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morganas-pendragons · 5 months

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ache | fourteen

this got away from me sooooooo quickly, I hope you like it!

The first time you met him, he didn't have to tell you how old he was. You were well versed in reading people. In distinguishing those hidden details between the lines, between the cracks of the person, and recognizing the little things no one else could bother to care about.

You knew he was old. You didn't know he was forever. You didn't know that he'd been running for so long that he'd never allowed himself to learn how to stop. To plant his feet in one place, to inhale, to exhale.

You didn't realize how much he craved you. How he craved you like the oxygen he has not breathed in since Gallifrey. Since the last time he allowed himself to simply exist without having to flee to the next destination.

The Doctor. The man who keeps running, because he dare not look back.

But with you... when he left you...

Oh, he did. You just didn't know.

Kate Lethbridge-Stewart found you in the aftermath of the Doctor's departure. You were sitting on the park bench where the TARDIS had last dropped you off, knees drawn to your chest and eyes blankly staring at the spot in hopes the box would materialize.

It never did. Every time you sat here and thought about it, about him, your chest ached so badly. Like it was seeking the oxygen it had been deprived of.

She'd sat beside you and waited until you turned your head to acknowledge her, "Whatever it is, I'm not interested. I'm waiting for a friend to come back."

There's so little hope in your voice. You know he's not coming back. You know, but you hope, because The Doctor can ease that ache in your chest and breathe that air back into your lungs.

You wish you hadn't been so impressionable. He'd flashed those marvelous brown eyes and that charming smile. That was all it took.

And when he'd laid those bleeding hearts in your hands, you'd let the blood run through your fingers and held them close to your chest. You'd protected them. Cherished them.

And then you'd thrown them back in the TARDIS. Left to fend for themselves. Left to bleed again.

The ache just won't go away.

"Your friend is a notorious runner," Kate remarks. "The likelihood is slim. However, I do have an opportunity for you that you could consider.. where he may show his face sometime soon enough."

You heard her out. She told you about UNIT, about The Doctor and his involvement, and you took the job when she offered it to you.

You saw him from afar multiple times after that. You never saw Ten again, but Ten would see you, parking the TARDIS out of sight multiple times before he changed faces because just seeing you eased the ache in his chest that had settled there when you were gone.

Then the one in the tweed with the bowtie. He was clever. Sweet. Kind. You saw him several times. Marveled at him from afar.

The ache got a little bit easier to deal with.

Then the next one. So much older. Older and angry and lonely and so, so ready to give up. That companion who'd gone with him sought you out the first time they came to UNIT together. Almost like she recognized you.

Turns out, Clara did.

"Hi," You turn to acknowledge the younger woman from your spot at your desk and smile warmly. "My name is Clara. Forgive me for the intrusion, but I have to ask you something."

"Come on in," You wave to the open chair with an empty hand and settle your tablet on your desk. You'd been reading up on the Doctor and all UNIT had gathered on him since you'd joined. There was a lot to sift through. "What can I do for you, Clara?"

"I thought you looked familiar. Then I remembered," She reached into her pocket and pulled out an old photo. You froze instantly at the sight and leaned outward to inspect it. "He's got a picture of you on the console."

It's definitely you. You and Ten and Donna, weeks after you'd joined them on the TARDIS, wrapped in your parkas and Ten in his trench coat on the Planet of the Ood.

"That is me," You whisper. Clara softened as you ran your fingers along the edge of the picture, turning it over to read the inscription on the back. That's Ten's handwriting. It's not yours. It reads, When the ache was gone. "I used to be just like you. I was so..."

Clara waited. She waited, but your voice never came, because then she was saying, "I just wanted you to know something. He talks about you. He hasn't done it a lot, but you're the only one he's got a photograph of on the console. I see the way he looks at it. And he's mentioned you a few times. The Doctor told me once that he's been in pain since you've been gone. And I don't think it's going to stop."

And then she's gone, and you're on your own again. She didn't even leave you the photo. She just leaves you to collect your thoughts and the fact that The Doctor has not been able to move on from you.

Silent tears track down your face. You would give anything to touch him. To hold him, to run your thumbs reverently under those ancient eyes, and just... tell him how loved he is.

But you can't.

He keeps running away.

***

He stops cold when he sees you inside of Unit HQ. You're standing there behind Shirley, so beautiful, and so very alive. He's only just come back from Soho.

From the Toymaker. From the nightmare, from the constant reminding that he failed you, failed them, failed all of them. All the ones who died.

"We hired Y/N as a liaison. Turns out hiring your companions has proven to be quite beneficial. They are something of experts, after all."

And then there's Mel, and it's all just too much because there are so many people in this room who love him. He doesn't deserve that love. There's too much weakness in this room. His hearts are bleeding everywhere and The Toymaker knows his weaknesses.

The Doctor will not let the ache infect him again. Not when you're standing less than three feet away from him for the first time in fifteen years.

You have no time to react before he's in front of you, and you can smell him, and he's everywhere and his fingers are lacing with yours.

Something shifts inside of your chest.

"I have so much to answer for," He murmurs lowly enough only for the two of you to hear. "And I know there's no universe in which you don't hate me for what I did-"

His whole affect shifts into something of despair when you step forward to fill the gap between you and grip his chin between your thumb and finger. There's so much pain in those eyes now. Pain from inevitable losses, pain from what he's done to you, pain from existence.

You just want to take his ache away. If you're going to do anything with the precious amount of time you two have, you are going to take those bleeding hearts back into your hands and fix them. And then you are going to hold him.

You are going to hold him with your bloody hands - because when does anyone who is ever associated with The Doctor not have blood on their hands? - and refuse to ever let him go.

It makes your ache less. It makes your pain less.

"There won't ever be a single instance in which you could make me hate you," You admit. "And you will have all the time in the world to tell me why you made me leave."

"The Toymaker. He... He preys on weaknesses. He will know. He always knows."

And it's on that moment that you see something you almost never saw with his Tenth face: Fear. He is terrified. That unnerves you.

Without thinking, you stand on your tiptoes and cradle his face in your hands as you kiss his forehead. It's tender. Reverent. Mel and Donna try not to gape as The Doctor leans in closer and remains there until you pull apart.

"Then don't let him," You say firmly. "And you go out there and you win."

***

"I'm all sonic and Timelord. Take that away... what am I? What am I now?"

Donna is reminded of one of the earliest trips she'd ever taken with Ten. Among the very first where she'd realized that he had fallen in love with you. There's faint memories of Pompeii, of the aftermath, when you'd followed The Doctor into the console room after he'd stormed in there asking the same question.

That time you'd answered him with all the gentleness she answers him now, "Take that all away, and you're still a good man."

The few moments that you get alone with Donna give her the opportunity to fill you in on what she'd learned from being inside The Doctor's mind. She tells you about Eleven and Twelve and Thirteen, about the ones who died, about The Flux. You hear all of it.

What makes the ache unbearable is the fact that when Ten died, he died alone. And that's the worst part.

Because you'd broken your promise that he'd never be alone again. Despite the fact he'd forced you out, you'd failed him.

And now here you stood.

"Hey," Donna's hand rests on your shoulder as your eyes flicker over to the Doctor, who now stands mere feet in front of the Toymaker. "You'll be with him soon enough."

Seconds after she says it, the air is pierced by a scream as the galvanizing beam activates, and it is shot straight through The Doctor. Mel's hand is going white from how hard you are gripping it.

"I played one game with the first Doctor, the second game with the second Doctor, and I will play the next game with the next Doctor!" The Toymaker exclaims boldly.

You don't realize you're the one screaming until the beam turns off.

He falls to his knees. The last time he'd done that that you had seen was when you walked out of the TARDIS. Defeat. Resignation.

You wait for the regeneration energy to appear. You're about to lose this face, again, and there's not a single thing you can do about it. Not until Donna's voice speaks up again and shouts, "He's not dying alone!"

"You can do what you like to me," You're speaking before you can stop yourself. "But I'm going to be with him. I keep my word. And I won't fail him again."

Mel nods her confirmation to both remarks. You steel your expression as you pursue Donna and Mel toward the Doctor. You cannot be falling apart right now. The ache is not allowed to consume you when it is him who is about to die, to change, to become another man.

Everything in the world around you disappears when you meet those eyes. Those kind, sad eyes that have always looked at you with such reverence and devotion. Those are the eyes of a man who you would burn the galaxies and all within it if it gives him some peace.

The words are on his tongue, so ready to be said. The ache has made the weight of keeping those words to himself unbearable.

He knows though. In that moment, he knows. He will love you eternally. No matter the face.

"It's okay," You say confidently. "It's okay."

"It's not dying."

"But you're going to be someone else." Mel interjects. The Doctor's eyes travel between the three of you. His former companion, his best friend, and his love. "It doesn't matter who. 'Cause every single one of you is fantastic."

He meets your eyes head on, and you rest a singular hand between his hearts.

"Here we go again," He murmurs. "Allonsy."

***

There are two of them. Two Doctors. The older one, the newer one, wears something you've never seen on The Doctor. He wears the mark of acceptance. Or peace.

Probably both.

But the way he looks at you? Oh, the way he looks at you. It's like he knows something that you and the younger Doctor don't know. When The younger Doctor and Donna approach the newest Doctor after the Toymaker is defeated, you stay behind to let them have their moment.

Until Fifteen looks back and motions you forward the second Fourteen's head falls into the crook of his neck. He already knows. He already knows, and he’s asking you to come step in. To be his sanctuary.

You suck in a breath and approach, bridging the gap between The Doctor and Donna to tenderly run your hand up his spine. He can’t see you. He can’t see you, but you can see him, and his entire being trembles at your touch.

“How many people died?” Fourteen asks again. You swallow the knot in your throat and meet the older Doctors dark gaze, to which he winks at you and gently turns his younger self around so that way his face is buried in your neck instead.

“They’re right.” You whisper, threading your fingers through the hair at his nape as he pulls you impossibly closer. The older Doctor presses a finger to his lips and tugs on Donna’s arm to give the two of you a moment of privacy. “It’s not your fault. None of this, none of the ones who died, are your fault. You want to know why?”

He allows you to lift his head from the crook of your neck. Your fingers trace the curve of his jaw until you’re cupping it in your hands, and the urge to kiss him until the ache disappears has never been stronger.

The Doctor asks with such a hesitation that is so unlike him, "Why?"

And it's then that you realize: For all the time this lonely harbinger of death and destruction has existed, when was the last time he stopped? When was the last time he lived?

"Because we choose to. We choose you. There were so many of us, so many of us who wanted something better then the simplistic life we get here on Earth."

The Doctor shakes his head. "Humans are not and have never been simple-" You press a finger to his lips and quirk a brow, playfully daring him to continue.

"You come and urge us away in that brilliant little box of yours with promises of a better life. An exciting life. Regardless of the dangers to ourselves, we always take it, because of you. We take you in all that you are even when the Oncoming Storm dares to rear his ugly head. Ancient. Timeless. Infinite," You tenderly run a thumb under his eye. "You love so much... but don't let yourself be loved in return. You don't let yourself be thanked. That's why. We love you because you're selfless, because you're you."

The Doctor hates how wrong you are. He wants to believe those things about himself, but he is by nature a selfish man.

"You are too good to me." He whispers in your ear, lips brushing your temple. You hum thoughtfully and reach under his vest to playfully squeeze his hips.

"Because you're deserving of goodness too, my love."

In the doorway behind you both, The older Doctor smiles. This is exactly the thing, the people, that his younger self needs to heal from all that damage. All that pain and loneliness.

And eventually, he too will wear the mark of peace that this new body has been granted.

***

"Do you know why I think this face came back? So you could stop. So you could come home."

The Doctor has been absently sipping at his drink for the greater part of thirty minutes as he basks in the sunlight and the joy from the group gathered around the table. Mel is just barely leaning into him, enough for her warmth to seep through the fabric of his shirt, and Donna is grinning brightly as Rose tells the story of when The Doctor took her to Mars.

In the distance, Wilf's shotgun goes off as he misses yet another mole attempting to emerge from its burrow.

It is the most peace he's had in millennia.

"Hey," Donna's voice softly calls from his left as she nudges his side with her elbow. "Where did you go?" Ten had this blank look of devastation and haunting that he wore quite often when she'd ask him a question about his past, or about where he'd come from. He lived in his memories. Memories about Gallifrey. About his companions.

This time though, it's you.

Before he can properly reply to Donna, there's a voice shouting from inside the house. His brow furrows. All of the family is outside. So who-

"Donna! For God's sake, why does your house have little to no counter space? There's only four of you! Where am I supposed to put this food?"

The Doctor sucks in a sharp breath. "Is that-"

"Don't worry, I didn't say a word," Donna assures. "But yes. Now go."

She says it with such demand that he has no choice but to trust her and stands to his feet. The Doctor wiggles his toes in the damp, warm grass and takes his empty glass inside to refill it.

There you are. Right there, in all your splendor, muttering curse words under your breath as you work to create space for the desert you'd brought at Donna's request. He's at a loss for words.

That's a first.

"Donna, if you're just standing there gaping-" You whip around and lift an accusatory finger, eyes wide as The Doctor's gaze flickers down and back up to yours playfully. "Doctor."

"Hi."

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd have flown away by now."

Be brave, Doc. Be brave.

Your eyes follow the path of his hands as one comes to rest on your jaw, then the other, until you find yourself drawn impossibly close and only mere inches from his lips. "Between you, Donna and my older self... Think I figured it out."

"Figured what out?"

The Doctor's fingers tangle in your hair then and tip your head upwards. "Why I was coming home," He whispers. "The long way around."

The sigh of relief that escapes from both of you as the ache finally, finally leaves makes all of the pain worth it. All the heartache. The loneliness.

It's all worth it if he gets this.

"I love you." The Doctor murmurs as you pull apart. The smile that rewards him could rival the brightness of Gallifrey's suns, and he thinks he might be able to do this kind of life after all if it means he gets to see that smile. Forever.

"I love you too." You reply, resting a single hand on his chest. "The ache..."

"What?"

"The ache." You breathe. "It's gone. Guess I must've needed a Doctor to fix me up."

Donna turns her head to gaze at the open kitchen doors as laughter pours through, and The Doctor emerges with you carried on his back. You take your place in his lap easily enough once he sits down.

Yeah. The amnesia.. the missing years, the adventures... It had all been worth it.

Those bleeding hearts that have spent millennia broken still beat, messy stitches holding as they take their rest within their cage.

Healed. Fixed.

No longer aching.

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dragongirl642 · 3 months

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H-heya! Could i ask for an shy female dragon shifter reader with Lady D. and Donna? Like she's heavily injured by hunters and had to crash/land into their home because of it? How would they react or would they even help her?

