#graham o'brien x reader

[wolfish-nightmares]

Mortem Obire

Pairings: Hannigram x reader x Collectkin

Warnings: gore, violence, bad language, sex (non/dub-con), throat fucking, vomiting, Asa, 18+

Category: Angst, fluff, smut

Word Count: 8.4k

Summary: Death is always the hardest to face. 

The Four Faces of Death Masterlist

You could run away if you tried but with nobody around you knew running would only land you with knives in your back. Asa caught your attention and shook his head as if he could read your thoughts. Will gently rubbed your shoulder as you stared down Asa. He simply smirked and continued to help Arkin load the plane while Hannibal talked to the pilot. 

During dinner Hannibal had explained that he would be moving everyone to Florence so that you all could start over. Now even then you probably could have put up a fight, maybe you could have screamed at them until he decided something differently or until Dr. Emory, or Asa as he’s demanded you call him, decided to knock you out. 

You knew that the only way you'd get away from them was if you killed them all, something you definitely couldn't do. At least maybe not now so it was just easier for you to give in. 

Instead the only fight you put up was that Will got to bring his dogs. You wailed and screamed until they untied your arms and you got to make your demand to Hannibal. When Will understood what you asked he too put his foot down. Once Hannibal agreed you finished dinner like it was a regular night. 

You were pulled from your thoughts when Asa held out the bowl of meatballs to you. Hannibal’s condition for bringing the dogs was that they’d be asleep during the flight so he cooked up meatballs that had sleeping drugs inside. You took the bowl and happily passed them out to Will’s dogs and Asa’s two. Once they all had their meatball and a quick ear scratch, you turned to give Asa the bowl back but he slammed you against the plane. The grip on your throat was so tight you wheezed with every breath, he pressed his body against yours and chuckled in your ear. Instead of pulling out a knife like you expected he grinned as he brought a meatball to your lips.  

“You’re going to take a nice nap on the trip.” 

Eating it was far easier than fighting so you opened your mouth, besides sleeping through the entire trip would definitely be better. He kept you pinned as you ate the meatball and didn't let you up until he inspected your mouth. When he shoved his fingers all the way to the back of your throat you knew he wasn't just doing it to check if you ate it. 

When he was finally satisfied after making you gag a third time he roughly shoved you to Arkin who guided you on to the plane. Hannibal was apparently still talking to the pilot but Will already was sitting down and was waiting for you. He seemed to know about the drugged meatball as well because he had a blanket and pillow sitting in what was apparently your seat. 

Arkin stood in front of you until you got into a comfortable sleeping position which was laying halfway across Will’s lap. He praised you for being so good as he laid the blanket over you. The drug began to work almost as instantly as you relaxed. Soon enough it was too hard to keep your eyes open and you just fell asleep. 

When you woke up the sun was shining through the open curtains. You were snuggled against someone, from the amount of scars you could feel you assumed it was Arkin. You didn't have your clothes on anymore, instead in pajamas you didn't recognize. 

The curtains fluttered in the wind and you sat up to look around. The room was beautiful, it had a warm golden color scheme that felt like something out of a movie. The bed was soft and large, far larger than Hannibal's old bed. Arkin laid next to you, seemingly still asleep. He was shirtless and the golden morning sun made his pale scars stand out. You gently traced the ones on Arkin’s chest and wondered what Asa had done to him. 

A wild scream tore through the silence of the house. Arkin grabbed your arm and pulled you back down on the bed. He held you against him as someone suddenly came through the door. 

“Still sleeping?” 

Arkin nodded and kept you from turning your head. You could tell it was Asa by his voice and wanted to see what he was doing but obviously Arkin was trying to sell that you weren't awake yet. He seemed to know what he was doing so you just went limp against him and evened out your breathing. 

“What happened?”

“Nothing yet really, the specimen has a good set of vocal cords on her, I'm thinking about tearing them out. She's been a pain in the ass,” he spat the last sentence with so much venom you nearly flinched. 

“I'll be down to help in a bit. I want to make sure they actually wake up first.” 

Asa didn't say anything and you listened to the sound of his heavy boots as he left the room. Once he left Arkin gently brushed the stitches on your thigh, whispered a quick apology and got up, probably to go help Asa with his “specimen.” While he got dressed you left the room, wanting to explore the house. You just hoped you didn't run into the specimen, although you guessed Asa had that hidden away.  

The entire house seemed to have the same golden sunlight theme that made it feel warm, especially paired with the morning glow. You walked down the hallway and noticed a few more rooms, all of them were decorated differently. Two were offices, you could tell which one was Asa’s because of all the insects plastered all over his wall. You assumed the other office was Hannibal's. There were two more rooms but you didn't care to check them. 

You made a quick stop at the bathroom before going downstairs. Will’s dogs were all waiting at the bottom and you sat down on the last step so you could pet them. Arkin came pounding down the steps and breezed past you with a quick pat on the head. 

The dogs followed behind him and so did you but the smell of the kitchen caught your attention so you turned around to head that direction. The kitchen definitely had a fancy, culinary look but it fit well with the house. Hannibal was standing over the stove cooking something. He grinned when he saw you. 

“Good morning, you slept for a long time.” 

You gave him a dead look, he said that he wasn't the one who made the damn meatball. He chuckled and asked if you'd like to help. Exploring the house more was your only mission so you shook your head and left the kitchen. You found a large dining room that had the same fancy style of Hannibal’s old house. There were all kinds of incredible decorations, you stayed in the room to look at all of them.

Eventually you left and found an open set of double doors that led to another room with a back wall of windows. There was a small set of concrete stairs leading down and you could see all the dogs laid out in the sun streaming through the large windows. You also found Will sitting at one of the couches watching something on the TV. You padded down the steps and joined him on the couch. 

“Good morning,” he lifted his arm so you could lean against his side. “The dogs have been waiting for you.” 

And if on cue Winston hopped up on the couch and laid down next to you, followed by one of Asa's dogs. You leaned down to pet Max and Jack as they came to lay down by Will’s feet. The others didn't care to move. You decided to stay with Will because you've already seen every part of the house you needed to. The lullaby from the TV had you in a daze, and you drifted off to sleep again. 

“Hannibal finished breakfast,” Will shook you awake and helped you stand. You were still sleepy as he pulled you up and led you to the table in the dining room. 

You let him sit you down and did your best to fully wake up as Hannibal, Arkin, and Asa came to the table. There were tons of different foods and Hannibal asked what you'd like to drink. It took a bit of prodding to get you to choose but eventually you did and he brought you both your drink and plate while Asa talked about how Hannibal had been able to find them jobs at a university. 

“There's an opening for you too,” Asa looked at Will as Hannibal continued to hand out plates of breakfast. 

You began to eat since the conversation didn't concern you and you realized that one of the dogs had slipped in and crawled under your chair. You grinned as his nose bumped your leg. You broke off a piece of sausage and slipped it down to the dog. From the feeling of his fur you assumed it was Harley. 

“No, I got a slot at the farmer's market up the road, I'm gonna sell our produce and some fish I catch from the river,” Will responded and you wondered how they had put together a life over here so quickly.  

“Arkin will be here to help you with that then,” Asa looked over at you. “You aren't allowed beyond the fenceline unless one of us is with you. Understand?” 

You nodded your head and did your best to not draw attention to the way you were about to toss the sausage piece down to Harley. Asa went back to eating so you quickly dropped the food down and went back to feeding yourself as well. 

Once you finished breakfast you excused yourself and went back to the room with the windows which, according to Hannibal, is called sunroom. There was a large bookshelf against the wall, it was stocked full of books, records, all kinds of string and thread, fishing and gardening equipment. There was also stuff that looked like a bug hunting kit, you assumed it was Asa’s. There were even a couple board and card games. 

You pulled a book off the shelf and curled yourself up in one of the chairs. One of Asa’s dogs hopped up there with you and laid down against your legs. You could tell from her collar she was the one laid with you and Winston earlier. You gently ran your fingers through her fur as you read. The book was so entertaining that you didn't notice how much time had passed until you were nearly finished with it and Will came to grab you for lunch. He walked you to the kitchen before disappearing off to somewhere in the house. 

Lunch was simple, something that completely threw you off, Hannibal had set out all the ingredients for everyone to make their own sandwich. Asa was already there making his along with Arkin. You wanted to ask him about his dogs' names but had he made it clear he wasn't going to communicate with you through sign. He caught you looking and asked what you wanted. 

You sighed, fought back the gag that crept up your throat and took a deep breath, “I want to know your dog's names….please.” 

He grinned as your voice shook, you hated the way he looked at you. Every time you talked he got this chilling look in his eyes. You could talk perfectly fine if you wanted to, the cut didn't change anything about your tongue, silence just always felt safer. Now, talking felt like you were giving into him but you just really wanted to know their names. 

“Arachne is the girl and Wasp is the boy. Arkin helped me name them.” 

You just nodded as you began to make your sandwich. There were so many options and you knew that the dogs would probably love most of it. So you put all the condiments you wanted on the side and stacked your sandwich full of everything. Asa watched you with a grin but not a warm one. 

“Arachne likes pickles, Wasp likes ham with his turkey,” Arkin commented as he walked off with his sandwich. You watched him open a hidden door in the back of the kitchen and walk down the stairs. That's probably where Asa was holding his collection. Your stomach twisted at the thought of how quickly he was able to start that again. 

Asa snapped to grab your attention, “Don't feed them too much but you can give them snacks during lunch.” 

He took his plate and left through the same door Arkin did. You threw a few more things on your plate before going back to the sun room so you could eat lunch with the dogs. As Arkin said, Arachne chomped up every pickle you gave her and Wasp did refuse the turkey until you wrapped it up with a slice of ham. It was kind of shocking how spoiled they were. Will’s dogs however had no care and ate everything you gave them. 

Nobody else came into the sun room for the rest of the day. So you spent the time lounging around with the dogs, reading, watching TV and wondering if this was going to be the rest of your life. When Hannibal found you laid out on the ground with the dogs he promised you that you'd have things to do tomorrow. He seemed to understand your boredom. 

Dinner was nothing crazy, just a really tasty pasta dish and Hannibal once again promised you that tomorrow would be different because he and Asa were starting work so the house would be kicking into motion. Will and Arkin chimed in and promised they had things planned to do with you. You didn't contribute to the rest of the conversation and just ate your dinner.

As Arkin and Asa washed dishes, Will taught you how to make the dog's food. You could feel the way Asa stared you down as you chopped the ingredients. The only time he looked away was when Will asked him to get the meat. He went down through the same door he did after lunch and came back with a bag of suspicious looking meat. You couldn't watch as Will chopped it up. 

When it was made, Will and Asa showed you how to distribute the food. As soon as you sat the last bowl down, Asa grabbed your arm and dragged you upstairs to his office. He sat down in his chair and pulled you onto his lap. He didn't say anything, just began typing away on his computer, something for the university. You just sat there. It was probably safer not to argue with him about it and besides you had nothing to do. The sound of his typing eventually lulled you to sleep on his lap. 

You woke up to the sound of Hannibal and Asa getting ready for work. It was only you and Will left in the bed, he seemed to be reading something on his iPad while he stroked your back. He poked your nose once he noticed you were awake. You scooted up closer to him and he immediately planted a kiss on your forehead. He scattered kisses all over your face as you giggled.

For a moment he paused and looked at you then pressed his lips against yours. You were shocked but kissed him back immediately. Never would you deny your attraction for Will and while you didn't expect it, you'd also never turn him down. He held you closer to him as he kissed you with more eagerness. It was so intoxicating you didn't even notice you weren't breathing until he broke the kiss to get a breath. You sighed as he kissed your neck, the feeling of his beard against your skin made you shiver. 

“Mm could I have some good morning kisses?” 

You gasped as Hannibal came through the door, Will just grinned and laid back down. Hannibal was already dressed and holding a tray of food you assumed was for you and Will. He raised his eyebrows at you, like he was expecting you to answer. You nodded and he passed the tray to Will as you sat up. He brought his face closer but not all the way so you leaned up and pressed your lips to him. He caught you before you could pull away and kissed you more. Hannibal was much slower and passionate about kissing compared to Will’s deep and eager style. Hannibal held your face as he gently kissed you again and again. 

“Enjoy the day my loves,” he gave you another quick kiss before leaning down to kiss Will goodbye too. He grabbed his jacket and left. 

Everything had happened so fast and the unexpecting kissing left your head feeling fuzzy. They acted like kissing was something you all did everyday. You stayed frozen and wondered what the dynamic between you and them was going to be like, obviously it was changing. This wasn't something they ever did with you before moving.

“Go get Arkin up for breakfast,” Will patted your thigh to get your attention. “He's down the hall in his and Asa’s room.” 

You climbed out the bed and went to the end of the hall. Their door was slightly cracked but you were too scared to enter so you just knocked on the door. Before you could finish knocking Asa swung the door open and left, he walked past you like you weren't there. You stood and watched him leave as you waited at the door. 

“You can come in, baby.” 

Arkin was sitting up in bed when you stepped into the room. He looked like he'd been attacked, his hair was disheveled and his shirt looked like it had been ripped open. There were dark hickies covering his chest and neck. He smirked as you stared at them. 

“It’s his form of marking, a way to let you know you're his,” Arkin caught your attention when he spoke. “When he marks you, he's separated the line between lust and love. Just be careful though…you'll never expect it when he finally gets you!” 

He growled and sprang from the bed. You screamed and ran as he playfully chased you out down the hall. He chased you all the way back to Will and Hannibal's room and you jumped on to the bed to hide behind Will. Arkin burst through the door with a loud roar. You giggled and screamed as he pretended to be a bear. He caught your ankle and pulled you away from Will. 

When the dogs started barking and howling downstairs, Will settled you both down. You climbed into bed and went back to your spot next to Will. Arkin sat next to you as Will set up the tray for breakfast. 

Arkin flipped through the TV channels as Will spread the jam on your toast. You wanted to do it but Will insisted that he do it. Arkin suddenly squeezed your side and you squealed. You noticed how all of them would constantly do things to get a sound out of you. The constant ticking, poking, smacking, and scaring you gave it away. They didn't really hide it either but you also didn't understand why they had such an obsession with hearing you. Arkin tried to tickle you but you screamed and pushed his hands away. 

Once you all stopped fooling around and finished your breakfast, Will suggested that everyone go with him to the lake and you rushed to get dressed. Majority of your wardrobe had just become the others’ clothes, Hannibal had promised he would get clothes for you soon, so you slid on a shirt of Arkin's and a pair of shorts you found. Will had you wear his fishing vest and found a hat for you too. He apparently planned to teach you how to fish. 

You and Will met Arkin and the dogs in the sun room. It took awhile to gather all the gear and it didn't help that Buster and Ellie got tangled in some loose string. You giggled as Will freed the dogs and handed you the string. When everything was finally packed and the dogs were all calm, Arkin led everyone outside. 

This was the first time you had actually seen the entirety of the back yard. It was beyond the size of any backyard you've seen. You didn't even know there was a pool. There was a huge garden full of vegetables and fruits. Will pointed out the chicken coop to you and Arkin. The garden was Will’s but the chickens were Hannibal's. You giggled at the thought of Hannibal taking care of the chickens. He didn't really look like an animal person, not even if it was for meat. 

The stream was far from the house and there wasn't an easy path to get there. There were tons of rocks in the dirt and in the grass the tree roots stuck out in ways that would kind of catch your foot, even if you were staring at the ground.  

At some point of it Arkin put you in front for some reason like you knew where to go and you accidentally tripped over a tree root that was right in front of you. You didn't even have a chance to save yourself and pain tore through your knee. 

In an instant, you were surrounded by the dogs and Will helped you sit up. It didn't look bad until Arkin wiped away the muck and dirt. The blood just started rushing from the large hunk of skin the roots and rocks ripped away. He began looking for something to cover it and eventually used his shirt. Arachne barked in his face as he ripped up his shirt. 

“I'm fixing it so I don't know why you're yelling at me,” he snapped back at her as he wrapped a shirt piece around your knee. 

You giggled as she continued to bark at him. This time it sounded more like she was arguing back with him. 

“If you have such a problem you do it!”

She sniffed the makeshift bandage and yawned. You laughed through your tears as Arkin pushed her away from you. He picked you up and began to walk back towards the house. Will began to follow but you shook your head. 

“We have to patch you up,” he sounded confused and both he and Arkin stopped so you could “talk.” You wiggled in Arkin’s arms until he put you down. 

It took an insane amount of back and forth but after a while you convinced Will to go fish. He needed some to sell tomorrow and you knew Arkin would be able to handle it. When he began to walk away you yelled and threw your arms out towards him. He turned around expecting a hug but you grabbed his face and pulled him into a quick kiss. You pushed him away as he leaned in for another. 

Arkin picked you up again as you tried your best not to laugh at the pout in Will’s face. You waved him off towards the river and blew him a kiss as Arkin began to carry you back towards the house. All the dogs except for Asa’s two followed Will. 

“Why haven't I gotten a kiss from you?” 

Arkin's question confused you. He never displayed signs of really liking you. While you had know Hannibal and Will for months now, Arkin was newer. You knew him far before the others but he had been with Asa for so long he was almost a stranger now.

Besides kissing was a new thing between you and Will. Hell, you weren't even sure what gave you the courage to kiss Will just then. You certainly didn't know where the courage came from when you kissed Arkin too.

Unlike Will and Hannibal who took control of the kiss, Arkin let you control it. At first it was just meant to be one kiss but the feeling of his lips against yours and his stubble scraping against your skin was addicting. You were so sucked into the moment that if he hadn't broken the kiss you probably would have kissed him until your mouth was raw. He didn't say anything, just gave you a grin and continued walking back to the house. 

When you got back to the house you expected him to just set you down in the sun room but he didn't. He didn't put you down in the dining room or kitchen either. Your stomach dropped when you realized he was going to take you downstairs. For a moment you tried to wiggle out of his arms as panic began to seize you but when he pinched the skin of your torn knee you screamed and stopped fighting him. 

The stairs led down into an open room with nothing but a large black couch that the dogs wasted no time hopping onto and a coffee table to match. It would have looked like a regular lounge room if it wasn’t for the other side of the wall lined with a row of metal tables that resembled the autopsy tables they used in the crime shows that came on TV. There was a short hallway that led to a bunch of rooms. He sat you down on one of the tables and you gagged at the sight of the still wet blood that covered the table next to you. Arkin grabbed your face and moved it so you faced him. 

“You don’t need to worry about what’s over there.” 

You nodded and watched him as he took off the shirt pieces, he poked around in the wound for a bit. It wasn’t painful, it was just really weird to watch him prod at a piece of your torn flesh and touch what you assumed was muscle. There were a couple small pieces of your skin that weren't fully ripped off and they just kind of awkwardly hung there. Arkin walked off to get some things and you kept your eyes focused on him. There was no telling what you’d find down here and you didn’t wanna test it. 

When he came back he sprayed your knee a couple times, for a moment it felt like he lit your knee on fire. You didn’t mean to but the unexpected pain caused you to kick your legs out, accidentally landing a hard kick to Arkin’s stomach. He doubled over and you gasped. 

“‘m sorry,” you tried to say it quietly in case it had made him mad but he just stood back up and pecked your lips. 

“It’s okay.” 

He continued on and cut off the awkward strands of flesh and then wrapped it properly. It didn’t take long and thankfully the bandage wasn’t uncomfortable, just made it harder to bend your knee. You expected him to let you walk back upstairs but he picked you up and carried you back to the sun room. He didn’t let you go when he got to the room. Instead he sat down in the chair and sat you up between his legs with your back against his chest. The moment he reclined the chair back both Wasp and Arachne hopped in there too. 

Wasp curled up between your legs but Arachne squished herself between the arm of the chair and your body. You loved how attached to your side she had become, her protectiveness of you was unquestionable. The moment you touched her she let out a deep sigh, like she had been waiting for you to pet her. You grinned and began to pet her as Arkin flipped through the channels until he found some random movie playing. 

It was surprisingly more entertaining than what you thought it was going to be. You had gotten so into the movie you didn't even realize that Arkin had his hands between your legs until you heard the sound of your zipper coming undone. For a moment you considered grabbing his arm and stopping him but when he finally touched you the thought disappeared from your mind. Your back arched and you lifted your hips against his hand. It had been far too long since someone had touched you like this. He chuckled and forced you back down. 

“Stay still or I'll stop.” 

You nodded your head and he went back to pleasuring you. He was going so slow and you gripped the arms of the chair as you desperately tried not to move. A whine crept up your throat as he slowed down even more. You could feel his grin against your neck. 

“I'll go faster if you can tell me how good it feels,” he ground his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he was. 

“It…it feels good,” your voice was quiet and he could hear the hesitance.

He kissed your neck and started to move his hand faster. As he continued with a bit more speed you let out a moan and lifted your hips again. You completely forgot about his no movement rule until he pulled his hand out of your shorts. 

“No please,” you couldn't stop yourself as he zipped up your shorts. 

“Sorry baby, I told you not to move.” 

You whined and he scrolled through the channels until he found another movie. It was painfully obvious that even if you begged he didn't plan on continuing. With no other choice you sighed and did your best to get comfortable despite the throbbing between your legs. 

The sky was beginning to grow dark when Will finally came back. You and Arkin had watched a total of seven movies and you were now flopped sideways across his lap so your legs hung off the arm of the chair. 

He held up his cooler with a big grin, “The river is incredible. I got more than enough to sell and keep.” 

As he pulled off his hat the front door opened and all the dogs took off to greet Asa and Hannibal. Arkin helped you out of the chair and you followed Will to the kitchen. You gasped at the amount of fish that he dumped into the sink. He grinned at you before he walked off. 

“What happened to your leg darling,” Hannibal asked as he entered the kitchen. 

He knelt down to inspect the bandage as you explained what happened. The way he looked up at you made your stomach flip and your hands shook a bit as you signed to him. He kissed the bandage before he stood up. 

“Let's try not to let that happen again,” he glanced over at the sink and sighed. “Will, please.” 

Will laughed as he came back with a knife, “I'll clean it don't worry.” 

Hannibal simply shook his head and left. Will helped you up on the counter top and you watched as he skinned and cleaned the fish. When Hannibal came back, he and Will began to make dinner. You stayed on the counter as they cooked and every time Will passed you he squeezed your thigh. 

Asa and Arkin passed through the kitchen on their way to the basement. Asa stopped to look at your bandage but he didn't say anything, just patted your leg and continued on. While everyone suddenly got more affectionate, Asa seemed to be getting more distant. You didn't pay no mind to it though, your gut told you that this was the calm before the storm. 

