#The doctor x master

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✦ October 6th | Violence

AN 𓏧

↳ ○ | Day day six! My first dance with Thoschei, got in my feels about it, was supposed to be pure smut, have some feels too. Smut so MDNI.

SUMMARY𓏧

↳ ○ a dangerous meeting, tension is high, and then it snaps, rough hits turn into rough sex, biting, clawing, primal, neither one is unscathed.

PAIRING𓏧

↳ ○ The Doctor (Thirteen) x The Master (Dhawan!master)

TW𓏧

↳ ○ some non-con vibes, but like not really, dunno how to explain. P in V penetration. Biting, hitting, creampie.

WORD COUNT𓏧

↳ ○ 2500

A03 lINK𓏧

↳ ○ x

MASTERLIST LINK𓏧

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It had to be on common neutral ground, He had reached out and contacted her. She knew it was a trap; how couldn’t it have not been? He dealt in traps; it was his flirting. However, she wanted to believe desperately that a fraction of Missy’s progress still lived in him; she had to wish that this was that. A lonely planet, where there would be no one he could hurt, no destruction he could do that could harm her fam, who she had left on earth, she said she was 'just popping out, had to check on some things', because if Yaz knew, if any of them knew who she was going to go see, well, that just couldn’t happen. She had to make sure they were far enough away and safe.

The Tardis landed with a whirring groan; even she was nervous about this meeting. She slipped out of the Tardis, and immediately her eyes fell on him, sitting on a rock boredly waiting.

“Am I still mad? No, you only destroyed Gallifrey; you turned our people into Cybermen; no, not mad,” she said, her eyes narrowing at her eyes at him, pushing his hand away from her. He tried to step closer, ignoring her anger. He leaned forward and placed a kiss against the side of her mouth, which she didn’t respond to; this made him frown.

“It always baffles me how you can be late with a time machine, love,” he said calmly, his dark eyes trained on her lighter eyes. He moved, standing with grace as he moved towards her, his steps calculated and fluid as he moved to circle her. The Doctor shook her head and watched him.

“What do you want? What was so earth-shatteringly important that you had to beg me to show up, Master?” She said his name with spite, a sort of hiss that used it as an insult. There was a flash in his eyes, a real sting of hurt before he masked it with a mock pout and puppy dog eyes at her.

"Well, my dear, it is simple; I...missed you,” he offered, which pulled a disbelieving laugh from the shorter woman’s lips. “You don’t sound convinced; should I prove it to you?” he said, circling around her, his hand trailing against her shoulder blades, to which she turned, catching his arm. He chuckled and stepped closer to her. “You are still mad?” He leaned to whisper in her ear.

“So cold, here I am trying to make you feel better, make you forgive me, and you are all ice,” he chuckled darkly. “No matter, you’ll forgive me, you always do, your flaw, you chose to see the good in me when there is none, always trying to appeal to my better nature, when we both know I don’t have one.” He tilted his head, his fingers trailing her jawline. She pulled back, and his hand followed, holding her chin, slipping down to grab her throat. Even if he knew he couldn’t squeeze the life out of her that way, it was a position of power. "Ah-ah, my dear, where are you trying to run off to?” he said and let his hand squeeze harder. He leaned forward, his lips pressed against her jaw as he forced her head back. The Doctor growled out and suddenly sunk her teeth in his cheek, causing him to pull away quickly, startled by the action. Though she followed her teeth, sinking into the crook of his neck and biting him through the jacket of his suit, his hand went into her hair, pulling it roughly to get her to let go. When she didn't, he breathed out, grabbing her shoulder to push her hard. “You want to play like that, my dear?” he smirked. Blood dripped from his cheek where she had bit, and he could feel the sting against the crook of his neck. He moved to bring them down to the ground hard, keeping her pinned beneath him. He straddled her lap, keeping her legs down by pinning them between his; his hands grabbed at her wrists, forcing them back down, pressing down against her as she tried to arch to escape. “No, go on, Thete.” The name was a deep growl as he bit her back suddenly, his teeth buried into her shoulder roughly. The Doctor had paused for a moment at the use of her old nickname; the way he had growled it out reminded her of restless nights and desperate moments, things she shouldn’t be thinking about currently.

