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quietwingsinthesky · 1 month

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Hiiiii! So, a few days ago you were talking about the whole thing with Amy, Rory, and River. And when I saw those posts a thought arose in my head and I wish to share it with you.

Since River grew up with Amy and Rory as Mels. And Mels was Amy's best friend do you think that they ever talked about children? Since I know that it can come up when talking with friends, and like... do you think that Amy might've ever expressed whether or not she wanted children?

And if she didn't, that Mels would've had to listen to her mother say that she doesn't want children? The idea is so heartbreaking and sooo interesting.

What do you think about it?

no, no, see, you're so right and this drives me wild.

because, the way i see it, i don't think amy wanted children. she's somewhere on the 'hasn't thought about it' to 'vaguely negative feelings about it happening' range to me, which falls sharply into 'Not Happening Ever Again' post-s6. (specifically, in terms of having a kid herself, even if she could, i really don't think she would. i do love that she and rory end up adopting a kid later, because that does make sense, for amy pond who grew up alone in one universe with her family swallowed by cracks in time before the doctor helped her set it right again, for her to want to make sure another child won't be alone in the world like she was. getting off-track here.)

and that's so. because the first real memory river/mels has of amy is of amy shooting at her. and depending on how well the silence fucked up the rest of her memory, it might be one of the very first memories she has at all. that's how she met her mother, crying for help and getting a bullet instead. her mother tried to kill her, so of course, you have to think. she must have needed to hear that she was wanted, right? even if she was taken away, even if amy shot her, at some point, melody must have been wanted?

river is good at getting people to do what she wants, but she is very, very bad at subtlety. and mels is younger, has less practice, so when she wants to know this, she's just going to ask. blunt and quick, easy enough because amy's used to the way mels will open her mouth and you just have to be ready to roll with what comes out if you want to keep up. it's why they're such good friends (like mother, like daughter.)

they're nine, and mels asks if amy wants kids, and amy wrinkles up her nose and says she won't have time for children, obviously, once her raggedy doctor finally comes back. they're fifteen, and amy and rory dance will they-won't they in a way that makes mels twitchy to watch, and taunting amy about wanting to have rory's babies is a good way to get on her nerves. but amy calls her gross, tells her she's got more life planned than children would leave room for, and besides, imagine her, a mom? it'd be a disaster.

mels does. a lot. she looks at her mother and just sees her best friend instead. she's not even sure what she wishes was there, but. maybe amy's right. and besides. imagine her, a daughter, instead of the ticking time bomb she really is? it'd be a disaster.

they're sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, and on. mels stands on the outside of a love story that births a universe. and her. how do you compete with that? not that she would know, not yet, she hasn't been there. but it doesn't make her feel any less alienated when amy and rory talk in whispers about a half-remembered world that's bled through to this life, about roman soldiers and boxes and the big bang of belief.

all these memories, they never mention children. on amy's wedding day, she's different, not like someone remembering a dream but someone who lived it. rory stands straighter, won't leave her side, and they're both so much older than they were yesterday. maybe now, right? a wedding's as good a time as any to decide you want kids.

mels not being at amy & rory's wedding is such an obvious lazy way of them trying to explain why they totally didn't just throw this plot twist together at the last minute that i'm not even going to acknowledge it. of course she was at their wedding. she's their best friend. there's too many people around the doctor, and she wasn't ready today of all days, so despite this horrible burning need under her skin to strike, she stays her hand. doesn't let him dance with her because she might just tear his throat out if he gets too close. stays with amy and rory as the maid of honor should. she must have been there for the awkward questions that always gets asked, 'so, any plans for a baby?' 'when am i getting grandkids?' 'oh, you two are going to have gorgeous children together.' standing a few feet from amy in her wedding dress and watching her mother tense and grit her teeth and brush off the questions. watching her look nervously at rory but never ask if he means it when his mom asks him if he'd prefer a son or a daughter, and rory answers 'either one, some day, not anytime soon.'

god i'm just going on and on, aren't i. but really, what's it like to know that amy never changed her mind. the next time she sees them, she's already been born and stolen. i don't like let's kill hitler for. so many reasons. but there is something compelling about how recklessly river lashes out at the world, at the doctor. even her sacrifice at the end is almost suicidal, throwing all her regenerations into this man without knowing if that will even work or if it might kill her to do it. but it makes more sense in the context of someone who has reached the end of a long, long wait for some kind of indication, any kind, that her mother wanted to have her. and finally been told, no. she didn't choose melody.

#like. to be clear also: i don't think the fact that amy didn't want kids and really didn't have a choice in giving birth to river #means that she wouldn't love river. i think it would make their relationship Complicated but i do think amy loves her. so much.#that's her daughter but it's also her best friend.#but like. god. to spend your whole childhood hoping you'll hear about some little glimmer of yourself.#a dream. a passing mention. a debate on baby names. anything. and to hear nothing.#and river is. like. she is really really bad at relationships right? we know this.#the person she's closest to is the doctor and she spends most of her life believing *he doesn't even love her*.#we're talking about someone whose base assumption about everyone is that they will try to hurt her at some point so she should always keep #one hand armed.#and her mother. didn't choose to have her. didn't have that choice. that has to fuck her up a little.#(and also serve as proof that river is. so so bad at knowing when she is loved. because maybe amy didn't choose to have her but she named #melody pond after mels her best friend. she has been choosing river every day for the past however many years since mels decided to come #here and be near her mom and dad even if only as kids. but river still can't see it.#and. given the nature of how the ponds disappear from her life. and we never get any closure about them and river.#you have to wonder if she ever did. river song do you know your mother loves you?#having the melody-as-river reveal be so close to the end of the season and then getting rid of amy & rory before they can actually do #anything with the three of them as a messed up little family unit is the show's biggest crime. because i don't know! i don't know if river #knew her parents loved her! i don't know if she *ever* came to terms with how she was born and how they didn't need to choose her then to #choose her now! i don't know if river ever really felt comfortable thinking of them as her parents rather than her friends?#according to the transcripts. river calls amy 'mother' twice. (and 'mummy' once jokingly.) she calls rory 'father' once. and 'dad' in angel #in manhattan. and it just. it drives insane right? it's almost weirdly formal. like the words aren't right but she knows she should say the #and. and. i don't think i'm ever going to get over river song.#i think that's the takeaway here.#ask #doctor who #river song #amy pond #rory williams

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utenthy · 7 months

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it’s sad how the conclusion of amy and eleven’s shared arc is that fairy tales aren’t real and god and magic are children’s fantasies that have to be abandoned to ascend to adulthood. like you would think because the doctor is literally a magical god it would be encouraging of wonder but the doctor begs amy to be worth believing in and she begs him to be worth believing in and the conclusion of that is that the doctor as her god is so deeply flawed that the conclusion is god is dead/god is no better than a human/give up on god as a savior… amelia pond becomes amy williams the doctor goes back to being all alone he’s grown up he’s a skeptic and the magic is all gone. because he had to give up on HIS god too. if a little girl cannot keep magic and has to be destroyed by touching something vast and beautiful as god then what the fuck is the point of being a god and bothering to try to help anybody

#doctor who #too good

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companion-showdown · 4 months

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Showdown 2k24 Nominations!

alright, redoing this post now that I can give a concrete start date of Monday the 15th of January!

Nominations for the tournament are open up until the start date, and you can submit anyone who could reasonable be considered a companion, either by sending me an ask or by filling out

this form.

If you make your nomination via the form you can also submit some propaganda to go alongside the poll. Anyone who was considered a regular at any point in the last year will automatically be included, as well as anyone who was in the original tournament (+/- a couple I might miss or misremember as being a regular because I don't have old lists anywhere). The exception to this is last years winner, Rose Tyler, she will not be getting a place in the main tournament, however after the final I will run a poll to see if our new winner can beat her. (oh and also maybe I'll leave the TARDIS out but not fully decided yet)

The tournament is going to be run in the same way I did @adventure-showdown, meaning I'll keep companions from different periods of the show and different mediums segregated at first so the nicher ones don't immediately get knocked out, and slowly get mingled together. The exact details are going to depend on just how may characters get included.

Errm yeah, so go wild, nominate whoever you like (as long as they are a companion). If they are from teh TV show they have to be on this list to qualify, and for EU companions I'm going with them needing a TARDIS wiki page, and also I will give them a quick proof read to make sure they pass, the bar is low but it is there

if you want to submit an alternate version of the character sorry but main version only unless you can give a really good reason, eg regenerations of a time lord

also, if they are primarily from another franchise that'll be a no

The full list of contestents is under the cut and will be updated as nominations come in. Its sorted by medium and then to be alphabetical by first name. if an eu companion exists in multiple mediums i just sort of picked one or I put them under the other category, people who exist in real life are also sorted into their own category. There are some characters under Classic Who/NuWho who were not companions on TV but were in the EU. Companions who's names are in green have had propaganda submitted for them, if they're not in green then they don't, and just because someone has propaganda doesn't mean i wont accept more

Classic Who

Ace McShane

Adric

Barbara Wright

Ben Jackson

The Brigadier

Chang Lee

Dodo Chaplet

Grace Holloway

Harry Sullivan

Ian Chesterton

Jamie McCrimmon

Jo Grant

Kamelion

Katarina

Leela

Liz Shaw

Mags

Mel Bush

Mike Yates

Nyssa

Peri Brown

Polly Wright

Romana I

Romana II

Sabalom Glitz

Sara Kingdom

Sarah-Jane Smith

Sergeant Benton

Steven Taylor

Susan Foreman

Tegan Jovanka

Turlough

Vicki Pallister

Victoria Waterfield

Zoe Heriot

NuWho

Adam Mitchell

Amy Pond

Bill Potts

Canton Everett Delaware III

Clara Oswald

Dan Lewis

Donna Noble

Graham O'Brien

Grant Gordon aka the Ghost

Handles

Inston-Vee Vindor

Jack Harkness

Karvanista

Kate Stewart

Martha Jones

Mickey Smith

Missy

Nardole

River Song

Rory Williams

Rose Noble

Ruby Sunday

Ryan Sinclair

Wilfred Mott

Yasmin Khan

Audio

Alex Campbell

Anya Kingdom

Bliss

C'rizz

Cass Fermazzi

Charley Pollard

Cousin Eliza: Christine Summerfield: Horus

Dalek Test Subject 2

Erimem

Evelyn Smythe

Helen Sinclair

Hex Schofield

Iris Wildthyme

Liv Chenka

Lucie Miller

Mark Seven

Molly O'Sullivan

Narvin

Oliver Harper

Sheena (The Starship of Theseus)

Tania Bell

Novels

Anji Kapoor

Anna (Good Companions)

Badger

Barusa

Bernice Summerfield

Business woman (Time on a Vine)

Catherine “Cat” Broome

Chris Cwej - have propaganda but in conjunction with another contestant

Cinder

Claudia Marwood

Compassion

Dorothy (The Wonderful Doctor of Oz)

Fitz Kreiner

Guinevere Winchester

Hector (All Flesh is Grass)

Homunculette

Ikalla

Irving Braxiatel

Jack McSpringheel

Larna

Marie (Alien Bodies)

Milena

Patience

Penelope Gate

Peter Summerfield

Rosie Taylor

Roz Forrester - have propaganda but in conjunction with another contestant

Ruth Leonidas

Sam Jones

Serena

Sibling Different aka Mae

The Mortimer Family (Ida, Alan, Helen, George)

Trix MacMillan

V.M.McCrimmion

Wolsey the Cat

Zeleekhà

Comics

Abslom Daak, Dalek Killer

Angus ‘Gus’ Goodman

ARC

Chantir

Child Master (The Then and the Now)

Cindy Wu

Dave Lester

Destrii

Duh

Flanx

Fey Truscott-Sade

Frobisher

Gabby Gonzalez

Gillian & John Who

Grayla

Hattie Munroe

Izzy Sinclair

Jayne Kadett

John Jones

Josie Day

Kroton

Ly Chee the Wise

Majenta Pryce

Maxwell Edison

Olla

Rose-the-cat

Shayde

Ssard

The Squire

Weeping Angel (Origins)

Real Life

Alan Turing

Claudia Winkleman

John Lennon

Jules Verne

Mary Shelley

Peter Cushing

Other

Alison Cheney

Andy Davidson

Antimony (Death Comes to Time)

Brian the Ood

Dormouse (The Red and the Blue)

Emma (curse of fatal death)

Koschie

Romana (Battle for the Universe)

Splinx

Susan Who

Tom Campbell

#doctor who #showdown 2k24

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childlikegoblinqueen · 5 months

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Huntlow Week Day 3: Prompt Nerds/Nature.

Willow liked Cosmic Frontier enough. At least that's what she'd told Hunter. She'd sat through all the movies and the TV series with Gus and Hunter.

She'd been happy enough to get him a bootleg version of the Cosmic Frontier Holiday Special that the creator had wanted buried forever as a gift for Bleeding Hearts Day.

But when it was announced that there would be a convention in the middle of Bonesborough that celebrated Human Realm pop-culture, Hunter was surprised when Willow suggested the two wear a "couple's costume."

"It shouldn't be a surprise, man!" Gus chuckled. "You two have been joined at the pinkies since that time at the Archives! You can go as O'Bailey and Willow can go as Hanako."

Hunter had considered it. But when it came right to it he wasn't sure it was right. After all, Willow liked Cosmic Frontier enough, but not as much as he did.

"Here's the thing." Hunter told Willow. "I wanna go with you! I wanna do the ... you know... couple's costume and stuff? B-but I know I like Cosmic Frontier more than you do?"

"Hmmmmmm. Astute as always, O'Bailey" Willow tapped Hunter's temple playfully. "So here we have a bit of a dilemma. We are both nerds. But what we need to find is that sweet spot where our nerdoms meet in that perfect intersection that the costume would work for both of us."

"Understood." Hunter nodded tersely. He pulled out a notebook and a pen. "Okay. I was thinking we could be Leia Organa and Han Solo..."

On the notebook, Hunter scratched out the words "Leia and Han."

"Oh! That's a good one." Willow cooed. "But one problem. Which one of us is Leia and which one is Han."

"That's a tough one." Hunter mused. "I mean, we're both badasses. And they're both badasses. And we could both rock those costumes."

"True." Willow nodded. "Our dual badassets transcend gender norms."

"But if we're gonna do a Star Wars costume, I kinda wana have a lightsaber, and Leia and Han don't use one in the Original Trilogy... and I don't wanna get into an argument with Jerbo about EU and Legends canon again, so maybe we should hold off on that." Hunter let out a grunt.

"Fair." Willow nodded. "We don't need you and Jerbo to go down that road again."

"We could do Chat Noir and ... you know..." Hunter offered.

"Even though she's not an actual Ladybug, I don't think I've got it in me." Willow bit her lip. "Sorry."

Hunter wrote down "Lady Bug and Chat Noir" and then promptly crossed it out.

"How about Rory Williams and Amy Pond?" Willow smiled. She extended a gentle finger to his nose and gave him a soft boop.

Hunter laughed, just a bit -- then his eyes grew real serious. Too serious. Silly serious. Running his fingers through his hair Hunter gave wink and something that Willow called "Duck Lips".

