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Some character studies from the latest production video of Chaos Theory.
Don't think there's anything new here that hasn't been online, but...
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Spooky Season
Dh!Master x (fem)!reader
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Fluff fluff fluff.
Synopsis: The Doctor takes everyone to a cosy little pumpkin farm
âYou make me laugh, (y/n).â Yaz scoffed as you walked into the console room. âItâs September the first, and youâre wearing a pumpkin sweater?â She laughed, leaning back on the console. You nod quickly, standing at the top of the steps.
âOf course! September first is the start of spooky season.â You explained, sitting a few stairs down. The pair of you giggled, she knew of your love for the âberâ months. In fact, she helped you indulge in it, getting you a themed blanket the year prior.
âDo you think The Doctor will let me decorate my room here?â
âOh yeah, she loves fun things. Not sure sheâll be a fan of all the black though.â Yaz realised, thinking for a moment. âItâs fine, you can bond with Mr Grumpy!â She beamed, making your brows crease.
âMr Grumpy?â You asked with amusement, knowing full well who she was referring to.
âWell, he is moody.â Yaz chuckled. âBut he loves dark and gloomy things. He dresses like a gothic vampire most days, in that Victorian coat.â
âIt looks good though.â You mumbled and Yaz shook her head at you. Just then, The Doctor jogged into the room with a big smile on her face.
âAh, youâre both here already!â She stood by Yaz, wrapping an arm around her waist. âTalking about anything interesting?â
âJust (y/n)âs love for autumn.â Humming in acknowledged, the blonde smiled at you.
âYeah? Lots happen at the end of the year on earth, Halloween. Christmas.â She recalled, looking up at the ceiling in wonder.
âHalloween is the best!â You clarified, making the girls laugh a bit more. From nowhere, hands landed on your shoulders with a jolt.
âBoo.â A deep voice spoke loudly by your ear at the same time. You yelped, flinching violently. When you glanced back, you found The Master leering proudly.
âWhat? You just said you liked Halloween.â He shrugged, walking past you down the steps. Once at the bottom, he turned back to you and nod to himself slowly.
âNice jumper.â He commented, your lips turning up again. You were wearing a black jumper, with different sized pumpkins sewn throughout. They were all odd styles and colours.
âThank you.â For a minute, he froze, before pulling himself away and looking at the others.
âSo what sappy place are you taking us today?â The Master asked, hoping no one had noticed his odd behaviour. The Doctor ran around the console.
âWell, considering the topic of this morning. How about a farm?â She suggested, already flicking buttons and other controls.
âA farm?â Yaz frowned.
âYeah! With a pumpkin patch!â She boasted, making the girl smile again.
âReally?â You stood up hopefully.
âYeah. Itâll be great. We can get as many as you guys want. Oh! And thereâs a cafe there so we can get food!â Clearly, she was more excited about the idea than even you were. Still, you nod happily. The Tardis landed with a thud, sending everyone flying. You tumbled down the steps, The Master easily catching you. Holding under your arms, he smiled cockily.
âFalling for me?â You went red, pulling away fast.
âIn your dreams.â
âOk you two, stop flirting. Pumpkins to pick!â Yaz chortled, not helping your flushed state at all. Shaking her head, The Doctor pulled Yaz outside with a huff. The Master, still smiling, extended his hand towards you. You raised your eyebrows.
âCome on, you can at least hold my hand right? Or is that too much?â He joked, but you held his hand regardless, allowing him to guide you out of the tardis. It was sunny outside, but not too warm with a small breeze. Having landed in a woodland area, your small group walked for a few minutes before seeing the white farm building. The chipped walls were enough to tell you just how old it was, sat on vast, lush land. There were animals dotted around some of the fields, a path heading up a small hill. Upon getting to the farm, you were greeted by an old lady.
âHere for the pumpkin festival dears?â She inquired, face filled with joy. There were many others already there, mostly families and couples.
âYep.â Yaz stepped forwards, pulling out her phone and paying for your tickets. Being let through, you walked by her side, tugging the male along.
âYou didnât have to pay for us all.â
âItâs fine. Lunch is on you.â She chuckled, nudging you playfully. But you smiled, happy with that arrangement. Traipsing up the shallow hill, you came to find the pumpkin patch. Surrounded by a worn, dark oak fence, it had a wooden arch as its entrance. On a big sign above, âpumpkins hereâ was written in cursive, expertly done. Rows of the root grown plant went on far and wide, people of all ages trying to find the perfect one.
âWeâll meet you down by the cafe.â Yaz said, hastily taking the Doctor off in a random direction.
âAnd then there were two.â The Master drawled, looking down at you.
âAwe donât sound so happy. I know you love me really.â You elbowed him gently, walking ahead into the vast amounts of orange and green. He watched you for a minute, unaware that he was smiling. Turning back, you tilted your head. âCome on!â You reached out, the man chuckling and joining you swiftly. He followed behind you, your hair swishing with every step.
âWe have to find the most round, most plump, most orange pumpkins to carve.â You said with certainty, scanning your surrounding area.
âHm. If you say so.â The Master started walking by your side. âWhy plump?â
âSo I can use the innards to bake.â You clarified.
âYou said that soâŠthreateningly.â He laughed, placing a hand on your back as you both went along. Leaning closer to the man, you felt more relaxed that way.
âThat one!â You almost yelled, carefully running between the vines. The Master observed you with fondness, going at a much more casual pace.
âThis one?â He asked, standing opposite you. You nod, eyeing the large pumpkin. âItâs massive, (y/n).â
âExactly. Itâs perfect!â When you smiled at him, he was already doing the same. There was a look in his eye that you just couldnât describe, almost like he was entranced. Trying not to get flustered from his intense gaze, you moved to pick the pumpkin up. In a flash, The Master was behind you, his hands on your waist and stopping you from bending. Your cheeks went red, looking back at him with a bashful confusion.
âYouâre wearing a skirt.â He stated simply, not letting you go. âThereâs lots of men around here.â
âThereâs girls too.â You pointed out, a slight wobble in your inflection. Humming, he turned you to face him and brushed your hair back.
âStatistically, men are more likely to be predatory. And I donât really want other men looking at you like that.â The Master spoke sternly, making your blush worsen.
âSo you tell me what it is youâll like, and Iâll do the lifting. Okay?â It was more of an instruction than a question, but you bobbed your head regardless. Grinning, he kissed your head sweetly, before bending down and cutting the stalk carefully. Still in shock, you just gawked at the noirette. Once the pumpkin was free, he lifted it with ease.
âWait, other men?â You realised what he said, eyes shooting to him once again. He just shrugged nonchalantly.
âSee any others you like, dear?â Your heart was hammering in your chest, all the while he seemed unfazed. Shaking your head, you started looking around once again. When your head was turned, you couldnât hide your shy smile.
âââ
Three pumpkins and a wheelbarrow later, the two of you went to pay. There was a small gazebos at the top of the hill you had climbed. A man stood inside, with his cash box and weighing scale. The Master wheeled the pumpkins to him, greeting the man quietly. Going to pull out your phone, he stopped you quickly.
âI dropped something.â
âWhat?â You were perplexed.
âOutside, Iâm pretty sure I did.â He said, hands searching his coat.
âWhat do you even own?â You asked and he just gave you a serious look. Realising it may have been some sort of weapon, you rolled your eyes before looking at the man. âIâll be two seconds.â You apologised before heading back outside. After scouring the area nearby, you found nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing at all. Even with all the children around, the grass was clear. âReady to meet the others?â You jumped, finding The Master, and wheelbarrow, now behind you.
âHey I havenât paid yet.â
âNo. I did.â He shrugged, placing a hand on his hip. Your face softened, taking a few steps forwards.
âYou did?â You asked bewildered, struggling to keep up as he made his way back down the hill.
âYep. Do you think people will take them if we leave them out here?â
âHuh? Oh no. They have the red stickers on them.â You answered still confused, watching as he left them by the entrance to the cafe.
âYes but humans are conniving and selfish.â He spat, earning a hurt look from you. Letting out a breath, The Master moved and cupped your cheeks. âYou donât count, obviously.â You couldnât help your smile, leaning into his hand contently.
âThank you, for buying them.â
âYouâre welcome, sweets.â He laced your fingers together, guiding you into the cafe. It wasnât a very big building, but spacious enough that it was cozy. With a cracking fire on the back wall, rustic brick walls and old wooden floors, you loved it. The Master took you to the table right by the fire, allowing you to sit closest to it. You smiled widely, shuffling closer to him once he sat too.
âHow long do you think the others will be?â You pondered, admiring the paintings in the room.
âNo idea, you know how The Doctor is. Sheâs like a magpie.â He muttered, picking up a menu and letting out a breath. After a moment of internal debating, you rested your head on his shoulder. Thankfully, he didnât seem to mind at all, adjusting so you could see the menu too.
âI think youâll want this page.â He flipped to the other side, showing you the different cakes, bakes, cookies and more. Pressing your cheek to his arm, you giggled quietly.
âYou know me so well.â You commented, eyes flittering over all the options.
âOf course, I do notice these things.â The Master said, looking at you proudly. Pressing your lips together, you suppressed your happiness badly.
âYouâre quite sweet. Even with all the evil plans you have.â
âAh, but youâre always safe with me, are you not?â He pointed out, clearly smug.
âOf course I am.â Hugging onto his arm, you began to feel doubt and nerves creep into your mind. Even though he didnât seem to mind, you found yourself asking, âDoesnât it bother you?â
âWhat?â
âWell, I know youâre not a very touchy, affectionate person. And I am. So does it not bother you? That Iâm like this?â You kept your eyes on the table as you spoke, on the different shades of wood-stain used. Tentatively, The Master tilted your chin up trying to meet your gaze.
âItâs different when itâs you.â He reassured, thumbing the apple of your cheek. âMy emotional support human.â You blushed, lips twitching up slightly. âPlus, youâre different. Youâre spooky. I like it.â
âLike a witch?â You beamed, back to your normal self.
âNo, youâre far prettier than a witch.â He chuckled, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment.
âWhat have we walked in on then?â The Doctors voice came from nowhere, but you were unmoved. Huffing in annoyance, the male just looked at her bored.
âNothing. Hurry up and look at the menu. Weâre hungry.â
âAlright calm down.â Yaz laughed, looking along with the blonde. âOh I donât know.â She mumbled, rereading it again.
âYouâll get something warm, like soup.â Both women looked at him with surprise.
âYeah youâre right I was going to. How did you know that?â Yaz almost laughed again, letting The Doctor take the menu for herself.
âBecause you always do. Just Like The Doctor will get the custard tart.â
âOh custard tart!â The Doctor beamed at the exact time The Master said it. She looked over at him with a faux glare. You giggled, watching them interact.
âSee, Iâm very attentive.â The Master boasted, subtly bringing you closer as he moved. Sadly, he had to stand up. âShall we do the ordering?â He asked his old friend, to which she nod and got to her feet.
âWait I didnât even tell you what I picked.â You said quickly, sitting straight. Simpering, he just pat your head twice then went to the counter with The Doctor.
âHeâs so into you.â Yaz spoke, gaining your full attention. You blushed, shrugging softly.
âYou think so?â
âEven The Doctor knows, (y/n).â She pointed out, putting the sugar jar in front of her girlfriendâs place ready. You couldnât help but smile to yourself. âLook at you. Youâre lovesick.â
âOh stop it.â You shot back weakly, earning a chortle from her. Turning around, you observed the aliens in such a human setting with fondness. âCan I be a bridesmaid?â She asked, resting her head on her hands. You just scoffed returning to face her.
âOnly if I can be for you too.â
âOh, of course. Who else would I pick?â The pair of you laughed together, unaware of the others coming back. The Doctor carefully placed a tray on the table, sliding it into the middle.
âWhat are you two giggling about?â She questioned, sitting once again.
âNothing important.â
âYeah nothing for you two to know about.â You confirmed, The Master taking his seat next to you.
âYet.â Yaz finished, causing another fit of laughs. The time lords exchanged looks, as if speaking through osmosis. Humming, the man put a teapot in front of you, along with a mug and small pot of milk.
âWhatever you say.â He murmured, your eyes lighting up when you saw the brownie he had gotten you.
âBefore you ask, yes itâs been warmed up. And-â he took a small dish and sat it next to your cup. â-cream to your liking.â
âThank you.â You smiled happily, making yourself a nice cup of tea. The Doctor did indeed have a custard tart, as Yaz had a bowl of steaming tomato soup.
âYou three and your sweet toothâs.â Yaz rolled her eyes, buttering her bread. Turning your head, you saw that The Master had gotten himself a slice of cake. With a cherry on top too. A glacier cherry.
âDo you want it?â He suddenly asked, making you jump a bit. You furrowed your brows, him putting the sugary âfruitâ onto your brownie before you could speak.
âTheyâre more sappy than us.â The Doctor commented, adding multiple sugars to her brew.
âI know. And theyâre not even dating.â Yaz added with a grin. You busied yourself with adding a bit of cream and nibbling on your brownie.
âGive us time.â The Master casually said, causing you to choke. He was quick to pat your back. âEasy love, I need you alive for that to happen.â
âLeave the poor girl alone.â The Doctor laughed, handing you a napkin. Your cheeks were bright red, heart racing as you wiped your mouth. Still, you were smiling, gazing up at The Master shyly. He smiled back, giving your nose an affectionate tap before sipping his coffee.
âSo after here, letâs watch horror movies while we carve them yeah?â Yaz was sounding more autumnal now, eagerly suggesting her idea.
âThat sounds perfect, what film?â The Doctor glanced at everyone there.
âI say The Exorcist.â The Master added his input, the group collectively groaning.
âMaybe after, on the sofa where we can all huddle up?â The blonde prompted, earning a reluctant nod.
âHow about scream?â You recommended, getting a more positive reaction.
âThen itâs settled, what a great day this is âay?â Even The Doctor was getting giddier than usual.
âSee? Itâs good to start celebrating spooky season early.â There was a snarky tone in your inflection, proving your earlier point to Yaz. Unbeknownst to you, The Master stared at you proudly, loving your cockiness.
âFine, you were right.â She agreed, putting her spoon down before stirring her iced latte. âYou two are like The Addams Family.â
âOh I like that.â The Master leered, putting an arm around your shoulders possessively. Bashful, you leant into his hold and nod in approval. The four of you sat in close comfort, eating your food and drinking your seasonal drinks. Outside the wind was blustering, amber leaves falling from trees and making footsteps crunch. It really was the best time of the year.
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Sweet Like Sugar (13th Doctor x f!Reader)
Synopsis: The Doctor is having a hard time concentrating around you.
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: mentions of alcohol
You giggled, leaning against Yazâs shoulder as she guided you into the console room. The Doctor felt her hearts constrict just seeing you, the way you were smiling making her wonder if there was a way to capture it forever. You were so sparkly, in a dress that showed off so much bare skin on your legs, dipping dangerously low, making her mouth grow dry as you glittered in the soft light from the TARDIS. Sheâd never seen you wear heels before, but the strappy sandals you had on had you almost as tall as Yaz. You giggled again, making her hearts start to beat double time in her chest and a smile overtake her face.
âYou lot ready then?â she asked, placing her hand on the lever to land.
âI have got my dancing shoes on,â Graham said, shuffling on the spot. He wiggled his hands as if heâd done something really impressive, but the Doctor knew impressive and heâd done something anyone with two feet could do.
âNo one?â he asked when no one made a move to show how impressed they were.
You walked over to her, letting go of Yazâs arm, and she had to work really hard not to stare at your legs. They seemed so long and she was sure your skin would be so soft under her fingertips. You lent your hip on the console, tilting your head and smiling at her. It was one of her favourite smiles from you, the one that said you were excited and sheâd done well with her pick of location but also like you were about to share a secret with her. The kind of smile that made thoughts fly from her head.
âYou sure this place is going to be normal?â you asked, âno evil bartender or someone hoping to control us through heavy bass?â
âCourse Iâm sure. Donât you trust me?â She scrunched up her nose, playing at being offended. You took a half step closer and she froze. You smelt different, like a summerâs night, not like you usually did. Not that she didnât like it. She did. But it was different. Not like the rainstorm you usually smelt like. But still good. You always smelt good.
âIâm just remembering last time you promised us a night off,â you said, lowering your voice as if your conversation was private.
âI did apologise for that,â she said, âhow was I meant to know it was the night those giant squid were going to attack?â
âMaybe by checking your special time lord calendar?â you suggested, âI just sort of assume you have one of those. Itâd make sense for a time traveler.â
âAlright, well, it doesnât have everything on it,â she said.
You let out a soft chuckle, biting down on your bottom lip like you didnât want her to hear. You looked at her from under lowered lashes, chin tipped down, and your eyes were almost sparkling. She had to blink to remind herself she wasnât alone with you. Her hearts were loud in her ears.
âAre we going then or what?â Yaz asked, bounding over.
âRight, yes,â she said, pulling down the lever, not able to look at you.
The room lurched and your hand grasped onto her arm. She looked down at it, then at you, finding you looking back at her with an almost embarrassed smile on your face. You let go of her faster than she wanted, righting yourself on the edge of the console.
âShoulda thought about that when I chose to wear heels,â you said, mostly to yourself.
âI think they were the right choice. They make your legs look all⊠leg⊠like,â she said, realising as she did that she was definitely saying something weird. Ignoring the odd look Yaz was giving her she spun away to hold the doors open onto a dank alleyway.
Walking around the corner, ignoring Ryanâs complaints about the smell, your fingers brushed against hers. It sent electricity running up her skin, but not in the uncomfortable way electricity usually did, but in a way that made her feel all tingly inside. Your arm brushed against hers, your footsteps bringing you closer to her. She could grab your hand, she could do it, it was right there, right next to her hand.
You slid your arm through hers, holding on as you stepped over the gutter. You gave her a self conscious smile, the kind you gave her whenever you did something you werenât sure sheâd like. This time she definitely liked it.