He gripped her almost desperately, like his life depended on this moment. She pushed against him, and a pained sound escaped her lips as he bit harder. Pulling up, she got her arm free quick enough to deliver a blow across his face, knocking him back to the floor. A flood of manic laughter escaped him as he licked the blood from his lip. He sat up watching her as she held her neck where he bit. “What is this, Master?” She snapped, trying to get answers, but she already knew what this was. Throughout their dance across the stars, they found themselves falling for lies, what would become broken promises because neither one really could let the other go. They were connected, bound by fate in a tragic way, a way that had damaged them both so deeply, yet here they were again, pulled together. The Doctor was angry; the Master had gone too far this time, yet there he was, sitting on the ground just a bit away from her, laughing like he hadn’t destroyed their home, like he hadn’t violated the Time Lords in such a disgusting way, looking at her with those hungry eyes. He pounced, pulling her against him.

“You know what this is; it’s what it has always been and what it will always be... Look at me,” he said as she tried to look away. His hand gripped her throat, forcing her chin up with his thumb. “Look at me, Thete,” he breathed out. “This is what we do.” She knew what he was doing by calling her. Thete, he was trying to appeal to her nostalgia—the desire for a time when they weren’t locked in a war neither one of them could win. She wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of acknowledging it; it was just another manipulation tactic. He frowned and pulled her face up towards his before he crashed his mouth against hers, not letting her struggle against him again. He tasted like blood, whiskey, and the breath of a cigar he was no doubt smoking before she arrived. His tongue explored her mouth, and she considered biting as hard as she could, but when she thought this, his hand tightened around her throat, pushing against her jaw some. He could break her neck if he wanted to.

He moved his knee between her legs, pushing against her some, they both knew they would give in, it was just who would give in first, he wanted, no needed it, to be her so he could keep onto the feeling of control. She was formidable and wouldn’t be so easy to shake. He broke the kiss and trailed his tongue down her throat, moving to push up her shirt. After pushing her suspenders down, he put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her up so he could push the offending clothing out of his way. She growled in a warning, her nails dug into his arm, he gave a hiss and suddenly sunk his teeth into the skin above her collarbone hard, if she wanted to hurt him, he could hurt her back. His hands moved, ripping at the bit of fabric in her bra; his mouth trailed with bites and kisses across her chest, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Feeling her beneath him, even if she hated him, felt like home, however broken it was now. She arched against him. How many times had they found themselves like this over their regenerations? Like moths to the flame, their dance was deadly and painful, a cycle of betrayal and toxicity, but it was theirs, and it was as close to in love as they were going to be. No, that wasn’t true; there was love, and that's why it hurt so badly every time they played this game, every time they stood against one another.

Her hands moved up to his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark locks, her nails scratching into his scalp as she pulled his head up from biting her, but his mouth covered hers again. She bit at his lower lip, and his tongue was in her mouth again. The familiarity of his taste confused her senses, and her hearts pounded. She knew she should run, leave, and go back to her companions, that this was just going to end the same way as it always did, and they would both be upset, though she would be the one that hurt him first, revenge for what he had done. She could be the first to leave this time and betray him with promises she subconsciously wanted to keep but knew she couldn’t. His hands moved down to undo his pants, pushing them down until they were past his ass, his hands immediately moving to get hers off. She lifted her hips to help him; he knew she wanted it as much as he did.

She moved with surprising strength and pushed him onto his back; her body followed, straddling his hips as she bit him again; she was angry; he knew any kiss he got was going to be him taking it from her; he moved his head as she bit his neck, so she had more room, leaving teeth marks and bruises signs of her love or hate; right now it didn’t matter which one it was, or even if there was a difference. The sound that escaped his lips when she sunk down on him suddenly was an uncharacteristic whine. His hands went to her hips, but she grabbed them, pinning them against his chest as she rocked against him. He knew what she was doing, taking away any control he had, but he was fine with that; he had her full attention, and that was what he wanted.

There were no sweet nothings, just grunts and groans as she moved, his hips rocking up to match her pace. When he tried to move his hands, she pressed them harder against his chest. “Thete,” he breathed out, his eyes closing as his back arched. He let out a frustrated growl.