"You dork!" Willow snorted. "What are you doing!"

"I'm imagining the costume." Hunter raised his chin with confidence and gave double finger guns. "Yeah. I could totally rock a Roman Centurion look"

"Yeah you could." Willow giggled. She returned his wink and his finger guns, and flexed her bicep which made Hunter's smirk falter slightly. "But you know," Willow said hotly, "I'd be the one waiting for centuries to protect you."

With a moment Hunter's mask of confidence slipped. He felt his eyes grow soft. His ears heated up and he couldn't help but reach out to cup Willow's round face as if she was made of the very porcelain of a teacup. "I would protect you too." He murmured. "We could protect each other."

"Oooooohhhhhh." Willow gasped.

"Speechless, captain?" Hunter's smirk was back. "Because you know I would."

Willow released a breath. Fanning herself dramatically she took Hunter's arm and dropped a kiss right in the middle of his wrist. Right on that awful sigil -- and for a moment it almost felt as if his former life had dissolved under the soft brush of her lips.

"Who's speechless now?" Willow lilted.

In spite of the heat in his stomach, Hunter felt a bit of ice track down his spine. "Maaaaaaaybe we're not ready for those costumes just yet!" He laughed. "B-but we can put it on a list for a future con?"

Willow nodded slowly. "Sound's perfect." She agreed.

"So, we know what we're not gonna do." Hunter mused, "But we still need a costume. We all know Luz and Amity are -"

"Gonna be Azura and Hecate." Willow agreed.

"Classic." Hunter nodded. "But what's classic us?"

They looked at their hands. Fingers intertwined like lace. Like a tiny flame between them. And then? A small smile played upon Hunter's lips.

"Do you trust me?" He asked gently.

"Pfft. Yeah." Willow nodded. "With my everything, guy!"

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Willow slipped into the long sea green dress. The sleeves were perfectly puffed at the top. Her neck fastened with smart buttons. Her boots tapped on the ground as she slipped out from behind the changing screen. Placing the round woven hat with a red ribbon on her head she strode out to meet her match.

And Hunter? He looked nothing less than pure magic. Leaning against Willow's dresser in long black slacks, a white gauze shirt and a pink and blue checkered cloak with a red lining. He wore a concealment stone on a rope on his neck that made his hair appear just a bit longer.

And when he rose to meet his witch? Hunter greeted her appropriately. He said, "There you are, sweetheart, sorry I'm late. I was looking everywhere for you."

#toh fanfic #the owl house #hunter noceda #willow park #huntlow #willow x hunter #a03 fanfic #toh hunter #huntlow week #huntlow week 2023 #the owl house hunter #hunter x willow #willow toh

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saelterlude · 1 year

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I really want Doctor Who to bring back companions’ title/aliases. Especially since Doctor Who is a long running show with a rolling cast. They just make the companions and their story arcs a lot more memorable and distinguishable.

For example,

When someone says Rose Tyler, I think oh “Bad Wolf” the ordinary girl who loves the Doctor so much that she stared into the TARDIS and spread her warning across time. The name showed her stubbornness to be with the Doctor, even when he has send her away and she’s stuck in an alternate dimension.

Jack Harkness technically doesn’t have a title but something feels wrong when you just say his name because he’s “Captain Jack Harkness”. Which really exemplifies his charisma and self confidence. Emphasizing his name using ‘Captain’ also shows how he’s more knowledgeable on time travel and aliens than most companions the Doctor have.

Martha Jones, “The Woman Who Walked The Earth” literally describes what she did. She walked the Earth and spread word of the Doctor to save the world. When you hear that title you know that she’s brave and she’s strong, THIS is what she’s capable of doing.

Donna Noble can be “The Most Important Woman in The Whole of Creation” or “Best Temp in Chiswick” but she’s also, as the fandom seems to agree, “The Doctor’s Best Friend”. Personally I always remember the last one because the Doctor and Donna duo are so iconic and fun, but that’s more in relation to the Doctor instead of on her own. I’m not a big fan of the first one because it’s a bit too mouthy. The second one describes Donna best as an individual as it’s both put emphasis on how great she is with best ‘best’ followed by how she see’s herself as nothing special as a “temp in Chiswick”.

Special mention to Wilfred Mott who doesn’t actually have a title but we all know he’s “The Doctor’s Dad”. He’s caring and he took care of the Doctor when he’s vulnerable. I love Wilf. We all love Wilf.

Amy Pond is “The Girl Who Waited”. It tells us of her faith to the Doctor, that she would wait for him for 12 years, followed by another 2 years. It tells us the damage those 12 years of waiting did to her, unlike Donna and Martha she’s “The Girl” who has yet to grow up. It also tells us how the Doctor sees her as a girl, someone he’s responsible for, and her future character arc of eventually growing out of this adventure with the Doctor.

Rory Williams, “The Last/Lone Centurion” is someone who spend 2000 years guarding a box out of love and dedication. Literally the reason my brother told me he isn’t worried about whoever I date since watching Rory means I have high standards of men. Rory is also known as “The Boy Who Waited”, a title which I really like since it ties in nicely with Amy’s.

Amy and Rory is also known as “The Ponds”, which other than being “the girl/boy who waited” really establish that these two are a unit. That they are meant to be together and that their story arc is about that. Yes, Amy can’t resist the adventure and Rory will always follow Amy, but Amy will also always choose Rory time and time again until the very end, even if it means the end of the adventure.

River Song is both “The Woman Who Killed The Doctor” and “The Woman Who Marries The Doctor”, both of them together sums up her (linear) story arc. Being someone raised out of fear of the Doctor to loving him and sacrificing her life for the Doctor. The two titles defies one another but are both her, which kind of shows how unpredictable she is, to us viewers and the Doctor.

And last we have Clara Oswin Oswald’s “The Impossible Girl”. Clara’s first story arc is literally “she keeps showing up and dying and she’s the same person but she’s not immortal or a time traveler (yet) so how is she here?”. The title drives home the mystery of Clara Oswald before its resolved and, like Bad Wolf, reminds us of what she’s willing to do for the Doctor, setting up her next arc.

Believe it or not, I know of “Bad Wolf” before I watched series 1 and 2 and I also know “The Ponds” before I watched series 5. (Series 4 being the first one I watched, followed by 3, 1, 2, 5, and mostly linearly since). I already knew that Rose was going to do something extreme for the Doctor since the first episode and I knew Rory and Amy’s relationship is going to be important before I even knew their names. And those things stick with me. It leaves a lasting impression that makes me want to rewatch those series because they’re them.

I simply cant say the same for Bill Potts, Nardole, and The Fam. Bill is a student, but I don’t remember how that plays in the overall story. Nardole is a funny alien servant, cool. The Fam is well friends of the Doctor I guess, but I don’t remember what makes them special or different from every other companion the Doctor ever have.

Hell even the “Paternoster Gang” is more memorable than “The Fam”. The lizard warrior lady, her human maid/wife, and a baked potato nurse solve crime, inspire Sherlock Holmes, and kick ass in Victorian London. And they didn’t show up much.

See this is why Doctor Who needs to bring back the companion titles. I know some hated how it make it seem like every companion have to be someone important to the world and/or the Doctor’s life but it adds so much to each character that they should do it anyway. Besides, Captain Jack Harkness, The Ponds, and The Paternoster Gang have titles that aren’t important to the world so clearly they can do it.

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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Teatime

Doctor Who : Drabble

Rory Williams x Reader

Word Count: 714

Warnings: just Rory being the supportive friend that he is ✨

Request: “if you'd want to write it, id love a platonic rory x reader fic, i loved the dance scene between rory and the reader (in the dying girl fic, if i remember it right), it was really sweet and now its making me crave platonic fics of him! the reader can also be dating eleven but it doesn't matter, I just need some fluff comfort with rory!” Anon

A/N: Nights with Rory usually include a cup of tea and a healthy rant about the oblivious Doctor

Rory peeked his head around the entryway to see the living room. The back of (Y/N)’s head could be seen sitting on the couch, staring at the blank television screen.

He popped back into the kitchen to pour some tea, “I’ve got some biscuits if you want some.” He didn’t expect her to reply, “I’ve pulled out my mother’s teacups just for your visit. She was always so particular about who carried her teacups – only the finest for the finest.”

He came back into the living room, handing over a cup and saucer. He nudged her knees, feet curled up beneath her, and sat himself down. She let her legs fall across his lap and took the tea graciously, “Thank you.”

Rory waited until she took a sip, “So… this business with the Doctor.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “He’s so ridiculous sometimes.”

“It’s times like this when we must remember that he’s an alien. A thousand year old alien.”

“You would think all that time would make him less of an idiot.”

“I think all that time just lets him slip closer to insanity.”

(Y/N) laughed, setting the cup down, “I don’t understand him most of the time. He’s stubborn and childish and scatterbrained and completely wonderful.” She put a few fingers to her temple, “And if I hadn’t completely fallen for him then maybe I could move on with my life.”

Rory grabbed her leg across his lap, “It is very cliché of you.”

She gave him a look, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, just every girl falling for the mysterious, handsome adventurer that’s not quite like all the other guys. He’s different and brooding and broken in a way. It’s very cliché of you to fall for that.”

(Y/N) smacked his arm, “You don’t have to be so mean about it.” But she gave him a smile, “I should find someone more like you then.”

“Naturally,” he puffed out his chest, “I’m dependable and simple and completely willing to settle down and be in love.”

She nodded to herself, “Amy is very lucky indeed.”

He gave her a long look, watching how she stared at her knees and tangled her fingers together. It wasn’t unusual for the Doctor to dump his friends in one location, forgetting that (Y/N) had her own apartment outside of the Ponds’. She normally stayed the night where they spent the evening watching movies or checking on the garden or cooking a splendid dinner.

There was more often than not the conversation of how (Y/N) was smitten with the Doctor, and though the Time Lord shared some romantic notions with her, he never made a move past kissing her forehead or grasping her hand in a moment of danger.

It made for some lowly nights where Rory, the loyal best friend, attempted to patch everything up. “There’s got to be a time when you’ll tell him. I mean, tell him plainly.”

“He is rather clueless.”

“When it comes to love, yes. I think he tries to avoid it because he knows how much it hurts to lose someone you love. After so many centuries dealing with that pain, I’m not surprised he avoids saying he cares.”

“Do you think he does?”

Rory smiled softly, squeezing her leg, “Do I think he cares about you? I think he cares immensely. And it terrifies him.”

She sat a little straighter, “Really?”

“He just won’t allow himself to feel it fully. If he tells you then it’ll be too real, especially if he ends up losing you.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” she frowned, flicking his arm.

Rory winced but laughed, “And you’re avoiding the obvious. You have no idea how many times Amy and I have tried talking to him about it. The way he stares at you like a sick puppy. The way he can’t ever say no to you no matter how much it frustrates him. The way he tries to have you play husband and wife whenever we’re undercover…”

“I have noticed a pattern there,” she laughed. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Rory said, “And maybe if I could crack that thick skull of his, maybe he’d see I’m right too.”

She smiled, “You did always know how to cheer me up.”

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i-am-totally-a-human-being · 2 years

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Anniversary

11th Doctor x (fem)reader

Part One: The Girls Who Waited

(This part is somewhat a rewrite of The Eleventh Hour)

Don’t let the fluffy title fool you, this isn’t just gonna be a fluffy one shot. This is a multi part story that I randomly got the idea for!

Characters: 11th Doctor, mentions of 10 and Rose, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, and you! There are side characters but you guys are what’s important

Warnings: near death experience not really in this part but in future parts, cursing maybe in the future? Idk if I think of warning I’ll add them. Also there might be typos even though I proofread this

Paring: 11th Doctor x reader, Amy x Rory, Amy x reader(platonic)

Part two when it’s posted —> [Part Two]

Enjoy!

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You had been traveling with the Doctor for 2 years. Well, 1 year and 360 days, to be exact. Your run-away-iversary, as you called it, was coming up soon and the Doctor had been taking you to amazing planets to meet the nicest people in the universe as a week long present. Honestly, with how he was treating you these past two days when the week started, you’d think you two were dating from an outside view. Of course you weren’t, the Doctor wasn’t one for dating humans.

Not that you didn’t want to date him. You very much did. You were in love with him the moment you met him, but you only admitted it to yourself 360 days ago. It was your one year run-away-iversary with him, he had dropped Amy and Rory off at home and taken you to a planet consisting entirely of fancy space cuisine, the people who lived there specialized in it. He insisted he was doing it because you had brought up the anniversary (which, to be fair, you did but it was mostly as a joke) but you both knew he was just as excited to celebrate, if not more excited, than you were.

It was when he spat the champagne the waiter gave him back into his cup and started complaining about the taste that you declared your love for him in your head for only you to hear. To this day you still didn’t know why that was the moment that solidified it for you, but it was.

However, you knew you needed to keep your mouth shut. The Doctor had opened up to you previously about past humans he had fallen in love with, and what happened to them. How he never got to truly express to the ever famous Rose Tyler what his true feelings were, and never would get that chance to. You could practically see it in his eyes as he was telling you that he was thinking “never again. I will never fall for a human ever again.” And you loved your Doctor too much to put him through conflict like that.

Not that you thought you had a chance, you definitely thought he was out of your league, but on the off chance he did have the same feelings as you, you didn’t want to tell him and make him decide if he wanted to lose someone again. You were human after all, you had come to terms very quickly that he would most definitely outlive you.

So you kept your mouth shut, and admired him from afar. Amy caught you more than a couple times staring at the Doctor as he explained something you couldn’t and wouldn’t care to fully understand, simply admiring the way his hands flailed about or how his coat swished every time he turned while pacing. She would always make fun of you for it when you were alone, but you knew it was all in good fun. Besides, she knew about your massive crush on the TimeLord. She was the entire reason you were traveling with him in the first place.

-15 years, 360 days ago, Amy’s childhood home-

“I’m telling you, Y/N, it’s not just a crack!”

“And I’m telling you that it is!” You and your somewhat new friend playfully bickered in her bedroom while you tried to fall asleep.

You met Amelia when she moved to Leadworth a few months back, and so far were one of her only friends despite being one year older than her. This other girl Melody, who went by Mel, also seemed to like her, but they hadn’t hung out as much as you and Amelia had.

“You sound just like my aunt,” Amelia pouted, “it’s not just a crack, Y/N. You can hear voices from it.”

“I know, voices telling you that some prisoner zero has escaped,” you sighed, “but how can there be a prison that lost a prisoner inside your wall?”

“I don't know. Who do I even ask for help?”

“Well it’s saying a prisoner escaped, so maybe a policeman?” As if on cue, you and Amelia jumped as you heard a crash outside. You looked at each other for a moment before running to the window and seeing a tipped over blue police box, smoking from the inside and on top of what used to be a shed. You both looked at each other again, nodded, and ran downstairs to grab your shoes and flashlights.

Once you were outside, things happened extremely quickly. A man climbed out, soaking wet (apparently he was in the swimming pool… or the library?), asking for an apple before running into a tree. You and Amelia helped him inside, you handing him a towel to dry his hair while she grabbed an apple for him.

