#I've never travelled this long or this far or been this involved in organising it

[shwoo]

Three week trip out of the country is now less than a week away!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I'm sure I'll be fine.

[diaryofawallfly]

[ After a while, another letter arrives. The stamp is off-kilter and the seal flap appears to have been hastily closed. The handwriting is the same as the last. ]

Mr. Renfield,

If my letter was a pleasant surprise to you, I can say the same for yours. I can hardly believe I was able to reach you. I had my concerns about both the post that far into the countryside and the matter of time.

Your answer was everything I had hoped for and more. That sufficiently answered the question of which way the keep faces and, to be perfectly honest, a harboured curiosity of mine about the view. The sunrise and sunset sound spectacular (and I'm very glad you wrote about the latter, too). The way you described it all as if it's touched by myth- the scenery sounds absolutely beautiful, and the castle must look proud in its place nestled against the mountain. Even in disrepair, it sounds starkly impressive. I would not expect a full history of the castle from you, as I figure it has far too much for one person. I wasn't able to find much online. Perhaps the village might know more, though I suppose you must have already tried that.

As for how I found you, I'm afraid it's not exactly a good answer. A relative of mine was involved with the acquisition of a law firm, and there were a whole lot of old files- boxes and boxes of them- to be dealt with. I've been helping out on weekends, organising those to keep and disposing of ones no longer needed, except I may have wound up reading some of the material before it was to be shredded. (I swear I didn't do anything illegal, I think.) Your name was on some paperwork, and then there was a lost memo about leaving for a trip, and then all mention stopped. I do like mysteries and couldn't help being curious- and please forgive me, I mean no disrespect in likening your lived history to fiction.

If you don't mind me writing to you still, I do have loads more questions. You write like you enjoy reading, do you read a lot? Do you still work as a solicitor? What is the local food like? I'll leave it there for now; I appreciate your consideration and kindness very much.

Regards,

R. Hart

R. Hart, 

I am once again delighted to receive your letter and your pleasantries. I’m surprised to hear you learned of me from my previous employer. It has been so long and my stay with them so short that I didn’t ever think so much about me would be left behind. 

To think back on it, it’s a world away, a lifetime ago. I cannot imagine how the people and the places have changed. Every now and then I do dream of it, the place that was once home, but it feels as if it was never more than that. 

I am no longer a lawyer or a solicitor, no. I have not formally practised in some time and I cannot say I’m too familiar with the laws of this country either. I spend my days now as the caretaker of this estate. Though that must sound contradictory as my previous letter stated it’s disrepair. The south facing stonework has been revealing its age for some time. It has been difficult to find a mason who is both skilled enough to replicate the original details and is willing to travel out to me. 

The garden, however– I apologise as these are not the details you asked for but I do hope that you will humour me– is my favourite aspect of the grounds. In the courtyard, I have a selection of native flowers. Most prominently are the peonies, their greenery and blossoms are large and drooping. I also have a few rose bushes. They’re fastidious and keep me busy. Outside the gate, I’ve planted a dog rose on either side. Their prickled vines have done a lovely job hiding most of the fallen stucco. Their summer blooms bring me some cheer. 

Here I can tell you about the local cuisine. The dog roses produce a fruit, rosehips. Each year I harvest them to bring to a woman in the village. With them, she will create the most delicious jam and sweet wine. I must ask her for her recipes. I do not know why I haven’t yet. Perhaps I am hoping to ignore how she is aging and how I am not willing to cope with the day when she will not be. She has always been as kind as she can to me. It will be difficult for me to get by without her. She taught me most of what I know about living here when my trip abroad became permanent. She also makes a fine polenta that could warm the heart of a merciless executioner. Most other dishes in the area are made with ground meat of various game animals and winter vegetables, all baked, cooked, or pickled with the most flavourful spices. 

For your last question, asking if I read often: I do indeed. The keep has a large library of hundreds eclectic books from all over the world all with different subject matter. I can’t tell you how many I’ve read. I was fortunate to find some of them in English when I arrived. I hadn’t known a single word from the native tongue when I first came here. Thankfully some traders knew German which I learned in university and other travels. Now after many years of residing here I can proudly say I am rather mediocre in my Romanian. 

Thank you again for writing to me. I appreciate your time and thoughts spent. I am open to answer any more questions you may have. May I ask a few to you in return? Do you work for a law office or university? Your writing is studious which makes me curious about your background. Where are you from? Have there been any interesting events? I’ve been divorced from the country for so long, I can’t remember the last time I heard any news. 

I am fondly awaiting your reply. 

