#{trevor going hard dad mode here and i live for it I LOVE A DAD!!!!}

[cursefelled]

@cursegiven​ said: i cannot ride to battle like this. ( let him leggies be free ) || 𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙴   𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽   𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

“Simon.” Exasperated. A frown pinches the elder’s brow as the coat is slung tighter about the other man’s shoulders, buckled and fastened with a certain finality that brooks no argument. Nor does the look in Trevor’s wise old eyes as either hand thumps his distant son upon the shoulders. “The ride is days long through the mountains upon the snow and ice. It will be treacherous even well-dressed for the occasion. You will not be joining us at all if you are not to garb responsibly. The least we would need is for you to catch chill, or frostbite--or, God forbid, your own death. T’would be a shame for a hero to meet his end for foolishness’ sake. You will wear what you are told.”

[novadreii]

my thoughts on castlevania s4 SPOILERS obviously

wow, i was actually impressed with hector for once. he collected the last wit about him to turn his situation around and take his balls out of lenore’s hands back into his pants. i thought he would go sicko mode on her and feared it getting a little revenge misogynistic, but i was pleasantly surprised at how civilized it was between them up until the end.

lenore was a little useless, wasn’t she? i half expected her to go, “you know what? fuck diplomacy” and just go mach 1 on everyone. eh.

isaac, oh. isaac. my favorite secondary character. wanders the desert conquesting, killing and raising the dead which made him realize things. he realized so much he marched right into carmilla’s castle while her beserker and army were away and owned her ass. good for him.

carmilla. oh, carmilla. tied with isaac for my favorite. so determined and single-minded that she sent away all her forces while she schemed in her fortress. she depended too hard on her partners doing all the work for her, and as a result she wasn’t much of a thinker, just a bloody, murdery doer. for example, she didn’t think that there were other formidable forces in the world that may want to impede her whole world domination plan? did she forget about isaac, out in the world rogue forgemastering? that was a threat she should have checked on before going global. she got too greedy, too quickly, and she paid the ultimate price for it. she went out like a fucking boss though, and i was pleased with her arc overall. as far as villains go, her raison d’etre was relatable and hard to argue with. 

the dialogue style is both one of my favorite parts of the show but also at times a pain point for me. when it’s good, it’s relaxed, comfortable and realistic and the characters play off each other really well with it (like quipping back and forth during battle which i normally hate but works well here). when it’s bad, it’s a little cringe. some dialogue scenes went on wayyyyy too long while the characters repeated things they’d literally just said verbatim, which is awkward af in screenwriting. i.e. Isaac telling Hector twice in the space of 30 seconds “Dracula earned his rest.” which is odd because impactful phrases like this usually are not repeated so as not to, yknow, dilute their impact. Also Carmilla waxing spiteful about “evil old men” and repeating some variation of the phrase 15 times in one scene. lastly, the liberal sprinkling of the word “fuck” in every other line is also like, mostly welcome but once or twice just sounded silly given the context of the scene. i’m nitpicking, here.

saint-germain. Idk much about his woman, but she definitely seemed worth slaughtering a village and raising dracula from the dead for. violent and hot as fuck, she never uttered a single word which i want to think is indicative of something but what? did we ever figure out why she kept eluding him via dimension-jumping? imagine she was trying to get away from him all this time lol. yikes.

the smartest people in this whole show are the vampire lesbians who peace tf out immediately when they see their castle is under siege and figure out carmilla is dead. LOL at them assuming useless lenore is dead too (bc, she’s useless) and just leaving her there. they packed their shit up, moved out west, presumably to build a lover’s stronghold where they could just be in vampire love forever. GOOD FOR THEM.

trevor: continued to drunkenly yell Fuck while being masterfully proficient immediately at any weapon he picks up, though eventually always ending up using his fists like the brawler he is.

sypha: if she met the avatar, she'd be like “lmao, you can ‘bend’ the elements, huh? i can use them in ways that would make your skin crawl and your head explode to even think about. sit the fuck down.”

alucard: adorable himbo with a heart of gold, needs a tough as nails gf to jerk him out of his moods and organize his kitchen for him. another round of good for him. i was a little scared they would kill off his gf but that would have been unimaginably cruel considering what he went through in s3. alucard had imo the best/most stylish fight sequences of the season. and they know what we’re about, since he was shirtless or at least in a very deep V cut most of the time. thank you.

i had 2 major predictions for this season going into it: trevor would die (permanently), and sypha would have a kid/get pregnant. i was 75% on the money.

i liked the ending message of why humans win these wars against vampires despite being slow meatbags compared to them. the vampires’ fatal flaw is resistance to change, provoked by their immortality, arrogance, and insatiable desire for power in order to provide themselves long term stability in the world. whereas humanity’s best trait is the polar opposite: adaptability. throughout history, the ability to adapt has been proven to be the determining factor in a species’ survival. vampires, for all their god-like strengths, prove to be no exception to this rule. alucard, with his human heart, is the only one with vampire blood who has proven he can make major changes and overcome personal prejudices to live a better life.

