#doctor who oc fanfic

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Day Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Halloween Challenge, Halloween, Prompt Fill, Awkward Flirting, Food, Food Kink, Chocolate, Arousal, Erections, Tarot, Foreshadowing Series: Part 22 of Prompt-oween 2023 Summary:

David meets a woman at an office Halloween party.

@occreatorexchange

Prompt-oween Day 22 prompt fic.

Prompt: A Halloween party for adults.

Fandom: Doctor Who/The Sarah Jane Adventures

Rating: M (a first for me!)

Characters: OCs David Yates and “Lady in Red”

Notes: The prequel of prequels for my Molly Yates fic.

Also tagging @arrthurpendragon @themaradwrites 

[princessofgotham777]

Masterlist

This is all fluff and angst, I don’t write smut. Please read the warnings before every fic and part to each series! Hope you enjoy🩷

DC

Jason Todd

Dating Jason Todd Series- fic type: ongoing (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers)

Dating Jason Todd (Part One: Back to The Tower)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Two: Fear and Love)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Three: The Past)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Four: Arkham)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Five: Dead?)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Six: Remember Me, Remember Me)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Seven: Horror)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Eight: Your Jason)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Nine: The Funeral of Jason Todd)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Ten: Dream A Little Dream Of Me)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Eleven: I miss you; you)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Twelve: Prince of Gotham)

Dating Jason Todd (Part Thirteen:) (coming soon)

The Other Titan Series (Backstory to “Dating Jason Todd”) (coming soon)

Robin and Catgirl Series (coming soon) (fic type: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff) summary: Jason (Robin) x reader (Catgirl), friends to lovers, enemies to lovers

Dick Grayson

Detective Dick Grayson Series- fic type: ongoing (Dick Grayson x Reader, angst, comfort, fluff)

Detective Dick Grayson (Part One: “Detective Grayson”)

Detective Dick Grayson (Part Two: 505) (coming soon) (Dick Grayson x Reader imagine- angst, comfort, fluff)

[stageturn]

a fanimatic wip :}

[max-nico]

I really need to get better so I can write about being sick. There's so much angst potential in whatever's wrong with me but I haven't found a solution yet and I almost exclusively write happy endings.

Like imagine your whumpee with, ribs that feel like they're bruised all the time, heart palpations, frequent trouble breathing, constant nausea, a stomach that burns every time they eat, and pain that stretches from their chest into their shoulders that gets so bad all they can do is lay there and take it. The real kicker is that pain meds don't help, and the one time they did help I got so high I couldn't walk straight

There is so much angst potential here, but idk wtf is wrong with me in order to write about it, how terrible 💔

[thedoctors-and-lin]

I finally made them proper ref sheets

(don’t ask what I was using before)

[tens-girl]

The Legend of Venice is here…

Chapter One now on AO3…

The Doctor takes Crowley, Zee and Jack on a trip to eighteenth-century Venice to seek out the legendary Giacomo Casanova. Crowley knew Giac in Paris and has mentioned the uncanny likeness between the Doctor and Casanova (even more striking than the resemblance between the Time Lord and the demon…) so the gang are keen to meet this seductive doppelgänger.

But the Doctor and Jack are barely speaking after their emotionally challenging previous date, making things more than a little awkward. Zee seems to be teetering on the edge of voicing the true depth of her own feelings for the Time Lord. And Crowley is experimenting with a new, feminine appearance. What will the sexy Venetian make of his new friends?

Typical Who Omens fun, with a big dose of angst, a heavy dollop of smut, and some of the fluffiest fluff I’ve written. Also featuring historical cosplay, some fine gender-fuckery from Crowley, and a horny Tardis… (and bonus Ianto Jones in chapter one!)

Chapter 1/10 (fic is complete and posting every few days) Rated E - explicit sexual content with various pairings

Part 12 of my Who Omens crossover series

[levi-llama]

Space, Time, and the Psyche (5)

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Series Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Mature

Chapter Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Drugging, Brief Mentions of Panic Attacks

Word Count: 2k

Masterlist / Taglist

(A/N: I've been trying to lengthen the word counts on each chapter so bare with me)

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I continued to walk until I got to the thicket of trees, I couldn’t be around anyone right now. I needed a breather. Though, I suppose ‘breather’ isn't the best term, seeing how my chest still feels constricted. Breathing still came difficult, yet was getting easier as moments passed. 

As focus came back to me, shame and suffocating embarrassment sank into me.I crouched into the grass, hugging my knees to my chest as I composed myself. 

I heard a shuffle behind me making me flinch. A long sigh escaped me as I heard the presence shuffle forward. I could feel him hovering over my back. 

“I’m sorry, Doctor.” I didn't pull my head up to face him; the guilt was still too heavy in my mind, weighing me down. 

