#Maybe after I scan and polish and add text it will look alright

[yasmeensh]

Zelda 2 comic sneak peek

I took out my old full-length Zelda 2 comic draft and chose a segment to make a short comic out of. It's missing context from the whole grand narrative of the entire story, but I think it gets the point across.

There were a couple potentials, and I ended up choosing the scene where Link discovers that his blood is the key to awakening Ganon. It's the most well-known plot point of the game in the LOZ fandom in general, besides the Prince of Hyrule plot. Throughout the comic, Link gets attacked by various monsters during his quest. He thought Hyrule was incredibly dangerous for merchants and travelers, but found out that it was only him encountering monsters at a high rate, thus targeted (that is not discussed in this short comic). This disturbs him a lot. And this is the scene when he discovers why he's a target. It's more than the monsters seeking revenge.

At some point in the game, the player is made to travel towards south-western Hyrule and use the Hammer on dueling peaks to enter and get a magic potion. You specifically enter the peak that is originally Level 9 in Zelda 1. I found that to be very... interesting. And suspicious. Why did the developers think "Okay lets have Link go back to the traumatizing final boss place from the first game to retrieve an item :D" It's kinda epic honestly and it gave me the idea: For the full comic, I made it that Link follows rumors and travels down there in the hopes of finding the magic book containing the revive spell, which is game-changing for the rest of his journey. Being the adventurer that he is, Link takes the risk and goes there thinking the place is long-abandoned and that Ganon probably no longer exists. Except, that isn't the case. (Okay I must add, after the revelation, Link loses his adventurous spirit and gets very serious with his quest. No longer enjoys exploring, which is all this Link is about. He starts developing Big Fears. This eventually spawns Dark Link. I wish I could make the entire comic but I know I can't T-T I should probably finish up and polish the draft and post it online for whoever is interested in a deep dive, lore-intense Zelda 2 story reimagining.)

It's the first time I do a 10 page comic, so I'm going through a learning curve right now xD It's going to be experimental, but I hope you enjoy it still. Here are some WIP shots. Still a while before it's completed.

[skzsauce01]

See You

gift fic exchange with ad.gold

Synopsis: Love is the last thing on Hyunjin’s mind after his best friend gets together with his rival. One Christmas party, however, might change that. Takes place after the events of Stolen, but can be read as a standalone.

Warning: alcohol

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: fem!reader x Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin doesn’t know why he’s even at the party anymore. He could be sipping spiked eggnog in the comfort of his own room, but instead he’s downing apple cider at a vampire’s raucous Christmas party. Someone pushed the drink into his hand when he arrived, and he gladly accepted thinking it was alcohol. It was not, and he was too uncomfortable with being an outsider to freely wander the house in search of another drink.

Being inside enemy territory makes him more on edge than usual, especially when he seems to be the only werewolf around. The curious looks from other guests don’t make him feel more at ease.

Hyunjin sighs and scrunches his empty cup in his hand, making a few creatures in his vicinity flinch when the cup becomes nothing more than a ball of plastic. Jisung invited him to the party as an olive branch after the Soul Vampire attack a few months ago, and Hyunjin only accepted because his friend promised she would be there. It didn’t occur to him until an hour ago that she would be at the party because Jisung is her boyfriend, not because she is going to accompany him.

He’s not mad though. He understands her reasons, and it’s not that Hyunjin hates Ji—

Who is he kidding? He hates Jisung and how he stole his best friend away from him.

Hyunjin still hasn’t seen his friend yet, which is why he has been staring at the door from his spot for the entire twenty minutes he has been at the party. His texts to her go unread, no matter how many times he checks and how many prayers he sends to the moon.

“You look like you could use some company,” an overly cheerful voice says.

When Hyunjin looks at who has sat beside him, you smile back, pearly whites showing. You have two bottles in your hand and offer one of them to him.

“Here. I hope you like… Christmas ale,” you read off the label. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Hyunjin,” he replies, taking your peace offering. He cracks open the top easily with a claw, more for show than practical purpose. He’s not really in the mood to talk to a stranger.

However, you seem unbothered and continue to chat anyway. “I thought vampires were supposed to be the dark, broody ones.”

“Well, werewolves can be too.” He takes a sip of his ale and feels his tongue burn from the spicy notes. “Are you always so peppy?”

