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In The Name of Love - Clara Oswald/Reader (Doctor Who)

prompt: "you have some awesome writing friend, anyways may i request an imagine with Clara Oswald from Doctor Who? an unrequited love type of imagine?" - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing + the drama lmao   

The Doctor and you had been travelling together for a while. You'd always remember travelling the universe with Amy and Rory, River even joining in every now and then. You were like a family, the five of you together.

When Amy and Rory left things fell somewhat apart on the Tardis. River disappeared off somewhere and the Doctor fell into a silent mood, moping around his ship for hours on end.

But it hadn't taken long before another adventure was underway, and you were the first invited to join the team again. Of course you had said yes, life back on Earth was nothing compared to the stars and there were still creatures of hundreds and thousands of planets to meet.

The adventure this time? An apparent wild goose chase to find a woman who had died two times, an act that you were quite impressed with so when Clara was finally found you happily invited her with open arms onto the Tardis.

And you had practically watched yourself fall in love with the woman.

You had also watched Clara fall in love with the Doctor.

There had always been something between the two, something you couldn't place a finger on. You just wished you had some time to think it all through. However, by time you didn't mean you wanted to be stranded on an abandoned planet for weeks on end. That just seemed to be the universe's misinterpretation of your wish.

The weeks had passed by slowly. It had only happened because you had somehow been taken off course when trying to return to London, 1888 in an attempt to return Madame Vastra, Jenny and Strax back home. How it had ended this badly was difficult to understand and something you simply decided to blame on the Doctor, besides you had been persuaded that it was good fun to hang around on an empty planet.

Until you found out it was infested with Cybermen. That wasn't fun. It also wasn't fun to find out they were planning on transporting down to Earth once their upgrade had finalised and kill everyone and take over and make humans a part of their army.

Obviously the only saving grace was the old bomb the Doctor had found that seemed to have been built as a failsafe many years ago, something which greatly excited the Doctor.

"So we have a bomb!" The Doctor smiled, clapping his hand together and rubbing them happily. After 4 long weeks on this planet, that might have been the best thing you had heard so far... and you had been told that Vastra all but cried when Jenny had told her she had loved her. "Big bomb on a small planet infested with Cybermen. Sounds like a recipe for fun." He straightened his bow tie and ran off down a corridor, "Wait there, I'll be back." He yelled over his shoulder as everyone shared confused glances but stayed put anyway - apart from Clara who insisted on running after him. You knew the pair too well and so made no attempt to stop either of them, knowing your efforts would be futile.

You stayed where you were on the floor, watching as Clara ran the opposite direction and just hoping she would stay safe and not do something too stupid like sacrificing herself for any of you.

You were too caught up in your thoughts that you didn't see Jenny approaching before speaking to you, "You love her." Jenny said simply, shooting you a sympathetic smile as she slid down next to you.

You let out an emotionless laugh, "Is it that obvious?"

"I like to think I come a'customed to seeing those kinda feelings." She smiled, sparing a glance to Vastra who was in deep conversation with Strax.

You were about to respond before the Doctor came bursting through the door with Clara close behind him. He clapped his hands and hopped up on a slight step. "Okay so I have good news and bad news, which one first?"

You smiled and answered for the group. "Good news."

"Oh, okay, well... funny thing, there really is no good news."

Raising an eyebrow you sighed and answered again. "Right... Bad news then?"

"Yes, so, the bomb can only be detonated by hand and from in this room and the cybermen are closing in."

"Which means...?"

"Someone has to push this big red button - I love big red buttons-" He grinned before going straight back to being serious, "and, uh, well... boom." He rubbed his hands together and suddenly looked almost guilty as well as serious, if that was even possible for the Doctor.

"Brilliant. There you go, we're sorted! We can leave and save the world by just pressing that big red button." Clara, being the ever optimist, smiled and approached the button. You, having been carefully watching the Doctor, stepped forward to intercept her.

"So the person who presses the button...?" You asked slowly.

"Yes, well there is that. Once the big red button has been pressed then there won't be time to escape," He admitted as he raked his hand through his hair. "Before the... boom."

Everyone stayed silent as the information sunk in. You took a moment to look around the room. The Doctor couldn't do it, too important. How could you let Clara sacrifice herself? Vastra and Jenny were married and you weren't in any hurry to force them to split up and Strax was just an innocent bystander in this whole shebang. You sighed and stepped forward, clearing your throat.

"Doctor, you always hog the fun of pushing big red buttons." You smiled, looking straight at him and watching as he immediately realised what you were planning. "I think it might be my turn to have a go."

Jenny gasped lightly and shook her head, "Well, no, there must be-"

"Vastra, take Jenny back to the Tardis." You gave apologetic eyes to your new found friend who struggled against her wife's grip.

"No, Y/N, I-"

"As you wish." The lizard bowed her head to you in respect before walking briskly to the Tardis, Jenny's cries of frustration muffling as they left. Strax, looked up to you and gave you his formal goodbye, soldier to soldier before walking solemnly after his mistress. Clara watched them leave with a confused look on her face, having not caught on to what you were planning.

"What-?"

"Clara, you need to go." You held her shoulders making sure she was looking at you. "You need to go." You repeated, becoming more and more wary of the clanging footsteps approaching from behind you as the Cyberman upgrade date loomed closer. She licked her lips and nodded, preparing herself to leave.

"Wait, what about you?" She asked

"I can try and slow them down." You held your head high in order to convey confidence that you were severely lacking right about now. "No need for all of us to die." You turned away, facing the direction the Cybermen were walking from. You glanced at the bomb - a weapon that frightened you to no ends but you had made a promise and you were going to save the world.

The feeling of Clara grabbing your arm and turning you around made your heart skip a beat but you stayed steady, refusing to let her get hurt.

"I'm not letting you do this Y/L/N." She shook her head, preparing her own weapon and coming to stand next to you. 'Not on your own."

You looked desperately behind you to see the Doctor standing still. "We can all get out, don't be silly. All three of us." The Doctor put on a brave face, one you had seen plenty of times before.

After walking up to him and taking him to the side you whispered, looking back at Clara. "We can't Doctor and the longer we wait then the less time you'll have to escape." You lowered your voice even more, "You know the bomb can only be detonated from on the planet. Take Clara and run." You insisted on staying, not wanting to let anyone else risk themselves for the cause. The Doctor stayed still, just looking at you for a while before taking your head in his hands and kissing your forehead gently.

"Say hello to Amy for me." He smiled and blinked a few times as you saw his eyes get slightly glossy. That was the only emotion you got from him as he swiftly turned around, grabbing Clara's hands and walking out much to her protests. "Clara, let’s go!" He shouted, using his sonic screwdriver to open a door in front of him.

He paused before nodding his head in recognition of your sacrifice. You smiled in response, sending him a mock salute before positioning yourself by the bomb again and turning around. You could faintly hear the sonic screwdriver locking you in before you met your fate.

You gingerly looked over the small box with wires - an old machine that had rusted over with age. Gripping onto the edge of the table, you closed your eyes and held your breath, praying that the Doctor was correct in saying that the bomb would definitely work. You also quickly reminded yourself that if you didn't do this then the thousands upon millions of cyberman on the other side of the door would otherwise infest the world that you had come to grow with and love, along with your friends and family. You had seen what those monsters could do and you weren't prepared to ever see it happen again.

There was hesitation in your movements as you placed your shaky hand on the button. The clanks, noises and voices of the cybermen could be heard coming closer. You knew you had to give the Tardis as much time as you could before you pressed down, as they had to have time to escape but the threat was looming nearer and nearer.

You could feel a bead of sweat drip down your temple as thoughts of your family and friends started to flood your mind, events and adventures you had forgotten about were becoming fresh and brought tears to your eyes. The heat in the room was suffocating as the door began to creak and crack under the pressure of an army of metal and you knew it was time.

"Good luck." You whispered, just having to hope that the Tardis had escaped, as you put pressure down on the button and took one last breath.

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"She'll be alright, won't she?" Clara asked, the pair finally joining everyone else in the time machine. The comment made the Doctor stop abruptly so he was facing the controls. He ran his hands through his hair a few times leaving the group in silence.

"We need to leave before this place blows up." He mumbled almost incoherently as he flipped a few switches. Vastra took a deep breath and took place next to the Doctor. "i should have done something. I shouldn't let her do this."

"On the contrary Doctor. I believe you'll find that the fault of Y/N's actions should be sought elsewhere." She sent a pointed look towards Clara who frowned and advanced on her. The move caused Vastra to grasp the hilt of her swords and hiss slightly.

"What are you accusing me of?" Clara's brow furrowed and she took another step closer to Vastra who hissed again but louder.

"I think what my dearest means," Jenny stepped in, always acting as the pacifier when her wife lost touch with human emotions, "is that people do strange things in the name of love." She gave Vastra a pointed look, still sour about being dragged away before looking at Clara more carefully, knowing she was completely unaware of any feelings you may have had for her.

Clara's head snapped up at the word and her lips parted. "Love?" She shook her head, "No, Y/N never... She didn't..." Clara trailed off as everything clicked into place. "What's she done? Doctor?" She dashed towards the doors and tried to open them but too late as the Tardis powered up.

"It's too late, I'm sorry." He pulled down a final lever which sent the Tardis flying. The noise of a bomb drowned out any other words and left a deep silence for a long period after. The impact of the planet, and everything on it, being blown apart caused the Tardis to rock and everyone inside to stumble slightly.

And it wasn't Clara falling over that hurt the most but rather the pain of losing a friend, the pain of a sacrifice that she didn't even know was happening under her name. Clara could never speak to her, joke with her, laugh or sleep alongside her like she had many an adventure.

Y/N had died for Clara in the name of love.

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Time Lords get Sick too

Clara Oswald x Time Lord!Reader

Summary: Being a Time Lord, Y/n didn’t tend to sleep, so when their girlfriend, Clara, finds them in their room on the TARDIS fast asleep she worries.

Third person, they/them pronouns, 11th Doctor makes an appearance

Fluff.

Clara woke up on her own, this morning. That never happened. Mornings on the TARDIS usually began with her partner, Y/N, waking her up by jumping on her and attacking her with kisses.

But not this morning.

Clara went looking for Y/N, confused and concerned about why this morning was different. She found them in their room, curled up in a pile of blankets, fast asleep. At first, Clara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, but quickly that smile faded when she saw the sweat on Y/N’s brow and the troubled look on their face, like they were having bad dreams.

She went up to them, brushing some hair away from their face, and immediately she noticed how warm they felt. She had placed her hand on their forehead and Y/N jolted awake at the sensation of Clara’s cold skin.

“Shh shh,” she brushed her fingers through their hair. “It’s okay, it’s only me.”

“Clara?” Y/N questioned as they came to their senses. “What happened?”

Clara smiled empathetically. “You didn’t wake me up today. I came to find you,” she explained. “You’re burning up, Y/N/N.” She frowned, still running her fingers through their hair.

“Oh, am I?” They said confused, their brain still very clearly not fully awake. Clara frowned, and placed a loving kiss to their forehead. Y/N shivered pulling the blankets tighter around themself.

“Y/N/N, I think you might be sick,” she said softly. “I’m gonna go get the Doctor, stay here, okay?” Y/N just closed their eyes, and Clara knew they weren’t going anywhere at the moment.

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A few minutes later, Clara came back with the Doctor. He kneeled down, next to Y/N and felt their forehead, waking them up again, as they had quickly fallen back to sleep since.

“Hey, hey you,” he cooed. “You’re in one hell of state.”

“Still not as bad as you, mate,” Y/N poked fun, making the Doctor chuckle quietly. Then he took out his screwdriver and did a quick scan. “So what’s the diagnosis, Doc?”

He looked at his screwdriver and read it’s results. “Ah, I thought as much.”

“What? What is it?” Clara wondered, a faint bit of worry in her voice. She’d never seen Y/N sleep before, and clearly they were sick. She didn’t know how bad it was, but the Doctor didn’t seem so worried, which eased her nerves a little bit.

“Don’t worry, Clara,” he turned to her with a smile. “It’s just a rough bit of Noctis Fever, essentially a time lord’s flu.” He tossed his screwdriver once in the air, and put it back in jacket. “Plenty of rest, and they’ll be back on their feet in no time.”

Clara smiled, sighing in relief at the news. “Oh, that’s a relief. I don’t know why, I didn’t realize time lords could get sick.”

