out. You held your breath in delight, ready for the penny to drop. And when it did, it was delightful. "Oh!" The Doctor gasped, the pair of you giggling. Her face dropped in horror as she stepped back, holding you behind her, as if protecting you from the man before you.
"That's my name, and that is why I chose it! So satisfying, isn't it dear?" You nodded in agreement, the companions behind you looking remarkably lost. You smirked darkly- they never were that bright.
"Doctor, I did say look for the spymaster" O started, taking an ominous step closer. The Doctor pulled the four of you back, trying to protect you from his predatory stance. Your heart was racing, eyes begging him to finally say what you'd been waiting to hear for months on end.
"Or, should I say spy... master."
Your smile was wide as ever, heart pounding out of your chest. There he was, in all his glory- you hadn't heard that name in so long. And god, he sounded good when he said it. His devious smirk confirmed your hopes: O was well and truly gone, and the Master, your Master, was back. Gone was the wide eyed wonder and innocent facade, gentle nature and humble grin- now he stood over the five of you proud and dangerous, a sight you'd been desperate to see for a very, very long time.
"Hi." The Master gave a playful wave, your smile widening as he stalked towards you, the Doctor standing her ground. "You cant be!" She cried, the Masters smile falling as he gestured to his chest, eyes dark. "I can be, I very much am." The Doctor growled as he scrunched his nose at her, laughing smugly as she covered her mouth- she looked like she was going to be sick.
"So who is he?" Graham asked, the Doctor turning to face you all with wide eyes. You sighed in annoyance and turned to the man. "Oh keep up, will you?" You snapped, before turning back to the master, who wore a devilish grin. "I'm her best enemy. We go way, way back, don't we Doctor?" He jibed, laughing again as the Doctor looked dangerously pale. Ryan frowned in confusion. "So hes not really O?" You shook your head with a dark laugh.
"Of course not" you teased. The Master reached out his hand, all eyes falling on you as you eagerly sauntered down the isle, taking his hand and meeting his proud gaze.
"Call him Master."
You nestled close into the masters side, arms winding around his middle. He hummed in appreciation, arm curling around your waist possessively, your head resting against his shoulder.
"I certainly do"
The Doctor gasped quietly, mouth agape and eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. Her eyes drooped sadly. "Y/N, what are you doing?" She all but whispered, standing before the pair of you. The Master grinned. "Thats it, thats the face I told you about. The face of utter betrayal." The Master gently held your chin, turning your face to meet his gaze. "When she finally realises her shiny new pet was truly mine, all along." You blushed lightly, his tone making you shiver in his grasp.
"Did I do well, Master?" You purred, hand resting on his chest, the comforting symphony of his hearts under your palm.
"You did phenomenal, love" he replied, before pulling your lips to meet his own, crashing them together in a hungry kiss.
"What the hell?" Yaz cried. The four travellers before you gaping at the scene. You'd travelled with them for months, why were you suddenly siding with the man who claimed to be the doctors enemy? You sighed contently as you broke for air, resting your head back on his shoulder and giggling at the faces in front of you. The Master was right- it was so satisfying.
"You didnt think you met the perfect new pet to travel with by accident, did you Doctor?" The Master sneered, glancing at the other companions aboard the plane and brushing the hair away from your face. "Just like myself at MI6, my darling Y/N went undercover and posed as your companion." You waved teasingly, slowly parting from the master and stepping towards the Doctor. "I must admit, it was painful pretending to enjoy your company- but watching you slowly trust me more and more? An absolute thrill."
Ryan tilted his head. "So you knew this would happen, all along?" You nodded, pursing your lips. "I knew what and how, but not when. I may be a good actress, but I too like to be surprised now and again" you giggled, the Master looming over you from behind, watching you intently. The Doctor grabbed your arm and met your eyes, expression hopeful yet sad. The Master snarled lowly, stepping closer to you.
"When did he get you, Y/N? He's hypnotising you, none of this is real." You laughed incredulously, the Doctor tightening her grip. "This isnt the Y/N I know."
You leaned down and smirked triumphantly at her. "He wasnt the O you knew either, but here we are."
The Master smirked as you yanked your arm away, retreating back into the timelords arms and sinking into his embrace. "Speaking of O, poor chap, do you want to see him?" You smiled knowingly, the Master reaching for his inside pocket. "A man close to my hearts...well, my pocket." He slowly produced the matchbox from his jackets inside lining, presenting it to the Doctor and co with delight. He reluctantly moved his arm from your waist.
"Like I told you love, always good to keep a backup of ones work. Tissue compression, its a classic. "
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, the sight of a miniaturised corpse in the box making the other humans before you practically retch. It was so delightfully him, the Master laughing with pride as the Doctor watched on with pained eyes. His reveal had truly broken her, and you had the best seat in the house. Well, the plane.
"I shrunk him, on the way to work on his first day- stole his identity, and set myself up in MI6. All that was left then was to plant our dear Y/N at the perfect point in your timeline, and watch the magic happen." The Master taunted. He crushed the matchbox in his hand and threw it over his shoulder. "Surprisingly good stuff."
"So you two were working together the whole time?" Graham asked, causing you both to laugh. "Oh yes! And we have had... a LOT of fun." Waves of furious excitement rippled off the Master as you clapped with glee, his eyes alit with manic joy. The Doctor glowered at the sight, rage bubbling in her gut as she watched you both. You'd just ripped the rug out from under her, TWICE, and now you were rubbing your victory in her face. She suddenly gasped.
"I have to warn Barton!" The Doctor stormed down the middle isles, hastilly shoving you into the Masters arms, your hands flying to his shoulders. He instinctively gripped your hips to steady you, comically raising his eyebrows in concern as the doctor burst into the cockpit, dramatically wincing behind her back. The Doctor cried out in shock at the sight of the empty room, returning to the cabin in horror.
"Wheres Barton?! He's not here!" She cried. The Master playfully jumped in terror, pulling you down the plane in mock panic, companions scrabbling behind you. "Oh no, Barton!" He gulped, suddenly pulling you onto his lap, ducking down onto one of the seats.
"What did you do?!" The Doctor yelled, the Master playing with your hair as the humans beside her yelled in terror. You gave a shiver of pleasure as he tucked a strand behind your ear, Graham peeking into the cockpit with trepidation as you raked your nails through his hair. The timelord shivered. "Whos flying the plane?!"
The Masters eyes widened in glee- he was so hoping someone would ask. "Wrong question." He growled, hand on your thigh. You trailed a row of quick kisses down his jaw, your lips against his stubble causing him to practically purr. As much as you loved his clean shaven chin, you absolutely adored his usual beard. He squeezed your thigh teasingly as four sets of terrified eyes landed on you both expectantly. "Check the seat."
A delicious smirk grew on the Masters face as the Doctor ran to the pilot seat of the plane, his hand landing on the small of your back as he guided you up from his lap, following you down the plane. "Cockpit bomb, Doctor!" You declared. "Made from parts I aquired over our little adventures together."
The Master gazed down at you proudly, arm around your waist. "Short fuse, I can relate" he teased, sending a wink your way with a hummed laugh. A blush tinged your cheeks, hands wandering up his jacket collar, his other arm meeting around your waist and cementing you in his grasp. "Mm, i'm loving all this" your hands smoothed out his lapels, the Master chuckling down at you.
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"Well, I did dress to impress."
"Mm, that you certainly did."
A playfull giggle escaped your lips, the continuous chaos at the front of the plane the least of your concerns. The Master flashed his ever charming smile, joining your laughter. You bit your lip- even in the middle of all the panic, the Master would never resist a chance to flirt. He loved seeing you hot and bothered too much to hold back. The Master glanced hungrily at your purple gown, raising his eyebrow knowingly.
"Was the purple just for me?"
"You're not the only one aiming to please, master."
The Master purred lowly, grip tightening on the small of your back. The Doctors ramblings flittered through the plane, your attention too focused on the Master to care. He leaned his face in close, hot breath on your cheek causing you to bite your lip. His pupils were blown, raking up and down your form. The moment was close to perfect.
The sound of the Doctors sonic suddenly pulled the Master from your gaze. His face instantly fell, proud grin mutating into a furious sneer as he pushed you behind his back, pointing threateningly at the female timelord. You let out an annoyed growl, narrowing your eyes. Of course she had to ruin your moment. It was all going so well.
"No!" He yelled, practically shaking with anger. "You really think I wouldn't make that sonic proof, Doctor?!" You grasped ahold of his bicep, feeling his trembling rage as you released a huff. He was almost spitting in pure malice.
"C'MON!"
Your hand slid down his arm, his balled fist slowly opening as you slipped your hand into his grasp. You squeezed his palm, grounding him. The Master took a shaking breath, squeezing back.
"Deadlock seal, and I made sure there were no parachutes on board." The Doctor was visibly panicking, raking her hands through her hair. The timer on the bomb continued to tick. Yaz turned to the Master, expression furious.
"Wheres Barton? We saw him coming in!" The master smirked smugly, his grip on your hand tightening. You moved closer to his side. "Pulled away before takeoff- by me" he replied, your other hand snaking over his bicep. The Master turned to glance at you, your devious gaze making him smile. "Stick with us, Yaz" he laughed, sighing contently.
"Because I control... everything. Even these guys!" He finished with a flourish, whistling with a spin and a snap of his fingers.
The roar of the Kaasavin filled the cabin, the creatures pulling themselves out of the plane floor. The Master pulled you tight to his chest, breath shallow. "Hold on tight" he cautioned, the Doctors panicked wail emerging from the cockpit. "I can't do it!" She cried, and the Master laughed triumphantly.
"EVERYBODY GET BACK!"
The timelord slammed the cockpit door shut, the plane suddenly rocking with the force of the explosion. A manic laugh emerged from your throat, your grip tight on the leather seat.
The plane was starting to crash.
The ricocheting bang began to pull the air out of the cabin, a tunnel of wind errupting as the six of you held on for dear life. You kept tight hold of the chair before you, nails digging into the leather as the wind began to pull at your form. You growled in protest, legs kicking against the wind as the Master stood over the Doctor.
"Something you should know, in the seconds before you die!"
His voice was furious, pushing himself against the wind on the plane seat backs. He leaned in close and glared.
"Everything that you think you know, is a lie!"
You grip was faultering on the seat, the leather squeaking under your palms as you used all your might to hold on. The force was becoming too strong, your head turning to the Master as he straightened up before the Doctor.
"Master!" The renegade timelords head snapped in your direction, arm lurching for your waist.
"Y/N please!" The Doctor screamed, but the master would never let you fall. He pulled you tightly to his side, your hair and gown bellowing in the wind as you clutched onto his chest, laughing manically from the shock.
"Got you!"
The Master grinned, the four travellers before you both screaming in desperation as they clutched onto whatever they could grab purchase on. The Master leant in close, forehead on your own as he sighed with resolution, gaze meeting your own.
"Finally."
His grip never slipping from your middle, an elated giggle pulling itself from your lips. The Master glanced at the Doctor and her companions a final time, before pulling a cylindrical device from his pocket and pressing hard on the button. You braced yourself as a white light engulfed the pair of you, pulling you from the plane- the last noise you heard being the terrified screams of the Doctor and her friends, and the Masters devilish laughter.
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Sweet Survivor Ch.9 Final
He moaned as he woke up, hearing a loud but steady beep to his left.
Why was his right side so warm?
He took another deep breath and heard a hum in his ear from the warmth under him.
“Kenji?”
His vision cleared and he found Ben pressed against his side in robe matching his, legs and feet bare.
Ben had bruises on his collar and a cut on his lip. But he was smiling at Kenji so brightly, Kenji swore he had never seen him look so beautiful.
Kenji was in a bed with him curled against his side, an arm around his neck.
If this was heaven, he would enjoy eternity in Ben’s arms.
“Did I die?” He asked him, leaning close to kiss him.
“You better had not!” A voice said from over them, startling them apart.
Kenji looked up to see a short plump woman with mocha skin, her curly black hair put up in two panda buns. Her soft cotton shirt that said “Property of Kon Incorporated” stretched over her baby bump. Her soft green eyes looked down at him in worry and he wanted to cry as her always warm hands stroked over his cheeks.
“Mijo, you scared me!” She crooned and took Kenji’s face in her hands and kissed his forehead. Ben moved back to give them space.
Kenji sniffed as she used her thumbs to brush away his tears before they fell.
“Candy?” Kenji asked. “Where am I?”
“You passed out from blood loss, Kenji.” She said, voice shaky. “Your father got you and your friends private rooms. Ben is technically supposed to be in that bed over there, but…”
She chuckled and hugged him. “Neither of us could leave your side.”
The Puerto-Rican smiled sweetly, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I want to tease you, but I’m just so happy you’re safe. Your father was a mess and little Carmen kept kicking as if to tell us her big brother was still…”
She sniffed loudly, looking up and fanning her face. “Dios mio…”
Ben smiled at Kenji, who finally looked around to see he was in a large private room, a bay window looking out over a busy city. He and Ben were in hospital robes, the lights turned low and a curtain most likely hiding the other bed and the door where he could hear people passing by.
“You’re in San Jose, Papa.” She said. “We’re staying at my old apartment.”
“We’re…We got away.” Kenji said.
“We did.” Ben said. “And Bumpy is okay from what I saw…”
Ben shook his head, schooling his anguished face into a shaky smile.