“Fish for dinner,” Arkin gave Will a questioning look. “And you're cooking?” 

“Yes, Hannibal is making dessert.”

Arkin threw you a suspicious look and you couldn't help but laugh. 

Dinner turned out great, which caused Arkin to throw you another suspicious look. You yet again couldn't help but laugh. Will pouted a bit when you laughed so you took an extra serving to make him feel better. When Hannibal brought out the dessert he made you tried to decline but Asa demanded that you eat it. It was cake and you couldn't deny that nearly every bite was better than the last but it was weighing heavy on your already full stomach. 

After dinner Asa and Arkin washed dishes as you helped Will make the food. You could tell this was going to be the nightly dynamic. Will asked Asa to get the meat again and this time the bag he brought back had an ear in it. A sick feeling settled in your stomach but you didn't say anything. There was a good chance if you did your ear would probably end up in the bag. 

It didn't take you long to realize that you were eating people. The jokes Hannibal made weren't too well hidden but as sick as it was, his food tasted good. Plus in this house making a complaint about it would do absolutely nothing. Living with them was all about picking your battles and cannibalism wasn't the battle you really wanted to fight. 

You fed the dogs and Asa brought you upstairs to his office again. This time he didn't drag you but let you follow him. You whined, each step only made your stomach hurt worse. He stood at the top and waited for you. 

“You shouldn't have eaten so much,” he grumbled once you got to the top.

“I didn't want to. You made me eat dessert,” you snapped. You really didn't want to speak to him but he got on your nerves with the remark. 

He grabbed your throat and pulled your face closer to his, “I find it interesting how you only know how to speak when you're talking back.” 

You gasped when he let you go and rubbed your throat. He pulled you into his office and on to his lap. Boredom seemed to be his favorite torture method because truly it was mind melting have to sit there as he just typed on his computer.

The only thing you could see from your angle was the shelves of insects Asa had in his office. He had a large spider that you could clearly watch as it moved. With nothing else to entertain your attention you just watched his bugs move, although you enjoyed the tarantula the most. It's slow movements and Asa's typing had you falling in and out of sleep. 

When you opened your eyes again you were still in the room but it was cold and quiet. The lights were off and Asa was gone. You groaned as you left the chair and limped over to check the spider. It was hidden and none of the other insects were moving so you left. 

Arkin was asleep in his bed and you could see Hannibal in his office. Will was nowhere to be found and the clock in the hall told you it was three a.m. The dogs were all asleep in the sun room, the kitchen and dining room were empty which left the basement. Going down there wouldn't be a good idea, even if Will did happen to be down there. Instead you turned around and decided that going upstairs was the only thing you'd be doing. 

You froze at the sound of a muffled groan. Another louder groan followed and you faced the door again. Curiosity was getting the best of you, this time the groans were getting faster and faster. Before you could talk yourself out of it you grabbed the handle and opened the door. 

A small bell was attached to the inside handle, the high pitched ring of the bell cut through the groans. In an instant everything fell silent. Dread ran through your body, you were caught. 

“Come down here,” Asa's voice was low, you could hear the anger hidden in his words. 

You took a deep breath and began to limp down the stairs. Every cell in your body begged you to run but years of running taught you that you'd only be prolonging the inevitable. Midway down the stairs Asa began to come into view. He was slouched on the couch with Will still kneeling between his legs. While Asa’s noises stopped, Will didn't. You stopped at the bottom step and watched the way he bobbed his head up and down. 

Asa stared at you as he held Will’s head down. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like the room was vibrating. A sick grin grew on Asa’s face as Will began to gag. When he began to shake Asa let him up. As Will gasped for air Asa beckoned you with his finger. 

The vibrations turned into tingling as you stepped forward. As you limped over there Will gave you a quick smile, which did help you feel a bit safer. Before you were even fully in front of Asa he kicked your leg behind you causing you to fall onto your injured leg. Pain shot through your entire body. The right side of your face felt completely numb and your entire peripheral vision was black. 

He leaned forward and grabbed the back of your head before pulling you closer. Your ears rang as your knee was dragged against the ground. The pain left you submissive as he maneuvered you around until you were in a position to his liking. When he tapped your lips you instinctively opened your mouth. As the pain subsided and your vision cleared up you could see Will move to behind you. He pulled your arms against your back and placed his other hand under your jaw.

“Stay relaxed, if you fight it gets worse,” Will's words didn't help you relax and as Asa brought his cock head to your lips your initial panic swept back like a wave. 

He gently slid his length between your lips until he reached the back of your throat. You gagged a bit but he pulled back and let you breathe again. His gentleness was unexpected and it made your stomach tingle with suspicion. He pushed his length into your mouth again and this time Will helped you set a steady pace as wrapped your lips around his cock. 

The sound of his groans went right between your legs. He leaned his head back and Will pushed your head down harder, forcing you to take Asa all the way to the back of your throat. You gagged a bit but was able to get it under control. 

“Fuck,” Asa cursed and grabbed your head. 

Will held you tighter to keep you still as Asa began to thrust into your mouth. For a moment it was tolerable but even as you gagged he didn't slow his pace. You fought to breathe as panic gripped your chest. The second gag felt like something was coming up with it but Asa still didn't slow. 

When you gagged a third time he pushed your head off him. The vomit rushed up your throat so fast you didn't get a chance to breathe. Will turned your head so you could throw up on the floor rather than Asa. You groaned and whined once you finished vomiting. 

“It gets easier,” Will rubbed your back as you spit out the last bit of offending saliva. 

Asa didn't say anything, just pulled you back to face him. You opened your mouth again and took his cock down your throat. Like Will said it did get easier and you were able to handle Asa’s bruising pace for a bit longer before you began gagging again. This time when you gagged Asa held your head down against him until your nose was pressed against his skin. 

He groaned and rocked his hips against your face, causing you to gag even harder. You cried and dug your nails into your hands as his rocking became rougher. You choked as he suddenly came down your throat with a deep guttural moan. When he finished he pushed your head off and Will helped you move as your stomach forced everything up. 

“Good job, let it all up,” Will continued to rub your back as you threw up Asa's cum and the rest of dinner you hadn't gotten up yet. “You did incredible.” 

“Go get them cleaned up,” Asa’s voice cut through Will’s praise. His belt buckle clinked against the button of his pants as he tucked himself away. 

Will helped you stand, the pain of your knee made it a bit hard but eventually he was able to help you up onto your feet. Asa said nothing else, just watched you two hobble up the stairs and out of the basement. Arachne met you both at the top of the stairs, you gave her a quick scratch before Will picked you up and shooed her away. As she trotted back off to the sun room Will carried you upstairs to the bathroom. 

“Would you like to shower with me and Hannibal?” 

The question took you back for a second but you nodded and Will left, to get Hannibal you assumed. You groaned at the sight of your now blood soaked bandage.

“We'll fix that after our shower, darling. For now let's get you undressed,” Hannibal startled you a bit as he suddenly came into the bathroom. 

Will held you steady as Hannibal helped you out of your shorts. He sighed at the state of your bandage as you pulled off the rest of your clothes. You stepped into the shower as they got undressed. Hannibal pulled off Will’s shirt and revealed the dark hickeys covering his chest and neck, much like Arkin's. He also had multiple dark hickeys on his lower stomach and near his dick. 

Hannibal chuckled, “He covered my marks.” 

What you didn't expect him to do was suddenly pull Will into an aggressive kiss. You could tell Hannibal was pissed, he was kissing Will far harder than you've ever seen before. Will ripped Hannibal's shirt open and pushed him off. 

“You let him cover mine too.” 

Hannibal grinned and you shook your head. You were tired of waiting on them so you turned the water on. Will joined you almost immediately. He pulled back against him as Hannibal stepped in as well. 

You let out an unexpected moan as Will suddenly began to suck on the side of your throat. Hannibal chuckled and you moaned again as he pulled you into a kiss. Will continued to bite and mark your throat, even moving down to your shoulder. Hannibal kissed away every cry and gasp until he too made his way down to your neck. It was overwhelming, having both of them littering hickeys all over your skin. 

You cried and whined but they didn't stop until they were satisfied with the amount they left on you. When they finished they each gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. You tiredly leaned against Will’s shoulder as Hannibal washed you up. Between them and Asa’s throat fucking you were exhausted. 

Will held you up as Hannibal wrapped you in a towel. You weakly laughed at all the jokes they made as Will carried you to the room. He sat you down on the bed as Hannibal grabbed the stuff for your bandage. You couldn't keep your eyes open so you simply listened to them talk to each other as Hannibal worked on your knee. As Will pulled a shirt over your head their voices began to fade and sleep pulled you away. 

In the beginning everything was fine. Nothing hurt when you first opened your eyes but from the moment you swallowed, your throat felt like it had been scraped open with a fork. The biggest problem with your situation was being stuck in between Will and Hannibal. They were both still dead asleep and with Will’s iron grip around your waist, you had no chance of escaping. You had no other choice than to wake them up. Hannibal woke quickly but for a moment Will just wouldn’t open his eyes. He grumbled and buried his face into your back. 

“I have to pee,” every word was painful and your voice sounded terrible but you needed him to let you go. 

He did, almost immediately and you shot out the bed to the bathroom. You spotted something in the mirror as you passed by the sink but you had to go so bad you didn’t stop to check. When you washed your hands you discovered that what you spotted in the mirror were dark hickeys. Your entire neck was covered in dark bruises.   

You just stood there staring at them. A knock on the door interrupted you. Hannibal was on the other side with a cup of tea. 

“Will told me about last night,” he handed you the cup. “It'll be sore for a day. Do these hurt?” 

He gently prodded at the hickeys on your neck and you shook your head. It was a bit tender but nothing bad. 

“Well I'm going to begin breakfast, could you wake the others for me?” 

He didn't give you any time to respond before he was off. You took your cup and went back to the room, Will was sat up and seemed to be waiting for your return.  

“How's the throat?” 

You shrugged and sipped the tea. It hurt to swallow but the warmth of the tea helped sooth the horrible pain. You jumped when Will suddenly touched your throat. He didn't poke at the hickeys like Hannibal did, just simply ran his fingers over the marks. 

“I have to feed the dogs breakfast, I'll see you at the table,” he gave you a quick kiss before he left. 

From the room you could see that Asa and Arkin's door was still closed which meant they were definitely still asleep. You finished the last of your tea and went to go wake them as Hannibal requested. The first and second time you knocked there wasn't a single sound so despite your gut feeling you opened the door. 

They were both still asleep even as you stepped into the room. You kind of expected Asa to just wake up the second you stuck your foot in the room. Arkin seemed to sense you in the room because he opened his eyes when you got to his side of the bed. He groaned and began to shake Asa awake. You turned to walk away but Asa grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the bed. 

“Who put those on you,” he didn't point but you knew he was talking about the hickeys. 

You didn't say anything, not even when he grabbed your throat. Asa knew exactly who did it, there was nothing to tell. He growled and got out of bed. You yelped as he snatched your arm and dragged you out the room. His grip on your arm was tight and every time you stumbled he just picked you up and kept going. He dragged you all the way to the kitchen where Hannibal and Will were talking. 

“Who put these on their neck,” he slung you in front of him as he yelled at them. 

“Hannibal and I did,” Will snapped back. 

“We made a deal,” Asa growled at Hannibal. When Hannibal didn't respond he pulled you back and chuckled. “Do you still want it?” 

You had no clue what he was talking about but Hannibal did. He nodded to Asa and in a second Asa was dragging you out the kitchen back upstairs. You tried to reach for Arkin as he passed you on the stairs but Asa yanked you away. He dragged you all the way up to his room and shoved you into the bed. 

“If you don't fight, I'll make it clean,” he brought his knife up to slice through your shirt. 

Again he gave you no hint of what he meant but you were too terrified to think about fighting him. As he cut through your pants you realized what he was doing. He rolled you over on to your back and unbuckled his belt. 

Surprisingly he wasn't rough as he pushed into you, probably because you stayed completely still as he did so. For a second there was a bite of pain as he fully sheathed himself inside of you but it faded quickly as he began to move. He was slow and gentle, eventually even drew a few soft moans from you. Warmth began to bloom in your stomach so you closed your eyes and focused on the sound of Asa's low groans. 

You gasped as he suddenly stopped but he just grabbed your legs, flipped you over and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. He moved his hands up to your hips and pushed himself back inside you. You let out a loud moan as he started his new pace. 

He pounded into you at a steady beat, like a drum. In, out. In, out. In, out. Boom. Boom. Boom. He fucked you with so much force your hearing became nothing but the sound of his hips hitting yours, the loud booming beat in your ear. His painfully tight grip on your hips allowed him to pull you back to meet his hips, making every stroke of his cock deeper. You wailed and grabbed his arms as pleasure grew stronger. 

Then suddenly his pace became erratic and so did the beat in your head. The beat of his hips began to feel panicked and the feeling of anxiety rushed through your body as your orgasm began to grow closer much quicker. The mix of pleasure and panic caused your body to tremble. No matter how hard you shook he kept that steady pace.

Your body relaxed as he softened his thrusts a bit and leaned forward so you could clearly see his eyes. He grabbed your throat so quickly that you didn't even get a chance to take a breath before he squeezed it. He grinned as he quickened his pace back to the panicked wild beat. 

Tears streamed from your face and your lungs burned as you clawed at his arms. He didn't stop, instead somehow his pace became more brutal. You gagged as your orgasm suddenly hit you. As your body tensed, he brought up a knife and began to slice you open starting from the base of your throat. The orgasm was so overwhelming that you didn't even realize he cut you until he was midway down your stomach. 

The fire in your lungs burned up your throat. He continued to cut you until he reached your hips. Your vision was going dark and your brain screamed for air. The buzzing in your body slowly stopped until you couldn't feel anything anymore. He stared down at you with a sick grin, his eyes colder than the devil's. As you slipped into the darkness, you wondered if this was the last time you'd look into death's eyes. 

[ao3feed-torchwood]

The Teas (12 x Reader)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53902150 by noodleleg They were called the Troublesome Trio. The Doctor, Bill Potts and Reader... They would gas a planet with laughs and save people by the dozen. They would conquer monsters and be hailed as heroes. But what really set them apart was their personalities. A very British orphaned lesbian with a deep love for the Doctor and adventure, A beautiful minded reader from a broken home who also loves the Doctor and the kindness he brings to all.. and then there's the Doctor himself... in love with a past companion he refuses to accept that it wasn't. his. fault. All have their flaws, let's see if they can fix eachother with lovely smiles and the fun they deserve. Words: 34390, Chapters: 9/20, Language: English Fandoms: Doctor Who, Torchwood Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Other Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Bill Potts, Reader, Thirteenth Doctor, Missy (Doctor Who), The Master (Dhawan), The Master (Doctor Who), River Song, Jack Harkness, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'Brien Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Twelfth Doctor & Bill Potts, Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald, Twelfth Doctor/Reader, Missy (Doctor Who)/Reader, Bill Potts & Reader, Thirteenth Doctor/Reader, Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader

[hellion-writes]

Doctor Who Incorrect Quotes #1

(Y/n), quietly: I think I love you

13, distracted: hm?

(Y/n), panicking: I said that I’d sell you to a zoo

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Alien: What are your names?

(Y/n), whispering: Can we tell them our real names?

9: No.

(Y/n): My name is... Mickey.

Mickey: The one time they remember my name...

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Yaz: Hey (Y/n), Ryan

(Y/n), visibly nervous: Hey, what’s going on?

Yaz: Why, is there something wrong?

Ryan: Nope, everything’s cool right now

(Y/n):

(Y/n): Might be some problems later, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it

Graham, from the other room answering the phone: Hello? 

(Y/n) and Ryan, cringing:

Graham: They did what?!

(Y/n): Well, we best be getting to work

Yaz: We’re in a time machine-

(Y/n) and Ryan, sprinting out of the room: You said it! Take it easy

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Amy: Why are you upside down?

11, upside down: Why are you rightside up?

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Missy: And then (Y/n) said “why can’t I be pretty like you?” 

(Y/n): That’s nowhere near what happened

Missy: It’s how I remember it

(Y/n): Yeah, cuz you’re demented

Missy: Oh, so you think I’m pretty and demented?

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11: You are alone in the woods, you’re disrespecting the buddy system

(Y/n): Actually, you were the one that left me

11: I really don’t need any sass from you right now

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Donna, watching (Y/n) fall on their face trying to save her: Oh god my life is in the hands of an idiot

10: No, no, no, no! Two idiots

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(Y/n): And that’s when it hit me! The best idea I’ve ever had in my entire life

Martha: That was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life

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(Y/n): I don’t know, I just get the vibe that you hate me or something

Dhawan!Master: What? Me, hating you?

Dhawan!Master, softly: You’re right

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Missy, ripping open the shower curtain: (Y/n), have you seen the- 

Missy: Stop screaming, it’s just me

Missy: Anyways, do you know where the vortex manipulator went?

[falloutmelody]

Now Or Never- Platonic! Graham O’Brien x Reader

(GIF IS NOT MINE, FULL CREDIT TO THE PERSON WHO MADE IT!)

WARNINGS: Mild peril and threat?? Occasional reference to death and the reader being afraid they’re gonna die, but nothing serious. This is meant to be set early on in the fam’s adventures when they’re still bonding and aren’t super used to the danger, so I pictured it happening in-between Arachnids in the UK and The Tsuranga Conundrum, but there’s no specific spoilers or references, so don’t worry! Also, not gonna lie, this was very much inspired by Graham and Yaz’s conversation from The Timeless Children, because that scene resonated with me emotionally, but again, no spoilers for that!

REQUESTED BY: @anahiranz​ Thank you so much for requesting again! And thank you for requesting for Graham! He’s been my favourite of Thirteen’s companions since The Woman Who Fell To Earth aired (no shade meant to Ryan and Yaz, because I love them a lot, but I just feel a strong connection with Graham), so I absolutely loved writing this! Feel free to request again if you would like to, you always give me such great and fun prompts! Hope you enjoy this and that it brings your image to life!

WORD COUNT: 2515! Once again, we’ve got a long one on our hands! What can I say, I just get carried away?

Anyways, requests are still 100% open if you wanna request something! Especially if it’s for Doctor Who (although, casual reminder that I currently only write for Thirteen, Sacha’s Master, Graham, Ryan and Yaz atm!). Send all requests to my ask, which you can find here!

Also, for the people who followed me for MCU stuff, I got a request for another one-shot for Natasha that I’m hoping will be up sometime next week!

So, regarding codes, Y/N as always means your name, L/N is your surname and Y/J/H means your job here (e.g. librarian, shop worker, etc. Feel free to just shove in a random job there if you don’t have one or hate your actual job!) And again, this was written from a gender neutral perspective, so anyone is welcome to read it!

The sound of your shoes on the bare concrete floor let out infrequent thuds as you raced down the hall, forcing yourself to glance back for the first time since this chase had begun. Yes, there he was. The big angry blue alien man with the frighteningly large gun that really hadn’t taken too well to you and your fellow companions prying into his affairs and asking why he was here. Ducking your head to the side as his weapon shot out another amber blast that got dangerously close to you, you decided to force yourself to up your pace. Well, you tried to anyway. At this point, you were forcing yourself to go so quickly that you were pretty sure you were mere moments from vomiting. But you couldn’t stop. If you stopped, he would catch you. And you stopping would likely result in your fellow companions stopping to help you, and then you’d all be screwed.

And then you spotted it.

A few inches ahead of you, there was a small open doorway into a dark room. The metal framing of the doorway seemed eerily similar to ones that you’d encountered a few times whilst you, the Doctor and your fellow companions had been exploring this complex, looking for the source of the distress signal the TARDIS had received earlier that day. Those doors had seals, right? That had been what the Doctor had said, right? The blonde tended to speak at a mile a minute at times, so it was a little hard to keep up with her.

Deciding that your instinct was worth at least a shot, you proceeded to quickly skid into the darkened room, taking a moment to call out a simple ‘in here!’ to your fellow companions. Whether they would follow you, you had no idea. You didn’t waste time waiting to see, almost immediately turning your attention to the small metal keypad beside the door, using the brief light from the outside hallway to see what you were doing. Your hands were shaking, in a manner almost akin to being outside on a cold day, but you tried not to let that distract you. You were frightened, of course you were, but you didn’t want to let your fear result in the demise of your friends or yourself.

Taking the sound of thudding feet and panting that soon filled the room to mean that your fellow companions had made it inside, you forced your shaking hands to input random numbers. That worked in movies, right? Jamming in random number combinations seemed to somehow always result in the desired outcome for action heroes.

And in what you could only describe as a miracle, your scrambling paid off, as the metal door suddenly slammed shut, and gave a soft chime, informing you that it had been sealed. You were safe. For now.

A few seconds passed before a soft click sounded in the room, and the light above your head illuminated and filled the room with soft amber light. Stepping back from the keypad, the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your chest being the only thing that you could hear, you finally took a moment to scan your surroundings. And then you realised something that caused your body to tense in concern.

There was only one other person in the room with you. Graham, who seemed just as breathless and tired of running as you were.

Oh god. Oh god.

Had you lost Ryan and Yaz? You could have sworn they’d been there when you’d all started running. Had something happened? You’d only really met all these people a few days back, but the mere idea of that guy in the hallway catching up with your new friends caused your stomach to drop. As Graham met your terrified gaze, it seemed to only take him a few moments to catch onto what was happening and what was running through your mind as his own expression shifted to one of concern. However, before he got a chance to speak the inevitable question, a series of loud, violent thuds sounded at the metal door. The thought crossed your mind for a moment that maybe it could have been your missing friends, but surely, they’d be calling out to you if it was them? No, no, there was no doubt about it. The alien that had been chasing you was now outside the door.

A mumbled but frantic series of swear words escaped your lips at that realisation, as you tried to will yourself to move. Time was of the essence. That alien could burst through the sealed door at any minute.

But you couldn’t.

Your whole form was virtually paralyzed with fear, terrifying thoughts of what could have happened to your friends racing through your mind as you did the only thing you could do in that moment- let out ragged, shaking breaths and try to prevent yourself from just giving up and crying.

You weren’t entirely sure how long you just stood there. Perhaps it was minutes. Perhaps it was seconds. But, finally, you were snapped out of your thoughts by Graham’s voice. “The Doc’s gonna come back and find us, right?” He questioned, causing you to turn your attention in his direction. Weakly, you gave a small nod.

