#13th doctor x child reader

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 13th

Day 13: Pregnancy // Aftercare // Roleplay

Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy kink, body worship, breeding kink, vaginal sex, dirty talk

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He had never thought he would be here. Had hoped for it, but had always felt that it was an unachievable goal, even with all the money and ‘power’ he once had. 

Javi Gutierrez had to give up the riches, the homes and the collectables but he had found himself. Found success in screenwriting, found love, found the life he had always dreamed about. 

The pregnancy kink had been a surprise, but it was good that you did not seem to mind him losing his mind over your body as it changes with his baby growing inside. 

Waking up aching for you, his cock is already hard, pressed against your hip. Curled into your body because you are sleeping better on your back these days with the growing swell of your stomach preventing you from moving too much at night. 

You are gorgeous and there are times when he has to jerk off to keep from hounding you too much for sex. He knows that your libido isn’t as high as his is right now and he doesn’t want to bother you. 

Everything about you is sexy. From the way your hair and nails seem to thrive, to the way your breasts have started to get bigger, you are his ultimate fantasy. 

Secretly, he even loves when the baby kicks him. His hands slide over your stomach while he worships you and when the baby is active, he feels slightly guilty about the idea that he is horny while he should just be in awe of the life you are creating together. That is something he won’t ever say out loud. 

You don’t ever tell him that he can’t touch you, which is a good thing because he wants to touch you all the time. From rubbing your belly or caressing your breasts, he is obsessed with having his hands on you. Even if it is just a small little stroke of your skin before he has to pull away. 

Fatherhood had once frightened him. He had imagined all the ways that he would fail, you and the baby, that he could morph into his father or even worse - his cousin. That he would ruin this baby’s life and yours as a result of his own shortcomings. 

You have changed that for him. You have shown him that he will be an excellent father, your faith in him allowing him to enjoy this even more. Adoring every single change that this pregnancy has brought to your body and your relationship. His phone is filled with pictures from nearly everyday from the first day you found out you were pregnant to last night. 

He has attended every doctor’s appointment and asked questions, read books and tried to plan as best he can for what is to come. He had been obsessed with movies but now that was replaced with pregnancy. 

He wants more of this, more of you pregnant. If it were safe, he would want to keep you this way. Just full of his babies, happy and healthy. He’s already made some comments about having another, keeping the siblings that you have already planned close in age. 

“I love you.” His voice is soft, affectionate as he whispers in your ear. Hands gentle as they slide over your rounded curves and admire that hardness of your belly. The swell of it as it houses your child. 

“Hmmm.” Your sleep smile breaks across your face as you open your eyes. “I love you too.” You murmur softly. “You’re horny.” You observe, making him hum in embarrassment, even as he rocks his hips against you. 

“Always, for you.” He admits, being completely honest about that fact. “Can I have you this morning?” 

He will always ask, it’s just who he is. Respect and care are woven into the very fabric of his being and it shows. It doesn’t stop you from turning towards him for a kiss, or shifting so he can pull closer to you despite your belly. 

“You want to fuck your pregnant wife?” You’ve noticed, it’s hard not to when Javi has suddenly become super sexual. You had a robust sex life before, but this has been on top of your normal lovemaking. 

Javi groans, cock twitching. “Yesssss.” He pants, caressing your stomach again. “I want to fuck my pregnant wife.” You grin, shifting to sit up so you can pull the thin nightgown over your head. “I want to stay on my back.” 

That’s the position Javi loves the most. He can see you. Watch your tits bounce and your stomach between the two of you while he carefully rocks into you. He can also make sure that you can cum too. He loves to watch you cum, rubbing your clit while his cock is stuffed into your body. 

He is so gentle as he moves over you, the proud smile on his face reflecting that broadly. Spreading your thighs and his fingers slide between your folds to make sure that you are wet. You always are for him, something about you that he adores. 

The moment he sinks into you is magical. His groan loud and full of lust as he inches inside you. Watching as he sinks into your pussy and feels your walls clench down around him. 

“God, I love you baby, you are so perfect.” He moans softly, watching your face, your stomach, his cock. All of it perfect and making him throb inside you. HIs fingers find your clit, rubbing soft circles. 

He makes you feel beautiful, he worships you. He is good and he loves your changing body, doesn’t mind the weight, the stretch marks, he loves it all. He loves everything about being a father-to-be, about your pregnancy. 

“Fuck me, Javi.” You beg, watching him and enjoying the way that he looks over you. “After we have this baby, I want you to put another one in me.” You tell him breathlessly, making him groan and twitch inside you. 

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum, talking like that.” Javi huffs, chest heaving as he looks down at you. He has discovered he has loved seeing you pregnant, and apparently you like being pregnant. 

“Good.” You smirk and clench down around him, watching his breath catch and his face contorted in pleasure. “Cum for me, and we can do this all over again after you feed me breakfast.” 

“Anything you want.” He promises, rubbing your clit just a little harder. “But you will cum for me first. I have to take care of my girl.” 

You know he will, he’s so good to you. Getting you pregnant and falling in love with you being that way. Javi will be a perfect dad and you will get to enjoy this over and over again, as many times as you want to have kids. 

[aboutcustardcreams]

Masterlist

Agatha all along

The road you take

(it doesn’t follow a chronological order. I’m a weirdo, okay?)

Three witches shared a love and a child— and they were happy, until something went terribly wrong, changing their unique bond forever.

Until next time

Wake up call / part two

We walk the wind-y road

Time Ticking, Patience Thinning

To a Love that Never Dies

Motherhood

So it’s true, a Door appears

Doctor who

Hold on to something beautiful [ Missy x reader ] You miss Missy for way too long.

About the beach day [ 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan x reader ] written after watching the episode Legend of sea Devils so it comes after that. Platonic (?) short and cute.

There can’t be a universe without the Doctor [ 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan x reader ] honestly the title sums up it rather well. Doc is stubborn, but you and Yaz even more.

She sees right through me [ 13th Doctor x Time Lord reader x Yasmin Khan ] Your encounter with the Doctor, after many years searching for her, doesn't go exactly as planned. But you shouldn't be surprised, considering the unexpected is Time Lords' bread and butter.

Help me hold onto you [13th Doctor x reader & Yasmin Khan x reader (friendship) ] The Doctor takes you and Yaz to Nectoxia, a peculiar planet that serves as burial ground, with the purpose of giving you a harmless fright. However, things don’t go as planned. They never do. And this time, it could cost you dearly. ONGOING

WWTDD: What would the doctor do? [13th Doctor x time lord reader ] After an argument, you storm off the TARDIS in need to clear your head. And it goes well for a while, until you find yourself in quite a predicament and in need of a helping hand.

Broadchurch

People Help the People [ Beth Latimer x reader ] Sometimes it’s nice to be reminded by those you love how much you mean to them. Beth Latimer is natural at that.

[22ayla19]

In Hyuk Goo x Reader

- Let's have son's.

In Hyuk’s phrase left you off guard and confused. You were just working in your office at Shinhwa headquarters, and then out of the blue, In Hyuk says that he wants sons.

- Some strange chain of thoughts...

- When your father made me run 5 km, there was time to think.

Then you remembered that when In-hyuk first met your parents, your father made him run 5 km to convince him of his intention to marry you. Well, for someone who was awakened from the top 20 strongest in the country, In Hyuk ran those damn 5 km, but he remembered them for the rest of his life. Your father even kept an eye on him to make sure he didn’t cheat.

As a result, In Hyuk convinced your father of his intention to marry you and also made a note to go jogging more often, otherwise his stamina was dropping.

- If we have a daughter, I’m afraid my ideas will be worse than your dad’s ideas. I almost figured out how to intimidate the suitors, but then our daughter will never get married.

You couldn’t help but laugh at your husband’s words.

- Ahahaha! I'm afraid to ask what ideas came to your mind while you were running that miserable 5 km!

- Judge for yourself, if we have sons, I will definitely teach them how to properly care for a girl.

- How will they take as an example the father who tripped and kissed the asphalt when he tried to ask out the woman with whom he was in love.

Again you couldn’t hold back and laughed at the memories. This happened a couple of years ago. You just appeared in Shinhwa as a new employee. In Hyuk volunteered to show you what the rules were in Shinhwa, and over the course of several weeks, while he was helping you settle into your new place of work, he realized that he had fallen in love like a boy. He liked the way you joked and teased him, how you found a common language with other employees, even managed to see you in battle. A grown man, but he fell in love like a boy. Ji Suk teased him about this for a long time.

And so he gathered his strength and went to invite you on a date. You were leaving the main building, In Hyuk, who was waiting for you on the street, immediately headed in your direction when he saw you. Only In Hyuk himself got too excited that he stumbled out of the blue and, roughly speaking, kissed the asphalt.

- Why did you remind me of this?...

- So that you remembers who he married.

With a malicious smile, you answered your husband, who hid his face from the awkwardness of the situation.

- Well, if we have a child, then its gender will depend on how well daddy tried. You see, I can’t influence the gender of the child, but you can, so if you want sons and not daughters, then try hard, otherwise I’ll give birth to a daughter with the same character as myself.

In Hyuk was distracted. It was nice that a daughter was born, a second copy of her mother, at least In Hyuk will be sure that she will be able to stand up for herself.

- By the way, I visited the doctor the other day.

- You are ill?! Why didn't you tell me earlier?

- Quiet, calm. I’m not sick with anything like that, I just felt sick in the morning, so I decided to visit the doctor.

- And what did the doctor say?

- Congratulated the future dad.

A minute of silence and awareness.

- Will I... become a dad?...

- Yeah! Once you said that you want sons, the doctor suggested the option of going for an ultrasound after the 13th or 14th week of pregnancy...

Before you could finish speaking, In Hyuk hugged you and then spun around the office with happiness.

- I WILL BECOME A DAD!!!

- Be quiet! Let it remain a secret, then we will surprise everyone. And it’s too early, I myself need to be careful so that nothing happens.

- I'm probably at the wrong time.

You and your husband looked at the unexpected guest who disrupted your plans to keep the pregnancy a secret.

- Chairman Ji Young, you will keep our secret?

You looked pleadingly at the woman, waiting for understanding in the current situation.

- Oh! Yes, sure. And congratulations to Miss (Y/F).

- Thank you, Chairman Ji Young!

Ji Young thought that she would talk to In Hyuk later. Still, he has no time for her instructions right now.

[agent-barnes40]

Can't Catch Me Now

Part 1 here and Part 2 here

13th Doctor x Reader (Platonic by Reader, Romantic by Doctor)

Dhawan!Master X Reader (romantic)

Kinda jumps around this time but ends up at Timeless Child episodes. It took ten days, but I got this part finished!

2,242 Words

You had been happier the last couple of weeks, running around with the Fam and The Doctor. It was like a switch had been flipped in your brain with that headache you had, you had become who you were during the start of adventuring with her. You still talked about your boyfriend, mentioning that you hadn't heard from him.

Today's adventure was meeting Mary Shelley. You had dressed for the occasion, something Regency era. Of course, you were the one that really dressed for the occasion, the rest were supplied with whatever The TARDIS had given them. You spun in the console room, catching the Doctor rolling her eyes at how over the top your outfit was. "You always say fit in to the time period. Thought I'd actually do it this time."

Yaz rose a brow and looked at you. You were still you but it was different to the rest of the Fam, you went from being like this to hanging off The Master's arm and then being back to that happy, trying to fit in person you are, it was a hard adjustment. The TARDIS landed and Yaz just shook her head, when Graham had sent her a look.

The group of you stepped directly into a downpour, drenching all of you. You groaned and looked over at The Doctor who also was just as drenched as the rest of the Fam. "What's wrong with a little rain?"

"We're humans, we get to cold and then we get sick. I'm gonna end up with an illness from 1816!" You weren't really that angry but you wanted it known that you didn't want to die from an illness that she couldn't treat.

"Can't believe we're fighting in the rain." The Doctor grumbled and you laughed softly, the Time Lord seeming to brighten even more at the sound.

You shook your head and pointed to the Villa in front of you. "I'm going to see if we can get shelter there if anyone wants to join me."

Graham had immediately joined you on your trek up to the villa while Ryan stalled for a moment before rushing to catch up, leaving Yaz and The Doctor to trail behind. You didn't hide your flinch when a lightning strike happened and The Doctor started to speed up, leaving Yaz behind to grab your hand. That instinctual need to protect you still raging in her hearts.

~

Of course you all had to investigate what was wrong with the villa. Of course Byron had to start flirting with The Doctor and each time The Doctor ignored him, he had turned to you and started to try on you. The man had stepped up next to you as you watched The Doctor check the walls.

"You really are beautiful." Byron whispered.

Your head whipped around and you didn't even think and slapped him. "Excuse me! I am happily in a relationship!"

The Doctor whipped around to see what had happened and sighed at the sight of you glaring at Byron while the man held his cheek. "Now Doctor, I think you need to get your companion under control!"

Your mouth dropped open and you glared at him. "No wonder you can't return to London! All you do is flirt with everyone and at the first sight of someone actually disgusted at your actions, you try to blame it on the person!"

~

Byron and you did not get along well after that and of course you got separated from The Doctor and The Fam, instead stuck in a room where the only entertaining thing was to stare at the wall. You tried to ignore the headache that was brewing, one that you thought was caused by the moving villa issue and being constantly annoyed.

You noticed a purple sleeve and a familiar hand waving at the other side of the room. "Hey doc!"

"Yeah? What's wrong?" The Doctor shouted back.

"Have any of you seen a purple sleeve coming out of the wall yet?" You shouted.

"Do not grab it! I mean it!" The Doctor yelled.

You turned to face the wall where her voice was coming from. "The hand looks familiar, Doc. Are ya sure I shouldn't grab it?"

You barely had time to think before that arm and hand turned into a grumpy looking Renegade Time-Lord, his eyebrow raised and staring right at you. "Come on, pet. Its time to go."

You heard thumping on the wall next to you as you stared at The Master, your brain raising alarms as he walked closer. "Come on! It's time to get you home."

"Do not go with him! Just stay there, love!" The Doctor shouted.

Your body made the choice for you and grabbed his hand, and he pulled you tight to his body, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Sorry, Doctor! Took your favorite pet!"

~

You were curled up under a blanket in The Master's TARDIS, on his couch and you just stared him down. Your body seemed to relax around him and yet your brain was giving you warning signs left, right and center. The Master just ignored your stare as he piloted.

"Why did you take me?"

"Because you are mine, love. I don't know what she did to your head but you have no memories of me." He said, turning to look at you.

"You look like my boyfriend, but he doesn't wear all purple." You had turned your head, you couldn't look into his eyes.

"Yeah, he does. Sure, I didn't wear it undercover because that would be just way to obvious."

“Why me?”

“Because I am dating you, I swore to protect you and she did something to your head to make you forget all about who I actually am.”

It took a minute for your brain to catch up. His face was oddly familiar and suddenly you were surging towards him to pull him into a hug. Your brain was still figuring out pieces but you got the major factor, O and this Master guy was the same. The Master eagerly clutched onto you and pressed multiple kisses to your head. He wasn't about to tell you how long he had been just in your peripherals the last couple of weeks, trying to get your attention. He certainly wasn't going to tell you about how much he had missed you.

The two of you just clutched onto each other for awhile, you finally pulled away from him when you started to think about The Doctor. "What do you mean she did something to my head?"

