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Episode 4: The New Heir
Doctor Who : Multishot
Eleventh Doctor x Reader
Word Count: 3790
Warnings: the spanish flu pandemic of 1918 and lots of references to characters in Downton Abbey - I apologize if you’ve never seen the series but I would highly recommend it 🤩
Request: This just came from my own head 😊
A/N: Follow the lives of the Crawley family and their servants in their Edwardian country estate as they search for the next heir, who will be asked to learn from the Lord and will be encouraged to be friendly with the eldest daughter.
Episode 3: As You Wish
Episode 4: The New Heir {You Are Here}
Episode 5: The Unknown Subject
The sound of tinkling forks and knives sang throughout the dining room. The rich mahogany table was bedecked with a number of alluring dishes and delicious scents. The guests were all alight by candelabras and the newly installed electric light.
(Y/N) cut a piece of the roasted chicken, tasting the rosemary instantly. The kitchens never disappointed in Downton.
Nor did the company. Seeing as life on the estate was frightfully dull without the people, (Y/N) took pleasure in the conversation. She enjoyed recognizing each of them as people from her own life.
Most of all the Doctor.
He sat beside her, taking on the persona of John Smith once more. “Please send my compliments to the kitchen,” he said politely, “You’re quite right – jammie dodgers are my favorite. I appreciate the homemade touch.”
The table rounded with laughs. (Y/N) looked over and eyed his plate full of desserts. He was lucid like her. Truly the Doctor playing the part just like her.
She turned back to the guests. “How have you enjoyed our gardens, Lady Cassandra?”
The heavily laden woman pursed her lips. She was covered in furs and feathers, practically getting in the way of the food she was pecking at. It was a surprise she could move her eyelids at all with the amount of makeup packed there.
Clearly she was a woman desperately holding onto her beauty as she fell out of her prime.
“I prefer roses over your tulips. But they’re beautiful, nonetheless. I didn’t expect the grounds to be so sunny in the country. It’d dry me out if I didn’t have my butler with me.”
(Y/N) held back a snicker thinking about her sniveling little comrade, Chip. The Doctor cleared his throat, apparently thinking back on the troubles the Lady Cassandra had caused in their own reality.
“You must visit our Downton Village Flower Show,” Lady Crawley said. She was the one supposed to be (Y/N)’s mother – she was one of the few (Y/N) didn’t recognize from her own world.
“I made a report on that,” Sir Octavian recalled from down the table, “And I will say the Lady Cassandra has a point about roses. They were the flower that won the show.” He played the local head of the newspaper in this reality.
(Y/N) took a sip of her wine, “If I’m not mistaken, you have a likeness for gardens, Sir Octavian.”
The man nodded, “I rather enjoy taking strolls. Particularly through statues and fountains as well. I’ve recently acquired a set of stone angels for my own garden.”
The Doctor spoke suddenly through a full mouth, “Weeping angels?”
“Yes, fascinating, aren’t they?” Sir Octavian remarked.
(Y/N) swallowed her chicken. If only the Sir remembered what the weeping angels did to him in the real world.
Mrs. Smith spoke, “I would be interested in seeing a piece about the local hospitals in the newspaper – if you don’t mind me saying so, Sir Octavian.”
“Mother, please,” the Doctor spoke quietly, “You can engage in your advertisements aside from the dinner table.”
His mother was being played by Harriet Jones.
“I apologize – Mother can be rather headstrong about the good causes.”
“I do believe you inherited that trait,” (Y/N) mumbled his way.
Lady Crawley spoke loudly to change the subject, “How have your tours of the village gone, (Y/N)?”
The Doctor responded, “Splendid, really. You’ve got countryside that will last for hundreds of years. Just imagine how they’ll grow and be preserved as national parks one day. An honorable way to preserve the ancient grasslands of England.”
The table had gone silent, forks and knives still.
(Y/N) kicked the Doctor beneath the table.
“Forgive me – just voicing silly antics Lady (Y/N) and I came up with on our adventures.”
“Adventures?” Lord Grantham, (Y/N)’s father, spoke, “Is that what you’re calling your daily outings?”
(Y/N) smiled, “That’s what they are more or less. The latest included a picnic overlooking the village. We tried to attract the rabbits with leftover salad clippings,” she snickered.
The table now shared their fondness for each other. It was no secret they were all in support of the pair to end their friendship in marriage. John Smith was the new heir to Downton and would inherit the title and estate from the family.
Should (Y/N) marry him, the family would have proper cause to remain at the house.
It was peculiar to play a part in a story where they should end up married. (Y/N) certainly didn’t mind, but she wondered what the Doctor thought.
He lifted his glass of wine, took a rather large sip, and spit the entirety of it back into the cup.
~~~
Amy was undoing (Y/N)’s hair, braiding it into a style to sleep in. “I’ve heard some wonderful things about your time with Mr. Smith.���
(Y/N) smiled, “I’ve heard similar things about you and Mr. Williams.”
“The valet?” Amy said with forced surprise, “Heard what things?”
“That you’re to be married,” (Y/N) eyed the woman through her vanity mirror, “That Father has starting searching for a cottage you two could stay in near the house.”
Amy sighed heavily, “Who told you?”
“I was the one who asked for cottage advertisements from Sir Octavian today on Father’s behalf.”
“Fine,” Amy grinned, “Now you share. I’ve noticed how Mr. Smith watches you when he thinks nobody is looking – if you don’t mind me saying.”
(Y/N) turned in her seat, “I rather like your forward nature, Amelia. Just don’t let Mother hear you speak like that.”
There was a knock at the door and a whispered voice, “(Y/N)?”
Amy was frozen and hesitant as she neared the door that was already opening. There stood the Doctor.
“Oh, hello,” he said in an animated voice. “I mean, I’m sorry – could I have a word with Lady (Y/N).”
“Let him in, Amelia,” (Y/N) spoke softly, “And I’d rather you keep this event to yourself, please.”
Amy nodded, letting the Doctor in and shutting the door behind her. Not before she shared a smirk with (Y/N).
The Doctor strode in, rubbing his hands together. (Y/N) took a relieved breath every time she saw him act like himself now. It was comforting after spending a couple realities of him not knowing the truth.
But it was still peculiar with how different he looked. He was still wearing his dress clothes – a suit with an ironed collar and shiny brass buttons – and shoes polished to see your reflection in them. His hair was combed and styled in a professional manner; it made her miss seeing it bounce about as he got into his usual eccentrics.
“Right,” he said quickly, “Splendid work playing the part. I thought a few times there we’d been spotted for being frauds but thankfully we were spared an immediate time jump.”
“You mean the times you ate nothing but jammie dodgers, spit back up the wine, and prattled on about the future national parks of the England grasslands?”
The Doctor threw a hand in the air, “Not important. I only meant to congratulate you on keeping up appearances.” He made to exit the room, but (Y/N) grasped his arm.
“What, that’s it?” she said with sudden anger, “You haven’t been cleverly thinking of some escape plan?”
“We’re surviving with the plan we have.” He held onto her head and planted a kiss in her hair. “Enjoy the fun while we’re stuck here!”
And he bounced for the door before she could lash at him with something more harsh. She still had yet to say something about her mysterious conversation with River Song. She very much wanted to hear from her again.
Not that she didn’t mind the luxury of Downton in the meantime. It was rather enjoyable going on rides or picnics with the Doctor while being treated like royalty on the estate. But that didn’t stop her from wanting to be just (Y/N).
(Y/N) and the Doctor. Companions traveling through time and space.
~~~
It was shaping to be a rather dull weekend as (Y/N) walked the grounds. Looking towards the skies she noticed incoming storm clouds. Clouds that were abnormal for the current season.
The Doctor had gone to meddle in the cottage affair with Mr. Williams and Amelia.
It left (Y/N) with a sense of boredom as she wandered. That was until she heard strange sounds coming from the estate.
She flew around, pebbles scattering around her feet. It sounded like… well, it sounded like the tardis.
She ran for the house, finding herself the staircase immediately and following the sound as it grew louder. She reached rooms that only the servants dealt with. Running through corridors and bumping into footmen and maids.
“Pardon me, Miss.”
“Sorry, Miss.”
“Lady (Y/N), is everything all right?”
(Y/N) ignored them all, hearing the wheeze of the tardis louder and louder until she reached a tearoom. She stood against it, catching her breath and hearing the sound warp.
She braced herself and opened the door. There in full glory was the tardis. It stood glowing and ominous as the day she saw it concealed in the trees.
Closing the door behind her, she whispered, breathless, “River?”
There was no answer.
“River, please,” she pleaded, reaching the box handle and pulling. It remained locked tight. “Hello?” (Y/N) knocked.
“Hello?”
“River!”
“(Y/N), finally!” River laughed, “I’m sorry our last conversation was cut short.”
(Y/N) sighed, leaning against the police box, “We don’t have much time. The dream doesn’t like us asking questions… or making escape plans, for that matter.”
“Have you gotten the Doctor to see the truth?” she spoke within (Y/N)’s mind.
“Yes, though I don’t think he sees the entirety of it.”
River grumbled, “What’s he going on about now?”
“Well, he refuses to think of another way out other than playing our characters assigned to us.”
“No, no – that’s just a mode of survival,” River said, “We can’t talk here. I can already feel the connection getting severed. You need to be somewhere away from the place you woke up.”
(Y/N) nodded, “Somewhere away from the estate.”
“Get somewhere far as soon as you can. Then I’ll try and reach you again – good luck, sweetie.”
(Y/N) felt a tug in her heart. River became silent and when (Y/N) blinked, the tardis was gone. She was left alone in a tearoom.
It was imperative that she got to a faraway location. Feeling out of breath, she ran for the staircase once more, the house slippers dainty on her running feet. She had to lift the hem of her dress as she ran outside, noticing how the grumbling clouds ahead seemed closer, and angrier.
Not trusting herself to remember how to ride a horse like in the last reality, she took off for the tree line on foot.
Trying to convince a chauffer to drive her would be impossible, besides she had to be alone when she sought after River Song. The delicate hairstyle that Amelia braided was coming undone as she fought against the hills and grass and incoming wind.
If the Doctor wasn’t going to do anything about an escape plan, then she was going to have to step up. She didn’t want to be stuck having to pretend in each new existence. She wanted the Doctor back. The Doctor and their old life.
Finding cover under a grove of trees, the light became considerably darker as the storm clouds sat heavy above her. She was far enough from the house now that perhaps the dream would be preoccupied with trying to locate her.
Then there was the wheeze of the tardis again.
“River!” she shouted, unafraid in the sanctuary of the woods. Quite like in the last reality, the tardis appeared nestled between the trees.
“(Y/N)? Brilliant, you were able to get away.”
“But I don’t know for how long,” she replied, running to the blue wood and placing a hand there. “Tell me how to get out of here.”