(I Love Dragons but see most of the time only male dragon shifters uwu

I feel like both their initial reactions would be very similar to the other Male Dragon Shifter meeting post, (a.k.a: This post).

Alcina Dimitrescu

At first, all Alcina sees is the giant hole in her castle walls and the giant lizard in her hall and she goes into attack mode.

She aims for your injuries, so you curl into a spiky ball of scales and flame.

Turns out your scales are Alcina proof so unless you uncurl and she can get at the flesh beneath, she can't hurt you.

She may lose a limb to your flames.

She is incensed at your presence and forbids her daughters from going near the hall.

But you are very warm, you're inner fire counteracting the cold winds coming in through the hole in the wall, and the Dimitrescu daughters are attracted to the giant warm cuddly lizard.

You warn them off a few times, but they keep spouting curious questions and attempting to come close that eventually, once your natural regeneration has sealed the surface of your wounds, you allow them to sit between the spines on your tail and examine your claws. (You can easily turn and burn them if they pose a threat.)

Alcina is furious that her daughters disobeyed her and approached you, and yet equally furious that you are entirely different from the mindless beast she'd warned them against.

When she sees your human form for the first time, I see Alcina doing a complete 180, (compared to her reaction in the other post).

Oh, you're a Pretty Maiden?!?!?! Well why didn't you say! Come closer, let me look at you Darling. *bites you! bites you! bites you!*

Yeah, she will pretty much try and get you to let your guard down and then go for the CHOMP.

You fight her off of course, half-shifting is easy for you.

Now you can be a fire-breathing menace AND roam the halls.

You have gone hunting a few times, and you brought your kill back to the castle. Dripping blood on the carpet and sitting in her great hall tearing into carcasses like an animal. (Her children love that you let them feast on the leftovers after they've sat for a few hours.)

Alcina is sulking. She can't kill you, she can't eat you, she can't just sit back and let you stay without at least making a show of removing you without losing the respect and support of Mother Miranda.

But then said Mother Miranda shows up and is promptly sent off with burned wings.

Okay, now she's a little worried. She is not certain she could beat you even in her full mutant form and her daughters adore you for SOME REASON.

After several weeks, she looses it, storms into the hall and unleashes a verbal lashing her ancestors would be proud of. The effect is only slightly reduced by the fact that she bursts into frustrated tears and flees the room to go dramatically wallow in her sorrow.

Okay, now you feel kind-off guilty. You did crash into this woman's home, burn her boss, monopolise her daughter's attention, and ruin the carpets. Maybe you should do something to make up for all that.

You repair the walls the best you can, replaster over scratches in the walls, hunt down the castles cleaning supplies and soak the carpets in a potion of bleach and foaming soapy water before hanging them from the battlements to dry.

Your final act of apology comes in the form of draining the blood from your kills and leaving them in sealed jugs by her bedroom door, handwritten notes tied to the handles.

You are a new exciting variable and her daughters try to help by going to their mother and telling her about what you're doing.

Every day, you wait outside her doors for hours waiting for her to emerge.

When she finally does, it is to your offer of a truce. You are being hunted and will not leave this very conveniently guarded hiding spot, however, you can be useful and help her with her food supply.

She is doubtful when presented with the blood of animals, but when you acquire human blood through negotiating trades with the villagers she slowly starts to change her tune.

You're a smart pretty lady and you have presented her with a charming little solution to the problem of the future dwindling supply of villagers to feed from.

Alright, Alcina has come to the decision to be the merciful, graceful mistress of the castle who allows a poor hunted lady to stay with her. (Keep telling yourself that Alcina).

After a few months, it starts to feel a little more comfortable.

After a few more, it starts to feel normal.

She caught herself running her hand down your scales once, marvelling at how the light reflected, (she will forever deny that she did that).

You start to lay down your claim and soon have built up a new hoard of trinkets, and maids, and mutants. The glittering gem crowning your hoard, is Alcina herself, not that she knows yet.

Once you've established yourself and Alcina doesn't outwardly reject your claim, you become quite the homemaker.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant.

You cook for your new family, catering for their 'special' diet is a little easier with your own predilection to a carnivore diet.

Alcina will brag to the other Lords about "her darling", "the dimitrescu dragon", "the second dimitrescu lady," but only out of earshot of Mother Miranda.

Donna Beneviento

Pretty much the same reaction as the other post...except she's a bit braver about approaching you due to seeing your obvious injuries.

She has several dolls in attack mode ready to go, (not that they would work against your flame.

You know you could easily incinerate this woman but you attempt polite conversation through gritted fangs. You ask about her hobbies, favourite foods, favourite colours, etc..., and offer your own answers in return.

The talk calms her and she seems less frightened and more welcoming.

It takes a few days for her to really trust you.

Oddly enough you get the feeling she liked you a little more after Mother Miranda visited and berated her for not eliminating the threat (you) before being quickly chased of by a living flamethrower (also you).

When you shift to your human form to make it easier, she's surprised and immediately more comfortable with you.

Donna knows a lot about medicinal plants but zero about dragon biology. You know all about dragon biology and zero about medicinal plants. Together you make one whole doctor...and figure out how to make medicine for your wounds. It's patchy and a little funny-smelling but it does the job (at least you both think it does). To be honest, your natural regenerative capabilities take care of most of the damage.

Angie tries to play doctor too but is, admittedly, more of a hindrance than a help.

Your injuries are haphazardly patched and a good long sit by a lit fireplace does the rest.

You know your hunters are still out there, but this remote village is hidden and safe for now.

You decide to stay just until you need to move on.

Okay, Donna was not prepared for guests but now she has one.

She makes you some basic new clothes to cover you up and you collect firewood whenever she needs more.

After a while, she feels inspired by the way your scales gleam in the firelight and excited at the prospect of having a new friend to play dress up with, Donna offers to make you some dresses. Dresses with holes and pins to accomodate your wings and tail, delicate lace fingerless gloves allowing your claws to shine through.

You accept the gifts only because she seems so eager and it would be rude to deny your host, (not because she's cute).

You do what you can for her in return. As it turns out you can cook more substantial food than tea party sandwiches; which Donna definitely appreciates.

The dolls unnerve you, but you learn to live with them.

You install more lights in the manor and fix leaks in the roof.

There are long talks by the fireplace. She reads to you sometimes.

After a few months, you and Donna starts to build a comfortable rhythm.

After a few more, it starts to feel homely.

You attend a tea party she holds for the other Lords. When someone (Heisenberg) makes a comment that has Donna cringing, you growl, a loud deep vibration that (along with the glow in your eyes and fire shining through the skin of your chest) instills fear in all attending. Donna now has scary dog (dragon) priviledge.

You tell yourself your protectiveness is because she's your benefactor (totally not because you have a crush on the pretty, shy dollmaker with a voice like honey and temperament to match).

Okay, who are you kidding, you want to claim a new hoard here...you want to stay with her.

After a few accepted offerings of food made from your hunted game, a few accepted cuddles, and the painstaking labour of building and decorating a new conservatory with an unfolding roof cover for stargazing, (which Donna immediately hugs you in thanks and immediately outfits with a planter full of herbs), you consider your claim accepted.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant, (or doll).

Once she feels comfortable enough and like she has permission, Donna is so sweet with you.

You compliment and build her up, and soon her confidence soars.

Donna goes from one of the weakest Lords to the strongest.

You burn the creepy baby monster in the basement, it's the one thing you couldn't live with.

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kottekonst · 4 months

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Birthday Fanfic - Soft 14

Diving headfirst into Tumblr by posting the little birthday fanfic I wrote for my bestie @davidtennan-t Because she deserves all the soft 14th Doctor content 💖

Ten glorious months had passed since the Doctor had bi-generated, and subsequently sent his 14th regeneration into not-quite-retirement, or perhaps more aptly a retreat-for-emotionally-damaged-time-travellers. Time was a funny thing for anyone to grasp, and even though the Doctor had lived seemingly for eons, he suddenly found himself with oodles of spare time – a concept he had never experienced nor grasped before. He was still struggling to adjust to it, and the restlessness could make him absolutely insufferable at times. Donna had never seen someone illustrate the idiom “climbing the walls” literally before, but if she’d ever expect it of someone it would only be her freakishly nimble Spaceman.

During the first couple of months, she would often find him out in the shed in the dead of night tinkering with everything from a Silurian hibernation unit to model aircrafts, or in the kitchen experimenting with the ideal pH-level for water to make the perfect brew. Other times he would be sat next to Rose either deep in the most random conversation, or complete silence, or listening to one of her playlists, while he handed her tools and materials to put together her latest design. Her gonks had changed since she let go of the lingering Meta-Crisis, but she kept coming up with new ideas, some that Donna heavily suspected were inspired by actual aliens from trips they kept sneaking off to. Truthfully, Donna simply loved the fact that her daughter was able to explore time and space as she had once done, but she was also very protective of her. The universe could be an incredibly dangerous place, but there was no one she trusted more when it came to protection than the Doctor.

After a couple of months, the Doctor had finally started unwinding. His restlessness declined and the lines in his face became softer as the broodiness eased up, and he would often sleep through the night rather than tinker or aimlessly wander. He rarely spoke of his experiences during the time they had been apart, but he would bring something up on occasion to any of them. He and Wilf seemed to have a special understanding, as they had both experienced their fair share of battles. The bond between Donna and the Doctor went far beyond words though, and while there were times when they spoke endlessly and tirelessly, they often sat in comfortable silence. It wasn't uncommon for the Time Lord to seek Donna out for a comforting hug, or he would wordlessly take a seat next to her and curl his skinny frame up against her, with a sigh as deep as the Universe.

The Doctor was slowly healing from his trauma, which in turn made their whole little household more harmonic. It was only in the last month or so that Donna noticed another sign of healing in the Time Lord. His hollow cheeks had filled out not long after settling down, but now she realised he was actually filling out in other ways. Those tight suits were looking tighter still these days, and his lower shirt buttons were definitely struggling to contain a certain softness that had never been there before. It didn't surprise her, but she could tell the Doctor was oblivious to it, initially at least. Even though he still had the energy of a toddler on a sugar high, his days of endless running and fleeing were done, and retirement came with creature comforts the Doctor had never been able to partake in before now. There was suddenly time for three course dinners, or meals that lasted hours, not to mention countless cups of tea and biscuits. It wasn't just meals shared with friends and newfound family - the Doctor became rather popular in the village, particularly the sweet old lady in the house next door. He had started doing odd jobs for her the day he moved in and to show her gratitude and appreciation she would make muffins, cakes, and sugary biscuits, meaning his larder was always stocked with freshly baked goods. One might even suspect she was actively trying to fatten him up, since she kept fussing and fretting over his skinny frame, and Donna didn’t blame her – his gaunt appearance had been rather harrowing when he’d finally conceded to settling down. The soft roll that had slowly formed around the Time Lord’s waist was a testament to the healing and decompressing he’d experienced thus far, and it was honestly reassuring to see it.

To a stranger’s eye, the Doctor would probably still appear as lean or lanky, but to those who knew him there was no denying the subtle changes. A few weeks ago, the Time Lord had finally caught up with it himself, and the realisation hit him when he encountered two issues at once. Firstly; he tore a button off in his struggle to button up his shirt, and secondly; he couldn’t get his trousers closed and zipped up either. He had marched in on the family eating breakfast, wearing only a vest and boxers, ranting and raving about this perplexing issue. They had all sprung into action in their own ways, showing support and patience for the brilliant yet simultaneously dim alien. Rose had wordlessly taken the Doctor’s trousers and went straight to her craft room to let them out enough to make them wearable, until he could get himself a new pair. Shaun had gone to his closet to pick out one of his own shirts, which certainly wouldn’t be a perfect fit, but would definitely be big enough for the Time Lord. That left Donna, and Wilf to a lesser extent, with the task of explaining the changes that had been so obvious to everyone but the Doctor. He had been relentlessly running for so long that the consequences of not doing so had clearly slipped his mind, and it was evident that the notion of putting on weight both intrigued him and irked him simultaneously. Now that he’d settled into a routine, the Doctor was less apt at dealing with changes, either for good or bad. There was also a certain vanity that came with being a Time Lord, but it had certainly lessened with this regeneration, and Donna couldn’t help but smirk to herself when she thought how the Doctor might have reacted to putting on a few back when they’d first travelled together.

“You definitely need some meat on your bones, Doctor – frankly, you’ve earned it,” Wilf insisted robustly.

“He’s right, you know. This is nothing but a bit of comfort weight,” Donna reiterated.

“I don’t know… it just makes me feel so…” the Doctor faltered, unable to find the right word.

“…human? Normal? At peace, at long last?” Donna suggested. She noticed him making the tiniest of grimaces at the first word, and she couldn’t help but give him a playful glare – as much as he loved humanity, he still found it hard to fully embrace anything human about himself, which only made it easier to tease him.

“Oh, stop sulking, you big dunce. If I threw a fit every time the scale didn’t show the number I’d like, Shaun would have walked out within our first week together. That tiny excuse for a belly would hardly even be enough for three Adipose, you know,” she remarked, which made them both chuckle reminiscently.

Since that morning, the Doctor had grudgingly allowed the TARDIS automated tailoring unit to alter his suits, but it certainly improved his comfort levels. He didn't alter the trousers that Rose had let out for him as her work was impeccable, and the gesture meant the world to him. Donna had even seen him lovingly stroking the fine stitches at the waistband, which nearly made her burst into tears out of love for the alien uncle's adoration of his human niece.

Just before the weekend, Rose had begged her parents to let the doctor take her for a quick visit to Greece. She had desperately wanted to see the Acropolis, but Donna didn't want her messing about with time, so they had compromised and allowed them to go to modern day Greece. They were only gone for half an hour that Saturday, but had spent an equivalent of 6 hours in Athens. Apart from visiting the ruins of the Acropolis, they had done some shopping, or rather, Rose had. No matter how much Donna tried to discourage it, the Doctor wouldn't stop spoiling his niece. And she was thankfully too sweet to take advantage of him… at least most of the time. She had picked out two dresses and a lush fabric for her sewing projects, and even managed to convince the Doctor to buy himself a new pair of swim trunks as well as vegan moussaka for the whole family’s supper. As it turned out, that wasn't the only thing they'd ended up bringing home.

“That is not what I think it is,” Donna protested when they exited the TARDIS.

“We couldn't leave him, Mum. He was nearly run over by a car, but the Doctor saved him,” insisted Rose, who was clutching a tiny ginger kitten to her chest.

Donna turned her pointed gaze on the Time Lord, who merely shrugged helplessly.

“I might not be the biggest cat lover, but I couldn't let the poor beast get squished,” he said.

“I'm not saying you should have let it die, but you can’t let her drag home every bedraggled creature you happen upon, or you’ll have to turn the whole village into a sanctuary for kittens, Oods, and God knows what else,” Donna sighed in exasperation.