“Candy was telling me how she and your Dad met when he first came here to see Jurassic World.” Ben said. “And we just kept talking.”
“Yes.” Candy said, sitting on a plush armchair with a groan and stroking her belly. “Your Dad went to go pick up your friends families. Ben told me about Toro and Bumpy and the suck-os.”
“Suchos, Mom.” He said and Candy squeaked.
“Baby boy, you’re lucky I can’t get up right now or I’d smother you with love.” She said with a blinding smile, reaching out a hand and waving it like a fan.
Kenji took the hand she offered, noting her nails were bitten and chipped. He looked at her again, noticing how red her eyes were. How tired she looked.
“So,” She said. “I’m assuming I’m going to be getting use to my future partner hanging around?”
“What?” Kenji asked.
“Ben here has some amazing ideas for new products. A white tea mask with carob seed extract? I had no idea it could be a daily moisturizer!” She said. “That nice girl, Yazmina? She had packed a lot of things in hers and Sammy’s bags, including a book Ben said you gave to him and he has been going off about how different plants can be crushed, or oils extracted. I always get so bored when my scientists tell me this and that, but Ben really has a zest for this!”
She waved her free hand around excitedly. “I’m thinking a new daily skin care line! The launching off point of my new and improved company!”
Ben smiled up at Kenji. “She likes my ideas.”
“And I need to try that banana carob loaf.”
“Ben!” Kenji exclaimed with a blush.
“I’ve was working on that vest of yours, honey.” She said and held up his vest with thick black stiches holding the claw marks together like torn flesh. “I can get it repaired at home.”
Kenji laughed, imaging Candy struggling with the needle and her excited face when she would make the thread connect the two sides.
“Thanks Mom.” He said again.
“Oh, Baby boy.” She said as the door opened.
“Candela?” Mr. Kon called.
“Kosei!” She called. “They’re awake!”
A woman with a messy brown braid threw the curtain open.
“Ben!” She yelled and gathered Ben in her arms, picking him up like he weighed nothing, holding him like a toddler. She was petite and thin, but obviously had hidden strength.
“Whoa! Mom—" Ben said, holding on tight to her shoulders.
“Oh, my baby! I’m so sorry! I will never ever force you to do something you don’t want to ever again—”
“Sandra, he might be injured!” A broad blond man in a rumpled and stained button up said. The poor guy looked like he lived off coffee and pure anxiety.
“David!” She hissed, making him flinch back. “I thought my son was dead yesterday!”
“Ma’am?” Kenji asked.
Her big blue eyes snapped to Kenji. Her husband came up next to her.
“He has a bruised tailbone, so he should take it easy.”
“O-Oh…Was he in the same bed as you?” She asked, looking very confused as Ben hugged her back and swung his legs down to stand. His father pulled him into a hug too.
“Hey, Son.” He said, voice thick as he rubbed Ben’s back.
“Hey Dad.” Ben sniffed and turned to hug his mom again. “I missed you guys so much!”
Mr. Kon sat next to Kenji and stroked his hair.
“Mrs. Pincus?” He asked in his stern voice.
Ben’s mom looked at the man in the clearly expensive business suit. “Oh, yes, Mr.…?”
“Kon.” He said. “Kosei Kon.”
“Of Kon…” She swallowed. “Kon Incorporated?”
“Yes. I am very sad to hear of what happened to Simon.” He said, face falling as he bowed his head.
“Yes. He was a good man.” She said softly. “It’s going to be hard without him. And I know it will displace a lot of good people who loved him, loved working for him…”
“Do you have a resume handy?” Candy asked from her seat.
“Candy!” Mr. Kon scolded lightly.
Candy blinked at her husband and pouted. Kosei stared her down and her bottom lip wobbled a bit as she stroked her baby bump. The older man’s cheeks reddened at the sight of her big eyes practically begging for something unspoken between them, and he sighed.
Ben was impressed with how she was able to break down such a stern looking man.
“Mrs. Pincus. My wife would like to rebuild her own business after our daughter is born and I…we were wondering if you would be able to help by joining her employ.” He said. “I was planning on asking you after our children had rested enough, but now seems as good a time as any.”
“I’m sorry, but how do they…how do they know each other? From the camp?” Mr. Pincus asked.
“He’s my boyfriend, Dad.” Ben said, making Kenji’s head snap in his direction.
“Kosei Kon’s son is your...” Mrs. Pincus said.
She sat on the bed.
“Yeah. We kinda confessed after I survived falling from a monorail when Pteranodons attacked us. After almost dying, like, more than once,” Ben said with a tilt of his head. “We thought it best to just be honest about our feelings.”
Mr. Pincus sat down next to his wife.
“Oh.” They both said at the same time.
*
“You’ll come visit, right?” Sammy asked as Yaz’s Dad loaded her backpack in the backseat of their cab and her Mom hugged both of Sammy’s Dads.
“Well duh.” Yaz said, taking her girlfriend’s hands. “Gotta come see my sponsor’s new investment!”
Sammy smiled and kissed her cheek, hugging for the umpteenth time.
Darius waved as his mom hugged him close.
“Don’t forget to message me!” Brooklynn called.
“Every day!” He promised her, sliding in his own cab behind his brother.
Roxy gave Brooklynn a big hug as her mom and aunt thanked Dave and Claire over and over, her aunt still crying happy tears.
Kenji held Ben’s hands as their parents waited for them in separate cabs.
Kenji rubbed his thumb over Ben’s bruised knuckles.
“It’ll only be a few months, right?” Kenji asked.
“Well, we need time to pack, pick a house and settle.” Ben said softly. “Besides…still…a little fast for me.”
“Scared of the B word?” Kenji joked.
“Scared of the expectations that come with being a boyfriend. Not to mention all the new things.” He said. “I mean, realistically…we might not even last.”
“Don’t worry.” Kenji said. “When you move to California…I’ll drive over whenever you want to see me and give you space when you don’t.”
Ben blushed and gave him a blank look.
“Who are you and what have you done with Kenji Kon?” Ben asked, making a face.
Kenji kissed the wrinkle over his nose. “I’m still Kenji. Being the best at everything. Including boyfriend.”
Ben leaned up and kissed his jaw. “You already are. No expectations needed.”
“Back at you.” Kenji said, kissing him softly. “Besides. I think my Mom and Dad love you too much for me to mess this up.”
Ben chuckled and smiled softly up at him. “See you later?”
Kenji put on his rose-gold aviators.
“You betcha, Sweet thing!”
Ben wrinkled his nose, but couldn’t hide his smile as they parted.
THREE YEARS LATER…
The shrill beeping of his phone went off.
Kenji took a deep breath and tried to sit up, but two arms refused to let him budge.
“Seriously, what’s with this grip?” Kenji whispered, trying to peel off his boyfriend’s fingers.
“No…” Ben whined, adjusting to hug him around the waist, the thin sheet covering their bodies falling to expose more of Ben’s skin.
“Baby, I gotta get my phone.” He said and Ben whined again, hugging a pillow.
He sat up and reached over to get his cell, seeing Brooklynn and Darius’s picture on it. He swiped it and sighed, seeing it was four am.
“What is it, Dino-Nerd?” He asked. “Ben has class tomorrow and I got a meeting I gotta shadow with my Dad—”
“Is Ben there?” Darius asked.
“My boyfriend of three years who lives with me? That Ben?”
“Kenji!”
“Yes! Ben is here!” He groaned and Ben sat up, pulling the sheet up to his chin. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Claire’s office or—”
“Put me on speaker.” Darius said.
Kenji tapped the button and sighed. “Done.”
“Ben?”
“Yeah?” He asked sleepily. “Did the relocation go okay?”
“Bumpy was moved.” Darius said, sounding out of breath.
“Yeah, you told me Zia said they were gonna be relocated to—”
“She wasn’t relocated to the island!” Brooklynn’s voice said suddenly. “We came to check up and—oh my god, they’re getting away!”
“What?!” Ben yelled, and Kenji hugged him close.
“I can see Claire and Owen!” Darius said in the background.
“Guys? Wait, then where is she?” He asked.
“She’s on the mainland!” Brooklynn said. “She was taken to Lockwood Manor and—Darius, duck!”
They heard a squeal. “We’re okay.”
“Lockwood Manor?” Kenji asked.
“She’s not the only one!” Darius said. “There’s so many! Wait is that…Toro?!”
“Get in the car, get in the car!” Barry yelled over the phone. “We’ll recon around the property and pick them up.”
They heard a far-off roar and the sound of an engine.
“Guys!” Ben yelled.
“We’re okay! But you need to spread the word! Get your families up north as soon as possible! We’re going to stay and help Claire and Owen!” Darius said. “There’ so many and I know Owen and Claire are going to need help. We hate to ask you…”
Kenji looked at Ben. His boyfriend nodded; determination set on his face.
“We’re in.”
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Request: Hey, I hope your day is going well! Can you write something with the 13th Doctor and “take my bed. I can sleep on the floor”? Thank you! 💙 @clarkimagines
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The doctor let out yet another loud sigh. It was the fifth time she’s done this as she sat at the table across the room tinkering with the random assortment of alien technology she had “borrowed” from the security room of the resort they were currently investigating. Yasmin, Ryan, and Graham were current down at the pool enjoying themselves after today’s events. The doctor decided to stay at the space hotel on the planet they were currently investigating, planet 12.22 Exstellar. It was a rather warm planet with temperatures ranging beyond blistering. Of course, the resort had a barrier wall, protecting the inhabits from the true nature of the heat beyond, but the air ducts were being compromised, thus leaving a leak of hot air. If it got any hotter, they would burn.
However, the blonde sat at the table with goggles on and jacket ruthlessly thrown to the floor. Her sleeves pulled up and away at work. It never failed to amaze you at how beautiful she could be in these moments. Lost in her own little world with her mind working away at lightning speeds. The room was small and held two beds and a couch as the Doctor had not thought they would be stranded here without the TARDIS. Yet, here they were. Melting, and quite exhausted. Thankfully their room was cool thanks to the power of the sonic.
You yawned softly and struggled to read the pages that currently lay in your lap. She had tossed you the booklet on their “Rules and Regulations.” of the spa after she made some remark about tossing hers into a supernova no less. Your eyes began to steep and head bobbing softly. You and Yasmin had decided to share a bed, the boys on the pull out couch, and the Doctor in her own bed. After all, she wasn’t the most keen on getting close.
“ Rules and regulations, tah! Never needed them myself, me. Been perfectly fine so far without them,” The Doctor begun, letting out a sharp yelp as she got shocked. “ This place is under attack, but by what? They look like viruses. Technological viruses tryin’ to break down the barrier. Micro Assains.”
The woman continued to fumble around, unaware of the sleepy human sitting on the edge of her bed. You stood and walked over to the woman and lazily slid your arms around her neck and nuzzled. The relationship between you two was supposed to be secretive to the fam, however, while alone that did not necessarily matter, right? You planted a soft kiss to her temple attempting to draw her out of stance. She froze slightly, dropping the object to the table before glancing up,
“ Why don’t you get some sleep, yeah?” She swung her feet around the chair and stood, taking you into her welcoming arms. She smelt like lavender laundry detergent and smoked wood, like home. As you began to turn towards your bed she stopped you with her tight grip.
“Take my bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.” She smiled softly, eyes glinting in the light.
“ I’m sleeping next to Yasmin, remember, Doctor?” You asked slightly confused at her actions. As of late, she had begun to become more possessive of you and letting your secret relationship start to slip. She wanted others to know you were hers and hers alone.
“ Yes, well, plans change. Change, what an amazing thing. Love change.” Her booted feet step closer, fingers softly tagging within your hair and her lips gazing yours. “ You belong in my bed anyway, next to me.”
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“ Knew it! I bloody well knew it, Yaz!” Graham let out a surprised laugh, his attempt weak as he tried to suppress it. The team had come back to the room after a while of leisure only to walk in on the two women in bed together fast asleep.
The Doctor’s arms curled around you tighten and your head tucked underneath her chin to come closer and feel her heartbeats on yours. Truly, you felt at home within her arms as if everything bad and cruel in this world had disappeared.
Yasmin smiled and leaned against the door frame, elbowing Ryan agreed and sent a smirk down to the short woman, “ Guess I did then, yeah. They’re definitely cute together, though.”
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a/n: I wanted to add to this series because I haven’t added onto it for a while and was also starting to regret making this a series at all, so I wrote this to get my head back in the game. I’ve got some other Doctor Who fics coming up that aren’t part of this series, and maybe a big rewrite of another Doctor Who fic I’ve already posted.
This was inspired by a prompt send by @timelord-winchester-22b in the thirsting for thirteen Discord server I’m in! Love you lots.
Enjoy the fic!
“Welcome back, you guys!”
Yaz gives you a big hug, squeezing you so tight it’s a reminder that she’s a policeman. “I didn’t expect to see you up!”
You’d bumped into the fam as they returned from another adventure with the Doctor and shuffled down the hallways to their rooms in the TARDIS. By bumping into them , you actually meant that they found you standing outside your room - which you (technically) weren’t allowed to leave.