He didn’t like the apple, spat it out in fact, and asked for yogurt. Then he spat that out too and asked Amelia to fry something since she was Scottish (he also kept saying things that made it sound like he was just reborn, like having a new mouth or his steering being off). After bacon was a bust, Amelia and you tried baked beans, or bread on butter, but that only ended with a gross mess in the sink and a broken plate in Amelia’s yard. Eventually the man took matters into his own hands, and now sat across from you two, dipping fish fingers into a bowl of custard while you and Amelia ate some vanilla ice cream straight from the tub.

You held back a laugh as the man took a big gulp of the custard, bringing it down to reveal his upper lip was now coated in the thick and yellow liquid. To be honest, it actually grossed you out a bit thinking about how that food combination tasted, but you tried not to think about it too hard.

“You’re funny.” Amelia spoke up to break the silence, you nodding in agreement.

“Am I,” he asked, swallowing the food in his mouth, “good. Funny’s good. What’s your name?”

“Amelia Pond.”

“And you?” He looked at you, making you tense up. You had almost forgotten you were visible.

“Uh, Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Oh those are brilliant names,” he smiled as he took another bite, “Amelia Pond and Y/N L/N. Like names from a fairytale. Are we in Scotland, Amelia and Y/N?”

“No,” Amelia sighed, “had to move to England. It’s rubbish!” You rolled your eyes, nudging her lightly. You knew England wasn’t her favorite place but you thought she was starting to warm up with you by her side.

“Hmm, what about your guys mom and dad? Are they upstairs? Thought we would have woken them by now.”

“My mum and dad are at my house, I’m just sleeping over.”

“And I don’t have a mum and dad… just an aunt.”

“Hm,” he smiled at her, “I don’t even have an aunt.”

“You’re lucky.” Amelia and you said at the same time, making him laugh.

“I know,” he took another bite, “so where’s she?”

“Out.”

“Out? Has she left you all alone?”

“She said it was ok since I’m a year older and more responsible,” You answered this time, making him look at you, “I think it’s rubbish, but it’s not like we’re scared.”

“Of course you're not, you two aren’t scared of anything! Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard,” he took another bite, almost as if to prove a point, “and look at you! Just sitting there! So you know what I think?”

“….what?”

“Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall.”

Once again, everything moved all too quickly. The man, who was called The Doctor, called the crack something along the lines of two things in time that shouldn’t have touched. He opened the crack with a tiny tool he called a sonic screwdriver, and you actually heard what Amelia had told you about. Something saying “Prisoner zero has escaped,” and the Doctor thought that said prisoner must have come through the crack and was hiding somewhere in the house. As terrifying of a thought as that was, being near the man who you hoped knew what he was doing did put your mind at ease.

However, as quickly as he arrived, he had to leave. Something about the police box, which was apparently a spaceship, recalibrating and trying to take off. You and Amelia asked if you could come, but he said it was too dangerous. He promised to come back, though, and you truly and honestly believed him. Enough so that, after his ship magically disappeared, you both ran upstairs and packed a bag before going back into the yard and waiting for his return.

Twelve years later, you worked the last few hours of your shift at a diner downtown. It was a small community, and it seemed like every other customer was bringing up yours and Amelia’s (who now went by just Amy) imaginary friend, The Raggedy Doctor. Of course, you and Amy knew it wasn’t imaginary.

You two were forever known as the girls who wouldn’t let go of their childhoods, refusing to admit that the funny man from space was a figment of your imagination. Eventually you and Amy just stopped trying to convince people it was real, because you both had accepted that no one would believe you. Hell, Rory didn’t even believe you two, and he listened to everything Amy said. She always told you and Rory that he’d come back one day and, while you always agreed with her, there was a part of you that was afraid your Raggedy Doctor had forgotten you two and you’d be left behind.

Right after dropping off a booth's food, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You weren’t supposed to look at it while you were working, but you had been working an extra long shift and felt you deserved a small break. You slipped into the staff bathroom and locked the door, pulling out your phone and opening it.

From: Amy

Emergency!! Call me right now!!

You rolled your eyes, this was probably something stupid involving Rory that she wanted you to settle. You pressed call and put the phone to your ear, the other like ringing for less than a second before she picked up.

“Y/N, you're not gonna believe this.”

“What is it now? You know I’m at work, i can't just take calls-“

“The Doctor is literally in my hallway, cuffed to my radiator.”

“….” You were stunned into silence. This had to be a joke, a stupid prank.

“Y/N he came back,” Amy took your silence as a sign to keep talking, “he just ran in yelling something about Prisoner Zero while I was getting ready to go to a party and I just whacked him with a cricket bat! I’m dressed as a police woman right now so I think I’ll interrogate him when he wakes up.”

“…is it really him?” You whispered, those four words being the only things you could even think of. He actually came back? Sure he was twelve years late but hey, better late than never right?

“I don't know,” Amy sighed, “he doesn’t look even five minutes older than he was twelve years ago. I’m not sure what to think.”

“Well if it is really him you whacked him and cuffed him for no reason,” you finally came to your senses, scolding her, “I can't leave work early so just keep him there for now and make sure he doesn’t have a concussion! I’ll be there after my shift ends in two hours.” You hung up before she could reply, quickly leaving the bathroom to finish your shift.

The next two hours went by painstakingly slow. Especially the last thirty minutes, when the tv in the diner started displaying what looked like an eyeball and saying “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated“ over and over, the radio saying the same. You tried calling Amy to ask if she was having the same problem, but your phone would repeat the same phrase over and over whenever you pressed call.

When your shift was finally over, you threw your apron on the hook, grabbed your bag, and booked it towards Amy’s house. You were running across a small grass field when the light shifted, making you pause and turn to see the sun changing shape and color. Everyone around you was taking pictures of it, but you couldn't have cared less about it. You had much more important things to do.

You caught sight of a man running across the field as well, grabbing a phone out of a nurses hand and looking at it. You immediately recognized the nurse as Rory, and started running over to ask him if he had heard from Amy at all, only to stop when you looked at the man who had taken the phone, and Amy now running over as well.

“The suns going out,” hearing the man’s voice only confirmed it for you, which made you start running to him, “and you’re taking a picture of a man and his dog. Why?” Amy met up with you as The Doctor shoved the phone back into Rory’s hand.

“I- Uh, because he’s-“

“In the hospital, in a coma.” The Doctor spoke at the same time as him. You looked him up and down as Amy walked over to introduce Rory to him. He was exactly the same as he was twelve years ago, Amy wasn’t wrong. Same torn up shirt, same slightly too long dress pants, same hair, same everything. This was The Doctor, no doubt. He came back. You teared up, covering your mouth as you tried to hold back the rivers threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Doctor, this is Rory,” Amy introduced, “he’s my… friend.”

“Boyfriend.”

“Friend.”

“Excellent,” he froze, looking over at you, “why is that woman looking at me and crying?”

“Doctor,” you muttered, stepping closer and pulling your hands away from your face to reach for him, “y-you finally came back….”

“….Y/N?” He hesitantly asked, now looking you up and down. Unlike him, you had changed drastically. Your hair was a different color, not like Amy’s that had stayed a fiery red all these years. Obviously you were taller, and right now you were wearing a 1950s style diner waitress dress.

“I can't believe you actually came back,” you laughed, jumping forward and hugging him as tight as you could, “I thought you forgot about us!”

“Oh of course I didn’t,” he hugged back immediately, rubbing your back quickly, “I just got the timing off. It’s only been a few minutes for me but years for you…”

“Well clearly,” you laughed, pulling away and holding onto his shoulders, “your clothes are still damp! From the library swimming pool!”

“And look at you,” he looked you up and down again, rubbing your arms, “all grown up! I see you and Amy are still friends!”

“I never left her side, she needed someone to back her up on her stories about you.”

“Speaking of,” Amy interrupted, “Prisoner zero, twenty minutes till the end of the world, remember?”

“Right,” The Doctor let you go and turned to the man Rory had taken a picture of, “let’s do this.

You couldn’t exactly follow what happened after. The Doctor saved the world from Prisoner Zero and made sure the aliens looking for it never would return to Earth again. He had finally changed clothes, too, and now sported a tweed jacket, suspenders, and bow tie that he had totally stolen from the hospital.

He was gone before you knew it, and you and Amy were running back to her house to hopefully finally hitch a ride on his ship like he had promised. But, when you started rounding the corner to her backyard, you heard a noise you hadn’t heard in years, but one you recognized all too well. Once you got to the backyard, he was gone.

Admittedly, you cried. You cried a lot. But it was only for the first few days after he left again, after that you accepted it all and moved on. To your surprise, nearly everyone in town continued on as normal. That day wasn’t known as “the day aliens literally came down to earth” as it should have been, it was “the day the sun looked funny” as if people had just forgotten or chosen to ignore the whole giant floating eyeball alien thing. You, Amy, and Rory, however, knew the truth of what happened that day, and it made the three of you incredibly close. Closer than you were before. They both went to you when they were fighting, Rory enlisted your help to steal one of Amy’s rings so he could get the right size to propose to her, and you were with Amy when she picked out her wedding dress. And two years after prisoner zero, you were struggling to fall asleep despite needing to be up early to help with Amy and Rory’s wedding. You were Amy’s maid of honor, and you were taking it very seriously.

Maybe it was nervousness that was keeping you awake. Amy was your best friend, you knew her better than she knew herself, and you were shocked when she said yes to Rory when he proposed. It wasn’t anything against Rory, he was an amazing guy and one of your best friends, but Amy was just never the kind to be ok with being tied down like this. That didn’t mean you weren’t happy for them, but you were also scared Amy would back out last minute.

You heard an all too familiar noise outside, making you sit up. There was no way. He didn’t know where you lived, he couldn’t have. Not only had you moved out since you were a kid, but you had even moved apartments since everything with prisoner zero happened. You looked out the window of your bedroom on the third floor of your apartment building, stomach dropping when you saw the blue police box on the grass in front of the building.

It was like it was calling to you.

You immediately grabbed a t-shirt and jeans from your dresser and changed as fast as you could, slipping on some sandles as you grabbed your phone and keys on your way out. You were slightly out of breath after running down the three flights of stairs, but it didn’t stop you from running outside and towards the box. You jumped as the door opened right before you were going to knock, The Doctor on the other side with a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing he said, looking at his feet, “14 years is a long time to wait for an adventure.”

“…where’s Amy?”

“She’s at her house, packing a few of the essentials. She told me where you lived so I could come tell you to do the same.”

“Tell me to pack? Why?”

“Well,” he gestured behind him, making you realize how much bigger the room behind him was from the outside of the police box, “I figured I’d finally let you see what this old box is all about. What do you say? Want to run away with a madman and his box?” He offered you his hand, and you took it without hesitation.

You ran away with him, and you never looked back.

-present day-

You always looked back on that day with such fondness. In reality, that was the day you fell in love with The Doctor, but you only admitted it to yourself later.

Now, on the third day of your week long celebration, The Doctor told you he was taking you to a pastel purple planet you didn’t care to learn how to pronounce. It was empty, the species inhabiting it dying off due to unknown causes thousands of years prior. It was totally safe, though, or at least that’s what the Doctor said to make you feel safer. Even if it wasn’t, you didn’t mind a little action and danger. You were tough, and could take quite a few hits before you were defeated, so you knew you could take on this possibly dangerous planet.

What neither you or The Doctor expected, though, was to be torn apart and nearly killed by your very own minds.

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Hope you all like this beginning! I’ll write up the second part soon, thanks for reading!

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adventure-showdown · 6 months

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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood

Synopsis

It's 2020, and the most ambitious drilling project in history has reached deeper beneath the Earth's crust than man has ever gone before — but now the ground itself is fighting back. The Eleventh Doctor, Amy and Rory arrive in a tiny mining village, and find themselves plunged into a battle against a deadly danger from a bygone age.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Night Terrors

Synopsis

The Eleventh Doctor receives a distress call, bringing him, Amy Pond and Rory Williams to Earth. George is a young boy terrorised by the monsters in his cupboard. Are they imaginary, or are they real?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Doctor, The Widow, and the Wardrobe

Synopsis

Christmas Eve, 1938. Madge Arwell comes to the aid of an injured Spaceman Angel, the Eleventh Doctor, who promises to repay her kindness – all she has to do is make a wish. Three years later, Madge escapes war-torn London with her two children for a dilapidated house in Dorset. Crippled with grief at the news her husband has been lost over the English Channel, she wishes to give her children the best Christmas ever. The Arwells are greeted by the Doctor, who acts as their madcap caretaker. However, a mysterious Christmas gift from him leads them into a wintry, magical world. Madge must learn how to be braver than she ever thought possible... and that wishes can come true.

Propaganda

its trash, but its my trash. for the longest time series 7 was the only one I had on dvd, and we were on holiday one year so I couldn’t watch it on iplayer like I usually would. I was 10, I was deep in the trenches at that age, Doctor Who was literally the only thing I ever watched, I watched that DVD multiple times, and this was the first episode on it, it’s almost as much a part of me as series 1 at this point because I have such strong memories and nostalgia for watching it. I mean, and this is no word of a lie, I haven’t pronounced majority correctly in my head for about 10 years (and think god it hasn’t affected my actual speech), no, madge arwell has imprinted herself on my internal vocabulary, I think madge-arwellity. (anonymous)

Dinosaurs on a Spaceship

Synopsis

In 2367, the Indian Space Agency is on high alert as an unidentified spaceship hurtles towards the Earth. The Eleventh Doctor assembles a team to investigate, including the legendary Queen Nefertiti, a big game hunter named Riddell, Amy, Rory... and Rory's father, Brian. Materialising aboard the mystery ship, they're surprised to find it populated by dinosaurs. With time running out before the ship is blasted out of the sky, the Doctor must confront a vicious criminal named Solomon, as the lives of his companions and the dinosaurs hang in the balance...

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A Town Called Mercy

Synopsis

Missing Mexico by 200 miles, the Eleventh Doctor ends up in Mercy, Nevada, where something's not quite right... The locals are hostile to strangers, and a border of stone and wood surrounds the town. As the Doctor soon finds out, a gunslinger is behind this, and not just an ordinary one.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Hide

Synopsis

Clara and the Eleventh Doctor arrive at the haunted Caliburn House, set alone on a desolate moor. Within its walls, a ghost-hunting professor and a gifted empathic psychic are searching for the Witch of the Well. Her apparition appears throughout the history of the building, but is she really a ghost? And what is chasing her?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS

Synopsis

The Doctor's TARDIS is captured by brothers running a salvage company in space. In the process, Clara gets lost inside the time machine. To save her, the Eleventh Doctor promises the brothers they can have the TARDIS if they'll help search for his missing companion. They agree, only to find that what lies at the centre of the TARDIS can kill them all.

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The Crimson Horror

Synopsis

In 1893, the Eleventh Doctor's old friends, Vastra, Jenny Flint and Strax find an optogram of the Doctor on a victim of the mysterious "crimson horror". They head for Yorkshire, where Jenny infiltrates Mrs Winifred Gillyflower's community of Sweetville to find what has happened to him.