“Hush, Child.” A cultivated melody of syllables flew through my ears. The presence, though strange and unfamiliar, drew calm through my bones. Like a comforting shiver brushed through my brain and down to my nerves, My body relaxed. 

“Doctor?” I murmured, out of breath, yet for a completely different reason than earlier. I was all foggy.

The Doctor, hands bound with plant cordage, was shoved to the ground in front of me. A gorgeous puff of pink pollen blanketed around us from his impact.

“Doctor?!” I wheezed from the thickened air. The shock let me breakthrough the befuddlement if only for a little. 

“Eddie! Don’t breathe!” He scrambled for purchase, dragging himself into a sitting position with just his legs due to the restraints on his hands. Though, the effort it took to become eye level with me kicked up more of the perfumed particles coming from the flora on the ground.

“What? No, Doctor, are you alright?!” I panicked and moved my hands up to hold onto his shoulders to steady him. 

The very next moment, my head was pushed to the ground, and my arms were pinned to the ground. Turning my head against the brush, I finally got a look of our captors. 

They were all women - no, goddesses was more of an accurate term - Dressed in white cloth togas, revealing yet appropriate for the climate. Towering over us, the beings must be at least seven foot tall. Skin differing shades of pink, peach, blush, like the plume of a slender flamingo, but they were not slender. The muscles flexing under their flesh made them appear as strong as a tree trunk, which may be a good description in more ways than one. Their lips like soft, velvet petals, and their hair was made of a variety of leaves, vines, flowers, dangling down their backs, or put into an elegant updo. An angular face, with a dainty jaw was juxtaposition to the sharp, strong bodies that it connected to. 

The strongest of all was the taller, most imposing one of the group. She moved to the front of the tribe, eyes covered with a golden cloth blindfold, and her toga embroidered with golden leaf designs. Her hair was a bush of lovely purple blooms, shaped into a puffy high ponytail and held up with a vine of gold. You could tell she was the one in charge.

“We are the priestesses of Florielle!” her voice boomed in announcement. “You are to be tried by the matriarchal council for the crime of Murder!”  

“Murder?!” I screamed in confusion.

Another priestess blew another load of the pink pollen into my face. The sweet smell of lavender was the last thing I sensed before going under.

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The strong smell of burning herbs entered my senses. It’s warm smoke tingling my nose as I rose from my drug induced sleep. 

“Doctor..?” I groaned as I tried to rub my eyes, only to find my hands bound behind my back. 

“Oh, you’re finally awake. How are you feeling?” The doctor inquired with a soft voice, keeping him from being heard by the priestesses sitting around the fire in the middle of the room. 

“Groggy, but I’ll be okay. Where are we?” I groaned. A distracting pounding headache growing behind my temples.

“We’re at the temple, we found the priestesses we were looking for. Or, rather, they found us.”

A booming voice echoed along the stone temple’s walls, making the very ground vibrate with energy. “ What have you say, for the crime you are to be tried?”

The Doctor scrambled to push himself to his knees, hoping to look more imposing in front of the council. “Not Guilty! What proof do you have of us committing murder, because I can assure you that we did not harm anybody.” 

“You may not have, yet the woman has a different story.” The lead Priestess kneeled in front of the doctor, still being a good few feet taller than him, and reached in his hair to pull out a dainty flower. “The victim! Slaughtered by the hands of,” She snapped her head towards me, through her eyes covered in a golden blindfold, I could feel her eyes bare into my very being. “You, Edith Turner!” 

“The flower?!” I exclaimed, exacerbated. 

“Yes, the flower! She was a respected and protected occupant of this planet! Your vile disregard of our world and her flora children has shown a callous view of our natural order. This act of the utmost disrespect can only be rectified by Execution!”

The ruling made me feel faint; The Florielle Priestesses Fluttered around me in a blur.

“At least let us plead our case!” the doctor declared, “It was not our intention to disrespect your kind. We had no prior knowledge that we were harming the flower.”

“The motive does not matter, for the crime has been done nonetheless.” The head priestess gestured her fellow followers towards me. “She shall be thrown into the Florapod pit.”

They gripped my arms with an unwavering strength, I could feel the bruises already forming. My heart raced as I thrashed. The sound of the friction of jean fabric against rough stone grated on my ears. My shoes scraped against the flooring as I tried to stop them from dragging me back against the wall towards a dark chute embedded in the masonry of the temple.

Chanting voices echoed around the stone temple walls; they echoed around the bone of my skull. My fingertips were tingling from the strong grip of the alien women slowing my blood supply like little needles pricking up to my palms. 

“Wait!” The resounding voice of my companion commanded everyone's attention. He shattered the unnerving atmosphere, causing everything to fall to immediate silence. “At least let me join her.” He reasoned.