And my final thoughts on the ending are: everyone major got a satisfying end to their arc. BUT. it was just too happy. either trevor should have stayed dead, OR dracula and lisa should have gone back to hell. but not both. having everyone come back to life and go on to skip in fields just seems contrary to the tone and messaging of the whole show, which is pretty high up on the edginess scale.

i love a bittersweet ending in general, so i’m biased. imo, the joy of a mostly good ending is rendered all that much sweeter by reflecting on what was lost to obtain it. imagine:

alternate ending 1: trevor comes back, the gang lives happily ever after at Belmont Village or wtvr they name it, BUT. we see alucard lost in thought thinking about his parents, how he saw a flash of their souls during the penultimate battle. there’s regret there, the regret of shit left unsaid and shitty family dynamics unsolved. we cut immediately back to hell, with lisa and dracula embracing, maybe whispering a few lines of doomed lovers dialogue and something about their son. they’re in hell, but ultimately, they’re together. cut back to alucard, yanked out of his sad thoughts by his pretty gf who won’t let him get too deep in the weeds. shot pans out of them together with the gang. the end.

alternate ending 2: trevor is DEAD dead. sypha stays with alucard and the gang at belmont farms and raises her kid. maybe we get a 2 year timeskip and we see the little shit have some of his dad in him/her. sypha is sad about trevor but doesn’t mope about it. she runs that town like it’s a business. alucard is the best uncle to that kid & the orphans they could ask for. everyone gets trained in ass-kicking next door at the belmont hold. lisa and dracula are miraculously alive through whatever convoluted bs makes it work, and contemplate one day moving back to see their son. dracula has a moment to realize that his family is mostly human, and what he loves in them he can learn to tolerate from all of humanity.

don’t those feel happy but just. TINGED. with just enough sadness to be more memorable? idk i may just be a masochist.

i haven’t mentioned the technical aspects such as animation and direction because they were amazing. really, really incredible animation that is going to be hard to follow up (and netflix is going to make copycats of this formula, you bet your ass they will). where cgi was used, it was excellent and barely detectable, really well integrated with 2d. so engaging to watch.

overall: 9/10

[imagine-by-susu]

Father!Sherlock x Daughter!Reader - The new Redbeard

A/N: Reader is 15 years old in this! And! DOG! I love dogs so much and boom here it is. Thanks for anon for this request. Sherlock may be a little bit OOC Word Count: 1.419

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

GIF IS NOT MINE!

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Nothing in this world slipped through your fathers waking gaze. Sometimes it was a good thing, but most of the time it was annoying. Being the child of the worlds only Consulting Detective was a hard piece of cake. A curse and a blessing. But now it was just a curse all together. After school was over you made your way back to 221 b Baker street where you lived with your father. Taking a shortcut through an alley like always, you stopped in your tracks when you heard something in one of the dumpsters. Not really sure if you just imagined it or not you made up your mind to check. Thanks to your Uncle John you know how to act when danger is right around the corner. So, ready to defend yourself from whatever had made that noise, you opened the dumpster but loosened up when you found a small little puppy wincing between all the trash. You don’t know why, but you always had a soft spot for dogs, no matter the race or the age. “Oh no. Poor little puppy.” you softly sad, carefully holding out a hand to him. The small ball of dirty fur winced and took a few steps back. It broke your heart to see it. What kind of monster had hurt this innocent creature?! But after a little while the puppy nudged your outstretched hand with his nose and slowly you rubbed your hand over his head. “Let’s bring you out of here.” you muttered bringing the puppy into your arms and bringing him back to the Baker street. Before you opened the door you tugged the small dog into your coat, hoping your father wouldn’t notice. For years you had begged for a dog, but you only received a simple no without any explanation. You just assumed that your Father hated dogs. So, carefully you got into the house looking around slowly. Mrs. Hudson who came downstairs with a tray in her hands smiled at you. “Oh, hello (Y/N) dear. How was school?” she asked you with a kind smile on her face.

You smiled back at the landlady. “Boring as ever, Mrs. Hudson.” you said and she gave you a look you recognized anywhere. It was one of the ‘you are just like your father’ looks. With a solemn nod you ran up the stairs in hopes to get away from your father quickly so you could take care of the little puppy that hid under your coat. When you opened the flat door you let out a breath you didn’t know you where holding as you saw no one in the living room. Noises came from the kitchen so you presumed that your Father was in there to do god knows what. Quietly you closed the door and tried to sneak into your room when a voice stopped you mid-way. “And where are we going?” came your fathers voice. You only turned your head around to look at the famous Sherlock Holmes alias your father. “My room, obviously.” you said with a grin on your face and your father crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you hiding under your coat?” he asked and your grip on your coat a bit tighter which got not unnoticed by him. “Nothing.” you quickly responded but a little bark betrayed your words. “(Y/N) Holmes, did you bring a dog into this flat!?” it was more a fact than a question and with a say you opened your coat to reveal the shaking and dirtied puppy. “I said no to dogs and you know that.” he scolded you with a pointed finger but you rolled your eyes. Your father was always so different from other parents but in this point, he was just like all the others. “Yes, I know, but look at him, Dad. Someone just threw him into a dumpster and left him all alone.” you hold the puppy out to the tall man but he only eyes you with a glare. “(Y/N); I said no.” “Why do you hate dogs so much?!” you asked him a bit louder than you had attend. “You can’t just tell me to let him go back to the streets! He will die!” but your father didn’t seem to hear anything you said. “No, means no. A dog is just a distraction.” he simply said turning around, for him the conversation was over. “Alright.” you muttered. “But I will take care of it until he is healthy enough so I can bring him to the next animal shelter.” you demanded making Sherlock stop in his tracks to turn back to you. Knowing this determined look in your (Y/E/C), he sighed and gave in and returned back to the kitchen.