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go-to-the-mirror · 6 months

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationships: Eleventh Doctor & Dream Lord (Doctor Who), Eleventh Doctor & The Doctor's TARDIS

Characters: Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor's TARDIS, Dream Lord (Doctor Who)

Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Dreams, Background Rory Williams, Mentioned Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Mentioned Sister of Mine (Doctor Who), Mirrors, Episode: s05e07 Amy's Choice, Post-Episode: s05e07 Amy’s Choice, Title from a Tally Hall Song, No Beta We Die Like Rory, Implied/Referenced Sex

Language: English

Published: 2023-10-16

Words: 761

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He could almost think he was imagining it in the reflection of the control panel, his own paranoia playing off what he’d just dreamed, but this is a full body view and the face staring back at him is not his own. --- After “Amy’s Choice” the Dream Lord isn’t gone. --- Written for Whumptober 2023. Prompt used is “Leave me alone.”

Mirrors are not exactly the Doctor’s friend.

He really has no idea what he was thinking when he trapped — what was it called, the sister? — in the mirror. Probably something about righteous fury and avenging all who died because he ran and hid.

She looks at him through a dead girl’s eyes, but she’s not who he’s looking at. He could almost think he was imagining it in the reflection of the control panel, his own paranoia playing off what he’d just dreamed, but this is a full body view and the face staring back at him is not his own.

“What are you doing here?” he mutters, just as Rory enters.

“You invited me!”

The Doctor spins around to face him. “Rory!” He smiles brightly and puts his arm around Rory’s shoulders. “How are you, has Amy decided where to go next?”

“She says she wants to rest for a bit.”

“More rest?” the Doctor asks. “You’d think we’ve slept enough.”

“Apparently it wasn’t restful enough?” Rory answers, seemingly as confused as the Doctor regarding his fiancée’s antics. “But afterwards she’s thinking Rio?”

The Doctor grins. “Rio! Lovely place. Tell her she makes good choices.”

“I will,” Rory says with a smile. The Doctor waits for him to leave, then turns back to face the mirror.

It’s just him. Just him and a little girl holding a balloon, but she’s par for the course.

---

“Why are you all fixed?” the Doctor asks his TARDIS. She’s the only one to talk to, really, with Rory and Amy sleeping, probably in heavy quotation marks, but he’s not good at that sort of thing. “You’re always in need of repairs when I’m busy, but when I need something to do, suddenly you’re in tiptop shape!”

The TARDIS feels something that the Doctor could perceive as self-satisfied.

“It’s inconsiderate, frankly. First you give us shared dreams that feed on our insecurities, self-loathing, and darkness, and now you’re not even a little bit broken.

“Well,” the Doctor reconsiders. “Technically you are broken, but I’m not fixing that, it’s lovely.”

The Doctor sits down cross-legged, leaning against the control panel. “Don’t tell Amy or Rory, but I’m a bit tired too.

“But I don’t want to go to sleep, I just…. I don’t. So I need you to quietly blow a fuse, or something, so I can do something with my hands.”

The TARDIS feels… concerned, he thinks. Concern is a difficult emotion, it feels all together too much like pity.

“I’ve already slept a lot today.”

Annoyance, now. It sort of twinges.

“Look, if I go to sleep now, I’m going to have a nightmare, and I’m going to feel worse than if I don’t sleep.”

Judgement? She feels judgmental. It’s hard to put a name on things sometimes. She definitely doesn’t think he’s right.

“Besides, they say you shouldn’t sleep after stressful events — don’t correct me.”

Ah, disapproval. It hurts, just a bit.

“You know, maybe you’re part of the reason why it fed off me, because it’s not just me in my head judging every choice I have.”

And now she’s hurt too.

The Doctor sighs. “Maybe you’re right. Just a quick nap, get my head back in order.”

She’s still hurt.

“I’m sorry.”

She forgives him, that’s clear, but the pain hasn’t gone away. The Doctor tries to ignore that little curdle of guilt inside his stomach.

---

“She’s the problem now?”

The Doctor looks up to see the Dream Lord standing over him. He looks smug.

“You’re in my dream now.”

“You noticed?”

The Doctor gets to his feet. “You’re just pollen.”

“I’m you,” the Dream Lord counters. “You can’t get rid of me.”

“If you’re me, get back inside my head.”

“You keep it all shut so tight, Doctor,” the Dream Lord says. “Like if you shove it down far enough you can pretend none of it’s real.”

“I don’t pretend it’s not real.”

“What did you tell Amy when she asked about your children, hm?”

The Doctor is silent.

“Did you tell her who killed them?”

“Leave me alone.”

“You didn’t. I know you didn’t, I’m the one who didn’t.”

“It wasn’t relevant—“

“And did you tell her what happened to the rest of them? To the rest of your companions? Abandoned, or a soldier. Abandoned and a soldier. Or dead. Is she prepared for the cost of travelling with you? Is Rory?”

“I’m going to do better this time.”

The Dream Lord laughs. It sounds too much like him. “And when you’re alone again, I’ll still be here, Doctor.”

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doverstar · 2 months

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The little details in this fic???? I’ve been thinking about them all day?

I have never read a fic from a writer with a better understanding of the Pond family dynamic. The SASS that exudes off of rory Williams is so perfect. Amy’s unflinching trust in the Doctor, how she will take any order from him, but still pursing her lips, so simultaneously irritated with him and filled with care and affection for both her boys and trust for the Doctor. The way that Matt Smith’s doctor had control over A ROOM. How that contrasts with Will. It’s all INSANELY GOOD. It’s like I’m watching an episode straight out of Series 6, you have such a good handle of dialogue and specifically these character’s way of speaking. Rory’s quips. The doctor spewing nonsense that’s ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room. Amy’s concern. You have complete mastery over all four of these characters. GOD I HAVENT EVEN TALKED ABOUT ROSE. I love how you display her so complexly, how she’s so quick yet she’s so scared to accept that her realities been flipped on it’s head, that the Doctor has changed again. And oh my gosh, the Doctor and Rose’s relationship. It’s so perfect. The semi-awkward but completely emotionally charged moment in the elevator. The bit about their hands fitting perfectly. How she finds it easier to accept him this time. It’s so soft and tender, and best of all, it all feels EARNED. Not just through all they’ve been through in this story and canon, but through the pacing of your story in specific. You don’t rush it. There’s not many fic authors, or writers in general, that can do that. It makes for such a satisfying story that I just can never get enough of.

Last one!! But oh Will!!! It makes me so sad that Rose said it doesn’t matter anymore, his silly knit hoodie and mismatched converse. I’m gonna miss him so much, I’m still grieving. I’m wayyy more excited that the Doctor is out of the watch, but still, my boy is gone!!! My scrunkly!!! Rip!!! I especially love how you contrast them, how the Doctors talking strong finally where Will was a mumbler, how you’ve talked about his pale eyes the whole story and now it’s his bright eyes. Also, how Eleven walks on an angle LMAO. Just, all of it.

I just needed to get these thoughts out of my head. Your attention to detail is magnificent and this chapter was well worth the wait. I can’t stop rereading. I’m just begging, BEGGING you to forget about Journey’s End so they can have a happily ever after.

Sending you love!!!

I need to start responding to long wonderful comments with a bit more of the enthusiasm I actually feel for them, so everybody wave hello to the Keep Reading line -

Thank you so much! I do love the Ponds and their specific chaos. Amy probably comes off pretty cold or tetchy in my fic, but I couldn't imagine her not being stressed and overprotective of the Doctor in that whole scenario. Also, I'm a big fan of Rose's pettiness when it comes to other women, because that's realistic, even if she often tries not to show it, and I'm an also a big fan of Amy's huge temper. And Rory is always a treasure. Always. I was so excited to write for them, thank you! I've been worried about the way I portrayed Rose and her thought process, but you've been so encouraging here! Thanks for that, too. I'll miss Will! I loved writing for a version of the Doctor that didn't have to deal with the simultaneous burdens of being a Time Lord, a genius, a hero, a murderer, immortal, etc. Will is just Eleven with less ambition and less worry. I was thinking, "What would the eleventh incarnation of the Doctor be like if you took away all the things that made him an immortal alien and just turned him loose?" And the result was a very sweet, awkward young man with bad dress sense who thinks he's 20-something. It's just my take, but I'm so fond of my take. Aw, Will. Miss you already, boyo. Thank you for noticing the details! That's so kind of you. I don't think I'm 100% happy with the latest chapter as it is (I was so tired), but I'm beyond glad you can still appreciate it! Loved getting this message.

#was it mean to respond with a ten/rose gif? whatever it's the doctor regardless. same man #asked #answered #anon #anonymous #fic comment #lar #lost and rewritten #elevenrose #timepetals #doctor who

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❝ love is a choice ❞ chapter xii

summary: what was meant to be a simple, calm trip to an intergalactic museum ended up becoming a a trip through memories the doctor rather wanted to forget. only they weren't her memories. they were yours.

pairing: thirteenth doctor x reader (primary), eleventh doctor x reader

word count: 5.0k

warnings: bad past relationships

author's note: welcome to the chapter that i have been WAITING FOR!! i've had this chapter in mind for months and now there time is finally here!! that being said, i am very, very sorry for what you are about to read

The dance club melted away. The interior of the Williams-Pond living room came into view. The four of you were sitting on the couch in front of the television, a bad reality show playing at full volume. You rested a bowl of custard on your lap, all of you dipping cod fish fingers into it to recreate the first dish she consumed (and enjoyed because there were many she ate and despised) when she regenerated into her eleventh face.

“Yeah,” the Doctor nodded. “It’s okay.”

“What are you all doing?” Ryan questioned in reference to the food the four of you were sharing.

“We,” The Doctor prepped for the inevitable confusion/disgust. “Are eating fish fingers and custard.”

“You’re eating what and what?” Yaz gasped while Graham quietly gagged.

“Fish fingers and custard, I’ll have you know, is an absolute delicacy!”

The Doctor turned her back to them with a mask of indignation. Really, she just wanted to have a moment to herself before the storm that was about to happen in front of them. Every moment after that dance was one more moment towards the last day the Doctor had with you. Your time together was almost like a hill. The journey up was long, arduous, but from the top, you feel invincible—all it takes is a single misstep for you to tumble down the other side.

“If I had a restaurant,” The Doctor mumbled with a mouthful of fish fingers. “This would be all I’d serve.”

“Yeah right,” Amy scoffed. “You running a restaurant.”

“I’ve run restaurants before. Who do you think invented the Yorkshire pudding?”

Rory chuckled at first, but then his face loosened with realization. “You didn’t.”

The Doctor held a fish finger covered in a massive dollop of custard. “Pudding yet savory. Sound familiar?”

The four of you were meant to observe the black cubes that were scattered around almost an entire year ago. In all that time, they’d done nothing but end up as paperweights or something to throw into the trash when you don’t have the space anymore. After day 113, you had about given up on trying to figure them out in favor of maintaining your sanity.

“Mr. Pond,” Amy took the bowl from the Doctor’s hand when it was practically empty. “Come help me put these away?”

You saw her plan before it was even fully in motion. Amy wasn’t as slick as she liked to think, but she was definitely as persistent as she made herself out to be.

You hadn’t told the Doctor how you felt yet. In that time, though, you’d gotten better at being around him without your tongue becoming lead in your mouth. Every so often, you’d fumble through a conversation by the skin of your teeth, but those interactions were becoming far and few between. You’d even gotten back into your routine of going at each other’s throats, only to you, it felt less feral and more playful. You were happy with what you had with him, platonic or otherwise.

Regardless of your contentment with your relationship with the Doctor, you knew that Amy was not. She took any and every chance she got to let you know that you needed to get it together and tell him. If there was even the possibility of a moment where she could get the two of you alone, she manipulated the scene so that she had the two of you right where she wanted you. At that time, she was forcing Rory and herself out of the room so they could “clean the dishes together” as if it wasn’t an easy, one-person task. Most times, though, those manipulations ended in failure. Either you chickened out or the Doctor couldn't stand by you long enough for you to get a word out.

“Well,” The Doctor said with an abrupt jump off the couch. “I should get going. I told Kate that I would discuss the cubes again with her soon.”

“Do you have to go just yet? I mean, the cubes haven’t done anything, right?” You pretended to be blasé about it, but you really wanted him to stay a few extra moments. “And they still have a couple contestants left if you wanna, you know, finish watching before you have to go.”

The Doctor looked like he was contemplating his next move before returning to his place next to you. “Alright, I suppose I can stay until the end of the episode. You know, I’m really starting to see the appeal of these reality TV shows. They’re all so... real! With real people and real things that happen to those real people!”

You sucked in a large breath through your teeth, “I hate to break it to you, Doctor, but most of those shows are scripted. The people are real but…”

The Doctor’s face practically fell, and a pang of slight guilt filled your system, “Really? Even the American one with the dancing children and the mean lady?”

“I think the trauma from that show was real, just not the drama.”

“Oh, look at you,” The Doctor rejoiced with a clap. “Rhyming! I must be wearing off on you, aren’t I? Next thing you know, you’ll be making those puns you hate so much.”

“Oh, shut it,” You giggled, pressing your shoulder to his in a show of affection. “I don’t hate puns, I just hate yours.”

“So you say, but I think that you’re starting to like starshine!” The Doctor surmised.

If you admitted that you really were starting to like that nickname, the Doctor would never let you hear the end of it. If he found out that it made your heart beat just a little bit faster, he would boast until something else gathered his attention, then continue once he remembered. Sometimes you weighed the cost of having to live with the bragging against without, just so you could hear the nickname just a bit more. Pride overruled your choice in the end.

“Did you really invent the Yorkshire pudding? Or are you just messing again?” You asked out of genuine curiosity and a hint of attempted diversion.

“No, I really did! I also made the popsicles but some child from California beat me to the patent,” The Doctor’s tone got surprisingly serious for a beat. “I still hold a grudge against Frank Epperson to this very day.”

That same desire to learn more about the Doctor reappeared after its short-lived dormancy. Instead of the interest in the Doctor’s sad past, you wanted to know the small things. All the times the Doctor said something outlandish, you would brush it off as another one of his idiosyncrasies. Now, you would be happy with any little piece you could get. “What else have you done, huh? What? Were you D.B. Cooper too? Banksy?”

“I actually was Banksy, yes, so you can be sure that these cubes weren’t me.”

Graham gasped, “You weren’t kidding about that?”

“Seriously?” You gaped. “We’ve known each other– what? Eight years now?”

“And what a wonderful eight years it’s been!” The Doctor exclaimed, trying to keep the sadness at bay.

Despite having spent so much time together in the past year, what with the cubes and all, you knew that the Doctor was starting to miss the three of you. He was beginning to understand that your adventures wouldn’t be as frequent as they had once been. Adulthood, real adulthood with bills and jobs and responsibilities, crept up on you. You weren’t able to drop everything at the sound of the TARDIS’s engines to galavant across alien planets. It sucked, but that was just the reality of your situation.