“What, No, Doctor!” My voice cracked as I retorted, yet was cut off by the enchanting voice of our executioner before I could continue.

“Very well,” and with another flick of her wrist, two more of her followers came and grabbed the doctor up by his arms.

The chanting began again.

“With death, may Mother Nature be nourished!” The Florielle high priestess proclaimed.

The next thing I felt was the whooshing of air whipping my hair around my face, and that terrifying sinking sensation of falling in my gut.

I brace for the hard ground, but it never came. Instead I heard an “oomph” and felt a soft grip. My eyes still screwed shut, scared of what I’d see and whether it was safe yet.

“Oi, open your eyes.” The Doctor whispered with mirth, and I did as told. My face was inches from his and that’s when I noticed he somehow caught me. This lanky man caught me of all people. I was baffled. 

“Oh! Doctor, put me down. I’m too heavy! I wriggled in his arms, blushing and feeling way too aware of my presence being so close to his. 

“Oh no, you are not,” he rolled his eyes, the air of gaiety never leaving him, “You forget I’m a Time Lord, not a human.” Nonetheless he let me down. Sadly, shortly after the reprieve from stress started, it shattered with the haunting sound of scurrying.

The darkened cave became illuminated by the entrance of a colossal, bioluminescent spider. Its tall arms were spindly and glowing mushrooms grew off its back. Goopy, mossy vines twisted around its abdomen and a glistening, acid-like substance oozed from its fanged mouth.

“Doctor, i-is that the florapod.” My eyes reflected the light as the creature’s eyes locked with mine.

“Yes, Eddie, I suppose it is.” He stated, matter of fact. He started to move.

“Wait! Don’t. Move.” I whispered to him. “Most spiders have poor distance sight.” 

“How do you know-?” 

“I don’t know how, I just do. Trust me.” I side eyed him, confusing myself in the process. I had never done any sort of research on spiders before, but my gut just knew.

“We need to find a way out.” 

“I know, but we have to do it slowly. Don’t let it catch your movement.” We start to move against the back of the cave, looking for any loose rocks, or give in the wall, but nothing seems to work. After a few clambering struggles to try and find a way to knock part of the wall down.

I wasn’t paying attention to my footing, so I slipped. Falling to my knees kept the spider web that launched right at me, lost aim and instead shot right above my head. TheDoctor grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. 

“Doctor! Wait!” I wailed as my shins skidded and skinned on the ground. He was moving too fast; I couldn’t regain my footing.

“We have to move! Now!” He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. Running fluidly across the rocks, all the while scanning the area with his sonic screwdriver. Trying to find a weak point in the rocks in which he could exploit. 

“Doctor!” I tried to get his attention, but he didn’t respond. “Doctor!” I howled again, now hitting his back with my fists. “Doctor! Look!” and as he finally looked over his shoulder to find the icky, fungus covered spider crawling towards them. Before the doctor could move out of the way, webbing shot out at me and dragged me off his shoulder. 

The air whipped my shoulder length hair around my face as the florapod threw me through the cave until I landed in a harsh sliding stop. A rotten case of road rash blossomed with red blood on the right side of my body. As I got my bearings, I could hear my companion shouts echo across the cave walls. 

“Eddie!” He shouted as I got to my feet, “Run in a Circle!”

“What?!”

“Run! Run around it in a circle!” his hands cupped his mouth as he projected his plan.

Realizing the webbing was still attached to my back, I understood what he was telling me. I started running, gnawing on my inner cheek to distract from the pain. As I ran, the spider’s own web wound around its legs, ruining its balance. 

As it toppled, I tried my best to get out of its way, and barely managed as I leaped towards the Doctor on the other side of the cave. 

All I could hear was the beating of my own heart, and the pants pushing out of my lungs.

“Eddie?” The sensation of a warm hand rubbing my back between my shoulder blades brought me back to the present. “Don’t worry, hold still.” He held me still by pushing down on my shoulder, squeezing me against the rock below.

“Wait, Hold on! What’re you-!” My eyes widened when I saw a sharp, blade-like, rock come down towards the middle of my spine. I awaited the impact, but didn’t feel much.

“Oh, stop being a baby,” He held out his hands in a disarming manner after he set down the, now web-covered, rock. “I was just getting this nasty webbing off of ya.”

I sighed with relief. 

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[angstea]

shadows tangle like a vine

Fandom: Doctor Who

Series: Auctober 2024

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Spy and Spymaster

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Summary: The Master encounters a human while scavenging the Rift in Cardiff

AN: Okay so this is incredibly self indulgent, I know. This OC was originally a self insert but things went off the rails

All you need to know is that this is after The Giggle and the Master escaped from the tooth and fled to Cardiff. Don't ask how he escaped, I don't know.