“Can you blame me? I’m a Christmas elf, and it’s almost Christmas!”

It is then that he notices your pointy ears poking out from your hair. He doesn’t know much about elves other than that they have magic and pointy ears. He heard about their cheerful disposition, but until he met you, he chalked it up to stereotypes. You smile at him with sparkling eyes, and Hyunjin suddenly feels his cheeks and ears burning. He hides it by taking a swig of his drink.

“Are you waiting for someone? You’ve been sitting here a while.”

“My friend,” he replies. “She’s not answering my messages.”

“What’s her name? Maybe I know her.”

When he tells her the name, you twist your mouth as you think. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but Hyunjin can almost see light and warmth radiating off of you. Something about you is too bright and kind to be genuine, and he wonders if it’s your elf magic doing something.

“Oh!” You snap your fingers in recognition. “She’s Jisung’s girlfriend, right? I heard they got together a few months ago.”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

Hyunjin doesn’t add anything after that, and you mercifully don’t push the topic further. The two of you sit in silence and observe who the enchanted mistletoe by the stairs has trapped. You chlortle when you see a very shy couple peck each other on the lips before turning scarlet. Meanwhile, Hyunjin continues to nurse his drink. He expects you to get up and leave at some point, but you never do.

After a few minutes, he caves and asks, “Why are you hanging around me? There’s a Christmas party happening, Christmas elf.”

You shrug and retuck your hair behind your ears. “If I’m being honest, you looked a little sad earlier. I thought you could use a friend.”

“That’s what alcohol is for.”

“Which is why I came here with a bottle!”

He rolls his eyes at your joke, but a small smile creeps onto his face. “Well, thanks for that. Definitely made me feel better.”

“Well, you know what they say: ‘Alcohol is technically a solution.’” You laugh at your own remark before turning a little more serious. “Do you want me to go though? Because I can if you want.”

He shakes his head. Even though he’s known you for ten minutes, he admittedly feels more relieved knowing that he has someone by his side. “It’s alright. Did you come here alone?”

“Yeah. Jeongin invited me, but I haven’t seen him yet,” you sigh. “I guess we’re kind of in the same boat. I won’t ditch you if he suddenly decides to show up though.”

“Thanks. So, what should we do?”

“How about a drinking game?” you propose. You scan the room for a few seconds before subtly gesturing to a group playing beer pong. “Every time that team drinks, so do we.”

“Is that really a game though?” Hyunjin says. He spots Changbin playing on the team, and he’s heard of his legendary lack of skills. “Changbin is not good.”

“Every time he misses then.”

As expected, Changbin spectacularly misses on most of his turns. His opponents are somehow just as bad, which means the game is extended, and you and Hyunjin have polished off your bottles before the beer pong game ends. Hyunjin is a little tipsy and less reserved now, and you are even more excitable than before.

“Did you see that?” you gasp out in-between laughs. You hold onto Hyunjin’s arm to steady yourself. “He hit him in the face and the ball still went in!”

“They’re so bad they’re good,” Hyunjin says in disbelief. The next shot is missed, and he brings up his drink to his lips before remembering that he finished it just a minute ago. “Oh.”

You lean over, your arm pressing against his, and peer inside his bottle, seeing if it really is empty. “Wanna another one? They’ve got other stuff too.”

Your vanilla perfume tickles his nose, and your casual proximity makes him at a loss for words. “S-sure.”

You stand up first and offer him a hand. When he takes it, he doesn’t expect you to keep holding it and to lead you through the house. Occasionally you say hello to someone you know, and each person looks at Hyunjin with raised eyebrows when they see your hand intertwined with his. He feels his ears growing hot, and it’s not from the alcohol.

Every little thing you do is too easy and lighthearted, and Hyunjin can’t figure out if it’s you being you or if you’re more calculated than you appear.

“Hey,” you say, turning back to face him, “are you hungry? ‘Cause I’m gonna get chips, so do you want any?”

“You sure like to feed others,” he remarks as he follows you to a nearby table stacked high with refreshments. Modern vampirical displays of wealth appear to be towers of individually bagged chips and dozens of cases of beer.