That being said, you were a little bit okay with the cubes appearing on Earth. It meant that the Doctor wasn’t popping off in his box to fly away for however many months, only to return with the offer of meeting Stevie Nicks in the 70s. He was there, present, with all of you in all your adulthood glory. He was impatient as all hell during your time together, but he stayed. Even if it was just for a year, which in the grand scheme of his life was nothing more than a blip, it meant a lot to you.

“And in those eight years you didn’t tell us any of this?”

“Well, who knows?” The Doctor shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll tell you all of it. Maybe even get into my time as a ghostwriter for Nancy Drew! And at one point the Rainbow Magic series but please do not give that information to anyone.”

“Don’t worry I won’t,” You laughed. Your hand inched towards the Doctor’s, and from the corner of your eye, you could see that the Doctor noticed. His hand remained where it had been and stayed there when you put yours on his. “And I would really like to hear all of it one day.”

The Doctor’s fingers stilled in yours but didn’t make a move to retract them. You watched as they shifted beneath yours. His thumb brushed against the back of your hand, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

You’d fallen into the trap that Amy and River had set for you. Both of them telling you that the Doctor had feelings for you made you believe it too. So did how you and the Doctor danced together that night at Club Tredecim. When he relaxed in your arms, when you felt the beat of his hearts against your chest, it felt right.

You considered that you were deluding yourself; love can do that to a person. But even if you were wrong, you would rather be that than live with the thought of what might have been, even if it would hurt like hell. You wanted to choose to love the Doctor, and you hoped that if he felt the same, he would choose to love you back.

“Listen, I-” But you didn’t want to talk anymore. Maybe the term 'now or never' was obsolete when you're a time traveler, but...

Your lips just barely ghosted the Doctor’s. They were soft, warm, and completely different from how you thought they’d feel. They also weren’t moving.

It was incredibly difficult to peel your lips from the Doctor’s. Not because you loved the kiss, even though you did- but because you already knew what you would see when you pulled away: the Doctor, his face contorted in an expression of shock, confusion, and the emotion that broke you as much as it might him, sorrow.

The Doctor’s mouth did that thing, the thing where it bobbed like a fish. You used to love that face. It meant that you were able to catch the Doctor with something that not even he could predict. And to see it right there in front of you meant that he didn’t see this coming. It meant that he didn’t feel what you felt. You made a mistake. This was wrong. You were wrong.

“I-” You could feel your heart trying to crawl up your throat. “S-Shit, I- I thought that- I wasn’t- Fuck, I’m so sorry-”

“Y/N, plea-” Why did it hurt more for him to use your real name?

“No, don’t! D-Don’t, um, I- I should go-!”

You were scrambling in every sense. You were struggling to rip the blanket the four of you shared from your body. It clung to you, the fabric sticking to your skin like a fucking parasite. When you finally managed, you couldn’t even jam your shoes on without almost tripping over the rug while doing it. And all the while, you were just saying words in no particular order. Whatever came to mind first, you said it. It didn’t matter if it made sense. Nothing needed to, because nothing did.

“W-Wow, so, I’m just- Gotta- I should- I’m so sorry,” The tears had already reached your chin, but you didn’t even remember feeling them until one dropped onto your hand. You frantically wiped it off with the sleeve of your jacket that you were heaving on. “I knew I didn’t- Why would I deserve it-?”

“Hey, wait, don’t say-”

“I should’ve just left it alone- Shit! Where the fuck are my keys?” You cried out.

“What’s going-” Amy came out from the kitchen following the sudden eruption of noise.

“Sorry!” You babbled so that Amy didn’t have enough time to take in the situation. “It’s, um, work emergency!”

“What-? But-”

“Gotta go, I love you! Amy! I love you, Amy!”

You didn��t wait for Amy’s reply but heard her shout at the Doctor through the door, “What did you do?”

The isolation of your car only brought you mild security. You didn’t feel any kind of safety until you sped down the street, further and further away from Amy’s house and the fucking blue box parked out front. Even looking at her, the roof especially, was like looking at a treasured photograph, scratched and yellowed with age.

You knew you shouldn’t have been driving in those conditions. People got into accidents over lesser things than the inability to see through tears. You slowed to a halt in an empty parking space by the pavement. You felt bad for whoever lived in the houses surrounding you because if they looked outside their window, they’d see someone with tears streaking their cheeks. Someone hunched over the wheel while trying just to get a proper breath into their lungs.

Colors began to blur together, like sidewalk chalk in the rain. You couldn’t see any shapes through the screen of your tears, and the lines of the book you were trying to read were nothing but black blobs. Eventually, you just gave up trying to hold them back and slammed the book shut.

You squeezed your eyes tightly to push the building salt water out faster. If you forced them out, maybe you could be done and over with this crying fest. Even though people didn’t often come to the lake at this time, there was still the risk of someone deciding to have a sunset date. The last thing you wanted was for some people to walk up on you having a breakdown. It wasn’t even finals week yet, so you had no excuse, really.

The lake was always the one place on campus where you felt safe. You always sat in the pink chair because it gave you the best west-facing view for when the sun went down.

You could think there. Breathe. And you needed nothing more than to take several thousand deep breaths after the afternoon that you had.

The day hadn’t started so horrible, but when you were meant to meet up with your partner, you’d been ambushed with a conversation that you really didn’t want to have in the student lounge. When you had asked to go somewhere perhaps a little quieter, he refused, saying that if you did, you would find some excuse to rush off. You’d say that you had a huge essay due in the morning that couldn’t wait or that your professor’s office hours were going to be over soon. Worst of all was that he might have been right.

You’d hoped that going to your favorite spot might give your mind a little more clarity, but it was still cluttered with the exact words from him that repeated over and over.

“Excuse- Ow!”

One word from an unknown source, and you sprang into action. The book you’d closed was suddenly launched at your unsuspecting target. You didn’t even see his face before he crumpled to the ground after a direct hit to the forehead. You only caught a quick glimpse of gray hair before your adrenaline died, and reason was resurrected.

You’d just fucking hit an old guy.

Regret flooded through you in an instant. “Oh, my- Shit! Fuck, I’m so sorry, sir!”

You ran towards the man to help him up, but he was already rising to his feet.

“It-It’s alright!” His voice was heavy with an accent. What was it? You were so discombobulated, but it was right on the top of your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I-I just got scared!” Was it Irish?

“It’s quite fine, I assure-” Or one from Yorkshire?

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” Geordie?

“No, not at all,” Oh. Oh, how could you miss it? Your own best friend was Scottish, you should’ve been able to spot that from a mile away. “Really, I’m alright. Are you?”

You blinked blankly, “What?”

“Well, I was coming here to see the, um, the sunset. A colleague of mine who works here says it’s one of the most gorgeous sights they’ve ever seen,” The man explained with a few fatigued huffs. “Wanted to see it for myself, but… I heard you crying.”

“Oh,” You said before breaking off into a groan. You slapped the palms of your hands to your face, the tears that weren’t even dry yet seeping into your skin. “Oh, that’s so nice of you. And I hit you with a book, oh my God!”

“Really, I’m fine,” The man brushed off some of the sand from his jacket, which you noticed was torn at the left shoulder. He saw you eyeing the rip, “Ah, this. I was– well, I was trying to grab some nuggets from the cafeteria. Apparently the volleyball players on the women’s team are pretty aggressive when it comes to those.”

You hesitantly snickered, “They’re pretty vicious, aren’t they?”

“Indeed,” The man agreed. He pulled out a black wallet with an ID inside. He presented it to you for a few seconds before stuffing it into his pocket. “Dr. John Smith. I lecture at St. Luke’s University in Bristol. I’m here for a conference but just, you know, wanted to see the lake.”

“I bet you didn’t expect to be attacked twice,” You murmured guiltily. “I’m Y/N, I’m just a student here. I should let you-”

“You never answered my question.”

You noted a slight shaking in his legs while he uprighted himself. “Do you wanna sit down?”

Dr. Smith mentally weighed his options but eventually followed you to the array of painted wooden beach chairs dug deep into the sand.

“So,” Dr. Smith started once he was seated in the yellow chair next to yours. “What’s got you so upset?”

You bit your bottom lip while trying to think of how to say this. You were never the best at these kinds of things, but you hoped that talking to someone with no prior opinion of you– if you overlooked throwing a hardcover novel at his head– might make it a little easier. “I don't know. Nothing big, just… love? I guess? Or lack of, maybe?”

“Ahh, love,” Dr. Smith sighed dolefully. “I know all about that.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course,” He shrugged passively. “I’ve lived a long life. I’ve fallen in love many times, but… Well, there’s always one that sticks with you, isn’t there? Sometimes, it’s your first love and others will be the one you lost. But there’s always one.”

You weren’t sure if you had had that yet. Yeah, there were romances that you looked at fondly, but you couldn’t pinpoint the one that stuck out above the rest. If you had to, you might say this one. So far, it’s been the one that left you the most hollowed out once it was over. You hoped that would change someday.

“I’ll tell you my tragic love story if you tell me yours.”

You instantly wanted to put the words back into your mouth. This man was a complete stranger to you. You couldn’t just say shit like that and expect him to–

Dr. Smith was laughing. And it didn’t seem like he was shocked by your retort, not at all. He was laughing like someone who would expect this kind of behavior from you, not some ignorant to your dry wit. “O-Okay! I’ll take you up on that.

“There was someone. A long time ago. We both traveled together, you see. At first, we didn’t like each other. We were always fighting, driving our friends who traveled with us to the brink of madness. But then that was because we were so similar. Too similar. The two of us might as well have been mirrors of one another. And that… I think that made both of us terrified. More so myself than them- I'm not so sure about that now- but that was because I knew they could hurt me… One look at them smiling the brightest I’d ever seen them and I knew. So, I started running. Then they did too. We ran in opposite directions to the point that when I finally decided I could turn around… I couldn’t see them anymore. I’d lost them.”

“That sounds like something I would do. Well, I guess it sounds like something I have done,” You swallowed the cry that was building in your throat. Dr. Smith was waiting patiently next to you, but you could sense his anticipation. “Running, I mean. That’s kinda how my last relationship ended. And some of my other ones too. We were close to getting real, I think. We were talking about after graduation and life and it just… I started throwing myself into my work. He said that I was doing it because I was afraid. That I was a coward, because I was trying to get away. Then, he said that…”

This was the blow that took you down. “That I deserve to be alone.”

You knew it wasn’t true, but it didn’t mean that those words didn’t try to tattoo themselves into your insides. The more you kept repeating it, the faster the ink dried. You were so desperately trying to stop yourself, but it wasn’t like the human brain was adept at listening to commands.

“And I know he was just mad-!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Dr. Smith interrupted. “No one deserves to be alone. No one deserves to be told that. Whoever told you that is a complete idiot. A total moron! Should be ashamed of himself!”

“But he wasn’t wrong. At least, not about me being scared.”

The truth was that this was a pattern, and one you didn’t even mean to continue. Most times, when you got like this, the relationship fizzled out on its own, like a campfire that didn’t get poked enough. This was the first one that ended up in an explosion with fiery debris. You’d felt horrible on all accounts, regardless of whether or not the end was incendiary, but you didn’t have to confront yourself with your inadequacies until someone pointed them out. You didn’t have to force yourself to come to the conclusion that you really were terrified.

“I had a friend once who said that love was a choice,” Dr. Smith began. His eyes remained fixed on the water, but you could see he was more present than he wanted to appear. “She had said it to my star… Well, suffice it to say that I spent a very long time trying to figure out what that meant. If I could have chosen not to love them, I would. It might have saved us both the pain. But then, I understood. You choose love despite the pain, because there always will be in the end. As dark as that sounds, it’s true. And I’ll always… I’ll always wonder how things might have been different if I made another decision.”

That was really a beautiful way to look at it… But was it actually that easy? It didn’t feel like the entirety of love could be defined as something someone can choose. When you were with some of your exes, you didn’t feel like there was any decision to make. There was only one option in front of you, and it was one you were comfortable making time and time again.

Maybe you just hadn’t found a love worth choosing yet. That was a nice thought.

“Do you still love them?” You spotted the lack of a ring on his left hand.

Dr. Smith smiled wistfully, “I do.”

“Do you know if they’re still out there?” You wondered.

“I haven’t seen them in years,” Dr. Smith shook his head woefully. “They’re gone from my life.”

“Mmm,” You hummed. “Not gone then.”

“Excuse me?”

“They might still be out there. By some beautiful miracle, it might not be too late to reconcile. I know it’s probably just hopefulness but… Hope is a good thing, isn’t it?”

Dr. Smith smiled, reaching his eyes, “That it is.”

“Do you know what I think?” You asked gently.

“What’s that?”

“I think that if life ever hands you that miracle and you get the chance to see them again, you should tell them– nothing else! You should tell them ‘I choose to love you.’”

Dr. Smith pulled his eyes away from the lake to look at you. His eyes were questioning, but you would understand that his words were not. He said back, “I choose to love you.”

“Exactly!” You nodded excitedly. “They’ll understand, I just know it.”

You heard someone shout your name from the direction of the dorms. You recognized it as your roommate’s but made no move to respond. She could wait one moment.

“Aren’t you going to go see your friend?” He asked with a slight head nod but not looking away.

His question went unanswered. You rolled out of your chair and dropped to your knees beside the arm of his chair. For a moment, you stared at him. You look in every curled lock of wild gray hair, every wrinkle, every speck of color inside the blue of his eyes beneath those bushy brows. Your hand fell delicately against the apple of his cheeks, sunken slightly from age. His skin wasn’t soft like it had been before, but it was a welcoming sensation all the same.

“It was him,” You whispered. “Wasn’t it?”

"Maybe," Dr. Smith- the Doctor acknowledged.

"I should've noticed," You chastised yourself, your lips curled into themselves to keep a sob inside. It didn't work. "I-I should've noticed that it was him. I know him… I just… I should have known it was him that day and maybe…"

The Doctor brought his hand to yours. It felt so different from the Doctor you knew, but then, you'd never touched this Doctor's hand. You wouldn't ever really know what it felt like. You'd have to be content with only the idea of how it might have been to hold his hand. "Give yourself some credit. You were hurting."

He was so much older. You knew the Doctor had completely different faces when he regenerated, but this… If it weren't for the eyes, and if it weren't for the gift of memory, you never would have even known. You might have lived the rest of your life thinking that this man was no more than a stranger passing by. Perhaps the Doctor just got his timing wrong again.

You had seen the Doctor’s previous faces. You remembered how all eleven of them looked, and this one never appeared in TARDIS files. This face was new. He must have regenerated into him. And that meant there were probably years worth of things that he’d gone through. You wanted to know what those things were, who he’d met, but you needed to know if he had been alone through it all. You couldn’t be there, but you prayed upon the stars that he forsook his stubbornness and offered companionship to some lucky girl despite everything you said.

“He looks so tired.”

You heard your roommate again, this time more insistent. You couldn’t stay in this moment forever. That’s what she said, without having to say more than your name.

“Just… can I hear him say it before I go?”

You would never see this face again, and you only wanted to hear him call you, “Starshine.”