“I hope so,” you mumbled quietly. The eccentric blonde had gone her own way shortly after you’d all arrived here, claiming that it’d be easier to find the source of the distress call if you split up, so god knows where she was.

Apparently, time and space travel involved following the tropes of an episode of Scooby-Doo, but hey, you were new at this, so you hadn’t complained. Now you wish you had.

Realising that you needed to at least try and act, to at least buy some time for either the Doctor to come find you or for you and Graham to come up with a plan to save yourself, you forced your legs to move. In a somewhat uncertain manner, you made your way over towards the sole thing in this room, a small shelving unit with two metal boxes on it. Apparently, you’d somehow managed to end up in some form of storage cupboard.

An alien storage cupboard. Okay.

“What are you looking for?” Graham’s tired voice asked as you began to try and rummage through the box that was closest to the floor. Try being the operative word there, with how much your hands were shaking.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, wishing that your words sounded way more confident than they did. “I just… I don’t know, there has to be something here right? Something that could help us get out or lock the door more or something?” However, your hands seemed to have other ideas, as you seemed unable to get a firm grasp on anything in the box. Not that you recognised anything in this one, so honestly, what was the point?

“Y/N?” Graham’s soft tone once again brought you out of your thoughts, although you didn’t stop nervously rummaging through the box. “Just… Just take a minute, alright? That door’s gotta be pretty tough, he’s not just gonna barge through!”

“But Ryan and Yaz are still out there! We have to at least try and do something, that’s what the Doctor would do. We can’t just sit-“ And with that, your voice finally broke, causing you to fall to silence. You tried to stay composed, to keep it together, causing you to soon duck your head down to give yourself a minute. However, the world clearly seemed against you today, as another, much louder thud sounded at the door, shortly followed by a creak that seemed to be indicating that the door was giving way. This caused a noise that you could only describe as a genuine squeak of fear to escape your lips as your eyes momentarily shut. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Y/N, Y/N, look at me,” Graham proceeded to quickly speak up once more. At least his tone indicated he was just as on edge as you. After taking a series of sharp inhales of breath, you slowly did as he asked, only realising as you looked at him that your vision was slightly blurred.

You felt as though you could be excused for tearing up at a moment like this. A few weeks ago, you’d been a simple Y/J/H in Sheffield, and now? Now you were in space, with a homicidal alien waiting outside to kill you and your new friend. How were you meant to react calmly to that? “Sorry,” you mumbled quietly, bringing your hands up to dry the water from the corner of your eyes. “Sorry, I… I just wanted to help.”

Graham gave a soft shake of his head, taking a quick moment to glance in the direction of the door as another loud thud echoed into the room, causing the shelving unit before you to physically shake. “Nah, don’t apologise. I get it. Never had this happen on the 3a bus on a Monday morning,” he responded in a light-hearted tone, his words causing a brief smile to momentarily pull at your lips. It was nice to just focus on something else besides your impending doom, even if it was only for a few seconds. “Yaz is a smart lass, I like to think she’s keeping Ryan safe. Just like you’re keeping me safe, huh?”

“Well, I’m trying. It’s easier said than done sometimes.” Graham softly chuckled at your response, lightly patting you on the shoulder as his gaze moved to look around the room. As his focus settled on something just behind the shelving unit, your expression scrunched up slightly in confusion, wondering what he’d spotted.

And then you spotted it.

There was a medium sized vent in the wall. That movie logic might just pay off once more.

Almost immediately, you and Graham got to work, pulling the shelving unit away from the wall. If you could somehow get through the vent, you could get away from here. Or at the very least, it could provide you a place to hide when the brute outside inevitably broke in.

Kneeling down to get a better look, you were surprised to realise that all you had to do was pull the vent cover off. The screws had already been pulled out. Had someone been here before you? The person who had sent out the distress call? Some poor person who had been here before this place had been abandoned? You weren’t quite sure, but you supposed the only way you would find out was by heading through. Wherever it led, it couldn’t be worse than here.

Discarding the metal cover to the ground, you brought your attention up to Graham. “You head through first, I wanna make sure you get out of here,” you quickly prompted him, soon moving out of the way so that the elder man could try and get inside the vent. He admittedly soon shot you a look of slight confusion, presumably being a little bit uncertain about the idea of just clambering through the vents to safety, but as another thud echoed into the room, he soon did as you prompted.

“You’d better follow me. Give me your word, Y/N,” Graham spoke as he tried to clamber inside as quickly as he could manage. You took a quick glance in the direction of the quickly caving in door, before looking back at him and nodding. Of course, you were going to follow. You just wanted to give him a few moments to make sure he was safely inside before following after him.

Graham seemed to accept this. “Right. God, my knees are gonna hate me for this,” the man remarked dryly, his voice slightly amplified by the metal vent. True to your word, you waited a few moments, before clambering inside, doing your best to replace the metal cover that you’d pulled off soon afterwards. Not that you reckoned it’d take the alien long to figure out where you’d gone. There were no other ways out of that room.

You crawled through the surprisingly spacious vents for only a few moments before you reached the end, ultimately ending up in what appeared to be an office room. Or at least you presumed that was what it used to be. The desks and chairs in this room were all upturned or broken. Graham helped you back onto your feet once you’d clambered out, with you both taking a quick moment to try and catch your breath.

“Guess now, the aim of the game is to try and find the others?” Graham asked, causing you to give a small nod. Hopefully, your friends had been just as lucky in getting away. As Graham went to lead the way out of the office, you proceeded to speak up once more.

“Graham?” Your words caused the man to turn back to face you, with you not wasting any time as you proceeded to lightly wrap your arms around him. “Thank you.”

You felt as though you didn’t need to elaborate any further on what you were thanking him for. Graham would understand. Yes, you knew that now probably wasn’t the right time for this, but you wanted to thank him for being there to reassure you when you needed it. Besides, after a near death experience, you felt as though you couldn’t really be judged for wanting a hug. You might not know this man super well yet, but he’d provided a source of comfort and reassurance for you several times over in the most dangerous of situations, something which you undeniably valued.

Hopefully, that friendship and the borderline surrogate parental role he’d started to provide in your life would only strengthen as you continued to travel together.

The former bus driver seemed a little bit taken aback at first by your sudden act of affection, having clearly not been expecting it, but after a few seconds, he returned the gesture, lightly holding onto you too. “No need to thank me, Y/N. Just trying to be helpful, you know?” Once again, a small smile formed on your expression at his words as you soon pulled away.

“Next time we stop off to get food, remind me that I owe you a cake or something,” you joked, before gesturing over to the door with a small head motion. “Now, you ready to run some more?” A soft somewhat tired exhale of breath escaped from Graham’s lips once more, with him clearly not being too thrilled at the idea of potentially having to run some more, before he gave a small nod.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

And with that, the two of you quickly made your way out of the room, having absolutely no idea where you were going.

But, after what had just happened and everything you’d been through on your travels with the Doctor, you liked to think that the team of Y/N L/N and Graham O’Brien could take on pretty much anything else this building might have in store.

AN: And I’m going to end it there! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As mentioned above, my requests are still 100% open if you wanna send some stuff in! Hope you’re all having a good day, and I’ll see you all next time!

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Family (13th Doctor X Reader)

Characters: 13th Doctor X Reader

Universe: Doctor Who

Warning: Disownment from family, homophobia.

Request: Could I get a 13 x neutral reader ft Ryan, Graham, Yaz where they're dating + on a trip back home to Earth to see everyone's families, 13 finds out that the reader lives alone because their family disowned them for being gay? the others rush to comfort them + y/n says they're okay because they've found a better family, meaning them, and its just really soft

The feeling of content and pure happiness was something that used to be a luxury you couldn’t afford, not matter how hard you tried. You used to have it, at least you think you did, when you were a young child, before the world’s truths and troubles came to your attention, and your own identity was brought into question, and as soon as you were exposed to that, you lost that comfort of pure happiness. You had tried to find it again, it usually making it harder to reach. At least that was until you ran into a strange yet majestic blonde woman being followed by her 3 companions, soon becoming 4 after your meeting. The second you found them, you found your happiness.

They didn’t know that. They didn’t have to. Part of you guessed they already knew, partly due to your regular occurrence of your reluctance to go home when the weekly visit home occurred, and unfortunately, that time came around again.

“Alright, see you later!” Yaz called as she waved and walked away, Graham and Ryan not far behind as they went their own way, leaving you and the Doctor at the TARDIS. She put her attention on you, expectantly. 

“What you waiting for? I’m sure you’ve got family to go and say hi to.” She questioned, nodding her head for you to get a move on. 

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You tried to smile and laugh off, going in for a final hug just to waste more time, and while she accepted it, you felt her hesitate to let go. 

“Y/N?... You’d tell me if something was up, right?” She questioned, finally parting from you. It was your turn to hesitate, fumbling over your words. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” The doctor asked, her usual smile gone and replaced with a concerned and serious frown as she kept a hand on your shoulders to keep you from running off. 

“...I don’t have a family.” The words just seemed to slip out, catching both the Doctor and yourself off guard. “I-I mean I do, but… they don’t talk to me. They want nothing to do with me, before I met you… every week when you drop me off I just spend it alone…” You admitted to her rather sheepishly. Her eyes softened, concern being replaced by sympathy… or maybe even empathy. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?... Tell you what, from now on, we’ll spend it together, how does that sound? It’ll be our own little date every week!” She suggested, and you smiled, relieved, and accepted.

The majority of the stay had gone off without a hitch- the doctor and you went out for a wander, even going to a zoo, getting ice cream and acting like kids, which was more fun than you could have imagined, before the day was coming to an end, and you headed back to the TARDIS to wait for the others. You walked around the console as the Doctor checked over her time machine to make sure everything was in working order before take off once again, and after a moment you sat down on the floor. “Thank you Doctor.” You spoke up, her eyes looking up at you. “For spending today with me. Really.” You told her, and she smiled softy. 

“I would have done it before if I’d known you’d be alone.” She assured you, and you smiled back, just happy that you had this arrangement now. “Hope you don’t mind me asking- but why don’t your family talk to you?” She brought up. You looked up at her, frowning, before pulling your legs closer to yourself to hold for comfort. The doctor came, squatting down in front of you. 

“They… they don’t like that I’m gay, so they disowned me. They completely cut me out and refuse to talk to me unless I ‘fix’ myself.” You explained, doing air quotes at the end with a sad chuckle. 

“Well, some kind of family they are.” You heard the doctor grumble sarcastically as she moved from squatting to sitting on the floor as well, her comment forcing you to crack a smile. 

“But it’s fine, because I have you now. And Yaz, Ryan and Graham… you’re my family now.” You assured her, and you saw her eyes widen a little for a moment, before you saw a rush of emotion behind her eyes, though it took a moment for yourself to realise what caused it. Family. The doctor hadn’t really heard herself being part of one in a long, long time. She hadn’t had one in a long, long time. Yet here she was, being a part of yours without realising it. 

“Well… if it means anything, I’ll never turn my back on you, because that’s what real family means.” She assured in return, it now being your turn to fight back tears, before she smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Tell you what- you can decide where our next adventure is, so where do you want to go?” 

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[fabulouspotatosister]

is it still you?

summary: getting left behind is never easy. being found is even harder.

word count:  6,127

gif(s) by: @gabrielokun, @elenaglbert​

a/n: hello there, everyone! welcome to my first proper fic since the school year started! you might have seen this on that wip title game i did a little while back, and here it is! thank you to @penguinwithitsarseonfire​ for reminding me that this idea even existed and inspiring me to write it :0 hope you’re all doing well lovelies!

~ o ~

“Amy, I’ll be fine.”

Amy rested against the console, one delicate eyebrow raised as she watched you hover by the Doctor’s side. You were watching him tinker with something on the console, but you could still feel Amy boring holes into you. “Right, just in case we forget the last time you said you were gonna be fine - remind me again why you’re the one doing this?”

“Because I’ve done it a bunch of times!” You glanced up at Amy, then shrunk back at her piercing gaze. You were definitely being judged. You swallowed the urge to say “sorry, mom”. “Reconnaissance. Right, Doctor?”

“Right,” the Doctor replied, sounding slightly distracted. He was peering at what looked like an earbud through a magnifying glass. His coat lay abandoned, flung carelessly over one of the chairs in the console room. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of large circular goggles rested over his face as he worked. He was cute, but you’d never say that to his face. “I’ve tracked the weapon to this planet, but they’re a hivemind - if they see me, they’ll raise an alarm. I need you to be my eyes and ears.”

“Aye aye, captain,” you said cheerfully, raising a hand to your forehead in a mock salute. “Racked up your fair share of enemies, huh?”

“Oh, you know me.” The Doctor poked at the earbud-thingie with a sparking device. “I’m like James Bond.”

“You wish you were like James Bond,” Amy piped up. 

“Oi!” The Doctor looked up, indignation written over his face even through the huge goggles. “I’d make a great spy.”

Amy grinned at you. Something dangerous glittered in her eyes. “You’d trip over those laser things and set off a bomb with those limbs of yours.” 

The Doctor made a frustrated noise, and buried his nose in the magnifying glass again. 

“Okay, maybe not James Bond,” you said. You let your hand rest on his shoulder, trying not to jostle him as he started connecting some very thin wires. “I think you’ve got the gadgets down, though. You’d be the Quartermaster.”

“The man in the chair,” the Doctor muttered. 

“Yeah, the man in the chair,” you repeated. Absentmindedly, you let your hand wander, travelling down his back slightly. The Doctor went still. “You’ve got a very important job.”

“...Yep.” The Doctor’s voice was strained. 

“Okay, enough, lovebirds,” Amy said. She raised a finger before the Doctor could protest against the “lovebirds” comment. “Is she gonna be gone long?”

“Hopefully not,” the Doctor answered. “Just long enough for me to find out where they’ve landed so I can shut off their queen. It shouldn’t be too far. Twenty minutes, tops. And - aha!”

The Doctor grinned widely at you, pushing the goggles off his face. “That should do it. Look -” He plucked the earbud from the console and beamed at it. “Your very own communicator. Brand new! You don’t even need your phone.” It gleamed silver as he turned it over in his hands. “It links up directly to the TARDIS so we can hear you twenty-four-seven. Or seventy-two seven here.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said, and if it was possible, the Doctor beamed brighter. You reached out to take it, but the Doctor moved forward before you could snatch it from his hand.

“Hang on, let me,” the Doctor said softly. He leaned down, brushing his hand against your hair, and you shuddered. Some kind of heavy silence fell over the two of you as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and gently pushed the communicator in - it fit snugly, almost like it was made for you. Which it was. When he spoke again, his voice was hushed. “There we go.”

Amy met your gaze. Lovebirds, she mouthed.

Shut up, you mouthed back. 

The Doctor ran to the other side of the console, picking up the telephone and quickly punching in some numbers. There was the whining sound of feedback in your ear. He tapped the receiver, and the soft tap tap tap felt like someone tapping directly on your brain. “Can you hear this?”

“Loud and clear.” He tapped again, and you winced. “Ow.”

“Sorry,” the Doctor said. He raised the phone to his lips and spoke again, but quieter. The sound sent shivers down your spine, and you tried not to visibly tremble. “It doubles as a tracker, so I’ll know exactly where you are.”

“Useful,” you squeaked out. Amy waggled her eyebrows at you, and you didn’t have the strength to tell her to stop. “Anything else?”

“Nope!” the Doctor said, setting down the phone with a thunk. “Alright! I think you’re all set, mission control.”

You frowned. “I thought you were mission control.”

The Doctor opened his mouth, as if to say something, but caught himself. He settled on smiling instead, the corners of his lips turning up meekly. “My mistake. You’ve been mission control before, I just…”

“Yeah, when you lost the TARDIS with me in it,” you said, giving him the gentlest smile you could muster. “Remember that? Good times.”

The Doctor hummed in reply. He shifted in place, staring at you, his hands hanging limply by his sides. In the dim, yellowish light of the TARDIS interior, you couldn’t tell if he was blushing or not. He stood there for a moment, his lips slightly parted, seemingly lost in thought.

“Hey,” you ventured. The Doctor jumped at the sound of your voice, his gaze darting up to meet yours. “You okay?”

“Always,” he said quickly. “I’m just seeing you off. That’s what I’m doing.”

He was not, in fact, just seeing you off. This was typical Doctor behavior - he was dodging the question. It was almost frustrating, but the way he looked like he was pouting took the edge off the frustration a little bit. But only a little bit. “Are you worried?”

“Me?” The Doctor pulled a confident face, the one he put on when he wasn’t. “Never.”

If you weren’t looking at the Doctor, really looking at him, you would have believed him. But then there was rule one - after some time, the Doctor had turned into an open book for you. The way he stood, very still when he was usually bouncing off the walls, told a different story.

You met his eyes, and something shifted. His face morphed, from confident to bittersweet, to an expression that looked almost mournful. He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Oh, bugger it,” the Doctor muttered under his breath. 

“Doctor - oh!”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, pulling you flush against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and squeezed. He dipped his head down onto your shoulders, his face disappearing into your neck. Amy whistled, but you didn’t hear her - you were too busy focusing on feeling the Doctor’s lips on your skin, and his breath, warm against it, and - well -

“I wasn’t expecting that,” you gasped out.

The Doctor didn’t reply - just squeezed tighter. This face was most definitely a hugger, but they were mostly short and sweet. Little celebratory hugs. These hugs were reserved for certain moments, and certain people. 

“I’m the man in the chair, of course I’m worried,” he finally muttered. “It’s sort of my job.”

“You’ll keep me safe,” you said. You leaned back, and the Doctor lifted his head to look at you. “Mission control, remember? You’ll be there to guide me.”

The Doctor peered at you. “You trust me,” he said quietly, like he couldn’t believe it.

“After all this time, how could I not?” You gave him another soft smile. “You’re trusting me to do this, I’m trusting you to keep me safe.”

“Just -” The Doctor sighed, ragged, and squeezed his eyes shut. When they opened, they were filled with a familiar concern. “Promise me you’ll be careful. I can’t lose you too.”

The last part was nearly a whisper. The sound of his voice tugged at your heart. 

“You won’t,” you said, pulling away from his embrace. Disappointment flickered in the Doctor’s eyes as you stepped backwards towards the doors. “Ever.”

“Okay,” the Doctor said. He looked you over, his expression turning serious. “Ready?”

You nodded. “On your signal, captain.”

A grin slowly spread across the Doctor’s face, childlike. “Captain. I like the sound of that.”

Amy ran up to you, pulling you into another quick hug. She looked just as concerned as the Doctor when she pulled away, holding your face protectively. “Seriously, be safe, alright? I don’t want to be stuck with him without you.”

“Noted,” you replied, and Amy brightened.

���My company isn’t that bad, is it?” the Doctor asked. 

“It’s unbearable,” you joked, and the Doctor pouted. Amy laughed, you laughed, and eventually the Doctor joined in too, chuckling quietly under his breath.

The TARDIS doors swung open slowly, and a gust of cold air burst through them. You walked backwards, waving your fingers at the two in a two-fingered salute, and creeped quietly through the doors.

The first thing that startled you was the smell. The familiar smell of wet grass. A light drizzle fell on your skin, and you looked up. The sky was dark and full of stars - in the distance, you could see the faint lights of flickering street lamps and lit up windows. You could hear the faint sounds of people chattering and cars passing through the night. All of these things were things you knew -

“Doctor, we’re not in the right place,” you said, tapping your earpiece. 

A feedback whine, then the Doctor’s voice, loud and clear as if he was beside you. “What? No, the coordinates were right, I checked -”

“Check again.” Something felt off. You took a hesitant step backward, your back resting against the TARDIS doors. “This is Earth.”

“No, it can’t be,” the Doctor said, incredulous.

“I can see houses in the distance,” you said, “human houses. Unless this is a really convincing simulation, I’m really sure we’ve just landed back on my home planet.”

“Why’d you send us here, old girl?” he asked quietly, probably to the TARDIS. You could faintly hear the TARDIS hum and beep in reply. Then, sharply: “What?” 

"Doctor?” you asked. You tried to keep the fear from creeping into your voice.

“Come back inside, quickly,” the Doctor snapped. 

The urgency in his voice scared the hell out of you, and you straightened, whirling around to face the doors. The handles rattled, but the doors didn’t budge. “I can’t,” you gasped. 

“They’re not locked.” The Doctor’s voice sounded strange through the earpiece. It was getting fuzzier, the ends of his sentences tapering off into silence. “I’ve unlocked them, you should be able to get inside -”

You moved to try again… and your hand passed right through the door handle. You stumbled forward, shocked, and stared at your hand like it was the one that had turned transparent. Then the air started shimmering, and you heard the beautiful wheezing and singing of the TARDIS’s engines -

It was leaving you behind.

“No, no -” Your voice was like molasses in your mouth. You pressed yourself against the doors. They were still solid, still there. The door handles were impossible to grab now, just a faint image in the air, and a sob crawled up your throat. “Doctor, don’t leave!”

A yell ripped through the earpiece, and you winced - the Doctor only ever raised his voice when he was furious. You curled your fists and pressed them against the doors. 

“This can’t be happening, this -” Another strangled noise. It sounded like a sob, and your eyes blurred with tears. “Stay put,” the Doctor said, his voice trembling with emotion. 

If you imagined hard enough you could feel him on the other side of the door. “Okay,” you replied shakily, and sniffed. 

“I’ll come find you.” The Doctor sounded like a broken man. Your name falling from his lips sounded like a promise. “I -”

His voice cut off, and the TARDIS was gone.

You pitched forward and didn’t even bother to put up a fight - your knees buckled underneath you, and you fell onto your knees in the wet grass. Sharp rocks dug into your skin. You could barely feel their jagged edges. You looked up at the night sky as the drizzle slowly eased into a rainstorm, and suddenly your home planet had never felt so alien before. 

“Doctor?” you whimpered, your voice impossibly small. It was foolish, thinking the Doctor could hear you, but you didn’t care - “Doctor, can you hear me?”

Nothing. You were soaked now, raindrops running down your face and blurring with your tears. Biting back another sob, you tried again. “Please - come back, okay?”

The silence was deafening. 

You didn’t know how long you had spent in the rain. Long enough for the lights in the windows to shut off, one by one; long enough for chattering and the sounds of passing cars to quiet down; long enough for the rain to fall even harder than before. Long enough for you to stop shivering from the cold, and long enough -

Long enough for something to block the onslaught of the rain. Blearily, you looked up at the face of a young woman in a police uniform, holding an umbrella over the both of you.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” she asked softly. The tone of her voice was enough to make you start bawling again, as if you hadn't spent the last hour just crying your eyes out. “You shouldn’t be out here in the rain.”