The Master grabbed your hands, rubbing them with his thumbs. "I think she removed every bit of me using my name and who I am from your brain while keeping my alias there, and of course, my real name. Probably a big shock for her to realize you knew the name I used all those lifetimes ago."

You just listened to him, you hadn't heard from him in so long, at least in your brain it felt like it had been forever. You barely noticed how tired you had started to get. The Master kept his eyes on yours, gently, very gently pushing on the block he had assumed The Doctor had made.

"It's okay if you fall asleep, I still have your room ready." He quietly said, his eyes catching how yours had started to go distant.

You could feel that headache starting to build again and you absentmindedly started to fight against him. His grip tightened on your hands. "I know, I know. Its probably going to hurt with how much you were in pain last time."

"W-we thought you caused that one, Master." Your voice breaking as you tried to focus on him and not on the pain in your head.

"Wasn't me, sweetheart. I wouldn't knowingly cause you that much pain unless I absolutely have to, like right now." The Master mumbled, closing his eyes to focus fully on breaking apart the block.

~

You waited for The Doctor to show up, you were sat next to Feekar, a soft smile on your face. "The Doctor will come. She always will. She likes saving humanity even if it's at the last second."

You could hear her from a mile away, she was never able to keep her voice quiet, even in battle fields. You slowly stood up and looked for her, catching her jacket in the distance. "Doctor!"

You watched as she stopped, head twisting in your direction, and you waved your arms. The Doctor stilled and it was like she physically relaxed when you jumped so she could see your face.

The Doctor practically ordered the Fam to follow behind her while she hurried to get to you. You were running to her and you smiled at the sight of her. "How long has it been for you guys?"

"We've been hunting down Ashad, from the villa!" Yaz snapped and your brows furrowed.

"Who?" You asked, looking over at her.

"There was a Cyberman inside the villa, it was crazy!" Ryan chimed in and you smiled.

"Okay, makes sense why you guys are here in the future then, during a Cyberman invasion." You looked over at The Doctor, whose brows furrowed.

"How long have you been here?"

You shrugged and then pulled a little writing pad from your pocket, looking at the marks on it. "Like a month or two. Days get blurry when the attacks happen."

The Doctor's face fell and she reached out to grab your hand and you pulled your hand away, shoving the pad back into your pocket. "No time for sentiments, Doc. I have people I'm trying to protect. These people are the last of humanity here. I'm not having my people die and be upgraded because we're here chatting."

"How did you even get here?" Yaz and Graham asked at the same time.

"I'm guessing The Master. I mean, the last thing I remember is him grabbing my hand at the Villa." You replied, turning to head back to Feekar.

The Doctor hurried to reach your side, pressing next to you, her hand grabbing yours. "Did he hurt you?"

You shrugged. "Probably, he's the Master. He doesn't like humans."

"But he likes you." The Doctor pointed out and you scoffed.

"Oh yeah, enough to dump me in the middle of humanity's last stand against the Cybermen with no protective gear, no way to get in contact and I'm the only one in this group who knows how to contact you. It's by sheer luck I've lived this long, and kept my race alive. So if you are truly here to help, then ask me questions later, save my people now." You ordered, pulling away from her and looking up at the sound of the whirring.

"Whatever you guys have in your hands, I hope its enough to keep them safe." You snapped.

You turned to Feekar and nodded. "Lets get people into buildings!"

~

You all were separated. You stuck with The Doctor, Ryan and Ethan, as you all headed to Ko Sharmus, to the boundary. The Doctor kept looking over at you, it was like you had vastly changed from back at the Villa. You had held yourself more confidently, and more secure in who you were. Something had changed, and it probably had to do with The Master.

You were wearing 21st century clothing that had been patched up with other fabric, which led her to assume you had gotten hurt during the attacks. You looked like you had aged a lot during the month or two you had been fighting the Cyberman, but it was probably just stress.

The shuttle landed and you all got out, she watched as you took a moment to straighten your clothes.

You watched as the sky started to shift to purple as the Boundary started to open up again, you took a deep breath. You were going to get at least Ethan to safety, that's what matters.

"Yaz looking for The Doctor on all frequencies!"

The Doctor rushed over to the radio. "Yaz! We can hear you! Can you hear me?"

"Doctor!"

"Where are you?"

"We're on a cyberbattle cruiser, with that cyber guy, with a lot of cyber troops that are waking up."

"Yaz, get off that ship now."

"We can't! We're trapped and they're about to break in."

The sky started turning a deeper purple and you took another deep breath. Everything was just about to start. You could see the capital city of Gallifrey.

"What is that?"

You turned to look at Ethan, shrugging. "Looks like home."

The Doctor turned to look at you, her eyes widening. "That's not possible."

"That's my home planet." The Doctor mumbled, turning back to look at the burning city through the portal.

You turned to look at Ko Sharmus. "That's Gallifrey."

"Well I've never seen it look like that!"

"How is Gallifrey here?"

The Master suddenly appeared, stumbling forward and groaning a small bit. "Wow!"

"Great entrance, Master! Right on time!" You called, starting to step forward towards him while The Doctor stared in shock.

The Master held his hand out and you grabbed it, smiling. He turned to face you while keeping an eye on The Doctor, subtly checking you for injuries while you turned to face back toward The Doctor.

"You should be afraid, Doctor, 'cause everything you thought you knew, is going to change. Forever."

[the-lost-girl-in-the-tardis]

Eater Of Time

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Gender Neutral Reader

Song: Babylon- Barns Courtney. Darkness of the Day- Cadalay

Warnings:

An: This is something that I plan on re-writing in the future. Maybe even making it into a short story. But it's an idea i've been toying with for a long time now so please consider this as a first draft of sorts. Any feedback will be appreciated.

Tags: @simplymurdock

Word count:4586

Last part first

"Help me. Remind me why I'm here."

-Kim Addonizio, from 'Death Poem', Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems.

"What are they?" Your voice shakes. The creatures in front of you move and shift along the shadows. Their eyes are hungry. Feeding off of the very being of you.

"Eaters of time." The Doctor spoke from beside you. Quiet. Soft. Almost scared if one could believe it. You glance up at him as he still stares back at the creatures.

"Eaters of time?" You ask. One of them lurches forward and the Doctor places you behind him. His sonic whirs uselessly against them. The darkness they spread swallows the little green light. "Doctor." You whisper. "Doctor please. What are they?"

You have never seen that look on his face before. So broken. Empty. You've seen his joy, his anger, his sorrow. This. It.

"They eat time, Y/n. Specifically the time someone has lived. They eat it. Consume it. Almost immortal because of their hunger." He pulls you away from him and towards the open forest the two of you had trekked god knows how long ago. "I'm sorry." He gives you a hug. Presses a kiss to your brow. "I am so sorry. But I need you to run. Go. To the Tardis. She'll take you home."

"I'm not leaving you!" The creatures surge as your voices rises. "Doctor. I will not leave you." You voice is hoarse. Your body strung tight. Muscles and a base primal fear begging you to do just that. Run.

His face hardens and you catch a glimpse of the Doctor that only those who whisper his name in fear have witnessed. Not at you. No. But that foolish heart of yours. The one that begs to stay. To help.

"I need you to run. Now." He begins to push you away from it all. Away from the baying creatures. The forest seems to grow. To swallow the both of you as he pushes you further and further away. "Go! Before they-"

First part second

"Let me sit here, on the threshold of two worlds. Lost in the eloquence of silence."

-Jalalud'din Rumi (1207-1273) 13th century mystic and poet.

"One of the most beautiful forests in this galaxy." The Doctor whirls as he steps in front of you. Throwing the Tardis doors open with a flourish he grins. "Y/n I give you Tenebris Silva."

Beautiful indeed. The forest had a dark ethereal beauty to it. Shadows clung to the spaces in-between. White fog flowed and clung to the trunks of the trees. Deer like animals peered from around them. Their large eyes catching the light from inside the Tardis before darting off into the darkness.

The trees were such a deep green they matched the eternally night sky. The tops brushing the sky as if they were painting the smattering of stars and clouds high above. They moved and swayed with the breeze. Creaked and groaned as the wood fought against the wind far above.

All you could do was look in aw. Spinning on the spot as your feet dug into soft earth and pine needles. The air was so sweet. So clear and clean. It was if you were taking a breath of air for the first time. You breathed in deeply. As if you were trying to etch this air into your lungs. Commit it to memory so you would never forget.

You could hear the Doctor laugh as you did this. You must have looked a little silly you thought. Spinning about like a child. Still, you didn't stop. Trying to drink in every bit of this place you could. Trying to remember it so that one day you could look back. Such a happy memory it would be.

The Tardis doors closed and for a brief moment you were plunged into darkness. The half moon provided little light. As did the stars far away as they were. You jumped when you felt the Doctors hand land on your shoulder. A flashlight was pressed into your hands as the Doctor turned his own on.

"Come along then. There's a cabin here." The two of you began to walk. The Doctor stopped. Muttered to himself then began walking in the complete opposite direction. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. "Oh hush you. Unless you don't want to see the once in a lifetime meteor shower." You really did laugh at this.

"You wouldn't." You nudged his shoulder with yours. He tried to keep that angry look on his face but it soon fell.

"No. Not to you." His free arm wrapped around your shoulder. "But you'll love it. When they fall they light up every color you could ever imagine. It's like a firework show but better." His head dipped low. "And I can guarantee whatever you are imagining isn't even going to compare to what you are about to see." He pulled his head up. "Although that doesn't mean that you lack imagination. Or that you don't have a brilliant mind or." You stopped him by shining your flashlight in his face.

"Stop it you." You turn your head shining your light about the lightly worn path the two of you were taking. It was more of a deer trail really. A thin worn dirt path with a decent amount of brush on either side. "How far is it to this cabin?" You shiver. The planet may have an eternal night but it was no colder than a normal night on Earth.

"Not far." The Doctor responded. "Tired already? The fun hasn't even begun! We're supposed to." He stopped. Shined his light away from the path. You followed yours with it.

"Doctor?" You ask. Peering around him as he plucked something off of the brush next to him. You heard him hum as he brought it in front of him so you could see.

"Fabric. That's strange. No one else is supposed to be here. Or have been here for a long time." The fabric was a dark denim. Similar to the jacket you were wearing now. The Doctor moved it about. Checking it every which way. He brought it to his nose and gave it quite the loud sniff.

You arched a brow and chuckled. "That smell any good?" The Doctor looks to you. Shakes his head. He looked as if he were trying to recall something. He pockets the fabric and pulls you along the path.

"It's nothing. Probably. Maybe." The two of you broke through the brush. The tree line opening up to an open field with the cabin in the center of it. The ground breaks off to a cliff face with mountains jutting above the horizon. "And no. It didn't smell good." The both of you laugh.

The cabin is dark and very very big. It toward at least three stories and spread the length of a football field and then some. There was no electricity either. Candles and lanterns lined the walls. The Doctor flicked his sonic as the two of you entered. The inside of the cabin bathed in soft orange light.

The floor was carpeted. Paintings hung on every available inch of wall. Only broken by cabinets or hanging plants. The air smelled of something familiar to you. One you couldn't place.

You took the time to look around while the Doctor scribbled away in what you assumed to be a log book. Like the kind that hotel owners have. You brushed your fingers along the frame of one of the paintings. Was this place a hotel? You would have to ask the Doctor.

"Alright! Off to our rooms then." The Doctor spun bringing his hands together. The lanterns lit themselves as the two of you climbed a flight of stairs to the next floor.

You couldn't help but get a weird sense of deja'vu as you walked. Something bugging you in the the back of your mind. You shrugged your shoulders as a shiver ran down your back. While the Doctor was unlocking the door to one of your rooms you glanced back down the hallway. The further down it went it seemed like the darkness swallowed the light.

Your ears began to ring as your continued to look about. Something. Something wasn't entirely right. One of the lanterns flicked before going out briefly. Cold washed over you and you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

"Y/n?" The Doctor's head popped over your shoulder as he looked down the hallway with you. You jumped and spun on the spot. A hand over your know rapidly beathing heart.

"Jesus Doctor! You scared the life out of me." He looked from down the hallway to you. A curious look on his face. 

"Are you alright?" His hands were on your shoulders. Eyes searching your face as if he could find the answer he was looking for there.

"Ya. I." You stuttered out. "I was just lost in thought in all." At this he gave a soft huff. 

"Must have been some thought." His voice was quiet. "Anyways. Your room!" The door swung open to reveal a lavish room. A large canopied bed with sheer, wine red curtains. A dark chestnut chest sat at the end of it. As you walked through the door you saw a plush couch that matched the color of the bed. In the center of the room was a small table with chairs at either side.

"This looks like something my parents would love to be in." You said. You turned. Brushing your hand along the fabric of the couch. Then again. That smell. Something so familiar you could almost place it. It was stronger here. "That being said. It's beautiful Doctor." The Time Lord in question  was leaning against the door frame. A soft smile on his lips. "Thank you for taking me here." You genuinely meant it. Everything this man has shown you. You wish you had more than just words you could say. 

"No need for thanks y/n." He pushed himself away from the doorframe. "Cards?" He pulls a deck from his pocket. How deep those things are you'll never know. You've seen him pull out things that range from childrens toys to tools, and the oddball snack.

"You always win though." You grumbled. "It's not fair." Despite your protests you sat down at the table. The Doctor had already been dealing out the cards.

"Ace of spades?" You asked with a yawn. The cards blurred in your hand. It could have been ace of spades. It could have been the queen of hearts. 

"Go fish." Another yawn. You pull out a card from the half hazard pile on the table. 

"Doctor?" You ask. Shuffling the cards around in your hand. You had well over ten cards. Maybe more. The Doctor hummed in response. "It's late." You laid the cards face down on the table.

The Doctor turned his wrist. Checking the time. "That it is." He shuffled his cards. Picked his head up.  "Oh." His mouth rested in a small o. Slightly looking away. "Oh! You need to sleep!" He laid his own cards down. Standing up as he took in your tired state. Head rested on your hand. Eyes struggling to stay open. Slightly nodding as you tried to stay within the waking world. "Oh you need to get to bed." 

You were laughing as the Doctor lifted you to your feet. "Come on to bed with you." You through your jacket on the table. "Humans. Really I forget sometimes." You doubted that. The poor man was apologizing left and right as you unlaced your boots. Tossing them to the left of you somewhere. 

"Doctor its fine." You were sat on the edge of the bed. You almost sunk into it the mattress was so soft. "Really." Instead of listening he was rattling off everything that could happen with sleep deprivation and "Really. It's ridiculous how much you lot need to sleep. Oh what am I going to do." You tuned him out after a bit.  Instead choosing to lay back onto the bed.

There. Again. That familiar scent. Sort of woodsy. It was clean and bright with something spiced at the end. What was it? You turned your head.

Oh. Your bag.

When did you bring that?

Sure enough there was your backpack. The poor thing was worn in a lot of places but you used it every time you stayed the night somewhere. It was essentials mostly. Toiletries. Extra clothes. Phone charger and camera. And your perfume.

You sat up abruptly. The Doctor stopped his rambling then. He was watching you as you pulled the bag into your lap. You were digging around when he came next to you. There. The bottle.  

You pulled your perfume out of the bag and looked at the bottle. It was something you used almost all the time. This one was brand new though.