You happily hum in acknowledgement and let go of his hand to dig through the pile of food. Hyunjin suddenly finds himself missing your touch, and he starts canvassing the selection of drinks to distract himself.

“Do you want the same thing?” he asks, spying a case of Christmas ale on his left.

“Yeah! What are you getting?”

“Same thing as well.”

You slide him a bag of chips, and Hyunjin notes that you managed to pick his favorite flavor for him. There are at least fifteen varieties available, so how did you get it right without asking? While he slowly eats his chips and ponders upon this — he comes to the conclusion that you just guessed and got lucky — you’re musing about the decorations, or lack thereof, you have seen at the party so far.

“No Christmas spirit,” you sigh, licking your fingers clean before washing them at the sink. “Hey, Hyunjin? You decorate for the holidays, right?”

“I have pinecones on my desk, if that counts.” Never mind that the pinecones are there year round.

“I guess pinecones are better than nothing,” you frown.

“Let me guess, your entire room is decked out with lights and stuff.”

“Of course! It’s very festive and cozy.”

Hyunjin is about to comment something about you and your jovialness when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He checks his notifications, and his friend has finally returned his messages, apologizing for not replying earlier and saying that she’s in the living room now.

“My friend’s here now, so you’re free to go, I guess.”

You smile up at him, but Hyunjin can’t help but notice that it looks a little less bright than your previous ones. “It was nice hanging with you. See you around?”

“Yeah. See you.”

The two of you head for the kitchen door, making each other laugh as you bump into each other. Hyunjin lets you walk ahead, and he’s following you out the kitchen this time instead of into.

“Okay,” you say, looking back at him, “this is the real ‘see—’”

In your attempt to give him a final goodbye, you trip over someone’s discarded sweater as you walk away. Hyunjin’s instincts react before his brain, and he reaches out to grab you only to miss and stumble into you. Luckily, neither of you fall over, but the two of you are standing directly in front of each other, chest to chest.

Hyunjin steadies himself and yourself by grabbing onto your arms. “You okay?” he whispers when he notices that you’re a little shaken up by it.

You nod and a few seconds later, you’re back to your sunny state. “That could have been really bad. Wow. Thanks for trying to… catch me?”

“Yeah. Wolf instincts and stuff.”

You step out of his grasp and flash him another smile. “Okay. This is the real, real ‘see you.’”

“See you around, Y/N.”

However, you are only able to take two steps before being abruptly stopped by an invisible barrier. When you look up and sigh, Hyunjin follows your gaze and sees a familiar green plant hanging from the ceiling. His face burns as he remembers what the couple earlier had to do to be freed.

“Is it okay…” you quietly say.

You don’t need to finish your sentence since Hyunjin knows exactly what you’re asking permission for. “Yeah.”

Almost hesitantly, you stand on your tiptoes and balance yourself by holding his shoulders. Hyunjin begins to tremble when he sees your face get nearer and nearer. He closes his eyes in panic. He can smell your perfume again. He’s only known you for a short amount of time, but vanilla, sweet and inviting, matches your personality perfectly. Your warm breath brushes against his skin, and he waits for the sensation of your lips on his.

Needless to say, he’s vastly disappointed when you kiss his cheek instead. He opens his eyes the same time you let go of him.

“Sorry,” you quickly say, uncharacteristically shy. “I hope that wasn’t too weird.”

Hyunjin shakes his head and reassures, “No! Don’t worry about it! So, this is the real, real, real ‘see you?’”

“Yeah,” you laugh, timidness gone and replaced with a bit melancholy.

You try to leave again, but the barrier is still there. You frown and rap your knuckles against it like you can shatter it like thin glass.

“It has to be on the mouth!” someone nearby shouts. “It won’t let you go if it’s a cheek kiss.”

“The universe really wants us to stay together,” you remark as you turn around to face Hyunjin again. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not okay with it. There's probably a warlock or witch here who can break the enchantment, so we just have to find—”

“I don’t mind.”

He doesn’t miss the small, pleased smile on your face. “O-okay.”

Hyunjin leans down for you, so all you have to do is tilt your chin upwards. It’s even more nerve wracking this time, especially since the roles have switched and he’s the one making the move. He gently cradles your face and closes the gap.