âAlright, now some ground rules,â she said as you all approached the entrance to the club, the thumping bass making the air vibrate, âdonât drink anything green, if someone offers you something white, say no, if youâre leaving let me know, the food here is overpriced, be careful of pickpockets.â
She turned towards the door, reaching into her pocket for her psychic paper. There was something else she meant to say. It was right there, tickling her brain. She was missing something. Too many thoughts. Your fingers brushed against hers again.
âOh, right.â She spun towards you guys again, âdonât forget to have fun.â
She turned as they made it to the front of the line. The bouncer, a large red skinned man looking non too pleased with them, grunted.
âHiya, me and my friends have a VIP pass,â she said, flashing the psychic paper at him, hoping it would show what she wanted it to, âVVVVVVIP really.â
The man grunted again, waving them into the dark doorway. She reached back for a hand, hoping sheâd find yours and tugged whoever it was into the dark interior, knowing the others would follow. The music became loud in her ears, like when she could hear her heartbeat. She could already smell many bodies in the main room, the sting of alcohol ever present, a great chippy down the road doing good business by the smell of it.
The hand tugged out of hers and she turned, finding Yaz turning away from her. She grabbed your hand instead. Your eyes were wide and there was a sparkle to your eyes she wanted to stare at forever. She shook her head, turning away. Not the right time. Never the right time.
âWeâre going to go dance,â Yaz called, before tugging you further into the club.
You gave a parting wave to her before you disappeared into the crowd. She kept watching, tracking your progress to the dance floor. She couldnât bring herself to look away from you, watching the way you laughed. Your body was moving to the beat and it made her mouth feel dry. Undulating body, hips swaying, head tipped back exposing the long column of your neck. You had no idea what you did to her, the way her brain turned fuzzy around you. She wasnât used to having a fuzzy brain.
She dragged her eyes away from you, finding herself alone. With a quick headcount she found Graham and Ryan at the bar, leaving her standing alone. Scrunching her nose she did her best to make her way over to the bar too, assuming a drink would help her not stare at you all night. It would distract her, and she needed a distraction. A distraction that wasnât you. You were entirely too distracting.
The drink was cool in her hand, ice clinking against the glass. She licked at the sugar on the rim, realising she was still watching you absentmindedly. You were laughing, your arms around Yazâs neck. Her tongue swept over the rim of the glass again, catching more sweetness on her tongue. There was a part of her wondering if youâd like a taste of the drink. Sharing with you was one of the best parts of life.
She was about to get up from her seat to offer you the drink when someone sat down beside her. A well muscled man had taken the seat beside her, arm brushing against hers. She wrinkled her nose, taking another sip of the drink. You were allowed to taste this one, it wasnât green. Turning her eyes back to the dance floor she found Yaz leaning in towards Ryan but youâd gone missing. Her hearts plummeted and she began to search the crowd. She knew sheâd be able to spot you if you were in sight. You were like the stars, bright and beautiful and the first thing her eyes were drawn to in every room.
âHi,â she heard you say from the other side of the man sitting next to her, âcould I have one of those blue drinks? They look really good.â
She smiled, her eyes turning towards you. It was hard to see past the man but your dress was sparkling under the lights and your skin was glowing and your smile was bright. Sheâd never seen anything quite so beautiful before, her chest aching at the sight. She could look at you forever and never get tired.
âLet me pay for it.â The deep rumbling voice came from the man between you.
You blinked, turning your attention to him. The Doctor was disappointed you hadnât seemed to notice her, hearts clenching. You looked up at him, so tiny beside him, and a frown marred your features. She hated when you frowned. It wasn nothing like your smiles, lifting her up. She worked hard to have you smile at her whenever you were frowning.
âNo thank you,â you said, âI can buy my own drinks.â
âPretty girls like you shouldnât have to,â the man said, leaning towards you. The Doctorâs fingers tightened around her glass.
âNo, really, Iâm okay,â you said, your voice turning firm.
âCâmon, lemme buy you a drink and then we can see where it goes from there,â he said. The Doctor struggled to stay in her seat and not interfere. She knew you were more than capable of handling yourself. Sheâd seen you stare down a Dalek without trembling.
âNo, thank you,â you replied, turning your head away from him.
âWhy not?â She didnât like the note of anger in his voice.
âI already have someone and Iâm not looking for anyone else.â
You turned your head, catching the Doctorâs eye. She didnât know what made her do it, her brain seemingly disconnecting from the rest of her body as she stood, leaving her glass behind. Your jaw had been clenched and sheâd seen the tremble in your hand as youâd taken the drink from the bartender. She wanted to put herself between you and the man, to remove you from the situation, to protect you.
Her arm slid around your shoulder, and you looked up, smiling at her as if she was sun. You lent into her body, your head resting against her shoulder, nose brushing against the skin of her neck. She shivered, tightening her hold on you instinctively.
âHi, love,â you said, loud enough to be heard over the music, âI was just telling this nice man about you.â
âYou were?â she asked, looking down at you.
You nodded. She couldnât stop herself, fingers tucking some hair behind your ear, almost lingering on your jawline. Touching you sent electricity through her body, making her nerve endings pay attention. She felt jittery, looking down at you as you gazed up at her like she was the universe. She wanted you to always look at her like that. Your arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until her body was pressed against you. She wasnât sure what sheâd done to receive such a reward but whatever it was she wanted to do again.
âWhat were you telling him?â she asked, wondering if sheâd missed something. Last sheâd heard you hadnât said anything about her.
âJust that Iâm very happily in a relationship already with the most amazing woman in the universe,â you replied, nose scrunching up as you smiled at her. Her double hearts missed a beat.
âYou were?â
âOf course,â you laughed, âyou make me so happy.â
The press of your lips against her cheek had her hearts fluttering. She could realise what you were doing, putting her in the place of your girlfriend to ward off the man. She wanted to help you, she always wanted to help you. You looked at her with wide eyes, a small smile curling to corners of your lips and all she could do was beam down at you in return. The double thump of her heartbeat sped up, drowning out whatever the man might be saying to you. You were the only important thing in the room.
âCome on,â you said, sliding off the stool, your drink left behind, âI want to dance.â
You threaded your fingers through herâs and the feeling should have grown boring to her, but it still sent a shock through her system every time. You tugged on her until she followed behind, letting you lead her onto the dance floor.
âIâm not sure Iâm going to be good at this,â she said, drawing closer to you in a bid to be heard over the music, âI havenât danced in this body yet.â
âYouâll be fine,â you called back, taking both her hands.
You began to move your hips, swaying her hands back and forwards. She did her best to follow along, wanting to impress you. If she could dance like Yaz, maybe youâd ask her to dance with you again. You were smiling at her, eyes locked on her. She felt heat climbing in her cheeks, the way you slowly moved closer to her.
Disappointment curled in her stomach as you let her hands go, until you wrapped your arms around her neck. She hesitated, not sure what she was meant to do, overwhelmed as your body brushed against hers. Her hands fluttered either side of you.
You laughed, gently grasping them, putting them on your waist. Your arms around her neck pulled her half a step closer until the warmth of your body spread to her. Your hips were swaying and she wasnât quite sure of herself, feeling her hearts pumping fast. You leant into her, your breath ghosting over the skin of her neck. She shivered in your arms, hoping you wouldnât notice.
âLoosen up, Doc,â you said, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear, âyouâre dancing like a wooden plank.â
Part of her wanted to draw away, to fall back through the crowd and return to the TARDIS to calm down. She felt as if she was going to explode with every brush of your skin against hers. Her hands slipped down to your hips without her permission. The way you looked at her had her cheeks aflame and her mouth growing dry.
You pressed closer to her, tightening your arms around her. There was no space anymore, nothing but you invading every sense she had. Your cheek was pressed against hers and she could feel every breath you took. Focusing on you, on the way her body felt, it made it easier to dance with you, the less she focused on it.
And then your lips brushed against the skin of her neck.
Her pulse jumped and she froze in the middle of the floor. You drew back, your eyebrows drawing together, stopping dancing as well. She tugged out of your hold, stumbling back from you. Your hand shot out, grasping for her, but the sleeve of her coat slipped through your fingers.
âDoctor?â She barely heard you over the thumping music.
She turned on her heels and disappeared in the crowd, not able to look at you any longer. Your wide eyed confusion stayed in her mind as she pushed past people, looking for space away from you. She couldnât think clearly when you were there. She needed to think clearly.
The cool air of the evening smacked her in the face as she stumbled out of the door. She waved off the bouncerâs helping hand, shoving her hands deep in her pockets as she walked down the street, back towards her TARDIS. She needed a moment to clear her head, to push you out of it so she could go back to normal.
She placed both hands on the stone wall, rough against the skin of her palms, leaning against it with all her weight. She let out a long breath, still able to feel the ghost of your lips on her throat, burning into her skin. Her eyes slipped closed. She couldnât shake you out of her brain. You consumed every corner.
âDoctor?â
She jumped, turning towards you. She hadnât heard you following her, so focused on clearing you from her mind she hadnât been paying attention. She cursed herself in every single language she knew for not keeping a better ear out.
You stood a little bit behind her, arms curled loosely around your waist. Without the flashing lights and the shadows it was much harder to ignore how much skin was on display. She was used to you in jeans and shirts, body hidden away where it wouldnât distract her. It almost hurt trying to keep her eyes off you.
âAre you okay?â you asked, keeping your distance from her.
âFine. Iâm brilliant. Always brilliant. Why? Do I seem not brilliant? Iâm totally brilliant. There is no one more brilliant than me. Except maybe you. Youâre brilliant. I donât tell you that enough. Absolutely fantastic,â she said.
âThank you,â you said, âbut you practically ran out of there. Iâm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.â
âYou never make me feel uncomfortable.â She tripped over her words, hasty in her need to reassure you.
âThen what happened?â you asked, arms dropping to your side.
Her gaze bounced around the alley, not wanting to look at you. If she did, all thoughts would fly out of her brain and sheâd say the truth, and she needed you to think she always had control of her thoughts. If she didnât then youâd stop trusting her. You trusted her to always be in control.
She finally let herself look at you as she heard you take a step forward. She watched as you stumbled, your ankle crumpling under you. Rushing forward, she caught you, arms around your waist, holding you up.
âOw,â you mumbled.
She brushed your hair back from your face, hating herself for enjoying the feel of you in her arms. You looked up at her. You were close enough for her to see every single colour in your eyes, to count your eyelashes. Your hands grasped her shoulders, keeping you steady. Your lower lip caught between your teeth, eyes widening.
Just like that all her thoughts were gone, an empty mind staring down at you.
âDoctor?â
She couldnât stop staring at your lips. It was making her feel hot all over. Too many thoughts about what theyâd feel like, what theyâd taste like. She lent forward and she felt you stop breathing. All self control had left her body.
The first touch of her lips to yours had you gasping. She couldnât tell if the sweetness on her tongue was left over from her drink or if it was you. Your fingers tightened on her shoulders, pulling her closer and she groaned into your mouth.
She pushed you back a step until her hand landed on the wall behind you. She felt your breath hitch in your chest but she was so busy tasting you she could only focus on the way you sighed into her mouth. Your fingers buried themselves in her hair and her hearts thudded hard. She pressed harder against you, needing to feel every inch of your body against her.
Hooking her hands under your thighs, she lifted you. You yelped, your mouth no longer on hers. Not wanting to stop, she pressed kisses along the column of your neck. Your head fell back and your fingers tightened in her hair, an interesting noise falling from your lips. She wondered if she could make you make it again.
She pressed against you more insistently. Your warmth was seeping into her and you kept making those small noises she wanted to hear more of. Sheâd never heard you make them before. If she had the choice, sheâd keep hearing those noises for the rest of her life. It was making her feel hot all over.
âDoctor,â you sighed.
Her tongue swept over your skin, tasting salt and sweet mixing together. She couldnât stop herself from sinking her teeth in, just for a moment. The noise you made was more intoxicating than any drink they could serve her in the bar. She wanted more, ever more, of you.
âOi, you two.â
The Doctor ignored it, kissing you again, swallowing every gasp and moan. You were kissing her back with the same kind of abandon you used during every adventure. It was making her skin spark and she wondered what it would be like to touch every inch of you. So many possibilities, and she wanted to explore them all.
âOi!â
A hand grasped her shoulder, different from yours, and nowhere near as welcome. You tugged on her hair again and any thought beyond kissing you so thoroughly you wouldnât be able to remember your own name flew from her head. Her fingertips skimmed the hemline of your dress. And then you whined.
No one had a chance of stopping her after that.
She pushed her fingers past the point of your hemline. Just barely under your skirt, she dragged her fingertips up, keeping you up by pressing you harder against the wall. Your hands slipped out of her hair, cupping her face with both hands, holding her close. She couldnât get enough, needing you closer, needing to feel every inch of you. There was nothing more beautiful than you in the entire universe.
She was dragged back by the hand still on her shoulder. You yelped, beginning to fall. Quick as possible she grabbed you again, keeping you held aloft. You looked dazed, kiss swollen lips and glazed eyes. You blinked, looking down at her, hands still on her face. She lent forward, wanting to taste you again.
âOh no you donât.â
She was pulled back again. You finally looked over her shoulder at whoever was behind her. You ducked your head, pressing it into her neck, giggling, but the heat of your skin was undeniable. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder.
Ryan had his hand on her shoulder, Yaz and Graham standing behind them. Yaz had her arms crossed, eyebrow raised. Graham looked very unimpressed.
âYou left us in there to go get it on in some alley?â Ryan asked, âreally?â
âWe didnât,â she said.
âYou did,â Graham argued back, âwe caught you red handed.â
âWe didnât come out here to get it on,â she said, trying to clear her mind. It was so hard with you wrapped around her, your breath hitting the skin of her neck. There was still a part of her wanting to ignore the rest of the Fam and go back to kissing you. It was much more interesting than the conversation they were trying to have with her.
âSure you didnât,â Ryan said, finally letting her go.
âCare to explain yourselves then?â Yaz asked.
âWe were talking,â she said.
âWe donât have to explain ourselves to them,â you said, emerging from your hiding place, âtheyâre not our parents.â
The Doctor slowly let you go, regretting it the moment she felt you slip out from between her and the wall. You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the rest of the Fam. Her hearts thudded in her chest irregularly. How had she managed to go that long without kissing you?
âWhat we get up to is none of your business,â you told them, âwe have every right to snog in an alleyway if we want. Itâs not as if you didnât know where we parked.â
âWe didnât know if youâd been kidnapped or something,â Ryan said.
âThat was one time, and it wouldnât have happened if you hadnât pointed me out to him,â you said.
âI did apologise for that,â he said, looking abashed.
âRight, well, the Doctor offered us a fun night, and I would like to continue that,â you said, grabbing the Doctorâs hand. You marched past the Fam, pushing the doors open to the TARDIS, pulling her along behind you. She grinned, excited to get back to the kissing.
She let her gaze wander over you as you led her through the halls. She was itching to get her hands on your legs again, to continue her exploration of your skin. She wanted to see how many more noises you could make. She planned on cataloguing them all.
She wasnât expecting you to shove her down on your bed. You climbed onto her lap, threading your hands through the hair at the nape of her neck. She lent forward, eager to begin the kissing again. You tugged on her hair, pulling her back before her lips could get anywhere near you.
âI think you need to do some explaining,â you said with the lips that should have been on hers.
âAbout what?â she asked, resting her hands on your hips. She loved touching you like this now she was allowed to.
âAbout what was going on tonight,â you said, âyou were acting weird almost the entire night, you ran off on me, then you kissed me when I tried to ask you what was going on.â
âAnd?â
âDo you want to explain what any of that meant?â you asked.
âNot particularly.â She lent forward again, determined to get her kiss. You tugged on her hair again, leaning away from her.
âI would,â you said, âplease?â
She found it so difficult to say no to you, not when you were looking at her like that. You were irresistible to her, straddling her lap, wide eyes staring down at her.
âI suppose I could explain,â she said, preening as you smiled at her, âsee, the thing is, youâre brilliant. Proper brilliant. Super brilliant. The brilliantest.â
She lent forward again, determined to get a kiss this time. Sheâd explained herself really well, she deserved a reward. Something sweeter than a custard cream and better than a package from the Kerblam man. You kissed her softly but then you were drawing back again. She tried to follow you, wanting to keep kissing you until the universe exploded. You put your hands on her face, holding her back, one thumb running along her cheekbone. It made her feel warm all over just looking at you.
âKeep going,â you said, âI need more explanation.â
âI didnât want to make you feel uncomfortable because I think youâre specially brilliant. Proper specially brilliant. So much more specially brilliant than other people,â she said, âI didnât want you to be uncomfortable but then you needed me to help you out and it became really difficult not to show you how specially brilliant I think you are, and you were touching me which makes its hard to think and I needed some air to think because if I canât think then I canât do anything but then you were right there looking all you like but more and then you hurt yourself and I was touching you and I couldnât think anymore and you looked at me and I couldnât stop myself because kissing is ace and itâs the most ace with you.â
âLucky for you, you had nothing to worry about,â you said, leaning in towards her, âIâve been thinking kissing you could be ace for some time now.â
You kissed her and kissed her and maybe sheâd made the right decision by bringing you to that club.
#13th doctor imagine#13th doctor x reader#thirteenth doctor imagine#thirteenth doctor x reader#doctor who imagine
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Drabble Bingo
These are from the Doctor Who Creators server Drabble Bingo event that happened in July. I'm posting them all at once because they are 100 words each. The prompts and characters/ships are as follows:
Dan - Dan & Yaz Rory - Rory Ocean - Thasmin Rose - Rose Unsexy Mattress Fic - Thasmin
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Petty Revenge (Dan)
âHere, try this.â Yaz tossed a bundle of clothing at Dan.
Dan shook it out, revealing a frilly shirt, red-and-white striped waistcoat, and loose brown trousers. A three-cornered pirate hat fell to the floor, along withâ was that a hook?