After your capture, the Doctor had suggested lots of bedrest so that you could heal. For a while, this was alright - your soft bed and the fact that you were safe on board the TARDIS usually staved the nightmares away, and the Doctor’s constant presence while you slipped in and out of consciousness was enough to keep you very comfortable for a long time. But that bedrest eventually transformed into “indefinite bedrest”. The Doctor, fiercely protective and understandably scared, usually refused to let you move or leave your room, until you managed to convince her that you were mostly fine and that she needed to let you walk around or else you would go absolutely stir-crazy. That worked sometimes.
And then there’s the added factor of the fact that she kissed you while you were still bedridden, and has never mentioned it since.
“Tell you what, I’ve been missing real food,” Graham starts, and Ryan gives his grandfather a suffering look. “The Doc’s been taking us everywhere except places we can actually eat, and when we do get somewhere she usually manages to interrupt before I can get a good bite.”
“Yeah, we’ve all been eating take-out,” Ryan says. “Or the space version of it, I guess. You’re lucky, you actually get to use the kitchen.”
You shift on your feet, amused - but your amusement quickly fades when you put a little too much weight on one of your legs and feel a sharp pain lance up your muscles. You inhale sharply at that, very nearly buckling to your knees at the pain, which slowly becomes a dull ache, radiating from a certain point in your knee. Ah, maybe I forgot to mention that to the Doctor .
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you mutter, reaching out to grip a part of the wall. Yaz looks like she moved forward to catch you, so you shake your head at her, managing a strained grin. “I forget which leg I was stabbed in, sometimes.”
Your attempt to make one of your life-threatening injuries a joke doesn’t land, because of course it doesn’t.
The fam all stare at you, faces drawn. You know that look. They looked at you like that when you were still recovering, when you had burst into tears and sobbed into the Doctor’s arms when you found out exactly how long you were captured, when you had flinched away from Ryan as he celebrated winning a round of a video game, when you had refused to touch the Doctor after you jostled the bandages on your leg. And you hate it - you’re getting better, you hope, day by day, and you’re going to prove it.
“I can make you guys something,” you offer, raising your hands when you feel steady enough to stand on your feet, and try not to feel anxious when Yaz raises her eyebrows, “something from home. If you want, I mean.”
They stay silent after that, exchanging silent looks with one another. You can practically hear what they’re thinking - if it’s safe for you to be in the TARDIS kitchen alone, surrounded by knives and things that burned, or if it’s safe for you to be completely by yourself in the TARDIS at all without the Doctor by your side. If they had voiced their thoughts, you would agree with some of them, especially on the knives and the fire. But cooking was normal . It was something you used to do before everything happened. And even among all the adventure of travelling with the Doctor, you could use a little bit of normal.
So you roll your shoulders back, and try a smile.
That seems to work, because Graham places a hand on your shoulder and smiles back. The man always had a way of making the fam feel like a family , and the action is enough to make your smile wider. “Well, you’d better blow us away, or we’re letting you have some of that space take-out Ryan was talking about.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thank you,” you say graciously, sincerely . Yaz nods her head at you, her eyes crinkling at the edges as her lips curl up into the faintest of smiles.
“No, thank you ,” she says, then nods her head to the side. “We’ll wait for you. Come on, Ryan.”
Yaz leads Ryan and Graham away, the sound of their footsteps echoing and eventually disappearing down the amber-colored halls of the TARDIS.
You sigh again, fishing out your phone from your pocket, and decide to look up some recipes.
A few minutes later, you come to the conclusion that you’re really not an organized person. Standing in the TARDIS kitchen, surrounded by a heap of ingredients that you haphazardly pulled out of the fridge and the pantry, you think to yourself that this is the perfect example of your disorderliness.
After much pacing the TARDIS halls by yourself, phone in hand, you’d eventually decided on a kind of beef stew you had eaten when you were young - your mother had cooked it in soy sauce and lemon juice until it was soft, and you had many fond memories of eating just the sauce over rice when the rest of your family members ate all the meat without you.
You were surprised to find any ingredients, honestly, in the TARDIS kitchen. You had just been getting by with what the Doctor was giving you in your room, which were presumably things she cooked herself (did she even cook?) or some of the leftover “space take-out” Ryan had been complaining about.
As you hold up a vaguely lemon-shaped plant to the light, you realize that maybe not all the produce is human produce. You sniffed the lemon-y plant, scrunching your nose when you come away with the overwhelming acidic smell of citrus. It would have to do.
But thankfully, the TARDIS had onions - which you needed to top the beef stew. Gingerly, you set the onions onto the already overflowing counter, then proceed to sweep the ingredients on the overflowing counter to make space for a cutting board. You try to pick the smallest knife in the cabinet ( there aren’t many, anyway ). Picking up one of the onions, you steady it on the cutting board and start to slice.
But as soon as your knife breaks through the skin of the onion, the familiar smell hits your nose, and when you start to feel your eyes prickle you groan. Maybe you should have prepared better for this.
You slice rings from the onion, and with every slice, your eyes water more and more. By the time you’ve started slicing the second onion, you have hot tears running down your cheeks. They drip from your chin and onto your cutting board. You think dimly that it must be a health hazard to cry onto your vegetables, but you’re going to cook them so it must be alright.
“Anyone in here?”
You nearly drop your knife.
Oh, crap. The Doctor’s familiar voice echoes from outside the kitchen. Instead of comforting you like it usually does, her voice makes your stomach drop to your feet. She didn’t know you had gone outside your room, and more importantly you hadn’t asked for her permission. The Doctor was very fond of making up the rules as she went. Maybe this time she would really enforce that “indefinite bedrest”.
You pick up your knife again and push away the other onion rings to make way for the third, and final, onion. Maybe if I ignore her she’ll just go away.
The sound of footsteps slowly gets louder and louder, turning from boots hitting a metal floor to boots scuffling onto polished tile. The door to the kitchen noisily swings open, creaking with disuse - which it didn’t do when you opened it, what was that about - and then softly swings shut.
You don’t turn around when the Doctor calls your name. She hasn’t said your name since the last time she left you in your room. Or really spoken to you, for that matter, except for when she has to change the bandages on a few scrapes you have that haven’t really healed. You’re not emotionally hurt, or anything, but you’re just -
The Doctor takes a few steps forward, moving a chair that scrapes against the floor.
“I didn’t expect to see you in here,” she says softly, as if not to startle you. “Honestly, no one really uses the kitchen anymore. The TARDIS usually puts it really far away now.”
You hum, staring at the one onion on your cutting board. It’s almost like it’s mocking you - when the Doctor isn’t around, you seem so confident, but the moment she steps into a room you can’t do anything . You can’t even cut a vegetable. You hate to agree with an onion, but for once the vegetable is right.
However, the thought still sends a hint of anger straight towards your heart. Holding your knife with a bit more force than necessary, you send it straight down onto the onion. You regret that when a single whiff of the cut onion makes a few more tears slip out from your eyes, and when you sniff the Doctor practically runs towards you.
Before you know it, the Doctor has placed her hands on your shoulders and turned you around, and for the first time in a few days you see her face. It hits you that you must look terrible - with tears running down your face and your nose and cheeks red and splotchy - so you quickly try to turn back around.
The Doctor pauses, quickly taking her hands off your shoulders. She looks like a child who’s just been caught doing something naughty, when it clearly should be the other way around.
“I’m sorry,” the Doctor gasps. Her shocked expression softens when she notices your tear-stained face. “Are you crying? Why are you crying?”
The Doctor quickly starts to fuss over you, furiously looking you over. She’s not wearing her coat, you notice, when she leans down and you catch a glimpse of her collarbone underneath her shirt. You mentally hit yourself when your mind drifts to thoughts of when she wrapped you in it and if she ever left it in your room.
But the room, unfortunately, still smells of onions, so a few more tears leak out. You sniff again, reaching up to rub your nose, but stop when the Doctor looks up at you.
If there’s ever a time to use the words “puppy-dog eyes”, it’s now , because the Doctor had looked up at you so sadly you’re ready to start actually crying. Worry lines her beautiful features, and when she takes your hand you feel like you’re going to combust.
God, I’ve already kissed this woman and she still manages to make me feel like a little girl with a crush.
“Are you alright?” the Doctor asks, worriedly.
You shake your head, the smell of the onions stinging your nose.
“Is this because I haven’t seen you in a few days? It probably is. Oh, I should have put in that “indefinite bedrest” rule, then maybe you wouldn’t be crying right now - or maybe that would make you cry more -”
The Doctor had been worried about you many, many times before. It was usually in extremely dire situations, and she was usually very serious when she was worried, but now it’s just… cute . Her blonde hair bounces around as she emphatically lists reasons as to why you might be crying, with none of them being any close.
Part of you wants to keep up the charade, because it’s quite cute to see her this worried - then your heart drops when you remember that the last time you had cried was when you were still very much injured and afraid, and that she had looked like she was carrying the weight of the universe when you cried.
She had very good reason to be worried before, and worry never did look any good on her.
“Doctor,” you try with a laugh, wiping the tears off your face, “I was cutting onions .”
Realization dawns on the Doctor’s face, and she lets go of your hand.
“Oh,” she says simply, standing up a little straighter. You see her purse her lips, her eyes glancing to the side - she’s embarrassed, and when you fail to stifle a giggle she actually starts to look offended . “Well, syn-propanethial-S-oxide can be very annoying. I should introduce you to an onion I found on another planet that doesn ’ t release that chemical irritant when cut. Very convenient for chefs, and - what? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Sorry,” you say, stepping to the side and showing her the counter you’d been working on. She scrunches her face at the onions, which you unconsciously mimic, because the cutting wasn’t really that good. The Doctor snatches up the weird citrus fruit you’d picked up and whips out her sonic, giving it a good scan before quickly reading the results and putting the fruit back.
“Just checking if that fruit’s poisonous. Which it isn’t. It may have gone a little bad, though.” The Doctor says, still looking at the table. “Can I have some when you’re done?”
“Always,” you say, and you watch as the Doctor goes still and silent. It’s something that she said to you, a long time ago when you asked her if you could go back to your hometown. Something she said before all of everything happened.
The sight of the Doctor with her back turned is practically beckoning you to come closer.
The Doctor was not really a hugging person. Sure, she received a few hugs from thankful individuals that you met on your adventures, but she never really hugged you, or the rest of the fam. Even when you were injured she never hugged you, but you had chalked that up to your injuries.
She doesn’t move when you place a hand on her elbow, though, so you take that as a sign to keep going. When you wrap one of your arms around her waist, you feel her tense up. When you wrap your other arm around her waist, fully hugging her, you think you feel her breathing hitch.
Sometimes silence speaks louder than words. You can feel the Doctor’s worry practically radiating off her body. You press your face into the Doctor’s back, feeling the soft fabric of her shirt and taking in her scent - which, you discover, is vaguely of honey. The Doctor lifts her hands to lay it over yours.
“You’re worried,” you whisper.
“How can I not be?” the Doctor asks softly. You feel her stroke your hand with her thumb.
“I’m okay, I’m right here,” you say, “ and I’m getting better . Thanks to you.”
The Doctor turns around in your arms. You still have your arms wrapped around her waist, but now that she’s facing you your back hug has turned much more intimate. She lays her hands on your waist, not bringing you any closer but not pushing you away either.
This was the Doctor, brave and reckless and unique, and she was sad .
“You don’t have to be worried.” You smile, unwrapping one of your arms and raising a hand to her face. She doesn’t flinch away at your touch. “It’s just onions.”
“It’s just onions,” she repeats, finally breaking out into a smile. She reaches up to grasp the hand that’s resting on her face, looking both surprised and in awe.
I love you, you think, and all you know is that even if you’re not ready to say it yet, you already feel so loved.
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Hi may i request angst 13th x reader? In which reader is her companion from before who turned a villain n 13th caught, imprison u in the vault (like missy's cage). She said she has a duty of care toward u n plan to fix u. But u wont have none of that. Anyway the fam stumble across ur prison n doubt the doctor for having a prisoner aboard the tardis in secret. What happen next is up to u. Thanks.
the relationship part of this is literally just mentioned. Also mild angst
After spending months in your little prison the Doctor was at least nice enough to provide you with entertainment. A couple of books here, a video game system there, and enough vinyl records to keep you sain for the many days you’d be spending in your makeshift containment. Yet, you found yourself bored, almost sad really, the Doctor hadn’t come to visit you in days and really she had been your main source of entertainment for a while now. You used to travel together, just the two of you, she had picked you up and had taken you to see the wonders of the universe. But the universe was so fragile. You were never a good person, ever since the decimation of your planet you found that being a good person got you nowhere.
It started off small at first, when the Doctor was in danger you found that the only way to help her would be to do what she refused. You’ve killed a lot of people in her name, you thought she’d be proud of you. She had loved you once, or so you thought, but in the end, you assumed the way she treated you was because of loneliness, her kisses were just a side effect of that. You knew she’d find someone better soon, another group of friends to disown you for, so you ran.
And out of anger and jealousy, and hatred, you destroyed. In the end, she caught you, on some planet where the sky burnt and fire raged across its cities, and now, here you were. She thought she could help you, you don’t think she ever understood the way you felt about her. She used to visit you all the time, used to pretend she could make you ‘better’, you resented her for it. Now though, as you sit in your prison you can hear the laughter of those she replaced you with and you wanted nothing more than to slaughter them, watch her hearts break as her new friends died at your hand. Or maybe, you were just bored.
It worked like this; every time one of them would pass by your room you’d knock on the door. Simple. One small knock at a time, at first they never even noticed it, but the more frequent it became the more you piqued their curiosity. Humans, so simple. When they shuffled to the door you’d stop, and wait, and they’d leave again.