“I’ll stop.” She warned. He opened his eyes and looked at her with a hurt puppy-dog look. “You get to do what I let you.” She said firmly, and he hissed out a low growl as she slowed down, her lips curled into a smirk, one he recognized. He relented, knowing she would make good on her threat; his eyes hungrily watched her writhe and ride him; his fingers interlocked with hers; she allowed it. She tilted her head back; there were no thoughts, just a primal need, so it seemed they weren’t above the need as they so proclaimed they were. Then again, nothing was normal with them; it had never been. They craved each other in ways that they would never admit, never fully say. Because neither of them wanted to give up their pride. He gasped out, feeling the tense feeling at the base of his spine.

“S-Slow down,” he mumbled in Gallifreyan; his brain couldn’t find the will to speak common Earth English; it was tedious, and he didn’t want to think about anything right now. He pulled her hands a bit, making her lean down, kissing her jaw, trying to get her to slow; he wanted to enjoy the moment after all, but she gave a rough roll of her hips. His fingers untangled with hers and trailed up her arms to her shoulders, one hand keeping her down against his chest. “Slow,” he repeated, drawing a growled-out breath from The Doctor. She obliged though, slowing; there was a light layer of sweat glistening on her skin from the movements. “There it is?” He breathed out, tilting his head back as he slowly moved; his fingers moved to where they were connected, his thumb rubbing small but firm circles against her clit.

The feeling kept building, and he groaned out. He could feel his muscles tighten more, his pleasure on the edge. He gripped her back tightly, “close.” He growled out against her ear, and she was close; he could feel it. With how her walls contracted and squeezed against his cock, he contemplated finishing in her. Though the complications that could bring about were not welcome right now, it could prove a fun plot for the future. No, he probably wouldn’t, but maybe. Her movements got faster before she yelled out, and her hand tightened against his chest as he felt her cum around him. Everything in him blanked for a moment at the delicious feeling that took him, and his body tensed more, thrusting as deeply as he could, holding her as her walls milked him; he couldn’t resist; he spilled into her, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. Their pants slowed after several minutes, and after a few silent moments, The Doctor got up, much to The Master’s dismay. “W-Where are you going?” he asked before he could stop himself. There was a flash of vulnerability in his words. Usually, there were sweet nothings and pretty promises; he could pretend she was his, at least for a while.

“No.” he said sharply. “You don’t get to decide that, it won’t matter anyway, we are destined to do this dance for the rest of our existence, so why can’t we enjoy these moments?” He said closing the distance, but she shook her head quickly turning to walk towards her tardis. “What running away again Thete?” He yelled after her, “You were always so good at it!” he snarled.

“Koschei,” There it was; she had finally called him his name after all of his poking and prodding with her old name. He felt a sort of shiver up his back, but the way she said it didn’t make him feel good about it, not like how she would whisper it in need. With such passion, the cold way she said it made his lip raise in a slight snarl.

“We both got what we wanted, yeah? Release… No need for me to stick around, fall for your pretty words, and no need for you to speak them; I think its time. she paused.

“Time for what?” He growled out. If she thought she could just end their games just like that, she was mistaken.

“That we stop.” She said calmly, grabbing her jacket. He moved to scramble up to his feet, fixing his pants.

“It’s The Doctor,” She said coldly as she reached the door. “And there won’t be any more moments, Master.” She said firmly, slipping into the tardis quickly to make her leave, leaving him there screaming at her as she left, it wouldn’t be the last time, but this time The Doctor left first, and she hurt him in a way that was deeper than physical, a small revenge, but it was only going to be a matter of time before they were forced into this dance once more.

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DOCTOR WHO || AGATHA ALL ALONG

[deadrobinsclub-est1988]

[inhonoredglory]

He's always been a queer bi trans demi ace pan genderfluid nonbinary being 🏳️‍🌈 (tenth doctor edition) [og post]

[heyitsspaceace]

don't let their seemingly straight-passing tension fool you, they are still very gay and dysfunctional

[tonsillessscum]

[spacephobos]

the doctor: propositions the toymaker

the master hearing it from inside his tooth:

[stormofstarlight]

The Master, meeting the Doctor again after being trapped in the Toymaker's tooth: Oh, so do you use that "Let's travel the stars together" speech on every guy who tries to kill you? Whore.