“Of course we can,” the Doctor scoffed at the idea. “We’re not gods, Clara.” Then he smiled and gave Clara a pat on the head, before leaving the room. She sat down besides Y/N, and resumed stroking their hair as before. Y/N smiled at the contact, but still was shivering.

“Your hand is cold,” they said, quietly. Clara let out a soft breath of a laugh.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, tucking them into their blankets. “How about this, I’m going to go make you the classic, human remedy to all sicknesses, a nice warm bowl of soup. How does that sound?”

Y/N smiled, loving Clara even more in this moment. “That sounds nice,” they nodded.

“I’ll be right back,” Clara smiled again, and left for the kitchens.

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Clara x reader - my person

Hello! I was wondering if you could please write something fluffy of a Clara Oswald x timelord!reader, with an established relationship already. Maybe a picnic date on some beautiful planet. - @dinofromspac3 💜

She had been really stressed recently, you could see that as clear as day, so you decided to do something grand for her, and of course your TARDIS was up for it.

You gathered everything you needed from local stores and some thing from your girlfriends flat and you spend an hour trying to choose the perfect place.

Because this had to be perfect.

Once you settled on the planet, you quickly put everything together before making it back just in time for Clara to come around the corner.

“Clara!”

Rushing over you jumped into her arms and she laughed, happily hugging you back just as tightly.

Pulling away, you beamed and took her hand in your own.

“Where are we going?!” She yelled.

“It’s a surprise!”

You pulled her into the TARDIS and closed the door, running to the console to start her up and set her on a path to your desired destination.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Clara hummed.

You turned around, grinning at her.

“Nope!”

Kissing her forehead, you slipped past her, eagerly disappearing somewhere before you back back and held some fabric up.

“Absolutely not.”

“Please! I want it to be a sunrise!” You pouted.

Clara looked at you and gave a soft sigh, rolling her eyes as she nodded and you quickly blindfolded her.

Once you were sure it was safe to go outside, you gently took her hands in yours and led her outside.

“Oh it’s warm.” She said.

You smiled softly and walked her over to where you wanted her to be, and you walked behind her, slowly removing the blindfold and she gasped softly.

“It’s so beautiful..” she whispered.

Clara took in the soft golden sky, the setting sun pink in the distance, below was gently silver waters, Amal alien creatures jumping in and out.

There were a few trees that had been decorated with fairy lights and there was a small picnic in the middle all set out and ready.

“It’s one of the most calmest planets near earth. It’s just a little bit closer to the sun then earth would be, but the atmosphere here is incredible and there’s two. This one, and another just before it stopping the sun from overheating everything.”

Clara smiled as you explained the planet to you while you sat her down, and you sat down in front of her as you poured her a drink and poured yourself one.

“I got all your favourite things!”

You showed her everything and she laughed softly, nodding her head.

“This is amazing (Y/N), thank you.”

You beamed at her and let her get her food first before you got yours and you both sat next to one another, watching the sunset as you ate, drank and talked.

Clara was so used to wild adventures with the doctor that when it came to meeting you and going on adventures with you it was so different.

They were calm, well planned and you never took her anywhere that would put her in danger unless it was urgent in which case you’d make her stay behind.

Of course she never listened, Clara was never very good when it came to listening to things.

She rested her head on your shoulder, and you played with her hands, lacing your fingers with hers or tracing small lines on the back of her hand.

“I love you (Y/N).” She said softly.

You kissed the top of her head.

“I love you too Clara Oswald, so, very dearly.”

You stayed quiet for a few minutes.

“Clara?” You asked.

She sat up to look at her, and you turned yourself around, looking at her a little nervously.

“Marry me.” You said.

Clara blinked in shock.

“W..what..?”

“Marry me Clara.”

“(Y/N)..”

You shook your head, taking her hands in yours and held them softly.

“Just listen, please?”

Clara slowly nodded her head.

“I love you. I am so, deeply, unapologetically in love with you. I love you with every fibre of my being, and I know I may change appearance, and I know you will pass long before me. But I have never loved someone so much that it makes me feel like the whole universe should know. Never.”

You gave Clara and soft smile.

“I’ve lived a long, long life. Always so scared to love anyone, but you broke down that wall. You loved me, and let me love you. And I want that, I want that for the rest of my life. I will find you in every lifetime you have, and I will never forget you even if I do regenerate. So.. marry me.”

Clara moved her hands from yours and placed them on your face, leaning in to softly kiss you.

Placing your hands over hers, you closed your eyes and kissed her back, and you pulled away, pressing your forehead to hers with your eyes still closed.

“Yes…” she whispered.

Smiling, you leant in to kiss her again.

She was your person. The one constant thing you wanted to never leave. You loved her so hard sometimes it hurt. She felt right

[tree0frog]

Hi, I just recently came across your blog and I really liked the way you write.

Can I make a request about the twelfth doctor and Clara?

Where Reader is in Clara's class at Coal Hill School, and she always enthusiastically talked about her main hobby - space. Since childhood, she could look at the starry sky for hours, and also talk about it for hours. She reviewed all science fiction films and TV series on space topics, reread all the works of famous astronomers and astrophysicists. Can name all astronauts and cosmonauts in chronological order.

In short, she is the number one fan of everything cosmic, and everything seems to be fine, except for the constant endless bullying from classmates and passive-aggressive reproaches from parents on the topic that "how stupid it is at her age to get carried away with such nonsense." And one day, hiding in a remote alley in the backyard of the school, Reader accidentally sees her teacher Miss Oswald first talking to a strange old man, and after that how both of them go into a strange blue booth.

Hi sorry this took so long iv been busy with work and college and trying to finish the other 100 things I wanted to write lol hope you like it .

i will do a part two if its asked

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To most, you were weird quite a freak even.

But to Clara you and your mind were amazing. You found comfort in her from the start bonding over your love for all things space and sifi.

The doctor started questioning his companion when she took little gifts from their travels.

"what's a {Y/N}?" he asked looking up from his book.

" A kid in my class gets bullied and I thought this would hear them up doctor, their mind gosh it is just incredible you'd love them" she laughed tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

so life continued for some time Clara would bring you small gifts from her travels and would tell you about them.

" so the man in the box whats he like?" you asked taking a drink from your bottle and you found yourself eating lunch in the safety of your teacher's classroom like most days.

"Well, he can be very grumpy most of the time VERY Scottish old the doctors are very smart as well"You smiled as you went on listening to your teacher ramble about this old man who could travel in time and space.

The other kids would tease and pick on you for believing in things like that however to you well it was different just the idea that life could exist beyond earth was so amazing to you and to find someone who shared your interest even if she made up still story to make you feel better its worth it.

The bell rang singling that it was the end of another day at the hell you called a school,walking past the back gates you noticed a blue box that wasn't there before outside side it was a man and you.

Teacher?

you froze in your seat as you watched the pair enter the blue box your eyes met the strange man's gaze as he smiled at you before you watched him shut the doors and the blue box faded into nothing.

[bi-bard]

This Could be a Disaster - Clara Oswald Imagine (Doctor Who)

Title: This Could be a Disaster

Pairing: Clara Oswald X Reader

Based On: Disaster

Word Count: 825 words

Warning(s): fear of rejection

Summary: (Season 7) After an arguably poorly timed confession, (Y/n) goes into complete panic mode. When they try to backtrack later, Clara refuses to let the event go.

Author's Note: I changed who this was going to originally be about because I really wanted to write for Clara. I firmly believe the 11th Doctor and Clara were a major part of my bisexual awakening.

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I wanted to die.

Genuinely, I was fully prepared to open the TARDIS doors and throw myself into deep space. However, I could never get past the Doctor to make it that far.

"Did you develop laser vision?"

I jumped when the Doctor spoke up.

"What," I asked.

"You're glaring at the door like you're trying to destroy it," he said. "I was wondering if you were trying to utilize some secret laser vision powers that I didn't know about."

"Could I have hidden that from you, if I had those powers?"

"Probably not," he muttered. "So, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong-"

"(Y/n)."

He looked at me with an eyebrow raised and a small frown. I held my hands up, walking over to him.

"Alright, fine, I messed up," I explained. "Really, really bad."

"Anyone dead?"

"No."

"Destroy anything?"

"Not physically."

"Injured anyone?"

"Only my pride."

"Then you couldn't have messed up that bad-"

"I told Clara that I loved her."

"Oh," he mumbled. "That's not bad."

"I ran before she could reply."

"Oh," he repeated. "That is bad."

"Thanks."

"What happened?"

"We were running, she almost got hurt, I got protective, she asked me why I was so protective, and I just kinda... blurted it out," I explained quickly. "I didn't mean to. I wanted to make some romantic gesture out of it, but it was the only explanation that I had."

"It's alright," the Doctor tried to comfort me. "However bad you think it is, it's probably not close to it."

I sighed, hiding my face in my hands. "Can you just erase it from my memory or something?"

"Nope," he said. "You have to deal with this."

"Doctor."

We both looked over when Clara spoke up. God, how long had she been listening to that conversation? I probably looked like even more of an idiot now.

"Can you give us some room to talk," she asked.

"Yes, of course," he nodded, taking a few steps away from me. We both stared at him. "Oh, you meant leave."

"I meant leave."

"Sorry, I'll leave you both to it," he waved as he left the console room.

Once he was gone, Clara started rounding the console to speak to me.

"Listen, what happened... that was a heat of the moment thing," I started rambling. "We were both stressed, and it was a scary situation. That's all it was."

"Was it," she asked.

I nodded.

"Alright... I don't believe you," she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You don't?"

"Not even a little bit," her little smug smile both infuriated me and made my knees weak. This was just unfair. "I'm sorry, but in my experience, you don't blurt out that you love someone like that. You just don't."

I closed my eyes for a moment before looking back at her. I was so focused on everything that could go wrong. The awkwardness was inevitable, but what if she hated me now? Didn't want to travel with me? I would be willing to walk away, so she could keep traveling with the Doctor. I wouldn't take that from her. I just feared losing her completely.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Clara. I'm sorry for what happened. And you don't have to say anything back. We can just forget this ever happened. Ignore it and move on. Just keep running, y'know-"

"Stop it," she grabbed my upper arms as she cut me off. I stopped talking, just looking at her with wide eyes. "Say it again."

"What? The whole little speech-"

"(Y/n), say it again."

"I... I love you," I said quietly.

Clara moved so her hands cupped the sides of my face. "I love you too."

My breath caught in my throat. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. I froze for a few moments. My eyes were wide and I didn't move at all.

After a moment, I got my hands to move and touch her sides, pulling her closer as my eyes fluttered shut.

She pulled away a few moments later.

"Was that so difficult," she asked.

"Shush," I muttered.

She chuckled and pecked my lips again. "I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too."

"Good news all around," we stepped away from each other when the Doctor walked back in. For someone who has been around for probably close to 2,000 years, he did not understand the art of good timing. "Now... where would the happy couple like to go?"

I looked at Clara.

"Future or past," she asked.

"Future."

"That's what I was thinking."

"Future it is," the Doctor said excitedly. He stopped for a moment. "I'm happy for you both... truly."

We both smiled at him. He turned back to the console. Clara reached over and grabbed my hand. It was nice to have those fears alleviated. Panic stopped, crisis averted.

And a pretty girlfriend.

I have to say... it was a major win on my part.

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The Deal - Part 5 (Tommy Shelby X fem!reader)

Warning - pregnancy / angst

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Oswald was busying himself with a different maid or whore every night - he said he wasn't interested in you until the child was born. Then you were under strict instruction to slim back down, tone up. Be the trophy wife for his campaign posters and 'don't get pregnant again, you fat, repulsive wretch'. His words would hurt if you cared enough.

Idiot.

Stroking your belly, you smiled. This was going perfectly. Nearly eight months pregnant, you relished in the kicks, rolls and flutters inside you. The only thing keeping you going through all of this.

And your baby's father.

The way he held you after making love to you when you had the opportunity. Not that you'd had any opportunity lately, Moseley wouldn't let you leave the house so close to your due date. Even your midwife, Clara, had to come to the house, and he had suddenly begun attending these visits personally.

He was watching the midwife examine your belly, listening to the heartbeat through her stethoscope. His eyes on both of you. The midwife told you there was a likelihood of high blood pressure, and delved into her bag for some pills to help lower it.

"She won't be taking any of your chemical-ridden nonsense," Moseley snapped.

"If she doesn't take them, she risks going into labour early and neither baby or mum may survive. These are an all-natural remedy. No chemicals."