There’s no electrifying jolt like the movies promised but instead a rosy feeling that warms him from inside and out. It’s not magic, but it sure feels like it. The warmth starts from where your lips touch his, and it spreads throughout his body. You pull away first, absentmindedly tucking your hair behind your ears again. The kiss itself is only a little more than a quick peck, but it’s enough for Hyunjin.

“It worked,” you tell him, demonstrating that the barrier is gone by waving your arm at the spot where it previously was. “Alright then, I guess this is the final ‘see you.’”

You start to head off, but Hyunjin touches your arm, making you pause and turn around.

“Can I get your number?” he quickly asks before he changes his mind. “To make sure we really do see each other again?”

“With the ways things have been tonight, I think it’s gonna happen anyway.” Nevertheless, you hold out your phone to him. “Here. I want yours as well.”

The two of you exchange numbers and go your separate ways for the night. Though he’s having a good time with his friend, catching up after finals week and making winter break plans, he misses being around you. He spots you chatting with Jeongin and Changbin, and you flash him a smile when you notice him staring, but you make no move to join him and neither does he. However, the next morning, Hyunjin wakes up to a new text message from you.

[10:29 AM] L/N Y/N: so when can i see you again?

~ ad.gray

Happy holidays to you all!

[whittakerjodie]

Material Girl (13th Doctor X Reader)

Summary: The reader loves collecting all sorts of beautiful trinkets from their time travelling adventures. The Doctor starts to contribute. REQUESTED BY MEEEEEEE

A/N: the vibes are kinda all over the place w this one i think but here it is!

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Explosions, but nothing super severe

You didn’t just love shiny things; anything beautiful caught your eye and kept it for a long while. Part of you knew that you shouldn’t dedicate so much sentiment to material objects, but you couldn’t help yourself. The Doctor noticed your habit for keeping souvenirs when she’d barged into your room at 3 in the morning, yelling about a Silurian attack happening a few towns away. (She’d landed in the wrong month, but you were happy to see her nonetheless, as she was 2 weeks late picking you up for an adventure)

“Oh, this is from Atros!” She said with a smile, picking up a large necklace you’d purchased from the merchant-filled planet. It was glittering with dozens of unknown gems, all wrapped in a red metal native to the planet. It was one of many, many, many jewelry items you had, and it was only a small piece compared to the rest of the souvenirs you’d taken. 

“I know you said not to keep a bunch of stuff, because of the timelines and what not” You said. “But I’m not showing it to anybody, I promise. I just… like having it all, I suppose.” 

The Doctor put the necklace back carefully, thinking as her eyes scanned over the rest of your impressive collection. After a minute and a quick scan of her sonic screwdriver at a particularly suspicious looking item, she turned back to you. “It’s alright, then. Didn’t ever realize you kept so much. Is it just for memories sake?” 

She had taken a seat on the edge of your bed, peering down at you curiously. Propping yourself on your elbows, you responded: “That’s part of it, yeah, but I guess the aesthetics play into it as well.” 

“Aesthetics?” 

“It’s pretty,” You clarified. The Doctor grinned, like she’d thought of something brilliant. 

“Fair enough. You should get some rest. I’ll be back soon.” Despite your protests on account of her tardiness, she ran back into her magic blue box and it began to disappear, sending her away from you. Fluffing your pillow up with an annoyed huff you layed back down, eyes remaining fixated on your beautiful trinkets as you waited for them to close. 

It was another week before the Doctor arrived again. Every day you tried to incorporate a bit of alien accessories into your outfit, choosing the most human-like ones so you didn’t raise suspicions. Colors and designs didn’t matter, but some of them had a tendency to be secret weapons or glow in unnatural ways. The last thing you needed was questions being asked and the Doctor taking your prizes away. 

After work one day, you set the pair of sparkling star-shaped earrings, cut out of Etherian sunstone, onto the shelf where you kept everything else. You stared at the pair for several moments, lips stretching into a small smile at their beauty, which was only accessible to you and you alone. Was it selfish of you to keep such things to yourself? You didn’t care to consider things like that for very long. As long as you were appreciating them properly… that’s what mattered. 

The familiar whorp whorp of the TARDIS broke through the air and your lips stretched farther into a full grin. She was late, again, but you found it hard to complain when each trip yielded such wonderful experiences and treasures. You could hear her stomping around the living room, looking for you. 