𝓡. 𝓜. 𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭

[piracytheorist]

frend! I have found things! namely old things that prolly everyone already knew in 2017 about RE7 (but I wasn't all that much into fandom even if I've played most RE games) that knda aren't in the wiki. Remember I mentioned the RE7 Japanese guidebook? I found some pages! and a partial translation of other things inside of it! pinned them in my pntrst here: pinterest. c o m / TimTamsAndJimJams / re7 and some translations here (there are some things that kinda read like they put it on a translator and left it as is, but idc, the starting convo is Jack talking to Ethan when he wakes up tied to the chair and it's delightfully creepy imho): residentevilpodcast. c o m /wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Biohazard-7-Lore-File-VERSION2. pdf *I suggest reading up to page 22, everything after that are articles about weaponry - also have in mind that this guidebook "was published prior to the DLC releases of Not A Hero and End of Zoe, therefore all supplemental material references to ‘Mysterious Organisation’ are meant to represent ‘The Connections’" and it also predates the Baker Incident Report that adds even more stuff like their move to Romania was almost immediately after Dulvey *there's also quite a bit of the last files about the stages on infection that reads far easier on the game files themselves that you can find in the labs of the salt mines (or the transcript on the wiki) *Page 19 has a nice timeline Ethan Winters Age: 33 years old - Height: 180cm - Weight: 75kg A system engineer living in Los Angeles. Three years ago, he lost his wife Mia in a maritime accident, and has had a hard time recovering from the heartbreak. He suddenly receives an email from his wife begging him to pick her up, and though he has his doubts, he heads to Dulvey, Louisiana. He has lived a very ordinary life, and has never been involved in sports, but he is blessed with above ordinary physical strength. As he gets involved in a mysterious incident, he also shows his ability to adapt. (so, man's never done sports in his life but has innate endurance and adaptability to handle Dulvey (I find this adorable+cool)) (it me, laa! - can you tell I love Ethan? i mean this game? ... it's been 8 months most of my obsessions don't last more than a month or two... Ethan ;_; ♥ Rose ;_; ♥)

Frend! Hi! And thank you so much for sharing! I had a blast reading through the first pages! The other pages were RE weapon lore so I skipped them XD

The beginning monologue is phenomenal. I especially like this part:

"I have a daughter in addition to Lucas here, but hey, I don’t care how many more children I have. And it’s up to you whether you are accepted or not. You don’t have to shake so much. Even if you are not, you can still be useful, right?"

"You don't have to shake so much" asdgsafadjfoi OMG. Like honestly even though I don't like re7 as much as I like re8, the creepy dinner scene with the Bakers is ICONIC. And reading that stuff, seeing this moment from Jack's point of view, is amazing!

But also, I like the few "new" details we got regarding Mia:

She worked for a trading company, often leaving home for long periods of time whilst travelling abroad, so her relationship with Ethan became strained.

So Eveline's case wasn't the first time Mia was leaving for work. And it makes sense that her relationship with Ethan would become strained, if she had to leave him back. It's probably why she felt she could afford keeping her job a secret from Ethan. She had made a big distinction between the two. When she's at home, she's herself, being with Ethan. When she's away, she's working for a shady company which probably isn't using the most ethical ways in their job. I don't know if I'm explaining it right, but it would make sense, if her job needed her to travel abroad for long periods of time, that she would separate it from her life with Ethan - and that she'd think there would be no reason to drag him in all of it.

Yet! That did affect Ethan, as much as Mia seemed to try to avoid that (by keeping him out of it, trying to warn him to stay away, etc). He had suspected something was up before Mia left for the last time ("You were right. I did lie to you.") and as the text you shared with me says, he had a hard time recovering from the heartbreak of losing Mia. Even he himself says so at the end of re7, that he had just come to terms with losing her, three whole years after her initial disappearance. Our boi is very attached ;_;

Her coming and going was affecting him - and their relationship - he couldn't get over his heartbreak when she disappeared... and he ran to get her back, when the opportunity rose. He wanted her back in his life so much. Is it any wonder that by the end of re7, he's ready to start anew with Mia, even though he knows she was somehow involved in the nightmare he just went through? He really didn't care. The canon ending has him choosing Mia over Zoe (without whose help he would've never managed to do much in the game, and yet he unapologetically chooses Mia - if you choose Zoe, he tries to explain himself to Mia and offers to send help, but if you choose Mia, he only says the part about sending help) and he sees her come back to save him from Eveline's mold, so he knows she cares for him enough to risk her life trying to save him. And he accepts her back. When Ethan Winters says wife before life he fucking means it. We call him Just a Dude left and right but honestly, we wish the average dude was just as loving and willing to understand, forgive and move on as Ethan is.

And oh, is Ethan your first obsession? My previous obsession lasted about five years - in a way I'm still into it, just not as much because Ethan Winters has taken over my life now - so considering lots of my love for Ethan bleeds through to Rose, I'm super ready to invest myself in any future games that include her for years to come. He's definitely a dude worth loving... I just love characters who love so much, you know? There's something so warm and cozy about them, I don't personally need them to be badass or whatever (not that I don't appreciate them being that, but you know), but I can't help loving a character who knows how to love. Love (of any kind) is such an important part of life, and I get so many warm feelings when that becomes such a central part of a character. It makes them feel human, and real, and someone you feel you could trust and walk along with. Emotions, dude. I love feeling them <3

[honesthammie]

Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"