The tardis warped as River’s voice came through like a static walkie-talkie. “I told you there’ll have to be a big shock. (Y/N), I think you have to scare yourself awake. Like waking from a nightmare.”
(Y/N) leaned against the spaceship, ignoring the light spackle of rain that began to fall. “How am I supposed to scare myself awake?”
“I have my theories,” River continued, the metallic sound of buttons being pressed could be heard through the trees. “But none of them are pretty.”
“What can I do?”
“You’re going to have to die.”
(Y/N) felt the breath stick in her lungs, the smell of damp soil and rain filling her quickly emptying brain.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s the natural survival instinct. Like if you were trapped underwater, your body has a natural self-preservation instinct to get air back in your lungs. In this case, your body will wake itself up if your dream state is compromised.”
She soaked up the information, “And the Doctor?”
“I can imagine finding you dead would be enough of a shock to wake himself up.”
(Y/N) now leaned her head against the tardis, the rain beginning to fall more forcefully, “How do you suggest it happens?”
“For the last couple hours I’ve been working on how I can manipulate the conditions of your dream. I could make something plausible happen to you – something realistic to the reality you’re in so the dream isn’t suspicious.”
“Seems a little farfetched.”
“I’ve been manipulating the atmosphere from inside the tardis. Has the weather changed at all since we’ve been talking?”
(Y/N) gave a choked laugh, “It started to rain.”
River sighed, “Excellent. You should expect to get sick in the next day or so.”
“By your doing?”
“Precisely,” River said, “I hear the Spanish flu is all the rage in this time period.”
(Y/N) grimaced, “That doesn’t seem like a pleasant way to go.”
“But it’ll wake you up,” River urged, “We’re running out of time. I’ll see you soon, please keep the Doctor in check.”
The tardis was beginning to fade beneath her fingers, “Sure, thank you River,” she said, backing away and under the full deluge of rain. “You better make it quick.”
The spaceship was fully disappearing now, and the massive droplets of rain were feeling colder by the second. Being drenched in the cold would surely weaken her immune system. And then all River had to do was put someone with the flu virus in her vicinity.
With so many members of staff and incoming guests at Downton, that part was simple.
The trek back to the estate was much more grueling than running from it. With the combination of the rain and the slip of her soaking slippers, she was a mess upon entering the house.
Having fallen in the overflowing hills, the white of her tights were torn and muddy. The delicate soles of her shoes were compromised and left her toes wet and cold. Her hair fell from their braids, left damp and curled against her face.
She resisted the shivers as a lady’s maid gasped at the sight of her.
“Lady (Y/N)!” It was Amelia, “What happened to you?”
“Good evening, Amelia,” she replied, “How was your house hunting?”
The lady’s maid ran over to grasp her arm, “Abysmal – the rain ruined the fun. We just returned. My lord, you’re chilled to the bone.” She pulled on her arm, towards the stairs, “Let’s get you warm. There’s a cold going around and I’d hate for you to catch it.”
(Y/N) smiled ironically at her maid. The year was 1918 and the Spanish flu pandemic was fully on its way. River knew what she was doing.
“I hope Mr. Smith hasn’t returned,” Amelia continued, guiding (Y/N) into her bedroom. “I’d hate for him to see you like this.”
“Would you now?” (Y/N) sighed, the forward nature of her maid – gossiper that she was – could be just what she needed now. “Why is that?”
“Well, on our ride today…” Amelia began, gathering dry clothes and stoking the fireplace, “I told you of my suspicions of his affections toward you. Now there isn’t a doubt in my mind.”
(Y/N) waited for the maid to help her into her nightgown. “Quite the spy you are, Amelia.”
“I beg your pardon, miss. But it’s true – that man has got his heart set on you something fierce.” She fixed the buttons on the nightgown and got a towel to dry (Y/N)’s hair. “I know he’d fret over you if you fell ill.”
“Kind of him,” she said quietly, seeking the softness of the bedsheets. “I’m terribly tired, Amelia. Please send apologies to my family. I don’t believe I’ll attend dinner tonight.”
“Of course, M’lady,” Amy bowed, “I’ll ask that they don’t disturb you.” She made sure the fireplace was full and hot before exiting the room.
(Y/N) laid there trying to get warm. A headache was already growing, and a tickle residing in her throat.
~~~
River worked fast.
Within the next three days a fever grew to exponential degrees. She was wracked with insomnia and coughing fits. She was prone to nosebleeds and sweating through the sheets.
A medical doctor listened to her lungs and met with the group of people waiting for the prognosis outside the room.
With the door ajar, (Y/N) could just barely make out the conversation.
“She’s entering respiratory failure,” the doctor whispered, “Pneumonia has ravaged her lungs. I’d expect things to get a lot worse within the next day.”
Other worried mutterings filled the space. “How long?” came the determined voice of John – the Doctor.
“It’d be a miracle if she made it through the night.”
And that’s why the pandemic was so historic. People would catch the flu and a few days later would die. It killed them quick.
The family thanked the doctor, but John was quick to request time alone with her. The door was shut and (Y/N) could feel the pressure of someone leaning in beside her.
Nimble fingers found her clammy hand, “(Y/N)…”
Her feverish head rolled on the pillow, rasping when she said, “Doctor?”
“I don’t understand,” he said quietly, holding her hand more fiercely. “I didn’t think this would be a part of our script.”
“It’s just a dream, Doctor,” she coughed, “I’ll be okay.”
“You don’t know that,” he said darkly, “We don’t know what’s keeping us here.”
She fell victim to the pneumonia, coughing savagely. The Doctor grabbed her arm as if he could pull her to him and make it all better. He felt hopeless. He felt angry.
“We need to change the reality,” he ground out. “We need to leave this script.”
“That won’t change anything,” she rasped. “We have to let this play out.”
“I can’t,” he said quietly.
The fever was making her delusional, but it sounded like the Doctor was teary.
“Stop,” she said breathlessly, her eyes closed against the heat in her head. “Leave it be.”
“I can’t,” he repeated, “I won’t.”
She was fading, about to succumb to another bout of terrible, sickened sleep. She weakly wriggled her fingers within his grasp. “This is how we escape.”
The Doctor froze beside her, the wetness developing behind his eyes stalled. “What do you mean?”
“River…” she whispered, falling deeper in her sickness.
“River?” he said, “You’ve contacted River Song?” He stood from where his was kneeling, “What has she been telling you?”
(Y/N) had fallen under, the wheeze of her breath the symphony of her bloody lungs. The Doctor leaned over her, furious at being left out of a conspiracy. He was shaking, unable to look at the speckle of sweat against her temples, unable to look at the bluish tinge of her lips or the dark circles under her eyes.
Was it River’s doing? Was she the reason (Y/N) became fatally ill? She was smart enough to trick the rules of the dream state.
“Oi!” he suddenly yelled, “Hey!” He left (Y/N)’s bedside, screaming up at the ceiling, “You’re being manipulated. This was a revision of the dream. Someone is trying to invade. Please…” he breathed heavy, looking towards the sky. “Please don’t let her die.”
~~~
(Y/N) woke up sitting in a rolling desk chair. She was dressed in a professional women’s cut suit and a brown file folder was on the round table in front of her. She was in a meeting room with glass walls and a flatscreen tv.
She rubbed at her temples, the last remnants of the Spanish flu fading away. “What the hell…” she grumbled.
The door suddenly flew open, a group of people all similarly dressed in professional attire coming in with their own file folders.
Jack Harkness, Donna Noble, Amy Pond, and Rory Williams.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Jack winked, sitting beside her, “Did you sleep here?”
“Must’ve,” she said, massaging a crick in her neck, “We’ve been swamped with the press.”
Donna scoffed, sitting down and kicking her feet up, “You’re telling me! Those scavengers will pick our bones clean to get the tiniest detail on this case.”
“Hey, you’re the best liaison we have,” Amy nudged her friend, “I just can’t believe they asked the DAU to help with the case.”
(Y/N) scrunched her brow, finally reading the ink stamp on the front of her file folder.
DAU: Disaster Analysis Unit.
“This is a high profile case,” Rory said, opening his side bag to find his glasses, “They need as much help as they can get.”
“I don’t fancy the world ending because of some lunatic in a cocktail dress,” Donna said, flipping through the folder, “I mean who decides to be on the run from international governments in four-inch heels.”
“Classy,” Jack said with a grin, “If I was a criminal, I’d want to do it in style too.”
The door opened again, and (Y/N) had to consciously keep her mouth shut. The Doctor came walking in, file folder in hand. He was in a clean, pressed suit, his hair combed to the side and the lightest bit of scruff growing on his face.
He looked so un-Doctorish, but terribly attractive.
“Good morning, team,” he said with a commanding tone. He must have been the head of the DAU team. “We’ve gotten our next case and have pressure from all sides to apprehend her before a doomsday occurs.”
He went to turn the tv on, “Previously our unknown subject, she’s been identified after her last attempt to devastate England. She was caught trying to plague major cities with vials of disease she developed at her university. She tried to cause a worldwide pandemic.”
(Y/N) gulped, already guessing who their unknown subject was.
The tv flickered on and plastered to the screen was a picture of the suspect:
Professor River Song.
~~~
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Prompt: I thought you could do with a hug.
A strangers comforting touch
Eleventh Doctor/Reader
Oneshot.
Warning: veryyyyy light angst, fluff.
The Doctor and Reader are complete strangers in this.
Once again, The Doctor had found himself completely alone. He missed his friends dreadfully but had slowly accepted that he'll never see them again. Loneliness didn't take long to seep in, causing The Doctor to be at his lowest point once again. He was used to loneliness by now as it was the curse of the timelords. He was always going to outlive his friends, or they were going to move on eventually. But it didn't make it hurt any less, nor did it stop him yearning for another person to travel with. But he had decided that he would rather hide away than lose another person and experience heartbreak all over again.
He sighed as he walked through the streets in the Victorian times, three years after losing The Ponds, then Clara not long after. He was a monk for a while, but he quickly grew bored and went back to the clouds in the sky. It was now summer, so the nights were brighter, so he had grown rather fond of walking through the park in the evening where he could watch the sunset. He went over to his favourite park where the perfect view between two trees enhanced the burning ball of fire that was growing more red as it slowly dipped into the horizons. When he first watched the sunset after the Ponds incident, he weeped. He weeped because it meant that it was a new day without his friends, and that loneliness had truly sunk in.
Two arms wrapped around his neck from behind, causing The Doctor to smile softly. "Warmth, Happiness, Comfort." Those were the first words to come to his mind as another person joined him. They were always there when he needed comfort. Never asked questions and never asked who he was. They just hugged him before joining him, where they both watched the sunset. After that, they just went their own way, living their lives again. Not a single word is ever spoken between them even all these years later. He knows what they look like. Of course he does. He's not an idiot. They had (your H/C), (Eye Colour), (skin colour) They were (your height) he also noticed that they had the most beautiful smile in the universe. No matter how sad he was, somehow, they always made him feel better when they smiled.