[satan-wishes-he-was-me]

absolutely obsessed w the doctor just seeing the master every time and going “i could fix them. by putting them in a cage. and keeping them with me forever and ever. so they could never leave me. but they’re definitely the one with problems. i’m totally fine.”

[clowns0cks]

thinking about how Missy's tardis matches twelve's ☹️

[buggyboba]

✦ October 20th | Collar

AN 𓏧

↳ ○ | AN| I really said The Master is a bottom and will continue to be a bottom here. Sorry not sorry, that man is a power bottom, and the doctor is most certainly a switch…I don’t make the rules. Anyway I gave myself feels again, and its late because any time I went to sit down I would have to reread, and regave myself feels. But um I guess enjoy! Thoschei shippers where you at? -grabby hands- I just wanna be cool and feed you guys too! I made a thing do you like it? SMUT MDNI

SUMMARY𓏧

↳ ○  feral like an animal. (I lied it's feelings, and also sex...but a lot of angst.)

PAIRING𓏧

↳ ○ Simm!Master x Fourteenth Doctor

TW𓏧

↳ ○ Jerking off, unprotected anal sex, the master is wearing a collar and The Doctor man handles him with it. Cum mentioned.

WORD COUNT𓏧

↳ ○ 1900

A03 lINK𓏧

↳ ○ x

MASTERLIST LINK𓏧

↳ ○ x

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His hand wrapped around the leather collar, fingers pressed against the creamy expanse of The Master’s throat as he dragged him closer. A growl rumbled from the other man. The Doctor crashed his lips against the other man’s. It was a rough, biting kiss. The biting was mostly from the silver-haired man. His hands gripped the slender man’s arms, keeping him close. It didn’t matter how the man came to him; he was there now, and The Doctor didn’t know for how long he would have. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, pulling scraping, deep growls, and needy whines. Every emotion escaped in that kiss—the anger, the betrayal, the love, the need—both were to blame, but no one wanted to accept the fault. They were at constant war, but they were so old now, and the war was built on events centuries ago; that should no longer matter, not in the many years they had lived. 

The Doctor didn’t want to fight anymore, not like this, not like they were truly enemies; if they had been nothing more than rivals, it would be different, but in between the aggression, there were moments of softness, or as soft as Koschei could be. Moments of longing, of whispered words of affection, only spoken in their native language, only in breathless whispers, as if saying them out loud would make them too real, and neither of them could go back to how it was before them. They understood each other in a way no one else in the universe could; they had been through so much, and now the Doctor just wanted peace, to retire; he wanted Koschei, and he was tired of the fighting; he knew deep down Koschei was tired of it too; of course, he had seen it in his next regeneration, Missy, the one that changed. The one that showed him his best friend was still in there, that he could change, that he didn’t have to keep being just a conqueror, that he could step back, that he needed to step back, feel that remorse, but he had no idea how to make this one see that. 

The Master hungrily kissed him, his tongue against his as The Doctor pushed him back down against the mattress, using the collar. His eyes darkened, his hips pressed up against his. Desperate for attention, but he wouldn’t vocalize that; he didn’t want to look as needy as he was, though they both knew it. He hated that The Doctor could see through his carefully crafted mask, especially in moments like this, when his mask was harder to keep a hold of. When he wanted nothing more than to feel Theta’s hands on him, sometimes he needed the roughness, but he knew that Theta didn’t want to hurt him like he deserved, so he would settle with the exploratory teasing touches the other man gave him. The Doctor’s hand slid down, touching his side, to his stomach before he reached between them, his hand wrapping around The Master’s aching member and stroking it, which pulled a low rumble from The Master’s throat. “Can’t just tease it, my dear,” he managed in almost a grumble.  “You never used to mind the teasing.” The Doctor shot back, shifting to be better in between the other man’s legs, using his own legs to spread The Master’s more. The man shifted more, getting comfortable in the new position. “Good boy.” The Doctor murmured as he leaned forward, catching The Master’s lips with his before he could pop off another snarking comment.

The Doctor had a lot of emotions, a lot of thoughts; he should by all rights hate Kos-The Master; he should never want to see him again, especially after what his future did to Gallifrey, something The Doctor had to live with but couldn’t blame this one for his future’s actions. It was hard to live with the knowledge of what the one person he loved with both of his hearts would do, that was unless. 