You loved the way she always put Oswald in his place - she wasn't even slightly intimidated by him. A strength you were starting to build in yourself, your baby needed you to protect it, motherly instincts kicking in very early on in your pregnancy.

You'd never wanted Tommy more in your life. Not for sex, you felt huge and very unsexy, but his arms around you at night. His voice in your ear. His body close to yours while you slept.

Picking up the phone at 2pm while Oswald was out shooting again, you dialled his office number. No answer.

Strange, he was always there at 2pm... That was your 30minute timeslot, and he always made sure it was clear in case you needed him... You called again. Still nothing.

Calling Arrow House, an older woman answered the phone.

"Mr Shelby is away on business. Who's calling please?"

You hung up. That explains his silence at least. He'd be back soon, he knew the baby was due next month, the will would be changed and the final phase of the plan could be actioned.

He wouldn't miss this, you knew he wouldn't. Patting your stomach, feeling your baby kick happily away, you still had hope. It was all you had.

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Your labour began on a cold November Saturday, almost three weeks later. Waking up to wet bedsheets, you called for your maid to contact Clara and let her know your baby was on the way. Within an hour, she was there, easing you up in bed to examine you gently.

"Only a couple of centimetres dilated y/n, we could be here for a while I'm afraid. Any tightenings? Pain?"

"Not really, just a few cramps, bit of backache?"

"Good. Best thing you can do is rest, try to sleep. I'll be in the chair over there, I won't leave you. Okay?" She smiled, easing your worries. You could only pray at this point that Tommy was home...

A few hours later, you woke with a start. Agonising contractions gripping you, making you gasp from the pain and intensity. Clara was at your side minutes later, holding your hand.

"It hurts...." You sobbed, as the contraction eased off.

"I know.. I'm sorry y/n.. we will get through this together, okay? You're going to be fine."

"Where's my husband? Does he know?"

"He does. Said he needed to run an errand. He'll be back any time now actually."

"I don't want him in here when I give birth?!"

"I'm under orders y/n, he said he had a surprise for you..."

"What kind of surprise?"

You found out when the door suddenly slammed open. Oswald walked in, followed by two of his henchmen... dragging something behind them...

Or was that someone?

What was that?

"Ah, I see you're awake. Just in time for the grand finale."

"Oswald, what's going on?"

"You see, y/n, I don't like to be made a fool out of. You have been making a fool out of me for the last nine months, have you not? Well you're little plan comes to an end this evening."

You couldn't speak as another violent contraction flew through you, making you cry out from the pain. The thing on the floor suddenly moved, reacting to your cries, then it spoke...

"Lay a fucking hand on her Moseley and I'll have your fucking eyes..."

[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

Growing Up And Fallin' In Love

Pairing: Clara Oswald x Reader

Word Count: 2,639

Warnings: None

Summary: You turn up on Clara's classroom doorstep, coffee in hand and the request for an adventure. Clara can never say no to you, she loves you. That’s not something she’ll ever tell you though, not in the way it matters.

Request: 30 from Prompt List #1 with whoever strikes your fancy (maybe a companion)? 💜 (sorry if this is late, I have no concept of time math bb) Prompt: “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Clara drummed the end of her pen against her desk. It was sporadic, making uneven tones every time the small plastic canister met the wood. She was staring at one of her students papers, and, for the life of her, she couldn’t work out what on Earth the sentence was saying. It was one of the last papers she had to mark, and she wanted it done before the end of lunch, so she could finish the day on time.

But the words were a jumbled mess on the page.

She turned the page over, read through some of her notes – and, had she spelled ‘what’ with an ‘o’?

Furiously, Clara scribbled it out, making sure that she then spelled it correctly.

It looked bad, unprofessional, lazy. A mess of angry red lines denting her poor students paper. She pulled open a drawer, pawing for the correcting tape.

It wasn’t there.

She tried to remember where she had seen it last, when, depressingly, hauntingly, her mind went to the night before, when she had first started marking this paper. On the edge of her dining room table, with stacks of marking for different assignments ready and waiting.

And then to this morning, where, in her haste to pack up the table on her way to school, she had missed it. The bloody correction tape was still sitting on her dining room table, mocking her, even now.

Clara groaned and rubbed under her eyes, careful not to swipe at her mascara, and narrowed her eyes at the paper.

The words swam.

A different knock than her pen against the desk, softer, more rhythmic, jolted Clara out of her stupor. She looked up and saw you, leaning against her open classroom door; a tray holding two coffees in hand, and a warm smile on your face. “I don’t think glaring at that paper is going to help make it magically marked.”

Clara was sure the surprise on her face showed, judging by the way your smile turned a little smug. It was just… well, it was unusual that you would show up here, at her school. You didn’t work here, and it wasn’t a trip you made often. Lately, the most time you had spent together was when you were galivanting across time and space with the Doctor.

Which was a far cry from the days of when you both grazed your knees on cobblestone pathways as children, or blew up soufflé recipes time and time again.

Clara smiled back with as much energy as she could muster. She was glad to see you, it had been a long time, comparatively speaking. “It’s good to see you.”

You laughed. “I’m sure I’m a better sight for eyes than that paper, at least.”

She let her head fall in her hands, and let out another groan. “Don’t remind me. I’m just so tired, it’s like the word are rearranging themselves on the page. They aren’t making any sort of sense right now.”

You hummed, and suddenly there was a coffee right under Clara’s nose. She looked up again, and there you were, standing right above her, looking at her with delight. You had such an amazing smile, the kind that just seemed to brighten up the whole room.

Clara loved that smile.

“Sounds like you could use a break then,” You said. “Fancy a trip?”

She considered it for a moment. Running away with you to a nice park, or a café, and getting to spend some quality time with you. It was so rare, lately that Clara treasured every moment.

But she couldn’t She had a job to do, after all.

“So that’s what the coffee’s for, buying my love,” Clara mused, and she took a sip. It was perfect, like it always was when you ordered. You had never failed to forget Clara’s order,  even when she went through that phase of mixing different coffee syrups together. Hazelnut and mango were surprisingly nice together. “I’m in the middle of a school day Y/N, I can’t just leave.”

“Sure you can,” You then did a little arm wave. “Time travel.”

Clara’s heart fell a little. Ah, right.

You had been talking about a trip in the TARDIS – of course you had been talking about a trip in the TARDIS. You wouldn’t just spontaneously come here for with any other motive, any other… desire, for a trip with her.

You leaned against her desk. “Besides, the Doctor says it’s important, and you know how he can get – what with those scruffy eyebrows.”

Clara let out a mock sound of hurt. “Oh, so you just need a buffer from those big scary eyebrows,” Clara said, and she made her voice sound teasing – she always made her voice sound teasing. “And here I thought I was special.”

Now, it wasn’t that Clara didn’t love the Doctor, she did, truly, the Doctor was her best friend. Sometimes though… Sometimes Clara just wanted to be with you.

Just you.

You rolled your eyes and gave her a fond smile. Again, Clara loved your smiles. “Of course you’re special,” You tapped the paper Clara had been marking. Your hand brushed against the red pen marks Clara had just made. She imagined how they would feel, jagged and rough under your finger. “Now, if you stare at this paper any longer, you might actually shoot daggers at it, and no one wants that.”

Clara sighed. She needed to say no – she really shouldn’t go. The Doctor was notorious at never landing them home at the right time, and she really couldn’t miss the rest of the school day.

But there you were, staring down at her with those big, hopeful eyes, and-

“Okay,” Clara said, and she stood, taking her coffee cup. “One trip.”

You brightened, and Clara knew she had made the right decision.

“But only one,” Clara continued, and she took a swig of her coffee. Instantly, she felt some energy pour into her. “I’ve got papers to mark.”

“Yes of course,” you said, and your grin was contagious. “Papers. Very important.”

Clara pointed her pen at you. “Extremely important.”

Clara startled at the sound of a grating knock, interrupting whatever you were going to say.

Mr Pink was standing by the door, juggling two Styrofoam cups. “I’m sorry Ms. Oswald,” he gaze went to you. “Is this a bad time?”

Clara looked in-between you and Mr. Pink, her head rocking back and forwards like she was watching a game of tennis. The two of you, in the same room together, feeling��� feeling like she had been caught doing something she really wasn’t supposed to be doing.

It was you who spoke first.

“Did you bring coffee for you and Clara to share?”

He looked down at the cups, as if he’d forgotten that he was holding them. “Uh, yes. Well – not to share, but I can see now…” his gaze rested on Clara’s hand, which held the coffee you had bought her. “Oh, Ms Oswald,” he said. “I’m sorry, I can see you’re busy.”

Pretences, she had to keep up pretences.

“Not busy at all,” she said quickly, sidestepping you as she came out from her desk. “Y/N was just bringing me coffee whilst I finished marking, from my favourite café.”

“Ah, right,” he gave you a long look, and Clara felt the hair stand on the back of her neck. He then turned to Clara. “I suppose that takes my offer out the window, I’m sure your coffee is better.”

“Nothing wrong with more than one coffee though,” your eyes were sparkling with a certain something that made Clara feel very, very uneasy. It was the same look you had when you tried to set Clara up with Artie Fischer back in sixth form. The same look you always made whenever a man gave Clara any sort of attention.

It was a dangerous, heartbreaking look.

Clara cleared her throat, turning back to Mr Pink. “I’m afraid that I’m not as coffee obsessed as Y/N is, Mr. Pink.”

Mr. Pink nodded. “Right, yes. Of course,” he gave his coffee cups a blank expression. “More for me then, I suppose,” he then gave Clara a hopefully look. “Perhaps another time?”

Clara hummed in a noncommitting tone. She was trying to be polite, really, she was. It just felt as if two worlds were colliding at the moment, which was disorientating and jarring. She wanted to bundle you up and hold you away from her mundane life. You weren’t doing mundane right now.

And Clara liked keeping all this separate, the TARDIS and Coal Hill, they were supposed to be separate.

Well, mostly separate.

“Right,” Mr. Pink drew out the word, then he nodded. “I’ll leave you both to it then. Sorry for disturbing you.”

As he walked away you ran forward, and called out. “Stop by another time!”

Clara wanted to hit her head against the wall. Perhaps then she’d get it as thick as your head clearly was.

When you turned, you gave her a knowing smirk. Then, in a sing-song voice, enunciating every syllable, you said. “Mr. Pink.”

Clara stared at you, and tried not to grit her teeth. “What? No, not at all-”

“Really?” You were grinning now. “Because Clara, the way he was looking at you-”

A flash of annoyance sparked in her gut. “We’re not, that’s wasn’t – no, Y/N. Mr. Pink is a colleague, and nothing more.”

You hummed, cocking your head to the side like you didn’t believe her. “Right.”

Clara swallowed, and regarded you carefully. You really believed that Clara fancied Mr. Pink. You seemed delighted about it, as if the thought of Clara with Mr. Pink – as if the thought of Clara with anyone except you, made you happy.

Clara didn’t know if she wanted to scream, or if she wanted to cry.

“I’m not interested in him,” she said, with all the finality she could muster.

You sighed dejectedly. “You never are. I don’t get you Clara, you don’t even try. He seems entirely wonderful.”

Clara hummed. “Right, yeah. Getting someone coffee, really going above and beyond there.”

You eyed the coffee cup that Clara was currently holding, and slowly raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh.”

Clara bit her tongue before she said something ridiculous and completely embarrassing like; ‘it’s different when you do it,’ or, ‘I care about you more.’

She ran a hand over her face. “Why does it matter? You’ve always cared about whether or not I’m in a relationship. Why?”

The look you gave her was so earnest, Clara almost did a double take. It was a complete difference from your demeanour earlier. “You deserve love Clara, in all its forms, especially because I know how much you want it. You deserve happiness.”

Clara stared at you, completely dumbfounded. Then why couldn’t you see? How could be so blind? The only happiness, the only love Clara wanted, was yours.

Clara took another sip of coffee. This was how it always went, and it was completely exasperating. Sometimes Clara just wanted to shake you, get you to see beyond the end of her nose. She was right here, and there you were, trying to cart her off with someone else.

And Clara didn’t want anyone else.

It was ridiculous, completely ridiculous. The sort of ridiculous that made Clara wanted to cry out of a window, let the air take all her grievances, all her annoyance away.

“You’re so infuriating,” Clara groaned, and ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe I managed to fall in love with someone so bloody thick!”