Trying to bite back a choked, pathetic mixture of a laugh and a cry and failing, you lowered yourself back into your seat to the exact position you’d been in before. Even when you slipped back into the ignorance of the memory, the imprint of his cheek against your hand wouldn’t leave you. You turned your head to see your roommate with bags from the cafeteria. In an act of kindness, she said she’d grab you both dinner and some ice cream to dig into from the convenience store. “That’s my friend. I should–”

When you looked back to tell Dr. Smith you needed to go, the yellow beach chair was empty. You didn’t see him anywhere nearby, and there didn’t even seem to be any trace that he was there with you at all; it was like he had just up and vanished.

“Hey!” Your roommate greeted you. Her eyebrows furrowed at your concerned expression. “Everything alright?”

“Um,” The fresh tears that weren’t there at the time dripped into the corner of your mouth. The saltiness tasted like regret. “Y-Yeah. Fine. So, what’d you get?”

“That lake…” Graham muttered. “I know that lake. I’ve seen it before.”

“Gamma Pictoris,” Yaz stated, turning to the Doctor. “You accidentally took us there when we were trying to get to Gamma Pictoris. We went to the wrong place. This place.”

“It was just as beautiful as they said it was… The TARDIS took me there,” The Doctor began, not looking at anyone. “Right before I transformed into this face… I guess it was a good thing I was already going through the regeneration process because that book really hurt!”

She was laughing, but there was nothing comedic in her smile. There was centuries of grief for the love that she never got to save. When she looked at the face before this one, she saw it in his smile too. All that mourning, but never really knowing what for. Because the worst part about losing you was that there was no finality. She’d lost so many before you and more after, but she knew where they were. Even if it was in death… or abandonment, she knew.

In some wry, cruel fashion, the Doctor never had an ending with you.

“Guess she took me there to remind me.”

“Remind you of what, Doc?” Graham asked.

To keep looking for that ending. “I have to make a phone call.”

The Doctor rushed to her feet, making a swift exit while the emerging image of Manhattan appeared behind the glass.

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 6 months

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How you choose their name + Kat

Kat was originally named Katherina Amelia Williams Minola after Katherina Minola from the taming of the shrew (because I named her after seeing taming of the shrew at Shakespeare in the park) with Amelia Williams as a nod to doctor who/Amy pond since her original face was Karen Gillan

I changed Katherina to Katarina because I just felt like it flowed better and Minola to Aliano when I revived her on this blog (thanks to @lorettastwilight who encouraged that) just to give myself a bit of a fresh slate, but Katharina Minola (with Karen gillan as a face) is now her TASM variant since she was originally made to exist within a crossover universe with TASM being in the MCU

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Rainbow ~ By xxtwinklebunnyxx

Summary: The Doctor wakes up Amy to go on an early morning walk, despite the weather, neither of them knowing the surprise that awaits them.

You can find my other stories on my Ao3 account, LunaMeow13

https://www.archieveofourown.org/user/LunaMeow13

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All fluff, 100% sfw (I do not post nsfw fics as I am a minor)

Characters featured: 11th Doctor, Amy Pond, Rory Williams

Amy Pond was fast asleep in bed. It was about five thirty in the morning and Rory had already left the bed to get ready for work. The late winter sun broke through the window, its glistening beams shinning a spotlight on her face akin to a stage light. She wasn’t bothered to get up with him, she was just too tired to do so, enjoying the last few moments she had left laying in bed until...

“Hello!”

It was The Doctor, who was standing beside her bed with a smile on his face.

“Doctor...you know the rule about the bedroom, plus it’s 5 in the morning, what are you doing up so early?...” Amy grumbled, tiredly turning over

“Well I just got up early because I want to go on an early morning walk with you, it’s lovely out there!” He grinned

Amy looked over to her window. It was indeed sunny but she could feel a cold breeze coming through the glass, it was winter after all.

“It’s way too early for one, you’re lucky I’m not annoyed enough to kick you out of here”

The Doctor frowned slightly before pouting at her, causing Amy to sigh

“Oh fine, just give me a couple more minutes in bed then I’ll be up, but you better not bother me like this again Doctor I swear”

“Yes yes yes Amy, well I’ll see you in a bit!” The Doctor got up and left the room, being sure to closing the door as silently as he could.

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Soon Amy had gotten out of bed and got dressed to the occasion, coming downstairs to get some breakfast. Rory was sitting on the breakfast table, stirring a spoon in a bowl of grain while reading the newspaper.

“Morning sleepyhead” He said as she entered

“Oh don’t start” Amy sat down and picked up an apple from the fruit bowl between them

“How come you’re up so early?” Rory asked, munching on his breakfast

“The Doctor, he woke me up and now he wants to go on a walk”

Rory looked at his wife confused

“Wait, he was here?..”

“Well yeah, I just woke up and he was just there at my bedside”

“Well when I think about it he does just tend to pop out of nowhere, or in our flower bed...” Rory thought back, still reeling the many loses of all the flowers that where destroyed due to him landing on them. All that work of gardening for nothing.

As the couple ate their food, The Doctor entered the kitchen

“Morning Amy, Beaky”

Amy giggled at the term ‘Beaky’, Rory frowned. He hated when he called him that, but then again he called him Chinny, so he never complained out loud.

“So. ready to go yet Amy?” The Doctor asked, walking over to the table

“After I finish my apple, yeah” She said between chewing on it

“Apples are rubbish, what’s so exciting about eating an apple when you’ve got the weather? Tens of thousands of millions of years of sun, rain, snow, storms, hailstone showers, a cycle that still continues till this day, and you want to eat an apple?”

“I gotta eat Doctor, most people wake up hungry. The weather isn’t going anywhere”

The Doctor sighed

“Fine, don’t be too long” He said. He wasn’t very good at waiting

“You can’t rush my stomach Doctor”

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With abit of time, Amy and the quite excited Doctor were out of the door and walking along the sullen pavement

“Seriously, out of all the times of the day why now? I’m not an early morning person” Amy yawned “Couldn’t we just go later?”

“No, of course not! It’s way better in the morning” The Doctor said, looking around him. There wasn’t much going out, nor much people out apart from a handful of people on the street opposite them, a dog Walker and a man on the phone. The weather still remained the same, the sun slowly rising upwards and the pinkish-yellow tone of the sky turning light blue, but the cold breeze continued.

“It’s also very chilly out here” She shivered

The Doctor didn’t really understand. A couple months earlier Amy had gotten him to take her out on an end of autumn walk and she had no problem then, so why now?

“I don’t understand, why are you so enthusiastic about autumn but not you don’t like winter? They’re both cold months” Asked The Doctor

“Well...some people just don’t like certain months. The thing autumn is that it’s all colour and pretty, the best drinks come out and there’s things like bonfire night and Halloween, winters more depressing after Christmas” Amy explained, huddling close to him to keep warm

“I guess that’s true, fair point”

As they continued walking towards the park, neither did they notice the once blue sky was turning a greyish-white colour, indicating oncoming bad weather

“Umm, Doctor? That’s not looking too good”

“What?”

“The sky, it looks like it’s going to rain” Amy warned him, pointing to the clouds above

“That’s fine, we can handle a bit of rain”

Amy looked at him, looking dissatisfied

“Yeah....I think that’s enough for now, I’m going back inside” Amy began to turn away but The Doctor stopped her

“What? Amy...abit of rain never did anyone rain! Come on, please! Rain won’t stop us!” He pleaded

Amy stood there think

“Okay, just watch me”

The Doctor looked up and at her, grinning. He started twirling and dancing along the street as the light rain fell above him, wetting his flopping brown hair, soon he began singing

“We’re singing in the rain...just singing in the rain” He sung as he enjoyed the rain

Amy was now amused with him “What are you doing?” She giggled

“Singing in the rain! Come join me Amy!” He called from afar

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Fa la, la-la, la la!” He continued to sing until he reached a lamppost, twirling around that before concluding his song

“Alright! You win, I’m coming!”

The Doctor came over to Amy and took her hand and together they danced in the rain and towards the park. The my basically danced like nobody was watching, even though there was people watching them, but they didn’t mind, they were having too much fun to care

By the time they stopped dancing, they had ended up at the front gates.

“Ah! Here we are, the park!” The Doctor smiled

“Oh yeah!” Amy grinned

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The Doctor and Amy quietly strolled through the park, taking in the atmosphere around them. By then the rain had subsided, their hair starting to dry too, it was just pleasant.

The sky was starting to clear up, the sun once shining again making them gaze happily

“You know, that little dance really woke me up” Amy told him, hooking onto his arm

“Dancing’s a mood booster, I’m living proof of it!”

The Doctor smiled widely at her before his gaze took a turn point

“Hey look at that!” He pointed to the sky

“What?”

“The sky, look, there’s a rainbow!”

Amy looked up to see a big, beautiful rainbow that stretched across the sky

“Ah, wow!”

The Doctor turned to her

“You know, rainbows are not only apart of the beauty of earth, it’s also a sign of luck, so imagine if you stayed in bed all morning and missed this true beauty?” He teased

“Oi! I’m not lazy, I’m just not up for early mornings, but I’m glad I get to see this now”

Amy huddled against him again, admiring the view

“You know, travelling with you is like a rainbow, just colourful and beautiful in every way”

The Doctor looked at her, sympathetically flattered

“Well, as I say, I only chose the best”

The End

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'Amy's Christmas'

Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: Amy Pond, Rory Williams, River Song, Eleventh Doctor (mentioned) Pairing: Amy/Rory Rating: G Words: 6.785 Summary: Amy writing down a story about all the different Christmases of her life. A/N: In 2021 I had the idea for a Christmas oneshot about Amy but I didn’t finish it in time to post it before/during Christmas so I decided to wait until next year. Obviously, I completely forgot about it lmao. And because I know I’ll probably forget again, I finished writing it and decided to share it now so it won’t die in my drafts. It’s a bit sad towards the end, just as a warning. Also, because the story is switching between tenses (and English isn’t my first language) I probably made some mistakes along the was ‘cause it got confusing, but I hope it doesn’t disrupt the story :)

[you can also read it on AO3]

I would like to tell you a story. A Christmas story. Not about a particular Christmas but about the many Christmases throughout my life. You might wonder how this could be an interesting story, but I have realised just recently that perhaps, the Christmases I have celebrated, and even the ones I haven’t, present the best way to but the insanity of my life into one short tale. Ever since I have started writing and publishing those stories you have probably read, I have told you, the reader, how many of those are not as fictional as they might seem. So, I wanted to share the story of my life. Now is perhaps the best time to do this.

When I was a child, Christmas had never been something I had looked forward to. I never hated the holidays but I never shared the excitement and joy all the other kids felt when Christmas approached either. For one, because I only ever had one wish, and that was for the Doctor to come back and take me on adventures through space and time, and with every Christmas that passed, I had less and less hope that he would actually return for me. So, no matter what gifts Aunt Sharon bought me, I never felt as happy as I should have been.

The lack of joy around Christmas was not just caused by my wish to see the Doctor again, though. There had always been an odd sadness rising inside of me every year, a sadness one should probably not feel as a little girl who had enjoyed a rather sheltered life at this point. A hollow sadness born from a distant memory of happy, bright Christmases that had been long gone.

I didn’t remember much about Christmas with my parents. Only a few memories had stayed with me in the back of my mind, like the smell of the vanilla scented candles my mother had put all around the house. And that old, worn-out star my dad had tried to put on top of the Christmas tree every year, hoping it would survive another. But really, that was it. I had been very young when my parents had died, or so I believed. I didn’t know how young, but I couldn’t remember when it had happened. Every year throughout my childhood, I continued to ask Aunt Sharon about our Christmases together with my parents, but for some reason she never wanted to tell me, even though I could see the same sorrow I had always felt inside me in her eyes as well. Still, she placed the few scented candles that still lay hidden in one of the drawers around the house, and also put the star on top of the Christmas tree, but only because I insisted. That was the first Christmas I properly remembered. The Christmas after I had met the Doctor for the first time. It had only been me, Aunt Sharon, and the dying star on top of the Christmas tree.

The year after that, Aunt Sharon had decided it would be fun to visit my relatives in Scotland during the Christmas time, so we wouldn’t be all alone on Christmas Eve again. I had not particularly looked forward to it, because I had known that I would be the only child there, and it was as insanely boring as I had dreaded. Before we left for the holidays, I had written a letter addressed to the Doctor and put it on the kitchen table, just in case he would finally come back, so he would know where to find me. I hadn’t given up hope yet that he might return and pick me up at any point. After all, he had promised. And I trusted him. To me, he was a friend, someone who wouldn’t lie.

To avoid the utter boredom of Christmas with my relatives the next year, I had spent the months before trying to convince Aunt Sharon to have my best friend Mels come join us.

“Please,” I had told her then, again and again. “I’m the only kid there. It’s boring. I need a friend with me.”

“I understand that,” Aunt Sharon had explained, “but can’t you pick someone else? That girl is only trouble. And God knows you’re already getting in enough trouble on your own.”

“Everyone else has a family to celebrate with,” I had continued persistently. “Mels doesn’t have any parents. She’s all alone. On Christmas. That’s not fair.”

Eventually, I had convinced her. Perhaps, in the end, she actually felt sorry for Mels, though she would never admit that to me.

Naturally, that Christmas was way more fun than all the one before – or at least the ones I could remember at that point. Every year, I had to convince Aunt Sharon again to take Mels with us, and every year I succeeded. When we were twelve years old, Mels had come up with the idea to give the Doctor a message. Next to the ancient house we were staying at, there was a huge corn field, covered in snow, so Mels had told me that if we dug through the snow to form the word Doctor, perhaps he would see it from outer space. So, we spent that entire Christmas on our message for the Doctor, ignoring my aunt’s pleas to come back inside. Sadly, however, he still didn’t show up, though I could have sworn that night I had heard the noise of that big blue box he travelled in.

As I grew older, I had stopped thinking about the Doctor. Well, that wasn’t completely true, but I had simply stopped trying to reach him, never giving up that small hope that he might return at some point. However, at some point, I had started to think that perhaps he had, in fact, just been part of my imagination. Somewhere deep inside me I had always known that wasn’t true, but it had been better to tell myself this than to keep waiting. And it made my aunt very happy, who, I believe, had been rather worried for my mental health.

Mels, however, was not tired of waiting. Sadly, she would not meet him when he did finally come for me. The Doctor did return, like he had said he would, just twelve years later than he had intended. He saved the entire world from aliens that tried to blow it up, then left again. As before, I waited for his return, but this time I stopped waiting early enough.

There was no Mels that Christmas after the Doctor, as she had ended up in prison, like I had always assumed she would. Instead of visiting my relatives, now nineteen-year-old me spent her Christmas by paying Mels a visit. She was the only person I could freely talk with about the Doctor. While aunt Sharon had seen the giant alien eyeball at the sky back then, she didn’t believe me actually meeting the Doctor. She had told me it had all been in my imagination, in a moment of fear, where an old childhood friend had come back to save me. She didn’t believe Rory either, because she had never taken him seriously regarding anything. Rory, my childhood friend and at that time boyfriend, also would rather forget what had happened. Well, the first days, even weeks, we had talked about nothing but the Doctor and the crazy events that had taken place, but then he had moved on. So Mels, mad at missing the Doctor, would keep asking me any sort of questions that Christmas. And I had to promise her, should the Doctor return, we would break her out and take her on adventures.