Once the sun had set, they stood up, leaving again, but a voice stopped them in their tracks. "Why do you keep coming back?"You looked like you needed a hug." They smiled at The Timelord, who smiled back at the mysterious but kind person as he watched their figure grow smaller and smaller. He turned back around, staying seated on the bench as he let out a chuckle. "One day, Doctor. Maybe one day." He got up and walked back to The Tardis thinking about the mysterious person once again as he realised. Maybe he wouldn't feel so lonely anymore if he simply started up a conversation.
(Sorry if this isn't the best. I just thought it would be a fun and cute little story to write.)
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Hold Me Close
11th Doctor x gn!reader; fluff
summary: it’s been a long–however long it’s been–and now the Doctor just needs some rest. maybe some comfort is needed too
a/n: took me over a decade to finally watch this show and now I’ve gone and fallen head over heels for Matt Smith. here’s a lil sleepy imagine for ya, sorry if he’s a bit ooc—I just want some fluff. set at no specific point ♡
His skin was warm and soft under your fingertips. Your eyes flicker from his peaceful resting expression to your hand caressing his cheek. He never looks this calm while awake. The childlike glee that surrounded him like a radiant aura was there, but just behind it was something, well, it was hard to describe. Like seeing something move in your peripheral vision or catching a familiar scent from your childhood, for a split second it was there and the next—gone.
With a small sigh, you push the thought from your head. You had just gotten back from running for your lives yet again and the thoughts swarming and circling in your mind were starting to give you a headache. And truth be told, you worried about him. Sure, he was over 900 years old and had experienced so much but-
The Doctor almost seemed to sense your stress and rolled over a bit, shifting onto his back almost an invitation for you to rest your head upon his chest. And who were you to deny such an invitation?
Careful not to jostle him, you scoot closer and lower your head against him. The sound of his two hearts beating and his scent are oddly comforting, drawing you further into him. Before you’re consciously aware of it, you’re burying yourself in him; arms come up to wrap around his torso completely of their own accord. On what can only be described as reflex, arms are returning the motion and suddenly you’re locked against the man you’ve been wanting for so long.
A sound of contentment perhaps? rumbles out of his chest, firing up a wave a butterflies in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, willing the feeling to go away or at least settle down. But it doesn’t. You feel hot where his arms hold you and, you suppose, so does everywhere else he’s touching.
It takes several minutes, but your body finally manages to calm back down. The fluttery feeling isn’t completely gone, but gets quickly replaced with a jolt of panic when the doctor shifts under you.
You maneuver your head in his grip to look up at his face and your panic is justified by the fact that he seems to be waking up. Squirming in a futile attempt to release yourself from his grasp only makes it worse as his hold tightens.
“What are you trying to get away for?” His eyes are still closed, voice laced with a hint of exhaustion but still matter of fact as always.
The silence pierces the air and lingers for a few moments before his eyes blearily blink open.
You’ve turned your head away but you can feel his gaze on you, blush rising on your cheeks. “Uh, no reason.”
“You can go if you’d like, but” he hesitates and you wonder if it’s because he’s somehow unsure of himself.
“Do you want me to stay Doctor?” Try as you might, your voice trembles slightly at the fear of him suddenly rejecting you.
His grip never falters but his tone drops, “please,” it reminds you of the tone he had when he told you he was the last of his kind, wandering the whole of time and space. You remember the look on his face— how could you ever forget— a man who, whether he’d admit it aloud or not, desperately needed comfort.
“I’m not going anywhere,” your tone is hushed to match his, arms finding their way back around him. You feel lips press onto the top of your head and releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you sink back down into his embrace.
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Daemon Targaryen in "The King of the Narrow Sea"
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Baking weekends : The surprise
Those gifs do not belong to me.
Heyyyyy! How are you lots ? As promised, here comes another episode of the baking week ends ! This follows up the event of "An hymne to love", as well as the last espisode, "Kiss the cook".
Anyway... Hope you enjoy !
Froggit-
Warning : there's a lot of fluff, mention of making out in the tardis. English is not my first language.
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The grocery store seemed to be way too full for a Saturday morning. Paying for the few articles you had in your basket, you got out, frantically searching for your car. There was so little time until the doctor and Clara came back from another of their adventures.
Driving as fast as the law allowed you, you pulled up to your small cottage, sprinting toward your house, paper bags in hand. Your coat was quickly put on a hanger as your shoes went flying in the entry.
Washing your hands conscientiously, you tried to get your plan straight one more time, making sure nothing was missing.
You had wanted to surprise the Doctor for a long while now. Back when Amy and Rorry were still traveling with you, a brilliant idea had come to you in the form of a red recipe book. The cover was old and titled with circles and other intricate designs you soon realized, was Gallifreyan. Having seen the notes the doctor tended to leave in the console room for repairs the Tardis needed, it was only ever so obvious.
For the sake of this recipe, you had to go to small markets while on another planet, wanting to find every single ingredient of what the doctor had stated to be his favorite dessert back home. Finally opening the book, you couldn’t help yourself, and shed a tear as you saw the numerous yellow sticky notes on every page, annotations left by Donna, your previous self older sister.
"How can I be sure he ain't as rotten as the last one?"
Donna was upset to be keeped from such an important part of your life. If you were honest, you were sad to not be able to share it, but it was either that or losing her once more.
On that day, you had asked for her help, but she wanted to know more about that brilliant
stranger you said changed you in better ways.
"Do you reckon I would be baking for him if he weren't important?"
"Cor blimey, you two had been goin’ out for bleedin’ three years, and I still never met the bloke!"
“I told you he traveled an awful lot.” you let out passing by the radio and changing the station.
“Just spill it if he's scared of meeting mom.” She let out with a small laugh. You could only do the same, bumping her with your hip as you did so.
You missed her dearly, her and her sassy comebacks. Since your new “Regeneration” you haven't been able to see her. What would she even say ? She didn’t know this version of you, you didn’t even look the same, and putting her life at risk would be irresponsible. You had just hopped that may be one day you would meet her once more.
Putting up some energetic music, you wore your apron and got to work, sleeves put up to the elbow. The adventure only truly started now, something you waited so long to put up.
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The doctor and Clara had been off all day, the brunette insisting on going a little longer, still waiting for your signal. The timelord was starting to be suspicious of Claras behavior, wondering what got his companion so energized for such a long adventure, he even was starting to wonder if she wasn’t a clone trying to keep him from earth longer than normal.
But like the over-excited traveler he was, he couldn’t put down the offer, for all he knew, he was expected back at your cottage by the end of afternoon. Today was a busy day for you, and even if he wanted to have taken you with them, you insisted for them to spend some time together. It saddened him of course, none the less he understood today wasn’t a good day to go off with her.
Right now, the doctor was admiring a beautiful fez he had found within the small shop he and Clara came across, visiting a brand new planet. Soon enough he felt his shoulder being tapped on by the said girl, a tired smile visibly drawing itself on her lips. Asking the doctor to take her home, Clara had just closed her phone, saving it in her back pocket.
After buying the fez, he seemed proud as he pushed the levers on the console. Rocking his new hat, Clara only could wonder if he would ever come across one without having to put it on. Even if she didn’t dream of seeing him less happy, she wanted the surprise that awaited him back home would light him up even brighter.
With the Brunette back at her apartment, the doctor had no patience in waiting some more and launched the Tardis. Soon, his foot touched the vast landing of grass, still illuminated as the sun slowly hid behind the clouds.
Without any hesitation, his hand found the ringing bell of the small cottage, his heart pounding harder and harder as the seconds got by.
Passing your head by the now unlocked window, the doctor seemed to ignite, happy to finally be back. “Darling, the door is open! Come on in!” Your hair was a mess, your glasses hanging from around your neck, beautifully portrayed by the light of the setting sun highlighting your figure. Smiling at you, the doctor entered the house, coming practically 10 seconds later face to face with you. “Well, welcome home Sweetheart”.
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“I told you to not cheat! close those beautiful eyes before I smack you.”
The doctor was too curious to wait for the surprise you had put up for him. And right now, all he wanted was to take a tiny peak. But knowing how serious you could be about those things, he didn’t jocked around long before closing his eyes.
Soon you entered the room, a beautiful cake in your hands. Its sunny color, outshining the yellow of your apron. Slowing placing the cake before the Doctor. You gently brushed his shoulder. “Doctor, you can open them… ”
Finally letting go of his face, the man thought he was dreaming. Before him stood something that was supposed to be long gone, never to be seen again. And as he admired the wonderful pâtisserie, he couldn’t help but notice it wasn't just any Gallifreyan cake; it was a homemade one.
Both his hearts skipped a beat as he realized the significance of the gesture. Turning to his wife with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, he couldn't help but smile.
"Did you...?" he started, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
You couldn’t help but beamed with pride when you saw the love in his eyes. "Yes, Doctor. I thought since you couldn't go back to Gallifrey yet, I'd bring a little piece of it to you."
The Doctor's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he looked at the cake, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of your gesture. At this moment, all he could think of was how much he loved you, and how much you meant.
Taking a deep breath to steady his emotions, the Doctor rose from his chair, wrapping both arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, trying to hide his tears as they got out of control. Pulling you into a tight yet comforting hug, all he could muster was a soft “Thank you” thick with all the love he could let out. "This... means more to me than you could ever know."
Your hand was now passing on his back, soothing him as much as you could. Your other tangled itself with his soft hair as you stood there for another minute. You never wanted this embrace to end. But as you pulled slightly away, you could only see how much the doctor truly meant every word.
With a gentle smile, you reached down, your hand slowly cradling his cheek as you leaned in softly, closing the distance between them. Your breath mingled, warm yet sweet as your lips brushed together in a soft yet passionate kiss. But as you parted, the doctor only tried to reach for your lips, making you snort softly at the surprised look on his face.
“I do believe we still have to taste the cake, now don’t we?”
“I- … yes”
“We will continue… this after…-”
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And to say you had outdone yourself was an understatement. You would have expected it to taste funny with the numerous strange ingredients you had to add. It was heavenly, and by the doctor's face, you could only tell he was enjoying every second of it.
“Is it any good ?” Serving yourself another portion.
"Blimey, love! This... this is fantastic! Haven't had a nibble like this in eons... It's not just good, it's utterly brilliant! Delicious doesn't even begin to describe it!" He answered, still trying to shove more cake in his mouth.
Your cheeks flared up, genuinely happy, and proud you had done such good work. In the beginning, you feared it wouldn’t have the same taste as the one that existed back home, and you felt relieved that the doctor could recognize a fond memory in it.