He could always convince him, but that would make a paradox: to change something like that, what if it was a fixed point? Did he even care about that now? This was his retirement, his reward—a reward he deserved. His hand slowed against The Master, he tried not to let it show his dilemma, he felt the Master tug at his mind, and he shook his head. He couldn’t afford to let him in mentally—not right now, not after everything.  The Master pulled back, ��If you are going to fuck me, maybe do it instead of having an internal crisis… it’s all over your face.” He sneered, but the words held very little bite. “As fun as watching you internalize whatever it is you are thinking about, it’s not productive… So…get on with it, Thete,” he muttered the last bit. He knew he shouldn’t have tried to reach out through the psychic link, not after everything, but he wanted to feel all of him again.

The Doctor blinked. The Master never used his nickname, not in situations like this; it was rare when he would mutter it. The last time he could recall Koschei calling him Thete was when he was Missy and she was crying.

“Oh for fucksake… Did I just send you into another spiral?” he rolled his eyes and moved to push him back. “I’ll do it myself then.” He shook his head and straddled The Doctor’s hips; he licked his palm before he reached down to wrap his hand around him, stroking him with purpose. 

“Wait, I didn't—" The Doctor grabbed his hips, his hand moving to grope against one of his asscheeks. “I didn’t prepare you," he said quickly. The Master leaned over, grabbing the bottle of lube from the side table, before dropping it on The Doctor’s chest. He quickly grabbed it and squeezed some onto his fingers before moving, letting a breath out he didn’t know he was holding that turned into a grunt as the Master kept stroking him. He had to focus on making sure he was ready; he didn’t want to hurt him after all, even if he deserved it. After everything he had done, he deserved pain, but The Doctor couldn’t be the one to hurt him like this, not in this situation, not when they were entangled like this; he didn’t want sex to be a punishment. 

His fingers worked against the tight ring of muscles, feeling the Master rock his hips forward from the touch before settling again. The Doctor’s long fingers rubbed and pressed before easing into the hole. The Master growled out again. His eyes closed for a moment, relaxing into the feeling of the Doctor’s fingers thrusting against him. The Doctor’s other hand snaked up his chest to grab the collar again, pulling him down to kiss him. His fingers worked to find the right angle to rub against the other man’s prostate to stimulate him more. The little jerk that The Master did told him he had found it; he swallowed one of The Master’s moans before he moved. "Knees,” he said; it was playful but held a command to it like it wasn’t a request but a demand. 

The Master made a face at him but moved to his hands and knees. The Doctor moved to coat his length in the lube before dripping some more against the hole he was about to plunge into, working his fingers against him again as he gripped the base of his cock, moving to move his fingers so he could press the tip against him, teasing him. The Master hissed out and pressed back wanting more, but the Doctor grabbed his hip, stopping him. “Practice some patience,” which garnered an annoyed sound from his partner’s throat. His hand slid up the other man’s back between his shoulders before his fingers wrapped around the collar again, pulling the man back as he pressed forward slowly, sinking into him. The Master breathed out as he was stretched; it was achingly slow as he took him inch by inch.

The way The Doctor held the collar put pressure on his throat, but that’s all it was; there was no real danger there. His hands wrapped in the sheet of the bed as he breathed through it, He felt the Doctor’s lips on the back of his neck brushing over his shoulder as one of the Doctor’s arms wrapped around his waist as he started to roll his hips. The Master grunted out as he moved back to match his pace, so he could feel like he was in control. The Doctor’s teeth scrapped against his should as he bit down and moved to pick up his pace some, keeping the pressure on the collar tight, pulling The Master off of his hands so his back was against his chest, his free hand unwrapped from around his waist and wrapped back around his cock, starting to stroke in time with his thrusts. His teeth nipped harder against him as he listened to the change in The Master’s breath. This was a battle, disguised, and he knew that; it was always like this, but this time he needed it to mean more. He was sure he couldn’t tame Koschei, and he didn’t want to, not really, not fully; he just wanted him back, just as Missy had wanted him back. It was funny to think that he would want to try again after everything, but gods did he. He was tired; he was tired of being alone. Yes,  he had companions, but he wanted Koschei. 