“You got to keep your bedraggled alien,” Rose pointed out with a cheeky expression.

“Oi, don’t get snippy with me, missy. Now you’d better sort out a flea bath for that baby – we can’t do with an infestation on our hands… again,” Donna ordered.

Rose merely giggled as she handed the small creature over to the Time Lord, while she hurried for the gate – the old lady next door had plenty of flea shampoo to spare, as they’d found out after a particularly hairy alien (quite reminiscent of a certain Meep) had paid them a visit… and brought along a few unwelcome pests. The Doctor held the tiny cat as if it was a very delicate, yet also repulsive, figurine.

“What is this strange aversion you have to cats?” Donna chuckled at his perturbed expression.

“Not sure… suppose it’s got something to do with their glands,” he muttered.

Donna merely shook her head and stooped to pick up the shopping that had been left just outside the TARDIS to bring it inside.

Within the hour, Rose had managed to give the kitten a bath and its first meal. It had also knocked over two potted plants, gnawed a hole in one of Wilf’s slippers, and caused the Doctor to curse loudly in Gallifreyan as it used his long leg as a climbing pole while the Time Lord was trying to reheat the moussaka. By supper time, she had set up a playpen for it, so they could all enjoy their meal together without the ginger furnado causing mayhem around them. Once they had enjoyed their Greek cuisine, Rose turned her attention back on the kitten, while Donna took care of the dishes. By the time she had finished wiping the kitchen down, she went to see how her daughter was getting on with her new pet but was surprised to find Rose by herself in her craft room.

“Where did you put that kitten then?” Donna wondered.

“I asked the Doctor to keep an eye on him – I forgot I had a deadline to keep,” Rose replied and gestured to the purple gonk sat on her desk.

“If that’s going to be your pet, you’ll need to be responsible for it, love – no handing it off the moment you get too busy, that’s not how animals work,” Donna pointed out.

“Oh Mum… you honestly thought I kept that cat just for me?” Rose chuckled as she turned to focus on her sewing.

Donna was about to argue since it was evident the Doctor really didn’t care much for the critter, but there was a knowing sort of gleam in her daughter’s eyes that made her curious.

“All right, if you say so. We were thinking of watching a film later, if you’d care to join us,” she said.

“Thanks – if I get this finished I might take you up on that,” Rose replied.

Donna left the craft room behind and decided to see how the Doctor was getting on with the furry menace. His bedroom was empty, but she hadn’t expected him to bring the kitten in there anyway, and so she headed to the first floor sitting room next. There was the Time Lord and the ginger beast, but not in a position she had expected. The alien was sat on the sofa, long legs sprawled over the floor, his body slumped against the cushions in a deep sleep. His head was tilted back, his mouth slightly agape as he breathed calmly and steadily. On his ever so slightly rounded middle lay the kitten, curled into a tiny ball of soft fur and whiskers, also deep in sleep. The sight was almost too endearing to handle – Donna nearly wept at it. This was all she’d ever wanted for her best friend… A life of love and comfort, with friends and family ever present. For him to be safe, to be saved, but her daughter had spotted a different need; the Doctor’s need to save others. A kitten might not compare to rescuing an entire town, planet or species, but it was a life saved all the same. Donna carefully pulled out her phone to snap a picture of the picturesque scene, before taking a seat across from the snoozing Time Lord. The sound of her movement caused him to stir, and he slowly came to with a yawn.

“Looks like you’ve gotten soft, Spaceman… in more ways than one,” Donna teased him fondly.

The Doctor blinked sleepily at her, before peering down at the kitten still sleeping soundly on his recently softened middle.

“I suppose once you look past the glands they may not be so bad after all,” he conceded with a crooked smile.

“That niece of yours has got you wrapped around her little finger, you know,” she remarked.

“She does. I am helpless against her charm,” he chuckled.

“You’re both absolutely hopeless,” Donna pointed out.

“I’d say she gets it from her mother,” the Doctor retorted, while he gestured for Donna to join him, since he was reluctant to shift his position even slightly. She had long since stopped second guessing what anyone else might make of their physical closeness – if it didn’t bother her husband, what did it even matter? So she didn’t hesitate to switch seats and settle down next to the Time Lord, where he instantly let himself sink down further until he could nussle his head up against her shoulder. Donna reached out and stroked the tiny ginger furball, and the kitten instantly started purring in its sleep. There they sat in comfortable silence, Spaceman and Earthgirl, and all was well.

#14th doctor #doctor donna #softdoctorissoft #happy birthday bestie #fanfic #my post #my writing

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horeformilfs · 5 months

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Flowers

Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

TW: Flashbacks, Hallucinations, PTSD, Abuse, Fainting, Anxiety

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows as Y/N stumbled upon House Beneviento, its eerie facade hidden within the dense foliage. A strange allure drew her closer, curiosity mingling with an unspoken dread that tightened her chest.

As Y/N entered the overgrown garden, the air seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy. Unbeknownst to her, Donna Beneviento, cloaked in shadows, observed from the recesses of her abode. Angie, the doll with haunting eyes, whispered to Donna that someone was approaching.

Donna, curious yet hesitant, emerged from the shadows to investigate. Her keen senses detected the subtle distress in Y/N's aura, and as she approached, she couldn't help but notice the way Y/N's eyes widened with fear.

Y/N, caught off guard, saw Donna for the first time. The woman, veiled in mourning attire, radiated an ethereal beauty that contrasted with the eerie atmosphere of the house. The realization that Donna controlled the very plants that had ensnared her brought a wave of anxiety crashing over Y/N.

"Don't hurt me, please," Y/N pleaded, her voice trembling. "I can't go through it again."

As Y/N attempted to flee, the hallucinogenic effects of the flowers intensified. In the depths of her mind, memories of a painful past resurfaced. Y/N saw the specters of her abusive parents, their faces contorted with rage as they disciplined her with cruel abandon. Cuts and welts adorned her younger self's back, vivid reminders of a childhood marked by torment.

Overwhelmed by the haunting images, Y/N's frantic escape led to her collapse, unconscious on the ground.

Outside, Donna knelt beside her fallen visitor, her gaze softening as she brushed a strand of hair from Y/N's face. Without a word, she lifted Y/N into her arms, carrying her into the house and into an unused bedroom.

Y/N awoke in a disoriented haze, greeted by the sight of a woman in mourning attire and a doll in a wedding dress. Panic surged within her, amplified by the veiled figure's presence. Donna, sensing Y/N's distress, attempted to calm her, but the fear persisted.

Angie, observant as ever, pointed out that the veil might be the cause of Y/N's anxiety. Donna hesitated but, with a moment of vulnerability, removed the mourning veil, revealing her face. Y/N, in her disoriented state, saw the woman's beauty, a stark contrast to the sinister reputation of House Beneviento.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," Donna reassured, her voice gentle. "I never meant for this to happen. It was never my intention to bring you pain."

The room, cloaked in an otherworldly stillness, bore witness to a fragile connection between two souls touched by the haunting echoes of their pasts. In the midst of shadows and whispered regrets, Donna Beneviento and Y/N navigated the delicate dance of understanding and solace within the walls of House Beneviento.

Donna lingered by Y/N's bedside, a solemn presence in the dimly lit room. The air was heavy with unspoken words, and the echoes of Y/N's painful memories lingered like a haunting melody. Donna, with a sense of cautious empathy, tried to broach the subject.

"Y/N, can you tell me about what you saw?" Donna's voice, soft as a whisper, held a genuine concern. She extended a hand, a gesture of compassion, but Y/N recoiled, her eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"I don't want to talk about it," Y/N snapped, a sharpness in her tone. The walls she had built around her past were reinforced with each rejection of the painful memories.

Donna, undeterred, persisted gently. "Sometimes, sharing the pain can help. It's okay not to carry it alone."

But Y/N, locked within the fortress of her own trauma, remained resistant. The wounds of the past were still too raw, the scars too fresh, to be unveiled and examined.

Donna, sensing Y/N's reluctance, shifted her approach. Instead of pressing further, she sat in a silence that conveyed understanding. The room, wrapped in shadows, became a sanctuary for the unspoken, a haven for a wounded soul.

"I won't force you to share if you're not ready," Donna reassured, her voice a soothing balm. "But know that your pain is valid, and you don't have to bear it alone. You're safe here."

Y/N, though still guarded, felt a flicker of acknowledgment. The vulnerability Donna displayed, the empathy in her eyes, sparked a tentative connection. Donna continued to sit with Y/N, a silent guardian in the night, offering a refuge from the storm that raged within.

In the quietude of House Beneviento, the shared pain of two wounded souls hung in the air. Donna, with an understanding born from her own shadows, extended a hand to Y/N, inviting her to release the burdens of the past in the sanctuary of their shared silence.

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x female reader #donna beneviento x y/n #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil village #resident evil donna #angie beneviento

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toulousewayne · 4 months

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Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 4

The Wayne family attends Gala all the time. Some have for years, but that doesn’t mean that all enjoy them. Bruce and Damian attend them purely for appearances, Dick is there to kept his siblings from burning down the building, Jason always sneaks in as different undercover identities, Tim has to go because he has to also keep up appearances but most of the time you will find him indirectly call the investors idiots. Duke and Steph are at the snack table, Cass sticks next to Babs at the table and they watch the chaos together. Alfred joins them sometimes.

It comes as to no shock that Tim has severe Narcolepsy, but Dick and Bruce have insomnia.

Damian watched Tim while he sleeps. No one knows when he started but he always tells the other it’s because Tim is prone to falling. Which is lie but no one ever stops him.

Stephanie is very skilled mechanic, sometimes when there’s down time she’s found repairing or working on of the bat bikes or the Batmobile.

Dick Grayson is color blind. It’s only when he comments on Stephanie’s brown sweater that Jason points out to him. Barbara and Bruce knew the whole time and just thought he was doing it to be funny, it comes as a shock to Dick though.

Duke and Cass go to the flee market every Sunday. The buy fresh produce and eggs for Alfred. Cass even thrifts a few clothing pieces.

Speaking of Clothes, no one has all their clothes anymore. Jason’s hoodies are always stole from the manor, his safehouses in the city and out of the country it doesn’t matter. They’ll usually end up in Cass, Tim or Steph’s closet. Dick’s T-shirts are public domain at this point because all his siblings have at least one of them. Barbara can never find her fuzzy socks until she visit the manor next and find them on Damian and Stephanie’s feet. Tim’s jewelry is always around Cass’ neck. Damian is the only safe because no one can fit his stuff but he does get Duke and Tim’s clothes they’ve outgrown.

Cass will sometimes spend time with Alfred in the cave repairing the suits. She’s very good at sewing.

Selina is lactose intolerant, Bruce finds this hilarious.

Duke took dance classes sense he was eight. He can dance the waltz, break dance, ballet, jig, salsa, and a few others.

Bruce allowed Tim create the design of the newest bat tech.

Alfred enjoys his tea with sugar and crème, Damian of course likes sugar and lemon. They have weekly tea parties in the sunroom with Alfred the cat and Titus.

Dick has the most mixed playlist of songs. So, whether he’s on a steal out with Bruce, driving Damian to soccer practice, or even just cleaning his apartment by himself he’s got something for everyone.

Barbara loves Amy Winehouse, she plays her record several times a day in the Clocktower.

While on the subject of music, Tim can sing and it was very embarrassing when his family found out. Tim was in his room singing with his headphones on but his door was open and he didn’t realize how loud he was. Dick and Steph came across him singing. Stephanie record it and sent it to the group. Tim was embraced by his family for his beautiful voice and they wanted to hear more, but poor Tim wanted the world to swallow him whole. Jason can play guitar and Dick can’t sing well but he can also play guitar in addition to the bass.

Damian is able to find his family with little tech involved. The OG Titans came back to the tower after helping Donna with a mission and Robin was perched in their living room. He gave Wally a heart attack. Tim was having a game night with Conner,Bart, and Cassie and the scream Bart unleashed when they found Damian in the kitchen starring at the pizza boxes on the counter and questioned Tim on lack of a proper diet.

Clark has nearly broken the sound barrier twice over not being able to hear Bruce’s heartbeat. Luckily both times Bruce had to slow his heart rate to be near death to escape sticky situations and both were ended due to a worried Krypton.

“I wanted Red Claw to think I was dead, I had to slow my heart rate to throw her off.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO SAY THAT TO ME, I WAS IN AUSTRALIA?”

Speaking of the Man of Steel, when Dick was freshly Robin and before Clark married Lois, the Boy Wonder tried to set up his father and Clark on several blind dates. Once he canceled a date of Bruce’s and rescheduled a business dinner for Clark and the two ended up on a romantic balcony date in Metropolis. They were both shocked and a blushing mess. It got worse when the waiter address the “Happy Couple” has was instructed from the reservation that Dick set.

Robin got an ear full the next morning from Bruce but to Dick it was worth it and even Alfred may have pulled a string or two.

Another time Bruce couldn’t watch Dick and Alfred was visiting London for the next week and Bruce had to Wayne Enterprises Event. He asked Clark if he could watch Dick for the night and of course he offered.

Not even five minutes after he left did Dick turn to Clark,”So, your dating my Father?”

Clark was as red as his cape and he tried to explain to Dick they are just friends. “Whatever you say Clark, but just curious would you take his last name or will he take yours? Because honestly I don’t see why you can’t use both—“

Clark cover his face as the young bird continued to show his support for his favorite ship.

“Are you also gonna adopt me too now?”

“Okay, time to see what time your Father’s coming back.” He sighed.

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redfish-blu · 2 months

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Historically accurate (enough) Ben Tallmadge be upon ye.

Explanation and history spiel under the cut <3

TURN did better than most period pieces with costuming so I didn’t really have to change that much (flowers for Donna Zakowska), but my own historical costuming brain was like But What If I Did?? Now I obviously took some liberties here for the sake of clarity and The Rule of Cool, but I’ll explain them when we cross the bridge. I’m also not a historical fashion expert. My end goal for this was to integrate real life concepts into the stylized depictions of the TV show.

Until around 1780, the Continental Army was notably impoverished, and had no standard uniform (and arguably it never would). Soldiers and militiamen simply wore their civilian clothes, and high-ranking officers wore repurposed uniforms from other conflicts if they had them. But for the most part, it was hard to distinguish the average private from a commissioned service member. To differentiate ranks, color-coded sashes and cockades were worn around the body and pinned to the hat. These would indicate to everyone who held which title with no uniform to go off of.

Season 1 Costume:

Some background: 1776 is widely agreed upon as the terrible horrible no good very bad year for the continental army. They were beat down and penniless. If the Americans were to ever loose the AWI, 1776 would have been the year it happened. Washington was pulling the army up by their threadbare bootstraps. The monumental loss of New York to the Brits and subsequent fleeing of the continental army to Connecticut was the main sore spot here, and in that chaos is where TURN season 1 starts.