Until one day, you didn’t stop. Instead, you played your favorite song. You could practically feel their confusion, heard their footsteps as they paced the door looking for a way in. and then, it slid open with a woosh and in the room, you sat, feet propped on on your coffee table as you watched three curious humans enter your room entirely unawares. It was the girl who noticed you first. “Oh finally!” you said, catching the other’s attention as you placed your hand on your head dramatically, “I’ve been locked in here forever! Could you be a dear and go get the Doctor for me?” you smirked, watching as the girl’s mouth fell open.
“Wh-who are you?” she asked, taking a cautious step forward. Ah, the leader perhaps? Or maybe the stupidest one.
“An old friend,” you hiss, watching as she flinched at your words, “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“I’m Yaz, this is Ryan and Graham and wow- does the Doctor usually keep people in her ship?”
“Only her favorites,” as if on cue the Doctor runs into the room in a state of panic, only to relax once she finds that you have yet to actually murder her pets.
“I was wondering where you all had gone to,” she said, and you wave lazily at her.
“My dear, you’ve been gone ages! I’ve been so awfully bored, and here I see you’ve found new pets,” you growl, standing up from your seat and marching over to her, “have you found more to cure?” The Doctor stares you down unflinching, a hint of sadness in her eyes. Her companion clears her throat, and the Doctor turns her attention away from you to look at her.
“You guys should head back..” she says, a hint of warning in her voice.
“Who are they, Doctor?” Yaz asks, straightening herself, challenging her. Oh, you loved this. Not so obedient after all, you could just see how it upsets her, you wriggle in excitement. The Doctor glares at you, it only serves to make your smile grow. She sighs, shaking her head and turning back to her new friends.
“(Y/N),” she says, “she’s just..an old friend.” The answer must not have been satisfying because the companions all but rolled their eyes at her.
“Do you keep all your old friends in secret vaults?” you giggle, pushing passed the Doctor to wrap an arm around Yaz. You feel them both tense.
“Oh, she sure does! I’m not even the first! You’ll be in here too if you step out of line.”
“That’s enough!” the Doctor growls, grabbing your arm she pulls you away from Yaz and forces you to her side. You snatch your arm away from her, fixing her with a glare. For a while its a staredown, the Doctor challenging you to try something. There’s no way out of this, this is her jurisdiction, but you can try another tactic.
“I’ve been so lonely, Doctor,” you say, fake sadness in your voice, “why haven’t you come to see me? Do you not like me anymore? Am I not enough for you?” Her resolve almost breaks, you watch as her shoulders fall. Slowly you inch towards her, cupping her cheek with your hand, “have I ever been enough for you?” the Doctor sucks in a breath, and for a moment you think you’ve won. Then, she’s pushing your hand away from her face, her eyes cold as she steps back over to her friends and ushers them out.
“That won’t work on me,” she says, “you’re too dangerous to be let out.”
“So what!?” you growl, pacing the room like a caged animal, “you’ll keep me here? For how long Doctor? How long can that sit in your conscience!” Her friends are looking at her pensively now, but her attention isn’t on them. She says nothing to you as she shuts the door, but you’ve planted a seed in the minds of her companions, now all you have to do is watch it grow.
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Good morning, all!! 🌷 Who's ready for something new? This request took some time, I'll admit... largely due to me knowing exactly zero things about the seventeenth century. 😅 But we got there in the end!! Here you are, anon. ♡ I hope it was worth the wait!
“Well, then… we’re all going to need a change of dress, aren’t we?” you ask, gobsmacked. Your eyes are as wide as can be as you take in the spectacular sights before you. Needless to say, the… the castle that you’ve found yourself standing smack in the middle of is quite a lot to take in.
You and the gang had just landed a few years inside of seventeenth century England, and while you weren’t entirely sure whether The Doctor had had a specific mark in mind apart from the year, this was quite the first impression. Wherever and whatever this building actually was, it was an absolute spectacle, complete with quirky furniture, extravagant velvet drapes, and very regal, very expensive-looking artifacts strewn all about.
In the face of all of it, your wardrobe likely shouldn’t have been the first thing on your mind. No — your wardrobe should definitely not have been the first thing on your mind. No matter how true that might have been, though, it was safe to say that you felt just a hair out of place in your very casual jeans and tee-shirt — thus your suggestion of an outfit-change. There was no way you were the only one, was there?
“I think Y/N is right,” Graham pipes up, and you turn to cast a smile his way, grateful for his acknowledgement.
“Could be fun, anyways, couldn’t it?” Yaz says, and you nod your head happily as you meet her gaze.
“Right?” you reply, and then turn toward The Doctor, who appears to be cautiously surveying the area as she so often does upon finding herself someplace new. “I thought so too! Like a bit of dress up. What’dya say, Doctor?”
“Eh,” she says with a shrug, and you don’t make an effort to hide the disappointment on your face at that. “I reckon I’m alright,” she goes on to say, sparing a glance back at the four of you. She smiles in a quietly amused way as she meets your eyes, first, and then looks on to the rest of the group to take in their reactions.
“Oh, c’mon, love,” you tease. You don’t hesitate to pout a bit when her eyes find yours once more. You’ve had to put in a bit of work to get your way with her in the past — surely it wouldn’t be all that hard to persuade her today. “Have a bit of fun, won’t you? You never play dress up with us.”
The Doctor makes a face in response to that, something still a little amused but quite a bit offended, too. She’s about to respond (more than likely with something witty, as is her trademark), but Ryan cuts her off before she gets the chance.
“Maybe because she may as well be playing dress-up with her usual getup, eh?” he suggests with a smirk, and she abruptly turns a not-at-all-amused glare on him.
“Oi! Don’t go dissing the getup,” she retorts, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. “If anything, you lot dress way too casually to be traveling through time and space.”
“It’s not an insult, though — just a fact,” Yaz pipes up. “Your style is a whole lot quirkier than any of ours.”
There’s a smile on her face, and Graham’s (even despite the fact that everything else about his expression clearly says “I’m not about to get involved in this conversation”). You can see in The Doctor’s eyes that she wants to argue her point further, but you don’t let it get that far. You’re in a bleedin’ castle, for goodness sake, and you’re not about to let the opportunity to feel a bit like royalty pass you by.
“Well, no matter who’s coming with! I’m going to have a go at the wardrobe,” you declare, flashing first The Doctor and then the rest of the gang a happy smile as you turn on your heel to head back in the direction of the TARDIS. Yaz, Ryan, and Graham are hot on your heels, evidently very onboard with your plan, and the moment The Doctor realizes that she’s the only one not on the way back into the TARDIS, she groans out loud.
“Oh, fine,” she grumbles, finally pocketing her screwdriver and hurrying to catch up with the lot of you. You’re not entirely sure if she actually plans to take part in the dressing up bit, but you hope nonetheless; she’s never been one to allow herself to be left out, after all. And that aside… while you would never freely admit it, you would definitely have liked to see her in a manner of dress from this century. You happened to know for a fact the ladies’ attire consisted of tightly-laced dresses with an abundance of lace and flowing skirts, and blimey — wouldn’t that have been a sight.
The five of you make it into the wardrobe in just a few minutes’ time, and in a few seconds’ time the racks and racks of clothing are being rifled through like nobody’s business. You definitely hear the TARDIS spout a dissatisfied vworp or two at that, but you don’t pay it any mind; you’ve seen The Doctor in the midst of the occasional wardrobe change a few times before, and you’re certain that the chaos of this is nothing new for her.
Yaz and Ryan are deep in the throws of a discussion about proper fashion for the seventeenth century while Graham quietly looks through different sections of clothing, and you can hardly help but smile at the sight of it — of everyone looking so genuinely pleased. It’s something that the lot of you don’t do often enough, you think, the dressing up bit; there’ve been plenty of times that you’ve all gone back (or forward) to periods of time with a dress entirely different from your time’s, but you can count the times you’ve actually dressed for the occasion on one hand, and in your opinion, there’s something very off about that particular ratio.
You’re only just beginning to venture into your own little corner of the TARDIS’s wardrobe when a familiar hand finds yours, effectively stopping your progress before it begins.
“Is this dressed up enough for ya, love?” The Doctor asks. There’s a hint of sarcasm to her voice, but the swell of excitement that bubbles up in your chest is instantaneous nonetheless. All of your own plans to find an outfit go forgotten as you whirl around to face her, more than excited to see what sort of costume she’s drummed up. You wind up thoroughly surprised, in the end; it’s due in part to the fact that she had actually, properly dressed up, yes, but there’s also the fact that she’s dressed rather a lot like a pirate.
You weren’t sure what you should have expected.
“It’s… it’s dressed up, alright,” you admit, taking a step back in favor of having a good look at her. In her defense, she definitely doesn’t look bad. It’s just…
“It’s very appropriate, if I do say so myself,” she says with a proud smile, brushing what dust she can manage off of the old clothes.
All of your own shock aside, you mirror her smile, because blimey… it might not be what you had expected, but she just looks so chuffed with herself, and in the same way that she manages to wear her quirky everyday clothing like some leggy model wearing Gucci, she pulls the whole look off rather effortlessly.
“It might be a bit… Captain Hook, if I’m totally honest,” you say, reaching out to touch the shoulder of the outfit. It looks to consist of several layers top to bottom, and none of them look particularly soft, or comfortable — not apart from the silky-looking shirt underneath, anyways.
“Now that’s just inaccurate,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. The look on her face is something of a pout, and it only softens the smile on your face.
“Is it?” you ask in a manner equal parts rhetoric and a bit flirtatious, dragging your fingertips across her shoulder, toward her collarbone. You toy with the ruffled collar of her shirt for a moment, watching her expression closely as you do so. She drops her arms to her sides (without much thinking about it, it seems) and leans in a bit closer to you; she still looks mildly offended, but it’s definitely a bit softer than it had been moments before.
“Yes, it is! If I’m any character in that particular story, it’s obviously Peter himself,” she insists. Her smile has begun to break through her stony expression by now, and you cock your head to one side, faux curious as you admire it.
“Oh, obviously, hm?” you echo her, pure innocence as you touch the lapels of her hefty coat with your idle hand.
She seems to catch onto your ruse, then, because rather than arguing the point any further she spares a glance down at your hands on her, watching them with interest for a moment before meeting your gaze with narrowed eyes.
“You—!” she begins, pointing a very accusatory finger your way. She’s grinning regardless, though, and you grin right along with her as you watch the gleam in her eyes rekindle along with the full warmth of her smile. “You just wanted to get a rise out of me!”
She leans in closer to you, still, as she reaches her conclusion, and you shrug your shoulders as she shifts from waggling that finger in your face to tracing your jawline with it.
“It worked, didn’t it?” you ask. She rolls her eyes and bops the tip of your nose with that same fingertip.
“Always does, with you,” she admits, and leans in to give your lips a soft kiss.
You smile into it, promptly gripping the collar of her shirt with both hands and holding on tightly.
The kiss has only just begun to deepen when from a few feet away, there’s a chorus of faux-disgusted noises, coming from both Yaz and Ryan.
“Are you pair sure you wouldn’t rather just get a bloody room and let us do all the exploring?” Yaz asks, and you pull away from The Doctor with a snort.
“Right, like I’m going to let you lot gallivant about a literal castle without me,” you say, rolling your eyes at your friends. You don’t part from The Doctor before you’ve planted one more sugar-sweet kiss on her lips, however — how could you?
It doesn’t take you a very long to find a dress on the rack that you like, and before you know it you’re dressed to the nines. The outfit you’ve picked out is proper extravagant, complete with a full, heavy hoop skirt and a very real corset. The corset bit had been a bit of a challenge, because you had never had to lace a corset before, and as it had turned out, neither had The Doctor. What it had come down to had been you and Yaz and The Doctor fussing over the old thing for around 20 minutes while Graham and Ryan has sat off to the side, laughing themselves blue in the face.
“ThisIs the reason I’ve never made a real effort to figure out women’s fashion,” The Doctor had muttered, trying her best to keep your corset in place while Yaz had tugged at its lacing. “Well, this and the fact that I didn’t actually have any reason to think about it for a thousand-plus years.”
“I’m just glad I didn’t grow up in this century,” Yaz had grunted, tugging harder. “No bloody way I’d do this every day. I’d sooner die.”
“I can’t breathe,” you had wheezed, because at that moment the corset had gotten just a little bit too tight.
It had all come together in the end, after a whole lot of sweat and likely a few tears on your part, and you had a whole lot more fun with the accessorizing part of things. Apparently the people of the seventeenth century were big fans of jewelry and ornamentation, and being able to deck yourself out in lace and (very) gaudy jewelry had been more fun than you could have imagined.
Following the struggle with your dress Yaz had chosen to follow The Doctor’s lead and stick to the men’s typical dress. It left you the odd man out, but you didn’t mind very much — you had always been one to enjoy sticking out a bit, anyways.
Something like forty-five minutes later you were on your way out once again, and this time, stepping into the regal-looking building, you felt absolutely ecstatic. You allow yourself to have a bit of fun with the whole thing, twirling this way and that as you take a handful of steps outside of the TARDIS.
“That’s definitely more like it,” you say, much more to yourself than to anyone else. You hear your mates laugh from a few feet behind you regardless, though, and it only causes your smile to grow.