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It was safe to say, the cake did not survive long enough. You and the doctor, now cuddling in the softness of the Tardis covers.
After the cake had been devoured, you had to have a turn. The thankful kisses you gave one another, turned into a heated session of making out against the tardis console, his fingerprints still lingering on your inner thighs. And just like that it was you and him against the world once more.
His fingers passed through your short ginger hair as a comfortable silence installed itself. You looked up at him and could tell he had some questions about the whole surprise.
“You have a lot of questions don’t you ?”
“I always do…”
“Ask away then, I know you’re curious.”
Shifting slightly closer, the doctor leaned onto his elbow, making his face right above you. “How long did this take you ?”
Your hand reaching out for his jaw, you pulled a small but sad grin. “I started trying back when Amy was still traveling with us. Unfortunately, I died shortly after so… been planning longer than our wedding. ”
The doctor laughed slightly with you, remembering the chaotic moment. “And the recipe? Where did you find it? The Tardis database is still written in Gallifreyan as far as I’m aware of- ”
“No such trouble when you have learned to read it.”
“What..?”
“Why so surprised? Did you think I would traverse the universe for eons and not try to embrace your culture? What sort of wife would I be ?”
And just when he thought he couldn’t love you more, he did. His hearts swelled with pride as he looked into your eyes. Caressing your cheek, he kissed your forehead, brushing away some strands of hair still in the way.
“You truly are remarkable (Y/N).....”
“It goes both ways my Bowtie maniac.”
And as the sun rose again on the Tardis, the two lovers intertwined once more, laying one against another as close as you could, afraid time might slip by and take you both apart.
You couldn’t have dreamed of a better outcome.
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Bonus :
“I knew Clara was up to something!” Complained the time lord only now realizing why his companion was so indecisive about where to land.
“Only figured now she had to keep you busy while I was baking?”
“That’s an awful trickery-”
“As far as I’m aware, if you hadn't been off, you wouldn’t have this wonderful fez of yours, now would you ?” Turning around him you swiftly took the red hat off his head, putting it on your own.
“Oi, mine-” He quickly tried to retrieve it, but knowing you it could be easy or involve a lot of running.
Dodging his hand, you took the opportunity to run off in the Tardis corridors singing “Nope, mine now!” as you ran across the control room.
“(Y/N)! ” The doctor was slightly panicked but it was just a matter of time before all of it evolved into laughter.
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Doctor Who masterlist
Key:
Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆
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Ninth Doctor
Comforting Touch ♤♡
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Thirteenth Doctor
Almost Siblings ♡
cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day ♡
What Dies Doesn't Always Stay Buried ♤♡
Gold Dust Woman ♤
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Dhawan! Doctor
put on your records and regret me ♤♡
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Rose Tyler
Overprotective Older Sister ♤♡
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Martha Jones
Worried For You ♡
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River Song
Bored In Captivity ♡
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Clara Oswald
Hiding Away ♤♡
Lady Oswald ♧
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Simm! Master
The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇
The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇
you're a cowboy like me ♤♡
The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇
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Missy/Gomez! Master
The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇
Oral Exam ♧
Side Effects Include ♡
Kiss Of Doom ♡♤
The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇
Pay Attention ♧
What Dies Doesn't Always Stay Buried ♤♡
The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇
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Dhawan! Master
The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇
The One Who Rocks My World ♡
The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇
Change of Plans ♡
I feel a lavender haze creepin' up on me ♡
The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇
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Whittaker! Master
my house of stone, your ivy grows ♡
put on your records and regret me ♤
Burning Red ♡
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The Toymaker
Wanna Hippopotamus for Christmas ♡
The Toymaker losing a game to a reader who wants to dance with him ◇
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Casualties and Confessions - 11th doctor x fem! reader
Request: “Hi! Could you please write a fluffy/romantic fic (fem! Reader x 11th doctor) with prompts 22 and 29. Maybe something where the Doctor gets in trouble during one of their adventures because of his bravado and the reader tends to his injuries afterwards (the reader kisses his bruises and all this stuff) <3
Prompts: 22 “You look…” “Adorable? Cute? Sexy?” “I was thinking more along the lines of stupid, idiotic and dumb but sure” 29 “Could you please stop being stubborn for once in your life?”
Warnings: Swearing
Word count: 2911
*** = time skip
Requests Prompts
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“Doctor would you please just sit down?” You groaned as the time lord turned his back to you once again.
“I told you I’m fine, you don’t need to look after me. It’s just a few bruises.” The doctor replied, busying himself with the control panel.
You let out a groan of frustration as you ran your fingers through your hair. The doctor could be a real pain in the arse when he wanted to be.
“It’s not just a few bruises” You mimicked, walking over to him.
“You’re bleeding. Not only that, but you also smacked your head pretty hard, and I would really love it if you weren’t flying through the time vortex with a concussion so please for the last time – Sit. Down.” You crossed your arms over your chest, staring at him.
The doctor fidgeted under your gaze, unsure of where to look. “Honestly it’s not that big of a deal I’m fine-“
“Oh my god doctor! Could you please stop being stubborn for once in your life?” You yelled.
The doctor was slightly taken back by your tone. It was very rare that you raised your voice, even rarer for you to raise it at him.
You sighed “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Will you let me do that? Please?” You said, your tone softening.
The doctors stomach flipped at your words. He wasn’t used to people caring about him in the way you did. It was a foreign feeling; but he liked it. Without saying anything, he sat down and handed you back the first aid kit he’d taken from you earlier.
“Thank you” You smiled at him.
“I will say, as much as I understand why you said what you did, this is on you.” You chuckled, earning a grin from the doctor.
“Well he was wrong. And you know me, never have been a fan of archaeologists.”
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The doctor had taken you a planet not dissimilar to earth. He’d been rambling on about a specific museum exhibit that he’d been wanting to show you for days now yet every time he’d tried to take you, something else came up and caught his eye. But finally, here the two of you were strolling round an ancient building marvelling at all the artifacts on display.
“Doctor this place is just…wow” You said as your eyes gazed upon all the displays around you.
There were all sorts of alien relics from different points in history scattered around the room. Some things you recognised, like a rogue cyberman head that was being displayed in a glass case or one of the guns used by the Silurian race which was hanging on the wall. It was all so fascinating.
“Yes, yes this is all well and good but let’s get to the good bit.” The doctor said, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward.
You laughed at his child like glee as you ran with him.
“Okay, we’re here” The doctor said, coming to a very sudden stop which caused you to collide with his chest.
He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. You’d had feelings for the doctor for a while, I mean how could you not? When a funny, kind hearted, rather attractive man (well – alien) whisks you off and shows you all of time and space – it’d be hard not to fall for him. Normally you’d been pretty good at keeping it under wraps yet for some reason, recently anything he does gets you flustered within a matter of moments
“Close your eyes.” The doctors voice came, breaking you from your thoughts. You looked up at him, the glint of joy held in his eyes melting your heart.
“Okay but if you walk me into a wall, we’re falling out.” You said with a laugh.
“As if I would let that happen to you.” The doctor commented before standing behind you, his hands on your arms as he manoeuvred you forward.
You held your hands out cautiously in front of you but luckily you didn’t hit anything. After a few moments, the doctor stopped.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” He said excitedly.
You peeled your eyes open slowly, unsure of what to expect. Your jaw fell open as your eyes took in the sight before you. Next to you, the doctor watched in pure delight as you looked at the exhibit. “
Is this…I mean…It’s beautiful.” Your voice was quiet as you truly had no words to describe how blown away you were.
Before you stood the most gorgeous painting of a landscape, a sky full of vibrant orange, reds, yellows burning their way onto the canvas. Clouds scattered around the fire of the sky, with a burnt orange moon peering out from behind them. In the centre of the painting sat a magnificent dome, within which there were buildings, quite sizeable buildings – almost like skyscrapers. The dome reflected the light of the sun onto the sandy terrain below and if you looked close enough, it was as if you could actually see the light dancing around the floor.
“This was my home.” The doctor said, his gentle voice cutting through the silence. “Gallifrey.”
The pride was evident in his voice as he stared longingly at the painting.
“It’s exquisite doctor.” You replied, still in awe.
“I don’t know where this painting came from. But I am glad some memory of my planet lives on. It was a truly wonderous place.” He said softly.
You glanced over at him, his face fallen slightly. You knew how much he missed him home, his people. Even though he tried to hide it, the guilt consumed him. And it broke your heart.
“Thank you.” You said, never taking your eyes from him. He turned to face you; his brow furrowed in confusion.
“For what?”
“For bringing me here. For showing me your home. I know how painful it must be for you and I am glad you felt comfortable enough to share this with me. It means a lot.” You explained, smiling softly at him.
The doctor took a step closer to you, cupping your face in his hands.
“There is no one else I would rather share this with. If I could take you there in person I would do so in a heartbeat. You are the most important thing in my life, and I want you to see me. All of me.” His words were so soft, so genuine it made tears well in your eyes.
“I see you doctor. And I love you.” You said, the words slipping out before you had a chance to stop them.
The doctor faltered for a second, slightly surprised by your confession. You began to pull away, regretting your choice before the doctor gently pulled your face towards him and promptly crashing his lips to yours. You sighed happily as you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss was short, but heartfelt. You pulled away grinning up at the doctor, who held you close.
“I love you too by the way.”
“Oh good” You chuckled.
The two of you stood there, just enjoying the others embrace.
“Yeah just tell Allie that she’s going to have to wait for that order, I have a lot more on my plate right now.” A loud voice echoed off the walls, causing you and the doctor to turn around.
The sound of footsteps were getting closer, as were the voices.
“Right so Alex if you could please get the Sontarans body armour boxed up and ready to ship for Monday, and Trevor if you sort of the Zantian artifacts that would be- Oh hello.” A man, dressed in a full suit and tie appeared before the two of you, followed by two other men, who you assumed to be Alex and Trevor.
“Hello” The doctor replied awkwardly.
“I’m sorry but how on earth did you get in here? This museum isn’t open for another week.” The man said, clearly very agitated.
You rolled your eyes, looking up at the doctor. “Really? You couldn’t have brought us here a week later.”
“Well, I didn’t want it to be busy when we came” The doctor said fidgeting with his bow tie.
You chuckled at his behaviour before turning your attention back to the man in front of you.
“Will you two stop blabbering and tell me how you got in here? I have every right to get you locked up for this. Breaking and entering one of the most prestige buildings in the city and I-“
“I’ll stop you right there thank you. We are actually a part of an official alien artifacts organization, and we were sent here to make sure everything was in order for the grand opening.” The doctor said, flashing them his psychic paper.
The man’s face dropped as he read whatever credentials had just shown up.
“Oh. Oh, right yes of course. I do apologize. I hadn’t been made aware of any visits” The man fumbled through an apology.