He eyed Yazâs elegant blouse and skirt.Â
âYouâre sure Iâll fit in?â
Yaz nodded, grinning widely. It wasnât reassuring.
Dan narrowed his eyes. âThis isnât payback for me making you talk about your feelings?â
Yaz raised her eyebrows, her smile becoming sharklike.
âDo I look like someone who would do that to you, Scouse?â
Yes, Dan thought. She rather did.Â
Living Legend (Rory)
Heâs become a myth.
He hears the stories, whispered on the wind: the lone centurion, guarding a mysterious box. They get some of it rightâ heâs been around for years, steady, unchanging. He is, usually, dressed as a Roman centurion. And heâs always with the box.
They get some of it wrong. Heâs not guarding gold, or poison, or a curse. He isnât a god.
Rory doesnât correct them. He doesnât sit around the campfire, whispering the truth.
They wouldnât understand it, after all. Not here, not now.
Besides, if he tried to sit around a campfireâ heâd surely melt.
Unprecedented (Ocean)
Yaz couldn't stop thinking about that moment.Â
After the conversation on the beach, disappointment sinking in her chest, Yazâs mind was at the bottom of the ocean, staring at unprecedented beauty, reliving that moment of panicked hope.
Not a bad date, am I?
No.
The hope had been dashed, of course. It was lying in little shards, tearing at Yazâs lungs, grinding in her stomach.Â
She shouldâve reacted faster, back at the bottom of the ocean. She shouldâve gotten over her shock. She shouldâve turned to the Doctor, shouldâve smiledâ
She shouldâve kissed her.
Before she ran out of time.
Reinvented, Rewritten (Rose)
She stared into the TARDIS, transfixed, rooted to the spot as golden light entered her, filled her, created her.Â
She saw everything.
Time, tinged with gold, shining before her.
The TARDIS movedâ she barely felt it. She was part of it. She was part of the universe. Part of time.
The Bad Wolf.
Somewhere, she could feel her bodyâ seething with timeâs ravages. The TARDIS was roiling in her, reinventing her. Her every cell was changing.
She waved a hand. Life and deathâ what were they to the big bad wolf?
What were theyâ
Exceptâ
Reinvention came with a price.
A Little Off (Unsexy Mattress Fic)
Yaz usually likes sitting on the mattress in the console room when the Doctor works on the TARDIS. But tonight, somethingâs off.
They agreed, earlierâ things would stay the same. Or, the Doctor said it, and Yaz swallowed her disappointment.
Things arenât the same. The disappointment is still sinking in her stomach. Even the Doctorâs tinkering seems subdued.Â
Finally, the Doctor emerges. Sits next to Yaz. Their shoulders touch.
Her words fly out on a whisper.
âIâm sorry.â
âYeah.â It comes out bitter.
âI donât want to hurt you.â
Yaz looks at her, tears in both their eyes. âToo late.â
#drabble#doctor who#my fic#fanfiction#dan lewis#yasmin khan#thirteenth doctor#rose tyler#thasmin#thirteen x yaz#rory williams#shoutout to rory to making it into this one. he was lucky enough to be in the same line as dan rose ocean and unsexy mattress fic
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Some More Soft Yasammy HeadcanonsÂ
Yaz loves lying on top of Sammy when they cuddle. The feeling of Sammy's fingers combing through her hair and one arm slung protectively around her waist? Amazing. Combine that with the sound of Sammy's heartbeat lulling her into a light sleep and Yaz absolutely melts.
When the girls feel overwhelmed and lost in her memories of Isla Nublar, they'll stop what they're doing and just hold each other. Yaz will rub soothing circles on Sammy's scars from the Scorpios Rex attack and Sammy will kiss every inch of Yaz's face until they both feel safe and secure again.
Sammy once stumbled upon one of Yaz's old sketchbooks and found several drawings of herself in it. When she brought it up to her girlfriend, Sammy shyly said, "You made me look so pretty." To which Yaz replied, "You are so beautiful, I could never do you justice."
Yaz casually mentioned that she was running out of good songs to listen to while she runs, so Sammy spent hours making the perfect playlist for her girlfriend. Not only does Yaz listen to it every time she works out, but she'll have the biggest lovesick grin on her face as she listens to it.
Sammy is notorious when it comes to falling asleep on the couch. The girls could be watching a movie or having an Esther Stone marathon and it won't take long for Sammy to fall asleep on Yaz's shoulder or in her arms. Yaz finds it incredibly cute and will usher her sleepy Sammy to their bedroom for a good night's sleep.
These two will never shut up over the fact that they're dating. Like they will take any opportunity that is given to them to mention that they're girlfriends.
Sammy: "Have you met my amazing girlfriend, Yaz? Hold on one moment while I tell you all about my super talented and insanely pretty girlfriendâ"
Yaz: "You see that stunning girl over there? The one who looks like the physical embodiment of sunshine? That's Sammy. My girlfriend."
Sometimes Yaz will pretend that she can't open jars and will hand them to Sammy just to see her open them with ease then immediately turn to brag and flex her arms. Does Yaz do this because she loves Sammy's smile? Yes. Does she also do this because she's obsessed with Sammy's country strong muscles? YES.
Sammy makes amazing hot chocolates. When the weather gets cooler or the girls have a late night sugar craving, Sammy will head to their kitchen to whip up some hot chocolate. All the while Yaz will be hugging her from behind and watching her girlfriend work her magic. (And if Yaz manages to sneak a few marshmallows, that's her business.)
These girls melt when they kiss. Like when their lips caress they'll feel warm all over and full of giddy excitement. They'll find any excuse under the sun to kiss each other and show how much they mean to each other.
When Yaz wraps her arms around Sammy's waist and pulls her in close for a tender kiss? Sammy is a goner. When Sammy traces the bottom of Yaz's lips with her fingers before gently tipping her chin up so she can lock their lips together? It's a TKO for Yaz.
At the end of the day, Yaz and Sammy are each other's favorite person. And despite the insane, dino-related circumstances that brought them together, they couldn't imagine their lives without each other in it. đ§Ąđ
#did someone request some more yasammy fluff??#no just me?#well y'all are gonna get some soft yasammy headcanons anyways#because i love them#and i hope y'all love them as much as i do#i might work on some yasammy date headcanons in the future#but for now enjoy these soft gfs#yasammy#yaz x sammy#yasmina fadoula#sammy gutierrez#jwcc#camp cretaceous
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air of the now and gone
yaz has been so strong. she canât stay strong forever.
tags: post-legend of the sea devils, dan & yaz Talk About It, hurt/comfort, expressing love for someone by making them tea
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"Yaz! You'll never guess whoâ" Dan stops smiling when he sees Yaz's face. The Doctor isn't with her; Dan thinks he can catch her sitting by the beach, and Yaz looks like she's seen a ghost. (Maybe she has; it's been a weird day and they were separated for most of it.) "Sheffield," he says softly, "what happened?"
"Iâ" She doesn't look at him, staring past him into the open TARDIS. "I think she told me she loves me." And then, with no warning, Yaz bursts out crying.
"Oh, oh no." Carefully, Dan takes her armâYaz hides her face in his shoulder, shaking, barely relaxing when Dan hugs her. He doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know what he was expecting; not this. He struggles for a moment in the silence of a dam breaking, of some tragedy he can't grasp yet.
"I'll put the kettle on."
â
Yaz's grip is white-knuckled around a mug advertising something called Hedgewick's World of Wonders as her tea goes cold. She's stopped crying, but her eyes are still red, her breathing slow and shaky. Dan is doing his best to look sympathetic, understanding, though if he's honest he hasn't grasped it at all.
The Doctor isn't back yet.
"Sheâ" Yaz takes a sip of tea as her voice dies. "She talked about dating, and how sheâIâ" Dan puts his hand on hers, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles affectionately. Yaz takes a deep breath. "She said she can't fix herself to anything, and it sounds like she's leaving and..." Her voice trails off. Dan stays quiet.
"What does it mean when she asks to live in the present?" asks Yaz, and it's the first time she's looked at Dan since they were outside the TARDIS.
Dan tries for a smile. "You'd know better than I do."
Nodding, Yaz bites her lip. Takes another sip of tea. Thinks.
"I don't know if I trust her anymore."
"Oh, Sheffieldâ"
"No, I mean, I do! Just can't help feeling like I'm just waiting for another secret to come up, like there's something more she's not telling me, or that she'llâ" Yaz presses her lips together, her hands wrapping around the mug again. It's nearly empty, the bottom a puddle of sugar and bits of tea that slipped from the bag.
"Yeah?"
"She'll change her mind about me. Decide I'm not worth it." She's stone faced, and Dan feels the block they've reached. That fear of rejection that goes so deep she can't even be honest with herself.
I've never told anyone.
"You don't have to be scaredâ"
"I'm not scared!" snaps Yaz. "I'm not. Just realistic." Dan sighs. "What?"
"Yaz, she really likes you." He smiles and Yaz looks away. "I see the way she acts around you; she wants to make it work. If you can't trust the Doctor, trust me."
Finally, she returns a shadow of his smile. "I think we nearly kissed."
"What?" Dan laughs; he can't help it. Yaz squirms, but her expression doesn't fade.
"Few times, actually."
"What?" He takes her hand again, shaking her lightly. "And you think she doesn't like you? When have you ever seen the Doctor do that?"
"And she told me"âYaz's eyes are wet again, just enough that Dan can see it this closeâ"that I'm one of the greatest people she's ever known."
Dan softens.
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Did you know she's married?" Tight-lipped, stone. Dan can't quite put his finger on what she's shutting down, if she's closing a clean wound or hiding an infection. A single tear trails down her cheek. "Because I didn't."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Emptying the kettle, Dan refills both their mugsâhe takes care to give Yaz a bit more of the remaining water, leaving just enough for him that it's worth putting a tea bag in. He offers her the sugar and she drops a cube in, stirring mindlessly.
"I don't know what to do," says Yaz quietly. "I can't keep chasing after her."
"Then don't"âconfused, Yaz meets his eyes, and Dan nods to herâ"let her come to you. She's already done it, right? She'll do it again."
"Suppose." She sighs. "I'llâ" The TARDIS door opens loudly and for a second, Yaz is alight with hope. Dan doesn't laugh at her, but it's close. She frowns at him.
"What is it with you?" asks the Doctor from the console room, her voice muffled as she shuts the door with a soft click. "Dan?" she calls into the open TARDIS.
Before he can respond, Yaz steps out, and the Doctor beams before dimming down her smile and not entirely succeeding. Dan can't hold back a chuckle at that; he can already see himself teasing Yaz with itâhow either of them could doubt for the second that the other is completely smitten is beyond him.
"Both here! Good. Gold stars all around." Immediately, the Doctor is messing with the console (Dan suspects she's not actually setting coordinates or anything, just mashing buttons to occupy her hands). "Where to?"
"You two decide; I'll clean up in the meantime." Dan means to go back into the TARDIS and, considering the energy between Yaz and the Doctor right now, not return for a long while when Yaz grabs his wrist.
"Thank you," she says softly.
"Of course, Sheffield," says Dan, and hopes all the affection in his words reaches Yaz, no matter what she thinks of herself right now. "Take care of yourself."
In turning, he catches Yaz approaching the Doctor at the console, and the Doctor moves close to her, their hands meeting. Dan smiles.
Really, what does he have to worry about?
â
inspired by a post from @/rowanthestrange ; title is from thank you by ross gay - these and the ao3 link will be in the notes
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#doctor who#doctor who fanfic#thasmin#yasmin khan#dan lewis#thirteenth doctor#yaz#dan#thirteen#poppy scribbles#đ„#air of the now and gone
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Here's another glimpse into the Badun Detective Agency.
Badun Detective Agency: Death Report.
Name of Detective: Yzla Sorcerer.
Age of Detective: 17 years old.
Date of Report: January 6th, 2017.
Name of the deceased: Lil' Yaz.
Age of the deceased: 19 years old.
File number: 0210.
Report: The Desceased (19, Male. Child of Yzma) appears to have died from an untreated and unexpected case of something called 'Apendictist'.
The Desceased reported feeling an unexplainable sharp pain in his chest two days before he passed-- On Today, January 6th, 2017.
The pain reliever his mother, Yzma gave him didn't appear to do anything to alivate the pain.
He was able to keep anything down and was running a fever, so his mother sent him to bed to rest.
His condition only continued to deteriorate until he was found without a pulse at 5 am by his mother.
His family wasn't able to revive him and none of the medics on the isle nor Yen Sid were able to either.
His employer and friends have been notified.
A death certificate is being issued and no foul play can be detected so he will be put to rest via pyre at the end of the week.
Yzla signing out.
[At the top of the report, a picture can be found paper clipped to the page. In the picture, 5 people can be seen.
Two identical men around 26 with short black hair and ocean blue eyes. Both Dressed in Chippers boy scout uniforms, grinning widely.
in front of them, there was a beaming boy around nineteen with tan skin, dark eyes, and short, curly purple hair that was partly hidden under a golden hat that matched the golden jacket and purple v-neck he was wearing.
One of his arms was draped over as scowling boy in black. his hair was short and black with a faint blue stripe, and the same dark eyes as the first. Looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.
and the other was draped over the last person in the picture. A girl with
thick black hair that was up in an uneven ponytail and dark soft eyes. She wore a magenta off shoulder shirt and had light, almost lavender skin. She was rolling her eyes to the side, but still smiling.
Written at the bottom of the photo were the names 'Lil' Yaz, Yzla, Zam, Zevon, and Zim. January 1st, 2017.']
Yzla chronicling the death of her own older brother.....that's so sad...
Now, this isn't an investigation. Yaz's death isn't a mystery. He wasn't murdered. She knows how he died: of illness. But she doesn't know exactly what illness.
This is the equivalent of an autopsy. But she's not going to cut open her own brother to look for the cause of his death. She doesn't know how to, she doesn't know what to look for. She's not a doctor. And they don't have proper doctors on the Isle. So all she can do is chronicle his symptoms and put the paper with all the other files.
And the photograph....it's not just an impersonal file, written by someone who's seen too much and is jaded, not just clerical paperwork. The writer is a human. The person who died is also a human. Real live people with a real live family who loved each other...until one died, leaving the other to write down what had happened. With the picture in the file, as a reminder to Yzla, a remembrance of her brother.
#disney descendants#descendants#yzla descendants#yzla daughter of yzma#yzla#yzma#lil yaz#yaz son of yzma#deleted character I think#the isle of the lost is a terrible place
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bringing the now empty bottle down from his lips, tyler crushed it and set it amongst the large pile of other empty water bottles. he held the camera up to his face, burping loudly before mumbling, âdamn that was a good one. sorry, where are my manners. excuse me, princess.â
he reached for another bottle, simply because she asked him to drink another bottle. âyouâre gonna leave the call?â he pouted. tyler stared into the camera with wide eyes, pouting out his bottom lip and giving the best puppy-dog expression he could without being able to physically feel his face. âwhat if my uber driver tries to touch me? i need you.â he paused before breaking out in a wide smile, as if to let her know he was simply joking. âkidding, princess. iâll text you so you can go back to sleep.â
he opened up his bottle, taking a small sip from it before beginning to walk back to the other room. âlooking for my hat.â he once again let her know immediately of his game plan. they seemed to have quieted down in the time tyler was gone, and he assumes the crash was just finally starting to hit everyone else. stepping over various bodies already sleeping soundly on the floor and using various objects as a blanket (tyler nearly wanted to laugh after seeing his friend use a pillow as a blanket), tyler eventually spotted his hat on a table. tyler turned the camera around on the call, so that yaz could see the exact view that tyler had.
âitâs like a college party.â
[ @itsyazmin ]
what started as a little fun challenge for austinâs youtube channel turned into tyler unable to even pick himself off of the floor of his friendâs apartment. him and his friends had learned a lot that night. brita filters were magical and removed most, if not all, of the horrible burn of alcohol. so much so that some of the drinks went down as if they were water. that was the fatal mistake.
sat up in a corner of his friendâs bedroom, tyler could quite literally not feel any part of his body. but he could feel the way he was desperately missing yaz. so while his friends continued to fool around in their drunken mess, tyler fished out his phone from his pocket and the wired earbuds he always kept on him. plugging the earbuds in and shoving them into his ears, he quickly pulled up yazâs contact.
he pressed the facetime icon, listening to the phone ring and adjusting the volume as needed until she eventually picked up. âprincess~â he slurred, holding the mic up to his lips so she could hear him over the background noise.
taking a look at his reflection on the phone screen, tyler noted the mess he was. his hair messier than usual, the obvious red tint on his cheeks, the lopsided smile that made it evident he drank far too much than he should have, and his bloodshot eyes from taking a few hits of the za.
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YAZ! What do you think about this comment?
"Iâm pretty sure itâs Elain. Compared to Azriel sheâs gotten the most foreshadowing in ACOSF, she was also talked about the most in that book. The fourth dread trove? Come on thatâs Elain whose gonna find that. The people behind the wall? The person who claimed they wanna do greater? The person in both endchapters? Not one. Both. Rhys saying we gotta help one sister before the other? I do not wanna read about Gwyn training again itâll be ACOSF part 2 especially since she hasnât left the library at. They had two scenes together and Azriel sitting by being Cassianâs wing man. He clearly is still trying to discover who heâs gonna love due to him being confused right now but is that enough for a full blown story?"
My heart needs to calm down
I'm calm I wonder why you aren't đ
Let's speak facts here:
âą Elain had no dialogue after Solstice and was a background character in the two scenes she showed up by the end of the book. Sarah said by the end of the book, she thought it was obvious who the next book is about and in the SAME line she says Azriel's journey is one she's very excited to write about. Here is my post analyzing the ending of ACOSF and Sarah's words.
âą So, what foreshadowing for Elain? We know she is likely up to something in the background but... did she get actual development compared to others? Not really. Showing some backbone is a small development for someone like Elain but she isn't set up as a protagonist yet. Look at the number of times she was mentioned compared to others.