“You look a bit like a princess, Y/N,” Graham comments, and you grin, full on.
“I rather feel like one,” you say, lifting the skirt of your dress up just a bit and giving one final twirl about.
“I might be jealous if I didn’t know full well that you can’t breathe properly right now,” Yaz pipes up, and you snort, because it’s not entirely untrue.
“It’s pretty well worth it though, I reckon,” you say, and when you hear The Doctor give a thoughtful hum, you look her way. You find her eyeing you up, not the least bit subtle, and your cheeks grow warm at that.
“I have to agree,” she says, and you giggle bashfully as you backtrack a bit, happily returning to her side. She takes your hand in hers and presses a rather sweet kiss to your knuckles, and you couldn’t be more content.
“So,” Ryan chimes in, making to tuck his hands into his jumper’s pockets as he so often does, and promptly giving up when he remembers that the eccentric outfit he’s wearing does not, in fact, have proper pockets. “Where to?”
—————-> ————————->
You only get a bit of wandering about done, in the end. As it so often goes, things begin to go askew not far into your little escapade.
You’ve wandered a hallway or two, and spent a good little while marveling at the castle and all of its showy trinkets before there’s really any problems.
You had only just finished struggling to navigate a very large, very lavish spiral staircase (with very little help from your weighty dress) when you had come to what had looked like an exit, and you had all been excited, because the outside of the castle had looked just as dazzling as the inside. As it had happened, though, it’d been just as you’d made your way out into what looked quite a bit like a large, lovely courtyard that you’d run into trouble.
Well — it’s not trouble, not really. Not compared to some of the extraterrestrial things that you tended to run into, anyhow. What you come upon is a sizable group of what could very well be guards, and it’s not very long before they make a point of posing an obstacle.
“Oi, stop right there,” one of them commands, and pulls a sword from his belt. You blink, startled, and stay close to your friends, who all take a few stumbled steps backward.
“How come we didn’t think to pick up a couple of swords?” Ryan hisses under his breath, and you hear The Doctor scoff.
“Don’t be stupid, Ryan,” she says under her breath. “Swords are just big knives, and—“
“—only idiots carry knives,” you finish for her, and she flashes you a smile.
“Exactly right, Y/N,” she says, reaching for your hand and giving it a comforting squeeze before righting herself and slipping toward the front of the group in favor of addressing the guards. She raises a hand in greeting and her smile is as friendly as ever as she speaks up.
“Why hello, gentleman,” she greets them. She doesn’t flinch when every last one of them raises their swords — how, you don’t think you’ll ever understand. “My sincerest apologies — there’s really no need for all of that. My mates and I have gotten a bit turned around, you see. We were just making our way out.”
The explanation is as confident and smooth as ever, but the guards don’t seem to be buying it. The entire group is still on the offense, weapons poised and gazes suspicious as they eye the lot of you up.
A few of them begin to mutter amongst themselves, gesturing between The Doctor and Yaz, and you’d have been willing to bet that they were discussing your friends’ manner of dress. It wasn’t exactly typical, after all, for two women to be roaming around dressed like men.
“Very well, madam,” one of them says with clear disdain, and inwardly, you roll your eyes, because of course you’d been right. “But I’m much more concerned with how exactly you wound up inside of a royal residence — you must agree that it’s all quite suspicious.”
You share an irritated look with Yaz at that, because it all feels absurd, frankly.
“I knew it was a castle,” Ryan says under his breath as he gives you an excited nudge or two with one elbow. The Doctor, however; scoffs, clearly having caught onto the guard’s condescending attitude.
“I always forget how you lot treat women in this day and age,” she grumbles, and you smirk. “I just told you, didn’t I? We got turned around. We aren’t exactly from around these parts.”
She’s a bit more insistent than friendly, this time around, and you don’t blame her. If you and Yaz aren’t used to being treated like second class citizens because of your gender, then The Doctor certainly wouldn’t have been accustomed.
The look of the guard indicates that his next response won’t be anything different, and The Doctor seems to be onto that already, because the next thing she does is reach into her overcoat for her psychic paper.
“Look, I’ve got identification right here, yes? Official tour guide at your service, lads,” she begins.
You blink at that, because typically, The Doctor would certainly have picked a title more official than “tour guide”. That’s not the first thing you notice, however, because in the same moment that The Doctor pulls out her psychic paper, her sonic catches on the little wallet and takes a tumble out of her coat.
It hits the ground with a soft thud, and your eyes go wide at that, because it doesn’t just hit the ground and lay at her feet, no; it hits the ground and rolls forward, toward the group of armed guards. You open your mouth to warn her on instinct, but it doesn’t do a terrible lot of good. She hasn’t noticed yet that her screwdriver has gone rogue, and by the time you’re able to give her a subtle tap on the shoulder, it’s too late.
One of the guards takes notice of the small, silvery device that’s landed by his feet, and he momentarily lowers his sword in favor of of stooping to pick it up.
It takes The Doctor a good bit longer to notice, as she’s both attempting to figure out what you’d been trying to tell her and making her best effort to chat all of you out of the sticky situation you were currently in, but she catches on soon enough.
“Sir, take a look at this,” the man who had picked up the sonic says, gesturing with it to draw his superior’s attention. The head of the group of guards pauses mid-accusation to take a look, and, well — its all downhill from there.
“What in the lord’s name—“ he begins, but pauses to stare in awe when he accidentally hits the one of screwdriver’s two buttons and its tip begins to spin and glow its warm golden color.
“It fell from her doublet,” the lower-ranking guard explains, and each and every guard’s gaze snaps toward The Doctor, who still looks a tad startled.
“Well, I’m not surprised she’s keeping secrets,” he mumbles, eyes narrowed as he gives first The Doctor, and then the rest of you yet another judgmental once-over. The Doctor scoffs at that, tucking her psychic paper away once more and gesturing toward her sonic.
“First of all, no secrets — I’ve not been lying to you,” she points out. “Secondly — that’s my screwdriver and I’d like it back, please.”
Both the guard and his troop look spectacularly confused at that. He proceeds to flip the screwdriver over in his hands, hitting the button a time or two more as he does so.
“Screw... driver,” he mutters, and you hear The Doctor grumble at that.
“Blimey, that’s right — your average screwdriver doesn’t come about until the 1930s,” she grunts. She recovers soon enough, though, and it’s not long before she’s smiling at the guards once more. “Doesn’t matter, though. Sir, that device won’t be of any use nor value to you. It also doesn’t belong to you. Now, can I please have it back so that my friends and I can be on our way?”
“I don’t think so, Miss. You’re trespassing on these grounds,” the guard says, and promptly tucks The Doctor’s sonic into his coat. “You may well have stolen this artifact, for all we know.”
“I believe we would do well to check in with our Lord about all of this, sir,” a third guard suggests, gesturing toward the lot of you.
The Doctor makes a clearly frustrated noise in response to that, and she looks as though she’s going to argue, but the small troop of guards doesn’t give her the opportunity to do so.
“Quite right. You and your... friends are going to need to come with us,” their leader goes on to say. The Doctor rolls her eyes at that but turns her gaze on you all nonetheless, looking mildly apologetic.
“M’afraid we’ll have to do what they tell us for the time being, gang,” she says, and the group collectively sighs.
“S’always something, innit?” Graham says, and you snort softly.
“Oi, we’ll get to see more of the castle, at least,” you suggest, because it’s true, isn’t it? You find The Doctor smiling at you when you turn back to face her, and you offer her a sly wink along with your hand.
“She’s not wrong,” Ryan shrugs, and you’re about to cast another bit of wit to the wind when you’re interrupted by the palace security once again.
“Right then, let’s be on our way,” Guard #1 says, just as a few of the others come ‘round your small group to effectively box you in.
Most of them still have their swords drawn, so you don’t bother making a ruckus as you walk, holding The Doctor’s hand tightly in your own. You aren’t terribly nervous; these are only humans, after all, and given your broad spectrum of experience with making quick escapes from hostile situations, it shouldn’t be much trouble.
The only real challenge, now, would be retrieving The Doctor’s sonic.
The guards lead you back inside of the castle, and down a select few corridors before they pile you into a relatively small room, which you assume must been the seventeenth-century royal equivalent of an interrogation room. It might not have been furnished specifically for that purpose, though, because more than anything, it just looked like a very small, very old-fashioned study. It’s lowly lit, and there are a few old chairs scattered about, and they all have the same sort of antique-y look as the rest of the place.
“We’re supposed to have a meet with a king here?” Ryan asks, hushed. The majority of the guards have already piled out of the room (apart from one, left posted inside to keep watch of you), but it never hurt to keep your voices low, you supposed.
“You really think we’ll be meeting with a king?” Yaz asks, looking skeptical.
“I should hope not,” Graham weighs in, “I’d have picked a nicer outfit if I’d have thought we’d be facing royalty.”
“Not likely it’ll be an actual king. They did say Lord,” The Doctor says. She doesn’t bother to keep her voice down — not that she often does. “And castles actually started off as a militant sort of thing. Fire was such a common threat when it came to the homes of so many lords and other highborns that they started building their fortresses out of stone instead of wood.”
“So..?” Yaz urges her on, and The Doctor looks her way with a shrug.
“So whoever we’re meeting’s probably just going to be the lord who’s been given control of this area by the actual king,” she explains. You hum thoughtfully at that, smoothing your hands across the fabric of your dress as you think it over.
You’ve got to wonder where all of this is going; while you weren’t sure the guards would have let you go either way, it would surely be a challenge to persuade them now that they had a real leverage over you — over The Doctor.
While you could have left without the sonic (because it wasn’t likely that anyone from this century would have been able to operate it properly), you knew full well that she wouldn’t have wanted that. The Doctor had always talked so proudly about how she’d made her handiest tool herself; there was something sentimental about it, you knew, and it would likely have taken quite an event to convince her to leave without it.
There was still the psychic paper, you supposed — perhaps between a bit of “proof” and The Doctor’s smooth-talking, it wouldn’t be as difficult as you might have anticipated.
And, still — these were only humans. And humans that weren’t posing any real threat to you, at that.
“So what’s the plan then, Doc?” Graham asks, looking just as worried as ever regardless of the situation. The Doctor turns a smile on him (just like she always does), about to provide him with a handful of reassuring words when the door to your small, makeshift interrogation room bursts open and the ruckus returns.
The guards are back, and this time they’re led by a man much more regally dressed than anyone else in the room. The clothing he wears is much better fitted (although that could been because it had actually been fitted for him) and far more ornamental — decorated with gold, jewels, fur... the whole lot. He also wore something that looked vaguely like a crown, and carried an expensive-looking staff in one hand.
In his other hand he held The Doctor’s screwdriver, and upon entering the room, he pointed it in the direction, somewhat predictably, of Graham; the wrong person entirely.
“I presume you can tell me what the purpose of this trinket is?” he says — in a very high-and-mighty way for someone who isn’t even a proper king, you think.
“Mate, I’ve been doing this for quite some time now, and I couldn’t even begin to explain most of the things that I see in a day,” Graham says, and then gestures toward The Doctor, who’s already grinning. “You might want to ask the woman who made it to explain it to you.”
Lord-Whoever-He-Might-Be turns to look at The Doctor, then, obviously skeptical of the situation, and with pursed lips, he holds the sonic out toward her, instead.
“Very well,” he says, very clearly displeased at the fact that the person with the knowledge he wants just so happens to be female. You can hardly help but snort at that — a bit less than subtle, you’ll admit, but it’s not likely he’ll pay you much attention anyhow. “You created this, then?”
The Doctor only continues to smile at him, cheerful as ever in the face of judgement. “I did,” she says proudly, nodding toward the sonic. “Patent pending and all of that.”
The Lord squints at her, and you smile when you realize that it’s quite likely that he hasn’t any idea what The Doctor means. That’s how you know she’s lost her patience with a situation, you think — when she doesn’t even begin to bother censoring herself.
“Tell me then,” he begins, and turns his primary focus back on the screwdriver. “What is it for? Is it a weapon?”
The Doctor scoffs. “Quite the opposite,” she says, arms folded across her chest. You have to admit, you’re rather shocked that she hasn’t simply snatched it out of this pompous bloke’s hands, but then — there is an armed guard just a few feet away. Perhaps sudden movements wouldn’t have been the wisest execution of her goal. “It’s only a tool. Although — only isn’t really the best word to put in front of it. Terribly inaccurate, because it’s not onlya tool, it’s me handiest tool.”
The Lord gives her an odd look, but doesn’t say anything more. Instead, he goes on to hit each of the sonic’s buttons a time or two, just the way that the guard had done earlier. You snicker under your breath at that — at the way that both of these men seem to have been completely and utterly captivated by what their personal knowledge could only allow them to see as a small, shiny object.
Typical,you think.
“Pray tell, madam, what cause could this… invention possibly be useful to?” he says, finally, clearly not about to budge without being given some sort of detail.
And The Doctor, well... she just isn’t having it.
“My cause;” she says, quite simply. “Which frankly, sir, isn’t really any of your business. Now, please give me back my sonic before I get cross with you.”
She holds out her hand for the screwdriver as she speaks, but Mr. Pompous holds his ground. He doesn’t actually say anything in response to her demand, but he doesn’t give the sonic back to The Doctor, either; in fact, he proceeds to fiddle with it, avoiding her gaze like some sort of petulant child.