“I know, I just -” How could you explain this to her? “I’m lost,” was what you settled on. 

The woman’s face brightened in a reassuring smile. “Not to worry, I'm here to help."

You nodded, bringing yourself to your feet. The policewoman held out her hand for support, and you wrapped your hands around her arm. You didn’t trust your legs to keep you upright right now. “Sorry, weird question, but - where am I?”

She probably thought you were drunk. That was a better alternative than the truth. “Sheffield,” the policewoman replied.

You hoped she was ready for an even weirder question - “What year is it?”

 A year passed. Settling in was easy enough - thankfully, you had your wallet and phone on you when you arrived back on Earth. All it took was a quick call back home, some trips back and forth to move your things, some paperwork, and you were officially a Sheffield citizen. 

You kept the earpiece. Found a way to wear it around your neck like some kind of ornament. It looked pretty enough, but it was hard to move on when you had a reminder of him resting like a weight on your heart everyday. 

You had tried talking into it on some days, on rainy days that reminded you of the day you were left behind. Sometimes, if you listened hard enough, you could hear faint conversation, sometimes laughter.

Maybe he’d forgotten. Maybe he’d found another companion. Maybe he had gone off to find that Clara girl. It was none of your business now, and yet -

You could’ve gone back to your actual home. But it was so hard to leave - it was hard to leave when the Doctor’s last words had been stay put. Your rational brain tried to convince you that he could find you wherever you were, but there was just something that was keeping you from leaving. 

Yasmin Khan was the policewoman’s name, and she was your very first friend in Sheffield. She’d been the one to help you adjust, and had been the one to help you find a job - as a receptionist in a hospital. 

It was a little funny, working with doctors when none of them were him.

A bolt of lightning lit up the sky. You turned to look out your window - there was no rain, and yet the rumbling sound of thunder echoed across the land. Absentmindedly, you brushed your fingers against the earpiece. It was worn now, from all the constant sentimental holding. 

Your phone chimed. A weather forecast - scattered thunderstorms, it read. And your lock screen - a still image of you and the Doctor that Amy had taken, once upon a time. You were on your tippy toes, adjusting the Doctor’s bow tie with an exaggerated focused look on your face, while the Doctor just stood there, flustered.

They say take a picture, it lasts longer. You still had pictures of all your travels. They felt like tourist pictures, posing in front of alien architecture and making silly faces at otherworldly flora and fauna. They lay buried under pictures of paperwork and cute kids that came into the office, but they were still there.

A year. It would be seconds to him, but an eternity for you - and you couldn’t live an eternity hanging on to just memories of him. Your finger hovered above the delete button.

Sorry, Doctor, you thought. The mere idea of just deleting pictures made you feel sad, then you sniffed indignantly. You had to move on some time, and if it could be now, then -

Knock knock knock!

“Who is it?” you called. There was shuffling behind the door, and a hushed argument. “Hello?”

“Hello!” That voice sounded familiar - it was Grace, Grace Sinclaire, who used to be a nurse and someone that you worked with and who was notoriously really nice - “It’s me! Could you open up, love?”

“Coming!” you called back. You ran a hand through your hair and rubbed your face, wondering why she would be at your door at this hour when she should have been heading home with Graham -

You swung the door open and very nearly dropped your phone.

It was Grace, alright - Grace and her grandson Ryan, who was carrying an unconscious woman in his arms.

“Grace, what the -” you floundered. “What’s going on?”

“We need your help,” she said, and gestured to the woman in Ryan’s arms. “Can we come in?”

You were gaping now, craning your neck to try and get a good look at this woman’s face. “You need to take her to A and E, not to my house! I can drive you there, if that’s what you need -”

“I said that too,” Grace said slowly, like she was bracing to drop a bomb on you. “But right before she fell, she said -”

“Said she didn’t trust anywhere that was just initials,” Ryan finished, glancing down at the woman and then back to Grace, who gave you a sympathetic look. “She said your name.”

You swallowed. How -

“No.” An incredulous smile spread across your face, and you shook your head. “No, you’re kidding.”

“It’s true,” Ryan said. 

“...I don’t know this woman,” you said nervously.

“She knows you,” Grace said, almost pleading. “Please, love.”

There was no reason for them to be lying - the shell shocked expression on Ryan’s face was enough to tell you that he was absolutely telling the truth, whether you liked it or not.

And something that the Doctor had taught you - never refuse a call for help - echoed in your brain.

“Put her on the sofa,” you said quickly. “I’ll go get blankets.”

A few minutes later, you had a stranger lying limply on your sofa. 

She didn’t even make a noise when she was laid down. You laid a floral blanket over her middle, and it settled over her clothes - clothes that were obviously too big for her. The sight rang a bell in the back of your mind, of a night where a man climbed out of his broken ship in a past life’s clothes, clumsy and new -

There was a pull to her that you couldn’t resist. You sat down near her, gently taking her head in your hands and guiding it onto your lap like it was second nature to you. Her skin was warm, almost flushed, blonde hair falling over a surprisingly beautiful face.

Grace crouched down near the woman. “Do you know her?”

You stared at the woman’s face. Your answer would have been no, but now you weren’t so sure. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her even if you tried - and you were trying. Very hard.

Your hands found their way into her hair, and soon you were running your fingers through it like it was the most natural thing to do. “I don’t know.”

“You look like you do,” Grace’s voice was soft. “You look at her like you’ve known her all your life.”

Your head shot up, and Grace just shrugged. She had a small smile on her lips as she reached for the woman’s arm.

“How do you know that?” 

“I can tell,” Grace said simply. “That’s how Graham looks at me, sometimes.”

There was a beat of silence as she took the woman’s pulse, then she gasped - “Ryan - look.”

The woman’s skin was glowing gold. 

“Whoah,” Ryan said. The woman’s eyebrows were pinched together, a small crease forming between the two of them. Gold patterns swirled under her skin, pulsing like starlight, and you jerked your hands away from her like she would burn you. 

Grace looked up at you, her eyes wide. “She’s got two separate pulses.”

The woman’s arm fell limply at her side as she exhaled - golden dust fell from her lips, floating around like a miniature star in the room. You followed it with your eyes, your mouth hanging open for what must have been the third time that hour.

“Oh my God, what is that?” Ryan asked, moving out of the way.

Grace stared. “I have no idea.”

But you had an idea. You knew. Only one person did that. Only one alien did that. If this was who you thought she was, then -

Suddenly, the woman shot up, sitting bolt upright, breaking you out of your racing thoughts - she clutched her collarbone, gasping, eyes wild and searching. “Who woke me up? I’m not ready - still healing, still -”

Still healing. Your mind was still reeling, still trying to pick up the pieces - her voice was so painfully familiar, and now you knew why. You reached out, placing your hands on your shoulders to soothe her. She startled under your touch.

“You’re alright, you’re fine,” you soothed. A part of you was saying that to yourself. “You’re safe, yeah? Look at me.”

The woman whirled to face you, and you shrunk back. Her eyes were striking, green flecked with yellow and brown. It looked like a galaxy.

“Safe - you…” The woman breathed, staring into your eyes. She stared for what seemed like forever, her gaze locked onto yours, searching your face for something. Then something shifted - her eyebrows quirked up, then pulled down, her face morphing from shocked to confused to mournful. 

“Oh,” the woman said. “Oh no, I’m too late, am I?”

Too late for what? you wanted to ask, but the woman had shot up again, crouching like a bird on the sofa.

"Can you smell that?” she asked, then stopped, one hand coming to press against her collarbone. “No, not smell. Not hear. Feel. Can you feel…” She trailed off, her expression serious. “Stay still, Ryan.”

“What is it? What’s the matter?” he asked quickly. The woman leapt forward to pull down Ryan’s shirt slightly. She exhaled, a worried noise, and spun to face the others.

“Show me your collarbones,” she said, a touch of authority in her voice. Everyone else in the room pulled down their shirts slightly, and you gasped. Small glowing dots, pulsing with a magenta light. You’d only ever heard of those kinds of devices, whispered in the dark alleyways of alien cities, hidden under layers of conspiracy.

“Oh, you’ve all got them,” the woman breathed out, eyes wide.

“So have you,” Ryan pointed out, and the woman looked down. Another blinking light on her collarbone. She made a face.

“Yeah, I have. Okay.” The woman inhaled sharply, straightening her posture, preparing to give bad news. You knew that posture. “Really sorry. Not good news. DNA bombs.”

You rose slowly from your chair. “What?”

The woman cocked her head towards you as she walked in a circle around everyone else, her hands behind her back. “Microimplants which code to your DNA. On detonation, they disrupt the foundation of your genetic code, melting your DNA.”

“But -” you spoke, and everyone’s eyes were on you. “But those are illegal in almost every galaxy, right?”

An unspoken how did you know that hung in the air, but the woman just nodded, her lips pressed together grimly. She reached out to press against Ryan’s glowing dot. “Right.”

Ryan’s eyes widened. “How did we get them?” 

“Nevermind that, are they gonna go off?” Graham asked. 

The woman grimaced. “Quiet. I’m trying to think, it’s difficult -” Her expression changed, her eyes big and searching and so very new. “Brain and body still rebooting, reformatting… oh, reformatting! Can I borrow that?”

“Yeah, I guess so, but what for?”

The woman had reached over and grabbed Ryan’s phone. She was tinkering with it, her brows knit as she focused. “That creature. On the train. When you two came onboard, it zapped us all with these. Simple plan to take out witnesses. Very clever.”

“Merciless,” you piped up.

“But clever,” the woman continued. The phone beeped a few times, and the woman gasped, then held it up proudly. “I reformatted your phone!”

“No! All my stuff’s on there,” Ryan groaned, but the woman just grinned. 

“Not anymore!” She said cheerfully. 

She held the phone to her collarbone - there was a loud zap, then she was knocked back against the wall like she had been thrown. She looked up at everyone, gasping. 

“That nap did me the world of good. Very comfy sofa,” she said, breathless. She glanced down at the phone, gasped again, and then scrambled to her feet. She yanked her coat from one of your chairs, and headed for the door - “Come on, keep up!” 

Everyone stopped to stare at each other, then quickly turned to follow. You took a few steps forward, the woman still drawing you towards her - “Wait, let me come with you -”

The woman turned to face you, already halfway out of your door. She shook her head. “No.”

You frowned. “No?”

She stared for another moment, and you saw it - the familiar gleam of concern, of protectiveness that you had seen at least a billion times in another face. The way her mouth dragged downward and her eyebrows knitted together, an expression somewhere between angry and worried. Your breath caught in your throat, your outstretched hand frozen in place. 

“I’m not putting you in danger again,” the woman said, determined. “I don’t know why. Think I’ll find out later. But you -” Her gaze burned you, with eyes that seemed so old and so new at the same time. “You have to be safe,” she continued. “Please. Stay put.”

It sounded like a promise. The woman glanced down at your hand while you lowered it, drawing it close to your chest.

“Okay,” you said. “Go. I won’t keep you.”

The woman nodded. “Thank you.”

And then she was gone, driving off into the night with everyone else. 

You didn’t rest easy that night. Lightning flashed and crackled across the sky without any rain. You jumped every time the sky lit up - too on edge to be calm at all, too confused to try and get some rest - your hand thumbing the silver earpiece that still hung around your neck, strangely warm to the touch.

“This can’t be happening, this - stay put -”

“Please. Stay put.”

“Doctor,” you whispered. 

 Grace’s funeral was a few days after that.

At first glance, it didn’t seem like a funeral. The place was covered in balloons. There wasn’t a hint of melancholy in the air - the sun was shining bright through the windows of the church, not a single cloud in sight. No sign of the lightning from the days before. It was almost like the world had moved on.

You decided not to sit in the front. Tried not to think about the Grace that had brought the Doctor to your doorstep. Tried not to think about you had never thanked her for bringing her back to you. Instead you thought about happy, knowing Grace, and hoped that she could hear you, wherever she was now.

You found Ryan standing near the doors of the church. He was waiting - your heart clenched at the sight. Steeling yourself, you moved to comfort him -

And you stopped in your tracks. The Doctor walked up to him slowly, her hands in her pockets. Ryan glanced at her in acknowledgement. 

“What time did your dad say he’d get here?” the Doctor asked softly. 

Ryan kept on looking out, searching. “Two hours ago.”

“If he said he’ll come -” That was the Doctor, always trying to comfort -

“He says a lot of things,” Ryan said, gruffly. “He’s never been the best at being reliable. I mean how can he not be here? She’s his mum. She would have wanted him here.”

The Doctor nodded, pursing her lips. She kept that empathetic look in her eyes as she gazed up at him, not knowing what to say. That was another familiar thing that hurt. She still was so kind, still out to help others in need.

“I want him here,” Ryan finished. 

That was you, once upon a time. But things had changed, and you weren’t the one that left.

The Doctor’s gaze flickered to where you were, standing just a few feet away. Your eyes met for a second, and something passed over the Doctor’s face. Recognition. Her mouth opened like she wanted to call out for you, her mouth forming over the syllables of your name - 

You turned on your heel and walked away before she could see the tears forming in your eyes.

The door shuddered in its frame as you slammed it behind you. Stupid, getting emotional over her when you were supposed to be moving on like she had - your hands clamped onto the earpiece, gripping onto the small device like it was a lifeline. You hadn’t noticed that you were shaking, or that you had fallen on your knees onto the floor. You took in quick, shallow breaths, blinking the tears away like your life depended on it.

The earpiece was cold in your palms. You tried to let the feeling ground you, but even just remembering what it was made you nearly tip over the edge -

Knock knock knock.

“Yes?” Your voice was rough, and you coughed. “So - sorry, who is it?”

There were some hushed voices. 

“Isn’t it so weird how they know each other?”

“Not the strangest thing anymore, after what’s happened.”

“Hush, both of you.”

Then - a soft call of your name, warm and everything you’d ever needed. 

“It’s me," the Doctor said. “Could you open the door?”

You stilled, not trusting your ears. This wasn’t the triumphant reunion that you had wanted for the past year. That fantasy had faded over time. And yet there was a spark of hope in your chest, threatening to set everything alight.

The Doctor spoke again, her voice impossibly gentle and impossibly the same. “Listen -” Her voice cracked, and you bit back a sob - “I know it’s been some time, but I am so so sorry -”

That was it. You rose to your feet, red eyes and runny nose be damned, and flung the door open.

“No,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “No, don’t start.”

The Doctor’s beautiful new eyes widened a fraction. 

“Hello to you too,” she said quietly. She wasn’t as tall as she used to be - in fact, she was much shorter, so you didn’t have to crane your neck as much to take a good look at her face. She was dressed differently too, finally out of her raggedy clothes and into a new outfit that you’d say was cute, but never to her face. 

You blinked up at her, sniffed, and crossed your arms over your chest. “Don’t apologize.”

The Doctor frowned slightly. “I have to, I left you behind for - oh!”

You grabbed the Doctor by her new suspenders and pulled her against you so she was flush against your chest. You buried your face in the crook of her shoulder, throwing your arms around her neck. Someone - you weren’t sure who - maybe it was Ryan - whistled, but you didn’t hear him.

It took a moment for the Doctor to let her hands rest against your back. Maybe this face wasn’t much of a hugger. But she didn’t let go, and leaned in closer so her chin rested on your shoulder.

“Let me say sorry,” she whispered. “I promised I would keep you safe, promised I’d come back for you. You trusted me, and I let you down.”

“I didn’t think you were gonna come back,” you mumbled. You shifted, letting your cheek rest against her skin. “I thought you’d left me forever and I thought - I thought -”

“Hey,” the Doctor soothed, pulling away. She brought one hand up to rest on your cheek, her thumb delicately brushing tears away, and you sniffed again. You probably looked ridiculous. “I’m here. I’m sorry I took so long.”

You nodded. “Is it still you?”

The Doctor grinned, and the way it lit up the world around her made your heart do flips. “‘Course it’s still me.” She looked down at the earpiece resting against your chest and raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You kept the communicator.”

“I - I couldn’t throw it away,” you stammered, shrugging, “sentimental value. Or I just missed you. Maybe both.”

“Oh, you,” the Doctor said, her eyes glimmering. “You won’t need it anymore.”

Your hands shot up to grab it. You raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, whose grin was just growing wider and wider. You couldn’t help it - you let a smile slip onto your face. “Why is that?”

“Because I want you to come with me. Again.” The Doctor leaned backwards on the balls of her feet, and tucked her hands firmly back into her pockets. 

You felt like you’d just been kicked in the chest - all the air was suddenly gone from your lungs. Every last bit of eloquence that you’d had disappeared in an instant, and all you could manage was, “Uh.”

The Doctor smiled, a kind of nervous, polite smile. “What do you say?”

You could - take her hand and fly away with her again, like nothing had ever happened. Your gaze moved to behind her, where Graham, Ryan, and Yaz stood. They had seen this face before you did, and maybe - just maybe - 

“I can’t. Besides,” you gestured to the three of them, “you don’t need me anymore.”

The Doctor turned to face the three of them, and when she turned back to face you there was an intensity in her eyes that you weren’t a stranger to. The Doctor’s brows furrowed, and you curled in on yourself - that was something the Doctor never liked, when people put themselves down - but you thought it was the truth. 

The Doctor shook her head.

“Yes, I do,” she said simply. She leaned forward to press her lips against your forehead. It still felt magical. “I always have. Always will.”

She peered down at you, looking you right in the eyes, and you tried to find any sign that she was lying. Any sign that this was some kind of trick, some kind of fluke. 

But there she was, her voice gentle and earnest, one hand outstretched to take you back.

You took her hand and her lips quirked up just slightly. That same spark of hope instantly blossomed into a fire, comforting like a hearth on a cold winter evening. 

She led you outside, let you cross the hidden gap between a normal life and a life with her, again. Ryan, Graham and Yaz smiled as you stepped through, your hands intertwined with the Doctor’s.

“No ship, but at least I’ve got you,” the Doctor said cheerfully. Your head shot up to meet her sheepish expression, and you breathed out a laugh.

“The TARDIS? Really? Again?”

“Yep,” she replied, popping the “p” sound. You sighed deeply, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. 

“Oh, you definitely know each other,” Yaz said, her eyes wide with amazement.

“Well? Just like old times,” the Doctor said. “Ready?”

“Aye-aye, captain,” you chirped, and the Doctor laughed.

And when all of you got spat out in the middle of space, in the split second between life and death, you met the Doctor’s gaze and grinned. Perhaps nothing had really changed at all. Perhaps this was just a new chapter.

Geronimo. 

[redfoxwriter]

Harmless Planet

"It's not going to kill us. I think."

"I really love the optimism."

(Not my prompt, click to see the original prompt.)

Characters: 13th Doctor, Yaz, Graham, Ryan, Reader (All Platonic)

Travelling to a harmless planet. What could go wrong? (Btw, the planet and the animal isn’t from Doctor Who. I made it up so don’t get confuse if you don’t really know what they are.)

“Right Fam! We are heading to a planet where only animals and plants live. No civilization, which means no pollution!” She spoke. So, it’s technically earth without humans? You thought. Yeah, makes sense. The Tardis shook which almost brought you down to the ground. Thinking fast, you were lucky to quickly hold one of pillars like your life depends on it.

Ryan wasn’t so lucky. He fell one of the hexagon shapes. After a few seconds of hearing the groans of the ship, we finally reach the destination. The Doctor raced to the door and ushered everyone to join her. Graham helped Ryan up and off we went out of the Tardis.

We were met with beautiful light blue and purple trees. The sky is yellow with 3 suns. Though the heat did not feel as hot as you initially thought. There were little red and pink plants that has little creatures living inside. A squirrel like creature, climbed on top of a tall blue tree. It has little antlers, a surprising long tail, ears like a rabbit and the color are green. Interesting! You thought.

“That…” she started “is called a Raquile. Looks like your earth squirrel but features of it are different.” The Doctor said with a hint of glee in her voice. Soon, her face turned into confusion. “But they don’t normally climb up trees…” Oh no… you thought. You did not like how this was going.

Suddenly a big creature that looks like a bear, but larger roared loudly behind one of the majestic trees. Shit… “A GOGRISEL!”

“A WHAT!?” You questioned her back.

“What the hell is a Gogribell?” You further questioned with the uncertainty of her words.

“It’s like a bear but with much faster speed. Like a cheetah! Oh! And they also roar like dinosaurs. Did I tell you guys a time I got swallowed by a T-rex and landed in-“

“Now’s really not the time!” Yaz screamed back.

“Yes! Right! It’s not going to kill us. I think.” The Doctor said as she took her sonic screwdriver out of her pocket. She started to scan the bear like creature without any hesitation.

“I really love the optimism.” You said as you facepalmed yourself.

“Um, Doc? Maybe don’t scan it…?” Graham suggested with a hint of worried in his voice.

“Don’t worry! Completely harmless. See?” She said as she pat the its head.

The Gogrisel roared loudly again. Harmless eh? You thought.

“We should really run now, right doc?” you asked as you turned away.

“Yeah… let’s head back…” she said as she slowly walked away from the beast. We all sprinted back to the Tardis hoping the creature isn’t following us. We reached the Tardis and quickly rushed inside. The Doctor kept running till she reached the controls. She flipped a few switches and the Tardis started to dematerialize.

“Huh, I swear they were peaceful creatures” The Doctor said innocently. “No matter! Let’s go to another planet!”

Today is going to be along day. But you know what? You wouldn’t trade these adventures for anything, so I guess bearing with all the running and adventures isn’t that bad.

[incorrect-who]

Thirteen: We've been living together for so long I've forgotten who's the bad influence

Yaz: You

Ryan: You

Graham: You

Jack: You

Thirteen: Jack you don't even live here get out with your judgemental attitude

[how-masterful]

Call Him Master

Dhawan!master x reader

Summary: Stuck on a plane with no way out, the Doctor and team tardis find that their newest travelling companion and MI6 ally aren't who they appear to be after all.

Notes: This is my first published fic! I knew I had to rewrite this scene and add some reader insert to it, I hope you all enjoy! ❤ all feedback is greatly appreciated!

O's eyes went dark, face settling from his guilty expression to a deep, unsettling glare.

"Got me...well done."

You bit your lip and held back a smirk, gripping the fabric of your gown in anticipation as confusion travelled across the face's of everyone on the plane.

"Whats going on, Doc?" Graham asked, O turning to look at the Doctor and raising his eyebrows. "I don't know" she replied, tilting her head and leaning closer to his face. O let out a chuckled and turned to you, smiling condescendingly. "She doesn't know!" He mocked, causing your smirk to deepen.