And why does she need a book now? She didn't hit rock bottom like her sisters. Nesta didn't get her book until she hit rock bottom, and who is hitting rock bottom now? Azriel.
âą You know Anon? I love it when they bring up the "Gwyn did not leave the library" point because they contradict what the canon text says.
âYouâre the one whoâs been in a library for two years,â Emerie said.â
âGwyn didnât flinch. âI have. And I am tired of it.â She surveyed the blood-soaked leather along her thigh.â
And what happened at the end of the book?
âGwyn, despite the Rite, had returned to living in the library.â
Gwyn wants to leave the library. Why do you think SJM had to mention she returned to the library at the end of the book? Because if she didn't you'd assume she did leave the library. That is literally setting up her journey.
âą Elain will find the Fourth Trove? Elain will free the people behind the Wall? And... Koschei? You really think SJM won't make an Archeron play a role in defeating Koschei? Especially Elain who is the one that had the visions about him, the Firebird and the Swans at the lake? Do you think SJM would write a book half would be Lucien's POV and the other half... a Firebird's? And if they're not happy with that answer they'll push for Multipov which we know won't happen because... SJM... confirmed... each... book... is... about... a... couple... getting... together...? She might play a role with the fourth trove or the other plots but it's unlikely that it would happen in the next book.
âą What's also funny is SJM's editor asked SJM to pull out the Feysand's POVs since they added nothing to the story and add one of them as a bonus. Both bonus chapter were advertised as Feysand and Azriel bonus chapters, not "Elain-focused exclusive chapters". The Feysand chapter spoke of the sisters for like one to two pages because it happens right after Elain and Nesta's confrontation. They mentioned Lucien's gloves too, oh my Elucien confirmed??đ and on the other hand, Azriel's chapter features four charcaters and ended with Azriel thinking of another female's smile that isn't Elain.
âą And let's look at the other things SJM said about the next book and Azriel:
âą They don't want another book about Azriel training Gwyn, sorry but canonically the end of ACOSF mentions that. However, they don't mind Azriel training Elain to become a spy and create their own "totally spies" circle with Nuala and Cerridwen. They don't want any training stories unless it revolves around Elr*el Lol.
âą I know SJM said Nesta will still play a big role in the spin off books and she is the one that can control the Trove. Let's not forget that the series is about the secondary characters from ACOTAR as SJM said. She never specified it was about Archeron sisters. She said she was excited to write Nesta's journey, she happens to say the same thing about Azriel.
âą Illyria will be clearly involved in the next book especially with the mysteries under Ramiel. This is something Azriel will have to deal with since ACOSF did present Azriel's hatred of Illyria as an issue. The Valkyries are involved because they won the Blood Rite. Gwyn is a Carynthian so she will be connected (also because Emerie is an Illyrian so Nesta and Gwyn will be there for her). And the Autumn Court no doubt will be a big part of the next book, so how do you connect the two plots in one book? By having one of the characters connected to Autumn and that's likely Gwyn.
It's crystal clear Azriel is next with Gwyn as his supporting protagonist and love interest. It's not Elain's turn to shine yet. Let's hope she gets some development to set her up as a protagonist for book 6, but ACOSF didn't add much to her character. I honestly expected her to be heavily involved in Nesta's book but she was gone 80% of the time.
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Can you do a Doctor 13th fic with prompts 34,8, and 9. I was hoping to see a jealous reader fic that is jealous of Yaz and the doctor makes a promise to take the reader to Venice but instead the doctor breaks the promise on the day they agree and starts hanging out with yaz which makes the reader jealous and upset. Your fics are great btw keep up the great work.
Hey, sorry this took so long. It's been busy recently. I know this isn't my best work but I really needed to get it out. Again I apologise.
Warning: none
Plot: ^^^^
13th doctor x reader
They were doing it again. I watched from the steps of the console room, as the doctor and Yaz stood there laughing. It almost physically hurt to watch them be so friendly. Hands touching, falling into each other. What I'd give to be Yaz, just for one day. To have the doctors attention. Then again, she wasn't mine so my jealousy was utterly stupid.
"Oh (y/n), how long have you been there?" Looking up, yaz smiled at me, coming to stand at the bottom of the steps. I just shrugged, redirecting my attention to one of the pillars. Taken aback by my response, the doctor whispered to her and she ran off quickly.
"What's wrong?" She asked, taking a seat beside me. There was no way to word it without being obviously.
"Just, feels like you spend more time with yaz than me." I told her honestly, playing with my fingers. The blonde shifted slightly, nodding her head.
"Feels like I'm not needed at times."
"Hey! No. That's not true at all. You know what? We're gonna go on a trip tomorrow. Just the two of us." Eyes lighting up, I turned to her with a grin on my face.
"Really?" She jumped up and smiled down at me.
"I'll take you to Venice in the late twentieth century. Beautiful little city, you'll love it." Now extremely excited, I bobbed my head and stood myself up. Maybe I'd been worrying for nothing?
"Go get some rest, alright?" I agreed and bid her goodnight, before heading off to my room. A new hope was there for me now.
When I say I made myself dizzy with how fast I got ready, I'm not lying. Tying up my shoes, I grabbed my jacket and head for the console room. No one was there, that was odd. The doctor was always there, so where was she? Dropping my coat to the side, I began to wander through the corridors in search of the blonde. She wasn't in the kitchen, or pool room, or the trampoline room. Eventually, I found myself at the library and pushed thr door open. Of course, I found them, both. The doctor and yaz were sat on the sofa, laughing again. The younger had her head on the others shouting. The doctor was holding her arm. When the door creaked, they snapped their heads towards me, still smiling. Thinking that the doc would see me, get up and do as she'd promised; it hurt in my heart when she looked confused.
"You look nice, going somewhere?" Digging my nails into my palms, I pressed my lips together and shook my head.
"No." With that, I turned on my heel and ran for my room. I slammed my door shut and sat on the bed. Why was I still here at this point? It was clear, I was the third wheel.
"Hey, why did you run off?" The doctor burst in without knocking, just irking me more.
"Doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. You look really upset. Have I done something?" Slowly, I turned my head towards her and scoffed. Standing up, I stalked over and glared up at the blonde.
"Have you done something? Seriously?" She just blinked at me, not knowing what to sat.
"That's what I asked, yeah." My jaw shook, how could she be this oblivious? That forgetful? Was I really that unimportant?
"Does twentieth century Venice ring a bell doctor?" Her face drained of colour as she slowly came to the realisation.
"Oh. I'm sorry (y/n). We can still go if you like?" Shaking my head, I turned away from her. I couldn't do this anymore.
"No. You go have your little play dates with yaz. I'm sure she's missing you." I spat, probably too aggressive but I didn't care at this point.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard! Go away!" For a second, she was silent and I thought she'd actually listened. Until her hand landed on my shoulder to spin me back round.
"Why are you so upset?" Tears rolled down my cheeks, it hurt even seeing her.
"You promised me! And you forgot. Because of her." I stuttered out, rubbing my face harshly. The doctor shook her head, trying to find the right words to say. But I doubted there was any at this point.
"Do you trust me?" Eyes trailing over her face, she was looking at me desperately and I just shrugged.
"I dont know anymore." I could practically see her whole demeanor change, she bowed her head in shame. What worried me is when her shoulders began shaking.
"Doctor?"
"I can never do anything right, can I? I don't know how to handle these emotions. So what do I do? Ask yaz. Where does that land me? With me hurting you! I can't..." she trailed off, biting down on her lips to supress her sadness. The doctor sat on my bed, putting her head in her hands.
"The last person I let myself love was...and I got her stuck on some parallel world. Now I've driven you away." Taking a seat beside her, I placed my hand on her back.
"What?"
"I just wanted advice. I didn't want to mess it up." The doctor croaked out, tears dripping onto her lap. Nothing she was saying made sense though, but it hurt to see her so sad. Even if I felt forgotten, I didn't want to see her like this.
"Advice on what?"
"You! How to ask you out. How to be romantic. What you like. What you want. All I wanted from yaz, was how to get you to be mine." Her outburst caught me off guard and I found myself blushing at her words.
"This morning I went to her, asking how to impress you on our trip to Venice. She started teasing me about my feelings and I got distracted." Looking up at me slowly, she smiled sadly.
"I didn't forget. I promise. I could never forget about you." More tears rolled down her cheeks, breaking my heart in the process. Lifting my hand, I wiped them away carefully.
"Doctor. All you ever had to do was be yourself."
"Really?" She stuttered, hope hidden in her eyes. Humming, I gave her a small smile. I shuffled closer and cupped her cheeks.
"All I ever want is to spend time with you. I want to be with you and it always felt like you wanted yaz." Immediately, the doctor frowned, not liking what she was hearing. Casting my eyes down, I let out a breath.
"I understood, why would you want me over her?" She gripped my shirt in her fists, tugging me closer, which caught me off guard.
"You're brilliant. The most amazing human I've met."
"You mean that?"
"I can prove it." The doctor mumbled, pulling me in and placing her lips against mine. After the initial shock subsided, I kissed back; srns finding their way around her neck.
"You see?" She mumbled against my lips, hands moving to cup my cheeks. Nodding, I smipered and pecked her lips repeatedly until she began laughing.
"Alright you. I do believe I owe you a trip?"
"Indeed. I was quite looking forward to Venice." The doctor beamed, grabbing my hand and my coat with the other.
"Oh and (y/n)?" Looking at her in question, she gave me a genuine smile.
"Know that yaz will never get in the way of us okay?" Placing a kiss to her cheek, I grinned.
"I know, doctor. I trust you."
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Win/Win (13th Doctor x f!Reader)
Synopsis: The Doctor isn't a fan of your new friend.
Words: 2.7k
Warnings: none
You bent your head, murmuring something to your companion. They murmured something in return and you tipped your head back, laughing. It was one of the best sounds in the universe. The Doctor was sure it was.
You smiled, the soft one you usually directed at the Doctor and both her hearts clenched because someone else was on the receiving end. Someone else who was leaning towards you. She watched as their hand landed on your knee and you did nothing to remove it.
You took a long sip from the drink in your hand, lips wrapping around the straw as your eyes sparkled at your companion. The Doctor watched their gaze dip to your lips. Your tongue ran along your bottom lip, she assumed unconsciously as you were gazing down into the glass. A slow smile spread over your lips and she wanted to know what you were thinking with a burning intensity.
Your companion asked you something, regaining your attention. Your nose did that scrunchy thing that always made her lose her train of thought. You always seemed to do it right before offering her a bright smile which was one of the best sights in the universe. Your companion turned their head, their nose almost brushing against your cheek and the Doctor had no idea when the two of you had gotten so close together.
You giggled, the kind that the Doctor had grown used to hearing when it was just the two of you, usually late at night or early in the morning. Sometimes she worked hard to make you giggle like that. It always filled her chest with warmth.
Evidently it was doing the same to your companion if the way they were looking at you was any indication. They were leaning towards you, close enough to whisper in your ear, your hair brushing against their cheek. Their hand landed on your knee again and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. When had she started looking at your lips?
The Doctor stood, her chair toppling over backwards. She ignored the odd look Graham gave her and stomped up to the bar, passing by close enough to you to hear the murmur of your voice with your new friend. She loved your voice. It was always so warm when you spoke to her. Like a really good pie. Or bread fresh out the oven. Or a stew. A good hearty stew.
You didnât seem to notice her as she passed by and that made her want to keep doing it until you did. She had grown used to your gaze following her around a room, had grown used to the way youâd look up and immediately find her. Now it was like she was a piece of the scenery and she was so much more interesting than the scenery.
The Doctor lent against the bar, one elbow resting as she turned her body to face you again. Your cheeks were pink and you were looking up from under your eyelashes. Sheâd never seen you do that before. Why hadnât she ever seen you do that before? She thought sheâd seen you do everything. This was new, and she didnât like new.
Okay, that was a lie. The Doctor bloody loved new. But not when it was like this. She wanted to be on the receiving end of new, not watching it like it was a play. She wanted to be in amongst the new.
âI hope thereâs dancing.â
She hadnât even noticed Yaz sidling up beside her at the bar. She was looking wistfully at the band but no one had made their way to the sandy dance floor yet. Her gaze was drawn back to you as green fingers tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. They lingered on your jaw and it was as if the Doctor could feel the ghost of it on her own fingertips. She bristled at it being a strangerâs fingers getting to do it.
âYou should ask her to dance,â Yay said, nudging her shoulder.
âIâm a brilliant dancer, me,â she said.
âSo youâre going to ask her?â she asked.
There was something in that idea. She liked the thought of dancing with you, holding you close in her arms, being close enough to see how your eyes sparkled when you laughed. She loved making you laugh. Top ten experience. It was just as good as watching a supernova. Better even.
Your companion stood, holding a hand out to you. You smiled, taking it and letting them lead you towards the dance floor, the first couple to do so. She couldnât look away as a hand was pressed to your lower back, the other holding yours. You were smiling at them in that special way again. She didnât notice how tightly she was clenching her fists as she watched you be swept along to the music.
âCome on,â she said, grabbing Yazâs hand, âlooks fun.â
Other couples were joining you on the dance floor with you in the centre. The Doctor tugged Yaz into her arms, placing one hand on her waist, assuming she would be able to get closer to you and your companion before exchanging partners.
That was the moment you noticed her for the first time all evening. She might not have noticed if she hadnât already been looking at you, brain creating and discarding plans in quick succession. Your eyes moved past your companion, resting on her long enough for your tongue to dart out and wet your lips. It rested heavy on her, the way the sparkle in your eye seemed to dim at the sight of her. Then you were looking back at your companion, laughing at something they had said.
âDoctor,â Yaz said, breaking through her thoughts.
âHm?â She didnât know why it was hard for to look away from you.
âYouâre holding on too tight.â
âOh.â
She immediately let go of Yaz, stepping back to give her space. She rubbed her hand, flexing fingers as she stared at the Doctor with a confused look on her face.
âSorry,â the Doctor said.
âJust go ask her to dance,â she said, âstop torturing yourself.â
âMaybe later,â she said, âshe seems busy.â
Her eyes landed on you again. Your companion was leaning into you, drawing closer and closer and you werenât doing anything to stop it. Their hand had slipped lower and your fingers were resting against the side of their neck. You made a handsome couple. The Doctorâs stomach was beginning to feel tight and uncomfortable.
She stumbled through the crowd, pushing a few people out of her way as she did her best to get to you, Yaz already forgotten. She loved love but the thought of seeing you kiss someone else was making her want to run into an army of Daleks.
She tapped your companion on the shoulder, bouncing on her feet until they turned around to look at her, a disgruntled look passing over their face. Your own eyes were trained on her, your bottom lip between your teeth again. She couldnât figure out what you were feeling.
âSorry, can I cut in?â she asked your companion.
They turned their head to look at you. You gently disentangled yourself from their grip, giving her a small smile. The Doctor swooped in, sliding an arm around your waist and taking your hand in her own. She twirled you away from your companion left standing alone on the dance floor. A laugh bubbled over your lips and her hearts skipped a beat, all that tension softening with you in her arms.
âAre you enjoying yourself?â she asked, worried that perhaps she was interrupting your happiness.
âI am. This planet is beautiful,â you replied, your fingers tightening around her hand. She couldnât help but wonder if you were thinking about your abandoned companion.
âWe could stay to see the sunrise,â she said, trying to drown out the thought, âthe sky is green and the ocean glows when the sunlight hits it. Itâs one of the most beautiful views in the galaxy. A lot of people come to see it. We should see it.â
âSounds like a wonderful idea, Doctor,â you said. Just like that your eyes were sparkling again. She felt chuffed that she could do that all on her own.
Your thumb brushed over her pulse point. She held her breath, turning her eyes down to you again. You were smiling at her in that way you seemed to only late at night when it was the two of you. It brought to mind images of your curled up under blanket, head resting on her shoulder, soft voice murmuring in her ear. You shifted closer to her, body brushing against hers, thumb brushing against her bare skin again.
âThank you for bringing us here,â you said, your voice growing lower as if you and she were in your own private bubble. Now there was an idea. There was a planet where you could float in a bubble. She was sure youâd love it.
âDoctor?â
Her eyes snapped back to you. You were looking at her from under your eyelashes and you were worrying your lower lip between your teeth again. Suddenly she wished she wasnât on the receiving end of new. You were no longer sparkling. Worry filled her.
âIf you want to go back to your friend, you can do that,â she said, âtheyâre just over there watching us. I think theyâd like to dance with you again. I understand why. Itâs good fun, isnât it? Iâm having a good time. But you should be having fun too. Thatâs very important.â
Her eyes snagged on your companion again. They were watching the two of you like a hawk, looking annoyed. The Doctor was sure that look would disappear if you went back over to them and asked them to dance.
âIâm having fun right now,â you said, catching her attention again, âI always have fun with you.â
âBut maybe youâd have more fun with someone else,â she said.
Your nose scrunched up but now in the way that made her feel warm. Your eyebrows drew together and although your thumb was still brushing against the bare skin of her neck you werenât looking at her with the usual softness, but rather the way you looked at her when she wasnât explaining herself very well.
âWhat?â she asked, âhave I said something wrong again? I keep doing that.â
âNo, itâs justâŠâ Your face smoothed out as you gave her a soft smile, almost conspiratorial, and while she didnât like conspiracies, there was something nice about being in one with you, âDoctor, are you jealous?â
âWhat?â
You were staring at her, that sparkle back in your eye, your entire face lighting up. The way you were looking at her made her want to grin back at you but your accusation was ricocheting around her brain. You were making it impossible to think clearly with your thumb still brushing against her pulse point.
âWell, ever since I starting talking to Daeyis youâve been avoiding me, then you barged over when we started dancing and now youâre suggesting that I might prefer to dance with someone else. I know Iâm not a super genius like you but I can put two and two together,â you said.