Ben Tallmadge in TURN is a major and and Aid De Camp (he might not be officially named as an ADC but for all intents and purposes he replaced Hamilton for like 2 whole seasons so I gave him the title anyways). Prior to Washington begging congress to order uniforms in 1780, Ben would have been frolicking around in his plain clothes for the majority of the war. Men’s plain clothes of this era included the linen shirt, waistcoat, cravat, coat, breeches, stockings, buckled shoes, and a hat.

The reason cockades were chosen to denote rank is because wearing a hat in public was actually considered common decency. It was improper (or at the very least lacking manners) to not wear one out. Every man would be wearing a hat, thus they would always have their chosen cockade on display. Ben wears a red one, which signals that he is a major. In the show the hat custom is forgone in favor of actually being able to see the actors’ faces (and their amazing hair), which is totally understandable. I’ve restored Ben’s hat in my design, though.

Another thing I have added is a pair of spatterdashes, which are cloth sock things that buckle over one’s shoes and shins to keep the mud and gunk from ruining the stockings and soaking down into your shoes. Ben spends most of his time outside, and has no issued pair of boots (which weren’t really the most efficient or comfortable form of footwear at the time anyways) on account of the No Money thing, so he wears his spatterdashes to make his poor buckled shoes last longer.

In reality, Ben would have been wearing this utterly dazzling outfit until the end of season 3. However, I’ve decided to suspend the historical record and let him have a Season 2 glow-up into the blue-coated major we all know and love.

Season 2 Costume:

So after 1780 (or I guess 1777 in this case), Congress decided to fund Washington’s request for regimental uniforms across the continental army. Not everyone was wearing a blue and white coat, but Ben Tallmadge was. Turn’s portrayal of the iconic garment has the top of the coat unbuttoned to make it look less goofy, which I’ve kept here because I agree with the change. His coat is also fairly loose-fitting, which is another thing I kept because it gives the boyish yet elegant look befitting of an inexperienced yet determined continental major. Tallmadge would have only been nineteen/twenty years old at this time (the average age in the American army was sixteen), so highlighting his youth was a good decision on TURN’s part.

Buff/white (more like off-white) waistcoats and breeches were another standard item worn by all soldiers and ranking officers (circumstances permitting).

The green sash indicates his Aid De Camp status, which I didn’t include in the S1 look because it would have looked extremely strange. These may have been out of fashion by the time uniforms were introduced, but we see Washington wearing his own blue sash throughout the entire series, and Ben is the king of idolizing that man (and boasting that Washington considers him important), so I have him wearing it.

His red cockade is gone, instead the gold insignias mounted on his shoulders (these were introduced by John Hancock in 1779) tell his rank as a major. In place of a red cockade is a black and white one, which became the standard throughout all the ranks. He could have worn a cockade designed specifically for majors and ADC’s, but I haven’t seen any evidence of these being used save for hearsay and they elevate the look from foppish to full on decorative ice cream, so I excluded them.

Now down to the boots. I swiped these directly off of George Washington’s uniform, which they have displayed at the Smithsonian. It’s more likely Ben would have still been wearing that trusty spatterdashes+buckled shoes combo (this was the standard of the British forces at the time), but to honor The Rule of Cool I let him have those genre defining boots. He does see more combat on horseback as the series progresses, so the boots aren’t entirely inappropriate.

Conclusion:

Despite my obvious passion for this topic, I understand why TURN made the costuming choices it did. Having the continental army just be a group of Random Guys would have been confusing to the average viewer who does not know all this trivial nonsense. And to their credit, TURN actually did dress the nameless extras pretty appropriately throughout the whole series. I just think that showing the continentals in their true “rag-tag volunteer army in need of a shower” form, then have them progress visually throughout the show would have been a brave and effective storytelling choice. It would have been a bit ahead of its time, but now that it’s been ten years I don’t think the creators would care about me dogging on them.

#turn washington's spies #ben tallmadge #benjamin tallmadge #turn amc #amc turn #amc turn fanart #turn amc fanart #turn washington’s spies fanart #history #historical costuming

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joestvr · 3 months

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༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

★ 6 // amore

a/n: me pretending this chapter isn't short af

tw for whatever idk

1 week later

After a week of trying not to kill yourself or packing your bags and fleeing Italy, rotting in your bed and rethinking your life decisions, you finally forced yourself to get up.

In a daze, you took a taxi and made your way to where Trish was staying. AKA: Giorno's mansion and Bucciarati gang household.

You rung the doorbell and prayed Trish would answer it, and she did not. It was Bucciarati... He was quite handsome, you noticed this from the first time you met him. Charming, too.

"Ah, Donna Romano." He smiled charmingly, inviting you inside.

"Please, there's no need for honorifics." You stepped inside the beautiful foyer. It was just as Trish had described.

You wondered if Giorno would buy a house like this for you after marriage.

"Bella, it is, then." He kissed your hand and looked up, "Trish is just upstairs."

"Thank you." You squeezed his hand and nearly ran up the stairs in excitement.

You burst through her room and shut it, locking the door. "Triiishh~"

"Babe, what happened?" She stood up from her bed and hugged you.

"Bucciarati's kinda hot! That dark hair, eyes, and charming smile~" You giggled and sat down in bed with her.

Her smile faded into a cringe as she put her hand on your shoulder. "Babe, please don't say that again. Bucciarati's like a father to us."

"He could totally be a DILF then! Isn't he so cute?" You said through your laughs.

"Gross."

You chuckled and hugged her more.

"Y/n, are you okay? You seem a little..." she furrowed her eyebrows, "Are you high?"

You stopped laughing. "What the hell? No!"

"You must be high off of insanity, if not a certain substance..." She mumbled incoherently.

"I'm just trying to be positive." You replied increduosly.

"Is everything okay?" She replied, starting to get concerned. You always acted delirious like this when you were-- more or less, depressed.

You shrugged. "Um, I'm getting married off, so..."

"WHAT?!"

★★★★★★★

On your way out, you noticed Giorno waiting by the door. You felt a sense of dread, he had probably known about the arrangement by now, but you hoped he wouldn't mention it.

"Giorno." His name left your lips with a sigh as you stared into his beautiful emerald eyes, feeling solemn. You put on your heels and coat, picking up your purse, a little too close to him for comfort. The tension was thick in the air, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Bella. Everything okay?" He said in his usual smooth, charming voice, with a sincere smile. His tall figure towering over you, his golden hair was down, curled in intricate ways, the familiar scent of his cologne making you crave more, the setting sun's light hitting his face so perfectly.

What was this feeling?

"Yes," you said in a raspy voice after a moment of silence, looking down.

"Do you need a ride? I don't mind."

"No, thank you, I can just walk." You shook your head, moving a few strands of hair from your face, then tried to walk past him.

"Please, I insist." He pleaded, taking your hand, making heat rise to your cheeks and look up at him. His warm calloused fingertips brushed over the bandages that covered your hands, and he looked down, a pained expression coming over his face at the sight. How embarrassing, you thought, wanting to cry.

You immediately pulled your hand away, frightened at his sudden touch, at a loss for words.

"Sorry." He noticed your tense demeanor and took a step back, not wanting to make you uneasy. That's a sight for sore eyes, you thought. Vince was never like that.

"No... I—You can take me home..." You mustered out nervously.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He said with such a tender and caring voice, you would melt. When has Vince ever treated you like this?

"Maybe this won't be so bad... Being with Giorno."

"It—It's okay, I really appreciate it." You managed to smile, avoiding eye contact with him.

He grabbed a key and opened the door for you, letting you go first.

He went to the garage and opened it, revealing the most gorgeous burgundy Lamborghini. You bit your lip and squealed, your apprehension suddenly fading away.

Your second most beloved interest besides fashion: Cars. You loved cars as much as you loved fashion, which said a lot.

"What a beautiful car, GioGio!" You smiled wide, looking up at him.

He smiled back down at you. "Not as beautiful as you, amore."

"Waaah... He's mega rich... He really is a Don..."

He unlocked the car, the winged doors going up, allowing you to sit inside the luxurious passenger seat.

He got in and started the car, pulling out of the driveway with ease and driving smoothly.

After five minutes of silence, he sighed deeply and kept his eyes on the road, and spoke up. "Y/n, if you are not happy with this arrangement... I will gladly break it off. I don't want to force you into anything." His tone was serious, but so loving.

"No, Giorno, I— I don't have anything against this..." You mumbled earnestly.

"Please, amore," he pleaded, "I would never do anything to force you into this engagement and I will not be angry if you're not comfortable going through with it. I understand if you don't want to, we don't know each other very well."

You shook your head. "I'm willing to give this a try. We can get to know each other."

"As you wish." He nodded.

A few minutes later, he stopped at a red light and looked down at your hands, then back up at you. "May I ask what happened to your hands, Bella?"

"...Just an accident while cooking." You responded gravelly, then cleared your throat.

"Are you sure? Doesn't look like it." He pried, frowning.

"Don't worry about it." You murmured.

"I should heal this for you. My stand ability—"

"No, it's fine, really." You interrupted.

"Very well then." He muttered.

The car ride was silent until he arrived at Alexander's estate.

"Thanks... Giorno." You forced a smile and quickly got out.

You opened the door and all the lights were off, it was also totally quiet. You had an eerie, sinking feeling as you took your shoes off and quietly walked inside.

"Alex...ander?" You called out, "Alima?"

You walked slowly into the living room, your heart dropping as you saw a trail of blood slowly traveling across the floor.

You came closer and gasped.

Alexander. Alima. Leo. Elena.

Slashes across their chests, their backs... You looked down at your hands and they were suddenly covered in blood, your katana stained with blood in your right hand.

"No..." You whispered, "This isn't real..."

"No! Cheri Lady..." You called out your stand, only to hear her soft giggles as she morphed her appearance to yours, face and clothes stained in blood.

"This is your future, Y/n." She said, grinning, "Isn't this what you want?"

"No! This is all but an illusion..." You whispered, your vision spiraling. You felt wetness running down your cheeks, but they weren't tears.

You wiped your cheeks and saw the blood flowing from your eyes. A side effect of something Cheri Lady's abilities rarely allowed you to do—A premonition. A look into the future.

"Your hatred will drive you to a dark, dark place, Y/n... The grudge you've held in your heart for so many years is fueling your yearning for vengeance..." She laughed more.

"No, Cheri Lady!" You cried out.

"This is why I've allowed you to have a glimpse into the future, Y/n. Don't you remember the last time?" She laughed deeply, "You saw your handsome friend—Josuke-kun, was it? Murdered by that killer. And your other friends, too."

"I-I—I prevented Yoshikage Kira from killing my friends, y-you showed me how everything would play out..." You stuttered anxiously.

"Now, here you will." She opened her arms and smiled at the scene before you.

"I—"

"But wait. Isn't the rest of your family what you want?"

You turned and you found yourself in the Romano populated neighborhood where all of your extended family lived. Blood smeared on the windows and walls of each house, bodies with slashes across their backs and chests littered each house. The influence of your longing for a normal life—the grudges you aimlessly held in your heart over the years desperately whispering, "Make this your reality. They're nothing to you."

"Come back to reality, Alexander's come back home." She interrupted your psychological turmoil, then vanished. Her giggles echoed in your head.

You turned around, seeing Alexander standing by the door taking his jacket off. "Y/n."

"Alexander." You muttered, regaining your composure.

"Another glimpse into the future, sorellina?" He smiled almost mockingly. Just like his father.

You shook your head and went to grab a tissue to wipe the blood running down your cheeks.

"You should talk to Vince, cuore. He's a mess."

You stopped. Oh shit.

You totally forgot about Vince.

"Ok." You replied, raising your eyebrows.

"I told him about your... engagement. Stupid motherfucker punched me in the face." Alexander hissed and took off his hat.

Yikes.

"Yikes." You remarked.

"He said it's my fault, how I'm just Father's puppet, I don't care about you, blah blah blah." Alexander rolled his eyes.

"Maybe he's right." You shrugged.

He frowned then went back to a normal expression. "Anyway— after we roughed each other up, he started tearing up. The poor guy felt so bad after your argument."

"Ok." You nodded.

"He really wants to apologize, but he can't imagine you with another guy besides him."

"Ok. I don't really give a fuck, so..." You shrugged.

"God, it's like talking to an unemotional psychopath whenever I'm with you." Alexander scowled.

"Ok."

"Where's my wife?" He asked.

You shrugged again. "Dunno. Housewife stuff. It's not like she has a job to go to...her university degrees are collecting dust on the mantel."

"Why don't you get a goddamn job and stop wasting my money all day? Or maybe go to grad school and do something with your life?" He retorted condescendingly.

"Should I make dinner, my handsome and kind brother?" You said mockingly.

"No, I'm afraid you might cut yourself again." He leaned in and mumbled as he took your bandaged hand and glared down at you coldly.

"You don't know anything." You muttered as you met his gaze, eyes beaming a slight red from your stand's instigation.

He gripped your wrist tighter, not letting you pull away. "Those eyes, sorellina... What do you see?"

"I see you dead at my feet." You murmured, a smile creeping up against your lips.

His expression darkened and he shook his head. "Just me? Or the entire clan, too?"

You smirked in response, staying quiet.

He let go of your wrist, shoving you away. "You traitorous, conspiring—"

"Ah, ah, Alexander, I see the truth behind your meaningless lies. No need to curse me." You interrupted, your hands shaking for the release of spilling blood.

"Maybe I should kill him."

"You shouldn't have come back here, Y/n. I can just see that murderous look in your eyes. It's sickening, waking up every day and seeing you plotting on all of us." Alexander replied, rubbing his eyes.

"It's because of you, Alessandro. You made me this way."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not some man you can use your pretty face to manipulate, Y/n. I'm not Vince, nor your little boytoy the Don."

"Don Giovanna is lucky to be betrothed to me. I'm the most sought after woman in Italy." You smirked more.

"Dio mio, Y/n... Your arrogance is painful to listen to." Your brother winced at your arrogance.

"But I'm the most beautiful woman around, na? I know how those mobsters speak of me when I'm not around." You retorted pridefully.

"You don't know shit about how our organization works, Y/n. You're just a pretty face among a crowd of lustful men." He grew more intimidating as he leered over you, making you a little nervous.

"S-Stop it, Alessandro, I'm not a child anymore." You retorted, taking a step away from him.

He grabbed your collar. "Why do you think they bow down to you so easily, hm? Because they respect you?"

Sweat started to form on your forehead and you put an innocent, fearful look on your face. Alexander couldn’t stand it.