The bottle was halfway empty. Did you put the wrong one in?

"When did I bring this?" You whispered to yourself. Head tilting as you tried to remember when you had packed the bag let alone brought it with you. The Doctor said nothing as you placed the bottle back inside the bag. There was something in the air between the two of you. Something you were both forgetting. Something important.  

"Time for bed. Ya?" You spoke after a moment. You looked up at the Doctor. The two of you staring at one another for a moment. Something unspoken passing between the both of you. 

"Sleep well. I'm right across the hall." The Doctor told you. You didn't move even after he had left the room. The smell of chocolate and patchouli lingering in the room when he did. It fades after a few minutes. 

You're sat at the edge of the bed. The pajama's you planned to change into sitting in your lap. There was just something you were unable to shake. How was it you were able to smell your perfume when you've never been here before? And your bag. How was it here? You didn't remember grabbing it when you left the Tardis.

And that scrap of fabric. The one the Doctor had tucked away.  " No one else is supposed to be here. Or have been here for a long time." The Doctors words echo in your thoughts. Then how was it here? Just how long has this planet been alone for? 

A once in a lifetime experience. Then how come there wasn't more people? This place could house hundreds upon hundreds of people and their families. 

You change into sweats and a long sleeve t shirt.  Laying your old clothes on the table you had been playing cards on just moments ago. Your jacket. You couldn't help but stare. Something you wore quite often. An unassuming piece of fabric you had never really given a second thought to before. 

You shook your head and laughed at yourself. You were being silly. Thinking to deeply into something that wasn't event there. Drawing the covers back you crawl into bed. The Sheets were smooth and silky. Soft against you as you sunk down into the mattress.

Sleep came quickly and easily. Your body and mind to tired to be able to do much else. 

Second part Third

"I am fragile and Unholy. Open. Ravage. Eat."

-Tanaka Mhishi, Literary sexts II ( Via Ghost tears)

Something was horribly wrong.  What it was he didn't know. And oh how he hates not knowing. Especially  when the lives of one of his companions were on the line.

There were clues here. Blaringly obvious clues that go together. He just couldn't figure out how. There, in the woods. A scrap of fabric torn from y/n's jacket. It was clearly theirs. The scent of their perfume still clung to it. And it was here to, in the hotel. It floated in the air so thickly he could almost taste it.  What was normally a scent he found comforting and refreshing turned his stomach.

Why. Just why would they do that? Why would they do something that made it so clear that they were here before? 

Then there was the ledger. Names upon names from hours ago. The planet had a day night cycle that would last one earth week before plunging back into the day. They're names were at the top. So why was it dark? 

The Doctor found himself leaving his room. Stopping momentarily in front of y/n's door. His ear pressed against the wood. He could hear their breathing. The soft speaking they always did. Although they didn't admit it. Safe. They should be safe for now.

He opened one door. Then another. And another. 

Each one was filled to the brim of life. A lack of people but clearly it had been lived in not to long ago.

The last door he checked he opened so harshly it smacked against the walls. The door bouncing back with a mock laughter as he entered. His sonic went wild as he scanned the room. His twin hearts began their panicked beating before his own thoughts could catch up.

They needed to leave. And now.

 Chronophage.  Chronophage . Chronophage . Chronophage .

The words were painted on every single wall and every available surface there was.  The Doctor brushed his fingers against the paint. It was tacky. Not quiet dried yet. 

"Time eater." His body rushed with cold. "Time eater." He spoke again.

That 's why. Oh they were most defiantly here before. It could have been days. Weeks. Months.  The Doctor turned on heel. Running back down the length of the hallway.  There was no knowing on how long it has been. But he knew that y/n had less time to give. They could gorge themselves on the lives he's lived. Let them take it all.

But them? Oh gods not them.

He was rounding the corner when he heard it. Palm pressed against the wall as he steadied himself. Paintings fell. Crashed to the floor. 

His body when ridged when a shrill scream echoed down the hall. 

If he could he would have ran faster. Willed his body to do so. Praying with the names he knew that they would be ok.

Crashing and banging. 

"Doctor!"

He has never heard them scream like that.

.

Something had woken you from your sleep. It wasn't that uncommon for you to wake multiple times when in a new place. You body to on edge to truly fall into a deep sleep. Every strange noise would have you tossing and turning. 

So the next time you woke you took  a moment to just lay there. Eyes closed as you listened to the sounds around you. There was the softness of your breathing. The creaking of the hotel settling. Somewhere outside and animal bayed. Calling out to the moon that filtered light through the curtains canopying your bed.

You were warm and comfortable. Cradled by the thick blankets and pillows surrounding you. You breathed in deeply. Sighed. Another deep breath and.

What was that?

Fabric rustled in front of you. The sound of skin gliding across silken material hit your ears next. You stilled. Cold washing over you as your began to realize that you were not alone.  The bed dipped next to you. The wood creaking and groaning from the added weight.

Your breathing stuttered. Everything stilled. 

For a moment you tried to convince yourself that it was the Doctor. That he was just playing a cruel joke on you. But you couldn't find the smell of chocolate and patchouli. A scent you found comforting. Safe.

No. No. No.

Something hovered above your cheek. Something so cold you could feel it before it even touched you.

Your body wound itself tightly. Your heart pounding a rhythm in your chest. Your fist balled beneath your pillow. 

And with a yell you struck. Cried out. 

The creature screamed as it scrambled backwards. Taking the curtains and the blankets with it. 

Move. You needed to move.

You were glued to the spot. Sitting near the edge of the bed but to terrified to move. You tried to. Tried to at least yell. To cry out for the Doctor.

Everything stilled. 

The fabric on the floor moved. Going up like a joked attempt of a sheet ghost before falling away from the figure it was draped on.

It was tall and skinny. Skin going from hues of grey to a deep rich black. That black seemed to swallow it. To consume the room. You could almost feel it. It was so close to being tangible that you could feel pinpricks hit your skin. It was painful. Almost fire like.

It's head tilted. Golden eyes widening when it saw you move. Just a twitch of your leg.

It leaned forward.

Move.

It's hand brushed the now bare mattress.

Move.

The darkness followed with it. Flowed over the white of the mattress.

MOVE!

And you did. Falling backwards onto the floor before scrambling to your feet. The creature stood to move with you but got caught on the railings for the curtains. You took this brief moment to grab your boots before darting to the door.

A shrill scream left you lips when you heard it growl and snarl. It toppled the bed in its anger. The tables and chairs being thrown to the side as you crossed the threshold of the door.

"Doctor!" A sob tore through your throat. Nothing but desperation left your lips.

'"Y/N!" The Doctor caught you in his arms. Held you closely as your body shook. "We have to go. We need to go. Now." The both of you turned towards what was once your room. The creature inside was yelling. Crying. Upset that you had left.

Quickly you pulled your boots on. Allowing the Doctor to take you hand the two of you ran from the hotel. Down the halls. All but flying down the stairs and towards the large double doors the two of you had crossed not long ago.

Third part Last

"If there is a light then I am going to swallow it. If there is a god then i'm going to make him cry."

-s.osborn, from "blasphemies as the 5th street station, " published in The Rising Phoenix review (vialifeinpoetry) 

The forest was dark. Deep and heavy as it swallowed the both of you. The creatures would not leave you be. They followed every step you took. Swallowed every sound you made. The two of  you were prey in the worst way possible. A horrid game of cat and mouse as they turned you around again and again.

The Doctor had explained the best he could. These paradoxil creatures. That the two of you had lived this moment more than once. They would send their victims back again and again with a little less of themselves each time. 

They consume the life you have lived and use it for themselves. They take and take and take until they are almost immortalized.  Their own veritable fountain of youth.

Their victims would becomes less of themselves each time. Losing pivotable live moments that shaped them into who the had become. Entire lifetimes lost until they became a husk. Unable to do anything  more that live on a robotic life.  And many did not last long afterwards.

You could see the path that others took. Deep footsteps pressed into soft dirt. They had dropped things ranging from clothes and jewelry. Childrens toys and the odd suitcase here and there.

"We helped them." The Doctor told you. Spinning in circles as he tried to use his sonic to find the Tardis. The poor girl was calling out to him. A victim in this just as much as you were.  "There." The Doctor stilled. The light of the sonic bright and green. It sung out a high pitched tune as you stumbled up next to the Doctor. 

You were tired and worn. Mentally exhausted and hurt from head to toe. Both of you were  in a sorry state. The Doctor had lost his dress coat. His bowtie  had been torn away and the white of his shirt was slowly being stained a muddied brown. You were no better. Holes in your shirt from where the brush tore it. There was mud stained from hip to ankle from when you tripped. 

There again. There they were. Slinking around the trees. Calling out to you. Hungry. They were so hungry.

You were pulled away from them. The Doctors hand was on your upper arm. His face was alight with worry. "Run." The word was whispered. Desperate as he spoke to you.

Run you did. Cut off time and time again the closer you got to the Tardis. They were not going to let you go. 

"Why won't they let us go." It was a broken sob that left your lips. To worn and tired to truly care about the way you sounded. You wanted to go back to the Tardis. To find comfort in her and the Doctor as the two of you tried to put this all behind you.

"Me. They won't let me." The Doctor drew you in close. "I am sorry. So so sorry." He hid you away from the world for just a moment. He could see the Tardis in the distance. She called out to him. Begged him to come back. To bring the two of you back to her where she could get the both of you to safety. To anywhere but here. 

He could feel you tremble and shake. The soft push you gave as you tried to get even closer to him. "No." He felt you mutter into his neck. "No. I know what you mean by that." You pulled away. "I will not let you sacrifice yourself. We leave. Together or not at all."

The Doctor, for the first time, cursed you humanity. Cursed the fact that you cared so deeply.  He pressed his head to yours. His hand curling around the back of your neck. You could hear him speaking. Muttering in a language that the Tardis refused to translate. Even now. In this moment. 

The creatures. The Chronophage. You could hear them. Speaking. Whispering. Calling out to you. Begging you to help them. That they were starving. Near death. How could you be so selfish just feed them.

For a brief moment you see it. The meteor shower the Doctor had brought you to see. The  reason why you were even here. It seemed the shower itself were in your eyes. It took your breath away as the air around you lit up in color. 

The Doctor had pulled away. Watched you as you watched the sky. Something you would never have seen in your lifetime if it had not been for him. He has seen this before. Time and time again he would come back. He was grateful that in this moment, despite the horror around him, he got to see it though you. Such a soft look on your face as you forgot about the beasts around you. 

Chronophage. Time eaters. Eater of time. There is only a few names that made the Doctor fear for his life. 

 It would be a miracle if you two made it out of here. Already the both of you had lost pieces of yourself that would never return. Moments in time that you will never get back. The simplest things shaping you into who you were. And not for the first time the Doctor mourns your loss.

There. The Tardis. Just feet away. 

Already he was losing you. The creatures were feasting even as the two of you ran. The Tardis had thrown her doors open. Calling out as loud as she was able. Soft yellow light bathing the ground in front of her. 

Not again. She would not lose the both of you again. 

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*Author’s note*

Hey gang well here we are again with yet another Doctor who request. To the anon who requested this I THANK YOU FOR YOUR INCREDIBLE PATIENCE. Now I made some slight changes to the reader’s characteristics so I hope that’s okay. Now again most of these updates that I’ll be doing will mostly be Doctor who based (from the endless amounts of DW requests I’ve had on my phone since last year, again anons I thank you for your patience and I am getting through them) but some Marvel ones will come out as well. So just sit back and enjoy these requests ;)

Warnings: Child neglect, malnourishment, human captivity, some angst and fluff.

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I’ve been in this prison for—what feels like forever.  In fact I think it has been forever.  For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the possession of a man known as The Collector due to me being the last of the Timelords.  At first I didn’t know myself what I was, all I knew was that every now and then right at the point of death from malnourishment, my body grew warm and my appearance would change.

When the Collector first saw my change firsthand, he moved me from one cell to another where I had nothing but needles shoved into my arms and every now and then he not only took my blood but there was also this glowing gold light that would also go up into a canister and once it got full after a month of draining, he’d take it away and replace it with a new one.

On and on this went on and I began to think that this was to be my life for the rest of my days. I couldn’t die because all I would do was regenerate into a different person.  I was beginning to think that I would never get out of this horrible place, that the Collector would continue to misuse and neglect me.

That was until…….she came into my life.

I was trying to sleep in my 4x4 cell (it is not comfortable let me just tell you that) when I heard a knock at the solid glass of my prison.  There I saw the Collector standing there, his eyes full of obsession as usual.  His mouth gaped in awe as he said.

“Today is the day my little one.” Oh yeah that’s right.  I’m dying today.  The Collector has even gone far as to make a schedule for when I’m to be expecting to regenerate.  My current 12 year old body had been put through countless hours of testing, blood draining, neglect, and aura extraction.  And now the time has come for me to regenerate once again.

“I can’t believe it’s been your 9th change and you’ve given me more money and immortality than I could ever hope for.” Oh yeah I forgot to mention this one little detail.

Sometimes when the Collector is in his greatest moods, when the Tourist season arrives, hell have his greatest displays out for the public for all the gawk, point and take pictures of.  I was displayed when I was in the process of my 3rd change so everyone got to see me transform from a small 4 year old white child, to an 11yr. old brown skinned girl.

Now that it was time for me to regenerate once more and it was the day tourists from around the galaxy, and across space and time for them to come see his fantastic collection of mistreated, abandoned and unwanted things.

“Now then remember to make this your grandest metamorphosis yet. And also try not to burn any of the clients. Always bad for business if someone gets hurt.” I didn’t respond to him.  I never respond to him, no matter what torture he does whenever he tries to make me answer, I don’t give him the satisfaction of being broken before him.

He can continue to drain me dry but he’ll never break me.

*3rd Person POV*

Meanwhile just in the outskirts of the Collector’s shop, the familiar wheeze of the TARDIS soon echoed out.  The TARDIS went from a faint image to a full solid picture.

“And here we are gang. As promised, welcome to the Bermuda Tri—” soon stepping out of the TARDIS was the Doctor herself, and her little fam, Yaz, Ryan and Graham.

“Uhh Doc, this isn’t what I pictured the Bermuda Triangle to look like.” Graham said.

“What? Ahhh no you stubborn ol girl you do this again!? Every. Time I want to go somewhere I tell you to go, you do a 180!” She snapped as she slapped the side of the TARDIS.

“So……where exactly are we?” asked Ryan as he stepped out along with Yaz.

“It kinda looks like a combination of London and Los Angeles.” Yaz said.

“Honestly I’m not quite so sure myself of where we are. Stay close everybody. Never know what could be lurking around here.” The Doctor said to them.

“Should we—have a look around?” asked Graham skeptically.

“I mean it’s the only way, right Doctor?” Ryan said to the Doctor.

“Well normally I would say no when I don’t know of a certain location but the TARDIS always has a habit of sending me where I’m needed. Alright listen up gang,” she turned to her three human companions and explained to them in a firm tone. “We’re gonna have a little look around. But again I have no idea who or what lives here. So there is to be no going off on your own, no touching anything, don’t even speak to anyone. You are to stay where I can keep an eye on you. Is that understood?”

“Yes Doctor.” The three of them answered.  The Doctor nodded and soon the three of them walked on ahead.