The Christmas after that, I also visited Mels – no words of the Doctor – and then spent Christmas Eve with Rory and his family. After I had told him I had no intention to visit my family this year, again, he had kept insisting on spending it with his family instead. Eventually, I had given in. I had always liked his family, they had always been friendly to me, but sometimes too friendly, too shallow in their conversations but at the same time too intrusive in their questions.

Before the dinner started, Rory pulled me aside, walking with me into the kitchen. I can still remember every little detail about that moment. The smell of the burned turkey, the slightly opened window to clear the smoke-filled air, and Rory’s very nervous, almost frightened face.

“Okay…so, there’s something…” He was taking several deep breaths in order to calm down, although that had rarely ever helped him calm his nerves. Had I not known him, I would have believed something terrible had happened. “You know,” he continued, “I was a bit annoying about you spending time with my family this year.”

“Yeah,” I simply replied.

“Well … there’s a reason for that,” he told me, his voice trembling more with every word spoken. “Something I wanted to do, but now … now I’m not sure how and when and…” He trailed off in his rambling.

“Rory,” I said then, laughing. “Take a deep breath and then tell me what you want to tell me.”

Another deep breath followed, and then he reached into the pocket of his jeans. The moment he took out a small box, exactly the size for a ring to fit in, the insides of my stomach started to turn, and for a short second I was not sure whether the cause had been joy or fear. When he opened it, and I saw the ring, I remember gasping slightly, but the feeling of fear had left me completely in that moment. He stood in front of me with the ring in his hand, which had been shaking so much, I was scared he might drop it, so I carefully took his hand into mine.

“I wanted to ask you, if you … if you want to marry me,” he said then. He had been looking at me the entire time, partly scared, partly hopeful, and so completely with love that I forgot to breathe for a second. However, his eyes had left mine then, looking down, as he said, “You know, I wanted to do it at dinner, properly, but then I thought … if you said no, that would be bad. And I didn’t want you to say yes just because you felt sorry for me, so I-“ He kept rambling on, looking at the floor, so in order to make him look up again – and also to shut him up - I had then taken his face into my hands, and once his eyes, still full of love and hope, had reached mine, I pulled him closer to kiss him.

“So…is that a yes?” Rory asked then as I pulled back, but leaving my hands around his neck, carefully caressing his hair. His hesitation and uncertainty made me realise then that perhaps my face was not showing my feelings properly, so I put on the brightest smile when I said, “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” I laughed, kissing him again.

We redid the proposal during dinner, and everyone was happy for us, obviously.

Among the laughter, childhood stories of us and champagne bottles, I suddenly came to the realisation that I was now an engaged woman. Not the little girl anymore. Not the girl who had spent hours sitting on the windowsill, looking out at the stars, waiting for the Doctor to come back. And who needed a Doctor when there was a Rory anyway?

But then, one night, I was awakened by a noise I never thought I would hear again. He had come back for me. Two years later, the Doctor came back. And I joined him. Forgetting about Rory, forgetting about Mels, I went on adventures with him. It was a childhood dream coming true, until the Doctor woke me up. He made the decision to take Rory with us, which, in retrospective, was the best decision he could’ve made. Well, there was that bit were Rory had died, but he came back to life, somehow. Most of you who are reading this probably know this story already, as I have written a whole novel about it – and yes, the story is true. But to summarise for everyone who is in the dark: We saved the entire universe and reset the timeline. Suddenly, I had parents. My parents never died, you see. They had been erased from time. And I brought them back to life. Like I had done with Rory before. Just my will against the universe. Not trying to boast here but that is pretty cool.

Anyways, suddenly there was that insane maze of memories inside my head. I remembered all my life, all the Christmases, with and without my parents. Suddenly, the scented candles had never left. Suddenly, Mels had spent Christmas at our house. Suddenly, Rory had proposed in front of my family, not his. But I still remembered the other Christmases as well. Like I said, a maze. Two different lives, but both real.

Then, we missed Christmas 2010. Weird to think about this now. I missed a whole Christmas. Not by not taking part in it, but by literally not being on Earth during that time. After mine and Rory’s wedding, we had left with the Doctor. Several months of traveling later, he dropped us off in February 2011. So, no Christmas. There was a Christmas 2012 though. But before I can get into that, there is some more backstory, because otherwise it would be way to insane to tell.

Now, this is a story I have never told before – or at least have never written about. And you will probably see why in a second.

I was pregnant which I had not known for a long time, because after the Doctor had dropped me and Rory off back on Earth, I had been kidnapped by some people calling themselves the Silence, which I can’t even remember ever happening. And I had been replaced by something called a Flesh, which is basically a clone, except that it only existed through my mental connection. So, I was in this place called Demon’s Run, somewhere in the future in space, but it felt like I was with the Doctor the entire time, going on adventures with him and Rory.

The connection between me and my clone had eventually been broken by the Doctor and I found myself at that place, pregnant, with contractions, giving birth … If you think that sounds bad, I can tell you it felt a hundred times worse than you could ever imagine. Which is why I have never written this story down before, and I why won’t go into details now either. Some things are better left unsaid.

What is important is that I had a child, a beautiful daughter called Melody, that I love with all my heart, despite everything that had happened. And then … then she had been taken away from me, kidnapped and raised as an assassin, raised to kill the Doctor.

And that girl turned out to be my friend, Mels, and she also was my other friend, River. Yes, I know, but stay with me. I had met my child several times throughout my life, without ever realising. First, by growing up with her, as my best friend Mels. Then, later, as a friend of the Doctor’s, taking part in some of our adventures, where she had also become my close friend. I know, that sounds confusing. Again, believe me, it’s even worse than it sounds. But it all turned out okay, eventually. I never saw Mels again, except for that time she had died and regenerated into River and then tried to kill the Doctor … But I met River again many more times. I never saw my baby again. I do love River with all my heart, however. And that is something.

So, at some point after all of that, the Doctor dropped me and Rory off back on Earth. He had bought us a new place, and Rory a car he loved, and we should’ve been happy, but I knew that this would be the last time I’d see the Doctor. The thing is, we had seen him die. A future version of him. And I knew that he knew. He had dropped us off to say goodbye.

Thankfully, River was there. A slightly older version of her. A version that had already lived through all this craziness a long time ago. She was there for us during that difficult time and also during Christmas as well. A few times I had tried talking to her about the Doctor, about his death, but I could never quite bring myself to do so. Rory was the one who had connected the dots; who had figured out that it would be her – our baby, our friend – who would kill the Doctor. I knew that it would have never been her intention. I knew she loved him. But it made sense that she would be the one, disguised in a space suit, killing him.

Then, the summer afterwards, I had woken up with a whole new bunch of memories buzzing inside my head, about a time that never was. A wedding between River and the Doctor in a weird, timeless place that resembled Earth, but not truly. Rory didn’t remember anything, but I realised what it was almost immediately: an alternative timeline. The Doctor had died. River had killed him, but only because he had insisted … After they had been married. Confusing again, I know, but at this point I couldn’t stop myself anymore: I invited River over, because I needed her in that moment. I told her about the Doctor’s death, and honestly, I was more than glad I had finally done so, after months of keeping my feelings and thoughts shut inside my head. Not only because it had helped unburden my heart, but mainly because she had intrusted me with a secret. A secret, I probably should not write out right now, but really, I doubt the Silence or anyone else of interest would read this story, so here it goes: He didn’t die. He was alive. He had faked his death, and River had always known.

River spent the next Christmas with us again. We waited for the Doctor to perhaps join us, but he didn’t come. Still, we had a beautiful time together.

Then, the next Christmas, he finally paid us a visit, had finally found the courage to tell us he wasn’t actually dead. I’m thankful River had told us before, because I would have most definitely punched him in the face otherwise. River joined us later, and we spent another beautiful Christmas together.

The year after that was the invasion of the cubes, another story I have published before. The Doctor had been gone for a while and didn’t come to visit us for Christmas, but River did, again. This time it was a younger River, so we had to be careful what we were talking about with her around, so to not share any accidental spoilers of her life. Overall, we still had a lot of fun. Well, until Rory’s dad came over.

He had entered, just rambling on about the weather outside, as if we had been expecting him. “So, are your parents coming, Amy? Oh, hello,” he added then, when he noticed River.

“Hello, I’m Brian.”

For a moment, every single one of us, even River, was speechless due to his sudden arrival.

“This is River,” I told him eventually. “She’s … she’s a friend of ours.” If River was in any way offended by my words, she didn’t let it show. She just smiled and reached out a hand to Brian, greeting him. “And no, my parents won’t come over,” I said then. “We’ll visit them tomorrow.”

“Oh, really?” Brian asked. “I know, I haven’t been in touch much with your family, but I’m ready to make changes. You know, spending Christmas alone isn’t really my thing anymore. Why don’t you invite them over? If they don’t have any other plans, of course.”

I was certain that, would I ask my parents, they would surely join us, but for a moment I thought that perhaps I should just tell him that they did, in fact, have plans of their own. We had kept declining their attempts to invite themselves to our Christmas celebrations, because we simply preferred spending time with River and the Doctor on Christmas Eve. It had become some kind of tradition, at least with River, and it was nice to have some structure and certainty in the otherwise uncertain life we led. And in our minds, all of them in one room had not appeared to be a good idea.

Still, I felt somewhat sorry for Brian, and I also knew that we would not be able to get rid of him either way, so I just said, “Sure, I’ll give them a call.”

After he had left to put the presents he had brought under the Christmas tree, River turned around to us, still a smile on her face. “I think it’s probably the best if I leave then.”

“No, stay,” I told her sincerely.

“I doubt that’s the best idea,” she replied, smiling.

“We don’t have to invite them over,” Rory said immediately. “My dad is fine on his own.”

River, shaking her head, replied, “You should be with your family. I have this,” she pointed at her vortex manipulator. “I can have Christmas whenever I want.”

She left shortly after that, and we spent Christmas with our family. Well, our other family. Or part of our family. Another part was missing.

After that Christmas, I made a decision. I had always known it wouldn’t be easy to tell my family about anything surrounding the Doctor. They had kept asking, and I had usually avoided their questions, but it was time to tell them the most important story of all.

I wasn’t even sure if I had never told them about River – Melody – because I knew they’d have a hard time understanding it, or because I was afraid of talking about it. About making it real. Somehow, in my mind, I could always separate those different people - Melody, Mels, River. I knew they were the same, but my relationship with them was different. Melody was the baby I had lost. Mels was the childhood friend I knew I would never see again. And River was the present, was one of my best friends, but she was neither Melody nor Mels, not really. I knew it wasn’t different for River. She had always known I was her mother, whenever she had met me previously, while I had been unaware. And sometimes I wondered whether she wanted me to be that person - her mother. She never said it, though, not even implied it. When she called me ‘mother’, it was usually in a less serious way, often jokingly. But I was her mother. And it was time that my parents knew that, too.

So, some time in November, Rory and I gathered my parents and his dad around in our living room. I had never been this nervous in my life before – and that said a lot. I was happy that Rory had been next to me, I’m sure I’d have never gone through with it if it wasn’t for him.

Then we told them. All of it.

Brian took it fairly well. I guess he had seen enough insanity in recent times. My parents needed a second. My dad continued calling me every day after that, always with a new reassuring message, that he loved me and wanted to meet River. My mum took a bit longer. I think she was a slightly scared. But as Christmas rolled around, and River appeared, my mum was suddenly smiling. This time, we were all together … well, except for one person.

Now, the Doctor had kept visiting us, and he had continued to take us on adventures, after letting us know he was not really dead, but he wasn’t there for Christmas. So, River had promised us to get him next time.

And then there it was. Christmas 2016. River appeared, the Doctor at her side. My parents were there, Rory’s dad was with them. A true family Christmas. If only we had known it would be the last.

Really, in a way, it’s beautiful. We didn’t know at that time, but we made that last Christmas memorable. Back then, I had hoped for more Christmases like that. A naïve way to think when you travel with the Doctor.

Rory and I had been sent back in time by a Weeping Angel. 1938 to be exact. None of our parents were even born yet and we were stuck in New York City. Where we also had to die. Or Rory did. Because I had seen his gravestone, which was the reason why the Doctor couldn’t come and get us. He would create a paradox, on top of several more paradoxes we had already created during that time, which, according to his words, could blow up New York. I had chosen to be here. My name had never been on that gravestone, but I hoped it was now.

That first Christmas we spent in a tiny, mouldy flat. It was cold, but we made due. Rory continued working as a nurse. Well, there was a world war about to happen, so there would be more than enough work for him to do.

That Christmas, however, we received a special gift. The manuscript to a book. A book River had written about our adventures in New York, right before the Angels had sent us back. A book, I had already read in some parts, because we had seen it before. Attached to it was a letter by River, which I still have with me. The paper now shines in a yellow hue, and the writing has faded slightly, but it’s still perfectly readable.

Dear Amy and Rory,

I’m sorry I have to contact you like this. I know I could come and visit you. I really could. Just using my vortex manipulator, I could go and talk to you, spend more time with you. I wanted to do it, but I decided against it. And please don’t take this the wrong way. I want to see you, more than anything, but I’m also afraid. Afraid, that the temptation would be too great. Could either of you, or me, really resist the possibility of getting you out of there? You know, I could get you back, right now. Back to your life, to your family. But then, we would risk a paradox, might risk the lives of thousand and millions of people. And in all honesty, I can’t tell you what way I would decide if I saw you, so I chose to stay where I am.

The Doctor is fine. I’m with him right now. He’ll be okay, and I hope you are too. I really hope you both are together, and are happy and love each other. That is all that matters. I sent you the manuscript to that damned book. I’ve finished writing it, but I need someone to publish it. I know you kept talking about writing books, Amy, even if you’ve never seriously considered it before. Now, I know that this is my story, but perhaps it can get you a foot in the door. When you get it published, please add an afterword, for the Doctor. He misses you and I feel like he would listen to you, so please tell him what he needs to hear.

I miss you, too. I wish I could come and see you, but I already told you why I can’t do so. However, if you want to talk to me, write me a letter, I attached an address. Please don’t come and visit it. I probably won’t be there either way, but I’ll check the mailbox every now and then, so you can send me letters from your time. Perhaps we can stay in touch that way.

I love you,

Melody

I had actually published the book. It took a while, but eventually I had found a publisher. And it became a bestseller. I’m also assuming you’ve read said book, if you’re reading this one now. So, yeah, the events were real, written out of the perspective of my daughter. We had also kept in touch with River through letters. We understood why she could not visit us, and we were not mad at her at all, because we, too, would probably take the opportunity to get out.

Several Christmases came and went now. No time traveling and missing Christmases and waiting for the Doctor anymore. That was in the past. Instead, we just lived our lives. Rory continued his work in the medical field, and I kept writing stories. Stories about our adventures with the Doctor. Some were a bit exaggerated, I admit, but for the most part it really was that crazy.