He moved to nipping at his jaw, and the Master let a growl out. “Trying to be Lovey?” he muttered.

“I would never.” The Doctor smirked at him. “Can’t let me know you like it, can you?” He let his tongue slide against where his jaw and neck met before she sucked a deep mark into it. He rolled his hips more, stroking The Master with more purpose as he felt the pressure in his spine and how his cock twitched against the clench of The Master. “Of course, you would only want a quick rough fuck, isn’t that right, Master?” he murmured into the man’s ear. The Master groaned out before taking a hissing intake of air. The doctor suddenly pushed the collar down, forcing his torso back against the bed. As he kept him pinned, he rocked into him faster and rougher. 

The Master growled out more, but it quickly turned into breathy moans as his own cock gave a twitch. The pressure built more as The Doctor hit the right spots, his back arched, and he felt The Doctor’s hand trace the curve of his spine before grabbing his hip to pull him to meet each thrust.  The Master panted out in breathy Gallifreyan, pleasure masking his senses as he muttered out praise and curses before he groaned out as he came against the mattress beneath him. The doctor’s hand kept stroking for a few moments before he pulled out of him and stroked himself through his orgasm, splattering against his ass and the back of his thighs. He leaned back on his own heels and breathed out before leaning forward to press another kiss against The Master’s shoulder.

“Stay.” He breathed. “Just tonight.” He offered that if he could get him to stay the night, he might have a chance to talk him into staying longer. 

“Fine.” The Master breathed out; he knew he shouldn’t, but it was too tempting to say no. 

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[nipuni]

THE DOCTOR We had a pact, him and me. Every star in the universe, we were going to see them all.

My version of The Master and The Doctor in their Academy days 😊

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on april 1st!

[oakdown]

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Alright, I'll say it: Jack Harkness and the Doctor's relationship is possibly the most fleshed out/complicated dynamic in Doctor Who and that is INCLUDING the master/doctor relationship. Seriously, think about it:

the fact that when they meet jack is presented as sleazy con man and the doctor makes him brave- makes him good

but that they are both willing to die for rose as long as she is safe

and then she comes back and dooms them both to live (even though jack has already died for her and the doctor WILL die for her)

(ninerosejack is canon and you cannot convince me otherwise)

but then the doctor sees jack as immortal as someone he COULD spend the rest of his life with

and instead of embracing it like you'd think he would because he is so wrecked by people leaving him/being left by him the doctor RUNS bc the Doctor is so scared of jack of what he means of what he is

jack ends up abandoned in dalek dust goes back in time to find the doctor suffers a hundred years alone/being tortured but STILL WAITS

(screw amy being the girl who waited or rory being the boy who waited- Jack Harkness is the boy who waited and he did it FIRST)

Jack finds out that he was abandoned. that the man that he loves HATES the sight of him. that the doctor would rather have a genocidal murderer than have him

and so Jack gets the hell out of dodge to go to a man who DOES love him

and don't get me wrong Jack loves Ianto and Jack DOES remember Ianto until he dies as the Face of Boe don't forget that (protecting Novice Hame from the virus as he couldn't Ianto

BUT AFTER EVERYTHING THE DOCTOR HAS DONE TO JACK JACK STILL LOVES THEM

Jack still considers five billion years cursed to never die to be BETTER than the alternative: dying a young time-agent-turned-con-man

Jack has more reason than any other companion save maybe Amy to hate the Doctor & yet spends 20 years in jail to rescue Thirteen still LOVES HER

AND AFTER FIVE BILLION YEARS HE ORGANIZES THAT FIRST MEETING ON SATELLITE FIVE HE ORGANIZES 9/ROSE'S FIRST DATE

jack harkness is a living ghost a reminder of the doctor's failures a physical fixed point and yet he still loves the girl who cursed him and the time lord that turned him into the kind of person that would give his dying breaths to protect the last of humanity in a dying city and tell the doctor that he is not alone

because fuck it, YANA was a warning but also a reminder a final gift

jack had been there all along, a ghost an echo a PROMISE

there is no more human character than jack harkness

[aenslem]

I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you. He can be very mean sometimes.