They walk up a hill till they finally arrive at the borders of the city.  All around so many different species of creatures and people across space and time were gathered around just going about their day.

“It—looks like an ordinary in London. People going about their day, nothing really out of the ordinary.” Graham said.

“I wouldn’t go that far yet Graham. Let’s go, blend in well with the crowd. There’s—something doesn’t feel right for some reason.” The Doctor said.  As they walked they soon heard a few voices say.

“Have you heard about the Collector’s new showcase?” a young woman with albino skin and purple eyes said.

“I go there every year. I’m told he’s got her on display once again.” Said a mechanical green woman.

“Wait you don’t mean…..”

“Yes. It could be another transformation.”

“Then let’s go.” The two women raced on.  Yaz leaned towards the Doctor and whispered.

“Did you catch any of that?”

“I don’t know who exactly they’re talking about, but that’s our best clue as to why the TARDIS might’ve brought us here. Cause out here in the streets there’s clearly no danger. No fights, no war, not even an invasion.”

“Couldn’t hurt to take a look inside and follow those girls.” Ryan said.  So they secretly followed the two women.

Soon the two women turned into a crowd as hundreds upon hundreds of people walked right towards a tower-like building.  As our gang of time travelers went inside, they found that this tower was almost like a warehouse.  It’s darkened hallways lit only by the hollowed lanterns above.  As they continued walking, they noticed that it soon began to remind them of some kind of art show.

“Hang on, I know that thing.” The Doctor said as she suddenly stopped.

“Know what?” asked Graham.

“Over there.” She pointed to a very large cube like cell with an intricate design on each side. It was a circle with what looked like a maze-like pattern decorated along the inside of it.

“What is it?” asked Ryan.

“My old prison in a past life.” The Doctor answered grimly.  Yaz and Ryan walked up to it and they saw on the plaque the words.

PANDORICA BOX.

Ryan and Yaz looked at each other and Ryan shrugged.

“And that, I recognize that weapon over there.” She and Graham walked to it and Graham asked her.

“Is—is that what I think it is Doc?”

“Yes Graham. A cyberman head.”

“So…..what is this like some sort of art gallery of everything you know?”

“Possibly. But none of this is Timelord technology. However this place does seem to have almost everything I’ve encountered in my many lives.”

‘Ladies and gentlemen. Creatures and species far and in between. Please make your way to the back room for a show like no other. For the first time in decades, the changeling child has returned.’ The voice of a women came on the intercoms from above.

“The changeling child?” Ryan repeated confused.

“So changelings actually exist?” asked Yaz.

“After all we’ve seen, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Graham shrugged.

“I’m not so sure about that guys. C’mon. Stay close and keep to the back.” Soon everyone started heading towards the back room where a giant arena-like stadium stood. At the very center, the Doctor and her friends saw a young girl laying there at the center of the stadium in a clear box like cage.

“Oh my god.” Yaz gasped as she covered her mouth in horror.

“That poor girl is she—she’s completely malnourished. She’s practically skin and bones.” Graham said.

“Doctor. Who would do something like this?” Ryan sneered softly.  The Doctor looked closer and that’s when she saw the glowing hands on the young girl.  That familiar orange, yellowish glow.

“Oh my……”

“What is it Doc?” Graham asked.  But before she could say a word, an elderly man with spiked white hair and wearing a leather attire with a fur coat with multiple colorations came right to the cage and he said to the audience.

“Greetings my dearly beloved guests. As you have ventured into the far outreaches of space and time to see all of my beloved collections. I am proud to announce and reveal to you all for the first time in a very long time, my most prized possession. The changeling child.”

“Calling a child their possession. Boy I’d like to give that crazy git a punch across the face.” Graham hissed lowly.

“Easy Graham. Just watch.”

“Watch what exactly? Doctor what’s going on?”

“Just want to prepare you guys for what you’ll see one day with me.” Soon the young girl began to glow brighter and brighter till her whole face and hands were starting to glow like the sun.

Then with a burst of Timelord energy, a powerful fiery blast exploded from her and the crowd was just in awe of what they were witnessing.  The Doctor shook her head and muttered.

“She can’t be contained when a regeneration happens. It can cause significant damage to the next body.”

“What’s happening Doctor? Is she going to explode?” asked Ryan worriedly.

“No Ryan, just keep watching.” A cry was soon heard and the next thing everyone saw was that the young 12 year old white girl now transformed herself into a young 7 year old brown skinned child.  Her once blonde hair was now pure black and cut into pixie style haircut.

“Wait did she just—” Yaz started off.

“Fam. I’d like to introduce you all to a Timelord child.” The Doctor said in a stoic manner.

“Wait but—I thought you and the Master were the last of your people?” Ryan said.

“So did I. But that there was a regeneration. Known only to the Timelords themselves. No other creature or species in the Universe can do a transformation like that.”

“And it seems that freak’s using her as a main attraction for his Collection around the world.” Graham hissed angrily.

“Well what do we do? I mean we can’t just leave her here. Maybe this is what the TARDIS wants us to do.” Yaz said.

“But how can we rescue her? I mean we don’t even know the layout of this place.” Ryan said.

“Leave that to me. For now I want you guys to play out the roles of interested travelers. If any security goes snooping around, just play them off in any way you can. Trust me gang, right now that little girl down there could use someone whose been through this. And believe me I’ve been through it many, many, many times.”

“Alright Doc. But just know should you need us, we’re just a shout away.” Graham said.  She nodded to them and as the crowd began to leave the stadium, Ryan, Yaz and Graham joined the crowd while the Doctor stayed behind in the shadows and watched as some of the Collector’s helpers moved the child out of her display case and moved her back down to her proper cell.

*My POV*

After being put back in my cell I finally got the chance to look at my new form.  My once white skin was now brown and my hands were smaller. I must’ve de-aged again.  I felt around my face and it was now more rounder than it was previously.  My hair was also shorter, way shorter actually.  So short that I couldn’t even see what color it was.  But I had fingers, lots of fingers, 2 legs, two feet, eyes, nose, mouth, ears.  New body, new rules.

“Magnificent. This is almost like your 4th form but—lighter skin. And your hair, don’t really like it that short but it is what it is.” The Collector said as he pressed his hands up against my glass cage. “After I count the profits for today, we’ll proceed with the Timelord aura drain.” With a flick of his animal skin cape, he turned and left the room.

I lowered my head exhaustedly and let out a deep breath and soon saw the familiar glowing fog coming out of my mouth.  Then out of nowhere, my cage began to unlock itself but the Collector was nowhere in sight. As the glass walls lowered back down, I sat up in shock and looked around fearfully only to see a woman with short blonde hair wearing a greyish-blue trench coat.

She also wore a dark blue shirt with multiple colored stripes around the front, the color yellow was the main color that really struck out cause it was just piled up on both top and bottom of the other colors.  She also wore what looked like suspenders and brown boots.

But what really caught my attention were her eyes.  Her deep brown eyes.  Unlike the Collector whose eyes were always filled with crazed obsession, this woman’s eyes were filled with kindness, curiosity, and—astonishment.

“It’s alright. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“How can I—trust you?” wow new voice.  It was lighter—almost like the sound of a bell.

“I know this must seem strange to you. Having a stranger open up your prison but tell me this. If I wanted to hurt you, don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?” she asked me. I pondered the thought and realized she was right.

The Collector’s workers who would transfer me from my cell to my display case, they always took a shot using their electro-whips on me just for the sport of it.

“Who are you?” I asked her.

“Well believe it or not. I’m just like you. A Gallifreyian Timelord.”  I looked at her shocked.

She was a Timelord as well? But—the Collector said that I was the last of my kind.  When he found me as a baby, he told me that I was the only sole survivor.

“You’re lying.”

“Actually I’m not. How do I know I’m not lying you might be thinking? Well I can tell you that seven months ago, I was a white haired Scotsman.”

“Prove it.” I asked her. “That you’re a Timelord. How do I know you’re not lying?” she looked around before finding a stethoscope from a nearby stand.  She grabbed it and came up to me and placed the earpieces in my ears.

“Have a listen.” She placed the metal part against her chest and soon enough I heard the 4 heartbeats of the Timelord.  I looked up at her and she looked right at me with those soft eyes of hers and she said, “Well, what’s your verdict?”

“But—it’s impossible. I thought I was……I thought I was the only one.”

“So did I.” she said solemnly.  Her eyes now appeared to have a hint of sadness to them.  “What’s your name?” she asked me.

“I—I was never given one.” I said sadly as I looked down.  I heard her hum softly and that’s when she said.

“Well we can’t just call you nothing. Hmm let me think……I’m not good with coming up with names but I’ll give it a go.” She said before she began muttering to herself as she paced around me.  I looked at her intrigued and she would look right at me before getting right up into my face.

It was a little awkward having this strange woman get right up in my face but it didn’t make me feel intimidated (not like how the Collector makes me feel whenever he gets up in my face).

“Ah-ha! I think I came up with the perfect name!” she exclaimed happily.  I tilted my head. “Lyra!” I looked at her in disgust. “What? Oh c’mon that’s a brilliant name. You’d be named after a constellation. And Lyra is a Greek name Lyre, a Greek instrument. And a marvelous one at that.”

“I’m sorry it’s just that with……this current form I don’t know if Lyra is a good name for me.”

“Yeah I suppose so. Most beings usually pick a name that fits their look. Well like I told you I’m not really good at coming up with names. I don’t think I ever was.”

“I…..” I started off before trailing off.

“What? What is it?”

“It’s nothing I….I can’t say it.”

“Course you can. Hey you listen to me now love, you can say whatever you want. I’m not like that—monster whose treated you like his possession. So if you’ve got something to say, you can tell me.”

“I—I once did come up with a name during my 3rd transformation. But I don’t know if it’s any good.” She looked at me with encouragement telling me through her eyes that I could freely speak it out. “(Y/n).”

“(Y/n). Hmm……I like it. Yeah it suits you. Alright, (Y/n) I’m the Doctor and I’m busting you out of here.”

“Busting me out?”

“Yeah. You know setting you free, freeing you from your cage, all those other freedom metaphors and sayings. Bottom line is, is that you’re coming with me and my friends.”

“But—the Collector. He’ll know that I’ve escaped. He won’t let me leave.”

“That’s why I’ve got a plan. Now c’mon let’s at least get you out of this storage room and into some real light.” She extended her hand to me and I looked at it conflicted. “I promise (Y/n), as long as you’re with me. I won’t let him or anyone else harm you. I can help you, but you have to trust me first.”

I looked up at her warm brown eyes once more and they gave me a fluttery feeling in my stomach.  Was—was this what it feels like when someone’s kind to you? Finally I lifted my hand and I placed my hand in hers.

“Brilliant. Now can you stand and walk? I know that regeneration still takes time to cook but we kinda are on the clock.”

“I think so.”

“Okay, let’s get you off this thing and then we run.” She picked me up and set me down on the floor before taking my hand again and we took off.

We came to the main door which the Collector always kept lock and only he or his workers knew the combination.

“It’s no use, we’ll never get out of this room. He has it locked 24/7.”

“Good thing I’ve always got this.” She then pulled out a long silver or iron like thing with a crystal point at the end.  She pressed a button and aimed it right at the door’s control panels and a loud hum came out of it as the crystal point became a bright yellow color.

Soon enough I heard the locks being unlocked and the doors opened up.

“There that’s better.” She tossed her magic stick in the air before catching it back into her hand and putting it away into her coat. “Now come on, we’ll rendezvous with the others in the main lobby.” As we left the room I asked her.

“What was that thing?”

“What was what?”

“That thing you used to open the door?”

“Oh right! That was my sonic screwdriver. A handy device of my own invention. It can basically be used for anything. Bio readings, translation analysis, but most of all it can unlock any door. The one thing it isn’t used for is for killing. Because killing is senseless and fighting never solves anything. I hate weapons of any kind especially guns.” Her voice started to trail off into anger which made me a little scared seeing this bubbly, whacky woman now become an ice cold queen. “Sorry. I—tend to get a little dark whenever it comes to hate for violence. Now c’mon let’s keep moving.”

After going up several more levels and her using her sonic screwdriver to get the doors unlocked, we finally arrived at the main level.

“Alright, now my friends are in the lobby like I’ve said. So it’s just a straight forwards to—hang on.” She suddenly said urgently.  She stopped and looked around. “Something isn’t right. There were hundreds of people here just now and now it’s—it’s completely empty.”

“The shop isn’t closed cause it’s still light out. So—where is everyone?” suddenly the alarm sounded off and every entrance, window and door, were sealed off.  The red light of the alarm was the only source of light we had for awhile before it went completely dark.

“You thought I’d let you escape that easily?” then a bright light shined down just a few feet in front of us and there stood The Collector.  Behind him were three people, two men and one a girl around the Doctor’s age.

All three of them were not only being held by the Collector’s guards but from their feet to their hips were trapped in the crystal prison that I was familiar with. In some of his collections, the Collector loves to showcase his ‘prizes’ in crystal form with specially designed rings that encases whatever he wants in a crystal prison.

Trapping them alive.

“We’re sorry Doc. They caught us just before we could meet up.” Said the elderly white man.

“Let them go.” the Doctor stated firmly.

“Or what? See I’ve got basically almost everything across Time and Space but pure humans—well imagine the attractions they’ll bring us.”

“We’re not your property you crazy old bastard!” the young black man spoke up.  Which resulted in him being shocked by the Collector’s guards and the crystal formation went higher up his body from his hips now to his ribs.  He groaned in agony after his shock treatment and the Collector said to him in that low voice of his.

“On the contrary. All those that trespass on my home are my property. No payment in, you serve as a part of my Collection.” He turned back towards us and he continued, “Who would’ve thought that I would get the chance to not have one Timelord, but two. Such a rarity indeed.”

“Yeah bet you didn’t think this was going to happen when you woke up this morning.” The Doctor said sarcastically.  The Collector chuckled softly and that’s when I noticed the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver in her back pocket.  I looked around to make sure that no one was looking at me and I quickly took her sonic and stalked away towards one of the cells.

This was the only option I could think of that could give us enough time to get all of us out of here.  And finally put an end to the Collector once and for all so that no one else could be captured and experimented on again.  I arrived at cell 722 and pointed the screwdriver at the keypad which soon activated.

“This is madness. But you’re our only hope.” I walked inside and went right to work.

*3rd Person POV*

The Collector stared at the Doctor with obsessed eyes and he said to her.

“Who would’ve thought that there were two Timelords left in the entire galaxy. If only you were a male, then once my female one would take a mature form, I could’ve had you both make more Gallifreyian children.”

“Believe it or not I was a man. Actually many times before I’ve been a man.” The Doctor said.

“Interesting. So you can choose which gender you want to be.”

“I don’t really have control over my regenerations. They just happen and I stick with the form I get.”

“Pity. But no matter, you will soon join the child and you both will become my ultimate supply source and tourist attraction. While your friends become one of the many other displays I will showcase in my museum.”

“That won’t happen.”

“You’re so confident about that?”

“Yeah. See, I’ve been in rougher scrapes than this. Now this here, sure it’s a bit of a pickle but it’s way low on the amount of danger I’ve been in on a regular basis.” The Collector stroked his chin as he continued to stare at the Doctor with interest.

“So you’ve been everywhere and seen everything?”