âI wasnât avoiding you. Iâd never avoid you,â she said, âyouâre the one who wasnât noticing me all evening.â
âDoctor.â Your voice turned all melty, soft and sweet and she wondered if she could bottle it and save it for later, âI always notice you.â
Her hearts stuttered in her chest and she was worried she was staring at you like a gormless idiot. You ducked your head, a pretty flush climbing up your cheeks as you avoided looking at her. She paused in the dancing, wanting to see your face, wanting to know if the joy coursing through her veins was mirrored in you. Sheâd never wanted anything as desperately as that.
You glanced up, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. She was surprised how intensely she could focus on it, a matching flush rising in her cheeks.
âDoctor,â you said again, but this time like a caress.
Your hand moved from her shoulder, sliding up her neck until you were cupping her cheek. She stilled, frozen under your touch, worried if sheâd move youâd stop. You stepped towards her, so close to her now.
âWere you jealous?â you asked, quiet so only she could hear.
âYes,â she breathed.
Your breath ghosted over her face. You looked determined, just like you usually did before doing something that would impress her. With your joined hands you tugged her forward, pressing your lips to hers.
She hadnât gotten around to kissing in this body yet, but she could still remember how it was done. She pressed her hand against the small of your back until she could feel every part of you against every part of her. You let her hand go, threading it through the hair at the nape of her neck and she didnât know she could feel this lightheaded without someone tampering with her biology.
You nipped at her lower lip and it was like sheâd forgotten any information that wasnât about you. Sheâd forgotten about how good tongues were. Why had she waited this long to kiss you?
Her other hand landed on your hip and she wondered if it was possible to pull you closer. You tugged on her hair and she surprised herself with the noise she made. All your soft curves were pressing against her and she wanted to spend the rest of forever right there, wrapped up in you.
You drew away, just far enough to be able to look at her. Your lips were kiss swollen and your eyes were glazed over. You smiled, looking dazed. She couldnât help it, she kissed you again. You gasped into her mouth and it was like youâd lit a fire within her. Sheâd wasted so much time not kissing you. It was time to make up for it.
âDoctor,â you murmured against her lips.
She kissed you again, single minded in her mission. All her brain was focused on you and the way you responded to her. Your fingers tightened in her hair as her tongue swept into your mouth. Sheâd have to remember that for next time.
You drew back again, blinking your eyes open. She ran her thumb along your swollen bottom lip until you nipped at it. She laughed as you began to giggle, looking so proud of yourself. The warmth in her chest was only growing the longer she watched you. This was a top three view. Definitely.
âI canât believe you were jealous,â you giggled as she began to dance again.
âYou were flirting,â she said, more an accusation, âyou never flirt with anyone.â
âI flirt with you,â you replied, tugging on the end of her hair.
âNo, I would have noticed,â she said, absolutely sure of herself.
You gave her that fond smile she loved so much and shook your head. She paused in the dance again, wondering if now was the right time for another kiss. She hoped so.
âDoctor, Iâve been flirting with you since practically the moment we met,â you said, âthe only person who never noticed was you.â
âNo, I definitely would have noticed. Iâm ace at noticing things,â she said.
âLike me flirting with someone else,â you laughed.
âYes.â She didnât mean to pout but it was hard to get her face to do what she wanted around you.
âHow about we make a deal,â you said, that twinkle back in your eye.
âI love deals,â she said, âIâm brilliant at making deals.â
âAlright then,â you said, taking a step back and holding your hand out to her, âI wonât flirt with anyone but you if you kiss me again.â
She grabbed your hand and pulled you in. She really was brilliant at deals because that one had been a win/win for her. Flirting and kissing. She could get used to that.
#thirteenth doctor x reader#thirteenth doctor imagine#13th doctor x reader#13th doctor imagine#doctor who imgaine
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i wonder if you might do a story on river/13 going to a gay bar in space and they meet a bunch of previous companions/friends there too? (definitely jack for sure!) thanks
Okay first off, I love this prompt!! And itâs perfect for Pride month! I may, however, have taken some liberties and gone a bit bigger than a simple gay bar.... anyway :D I set out to write the gayest thing youâll read all month... I hope Iâve succeeded! Happy Pride!
Invitation With A Kiss
âSo what is this place, Doc?â Graham asked as they made their way to the door of the TARDIS.
âHad an invitation!â The Doctor retorted with a grin double-checking her psychic paper to make sure she had the right place and time.
âWho from?â Yaz asked curiously.
âAh, well, you knowâŠâ The Doctor tried to wave it off but Yaz was quick enough to snatch the psychic paper from her fingers before she could try to hide it.
âSigned with a kiss?â Yaz gaped and a wide grin spread across her features. Finally something to truly wind their friend up with and Ryan smirked as well:
âYou sure you want us to tag along?â
âOh, shut up, itâs not exactly a private party.â The Doctor huffed trying to hide the blush that crept onto her cheeks. Quickly, she opened the door before any of her friends could comment and stepped outside.
âOh wow, I donât think I have words for thisâŠâ Yaz started laughing as she joined the Doctor. They found themselves at the side of a most colourful parade. There were rainbows EVERYWHERE! Balloons, confetti, flags, people were dancing, hugging, kissing, having the time of their lives. âPlease tell me this isâŠâ
âPlanet Pride.â The Doctor grinned and put her hands on her hips as she took in the atmosphere. It was elating. There was a mild breeze that carried music and exotic smells, the sun was blazing down but not unpleasantly and the joy surrounding them was almost palpable. âThink of your 21st century Pride celebrations, multiply it by, I donât know, a whole galaxy celebrating togetherness and inclusivity, and you get the greatest queer party this side of the universe.â The Doctor turned to her friends who were still in awe.
âIsnât this like⊠the future?â Yaz finally found her voice and looked to the Doctor who was surprised to find concern in her eyes: âIs there a need for Pride still? Like I would have thought the issue would long be resolved andâŠâ
âOh it is, donât worry!â The Doctor grinned as she understood what she was getting at. âDoesnât erase the past though. Itâs part of the history of humankind⊠very sad, pointless, stupid part, but history nonetheless. Canât and shouldnât erase history, else you canât learn from past mistakes⊠But letâs face it, Pride is brilliant. By this point itâs just an excuse to have one hell of a party.â She pushed her hands into her pockets and they started walking down the street.
âThis is brilliant.â The Fam quickly found themselves accessorised by strangers, flower garlands and all sorts of amusing party hats were being passed out.
âWhoâs the invite from, then?â Ryan asked as they quickly caught up with the Doctor who was looking around the sea of people, clearly searching for someone.
âMy wife.â The Doctor answered knowing full well that there was no way she could keep it from them. She stopped and gnawed her bottom lip as she scanned the crowd. Where was she? Like she stood a chance of finding her amongst all these peopleâŠ
âYour what now?â Grahamâs face fell and he nearly ran into her.
âWife.â The Doctor retorted matter-of-factly looking back to her friends. âWeâre here to celebrate Pride, remember?â
âYes but⊠youâre married?!â Yaz exclaimed and carried on teasingly: âWho would agree to that?!â
âWell, we have always wondered that at one point or anotherâŠâ A voice sounded behind them and they all whirled around.
âJack!â The Fam exclaimed in unison as Captain Jack Harkness saluted with a grin.
âHello, Doctor.â He scooped the Doctor up in a tight hug who squeaked as the air was pushed from her lungs. âFancy seeing you here! Are you ready for a party?â
âHello Jack.â She managed as she tried to extricate herself from his arms. âBit too much to drink already?â Jack ignored her comment and turned to the Fam, extending his arms.
âRyan. Yaz. ⊠Graham.â He winked at Graham who blushed a little. Jackâs flirting was not lost on him or anyone else for that matter. âMissed me?â He grinned. âDid you come here to see me?â
âWhile I knew youâd be here, no, not exactly.â The Doctor retorted, trying to let him down gently.
âWell, thatâs just as well.â Jack huffed, trying not to look too offended. âIâm here with a Doctor of my own anyway. Though I seem to have lost him⊠and Donna just keeps trying to pass me drink after drink soâŠâ
âYouâre here with me? And Donna?â The Doctorâs eyes widened in shock.
âThereâs another version of you here?â Yaz asked, utterly confused. The Doctor had told them plenty of times about how she had been a different person before and how Time Lords could regenerate their body, but they had never actually seen proof of it.
âAnd I donât remember it⊠timelines crossingâŠâ The Doctor realised running her hands through her hair nervously. There was potential for disastrous chaos here.
âDoctor?â A voice called and they all looked around. The girl that had called out wasnât looking at them though, she was scanning the crowd and turned to another girl whose hand she was holding. âHe must be here somewhere, thatâs his TARDIS over there.â They were searching for the Doctor too.
âWell, Iâve got a Doctor here if youâre looking for one!â Jack called out without thinking. He didn't know the girls but the look on the Doctorâs face revealed that she did. She was simply too stunned to respond just yet. The girls looked at Jack who waved with a wide grin. âI think you mean to say: Her TARDIS. Times change!â
âBillâŠâ The Doctor finally found her voice again as she stared at her long lost friend. There she was. Brilliant, beautiful Bill Potts. Cyberman no longer, holding on to her girlfriendâs hand and shock painted all over her face as the realisation hit her.
âOh my GOD!â Bill exclaimed, frozen to the spot.
âAnd Heather.â The Doctor was beginning to grin now and hurried over.
âYou have to be joking!â Bill was still in shock, she shook her head to herself as the Doctor came to a halt in front of her with the Fam and Jack following close behind.
âHello Bill!â The Doctor smirked, amused by how her brain was reeling. âWhat? Not even a hug?â She chuckled as Bill was finally pulled from her stupor.
âI really don't think I should hug youâŠâ Bill found her voice at last as she looked her up and down. âCause youâre like⊠dead hot right nowâŠâ She glanced at Heather who just laughed. âBut also, youâre my weird space grandpa! So come here!â She pulled the Doctor in a tight hug laughing.
âFam, this is my friend Bill and her girlfriend Heather.â The Doctor introduced them all.
âLovely to meet you.â Heather smiled. âI have a feeling you will be seeing quite a few familiar faces.â She told the Doctor with a knowing smile.
âYeah, itâll get complicated when you run into yourselfâŠâ Bill grinned, amused at the very prospect of it.
âHeâs here, too?â The Doctorâs face fell. Things were bound to get even more complicated with two of her former regenerations around!
âWell yeah, we were looking for him, lost him somewhere along the wayâŠâ Bill explained. âOh GodâŠâ
âWhat?â The Doctor frowned, alarmed at the dread in her friendâs voice.
âQuickly, hide!â She pulled the Doctor and Heather behind a make-shift beach bar that served all sorts of colourful cocktails. The otherâs mirrored their actions. While they didnât know what was going on, it seemed like the right course of action.
âBill, whatâŠâ The Doctor started to protest but forgot where she was going with it when her eyes fell on two very familiar people, making their way towards the bar.
âI really donât know why you insisted on coming here.â Missy gave a huff as they came within earshot.
âWhy not? Itâs fun.â Clara retorted, amused at the displeasure on the Time Ladyâs face.
âI donât see whatâs so exciting about drawing rainbows on your face and parading around the street.â Missy rather stood out in her almost completely black outfit.
âHumour me.â Clara retorted, who - in her colourful waitress uniform - looked the complete opposite. âIâll make it worth your while.â She looped her arm around Missyâs.
âYou better.â Missy pursed her lips, looking to the girl at her side, then continued to scan the crowd.
âIf you didnât want to come, why did you?â Clara asked and scoffed as Missy paid her little attention and kept looking around: âYouâre hoping the Doctor will be here, arenât you. And here I was thinking you actually wanted to spend time with me.â
âDoctor, who are they?â Yaz whispered to the Doctor, struggling to follow what was going on. Those two women clearly knew her and the Doctor seemed to know them too as all colour had drained from her face.
âDoctor, what do you want to do?â Bill whispered to her but she didnât respond, she was transfixed.
âDonât get me wrong, Clara, dear, I enjoy a booty call as much as the next Time Lady.â Missy smirked, looking back to Clara. âParticularly one where my sweet little plaything is intoxicated on sweet drinks and self righteousness but if I just happen to run into the Doctor and get the opportunity to kill him, that would be a two birds one stone kind of scenario. Particularly if I get to mortally embarrass him by putting you in a rather compromising position first.â Missy ran her fingertips along Claraâs jaw, pushing her head up a little.
âRight, thatâs it!â The Doctor exclaimed. âClara!â She called, marching out of their hiding place.
âHuh?â Clara and Missy looked around confused, annoyed at the moment being so rudely interrupted.
âOh GodâŠâ Bill groaned and they all rushed after the Doctor.
âSorry dear, this is a private conversation, pick a number and Iâll get to you in a sec.â Missy gave a dismissive wave of her hand, refocusing her attention on Clara but the Doctor wouldnât have it.
âMissy, get your hands off her right now!â The Doctor threatened.
âWhoâs this, Doctor?â Yaz asked, hoping for an explanation.
âDoctor?â Missy raised her eyebrows, her lips pulling into a smirk.
âDoctor?â Clara echoed, surprised, excited and embarrassed in equal measures.
âWhat are you doing with her??â The Doctor demanded to know off Clara as she wildly gestured at her nemesis.
âMy my my, isnât this some sight. Finally had the upgrade as well?â Missy ignored the comment as she regarded her childhood friendâs new body. She snaked her arm around Clara and pulled her close to her side.
âMissy!â The Doctor growled. âGet away from her!â
âWhy?â Missy feigned innocence and hurt. âShe asked me here? She wants me here. You could even say she wants me .â She gave a triumphant smirk and the Doctor flushed scarlet with embarrassment and anger.
âClara, is thatâŠâ
âUhhhâŠâ Clara blushed even more deeply than the Doctor herself.
âDoes anyone else feel like they're slightly out of the loop?â Ryan piped up, trying to make sense of the situation in front of them. For whatever reason, the Doctor was interrupting what looked like a perfectly consensual, happy dateâŠ
âThis is the Master.â The Doctor spat angrily. âEarlier version⊠donât let the lipstick fool you, just as deadly.â
âLipstick makes for a wonderful weapon, particularly in the right hands. Just ask your lovely wife.â Missy retorted with a smile. âWhere is she, by the way? Youâre not here single , are you?â She tightened the grip on Clara for emphasis.
âMissy!â Clara slapped the Time Ladyâs shoulder. âCome on, weâre all here to have some fun, canât we just do that.â
âI can have fun with you anywhere I like.â Missy smirked, moving her hand lower to the hem of her skirt, just enough to make the Doctor nearly lose it. âFine. Alright.â She let go of her. âBe a good little puppy now and fetch me a drink then.â She smirked at the Doctor who balled her hands to tight fits, looking like she was about to burst. Missy laying her hands on one of her friends like that was just too much.
âAnyone else for a cocktail?â Clara turned back to the group, hoping to move to conversation along to where she wouldnât be mortally embarrassed in front of her best friend.
âIâll help you carry.â Heather volunteered quickly following Clara to the bar.
âSo the Master used to be a woman?â Graham exclaimed at last, when the situation seemed to have defused a little.
âSpoilers.â Missy tutted at him.
âThis is going to get very complicated with everyone here.â The Doctor had to agree. âYou canât reveal anything about anyoneâs future or we could be ripping space and time apart.â
âYes, this is quite the explosive combination.â Missy had to concede as she regarded the Doctorâs entourage. âWhich begs the question, Doctor, what brings you here? Other than the rainbow candy floss?â
âRiver invited me.â The Doctor shot back, almost too quickly, as if to make the point that Missy didnât have one over in her.
âWell, sheâs here somewhereâŠâ Missy smirked, delighting in the fact that she knew something the Doctor didnât. âBusy though, really busyâŠâ
âBusy?â The Doctor frowned. She didnât like the way Missy was saying that but she couldnât help her hearts somersaulting just a little bit at the confirmation that her wife was here somewhere. She would get to see her again. It had been such a long time.
âYour bride dances at numerous weddings, as usual.â Missy hummed just as Clara and Heather returned with colourful cocktails. âThank you dear.â She took a bright red drink that was unsettlingly reminiscent of blood and took the opportunity to press a firm kiss to Claraâs lips. âOh I should start doing this to all your companions, the look on your face!â Missy laughed at the Doctorâs expression. She looked like she was about to throw a punch. âOr, you know, your wife⊠now that would be fun.â
âWatch it!â The Doctor growled threateningly.
âWherever is Professor Song?â Missy hummed in a sing-song voice and sip her drink in delight. Â
âClara!â Everyone looked around as two female voices chanted in unison.
âOh hello!â Clara recognised Vastra and Jenny immediately as they were heading straight towards them.
âMore old friends?â Ryan asked and the Doctorâs face brightened. It was hard to worry about the timeline when it was so nice to see so many of her friends.
âVastra! Jenny!â She grinned at them in greeting and while Jenny frowned, confused, her wifeâs superior senses helped her recognise her immediately.
âDoctor!â The lizard woman looked at her in shock. âNow that makes a change.â She looked her up and down, surprised, but not unpleasantly. Jenny must have noticed the look on her face as she gave Vastraâs arm a playful slap.
âOi! Married!â She reminded her. âHello Doctor.â She carried on cheerfully and gave a wave to everyone else, who, with the exception of Clara, they didnât know yet.
âItâs getting rather crowded, isnât it.â Missy pursed her lips shooting Clara a glance with the intention of getting out of there soon but her companion was more concerned with meeting the Doctorâs other friends, past and present. âOi!â She shot Jack a glare who was just putting his arm around Clara all too familiarly.
âSorry, dear.â Vastra gave her wife an appeasing smile and turned back to the Doctor. âWe didnât expect to see you, Doctor. At least not like this.â
âDonât tell me.â The Doctor groaned, sensing where this was going.