There was a clatter as your coffee cup met the floor. Dark brown liquid exploded from inside it, painting the floor, the desk, and your shoes. Clara stared at it, flabbergasted. Then her eyes met yours, and she realised she had just spoken out loud.

You looked at each other for a moment, then another. A thick blanket of tension sat heavy in the air between you, so strong it was almost as if Clara could smell it.

In the smallest of voices, you said. “What?”

Clara closed her eyes for a moment, feeling utterly defeated.

A cup of coffee.

That was all it had taken.

Nothing was going to be the same now, even if – at best, you let Clara down gently, you would never be how you were before. When she looked at you again, she found you were holding your hands together, your knuckles white. Well, the cat was out of the bag now. “Y/N… God,” she breathed. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Four seconds. That was how long the silence sat in between you both after Clara had spoken. Four seconds.

Clara had counted them.

And then, out of all the awful completely gut wrenching reactions you could have made… you laughed.

It bubbled up slowly. It was more like a bark at first, then it rumbled on outwards into a series of giggles that reminded her of when you had both been children, dancing in the rain.

Clara flinched.

“I’m sorry,” you said, gasping in between your laughs. “I’m just – I’m an idiot.”

“You need to stop laughing,” Clara said, and she crossed her arms over her chest, holding herself defensively. “No, seriously. Stop it. You don’t get to laugh about this.”

You sobered. “Oh my goodness Clara, no, I – I wasn’t laughing at you, I’m so sorry. I was laughing at myself. I’m an idiot, we’re idiots. The biggest fools in this entire galaxy.”

Clara chewed her lip. She hated this. “What are you saying.”

“So have I,” you breathed, coming towards her. Your hands hovered over her arms, as if you were afraid to touch her. “I’ve loved you too, ever since I met you.”

Clara frowned, thinking about the moment before when you were literally trying to set her up with her co-worker. “Seriously?”

“I didn’t think you wanted me,” you said, and your voice broke. “Not like how I’ve wanted you. But I wasn’t lying, I want you to be happy, I want you to have love, and I figured, if it’s not with me, then… then that’s okay, because your happiness is more important.”

It shocked a laugh out of her, then it clicked. “We’re idiots,” she breathed. “All this time...”

You laughed brightly, and threw your arms around her, pulling her against your frame. Clara loved your hugs. She had always felt safe in them, had always loved how warm and solid you felt around her.

“I love you,” Clara said again, because now you knew what she meant. Now you knew all the emphasis, all the meaning she held behind those three words.

There was another knock at the door, and Clara genuinely, actually screamed. “What?”

Clara detangled herself from you, and found the Doctor standing in the doorway, exasperated. “What’s with all the hugging? Why do you humans always hug? We need to go.”

“We were busy,” you said, and your hand snaked into Clara’s.

“I promise this can wait,” the Doctor said. “This is more important.”

“It really isn’t,” Clara said. “Not this time Doctor.”

The Doctors eyes fell to your joined hands. “Oh, you two did all that love confession nonsense. It was about time.”

You squawked. “About time, so you knew?”

“Ever since Clara dragged you onto my TARDIS, you could give the moon a run for its money with the amount of mooning you two have done to each other.”

You turned to Clara. “You’re coming with us? One trip?”

“Come to a park with me after,” Clara said. “Do some mundane, boring things with me, inter-sped with the time travel.”

You grinned. “Nothing is mundane with you.”

Clara’s heart swelled. Yes. She loved you.

And she was so glad you knew.

[randomfandomimagine]

Hi, could I request prompt for Clara Oswald (Doctor who) with #1-68 (Are you jealous?)? Maybe angsty, because reader thinks that Clara is in love with the Doctor and not them? Thank you <3

I have never written for Clara before, and I don’t feel like I know her too well, but I wanted to give it a try anyway! Hope you like it, and forgive me if this isn’t super accurate.

Clara Oswald x Gender Neutral Reader

As you exited the TARDIS, you didn’t feel the same excitement that Clara and the Doctor clearly did. Barely glancing around to see the new uncharted territory you stood in, you leaned against the time machine. 

“Let’s go, Clara!” The Doctor encouraged her, holding his hand out for her to take. His companion didn’t think twice to take his hand. 

When your friend offered to take you traveling, you weren’t picturing this. Of course, you had no idea time travel was possible and that a quirky TIme Lord from another planet would be the one taking you everywhere with his blue box instead of either Clara or you driving. Either way, the part that bothered you the most was how close the two of them were. Too close.

“You are welcome to accompany us, of course” The Doctor added, looking at you. His tone was friendly and playful, but you still didn’t quite like him.

“No, thanks” Was all you said, sulkily crossing your arms over your chest. “I’ll wait here”

You were just too tired of witnessing their connection, the fondness reflected in their eyes when they looked at each other, the way they always touched and excitedly tapped the other’s shoulder or linked arms. 

“Can you hang on a minute?” Clara suddenly asked The Doctor, who quickly nodded his head and stepped away to give you two some privacy.

“Y/N” She walked closer to you, leaning a shoulder against the time machine to be beside you. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing” You averted your gaze, refusing to admit it. 

Clara intently stared at you. Nervous, you bit your lip in fear that she would read you like a book. You had been friends with Clara for a long time, and she had become really good at understanding you even in your silence.

“Are you jealous?” She muttered in the end, making you frown.

“No” You assured, even if she kept staring and you could tell she knew the truth.

“Of the Doctor?” Clara continued as though you had never replied. 

“I said no” You insisted, but Clara only chuckled a little.

“Y/N” She gravely began, reaching out to gently take your hand in hers. “I can assure you:there is nothing between us, and it never will” 

“So you don’t love him?” You tried, daring to look at her. A well contained smile of amusement tugged at the corner of her lips, but it was visible on her sweet brown eyes all the same.

“I don’t love him” She promised, solemnly nodding her head.

“How can you not?” You motioned over to him in the distance. “He is incredible! He is from another planet and has a magic box that takes you to wonderful places and...”

“Maybe it is...” Clara finally gave in to her smile, that had acquired a teasing hint. “Because I like someone else” 

You gawked at her, completely speechless. Clara giggled and held your hand with both of hers, shrugging cutely at you. 

“C-Clara...” 

“C’mon, the incredible Time Lord is waiting for us” 

In spite of your shock, you had to laugh at her little joke. Although reluctantly, you followed after her when she tugged at you. A grin of its own had taken over your lips.

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Dhawan!Master x Reader, Valeyard!13 x Reader

Summary: The Master finds out that the Reader is now under the control of the Valeyard. He realises he must save them.

Warnings: Abusive relationship, vomiting, murder, the whole package really

A/N: I've been thinking about this concept for a while now - I'm not sure if it's been done before. Let me know if you want a part 2! I could do something to do with the Master attempting to rehabillitate Y/N? I think that would be a really interesting experience for his character.

The Master, for once in his extremely long life, is rather lost for words.

You were his favourite companion of the Doctor's - more so even than Clara Oswald or Jo Grant. There was something distinct about your fiery personality, your fearlessness, your way with words. On more than one occasion you had overcame him and his diabolical schemes, without even the help of the Doctor. Usually, her bland, dutiful companions would follow her blindly, letting her words and knowledge wash over and soak into them like oil over cobblestone. Not you, though. Through out all your time with the Doctor, you had remained head strong and independent.

You jumped without asking the Doctor to look first. You made decisions without so much as caring what she may think. On more than one occasion he had witnessed you both arguing, the way most couples do, except it was over the fate of a planet or a species, not what was for dinner.

For example, he had just kidnapped you for what must be the dozenth time, and usually right about now you'd begin flirting, yelling or ordering him to put you back. He'd never actually hurt you - it was more for his own entertainment rather than to inflict any kind of pain. Normally when he kidnapped someone, they would cry and shake in terror at the sound of his voice. You on the other hand, would simply tell him off and then pick your handcuffs free.

Today though, you were different.

At first, he wonders if he's just caught you on a bad day. You're sat slumped by the console, not even bothering to fiddle with your handcuffs. Your massive jumper makes you look tiny as you stare at the floor, the circles around you eyes dark, implying not all is right in your tiny human world.

"Did you hear that, love?" He asks after finishing one of his brilliant speeches. "I said I'm going to kill you and mail the Doctor your body."

You don't even look as though you've heard him, still staring at the floor.

He walks over, crouching in front of you so he's all that's in your line of sight. Still you don't meet his eyes.

"Y/N." He says, waving a hand to get your attention, and you visibily jump at the sound of your name. "Are you ill?"

When you realise it's nothing important, you look back down again.

However, the movement of your head allows him a glimpse at your neck, and immediately he something catches his interest. Reaching out, his hand goes to your collar, and you flinch away, eyes widening.

"Wha-"

"Sh," He hushes you, surprisingly softly, and tugs the neck of the jumper down slightly, revealing a vast array of bruises littering your neck and no doubt going much lower. There's also a rather nasty purple one fading on your cheekbone which he's only just noticed. None of them look exactly... friendly.

"Who did this to you?" He asks sternly, trying to keep the worry out if his voice. He's not even sure why it's there. When you don't reply, he tries again. "Did the Doctor do this to you?"

Surely the Doctor would never hurt you, especially in this way. He had seen first hand how devoted to you she was, and it had been a constant source of burning jealously for him.

Finally you say the first cohesive sentence since you got here.

"She goes by the Valeyard now." You tell him quietly.

He snatches his hand away as if you've suddenly offered him a jar of asprin.

"The Valeyard?" He asks slowly. "As in the V-A-L-E-Y-A-R-D?" He spells out, as if he doesn't quite believe you.

You nod, and he suddenly understands the dullness in your eyes. The Valeyard had got its hand on the Doctor, and subsequently got its hands on you. He isn't quite sure what to say. What do you say to that?

A quiet rage is beginning to bubble in his veins, and he's not quite sure where's it's coming from. Maybe it's because you're hurt. Maybe it's because the Doctor's dead and not at his hands. Maybe it's both.

"When did this happen?" He asks, voice sounding calm, but teetering on the edge.

You don't reply.

"When did she become the Valeyard, Y/N?" He tries, and you flinch again at your name.

"I don't know," You voice is hoarse. "Months ago? Years? The rooms she puts me in are dark. I can't feel time."

He feels his chest tighten at your words. You say it so simply, so monotonely, and he wishes that you would just suddenly look up, wink and tell him it was a trick. He can picture the triumphant grin on your face as you break out of your handcuffs, the way you always do. The way you should do.

"Does she..." He sighs. "Has she done this to you before? The bruises I mean."

"She loves me."

You say it so quick, so bluntly, as if it were programmed into you like a robot.

"She owns you."

"She loves me."

Before he can condradict you, there's suddenly a bang on the TARDIS doors and you jump, eyes going wide with terror.

"She's here," You gasp out. "She's here, she's going to get me!" You're trying to get your handcuffs off, frantic and desperate.

The bang sounds again, and there's tears forming in your eyes. The Master, always fast thinking and quick on his feet, finally jumps into action, running to type in some new co-ordiantes and make a swift exit. But he's not fast enough. On the third bang, the doors burst open to reveal the silhouette of the Doc- Valeyard. The Valeyard.

"Koschei," She sneers, and he cringes at the use of his real name. It must have accessed her memories too. "I know you have Y/N. Give her back."

She talks of you like you're an object - something to barter and haggle over. He glances down at your tiny frame, cowering against the console. Now was not the time to appear unsure, he thought. What you needed to see was the Master, not Koschei.

"Valeyard." He greets her like an old friend. "I heard you had re-emerged. How's the new body?"

"Give her back." The Valeyard practically growled, stepping into the light. It strikes the Master just how different she looks from the Doctor. It's not that her hair's brown, or that she's dressed in all black - it's her expression. So filled with hatred and a cold, hard emptiness. She looked like a woman with an objective who would do anything to acheive it.

He stalks over to her, trying to ignore your quivering form. The Valeyard's eye is trained on you, but she hasn't made a move yet. Clearly she's smarter than she looks - he would destroy her if she tried anything right now.

"I will break you." She says as he stands in front of her.

"Kinky."

"I will kill you."

"No one else has managed it," He replies lightly. "What makes you think you can."

"Well, I killed Y/N," She smiles a sadistic smile. "She's a shell of her former self. Nothing left of the person you knew. So beautiful."

That earns her a punch to the jaw, and she stumbles back, hair obscuring her now bloodied face. However powerful a being she might be, she was still in a mere timelord's body.