“More than you can imagine pal. Now unless you’d like to be overloaded with the knowledge I’ve got, which trust me you don’t want to know, I suggest you free my friends, let me take the girl, and allow us to walk out of here quietly without another word.” The Collector chuckled icily and lowly and he said.

“And allow you to take my immortality away from me? Do you have any idea how powerful the essences of your kind is?”

“And that’s what makes people like you sick to my stomach. What you’ve been doing to that poor girl is inhumane! No one should ever be put through the hell you put her through! Extracting her Gallifreyian aura, draining her blood. Yeah I’ve seen the needle injections on her arms.”

“What you see as inhumane. I see as an opportunity. The essence of a timelord can give the bearer an immortal life. Even at the point of death, you can just regenerate yourself and start off fresh again. And now that I have too, I’ll forever be immortalized as the famed Collector of the last two Timelords!”

Suddenly the alarm began blaring out loudly.  Everyone looked around in confusion, the Collector had both confusion and anger.

“What is going on?” it was then they heard screaming from down the hall as some more of the Collector’s worker’s were fleeing for their lives.

“Sir! Sir! Prisoner 722 has been reactivated! It’s going on a rampage!” one of the workers said before it was suddenly shot at and he fell to the ground dead.

“No.” The Doctor softly enunciated. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Why did you have it here!? What makes you think you could contain such a monster!?” she sneered.

“Doctor what’s going on? What are you talking about?” then they heard it.  That haunting raspy, mechanical voice proclaiming.

‘WE ARE THE DALEKS! WE WILL REIGN SUPREME AND YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!!’ Soon coming down the hallway was the Doctor’s most feared and hatred rival, a Dalek.

It was an older generation Dalek but it still had it’s program to search and destroy everything that isn’t Dalek based.

‘SURRENDER NOW OR YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!!’ the Dalek proceeded to fire all over any everyone and everything.  While the Dalek was literally destroying everything in sight and bodies kept dropping like flies, over by Graham, Ryan and Yaz, they suddenly felt themselves getting free of their crystal prisons.

They looked down and there stood (Y/n) holding their three rings.  She slammed them on the ground and stepped on them.

“C’mon let’s go!” she whispered as the four of them raced over to the Doctor.  They dodged and nearly got blasted by the explosions of the Dalek’s gun.  Once they came up to the Doctor she turned to (Y/n) and said.

“Were you responsible for this?”

“I didn’t have a choice. This was the one thing they never went to. All of them were too afraid to go near it when it reactivated itself years ago.”

‘IDENDITY DETECTED. THE DOCTOR IS HERE!! THE DOCTOR IS THE ENEMY OF THE DALEKS! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!’ The Dalek suddenly screamed out.

“RUN!!!” The Doctor cried out as we ran out of the lobby and towards the side exit (that had no just been created thanks to our Dalek).  

*My POV*

We quickly raced out but I was suddenly grabbed and I was pinned against the Collector’s chest.

“You’re not going anywhere! If I die then you’re coming with me!” I squirmed and tried to free myself from the Collector’s grip when suddenly he was shot in the head and he dropped down to the ground.  The Dalek rolled up to me and it’s scope-like eye stared right at me.

‘TIMELORD ENERGY DETECTED! TIMELORD ENERGY DETECTED! EXTERMINATE!’ I quickly jumped out of the way and just barely managed to escape the death beam.

“(Y/N)!! RUN!! GET AWAY FROM IT!!!” As quick as I could I raced out of the building.

It wasn’t easy to escape the Dalek cause it kept coming right after us firing shot after shot, explosions coming up around us.  Finally we came up into a blue box that said POLICE BOX written on top.

“In here quick! The forcefield’s up now, but it won’t last for long!” the Doctor cried out.  One by one we each piled into the TARDIS before she shut the doors.  As we all ran inside my first reaction was that it was bigger on the inside.  Could this be more of my people’s technology or is this some kind of magic?

The Doctor quickly flipped a few of the controls and soon a wheezing sound came from the center of this room and a large light shined from the center console that stood in the middle of the controls.

“There. Daleks alone can’t navigate through space and time without a ship. We’re safe. Are you all alright fam?”

“I’m good.” Said the woman.

“I’m thankful that I won’t end up as a display case.” Said the elderly man.

“He’ll survive. And I’m okay too Doctor.” The young man said.  The Doctor sighed with relief and pressed her hand up against her chest over her two hearts.  She then turned to me and asked me as she knelt down in front of me.

“Are you alright (Y/n)?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about that—thing. It was the only thing I could think of as a distraction that I knew they would be too afraid to fight back against.” I looked down sadly but she lifted my chin up and she said as she stroked the back of my head, burying her fingers into my short hair.

“The most important thing is that you’re okay. And that you’re free now.”

Free.  I—I couldn’t believe it. For the first time in my life, I was finally free of the Collector, I would no longer be his lab rat or neglected ever again.  He was dead and he couldn’t hurt me or anyone else again.

“But I must ask you one important question first?” she said in a serious manner.  I tilted my head to the side in confusion and said.

“What?”

“How do you feel about going to Barcelona with me and the fam?” I looked around and these three people who had no idea who I was, all nodded with warm smiles on their faces. I turned to the Doctor and immediately hugged her.

There was soft laughter all around as she hugged me back.  I nuzzled into her shoulder and I whispered to her.

“Thank you, thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. Now then, let me introduce you to the gang.” The Doctor then took me over to the three people and introduced me to Ryan, Yaz, and Graham. And she introduced them to me as the second to last Timelord from Gallifrey.

From then on, I stayed with the Doctor and her friends.  We traveled throughout the entire galaxy and back and forth through time. Eventually there came a time when I went from calling her Doctor to mum.  She was my savior, my protector, my mother.  And I will always be grateful to the day when she and her friends came to save me.

[talsiaa]

Binary Star System (13 x Reader) - 1/?

Summary: This is the first part of a 13th doctor reader insert series :) I loved the 10 ep where he used the chameleon arch and I thought it'd be fun to do that with 13. this chapter is short, basically just sets up the actual story <3

Word Count:

Pairing: 13th doctor x timelord!reader

The TARDIS jolted and spun, spitting sparks of fire from her core at the five of you. The air seemed to have an orange tint - you were pretty sure something would catch fire sooner or later and you weren't one hundred percent sure if you were going to be able to get Yaz, Graham and Ryan to safety before it did. They were currently clinging onto anything they could for dear life around the edges of the console room.

"Doctor, he's going to be able to track us still!" you shouted across the console to you wife. You stumbled to one side as the TARDIS shook tumultuously. "And this isn't what the TARDIS was made for, she's not going to be able to cope!"

"Maybe just one more go?" she sounded desperate.

You had just fled Gallifrey after the Master infested it with his new Cybermen and he was trying to get a hold of his two oldest friends to be the first additions to his fleet. In attempts to shake him off, you and The Doctor had been racing from the birth to the death of the universe over and over again. The TARDIS was under far too much stress.

"You and I both know that this isn't going to work." with great difficulty you managed to move to where The Doctor was fiddling around with some levers. You took a moment to appreciate how her face looked in the orange light and how much you loved her hair all messy. "I think we might need the chameleon arch."

The Doctor's jaw tightened. Her eyes didn't leave the controls, careful not to even glance in your direction.

After a painful moment of silence, Yaz spoke up as the TARDIS gave a particularly nasty jolt. "What's the chameleon arch?" Ryan and Graham had started stumbling over to the console with Yaz.

"The TARDIS can help us disguise as humans. We'd be untraceable. Not even The Master would be able to find us too easily." you explained. "It's not a long term solution but it would definitely buy us some time."

"Oh well, do that then! Why have we been clinging on for dear life for the past half an hour? That sounds much better." Graham exclaimed, looking just slightly confused.

The Doctor didn't lift her head up. "We wouldn't remember you. Or this. Or home..." she took a deep breath. "Or each other." she finally looked at you. Those eyes always did make you heart melt, even in the most inconvenient moments. "I'm not prepared to do that, y/N, we have fought too hard to stick together only to be thrown separate ways with no recollection of each other."

"I know." you slipped your hand into hers, giving it a small squeeze. "I know..."

"Well, what if we came with you. Wherever you both end up and we could keep an eye on you?" Ryan suggested.

"That's not a bad idea-" another jolt as Yaz spoke. "We could even try and get you both to bump into each other!"

"Doctor, I don't think we have a choice. Believe me, I don't want to do this either."

The Doctor dropped your hand, instead running her hands through her hair and across her face. "Yeah. You're right, Y/N, we can't keep doing this we'll break her."

The two of you got started on setting up the chameleon arch, giving Yaz, Graham and Ryan the do's and don'ts at the same time as well the run down on if The Master does manage to track you both down again. Basically, don't touch the fob watches unless it's an emergency.

It was happening.

"It's not goodbye forever, you know?" you said softly, resting your head on The Doctor's shoulder while she was finishing setting the arch up. "And anyway, how could I ever forget you, ey?" you tried to reassure her, but as the words left your mouth a few tears began to run down your face. "You're too brilliant to forget."

"I love you. I always have and I always will." she spoke barely above a whisper. You nodded.

"I love you too. We'll be fine, though. We always are."

Within the next minute you were both hooked up and it was time for Yaz to pull the lever. The last thing you remembered was holding far too tightly onto The Doctor's hand as you both cried out in pain.

Bright light.

And then nothing.

[kinglivv]

Lifetimes (Part 3)

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Summary:  Back when you both lived on Gallifrey, you and The Master were married and had a child. Now, centuries later when it’s all fallen apart, you finally address what had once been.

Warning: Mention of child death

A/N: Massive thank you to @xenteaart​ who essentially came up with the plot to this as I had no idea where to go with this. This is going to be quite a short lil series, but I should have another part out soon <3

MASTERLIST

Being inside the Master's TARDIS again was strange. You're not completely sure if it was the one you and him had shared all those centuries ago, but it welcomed you in like it knew you. It smelled the same.

The atmosphere was different though - all cold and icy and wrong. Back in your day, when you and the Master were happy, it was warm, relaxed. Now it felt like an entirely different ship.

"Here," The Master beckons you over to the console where he's examining the monitor. You make you way over apprehensively, keeping a watchful distance from him. You can still feel the vague remains of ginger beer in your system, but you think it's almost gone - you had practically forgotten you'd been drunk in some human bar half an hour ago.

"This," The Master points to a screen. "Is where the block in the matrix is. We need to get in there, and figure out how to undo it. I got a smallest of glimpses inside when I was there, but my telepathy wasn't powerful enough to see the whole thing."

"But it was definitely her?" You ask. "It was definitely our daughter?"

"Yes, it was Miala." He replies softly, and your heart catches at the mention of her name. You hadn't said it, let alone heard it for years.

"How do we get there?" You question. "Gallifrey was blown up by the death particle."

"Oh darling," He chuckled. "It wasn't. How do you think I'm here?"

"I'd just assumed you'd taken whatever plan B you always have tucked away somewhere."

"Of course," He winks. "Could you do the coordinates?"

You nod silently and move round the console, punching in the numbers you knew by muscle memory. It felt strangely comforting. Sure, the TARDIS was different. You were different. But the amount of times you and the Master had stood in these exact same positions before made the routine feel weirdly familiar.

"Ready?"

You look up and swallow. "Ready."

He pulls down the lever, and the wheezing of the TARDIS begins, signalling take off. You take a shaky breath when it lands, and cautiously follow the Master to the door.

He whips it open to reveal the same room you had been in with him months before, except this time it was minus any cybermen.

"Memories," He says fondly, as he walks up onto the platform.

"Don't get in over your head," You scoff. "I'm not here to reminisce, I'm here for Miala."

He ignores you. "Look," He points to the balcony. "We had our first kiss there, when we were 16. Underneath the stars on New Years."

You don't say anything and look away. Your eyes suddenly burn.

"And there," He moves to another part of the room, hands tracing over a faint, miniscule carving on the wall. "You etched our initials into the wall here, while we waited in line to graduate. Rassilon was not happy when he found out."

He chuckles but again, you're silent.

"And over there - on our first anniversary we broke in and made love-"

"Shut up!" Your hand is on his throat in an instance, pinning him against the wall. He's gasping for air, but he makes no attempt to defend himself. "I am not here for us!" You growl, trying not to glance down at the carving inches from where your hand has him tight. "I don't want to talk about us or even think about us. This isn't an opportunity for you to try re-kindle whatever you think we have left. I'm here because I want so desperately for our daughter to be alive and for some reason I've decided to go along with your little story."

His mouth falls open as he tries to say something, but no words come out.

"Don't ruin this." You hiss, before pulling away sharply. He crumbles to the ground, gasping for air, only seconds away from his respiratory bypass kicking in.

"Okay," He says breathlessly. "Okay."

"The matrix," You say bluntly, moving to the middle of the room. "How do we get in?"

"I can send you in," He pulls himself up. "Are you okay with that?"

"Just don't touch me anywhere except my temples."

He nods understandingly, walking over to you until you stand barely a metre apart.

"Y/N," He asks softly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah," You reply. "I need answers." You look away, before biting your lip and looking back at him. Gently you take his hand. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah," He nods firmly. "Anything for..." you. He doesn't finish the sentence, instead moving his fingers to your temples.

"Ready?"

You feel his mind nudge against yours.

"Ready." You squeeze your eyes shut and let him in.

Taglist: @queerconfusionthings​ @truthbehindthemysteries​ @xenteaart​

[foxcantswim]

Whittaker!Master | Your Doctor

(Whoever started this whole Master!Whittaker era... I love you.) https://archiveofourown.org/works/23021668

Set after the Series 12 Finale.

Doctor!Whittaker x F!Reader x Master!Whittaker

Jack helps the Reader to find the Doctor in a Judoon prison. They run into the Master instead. Reader starts to distrust the Doctor when they are reunited.

-x-

"Through here," Jack said, leading you and the 'fam' through the doorway.

"Oi, Jack," Graham whispered as he stayed by the man's side, "You sure the Doc's here?"

"Positive," he assured, "Trust me on this. The Judoon are smart but they aren't that smart," he then held up a hand, causing everyone to stop walking. He peeked round the corner, "All clear."

Your mind was racing. You had spent almost a year on Earth without the Doctor. You and your friends had been worried sick every day and you couldn't even count the sleepless nights you had endured.

Jack had magically appeared inside your fridge, he had apologised about smashing all the food inside, "Vortex manipulator," he showed his wrist, "Cheap and nasty time travel. Not always accurate."

Yaz patted you on the shoulder, "Don't start daydreaming now," her voice held warning as you passed by a few cells.

"I'm picking up an entity that holds two hearts," Jack said looking down at his device, "Who else but the Doc?" he grinned as he took off down the hallway.

"Oi, mate!" Ryan exclaimed as he followed, "You can't just go runnin' off in a place like this."

You smiled as you stayed at the back of the group, you glanced around at your surroundings. The place was quite dark, the little light came from the small windows that were scattered across the walls.

A cool breeze made you shiver as you felt your mind go fuzzy, your eye-sight began to falter. A bright blue light engulfed your surroundings. You could hear your friends call out to you before everything went black.

Your head throbbed as you tried to focus on the quiet whistling. You forced your eyes to open, your cheek and hands were against the cold flooring.

"Finally awake, I see..." a familiar voice echoed in the room, "Been out for quite some time."