“Yes well the uh big boss wanted to keep it a surprise just in case. You know how things are. Anyway, everything seems to be in order. We were just admiring the painting before heading off so goodbye.” The doctor said quickly before taking your hand in his and beginning to walk away.
You were still grinning over the fact the doctor had kissed you. Not only that, he’d told you he loved you. You felt giddy.
“Why would you ever be interested in such a dull painting? Come, let me show you some artifacts that are worth your time.” The man called after the pair of you.
The doctor stopped dead in his tracks. You felt your stomach drop. The doctors face fell.
“What did you just say?” He asked, his voice calm.
But not a relaxing calm, more sinister. More like the type you get before a storm.
“The painting, it’s hardly anything of interest.” The man repeated, clearly not sensing the rising anger in the time lord.
The doctor dropped your hand, marching over to the man.
“You know nothing of that painting. You know nothing of my planet so don’t you dare for one minute tell me that my home is hardly anything of interest.” The doctor didn’t shout. He didn’t need to. His words held enough rage and force in them to do more damage than shouting ever could.
You watched as his chest rose and fell, obviously in an attempt to calm himself down. There was very little that riled the doctor up this much. But you understood why this had caused such a reaction.
“Y-your planet? You mean to say you’re a-“
“Time lord. Yes. The last of them. So choose your words a little more carefully.” The doctor replied.
The mans face contorted in disgust.
“How dare you step foot in here. How dare you step foot onto our planet. Timelords are a disgrace. There extinction was a victory for the rest of us.” His words were dripping with malice as he eyed the doctor.
Your heart burned, anger rising in you as well. The doctor froze once again, his breathing increasing once more. You saw his fists clench as his body became rigid with fury. You began to walk over to him, knowing you needed to get him out of here. You didn’t know what he was going to do but you didn’t want to find out.
“Restrain him.” The man called before you could reach him. The two other men standing behind him were on the doctor in an instant, pinning the doctor against the wall.
“Get off of me. Get off.” The doctor shouted, thrashing in their arms.
“Doctor!” You yelled running towards him.
However before you could reach him, two other men appeared grabbing a hold of you as well. You cried out in pain as they pulled you harshly away from the doctor.
“LET HER GO. DO NOT TOUCH HER" He bellowed, struggling even harder against the men holding him.
“Your kind are nothing but a plague to the rest of the universe. I will be doing her a kindness by getting rid of you.” The man snarled.
“Don’t you fucking hurt him.” You yelled as the men began dragging you away.
Your eyes found the doctor, he looked just as terrified as you just before he was dragged off to another room and out of your eyesight. The further you got from the doctor, the more panicked you became. They were going to kill him. You couldn’t let that happen. The men brought you to the end of a corridor, where there stood a cage.
“You’re just going to lock me up and leave me here are you? Very original” You spat.
One of the men chuckled. “Of course not. We’re going to lock you up and sell you to the highest bidder. There are all sorts of different aliens coming to the opening event that have never seen a human before. I’m sure they will be most interested in you.” He said, chuckling along with his friend.
No. This is not happening. You were getting the doctor and you were getting out of here. With all the energy you could muster, you kicked one the men square between the legs – causing him to double over in pain before doing the same to the other one. With their grip on your arms now loosened, you were able to pull yourself free and began running as fast as you could back in the direction on the doctor. When you made it back to the room you had originally been in, there was no sign of him.
Your mind was racing. You knew you only had a short amount of time before the men recovered and came after you. Suddenly, you heard the doctor yell out in pain. Your heart felt as if it stopped beating as you heard his cries. You went to run towards the noise before looking around you. If you ran in there unarmed, you were as good as captured again. You looked around the room before your eyes landed on the Silurian gun you had noticed earlier. You didn’t have to use it, just threaten to. You grabbed it off the wall before running in the direction of the doctor.
Everything was a bit of a blur after that. When you found the doctor he was laying on the floor, breathing heavily. He had cuts all over his face, as well as nasty looking bruises. It hadn’t taken much to scare the men away, none of them clearly having been threatened with a gun before. You helped the doctor stand before rushing back to the safety of the TARDIS.
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“There you are. All patched up.” You said with a smile, taking a step back to admire your work.
Due to the cuts the doctor had obtained, his face was lightly decorated with plasters which you have to admit was a rather funny sight.
“How do I look?” The doctor asked, standing up.
“You look…”
“Adorable? Cute Sexy?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of stupid, idiotic and dumb but sure” You teased, laughing at the frown on his face.
“Well I guess that’s the last time I let my girlfriend take care of me then.” He mumbled to himself as he walked back to the console.
Your stomach fluttered at his words. Whether he meant for you to hear them or not you weren’t sure, but you had.
“Girlfriend?” You commented, following him.
His eyes widened as you stood in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something before changing his mind and closing it again.
“Did you just call me your girlfriend?” You asked, a smirk pulling at your lips.
“I, well, technically yes. I just assumed – because of earlier- isn’t that usually what people do?” He said, stumbling over his words.
You beamed up at him, taking his face gently in your hands. “Yes, it is. Albeit people usually get asked rather than told, but as long as I’m yours I really don’t care.”
The doctors cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at your words, causing your heart to race. He was so beautiful.
“Now as your girlfriend, I demand that you keep this pretty face of yours safe. As much fun as I had looking after you, I’d like my boyfriend to remain in one piece.”
“You think my face is…pretty?” The doctor said, still very flustered.
“Of course I do. Even if its been slightly battered with all these bruises.” You ran your thumb gently across each one before leaning up and placing a kiss on them.
The doctor fidgeted slightly as you kissed his face, making you chuckle against him.
You pulled back and smiled at him. “There we are, all better.”
He grinned down at you, nothing but love reflecting back at you.
“I will forever be grateful that the universe gave me the gift of meeting you.” The doctor said, holding you close to him.
“I love you too.” You replied, sighing happily as you rested your head against his chest.
You could hear his two hearts beating in a steady rhythm as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. This was definitely something you could get used to. And you did.
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They Kiss You To Escape
Preference
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Rory Williams
Warnings:
Request: “Good night! I love Doctor Who and I really wanted to send you a request about a preference 😁 10, 11, Jack and Rory having to kiss their crushes to escape/hide from someone, please!” Anon
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Tenth Doctor
The Doctor looked so uncomfortable.
He was pressed into the corner of the conference room, unable to escape the chattering of a persistent woman. She laughed ridiculously, shaking her whole body until she was bumping into him. The Doctor shook her off with a forced smile.
(Y/N) watched them from afar, perhaps enjoying his state of panic – very rarely do you see the Doctor knocked down a peg.
Though it was peculiar to see him so resistant of a flirtatious encounter. He was always sweeping strangers off their feet with talk of space and how brilliant he was. But right then there was nothing but strain on his face as the touchy woman sought his arm.
“I should take pity on him,” (Y/N) thought, sipping the remaining of her cocktail and envisioning a list of things the Doctor could do to repay her kindness.
She nudged through the crowd of babbling businessmen and their escorts to reach the corner of the room, starting to hear the high pitch voice of the confounding woman.
“Oh, stop!” she shrieked in laughter, “You couldn’t possibly have anything else to do tonight.”
“W-Well…” the Doctor stuttered, “I’ve got people to see, lords to meet, p-planets to save.” He frantically sought an excuse to escape.
(Y/N) could have sworn she watched the clouds part and sunshine fall on his face as the Doctor spotted her arrival. He practically yelled at her.
“(Y/N)!”
The insistent woman turned brazenly, a hand against her collarbone.
“Hi there,” (Y/N) said brightly.
“Hello, darling,” the Doctor said, pushing to reach her side. “How are you?”
But he didn’t give her a chance to respond as he gripped her waist and pulled her to his lips. He kissed her hard and fierce, leaving no room to question how he felt about her. (Y/N) was shocked into a standstill, hands braced against his arms as he leaned into her hungrily.
It was all-consuming, his fingers digging into her sides, holding her in place as he claimed her mouth.
The pair of them were so absorbed in each other’s embrace that they completely missed the departure of the flustered woman.
It might’ve been minutes later that (Y/N) pushed against the Doctor’s arms, gasping for air. “Woah…”
The Doctor instantly pulled away, believing that he had overstepped beyond repair. He rubbed at his face, fingers lingering over his lips as he fumbled over something to say.
“I… you – I’m sorry, (Y/N),” and he looked it too. “I couldn’t get that infernal woman to leave and then you… I didn’t mean to come at you like that.”
(Y/N) had a hand to her chest, chasing the rapid beating of her heart. “Um…” she gulped, “I didn’t mind.”
His head was downturned, but his eyes flew to hers. “Sorry?”
She shook her head, “I didn’t mind.”
He got a wonderous look on his face. And (Y/N) had the sneaking suspicion there was a reason he didn’t fancy going out with the stranger.
Eleventh Doctor
His mind was reeling, jumping from one scenario to another. It was making his jittery movements more erratic, his fingers dancing about as he saw his thoughts before him.
He was starting to sweat with the anticipation, “By George,” he muttered, “I’m in a right state.”
“Sorry?” (Y/N) asked, lounging near the tardis. It was stuck in a quantum lock by a devious friend of the Doctor’s, one that peevishly sought to jest his companions with silly requests.
The Doctor winced at her words, on the brink of bolting, “I’ve got to do something.” He rubbed his fingertips together, inching towards her like every step was crunching over glass. “And in all my years, it’s comparable to some of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done.”
“Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked, standing to meet him, “You’re a bit jumpy.”
He gave a breathy laugh, “I’m just twitterpated.”
She scrunched her brow, “Okay,” she eyed his nervous gaze.
He licked his lips, “See the problem is I’ve made a deal with the magistrate,” he gestured towards the palace behind them, “And there’s no way we can unlock the tardis without me meeting the terms.”
“Alright,” (Y/N) smiled, “What is he asking you to do?”
“Something I’ve given a great deal of thought to,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, “And my friend finds it appropriate to make it a requirement for our escape.”
“Can I help?”
He laughed again, high and nervous, “Bear with me.” He reached her standing figure, “This isn’t quite how I imagined it, but… right.” He went to cup her face with nimble fingers, fear lining his gaze.
(Y/N) grew worried, reaching to grab his arm, but before she could voice her concern, the Doctor put his lips on hers. Gentle and apprehensive and sweet at first, he pulled away just an inch – only to plant a stronger kiss right after. It was as if he wanted to capture one memorable kiss before the possible rejection that might follow.
He had to pry himself away, stumbling back and ashamedly looking at her as the tardis doors swung open as if on command.
“I’m sorry,” he said, twisting his fingers.
She stared at him with wide eyes, “You daft old man.” His continual look of shame brought a smile to her face, “I would have agreed if you just asked.”