"I suggest you all take a look out the window." The four travellers scrambled to the window seats of the plane. You couldn't help but laugh. "How's your house out there?" Graham gulped, confusion lacing his tone. O shrugged his shoulder's. "Its a bit wicked witch of the west, but you get my gist" he mused, the confused ramblings of the companions making you giggle.

"So damn slow, arent they?"

O's eyes turned to you, a sick smile gracing his lips at your comment. You wanted nothing more but to run into his arms there and then. The Doctor stormed down the middle isle towards you, grabbed your arm and yanked you behind her protectively, causing you to roll your eyes. O returned the sentiment, a small growl in his tone. He didn't enjoy seeing you manhandled.

"Who the hell are you?"

O grinned mischievously. "C'mon doctor, catch up- you can do it" the Doctor's gaze met O's, her mind rapidly thinking as the agent before her coaxed her on, practically begging her to figure it out. You held your breath in delight, ready for the penny to drop. And when it did, it was delightful. "Oh!" The Doctor gasped, the pair of you giggling. Her face dropped in horror as she stepped back, holding you behind her, as if protecting you from the man before you.

"That's my name, and that is why I chose it! So satisfying, isn't it dear?" You nodded in agreement, the companions behind you looking remarkably lost. You smirked darkly- they never were that bright.

"Doctor, I did say look for the spymaster" O started, taking an ominous step closer. The Doctor pulled the four of you back, trying to protect you from his predatory stance. Your heart was racing, eyes begging him to finally say what you'd been waiting to hear for months on end.

"Or, should I say spy... master."

Your smile was wide as ever, heart pounding out of your chest. There he was, in all his glory- you hadn't heard that name in so long. And god, he sounded good when he said it. His devious smirk confirmed your hopes: O was well and truly gone, and the Master, your Master, was back. Gone was the wide eyed wonder and innocent facade, gentle nature and humble grin- now he stood over the five of you proud and dangerous, a sight you'd been desperate to see for a very, very long time.

"Hi." The Master gave a playful wave, your smile widening as he stalked towards you, the Doctor standing her ground. "You cant be!" She cried, the Masters smile falling as he gestured to his chest, eyes dark. "I can be, I very much am." The Doctor growled as he scrunched his nose at her, laughing smugly as she covered her mouth- she looked like she was going to be sick.

"So who is he?" Graham asked, the Doctor turning to face you all with wide eyes. You sighed in annoyance and turned to the man. "Oh keep up, will you?" You snapped, before turning back to the master, who wore a devilish grin. "I'm her best enemy. We go way, way back, don't we Doctor?" He jibed, laughing again as the Doctor looked dangerously pale. Ryan frowned in confusion. "So hes not really O?" You shook your head with a dark laugh.

"Of course not" you teased. The Master reached out his hand, all eyes falling on you as you eagerly sauntered down the isle, taking his hand and meeting his proud gaze.

"Call him Master."

You nestled close into the masters side, arms winding around his middle. He hummed in appreciation, arm curling around your waist possessively, your head resting against his shoulder.

"I certainly do"

The Doctor gasped quietly, mouth agape and eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. Her eyes drooped sadly. "Y/N, what are you doing?" She all but whispered, standing before the pair of you. The Master grinned. "Thats it, thats the face I told you about. The face of utter betrayal." The Master gently held your chin, turning your face to meet his gaze. "When she finally realises her shiny new pet was truly mine, all along." You blushed lightly, his tone making you shiver in his grasp.

"Did I do well, Master?" You purred, hand resting on his chest, the comforting symphony of his hearts under your palm.

"You did phenomenal, love" he replied, before pulling your lips to meet his own, crashing them together in a hungry kiss.

"What the hell?" Yaz cried. The four travellers before you gaping at the scene. You'd travelled with them for months, why were you suddenly siding with the man who claimed to be the doctors enemy? You sighed contently as you broke for air, resting your head back on his shoulder and giggling at the faces in front of you. The Master was right- it was so satisfying.

"You didnt think you met the perfect new pet to travel with by accident, did you Doctor?" The Master sneered, glancing at the other companions aboard the plane and brushing the hair away from your face. "Just like myself at MI6, my darling Y/N went undercover and posed as your companion." You waved teasingly, slowly parting from the master and stepping towards the Doctor. "I must admit, it was painful pretending to enjoy your company- but watching you slowly trust me more and more? An absolute thrill."

Ryan tilted his head. "So you knew this would happen, all along?" You nodded, pursing your lips. "I knew what and how, but not when. I may be a good actress, but I too like to be surprised now and again" you giggled, the Master looming over you from behind, watching you intently. The Doctor grabbed your arm and met your eyes, expression hopeful yet sad. The Master snarled lowly, stepping closer to you.

"When did he get you, Y/N? He's hypnotising you, none of this is real." You laughed incredulously, the Doctor tightening her grip. "This isnt the Y/N I know."

You leaned down and smirked triumphantly at her. "He wasnt the O you knew either, but here we are."

The Master smirked as you yanked your arm away, retreating back into the timelords arms and sinking into his embrace. "Speaking of O, poor chap, do you want to see him?" You smiled knowingly, the Master reaching for his inside pocket. "A man close to my hearts...well, my pocket." He slowly produced the matchbox from his jackets inside lining, presenting it to the Doctor and co with delight. He reluctantly moved his arm from your waist.

"Like I told you love, always good to keep a backup of ones work. Tissue compression, its a classic. "

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, the sight of a miniaturised corpse in the box making the other humans before you practically retch. It was so delightfully him, the Master laughing with pride as the Doctor watched on with pained eyes. His reveal had truly broken her, and you had the best seat in the house. Well, the plane.

"I shrunk him, on the way to work on his first day- stole his identity, and set myself up in MI6. All that was left then was to plant our dear Y/N at the perfect point in your timeline, and watch the magic happen." The Master taunted. He crushed the matchbox in his hand and threw it over his shoulder. "Surprisingly good stuff."

"So you two were working together the whole time?" Graham asked, causing you both to laugh. "Oh yes! And we have had... a LOT of fun." Waves of furious excitement rippled off the Master as you clapped with glee, his eyes alit with manic joy. The Doctor glowered at the sight, rage bubbling in her gut as she watched you both. You'd just ripped the rug out from under her, TWICE, and now you were rubbing your victory in her face. She suddenly gasped.

"I have to warn Barton!" The Doctor stormed down the middle isles, hastilly shoving you into the Masters arms, your hands flying to his shoulders. He instinctively gripped your hips to steady you, comically raising his eyebrows in concern as the doctor burst into the cockpit, dramatically wincing behind her back. The Doctor cried out in shock at the sight of the empty room, returning to the cabin in horror.

"Wheres Barton?! He's not here!" She cried. The Master playfully jumped in terror, pulling you down the plane in mock panic, companions scrabbling behind you. "Oh no, Barton!" He gulped, suddenly pulling you onto his lap, ducking down onto one of the seats.

"What did you do?!" The Doctor yelled, the Master playing with your hair as the humans beside her yelled in terror. You gave a shiver of pleasure as he tucked a strand behind your ear, Graham peeking into the cockpit with trepidation as you raked your nails through his hair. The timelord shivered. "Whos flying the plane?!"

The Masters eyes widened in glee- he was so hoping someone would ask. "Wrong question." He growled, hand on your thigh. You trailed a row of quick kisses down his jaw, your lips against his stubble causing him to practically purr. As much as you loved his clean shaven chin, you absolutely adored his usual beard. He squeezed your thigh teasingly as four sets of terrified eyes landed on you both expectantly. "Check the seat."

A delicious smirk grew on the Masters face as the Doctor ran to the pilot seat of the plane, his hand landing on the small of your back as he guided you up from his lap, following you down the plane. "Cockpit bomb, Doctor!" You declared. "Made from parts I aquired over our little adventures together."

The Master gazed down at you proudly, arm around your waist. "Short fuse, I can relate" he teased, sending a wink your way with a hummed laugh. A blush tinged your cheeks, hands wandering up his jacket collar, his other arm meeting around your waist and cementing you in his grasp. "Mm, i'm loving all this" your hands smoothed out his lapels, the Master chuckling down at you.

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

"Well, I did dress to impress."

"Mm, that you certainly did."

A playfull giggle escaped your lips, the continuous chaos at the front of the plane the least of your concerns. The Master flashed his ever charming smile, joining your laughter. You bit your lip- even in the middle of all the panic, the Master would never resist a chance to flirt. He loved seeing you hot and bothered too much to hold back. The Master glanced hungrily at your purple gown, raising his eyebrow knowingly.

"Was the purple just for me?"

"You're not the only one aiming to please, master."

The Master purred lowly, grip tightening on the small of your back. The Doctors ramblings flittered through the plane, your attention too focused on the Master to care. He leaned his face in close, hot breath on your cheek causing you to bite your lip. His pupils were blown, raking up and down your form. The moment was close to perfect.

The sound of the Doctors sonic suddenly pulled the Master from your gaze. His face instantly fell, proud grin mutating into a furious sneer as he pushed you behind his back, pointing threateningly at the female timelord. You let out an annoyed growl, narrowing your eyes. Of course she had to ruin your moment. It was all going so well.

"No!" He yelled, practically shaking with anger. "You really think I wouldn't make that sonic proof, Doctor?!" You grasped ahold of his bicep, feeling his trembling rage as you released a huff. He was almost spitting in pure malice.

"C'MON!"

Your hand slid down his arm, his balled fist slowly opening as you slipped your hand into his grasp. You squeezed his palm, grounding him. The Master took a shaking breath, squeezing back.

"Deadlock seal, and I made sure there were no parachutes on board." The Doctor was visibly panicking, raking her hands through her hair. The timer on the bomb continued to tick. Yaz turned to the Master, expression furious.

"Wheres Barton? We saw him coming in!" The master smirked smugly, his grip on your hand tightening. You moved closer to his side. "Pulled away before takeoff- by me" he replied, your other hand snaking over his bicep. The Master turned to glance at you, your devious gaze making him smile. "Stick with us, Yaz" he laughed, sighing contently.

"Because I control... everything. Even these guys!" He finished with a flourish, whistling with a spin and a snap of his fingers.

The roar of the Kaasavin filled the cabin, the creatures pulling themselves out of the plane floor. The Master pulled you tight to his chest, breath shallow. "Hold on tight" he cautioned, the Doctors panicked wail emerging from the cockpit. "I can't do it!" She cried, and the Master laughed triumphantly.

"EVERYBODY GET BACK!"

The timelord slammed the cockpit door shut, the plane suddenly rocking with the force of the explosion. A manic laugh emerged from your throat, your grip tight on the leather seat.

The plane was starting to crash.

The ricocheting bang began to pull the air out of the cabin, a tunnel of wind errupting as the six of you held on for dear life. You kept tight hold of the chair before you, nails digging into the leather as the wind began to pull at your form. You growled in protest, legs kicking against the wind as the Master stood over the Doctor.

"Something you should know, in the seconds before you die!"

His voice was furious, pushing himself against the wind on the plane seat backs. He leaned in close and glared.

"Everything that you think you know, is a lie!"

You grip was faultering on the seat, the leather squeaking under your palms as you used all your might to hold on. The force was becoming too strong, your head turning to the Master as he straightened up before the Doctor.

"Master!" The renegade timelords head snapped in your direction, arm lurching for your waist.

"Y/N please!" The Doctor screamed, but the master would never let you fall. He pulled you tightly to his side, your hair and gown bellowing in the wind as you clutched onto his chest, laughing manically from the shock.

"Got you!"

The Master grinned, the four travellers before you both screaming in desperation as they clutched onto whatever they could grab purchase on. The Master leant in close, forehead on your own as he sighed with resolution, gaze meeting your own.

"Finally."

His grip never slipping from your middle, an elated giggle pulling itself from your lips. The Master glanced at the Doctor and her companions a final time, before pulling a cylindrical device from his pocket and pressing hard on the button. You braced yourself as a white light engulfed the pair of you, pulling you from the plane- the last noise you heard being the terrified screams of the Doctor and her friends, and the Masters devilish laughter.

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[wolfish-nightmares]

Deus Pascit Corvos

Pairings: Hannigram x reader x Collectkin

Warnings: gore, violence, bad language, cannibalism, sex (non/dub-con), vomiting, torture/abuse, animal abuse, Asa has hair, 18+

Category: Angst, fluff, smut

Word Count: 11.4k

Summary: Even God feeds the ravens.

The Four Faces of Death Masterlist

“...not an autopsy,” Will’s voice cut through the black. “Cutting them like this was unnecessary.”

A bright light was switched on somewhere, turning your world orange. You could feel the cold metal table beneath your fingertips and there was a tube going down your throat, it helped you breathe but made swallowing next to impossible. A thick string of saliva drooled from the sides of your lips. You couldn't move your body, just your eyes, but you could feel everything.

“He definitely didn't made it easier to get to their kidneys.”

A wave of nausea ran through you as you realized that there were hands inside you. You decided to keep your eyes closed but a short cry near your head caught your attention. The light above your head blinded you for a moment but when your eyes adjusted you could see the body of a woman laying on the table next to you.

Her face was a bloodied mess and her jaw was completely unhinged from her face. It looked like Asa split her jaw into two and was trying to awkwardly pin them back to her face. It was like he was trying to recreate an insects jaws. She was cut open too, far worse than you, her lungs were visible and with every breath she took you watched as they expanded and deflated. You caught her eyes, the wild fear in them mirrored your own. The sight of her left you gagging so hard your body jerked and arched off the table.

“Take the tube out, they're gonna vomit,” Asa's cold voice broke through the sound of your strangled gags.

Will pulled the tube from your throat and turned your head so everything flowed off the side of the table. He gently shushed your broken whines as the vomit continued to gush out your throat. There wasn't even anything on your stomach to bring up besides the tea and your own stomach acid. You dry heaved a couple times before your body went limp again.

Angrily you blinked back the tears that formed in your eyes. It pissed you off that the tears that threaten to fall weren't tears of anger but of sadness. You felt truly hurt that they were doing this to you. This was something you had expected of Asa but with the way the others had been treating you lately you deluded yourself to think that maybe you weren't another specimen.

“Was your meltdown really worth this,” Will annoyed voice cut through the silence.

“Yes.”

“Asshole,” Will spat before you heard him angrily going up the stairs. The door slammed shut and he left the basement.

Hannibal sighed as he passed the needle, “Finish stitching.”

The door opened and closed again, Hannibal was obviously going after Will. As hard as you tried, you couldn't keep the tears from slipping. Arkin finished stitching you up as Asa wiped your cheeks. His gentleness made you feel sick. There was the familiar pinch of a needle sliding into your neck before the light above you began to fade away.

The room you woke up in wasn't Hannibal and Will’s, this time you had been put in Arkin and Asa's room. Just like his office, Asa also had various insect displays hung on the walls. There was nothing in the room that made you think of Arkin. You wouldn't have been able to tell two people lived in the room if you didn't already know.

Something warm was pressed against your side. Your body felt heavy and you could only find the strength to move your hand. You couldn't sit up to see what it was but the feeling of fur told you it was a dog.

“Arachne?”

She barked in response as her tail began to thump against your thigh. The dogs weren't even allowed upstairs, a rule set by both Asa and Hannibal, and yet she was in the bed with you. You ran your fingers through her fur as you wondered how she even made it up the stairs without being caught.

“If Asa catches them we might be two dogs less,” Hannibal's voice startled you. You gave him a confused look and he chuckled. “The other one is laying at your feet.”

You flexed your feet and there was indeed a second dog there. Hannibal helped you sit up and you could see it was Wasp. It made your heart swell to know they had both cared for you like that. A voice in the back of your head told you that they were probably the only ones in the house who did. Besides Will’s dogs.

“It's time for dinner,” Hannibal spoke again, silencing your thoughts. “Would you like to walk or be carried?”

It was already enough letting him touch you so you could sit up, you didn't want to be carried. He frowned a bit as you signed that you wanted to walk but he made no complaints. You whined as he helped you out of bed, your body was sore and weak. Hannibal used his body to keep you upright as he led you out of the bedroom.

“You're really not supposed to be moving but Asa insisted you eat with us.”

You ignored Hannibal's comment and gritted your teeth as he helped you down the first stair. The step down was pure hell. You were able to make it to the second step before you broke down into sobs. It wasn't just the physical pain that was hurting you, the emotional pain from everything they had done was finally breaking the dam you had built so many years ago. Hannibal didn't say anything as you cried, instead he stood there silently as years of pain came flooding out.

A low whine broke through your cries and caught your attention. Arachne stood at the top of the stairs, staring at you as she let out soft cries. You grinned at her and her tail began it's wild wagging. She stood up and gently licked your face, clearing away some of the tears.

“Come on darling,” Hannibal called from the bottom of the stairs. He was obviously done waiting.

You gently pushed Arachne away, feeling a little calmer than before and continued your way down the stairs. She stayed close to you the entire time, never going down a step before you did. Each step was worse than the last but every time you stopped Arachne nosed your leg to keep you moving. When you made it to the bottom Hannibal allowed you to rest against him for a moment.

Asa stood in the doorway of the dining room, obviously waiting on you. His face was stoic but you could see the annoyance in his eyes. That look made you angry because he had no right to be annoyed, the only reason you were in this current state was his fault. He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from Hannibal. You cried and tried to break his grip.

“Wait it hurts!”

He dragged you to the table and slung you into the chair. You screamed as it pulled the stitches tight, even ripping a few. Asa covered your mouth and pushed your head back to force you to look at him. His eyes were dangerous, any ounce of humanity he had was gone. The Collector was standing in front of you now.

“Do you think I give a fuck,” his voice was low, it truly scared you.

You froze, too terrified to even breathe as the tears slipped down your face. He stayed there for a moment before he stood back up and pushed your chair in like nothing happened. Hannibal emerged from the kitchen with Will and began placing plates of food. You stared down at the table to avoid looking at any of them.

“Tonight’s dinner is a gorgeous kidney pie,” Hannibal announced, something he had never done for dinner before.

It was your kidney. A gag began to rise in your throat but you swallowed it down. The room felt like it was spinning as sound of forks on the plates began, letting you know they were eating…you. Eating other people was one thing. It wasn't like they ever announced out loud that you were consuming human meat and if you didn't think about it, there wasn't a huge taste difference but it was a part of you sitting on these plates. It was different now, they wanted you to eat yourself.

They were talking like everything was normal. Your ears began to buzz like thousands of angry bees as your life ran through you head. The years of running, years of fear, the years of wasting away and just when you thought that maybe you could build yourself back, it was just another trap. And here you were sitting at a table full of deranged killers eating your kidney.

“What was the deal,” your question cut through their conversation.

You sounded surprisingly calm as you asked the question that had been sitting on your tongue for awhile. Hannibal, Will and Arkin all froze and stared at you for a moment. They began to exchange looks, probably to try and decide who would tell you. Asa just stared at you, not caring the answer. None of them spoke and you could feel your eye twitch with anger.

Arkin cleared his throat, “Uh…Asa made us promise that none of us would….mark you….until he decided to. If we did then he promised that he would let Hannibal take one of your kidneys, for dinner.”

“You weren’t meant to be touched, not until I decided,” Asa stated, throwing a hard look towards Will and Hannibal. “We still got dinner though so I guess it’s not a problem.”

Something snapped as angry tears began to flow, you were cut open for his stupid marking kink? You stood up and stepped back, unable to be near him anymore, “Until you decided? Why are you so obsessed with me?! What did I do, why can’t you just fucking leave me alone? I just wanted to live. I ran from you all those years ago and you kept following me. You kept making my life hell! Why?! And- and then suddenly you decide you want me when I begin to move on? Why do you keep doing this? I just-”

You stopped, you realized that screaming at them was never going to change anything. There was nothing you could do. It was so clear now that Asa had no intentions of letting you live any life that didn’t revolve around him and the others seemed content as long as you were with them. Maybe if you had realized that before, you could had ended things yourself.

Asa grinned, almost like he could see what little fight you had left dissipating. Little by little he was whittling you down. You just kept falling deeper and deeper into it. He was feeling excited, ready to see just how much he could break you. He simply stared at you as you stood there, silent and still. He patted your chair, signalling you to sit back down.

He expected you to sit down, calmly and quietly, with no fuss or fight. The same way you had been acting since they brought you here. What he didn’t expect was for you to sling the chair halfway across the floor and slam your hands against the table, causing Will to flinch. You stared Asa down. He hadn’t expected to to laugh as you looked at him, you were breaking but not how he wanted.

His face got hard, “Sit down.”

“No,” you couldn’t help but grin at the tiny flash of surprise that ran across his face. It felt good to rebel against him even if it was something as small as talking back.

He reached out to grab you but you spun on your heel and ran down the hall. The fear of what he'd do kept you running through the pain. You darted into the sun room, nearly slipping down the concrete steps as you ran towards the door. With Asa hot on your heels it was your only hope.

Arachne and Wasp stood in front of you as your desperately tried to open the door. It didn't seem like it was locked but for some reason you couldn't get it to move. The dogs barked as Asa got closer, you turned to face him and protect yourself.

You screamed as Asa kicked Wasp in the chest, causing him to cry out. He reared back, obviously going in for another hit but you threw yourself over Wasp, taking the forced of Asa’s kick. His boots added weight to his swing, making it feel like he swinging a sledgehammer into your ribs. You hadn't expected him to hurt his dogs but you should have know what type of man the Collector was.

He grunted as Arachne bit into his leg. Fearing that she would be next you tried your best to get to her as Wasp scrambled away. Realizing what you were doing Asa slung her off and instead began to take his anger out on you. You screamed as he kicked you in the stomach, no doubt fucking up your stitches even more.

You expected another kick but it never came. Will’s dogs were on Asa, snarling and biting anywhere they could. He punched one of them in the face and sung to get another. You reached out to stop him but Will’s fist suddenly connected with Asa's jaw. He stumbled back, obviously not expecting Will’s attack. Anger was written all over Will’s face as he swung at Asa again. He was about to hit him when Arkin grabbed his arm, stopping Will.

“Please Will, no more,” Arkin’s voice was quiet and soft. “He won’t touch your dogs.”

“If you don’t want your mutts to die then you won’t interfere in their punishment,” Asa wiped the blood away from his lips.