That voice. You sat up with a groan as your head banged, "D-Doctor?" you questioned, hoping that your eyes weren't deceiving you, "Is that-"

"Don't you ever compare me to the Doctor," the voice that you knew well was laced with darkness.

"B-But you-"

"Ooooh..." she said, standing up, "Is that what I look like? Your Doctor," they teased, "What kind of prison doesn't have a mirror?"

You were beyond confused, "Doctor, did you hit your head?"

"Oh, Y/N..." a smirk was on the familiar face, "Come onnn... Don't tell me you forgot all about me. You know who I am..."

You wished it wasn't true. There was a feeling of dread in your stomach... This wasn't the Doctor. They might look like the Doctor. But deep down you knew who they were.

"It's your old friend! I gave you a lovely trip on a plane, remember? That explosion was the best part! I was hoping you enjoyed it!" she exclaimed before making her way towards you, she sat in front of you in order to be eye level, "Call me by my name."

Her eyes. They were cold. Filled with hatred. There was little to no life in them at all.

"Y-You can't be," your voice shook, "You died on Galli-"

"You think the Doctor could get me killed?!" she shouted, clearly infuriated, "You stupid little humans... Thought you could get away from me. The Cyberium saved me. I made it to Earth and regenerated. A small price to pay all things considering. The Judoon showed up and ruined my breakfast, you know?" she glared right at you, deep into your eyes, "But you're telling me that I regenerated into her."

You felt the fear and panic wash over you as the Master's voice became more and more sinister. More and more annoyed by the fact that he- she now looked like the Doctor.

"Her!" she exclaimed, standing abruptly, "What did I do to deserve this!? I've done nothing but good for this universe-!"

"Good?" you scoffed, "You haven't done a single thing that-"

The Master was once again at your eye level on the floor, a hand on your throat, "I teleported you in here. I can just as easily teleport you into the middle of a Dalek fleet. Or in the centre of an active volcano. Or in some random corner of this cold and dead universe where no-one would ever hear you scream," your head was pushed against the wet wall of the cell.

"I-If you can teleport me around..." you cautiously grabbed the wrist of the hand that was still around your neck getting tighter by the second, you swallowed and tried to take in air, "Why can't you-"

"Don't you think I've tried that already?!" she exclaimed, "This stupid device malfunctioned. I tried to get myself out but I got you in!" her other hand held a device that looked similar to Jack's vortex manipulator. She threw it at the wall before releasing your neck.

You took in a deep breath, the ache around your throat evident - redness would surely spread in no time.

"Doctor, Doctor, Doctor..." the Master muttered under their breath, "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor..." she turned to look down at you, "You and I... We are going to get out of here. And I'm going to keep you as my little pet. The Doctor won't save you this time. I'll make sure of it."

"You-"

"Stop looking at me like that!" she exclaimed before quickly making her way over to the window, "Humans and their infuriating emotions. Especially love," she turned her head towards you, "You think the Doctor loves you in return?" a smirk plastered across her face, "What a shame."

You had to be brave. Stop the tears from falling. You couldn't appear weak.

The Master suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you," she grabbed your other wrist and pushed you against the wall, squeezing your wrists hard, "Now what did I say!?" she exclaimed, "Call me by my name!"

You couldn't look her in the eye, your fear was overcoming you, "Master..." you whispered.

"Can't hear you, love," she growled.

"Master," you said.

"Louder!" she shouted, her hands tightening.

"Ma-"

"Doctor," that voice. That voice was so familiar and so soft, "That's the only name that should belong to that face," the Doctor spoke, looking through the bars.

"Doctor-" you breathed in relief. The Master cut you off, grabbing both of your wrists in one of her hands and pinning them above your head. Her other hand came to your throat once more.

"Shut. Up."

The Doctor quickly opened the door and stepped in, "Let her go," she pleaded.

"You come any closer and your little pet doesn't make it out of here alive," the Master warned, "I won't hesitate," her eyes never left yours. You could see nothing but darkness... But they were still the same eyes you fell in love with. It hurt you more than anything to be looked at like this. You wished they still looked like they did before. It would definitely hurt less.

"You don't have to do this-"

"You wanted me to die on Gallifrey, Doctor!" the Master exclaimed in pure anger, "But you see... Regeneration is a- is a funny thing we Time Lords have," venom laced the words 'Time Lords', "You should know that more than anyone."

"I know you hate me..." the Doctor said in a calm manner. She didn't want to escalate the situation.

"Hate?" the Master questioned, "Hate is such a weak word, Doctor. There is not a word that describes how I feel about you right now."

"Just listen," the Doctor spoke, her voice shaking, "Please... You can have whatever you want."

She replied sincerely, "I want you dead. I want everything that has anything to do with you dead. I crave death," the Master was tense, "There are a lot of things I want right now... There are a lot of things you want right now... But we can't all get what we want, now can we?"

You never thought you would be scared of this face. The need to breathe was catching up with you. You felt your legs go weak.

"Please," the Doctor replied, "Just walk away from this. We can co-exist. We're the last ones left-"

"The last ones?!" the Master shouted, removing her hands from you. You coughed and tried to take in air before sliding down the wall to the ground, "The last ones?!" the Master exclaimed once more, moving to stand face to face to the Doctor, "The Time Lords mean nothing now..." their voice was merely a whisper.

"I didn't want this," the Doctor tried to reason, "We could've been friends."

"Never," the Master assured, "Never..." she smirked, "Now step aside. Let me and my new pet leave. And I'll consider not killing her."

The Doctor sighed, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"You can't stop me, Doctor."

"I know..." she nodded before stepping aside, "But he can."

Suddenly, a flash of light illuminated the room, causing you to close your eyes - the blinding light was too much for you. Your eyes adjusted to the room once the darkness settled in. Jack. Of course. He lowered a device that was once pointed at the Master.

The Master.

Gone.

"Y/N..." the Doctor whispered. Your Doctor. With those stupid yellow braces and that wonderful rainbow shirt.

You couldn't stop yourself from flinching once she knelt down next to you, "I-I'm sor-" you began.

The Doctor kept her distance, "No... It's okay," she kept her voice calm and steady. Her eyes scanned your body before the familiar sound of the sonic echoed throughout the room. She made sure to make the scan quick, she wanted to know if anything had happened to you.

Her eyes kept drifting up to the marks on your neck... And then down to her own hands. She hated that it was her hands that caused this pain.

"I-It wasn't you," you assured, gulping at the feeling of your sore throat.

"Shh," she hushed, "You shouldn't talk in your condition. Let it heal," she said, trying to focus on anything but your neck.

The silence was awkward. The only noise that filled the room was the sound of the sonic every now and then.

"I missed you," you muttered.

A sad smile appeared on the Doctor's face, "I missed you, too."

"I hate to rush things, Doc. But the Judoon are going to get suspicious sooner or later!" Jack exclaimed from the doorway.

The Doctor stood up and pocketed her sonic screwdriver. She looked like she was about to grab your hand... But she decided against it, "Jack," she turned to face him before nodding.

He nodded in response, "Okay," he walked over and offered you a hand which you cautiously took, "Don't worry about the Master. I've sent them far into the future. Bit of peace and quiet will do us good."

You felt your legs shake as he gave you support.

"The TARDIS is just down the hall," the Doctor said as she left the cell with you and Jack on her heels.

For some reason, your eyes wouldn't look at the Doctor ahead of you. You tried to focus on anything but her. The cold, wet floor. The rocky walls. That loose thread on Jack's coat. Anything but the Doctor.

"You okay?" he questioned as you got closer and closer to the TARDIS. That beautiful blue box...

You simply nodded.

"Time heals all wounds," Jack assured as the Doctor pushed the door open, "Ryan, Yaz and Graham are safe on Earth. We used the Judoon teleportation system to get back to the TARDIS."

"And now it's time to go back and pay them a visit," the Doctor said.

Your eyes lit up as you stepped into the wonderful machine. Jack helped you over to one of the seats. The Doctor was being unusually quiet.

Still... you couldn't look at the Doctor.

Time heals all wounds.

You hoped that was the case.

Because you still loved the Doctor. But you couldn't bring yourself to say anything to her. Not right now at least. Hopefully, things would be back to normal soon.

Just you. Jack. The fam. The TARDIS. And the Doctor.

-x-

Thanks for reading! I might write a part 2 where the Reader gets comfortable around the Doctor again and finally reveals feelings and all that jazz!

[longitud-de-onda]

would you mind updating us on fandoms/characters you take asks for? I know that din, max and marcus (pike?) are out of the running for now, but I can't remember who else you like besides the metric of "played by pedro pascal"

t’s really fluctuating tbh. 

i will write hcs for: 

oberyn

maxwell

javi

frankie

whiskey

ezra

and i’ll do din (if he’s in a multi-character ask and i feel like it)

i particularly enjoy writing ezra, maxwell, whiskey, and oberyn rn (even though i don’t know jack shit about oberyn) so those might get the muse flowing a bit more?

feel free to send me your own hcs and asks and stuff about anyone,,, i don’t really vibe with max phillips but everyone else is cool. i enjoy talking about all the pedro characters and other characters from those shows/movies.

and like, i would maybe write for other fandoms too, i’ve been thinking about it, but we’ll see. i’m in a lot of other ones, but i don’t think many of them are particularly popular amongst this crowd? feel free to read the tags here, and like, if something sparks your interest, i’m open to a lot of that stuff too

[uchihabbynic]

Trafalgar Law x Fem! Reader - Domestic Life ♡

content: SFW, married life with Law and you’re expecting a baby! so, mentions of pregnancy obvi, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, very brief mentions of Corazon & Law’s backstory. 

a/n: This is the most self-indulgent thing i’ve written in a super long time. So in love with him 🥺 this one’s for you my love! @jordyn-degas 💕

The delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms consumed your senses as you gently swayed in the wooden chair that sat on the front porch of you and your husband's shared home just outside of a quiet springtime island. Carefully cradling your baby bump - images of playtime, late night feedings and soft giggles filled your mind; soon overshadowing the memories of harsh seas and brutal battle wounds you were once accustomed to. 

You were thankful that your husband Trafalgar had retired from pirating and had settled in nicely to domestic, married life with you. It was all still a bit strange when you thought about your ex-Warlord husband now becoming a family man when the two of you often lived every day with the thought it could very well be your last.

The idea of raising a baby shook Law to his core. It was never something in the cards for him as he was just thankful to have made it past his 13th birthday but seeing the way his usually stoic face cracked into a face-splitting grin the moment you told him the news, you were thrilled to embark on this next adventure with the love of your life. 

“Fresh air treating you well, love?” Law questioned as he stepped outside onto the front porch next to you, the colorful wooden front door slamming behind him. 

You smiled up at your husband whose heavily tattooed hand was now outstretched in front of you; steel gray irises peeking down at you from underneath the brim of his signature hat. You interlock your fingers with his and with a sigh, stand up with Law’s assistance; your other hand never leaving the prominent bump. 

“Yes!” you said cheerily. “Thank you for buying us this house, Law. We really needed something of our own, now that the baby is almost here.” 

Law cracked a small smile and gently placed a firm hand on his daughter. “You two deserve only the best; besides, The Polar Tang was no place to raise a child.” Law momentarily reminisced about the submarine that got him and his loyal crew through many battles. 

While it wasn’t ideal to sell the Polar Tang, his crew understood wholeheartedly why he had to. However, this didn’t come without gut wrenching sobs from Bepo the day Law said goodbye to his trusty ship. Life was quickly changing and retiring meant letting go of the past to make way for this next phase. 

The moment you tried to step foot off the porch and into the grassy field below, Law scooped you up in his arms bridal style and began down the path into the city. “Law, what do you think you’re doing?” annoyance written all over your face as you lay cradled in your husband's arms. 

“Did you really think I was going to let you walk all the way to the shops on your own?” Law huffed, still holding you close to his chest. You involuntarily rolled your eyes in response at how overprotective your husband was being. 

“I can walk just fine, thank you.” You sighed dramatically, now petitioning to be let down. 

Law scowled, unamused that you wouldn’t let him carry you the entire way. Law was naturally protective in his nature, but ever since he found out that you were pregnant, the way he’d occasionally hover over you almost became insufferable. Perhaps, it was the doctor in him but you often had to remind your husband that you were capable of doing things on your own.

“Have it your way.” Trafalgar said with a shrug. He knew better than to argue with a heavily pregnant woman and decided not to protest against your wishes.

As you and Law made your way into town, hand in hand, you managed to find last minute baby essentials at a few small boutiques. Digging through the shopping bag with excitement evident in your eyes, you held up a cream colored dress with tiny hearts embroidered all over.

“What a steal! Cora is going to look so cute in this!” you gushed, holding the small article of clothing up to your husband's face. This was completely uncharted territory for Law and shopping was his least favorite activity but he knew how important this was to you and decided to entertain your excitement for new baby clothes. 

“Absolutely, dear.” Law had such a soft spot for you that it was impossible for his heart not to swell seeing you prepare for the baby. He knew you’d be such a great mother, much like the one he’d lost many years ago and found himself trying to hide the blush on his cheeks and his embarrassingly cheesy grin in the collar of his jacket. 

“Remember, Nico-ya asked that we be back at the house by 3pm, so we’ll need to wrap it up here soon.” Law reminded you as he was fully aware of the surprise baby shower the strawhats were planning for you in the backyard. 

“Of course hun, let’s just stop at one more place?” You sported the best set of puppy dog eyes you could, knowing that Law wouldn’t be able to resist you. With a groan, he nodded his head and grabbed your hand, letting you lead the way to the final shop. 

As you approached a small, locally owned boutique called The Pink Hippo, your eyes were immediately drawn to a fluffy white stuffed polar bear sitting in the window, one that looked similar to your real life friend, Bepo! 

“Law, look!” you pointed eagerly at the stuffed animal. Law couldn’t help but chuckle, noticing the resemblance between the toy and his ex subordinate. 

“Do you want to get this for the baby?” he asked, staring at you, only to be met with that beautiful glimmer in your eye he absolutely adored. With a nod, you pulled Law inside and grabbed the toy from the window and immediately went to stand in line. Today was a day where you splurged a little, not limiting yourself to how many Berries you and Law had originally budgeted out for. 

15 minutes had passed and the line hadn’t moved an inch. A searing pain shot through your lower back causing you to hiss. Law snapped his head to look at you, startled by your outburst. Law placed a gentle hand on  your lower back, rubbing small circles in an attempt to soothe your pain. 

“Y/N-ya, do you need to sit down?!” Law said in a quiet whisper, sounding slightly panicked but quickly composed himself to ensure he could support you in the way you needed. 

“Shit, yeah.” you groaned, now rubbing your own back. “I’m going to sit on that bench outside and wait. I’ve been standing for way too long.” Law was hesitant to let you leave his presence but he knew that letting you rest was what was best for you at that moment. 

When you managed to waddle outside and plop down on the nearest bench, giving your back and ankles a rest - Law didn't hesitant to stick his head out far enough to check on you through the shop window as the line slowly began to shuffle forward. He’d worked hard to simply survive and overcome many trials just to get to where he was at today and he’d be damned if he let the best thing to ever happen to him slip through his fingers. 