“Get out of my face,” he murmured, shoving you to the ground roughly as he let go, “I don’t know how you turned out this way…”

“And how exactly did I turn out?” You inquired.

“Manipulative and conceited. Get the fuck out of my sight.” He snapped.

You got on your feet dizzily and smirked, walking upstairs.

“M-Me? Manipulative? How could you say that…” You whispered to yourself, making a false hurt expression.

You were more manipulative than you’d like to admit, but so what? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have some control over other’s emotions.

Your judgement was clouded. It was hard to tell what was good and bad, everything was just a blur for you.

The influence of your hatred had driven you this far.

Murdererous intent, bloodlust, invasive thoughts-- You were just one more argument with Alexander away from going to the Romano estate and slaughtering everyone.

You sighed shakily, running a hand through your hair.

"Whatever." Your conflicted expression faded into an unaffected one.

"I did this to myself."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #giorno #don giorno #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #giorno giovanna x reader #jjba giorno #tw unstable y/n

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lz-didyounotice · 2 months

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Forest of memories

These gifs do not belong to me

Heyyy! How are you lots? "Dragon riders" is on its way to be writen. So for now, I'm offering you a small glimps into (Y/N) memories. This was inspired by "Zone blanche" a franco-belge series. It's going to be a lot of angst and fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Froggit-

Warnings : English is not my first language. Prehestablished relationship. Donna's on board. Lots of angst, mention of death, and guns.

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Souvenirs always held a special significance to you, a reminder of cherished memories and past lives. It had been an odd practice the Doctor had picked up with you, always finding new quirky little trinkets he could give you. However, this one may have been a little too specific.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you admired the artwork. The ginger-haired woman sitting beside you, a bit concerned by the salted waters running down your cheeks. She had selected this painting because it reminded her of you, a sentiment the Doctor shared as he helped conceal it as a birthday present.

“Happy birthday (Y/N)!” Donna exclaimed cheerfully, presenting the meticulously wrapped gift from behind her back.“This is for me? Really?” Taking it between your hands, you couldn’t quite believe it. Its TARDIS blue cover made you look at the doctor with a very excited smile.

“Come on, open it!” Insisted your sister, eager to know your reaction. “Alright alright.” Removing diligently the tape, you unwrapped the present, fingers still lingering on the blue paper. As you finally put the wrapping paper away, you couldn’t quite believe what you had between your hands.

As your fingers scavenged into every little crevice in the paint, you felt a rush of fear overwhelm you, causing your vision to blur and darkness to encroach.

The painting escaped your hands as your head dropped back against the chair. A look of pure terror emerged on the Doctor's face. He rushed to your side, cradling you close in a desperate attempt to rouse you from your daze. But as he saw the white membrane of your eyes, his hearts clenched in distress. Trying to awaken you, your breathing became even more shallow, as all you could hear was the panicked voice of the Doctor trying to get you back.

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[ Running through the dense forest, you felt a searing pain in your side with each step. The distant echo of gunshots, reverberating in the background as you tried to survive. Your legs screamed for respite, but you pressed on, driven by an instinctual need to flee. "Run, little girl—run!" a voice urged, compelling you forward.

Your own gun had been abandoned in the deep waters of the swamp, when you had tried to get away. It happened so fast. You over her body, trying to cradle her in your arms, tears falling on her lifeless form. Screaming her name as you discovered the inexistence of a pulse. Yours quickening as you felt the cold touch of a gun at the back of your head.

Your assailant’s hand reached for the gun in your pocket, forcing you to stand up as he threatened you with the same fate. You took him by surprise when you punched him square in the face, knocking him back into the deep waters.

He had the opportunity to shoot, and now your side was drenched in a deep crimson red. Amid of his cries for you to stop, the cacophony of crows served as an eerie backdrop. They were always watching, always vigilant. Each death, guarded by these birds. Some called it a bad omen, while others saw it as the hand of fate at work.

This man had made his intentions clear - he wanted you dead. As the most influential woman in the village, you posed an obstacle to his ambitions. But his desire for power wasn't limited to you; your daughter was also a target.

Just a week after your daughter confided in you about being stalked by this man, she vanished for two agonizing months. During that time, you left no stone unturned in your search for her. Yet, when she was found, it was in the heart of an ancient celtic ritual site, adorned with a crown of flowers and moss.

In the periphery of your vision, you noticed a shadow trailing your every move, much like the ever-present crows. This figure, with a human form and deer antlers, was known as "Cernunnos" to the locals. To some of them, he was a deity, while to others, he was just an abomination.

To you, he might have been both.

Why Cernunnos had chosen to protect you was a question that plagued your thoughts. Knowing you were being followed made you even more afraid, hearing steps and deranging noises all around. Dodging yet another branch you found shelter behind one of the largest trees you could see. Afraid to even peek around to know what had become of this man.

The sickening sound of his screams mingled with your own, the adrenaline of the moment swiftly fading. Hearing the distant noise of his body when it was crushed to the ground, you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness once more. The impending danger should have been terrifying, yet amidst the chaos, his guttural voice reverberating beside your ear, there was an eerie sense of calm. ]

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As you opened your eyes, a sense of relief washed over you. The soft glow of the TARDIS shined over your features, offering you reassurance in its dim light. Turning your head, you saw beside you the soft brown hair of an all too familiar face lying on the mattress. Hand tightly holding yours as if afraid of letting go.

Rolling slightly onto your side, your free hand reached out to brush his hair, gently moving the strands aside. Sensing movement, the man's eyes fluttered open, initially blurred, they became wide open as he realized you were awake. Adjusting his hair, his hand came to rest on your cheek, seeking confirmation that this wasn't merely a dream.

Leaning into his touch, you finally manage to speak. “Hello Doctor…”

His voice seemed laced with worry and relief. “You scared the living daylight out of me …” He wanted to be angry at himself to not have prevented it, but right now, your eyes told him it wasn’t the right time. ”I thought I would lose you”

“I thought too-” Tears welled up in your eyes, the feeling of the recent events still fresh in your mind. No matter how many times you had to go through it, it never got easier.

Shifting beneath the covers, you sought comfort in the Doctor's presence, inviting him to join you in bed. All you wanted was to lie there, to feel his gentle touch against your skin as you still processed what just happened. You longed to hear the rhythm of his hearts, to feel the reassuring rise and fall of his chest beneath your fingertips.

Remaining in his suit, the Time Lord drew closer, removing his shoes before slipping under the covers beside you. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close to his chest, while his chin rested atop your head as you nestled into the crook of his neck. Like a safe haven you would never dare to leave.

“Do you want to speak about it?” The Doctor's voice was gentle, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head, his hand moving in soothing circles on your back.

“I thought I had remembered everything. I really did…” Your voice started to quiver “So why didn’t I know about this already?”

Softly, the Doctor started to question you about your memories.“Can you tell me what happened?”

Hesitating at first, you finally found the courage to let go.“I just… There was a peatland… A large peatland filled with dead bodies. I-” Remembering her face was difficult, you almost wanted to throw up just thinking of it. “There was a girl… in the middle of it… Couldn’t have been more than 18…”

“Did you know her?” You felt upset to not have remembered such a thing. How could someone forget their own child?

“I-I think I did… I remembered myself screaming her name, but…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, clutching his suit tighter. “She was already dead…-” More tears streamed down your cheeks. “And then, I remembered running. Bleeding and running from someone. I’m sure they wanted me dead…”You sniffled, attempting to wipe away the tears. “So... I pushed them and ran…”

“Has they done something to you?”

“I still feel the pain in my side… I think they shot me… ” Your hand instinctively went to your thigh, trying to make the pain go away.

“Do you know how it ended?” One of his hand now covering yours.

“The forest devoured him… I heard him scream out for help… But It was already too late to do anything…” The doctor looked puzzled. How could a forest devour someone, especially on earth? But as you shed even more tears, he drew closer, your knuckles turning white from holding him too tightly. “I was so scared…-”

“You’re okay now… I’m not letting you go…” His protective embrace conveyed a sense of security you desperately needed. ”You must rest, you’ve been through a lot…” Perhaps a few more hours of peace could offer you some relief.

If he were being honest, the Doctor had been terrified. Despite Donna's explanation of your memory system, he had feared that you wouldn't wake up. He never wanted to see you in such distress again.

As you fell asleep against his chest, your fingers intertwined with the fabric of his suit once more. He couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before readjusting his legs for more comfort.

This night aboard the TARDIS sure had been chaotic. Watching from the doorframe Donna felt relieved to see you so peaceful in the Doctor’s arms.

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The painting was never to be seen again. At least that was the Doctor's wish… Yet, to you, it still held a great place in your heart, no mater how much your first encounter with it had been dreadful.

Picking it up from the keepsake room, your fingers inspected the artwork, paying attention to every detail. What was once a terrifying and dark forest now bloomed with vibrant colors. The ominous figure with antlers had softened into a gentle deer peeking from behind the trees, while the crows were finally released from their silent duty.

Entering the control room, you found the Doctor engaged in lively conversation with your sister, discussing their next adventure. Joining them, your heart felt lighter than it had in days, finally freed from this burdened past you had finally learned to carry.

#10th doctor x reader!oc #doctor who x reader #doctor who x imortal reader #the doctor x reader #doctor who #10th doctor x reader #tenth doctor x reader #noble family x reader

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irintican · 2 years

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i believe the reason why donna tartt created richard papen as the unreliable and glorifying narrator is because richard is not meant to have much a personality since richard is our looking glass into the world of academic elitism and classicism. she presents the modern man, disenchanted with his life, thereby fleeing to hampen. i would argue that richard does not fit into the greek class at all, and not just because he is poor and from the west coast. richard has lived in modernity, (at the time of the publication), therefore when he is launched into the dramatics of the greek class, he is easy to manipulate since he admires the ancient world that is emulated. richard papen is the reader. perhaps that is why we are so enamored with the greek class, especially henry, camilla, and francis.

#the secret history #tsh #tsh discourse #the secret history discourse #richard papen #donna tartt

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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10th doctor x reader - it would always end this way

The doctor wasn’t paying much attention, not really paying attention to anything aside from the console as he banged a hammer against it.

Then he heard the song that Donna was humming to herself and he snapped his head up, banging it against something.

“Ow!”

He rubbed his head and stepped away from the console, and Donna stopped singing to look at him.

“What were you singing?” He asked.

“I don’t know, just some daft song I heard on the street.” She shrugged.

“The street?”

“Yeah, a busker on my way in.”

“Take me!”

The doctor ran to the door and he gestured for Donna to do the same thing, and she shrugged and followed him outside.

“It’s just a song.”

“But it’s not just a song.” He said.

Donna pointed across the street and the doctor walked over, standing with the small group of people who were also listening.

Donna walked over and stood next to him.

“It’s just a song doctor. That’s it.”

The doctor carefully listened to what the words were and he furrowed his brows a little bit.

“But it’s wrong.”

“How can it be wrong?” Donna laughed.

The doctor turned to look at Donna and he took her back to the TARDIS, pulling up the screen he began to flick through videos throughout time.

“All the timelines past, future and present, the song is nearly as old as time itself, it says that a deadman called out for his love to flee.”

“Yeah and?”

The doctor pulled up another video, a beautiful face filled the screen, smiling from ear to ear, and he pointed to the laughing person.

“This is the original story.”

Donna looked confused.

“The deadman did not call for his love to flee Donna, it was the deadman’s Love who called for him to flee and took his place.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous it’s a song!”

“It’s a story Donna!” He snapped.

He spun around and he looked at the screen in desperation.

“It’s the story of how my spouse died…”

“You were married…?”

The doctor nodded and sat down on the table, holding a hand over his mouth as he looked at the screen.

It was replaying the same moment over and over again, the only moment he had of you.

Donna slowly walked over and sat next to him.

“It was the last days of the time war, and they were going to punish me. They knew what I was going to do and had to stop me…”

“How…?”

“Prophecy, but there was one thing the high council were missing.”

The doctor sent the TARDIS into flight, nowhere special in mind, just flying around aimlessly.

“What happened to them doctor…?”

“A prophecy, one that the high council couldn’t even foresee, something that was always going to happen. The time war was always going to end, and (Y/N) knew this. They had foreseen this as well, and they had foreseen my death. They couldn’t let that happen, so at the last moment they took my place.”

“Then what…?”

The doctor sighed, wiping a few of his tears.

“(Y/N) was locked in a time lock on a planet, nobody can access it. The time lords didn’t want to kill them because they were to be the next prophet.”

He turned to Donna.

“That song is the story told by the time lords on the last days, pass through time and space, turned into a silly little song. It’s the last moments of (Y/N)…”

“Can’t you find them?”

“You can’t get past a time lock even if I could I can’t get past it.”

Donna placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry…”

He sighed and looked back at the screen, and he saw that the imagine had changed, showing a map of the universe with one spot flashing.

“What?” He asked.

He got up and looked at it.

“What’s going on?”

“The TARDIS has decided to take us somewhere…”

“Where?”

He looked at Donna.

“I don’t know…”

When the TARDIS stopped he ran out and he looked around the planet, it wasn’t much, just dust and dirt.

He stepped out fully, and he looked around confused.

“Why would it bring us here?” He asked.

“It’s just a barren planet.” Donna scoffed.

“No, no there has to be more.”

He began scanning the area, trying to find anything, and when he looked at the screwdriver, he furrowed his brows.

“It’s picking up something, a sound wave.”

He made his way back to the TARDIS and Donna ran after him.

She could hear the voice but she couldn’t make out the words.

“Why can’t I understand it?” She asked.

“That’s impossible…” he whispered.

“What? What is it?”

The doctor turned to Donna with wide eyes.

“Its Gallifrian… it’s why the TARDIS won’t translate it…”

“But I thought you were the only one?”

He looked back at the console and ran outside again, trying to pinpoint the sound.

“It’s not coming from here, but it originated from here, I can trace it!”

So that’s what he did, he traced the sound to the start of time, to the end of its reach, to the past and future of earth until he landed in the present once more.

“Its coming from here…”

They both stepped outside and they looked around, and the doctor could faintly here the song, so he followed it.

He ran after it, chasing it all around London until finally he found himself at the top of a building, gasping for air.

He slowly stood up and he began to looked around.

“Doctor there…” Donna whispered.

She pointed and the doctor looked, and Donna smiled, placing a hand on his arm.

“I’ll wait downstairs.”

She left and the doctor just stared at your back as your voice radiated softly and quietly, a frequency only for him.

You slowly stopped singing and you turned around a gentle smile on your face.

“H..how..?”

You took a step forward, and you slowly lowered yourself to the floor as your legs threatened to give way.

“(Y/N)!”

The doctor ran over to you, and he knelt in front of you, placing his hand in the side of your face, looking you up and down.