His posture straightened out, surprised, “You… you didn’t mind.”
“Doctor,” she laughed, “I’ve known about your little crush since our first adventure. You’re so terribly obvious.”
He started to smile, “I always thought myself mysterious and debonair.”
“And who was I to crush that confidence.” She went for his hand, “You would have thought he asked you to wipe my memory or send me away with how scared you looked.”
“You happen to be a very scary person.”
“Said no one, ever.”
He shrugged, giddily enjoying his hand in hers, “We’re holding hands.”
She laughed, “Well spotted, Doctor.”
Jack
They raced down the corridor, blaring red lights illuminating their path. The terrifying sound of dozens of army boots pounded away behind them.
Jack grappled for her hand.
“Just around this corner!” he yelled over the sirens, “There’s gotta be a way out.”
“What if there isn’t?”
“Don’t think like that,” Jack cried, swinging around the corner.
They came face to face with a high security door. It was sealed airtight, powered by an electrical panel.
“Dammit,” Jack ground out, pounding on the metal door, once – twice. “Right.” He tore at the electrical panel, revealing a mess of buzzing wires. A few began sparking as he tugged at them, whipping his hand away at singeing his fingers.
“We don’t have a way to open it,” (Y/N) muttered, feeling her gut sink at the realization that they were trapped with the inevitable chasing after them.
Jack rolled up his sleeves, “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He gave her a wink, “I told you I’d get us out of here – a few wires aren’t going to stop us.”
“But you’ll be electric-“ She was cut off with a scream as Jack reached in and yanked a fistful of wires out of the box.
His teeth clenched, his body seizing as volts of lightning shot through him, effectively stopping his heart. He flew to the ground, singed and smoking, completely still as the life left him.
(Y/N) cried out, falling to her knees, “Jack,” she gasped. “Oh my god, Jack!” She reached for his chest, ignoring how the door unsealed itself, snapping open with a hiss.
“Come on,” she said shakily, placing her fists over his heart and beginning to push down. “I swear to god, Jack, if you die because of opening a bloody door…”
She cupped his face, kissing him gently and blowing air into his lungs. He didn’t stir for another minute, the taste of salty tears on his lips as she began to cry above him.
It was not how she envisioned their first kiss.
“Please,” she begged, “Please, wake up.”
And with an almighty breath, Jack sat up, crying out, “Woah!” He planted his hands on his chest, wincing, “Did you give me CPR?”
(Y/N) had her hands over her mouth, staring at him in horror.
He was touching his lips then, “Were we kissing?” He gave her a raised eyebrow, “And I missed it?”
She smacked him across the arm, “Why are you acting like that? You just died, Jack!”
“Yeah, about that…” he climbed to his feet, “I sort of can’t – you know – die.”
(Y/N) glared at him, “Would’ve been nice to know beforehand.”
He shrugged, giving her that charismatic smile, “I have a flare for the dramatic.” He took a step towards her, “Now, about that kiss.”
“You mean the CPR I was giving you to save your life.”
“Potato, patato,” he grinned, “I think we should do it again sometime.”
She shook her head, unable to contain her smile, “Unbelievable.”
Rory
They walked as inconspicuously as possible, not wishing to draw the attention of the crowds. Rory had her wrist in his hand, paving the way through the masses. They tried to hide their growing looks of panic, taking short, shallow breaths.
“Do they know we’re here?” (Y/N) asked quietly near his back.
He swallowed, “I hope not.”
“Very reassuring,” she muttered, whipping her eyes around. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
He led her towards the nearest corridor, checking to see if any uniforms were waiting just around the corner. They moved quicker, jogging around to find the exit. It was just another day in the life of adventure with the Doctor.
And what could be more brilliant than getting lost on a foreign planet without any idea where the tardis was.
“Do you hear that?” (Y/N) tugged on Rory’s hand, pausing their steps.
He scrunched his brow, “Reinforcements.” Heavy footfalls seemed to come from all around them. “They must be changing shifts.”
(Y/N) spotted a helmet turning the corner on their left, “Incoming.”
Rory cursed, looking towards the right and seeing the same thing. Soldiers were winding their way through the traveling people.
“What do we do?” (Y/N) whispered, feeling Rory’s fingers fidget against her wrist. “They’re going to spot us for sure.”
Rory looked unsure of himself, pulling (Y/N) towards him, “Do you trust me?”
“What?” She eyed his apprehension, “Of course I trust you.”
He gulped, pressing her flush against him and waiting for the soldiers to be mere feet away. Finally he took a shaky breath and twisted her around, pressing her into the wall behind them. He slammed his lips onto hers, shielding as much of her body with his.
She was hesitant at first but went along with the plan as soon as her shock wore off. She wound her fingers into his hair, keeping him against her mouth. They melded together, hot and heavy against the wall as groups of people wanders past.
It was a lifetime before they pulled apart for some air.
“Well, that was…” (Y/N) started off.
Rory blinked, all in a daze, “Yeah…”
She bit her lip, “I think we’re in the clear.”
“Right, of course,” he cleared his throat. “But when we get back…”
She raised her eyebrows, “Pick up where we left off?”
“Yes, please.”
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Can we please have a companion who just tries to gaslight their way out of dangerous situations while The Doctor figures out a plan? Like:
Dalek: You are a friend of The Doctor!
Companion: *standing next to The Doctor* what? Who’s that? I don’t know any Doctor. Probably not even a real thing. You’re making things up. You’re crazy.
Doctor: wtf r u doing
Companion: shush. This? *points at doctor* this is my friend… Dave.
Dalek: that is the doctor
Cpmpanion: I bet your friends told you that. They’re lying. They’re jealous of what we have. We have a deep connection.
Dalek: What are you talking about weve only just met-
Companion: you’re lying we both know it. You’re just confused.
Dalek: wth-
Comapnion: babe it’s okay just let us go and prove you’re not crazy. I know you’re not crazy. Just let us go.
Dalek: Yk what idgaf just gtf out of here
Doctor: 👁 👄 👁
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The Doctor Will See You Now Masterlist
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Part One : I Can See You
Set in the year 1956, (Y/N) is the young teaching assistant to the Eleventh Doctor. After an incident involving a short skirt, the Doctor is determined to tell you how he feels. And maybe, while he’s there, do a few other things…
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While in a creative slump, a college student named (Y/N) decides to take a short walk after not completing her homework. In the middle of her walk, she runs into the Tenth Doctor. After he tells her that he can take her away from the real world, he makes a few too many more promises and she wonders how much longer she can take.
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Fresh from a horrible online relationship, the Ninth Doctor tries to comfort his long time companion (Y/N). He is quick to realize that his own personal feelings for her might start getting in the way of things.
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After defeating the Daleks for second time that day, the Thirteenth Doctor starts playfully teasing with the former hostage of the Dalek, a woman named (Y/N). Little does the Doctor know, (Y/N) has been feeling something a bit more than playful teasing…
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A girl named (Y/N) makes the horrible realization that it has been a long time since she actually did something for herself. Upon meeting the Twelfth Doctor at a pub, she decides that its finally time to change her fate…
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Infinitely Ordinary Life - 10th Doctor x Reader
An: This is a story I started a full year ago. Today I finally decided to finish it. I want to start writing more for you all, so I started with just finishing up this old gem. This can also be read as the 11th Doctor, as there aren't a lot of specifics about his appearance. I hope you all enjoy it! Gif isn't mine :)
Summary: You and the Doctor find yourselves on a beautiful planet. This moment of tranquillity results in you wanting a bit of rest. This domestic break leaves the two of you room to question your relationship and your ever-growing romantic attachment to the other.
Word Count: 3011
Warnings: Angst with Comfort, Happy-ish Ending, Longing and Denial, Psychic Touch, You're also very Comfortable With Touch
Song I based this off: Infinitely Ordinary by The Wrecks
But then there was that sea: The brilliant blue of the ocean reminded you of home, even when it was billions of miles away. All of those silly beach days, with ice cream, sandcastles and seagulls, with all those funny little human traditions. You felt a nostalgic pull to the sea.
“Look at that sky,” The Doctor hushed, lacing his fingers with yours whilst looking over the rocks at the sea-side view. It seemed no matter where in the universe you happen to find yourself, the seaside is the seaside.
The vibrant warmth of the sun burnt into the rocks below. The glow imbued the clouds with a rich, warm blaze that seemed to unfurl across the vast horizon.
It looked like a sky on fire, just like Galifrey all those years ago. He would be the first to admit that it still hurt him to see something so painfully familiar, but he had you there to remind him that it was indeed different.
The patient rage of the sky seemed almost entirely separate from the gloomy blue waves, as though the two were in two very different worlds. However, every so often, the light caught at just the right angle, and the two blended seamlessly. It was beautiful.
The both of you had mutually decided it was a sight worth seeing from the moment you stepped out of the TARDIS, no matter what accompanied it. But fortunately for you, the planet was completely uninhabited and had been for hundreds of years.
"You know, Doctor," You beamed, leaning your head on his shoulder, "Times like these are so… rare."
The waves ceaselessly lapped on the beach, and never had the Doctor been more comfortable than in this one moment of innocent bliss. Your hand was still in his. He wasn't sure he would've stayed there if not for the way your eyes lit up at the blazing sunset. Nothing could ever compare to those eyes.
He proceeded to set his chin atop your head, "What'd you mean by that?"
"Peace and quiet. With you, I mean," You gestured around with your free hand, “No threats, no nothing. Just us.”
What was said as a passing comment, really managed to hook the Doctor's attention. The ocean's lull was the last thing in his mind as he realised that you were right.
"I'm half expecting a Sontaran to drop out of the sky. It'll fall right into the ocean in front of us, knowing our luck,"
He couldn't remember the last time he stopped to smell the flowers, so to speak, especially not since you were his companion. Ever since you had set foot on the TARDIS, all those months ago, the Doctor had done nothing but speed around the universe, showing you everything he could think of.
Different species, different worlds, space stations, your distant past and future; nothing fazed his latest addition to a long history of friends.
Because of that, he had also been doing his best to be as honest as possible with you. He had learnt whilst travelling with Martha that he can't hide from everything. He didn’t want you to think he didn’t trust you, especially since you were upfront about yourself.
The Doctor lifted his head to look at you in delighted silence. Instead of paying any attention whatsoever to what you were saying, all he saw were the little tufts of your hair that were refusing to settle. Now, of course, hair doesn't exactly hold place when you're at sea, but even the wisps of hair looked so, so soft.
Without thinking, he had already reached out and had begun to gently run his fingers through a section of your hair.
"You know what," The Doctor declared, barely above a whisper, "For once, I'm glad nothing is chasing us."
At that moment, you pulled away from the Doctor, "C'mon, I want to go to the water."
The Doctor chased after you for once as you trailed your way down the rough rocks, down to the waterfront. You were both giggling, gasping and smiling giddily at one another.