She gives him another moment, bless her, but just as she’s gearing up to speak again (with every intention of giving him a good telling off, you’d have guessed) he decides to open his mouth once again.
“Not until you give me a proper explanation for all of this,” he says, sounding as high and mighty as ever, and that… that’s when you decide you’ve had enough — of being stuck in this dusty room, of the way that this quote-unquote Lord was talking to The Doctor — of the whole bloody thing. It had put a real damper on your day.
“Look, mate — you heard what she said. It’s a tool, her tool, and the rest is none of your business,” you say, as blunt and to the point as possible. “Now, hand it over, would you?”
His eyes are on you in the next instant, wide with surprise. At first, it seems as though he simply hadn’t expected you to speak; why would you have, after all? You were meant to be a lady — at least, that was what his outdated expectations had probably told him. You hold your ground and stare him down, expecting him to either concede or come back at you with another bit of snark.
Much to your surprise, he does neither of those things. There’s a fraction of a second during which he gives you a mildly offended look, but it doesn’t take long for that air of defensiveness to dissolve into something far more off-putting.
You watch as his eyes slide from the stony expression on your face down toward the tightly laced bodice of your dress, and in those few seconds, his perception of you becomes more than clear. A few too many seconds later he meets your eyes again, and the smile on his face is nothing short of predatory.
“Well you’re dressed properly, at least,” he says, and you couldn’t have stifled your scowl if you’d tried. The rest of the gang seem to be on the same page; Graham and Ryan shuffle uncomfortably, Yaz visibly prickles, and The Doctor... you can feel The Doctor’s energy shift in an instant.
Where there had been mild annoyance before, there was now bitter anger. It rolled off of her in waves, so much so that there was no way everyone else in the room didn’t feel it, too.
“And why do I get the feeling that that won’t make any difference in whether or not you hear me?” you say with a roll of your eyes. You make a point of reaching for The Doctor’s hand once more with the intention of calming her, even if it’s just marginally. After all, no matter how... unfortunate this bloke’s attitude was, making a scene was still not likely to be the best course of action.
“Oh, I could be persuaded to listen, among other things,” Lord-Whomever says, waggling his eyebrows. “So long as you were the one doing the persuading.”
You very nearly scoff at that; you’ve never been one to keep your displeasure with unwanted advances at bay, after all. However, his choice of words gives you an idea. You’re not entirely certain it’ll work, but you think it’s probably worth a shot.
When you were interested, you knew how to flirt. You’d have counted yourself very good at it, in fact. The Doctor wouldn’t have liked the idea of it, you knew, but if your flirting with some entitled, unimportant twat meant getting her sonic back and getting out of here? It would be well worth it.
In just a coupe of seconds’ time you school your expression, settling for neutral with a smile as you allowed your gaze to settle upon the castle’s Lord. Before you allow yourself to settle into your course of action you make sure to give The Doctor’s hand a tight squeeze, doing your damndest to convey with everything in you that she shouldn’t at all think into what was about to happen.
“Oh?” you begin, dropping The Doctor’s hand following one final brush of your thumb across her knuckles. You take a step forward, effectively putting yourself in the space of the man who’s been so determined to turn himself into a human road block for you and your friends. He looks to be visibly startled at this, which isn’t the biggest surprise, if you’re honest; after all, he doesn’t exactly seem like the type of man who would be accustomed to women being forward with him. “Well, how fortunate for you that I happen to know a thing or two about the persuasion of men.”
You hear a choked noise from behind you that you think comes from Graham or Ryan, and a snort that almost certainly comes from Yaz. There’s an unusual lack of a reaction from The Doctor, and you try to assume the best of that, because maybe it means that she’s understood what you were trying to convey to her. Either way, you don’t think too much of it, because there’s no way your plan
will go over properly if you’re distracted.
“I don’t find that hard to believe in the least, madame,” the Lord says, and takes a step toward you. He reaches a hand out to fiddle with one of the strands of your hair that’s fallen loose from your messy updo. It’s a real battle not to shrink away from the touch; it’s forward, too forward, and to say that it unsettles you would have been an understatement. Even the guards avert their gazes and shuffle uncomfortably, and you have to wonder if they’re accustomed to putting up with this type of behavior from their leader.
Quite fortunately for you, his forwardness works to your advantage. It allows you to take another half a step forward, and to reach out for the lapels of his coat without it looking like anything too suspicious. He’s so focused on your face and your apparent advances that he hardly notices when you quietly slip your hand into the very pocket that you had seen him tuck The Doctor’s screwdriver into. Once you have a firm grip on the sonic, you pull it out of his pocket and take a sizable step back in one swift motion. There’s a smug smile on your face as you return to The Doctor’s side and hold the sonic out to her proudly.
“You see? Barely had to say a word,” you say. The group of men you had just very thoroughly swindled all stand bolt upright, staring with wide eyes as The Doctor takes her sonic back and pockets it.
Lord-Whomever makes a thoroughly offended noise, looking a whole lot like a spoiled child as he points an accusatory finger your way.
“Witch!” he exclaims, positively red in the face. You grin.
“Nah mate, you’re just gullible,” Ryan chimes in, and you snort.
The man looks like he’s about to say something more, but before he gets the chance The Doctor cuts in.
“And before you go ordering your little troop to wrangle us up — don’t,” she says. There’s a definite bite in her voice that seems to catch the lot of them off guard, and it definitely works to your advantage. “We’ve done nothing wrong, here, and you can’t have us arrested for reclaiming our own property.”
The Lord fish-mouths at that, and with a smile equal parts proud and smug, you move to take The Doctor’s hand once more.
“You heard her,” Yaz says confidently. “We demand to be released.“
“And we’ll be on our way and out of your hair in no time,” Graham pipes up, and you smile happily. On an average day there isn’t anything in the world you’d trade your little family for, and today is no exception.
Mr. Lordly seems to want to argue, to start, but before he can even get his bearings his head guard is piping up to tell him that your lot is right — that they can’t lawfully hold you prisoner when you haven’t done anything wrong.
He simmers down fairly quickly following that, and with a pointed glare in your direction, he nods his head.
“Very well. Let’s be on our way, men,” he says, already turning toward the door indignantly. “I trust one of you will see these trespassers out.”
“No need, lads,” The Doctor says, sounding much less biting, now, and a lot more plain irritated. “We’re plenty capable of seeing ourselves out.”
Each and every person in the small troop of guards hesitates, just for a second, but in the end it seems they decide that arguing isn’t actually worth the trouble. You’re thankful for that, obviously, because you couldn’t very well leave the TARDIS lying about the castle, could you? It was the last thing you needed a big-headed lord and his guards stumbling upon.
Your friends seem to breathe a collective sigh of relief the moment you’re all left alone in the small room; Yaz smiles and shakes her head, Graham relaxes, and Ryan snorts, sidestepping to clap a hand over your shoulder.
“Well done, Y/N,” he says with a laugh. You shrug your shoulders, laughing along with him as you take a moment to relax as well.
“Further proof that men will never be hard to fool,” Yaz pipes up, and reaches your way for a quick high-five. Graham and Ryan each make a mildly offended noise at that, but they don’t argue, and you can’t help but have a laugh at that.
You expect The Doctor to chime in as well, perhaps to give her two cents about her experience as a man; but she doesn’t. In fact, she’s unusually quiet, even though there’s a small smile on her face. You make a point of smiling her way, anyhow, and she responds by giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
You all linger about for a moment or two more, chatting amongst yourselves and waiting patiently for your militant friends to get themselves a safe distance away; there needn’t be any conflict on the short trek back to the TARDIS, after all, and it’s a good opportunity to talk over the remainder of the day’s plan, anyways.
It’s not long before you’re on the move once again, though, on your way back into the castle’s common area at The Doctor’s suggestion.
“Best get a shift on, then, gang,” she says. She brushes her thumb across your knuckles as she says it, effectively drawing your attention to her, and you smile. “We’ll park the TARDIS outside of the castle and go forward from there.”
Everyone nods their agreement, and with that, they turn and head for the door. You’re close behind, and The Doctor is, too, to start, but just as you’re about to set foot outside the room, things take an unexpected turn.
The Doctor still has ahold of your hand, and she uses that to her advantage, stopping a good few feet from the door and pulling you back toward her sharply.
A surprised noise escapes you as the door swings shut behind Graham, and your eyes are wide as you’re whirled around to face The Doctor once more. You mean to ask her what’s going on, what’s wrong, but you don’t actually have the opportunity to get a word out before you’re being crowded against the wall behind you.
Before you can really even process it, The Doctor has a firm grip on your waist and she’s pressing you tight against the old wooden door, and the last thing you see before her lips meet yours is her eyes, alight with a fiery determination.
The kiss is passionate, to say the least, a positively hungry thing, and the sound that spills out of you is (very) likely a bit obscene. Her hands move from your waist to your hips — that is, until you reach out to cradle her jaw. It’s then that she takes it upon herself to snatch your hands up in hers. Her fingers slot together with your own as she presses her body to yours and pins your arms up above your head, and it drags a whimper out of you. Not so suddenly, you find yourself feeling very, very warm, and you want nothing more than to beg her to get you the hell out of your bloody dress. Between your wardrobe and hers, it’s one too many layers; especially when you’re so close, and she’s kissing you like this, and all you really want to be feeling is her skin.
It’s about the time you start to writhe against her that she lets up (not by your request — not by a long shot). Her grip on your hands loosens, and she trails her fingertips first along your forearms, just for a moment before she allows her arms to drop in favor of touching your cheeks gently as she draws herself back from the kiss and away from you.
Well — not away from you entirely; not really. Just enough to allow for a bit of breathing space, more like.
Your tongue is in knots even as you open up your eyes and get a start catching your breath. You’re fairly certain you’ll be red in the face for the remainder of the day, but luckily for you, The Doctor doesn’t seem to expect you to speak. She resettles her hands upon your waist and pulls you in close to her, where she allows you to rest as your heartbeat slows back to normal and the thrill of the moment wears off.
It takes you a moment, definitely, but you do come back to your senses. As soon as you feel like you can breathe properly again you lean back a bit, enough that you can catch The Doctor’s gaze, and sigh softly.
“I can’t say I know what that was for, exactly,” you begin, reaching to fiddle with the collar of her shirt. “But I definitely appreciated it.”
You’re smiling the entire time you speak, obviously — making light of the unexpected situation, and that. However, The Doctor still looks just a little bit tense, even as she stands there smiling back at you. You don’t entirely understand why that is, not really — at least, not until she goes on to explain herself in the next moment.
“We’ll just put it like this,” she says, meeting your gaze with a certain intensity in her eyes. “You’re clever — annoyinglyclever. And it astounds me, it really does.” You raise an eyebrow at that, but don’t say anything in response; the look on her face tells you that the explanation is on its way, anyhow, and you don’t want to go derailing it. “As clever as you are, though... please don’t go around flirting with seventeenth century Lords often, yeah?”
It takes you a split second of confusion to realize that all of this — the sulking, the stoic attitude, the downright steamy kiss behind closed doors — has been because The Doctor has been jealous. Because of some strategic, but wildly phony flirting that you had plucked out of your back pocket in a pinch.
“You were—“ you begin.
“Don’t you dare,” she warns you. There’s not much fight to it, though, and the irritation has all but melted straight out of her expression already, so you don’t hesitate.
“Doctor,” you go on, just a touch sing-song. “You were jealous.”
She groans aloud at your relentless teasing, refusing to meet your eyes only briefly before fixing you with what could only be described as a pout.
“I don’t think I can fairlybe blamed!” she exclaims. A smile plays at the corners of her lips as she speaks, and it makes you feel warm inside, the fact that she’d been so thoroughly fraught over all of this. “Not with all of the touching and the eye-batting, and — and! Ugh!”
You giggle, absolutely delighted as you watch your companion have her little fit. You allow it, and you’re even quiet for the majority of her minor tantrum, but the moment she’s finished, you take her hands in your own and make a point of pressing little kisses to the backs of each of her palms.
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” you say, and grin when she begins to pout once more. “You of all people should know what my flirting — my genuine flirting — looks like.”
She makes a point of grumbling under her breath, still, but the flush on her cheeks gives her away, and you smile proudly at that.
“Still,” she argues, finally smiling back at you as she lets go of one of your hands in favor of turning toward the door. “Promise me no more flirting.”
She pauses for your response before opening the door, seemingly unwilling to take no for an answer. You roll your eyes and sigh in response to her persistence, but you nod your head nonetheless.
“No more flirting,” you promise. “Not with anyone but you, anyways.”
The smile that overtakes her expression at that is one strangely reminiscent of the sun, and you giggle happily as she turns and proceeds to open up the door. In doing so, she also reveals your three remaining friends — all of whom are standing just outside the door with crossed arms and expressions equal parts amused and impatient.
“Can we get on, then?” Yaz teases the pair of you, a smile playing on her lips all the while.
“Of course we can,” The Doctor says, cheerful as ever once more, and you snort.
With that, the lot of you are off once more, and you make a mental note to yourself to exact a bit of revenge on The Doctor later, when you’ve finished your adventuring for the day — after all, once you’ve returned to the TARDIS, you’ll have the entire evening.
You only hope that she’s prepared.
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“Like a perception filter.“ The thought struck the Doctor like a flash of lightning upon hearing River’s impression of this place.