“In here!” You called. Weeks ago, you would’ve scolded yourself for being so bold as to invite her into your bedroom, but you missed her so much, and you were sure she wouldn’t take notice of the implications. Sure enough, the door was thrown open eagerly. You stepped back from the mirror; You’d gotten dressed again, in pajamas. However, you still managed to add a little extra ‘something’ , a ring made out of resin encasing the ashes of a dead star. It was still beautiful, but in a sad way. It was a privilege to own it, knowing that each particle of ash had once belonged to a collective marvel. When you saw it in the shop, you couldn’t not buy it. 

The Doctor gasped when her eyes fell upon it, immediately pulling your hands into her own. “Wow!” She gasped, turning your hand over. “That looks like… hmm.. Seems like the remains of Sotonus-97!” 

“You can tell by looking?” You asked in awe, blushing as she kept your hand held tightly in her own despite finishing her examination. She nodded, then reached into her back pocket. 

“Close your eyes” You did as you were told, eyebrow raising out of curiosity. The Doctor giggled softly, something that made your heart flutter. Then, your senses focused on the weight that she was setting into your palm. 

“Alright, open them” Once again following the Doctor’s orders, you let your eyes flutter open, and they landed on one of the most beautiful bracelets you’d ever seen in your life. A loud, shocked gasp escaped you as you glanced over the polished gold, curved into a ring that the Doctor could easily slip onto your wrist. All across the surface of the bracelet was a tightly woven abstract piece of circles and lines- you recognized it as the text that littered the TARDIS monitors and ceilings. 

“Doctor… wow” You whispered, running your finger across the bracelet's surface. The Timelord kept her eyes on you, gauging your reaction to the gift. She let out a small sigh as she realized the reception was positive, the edge of her lips twitching upwards. 

“I assume you like it?” She asked. You chuckled; clearly you did, but the Doctor could always use the extra affirmation. 

“Of course, Doctor” You reassured her, setting your hand on her cheek. The two of you froze, smiles not faltering but not exactly growing either. The bracelet felt a lot heavier against your skin, pulling you down and yet doing so little to ground you back into reality. Did you really just do that? Realizing that every second you were panicking was another awkward moment of your hand caressing her, you let it fall back to your side.

“I-I got it from the Patraxus system. They let you engrave anything.” 

“What does it say?” You wondered, tracing the patterns. The Doctor leaned back, scratching the back of her head with an awkward stretch of her lips. 

“It doesn’t exactly have an english equivalent,” You nodded, accepting her answer despite something in the back of your head recognizing her lie. The Doctor wasn’t always honest about some things, particularly related to her past and people, and you knew not to push it. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful either way. Thank you, really!” 

“Don’t have to thank me. Always happy to share bits of the universe. Figured I owed you for being so late, anyway. Speaking of that- were you about to sleep? I can always leave and come back” 

Realizing she was planning on whisking you away, you glanced at your closet. You could find something else to wear. “Don’t you dare. I’ll get changed, and then I fully expect you to surprise me.” 

Not that she ever failed at that. 

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When you got changed out of your pajamas and quicikly drank a cup of coffee to keep yourself awake for whatever the Doctor had in store, you pushed open the door of the big blue box residing in your living room. The space-time machine gave a pleasant whirrr as you entered, the crystal columns growing a brighter shade of orange. In the corner of the room, Yaz and Ryan were talking with each other. Graham was nowhere in sight, and the Doctor was fidgeting at the console. 

“Hey guys, what’s up?” 

“Little tired,” Ryan said with a shrug. “Graham decided to skip out on this one, don’t think he appreciates getting his sleep interrupted that much. Hey- what’s that?” 

Noticing his gaze was focused on the Doctor’s gift, you lifted your wrist so he could examine it closer. His eyebrows raised as the gold glowed under the lights of the TARDIS. “Wicked. Where’d you get that one from?” 

“I got it from the Doc actually! Said she owed me for being so late.” Yaz scoffed and crossed her arms, taking her own turn gawking at the garment. 

“We didn’t get anything” 

“You didn’t?” 