No sooner than you got settled, awaiting your husband’s return from the boutique, you heard shuffling in a nearby alleyway. Your head snapped over your shoulder to check if anyone was lurking nearby but nothing out of the ordinary caught your attention. With a shrug, you turned back around assuming that you’d clearly just been hearing things. Moments later, you felt a cool, metal blade pressed firmly against your neck from behind. You immediately cradled your stomach and went into “Mommy Defense Mode”. You did everything you could to stay calm and not agitate the assailant. 

“Do what I say and no one has to get hurt.” The deep voice croaked out from behind sending chills down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut cursing yourself at your current state because any other time, you would have sprung into action and kicked ass, however; now that you were carrying precious cargo, you weren’t left with many options of defending yourself. 

“Stand up, bitch!” The man boomed, still pressing the blade taut against the skin, now grabbing hold of your arm. “I know you had quite the bounty on yer’ head, so, I could sell a pretty thing like you.” The attacker snickered; evil dripping from his tongue. 

Goosebumps pricked your skin and tears stung the corners of your eyes as you felt foreign hands all over your body, desperately trying to drag you away until a familiar voice instantly soothed your discomfort. 

“ROOM!” With his fingers spread in front of him, a large blue sphere appeared, encapsulating you, Law and the attacker. Law’s heart felt like it’d burst seeing another pirate’s grimy hands all over you. He cursed himself for ever taking his eyes off of you. 

“SHAMBLES!” With no time to think and a flick of the wrist, Law used his Ope Ope no Mi ability to swap the blade against your neck with a flimsy wooden stick. The attacker's eyes practically bulged from his head when he saw the way in which Law quickly disarmed him.  

“Y-You’re … You’re …” The man stuttered, eyes full of fear, having immediately recognized the Trafalgar D. Water Law, notorious ex-pirate and Warlord. While he was no longer an active member of the pirate community, Law was iconic and had made a name for himself in the New World and all across the seas. Any low level pirate would be stupid to mess with what was his, especially if they didn’t possess even a fraction of the Haki that Law did.

“You scum!” Law screamed, gray eyes staring into the pirate’s own like daggers. “Attacking my pregnant wife?! How DARE you!” Law’s voice boomed throughout the city streets causing a vein to prominently bulge from his forehead. 

The attacker scurried away with his tail between his legs, having quickly realized that he fucked with the wrong woman. Sweat beats raced down Law’s face as he ran to accompany you. His heart felt like it’d burst as he replayed the scene that just occurred in his head. 

“Y/n-ya! Are you ok?! How’s the baby?!” Law frantically spewed question after question as he carefully examined you from head to toe. You buried your head into your husband’s chest, sniffling and trying to regain your composure. The amount of stress you experienced wasn't good for your little bundle of joy and so you knew that it was time to go home. 

“I- I’m a little shaken up, but I’m fine.” you managed to squeak out. “Thank God you came when you did.” Law frowned, angry with himself that you ended up in danger the moment you were left to your own devices. Law kneeled down and wrapped his arms around your midsection, for once - not caring that you were in a public setting and placed a gentle kiss on your belly. 

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you two …” he said shakily, breathing still clearly accelerated. “I couldn’t live with myself had I not protected you.” 

You could see the worry in Law’s glassy eyes as he finally peered up at you over your stomach - an emotion that rarely came through, which caused you to pull your husband to his feet. You reached up and carefully cupped his cheek, sideburn tickling your fingers and pulled his face down to yours. 

“I love you. Thank you for always protecting us.” You whispered loud enough for only your husband to hear and placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

In an ordinary scenario, Law wouldn’t allow such an intimate moment to transpire outside the confines of your shared home but given the fact that he almost lost you and his child in the blink of an eye, he let himself melt into the sweet kiss. 

“Let’s get you home, y/n-ya.” 

After a long shopping day in the city, you were grateful to be approaching your home that sat just over the hill. Laughter and music could be heard the closer you got to your home which caused you to turn to Law, with a confused expression on your face. 

“Law, what’s going on?” you asked, now approaching your front door, zoning in on the melodic tunes of Brooks' violin and Luffy’s boisterous laughter from around back. “I’ve had enough surprises for one day…” 

“The strawhats put together a little something for you … I just couldn’t oppose it.” Law explained. “Go change into something nice and meet us in the backyard.” 

You shot Law an annoyed glare, taking offense that he’d asked you to change. “What’s wrong with what I have on?!” you yelped. The pregnancy hormones were fierce and let’s face it, it’d been hours since you’d eaten so you could feel yourself getting angrier by the moment. 

“Nothing, dear.” Law calmly reassures you. “I just figured you’d want to be a bit dressier for photos.” 

“Fine.” you huffed as you walked inside to change. Law walked around back to see what exactly the crew had put together. Luffy immediately spotted Law and jumped up from where was sitting. 

“Tra-guy!! Congratulations!!” Luffy cheered, with both fists in the air. Law cringed and buried himself into the collar of his jacket at the way Luffy put all the attention on him. 

“Can we at least wait for my wife to get out here?!” Law grumbled, knowing Luffy meant well but hated being the center of attention in a crowded space.

 Looking around the crowd of his loud and lively guests, he just knew you’d appreciate being around your friends after the shockingly eventful day you’d just had. 

You finally settled on wearing a beautiful pink floor length gown, with sleeves that expertly hung and clung off the shoulder gripping you in all the right spaces, highlighting the adorable bump you’d worn for the past 8 months. As you smoothed your dress, you took a deep breath and made your way to the back deck, unsure of what shenanigans you were walking into.

As you swung the door open you were greeted with an array of blush and ivory colored balloons, confetti, a “It’s A Girl” sign, a huge buffet of food and all the smiling faces of your fellow Strawhats and Heart Pirates. 

“There she is!” Usopp happily spoke up and pointed in your direction as everyone’s heads turned, taking notice of the sparkly white grin plastered on your face. The space was filled with so much love and adoration, your heart felt as though it’d explode. 

“Y/N-swannnn! You look absolutely radiant, darling!” Sanji cooed with heart eyes as he outstretched his hand towards you and held a plate of hor d'oeuvres in the other. Law grumbled and pushed Sanji’s arm out of the way, taking your hand instead and carefully helped you down the stairs. 

Robin and Nami both gathered, ‘oohing’ and 'aahing’ over how pretty you looked in your dress. “You look absolutely beautiful, dear.” Robin gushed as you followed the girls to a nearby table. 

“We have tons of food, y/n! Come get it before I eat it all!” Luffy cackled obnoxiously as he continued to shove his face with a stick of meat. 

“-And booze!” Zoro piped up, as he slurped from the giant barrel of sake that he brought from his personal stash. Nami rolled her eyes in response, “She can’t drink that, idiot!” she said, sounding exasperated dealing with the boys all afternoon.  

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the way your crew mates all gathered together to celebrate the life of your new baby. As exhausted as you were, you felt you owed it to your friends to hang around a bit and enjoy the celebration they worked hard to put together. 

“Let’s start with opening gifts everyone!” Chopper yelled, jumping up and down ensuring that he gained attention from all the guests. 

“Here, Y/N, open mine first.” Chopper said sweetly, handing you a perfectly wrapped gift box. 

As you and Law took your respective seats in the “Mr and Mrs” chairs, the gifts began piling in at your feet. As you tore into the gift box, your face lit up to see that Chopper had gifted the baby a small pink hat adorned in an “X” and small brown antlers. 

“Chopper, this is adorable!” you beamed, as the small reindeer climbed upon your lap. Chopper’s cheeks turned bright red at the compliment. “You really love it? I had it specially made!” Your heart was so full seeing how enthusiastic he was about his present.

 “Of course! The baby is going to love it! Thank you!” You gave chopper a small pat on the head to which he did a small happy dance where he sat. 

“Your compliment doesn’t make me happy at all!” The embarrassed reindeer quipped back causing you to chuckle softly before jumping off of your lap. 

“Yohohohooo!” Brook hurried over with a small box in hand and gently placed it on your lap. “You’re going to love what I got the baby, y/n!” The skeleton said, absolutely. This time, you handed the gift to Law allowing him to open some gifts. 

“Here, how about you open this one, love?” 

“I suppose I will.” Law replied as he peered down at the small box now in his hands, meticulously unfolding each corner of the wrapping paper. Luffy snorted and scooted closer, now becoming impatient. 

“Oi! Tra-guy! What’s the hold up?! Let’s see the gift already!” Luffy piped up, sticking his nose right next to Law’s face and outstretching his arm in an attempt to snatch the present. Law grit his teeth and snarled; you could practically see the smoke billowing from his ears. 

“Idiot! Knock it off!” Law grabbed the gift once more, prying it from Luffy’s fingers. Nami eventually stepped up in the midst of the commotion holding her head. 

“Both of you stop it! You’re ruining this moment for y/n!” Nami yelled at the two boys who clearly shared half a brain cell, desperate to get the focus back on the gift reveal. Nami’s voice echoed, causing Zoro to abruptly wake from his nap, where he was peacefully resting under a cherry blossom tree, with all 3 swords posted up next to him. 

“Can’t a guy squeeze in a nap around here?!.” Zoro grumbled under his breath as he settled himself back down under the fragrant tree that bloomed all year round. Nami and Law shot him a death glare, wondering why Zoro even bothered showing up to begin with.

As Law finally opened Brook’s gift, a chorus of praises rang out as a tiny music box was pulled from the carefully wrapped box. You and Law had said your thank you’s as the gifts kept pouring in from all sides. The baby shower really ended in a success as you were truly spoiled - the food, the games, the good company; It all made you take a moment to look around and see how much love your precious daughter was being born into. The crew that you’d fought endless battles and gone on mind blowing adventures with had shown up for you once again when you needed them the most and for that, you were forever grateful. 

2 months later - 

Quiet whimpers turned to an ear-splitting shrill cry as baby Cora had awoken from her sleep. Now only being a month old, you were trying to adjust to life of new parenthood and boy, was this a challenge. However, the last 30 days had been filled with a newfound tenderness and warmth as Law delivered your healthy baby girl in the comfort of your home.

You peeled your heavy, tired eyes open, rapidly blinking to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom but before you could lift your head off the pillow, Law had already sat up in bed next to you, ready to attend to his daughter. 

“Go back to sleep love, I’ll grab her.” Law whispered, the tiredness in his own eyes more evident than ever before. Having dealt with insomnia his entire life, being awake at all hours of the night was certainly not uncharted territory. 

You mumbled something about the breast milk being prepped in the fridge as your head hit the pillow once more and that was all he needed to hear before Law carefully scooped up the little girl and cradled her, carrying her to the kitchen. 

As Law prepared the milk for his daughter, he couldn’t help but stare at her in awe, heavy emotions consuming every fiber of his being. Looking down at the beautiful baby girl who wore a pile of messy black hair and eyes to match her mothers, he felt his heart skip a beat. 

How could he make something so tiny and precious? Him. The Surgeon of Death. It all felt so surreal as he swayed the infant ever so slightly, attempting to soothe her cries. 

Images of Corazon flashed in his mind, causing a tear of his own to form. The man who raised him, gave his life so that he could live was his constant motivation for being the best father he could be. In moments where he doubted himself and his ability to be nurturing in the way babies needed, Cora-san was always the angel on his shoulder cheering him on, giving him silent encouragement to keep going and he knew that if he could see him now - having made it to 30, married and thriving as a father, that he would be so proud. 

A single tear dropped as Law stared down at his daughter who was now happily suckling milk with her eyes gently closed and a tiny hand wrapped around his tattooed finger. Tender moments like these are one’s he cherished and wished would never end. 

“I’ll never let anything happen to you, little one.” Law’s silky voice cracked, finding himself choked up and in admiration of his creation, he planted a single feather like kiss on the infant's forehead, enjoying every bit of this newfound domestic life ♡ 

tags: @unsuretater-simp​

[johnny-coxville]

thanks for the requests. Can we have a Johnny knoxville x reader in which the decide to have a baby?

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader fluff

♡

Beautiful baby boy

Your eyes scanned the test in your hand. Glowing. In your hand rested the stick. Two lines insinuating that you were pregnant.

Johnny and you had been planning to have a baby for almost a year now. Telling all of your friends that you would be soon carrying a child.

It felt like a dream as you stepped out of the bathroom. Johnny stood outside the door, biting at his nails. "Well??" He said cocking a eyebrow. You shoved the stick into his hand and he squinted.

Once he realized he squealed in excitement. "We're going to have a baby honey!! We're having a kid!!" He shouted beyond giddy. You were both a bit young. Early thirties. Though it was still the greatest news you had ever laid eyes on.

He pulled you into a hug, spinning you around. He pulled you back, and showered you in soft kisses. Kissing your lips and neck. You giggled. He let go of you practically jumping around the room.

"We have to go shopping! And tell everyone! And an-" He said all without taking a breath. "PJ calm down a little." You giggled. "I'm only a couple weeks." You said looking down at your stomach. It was going to be quite the interesting time.

You would likely need to get another pregnancy test, but you were almost completely positive you were pregnant. He smiled brightly. Picking up the phone to dial all of his friends to break the news.

Being that he was filming for his TV show Jackass, you went to the doctors by yourself alot of the time. Though he was there for the first ultrasound. He was there for the important appointments. Always by your side to comfort you. Soon enough you found out you two were having a little boy.

He wanted a girl, but he loved a boy just as much. You two picked a name together, and left the appointment. Picking out clothes for him, a crib, all the baby essentials. Everywhere you two went, PJ held your hand.

Once the nursery was set up, you both stood back with smiles. "I love you so much doll. I can't wait to see our little boy. I be he'll look as handsome as me!" He joked. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

As time went on, your date pushed closer. PJ had thrown you a surprise baby shower. Inviting yours and his family. Including all of best friends from the Jackass crew. You did sweet games with the guys, getting plenty of supplies for your up coming baby boy.

When the time finally came for his delivery. It was a cold October morning. Your water broke right before he had left to go film. He rushed you to the hospital. Sitting through all of your intense labor pain.

October 13th, your sweet baby boy was born. The beautiful eyes of your boyfriend's. You held him awhile. Admiring the hair he already had on his head. Swaddled in a blue blanket, with a duck hat on top. PJ looked at his son in awe.

He eventually was handed the baby, carefully bringing him to his chest. He smiled wide. You didn't think you had ever seen him so happy. The baby was sound asleep. He cried tears of joy looking at your beautiful child.

He had waited for so long. So extremely antsy. There for his little kicks, and rubbing your belly.

As the years passed by. PJ spent all the time he could with you and his son. Singing him songs, reading him bed time stories. Playing with him, even occasionally bringing him on set with you to show off the little man.

He dressed just like his father. Little chucks, a baby flannel and jeans. He was a giddy baby boy.

As he got older and older, speaking his first words. He loved all of his uncles. He would get extremely excited when PJ would make silly little faces for him. Or pretend to trip over.

You couldn't be in more love then you were watching them be together. He always attended the baby when you were tired, and was an angel of a father.

By the time he was six, he was already going out with his dad. Doing his own "stunts". Like swinging on the swing with his dad, or jumping on the trampoline. Doing silly things with his uncles. And occasionally spending some time with his grandparents.

He had a real soft spot for Bam, Bam having the same soft spot for him. He called Bam, Bam Bam. And he absolutely adored it.

He tried to teach him to skate on a little board, though he always seem to fall. You could never ask for more. Your baby boy was perfect, and so was your loving soon to be husband.