“That’s a big word.“ River looked back at her confused, not expecting her to simply come out with that sort of thing.
“You’re right, you’re totally right, that’s what’s been bugging me.“ The Doctor completely ignored her confused look, her mind was starting to race with possibilities. Of course. Why hadn’t she realised it before?
“You’ve noticed it, too, then?“ River asked.
“At first I thought I was making it up but you’re right. Question is what is being hidden and why.“ The Doctor looked around, surveying their surroundings. “What is it about this place?“ There was absolutely nothing suspicious about it. It was the very definition of Winter Wonderland, abuzz with the spirit of Christmas.
“Who are you?“ River asked intrigued. She couldn’t explain the strange sort of pull she felt towards her.
“Me? No-one, absolutely no-one, just a traveller, passing through, trying to solve the mystery of this place, same as you.“ The Doctor answered quickly, already running all sorts of scenarios in her head.
“And why would you be doing that? What brought you here?“ River grew more suspicious, realising she wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of her.
“Just a weird feeling, things not adding up… Why didn’t I see it before? Any of us? I’m usually good at detecting that sort of thing.“ The Doctor wasn’t even looking to River anymore, she was confused. She should have picked this up, or one of her previous selves should have. How did River see it and they didn’t. “Doesn’t make any sense, unless… I mean… maybe… But then how did you…“ She just kept rambling, almost automatically, then looked back up to River, who eyed her with suspicion and adoration in equal measures. It hit her like a punch in the gut how much she missed her. Not just her closeness, the physical affection, but her input, her sheer brilliance.
“I've faced a perception filter or two in my time.“ River smirked, slightly bemused by the blonde's astonishment at her figuring it out. “I'm usually a step ahead of people.“
“Of course you are!“ The Doctor exclaimed with a grin, almost feeling like they were back having adventures together. It was a wonderful feeling, filling her with excitement and giddiness. She was one step closer to a solution. “You’re brilliant.“ Without thinking about it, the Doctor followed her impulses, grabbed River’s face and planted a big kiss on her lips. “You’re absolutely brilliant!“
“I uh… thanks?“ River froze up, mortified, yet breathless, as she stared back at the blonde who let her go immediately, almost as if she only just realised what she had just done.
“Oh uhhh… I thought there was a mistletoe!“ The Doctor exclaimed turning bright red when reality started sinking in. “Sorry! So sorry! I just got excited. I got to go. Bye!“ She fled the scene of the crime as River just stared after her in shock utterly bewildered and yet feeling a little hot under the collar.
“Stop it, your husbands are here.“ She mumbled to herself. This was beginning to feel a whole lot like the time she had met her most recent husband on Christmas Day. “What is it about Christmas, honestly!“ She kept her eyes on the whirlwind blonde as she hurried away, trying to figure out what was so intriguing about her.
“River!“
“And there is the husband.“ River mumbled to herself and turned to see Bowtie and her parents running towards her. “That was quick.“ She observed when they came to a halt in front of her. It felt like they had been gone for no time at all.
“Everything okay with you, you look sort of out of it.“ Amy frowned, not sure what to make off the expression on her daughter’s face. “And flushed.“
“Yeah, uh, totally fine.“ River said quickly before either of the boys could pick up on it. “What’s going on with you?“
“We have a problem.“ Rory stated.
“We have several.“ Sandshoes interrupted, returning at the same time.
“You can say that again.“ Eyebrows called from a little further back, pulling Bill along who seemed to want to go the exact opposite direction, rambling on about Christmas lights.
“I leave you unsupervised for 5 minutes.“ River huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “What is going on?“
“Doc, there you are, I think we have a problem.“ Yaz, Ryan and Graham returned at almost exactly the same time, finding the Doctor hiding away behind a stand.
“Yeah, I think I created one for myself too…“ The Doctor mumbled as she looked out from behind the stand to River who was being swarmed by her husbands. At least she would be preoccupied for the moment. She shook her head to herself. Why did she have literally zero impulse control when she got excited? “What did you find out?“
“We followed the other Doctors.“ Yaz explained and the Doctor grinned, she had taught them well.
“And?“
“Something seems to be screwing with your sonics, Junior over there reckons there might be something interfering with it?“ Graham pointed to Sandshoes.
“And grandpa over there - no offence - seems to think there is something wrong with the food? His friend had some weird reaction to the almonds, suddenly all obsessed with Christmas…“ Ryan carried on, reporting back.
“More pressingly, Bowtie’s TARDIS is gone and chances are ours might be too.“ Yaz interrupted hastily, feeling like her news were the most worrying of all.
“Suddenly, my mishap appears a lot less significant, so thanks for that.“ The Doctor realised the scale of what they were up against. “Something really sinister is going on here, there is something we’re not meant to see. I reckon it’s some sort of perception filter. Something is trying to keep us here. But to what end?“
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Can I Cut In? ( 13th Doctor X Reader )
prompt: “Heyo! I hope you're having a good day! I was wondering if I could request a jealous thirteen? Maybe an alien flirting with her while the fam is on a mission. Thanks!” Requested by @oster-hagen
A/N: A Lot of these types of requests tend to make the flirt-er a jerk/predator figure, so I figured I'd give us a break and give us a nice, swell flirt-er that we all deserve. Much love, thanks for the request!!! this is probably my favorite thing I’ve written thus far
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Warings: none. Reader isn’t gendered but is said to be wearing a dress.
Your muscles ached in protest as you tried to get the elaborate outfit on. Usually, you liked dressing up in whatever the TARDIS wardrobe could conjure up for you, but your most recent adventure left you more than worn out. Despite your current urge to throw yourself onto the nearest soft surface and sleep for however long your body would allow, you had places to be. A party was being thrown by the village you and the fam had saved as a way to thank all of you. It'd be rude not to attend.
Your eyes scanned your body in the mirror. You hadn't seen any materials or patterns similar to the ones you currently wore, so you gave yourself a long minute to admire them. The door to the wardrobe opened and you turned to see the Doctor standing there, taking in your appearance. You felt yourself shrink under her gaze, even if it was soft and appreciative.
"Um... Your turn?" You asked, lifting your arms to show off more of the fabric.
"Not quite" The Doctor replied, hurriedly turning to a different section of the room. "Suits are more to my liking."
You watched her busy herself with trying to find a suitable outfit, throwing clothes across the room left and right. You caught some in your hands but let others fall to the floor, unsure of if you should wait for her or not. You blushed at the thought of watching her get dressed and opted to let her have her privacy. You didn't know what to think of the eyes that you felt on your back as you walked out.
"Wow... just.. Wow" Nora, one of the villagers that had been a big help to you and the fam, gawked at you. "I've always had a bias for my village’s fabrics but seeing them on someone such as yourself..."
You felt the blood rush to your face and avoided the fam's quizzical looks. You and Nora had been paired together for this adventure, and she'd been nothing but nice (borderline flirtatious) all day. It was fun, and it felt nice to be appreciated that way. Nora held out her hand and you stared at it, not wanting to be rude. You placed your hand in hers and she smiled, leading you forward.
"Is anyone else thinking what I'm thinking?" Yaz asked, watching the two of you walk off towards the party.
"I really don't think the Doctors going to like this," Ryan said.
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You sipped from the drink Nora had gotten for you. The warmth of it contrasted with the cool night air, making you shiver.
"Are you cold?" She asked from beside you. She sat close to you, on a bench you'd found near a nice flower bed. You nodded and she unwrapped her shawl, draping it over your shaking shoulders. You sighed happily at the shield from the cold, thanking her.
Some ways away, on the trail you'd taken to get to the flowers, the Doctor was making her way towards the party. She watched Nora carefully give you her shawl, leaving her arm to rest over your shoulders. She stopped mid-step, feeling jealousy well up in the pit of her stomach. She'd noticed you and her joking around earlier, but she'd assumed it was more of a Jack Harkness situation, not something serious. She could hear footfall behind her and turned to see the fam making their way down the same trail.
“Headed to the party, doc?” Graham asked. She gave a curt nod and turned sharply, stomping away. Ryan hit Graham on the shoulder and pointed towards you and Nora. You laughed loudly; every five seconds Nora seemed to have a new joke to tell you. It was a miracle that you were able to understand them at all, considering the entirely different lives you lead.
You didn’t know how long it’d been since you had a conversation like this. Most of your time was spent with the Fam running away from monsters or having short catch-up conversations that ended as quickly as they began. It was comforting to sit down and truly converse with someone. There was a song change in the distance, and Nora smiled brightly, pulling you onto your feet.
“Come,” She said eagerly. “I want to get at least one dance in before you go.”
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The party was at its height by the time the two of you arrived. Nora had repeatedly stopped along the way to pick a flower alongside the road. She’d gathered quite the collection, and they all currently rested somewhere in your hair. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for your fellow travelers. At a table overflowing with food, you could spot what you believed to be the Doctors blonde bob. You examined her suit; it was a three-piece but styled with a long jacket similar to the one she always wore. Its surface was covered in the same geometric pattern that everyone else wore, but it seemed to shine differently on her.
“So.. about that dance?” Nora held out both of her hands as an invitation. You glanced at the Doctor again for just a moment before accepting her offer and letting her lead you onto the dance floor.
“I don’t know how to do the dances they're doing,” You confessed, talking about her peers. They were all dancing beside you in a way similar to slow dance, but their steps and sways matched to the beat differently.
“Then don’t do them. Show me how you dance on your planet” You blushed at her low tone and the idea of setting your hands on her waist. A pretty girl was a pretty girl, and dancing with a pretty girl was always a nervous (albeit wonderful) affair. You tried your best to push past your nervousness and showed her the basics. She put her hands on your waist and let you take the lead.
The Doctor turned as soon as she felt your eyes leave her and watched the two of you sway. She fought the urge to spring forward and take Nora's place, leading you in the dance instead. At least you looked like you were having fun, she thought. Or maybe that made it worse. She scowled and tried to focus on something else, each time failing and remaining glued to the two of you.
She’d thought she’d been making progress in showing more affection towards you. She’d given you an intricately beaded bracelet from a star system that reminded her of you. She’d given multiple compliments ranging from your laugh and hair to anything and everything about you. Maybe she’d messed up and made you uncomfortable? But the Doctor failed to identify anything that she could’ve done wrong. She also couldn’t wrap her head around what made Nora so much better than her.
You’d managed to match your swaying to the beat, despite its otherworldly origin. You were smiling at each other in a way that, in any other circumstances, would be heartwarming. But the Doctor was getting more and more restless by the moment, fidgeting where she stood. As the song continued the jealous fire within her swelled and swelled until she could feel it burning through any control she had.
Suddenly, she swiftly moved forward, reaching you in record time. The two of you jumped at the sudden intrusion, your hands falling from Nora’s shoulders.
“Doctor?”
She nervously shifted, as all the planned words and actions had suddenly scrambled out of her mind.
“Uh..” She turned to Nora. “Nora! You’re brilliant, good job today. But I really, really need to cut in. Could I? Cut in, I mean”
You felt your cheeks heat up and disappointment briefly passed across Nora's features. She glanced between the two of you and you moved to apologize but a light flickered behind her eyes, ignited by a sudden understanding. She nodded and stepped aside, quickly swept up by another party-goer. You wiped your sweaty palms against your dress hoping the Doctor wouldn’t notice just how nervous you were.
“I’m guessing you know how to slow dance the way we do?” You asked, voice cracking a little. The Doctor nodded and placed her hands on your waist. You jumped slightly at the warmth, your hands landing haphazardly on her shoulders. Slowly you two started to sway, getting back into the groove of the song.
“I never got to tell you how much I love the dress.” The Doctor said gently.
‘And I never got to tell you how much I loved the suit” She seemed to relax more, relieved. You giggled.
“Doctor, why did you cut in like that?”
She tensed again, looking off to the side sheepishly. You trembled on the edge of making what you believed to be a bold assumption.
“Was it Nora?” As you said the other alien's name, your eyes locked. Her grip tightened on your waist a little. “Doctor, it's okay if it was.”
“It was” She admitted quietly. “Do you like her?”
You took in her uneasy expression. You didn’t need to consider the question much; Nora was wonderful and treated you kindly, but she wasn’t the Doctor. You’d likely never see her again after the TARDIS flew off to your next adventure. The Doctor was always with you, giving you gifts and saying wonderful things that made you hope for something more. You leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her cheek, feeling the skin warm under your touch. When you leaned back she was red, eyes as wide as saucers.
“Not as much as you, Doctor. Don’t worry about other people.” You wanted to lean in and kiss her on the lips this time, but you felt too many eyes on you. The song ended and you let yourself fall out of the Doctors warm embrace. You squeezed her shoulder and pushed past the party-goers, buzzing back to the TARDIS.
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The villagers all said their goodbyes before the five of you could leave. Just when you thought you’d gotten through every last person, Nora approached.
“I just thought I’d say goodbye as well,” She said. She looked into the TARDIS, smiling sadly. “I wanted to let you know… I’m very happy that someone like you has found someone who cares for you as much as the Doctor does.”
You felt your chest swell with different emotions as she took your hand in hers.
“Hang on to her, traveler, and goodbye”
You watched her leave, happy that she wasn’t hurt by what had happened. Her words lingered in your mind and you glanced at the Doctor. She was hunched over the console, poking away at various buttons. You were beyond happy to have her. Someone who truly loved you. She met your gaze.