Grinning, the Doctor sat on the sand, inviting you to join him. The waves were lapping at the beach a couple of metres in front of the both of you.
It was windy, but you two didn't mind. It was nice to be happy together for once. The Doctor noticed you pulling your sleeves over your hands, and realised you were cold. After all, he was cold too.
Or at least, that's what he told himself when he shuffled closer to you and draped an arm around your shoulder.
He felt so vulnerable and uncertain, but oh so alive.
Maybe it wasn't so bad, just relaxing for a moment. These enchanting little moments made Doctor feel human.
For a moment, he felt like what he was feeling had no repercussions. The Doctor could sit here, hold you close and everything would be okay. He didn’t have to worry about losing you any second or have to make sacrifices to keep you alive. He didn’t have to think about how this would all end one day, and he’d be left a shell of himself.
Everything was so perfect, like a scene out of a movie. He didn't have anything but you to think about. No mistakes, no regrets, no hard decisions. No saving the universe or worrying over your health. You gave him a moment of sanctity to remember you in: it was brilliantly human.
Great heavens, how he loved you. He just knew he couldn’t call it that.
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"Doctor," You started, collapsing onto the cool grating of the Console room, "I think I want to stay home,"
The Doctor knew that you didn't like running around, but not enough to put you off travelling with him. If he had known, he would’ve worked around it. He didn't want to see his favourite person leave just because they couldn't keep up. However, the last thing he wanted to do was force you to stay. You made your decision, and he was going to respect it.
He was utterly crushed, feeling his hearts sink as he stood around the consoles, Keeping his head down, the Doctor nodded weakly, "Yeah,"
You had clearly noticed his response wasn't what you expected. You were expecting a fit or an annoyed sigh. At least, until you realized what you said.
"Wait, no, I meant- I meant can we stay in the TARDIS," You corrected.
The Doctor then stopped in his tracks, hands still hovering over console controls. He could’ve sworn his hearts stopped. He broke out in a small giggle, managing to chirp out a quiet, "You called the TARDIS home."
You shushed him, burying your face in your hands, "Can we please just stay in for a bit. It's been months since either of us has had a proper break, and after that nightmare…"
The Doctor smiled affectionately, pulling his hand away from the console, "Well, since you asked, I suppose I can make an exception for my lovely companion."
"Thank you," You responded, voice soft, suddenly hit with a wave of tiredness. You yawned, and the Doctor did so too.
"Infecting me with your tiredness, I see. Maybe you should start this break with a nap. In your bed." The Doctor spoke, more at you than to you, "There are tons of pillows. Nice and cosy."
You hum, pulling yourself off the floor, "I think I will."
"Nighty night," The Doctor waggled his fingers in a short goodbye.
"Goodnight, love,"
But as you sluggishly walked away, the Doctor was back to thinking a mile a minute. He swore he heard you… no. You couldn't have. But you did. Oh boy, he’d have to be careful around you, You already had him wrapped around your finger.
"You're not burning anything are you?" You mumble, heaving yourself into the kitchen, only having woken up because you heard a pan drop in the kitchen.
"Oh! Good Morning," The Doctor beamed. Leaning back against the counter, he was sipping from a mug, "For your information, I didn't burn anything, thank you very much,"
"Well, it smelt like half the TARDIS was on fire, felt like I should come to your rescue. Make sure you're still alive," You hummed, walking around the breakfast bar and next to the Doctor. From the corner of his eye, he noticed you glance up at him.
The Doctor sighed, "Mh, alright, sure. Also, don't drink the coffee." The Doctor sipped again, "It's not coffee. Well, it is, sort of, but it's horrible for humans."
"How else am I supposed to get caffeinated?" You sigh sarcastically, already filling the kettle.
"Guess you'll have to find some other way," The Doctor mimicked your tone playfully, sighing, moving out of your way.
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After the kettle started boiling, you turned your attention back to the Doctor, "How long was I asleep?"
"A while," The Doctor hummed into his mug.
”Ah the benefits of a time machine,” You smiled to yourself, before addressing the Doctor, "And um, did you get any sleep yourself?"
"No." The Doctor confessed, staring holes into the bottom of his mug.
"Nightmares?" You murmured delicately. The Doctor nodded. You exhaled softly, “I don’t think I can say anything to help, but I can offer you a hug in this trying time.”
The Doctor rolled his eyes, before setting his mug down to accept that hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close to you. You felt his breath on your neck as the two of you stood there. You were eventually broken apart by the kettle popping behind you.
Turning around, you begin to make your favourite hot drink whilst speaking, “Well, is there anything you’d like to do today? Other than running around, because my feet are killing me.”
The Doctor smiled at you, nodding as he picked his cup back up. "We could watch some movies? I’m sure the TARDIS has a good selection. We could have a real good Movie Night. Not that… 'night' has any meaning in a time machine. Or in general."
"A movie day? Movie… movie session?" you chimed in.
"I don't suppose it matters too much, as long we’re doing something,”
"Why are you following me?" You called out behind you, walking through the corridors of the TARDIS, “You’re following me like a lost puppy. You’ve even got the eyes for it.”
"The TARDIS wouldn’t let me read in peace, and I’m so bored.” The Doctor retorted, before scoffing, “And what, are you saying I have cute eyes?”
”Would it be a problem if I was?” You countered, pacing yourself so that the Doctor could catch up.
”Well, no, I just,” The doctor stammered, “I’m more interested in what you’re doing.”
”I’m just wandering around,” You confess, “It’s interesting. There are lots of places in the TARDIS that I’ve never seen. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to get some reading in first.”
”I know…” The Doctor sighed, “Can we go and watch that movie now, please?
”Yeah we can,” Smiling, you followed the Doctor whilst discussing movie genres.
“So, you’re sure you want to watch a documentary?” You scoffed, “You?”
Offended, the Doctor peeked his head over his shoulder, ”What’s wrong with that!”
”I just don’t want you to get offended at someone mistelling a story.” You snicker to yourself, sitting down on the loveseat and getting comfortable. The Doctor rolled his eyes and proceeded to sort out the movie. Eventually, he picked out a documentary about Egypt from the year 2132.
As the Doctor settled down next to you, he put his arm around your shoulders.
“I’m going to be honest,” The Doctor spoke over the documentary, which had just started discussing different artefacts, “I’d probably hate this if it weren’t for you being here.”
”What, hate taking a rest?”
”Yeah.” The Doctor avoided your eyes, “I hate staying still. It gives me time to think. But, with you here, it’s actually kind of nice.”
In the dark room, only illuminated in a gentle yellow glow, you practically made heart eyes at your companion. You hadn’t had the time to consider his appearance much, but now that he was looking right into your eyes, an arm wrapped over you whilst watching a movie, you could feel your heart racing. You just hoped the Doctor couldn’t.
”I mean, I love just spending time with you, no matter what,” You confessed. You tore your eyes from the Doctor, trying to watch the movie. As soon as you looked back to the screen, his free hand made its way to yours.
His rough fingers brushed over the back of your hand gently, but as he did that you felt a wave of emotion that wasn’t yours. You weren’t sure how you could tell they weren’t yours, but you could.
You felt relaxed and comfortable, that much was obvious to you.
But there was something else, you could only draw it up to confusion, and dread. You could feel an almost overpowering airy feeling, potentially admiration, but you could feel the unshakable, dark panic that hid beneath.
That empty feeling ate away at everything else. It tainted every other feeling, completely unrelenting.
In the midst of these feelings, you laced your hand with the Doctors, and the feelings intensified. You felt the light and the dark tear at each other, the two feelings tangling and tearing at each other.
You were trying so desperately to understand these feelings, what they were about, but as soon as you realised they were The Doctor’s feelings, his hand pulled away, and his arm left your shoulder.
“I’m sorry, um,” The Doctor stuttered out, “It’s a sort of psychic communication. It was a common thing for Time Lords, I didn’t mean to do it, I didn’t even realise. I’m sorry if that was invasive.”
”So wait, that’s how you’re feeling?” You ask, looking over to the Doctor for confirmation, who swallowed nervously. When he nods, you consider for a moment, before speaking, “Doctor, why are you so afraid?”
”I, um…” The Doctors head fell forwards, “I… I think I um, I think I’m in love with you.” He lamented, “The thought terrifies me. I’m sorry if that ruins things,”
”Oh,” You sat, completely astonished, “It doesn’t ruin things, I think- well, I know I’ve been in love with you for a while.”
The Doctor ran his hands through his hair, “I think I’m scared to love you… scared to say it. I know one day you’ll leave. I know it. You could die, any day now. I won’t get to spend the rest of my life with you, but you’ll spend the rest of your life with me. It’s not fair.”
The Doctor once again looked over his shoulder, but this time his eyes were puffy and red. Without words, you cupped his cheek in your hand and pressed your forehead against yours. His breath was hot and unsteady against your face. He lifted his head, and looked you in the eyes for a moment, before leaning his face towards yours. Your lips touched, and the Doctors arms wrapped around you, both balling up your clothes in a desperate attempt to hold onto that moment. Your movements were frantic, both relieved to finally be kissing the other, but longing to make things last.
You had no words. He was right. You wanted to tell him you would be okay, but you knew you had a limited life. You wanted to spend your life with him, to make the most of what you had, but you didn’t think that was really your decision to make. You weren’t the one that would still be alive after it’s all over.
You snaked your arm over his shoulders and pressed a sorrow-filled kiss against his temple.
”I just, I can’t lose you.” The Doctor’s teary eyes met with yours, “You make me feel so alive, so happy.”
”I’m sorry things are like this.” You breathed, “Whatever we are, is completely up to you.”
”That’s the thing,” He let out a quiet sob, his voice trembling, “I’ve acknowledged it now. I know you love me back, I want to kiss you enough as it is… every time you make your stupid jokes, whenever you look at me with that lovelorn look, you look in my eyes like I’m incapable of loving you back. Knowing that you’d want that too?” The Doctor’s face twisted into a solemn state, ”I just, I can’t help but imagine how things would be if we were different.”
Tears were now streaming down your cheeks, watching the man you love torn apart by this.
When you finally parted, you were the first person to talk, ”I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
”Me too,” The Doctor laughed weakly through the tears. You held his face gently, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs, wiping away the tears, ”Can… can we do that more often?”
You smiled sadly, “Of course we can, love.”
”Who knows, maybe we can find a way to make this work long-term.” The Doctor’s voice cracked and rasped as he spoke, “I suppose we can see.”
”I’ll do anything I can to make sure this lasts as long as possible,” You press a kiss to the tip of his nose, “So, you’re happy to be with me?”
”So so happy,” He laughed, tear-stained cheeks forming an odd toothy smile.
You pressed another kiss against his head as you shifted over, patting your lap, “Do you want to put your head down for a bit?”