âWe didnât mean to interrupt, we just thought, when we saw Miss Oswald, perhaps sheâd know where the Doctor was, a younger one, that is. Suspenders too, but bow tieâŠâ Vastra explained apologetically. They had lost the Doctor they had arrived with quite a while ago.
âIs that who youâre here with?â The Doctor asked, wincing at the prospect of yet another version of hers running around this place.
âFollowing an invitation from your wife, as I understand it. He didnât want to go alone.â Jenny added.
âWhere is he now?â The Doctor asked, sensing where all this was going.
âThat is a very good question.â Vastra agreed and they all looked around, everyone scanning the crowd for their particular Doctors.
âI already have a very bad feeling about thisâŠâ The Doctor sighed.
âAre you sure you want to find your wife?â Missy snickered, highly amused.
âI would if I knew how.â The Doctor huffed, as a cheerful voice carried over from the other side of the cocktail bar:
âThat River Song really is something, isnât she.â Everyone looked around and saw a blonde pulling herself onto a bar stool, setting down a nearly empty glass.
âDonât say it like that.â A second woman, brunette with shoulder length hair, huffed as she climbed onto a stool beside her. The Doctor looked around to her friends, none of whom recognised the two women, with the exception of herself and Missy who pursed her lips with intrigue. Now there were two people she hadn't seen in quite some time.
âLike what?â Helen laughed, twirling the straw of her drink between her fingers.
âLike you admire the womanâŠâ Liv answered, clearly not enjoying the conversation.
âYouâre just jealous.â Helen retorted playfully.
âJealous? Of what? Donât be ridiculous.â Liv shot back a little too quickly.
âThen stop sulking!â Helen grinned. âThe Doctor is having fun, leave him to it. And letâs have some fun too! These cocktails are really goodâŠâ She waved at the bar keep for another.
âAnd really strong, you sure you want another one.â Liv couldnât help but point out.
âMost definitely.â Helen nodded full of enthusiasm and nearly fell off her stool. Perhaps she had had a little bit too much after all. Liv was quick to hold her up. âThank you Liv, youâre the best you know that?â Helen smiled happily and reached out to stroke her friendâs cheek.
âI try.â Liv replied, blushing at the gesture and her friend pulled her forward into a tight hug.
âNo really, you areâŠâ Helen held her tightly, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and Liv didnât know what to do with her hands. She nearly fell off her stool herself but she didnât want to pull back either, so she wrapped her arms around Helenâs shoulders, glad she wouldnât be able to see her blush. Helen was completely oblivious to her discomfort, she just carried on mumbling: âYouâre so kind and clever and brave and⊠so prettyâŠâ
âI think youâve had enough to drinkâŠâ Liv pulled away, momentarily worried for her friendâs state but Helen wouldnât let her go. Instead she grabbed Livâs head and kissed her.
âI had money on that, you know.â Missy smirked as the Doctor just watched, delighted and confused in equal measures. How had she never picked up on this when they were travelling together?
âOh GodâŠâ Helen pulled away when she realised what she was doing. But only after thoroughly snogging her best friendâs face off. She blushed deeply, her intoxication seemingly gone in an instant as sobering reality hit her. Liv blinked overwhelmed still, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest. âSorry, I was just⊠getting carried away andâŠâ Helen stammered, letting go of her but this time it was Liv that wouldnât let go.
âYou can do it again⊠you know in the spirit of⊠or just because you want toâŠâ Liv bit her bottom lip nervously.
âI donât know why I did thatâŠâ Helen carried on stuttering until Livâs words sunk in: âWhat?â
âOh Helen⊠my beautiful, clueless friendâŠâ Liv shook her head and laughed.
âSorry, I have no idea what Iâm doing.â Helen admitted, blushing scarlet.
âI do.â Liv assured her more confidently and leaned in to kiss her again when Helen stopped her.
âLivâŠâ
âWhat?â Livâs heart sank, wondering if Helen had thought better of it but she realised her friend was stopped for another reason. She was looking past her and Liv noticed they had an audience.
âOh, donât stop on my account.â Missy gave a wave of her hand when she realised she had been spotted. Of course, she was the only one Helen Sinclair and Liv Chenka would recognise. âWasnât sure where we were, timelines and all!â
âYou again!â Helen exclaimed and Missy sighed. Why were the Doctorâs friends always so stuck up on the past? So what if she had kidnapped and nearly killed her?
âI was hoping we would bump into you again, now I can finallyâŠâ Liv was about to go for Missy but the Doctor quickly intervened.
âNo, no, no, none of that!â She held Liv back and Missy chuckled.
âCome on, Doctor, if Miss Chenka wasnât to play, that can be arranged.â Her eyes flashed dangerously.
âMissy! Timelines!â The Doctor scolded. The time lines were already all messed up, without anyone losing their life before their time. Missy gave a shrug.
âDoctor?â Liv echoed, looking at the blonde in front of her bewildered. She took a step back, accepting that maybe violence was not the right course of action right now.
âWhile Iâm sure the Doctor is elated to see you two finally stopped doing that silly little I donât know how sheâs feeling about me - but what if she doesnât like me - but sheâs from the past - but sheâs from the future - I canât ruin our friendship dance of yours, sheâd rather like to know where her wife is and you seem to know.â Missy sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
âThe Doctor?â Helen repeated incredulously.
âWowâŠâ Was all Liv could manage staring at the blonde and Helen, gripped by a wave of jealousy, hit her arm:
âLiv!â
âNot to interrupt the happy reunion or whatever but I think your search is over, Doctor.â Jack announced and everyone looked around to where he was pointing.
âShe didnât just invite you, did sheâŠâ Missy chuckled as they watched River push through the crowd accompanied by no less than thirteen Doctors, all of them competing for her attention and affection.
âShe invited all of us, didnât sheâŠâ The Doctor sighed, realising that the same message she had received would have popped up on every other Doctorâs psychic paper as well.
âGo on then, Doctor.â Jack put his arm around her slender shoulders and pulled her along. âBecause if you donât go over there, I might.â He smirked. âProfessor Song!â He called before the Doctor could protest. River looked over to them, grinning, as she recognised Jack.
âCaptain.â She smirked flirtily as she sauntered over, while the other Doctors shot Jack annoyed glances.
âThink this is who you were looking for.â Jack gave the Doctor a shove forward and decided that for once, he should be the wing man instead of going for the prize himself.
âHello River.â The Doctor managed a half smile and her feelings were incredibly conflicting. She was thrilled to see her wife; who looked beautiful in a flowing dress with the sun dancing in her curls. She was jealous that the other Doctorâs got there before her. And most importantly, she was annoyed: How could she have been so irresponsible?! All of space and time could rip apart if they put a foot wrong!
âMy my my, now that makes a change.â River smirked as she only took a moment to realise who she was. She stepped closer, looking her up and down far more obviously would have been necessary. The Doctor blushed and decided to go on the offensive to get herself out of the awkward situation:
âYou know you will have to make them forget!â She pointed to all her other selves. âThis could end so badly!â
âTimelines will do that. Relax, Sweetie. None of you will remember a thing after crossing your own time stream. I canât believe Iâve had to have this conversation fourteen times.â River sighed but the expression on her face indicated that she had no problem repeating herself with her spouses. âNow, less sulking, how about a kiss for your old wife, hm?â She smirked, grabbed the Doctor by the collar of her coat. She pulled her in for a kiss that quickly muted any sort of protest.
Just then, a confetti cannon went off, dousing the group in a rainbow of colours.
âSorry, couldnât help it.â Missy grinned as the Doctorâs friends shot her accusing glances and she hid her sonic umbrella behind her back. âAnyway, I wonder if there are more versions of me aboutâŠâ
The Doctor didnât even notice. She was too occupied kissing her wife to the chorus of jealous calls from several of her past selves. She had missed her so much .
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Coming Back for You
Fandom: Doctor Who Ships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Dan Lewis Rating: General Word Count: 11,681 Other Tags: Episode: Legend of the Sea Devils, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending
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Summary: The Doctor goes down with the Sea Devils-- but Yaz will never give up on her.
(Piece for the 2022 Thasmin Big Bang!)
NOTES: this is my piece for the thasmin big bang! check out the podfic by ari @pro-daydreamer :) it was so much fun to write this with the knowledge that it would be read out loud, it added a really interesting dimension to the writing.
âYaz, you have to go. Get the others out. Iâll keep this in place.â The Doctor was jamming two cables together, looking from them to Yaz, her hair flying everywhere.
Yaz stared at her. âWhat?â
The Doctor jerked her head towards the door. Her eyes were wide with urgency. âGo! Iâll be fine.â
âNo, you wonât!â Yaz looked around wildly. âIâm not leaving you.â
âYaz.â The Doctorâs voice was low and serious. âYouâre the only one who can pilot the TARDIS. If you donât go now, Dan and Ji-Hun will never get back home.â And then she faltered, her voice breaking as she spoke. âI need to know youâre safe.â
Yaz held the Doctorâs gaze. The Doctor could see the moment understanding set in.Â
âFine,â she said. âBut Iâm coming back for you.â
âYazââ The Doctor cut off. There were so many things she wanted to say to Yaz, and none of them were small enough to be put into words. Butâ she and Yaz were likely never going to see each other again.Â
The Doctor had nothing left to lose.
She leaned forward, teetering awkwardly over the cables, and pressed a swift, desperate kiss to Yazâs lips. Yaz stumbled back, staring in shock, and the Doctor jerked her head towards the door again. âGo. You donât have much time.â
âI will come back for you,â Yaz promised. And then she was gone, out the door, leaving the Doctor alone at the bottom of the ship, her eyes screwed shut, Yazâs sweet-smelling breath still on her lips as she watched her death approach.
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Yaz burst into the room with the TARDIS. It was still there, lying on its side in the dark little room. The ship lurched, and Yaz scrambled, launching herself towards the TARDIS. She clambered through the doors, falling to the TARDIS floor as the TARDISâs interior gravity kicked in. Only slightly disoriented, she picked herself up, looking around. She breathed a sigh of relief: everyone was there. Dan. Ji-Hun. Madam Ching. Ying Ki.Â
âThanks,â she said to Dan.
âGlad youâre okay.â His eyes darted to the space behind her. âWhereâs the Doctor?â
Yaz shook her head. âNo time. Weâve got to get out of here.â She ran to the console. There was an emergency sequence the Doctor had shown herâ with three quick jabs at a big red button and a quick flip of a lever, the TARDIS began to move.Â
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Time exploded in the Doctorâs mind. Pastpresentfuture all converged. And she, at the center of the blast, was still.
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Yaz managed to keep herself steady long enough to get everyone home without a hitch, keeping a friendly smile on her face as she dropped off Madame Ching, Ying Ki, and Ji-Hun in their respective time periods. The Doctor had taught her well: even with just the ten percent of her brain that hadnât shut down the second the Doctor had kissed her and told her to go, she was still able to go through the motions of piloting the TARDIS, darting around the console and saying cheery good-byes.Â
Just like the Doctor would have.
She kept it up all the way until she landed in Liverpool, 2022. Finally, with just Dan to witness, she deflated, clutching at the console for support as the fight went out of her body.
The Doctor was gone.
Dead, probably, although Yaz wasnât sure the Doctor could die.
Yaz took a deep breath. If the Doctor could die, she was probably dead. Butâ if there was any chance the Doctor couldnât dieâ or if there was any chance she hadnât diedâ well, then, she would be needing a rescue.
Her thoughts raced. In the space of a second, she was already coming up with a million different plans, different ways to get the Doctor back. Until, somewhere in her haze, she was aware of a hand on her shoulder.Â
Right. Dan was still here.
âYou all right?â he asked.
Yaz turned to face him. The words Iâm fine were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldnât say them: not to Dan, not after everything that had happened. She shook her head, opening her mouth in an attempt at speech. Nothing came out.
Dan understood, though. He always did. He knew Yaz better than she knew herself, at this point. He swept her into a hug, surrounding her in his friendly warmth, and she fell into it, finally letting herself cry big, ugly sobs into the shoulder of his pirate outfit.
They stood there for a long time, in the center of the console room, Yaz falling apart, Dan holding her together. It felt like hours before Yazâs tears began to subside. She stepped back, wiping at her eyes.
âSorry,â she said weakly.
âNothing to be sorry for,â Dan said, his hands still on Yazâs shoulders. He was looking at her with pride spilling out of his eyes. âYou did brilliantly back there.â
Yaz managed a teary smile.
âWhat happened?â Dan added. âI mean, with the Doctorââ
âSheââ Yaz swallowed. âShe had to stay back. To save Earth.â She lifted her chin, her jaw set. âAnd Iâve got to find her.â
âYazââ
Yaz shook her head, fixing her gaze on Danâs. âIf thereâs any chance sheâs still alive,â she said, âIâve got to go back for her.â
Dan sighed. âI worry about you, you know. You put so much of yourself into her.â
âIââ Yaz faltered, tears forming at the edges of her eyes. âDan, Iâve got to.â
âI know.â Dan was giving her that look he always gave her, the kind eyes heâd turned on her so many times over the past few years. âAnd if youâre going to go running after her, Iâm coming with you.â
Yaz glanced at the TARDIS doors. âYour home is right out there. Youâre sure you want to leave again?âÂ
âWeâve got a time machine,â Dan replied. âHome will be here whenever.â He nodded his head towards Yaz. âYouâre the one Iâm worried about right now.âÂ
Yaz hesitated, hovering in the space between responsible loneliness and reckless companionship. She was starting to understand the Doctor from a whole new point of view.Â
âAll right, then,â she finally said. âGlad to have you on board.âÂ
Dan gave her a lazy mock-salute. âWhere to first, Captain?â
Yaz turned to the console, gesturing as she spoke. âIâll have to find the coordinates for where we were last. And we ought to be careful about when we show up. We want to time it so weâre just after the explosion, but not so early we cross our own timeline. Donât want to mess with that.âÂ
She reached for the controls. If they started now, they could get to the Doctor byâ well, time was a nebulous concept, inside the TARDIS, but they could get to her soon. Probably. But the second Yaz touched the metal of the console, Dan tapped her shoulder again. Yaz turned around, pushing down a flare of irritation.
âYaz,â he said. âWhenâs the last time you slept?â
Yaz blinked. âWhat?â
âI think weâve got time for a rest,â Dan said.Â
Yaz stared at the TARDIS console, the Doctorâs last words playing in her mind on repeat. âI donât know if I can rest,â she said.
âYouâll be no good to the Doctor if you collapse of exhaustion,â Dan chided. âCome on, Yaz, we can find the right moment tomorrow just the same as we can today.â
For a long moment, Yaz didnât say anything. She just looked from the console to Dan, feeling increasingly helpless.Â
But she was tired.
âYeah,â she finally said. âFine. Iâll take a rest.â The minute she said it, the full weight of her exhaustion hit her, dragging at her limbs. She took a step, and her head spun: the last few days were catching up to her.Â
Fortunately, Dan was there. Dan was always there, a steady presence in Yazâs worst moments, lending her a little bit of strength, a little bit of warmth, and now was no exception. Before Yaz could take another step (or fall trying), he came up next to her and tugged one of her arms around his shoulder, letting her lean on him as they walked into the TARDIS corridor.
âWhy arenât you more tired?â Yaz asked. âYouâve had the same few days I have.â
âYou and I both know thatâs not true. No one Iâve been pining after for seven years just got stuck at the bottom of the ocean.â
Yaz breathed out a laugh. âMaybe not.âÂ
âAnyway,â Dan added, âIâm plenty tired. Just not to the wobbly-when-I-walk stage yet.â
âGuess maybe I have been running pretty ragged.â
Dan chortled. âYou donât say?â
They came to the door of Yazâs room. It slid open, and Yaz stumbled away from Dan.
âNight, Scouse,â she said, her eyes watering with the effort of keeping them open.
âNight, Sheffield.âÂ
Yaz hovered by the open door. Dan waited.Â
âI just wanted to say,â she said, her fingers twisting together. âThanks for being there.â
âAnytime, Sheffield.â Dan smiled. âGood night.â
âNight.â Yaz held his eyes for another moment before she backed away, falling towards her bed. The door to her room slid shut, and then she was alone, nothing but the faint gurgles of the TARDIS to keep her company.Â
She collapsed onto her bed, not even bothering to change out of her long skirt. She was sure, despite all her exhaustion, that she would lie awake for hours, worrying about the Doctor, but she was wrong: the second her head hit the pillow, she felt herself start to slip away.
The last thing in her mind was the Doctorâs lips, burning on hers, a too-quick kiss in the depths of a doomed ship.
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Was she regenerating? The Doctor couldnât tell. She hurt, all over: every cell, every part of her self.
And she was stuck. She couldnât move, in time or in space. If she was regenerating, she would never finish. The ship was in smithereens around her, fragments of wood hovering in midair: she would regenerate, if she got out of this moment: sheâd drown before she could reach the oceanâs surface, and then, in the vulnerable moments immediately after, she would drown again.
There was no hope for her.Â
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Yaz only slept a couple hours before all the stress and worry boiled over in her chest and woke her up. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, feeling decidedly unrested. But anxiety was grinding away in her bones, overriding her exhaustion entirely, and besidesâ she had work to do.