“Maybe a quick half-assed apology, but certainly not something like this!” Ryan complained. Suddenly, your cheeks felt *very* warm. Why would the Doctor give you something and not them? Maybe it was easier to find gifts for you because of your collection habits? Or… your mind toyed with another, more romantic idea. Yaz and Ryan seemed to be following the same thread, and they smirked. 

“Well.. I’m sure it's just something she thought would look cool in my collection!” You offered quickly. They shared a look before rolling their eyes, dragging you over to the console so you could help them convince the Doctor to take the three of you to Paris (a trip you’d all been trying to organize for some time- it was hard to decide on what time period to visit) 

The gifts didn't stop at the bracelet; it seemed as though, after showing her your collection, she became quite invested in contributing to it. Even if you weren’t accompanying her on an adventure, she would find something for you to add. It wasn't like you could refuse- each and everyone was beautiful beyond description and begged to be cherished properly. 

“Do you need new shelves or anything?” The Doctor asked. Setting your hairbrush down on your dresser, you turned your head towards her. She was adding a few gemstones to your collection, frowning. There was no longer any space on any surface in your room to house more trinkets. 

“Oh. Guess I didn’t realize they were getting that crowded,” You said with a laugh. The Doctor grinned and pocketed the stones, sitting on your bed. The sight made your heart sing a little. Not the time, you reminded yourself. 

The TARDIS had taken quite the hit earlier in the day, while the five of you were getting chased by aliens. The Space-time machine was currently refueling, and Yaz and Ryan had practically thrown the Doctor at you for the night. Now the two of you were alone in your flat, staying up far too late. The Doctor didn’t sleep much, you knew that, but it felt like if you gave into your urge to sleep you’d miss out on time with her. And one-on-one encounters didn’t happen as much as you wanted them too. 

“You alright, Y/N?” The time lord asked. You nodded and she reached over to pull your blanket back, fluffing your pillow. “Think it might be time for you to sleep. Graham gave me a mouthful for interrupting his so much… Sometimes I forget how much of it you lot need.” 

“Not really tired,” You protested, but a yawn contradicted your already weak argument. The Doctor raised a brow and patted the mattress beside her. Unable to go against the Doctor’s orders you lower yourself onto the soft surface. She pulled the comforter back over you, tucking you in. 

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me. Sleep well!” As she stood, your hand caught her wrist, a million thoughts running through your head. “Y/N?” 

“Stay?” realizing how desperate you sounded, you cleared your throat and tried the request again. “Will you stay? Just for a bit? We don’t get many moments like this is all” 

The Doctor blinked, surprised, then nodded and returned to her spot. “Like this?” 

“Well, that’s fine, but you can lie down if you want too,” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was better that way; then she couldn’t hear how much it trembled from nervousness. She slowly laid down on her side, facing you with a curious look in her eye. 

“Do you want a bedtime story?” It was too hard to fight your laugh, and the timelord rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll have you know I’m ace at them. Dad skills. Or- mum skills? No, definitely dad skills. Not that it matters” 

“I just wanted to talk for a bit I suppose” 

“About what?” the Doctor whispered, eyes never leaving yours. 

“Anything?” 

Before the Doctor could choose from her infinite options, there was a loud bang from across your flat, followed by an orchestra of destruction. The Doctor’s reflexes were a lot quicker than yours and she shot up from the bed just as you processed that anything had occurred. There were several loud footsteps coming closer and a deafening grumbling voice. 

The aliens from earlier. The Doctor stepped into the hallway, switching into Oncoming Storm mode. You finally came to your senses and you got to your feet, looking around the room for something to grab to use as a makeshift weapon. 

“How’d you manage to escape the time loop?” The Doctor demanded to know. When you saw motion out of the corner of your eyes they dropped downward. The Doctor was motioning towards the window, the action just out of the aliens sights. 

Even without following instruction and heading towards the window, you knew any efforts would be in vain. You had no fire escape close by your window and it was too high of a drop for you to make without breaking something, which you preffered to avoid doing. 

When the Doctor didn’t hear the window open she glanced at you quickly, asking why you weren’t doing as you were told with her eyes. You shook your head and she pursed her lips in understanding. Then, her eyes went wide and she quickly dashed back into the room, slamming the door and throwing one of your dressers to the floor in front of it. 