“I’m okay.. I’m okay…”

Tears ran down his face and you looked up at him, gently brining your fingers up to brush against his skin.

“You’ve changed my love…”

“Yet you’re still as stunning as ever…”

You laughed softly and shook your head a little bit.

You breathed deeply and he looked at you in concern.

“It’s okay.. I just… I used a lot of energy to get here…”

“Let’s get you back to the TARDIS..”

He swept you into his arms, and you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeats.

The doctor kept flicking his gaze to you, making sure you were still there, still okay.

He got to the bottom and Donna looked at him.

“I need you to open the doors.”

“Of course!”

She ran to open the doors and let the doctor and you in.

“Come and find me later.” She smiled.

With that she left and the doctor laid you down on the chairs and he covered you up with his jacket, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

“Get some sleep…”

You nodded your head.

While you were sleeping he did all the checks he needed to on you, making sure you were actually you, checking your mind, listening to your hearts.

It was a few days until you woke up again and you finally sat up, pulling your husbands coat over you and you looked around.

The TARDIS doors were open and you got up, walking over to the doors you stepped outside and looked around.

The TARDIS had moved, and you were in a park, and he was sitting on a bench.

“Ever the thinker…” you spoke softly.

He looked up at you and quickly stood up, rushing over to you.

“You’re real… I checked…”

“I’m hurt you’d ever doubt me.”

He laughed softly and he cradled your face between his hands.

“How did you get out of the time lock…?”

You sighed.

“The time lock was designed to be done every so often… it wasn’t strong enough to hold me, they couldn’t make it strong they needed their strength.. so.. it broke…”

“That song, you planted it didn’t you?” He asked.

You smiled a little bit.

“All throughout time and space so I could find you… so you could find me…”

“How?”

“I saw the prophecy before they did, so when I vanished before that day, I was planting that songs all over the universe, for this moment.”

The doctor smiled a little bit, and he let out a soft laugh.

“My ever brilliant (Y/N)…”

He ducked down, and he kissed you like he had never done before.

Every ounce of love and sadness and grief and happiness all into one kiss, and every time you pulled away he leant forward to kiss you again.

And finally you gave him, and you kissed him back.

You were time locked, frozen in time, so it hadn’t been as painful for you like it had been for him.

He pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you…”

“I love you too my dear darling…”

He smiled and you closed your eyes, smiling back as he hugged you.

This was where you were always going to end up, this is where you were always going to find your way back to.

You had seen it, it was why you did what you did.

You had seen the future it had been foretold that you would find your way back to the doctor, and he would find you, and you would stand right here holding him.

That’s where your vision had ended, you never saw more than that, it’s where you visions stopped once you reconnected with him.

But that’s all you needed.

It’s all you ever needed to know that you weren’t going to leave him for good, even if you could never explain it to him, it was enough for him that you were here.

That was all the doctor needed to know, that he you right by his side, and he could hold you again

#doctor who #doctor who x reader #doctor who x y/n #doctor who x you #doctor who imagine #tenth doctor #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor imagine

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simsstuph · 4 months

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I rang for Jack and Donna to come over as quickly as possible. I needed my best friends in that moment of atomic news.

Donna: They can't force you to go.. Can they?

June: Of course they can, they're my parents. I'm only fifteen, what kind of say does a fifteen year old have?

Donna sighed: And I thought my life was rough always watching over all of my siblings. What're you gonna do?

I face palmed: I've thought about running away, hiding in one of your closets. They'd quit looking after a while, right?

Jack: Not your parents, they'd burn the whole city down looking for you.

Donna: The suburbs are becoming very popular. I heard on the news the city is seeing the highest number of folks fleeing from them than they ever have before.

Jack: Well gee whiz Donna Sue, you really know how to shed light on a situation, don't ya?

Donna punched Jack's upper arm forcefully, he rubbed it and laughed.

Jack: Maybe it won't be such a bad thing, I spend every summer out in the suburbs at grandma's and it's real nice. Crime rates ain't like they are here and it's real pretty out there. All them trees, grass.. Birds and ya can't beat the quiet. It's peaceful.

Typical Jack, always trying to make any situation seem hopeful.

June sarcastically: Just what everyone wants, quiet and trees, easier to be kidnapped in.

Jack nodded with a smirk: If you ain't getting kidnapped in the city, you sure as heck ain't getting kidnapped out in the suburbs. It's safer out there, crime is rising here. Between the greasers and gangs Ya can't hardly walk the streets of Flatbush anymore without being in danger.

Donna's jaw dropped: I live in Flatbush and he isn't wrong June. Besides, it's not like it's across the Country. We can still see each other and write all of the time.

LouAnn walked up behind us: Donna, your mother just telephoned, she needs you home for help and June, I'd like to have a word once you're done chatting with your friends dear.

Donna jumped up swiping her skirt with her hands: Thank you Mrs. Cavello, see you guys later.

She hurried off, Donna usually had to abruptly run home to help out with her siblings.

I sighed heavily: That's just great, I wonder how much she over heard. I'll be grounded forever.

Jack: I gotta get inside anyway, haven't even started my homework. Don't let this get ya down June. It'll be alright. I'll catch ya later.

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'...“Wild Blue Yonder,” Doctor Who (Second 60th Anniversary Special)

This standout hour allows David Tennant and Catherine Tate both to shine — as The Doctor and Donna Noble and the Not-Things looking like them. After Donna spilled coffee into the TARDIS console, the two end up at the edge of the universe, stranded after the H.A.D.S. (Hostile Action Displacement System) switches back on and the TARDIS flees imminent danger. Not only is it The Doctor and Donna at their best — the banter, her making fun of his “Allons-y” — and without the concern of her mind burning up, but there’s time for emotional moments from each as well.

Following “The Star Beast,” Tennant continues to play the devastating rage and quiet heartbreak of The Doctor’s losses (then, the thought of losing Donna as he had to activate the Time Lord memories dormant inside her, and this time, because of Not-Donna bringing up that Gallifrey isn’t his home and the Flux). And Tate brilliantly brings across the anguish and acceptance of her character facing her likely death, when The Doctor at first takes the wrong Donna on board the TARDIS upon its return just as the spaceship they landed on is about to explode to destroy the Not-Things. He, of course, returns in time, but both are visibly haunted by the experience after.

There is time for a couple light-hearted moments, particularly when it comes to the two meeting (Sir — spoilers!) Isaac Newton (Nathaniel Curtis), whom they later agree was hot, and the change of “gravity” to “mavity” that sticks after he mishears them. And of course Bernard Cribbins’ last scene as Donna’s granddad, Wilf, and his joy at seeing not only The Doctor (and that particular face) but also Donna with her memories back, is as welcome as it is bittersweet.

“Every Day,” Good Omens (Season 2 Episode 6)

What better way to cap off a devilishly good season than with a romantic, exciting, and heartbreaking finale? Neil Gaiman‘s Good Omens gathers angels from Heaven, demons from Hell, and mortals from Whickber Street in Aziraphale’s (Michael Sheen) bookshop, and not only does the truth about Gabriel’s (Jon Hamm) amnesia come out, but it also ends with an angel and a demon running off together… just not the ones we expect (though we didn’t hate it!). Sadly, Aziraphale and Crowley’s (David Tennant) emotional conversation and kiss (one of the best scenes of the series, with terrific performances from Sheen and Tennant) as well as a promotion from Heaven has them ending the season apart rather than as an “us.”

Also, after failed rom-com attempts from Aziraphale and Crowley to play matchmaker for Maggie (Maggie Service) and Nina (Nina Sosanya), the women don’t get together — a healthy decision on the coffee shop owner’s part, given her previous relationship, and a swerve from what might be expected.

The episode does everything a good finale should: wraps up some loose ends and leaves off on a cliffhanger that has us begging for the third season ASAP...'

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 40: In Which The Daylight Is Dawning

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

::!TW!:: This chapter is violent, please be prepared.

You couldn't help but feel a little lost as you stood there in your living room alone.

Alcina had disappeared so quickly and you weren't ready.

There was a heaviness in the air, and maybe it was just Donna's words and your overactive imagination, but you could feel the twisting of something going wrong as every minute passed.

You were so tired.

Maybe you shouldn't have worked so hard on that illusion spell. Now you were depleted energetically and magickly and this was really not the time to be. You silently kicked yourself as you made your way to the kitchen for something to drink. God you felt so parched all of a sudden.

There was a jitteriness in your veins now and you couldn't help but feel like something was too close for comfort. Should you call Malka? No, no fucking way were you getting her involved.

Your eyes found the clock out of habit. It was almost midnight. Should you to go bed? Would you even be able to sleep?

It wasn't long into the thought you heard muffled caws from the other room.

Your instincts perked your reaction up and you shot to your bedroom to find all six of your crow family having an absolute fit on your balcony.

The cawing you had heard previously was now an unmistakable word; run.

But it was too late.

All you remember after the icy fear was a spicy stinging sensation up your nose, pressure to your neck, and blackness.

Alcina and Donna went still as stone as the sound permeated up through the tunnels.

They both knew the sound too well and Alcina's eyes exploded with bright gold as her instinctive prowess flooded to the surface.

"You still have time to flee and run as far as you can," she said to Donna almost mindlessly, her eyes fixed on the tunnel before them.

"You're out of your fucking mind."

They looked at each other in the darkness and without exchanging so much as a nod, sprinted their way down to the underground.

Alcina stopped dead in her tracks as she peered out into the vast opening of her realm. Mutants had taken over the city. But instead of the bloodshed she had expected, this enormous army had herded all vampires and lycans alike to the inner city, circling and guarding them like the dogs they were.

She grabbed for Donna's arm in one last attempt to persuade her to leave this, but they were now being grabbed up by a slew of mutants that had appeared out of no where, ushering them to the center of the city along with everyone else.

Alcina was ferally fighting her desire to rip them to shreds but her subconscious thwarted the idea with a visceral hiss.

She was no good to anyone if she was dead.

Every mutant had those same white glowing eyes. Dressed in all black. Their skin paler and more sickly than any vampire Alcina had ever seen. They moved robotically, as if they were a hive mind. None of them spoke or made a noise, but their unchallenged strength made her blood boil and stomach churn. They were all gangly, uncharacteristically gaunt, each face a hollow expression vacant of any thought or personality. What were these things.

The vampires and lycans of the city all turned to look at the Matriarch as she was shoved into the crowd along with everyone else, their faces beckoning her attention, demanding her to act, to tell them what to do, to give them any shred of explanation or crumb of hope that this was not as dire as it seemed.

She could give them none.

The hushed and hasty whispers filled her ears with an annoying overstimulation to her already sparking blood-rage. Alcina's awareness was so alert she felt tight in her bones, like one sharp movement would break them due to sheer tension.

And then she saw them.

"Where is Mother Miranda!" she bellowed at Ethan and Mia as they weaved their way through the parting mutants like the Red Sea.

Donna had now grabbed onto Alcina's hand in the hidden mass, her own desperation and fear threatening to drown her as she heard her Matriarch's voice demand that answer. She was a little too short to see through the collective of bodies that were gathered like livestock. But she felt Alcina's rage and power surging like tidal waves.

Alcina could not denounce the pure, white hot anger and dread that sparked in the pit of her being. These putrid fucking imbeciles were the last faces she wanted to see and suddenly everything began to shatter and crash around her. Her mind could barely form a thought as she watched them approach her.

This couldn't be. This simply couldn't be.

The fucking proverbial pin-drop silence was almost too much to take and Alcina damn near shrieked just to stop the deafening silence as everyone became overtaken by their uncertainty.

Ethan bore a smirk Alcina desired to rip from his face, Mia, was docile and unreadable as they were now within touching distance. Donna's grip of her hand was the only thing grounding and stopping her from making a move she would surely regret.

"Mother Miranda requests your presence in the City Hall," Ethan stated warmly, "as she does of everyone who can fit," he said a little louder, addressing any who could hear but never taking his eyes off the Matriarch, "and please, remove your coat and gloves, Mother Miranda would like this to be a relaxed setting."

He could see Alcina's immediate response was to be refusal, so he put his hand up, "her orders."

Her reaction time was forced when a mutant tried to remove her coat for her.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she lashed, turning on a dime and shoving violently at the mutant, her eyes on fire with the fury she was trying difficultly to harness.

Every set of eyes locked on their Matriarch to see what she would do. The unspoken hesitation to watch and act if their leader did also was palpable enough it unnerved Donna, giving her the urge to shake her fellow men from their trance. It was an excruciating and slow several moments as Alcina took her time deciding what to do.

After she was able to regain self-control, Alcina kept her stare of pending death on the mutant who dared touch her as she removed her gloves with care, followed by the coat from her shoulders, handing the article to Mia at her side who took it with care and tucked it under her arm, her beloved gloves, the ones you gave her, included.

She was left now in her favorite cream-colored, long sleeved, button down silk blouse, and her loose fitting black trousers that gave her figure the most understated yet beautiful form. Alcina grimaced at the feeling of pure vulnerability that blanketed her and gritted her teeth. She could kill Mia no sooner than if anything happened to those gloves.

Ethan smiled. "Come."

Alcina was absolutely quaking. Her jaw was clenched so tightly she could feel her teeth hinting at cracking. She was sure her face had hidden none of her rebuke as the petulant little fool turned his back on her and walked away, followed so ceremoniously by Mia she wanted to puke. But she did as instructed and followed.

Oh, the terrible things she would rather do right now than follow. Though, she knew her cards must be played wisely.

Donna said nothing as she held to her friend's arm for dear life while her brain screamed and calculated and planned on overdrive. This was terrible. This was everything she had dreaded and was now coming true. Her options for retaliation were completely defeated. What could she do? Where was Angie? Where was Karl, Dmitri, Sylvia, Mitch, Mateo, Gerard, Elina - WHERE WAS EVERYONE?

Focused so intently on where they were going, Alcina only now noticed how many mutants there really were. Thousands of these fucking creatures were on rooftops, on the walls of the caverns, flooded in the alleys and streets, lining the cobblestone walkways and sticking out like the sorest of thumbs. Alcina felt actually nauseas for the first time in years.

Was this defeat? Was this where it ended for her?

Her questions were silenced when they entered the chamber and her heart plummeted to the pit of her core.

At the back wall of the city gathering hall were her daughters. And Karl, Dmitri, and everyone else who had been on the outskirts of the underground while they had been trying to prepare and fight against this outside force that just happened to be sleeping under their feet. Alcina felt cold as death by the look of her girls. Their fear was painted with no remorse on their beautiful faces and she nearly bolted towards them. But it was who stood alone in the middle of the sunken floor that demanded every ounce of her attention now.

Mother Miranda stood proudly.

Hands folded neatly in front of her, waiting so patiently for their arrival, the smile on her face would otherwise be warm and welcoming had Alcina not known the wickedness beneath it.