There's a second blow and she catches herself on the wall, but before she can fully recover, his hand is around her throat, pinning her to it.

"I think you'll find, Valeyard," He breathes, mania and rage swirling in his dark eyes. "That I will kill you."

A knee to the stomach takes the last bit of control she had as she keels over against him, and the TARDIS takes off on it's own accord, lights flashing and flickering as it lands. Turning her around roughly, he pushes her to the doors which have swung open to reveal the twisting colours of the time vortex.

"See that," He hisses in her ear as he forces her to the edge, the wind whipping against their faces. "Take a good, long look at it..." She tries to scrabble away, but his hands keep her pinned in place. "...Because it's the last thing you're ever going to see."

It takes the lightest of shoves to topple her over the edge, and as soon as she's dropped out of view, he closes the door, not sticking around to see the mutilation of her body. There's the faintest of aches in his hearts at the knowledge that the Doctor is now well and truly dead, but he squishes it like a fly.

Instead he makes is way, very business-like, to his console, punching in some far off co-ordinates and slamming down the lever. As soon as it sets off, he's back kneeling in front of you.

You look traumatised, still shaking, pulling at the cuffs and pressing yourself further against the console as if the smooth panels could swallow you up. He reaches down, presses his TCE to them and they snap open.

"Y/N." He tries place a hand on your arm, but you scramble away.

"You killed her!" You gasp. "You killed the Doctor!"

He sighs as you stare at him accusingly. He should have known you'd be like this - human's were always so sentimental.

"Darling, that wasn't the Doctor," He tells you softly. "By the sounds of things, the Doctor's already been dead for years. That... thing, it was just something inhabiting her corpse, walking around inside of it. An illusion of life."

You go slightly green at his words, and your hand goes to your mouth, looking around frantically. The Master catches on quickly.

"Bin, behind you." He says urgently, and you turn to the tiny bin underneath the console, lean over and are very neatly sick into it. You feel him holding your hair back, such a gentle gesture you wouldn't ever expect from someone like him. When you turn back around, catching your breath, he's looking at you with a mixture of sympathy and worry on his face.

"You're right," You gasp out, your words tumbling over one another. You sound a lot more like yourself. You're thinking like yourself too - it seems turning out your insides does the world of good for clearing one's head. "You're right, that wasn't the Doctor, that wasn't ever the Doctor, the Doctor's been gone a long time," But then you frown. "What am I without her?"

He leans forward, taking your hands in his and this time you don't squirm away.

"You can stay here, with me," He finds himself offering. "You don't have to go back to Earth and be on your own. You'll be safe here, I can protect you," He sees a slight worry in your eyes and he rushes to reassure you. "But you can leave whenever you want."

You nod slowly.

"For now." You agree quietly.

He leans in, a feeble attempt to hug you, but you shift away and he pulls back. Ah. Maybe a bit early for anything beyond hand holding. You're still a stark contrast with the person you used to be, but you've still got a light in your eyes and that same smile.

Maybe he can fix this.

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[wlw-imagines]

If I Could Fly - Clara Oswald/Reader (Doctor Who)

request: Could you do an imagine where the reader and Clara Oswald have the same birthday and go on an adventure with the doctor. The reader takes Clara into the sky, as a birthday present, flying using their wings and confesses their love for her? timelords13 

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing

"Y/N!" Clara opened the door and took a step towards you as if to hug you. Instead she wavered and awkwardly stood face to face with you for a moment, caught between how to greet you, strictly as a friend. You self consciously smiled and broke the tension, wrapping your arms around her. She quickly reciprocated the hug before pulling away and grinning at you, her eyes sparkling.

"Happy Birthday." You placed your hand on her arm and, smiling at her, raised the bag you were holding, "I bought food."

"Chinese?" She raised an eyebrow and you nodded, "Okay, you're allowed in." She stepped to the side and let you walk past her, into her flat. You knew the place as if it were your own so you dropped the food in the kitchen before just collapsing on the sofa in the small living room. "Make yourself at home!" She snorted, following you in.

Laughing, you looked up at Clara and winked, "I always do." You shuffled your body so there was enough space for two to lay on the sofa next to each other. You patted the space next to you and when Clara didn't move quickly enough you pulled her down.

"What's on your mind?" You asked, playing with her fingers slightly as you waited for her response.

She kept your gaze locked with hers for a few seconds too long before she awkwardly cleared her throat and smiled (her smile wasn't as reassuring as she thought it was - you could see right through it). "Nothing, just... I mean, honestly?" She asked and you nodded. She took a deep breath before shaking her head and averting her eyes, "Nothing." You were going to ask further questions but she quickly went to get up and move away from you.

You frowned, "Where are you going?"

"For the food?"

"No, stay here. Just a bit longer." You tugged her back down next to you, she landed slightly closer than before but you pretended to ignore it.

"Why?"

"I just-" You looked at Clara and smiled, "If you could do anything, right now, what would you do?" You rolled over so you were now lying on your front, half on top of her, and looking up at Clara with your chin perched on your palm. You wanted to keep her with you for as long as you could. "Like a birthday wish, if you will."

She chewed on her lip in thought for a few moments before her eyes lit up and she leaned in slightly, "I'd fly."

"Oh, come on!" You groaned, "Of course you had to choose something that I could never do for you." Jokingly rolling your eyes, you glanced at a blushing Clara and cocked your head slightly to the side, "You'd really fly?"

"Yes! I would fly. Just imagine the feeling, the weightlessness. I just- I've always wanted to fly." She looked off into the distance with a dreamy look in her eyes before zoning back on to you, "Why, what would you wish for?" She lowered her voice and leant forward causing you to smile. You were about to answer when the familiar noise filled the silence for you.

"I don't know but time travel would be pretty cool right now." You grinned and pushed yourself up off the ground. Throwing the window open, you leant out slightly and shouted "Doctor!" as loud as you dared to. He popped his head out the door of the TARDIS and waved before disappearing again.

"He has such impeccable timing." Clara muttered sarcastically from behind you, "You really would wish for something we get to do everyday?" She asked, pouting as you grabbed your coat and slipped your shoes on.

"Hell yeah, who else gets to go time travelling across the universe on their birthday? It'll be the best birthday ever."

She nodded before hesitating again, "You sure you don't want to just stay in?" She pointed over to the sofa and blankets set up around the room.

"Clara, come on. It will be fun."

"But what about the chinese? And the films?"

"They will be here when we get back, it's a time machine for god's sake!" You laughed at your friend and shook your head. Taking a step forward, you reached for her hands and interlinked them with yours. "Please? Just for a little bit."

"You know I can't say no to you." She gave in eventually, pouting for dramatic effect. You just gave her a big hug before separating and pulling on her hand towards the front door.

The door opened to reveal the Time Lord leaning on the wall of the house. You smiled to see him and the three of you instinctively began walking towards the Tardis. "Doctor, hello! How are you?" You shot him a small wave.

"Y/N, Clara! Great, as always. Ready to go shopping?" He asked, clapping his hands together.

"Shopping? Really?" Clara asked, disbelievingly. "You're taking us shopping?"

He just held the door to the Tardis open and gave you both his classic mischievous smile. Both you and Clara looked at each other, you shrugged and climbed aboard - ready for whatever was thrown your way today.

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This was a way better shopping experience than you could ever have on Earth. Apparently the markets on other planets were nothing like what you were used to - in a good way. The colours, the smells, and people (if that's what you should even refer to them as). The things you could buy were crazy, things you would never have even dreamed of.

So when you saw the perfect gift for Clara, you knew you had to get it. No matter what the cost.

I mean, you could take her flying. You could really take her flying! And not just in an aeroplane, or a helicopter, or anything like that. You could literally buy her a pair of wings. They were some weird invention in which they were attached to a backpack-like item, which you wore and controlled the wings via.

"Hello, excuse me? Hi, how much for..." You motioned towards the contraptions and the merchant smiled, pushing them towards you.

"That will cost two secrets. Two of the best secrets you've got." He smiled, opening a gate for you to come round the stall. You must have looked somewhat confused as he tutted and shook his head, "Each item costs one secret. You've got two... So I need two secrets."

"Secrets?" You asked, just to check you weren't going crazy.

"Yes, please." He nodded, opening the gate again. You nodded, in a bit of a daze, you searched your brain for a secret - something you hadn't ever told anyone. It suddenly hit you and you hesitated before bending down slightly to get to his ear level and whispering the two best possible secrets you could think of.

The merchant listened intently, looked at you, looked at the wings, and nodded.

"Acceptable. The secrets are now stored, enjoy your purchase." You smiled and nodded, just wanting to get back to Clara - a new enthusiasm jolting through your body.

It didn't take you too long to find her, she hadn't wondered much further than where you had left her. Your eyes shone with excitement as you greeted her.

"Clara! I bought you a gift." You ran towards her, keeping the gift behind your back, "Close your eyes." You grinned in excitement but quickly rolled your eyes when she didn't close her eyes, "Trust me." She gave you a suspicious glance before eventually complying and putting her hands over her eyes.

You heaved the heavy item up and manually placed her arms through the loops, letting the backpack hang on her shoulders.

"You got me a backpack?" Clara asked, a hint of confusion and amusement in her voice. You checked and she still had her eyes firmly closed. For a few moments, you allowed yourself to just glance at her adoringly - before realising that you were bordering on the creepy and cleared your throat embarrassedly, hoping no aliens had witnessed your weirdness.

Clearing your throat, you pulled your own backpack on and prepared for flying - an experience you had no idea how to prepare for. "Okay, open your eyes."

Clara did as you said, spending a few moments looking between her backpack and yours, "You got us... matching-"

"No, watch." You gave the straps of the backpack a yank and was immediately thrown into the air with a little yelp. "The guy who sold them didn't exactly give precise instructions but, hey, we can muddle through it. Right?"

You landed back on the ground, only to be rugby tackled by a very excited Clara. "We're flying?!" She yelled, "We're actually-! My wish." She gasped and ran to hug you again. You laughed, wrapping your arms around her and kicking off the floor at the same time. You were propelled, in a more controlled way, into the sky once more.

"So, I think you just..." You pulled on the left shoulder strap and found yourself veering off to the left. "Easy!"

"Oh my go- This is amazing!"

"So, you're happy now?"

Clara raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"I know you didn't exactly want to come, so I thought I'd cheer you up with your wish." You flapped your wings slightly as you hovered in the air, making a small smile form on Clara's face. "Sorry for forcing you to come out here on your birthday."

"It's not that I didn't want to come, Y/N."

"Huh?"

"It's that I wanted to spend time with you." You nodded, desperately trying not to fall any deeper in love with the girl until, "Just you." She added. "I don't mind if that's at home or... wherever we are. I just wanted to spend my birthday with you. It's like you always say, as long as you get to spend the important days with the important people then nothing can go wrong."

You laughed and attempted to hide the blush on your cheeks by looking far down at the ground. Maybe it was the thought of being important to Clara that made your heart skip a beat, or the space slowly decreasing between the two of you as she hovered increasingly closer. Whatever it was, you decided you liked the feeling a lot. "So, I'm an important person, huh?" You joked, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

"The most important person." Clara nodded and before you could even try and make a move, Clara had her hands gripping around your waist and pulling you into her. Both your wings flickered slightly as your noses nudged one another and you kissed her, finally doing what (you literally only just realised) you had wanted to do all along.

[dinofromspac3]

Doctor Who Masterlist

Rules for Requests Main Masterlist

The Doctor:

9

nothing yet

10

Alien Companion Headcanons

You Can’t Keep It

11

Time Lords get Sick too (platonic)

Alien Companion Headcanons

Learning to Forgive

12

Alien Companion Headcanons

13

nothing yet

The Master/Missy:

Simm!Master

nothing yet

Missy

nothing yet

Rose Tyler:

nothing yet

Martha Jones:

nothing yet

Donna Noble:

nothing yet

Clara Oswald:

Time Lords get Sick too

Bill Potts:

nothing yet

[specialagentlokitty]

Clara x Sibling!reader - you’re a good human

Can I please request a Clara x sibling reader who struggles with self-hatred, and Clara is a supportive sister to them and defends them when the 12th doctor snaps at them and makes him apologise? - Anon💜

Sitting on the steps, you watched as the doctor rushed around and you looked at your sister who shrugged a little bit.

“Doctor what’s wrong?” You asked.

He ignored you and you looked at your sister again.

“Is something wrong with the TARDIS?” Clara asked.

Again he ignored the question and you both watched him for another few minutes.