- You bathed the puppy, getting rid of all the dirt and that god awful smell and fed him probably, you even prepared a make shift bed in your room so the little guy wouldn’t disturb your father by his work. The entire day you hadn’t spoke to one another. That was normal when you two wouldn’t agree on something. Sometimes you questioned yourself who the teenager of you both was. As most of the time you ate dinner by yourself but put a plate down onto the coffee table for your father in hopes he would eat at least one bite. It seemed like today wasn’t one of those days. Files, probably from Lestrade, sprawled all over the floor and your father sat in his armchair, eyes closed and hands folded under his chin. With a sigh you gave him one last look before you made your way to your room, the little dog following you with a wagging tail. “Good night, Dad.” you said, knowing that you wouldn’t receive a response from him. Laying down on your bed you watched the dog sniffing around in your room for a while before he made his way to the make shift to lay down. “Don’t blame him little guy. Dad, is just a difficult man. Sometimes I think he doesn’t even like me.” you muttered before you yawned and decided it was a good time to go to sleep. - In the middle of the night you woke up. No particular reason, really, but the sudden feel of your dry throat made you groan. Still in half sleep mode you got up from your warm bed and made your way to the kitchen to grab some glass of water. The lights in the living room were still turned which meant that your father was still awake, more or less at least, but when you heard his voice speaking to probably no one in particular you thought he gone completely nuts now. Confused about that you silently made your way over to the living room only to almost trip over the sight. There sat your father crossed legged on the floor, his head hanging low and the puppy you brought home in his arms, licking over his face while your dad muttered words to the little guy. “I’m calling you Redbeard. You like that name? Yes, you do. You will be a great detective dog.” “Dad?” you lowly said making the man turn around in surprise. It was unusual for him to be surprised, but it was always unusual for him to act like this. Still with the puppy in his arms he looked up at you. “Maybe we can keep Redbeard.” he muttered looking down at the puppy who wagged his tail happily. “Redbeard?” you asked with a risen eyebrow before you joined your father on the floor. “Yes. Redbeard was once my friend…” he muttered and you looked up at his face. He held something you would describe as pain. “Well his name wasn’t actually Redbeard. His name was Victor Trevor.” he started and you listened to him, talking about his best friend he had when he was a kid, how his sister, your aunt, Eurus had killed him in jealousy. “You tricked your mind into believing he was a dog?” you asked after he finished, the new Redbeard now nestled into the crook of your fathers’ arm. “It was unbelievable for me at first as well, but yes.” he nodded at that and you simply leant your head onto his shoulder and smiled. “Your such a big softy, Dad.” you muttered petting the dog in his arm. “Don’t tell John about that.” he muttered and you chuckled making him smile lightly.

[tenroseforeverandever]

Dear Father Christmas… Chapter 24: December 24, 2039

MASTERPOST

Characters:  Tentoo; Rose Tyler; Jackie Tyler; Pete Tyler; Tony Tyler; OC Hope Tyler-Noble; OC Charlotte Tyler-Noble; OC Wilfred Tyler-Noble; OC Therin Thomson; Javic Thane; Gray Thane; OC Tianza; the TARDIS; OC Abby Tyler-Milne; OC Trevor Tyler-Milne;

Rated: Teen

Tags: Family!Fic; Kid!Fic; Pete’s World; Letters to Santa; Christmas Fic; Family; Fluff; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; Romance; Love; gun violence; violence resulting in death; life-threatening injury; life threatening situations; life threatening illness; original characters

Summary: When Rose Tyler was little, she always wrote a Christmas wish list to Father Christmas. As she grew older, the wish list became more of a letter to someone she could confide in once a year, but she fell out of the habit somewhere along the way. Now, as a new mum, celebrating her daughter’s first Christmas, Rose takes up writing her Christmas letter to Father Christmas once again.

Rose’s Christmas letters are excerpts from her life with her beloved Tentoo and their children in Pete’s World, written once a year, for each of 31 years.

Chapter Summary: Despite having so many reasons to celebrate throughout the past year, Rose can’t quite manage to feel as happy as she ought to.

Notes: So, any ideas for posting chapters of this story throughout the summer and fall went completely out the window… Nevertheless, with the Christmas season upon us, please enjoy another installment of Rose’s annual letter to Father Christmas. I am intending to complete this story this year. Only seven chapters to go after this one!

Thanks to @doctorroseprompts for their 31 Days of Ficmas, 2017 prompts. The one I’m using today is Ring.

My brilliant betas, @rose–nebula and mrsbertucci: are still putting up with me. They talk through things with me and provide me with endless inspiration. Thank-you, my luvs!

Also read at: AO3; FF.net; Teaspoon

December 24th, 2039

Dear Father Christmas,

We’ve had so many reasons to celebrate over the past year. I just wish I could feel as happy as I ought to. You know the saying, “the smile didn’t reach someone’s eyes”? Well that’s how I feel: like I should be thrilled and excited – and I’m almost there – but there’s this weight pressing down on me I can’t quite shake. I just feel so sad, not to mention, bloody guilty. Here it is, Christmas Eve, and we’re about to decorate the tree. After the year we’ve had, I should have that warm, fuzzy, Christmassy feeling. Instead, I feel like you’ve gone and left a lump of coal in the pit of my stomach. The Doctor keeps telling me not to be so hard on myself, that it wasn’t my fault. But it really was…

But enough of that! I’ll give you the good news first, yeah?

So, back in February, on Valentine’s Day, after four years of steady dating, Gray finally proposed to Hope. I was thrilled for them. I couldn’t ask for a better match for my little girl. They’re such a lovely pair; they work side by side, partners in every sense of the word – such a great team. He grounds her when she needs grounding and lifts her up and encourages her when her (well-hidden) insecurities kick in.

Mum was, of course, beside herself. It’s been a few years since she’s had a wedding to sink her teeth into. She (and Dad) have offered the mansion and grounds for the ceremony and reception, but much to her chagrin, the two lovebirds don’t seem to be in any rush to tie the knot. They’re perfectly happy, living in sin (Mum’s words! She should talk… all those years on the Estate, bringing home random blokes), and working on Lunar Base Sheppard for the time being.

The Doctor was another case entirely...

Hope and Gray had dropped by a few days after Valentine’s to announce their engagement. They’d taken a shuttle in, so they could surprise us. And as much as the Doctor loves a good surprise, this one threw him for a loop. He hadn’t taken their news well… at all. It didn’t help that Hope had started off her announcement with the infamous words, “So here’s the thing…” In his mind, nothing good ever comes of Hope starting a conversation with those words, and he immediately sprang into full-blown over-protective dad mode. The two of them got into one of their classic, explosive Father-daughter arguments, which mostly involved him trying to force his opinions down her throat, and her defending herself by returning the favour.