He was talking about your punishment. No doubt he would torture you for running, something he’s probably wanted to do for years. Will looked apprehensive for a moment as he looked down to where you were. He didn’t say anything as he looked back at Asa. For a split second you wondered if he’d refuse but instead he went to the backdoor and whistled, signaling for the dogs to follow him outside. When he simply turned the handle and opened the door with ease, you couldn't help but cry knowing that Asa set this house up to never let you leave. Arachne and Wasp stayed beside you until Asa pointed towards the door and they both quickly followed Will’s dogs out.

The second the door closed Asa grabbed your arm and began dragging you out of the room. You screamed and clawed at his grip. He didn’t slow or pay any mind to you as he dragged you through the house and to the basement door. You expected him to drag you downstairs but he pulled you up to face him.

“If you ever run from me again, I’ll cut your achilles.”

You barely had a second to process what he meant before he pushed you down the stairs. The world spun as you tumbled down. Your head cracked against one of the stairs, making your ears ring. You couldn’t hear Asa coming down behind you. Desperately, you tried to crawl away but he grabbed the back of your shirt and began dragging you down the hallway. He pulled you into a room with the same red box you saw the very first night you had met him.

This time it was empty but it once held an old specimen of his, and probably far more than you'd ever know about. You let out slurred pleas as he tossed inside and slammed the lid shut. He latched it and sat the box up so your legs were stuck in an awkward position. You couldn't even keep your head up as he left, loudly slamming the door shut.

Asa left you in that box for days, you weren’t sure exactly how many but you knew it had been more than a couple. The first few days you tried your best to get out but your body was too weak and you couldn’t move well in the box. Asa’s kicking has ripped your stomach open which was leaking blood. By now your shirt and pants were soaked.

You sucked the blood off your fingers, ignoring the painful twist of your stomach. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall but you ignored them. Asa was making his usual rounds, checking on each of his specimens. Some he’d take a bit longer to check on, some he’d simply open the door and look but he never ever came to your door. You swiped up the blood leaking from your stomach and desperately licked your hand clean. By now you accepted that you were probably going to die in the box.

Loud screaming echoed through the basement. A door slammed shut and the footsteps began to grow louder. You lifted your head up as your door opened. The latches came undone and your body slumped out of the box. You cried out as the blood began to rush back to your legs, making them feel like they had been lit on fire.

Asa sighed at the sight of blood, more like he was annoyed rather than concerned. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You were kicking in pain as he carried you out the room and to the metal tables. Hannibal was already there waiting as Asa practically dumped you onto the table. Before you could even blink, Hannibal was sliding a needle into your neck. It was the same drug that was used when they stitched you up the first time. The pain was still there and excruciating but your body couldn't move.

As Hannibal began to undress you Asa walked off. He eventually came back with a long thin tube. Your eyes widened in fear as Asa grabbed your face. He slipped the tube into your nose and began feeding it down your throat. You were thankful for the drugs to keep you still as he inserted it. The feeling of it made you feel like you were on the verge of sneezing. When he was done Hannibal began to fix your wounds.

Somehow you were happy to see them again. After spending days alone in the box you slowly began to crave their presence. Being alone in the darkness with only your thoughts and the pain messed with your head. Something Asa probably wanted to happen.

Asa attached a cream colored bag to the end of your tube and hung the it up before walking back down the hall. You couldn't see much from your angle but from the glimpses you could catch it looked like he was taking the box out of your room. The pain in your stomach slipped away as you watched him and the bag drained. Hannibal closed the last stitch and pressed a kiss against the top of your head.

As he left, Asa came back and began to pull the feeding tube from your nose. The sensation of him pulling the tube made your eyes roll back. You'd probably be gagging if you could move. He tossed the tube aside, picked you up and carried you back to the room.

It was now completely empty except for the twin mattress laying in the corner of the room. There were rust colored stains on it, you assumed from blood, and the stuffing was coming out from a rip. There was also a old bucket sitting in the corner of the room, obviously meant to be your bathroom. It was better than the box again. Surprisingly he was gentle when he laid you down.

You weren't sure how long he was going to leave you but you were happy he didn't shove you back into the box. No longer cramped up and feeling somewhat better you were able to sleep peacefully.

The room seemed to grow colder every day. You were certain Asa was turning up the air, there was no other explanation. The clothes Hannibal took off you were never replaced and it left you completely vulnerable to the biting cold.

Your only source of warmth was what little heat seeped under the door. At first you slept with your back pressed against it but after Asa figured out that you did that he began sticking his knife under the door. To avoid more stabbing you've taken to sleeping near the door rather than against it.

The sound of Asa’s heavy boots echo down the hall. To your absolute surprise the footsteps didn't stop at any other door. Instead they came all the way to yours. You could hear him grabbing his keys and your heart jumped with panic. He opened the door as you scrambled back to the mattress.

As Asa walked in, you could see Arkin entering the room across from yours before Asa shut the door. He held a plate as he walked to where you sat. Your stomach growled at the thought of food. He chuckled and sat the plate down, revealing your portion of your kidney pie. A gag made its way up your throat and you turned your head as Asa brought a forkful towards your mouth. His face twisted as he slammed the fork against the plate.

He didn't say anything as he picked up the plate and walked back out. Instantly you regretted turning it down. Hunger was clawing at your stomach like a wild animal. You sobbed and apologized, hoping he would come back.

Asa didn’t come back. He continued to do things down in the basement, you could hear him walking around and talking to Arkin, but he completely ignored you. You continued to apologize and beg Asa for the food but he would never respond. Eventually you heard all the lights shutting off and the sound of both Asa and Arkin leaving the basement. A few minutes later there was loud sniffing at your door.

“Arachne?”

She was definitely the only dog brave enough to disobey Asa and when she barked back you broke down into tears. You slipped your fingers under the door as much as you could to you could touch her and she laid against the door. You hear her tail thumping against the floor. It was a mystery how she even got down the stairs without Asa knowing.

You tried to pet her as best you could but with the lack of space between the door and the floor there wasn't much you could do other than wiggle your fingers back and forth. She didn't seem to mind, instead just pressed herself against the door more. You two stayed like that until you eventually couldn't keep your eyes open.

Arachne’s pained cries and Asa’s angry yelling tore you from your sleep. You ripped your fingers from under the door and pounded against it, hoping Asa would stop. Her screams grew louder and you sobbed in desperation.

“Please stop, please stop,” you screamed as loud as you could.

The door was flung open, knocking you against the wall. Asa threw Arachne into the room, she didn’t move and you panicked thinking she was dead. You tried to get to her but Asa grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. The calmness on his face terrified you.

“Those are the consequences of her actions, the same ones you face when you disobey what you're told.”

He shoved you back and left the room, slamming the door as hard as he could before locking it. You crawled over to Arachne as fast as you could. Her eyes opened as you rubbed her ear and you sighed in relief. You gently ran you hand down her body to see if she was okay. She flinched and cried as you touched her ribs and back. Your heart ripped at her cries.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

You stayed next to her side and watched to make sure she kept breathing. You weren't a vet, you couldn’t tell if Arachne was just bruised or if it was something serious. Thankfully, her breathing stayed steady and her tail wagged every time you rubbed her ears. There was no telling when Asa would decide to come back but you hoped it would be soon.

Hours probably passed before the door finally opened again. Asa grabbed you and dragged you out of the room. You scrambled to keep up but it didn’t help so you just went limp instead. He paid no mind and dragged you to the row of medical tables where Will was waiting with Hannibal. Asa pulled you up to stand in front of Will and handed you a knife. You looked at them all in disbelief.

Asa cleared his throat to grab your attention, “If you want me to help Arachne then you’ll cut his throat but if not then you-”

You didn’t let him finish before you dragged the knife across Will’s throat. Red seeped from his neck and you dropped the knife. The cut was closer to the base of his neck and you didn't use much force so you hoped he’d be okay. Asa hummed in amusement before he grabbed your arm and dragged you back to the room.

Although you knew that Hannibal wouldn't let Will die, you still couldn’t stop your tears. You didn't want to hurt Will. Out of everyone in the house he played the smallest part in your torture but you couldn’t handle the possibility of Arachne dying. Asa pulled you over to you bed and cradled your head in his hands. For the first time ever, his touch felt comforting.

“You did a good job.”

His words stilled your cries. He smiled at your reaction and wiped your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. You were completely stunned as he laid you back against the mattress. He stood back up, picked up Arachne, and left the room without another word.

Your brain was swimming with confusion, wanting to lean into his praise but also knowing that it was wrong. You tossed and turned on the mattress, feeling too many emotions at once. Everything had drained your already weak body and now, with your mind in turmoil, you could barely keep your eyes open. As you slipped into the darkness, you hoped that Arachne would be okay.

The door slammed open and Asa’s boots came into view as you opened your eyes. He was standing over you with a plate in his hand, some sort of fabric thrown over his arm and a water bottle. You groaned weakly as he helped you sit up.

“Raise your arms.”

You did as he said and held your arms up for him. He sat the plate down, which was still your portion of the kidney pie, and unfolded the fabric he had draped over his arm. It took you a second but when he began slipping your arms into the selves, you realized it was one of his sweaters. He pulled it over your head and put your arms back down. It was warm and soft.

Asa sat down on the mattress and pulled you onto his lap before grabbing the plate. This time when he brought the fork to your face you didn't turn away. Instead you practically inhaled every forkfull he brought to your lips. The food was bad and had obviously been for a long time but you were too hungry to care.

When you finished he sat the plate down and brought the bottle of water to your lips. You groaned and nearly downed the entire thing. He chuckled as he pulled it away from you, slipped you off his lap, collected the plate and left.

This routine of him coming in and feeding you became a regular thing every couple days. Every time he'd bring things like clothes, a blanket, a pillow and other things to make you more comfortable. He'd stay for hours to read you a book, hold you until you fell asleep, or sometimes he'd just sit there and do university work. You'd get more and more excited to see him each visit.

You stood by the door waiting for him. By now he seemed to have you on a feeding schedule but this time he had hadn't come down at all and you were beginning to worry. You perked up at the sound of heavy footsteps. He stopped at a few doors before yours and you could feel the anticipation of seeing him.

It was hard to stand still as you waited him. Eventually he was unlocking your door and your mouth began watering at the thought of food. However when the door swung open to reveal Asa, there was no food with him. Not even a bottle of water. He had an angry look on his face and your heart began to race, wondering what you did wrong. You flinched a bit as he brought his hand up to your face. He didn't hit you, instead just rested his palm against your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

You gasped when he suddenly picked you up. He chuckled and carried you over to the bed. You expected him to just put you down and you were confused when he laid both you and himself down. He held you against his body as he drew lines against your back. It didn't seem like he had any other plans to move and he was so warm, you pressed yourself against him as much as you could as you shivered. He pulled the blanket over the both of you and settled his head against your pillow. You were hungry but something about today obviously made Asa mad and you didn’t want upset him more by complaining about food, moreso the lack of.

Asa sighed and closed his eyes. He usually didn’t look so drained, it made you curious but too scared to ask. Cautiously and as slowly as you could, you brought your hand up to his hair. For a second you paused, debating if this was something you wanted to risk dying over. You figured it was worth a shot and buried your hand into his hair. He groaned as you began to scratch his scalp, his shoulders visibly relaxing. You continued scratching his head until you could hear his faint snoring. You pulled your hand away but froze as his eyes snapped open.

“Don't stop…please.”

You froze in confusion. That word had never come from Asa’s mouth before. He stared you down and you quickly began scratching scalp and brushing his hair again. He closed his eyes again and let out a soft sigh. It didn’t take very long for him to fall asleep again but you continued to scratch his head until your arm became tired and you too fell asleep.

There was loud sniffing in your ear as something wet pressed against it. You groaned and reached up to push whatever it was away so you could go back to sleep. Much to your surprise, the thing you pushed away was furry. You opened your eyes to see Arachne standing over you.

You screamed in joy and pulled her into a hug as she began to excitedly lick your face. She looked good and you could tell that she was fully healed. To be fair it had probably been over a month since you had last saw her.

“She’s yours now.”

“What,” you looked over to the doorway where Asa was standing.

“She is your responsibility and she will sleep in your room with you.”

You looked around the room, feeling sorry that she was going to be stuck down here with you. He shook his head.

“Not this room.”

He signalled for you to follow him as he walked away from your door. You were scared it was a trap but when Arachne followed him, so did you. Asa was standing at the stairs waiting for you both.

“I'm letting you come out of the basement, don't make me put you back here.”

You quickly shook your head. Every night since he put you in that room you dreamed of getting out. He took your hand and led you up the stairs and finally out of the basement.

Much to your disappointment it seemed like the house was empty. You didn't see anybody as he led you up the stairs. He stopped at the door next to his office, the one that was always locked. Arachne sat against your foot as Asa searched his pockets, you assumed for the key.

He opened the door to reveal a plain white room with a plain white mattress sitting on the floor. You didn't want to seem ungrateful so you gave him a thankful smile.

“Later tonight we're ordering things for your room,” he pulled the door back shut and locked it again. “Until everything arrives you're sleeping in our room. I don’t trust those two with you anymore.”

Those words felt like a shot to your heart. It was obvious that he was planning to distance you from Will and Hannibal. You spent so many hours in that room dreaming of those nights in Hannibal’s bed, laid between the two of them. Your heart ached at the thought of losing them more than you already had.

“Come on, you need to learn your new chores.”

The whip cracked and you flinched as the screams bounced off the walls. You trembled in your spot as Asa snapped the whip again. Blood audibly dripped onto the floor as the person sobbed and screamed for his mercy. You couldn’t breathe as the whip cracked again and again.

This was a new victim and Asa wanted you there, a part of your new chores. He required your assistance when “tending” to his specimens. Asa was training you to be his helper, the same way he had done to Arkin. You cried silently as the torture continued.

Asa stopped and passed you the bloodied whip, “Do it.”

You sobbed as you shook your head. There was no way you could bring yourself to do it. The person in front of you begged for your mercy. You screamed in fear as Asa grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you forward.

“Do it or you will be punished!”

He pushed you forward more, pressing your face against the person’s tattered skin. You cried harder but made no move to do as he asked. Angrily he ripped you back and dragged you out the room. He slammed you into the metal table with so much force you were left breathless. You stayed there as he collected something from the drawers. Running wasn’t going to save you but maybe taking your punishment would. He returned and began cutting off your pants. You cried as quietly as you could as you waited for in terrified anticipation.

“I don’t want to do this to you.”

You screamed as he dragged the blade across the skin of your thigh. He wasn’t cutting deep, just enough for him to peel off the top layer of skin. You felt nauseous as you watched him peel away your skin and place it near your head. He continued, paying no mind to how you screamed, cried, or pleaded for his mercy.

“It’s beautiful,” he finally spoke as he laid the last piece of skin out on the table.

He laid your skin out in a way that resembled the spider pendant that hung from Arachne’s collar. You looked down at your thigh to see there was indeed the same spider carved into your skin. Shock left your body feeling numb as you brushed your hand over the cuts. He snatched your wrist to keep you from touching it.

“Every time you disobey me, I cut another one into your skin.”

Spiders crawled across your body, others dug themselves into your ears and nose. You gagged and tried to scream as they crawled into your mouth. They filled your throat and head as you desperately clawed at your skin. Blood slicked your hands as you tore into your chest. There was no pain as you peeled open your chest and tried to dig the spiders out.

Hands grabbed your own and tried to force them down. You kicked and fought still desperate to rip the spiders from your insides. More hands pulled at your arms until you couldn’t fight anymore. Distance voices screamed your name but you couldn’t find where they were coming from.

“God damn it! They’re bleeding more!”

A dim light came into your vision as the spiders began to retreat. You continued to fight the hands that held you, even screaming as your throat began to clear. The light burned brighter as more hands grabbed your legs. The spiders were gone now, replaced with hands holding your arms and legs.

Freezing cold water hit your skin. You gasped in shock and snapped your eyes open as you tried to get away from the icy liquid. Hannibal, Arkin, and Asa were holding you down, keeping you from moving as Will stood in front of you with an empty bucket. You cried in confusion as you tried to pull your arms from their grip. ”Stop moving,” Asa snapped angrily. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

His words made you stop and you quieted down as you tried to see what he meant. Blood was soaking the sheets and pillows, that were now drenched in water, but you couldn't see where the blood was coming from.

“You tore the spider.”

He was talking about the newest spider he carved into your shoulder that night. You again refused to hurt his specimens and he punished you as he had said, this one becoming the sixth on your body. Although last night he put his foot down.

“I'll put you back in the box and leave you to rot if you refuse me one more time,” he told you as he cut your skin.

He made you sleep in your room as extra punishment and probably to fully cement his words in your mind. Arachne was even put in the sun room so you were completely alone. It was horrible and it was no wonder you had a nightmare.

The skin of your shoulder had been ripped all the way down to your chest. It was bleeding profusely and the spider was completely unrecognizable. Asa was obviously upset about his latest carving being ruined but he didn’t voice his annoyance.

He sighed as he inspected the damage, “Hannibal will stitch you up. Arkin will help you clean up the room.”

He left your room without another word, taking Will with him. Hannibal and Arkin helped you out bed. They tried to carefully led you to Arkin and Asa's room but they practically had to drag you as the blood loss left you weak. You were slipping in and out of consciousness the entire time Hannibal was working on you. Their voices were faint but you could catch parts of their conversation, they mostly spoke about Asa.

“-put Arachne down there-”

“-same thing with-”

“-actually killed beet-”

You tried so hard to listen when you heard Arachne but they kept fading in and out. It was impossible to stay awake more than a few seconds. They seemed to notice you fighting to wake up because they quickly stopped talking. You groaned as Hannibal pressed against the wound and signed water to him. He sent Arkin off to get you some as he began to bandage you.

“I'll speak with Asa,” Hannibal told you as Will walked in with a glass of water.

“Well right now he's talking to Arkin.”

You nearly burst into tears once you realized you were alone with Hannibal and Will. Will gently held you face as the tears slipped down your cheeks. It had been so long since he touched you. It was like Will’s touch burned away the horrible, lonely pain Asa left behind. You softly traced the pink line on his neck.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried. “I didn’t want to but-”

“I know why you did it,” he took a deep sigh. “I’m upset with Asa not you. He’s disgusting for the way he psychology-”

“Will.”

“Hannibal, I don't want to hear-”

“Will!”

Will took another deep breath and cleared his throat as he turned to you, “Asa said you can sleep in our bed now.”

You gasped and tried to get out of the bed but they both stopped you. They gently pushed you back down against the bed. Hannibal prodded around your bandages, checking for something.

“Hey I know you’re excited but your stitches haven't even set,” Will said as Hannibal picked you up instead.

He carried to their room and you cried as he laid you on their bed. This was what you had been dreaming of since Asa took you downstairs. Every part of you missed them and their warmth. Will pulled you into a hug as he slipped into the bed. Everything felt right again as Hannibal laid next to you, pulling both you and Will closer to him. You felt safe in their hold.

“Tonight you’re coming with me and Hannibal.”

Confusion was written all over your face as you looked between Asa and Hannibal. They never let you out of the house. Asa doesn’t even allow you in the backyard anymore. The most you're allowed to do is stand at the windows and look outside. He gave you a hard look and you swallowed your bite of dinner.

“Uh- yes sir,” you responded as quickly as you could.

“We’re leaving after we finish dinner,” Asa added.

You responded again and continued to eat. He wasn’t so aggressive about you joining dinner conversations so you ate in silence. You finished quickly but stayed at the table. Asa almost never let you out of his sight anymore.

“Get Arachne ready to come with us,” Asa spoke to you as Will and Arkin collected everyone’s plates. “Her harness is downstairs.”

He handed you the keys to the basement, something he only ever did with Arkin. You gave him a questioning look but he only tilted his head towards the door. He was testing his control over you but you weren't stupid enough fail. You took the keys and went downstairs. Their harnesses hung from hooks near the couch.

The basement always made you uneasy so you quickly grabbed her harness and went back up stairs. His eyes were glued to you as you locked the door back. You returned the keys and he grinned as he thanked you. Your stomach flipped as he praised you for doing so good. You quickly left the dining room to escape his gaze.

The dogs mobbed you the second you stepped into the room. You squealed under their wet tongues and aggressive sniffing. It took a second to get them to clear off you but eventually you were able to get Arachne harnessed. She knew what it meant and went to sit by the front door when you finished putting it on. You waited with her as Hannibal and Asa got ready.

“Come on.”

Asa grabbed you hand and walked you to a black car. Hannibal opened the door and Asa guided you into the car. It felt like you were being put into the back of a police car with they way they were acting. Arachne joined you and they got in on their respective sides. Hannibal was driving and Asa sat in the passenger’s side.

“If you run, I’ll have Arachne kill you,” Asa warned. “Unlike you she’s learned not to disobey me.

“Yes sir.”

Suddenly Hannibal pulled off onto the side of the road and parked the car in a small space behind the trees. Asa got out and pulled you from the car. He whistled and Arachne took off somewhere in the woods as he walked you to the middle of the street.

“Don’t move.”

He slashed the back of your thigh. You screamed and collapsed against the pavement. The cut was deep and pouring blood. He cut you again just as deep on your other thigh. Fear that he’d kill you kept you from trying to get away from him. He left you in the middle of the road and went back to where the car was hidden. You wondered if he was leaving you to die.

Headlights blinded you as a car came down the street. It stopped and a couple stepped out the car. You couldn’t understand what they were saying as the woman rushed to your side. She was obviously asking you something but you didn’t know what language she was speaking. There was a loud whistle and Arachne sprinted from the trees. She launched herself at the man as Asa appeared from the side of the road. The woman screamed and ran.

Arachne and Asa followed her as Hannibal dragged the man away. Blood was gushing from his neck where Arachne had bitten him. You stayed in your spot, rooted in fear. Asa and Arachne appeared again. He was dragging the woman behind him. She didn’t look like she was bleeding from anywhere but that wouldn't last long.

You could hear the woman fighting until everything went silent. Asa came back and tossed you over his shoulder before putting you in the backseat again. Arachne got in and sat on the floorboard near your head.

The car ride was silent and you fought to keep your eyes open the entire time. Hannibal parked and Asa pulled you from the back seat. You moaned in pain as tossed you over his shoulder. He walked you down to the basement and ordered Arkin to help.

“He will be good,” Hannibal said as he carried the man in.

He tossed the man onto a table and it was obvious he was already dead. The missing hunk of his neck told you he probably bled out in the trunk of the car.

“Put her in a room then,” Asa told Arkin as he brought the woman in. “I’m stitching these, I want the scars to look nice.”