Then, in 1946, Rory and I decided to adopt a baby boy. We named him Anthony, and that Christmas we spent with our new, two-year-old son. We had always wanted more children, but after what had happened to me at Demon’s Run, sadly I couldn’t get pregnant anymore. Due to our insane and occasionally quite dangerous life, however, we had decided against adoption, as we were afraid, even if we did not travel with the Doctor anymore, that this part of our life would still eventually catch up with us. But now, that part was gone. Our family was gone, but we built a new one.

As the years went by, and our calm and happy life continued, things started to get a little more difficult again. Both, me and Rory, realised we were entering a weird time. For once, our parents had been born. They lived now, the same time we did. It was hard to resist the urge to go and visit them. But really, what should we tell them? And then there was 1969. We knew we had been there, in Florida and Washington. Our younger versions. Me, pregnant, not knowing yet. The Doctor. River. And then we realised River wasn’t just there once, but twice.

River had told us a bit about her childhood. She had said she couldn’t remember much, but I remembered her saying she regenerated as a little girl in New York in 1970. So, when that year arrived, I started looking for her. Rory had told me that it was a foolish thing too do, that the city was big and that I would only be devastated should I not find her, but I didn’t care. I kept looking. And eventually, I found a little girl.

She was about three or four, lost in the streets, but weirdly smart. She could communicate with me well, not like you would expect from a child that age. But that wasn’t what made me sure it was her. I just knew.

When I had taken her home, Rory wasn’t immediately convinced.

“What’s your name?” I eventually asked her, when I realised I hadn’t done so before. I had been so certain it was here that it had never even occurred to me to ask.

“Melody,” the girl replied. Then, as my heart made a jump, I saw Rory turning completely white. I went to give Melody something to eat in kitchen before I went back to the living room, where Rory still stood in shock.

“Don’t you see?” I said, tears in my eyes. “River told us about that old married couple taking her in back in New York. Now look at us,” I added. We were both well into our sixties now. Obviously, I looked better than him, but still, for a little girl we were both pretty old. “We were that old couple.”

Now, the tears also appeared in Rory’s eyes. “We can’t…”

“Of course we can,” I said. “We’ve already done it.”

It took a while to convince Rory, but eventually we decided to take care of her. We found a nice orphanage for her to live in, because we knew she couldn’t stay with us, as River had told us so, but every weekend she visited, and every Christmas we celebrated together. Me, Rory, Melody and Anthony. This was our family now, and the many Christmases we spent together made me almost forget the life we had before. Seventeen years of Christmas like this, until 1988. That was the year Rory died. He died the year he was born. The thing is, I had always known it would happen soon. I had remembered the age on Rory’s gravestone. Somehow, I had hoped I would die before him. Both, Anthony and Melody, were grown now. They didn’t need me anymore. But here I was, no Rory, just me and our children, one not knowing she was our child.

We had eventually told Anthony everything, including who Melody was. Despite us adopting him later in our lives, he was older than her and even though she didn’t know it, he cared for her like an older brother would. And we kept spending Christmas together, although times changed. Anthony had gotten married and I now had a granddaughter. Rory never met her, but he had known that she was on her way, so that was something. He knew we had a grandchild.

Now Anthony had another family, and while he spent Christmas with his in-laws, I decided to stay with Melody. Just like Mels and River, Melody had already decided to get herself into a lot of trouble. I had to keep an eye out for her, but I also didn’t want her to get too attached to me. The 1990s arrived and I knew Melody would soon go and meet my younger self. My younger self, that had just been born, across the sea… I knew I had to let go of her soon, while knowing everything she was about to go through.

Last Christmas I was putting up the decorations, thinking about whether I should encourage Melody to leave, while knowing I could never ever push her away, when someone knocked on the door.

“Did you forget your keys again, Melody?” I mumbled as I walked towards the door. “Or lost them? I swear, if I have to change the lock again, I’ll get you … River!”

I had opened the door and just starred at the person standing in front of me. It was Melody, but not the young version. It was her grown up version. A face I hadn’t seen in decades.

She just stared at me too, before a careful smile appeared on her face and she said, “Hello, Amy.”

I was simply speechless for a moment, at a loss of words like I had never been before. I had been sure that I would never see her again. When I didn’t say anything, River asked, “Is my younger self here or can I come in?”

“Er … no, no, just me. Come in.” I let her through the door and as we walked towards the living room I had just been decorating, I asked, “How do you know you were here as a kid? Did you always know?”

River turned around, still a smile on her lips. “I figured it out when you sent me that letter about adopting Anthony. And I remembered your names were Mr. and Mrs. Williams. That was just too much of a coincidence.”

I sat down with her on the sofa. “I thought you said you couldn’t visit us.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t have my vortex manipulator with me.” She showed me her empty wrist where her vortex usually was attached to. “I hid it away before I came here,” she explained. “I thought, after all those years, you might not want to get back, but I didn’t want to test it.”

I was glad she didn’t. Because, in all honesty, I didn’t know what I would do given the chance. Anthony had his own family, Melody would leave soon, and Rory was gone. It would have been good to see my family again.

“Rory is dead,” I told River then.

“I know,” she said.

“He would’ve loved to meet you again, too,” I said then. It wasn’t meant as an accusation, I was simply curious on why she decided to get here now.

“I know,” she replied with a sigh. “This visit wasn’t planned. I just thought about you both, specifically you, on this Christmas. With Rory gone and my younger self about to leave. Then I decided to get here. Talk with you for a bit, perhaps.” She smiled again, but this time it was a sad smile, and I noticed she started to fumble with the edges of the dress she was wearing, almost as if she were nervous. She rarely ever did that. “And also, I didn’t know whether you knew, but it was you who told my younger self back then to go and find you and Rory. I know I could’ve also told you that in a letter, but…”

“…but you came either way,” I said, smiling. “It’s great to see you again, River.”

We spent the next hours talking in the still not completely decorated living room. I told her all the details about my life in New York that never made it into my letters to her. She told me about what she had been up to lately, told me about my parents which I had asked her to comfort about my absence, and how the Doctor was doing.

Eventually, the door opened and Anthony walked into the living room. “Hey, I just wanted to check in with you and … oh, hello,” he said as he realised that I wasn’t alone.

“Hello, Anthony,” said River and Anthony just stared at her, confused at her for knowing his name.

“Anthony, this is River,” I told him, and slowly I could see the realisation hit him as he looked back and forth between us, stunned.

“River … you mean … Melody?” he asked, now staring at her carefully.

River gave him a smile. “Yes, that is me. But if I remembered correctly,” she added, gazing up at the clock, “I’ll be here soon. So, I’ll have to leave you two alone.” She got up and I walked her to the door, leaving a bewildered Anthony behind.

“You know, I always wondered,” I said then as she walked into the hallway, preparing myself to ask the question I wanted to since River had arrived. “When I got sent back by the Angel … did my name appear on that gravestone next to Rory’s?”

River looked at me, a sadness in her eyes that told me more than she probably wanted to. “Yes,” she said. “If not, I could just take my vortex and get you back to your time.”

“I know. That’s why I asked,” I told her. “You know, I never knew whether it was just Rory, and you simply didn’t visit us because you knew I wouldn’t leave him,” I said. “Now, I believe that also means that you know when I die.”

River’s smile faded. “Yes.”

I just nodded at her, putting a smile on my lips. Her eyes stared at me, with that sadness again, and even though I now looked noticeably older than her, I knew she was probably far higher age that I was. Her eyes had started to resemble more and more the way the Doctor used to look at me. All that age and wisdom and knowledge that most of the time felt more like a burden than anything else. Perhaps dying wasn’t too bad.

“Merry Christmas,” I told her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. The last time I had done that, she had been a baby.

“Merry Christmas,” River replied, the smile back on her face.

I spent that Christmas Eve with Melody. I convinced her to go look for her parents. On Christmas Day, Anthony and his family came for a visit. I took it all in. After that, I decided to write down this story. I know it will be the last story I will ever tell. Perhaps it is the only story that ever mattered.

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Books I Read in 2023 (Part 3)

21. Doctor Who: Death Riders by Justin Richards and Heart of Stone by Trevor Baxendale

A two-for-one novel with two great stories featuring the Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, and Rory Williams. Out of the two I enjoyed the Death Riders more, but I also will read anything Justin Richards writes for Doctor Who because he just gets the series. The TARDIS team arrive on an asteroid that was previously used for mining, but now is hosting a carnival. A mystery unfolds as the roller coaster crew inches too close to the forbidden tunnels and a performers pet alien turns out to be controlling him to open the secret cave of his race, which the Doctor must fight with the local marching band. Heart of Stone finds the three back on Earth at a farm that is failing, but also suddenly finds itself covered in moon rock. When a moon rock monster attacks and turns the farmer to stone, his daughter has to learn why, only to find out her fiancé knows all about it since he works in the lab that was studying this mystery moon rock.

22. Changes by Jim Butcher (Book #12 of the Dresden Files)

I have said it again and again, and even though I know its coming, I’m not looking forward to Harry and Murphy getting together. But that didn’t mean I wanted Susan to come back with the news that Harry has a daughter! I guess Butcher felt the need to amp up the personal danger and of course the kidnapping of her by the Red Court does amp this up. It was also great to see all of Harry’s allies help him out, but there didn’t need to be the stakes that were present. Like I’m still sad Thomas has given into his darker nature and his accidental preying on Molly was disturbing. Still it was good to see Murphy with a sword (she can’t fight it forever), and I love that Sansa is still just as humorous as he always was. But now that Harry has become Mab’s White Knight, I’m worried about how that changes the series.

23. Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

Who doesn’t know the musical? Of course, it’s the most famous and longest running musical of all time, but the story behind it is a little bit more sinister as crazy as that is to believe. Sure the book and the musical actually do follow quite a bit of the story, but the biggest change is the role of the Persian and the Phantom’s history is morphed and changed by making Madame Ghery more important of a character in the musical. I frankly liked the Persian (though a slightly racist depiction) and the history that Phantom was a famous torturer to the Sultaness in Persia. It explains some of his devious traps. But it was fun to sing the music as I read along.

24. Heaven Cent by Piers Anthony (Book #11 of the Xanth Series)

Even the puns couldn’t save this novel. I always thought the perspective of a child tamed the sexism of Piers Anthony, but this novel instead of being “innocent” tiptoed a little too closely into the world of pedophilia for my liking and especially fresh after ready a novel of actual childhood sexual assault, the antics of these magical women kidnapping and hoping to eventually have children with a nine-year-old Dolph was not welcoming or entertaining, but creepy. I don’t know how much more of Xanth I can really endure because while the rest of the plot of the other companions were fine, these lines of creepiness are getting more and more uncomfortable as they come.

25. A Tale of Magic by Chris Colfer

I didn’t realize until the end of this novel that this was a spinoff prequel to the rest of Colfer’s magic series and it then made sense why so much of this novel was a warm hug and return to his writing. But even though we get to learn of the Fairy Godmother’s origins, Brystal Evergreen’s story is both heroic, tragic, and super relatable. I think a lot of that has to do with the way Colfer coded this book to relate so heavily and so strongly to the Queer community through the community building of the magic community. And to have characters that not only related to that like Xanthous was, but also just to the feeling of being out of place and not relating to the world was so welcoming, that it was hard not for me to relate and cheer for Brystal. Especially in the beginning as she rebelled against such an oppressive society against women.

26. Deeply Odd by Dean Koontz (Book #6 of the Odd Thomas series)

I really liked this book except I’m so confused on why it set up all these amazing and cool new elements right before the final book. Especially because as Odd even notes in this novel, technically these aren’t supposed to be released while he’s alive so why give us cool new characters and connections just to lose it all? Still, I loved meeting Mrs Fischer, her mysterious life, and incredible limosine as she takes Odd in to race to save children from death of a Rhinestone Cowboy. And the fact that she is part of a group of people who normally come across these dangers to fix them and ushers Odd in is heartwarming. But coming across the cultists who attacked Pico Mundo Mall and knowing that’s where we are going back to, its also setting up for the penultimate fight.

27. We Are Displaced by Malala Yousafzai

A very tragic collection of stories from Malala and other young women who have been displaced due to war, oppressive regime, and tragedy and what they are fighting to overcome. Not going to lie, this was very hard to read given everything going on with Palestine and it makes my heart ache that so many people don’t survive this story. But these young ladies courageous journeys and continued fight for education is heartwarming and I’m glad that they all have gathered together to make it better for girls and women around the world.

28. Mark of Athena by Rick Riordan (Book #3 in the Heroes of Olympus Series)

I finally caught up to all the fan art scenes I knew about with this book and while yes I knew how it ended, it was still as gut wrenching of a hit. Percabeth in Tartarus!!! But truly, this was fun mainly because I appreciated getting to be inside Annabeth’s head for a quarter of the novel. I relate a whole lot to her and how she went about her quest, letting her drive to complete it and save her friends, help her overcome her fear, it was great. But I don’t think I can judo flip my boyfriend lol. At least they are together. I also liked how ‘The Seven’ interacted and worked together. I was worried that having all of them would pull the story too much, but the way it balanced on each of them, including Frank, Hazel, and Jason, whose perspectives we don’t get to see was well done. Also, poor Nico. I, like Percy, am still mad at him for how he treated Percy, but I’m glad that didn’t stop him from being kind or rescuing him. Hopefully Nico will be able to help, but I want to see his perspective on things so hopefully soon I’ll get my wish.

29. Innocence by Dean Koontz (with a prelude short story called Wilderness)

I can definitely tell this came after Odd, because Addison can monologue like Odd and its kind of annoying, but because his mostly had to do with his history it fit well with the story. Honestly I had no idea where it could go given that it was about Addison, so well hidden from the world meeting a gothed out Gwyneth who has seen some shit, but also seems to know way more than she lets on. As they flee a creep of a museum curator, find these haunting marionettes, and try and rescue a comatose child we get more and more of Addison’s backstory, but up until the end we don’t understand why people can’t tolerate his appearance. But I’ll admit, not a fan of the reason at the end because it had religious undertones and it was just weird.

30. The Olympian Affair by Jim Butcher (Book #2 of the Cinder Spires)

I'll admit, I may have forgotten a good chunk of what happened in Book 1 because it took Butcher so long to get back to this series, but I am so glad he did. It was easy to get back into and meet all our favorite characters again. Plus the stakes in this novel were high and fascinating to follow. From the politics and drama of the duels in Olympia, to Bridget's and Benedict's journey to the surface to find a cat willing to take in new 'halflings' as Prince Rowl put it, there was never an end to the suspense and action. I loved all the different stories, including Espira, who I like a whole lot even though he was responsible for the events against Albion in the first book. But he is a man of honor, so I wonder what will happen to him on the way back to Aurora. Meanwhile, the fallout between Abigail and Alex is sad, though I understand Alex's fury completely because if Grimm wasn't as full of surprises as he is, I too would have been mad at her for having gotten them killed. I hope they will reconcile and I do respect Abigail's decision not to tell him about her pregnancy during that argument. I'm also excited for Bridget and Benedict and am glad they survived. But the one I'm scared for is Gwen, especially since she has to team up with Cavendish. Hopefully it doesn't take eight years to get book three to find out.

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