She was in full gold and black feathered regalia. Her high backed collar adorned with long, shining black feathers that moved graciously as she did, the stark contrast of her blonde hair done ornately upon her head bringing out her features in such a way that said without words; you will look at me. You will bow to me. You will adore and worship me. I am here for eternity.

Alcina couldn't distinguish her hatred from her fear.

In a swift movement an arm was outstretched when her icy blue eyes found Alcina, and like a moth to flame, she was beckoned to join the woman alone in the middle of the room while the rest of the place was filled to the rim with whoever could fit.

She didn't know why she'd come so willingly. She didn't know why she accepted her offer. She didn't know how or why she was still so easily corrupted to obey this woman whom she hated so desperately.

All the same, she did.

Mother Miranda was her maker. She had bled her, guided her, taught her, brought her into this life of darkness and made her who she was. Alcina fought against her unspoken obedience but it never seemed to work. She hated it, hated it. She wanted to be free of her!

"My dearest, my Alcina," her rancidly sweet voice cooed, a hand reaching to stroke Alcina's quivering jaw tenderly, "we're making history tonight."

What was she supposed to say to that. What reaction was expected of her in this moment.

Alcina stood entirely still, looking down at her wondering if she should make her move, if she should try to kill her, if she should let her blood-rage explode and shove her claws through her throat and take her head in one fell swoop.

"Welcome!" Mother Miranda broke Alcina's thoughts as she pulled from her and addressed everyone who were now gathered like sardines, "welcome... my children, my kin. Tonight is a very special night. As you can see, I come bringing gifts of the future - our future - which will be full of power and glamour, uncontested strength and abundance we've never been able to imagine."

Alcina's eyes swept the room briefly before her sights went back to her daughters who were each now being handled by a mutant and brought towards the back steps opposite Alcina. She felt the need to dash, to free them, to gather them in her arms and protect them with her life, which she feared would be the case as the droning of this fucking woman continued.

"But for this beautiful promising future changes must be made. We cannot go forward while clinging to the past - our weaknesses must be weeded out! We must grow! Change... and evolve."

Mother Miranda circled Alcina, her hand trailing along her body as she went, her eyes still fixated on the crowd and never once looking at her. It made Alcina wince from the tension. She wanted her to get her filthy hand off her, she didn't want to be touched, not by her, not ever, ever again.

"I'm here to offer this to you all!" Miranda grinned widely, "I have created the army you see before you! I have perfected our kind, and I will continue my work until we are as perfect and beautiful as we can be... who will join me? Who will forge this new path with me?"

No one reacted. No one said anything. Vampires and lycans carefully exchanged glances, daring not to move too quick or say a thing, until one lycan spoke out.

"Never! I will never follow you!" he hollered, stepping from the shadows and crowd to face her on the top stair, "you will lead us into chaos! The Lady Dimitrescu is our only true leader."

Mother Miranda faced him slowly. Unmoved. Still. Waiting for anything else, more to chime in, though none came.

Her heels echoed loudly in the hall. She came within a few feet and with the flick of her wrist the nearest mutant struck and the lycan was sliced from stem to stern and crumpled to the floor in a pile of black blood and intestines.

The gasps were short and sharp. Alcina remained unmoved as she watched and knew this was it; this is where the last fight for everyone's freedom would happen.

Miranda turned on her heels and walked directly back to Alcina who she wanted to flinch but knew she never would, and smiled up at her. Sizing her up in her own mind with a sly smile while she knew she held all the cards.

"Alcina. My dearest, most favorite, beloved child... Will you follow your Mother into the future?"

Alcina remained unmoved. She felt every set of eyes bore down on her like the weight of a pummeling avalanche and desperately tried to weigh every option she had. There were so few, if any. Her ability to control her mouth slipped through her chilled fingers.

"No." She whispered.

The freedom and chains that came with that hit her like bricks.

The smile on the tyrants face only grew wider.

"Oh I'm so glad you said that, my dear," she replied brightly, "her daughters, please!" She shouted to the back.

Had Alcina turned any sharper she may have fallen down. Her gaze went to find her girls being brought to join them on the lower level of the sunken floor, at the back, far from her reach, held captive by their assigned mutants while Alcina growled deep in her chest.

Her next course of action was to be as ruthless and insane as possible if this is where it was all going to end, but something struck her in the back and buckled her knees as she hit the floor with a searing pain.

She couldn't be sure what she comprehended first before the pain set in; the collective gasps, the look on her daughters faces, or a loud well manicured crack.

While Alcina had her back turned to Miranda, she had beckoned Ethan who slithered from the crowd with a glowing whip.

What Alcina also missed through the searing sensation and her wail of pain, was the very audible 'No!' screamed from Donna, who was in the arms of a very ruthlessly infuriated Karl Heisenberg, who was also watching from the sidelines in horror, just as powerless as everyone else. "My kin, I really must give you a demonstration of the future I speak of!" Mother Miranda broke the tense silence, "and I must give due diligent thanks to your resident Lycan Leader; Karl Heisenberg, and his wild genius - his brilliant weapons and inventions have given way to brand new kinds of weapons that I and my new loyal minds of brilliance have perfected! Karl's breaking innovations to work with UV rays and radioactive material has proven invaluable in all my long research and innovation - as you see here - your Matriarch has been rendered nearly harmless with one strike of this gamma whip."

Karl felt as if he was coming apart from the seams. This fucking cunt had stolen his work and bastardized it in a way that should get her head ripped from her dainty little shoulders. He was so angry he could barely breathe, knowing Alcina's pain and pending defeat was his own doing. He was so ready to pounce, he was so ready to start world war three, but they were horrifically outnumbered and he knew this bloodshed would be in vain. Karl would hold onto his rage for the pending fight and release his terror the moment his chance appeared. He would save Alcina if it was the last thing he did.

When Miranda's eyes met Karl's, she smiled reverently and stepped towards he and Donna with a glacial slide, "I hope you will join me. Your mind would be such a sore loss."

Another crack sounded and Alcina cried out unwillingly again, dropping to her palms to keep from collapsing, knowing this is exactly what Mother Miranda wanted; a spectacle, to make an example of the most revered Matriarch this underworld had seen in centuries. To break her. In front of everyone.

She needed strength, she needed to focus, she needed desperately to get back on her feet and face this head on. She refused to go down with her back turned, on all fours like an animal.

The screams of her daughters gave her just that.

Blood-rage, though flickering in its strength, broke through the dams and flooded her veins. Searing pain or not, Alcina's black eyes forced their seeking to the sound as she rose with a primal stealth.

Her girls now donned thick glowing collars around their necks, the inevitable reaction seeming to be a strength and power sucking phenomena.

All she could hear now was the rushing of power of her blood-rage in her ears and Alcina began to move towards her daughters, but several more cracks rang through her comprehension, the pain not so much, but then a suffocating sensation around her throat yanked her backwards all the while every jabbing pin and needle of a excruciating pain rushed over her with a gruesome strength. Her blood-rage was flogged into submission, the power and strength ripped from her grasp, and all she could do was gasp as her hands flung to her neck to grab at whatever contraption was around her throat.

Mia stood above her. A chain in her hand that drooped down to a collar of her very own. Alcina registered everything much slower but the screaming and shouting of her girls pierced her consciousness the fastest.

Pure adrenalin was all she had left and Alcina harnessed it with all her might to force herself to her knees, and there before her was Ethan with a blood dripping whip, Mother Miranda at his side, her face full of pride and glory. She gulped for breath as the world felt like it was getting simultaneously smaller and darker, the pain becoming more than she could bare but the pure spite to defy this bitch and her toys pulling weight. Alcina would fight until every ounce of her blood was spilled. She would not go down as easily as Mother Miranda intended. Never.

The rattling of chains snagged her attention and Alcina's tired eyes found that her daughters were now wrist bound and held at the mercy of the mutants. Their faces were full of fear and anger, eyes wide and glued to their mother as she gave them the smallest, more reassuring smiles she could muster, refusing to let them see her faulter.

Alcina mouthed an 'I love you' to them, relieved on the inside that they had not truly been harmed, just bound and held captive for the time being. It was enough. It would have to be.

Her focus was drawn away as Mother Miranda leaned down to her, taking her chin in her dainty fingers to kiss her cheeks.

"There's more, my pet," she cooed, rising swiftly leaving her there in her drained, bleeding state.

"As effective as all of this is, as you can clearly see, let me introduce the catalyst that changes everything about our future even more than these weapons!"

Alcina watched hazily as Mother Miranda was brought a very familiar black box from another mutant who was hiding in the wings, her heart dropping even harder as the realization sunk in.

With glee, Miranda opened the box and pulled out a small vial of dark liquid, adorned with purple wax as its sealer, "Olde blood! Olde blood that belongs to a being I had long thought had gone extinct... and this blood... will shape our very fortune in my plans. And I... I have its source within my grasp."

No. Please, no, Alcina begged within the confines of her mind, not you.

The grogginess you felt was unmatched, and you were certain it had to do with the things around your neck and wrists. You were awake but you were damn near useless as you were dragged down a long, dark hall where you could hear a woman's voice that sounded all too familiar without any real reason why.

Your lazy eyes watched as the scene unfolded, the panic following shortly after.

The room was vast and filled to the brim with people. Which you were now deducing were not human. Vampires. Lycans. And some other humanoid like creatures that were far more in number than the rest. And in the middle of this sunken floor surrounded by all of them was Alcina. Knelt in the middle. A blonde woman in black and gold was by her side, as were two others; a man and a woman. One held a glowing whip, the other, the chain to whatever was around Alcina's neck. And then you could see the blood trickling down and through her white blouse.

Her weak eyes met yours as everyone turned to see you as well, but you could only see her, her and the state which she was in, and you screamed.

"Alcina - NOO!"

The heavy thing around your neck was yanked and you choked. Had it not been for the brutes who held you by your arms you would have crumbled to gasp and hack for breath.

Everything suddenly became so much worse.

Alcina realized she had to make a move, not the one she wanted, but the one she needed to. She didn't care how many eyes were on her.

"Mother..." her voice echoed, as weak as it was.

Your watery eyes shot up when you heard it. Her voice broke. You'd never heard it break.

The blonde turned her eyes very slowly to the woman on the ground and smiled, "yes?"

Everyone was so quiet it was uncomfortably unnerving.

"Please, don't do this... please." Her plea was but a choked whisper.

Mother Miranda stepped closer and ran a delicate finger along the side of Alcina's face, "do what, my pet?"

Alcina wanted to laugh. This dramatic fucking bitch. She wanted her to play into the palm of her hand, something she had been so unwilling to do only moments ago, but now the recklessness and severity of the situation came to her clear and deadly as day. She was not above begging and barter for the lives of those she loved. If that's what it took to make any kind of difference that might lead to prevailing, she would. She would do anything.

"Please, don't hurt my girls... or her... Please, let them go," Alcina uttered softly, throwing her pride to the wayside, "do what you want with me... just... let them go, please."

Mother Miranda beamed, "begging already. It doesn't suit you, you know. But I can't deny that I like the sound of it. In fact, it's more than music to my ears, it's... pure pleasure to hear you beg." She took a step back and admired the scene before her, gently throwing a smirk to Alcina, "you know I could let you make a break for it and save them" she purred, looking back at you and then to her daughters on the other end, "but you'll have to choose for whom."

That fucking bitch. While you had absolutely no energy or magick to pull from at the current time, your fury was becoming unmatched and you shouted with a rasp as loud as you could.

"CUUUNT! YOU FUCKING CUNT!"

You had to draw her attention, you had to give Alcina any allotted time she needed to think, to get back on her feet, to act! But nothing was going according to plan.

Alcina shouted your name in protest but Miranda's visage turned on you in a flash, and then Alcina was crying out once more.

Miranda had snapped her fingers for another lashing from the glowing whip, the crack making your heart break as you watched as helplessly as everyone else. You couldn't fathom why no one was doing anything, why no one was rising up against this bitch, helping Alcina and killing them all. But then in those split seconds you were anxiously looking around for a face to lure into retaliation, the white glowing eyes of the out of place figures stalled your every thought.

It was them.

It was the things you had dreamed about; the things that tore Alcina away from you in your dream; the monsters that haunted your subconscious ever since. These must be the very things that had ripped Alcina apart, the things that almost killed her, the things that gave her wounds she couldn't heal from. And that bitch, that cunt, that psychopath in the feathered dress, was the culprit.

That was Mother Miranda.

"I really should be thanking you, Alcina," Miranda's voice echoed, bringing everyone back to her attention, "for finding me the perfect host to begin the real work," she chuckled with a wicked sneer, looking at you with a hunger, "take her to the lab, NOW!" she barked.

Before you could protest, something spicy in a black container was shoved under your nose and everything went black again.

Alcina watched helplessly as the burning sensation in her body made it hard to breathe, let alone concentrate, the lack of her natural energy making the panic so much easier to set in, but before she could try to barter once more in her desperation Miranda turned on her and knocked her fully to the floor with a strong hit.

The taste of her own blood exploded in her mouth and the cold of the stone floor was a biting contrast to the heat from the open whip gashes in her back and shoulders and now her bloodied lips.

She gasped shortly as she felt a hand in her hair that tugged her from the floor and forced her to look at the face looming above.

Mother Miranda smiled, "your girls are looking exceptionally pale, my dearest Alcina. They need some sunlight."

The sounds of her daughters struggle filled the hall, the clashing of chains and the very apparent one-sided fight behind her making her soul run cold and her heart shatter to pieces.

Alcina swallowed and coughed, "n-no, M-Mother Miranda please, no!" If not for the immobilizing pain from the whip and the unnatural effects this collar had on her, she would have ripped Miranda's throat out of her body in record time.

"Shhh, shh my love," Miranda soothed, leaning down to the most unhappily docile Alcina she had met since she had been human, "for you..." her eyes went dark, "you may watch as your world turns to ash, joining them not too long after I suppose. Depends entirely how quickly the sun decides to move today."

The sounds of her daughters screams of protest began to dwindle away as they were dragged further into the underground, to the sun towers, where death awaited them. Alcina felt hot tears begin to cut ravines down her cheeks as she huffed, sneering and gulping down her pain and anguish, the brutal defeat of not being able to retaliate and do as she pleased to end all of this before it was far too late.

"You should be grateful, you know," the blonde affirmed confidently, loving her control and power trip almost as much as her own voice, "I should condemn you to eternity in a box, with nothing but your screams to keep you company - your death could take centuries... But I simply cannot risk it."

Miranda leaned back only briefly to admire Alcina. Her beauty was unmatched even this way, and she sighed.