You whimpered at his words as he sat on the couch and pulled you across his lap. He began to clean your cuts to stitch them and he wasn't gentle at all. You sobbed in pain as he roughly cleaned the blood from your legs. His stitching was much rougher than Hannibal and Arkin's. You realized why he passed you off to everyone else. It was almost impossible to stay still under all the horrible pulling and pinching.

From where you laid you were forced to watch as Hannibal cut the man up and removed various organs and even the man's thigh. Every time you tried to look away Asa moved your head back. You tried to close your eyes but Asa harshly slapped your ass.

“Keep your eyes open,” he slapped you again and you opened your eyes as you yelped in pain. “You need to learn how things work down here.”

Arkin helped Hannibal break down what he didn't keep and they put it into the bags used for the dog food. It was a sickening process but it kept you distracted from Asa’s rough handling. Eventually the woman woke up and began beating against the door.

“Arkin.”

You tried to cover your ears, fearing what was going to be done to her but the second you moved your arms Asa pulled them behind your back and tied them as tightly as he could. He smacked your fresh stitches and you quickly cried out an apology. He laughed as moved you off his lap and passed you over to Arkin. Arkin tried to sooth you as Asa went into the room with the woman. Her screams echoed through the room before they were cut off with a loud screech. You squeezed your eyes closed as Asa emerged from the room.

“Don’t get scared now, that woman in there is our new personal project.”

“It’s her or the box, don’t make me waste my time. This is your last chance.”

This time you really had no choice. There were no other ways out and there was no use in fighting. You sighed as you looked back at him. There was an excited look in his eyes.

“Her.”

Dread filled your body as Asa pulled you into the basement. The woman was lying on a table already. She wasn't moving but you could see her eyes and the way they jumped between you and Asa. You felt sick as he continued pulling you towards her. Your body trembled as he made you stand at her side. It was like you could physically feel her fear radiating off her body.

“All you have to do is cut along that line.”

He passed you a scalpel and guided your hands towards the marker line on her side. You cried as he shoved you forward and you lost your grip. He sighed angrily when you dropped the scalpel.

“So you have no problem cutting Will’s throat but some random whore isn’t worth it? You must really hate that man,” he sneered as he grabbed the blade and shoved it back into your hand.

“No I don’t.”

“Oh really? So how come you slash Will’s throat like it’s nothing-”

“You made me!”

He raised his eyebrows, “Did I hold your hand while you did it?”

“No,” you responded quietly.

“So how did I make you?”

“You used Arachne-”

“Another thing that was your fault, she was only misbehaving because of you! She got in trouble because of you! I shouldn’t have to explain this to you like you’re a toddler, it's simple: do as I ask and you won’t have to hurt all those things you claim to care about.”

You frowned at his choice of words, “They’re not things. I love Arachne and I love Will!”

“Then either you cut this bitch like I asked or I'll kill them both and lock you in that fucking room with their bodies and we see how much you really love them,” he yelled as he stepped forward, caging you against the table.

“Hannibal wouldn’t let you kill Will,” your voice trembled.

He laughed, “You think I won’t kill him too? If I really have to I’ll burn this whole place to the ground with everyone in it, Arkin included. I’m done playing this game, you cut her right now or it’s all over.”

You sobbed as he stepped back and turned you around to face her.

“Now!”

Your hands shook as you pressed the blade into her skin and dragged it down along the line. He hummed his approved and pushed you back away from the table. You sobbed and gagged as the room began to spin.

“Get back over here.”

He yanked you back and pressed your head against her stomach. You screamed as he held an amputated arm in front of your face. He grinned and caressed your face with the hand. This was all just a big sick game to him.

“You’re stitching this onto her.”

You retched and he pushed you to the floor just as it rushed up your throat. He sighed as he tossed the arm onto the table. Gently, he pulled your hair back and rubbed your back as you continued to throw up. Your mind raced with confusion as he suddenly switched to a softer tactic.

“You’re this far in, just suck it up and do it.”

He pulled you back up and stood you next to her now open side. You wiped your mouth and took the needle he dropped in your hand. He shoved the metal wire connected to the arm into her side. The sound and sight made you nauseous but with the way he was standing behind you, you couldn't move an inch.

“Everything is ready, just stitch. I’ll hold the arm.”

You reluctantly stitched the arm onto her body. He directed you the entire time and took over when your hands shook too bad. You did the most of it all but when it was almost finished he pushed you away.

“Sit on the couch.”

He continued to work on her and you did as told. You were drained and he hadn’t let you sleep all night. The moment Arkin finished bandaging you Asa set you upstairs to clean. The night had already bled into the morning when he pulled you downstairs. You yawned as you laid across the couch.

“Don't fall asleep.”

You opened your eyes and watched as Asa carried the woman back to her room. His eyes caught yours as he came back out. He had that same excited look from before. A chill ran down your body as he joined you on the couch. Goosebumps raised on your arm as he traced your spine.

“Stand up.”

Quickly, you shot up from the couch and stood in front of him. He tugged at your shirt signalling that he wanted you to take it off. Your hands trembled as you removed your shirt. He tapped the button of your shorts and you pulled them down. You forced yourself to keep your hands at your side as you stood bare in front of him.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you did as told. “Get on your hands and knees.”

The tiles were cold against your skin and you felt anxious waiting for what he planned to do. His belt buckle clinked against the button of his pants as he pulled it off. He pressed the heel of his boot between your shoulders, forcing your chest against the floor.

His belt cracked against the tender skin of your thigh. You screamed and tried to get away from the pain as he continued to snap the belt against your backside. His foot kept you from moving as he repeatedly hit you. He didn't care what part of you he hit, your back, ass, thighs, legs or feet, as long as if left a mark. Each swing of the belt grew harder until you could feel the blood dripping from your skin.

Asa moved his foot from your back but you were too weak to move. You laid there as Asa undid his pants and kneeled behind you. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled you back onto his cock. Your eyes rolled back as he filled you.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as he pulled out and slammed back into your hips.

You cried out in pleasure as he began a steady pace. It was rough and the teeth of his zipper painfully bit into your tattered skin with each thrust but he hit that perfect spot every time. The mix of pain and pleasure left you delirious. You trembled as your orgasm began to approach quickly. His nails dug into your bruised hips as his pace became more brutal. White burned behind your eyes as the building orgasm suddenly erupted, leaving you breathless.

“As-a,” you choked out as he kept going.

He pulled out, roughly flipped you on your back and pressed your knees to your chest. It pulled your skin taught against the stitches and it felt like they would pop open at any second. He slipped himself back inside you and resumed his raveging pace. The new position was even more overwhelming than the last.

“So good for me,” he mumbled to himself, seemingly lost in his own pleasure. “Fuck so good.”

Your entire body felt full and tense. He groaned and spread your knees so he could reach your neck. Your heart skipped as he began biting and sucking whatever tender skin he could reach. He was sealing your fate with every dark hickey he left behind on your skin. You were marked, you were his.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as your second orgasm hit you like a truck. He continued on, chasing his own release. His hips slammed into yours until he suddenly stopped. You could feel him pulse inside you as he continued to mark you.

Exhaustion took over your body as he pulled himself out. He tucked himself back into his pants and grabbed your clothes from where they had been discarded. Your body was completely limp as he clothed you. He didn't seem to mind and picked you up once he had finished.

“You did good,” he praised as he carried you upstairs. “I'm proud of you.”

“You step out that door and I'll break your legs.”

In the recent weeks, Asa threats had become more empty. You gave in, began complying with all his rules and no longer fought when it came to harming his specimens. By now you had sew four more amputated arms onto the poor woman. You learned Asa enjoyed turning the people into insects to hang on the walls, much like the ones in his office and bedroom. As sickening as it was, you complied and helped him. With your new behavior, Asa began loosening his invisible leash on you. He wasn't as harsh as before and your relationship with him grew more comfortable.

“You'd rather let the cat drown?”

A black cat had been living in the backyard for three days. You watched it from the window nearly every free second you had. Every day you desperately tried to convince Asa and Hannibal to let you bring the cat in. Hannibal eventually caved but Asa firmly stood his ground with a hard no.

A horrible storm had been brewing for days and it had finally come in. You spent the entire morning at the windows searching for the cat. The storm was harsh and you wanted to know it was okay. The cat was hidden in a tree but the winds and harsh rain eventually swept it into a pot Arkin abandoned. It wasn't a particularly tall pot but it was too big for the cat to get out. You begged Asa to let you out when you first saw the cat fall but he refused.

“The pots drain, it'll be fine.”

“That one doesn't! That's why Arkin doesn't use it. He told you that,” you angrily threw the door open. Asa didn't keep the back door locked since you no longer fought him. He simply relied on your obedience and loyalty to keep you in the house.

“If you step out of this fucking house I'll kill you, I don't give a damn what Hannibal says!”

“Hannibal says if you try to burn his house down he'll rise from the dead and skin your ass.”

“He didn't say that!”

You ignored him and whistled to Arachne. She too had been watching the cat the entire time.

“Get it.”

She shot out the door and ran to the pot. She searched for a moment before sticking her head inside. The cat had sunk and you were terrified it drowned. You cheered as she emerged with the cat in her mouth and it let out a loud cry. She raced back inside and you pulled the door shut. The rain picked up and slammed against the windows as if it was protesting against the rescue.

“You're supposed to be spending time with me, not worrying about some damn cat.”

“Are you jealous?”

He didn't answer. You gently took the soaked cat from Arachne and joined Asa at the couch. He didn't say anything as you climbed onto his lap. When you settled he rested his hands against your hips. He eyed the cat with a disgusted look.

“That shit is your responsibility.”

“Thank you,” you pressed a quick kiss against his lips.

“Go get a towel, damn thing is dripping on me.”

“Can you hold-”

“No.”

“Okay fine,” you huffed as you slipped off Asa’s lap.

“Watch your tone.”

“Sorry sir,” you apologized before leaving to get a towel like he said.

The poor cat trembled in your arms, obviously affected by the cool air of the house. You gently toweled it's fur and took a second to look under it's tail. As you had suspected it was a boy. He purred as you continued to dry him.

“Who's this?”

You jumped at the sound of Hannibal’s voice. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching you.

“He's the cat I've been telling you about,” you held up him so Hannibal could fully see him. “I'm not sure what kind he is but he's gorgeous isn't he?”

Hannibal chuckled at the way your face lit as as you spoke about the cat, “He is very striking.”

“Asa already said he's my responsibility so that means I get to keep him.”

“If you plan to keep him then he needs a name.”

“I've been thinking about Corvos,” you confessed as he pushed his face against yours, purring happily. Hannibal smiled and you felt your face flush as he recognized where you gotten the name from.

With Asa being more lenient with you, he's allowed you to spend more time with Hannibal and Will, which means you've been spending nearly every afternoon in Hannibal's office. For the past week he's been teaching Will Latin and you've picked up a few of the words from their lessons.

“The Latin word for raven,” he gave you a knowing grin. “You said you don't listen to Will’s lessons.”

The only reason you listened to that lesson was because Hannibal’s head had been between Will’s legs. The breathless way he said the word left butterflies in your stomach. The word had been ringing in your head ever since.

“I- I don't,” you lied. “I just really like that word.”

“I told you to grab a towel, not stand here and talk,” Asa snapped as he appeared in the doorway behind Hannibal.

“Sorry sir,” you tossed the towel into the laundry basket and picked up Corvos. He curled up in your arms and tucked his head under your chin.

“Leave the cat, I don't want it with us.”

“Please Asa,” you begged. “He won't get in the way. I promise!”

“No.”

“You can put him in my office for now,” Hannibal offered as your smile fell. “I'll be with him so you won't have to worry.”

Reluctantly you passed Corvos over to Hannibal. Asa took your hand and pulled you to the stairs as Hannibal took Corvos to his office. Asa had a scowl on his face as he led you back to the sun room.

“Sorry I made you come get me.”

He eyed you for a moment before letting out a sigh, “If you'd prefer not to watch a movie I'll allow you to go do something else.”

“No no,” you quickly shook your head. “I want to watch a movie with you. I was just worried about Corvos.”

“You already named that damn thing?”

You laughed at his words. He gave you a small grin as he pulled you onto his lap. You laid your head against his chest as he scrolled through the movies. He pressed a few gentle kisses against your head. It was almost hard to believe it was actually Asa who was being so kind to you.

“Oh look, they're playing your favorite movie.”

“Where is the food for Corvos?”

“I hate that fucking cat,” Asa muttered under his breath as he passed the bag of meat to Will. “I left it in the basement, you'll have to go get it.”

Unlike the dogs, Corvos ate canned cat food rather than the scraps. Asa hated it but Hannibal enjoyed picking out the fancy flavors for Corvos. Hannibal was the reason why your cat was so spoiled even though Asa blamed you.

“There’s a full case of the kind he likes with the quail eggs,” Hannibal said as Asa passed you the keys.

“Didn't we just run out of those yesterday?”

“I bought more today,” Hannibal explained as Asa scoffed. “It's his favorite.”

You laughed at the disgusted look Asa threw Hannibal. When he shot you the same look, you quickly shut up and went down to the basement. You walked past the metal tables and pulled open the door to the closet. Asa used the room to store his toys and the dogs’ things. You ignored the wall of torture instruments and focused on the shelf next to the freezer.

Just as Hannibal said, an unopened case of cat food sat on the shelf. You ripped open the box and grabbed a can. A few fell from the box and you cursed as they scattered across the floor. You sighed as you sat the can down and began picking up the fallen food.

One of the cans had fallen into a half open box next to the freezer. It was filled with random leashes and destroyed dog toys. You grabbed the can and prepared to close the box again when something caught your eye. A leather collar stuck out from the sea of leashes. It looked exactly like the ones Wasp and Arachne wore. Curiosity got the better of you as you grabbed the collar.

Similar to the pendants that hang from Wasp and Arachne's collars, a small metal beetle hung from the collar in your hands. A picture frame in the box caught your attention. You flipped it over to revealed a picture of Asa and Arkin with three dogs sitting at their feet. Arachne and Wasp were easy to recognize but you have never seen the third dog before. Suddenly the conversation between Hannibal and Arkin ran through your head.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped and dropped the collar back in the box as Arkin entered the room. It felt like your heart was beating in your throat as you closed the box back, grabbed the can of cat food and stood up. Arkin eyed you suspiciously as you tried not to meet his gaze.

“I was just getting the food like Asa told me.”

“Stop being stupid.”

“What,” you were taken aback by Arkin's words. He had never spoke to you this way.

“Just because Asa's given you some freedom doesn't mean you run with it. If he catches you sticking your nose where it's not meant to be, he'll kill you.”

“But Hannibal-”

“You think Hannibal is gonna save you,” he scoffed in disbelief. “Why do you think you're even here right now? We were never following you, Asa didn't even know where you went.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hannibal called Asa, told him where to find you.”

[hellion-writes]

Yaz: (Y/n), are you sure there isn't something down there you can use to climb out?

(Y/n): oh, wait! Here's a grappling hook! Oh, and here's an escalator! Silly me!

Graham: We're about to die, (y/n)! Do you really want your final words to be sarcastic?

(Y/n), sarcastically: NoooooOOOOOOoooooo!

[love-of-fandoms]

The Non-Companion (The Master + OC) Chapter 9

Chapter 9 of The Non-Companion (Master List)

Pairing: The Master + OC

Word Count: 2177 words

Warning: Y’all might get whiplash from this chapter

“You okay?” Yaz asked a couple of days later after they had picked Jo up. She had decided to go on more adventures with them. “You’re really quiet,” Ryan nodded.

“Yeah, you have been for days now,” he said, and Jo looked at the Doctor, at the way her shoulders sagged despite the smile she put on for the fam.

“Five planets, barely said a word,” Graham agreed, but the Doctor waved them off.

“I’m fine,” the lie was painfully obvious in her voice.

“Why don’t you ever share anything with us?” Graham finally accused, and the Doctor’s eyes widened.

“I share stuff!” Jo kept silent, but she knew she’d have to have a talk with the Doctor later.

“Not about yourself though,” Graham argued, and Ryan nodded.

“You know everything about us,” he said.

“And we know nothing about you,” Yaz finished, and Jo held in her urge to say we finish each other’s -sandwiches!

“Fine,” the Doctor sighed, and Jo didn’t like how distant she was. Her eyes were completely blank, as opposed to how they were usually filled with ancient wonder. “What do you want to know?”

“Who are you, Doc?” Graham asked. “Really,” he added, and the Doctor took in a deep breath, her voice detached when she finally opened her mouth to answer his question.

“I was born on a planet called Gallifrey. In the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm a Time Lord. I can regenerate my body. I stole this TARDIS and ran away. I've been travelling ever since,” she rattled off with almost clinical detachment, and Jo flinched. “The Master was one of my oldest friends,” sadness flashed in her eyes for a moment. “We went very different ways…” she trailed off, looking down for a moment to collect herself before looking back up at the fam. “Questions?”

“Loads,” Graham scoffed, and Yaz grinned.

“Can we visit it? Your home?” she asked, and Jo flinched once more, remembering what she had heard the Master say.

“I'm not sure how to describe what I found. Pulverised? Burned? Nuked? All of the aboveI'm not sure how to describe what I found. Pulverised? Burned? Nuked? All of the above,” he had said. “Someone destroyed it. Our home. Razed to the ground. Everyone killed. Everything burned,”

The Doctor hadn’t wanted to believe the Master, but Jo didn’t think he would lie about that. Or at least, it didn’t feel like that was a lie.

“Another time,” the Doctor sighed, and Jo almost wanted to cry for her old friend.

After the Doctor had dropped the fam home, Jo decided it was time for their talk.

“Doctor?” she asked, her voice shaky despite her best efforts to remain calm. The Doctor looked up at her, and this time her cold mask was gone, and Jo could see how truly devastated she was. “What happened to Gallifrey?” she asked, and the Doctor took in a shuddering breath.

“He destroyed it,” she muttered, sitting down on the steps to the console, and Jo lowered herself down to sit next to her.

“The Master?” the Doctor nodded numbly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small circular device. It had Gallifreyan markings on it, but Jo couldn’t quite figure them out. Her language lessons were going very slowly there. In the center, there was a blinking light, and Jo’s thumb hovered over it for a moment. She looked to the Doctor, who nodded. Jo pressed the button and a hologram appeared in front of them. It was the Master, appearing much more tattered than he had before. He looked distraught, and his voice was filled with sadness when he spoke.

“Geo-activated. If you're seeing this, you've been to Gallifrey,” he spoke, and paused to take in a deep breath. “When I said someone did that, obviously I meant I did. I had to make them pay, Doctor. For what I discovered,” he took in a shuddering breath, and Jo was surprised to see his shoulders shaking, as if he was crying. Or perhaps holding in tears that had yet to fall. “They lied to us. The founding fathers of Gallifrey. Everything we were told was a lie. We are not who we think. You or I. The whole existence of our species. Built on the lie of the timeless child,” the Doctor flinched, and the hologram blinked off. Jo’s eyes were wide as she tried to take in this information.

“The timeless child,” she repeated, looking at the Doctor. “What is that?” the Doctor’s shoulders shrugged.

“I don’t know,” her voice sounded so broken, and Jo realized that in this moment, she didn’t need to figure out the riddle the Master had given them. She needed to heal. Gently, Jo wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders, and pulled her into her. “Jo-” the Doctor’s voice began to break, and Jo shifted so that her head was laying on her chest, and she wrapped both arms around the Doctor’s form. One hand went to stroke through her hair, and Jo shushed her softly.

“Shh, it’s alright,” she murmured, and the Doctor dissolved into sobs, reliving the pain of her planet being destroyed for the second time. “I’ve got you,” Jo felt her skin getting wet with the Doctor’s tears, and she just continued to stroke a hand through her hair, the other hand rubbing reassuring circles on her back. “We’ll get through this,”

The Doctor dropped Jo home the next day, having not wanted to be alone the night before, which Jo understood. Jo went to the small kitchenette in her apartment to make some tea, and let out a sigh as the wheezing of the TARDIS announced the Doctor’s departure.

“Hello, luv,” not even half a second passed before Jo had whipped around and her fist collided with the Master’s face. He stumbled back with an ‘oof’. “I deserved that,” he admitted, and Jo pulled a knife out of a compartment in her jacket. The Master raised his eyebrows. “How many knives do you have?” he muttered, and Jo shrugged a shoulder.

“Enough to be a threat,” she shot back, and he smirked, reaching into his coat pocket slowly. Jo tensed, preparing to dash forward if he pulled out his TCE, but instead he pulled out a familiar knife. “Is that… mine?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion, and the Master nodded, flipping the knife so he was holding the blade and the handle was facing her.

“Figured it’d be polite to return it,” he muttered, and Jo cautiously took it out of his hands, shoving it in its rightful place in her boot.

“I threw it into your hand,” she said with raised eyebrows, and the Master shrugged.

“I don’t blame you,” he countered. “It was impressive, actually,” he smirked. “How much pain were you in, when you threw it?” he asked, a mix of fascination and genuine curiosity on his face, and Jo shrugged.

“You want a scientific measurement?” she deadpanned, and he chuckled.

“I knew I liked you for a reason!” he said with a smirk, and Jo rolled her eyes.

“You don’t like anyone,” the Master tilted his head, humming.

“You’re right,” he admitted, still grinning at her. He pointed at a stool that was at her kitchen counter. “May I?” Jo nodded, and he sank heavily onto the stool, leaning his forearms on the counter.

“Tea?” she asked, and the Master smirked.

“Yeah, thanks,” he nodded, and Jo turned her stove on before turning to one of her cabinets and rooting through it for the blend she wanted. She kept a cautious eye on the Master, though.

“So why are you here?” she asked, and the Master shrugged.

“Wanted to return that lovely knife,” he said, eyes scanning her up and down as if searching for more hiding places where she kept her knives. He wouldn’t find them, Jo had done a good job of concealing her weapons. “Past that, no clue,” he shrugged, and Jo raised her eyebrows at him.

“So you’re just… here,” she said, and he nodded. “With no ulterior motive,” he nodded once more, and Jo scoffed. “Forgive me if I don’t entirely believe that,” she said, pulling out her steeper and scooping some tea leaves into it. The Master chuckled.

“I don’t blame you,” he admitted. “Though, if I’m being honest, the anomaly that is Jo Hartford is… fascinating,” he bit his lip as he observed her, and Jo rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure the judoon still have records of everything they got when they ‘tested’ me,” Jo held up finger quotes around the word tested and the Master hummed in confusion. Jo looked up at him, waiting for him to connect the dots, but he just continued to stare at her, his face pinched in an adorably confused expression. “They held me against my will for two months trying to figure out what the fuck I was,” she said bluntly, and the Master’s eyes widened.