Milliseconds after she did so, the door began to shake as the aliens pounded their fists against it, demanding entrance. The Doctor threw the window open and then her hand landed on your shoulder and pulled you downward onto the floor. Behind the door, you could hear a sinister beeping begin and the Doctor tugged on your shirt, frantically crawling underneath the bed. This time, you were able to follow orders. 

As soon as you were under the bed safely, the Doctor’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly to her chest. It was hard to enjoy the position when the beeping was getting louder by the second until there was a sudden wave of force pushing against you. The door gave way easily to the bomb that the aliens had placed behind it, and the splinters of wood shot across the room. Thankfully, nothing hit you, as you happened to be receiving full-body protection from an alien that was a lot less violent than the ones stepping past the destroyed door. 

The Doctor pressed you even tighter to her still as a whimper made it’s way past your lips, her fingers tangling themselves in your hair. “Don’t make a sound” 

You nodded against her embrace, shutting your eyes to make the effort easier. The aliens were stepping all around your room, throwing your belongings all over to examine them. One of the aliens reached the window, and they grunted, annoyed. By opening the window, the Doctor had let them believe that you’d already escaped. 

“Let’s leave,” One of the aliens hissed. “Clearly this place is of no use to us. The humans will pay for their disobedience.” 

Several grunts followed, and then their footsteps retreated into the distance. Just when you found yourself feeling safe enough to open your eyes, the same menacing beep started up again, coming from what seemed to be multiple sources. The Doctor smoothed your hair behind your ear, eyes wide. 

“I think we need to run, now!” Running was the status quo, but it was a lot harder to run from your own home. The two of you rolled out from underneath the bed on different sides, meeting up in the middle of the room to begin your escape. Grabbing your hand, the Doctor dragged you through your flat. All along the floor there were small black boxes, glowing red and beeping. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have a back door by any chance?” The Doctor yelled over the looping noise. You descended the stairs to the floor below. 

“One, another flight down!” The two of you raced to the back door, and you silently prayed that the bombs would be weak enough to not harm any of the other residents of the building. The Doctor kicked the door open, pulling the two of you into the outdoors. 

The move was rushed and the two of you awkwardly fell to the ground just in time to watch the force from the bombs reduce your windows to dust. Flames branched out from all of the brand new holes in your home, burning into the back of your eyes. The Doctor covered you with her body again, shielding you from falling debris. 

Twenty five minutes and a conversation with the fire chief later, you were left standing outside of your destroyed flat, waiting for the others to show up and help the Doctor and you hunt the aliens down again. A shiver ran through your body as a sharp wind moved through the air, and soon there was a sleek fabric draped over your shoulders. 

“Sorry about everything” The Doctor murmured, no longer wearing her signature coat. It was hard to think of something to say; after all, you had just lost all of your belongings and the only place outside of the TARDIS that you could call home. Understanding why you didn’t respond, the Doctor slowly eased an arm around your shoulder to comfort you. “I’d be happy to find you another flat- or a house, if you preferred. And clothes, too. The TARDIS could probably recreate half your closet using your memories alone!” 

“It’s not those things, I suppose… I talked to the fire chief. There’s only a little bit of my collection left.”  You revealed, voice thick and wavering. The Doctor sighed and hugged you tighter, reaching for your hand. You were still wearing the golden bracelet she gave you weeks ago. She smiled down at it, giving your hand a comforting squeeze. 

“We’ll just have to collect a lot more, then. Tell you what- from now on, we’re not leaving a single planet until we have at least 2 items for the collection, I promise. 3, even! How does that sound?” 

Spirits lifting with the help of her cheerful tone and eagerness to make you happier, you couldn’t help but mirror her smile. “Sure, Doc, that sounds great” 

You leaned to your side to press a kiss to her cheek. When you pulled back, the skin was pink, her eyes crinkling as her smile transformed into a grin. Voices called out your names and the two of you turned, seeing Ryan, Yaz, and Graham running towards you. 

“Come on then,” You murmured to the time lord. “Let’s get rid of these guys and then start working on that promise of yours, yeah?” 

As the Doctor pulled the two of you back into action, you didn’t bother looking back. There would be time to mourn efficiently later. For the moment, all you needed to focus on was the woman holding your hand. After all, no matter what treasures you collected or lost, the greatest one was always the Doctor