He nodded. You watched him set his head on your thighs, arms wrapping around your leg and sighing as you started to run your fingers through his hair. You both started watching the documentary again, now discussing theories about the Pyramids.
The Doctor’s breathing returned to normal, and his voice, whilst still hoarse, was calm and relaxed as he whispered to you, “I think I could get used to this.”
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"It's a Texas thing"
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“It’s literally two am, shut up.”
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"If you can't sleep...we could have sex?"
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to punch you."
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"I'm pretty sure this place in haunted."
"Hold my hand you asshole"
"Did...Did you just bark at that guy?"
"Awww yay what a nice reunion! Now come fucking help me"
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"I love you so much I'm gonna bite you."
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Baking weekends : "Kiss the cook"
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Hello again, It's froggit here, so since i finished the last part of my series of one shots with the tenth doctor, i wanted to continue the time line, but with different doctors. For this one, you would have guessed it, the 11th is gonna make an apearence. I wanted to do something fluffy with him, not much running around with this one. May be in a future chapter. Anyway, as always, Warning : English is not my first language. So please be indulgent.
Froggit-
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It was a new day aboard the TARDIS. As you awoke from your slumber, a tinge of sadness washed over you as you realized the Doctor wasn't beside you. You and the Doctor had been inseparable married since his last regeneration. Back then, your sister was still on the verge of marriage, but an insidious queen alien threatened to unleash her offspring upon humanity. Though the problem was resolved, your sister had to leave the TARDIS for her own safety.
Rising from your bed, you made your way to the TARDIS wardrobe, selecting a (F/c) top paired with washed up wide-legged jeans for today's outfit. Completing your look with your favorite sport shoes, you headed back to the console. Greeting the TARDIS, you found the Doctor tinkering with his sonic screwdriver beneath the main platform, muttering curses under his breath.
"Good morning, sweetheart!" you exclaimed, standing by the console to observe the Time Lord at work.
"Ah, (Y/N)! Finally up--?"
"You could have woken me, you know?"
"Wouldn't dream of depriving you of sleep, now would I?"
"Still haunted by our last sleepover with the Ponds, are you?" you teased, knowing full well he didn't mind those gatherings one bit, but your last escapade involving chasing him with pears during Amy's visit had leaved him on his guards.
"That, and Sexy here needed a bit of tinkering. But we do have to meet up with our in-laws, don't we?"
"Better hurry, or Amy will have both our heads on a silver platter by the time we get there."
"Geronimo, then."
Adjusting a few levers on the console, the Doctor drew closer to you before turning around on his feets, planting an excited kiss on your lips, then pulling the Big lever to send the TARDIS flying off. And landing it did, with a loud sound just down the block.
"You're getting better at parking her! For once, we didn't end up in Amy's kitchen; that's a first." Did you teased him.
"I said I was sorry. Not my fault the oven was wide open."
"I'm not complaining. Now we have a brand new oven to bake with!"
Approaching the door, you barely had time to knock before the ginger woman engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. Amy had become a close friend since she first entered the TARDIS, her courageous demeanor and contagious sassiness made her impossible not to like. The two of you were quite the pair, sticking together in every circumstance, and today was no exception. As usual on weekends, you had decided to visit and bake with her, initially just a joke, but it had become a regular activity for the girls as time went on, spurred by the Doctor's sweet tooth and craving for sugar.
After exchanging greetings with Rory, Amelia tossed you your cooking apron, adorned with a magnificent "Kiss the Cook" slogan on the front. Catching it gracefully, you tied it securely around your waist as you helped Amelia with hers. Turning to face the grinning Doctor seated on one of the stools, you inquired, "So, pretty boy, what shall we try this time?"
"Have we made 'gâteau au yaourt' yet?"
"What even is that?" Amy chimed in, detaching herself from your grasp.
"Good choice, Doctor. Now, we just need a container to measure everything."
After washing your hands, you felt the Doctor's gaze on your new apron.
"Do you like it?"
"I more than like it. It suits you well."
And there it was, that smile that always made you weak in the knees. Blushing, you turned away, which only seemed to widen the Doctor's grin.
"Oh, shush..."
Without waiting for his response, you began gathering the ingredients needed for the cake. Retrieving your phone from your back pocket, you started an energetic playlist, dancing around the counter while Amy sang along to certain parts.
"So, let me guide you through this, Amy. First, we need some yogurt."
Peeking into the fridge, the ginger-haired girl retrieved a small white container. And so, you began explaining how yogurt cake was an important French bakery item, a practical dessert with no need for precise measurements, perfect for busy meetings.
The recipe was simple enough, so while Amy mixed the batter, you whipped up some cream, trying your best to keep up with the beat of the music. Once finished, you stored the cream in the fridge before joining Amy for the final step: pouring the batter into a circular pan and placing it in the oven.
With the cake now baking, you suggested to Amy that she and Rory take a break while you tackled the dishes. Eyeing you suspiciously, she warned you not to make a mess in her absence. Whether she was referring to you or the Doctor, who was still seated at the counter, you couldn't be sure. Shaking your head, you ushered her out before taking your place at the sink, whisk in hand.
As you washed the utensils, you felt someone's hands wrap around your waist, and a head drop onto your shoulder.
"Bored already, darling?"
"Not really…"
"Then what's on your mind?"
You had just shaken your hands to remove excess water when you turned around to find the Doctor's face mere inches from yours, his nose adorned with a smudge of batter. Did he really just lick the bowl? Deciding you didn’t even want to question it, you just stared at it for a while before speaking up.
“You have a little something on your face.. Here let me help you.” Taking the end of your apron, you brought it up to his face before weeping the small spot at the tip of his nose. His smile shined once more as you sneakily swapped your places, making him now trapped between you and the counter.
"So, tell me, what's going on in that beautiful head of yours? You've been unusually quiet…"
"Can't I just listen to you talk?"
"Shouldn't it be the other way around?"
"I mean, you've lived in France for a couple of lives, so you might know more than me on this point."
"Says the man with a universe's worth of knowledge in his library. You're not fooling me on this one, spaceman."
Your faces were now tantalizingly close, as you tried to coax him into saying something. With you this close, all he wanted was to tell you everything but it would ruin the surprise. He had wanted for it to be special, a small adventure for the both of you, but he was too scared to spill it out of excitement to say something.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"Apparently not enough. Tell me about it."
With a small laugh, you grabbed him by his bow tie, crashing your lips against his, melting into his touch as you basked in his comfort. Each sweet kiss sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, just like the first time you met. Your hands grasped at anything you could on him, trying to ground yourself in the moment.
Your embrace seemed too short, as your make-out session was interrupted by the timer on the oven. With your hair disheveled and the Doctor's bow tie undone, you tried to compose yourselves, pulling your hair back and slipping on a heat-resistant glove to retrieve the cake from the oven. Admiring the beautiful golden top, you could practically taste its delicious aroma.
You and the Doctor attempted to look a bit more presentable, but as always Amy bursted into the kitchen, wanting to ensure everything was all right.
"Cake's out of the oven?"
"Yep."
Upon closer inspection, she laughed at the Doctor's disheveled appearance. He was still straightening his bow tie, his collar askew, revealing a few red marks, with his shirt wrinkled and partially untucked, his suspenders struggling to stay attached to his pants.
"You two had fun, I see."
Blushing, you were tempted to toss your glove at Amy, but she dodged it with ease, giggling as she left, seemingly on her way to spread some gossip.
"Shit, I missed..."
Well, it could have been worse. You helped the Doctor readjust his bow tie, before boiling water for tea. Finally, you made the cake presentable and topped it with fresh whipped cream and raspberries.
And as you set everything on the table, the Doctor marveled at his luck. How did he end up with someone who could keep up with him on every adventure? He remembered the look on your face when you first saw his new regeneration. He had told you beforehand, but he still worried that you wouldn't love him the same way with his new face.
How silly was he to think that someone who had changed faces so many times would reject him. To you, he was still the Doctor, the beautiful creature who had shown you the universe, made you feel loved and cared for. Even if he was a bit smaller, with longer hair and a larger chin. In your opinion it made him all the easier to kiss, and you were grateful for it.
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The afternoon ended on a beautiful note, with you, the Doctor, and the Ponds enjoying a delicious homemade cake as soft music played in the background. You discussed future adventures and reminisced about memories made along the way, planning your next baking escapade. It was no surprise when the Doctor suggested trying to make some alien cake next time. In your mind, you had already reached the bottom shelf of the TARDIS library, eyeing the row of books, wondering if the red recipe book with Gallifreyan writings on the cover could help.
You had been working tirelessly for weeks now to perfect a recipe while visiting your sister. Secretly learning Gallifreyan, with some assistance from the TARDIS in selecting the right books for translation. You were grateful for her help in this endeavor. You wanted for it to be perfect after all and create something meaningful for him.
As the sun set, you bid farewell to the Ponds, promising to visit again soon, before returning to the TARDIS. Once in space, the Doctor was finally able to execute his plan, sending you both to one of the most beautiful soirées in the galaxy to dance the night away. For a short while he disappeared into the corridors of the TARDIS, letting you ponder what he was up to this time.
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"Well, milady, we are awaited somewhere rather special. Your finest dress is advised for this glorious night." The Doctor exclaimed with the voice of a television host, returning in a magnificent white vest and black dress pants. A smile graced your lips as you admired him and his unusual attire.
"Just give me a moment, beautiful stranger… I'll be right back." Making your way to the TARDIS wardrobe, you examined the extensive selection of dresses, eventually landing one recommended by River. You had chosen it on one of your last trips together, waiting for the perfect occasion to wear it. As for jewelry, you adorned yourself with a simple golden necklace the Doctor had given you for your first anniversary.
Emerging onto the main platform, you found the Doctor still where you had left him, his feet tapping the ground in a repeating pattern. When he turned around, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. The dress you wore was a mid-length gown with a slit, featuring a V-neckline that revealed just the right amount of cleavage. It hugged your figure perfectly, with two distinct parts to the sleeves—one that made the top stand straight and the other cascading over your shoulder. Your makeup was soft, your hair elegantly styled, complementing every curve of your body.
"So… what do you think?"
"Bleamy, (Y/N)...., you look out of this world…"
Still a blushing mess, you interlocked your arm with his as you walked out of the TARDIS, a wide grin spreading across your face when you saw where he had taken you.
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Bonus :
"I suppose I made the right choice of dress, didn't I?" Did you laugh practically out of air.
As always, the night ended with both of you escaping the scene, giggling like a mad married couple , with a few soldiers trying to get hold of you. Let's just say you were discovered in one of the corridors making out once again, this time with the Doctor fully adorned in your favorite deep red lipstick.
“Forgot i was banned from the palace-” The doctor finally admitted as the Tardis came into view.
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