“That’s awful,” he muttered, and Jo couldn’t tell if his sympathetic tone was genuine or manufactured. “Had to escape from them a couple times, myself, never fun,” he grimaced, and Jo nodded. The kettle screeched, and Jo took it off the stove and poured it into the steeper. There were a couple moments of silence, though it wasn’t entirely awkward, in which they waited for the tea to steep.

When it had, Jo handed the Master a cup of tea, before pouring one for herself.

“So…” she started, and the Master grunted in question, glancing up at her from his teacup. “What happens now?” he grinned.

“No idea,” he said, and Jo’s brows furrowed.

“You don’t have a plan?” she asked, incredulous, and the Master shrugged.

“Of course I have a plan,” he scoffed. “I thought you meant right now,” she had, but he didn’t need to know that. “I heard humans like movies,” he shrugged, and Jo’s jaw dropped, gaping at him.

“Are you… asking me on a date?” she muttered, confused beyond belief, and the Master scoffed, shaking his head. 

“Nothing as mundane as that,” he defended, before tilting his head. “But… yes,” Jo let out a tiny gasp, her confusion not ebbing at all as she stared at the Master.

“Um… what?” she asked dumbly, and the Master rolled his eyes.

“I thought this was what happened when you were interested in someone,” he said, and Jo nodded.

“It is, when you’re interested romantically,” she said. “Not as a science experiment,” the Master just stared blankly at her, and Jo sighed, rolling her eyes. “Jesus christ,” she muttered, before stepping closer to him. “Alright, what’ve you got?” the Master’s eyes widened minutely, and he stood, staring down at her in confusion.

“What?” it was his turn to look stupid, mouth gaping open like a fish.

“For movies, dumbass,” Jo sighed, and the Master grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards a ‘closet’ door.

“Come see!” he said excitedly, dragging her through the door and into his TARDIS, which was surprisingly still decorated like O’s cabin. He dragged her further in, leading her to a screening room and gesturing to the remote. “Anything you’d like,” he said, and Jo pondered for a minute, before smirking at him. She collapsed on the immensely comfy sofa and picked up the remote, beginning to type in the name of her movie.

“Alright, come sit down,” she said, and the Master looked lost for a moment before he sat down next to her, stiff as a board. “Oh my god, relax, dude,” she muttered, continuing to type, and the Master leaned back. Jo glanced over at him, and giggled at how ridiculous he looked. He was insanely tense, and in a purple plaid suit with a velvet overcoat. She rolled her eyes, setting down the remote. “You’re impossible," she muttered, standing and starting to leave the room. The Master shot up and trailed after her, though surprisingly he did nothing to stop her.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, and Jo giggled.

“I’m putting on some comfy clothes,” she explained, stopping at the TARDIS door. “I’d suggest you do the same. Be right back!” she called, exiting the TARDIS. The Master stared at the TARDIS door for a moment, as if he was unsure if all that had really just happened. After a moment of standing there like an idiot, he raced to the TARDIS’ wardrobe and changed into some plaid sweats and a t shirt, before running back up to the console room. True to her word, a couple minutes later Jo came back in wearing a hoodie and some leggings. She was also carrying a heap of soft blankets in her arms.

“You’re gonna have to lead me,” she muttered from behind the mountain of blankets, and the Master chuckled, going behind her and grasping her shoulders with surprising gentleness. He was able to see over the mountain of blankets, so he led her to the screening room and divested her of them, dumping them on the sofa.

“Now what?” he asked, and Jo shrugged.

“Have you ever made a pillow fort?” she asked.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

New Face (13th Doctor X Male!Reader)

Characters: 13th Doctor X Male!Reader

Universe: Doctor Who

Warnings: Maybe spoilers?

Request: Do you think I can get a platonic Male reader x 13th doctor whose being with her since her 9th form and he was 18 or 19 when he joined her and the reader left a bit before she regenerated into 13 and after his runs into the tartis and ask everyone where's doc then they both see and reader is like u look hot in that form 

You and the doctor were as thick as thieves, and had been since you had met. You were a friend of Rose’s from school, who she’d called on for help one time, where you ended up meeting the doctor, and helping him, and in a way, helping save the world. Since then the doctor would ask about you a lot,sometimes hinting that you were maybe Rose’s boyfriend, though Rose quickly shot that down, though the doctor would still ask about you, often asking if you had any knowledge on a certain subject, and usually the answer was yes. Eventually Rose suggested that they invite you to travel with them, and the doctor promptly agreed.

When you met the doctor for the first time, it was when he had the same face that Rose met him as- the Northerner with large ears, and you saw him into the skinny man with spiky hair. You stuck around after Rose had gone, knowing full well if you let the doctor out of your sight he’d do something stupid and so stuff he’d regret. You expected him to one day drop you off and never come to get you again, and you had already decided that you’d accept that. However, that time never came. You met Martha, when Jack tracked you down, who was surprised you were still around but glad you were. You were there when the doctor learnt that the Master was alive, you were there when the year that didn’t happen, happened, and you still stuck it out with him. At this point, the doctor was expecting you to be the one to want to leave after that hell, but you simply smiled, and shook your head. And so you continued. You met Donna, and for a while you two travelled together with no other companions, until Donna came back, and you were happy she was there. And then she had to go. And then the master was reborn. 

You were there when he regenerated. His spiky hair was now floppy, and he was a goof compared to his previous two regenerations. But he seemed happier. More childish. You met Amy, and Rory, those adventures were long and incredible, Amy reminding you a bit of Rose...losing her and Rory was a massive blow to the Doctor. Luckily, Clara came along. 

You of course were there when he regenerated again, able to help poor Clara in understanding what was happening and what to expect. You still chuckled when imagining her horrified expression when you told her about his previous faces and how they were, though this new doctor was far more harsh than the first face you met, though never once did the idea of leaving cross your mind. You were used to the face changes, the change in personality, and the change in taste, because you knew that no matter what, the doctor was still the doctor and always will be, and this lonely man needed someone to be there for him, even if he didn’t realise it. You were in your late 20’s by this point, and you hardly considered it wasted time that you’d spent nearly 10 years with this idiot. Clara eventually left on her own adventures, though you had to keep that a secret from the doctor for his own sake, and soon Bill became a part of your lives. However, like so many before, she left. 

For you, that hadn’t been that long ago. The doctor assured you he was fine, and asked you to go get groceries for the TARDIS, which you did. It wasn’t until you were in the shops looking at the list did you realise… the TARDIS stocked itself. You ran back, seeing the TARDIS gone. 

It felt surreal. It felt impossible. Why now? After all these years, after all you’d been through, why would he drop you off now? You knew that you had told yourself that if this ever happened you’d accept it. I mean, you’d had a hell of a run- you’d seen 3 regenerations, you’d been to other universes, you’d seen the end of time, you’d met countless people, made so many friends, you’d had so many losses… you knew you should be thankful for that… but something told you something was wrong. And you were right. 

Just days after the drop off and seeming abandonment, the similar sound of the TARDIS was heard not far from your family’s home. At this point of course your family knew about the doctor, and had long accepted that you were travelling with the doctor, no matter how dangerous it was, and had actually warmed up to the man. So when they heard it to, they also perked up, looking at you for your reaction. Seeing they heard it to, a grin quickly came to your lips. “Y/N, take a coat!” Your mother called as you jumped up, and you grabbed it before you left the house, running as fast as you could to where you’d heard the sound. You reached the park near your home, seeing it there on the field, and you didn’t stop as you ran up to it, knocking out of habit, and flinging the door open, stepping it and shutting it behind you, leaning on it to catch your breath as you looked at the new interior, the new faces and…

You gasped dramatically. “You’ve regenerated!” You commented as you saw her. She gaped back jokingly, before coming over to you, and you met her halfway. 

“How’d you know it was me?” She asked as you embraced her in a tight hug. 

“Your incredible fashion sense, of course.” You told her, and she laughed as you pulled away. “Knew you couldn’t stay away too long.” 

“Doctor, who’s this?” One of the other people on the TARDIS asked, a young man. 

“Hi! I’m Y/N, I’ve been travelling with the doctor since I was 18 which was… what, 4 regenerations ago now?” You asked and she nodded.

“...Is it true that she used to be a man then?” The older man asked, and you nodded, as the doctor went to get the TARDIS moving.

“Yeah first there was the Northerner who was kind of sarcastic, then she was this skinny man who would not slow down, then there was the one who I affectionately refer to as ‘chinny’ who loved bowties and fez’s-”

“Still do!” She interrupted. 

“Good to know, and then after him was the old scotsman with the angry eyebrows, and now there’s her!” You finished explaining, ending with doing jazz hands at the Doctor, who posed like she was going ‘tada!’

“I’d ask why you’re not surprised by her now being a woman, but it sounds like you’ve seen so much that this is barely a dent.” The woman commented, and you laughed. “I’m Yasmin by the way, that’s Ryan, and this is Graham.” 

Getting to know the new companions was a thrill. The doctor decided to go off to a universally renowned market, somewhere you’d been before, and you spent the time reminiscing and telling stories with the Doctor. The doctor would mostly ramble about adventures and mention people and you’d quickly explain who these people were and more details so they could understand what she was referring to, before letting her continue. After the day was over, and the others had gone to sleep, you stayed up, going and meeting the doctor in the control room. As you walked in, she looked up and smiled, coming over and hugging you again. “Missed you. Sorry if I scared you.” She apologised. 

“It’s fine, I knew you’d come back.” You assured her. You pulled away, sitting on the floor of the TARDIS with her. 

“I know you’ve been acting like this isn’t a big change for you… this is the first time you weren’t with me when I regenerated, and I can’t imagine that shock of seeing me one day then days later everything’s changed…” 

“Were you alone?” You asked her. She gulped. 

“I’d been resisting it for several weeks… I didn’t want to go. I imagined it was going to be messy… I was sort of right. I crashed the TARDIS, then I fell from it and crashed into a train… if you’d been there… I don’t know if you’d be alive.” She explained.

“Doesn’t answer my question. I’ve seen you after you’ve regenerated, and leading up to it… the thought of you going through it alone…”

“It’s over now, there’s nothing you can do, and knowing that if you were there you could have been badly hurt or killed…” She assured you. There was a moment of silence amongst you, before she spoke up. “So… honest opinion, what do you think of this face?” She asked, uncrossing her legs, stretching them out and resting on her arms behind her. You smiled, looking at her. 

“Honest?” You asked and she nodded. “It’s my favourite so far.” 

“Really?” She asked surprised, and you chuckled and nodded. 

“You just hit the jackpot on the regeneration raffle.” You told her. She raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Is that your way of saying you find me attractive, Y/N?” She asked. You smirked, returning the eyebrow raise. 

“Maybe.” You hinted. You both just stared at each other for a moment before you burst out laughing. God, you were glad to be back with her. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[hermionefae]

The Purple Onesie- Dhawan!MasterXFemReader!

Based on @koschei-taylor ‘s post here  https://koschei-taylor.tumblr.com/post/617660182851354624/concept-dhawanmaster-in-a-onesie

Also featuring the 13th Doctor and the Fam

“You’ve got to be kidding me”  

“Come on! It’ll be fun”  

“Absolutely not Y/N, not on any planet would you find me wearing that”

“Please Master” You fluttered your eyelashes at the Timelord who was currently standing in your room with his arms folded and a scowl on his face.  

There had been a number of weird events that had led up to this point. You had been with the Doctor and the Fam when you had met the Master for the first time as O and then you had chosen to travel with the Master of the Doctor. Further down the line when you two had made what was supposed to be a quick visit home, the Master’s TARDIS broke down and would not fly. Then the Doctor and the Fam turned up on your doorstep as the Doctor had sensed that there was another TARDIS in her vicinity and had come to investigate. This led to you all having to live together in your tiny house because of the Coronavirus lockdown.  

Seven long weeks had gone past with the Frenemies living underneath the same roof which was an experience to say the least.  And now you were trying to persuade the infamous Timelord to put on your latest lockdown purchase, a onesie.  

You held out the packaged garment towards him, he grabbed it and unwrapped it sulkily.  

“It’s purple” was all he could say.  

“I know, your favourite colour, I’ve got a matching one in yellow” you replied showing him your own.  

The Master sighed in annoyance but then began to unbutton his shirt, getting ready to put the onesie on. You clapped with glee and turned your back to him so you could put yours on too. You snuck a quick peak whilst you were stepping into yours. “Hey! No peaking! Naughty” pouted the Master.

You giggled and zipped up your own, “ready?” You asked  

“Ready” muttered the Master and you both spun around. As predicted the Master looked as adorable as you thought, a perfect blend of cute and pissed off in his purple all in one nightwear.  

“HA! You look brilliant” you exclaimed, taking a step towards him. You rubbed his arm, enjoying how soft he felt. “Can we show the others?”  

“Y/n, don’t push it”  

“Come on Master, I still think you look intimidating, even wearing this” You said, hoping that enough sucking up to him would get you out of the dog house. This definitely seemed to work as the Master let you drag him out of your room and down into the living room the Doctor and the Fam were using as a camp/ bedroom. The Doctor had turned it into an adult sized fort, complete with oversized cushions and cosy blankets and beanbags all from her TARDIS.  

“Tada!” You jumped in front of them arms spread out.  

“Ahh y/n, you look fantastic” said the Doctor.  

“Yeah I want one” said Yas

“I have another surprise for you all” you said beckoning for the Master to come in “and next up we have the Master, modelling the latest from Gallifrey”  

You weren’t sure what you had expected the Master to do but walking in, like he was on a catwalk, getting to the front of the group and unzipping the onesie so it exposed just a little of his dark chest and winking seductively at you, was not what you expected.  

“Wow” was all the Doctor could say.  

“Even I’m a little bit turned on. I’m a bit confused” admitted Graham.

You all looked a Graham for a little bit and just as the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, Ryan got up and announced “who’s up for watching that film?”  

[incorrect-who]

Graham: Can we just talk about the note you just sent to everyone

Thirteen: It was a critical update

Ryan: It says 'I'm back on my bullshit'

Thirteen: The people need to know

[fabulouspotatosister]

emotional support timelord(tm)

summary: yes, it does suck that you've been heavily drugged by an unfortunate understanding, but team tardis finds that you are still up and meme-ing! mostly.

anyway just take this. idk what this even is i just wanted to write this after seeing “emotional support timelord” on a post lmao

"Where have you been?"

That's Yaz's voice - or at least, you hope it's Yaz's voice. There's a firm hand gripping your arm, the faint, far-away sounds of a busy street, and the feeling of cold stone against your back. Where am I? What...

"I haven't - " You blink. "I was just with you guys, I didn't go anywhere."

You hear Yaz sigh, and you can imagine her turning her head to the side in frustration. "We split up to find you. The rest of the team are all around the city. Are you okay?"

You want to say "I'm fine, I'm totally fine" but your mouth feels like its full of cotton. Instead, a strangled noise escapes you, a cross between a groan and a grunt, and the grip on your arm tightens.

"Can you walk?" It's Yaz again, concern coating her words. You must look terrible for her to sound like that. You manage a nod, but the motion makes your head spin. You groan again, feeling your arm escape Yaz's grasp, but she catches you just as fast as you're falling.

"Okay, you're not walking like that," she says finally, holding your arm and throwing it over your shoulder. Yaz is warm, really warm, so you lean into her, breathing shallow. You're so sleepy. When did you get so sleepy? "Come on."

You feel yourself being moved, being lifted, and you drift. Time moves forward in lurches - sometimes, all you can feel is the leather of Yaz's jacket on your cheek and other times you can hear the sounds of a city around you, feel the biting wind against your face. Sometimes, you can hear Yaz speak, pleas for you to stay awake, before you slip into darkness.

You jolt awake when you hear someone shouting your name faintly - Ryan. Blearily, you try to get a good look at him, only to see a dark blue person-shaped blob standing against a tall building. Beside him seems to be Graham, hands in his pockets. You raise a hand weakly.

"Doc! They're back!" Graham shouts, and another vaguely person shaped shape emerges from behind a door - not the TARDIS, you note. The person raises their hands in the air (in excitement? Exasperation? Both?) before running over to you and Yaz. It's only until the person's close to you that you see the curling blonde hair, the lilac jacket and the bright inquisitive eyes that you realize who it is.

"Doctor?" you manage, then internally flinch at the sound of your voice. It sounds rough, like you haven't drunk water in years, and it's terrible. You try to look up at the Doctor, but find yourself squinting at the sun - suns? - behind her.

"Where'd you find her?" the Doctor asks, looking up at Yaz.

"Near where we parked the TARDIS. It was like - like she'd run away from something, but couldn't make it far enough," Yaz says.

"Agh, worm," you mumble, impassioned. They were probably right. Terrible, indeed.

(You hear Graham incredulously say "worm?!" to Ryan, who can only laugh and say "worm" back at him.)

There's only silence before the buzzing, whirring noise of the Doctor's sonic fills the air, the sound getting louder and softer as she scans your body. The noise is a lot in your muddled state. It's actually piercing. You wince, earning you a soft and familiar "sorry".

"What's wrong with her?" When did Ryan get here? "Is she okay?"

"She's been drugged," the Doctor began, "special blend native only to this planet. They must have thought she was an invader when we stepped out of the TARDIS. To them, it's an instant tranquilizer, but for humans… it just slows them down a lot. Yaz, help me -"

You feel Yaz shift, feel her unhook your arm from her shoulder, and the you're weightless for a moment, before you're caught in someone else's arms. You smell tea, and peppermint, and you know --

"Oof," you mutter, leaning into the Doctor's touch. "Feels organic."

You hear Ryan cough.

"Are we heading back to the TARDIS, then?" Graham asks.

"Yeah," she says, an air of finality in her voice. She pulls your arm around her shoulder, just like Yaz did, but her hold is a little bit firmer, a touch… more protective. She's got her arm around your shoulder too, the touch of her hand like an anchor.

And you drift again. It's not fun, you realize, because it feels like whoever was writing your life didn't want you awake for the boring parts. Conversation drifts through the team, Yaz occasionally speaking up, Graham cracking a joke to lighten the mood, and Ryan asking the Doctor questions about the drug, which she was all too happy to answer.

"You see, Ryan, this drug - it's meant to keep intruders at bay so they can be captured and interrogated." The Doctor's voice is like a beacon, so you try to hang on to it, clinging to any semblance of concsiousness so you could stay awake for longer and not be completely useless. "It knocks species of the same physiology as them out right away, but for some reason it doesn't process as quickly through humans. Why does it do that? I might have to run a few tests when we get back. Maybe I could ask them for a sample!"

At "knocks them out right away", you groan. "God, I wish that were me."

"No, you don't," the Doctor says suddenly, probably not understanding that you just wanted to sleep. "That drug also can be fatal without the antidote. So hopefully I can synthesize one - "

Suddenly, there's a booming noise, and the Doctor staggers backwards, taking you with her -- and then in front of you is a large, hulking being, definitely larger than the whole team combined. It's silhouetted by the light of the planet's suns, casting a shadow over you.

That was the one that --

You stiffen, something in you recognizing that it was the one that might have drugged you, and the Doctor turns to you, something stirring in those bright eyes of hers. Then, she turns away to face the being, staring it down (or up? It was quite tall, after all).

"Did you do this to my friend?" the Doctor asks, planting one booted foot in front of the other.

The being is silent for a long time, before it bows. "I apologize. We did not mean to hurt your companion. We simply made a mistake. They ran away before we could administer the antidote for the tranquilizer."

The Doctor hums, and then you notice that she's running her hand up and down your arm. "And you promise to let us leave after this?"

"Yes. You have not commited any crimes against our kind. We thought you were intruders, but you were simply - " The being pauses to think. "Tourists."

"Yeah, well, there's isn't a big difference between intruders and tourists," the Doctor says, and you chuckle weakly. She beams. "How will you administer it?"

"If you would just hand your companion over," the being says, outstretching a giant arm.

Hesistantly, the Doctor unwraps your arm from her shoulder - and then she's gone, a strange vacuum replacing the space that she used to be in, and everything blurred again, the world shifting and moving and -

"...no," you mumble, your words slurring, your mouth not catching up with your brain, the only thing coming to you being a classic line - "no, sir that's my emotional support Time Lord."

You hear what's probably Ryan wheezing from behind you.

"Your what?" the Doctor asks, amused, and you blink at her. No, she wasn't laughing at you, but her arms were crossed and she looked very, very happy. No, no, don't talk -

"Emotional support Time Lord," you say, quieter this time, enunciating the words carefully as if they had a trademark after each one. Yaz is hiding her mouth behind her hand, and Graham's just smiling.

"Oh, that's brilliant," is the Doctor's response, a smile spreading over her features. She reaches out, and, still smiling at you, takes your hand. "That's an honor. Emotional support Time Lord. I might just give up the whole saving the universe business!"

While Yaz breaks out into laughter, the being brushes away some of your hair, and places something very warm on your neck. A tingling sensation spreads from your collarbones to your fingers, and the haze thats been clouding your mind lifts, if only a little bit. Just enough for you to really see the Doctor, and the rest of Team TARDIS, all beaming at you.

"Don't," you warn, and then you promptly fall over.

The Doctor catches you for the second time that day. You cringe up at her, suddenly feeling very silly, but she keeps smiling at you, her face scrunching up in that familiar way that it always does.

You grab her hand and step out of the being's grasp. It may not have a mouth, but it seems like it's smiling at you, so you nod at it. "Thank you."

"You are very welcome," it booms, then it disintegrates, and you're left watching its ashes lift up into the air and zoom away.

"Back to the TARDIS, then?" Yaz asks, and the Doctor nods. "Good, 'cause I was getting a little tired of the double suns."

"Yeah, it's a bit hot, innit?" Graham groans, and you laugh. Except -

The world seems to tilt again, and your heart climbs to your throat. Not again! "Hey, Doctor, did the antidote actually work? Because - I mean - I don't feel so good."

"Too soon!" Ryan mutters, then - "Oh, is something actually - "

The Doctor rushes to you, holding your arm. She turns on the sonic, whirring and buzzing, then brings the device to her face. She scrunches her nose, her mouth open in confusion. "It is working!"

"Then why am I - "

Somewhat mercifully, you black out.

(After you pass out, Ryan solemnly stands over you, hands clasped over his stomach, and says in a quiet tone, "F." He gets a smack from Yaz before she tells him to help pick you up.)