He had been at this for a while tinkering with the console and saying nothing to either of you, so you had no clue what was going on.

“Are we stuck?” You asked quietly.

“Well if you be quiet I might be able to find out! If you’re not going to help just go wondering or something you’re no use!” He snapped.

You stared at him in pure shock.

“Doctor!” Clara yelled.

Getting up you just wondered away, not really sure where you were going to go, you simply just wondered and sat down in the hallway.

Clara walked over and slapped the doctors arm making him stop what he was doing to looking at her.

“What?!”

“What the hell?!”

“I’m busy, just go.”

Clara stormed away and she found you, so she sat next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side.

Neither of you said anything, and when the TARDIS started moving, you pushed yourself up from the floor and took a small breath.

“(Y/N)?” Class asked softly.

“I want to go home..”

She nodded and took your arm, taking you to the control room and the doctor beamed at the both of you.

“Great news! Everything’s fixed! Where are we going?”

“Home..” you mumbled out.

The doctor furrowed his brows a little bit at you.

“But you’ve just got here.”

“They want to go home because of you so take them home!” Clara snapped.

The doctor looked between you and your sister and he nodded, messing with the console and you stood by the doors waiting.

When the TARDIS stopped you waited a second before opening the door and you looked around before leaving.

The doctor watched you leave with a small frown on his face.

“What’s wrong with them?”

“You! You were nasty to them!” Clara yelled.

“Me? I didn’t do anything!”

Clara shook her head a little.

“You called them useless! You need to apologise!”

The doctor furrowed his brows a little more.

“I called them useless?”

“Yes! And you know how they feel about themselves!”

“No I don’t.”

Clara pinched the bridge of her nose and took a small breath.

“They hate themselves as it is doctor, and you just told them they’re no use. You better go apologise and fix this or I swear to god what I’ll do to the TARDIS will be worse than anything you’ve ever see.” She growled.

The doctor looked at Clara, the pure fury in her eyes and he slowly nodded his head as he made his way to the door.

He was terrified about what she would do, and started to feel guilty about what he had said to you.

So he made his way across the road and over to your flat and he knocked on the door but he didn’t get a response.

“(Y/N) I know you’re in there don’t ignore me.”

He used his screwdriver to unlock your door and he walked in looking around before leaving and locking the door again.

He walk back to the street and looked around and looking at Clara as he shook his head and she pointed down the road.

“By the river!” She yelled.

He nodded his head and made his that direction and as he got closer to the water at the end of the of the street, he saw you wondering through the flowers.

You brushed your fingers against the flowers, wondering through the tall green grass and white petals as you headed to the river bank and sat down.

Leaning back on your hands, you watched the sunlight glisten against the rippling water.

“It’s peaceful.”

You didn’t bother to look at the doctor as he sat down, coping you.

“Do you come here a lot?” He asked.

Again you didn’t reply to him and he sighed, sitting forward.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

He turned his head to look at you, watching as you sat up, wrapping your arms around your legs.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I was stressed and I took it out on your and I apologise for my behaviour.”

“It’s true…” you mumbled.

The doctor shuffled around a little.

“It’s not true, and don’t you ever think for one minute that it is. Because you’re not useless, you’ve helped me more times than I can count.”

You flicked your eyes to him before looking back at the water.

“I’ll sit here all day if I have to. I have nowhere else to go you know.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, I guess we’re sitting here then.”

The doctor looked out at the water.

He couldn’t stay still for long, and he started picking flowers, pulling at the grass and walking around a little bit.

You on the other hand sat there, still looking over the water.

The doctor stood in front of you and held something out so you looked up at him.

“What is that?”

You looked at the white flowers woven into something you couldn’t quite make out.

“Obviously it’s a flower crown.”

You rose a brow.

“You’ve never made one before have you?”

“I have not.”

Cracking a small smile, you began to pick some flowers and you quickly made one and held it up to him to see the difference.

“I used to make them for Clara all the time.”

The doctor took the crown you had made and tossed him behind him and he crouched down, placing the crown on your head.

“Do you forgive me yet?”

“If I say no?”

“I can think of other things to make.”

“Don’t kill the flowers idiot, just sit down.”

The doctor sat next to you again, and you laid down, hands resting your stomach as you closed your eyes and he looked down at you.

“I really am sorry you know, sometimes I say things I don’t mean. I don’t think before I say them.”

“I know.”

“So are we friends again? Because Clara said she’ll destroy the TARDIS.”

You laughed softly.

“Yeah, we’re friends doctor. Just… sometimes I struggle with liking myself, it’s hard.”

“You have no reason to hate yourself you know? You’re a great human.”

“I think that’s the first nice thing I’ve heard you say.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

He laid down next to you and closed his eyes as well, both of you just basking in the sunlight and eventually Clara came wondering over.

She wanted to see what was taking so long, and when she saw both you and the doctor laid there she smiled and laid next to you, doing the same thing

[generallynerdy]

Natural Beauty (Clara Oswald X Reader)

Summary: With the Doctor out for the day, Clara and (Y/N) take a journey deep into the Tardis, finding a world beyond their imagination-- and maybe discovering some feelings about each other on the way.

Requested by Anon: could you write a Clara Oswald x reader ? Fluffy please?

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: author doesn’t specify which Doctor this is with bc she does not care at this point Word Count: 1,234 :D

Note: im so gay for clara in fact im gay for all of the doctor’s companions hhhhh doctor who is bisexual culture

    Mornings in the Tardis weren’t usually peaceful, but they didn’t usually start by having your room invaded by Clara, either.

    She bursted into your room with a grin, letting the light from the hallway wash over your still half-asleep form. “Good morning!” She chimed.

    You groaned. “Is it, Clara? Is it a good morning?”

    “Yep!”

    Clara took to dragging you from bed, throwing a set of jeans a shirt at you from your closet, and not bothering to explain why she’d woken you up. By the time you were dressed, you were somewhat functioning as a human being, but the world was still a little fuzzy.

    “Why am I awake?” You whined.

    Clara rolled her eyes fondly. “The Doctor left to go god knows where, so we have the Tardis all to ourselves.”

    “He...left?” You repeated, brain still warming up for the day. “He just left?”

    “Yeah. You know what that means!” She announced, a playful smile emerging. “Time to explore.”

    You shook your head every so slightly. “You’re insane.”

    “You love it.”

    And of course, she was right. Maybe a little more right than she realised, though. You had to admit, you’d had a thing for Clara since she and the Doctor picked you up. She was brilliant, gorgeous, completely insane, and exactly your type.

    She took your hand and pulled you from your room, leading you down the hall and toward the console room. That was where she decided to start. As you arrived, the smallest thought in your head emerged that, seeing as the Tardis was infinite, the two of you could easily get very, very lost. That didn’t seem to bother Clara.

    “Where to first?” You asked as soon as you reached the console room.

    “Getting excited now?” She teased. “You pick, (Y/N).”

    You thought for a brief moment. “There’s a door out of the pool we haven’t tried yet. Fancy it?”

    “Perfect,” she grinned.

    Clara didn’t have to drag you this time. She did take your hand, though, which sent a flutter up your chest. Well, that was one way to wake up.

    As soon as the pair of you entered the pool room, you stopped, simply to breathe in the air. The strong smell of chlorine filled your lungs, but it didn’t come with the inherent terror of a public pool that could’ve had anything happen in it before you got there.

    “Which way?” Clara asked, glancing around.

    This time, you led her. You took her to a little wooden door hidden carefully behind bushes around the pool’s walkway. Shoving it open, you found yourself in another world.

    It wasn’t a room, per se. It was actually more like a massive garden. Every square foot was grass and trees and flowers, even a little stream broke through the place. A small gasp passed Clara’s lips while you closed the door behind her, watching her as she practically glowed.

    “This is gorgeous,” she whispered, daring to walk forward a few steps.

    Yes, it was beautiful, but you were preoccupied watching her. You snapped back into focus when she turned to look at you.

    “Where do we even start?” You asked, a smile having crept up onto your face long ago.

    “Easy!” She exclaimed. She raced back to grab your hand. “Follow the stream.”

    So, deeper and deeper into the Tardis the two of you explored. You never actually left the garden. It was massive, going on for miles and miles. It held the environments of hundreds of planets, so far away from where you were and yet right there. Each step was a new adventure, especially with Clara right next to you.

    You couldn’t help but let your gaze wander over to her every few moments. Her expressions and her excitement were contagious. Even after hours of exploration, you didn’t tire one bit. Neither of you had any idea where you were going, but that made it all the more exhilarating.

    To be honest, most of your enjoyment came from watching Clara. You paid more attention to her than you did the garden. You couldn’t help it.

    After what felt like hours-- and probably was-- you managed to circle back to the original part of the garden, the place you had started in. By then, the both of you were curious about the artificial sky in the room, wanting to see if the sun would set. So, you found a nice hill and rested there, watching the break between the trees for any signs of night.

    “This is definitely my favourite room,” Clara told you.

    You nodded, feeling the blades of grass under your fingers. “Mine, too. I don’t ever wanna leave.”

    Suddenly, Clara laughed.

    “What?” You asked, wearing an amused smile.

    “What if the Doctor came back hours ago and couldn’t find us?” She joked. “Oh, he’ll really kill us then.”

    You laughed at the idea. “Ah, well. I could die now and be happy about it.”

    “I think I could, too,” Clara hummed.

    She set her eyes on you, staring almost into your soul. It sent chills up your back, just seeing her soft smile and the sparkle in her eyes. The air was stolen from your lungs.

    “Look, there it goes!” She exclaimed, looking away.

    Clara was right. The sun in the fake sky was beginning to set, but it looked just as beautiful as if it were real. Not that you would know, of course. Your eyes were glued to another natural beauty-- the one sitting right beside you.

    “Beautiful,” she whispered.

    The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

    “Yeah, you are.”

    Clara paused a moment, furrowing her eyebrows as she processed what you said. Then, she turned her head to look over at you, unashamed. Her eyes widened, but the rest of her expression told you she was pleasantly surprised.

    “Are you flirting?” She asked.

    “I dunno,” you replied cheekily. “What do you think?”

    You expected her to roll her eyes and go back to the sunset, but instead you felt her hand cover yours. It made you inhale sharply, but you didn’t have much chance to recover from her small show of affection, because she leaned in further. Before you knew it, you were kissing Clara Oswald, which was something you never expected. 

Had you hoped for it, though? Of course.

“Clara? (Y/N)?” The Doctor called when he entered the Tardis again that night.

He was really sick of getting pulled into an adventure every time he stepped outside the blue box. It just so happened that this one took a whole day.

Looking around the console room and taking a quick glance into both your bedrooms, the Doctor couldn’t find you or Clara, which was concerning. But, knowing Clara, he had a hunch that she’d dragged you to go explore the Tardis.

It took him a good hour to find you both, about which time it occurred to him that he could’ve used his sonic to scan for human lifeforms. Brilliant.

He found you fast asleep and curled up against Clara, your hands intertwined. 

The Doctor opened his mouth to shout until the both of you jumped and started chiding him for ruining your sleep, but stopped, smiling despite himself. He could wake you tomorrow. 

For now, he’d let you dream; dream of the garden and dream of Clara, who couldn’t help but dream of you.

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[bi-bard]

Superache - Conan Gray Writing Challenge

Hi!

I was going to wait a little while before doing another album writing challenge thing, but then this album dropped. I needed to do this. I hope you enjoy!

Each imagine is inspired by a song from "Superache" by Conan Gray.

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Movies

I Want a Love Like the Movies Andrew Garfield X Reader Summary: Andrew and (Y/n) fell in love after filming a movie together. However, nothing in real life was as easy as a written script.

People Watching

I Wanna Feel All that Love and Emotion Barry Allen X Reader (The Flash) Summary: How long can a person watch other people in love before they start losing hope for themselves? (Y/n) finds themself fearing they'll never fall in love as they save the city and watch countless couples reunite.

Disaster

This Could be a Disaster Clara Oswald X Reader (Doctor Who) Summary: After an arguably poorly timed confession, (Y/n) goes into complete panic mode. When they try to backtrack later, Clara refuses to let the event go.

Best Friend

That's My Ride or Die Leonard Snart & Mick Rory X Reader (DC's Legends of Tomorrow) Summary: A collection of moments between Leonard, Mick, and the human equivalent of a puppy, (Y/n). They take the form of the most chaotic trio in the universe.