She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and got up, changing into dark jeans and a blue-and-red striped blouse. She pulled her favorite brown leather jacket on over it, and then she went out into the corridors.Â
It was strange, being in the TARDIS without the Doctor. It wasnât uncomfortable, reallyâ Yaz had long since begun to consider the TARDIS a home, Doctor or noâ but it was empty. Lacking. Yaz often wandered the corridors alone, usually when she couldnât sleep, but it felt different knowing the Doctor wasnât there to jump out at her as she turned a corner, wouldnât be hanging out by happenstance in the swimming pool or the library.Â
Still, Yaz wasnât wandering for long. She found the console room quickly and took up her position at the controls. She had a lot of work to do: sheâd been too busy getting the TARDIS off the Sea Devil ship to take note of its coordinates in time and space, and she was still a little shaky on the TARDISâs âhistoryâ function.Â
The real problem was that she didnât have a telepathic connection to the TARDIS, like the Doctor did: she had to rely on manual controls and her own memory and basic instincts. It had made it hard, at the beginning, for the Doctor to explain the controls. Eventually, sheâd had to sever her own telepathic connection to force herself to remember what each individual button and lever did, and in that way she and Yaz had learned together, laughing when they opened the doors to wildly incorrect places, fumbling to hit six buttons at once.Â
But now the Doctor was gone, and it was just Yaz, who didnât even have the memory of a telepathic connection, who had no choice but to fiddle with dials until she got the right one. She felt the Doctorâs absence keenly, a ghost at her side. She could pilot the TARDIS alone: she knew she could. It was just that⊠she didnât want to. She wanted to feel the Doctorâs body heat next to her, wanted the Doctorâs chipper voice dancing through the air.Â
She wanted the Doctor.Â
She closed her eyes. Took a deep breath. The Doctor wasnât thereâ it was all up to Yaz.
Years ago, she wouldâve asked herself what the Doctor would do. She wouldâve written it on her palm, a constant reminder. But four years away had changed her, given her her own strategies, given her the confidence to stop asking what the Doctor would do and instead do what Yaz would do.Â
Today, she decided, Yaz would overcome the overwhelming urge to collapse on the floor in tears, and sheâd try a set of coordinates, and if those were wrong sheâd try another, and sheâd keep doing that until she found the Doctor. Yaz would persevere, no matter what, because sheâd spent too long missing the Doctor to ever accept her absence.Â
So she set some coordinates. Threw a lever. The TARDIS began its whir. Yaz hit the buttons for the oxygen bubble and the aquashield, made sure to set the shipâs internal pressure, fiddled with the stabilizers.Â
The TARDISâs wheezing died down, and Yaz stepped to the door, steeling herself for what she would find. She hoped, desperately, that it would be the Doctor, butâ
Nothing. Just the ocean floor. It was just as breathtaking as the last time Yaz had been here, but she felt none of the thrill or awe sheâd felt then.Â
It wasnât the same, after all, without the Doctor.Â
Yaz closed the doors and went back to the console, plugging in another set of coordinates. Same time, different place. She ran back out to the doors, hoping against hopeâ andâÂ
Nothing.
She didnât linger this time. She just went right back to the console and tried again. This time, she barely poked her head out the doors long enough to see what she wasnât seeing. She ran back to the console and tried againâ and againâ and againâ running back and forth across the console room.
Until finally, on what had to have been her fiftieth attempt, she stared out at an abyss of blue as all the fight went out of her. She fell to the ground, her head slumped against the doorframe, staring blankly out at reefs and fish and seaweed. She reached out a hand. An electric tingle tickled her skin as it passed through the shields, and then she felt the cold weight of the ocean water. She moved her hand back and forth through the water, her mind blank. A red fish came up to her hand, bumping its forehead against her palm, and Yaz almost managed a smile. She pulled her hand back in. It was completely dry: the aquashield was doing its job.
Her eyes slipped closed. She couldnât stop thinking about being in much the same position with the Doctor: standing under the ocean, the mix of confusion and painful, breathless hope, on the threshold of acknowledgment.
There were footsteps behind her.Â
âHiya,â Yaz said. She opened her eyes, but she didnât turn around.
âNice view.â Danâs voice came from just behind her: if she looked up, she was sure sheâd see him looming over her. And then he dropped down next to her, cross-legged in the doorway. âYou all right there, Sheffield?â
âWhat do you think?â Yaz said, and winced at the sharp edge that had appeared, unbidden, in her tone.
Dan understood, though. He knew her too well not to. âWe were in Liverpool, last I checked. Either Liverpool looks very different now, orââ
âI was looking for the shipwreck,â Yaz said. âI know itâs here somewhere. I just canât remember the coordinates.â She shook her head. âI shouldâve been paying more attention.â
âYou had a lot going on, back there,â Dan said mildly.Â
Yaz sighed. âI guess so.â
âYou never did tell me, you know,â Dan said. âWhat the Doctor said to you.â
âYou never told me what you said to her,â Yaz replied. Again, it came out sharper than intendedâ and again, Dan brushed it off.Â
âAll I said was that you liked her,â Dan said. âShe tried to tell me she didnât know what I was talking about, and I told her she definitely did, even if she was lying about it.â
Yaz managed half a laugh, shaking her head at the ocean in front of her. âYeah,â she said. âThat sounds about right.â She paused. âYesterday, with the Sea Devilsâ she kept flirting with me. It was proper weird. Like, it was definitely different to how she talks to me normally.â She sighed. âAnd then she said she doesnât date, but if she were going to, itâd be me.â
âThatâs a step,â Dan said.
âYeah.â Yaz still felt empty inside. âBut it wasââ She let out her air in a long sigh, tilting her head back. âA lot, all at once.â She took another deep breath. âAnd thereâs more.â
She could feel Danâs eyes on her. âYeah?â
âYeah.â Yazâs own eyes were fixed on the scene in front of her, following fish as they swam across her field of vision. She didnât think she could bear Danâs kind eyes right now: he always saw her, all of her, and she wasnât sure she could handle that. âThere were these wires, yeah? The whole ship was about to explode, and she had to stay to hold them together. Iââ Her voice broke. âI didnât want to leave her again. I almost didnât. But sheâ she reminded me that if I didnât go, you and the others would never get back home. And thenââ Yaz choked on the words. âDan, sheâ she kissed me.â
Danâs reaction was immediate. Yaz felt him shift, angle his body towards her, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw his mouth open, wide eyes fixed on her. âNo way.â
Yaz nodded. She watched a blue fish make its way over to the reef. âAnd then she told me to go.â
âWow.â Dan bumped his shoulder against hers. âBig day.â
âSo Iâve got to get her back.â It was almost a whisper. âI told her Iâd come back for her. What happened to the ship, itâ the Doctor said it would make that spot the densest place on Earth, and no one would leave for a very long time. And that impliesââ
âThey could leave eventually,â Dan finished, sudden understanding coloring his tone.Â
âExactly.â Yaz took a deep breath. âBut Iâve tried so many coordinates, and theyâve all been totally empty.â
There was a momentâs pause.
âHang on a second, though,â Dan said. âIf she made it the densest place on Earthâ isnât that the sort of thing the TARDIS could track?â
Yaz finally turned to look at him. âHow do you mean?â
âI donât know,â Dan said, shrugging. âYouâre the one who knows how to pilot this thing. I just know that back thereââ he jerked his head towards the consoleâ âthere are millions of little devices and sensors, and Iâll bet anything one of them could trace your shipwreck.â
âI donât know what they all do,â Yaz said. âThe Doctor was teaching me, butââ She spread her hands, helpless.
Dan nudged her. âNow, I know youâre more resourceful than that. Didnât you get us around the world three times over?â
âI donât know,â Yaz said. âThe TARDIS isnât exactly easy to read.â She sighed. âBut I suppose Iâve got to try.â She pushed herself to her feet, holding out a hand for Dan. Already, her mask was coming upâ her competent and good-natured captainâs persona, the one that had gotten her across oceans and over mountains. âYou ready to help, Scouse?â
âAbout time I earned my keep around here,â Dan joked.
Yaz walked over to the console, Dan at her heels. She was moving a little more slowly now: less frantic, more methodical. She inspected the controls, trying to remember everything the Doctor had ever told her about the TARDIS: the offhand comments on the way out the door, the instruments sheâd checked every now and then. Why hadnât she been paying closer attention?Â
âWish this thing had a manual I could look up,â Yaz said.Â
âIt doesnât have one?â Dan asked.
Yaz shook her head. âI asked the Doctor once. She said she threw it out.â
Dan barked out a laugh. ââCourse she did.â
âI know, right?â Yaz shook her head. âIâve got some notes, but only the things she showed me. Nothing like a full manual.â
âTo be fair,â Dan said, âa manual for this thingâs got to be huge.â
âWouldnât that just make it harder to throw out?â Yaz sighed. âI guess Iâll have to find my notes. Thereâs plenty I mightâve forgotten, with four years away.â She stared up at the ceiling, the shining, impenetrable chrome. âWish I could communicate with it properly.â
âHow dâyou mean?âÂ
Yaz looked at him. Theyâd spent so much time together in the past that she forgot, sometimes, how little he really knew of the Doctor or the TARDIS.
âItâs telepathic,â she said. âThe Doctorâs got a telepathic link to it.â
âNo.â Dan raised his eyebrows, staring open-mouthed at Yaz.
Yaz nodded.
âReally?â He shook his head. âJust when I think Iâve gotten used to being on a bigger-on-the-inside seemingly infinite timeship, I find out itâs also got telepathy.â
Yaz laughed. Thank goodness for Dan, reallyâ he always managed to bring good humor to even the direst of situations. Just when she was sure there was nothing left in the universe to be happy about, Dan would remind her that lifeâs simple joys were still available: laughter. Friendship. Warmth, although that one was often only there in the metaphorical sense.
âShe told me, right when she started teaching me to fly it,â Yaz said, âthat TARDISes are grown, not made. This shipâ I know I sound daft. But itâs alive.â She trailed an affectionate hand over the console before sheâd thought twice about it.Â
âNow you mention it,â Dan said, âthere is a sort of personality to it. I could swear some of these gurgles are laughing at us.â
âProbably.â Yaz shrugged. âI would think it was funny, too, if I were thousands of years old and could see all of time and space and suddenly a couple humans started trying to tell me where to go.â
âPoint taken.â
âOn the other hand,â Yaz added, âthe Doctor and the TARDISâ theyâre sort of inseparable. Which is another reason we have to find her.â She patted the console. âWould be cruel, to keep the TARDIS and the Doctor apart.â
There was an emphatic gurgle from the TARDIS. Yaz looked up again.Â
âDonât worry,â she said, quiet, intense. âWeâll get her back.â
The lights flashed blue.
âCome on, Dan,â Yaz said. âLetâs go find my notes.â
â
But then again, the Doctor thought, there was always hope.
Wasnât there?
It was hard to see, through the pain. Hard to even imagine.
Butâ somewhere in the Doctorâs mind, somewhere deep in the fog, there it was.
The TARDIS. Yazâs last words.Â
I will come back for you.
The Doctor had never been one for prayer. What was a god, after all, to someone whoâd been alive thousands of years, whoâd seen the birth of stars, whoâd seen planets form and fall apart?Â
But nowâ
Now she prayed.
â
Yazâs notes were all in her room, filed in a neat red binder, still lying open on her desk. She hadnât studied it in four years nowâ the instincts had stuck with her, and anything she didnât remember was likely obscure and seldom-used.
Which, of course, was exactly what she needed right now.
She tucked the binder under her arm and joined Dan in the doorway. Together, they set off through the corridors again until they reached the console room. Yaz propped the binder up against the biscuit dispenserâ the one mechanism she was absolutely sure had nothing to do with a successful landing.Â
âRight,â she said. âTracking the shipwreck. Densest thing on Earth.â She took a deep breath. âI can do this.â
âYou definitely can.â Dan flipped open the binder, staring at the first page of notesâ a labeled diagram of the TARDIS console, drawn by the Doctor, labeled by Yaz. âIf you can understandâ any of this.â
âItâs not so hard,â Yaz said. âNot once you get the hang of it.â She glanced at Dan. âIâd offer to teach you, but I donât know if the Doctor would like it.â
âNah, thatâs all right,â Dan said, stepping back. âToo much responsibility.â
Yaz shrugged. âSuit yourself.â She turned to the next page of notes. Most of the early ones were just the basics: page one explained, in detail, how to get back to Sheffield, and after that were explanations of each instrument used in takeoff and landingâ just the bare bones of what a novice pilot would need. Yaz had memorized all of it years agoâ she didnât need it now.
She kept flipping through. Words jumped out at her, some written in the Doctorâs slanted handwriting, some written by her 21-year-old self: âtemporal fission,â âprobability factor,â âinterior warp shield.âÂ
None of it was what she was looking for, though. She scoured each page, searching for something: some sensor, some tool she could use. Until finallyâ
Her head snapped up. âIâve got it.â
Dan raised his eyebrows.
âIt might still take a while,â she warned. She was already circling the console, her focus entirely on the controls. âIâm going to set it to drift. If I do it right, weâll move through time and space, and Iâll be able to program it to scan for the shipwreck.â She paused, looking back at Dan. âAnd if I donât do it right, weâll be drifting for no reason, butââ She shrugged. âCould be worse.â
Dan nodded. âYouâll do it right,â he said.
âI hope so.â Yaz pressed her lips together, trying not to think about what would happen if she didnât. Sure, she wouldnât get hurtâ but the Doctor would still be trapped below the oceanâs surface, stuck without hope. The one thing Yaz never wanted her to be.Â
She returned to her work, programming the sensors, setting a range of dates. It was lucky density was an easy thing to scan for: Yaz didnât know what she wouldâve done if sheâd needed to find Artron energy or evidence of temporal displacement. Finally, she had it all set up, and she let her hand hover over the final lever. She caught Danâs eye.
âReady?â she asked.
âIâm always ready,â he said, puffing out his chest.
Yaz almost laughed.
âAll right, then,â she said. âBon voyage.â And with a decisive push, the lever went down, and the TARDIS began its whirring. The trademark wheeze was quiet now, in the background, and it didnât end after a few seconds: it continued on.
âWeâre traveling now,â Yaz said to Dan. âIâve set it to alert us if it finds anything.â
âOkay,â Dan said. âSo⊠what do we do now?â
A sigh pushed through Yazâs throat, and she shook her head. âNothing to do but wait,â she said. âNo telling how long itâll take.â She paused. ââCourse, we can always stop partway, if you want to go home or anything.â
âNah,â Dan said. He rested a warm hand on Yazâs shoulder. âI told you. Someoneâs got to make sure youâre not worrying yourself to death.â
Yaz breathed out half a smile. âThanks,â she said. âYouâre a good mate.âÂ
âOh, you know.â Dan smiled down at her. âI do what I can.âÂ
Yaz turned, collapsing into him. He wrapped his arms around her in a solid and reassuring hugâ and they stayed like that, standing together in the empty TARDIS, for a long time.
â
Something was different. It was in the airâ in time. Even suspended like this, even at the bottom of the ocean, the Doctor could feel it all: the turn of the Earth, the stars spinning above. Time, positioned around her, threatening to close in.
And there had been a shift. Something was interferingâ the fabric of time was changing, ever so slightly. If sheâd had breath, it would have caught in her throat, trapped in the place between hope and despair.
Very few things could manipulate time like that.
Butâ the Doctor remembered, again, Yazâs last words. And she hoped, desperately she hoped, that what she was sensingâ
She could barely allow herself the thought. Optimism did not come as naturally to her as she liked to pretend.Â
But all her faith, if there was any to be hadâ it was all in Yaz. Yaz, and the TARDIS, and the tiniest of shifts in the fabric of time.
â
Hours passed, and then days. Yaz tried to pretend everything was normalâ she and the Doctor had spent multiple consecutive days on the TARDIS before, on the few occasions Yaz had begged for a rest. Yaz tried to convince herself this was just like thatâ she was relaxing, and the Doctor was around the corner, or in her study, or banging around in the console room.
It wasnât like that, of course.
Yaz couldnât relax, for one thing. She tried to distract herself, mostly by showing Dan around the TARDISâ the library, the swimming pool, the game room. They explored together, sometimes coming across a room Yaz had never seen beforeâ the high ropes course, for example, was newâ and sometimes stumbling upon her old favorites, like the gardens where she and Graham used to have picnics sometimes. Dan took it all in with the appropriate awe, and Yaz got as much enjoyment as she could, under the circumstances, from seeing the familiar magic through Danâs eyes.
But then, every night, Dan would go to bed, and Yaz wouldn't be able to sleep. She reverted to her old habits: wandering the corridors, staying up in the console room, studying her notes and drawing up plans she knew sheâd never put to use.Â
She started playing the Doctorâs hologram again, too, the one sheâd half worn out back in the 20th century. The metal of the projector was scratched and tarnished by now, but the Doctorâs image still came through, fizzy and tinged with golden yellow. Most of it was no longer relevantâ the Flux was history, and Yaz no longer had any need to travel the world for signs of itâ but she had never been watching the hologram to remember her mission. No, it was always for the look in the Doctorâs eyes as she said the words Yaz had never expected to hear.
Iâm sure I miss you.
âI miss you too,â Yaz still murmured, every time she heard it. She did: she missed the Doctor like a hole in her chest. It ached, it burned. The hologram would end, the Doctorâs image hovering frozen a few feet away, and Yaz would close her eyes, imagining the Doctor next to her, the ghost of a kissâ it was unbearable, getting the Doctor back just to lose her two days later. Unbearable, having the hole in her chest sealed up, finally healed, only for it to be immediately ripped open again, gaping wider than before.Â
Yaz didnât know how long she and Dan spent in the TARDIS, waiting. Sheâd stopped counting the days: it all blurred together, morning after evening, meal after meal mechanically made and eaten. Dan seemed to be seeing the whole thing as a sort of vacationâ which it was, compared to their time in the 1900âs. But even when she was in the swimming pool or the gardens or the spa, Yaz just felt like she was half-asleep, pushing herself through each day, wishing she could do something, anything, other than wait.Â
And then the alarm sounded.
Yaz was asleep, until she wasnât: the shrill shriek was echoing off the walls, forcing itself into her ears, startling her awake. She jumped out of bed, stopping only long enough to pull on a pair of jeans before running to the console room. The alarm was still going off, bright lights flashing, and Yaz hurried to the console, turning them off, checking the monitor. It displayed a cube, floating in the screenâs blackness, rotating in space: this, Yaz knew, was the map of the area theyâd been scanning, in both space and time. In the middle of the cube, there was a dot, labeled with Gallifreyan Yaz didn't need a translation for. You are here.Â
There were footsteps from the console room entrance. Yaz turned her head to see Dan, coming down the stairs in his flannel pajama set, his hair flat on one side, sticking up on the other.Â
âIs this it, then?â he asked.