Moving ever so slowly, Miranda placed her lips against Alcina's ear, "you see, you have found a Fae... just for me. A precious creature I thought had all died out hundreds of years ago. And she, she is simply too much for you. The love between the two of you will ruin everything. I need her. She will be perfect. So, from the bottom of my dead, black heart... thank you, my pet, for giving me the key to my new dynasty. Your death, and the death of your daughters, will set the needed tone for my reclaiming of the throne underground... You've been a wonderful gift, my favorite, truly, as I have told you many times," she pulled away again, gazing into Alcina's beautiful, grief stricken face.

Her fingers caressed her feather light, Alcina's stomach felt queasy, ill, like she could crawl out of her skin at the mere sight of this woman. She desired more than ever to break free from her binds and kill her. And she couldn't. Her tears could not have been more bitter.

With precision, Miranda placed delicate kisses along Alcina's cheekbone, down her wet cheek, down, down, and grazed her lips along Alcina's that were trembling, stealing tender kiss after tender kiss as she held both sides of her face within her palms.

She hummed, another smile appearing as she lingered so close, "it seems a shame to waste you," Miranda whispered, "I've wanted you more than any other of my fledglings. You... had the most potential. The most beautiful. The most broken. The most desirable to watch all of these long years together. But, what must be done, must be done."

Alcina was melting. Hating every syllable. Breaking at her words. Hating every breath. The lump in her throat was unbearable as it all buckled. She hated her. Hated her. Hated everything she had done to her. Hated every touch, ever glance, every word she'd ever uttered. Alcina had mustered enough strength to elongate her teeth and was just close enough to her jugular, but in the split second of her thought, her window of opportunity was gone.

Miranda pulled away like a flash and stood there peering down at her with what seemed to be pity, and maybe a hint of regret.

"Take her."

The scream Alcina thought was her own was not. It was Donna's.

Alcina only stole a brief glance at her and Karl on the steps only feet from her before the cracks of the whip sent her spiraling into an anguished wail. Her breath was ripped from her lungs with another crack, another lick of flame, the mixture of the tightness around her throat sending her senses into overdrive as she felt herself being jerked back and drug along the rough stone floor, up the jagged steps, and through the side doors leaving a splotchy trail of blood in her wake.

It couldn't end like this. It could not end like this.

Alcina felt the fitful desperation deep inside of her, but it was refused entry to the surface by the thing around her neck. She felt human once again; weak, stricken down by her illness, denied the ability to take charge of her own body and mind; that she must bow and accept her fate because there simply wasn't another option she was given.

No! NO! She screamed internally.

Her daughters needed her. You needed her. The vampires and lycans she had watched over for all these years needed her.

She could not fall!

Another visceral pang of defiance clawed from her depths and escaped through her throat with an earth shattering scream.

Beyond all odds, Alcina felt a short volcanic eruption of blood-rage hit her system and she grabbed the chain Mia held and yanked it, hard.

In a blinding, blurry movement she was up and on her feet, her vision, cloudy as it was, could make out the outlines of Ethan and Mia and her long razor sharp claws went swinging. She hit one of them, she wasn't sure who, she did not fucking care, and kept swinging. She slashed and slashed and screamed and screamed through the utter chaos that was pouring out of her. The smell of their blood helped to fuel her fury, and though she could feel the cutting and snapping of the whip Alcina's will to survive seemed to be winning.

Until it wasn't.

She felt the stab of a very familiar blade run her through.

Alcina's body stalled.

Her vision returned, blood-rage expunged.

Ethan stood in front of her, the dagger still in his hand and plunged just below her sternum.

Alcina's breath escaped the moment he pulled it from her and she tumbled to the ground with a thud. Time stilled. Memories and defeat slathered her slowly. She felt cold and clammy. Her breaths were shallow and ragged and the vampires she'd done plenty of damage to, began to drag her limp body once more down the dark hallway.

The next thing sensation she was met with was the bitter, blistering cold biting at every inch of her. Her eyes fluttered open as the sound of clinking, latching metal radiated through the tight space.

She lay crumpled on her side in the silo, the last bit of warmth from her own blood cooling quickly not only on the ground as it spilled, but through her very veins that were closing up.

When her vision blinked clear, her three daughters were before her, chained and huddled together at the other side of the round silo.

"M-mother!" Cassandra sobbed.

Alcina did everything in her power to push herself from the ground but she could not.

"Mm... my girls..." she was at least able to utter, trying to focus and give them a look of comfort, "nu te teme. Asta nu sa terminat," she rasped, the puffs of mist from her voice escaped and dissipated into the frigid air. (do not fear. This is not over.)

She would force a tone to believe her own lie, to give her daughters any bit of hope she could. Their sniffles and choked cries were breaking every last bit of herself she'd held together apart.

"Este... atât... de frig... mamă," Dani's teeth chattered, "Am... simt că... mă rup." (it is... s-so... cold, mama - I... feel like... I'm breaking.)

Had Alcina anymore tears to cry she would have shed them, but she was too weak to do much of anything at all.

Her voice was shallow and light, but she pushed through the numbing pain with all she had left, "nu vă temeți, dragii mei, suntem împreună... ajutorul va veni." (Do not be afraid, my darlings, we're together... help will come.)

The girls held tighter to each other as they looked upon their bloody, beaten mother. Their tears began to freeze on their pale cheeks as they fell, the terrible cold of the winter night holding back none of its malice.

Bela tried to clear her throat through the lump that lie there, "noi... te iubim, mamă." (we... lo-love you, Mother.)

Alcina winced, her tired eyes going wide, "nu face asta... Nu-ți lua rămas bun. Asta... nu s-a terminat... nu te lasa... asta NU s-a terminat." She choked, searching labored for breath. (don't you do that... Don't you say your goodbyes. This... is not over... don't you give in... this is NOT over.)

She burned inside. Burned with hatred and defiance. Wishing her body would join the fire still alive in her stomach. She didn't want it to end like this, her daughters deserved better! They deserved to live! She had worked and loved them too hard for this to be their end. Alcina would not believe it. She would refuse with her remaining might.

After several silent moments, Alcina slid her trembling arm along the ground as far as she could towards her girls, unsure if she could reach. They in turn moved slowly and gingerly, but they too reached for their mothers hand. Their fingertips barely overlapped but it was enough. It was enough.

A single tear rolled from Alcina's eye as she lay there on the painfully cold stone, forcing a smile on her bloodied lips, "sunteți comorile mele... Rațiunea mea... Cauza luptei mele... Sunteți cioplite în inima mea pentru tot restul timpului... Fiicele mele... Vă voi iubi în orice vârstă... Noi lupta pana la capat... Suntem Dimitrescu's! Te iubesc!" (you are my treasures... My reason... The cause of my fight... You are carved on my heart for the rest of time... My daughters... I will love you through every age... We fight until the end... We are Dimitrescu's! I love you!"

Their smiles warmed her soul in the bitterness that fought to break them.

The black sky and tiny diamond stars that shown through the silo's opening far, far above a pretty little scene as they waited.

The cold, silent night would hold them now to whatever end.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #donna beneviento #mother miranda #karl heisenberg #violence #blood #tw blood #tw violence

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falselyprofound · 1 month

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Got tagged by @geist19 in one of those "shuffle your playlist" thingos, so I decided to turn it into my art warmup for the day! All of the above were doodled during the duration of the song(s).

Playlist under the cut.

ODDLOOP by Frederic (4:22): Hat and Albin fleeing from the horrors in their own ways.

Hatchet Town from Nerdy Prudes Must Die (3:40): Bernard's students sure do love spreading rumors about him. His friend Alice doesn't take it well.

Donna's Theme from The Runaway Bride (3:14): Vinny engaging in a spot of arson.

A Sardine Grows from the Soil by (2:50): Daniel David Dalton, a retired supervillain, contemplates distant destruction on his way to his dayjob.

Raiko Taiko Disco from Taiko no Tatsujin (2:22): I have never played Touhou. there's a rabbit girl right

Goodbye Declaration by Chinozo (2:51): Sprocket doin' the thing, because he too is a professional shut-in. (Can you tell I was grinding for Taiko's 2nd Kyu while making this playlist yet)

Train Rush from A Hat In Time (4:57): Ingrid realises Haas really is just that good of a painter.

Saitama 2000 from Taiko no Tatsujin (1:54): "8-Ball" calls in late to work. (Again can you tell I was grinding for 2nd Kyu--)

A Million Gruesome Ways to Die from Billie Bust-Up (3:26): Dasha, a fear demon currently possessing a mattress store! ...She's a lot nicer than she looks, I promise.

Luminaire by FM Skyline (4:16): The roof of Video Nine is the only place Clarissa and Joseph can catch a break most days.

#doodles #my characters

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la-principessa-della-squadra · 2 years

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HCS-La Squadra's stands as Italian songs

Risotto

'La Ballata dell'amore cieco (o della vanità)'- De Andrè

La Ballata dell'amore cieco (o della vanità) translates to 'The Ballad Of Blind Love (or vanity).

The song tells the sad story of a man madly in love with a woman who does not reciprocate him.

The woman he desires, despite not reciprocating his feelings, decides to subject him to a series of love tests so that she can assess the nature of the affection he declares. (un uomo onesto, un uomo probo, si innamorò perdutamente di una che non lo amava niente)

The man ends up demonstrating his blind love for this woman by complying the many vile acts she requests as a 'love proof'.

His final act of love is committing suicide by cutting the 4 veins on his wrist (tagliati dei polsi le 4 vene).

Prosciutto

'Samarcanda' - Roberto Vecchioni

'Samarcanda' is inspired by an ancient Persian fable. The story begins after the end of an unspecified war.

The morning after a long night of celebration, a soldier notices a strange woman dressed in black (una nera signora) who is casting him a look filled with malice (mi guardava con malignità).

The woman described in the song is an allegory of Death, who has finally come to take the soldiers'life.

Terrified to meet the end of this fate, the soldier begs his king to give him a horse, so he can flee to the city of Samarcanda.

However, once the soldier reaches the city, Death is already there and immediately tells him she didn't cast him a look filled with malice but rather with surprise since the man's fate was already waiting for him in Samarcanda.

From the song lyrics it's easy to understand the moral of this fable: Death is inevitable and people who try to escape from it are brought even closer to their ultimate fate.

Pesci

'Il Pescatore' -Fabrizio De Andrè

'Il Pescatore' is known as one of the most popular De Andrè's songs. The song tells the story of an assassin who, after presumably breakout from a prison, is chased by two gendarmes.

In the midst of his escape, the assassin ends up on a beach, where he finds a fisherman "who had a wrinkle on his face, that looked kinda like a smile"(che aveva un solco lungo il viso, come una specie di sorriso).

Exhausted by hunger and thirst, he asks the fisherman for help who, without hesitation, offers him his own bread and wine.

De Andrè is telling us that the Fisherman feels compassionate towards the assassin and does not treat him like a criminal, but rather as a human being in need of help.

After eating and drinking, the man resumes his escape without looking back.

The gendarmes also arrive at the beach, asking the Fisherman if he had seen the murderer. At this point the song stops, repeating only that the Fisherman was there, with a who had a wrinkle on his face, that looked kinda like a smile."

Many interpretations suggest that the Fisherman is supposed to represent Jesus Christ or Saint Peter.

However, De Andrè is known for his anarchical ideas and for creating characters who often challenge the authorities. It is possible that the Fisherman was just sympathizing with the assassin.

Melone

'Pop Porno' - Il Genio

Controversial and Spicy, the song 'Pop Porno' is about a girl who complains about her partner who, around three o'clock in the morning, gets out of bed to watch X-rated movies broadcasted on TV.

She is hurt by his behavior, but in the melodic bridge that precedes the last refrain, the look of love that her man gives her makes the girl feel like a hot girl from those erotic movies (una donna un po'porno).

The whole refrain is based on a wordplay about the assonance between 'Pop Porno' and 'Po Porno', meaning 'A little bit porno'.

Ghiaccio

'Calma e Sangue Freddo'-Luca Dirisio

'Calma e Sangue Freddo' , literally 'calm and cold blood', describes a fairly common feeling that many people have experienced during their life: loneliness.

The protagonist of the song is a social misfit who's trying to find his own identity. During the song, he never asks for help, since in the past nobody answered to his call. (Busso e non risponde neanche un'anima).

He has nothing and He has no one. This situation led him to be perfectly aware of his loneliness and also to get used to it.

Sometimes this sense of invisibility in the eyes of society turns him into a hostile and unsociable person. However, the protagonist is not proud of the walls he erects through his harsh and aggressive behavior. (Mangio solo pane e cattiveria ormai E non è un buon motivo per esserne fiero).

Sometimes the protagonist also resorts to sheer violence in order to take justice in his own hands. (conscio di una brutta popolarità perchè a volte mi faccio giustizia da solo.).

Although the man knows he's going through life completely alone, he is convinced that the best way to survive this harsh fate requires to 'keep cool and stay collected' ( ci vuole calma e sangue freddo).

Formaggio

'Mangiafuoco' - Edoardo Bennato

'Mangiafuoco', literally 'fire-eater', is a reference to a fictional character and a secondary antagonist who appears in Claudio Collodi's book 'Le avventure di Pinocchio'.

In the original story, 'Mangiafuoco' is the theater director and puppet-master of the Great Marionette Theatre, portrayed as gruff and imposing, scary and vicious.

In this song, Bennato uses the character of Mangiafuoco as a metaphor to describe the malicious and manipulative nature of powerful leaders who pull the strings within society, and who see people from the poor class as their puppets. (Lui comanda e muove i fili).

Bennato warns listeners to be very careful not to let Mangiafuoco know that they do not have strings, because He's going to get them arrested or directly send them to the hospital. (ma se scopre che i fili non ce li hai, allora sono guai).

The absence of strings in some people can be interpreted as the need to not conform to social rules and to have their own independent thoughts.

Illuso

'Vanità di vanità'- Angelo Branduardi

The title 'Vanità di vanità' is a biblical reference to the Latin expression 'vanitas vanitatum'. The expression is often used to affirm the vanity of material goods and the foolishness of those who dedicate their life to obtain them.

This expression is a direct calque from the Latin sentence, despite having its origins in the Hebrew language. In Hebrew the word 'hebel' stands for nothingness, emptiness; the superlative form, therefore, could be translated as "absolute vanity" or even "perfect nothingness."

The lyrics tell an uncomfortable truth:" Se ora guardi allo specchio il tuo volto sereno, non immagini certo quel che un giorno sarà della tua vanità." (If you look in the mirror at your serene face, you can hardly imagine where your vanity will lead one day."

In other words, it is useless to spend time worrying about attaining and preserving wealth on earth, since death will come and all the efforts to pursue happiness through material objects will be in vain.

'Vanità di vanità' by Angelo Branduardi was also used in the soundtrack of the 1983 film `State buoni se potete' .

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