Astronomy

We're Two Worlds Apart Tenth Doctor X Reader (Doctor Who) Summary: After all that he's lost, the Doctor was hoping that (Y/n) would stay with him. When they decide that's not the best decision for them, the Doctor ends up scrambling to hold onto them.

Yours

I Want More, but I'm Not Yours Will Graham X Reader (Hannibal) Summary: (Y/n) has given a lot to make Will feel love. However, that begins to change when (Y/n) starts to realize that they aren't receiving the same support.

Jigsaw

You Take Every Part of me, All of the Things You Need Malcolm Merlyn X Child!Reader (Arrow) Summary: (Y/n) had been raised as a warrior by their father, Malcolm. They get fed up when they see how fast he accepts his daughter.

Family Line

Someone Who Loves You Wouldn't Do This Sam & Dean Winchester X Sibling!Reader (Supernatural) Summary: The lasting effects of being raised by someone like John Winchester.

Summer Child

You're Lying, Summer Child Hannibal Lecter X Reader (Hannibal) Summary: Hannibal investigates the true source of why the usually cheery (Y/n) is that way. Nothing is exactly how they seem.

Footnote

But Why Would I Lie, It's so Clear I'm in Love with You Arthur Pendragon X Reader (Merlin) Summary: After an event is held in the castle, Arthur makes a bold move. If only ever bold move could work in his favor.

Memories

Please Don't Ruin This for Me Higgs Monaghan X Reader (Death Stranding) Summary: (Y/n) was trying to move forward with their life after finding out some startling truths about the man they loved. However, this man won't simply disappear.

The Exit

Feels Like We Buried Alive Something that Never Died Margot Verger X Reader (Hannibal) Summary: Margot told (Y/n) to run in the hopes of protecting them from Mason. When she finally finds them again, she sees that not everyone can wait forever.

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Some Original Characters

[missymurphy1985]

The Deal - Part 6 (Tommy Shelby X fem!reader)

Warning - childbirth / angst / character death

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @smailaway @persephonehemingway @theamuz @parker-natasha @urbankaite2

Within seconds of him uttering those words, he was floored with a kick to the gut. Your midwife was doing her best to keep you calm, and convince Moseley that this was dangerous for you and the baby. He directed his attention to you, and spoke to you like he was delivering orders to one of his henchmen. Emotionless. Cold.

"You deliver that baby right here, right now, without any complications. Understood?"

Once again, your voice was written off by a strong contraction, taking your breath away as you gripped onto the bedsheets.

"Mr Moseley I must insist you leave immediately!" Clara cried, quickly moving you to examine you. "This baby is coming right now, and I can't have them under this level of stress! Please, LEAVE!"

"We stay. Mr Shelby can watch his spawn arrive before he takes his last breath."

"No!!" You screamed, a sudden need to push overtaking you as you cried for Clara.

"Stop making such a meal of it, just hurry up will you?" He spat, as one of his men pulled Tommy up to sit in a chair. A gun pointed to his head as he was forced to watch you labour. Your eyes met, his filled with tears, yours with fear. Would this be it? The last time you saw him?

No time to think, your body was taking control. Clara was between your knees, checking you over.

"8cm, y/n, do not push yet, you'll tear. Breathe with me, come on, breathe through them.."

"I can't do this, Tommy?!"

"Yes you can," he choked, spitting blood onto the floor. "You can." He kept his eyes on yours, a slow nod, a raised eyebrow... You knew that look...

And one of Moseley's men gave you that look too... What was going on?

You had no time to think about it, another contraction soaring through you. Gritting your teeth, trying not to bear down, grimacing and screaming through the sheer agony. Clara caught your eye, and kept it. Her eyes burning into yours.

"You're doing so well, so well, focus on me okay? Just me and this baby. There's no one else in the room, understand? Just us three - you, me and the baby."

You nodded, knowing that you needed to stay in control, stay calm... You were losing Tommy, you couldn't lose his baby too....

"I need to push, Clara, please!"

She examined you again, and nodded.

"10cm, go for it y/n! Chin down, push!"

The pain was stifling, the pressure was enormous, and your knuckles were white from gripping the sheets.

"Must you make so much noise y/n?" You barely heard Oswald spit his utter nonsense, pushing it so far back in your mind that it didn't even register. Your world was now your baby, and delivering it safely, you couldn't allow yourself think about anything else. Clara kept you breathing, focussing, concentrating. And at one point she was humming a tune you recognised from somewhere.

Was that a Romani song?

Was she Romani?

Oswald had hired a gypsy to be your midwife?! No...

You heard a thud coming from somewhere but another contraction took you before you could look.

"Push, Y/n!! Push push push push push!!!" You bore down, screaming, and you felt it. The burn... You felt like you were being stretched beyond belief...

"Pant, y/n, don't push, just pant, keep those eyes closed and stay focussed.."

Was that another thud?

A hand in yours, a kiss on your forehead...

Opening your eyes, you gasped.

"Don't think, just focus on getting our baby out, eh?"

"Y/n I need you to start pushing again with the next one, okay? Hard as you can!"

"I can't..."

"You can - you're nearly there! I can see our baby's head, so close now, so close... A few more, right Esme?"

Esme? Who the fuck was Esme?

"Chin down y/n!" Again, no time to think as you pushed, Tommy's hand in yours and another Romani song being hummed in the room, distracting you.

"Come on, give me one more! Push!!!"

A scream, gripping Tommy's hand, his forehead against the side of yours.

"Push baby, come on, push, you've got this, I've got you - push!"

A sudden empty feeling, the relief was indescribable. And the sound of your baby crying set the two of you off, tears streaming down Tommy's cheeks as he kissed yours away.

Clara handed you your baby once she'd cleaned him up, placing the boy on your chest. He was nuzzling into you, as Tommy stroked his cheek.

"He's perfect, y/n, just like his mum.."

************************************************************

"Would someone like to tell me what's going on?" You asked, once you'd fed your son and he was settled in Tommy's arms on the bed next to you. The room was suddenly empty now - just the three of you and Clara, who'd not long finished clearing you of the afterbirth and dressed your tears down below.

"Thank you Clara," you smiled.

"Her name isn't Clara," Tommy chuckled.

"My name is Esme Shelby."

"Shelby?"

"She was married to John. My younger brother. And just so happens to be quite experienced in the world of birthing children. Delivered my nephew safely a few years back. And Moseley didn't know her. She was the perfect choice to keep an eye on things."

"Where is Moseley?"

"Dead. Those men who had me were Esme's brothers, he just didn't know they were."

"Our families may not always see eye to eye Thomas, but blood is blood. And that baby is blood," Esme nodded.

"Your brothers forgot about that when they kicked the shit out of me," he groaned, rubbing his ribs under where his son lay sleeping.

"You expect less of a Lee boy?" Esme chuckled.

"The will, Thomas..." You interrupted, thinking of your poor mother.

"I've taken care of your father's debt. Your mother's house is paid off. And as soon as you're on your feet? Marry me."

"What?" He pulled you into his arms, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head. You traced your son's face with your fingers, watching the most beautiful of little boys sleep soundly in his father's arms.

"Y/N I love you. I love our son. I promised I'd make you safe. Marry me, I take over the party, redirect it away from his fascist views. Break away from the Germans, I haven't trusted those fuckers since 1914."

"Is he really dead?!" You felt yourself sobbing gently, the relief washing over you.

"He can't breathe with a sliced throat, y/n. He's dead. The Lee boys are in the process of framing the Billy Boys - one less Shelby enemy to worry about."

He'd thought of everything...

And you were safe. You all were. With Moseley gone, his party being redirected to more sensible ideologies, your future as a Shelby... It couldn't have been more of a perfect close to what had been the most difficult chapter of your life.

[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

This Night is Sparkling, Don't You Let it Go

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 3,535

Warnings: Mentions of the Hiroshima atomic bombing

Summary: During a snow storm (at sea!), and, in an attempt to assuage the Doctor in a moment of boredom, you teach him how to fold an origami crane. Clara, meanwhile, plans a movie night.

A/N: Some important context - Reader is aware of and refers to the story of Sadako Sasaki and, because of this, reader also knows how to fold a paper crane.

It was snowing. At sea.

Your hands were curled around the railing of the ship, and you were standing on your tip toes, leaning forward and looking towards the sky in wonder. The Doctor pondered on whether you had ever actually seen snow at sea before, if you had ever consciously thought of it as a thing that happened. So many humans, he had found, had never realised it snowed at sea, which was strange to him.

Of course it snows at sea, he’d once told Albert Einstein, wearing a different face in a different life, the weather doesn’t just stop because there’s no land.

He thought about this, so he wouldn’t think of other things.

Like the way your eyes sparkled against the star light – there were so many stars here, and it had been far too long since the Doctor had seen Earth’s night sky without light pollution. Your eyes were bright, in that special way that was just so distinctly you. You held so much appreciation, so much joy, in everything the Doctor showed you, and it seemed to radiate off of you.

Hence how you were now, swaying with the ship and looking at the surrounding area with so much awe.

“This is magical,” you said softly, and the Doctor wasn’t sure if he was supposed to have heard it. He was sure that if he was human, he wouldn’t have.

He had to agree though, ‘magical’ certainly was the word for it.

The snow fell, painted into your hair, dusted across the bridge of your nose, and settled against your jacket. He wanted to reach out his hand and brush it off of you, swipe his thumb across your cheek and rest his palm against your jaw.

He turned away from you, swallowing harshly. These were the kind of thoughts he wasn’t supposed to be having.

You were human. Impossibly young, especially compared to him.

And yet…

The Doctor drummed his fingers against the railing, staring out at the view. From this angle, he couldn’t see anything else except the snow, dancing against the inky black sea.

He had known this would be something you would enjoy, which was part of the reason why he had decided to land on this ship. Monitoring the convoy was just an afterthought compared to the delight you now had over snow at sea.

It was harmless, wasn’t it? To do things that made you happy. He wanted everyone he cared for to be happy, not just you. Why, just last week (well, comparatively, since time was a relative construct to him), he had devoted an entire itinerary to things Clara wanted to do.

It had ended with her trying to fight Sigmund Freud, physically fight him – like some sort of rabid beast, and the Doctor had elected to maybe reviewing her itineraries beforehand for now on. At least to make sure they were less violent.

He couldn’t explain the why’s or the how’s, but, with you though, it felt different.

Well, he could most certainly explain it, but to do so would mean to think about it, and he couldn’t think about it.

He tapped his foot against the metal tiling. If he only had something to do, beyond watching and waiting, and waiting and watching, he wouldn’t even have to entertain these thoughts.

No, it would have been far better if he were busy, then he wouldn’t be thinking any of these things at all.

God he was bored.

Behind him, the Doctor heard the door to bridge swung open. He leaned the left side of his body into the rail, so he could half turn around and see who had just come out.

Clara, brilliant, wonderful Clara, popped her head out through the open doorway. She eyed the two of you, giving the Doctor a questioning look. He shook his hand subtly, in a ‘don’t ask’ gesture, and in response Clara pursed her lips.

“Oi, you two,” she said, and in the corner of his eye, the Doctor saw you jump and turn around.

“Bit of warning next time, could you?” You breathed out, and you rubbed a hand against your chest, the place where you heart was.

“Well, I don’t mean to go all nanny on you,” Clara continued, ignoring you. “But you’re both going to catch a cold if you stand out there any longer.”

“Nah not me,” The Doctor said, leaning against the rail nonchalantly. If his elbow lightly brushed against your arm, it wasn’t of any consequence. “I’m a Time Lord, a little bit of snow is nothing.”

“I don’t care,” Clara said. “Inside. Both of you. Now.”

You turned to face the Doctor, quirking your lips up slightly as you shrugged. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I for one am not bold enough to argue with Clara.”

“And that’s why you’re smarter than he is,” Clara replied, nodding towards the Doctor when she called him out.

You laughed lightly, brushing some of the snow out of your hair and off of your shoulders as you walked towards the doorway. You had gone ahead of the Doctor, and were well inside the bridge by the time the Doctor reached Clara, grumbling the entire way.

Clara pulled him aside as he entered. “You need to tell Y/N,” she said tersely.

The Doctor waved a hand at her, and brushed some of the snow off of his pants. “There’s nothing to tell.”

Clara snorted, pulling the door closed. “Uh huh, yeah, sure. And those googly eyes you make are ‘nothing’ too.”

“Exactly.”

Clara rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible, you know that, right?”

The Doctor paused, eyeing Clara curiously. “Hm.”