Gray (bless) tried to step in and mediate before I could warn him off. I knew from plenty of first-hand experience, it was best to just let the two idiots resolve things on their own. (They always did, in time, usually with their traditional mug of cocoa and loads of apologies.) But, live and learn, I suppose... The poor, innocent baby walked right into a row between the Oncoming Storm and Hurricane Hope, a super-storm in the making.

He came out of it in one piece, but decidedly shell-shocked. He’d overheard the Doctor, a man who he thought liked him, drag his name through the mud more than once. That, in and of itself, must have been devastating, but to top it off, despite what I said earlier about Gray being able to ground Hope, he’d learned the hard way, no amount of reasoning would settle her when she was locked in a battle of wills with her father.

If Charlie had been there, she would have clapped him on the shoulder and cheerfully welcomed him to the family. As it was, Mum took him under her wing, wrapping an arm around him and leading him to the kitchen, shooting daggers at the Doctor the whole way. “C’mon, sweetheart. Come help me make a cuppa, yeah. Heaven knows, I could use one, and I know you could, too.”

For the return trip to the lunar base the next day, I offered to take them in the TARDIS. Hope had dug in her heels, still furious with her father, especially for belittling Gray. (I was pissed with him too and had let him have it the previous night, in private, after the Perfect Storm had abated.) But Gray tugged Hope aside and kissed her forehead and hugged her tight. She settled right down, and he was able to persuade her to take me up on my offer. His calming influence over her had apparently returned.

I had considerably less success with the Doctor. He was the Oncoming Sulk, brooding away in his den. I eventually convinced him to come with us to see Hope off, but he’d lurked in the balcony of the console room the entire time. I’d been hoping he and Hope would make up before she and Gray disembarked, but this time, the hurt was running deep. I figured it would be a while before Hope could forgive her father for some of the things he’d said. Quite right, too. He’d been completely out of line, well beyond his normal “rude and not ginger”.

And he knew it.

The minute Hope and Gray left, he finally slunk out of the shadows. Guilt and remorse were rolling off him over our bond. He paced around the TARDIS console, fiddling with the switches and buttons, but not setting a course… just fidgeting. For the time being, the TARDIS stayed put on Lunar Base Sheppard.

“Penny for ‘em?” I was furious with him but consciously kept that emotion suppressed. I mean, I understood where he was coming from: Hope’s his first-born, his beloved daughter, and although he trusts and respects Gray (despite his earlier words), it’s difficult for him to think about letting her go. It was for me too.

“She’s too young.”

I had to roll my eyes. “She’s only a little younger than I was when you proposed to me.”

“Yeah, but you… were you…” He visibly sagged. “She hasn’t dated enough people.”

I’m afraid the tone of my response came out a bit sarcastic. That and I couldn’t help laughing at him. I mean, his comment was absurd, given how strict he had always been about her dating. “Oh, so now you want her to date more? I never thought I’d see the day.”

He gawked at me. “NO! No, no, no, no! Absolutely not! I just don’t want them rushing into anything.”

“And they’re not… They’re engaged. They haven’t even set a date. They want to wait. Doctor, she’s an adult. She has a good head on her shoulders, and she’s had plenty of experience with the universe. Besides, Gray is a good man.”

“I know, I know…” His conflicted emotions bombarded me, and his pacing and fidgeting intensified. He was muttering under his breath, and I caught Javic Thane’s name somewhere among the garbled bits of nonsense he was spewing out.

“What was that?”

“What?” He stopped to gape at me again.

“You mentioned Javic…”

“Did I?

“Yup.”

“Interesting…” He ran his hands through his hair, hedging.

“Out with it!”

“Out with what?”

Santa, I just glared at him. Honestly, after all these years…

“Oh, all right. I just can’t imagine being related to Javic Thane – basically, Captain Jack Harkness, need I remind you – even if only by marriage.”

I stepped up to him and put my arms around his neck. “Doctor, Jack and Javic (both) have always been the best of friends to us, yeah. They already are family, even if one is locked away in another universe. And Gray is also part of our family. He loves Hope. Doctor…”

In seconds, my great Time Lump was babbling out a litany of apologies.

“Not really me you need to apologise to, is it?”

He shook his head, no. “I love you.”

“I know… I love you, too, ya big plonker.”

Within minutes he had prepared four mugs of cocoa: two with whipped cream and chocolate curls for him and Hope; one with marshmallows for me; and one with a peppermint stick for Gray. When he opened the TARDIS doors, Hope, with Gray in tow, was waiting on the other side. The two of them carried four steaming, chocolatey mugs of their own between them. None of us could help laughing.

Needless to say, heartfelt apologies were spoken, and everyone was back on good terms within minutes. I looked around at their happy faces, but the entire experience had reminded me of my own engagement… and I couldn’t stop the sadness from taking away from the celebratory mood. Luckily, only the Doctor noticed, and after Hope and Gray had returned home, he took me to Gallifrey, where he held me and comforted me all night long, and distracted me with stories and myths of the various constellations as we lay among the long fronds of red grass, gazing up at the stars.

But, before I go down that long, sad road, I promised I would give you the good news first, and there’s a bit more of that to be had. Santa, I’m an Auntie again! And little Abby is a big sister now. Trevor joined the family in May. He’s the cuddliest little bloke you could hope to meet. He got his two front teeth in, just in time for Christmas, and shows them off all the time with the biggest smiles in the universe. Tony and Noah are proud as punch, and Mum only keeps her hands off the poor little chap long enough to knit him his very first Christmas jumper.

It’s lovely having little ones around for the holidays again. I’d forgotten how special it was. As our children have grown up, the focus has gradually shifted; I hardly even noticed it happening. But this year, Abby is old enough to really enjoy Christmas, and understand a bit about what’s going on. It’s so exciting to experience the magic of the holidays through her innocent eyes.

And now for the bad news... Another event that should have been happy was our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, in September. A time for celebrating, right?