“Coming?”
You stepped forward, linking your hand in hers as she sent the TARDIS soaring back into the universe.
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The Timeless Children
Season 12 finale here we go.
“Take my hand.”
And again the Doctor leaves her companions to go after the Master. At least this time she kinda chose to go with him.
Graham... I don’t like the idea of you guys wearing Cybermen armor....
Master, what exactly is your plan here? Bringing the Cybermen?
Graham.... awwww. That was so sweet. Will one of them die?
If Graham or Yaz end up converted I will kill someone.
“They are mine” nooo shut up Lone Cyberman.
“You really think I’m gonna believe anything that comes out of your mouth.” Yes. I will believe him. I trust him to this extent.
That was so weird to see a Cyberman move that naturally when Yaz turned to make sure he was gone... So smoothly instead of robotically.
Indigenous race... we’re getting to human colonists.... right?...
Adopted like Brandon...
SHE FELL OFF A CLIFF TOO.
WE’VE NEVER SEEN A CHILD REGENERATE BEFORE. THAT’S SO SAD.
Oh god, if they end up shooting Yaz or Graham because they’re in Cyberman suits...
The season started with him playing basketball... Ryan don’t you die.
Hoarder? Of what?! Of people??????
Several regenerations... so was she killing the child over and over again!?
Nearly there?? Nearly?????? There’s MORE?
Ok. So the Doctor is the Timeless Child... Ok... Ok. I need the episode to keep going so we can get to really get what this all means.
Also, if this is what the Master found out that caused him to destroy Gallifrey, then awww maybe he loves the Doctor and is mad about what they did to her.
Ok good, they didn’t get shot while dressed as Cybermen.
“Oh. Okay.” OKAY. So that’s the Lone Cyberman out of the way.
I like that the Lone Cyberman clinked when the Master picked him up.
“and all this would be over. I would’ve been ok with that.” No Master. No. Don’t have a death wish PLEASE. It can’t be that bad.
“I should have said ‘Someone should have cut you down to size’ and THEN zapped him.” Awww.
Ok Master has the Cyberium. That’ll be fun.
Back to commercial. But I need to know if my girl the Doctor is ok after that revelation! Tell me she’s ok!
I hate the stupid previews that BBC America plays. I thought the show as back. You’d think after years I’d stop falling for it, but we got through half the episode before the first preview.
“I cannot bear that.” Master, shut up. Ok, so it wasn’t because he loved the Doctor. I knew it wouldn’t be, but a girl can dream. He destroyed Gallifrey because of the insult of having part of the Doctor in him.
OH SHE REALLY PUSHED HIM. I blinked and I missed it and then he was on the ground.
Brandon??
It’s all erased...
What the hell is the Division?
OOOOOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. CYBERMEN TIME LORDS.
THIS IS WORSE THAN THE DALEK SILENCE.
OH BUT I DO LOVE THE DESIGN.
He blew a kiss. Kisses. Just like she sent O.
I mean. The Master back in the 1996 movie wanted to know the Doctor’s secrets, and found he was half-human. Maybe that was just a sort of fake-out that was planted to keep others from discovering that she’s the Timeless Child.
OH god I don’t want the fam to get killed on Gallifrey...
Yaz no why did you have to go first? Stop being reckless.
“This is Gallifrey.” She said the thing.
RUTHHHHHHH. My girl.
Something “He” said, but the “He” is not the Master? Jack?
“Oh! I’m talking to myself again!” I love the Doctor.
Awwww all those flashbacks.
Oh so “he” was the Lone Cyberman. Ugh. I was hoping for my baby Jack.
Is there a TARDIS they can steal to get everyone off the planet please??
Also, oh god the Gallifreyans will be super dead this time around. Which will suck.
Oh god the Master wants them to do it... it’s a trap...
A TARDIS TO STEAL! YAY!
Doctor, stop having a death wish. You always have a death wish. Stop it. Neither you nor the Master are allowed to have death wishes.
Yaz don’t you dare volunteer to do it instead... I can see it in your eyes.
OOOH Ryan.
“I am so much more than you.” Why does that give me deja vu?
“You’ll become Death.” Doctor of Death. Wasn’t that a thing before?
Oh, Ko Sharmus. Ok at least it’s not Yaz.
So he sent the Cyberium! And look at all the people who thought it was Jack or Ruth or something. Overthinking it.
Run, Doctor. Just like you tell everyone else to.
TARDISes are organic too though... so are they all destroyed?
And is the Master dead for good now? I hope not. I love the Master.
She ran away from Gallifrey and never stopped. Again.
Ok wait. The title is Timeless Children. Plural. We’re still only talking about the singular Child.
Oh god no more Doctor Who until Christmas.
Ha it’s a house! That’s so cute! The Chameleon Circuit’s working!
Will they live in their TARDIS? I mean, you got a house right there. You can probably ask it to change the inside to look like a house too.
Will the Doctor still just run away and not reunite with her Fam? Just leave them behind?
“Good Chameleon Circuit” Wow two working TARDISes.
AWWWW LOOK AT OUR TARDIS. I love her.
“Don’t get jealous.” Sweet.
AGAIN? THE JUDOON!?!?!?
Revolution of the Daleks???
Well that was a cliffhanger. Great.
I haven’t rewatched Matt Smith’s era in a while, is that supposed to be River’s prison?
Anyway. I think I’m satisfied. I wish the Master got out of that in the end, if only because I love the Master. He needed to be stopped of course. But still. Give me more Master. Especially Dhawan!Master.
It’s the Master. They’ll be back eventually. Hopefully still Dhawan.
Ruth Doctor. My girl. Glad to see her come back. Poor Doctor, she has so much to deal with now... It does bring up a bunch of questions. Like how she got more regenerations in the Time of the Doctor... I assume she’s able to just regenerate forever... so why would Gallifrey make a big show of giving her 12 more... I guess because they were like “Hey so, if we don’t come down there and look like we’re listening to Clara and helping the Doctor, he’s gonna find out about his past, so let’s just send a bit of regeneration energy at him to make this specific regeneration extra big and convince him he was given 12 more.... then we can just rinse and repeat again later.”
Also, the Doctor was a black girl first. If only it was still Black History Month. Oh well.
So Ruth’s version of the Doctor reached her 12 regenerations at some point, had her memory erased... and reverted back to a child... but why did they not do that to Eleven? Did they just want to see what the Doctor would do if they knew they were living longer than initially intended this time around? How many cycles have there been? I hope Ruth’s set of 12 was the first one but I doubt it...
At least the Valeyard, the Watcher, and the Curator make a lot more sense now. They can fall just about anywhere now and not mess with the 12 regenerations thing since that does not matter at all anymore for the Doctor.
And I can’t remember if we all freaked out about this back then, but I’ve been thinking about this recently, did we all freak out when we saw the Curator because of the number of regenerations? Because, by the time we watched the 50th Anniversary we were all freaking out and counting regenerations and wondering if the Meta-Crisis counted towards that number, and then wondering if Capaldi is the last Doctor or if it ends up that Smith is actually #13 then how does Capaldi happen? We were wondering all of that, so what did we make of the Curator? I honestly can’t remember. I feel like for the entire month after the 50th we were all just so blinded from the appearance of Tom Baker to wonder where the Curator falls in the 12 regenerations thing. And then by the time we started actually wondering where he fits in, Christmas happened and Eleven got more regenerations and we were like “Oh ok well then I guess the Curator’s at the end of those regenerations.”
But I LIKE the idea that the Curator is even further along than we thought, and that now that Gallifrey is truly gone (which sucks) and can’t enforce the rules of sets of 12 regenerations, the Doctor is just going to keep going on and on forever and ever and eventually starts just picking faces again.
Also, how old is the Doctor? We thought the 4 billion years in the confession dial was bad, but like, maybe it wasnt?
And what about that theory that all the Gallifreyans are the Doctor just at different points in their life, going back in time but living all the lives simultaneously... nah that’s too much.
Anyway. I was sure that this season would lead to us finding out that humans are the ancestors of Gallifreyans, still kinda hoping for that. I’m really clinging to this human thing. First I thought the Doctor was the Hybrid because he’s half human, now I thought we’d get the revelation that Time Lords evolved from humans.
Wait. There’s still one BIG question. If the Doctor isn’t from Gallifrey, then WHAT THE HELL IS SHE!??!?!
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Yaz starts to notice it about three months after she came crashing back to Earth, defeating the Daleks and saving her fam. The Doctor hasn’t said no, not once since she returned.
“Can we go see the 1966 World Cup Doc?” Graham asks, his feet betraying him as he bounces on his heels excited.
“Yeah of course Graham, best have a nip in the wardrobe and find some England shirts eh, we’ll want to blend in.” The Doctor advises beaming back at him.
“Can we go to New York in the eighties I want to see a band!” Ryan requests a few days later, the same excitement on his face.
The Doctor clicks her fingers into little guns and winks awkwardly ��Yeah of course Ryan, sounds groovy, let’s get some neon wear shall we.”
And on and on it goes, the Doctor and her fam have seen every remarkable feat of West Ham throughout the ages, Ryan’s bopped to all the greats of the eighties and the Doctor is run a little ragged. She may not say so but Yaz knows deep down she’s a little bit of a homebody, she likes her Tardis and tinkering, she loves helping people more. But alas three months back and there hasn’t been one distress call or wandering fancy to visit some planet mired in conflict and civil war. Just weekly trips to Sainsbury’s for more biscuits and tea and then on to wherever her fam wants to visit next. It ends now Yaz thinks, it’s been fun, but they need the Doctor back.
“I’d like to pick the next trip Doctor.” Yaz mentions confidently in the Console Room one morning seeing the Doctor look up and grin in delight.
“Of course Yaz, where and when would you like to go?” The Doctor asks standing up to pull the console screen closer to tap in the coordinates.
“My future, say 40 years from now. I’d like to see it.” Yaz requests, immediately feeling bad as the Doctor instantly flexes her jaw biting her lip, this is for your own good she thinks.
“Oh erm wouldn’t you like to see something more, I dunno fun? Not that your future won’t be fun Yaz but I can show you anything the whole universe, there’s got to be something.” The Doctor croaks trying to keep the deep seated emotion out of her voice and failing. She’d been doing so well keeping her fam safe, gone nowhere dangerous, nowhere enticing.
Yaz pushes off the Console praying the Doctor would forgive her for this one day. “If you’re not going to take me where I want to go, then I guess I’ll just go and pick up a shift at work. Why don’t you take Ryan to another party or something.” Yaz says offhandedly trying to keep control of the voice in her head screaming at her to pack it in and apologise.
The Doctor folds in on herself glum, her eyes welled up with fresh tears. “Yeah you love your work, have fun at your shift. Call me if you need me Yaz I’ll be there.” She half whispers trying to focus on another broken circuit board.
Yaz’s heart sinks as she watches, after everything they’d been through she thought the down time had been a good idea, but now all she saw was a frightened and wounded person desperate to keep everyone safe, and happy. Yaz kicked a loose pipe in frustration slapping her hands down on the console rails.
“Doctor, I’m sorry. But we haven’t been on any trips like we used too, what happened to the universe in distress eh? You’re so desperate to keep us safe after Gallifrey and I understand with the cybermen and the Master you’re afraid for us. But this life isn’t you - you’re not an intergalactic travel agent okay, you’re the Doctor! And I need you back.” Yaz insists biting her lip as the Doctor looks up, her face distraught.
“I turned it off.” The Doctor whispers, the guilt hitting her like an avalanche.
Yaz frowns in confusion. “What do you mean you turned it off?”
The Doctor moves towards the edge of the console table lifting a cap off a light. “I turned off the distress radio, after the Dalek invasion.” The Doctor admits quietly, she can’t face Yaz’s expression the disgust and horror at her dereliction of duty.
Yaz moves closer encircling her arms around the Doctors waist kissing the back of her head. “Why?” She whispers into her hair.
The Doctor sighs leaning back into Yaz’s hold. “Because I wasn’t ever going to leave you lot behind, but I couldn’t bring myself to ever endanger you again.” The Doctor reasoned closing the cap on the light again.
Yaz stops her from turning around, holding her tighter. “The universe needs you Doctor, and we need you too. We’ve all made our choice to stay with you. It’s not your fault or your responsibility to keep us safe.” Yaz whispers as she hears the Doctor sob a little to herself.
“I have a duty of care -“ The Doctor starts, before Yaz turns her around in her arms holding her by the shoulders.
“You do, to the universe. And I have a duty of care to you Doctor, I won’t let your fear rule you. So I’m going to lift that cap and turn the distress radio back on, and you’re going to remember that we all choose you, no matter the circumstances.” Yaz vows, lifting the cap as the Doctor watches and turning the switch back on. No alert comes screaming through, for that Yaz is glad.
“See? No boogeyman waiting. Just your fam and your Tardis. But when that rings Doctor, you’re going to put your coat on and say something clever and we’re going to help whoever out there calls, yeah?” Yaz champions, seeing a flicker of confidence spark in the Doctor’s eyes.
“Yeah Yaz, we will. Thank you.” The Doctor thanks, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to her cheek.
(Authors Note: Just wanted to say that this one shot is half inspired by @freefallthirteen multi fic and their latest chapter, the concept of the Doctor not being able to say no was inspirational so I had my half whack at the idea. I recommend go read their stuff though!)
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