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Disclaimer: none of the below are my own work, they're just a few of my favourite pieces. If any author doesn't like their work linked here, please dm me and I will take it down.

Posted 14/03/2022

Updated 02/04/2022

Marvel

Matt Murdock

Memory

Appreciation

Moan for me

The devil of hell's shower

Lingered affection (series)

Rooftop rendezvous- part 1 part 2 part 3

Ghost of you

Amour sans fin

Billy Russo

Billy Russo fics

Billy Russo fics 2

Billy Russo fics 3

A woman scorned & A woman reborn ( series)

Love and war - Part 1 Part 2 ( series)

Imagine being a vigilante and occasionally taking small jobs for Billy Russo- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Frank Castle

Slipping though my fingers

Liar- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (series)

Love in the art of flowers- pink yellow white lavender red (series)

Gentle Giant

I pray that you will see the light ( reader is Frank's oldest child, gn)

Ready? (teen autistic reader)

Over

The big, bad, punisher

After dark

Complicated

Kiss it better

Familiarity

Sam Wilson

Forever

Doctor Who

The Master (Dhawan)

Remastered series- the crimson horror nightmare in silver new earth the pandorica opens the halloween apocalypse the husbands of river song

In sickness and health

Missy

Our own

Call me missy

13th Doctor

You're bleeding

I'm not going anywhere

The doctor's wife

Hannibal

Hannibal Lector + Will Graham + Reader

Hannibal rewrite (Hannibal x Will x reader series)

Hannibal masterlist part 1

Hannibal masterlist part 2

Will Graham

Lonely

Stay away from Hannibal Lector

Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Pancakes and promises

Hold you close

Riverdale

FP Jones

Oh dear ( series)

The whyte wyrm

Peaky Blinders

Shelby sister

Fearful

Poison

Little lady blinder (series)

Tommy Shelby

The woman on the boat ( Series 6 spoilers!)

My problem doesn't come home much (oc)

Tell me Promises

Seasonal love

Sweet creature

Arthur Shelby

Is this my shirt?

Alfie Solomons

Choking on sapphires (series very long)

Vodka veins

The little things

The Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

The beginning is the end is the beginning ( series)

Late in the day ( series)

In silence- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Not this time

Plan A

Something found

Vanished - gone masks

Negan Smith

Lie to me

Rick Grimes

Frost

Bloodletting

Westworld

Logan Delos

Ex machina

Main street

Fight me you attractive stranger

Here comes the sun-iverse (series)

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You can still be happy; 13th Doctor x child reader

Author’s note

Hey guys I want to present to you all yet another Doctor who request. This time this comes from an anon who requested this a while ago I think around the summer time so to the anon who requested this, thank you for your patience and I hope I ended up delivering to you. Now be warned there is CHARACTER DEATH so this will mostly be ANGST, but there is some fluff within so it’s half and half. But I hope you all enjoy this little fic until the next update :)

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It should never have happened.  It shouldn’t have gone down like that, but yet it did.  After the attack on the Daleks, the Doctor shut herself out from the team, her fam.  She returned them back to their home in 2020 before leaving them behind to travel through the space time continuum.

“Oh (y/n). Why did you do it? There was another way, why did you have to sacrifice yourself like that so recklessly?” she sat down on top of the stairs and pulled out the special photo-locket and unlocked it to reveal the picture that they took together shortly after her regeneration.

It always became a tradition of theirs to keep a picture each time either of them regenerated as sorta keepsake.  But now the Doctor would forever be haunted at looking her last ever regeneration, in the body of a 19 year old.

“Why? Why did you have to do that? You insane girl. My insane girl.” She switched on a few gears before allowing the TARDIS to basically fly in auto-pilot mode.  The Doctor continued to stare down at the picture heartbroken and filled with regret, when suddenly a jolt of the TARDIS knocked her right off the step. “What in the world?”

She quickly raced over and saw that the TARDIS was starting to spark out.

“Ow! Alright ol girl what was that for?” she said as she tried to take back manual control but the TARDIS was actually refusing to give up auto-control.  Smoke and fire began to rise and shoot out till suddenly the TARDIS came to a halt and stopped moving. “Now what?” the TARDIS sparked out twice, “Don’t take that tone with my missy!”

She then walked away from the console towards the doors as she muttered.

“Now just where did you take me?” she opened the doors and she stepped out to see that she was just a few yards away from the backyard of a house.  Now it wasn’t a giant palace or a mansion, it was more like a—homey cottage-type like house.  Two story brick home with a fairly large patio and a backyard that appeared to be decorated for something.

She could see a young ginger haired woman setting down a cake and a young sandy blonde haired man putting up some decorations around a few trees or around the backyard.

“Decorations all set you two?” a curly haired blonde woman said as she came out with two neatly wrapped gifts.

“Almost done, Rory you got the pinata ready?” the ginger haired woman said in a heavy Scottish accent.

“Yes, but remind me again why we got one again?”

“Because this is her first birthday here on Earth and we should give her an earthly tradition.”

“Plus she’s always wanted to know just why children of your Earth hit a decorative donkey.”

“What are you doing?” she heard a small voice say beside her.  The Doctor jumped softly and looked down to see a young girl with short auburn hair and brownish/green eyes.  She looked to be about 4-6 years old but her eyes showed much wisdom behind that innocent child face.

“Oh I was just, I mean my—” she hesitated to say the word TARDIS because she didn’t know if this child could handle something like that. “My ride. Sorta broke down on me and I was trying to see if I could find some help.”

“I see. Well if you’d like I can show you to my papa. He’s great at fixing things, fixed one of my toys one time.”

“I’ll bet he is, but I think this might be out of your father’s league.”

“You never know. He’s a really good inventor when he wants to be. One time we got stuck somewhere without our ride and he was able to get it back by using some old oil lamps and a spinning wheel.” The Doctor looked down at the child curiously. Surely she didn’t mean that, I mean sometimes children did tend to exaggerate on certain things so she must’ve meant it to be something different.

She turned back towards the party and touched her locket solemnly and that’s when the child said again.

“You’re sad.”

“Sad?” She looked down at the child again to see her looking up at her with a ‘don’t try to lie to me’ face. The Doctor sighed and said as she gripped her locket. “I suppose I am, yeah.”

“Why are you sad?”

“It’s…..it’s complicated.” There was a brief bit of silence before the little girl spoke up again.

“Papa always said that it’s always best to let our feelings out. That it’s not good to keep things bottled up.” She then sat down by a nearby tree and continued, “Plus you look sad, just like my papa does sometimes. I don’t like it when people are sad. So I always try to make him happy. And I hear that talking can help make people feel happy, right?” The Doctor smiled softly.

“Yeah it does.” She then sat down beside the child and sighed heavily. “Truthfully I—recently I lost someone…..very special to me.”

“I’m sorry. I know exactly how that feels.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I’ve lost a lot of people. So I know how you’re feeling.”

“Who all have you lost?”

“Some good friends, one of which was my best friend. Called herself Bad Wolf.” For some reason that name was familiar to the Doctor but she couldn’t quite put her finger on where she had heard that name before.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It does hurt, and it truly never goes away. But one piece of advice my papa once gave me is to never dwell on the past. It’ll fester and boil your insides if you cling onto it. You can choose to forget it but it won’t take the pain away. So it’s best to always live the next day to the fullest, cause you can still be happy because a lot of people still love and care about you.” The Doctor then began to see her fam in her head; Graham, Ryan and Yaz. “And I’m sure whomever you lost, they would want you to live on too. Not wallow in self-pity or depression.”

“Has anyone told you that you are incredible wise for such a young child?”

“It’s a gift. At least that’s what auntie River says.”

“River? River? Where have I heard that name?” she muttered.

“She’s the curly blonde woman over there by the cake.” The Doctor turned towards the woman before looking down at the girl and said.

“Who are you?”

“Oi (Y/n)! Where are you love? Your friends have finally arrived!” a male voice cried out.

“That’s my papa. Why don’t you come with me and see him?” at hearing that name, the name of her daughter it suddenly came to her.  However she needed to be sure that this was her (y/n) and not just someone who shared her name.

“You go on ahead, I’ll…..I’ll catch up.” Little (y/n) then ran towards the fence and opened the back gate door and rushed over to where her father was.  The Doctor stood up but remained hidden and it finally came back to her as soon as she saw just who her father was.

It was her. Well her when he was still a man. The raggedy man with the blue box who always wore a bowtie and thought fezzes were cool.  To which she still did.  And this wasn’t an ordinary party, this was her daughter’s 5th birthday party.

All over the galaxy the Doctor’s closest allies, and if they had children then they were invited too, had gathered here to the Pond’s residence to celebrate the young Timelord’s 5th birthday.  As she stared at her 11th form holding their daughter, spinning her around and kissing the top of her head, she watched as (y/n) looked directly at her.

Her wide smile soon softened and it was like she was looking at her older self, the version of her daughter that she had just recently lost.  Tears filled her eyes as she stared at (y/n) with a sad smile before looking downward as a tear fell from her face.

She then took off running back into the direction of where she had left the TARDIS.  She opened the doors and slammed them shut to see the center console that was once sparking with fire and smoke had now ‘magically’ disappeared.  Like nothing had happened to it.

“I understand now why you brought me here.” She said as she walked towards the console and touched the heart of the TARDIS.  “Thank you. For letting me see her one last time.” She then flipped a few switches and soon that famed wheezing sound came on and soon from the outside, the TARDIS slowly began to disappear.

In 2020 at Ryan’s place, him, Graham and Yaz were all gathered around having breakfast together in silence when they heard that familiar wheezing sound that came from only one thing.

They all looked at each other before abandoning their meals and rushing outside to the backyard to see the TARDIS sitting there along with the Doctor standing right beside it. As the three of them walked towards her she said.

“From the moment she was born she—was immediately so precious to me. I knew she was better than just sitting around only to lead a potential chance of becoming one of the high council members of Gallifrey. So when I stole the TARDIS I took her, right when she was in her 8 year old regenerative form. And she’s been with me ever since. Losing her to the Daleks it—it broke me. Felt like I had lost a part of myself with her.”

“It’s okay Doc, we understand. Being a grandad now myself I feel like I would’ve done the same thing had it been Ryan instead of (y/n). Children they—really change your life.” Graham said solemnly.

“She was like a sister to me. But now I have to live with the fact that it was my fault she had to die.” Said Yaz as she looked down.

“It wasn’t your fault Yaz. None of it was. And if (y/n) were here she’d tell you the same thing. My girl’s always been the one to self-sacrifice herself to save the ones she’s loved. She’s already lost so many people in her past, that I forgot that she once lost a dear friend of hers that was like a sister to her.” The Doctor assured her.

“We’ll all miss her. But she’ll always be with us. Like my nan, watching over us.”

“Indeed Ryan. Now, who fancy’s another trip in the box?”

“You’re really gonna let us come back?” asked Ryan.

“Can’t abandon my fam now can I? (Y/n) wouldn’t want me to do that, so what do you all say?” the three humans smiled and agreed as they stepped in the box one by one starting with Ryan, then Graham and then Yaz.  As the Doctor watched them get themselves situated inside the TARDIS, she looked up to the sky one last time and whispered, “Thank you (y/n). For everything.” Before stepping inside and the TARDIS doors closed behind her.

Before taking off on yet another grand adventure.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Family (13th Doctor X Reader)

Characters: 13th Doctor X Reader

Universe: Doctor Who

Warning: Disownment from family, homophobia.

Request: Could I get a 13 x neutral reader ft Ryan, Graham, Yaz where they're dating + on a trip back home to Earth to see everyone's families, 13 finds out that the reader lives alone because their family disowned them for being gay? the others rush to comfort them + y/n says they're okay because they've found a better family, meaning them, and its just really soft

The feeling of content and pure happiness was something that used to be a luxury you couldn’t afford, not matter how hard you tried. You used to have it, at least you think you did, when you were a young child, before the world’s truths and troubles came to your attention, and your own identity was brought into question, and as soon as you were exposed to that, you lost that comfort of pure happiness. You had tried to find it again, it usually making it harder to reach. At least that was until you ran into a strange yet majestic blonde woman being followed by her 3 companions, soon becoming 4 after your meeting. The second you found them, you found your happiness.

They didn’t know that. They didn’t have to. Part of you guessed they already knew, partly due to your regular occurrence of your reluctance to go home when the weekly visit home occurred, and unfortunately, that time came around again.

“Alright, see you later!” Yaz called as she waved and walked away, Graham and Ryan not far behind as they went their own way, leaving you and the Doctor at the TARDIS. She put her attention on you, expectantly. 

“What you waiting for? I’m sure you’ve got family to go and say hi to.” She questioned, nodding her head for you to get a move on. 

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You tried to smile and laugh off, going in for a final hug just to waste more time, and while she accepted it, you felt her hesitate to let go. 

“Y/N?... You’d tell me if something was up, right?” She questioned, finally parting from you. It was your turn to hesitate, fumbling over your words. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” The doctor asked, her usual smile gone and replaced with a concerned and serious frown as she kept a hand on your shoulders to keep you from running off. 

“...I don’t have a family.” The words just seemed to slip out, catching both the Doctor and yourself off guard. “I-I mean I do, but… they don’t talk to me. They want nothing to do with me, before I met you… every week when you drop me off I just spend it alone…” You admitted to her rather sheepishly. Her eyes softened, concern being replaced by sympathy… or maybe even empathy. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?... Tell you what, from now on, we’ll spend it together, how does that sound? It’ll be our own little date every week!” She suggested, and you smiled, relieved, and accepted.

The majority of the stay had gone off without a hitch- the doctor and you went out for a wander, even going to a zoo, getting ice cream and acting like kids, which was more fun than you could have imagined, before the day was coming to an end, and you headed back to the TARDIS to wait for the others. You walked around the console as the Doctor checked over her time machine to make sure everything was in working order before take off once again, and after a moment you sat down on the floor. “Thank you Doctor.” You spoke up, her eyes looking up at you. “For spending today with me. Really.” You told her, and she smiled softy. 

“I would have done it before if I’d known you’d be alone.” She assured you, and you smiled back, just happy that you had this arrangement now. “Hope you don’t mind me asking- but why don’t your family talk to you?” She brought up. You looked up at her, frowning, before pulling your legs closer to yourself to hold for comfort. The doctor came, squatting down in front of you. 

“They… they don’t like that I’m gay, so they disowned me. They completely cut me out and refuse to talk to me unless I ‘fix’ myself.” You explained, doing air quotes at the end with a sad chuckle. 

“Well, some kind of family they are.” You heard the doctor grumble sarcastically as she moved from squatting to sitting on the floor as well, her comment forcing you to crack a smile. 

“But it’s fine, because I have you now. And Yaz, Ryan and Graham… you’re my family now.” You assured her, and you saw her eyes widen a little for a moment, before you saw a rush of emotion behind her eyes, though it took a moment for yourself to realise what caused it. Family. The doctor hadn’t really heard herself being part of one in a long, long time. She hadn’t had one in a long, long time. Yet here she was, being a part of yours without realising it. 

“Well… if it means anything, I’ll never turn my back on you, because that’s what real family means.” She assured in return, it now being your turn to fight back tears, before she smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Tell you what- you can decide where our next adventure is, so where do you want to go?” 

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