Wrong! All it did was open up wounds that had never really begun to heal in the first place. I don’t think they ever will. Like I said before, the Doctor doesn’t blame me, but I blame myself. Santa, the truth is I lost my wedding and engagement rings. They’re gone, and I have no idea where. I’ve been so upset over this. (Oh, God, I’m starting to cry again.) Those beautiful rings, irreplaceable, designed by the Doctor just for me, as a symbol of our commitment and love, gone! Gone because I’d been careless. The joke is, I never take them off… ever! But all I know is I must have taken them off sometime in early January because I haven’t seen them since. I just don’t remember doing it. We’ve looked everywhere… everywhere! Through the plumbing, under things, inside things, between things. Please, Santa, if you find them on your travels… please bring them home to me.

We decided to check the TARDIS, too, even though we knew the rings weren’t there. She would have told me immediately if I had left them behind. After all, she was instrumental in giving me my engagement ring in the first place, all those years ago. I remember it as clear as day. Now, if I could only remember why and where I took off my rings back in January this year…

Mum, of course, threw us a huge extravaganza of a party, I think as much to try to lift my spirits as to celebrate our anniversary. I hadn’t allowed her to throw me a fiftieth birthday party, back in the spring, so I had to give her this one. It was all a bit much, but it made her happy, and it was quite nice to meet up with friends, old and new.

On the actual day of our anniversary, the Doctor and I just wanted a quiet night to ourselves. With the guilt I was feeling (and had been feeling all year), I wasn’t up to much else. Luckily, it was a warm evening and we decided to head out to the treehouse with our supper and our sleeping bag, so we could spend the evening cuddling under the stars. We reminisced about the rings and how the Doctor and the baby TARDIS had contrived to surprise me with a marriage proposal on Christmas morning, nearly twenty-six years ago.

We had still been living in our little flat. Even now, looking back, I can’t believe how far we came in just that one year. I had been such a cow to him when he first arrived, and basically a year later he was proposing to me. That was a surprise too; I had no idea he was going to do anything like that. Not that I’d been averse to the idea, it’s just we’d agreed we were already bonded in the most meaningful and intimate way possible. And to be honest, we were really focussed on growing the baby TARDIS. She was such a tiny, little thing, not even a foot tall and just starting to develop her bioluminescent bulbs at the ends of her little branches.

I’d been worried the week before because she had developed a big lump on one of her branches, and her growth had slowed noticeably. But the lump had disappeared after a few days, and her growth had returned to normal. The strange bit was the Doctor hadn’t seemed at all worried throughout the entire incident. But that hadn’t stopped my imagination racing through all kinds of horrible scenarios, so potential marriage proposals were just about the last thing on my mind.

Anyway, Christmas morning, me and the Doctor exchanged gifts – I don’t even remember what I gave him – and he handed me the TARDIS with a big, festive bow wrapped around her main trunk. I was so confused, Santa, I can’t begin to tell you. Then the Doctor pointed to a spot on one of the TARDIS’ branches and told me to tickle her… just there. I didn’t take him seriously at first, but then the TARDIS chirped in my mind, encouraging me. What else could I do? I had to tickle her, yeah?

So, I did as I’d been asked, and I was treated to a serenade of TARDIS “giggles” (for lack of a better word) in my mind. The part of the branch I was tickling was swelling under my touch, and I realized it was the same spot I had seen the growth a few days earlier. I stopped, afraid I was harming our sweet baby. Oh, Santa, I was so worried!

“Go on, then,” the Doctor cajoled, “keep going. Tickle her. You aren’t hurting her, I promise.”

I remember biting my lip; I was incredibly unsure I was doing the right thing. But the Doctor was encouraging me, and the TARDIS seemed to be enjoying herself, so I tickled her more. Suddenly, a gorgeous ring popped out of the swelling, directly into my palm. I was dumbstruck, and I barely registered the Doctor dropping to one knee before me.

He took the ring from me and gestured for me to set the TARDIS down. “Rose Tyler…” His hands were shaking as he took my left hand and slid the ring onto my fourth finger.

“Doctor?” At the sound of my name, with no other words following it, I had been so irrationally afraid his image would fade before my eyes, the way it had done on Bad Wolf Bay, only a few years earlier.

I felt such relief when he broke his silence. “I… erm…” he stammered, “I had this speech written out, all ready to go… Blimey, I don’t remember half of it right now. I’m so thick. My stupid, thick–”

I cupped his cheek, stroking the stubble with my thumb, reassuring him. “Just say what you’re feeling, yeah.”

“Alright... I love you!” he blurted. “Blimey, Rose, I love you so much! And I know we’re already bonded telepathically, but I wanted to make it official the human way, too. If you’ll have me Rose, I promise… I promise you forever. I’ll love you forever.”

I felt so weak and happy with love for the ridiculous, lovely man kneeling before me. “I promise you forever, too… my Doctor.” I remember looking down at the ring, thinking I had never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. “You are asking me to marry you, right?”

“Yes! Oh, yes!”

“Then, yes, you plum.” I pulled him back to his feet. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I kissed him once for every “yes” I spoke. Then, we just held onto each other for the longest time. We were both in a state: tears mixed with laughter, and excitement and joy coursing back and forth over our bond.

Later when we were cuddled on the sofa eating a Christmas breakfast of banana pancakes, the Doctor told me how clever our little TARDIS had been: she had held onto the ring, allowing her coral to grow around it (that was the bump I’d seen.) She’d been trying to create a transcendental pocket within herself, and had been putting so much energy into it, her growth had slowed. She’d finally succeeded, creating her very first bigger-on-the-inside “space”.

I’d been fingering my ring. It was stunning. Such a beautiful thing. That’s when Doctor told me he’d designed the ring himself and confessed he’d meant to use all the elements he’d incorporated into the ring as parts of his proposal, but he’d gone uncharacteristically blank.  