Title is from Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage

Written for Auctober Day 13: Vivid Imaginations

Read on AO3

It was so easy to slip into the disguise once more. It was almost natural how quickly his features smoothed out into a soft smile and kind eyes. The torch beam illuminating the alley way trembled in the human's shaking hands.

The persona of a sweet and caring man unfolded in his mind. He could almost feel the concern burning in his chest and the fluttering excitement of finding something alien and new.

"Sorry I scared you, kid." he apologised softly, taking another step towards them.

"Don't call me kid. Now can you get lost?" they sneered the words and gestured the torch down the street.

The Master wanted to smile but kept it at bay. Oh, he liked this one. The aggression used in a desperate attempt to cover up fear. He could certainly relate.

"Do you even know what that thing is?" he nodded over to the hunk of rock glowing in a sickly green.

"Yeah, I do. Besides, not like you can tell what it is, I could tell you anything."

"I do know what it is, actually."

They rolled their eyes. The annoyance was palpable in the air.

"Sure. You know what a Rutan fossil looks like."

"Yeah I do. And I can also tell you that they're a species at war with the Sontarans and their bioluminesense is stronger when they're alive."

The human glanced between him and the fossil with a raised eyebrow. Wind whistled down the alley to fill the silence. Finally, they muttered "I didn't know that."

"See?" he got a little closer and grabbed the fossil from the ground. "I'll let you keep it if you want, I just want to take a look."

The human shuffled over to stand next to him, peering at the fossil curiously.

"So, how do you know alien stuff?" they asked.

The character of O flooded through him, backstory filling the gaps in vivid detail. He recalled the messy shack in the outback, newspaper articles and confidential files he really shouldn't have had on every surface.

"Looked into it professionally and as a hobby. You?"

The human shrugged. "You don't grow up in a hotspot for alien activity without hearing about the Doctor and Torchwood." Their face twisted slightly, conflicted. Then they shook their head and nodded at the fossil. "Can you tell me more?"

Curious. That was good. He was beginning to like this human. But he had something else he had to ask first.

"You know about the Doctor?"

They scoffed, shoulders tensing. "Yeah."

"You don't seem fond of them."

"No." They didn't elaborate, glaring into the distance.

The Master couldn't help a laugh. The human flinched away.

He may not associate with humans often, but he could make an exception for this one.

[superspookyjanelle]

FIC CHARACTER AESTHETIC: Apollo

Apollo, throwing their head into Gemma 's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Gemma , lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[smokietaylor]

TFW: you get to add in the “what did he say to you?😠” line into a fic.

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

The Molly Yates Chronicles is finally up!

And by that, I mean the rewrite/reworking. I will be breaking Molly's story up into separate fics. Something Wicked This Way Comes is the first story, which will cover Molly's early years. The prologue is up and I should have the second chapter up by the weekend.

Summary:

By all appearances, Molly Yates is just a normal little girl living with a single father and younger sister in San Francisco. But appearances can be deceiving. Strange things happen around Molly. And that is before her grandfather tells her that aliens are real.

Prologue: All in the Cards

Molly's parents meet.

Tagging those who might be interested @themaradwrites @witchofthemidlands @curiousdamage @bardic-tales @watermeezer

@cecexwrites @arrthurpendragon @the-time-lord-oracle @tempests-of-hope

[goeldicotton]

I drew some expressions for my widdle idiot at work today

(God help the time lord who needs to put up with her honestly @thedoctors-and-lin )

[imaginationfever13]

Looking for beta readers for fanfic

Currently working on a whole bunch of fanfics and would really love to work with some beta readers/critique partners! Fandoms are Doctor Who, Harry Potter and Supernatural - all OC stories (but come on, am I known for anything else?)

You might know me as Sonny13 on ff.net or ImaginationFever on Ao3!

Please PM me for details!!

[temperancecain]

I finally did it!! The full chapter one of I Found Love When It Wasn't Supposed To Be is out in the world!!

I hope people enjoy reading it!!

[tens-girl]

Just shaking my head in wonder at the six degrees of separation that leads to me writing a scene in which Aziraphale is in Trish Walker’s apartment.. I mean the missing link is quite clearly David Tennant but still - how did I get here?! Fanfic is amazing!

(Crowley and Jessica Jones by the way, is one of those accidental combinations I never knew I needed, but my god, the snark meters have broken every time they’re in the same room…)

Anyway… first 12 chapters of ‘The Twin in Purple’, my Who Omens meets Kilgrave crossover, are currently on AO3, and that’s just over half the story I think.

CW: violence, mind control (duh), rape/non con, explicit sexual scenes, self harm, suicide and/or murder (it’s Kilgrave so blurry lines). Warnings mostly for chapter 10 onwards, up until then it’s a slightly fucked up romance.