Out of the two of them, the Doctor wouldn’t consider himself to be the impossible one here.

Clara raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“You know,” The Doctor said, streamlining around that particular thought. “f I had a penny for every time someone had told me that, I could afford a ticket to see Hamilton.”

“What’s Hamilton?”

“Before your time, Oswald,” The Doctor strode past her. “Give it a couple of years, you’ll find it hilarious.”

The Doctor and Clara reached the mess hall, where you were sitting at a table with Captain Carter, the one in charge of this whole mission. There was a collection of different small square pieces of paper scattered across the table between the two of you.

“How long until we reach the base?” The Doctor asked, sauntering in as if he owned the place. It was important to behave with confidence, after all.

Captain Carter raised a subtle eyebrow, either not believing his act (which wasn’t an act, not really. It was more of an exaggerated performance), or just wasn’t impressed by it. “Another day, at the earliest. However, with all this snow it might be two.”

The Doctor slumped into the seat beside you, and Clara went over to the kitchen. “Is there anything pressing to do then?” She asked. “Because I was thinking of doing a movie night, otherwise.”

Captain Carter pondered this for a moment. “I think a movie night would be a good idea,” they said. “Help entertain the crew.”

“Ah yes, this ship is sorely lacking entertainment,” The Doctor rubbed his fingers against his temple. “I can’t remember the last time I was this bored.”

Captain Carter scoffed, and ran their hand through their cropped hair. “Well, Doctor,” they said, standing from the table. “I’ll be sure to find something entertaining for you.” They stalked off, motioning for Clara to follow.

The Doctor almost gawked, he hadn’t meant for that to happen.

Maybe they would actually organise a movie night, though.

Clara eyed him for a moment, mouthing ‘be nice’ to him. The Doctor screwed up his face and she rolled her eyes at him, following Captain Carter out, but not before she added ‘tell Y/N’.

The Doctor huffed and turned back around. He didn’t know what Clara was talking about.

You picked up a sheet of paper, focusing on it instead of him. God, he wanted you to look at him. “You offended them,” you said, almost offhandedly.

The Doctor slumped into his seat further, and tried to convince himself that he wasn’t moping. “I didn’t mean to.”

You gave him an amused smirk, those brilliant eyes twinkling in mirth. “You’re pouting.”

“I am not.”

The smirk grew into a grin, and he couldn’t help but smile back. “Are too.”

The Doctor leaned his elbow against the table, and rested his head against his closed fist. “Maybe I am, but only a little bit,” with his other hand he gestured to the paper. “What’re you doing here?”

“Thought I’d make a couple of paper cranes,” you replied, and then, hesitantly, added. “I could show you, if you’d like?”

The Doctor knew how to fold a paper crane. He knew eighteen different ways to fold one, some of which hadn’t even been invented yet. Logically, he should have told you this.

He didn’t.

“I’d love that.”

You pulled your chair closer to him, dragging it with your legs whilst you were still sitting in it. Your thigh brushed against his leg, and the Doctor found himself instinctually repositioning himself, drawing himself closer to you.

You took two identical pieces of paper, placing one in front of the Doctor and holding the other one for yourself. You laid your piece of paper flat against the wooden table, lining it up with the grain. It was quite a pretty piece of paper, as far as paper went. It was decorated in a swirling pattern, inked in silver that seemed to shine in the light. The colour of the paper, he noticed, was the same as your eyes.

That shouldn’t have been something he noticed.

No, it was fine. He was just being observant.

You began folding it, and the Doctor watched your nimble fingers easily crease the paper, like you had done this a million times. You nodded for him to do the same.

“There’s this story that goes along with paper cranes,” you told him, your voice soft. Your head was bowed towards him, almost as if you didn’t want anyone else to hear you. “It’s about a girl called Sadako Sasaki, have you heard of it?”

“I haven’t,” the Doctor lied. “Would you tell it?”

You gave him a soft smile, your eyes shining under the fluorescent lights – how many different ways could they sparkle? Would he ever be able to count them all? “I’d be glad to,” you said, and then, after a moment. “It’s quite a sad story, though.”

He knew.

“Well any story can be a sad story,” The Doctor said. “It depends on where you end them.”

You cocked you head to the side slightly, agreeing with him, then turned back to your page. “I’ll finish it in the right spot then.”

You pulled your piece of paper open, inspecting the various creases you’d folded into the paper, then began folding them into triangles. “She was 2 years old when the nuclear bomb was dropped on Hiroshima at the end of World War II,” you began, your voice impossibly quiet, remorseful in that sort of way that was just so distinctly human. “She lived through it, and by the time she was 12, she was her schools star runner.

“Then she contracted leukemia,” you continued, and your crane looked a bit like a large bird beak. “It happened so suddenly. One day she was running around her school’s oval during a practise – or maybe it was a race, and she passed out. At the time she said that little black spots had clouded her vision, and she hadn’t known what was happening.

“Back then they called it atomic bomb disease, because it was most likely caused by the radioactive black rain that fell on Hiroshima the day of the bombing,” You stopped your movements suddenly, staring at the folded piece of paper. You blinked at it a couple of times, and the Doctor wanted to reach out and hold you.

Before he could however, you continued. “Anyway,” you said, and started folding once more. “There’s this legend that a crane can live for a thousand years, so if a person folds an origami crane for each year of a crane’s life, then they can have a wish granted. Sadako heard of this legend and decided she would do this and try to save her life.

“She did it too. Within a month she had a thousand, and she wished to be better,” you looked at the Doctor for a moment. “It didn’t come true though, so she started again. She managed to make another 300 before she passed.”

Your crane looked like a crown, the kind they wore on Lopargos in the 27th century. “She’s famous because of how her classmates honoured her. They built a statue in her honour, and Sadako’s story sort of spread all around the world.

“The paper crane,” you folded down its wings. “Became a symbol of peace, since it’s symbolic status grew in direct contrast of cruelty,” you held your crane up for the Doctor to view, and he noticed that you had even folded a tiny little head for it. “There we go, ended the story in the right spot.”

“So you did,” the Doctor smiled softly at you. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“I learned it with the Sadako’s story,” you told him, and you fiddled with the tail of the crane, as if debating whether or not you wanted to fold the tail down.

“So you’ve made a thousand then? What did you wish for?”

You didn’t answer, instead setting the crane down and reaching across the table to get another sheet of paper. It was decorated in the same silver pattern, but it’s base was a deep olive green colour. The Doctor tried not to read into that particular choice.

“Anyway,” you said. “Once you fold them enough, it becomes an easy habit, and it’s especially good when you’re bored,” you looked at him knowingly, then glanced at his paper. “Oh Doctor I’m so sorry! I hadn’t realised that I didn’t explain any of the instructions to you.”

The Doctor looked down to his paper and hummed, he hadn’t realised that he hadn’t actually touched it. Suddenly, your hands were on his, and he was acutely aware of your proximity to one another. You had moved closer to him, so close that he could hear your heartbeat – a steady, grounding rhythm. “Here,” you said. “Let me show you in a better way.”

You began giving him directions on how to fold a paper crane, guiding his hands with yours. You were well into his space, which you had to be, for practical reasons, so you could show him how to do it.

“Aren’t you a thousand years old?” You asked, whilst opening the paper to take note of the creases, your voice impossibly quiet.

The Doctor almost scoffed. “I’m well over it by now.”

You hummed. “I wonder how many people have sent you wishes, then,” you said absentmindedly, as if to yourself. It probably was to yourself, but the Doctor, for all his flaws, had exceptional hearing.

The thought drilled itself into the Doctor’s head. That would come to haunt him later.

You bumped your head against his and it pulled him out of those thoughts. The Doctor could smell the shampoo you used, it was fruity and light – he wondered if it was new. You had resumed your directions and he tried to concentrate on what you were saying, he really did, but you were just so close, and you looked back up to him with those big eyes, and he just could quite concentrate.

Your hands were warm against his, and your fingers expertly worked at the paper with his in tow. The Doctor counted the little marks on top of your hands, the lines that were creased into your skin, the little scars that decorated them from adventures you had taken together as well as your life before him. He wanted to memorise them, every line, every spot, and the way that they moved, keep it locked safe somewhere in his memory.

You huffed suddenly, or perhaps not suddenly, the Doctor hadn’t been paying attention, after all. “Wait, okay, I can’t actually see what I’m doing for the next bit,” you looked up at him. “Do you mind?”

The Doctor shook his head and you stood slowly, gently circling your body around his and leaning your head on his shoulder. The Doctor swallowed, trying to ignore the way your body felt against his own, warm, and solid, and there – right there. This felt so much different to whenever he had hugged you, or when you had held his hand, but he couldn’t pinpoint why.

Well, no. He knew exactly why. It was to do with the intimacy, it was new and different, and so much harder to rule off as friendly affection.

He scratched that thought out of his mind.

“There’s a bit of a trick here that I like to do…” your voice was low and soft in his ear and The Doctor shuddered slightly. He hoped that you didn’t notice, or, if you did, you just equated it to him just being… well, him.

There wasn’t any other deeper meaning to it, after all.

All to soon you had both finished folding the crane, and you pulled back slightly with a satisfied smile. “There we go, your very own paper crane.”

It sat there small and proud, albeit a bit lopsided. One wing was slightly bigger than the other, but the Doctor already knew that he adored it.

“Ah see now that right there,” the Doctor said, grinning at it. “Is a very cool crane.”

“Well of course it is,” you replied. “We made it, after all -oh.”

You pulled your hands from him and the Doctor paused – where were you going? With a frown, you were looking at your index finger. You considered something for a moment, then popped it into your mouth. The Doctor followed your movements, his mouth suddenly very, very dry.

“Papercut,” you explained, sticking your finger out. “Surely there’s a bandage somewhere.”

“I’ve got one,” a voice said, and the pair of you jumped. Clara was standing by the door to the mess hall, pulling a small bandage out of her pocket. The Doctor ran through the events that had just happened, and couldn’t work out when she had come back.

Clara stalked towards you both, and, judging by the very self-satisfyied smirk she was sending the Doctor’s way, she had been there for a while. She handed you the bandage and eyed the paper crane. “That’s cool.”

“Yeah,” you said, peeling off the wrapper and twisting the bandage over your cut. “I just taught the Doctor how to make one.”

Clara turned to the Doctor, raising an eyebrow at him. You, of course, didn’t notice this, as you were too engrossed in actually fixing your papercut.

“Oh,” she said, because she knew full well that the Doctor knew how to fold a paper crane. She had been there when The Doctor had gotten into an origami competition with Arnold Schwarzenegger, and had won by folding a paper crane faster than Arnold had. “Well, that’s nice now, isn’t it.”

“Yeah,” you smiled earnestly at them both, then inspected the bandage again. “It might actually do something about that boredom now.”

Clara narrowed her eyes at him, and the Doctor wanted to protest. When she spoke the Doctor had no doubt that it was a challenge. “Oh I’m sure it will.”

You turned back to Clara, completely oblivious to what was going on. “How’d that idea for a movie night go?”

“Oh!” Clara turned back to you, completely dropping her attitude and giving you a small smile. She lifted up a set of DVD’s. “Captain Carter has gotten some people to get some popcorn, we’ve been tasked with finding some pillows and chairs.”

You looked around the mess hall, eyeing the myriad of chairs. “Well, seems like we’re in as good a place to start as any. Shall we get to it?”

Clara placed the DVD’s on the table. “Yeah, lets.”

You squeezed the Doctor’s shoulder as you and Clara went off to begin gathering chairs. The Doctor stole a glance at the DVD’s, and he swore if he’d been alone he would have laughed out loud.

Presently though, he chose to silently mope.

The Princess Bride.

The Doctor thought of the innocent pretending at the start of the film, of the extreme effort Westley goes for his true love, and how there were probably parallels to his own life if he chose to think about it.

Of course Clara had chosen that film.

He put the DVD to the side. No, he wasn’t going to think of any of those parallels right now.

“Doctor,” you called out from the other side of the mess hall, holding a chair in the air. “Are you going to help?”

He crossed his arms and eyed the film one more time. “Yes, of course,” he said, looking up at you. “As you wish.”

Re; the update: I just wanted to thank everyone for the well wishes, I’ve read them all and they’ve all been so sweet. Things have gotten a bit worse, so the messages have meant the world to me. My inbox has eaten a few of them, but I’ll respond to as many of the messages as I can when i have the time! Thanks ❤️