The TARDIS-blue sapphire was nestled in a white-gold split shank, so the gem was flush with the top of the band, a practical but lovely setting, perfect for my often-physical work at Torchwood. The gold was woven into a filigree of infinity knots (“…a promise of forever…”) extending down each side of the ring, and accented with small diamonds (“…the stars I’ll take you to visit again someday…”)

It had been meant to be eternal, designed by this wonderful, ridiculous man as an affirmation of our unwavering love. And I had gone and lost it, along with the matching wedding band.

The memories of the baby TARDIS had made me smile, but thinking about the rings, I found myself bursting into tears again as we sat, snuggled in our treehouse.

“They’ll turn up, love,” the Doctor reassured me.

“You keep saying that.”

“Because they will. In fact, I’m so sure of it I made you these to go with them.” He handed me a little box, squeezing it into my hands. “Happy Anniversary, love. The adventure just keeps getting better every year.” He kissed my cheek. “Well, go on, open it!”

I was scared to. What if I lost whatever treasure was hidden inside. I finally opened the box and found two beautiful drop earrings that complemented the ring perfectly, each with a sapphire and a series of woven infinity knots, accented with tiny diamonds. “They’re beautiful,” I sobbed.

“Just like you. Here, let me help you put them on.”

“I’m scared I’ll lose them, too.”

“You won’t, love.”

He placed them in my ears and kissed my lips so tenderly I think I might have melted a little. I fidgeted with my bare finger. “I miss them so much.”

“I know… and I thought of that, too!” He waggled his eyebrows at me.

“You think you’re so impressive!”

“I am so impressive. I keep telling you.” With that, he handed me another little box, a ring box.

I popped it open. Inside was a simple gold band of infinity knots.

“I know it’s nothing compared to the missing ones,” he rushed out an explanation. “It isn’t even great quality gold. But it’s only meant to be a placeholder. I made it out of the chains of those BFF heart necklaces I gave you that very first Christmas… here, together. I thought that would make it a bit special. I put the pendants on the chain with your old TARDIS key for safekeeping.”

“More than a bit! It’s perfect. What a brilliant idea!”

He beamed. “Here, allow me.” He took my hand, the way he had more than twenty-five years ago, and slipped the ring over my fourth finger. “Rose Tyler…”

The weight felt good on my hand. It fit perfectly. “Yes, Doctor?”

“I love you… so much. I have one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you… if you want.”

“Oh, yes! Every single time: yes! Always and forever.”

And so, Santa, that’s my story for this year. The rings have never turned up. I don’t think they ever will, but the Doctor is ever the optimist about them. I know they are just things, material possessions, but they were so much more than that to me. Their cost wasn’t important; what mattered was the thought and love that went into them. The replacement ring is just as significant, in its own way, for just the same reasons.

But I suppose, just because I’ve lost the rings, it doesn’t in any way diminish the love that created them. That promise of forever is just as strong (if not stronger) today as it was twenty-five wonderful years ago. And now, after writing this letter, it’s given me a chance to think things through and really put things in perspective. I think my smile will finally be able to reach my eyes again tonight.

Oh, here comes the Doctor with all the boxes of ornaments. Time to sign off and get our tree decorated and ready in time for your annual visit.

Happy Christmas, Santa. Hope you and Mrs. Claus and all the reindeer receive those special gifts this year, made with love that will last forever, long after the gifts themselves are no more.

love, Rose

P.S.: Santa! You’ll never guess what happened. The rings turned up, buried in amongst the garland and tinsel. A little Christmas miracle! I remember now! When I was taking down the tree, last year, the needles kept getting stuck under my rings, and were really irritating. I took them off and put them on the tea table for safe keeping. I must have put the garland down there too and swept the lot into the box when I was packing it all away.

Naturally, the Doctor takes full credit for finding them (he pulled the garland from the box.) And now he’s doing his I-told-you-so dance.

He can gloat all he wants! I’m just happy to have those rings back home on my finger, where they belong. The lovely ring he gave me for our twenty-fifth, is on my right hand now, a promise ring of sorts, another symbol of our devotion to one another.

Happy Christmas again, Santa! Lots of love to everyone!

[ellana-ravenwood]

Take care of my Babies or you’ll die - Wonder Woman x Reader

Summary : Diana has a deep distrust of Men’s World’s doctors, and have trouble letting them handle her pregnant girlfriend. 

I lost the original message but this story is for @freethecagedeggs. Also, Imma indulge @loverandomness2 because she’s been asking for this for a long time and I’m finally writing it :-). 

PART 2

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You couldn’t wait for all of this to be over. 

For the baby to finally arrive. 

Not because pregnancy was displeasing, in fact, you were one of those lucky women that had a smooth one. 

You only had a few morning sickness, you weren’t too tired, it didn’t hurt much (yet)...The only thing you had was your weird cravings but, then again, pickles and ice cream was a thing you ate together even before being pregnant. 

Nope. You don’t want all of this to be over because it’s difficult and tiring...But because your damn girlfriend cannot give you or anyone approaching you of a few feet a single break ! 

“(Y/N), don’t do this it could hurt the baby !”, “(Y/N) eat this it’s good for the baby”, “(Y/N), please babe, do this exercice it’s good for our little one”...The worst was how annoying she became whenever you had a doctor appointment. 

Oh. My. God.

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When you and Diana decided to become parents, you settled for a sperm donor instead of adoption, because it was just easier, it would take less time and trouble...You also decided that you should be the one bearing the child, kind of unsure how things would work with Diana (after all, she had been made out of clay and given life by Zeus...). 

At first, everything went smoothly. 

You were both just too damn excited. And all your friends were extremely supportive. Of course they were. 

Your older brother, Bruce, helped you through so many hard times in your life, he definitely wasn't about to give up on you (no matter what some stuck up rich people thought about him for doing so...damn you guys lived in the XXIst century, what was the problem of a same sex couple adopting ?!), and he would never admit it because he wasn’t the cheesy type of man but...He already loved his future nephew/niece deeply. 

The day he brought you a teddy bear that looked astonishingly like the one you had when you were a kid, that exact teddy bear your dad gave you to “help you through any difficult times” (and it really did...whenever you were sad, for example missing your parents dearly, you’d hug the hell out of that bear and it would make you feel so much better), and when Bruce told you it was difficult to find the same one you had as a kid and it took him a lot of time and effort to do so, but you and your future child were definitely worth it...You teared up. You lied by saying your hormones were messing around with your emotions, and acted like it was not a big deal but...It meant the world that your beloved older brother would go through all that trouble just for a teddy bear for your baby.  

Alfred also made you tear up when he started to cry and oh god, the hug he gave you was the best you ever received...And you could have smothered your nephews to death with the embrace you gave them when they got all excited and cute about having a cousin...

Clark made a joke about how your son/daughter could join his boy, Jon, and your brother’s son, Damian, to form a new trinity and...The look Diana gave them shut them up. 

She had NO INTENTION on letting her baby get in any danger, which meant she’d never train her or him to fight, just to defend herself/himself. This made your eyes roll so hard. If your future child was going to be anything like you or Diana, you just knew she or he couldn’t keep away from fighting for what was right for long. You wouldn’t be surprise to see him/her actually forming a new trinity with your best friends’ children, and becoming a mighty...your girlfriend was having none of it. 

No. Her kid was NOT going to fight. Ever. Nope. Double nope. By Hades she would never allow it. When you told her though, that she sounded exactly like her mother, she stopped talking about it, but you knew she really had her mind settled on the “no fighting for my baby” thing. And deep down, you wished your future child would indeed never have to fight, but you also knew that it was somehow inevitable with parents like hers/his. 

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The day of your first doctor appointment was an absolute nightmare. You had fought ALL DAY about it with Diana. She wanted you to go to Themyscira with her so that the healers over there could take care of you but no, you were having none of that...What, the only babies they helped gave birth to were made of clay ! Hell they actually never helped anyone to give birth ! Nope, you were going to a “normal” doctor, and that was that. 

Sitting in the car your brother rented for you (with a chauffeur and all), she was pouting next to you, arms crossed, and was looking away from you.

-Diana, how long are you going to act like a damn child ? 

-I’m acting like a child ?! You’re acting like a child (Y/N) ! 

-No, you’re the 3000 years old immature one right now ! 

-Oh don’t “3000 years old” me I have reasons not to trust your doctors !

-They’re not just my doctors, and go ahead then, tell me your reasons !

When you see her face changing from a mild annoyance to pure sadness, you immediately regret asking her...And when she tells you, you feel like a total asshole : 

-It’s...it’s just that...During wars...During the first and second World War, doctors would make decisions that I did not agree with. They would decide to cut someone’s limbs off while it could still be saved, they would decide to stop trying to revive someone while he still had a chance, they would...They would play God, and I do not like that. I know they had tough decisions to make, but they could have...they could have...I don’t know...

Your hand on her thigh startles her, as she got lost (once again) in the dark thoughts of what she witnessed during the two great wars. You know she still suffers from PTSD, though since she got with you it’s better...

-Diana, my love, I don’t...I Can’t...I can’t imagine what you and your friends went through during those wars. I know..I know you lost a lot of people, I know you still miss them, especially Steve but...Things have changed. I’m not going to go see a doctor and they’ll decide to just like, get rid of the baby or something. They’re not in a rush anymore. And they’re mostly good people who do that because it’s their passion to help others...Please, trust me babe. 

Her hand covering yours on her thigh, and squeezing it lightly is the only response she can give you right now. And the love shining in her eyes is enough. Of course she’ll trust you. If you say it’s ok, then so be it...She twists her body in her seat to go and kiss you, and you respond eagerly. 

And in a second, all her worries are gone, even the memories of the man she used to love, Steve Trevor, fade away, as there’s only you that counts now. You, and your future child. And oh how sweet your kiss was...

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You thought you managed to reassure her. You though she’d be fine. But oh you were wrong. 

The first appointment went well, as the doctor didn’t really had to touch you. He explained how the future 9 months would unfold, and you listened intently. You had to admit that it was kind of funny to see Diana, in your peripheral vision, glare at your gynecologist. You were pretty sure she didn’t listen to a word he had to say, as she was too focus on sending murderous looks his way. 

It confused greatly your nice doctor, and when you both left and Diana whispered (unknowing of you of course) : “If you hurt in any way my wife or my baby, I’ll kill you”, he freaked out a little bit. 

Diana was already quite protective of you usually but oh, oh the fact that you were now bearing her child made everything worst. You were pretty sure that if she could put mattresses on the floor everywhere you went so that you could never hurt yourself, she would do it. 

It was awful. And it got even worst when your brother and nephews joined in. Only Alfred was treating like before. But oh your family ? They were driving you crazy with all their worries and such. 

Whenever someone came in a radius of 1 foot of you, Diana would glare at them and scare them away (you still remember that poor waitress that ran away because Diana send her a murderous gaze while all she wanted was fill your coffee cup)...She was turning into some kind of monster because of all of this. Your sweet, naive and nice girlfriend was in full on “I need to protect my babies” mode. Primal instinct took over her and...god you hated it. 

You always hated the fact that your brother would always somehow protect you, so now that it was your girlfriend, your girlfriend that always knew you could defend yourself so far ? It was tough. 

She never felt the need to protect you. You were, after all, the Batman’s sister, and his equal. She knew you could handle yourself. But now that you were pregnant ? Her eyes were on you each steps you took, just to make sure you’d be safe...And your brother was giving her tips as to how to do it without you noticing much ! AND THE FOOLS THOUGHT YOU WERE ACTUALLY NOT NOTICING THEIR LITTLE GAME !! OH MY GOD IT WAS MADDENING ! 

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And Diana was still wary of doctors. 

She almost broke the end of the one that was following you when he went to touch your belly that was starting to swell up...

Oh and the freak out she had when you took the first ultra-sound. You explained to her what it was, and yet...Still freaking out. 

-WHAT IS THIS ?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABY ?! 

The doctor was so frightened that he didn’t even had the strength to answer (her freak out had been going out for a good twenty minutes already) and so, with a sigh and a look of apology to the man, you said : 

-I told you Diana, it’s ok, it’s nothing. Just an ultra-sound, it...

-An ultra-son ? We’re having a boy ? What does it mean for him to be “ultra” ? And what...

With another roll of your eyes, you cut her off before she looses it and say :

-Ultra-sounD. It’s just to check if the baby is ok. 

-...How ? 

You look at the doctor, who was just looking at you two, completely stunned (on what kind of crazy people did he fell that time ?), and after a few seconds of you and your girlfriend staring at him, he understands that he has to talk...And so he does. He explains exactly what an ultra sound is, and Diana calms down. 

She actually looks genuinely interested. Though whenever the doctor touches you she gives him very dirty looks, when he points out your baby, your little one;..You can visibly see a tear in her eyes.

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A boy. It’s a boy. 

And so it seems like the Waynes’ will only have boys in the family...You’re totally fine with that. Besides, if you ever decide to have another kid, maybe it’ll be a girl ? 

By now Diana is reassured about the ultra-sounds but...Whenever the doctor do something she deem suspicious, she gets between him and you and, because she’s a damn tall woman and your doctor is ridiculously short, she stares him down and ask a detailed explanation of what he’s about to do before letting him do anything...It’s cute and very annoying at the same time. 

Fortunately, you fell on the only doctor probably that went along and explained each time, very patiently and all, as he understood by now that if she reacted that way it was because she was very worried for you and the baby (though he still didn’t get why she kept referring to him as a “Men’s World’s doctor”...). 

He had to admit though, there were few moments he was genuinely scared for his life, but whenever “Diana” was getting a bit too extreme, too protective, too questioning..You’d set her straight and, with a kiss to her forehead or cheek or even lips, she’d calm down completely and be relaxed for the rest of the appointment. 

It like you were magical, the only one that could soothe her...and that’s exactly what you were. Diana would have never accepted any “Men’s World’s doctors” to take care of the birth of her baby, not after what she saw during the wars, and she “endured” it only for you, because she loved you too damn much and the power you had over her should frighten her but...it just seemed to make her feel happier than ever. 

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You’re both wrapped around each other, her arms slumped around you shoulders, legs tangled, your face in the crook of her neck and hers buried in your hair when...A weird wet sensation and a brutal shift in your attitude wakes her up. 

-The baby is coming. 

Is the only thing you have to tell her before, without thinking, she takes your suitcase you both prepared for the hospital, and, wrapping you in your robe, flies out of the window and takes you to the nearest hospital. Thanks god there was no witness or camera around...

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Thankfully, Bruce arrived shortly after (the news quickly spread through Gotham City, that (Y/N) Wayne was in the hospital giving birth to a new member of the famous family), and was there to calm Diana down. 

Him and your nephews had to jump on her to stop her from bursting in the delivery room, and they only succeeded because Bruce told her that it would be dangerous to enter the place without being sterilized before ! 

But your screams (you arrived too late for an epidural anesthesia) were a torture to her, and oh she wanted to run into the room to kick everyone’s ass for not helping you better !! She sat on the floor, wrapping herself in her arms, knees to her chin, trying to ignore your screams of pain, that reminded her way too much of what she heard on the battlefield...

Thankfully, your brother was there, and your nephews too. They gave her their support. They gave their “sister” and aunt all their love, all their attention. Hugging her close to their heart, making sure she’d feel better as you were giving birth to your first child. 

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-Can we...Can we call him Thomas ? Like my father...

You ask shyly. You two never actually discussed name and you were somewhat afraid that she’d refused but...of course she doesn’t. She understands. She knows how close you were from your dad, how much you miss him even now, years and years after his death...And so, Thomas it is. 

Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

It’s a ridiculously long name. But oh it fits him so well. It’s a royal name, and it’s perfect for him. Him and his tiny hands that already tries to grab everything...

Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

The name makes headline of every newspaper the next day. 

His eyes are already opening, and he reacts each time he ears you or Diana. He visibly moves whenever his mothers’ voice resonate in the room...Each times, it makes him fall asleep peacefully. 

He doesn’t cry, and you’re convinced it’s because of the Teddy Bear Bruce brought...He doesn’t cry, and Diana is sure it’s because he takes after your calm nature. He doesn’t cry and it worries the both of you a bit but...

It’s a perfectly healthy boy. 

Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

When Diana holds him for the first time, when the doctor she distrusted so much finally puts him in her arms...She’s speechless. 

Her son. It’s her son...Her tiny baby...

She already loves him more than anything else in the world (except for you maybe), and when she whispers a low “thank you” to the doctor she despised all those months, he knows why he’s doing this job. 

She tries her best not to cry, but she cannot help it. 

Sitting on the side of your bed, she cries. Cries and cries some more as she holds her tiny son against her heart. 

You wipe her tears with the tip of your fingers, weak, but not weak enough to not care for her, and as she lays her boy back in his crib because he fell asleep as she was whispering words of love to him, she lays down besides you and you two fall asleep in each others’ arms. 

Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

A ridiculously long name. For a boy destined to do ridiculously great things. 

Fin (?).

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I’m afraid I got Diana out of character, and I feel like I didn’t make the relationship between Diana and reader sweet or believable enough...And afraid that meh. It’s kind of a mess. Uh. UH. Thanks for reading anyway...Hope you aren’t disappointed. 

Also I have another request with the sentence starter “where is our child” with Wonder Woman, and should I use this particular kid, Thomas, or start from scratch ? You choose. Basically, do you want a “part 2″ ?