Yaz nodded, her breath caught in her throat. âI think so.â
Dan broke into a grin. âI knew we could do it.â
âYeah.â Yaz allowed herself just the barest hint of a smileâ but it didnât last. She looked back at the monitor, her brow furrowed. âBut itâs not that easy. Densest place on the planetâ sheâs probably beenâ shrunk down, or something. Weâre going to have to figure out how to get to her.â She hit a few buttons, and a view of the ocean floor outside appeared on one wall, sand and fish and water all dancing through the sunâs rays. Butâ
In the distance, brightly visible between the schools of fish, was a tiny and blinding pinprick of light.Â
âIs that her?â Dan asked.
âItâs got to be,â Yaz said. âHer, and the Sea Devils, and the ship.â She took a deep breath. âWhich means I was right about her being shrunk down. We've got to figure out how to get in there.â She walked around the console, inspecting the controls. âMaybe we can find a way to reverse the physics of it, make everything big again. Except then weâre back to having the Sea Devils to deal with.â
âIâd rather not, if itâs all the same to you,â Dan said.
âYeah,â Yaz said. âMe too.â She closed her eyes, trying to visualize the situation. The ship, trapped in its pocket of densityâ and the TARDIS, capable of going just about anywhere. âThe TARDIS is bigger on the inside,â she said slowly. âWhat if we found a way to make the outside much, much smaller?â
Dan frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
Yaz was already pressing buttons: sheâd spent the last two weeks channeling her nervous energy into in-depth study of the TARDIS, and it was paying off.
âIf Iâm right,â she said, âI can compress the police box outside, and we can get into the wreck.â She glanced at Dan. âThe police box is likeâ itâs like a door into this extra dimension. In theory, can look like anything. Except this one canât, because the thing that changes it is stuck on police box.â She was flipping switches, turning dials. It was a delicate dance, getting the TARDIS to do just what she wanted, and she was still a beginner. Butâ âI think, if I get the settings just right, I can compress it. Make it smaller. And then we can get into the shipwreck and pull out the Doctor.â
âYaz, Iâve got to be honest with you,â Dan said, somewhere to Yazâs right. âNone of this is making any sense.â
Yaz didnât look up from the console. âIâm not sure I get it either,â she said, fiddling with the stabilizers. âHonestly, it might not work. But Iâve got to try.â It was complicatedâ in addition to its density, the shipwreck was frozen in time, so Yaz was trying to break into that frozen moment while shrinking the outside of the TARDIS, and she was trying to do all of it without allowing the Sea Devils to escape. Strictly speaking, she wasnât entirely sure it was possible, but if sheâd learned anything in her last seven years of travels, it was that if she pretended she thought she could do something, she very often could.
âDan, come here,â she said.Â
Dan was at her side in a second.
âCan you hold that button?â Yaz asked, pointing.
ââCourse.â Dan obliged, leaning easily against the console.Â
âGreat.â Yaz twiddled a couple more dials. âAnd this one?â She pointed at another button about a quarter of the way around the console from the first.Â
âNo problem.â Dan took a few steps, stretching both his arms to reach the two buttons.
âThanks.â Yaz looked at the console. âAll right,â she said. âRemember that storm we had in the Atlantic, the one that lasted almost a week?âÂ
ââCourse I do,â Dan said. âTook me the full week to stop falling over all the time. No thanks to you, mind.â
Yaz suppressed a smirkâ she had adjusted quickly to the constantly rolling deck and unexpected shifts in motion, and if she were being honest she would have to admit sheâd been a little smug about it to Dan and Jericho.Â
âYeah, well,â she said, âIâve got a feeling youâre going to need that skill again in a second. Ready?â
âWhat?â
âStay steady!â Yaz leapt from one side of the console to the other, performing a complicated tangle of actions along the way. It was all in the timing, was the thingâ a button here, another button there, exactly three seconds later. Yaz had learned to listen to the TARDIS, get her cues from the lights and sounds around her, and it was starting to come easy as breathing, even a complicated task like this. The floor pitched to the side, like sheâd warned Dan, and she bent her knees, determined not to fall over. A quick glance at Dan told her he was holding his own, braced against the console, still managing to keep his hands on those buttonsâ Yaz gave him a quick, wild grin, and then the floor pitched the other way, and Yaz scrambled around the console, glancing at the monitor, getting everything set up just right.
And thenâ it was just right.
Her stomach fluttered. If all went wellâ if sheâd done everything the way she'd meant toâ
She was about to see the Doctor again.
But there was no time for nerves, no time for sentimentality. There was only time for Yaz to hit the console with a mallet, for the TARDIS to tilt again, and then for Yaz to run up the incline to the doors. She took a breath.
âHereâs hoping I havenât killed us both!â she called back to Dan, amid the sounds of sparks and banging from the console.
She barely heard his responding âWhat?â She was busy with the doors, unlocking, pushing openâÂ
And there she was.
The Doctor.
Still holding the two cables together, light spilling out from where they met. Her eyes were shut, her hair all in her face, unmovingâ she was frozen, Yaz realized. Frozen in time, frozen in the moment.
Well. Yaz would just have to unfreeze her.Â
She reached out.
â
The Doctor was only vaguely aware of what was going on.
Sheâd felt the changes, of course. The TARDIS, coming closer and closer until it was half on top of her. Sheâd felt warm arms around the waist, felt herself unstick as she tumbled, entangled in someone elseâs warmth, onto cold metal, sliding down a slope until the floor moved underneath her, evening out, and she could open her eyes long enough to process that it was Yaz, holding her, her eyes only a few centimeters from the Doctorâs, wide and worried. The Doctor felt a rush ofâ somethingâ
She was too tired to lie to herself. It was love, was what it was, pure and simple: love for Yaz, whoâd commandeered the TARDIS just to get to her. She fell against Yaz, burying her head against a leather-clad shoulder, her arms tightening around a warm and solid waist. For a moment, she felt Yaz pull her closer, cheek pressed against her hair, but thenâ
âDâyou still need me pressing these buttons?âÂ
It was Danâs voice, some part of the Doctorâs addled brain registered. Dan had come too, then.Â
âGood for him,â she mumbled, unable to put up her usual barrier between thoughts and speech.
âI've got to let go,â Yaz said softly, and the arms around the Doctorâs waist loosened, the pressure of Yazâs cheek on her hair gone. Yaz was pulling away, in fact, saying, âDoctor, Iâve still got to get us out of here.â
The Doctor managed a nod, and Yaz stood, going to the console. Slowly, the Doctor got to her feet, wobbling a bit, stumbling towards the consoleâ and then Danâs hand was on her arm.
âLet Yaz do it,â he said. âYou look knackered.â
âThink I am, a bit,â the Doctor said vaguely. She let Dan guide her over to the steps, where she sat down, trying to get her bearings. The TARDISâs telepathic link washed over her, bringing a little bit of vitality with itâ the Doctor never felt like herself without that echo of the TARDIS in the back of her head. It kept her stable, kept her steady, reminded her she was never alone.Â
She let her eyes slip closed for a long moment. She would need to sleep soon, and quite a lot, tooâ technically, no time had passed in that shipwreck, but also technically, that sort of thing was really very taxing for the Doctor, and it came after a very taxing day, which came after a very taxing week, which came afterâ well, the Doctor wasnât exactly one to rest.
She would have to rest soon.
For now, she leaned back against one of the steps and watched Yaz at the console, braid flicking behind her as she piloted them away. She really was beautiful, the Doctor thought, as sheâd thought many times before. But this time, she didnât shove the thought back downâ she wouldnât have had the energy even if their last conversation hadnât bordered on a love confession, even if she hadnât kissed Yaz in a moment of desperation. But it was all out in the open now, more or lessâ Yaz knew how she felt, she knew how Yaz felt, and that kiss, still etched on the Doctorâs lips, meant they wouldn't be able to sidestep the issue.Â
The TARDISâs wheezing started up, and the Doctor felt a tear roll down her cheek. She couldnât help itâ she was so tired, and it was so nice to be back here, to have the TARDIS, and Yaz running around the console, and even Dan sitting next to her, a steady, solid presence.Â
And then the wheezing faded away, and Yaz was there, holding out a hand to help the Doctor up, and the Doctor took it, lurching to her feet. Immediately, Yazâs arm was around her waist, supporting her, and the Doctor sagged against Yazâs side.
âYou all right?â Yaz asked, barely above a whisper.
âJust tired,â the Doctor replied.Â
âRight,â Yaz said. âLetâs get you to bed. Can you get up the stairs?â
The Doctor nodded. Dan got out of the way, and Yaz helped the Doctor up the stairs, every step feeling like a mountain.
âI swear these steps werenât so high before,â the Doctor said, her words slurring with exhaustion.Â
âYou werenât so tired before,â Yaz said, guiding the Doctor onto the top step. âBut weâre up them now, and if the TARDIS knows whatâs good for her, sheâll have moved the bedrooms a little closer to the console room.â
The Doctor managed a smile. âThanks, Yaz.â She waved an arm. âFor all of it.â
âI told you Iâd come and get you, Doctor.â They were moving into the corridor now, Yazâs arm still solid around the Doctorâs waist. âCouldnât just leave you there.â
âYou couldâve,â the Doctor replied. âMaybe even shouldâve. Wouldâve been safer.â
Yaz laughed, a soft, affectionate laugh. âIf I was trying to do the safer thing,â she said, âI never wouldâve come with you to begin with.â She kicked at a big metal door, and it slid open, revealing an unfamiliar bedroomâ full size bed with a dark blue blanket, dark wooden nightstand and desk, wardrobe and dresser in one corner. There was a fuzzy red rug on the ground, the Doctor noticed, and little fairy lights along the top corners of the room, and pictures on the nightstandâ she could just make out one of her and Ryan and Graham in front of the Eiffel tower, and another of Yaz and her sister.Â
So this was what Yazâs room looked like.
âRight,â Yaz said, leading the Doctor over to the bed and letting her go so she could sink down onto the edge of the mattress. âLet's get you out of those clothes.â
â
Yaz had brought the Doctor to her room for one simple reason: she didn't know where the Doctor's room was. She was sure it existed, somewhere on this ship, but she'd never heard the Doctor mention it, never seen the Doctor enter it, and honestly, odds were it was so cluttered as to be unlivable, even if Yaz could find it. Yaz's room was neatly kept, and it was comfortable, and it would be a fine place for the Doctor to rest and recover.Â
So Yaz had brought her there, and now the Doctor was sitting on Yaz's bed, looking⊠a bit worse for the wear, really. She was slumped over, her hair a mess, her face stained by tracks of glistening tears. And she was still wearing that red-and-blue top over obstinately cropped trousers.
âYou all right wearing some of my pajamas?â Yaz asked as she made her way to the wardrobe.
âWhat's wrong with what I've got?â the Doctor asked. All the usual energy was drained from her voice, leaving her sounding bewildered.Â
âNothing,â Yaz said, pulling a hoodie and flannel pajama bottoms out of a drawer. It was the closest she had to something the Doctor might wear normally. âJust thought you might want to be a little more comfortable.âÂ
âOh. Suppose that's all right.â
Yaz brought the bundle of fabric over to the Doctor, who'd started fumbling with the ties that were holding her top shut. Her fingers kept slipping, and without thinking, Yaz reached forward, her deft fingers brushing against the Doctorâs chest as she picked at the ribbons, undoing the knots. She was careful not to let the shirt fall open, careful not to let the moment become any more vulnerable than it already was. She already couldnât look the Doctor in the eyes: she kept herself focused entirely on the bits of black fabric, keeping her breaths as even as she could as she worked them loose. Finally, the last tie dropped, and Yaz stepped back, turning away for privacyâs sake.Â
âCan you get the rest yourself?â she asked.
âThink so,â the Doctor said.
âRight.â Yaz walked over to the other side of the room. She hadnât thought this whole thing throughâ namely, she hadnât thought about where she was going to sleep, if the Doctor slept in her room. Sheâd have to grab her own pajamas and go to one of the libraries, maybe, where the sofas were certainly long and soft enough to make a comfortable bedâ sheâd had worse, after all, back in the 1900âs.
âAll right,â the Doctor said quietly, and Yaz turned around to see her drowning in Yazâs own oversized hoodie. It was just a plain gray hoodie with the name of Yazâs secondary school across the frontâ sheâd gotten it from some school event or another, and now she wore it to sleep when it was cold enough. The trick of the TARDIS, of course, was that it was always exactly the right temperature for whatever you were wearing, so Yaz found herself wearing the hoodie fairly often. But now it was on the Doctor, dwarfing her exhausted face, softening her around the edges, and Yaz smiled, just a little.
âComfy?â she asked.
The Doctor nodded. She took half a breath, but it caught in her throatâ Yaz waited, her own breath similarly stuck.Â
Back by Park Hill, when Yaz was a kid, thereâd been seesaws outside her flat, proper seesaws that would launch you up in the air, and if you got someone about your same size, you could balance it so that both of you were hovering about halfway to the top. It was a tenuous balance: the slightest shift would send one or the other of you shooting up or crashing down. Somehow, this moment reminded Yaz of that. It felt so delicate, so carefulâ and whatever she happened next could shift the balance one way or another, for better or for worse.
Finally, the Doctor took another breath and used it to ask, âAre you going to stay here tonight?â Her voice was more fragile, more exhausted, than Yaz had ever heard. She chewed the inside of her bottom lip, trying to figure out how to respond.
âI donât have to,â she said finally. âIf you want space.â She took a deep breath, steeling her courage. âBut I can. If you want me to.â
The Doctor nodded. There was something distant in her eyesâ she wasnât all there. It was like she was focused on something Yaz couldnât see. âI want you to,â she said. âI wantââ She broke off. Yaz waited another moment, but the Doctor didnât continue.
âKeep your back turned while I change, then,â Yaz said.
The Doctor turned around, and Yaz pulled a long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts out of the dresser. She changed quickly, a little too conscious of the Doctorâs patient presence behind her, and then she sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. The Doctor moved herself to sit next to Yaz, her head dipping low.
âWeâll have to talk tomorrow,â Yaz said. âAboutâ everything.â
âYeah,â the Doctor breathed. âYazâ Iâm sorry.â
âItâsââ Yaz cut off. It wasnât all right, not really. But it would be, maybe. It could be, if she could have a real conversation with the Doctor. âIt doesnât matter right now,â she finally said. âYouâve got to get some sleep. We can deal with everything else tomorrow. Okay?â
The Doctor nodded.Â
âI justâ I didnât want to hurt you,â she said.
âI know,â Yaz said quietly. âDoctor, you canâtâ you canât undo anything thatâs happened. But you can move forward.â She rethought. âWe can move forward. Okay? Itâsââ She floundered, searching for the words. âI still want to be here with you,â she finally said. âAll right? Everything else, we can talk about tomorrow.âÂ
âYeah,â the Doctor said. âOkay.â She nodded, half to herself, and slumped down, curling up on top of the blankets and facing away from Yaz.
âDâyou want to get under the covers?â Yaz asked. She lifted the blankets, tucking her own legs underneath in demonstration.
âOh. Okay.â The Doctor awkwardly pulled the blankets over her body. Her hair fell across her face, and before Yaz could think about it, she brushed it away. In a flash, the Doctorâs hand was wrapped around her wristâ Yaz froze.Â
âDâyou not like that?â she asked.
âNo, Iââ The Doctor tugged at Yazâs wrist. âCome here.â
Gingerly, Yaz laid down all the way. The Doctor let go of her wrist long enough to roll over to face her, her eyes already half-closed. She wrapped an arm around Yazâs waist, and Yaz held completely still, terrified that if she so much as moved, sheâd scare the Doctor away.Â
âI missed you,â the Doctor mumbled.
âYeah,â Yaz whispered. âI missed you too.â
âMaybe we should stop getting lost, after this,â the Doctor added. âStick together, or something.â
Yaz let a smile curve across her face. âYeah,â she said. âIâd like that.â
The Doctor nestled herself closer, and Yaz finally let herself move, wrapping her arm around the Doctor, holding her close, letting her hand filter through the Doctorâs hair. It was funnyâ Yaz had fallen in love with a Doctor who seemed larger than life, beyond human, bigger and better than Yaz could ever hope to be, but tonight the Doctor just seemed like⊠a person, really. A brilliant, wonderful, amazing person, but a person nonetheless, tangible, complicated, vulnerable.Â
And Yaz liked that better. She preferred this new Doctor, the Doctor who looked too small in her hoodie and clung to her at night. There was a novel sort of domesticity to itâ the Doctor Yaz had first fallen for never would have done this, and Yaz always would have longed for it.Â
The Doctorâs breaths were slowing, evening out, but her grip on Yaz didnât loosen. And Yaz didn't want it to. She gathered the Doctor close, her chin resting in the Doctor's hair. Feeling a bit bold, she pressed a soft kiss to the top of the Doctorâs headâ and then she closed her eyes. The adrenaline from earlier was fully out of her system, leaving a dull exhaustion behind, and Yaz succumbed: there was nothing she needed to be awake for now.Â
When she woke up, the Doctor was snoring softly. Her grip on Yaz had loosened, but when Yaz let her fingers drift through her hair, the Doctor moved closer, nestling against Yaz's chest. Yaz closed her eyes. She dozed for a while, drifting in and out of wakefulnessâ every time she woke, she had to remind herself where she was, that not only was she back in the TARDIS, but she was back in the TARDIS with the Doctor, and the Doctor was sleeping in her bed with her, snoring into her T-shirt.Â
Finally, though, Yaz was awake enough that she didn't want to doze anymore. The Doctor was still completely out, her chest slowly rising and falling, hair everywhere, so Yaz carefully extricated herself, shoving her feet into a pair of slippers before stepping out the door and into the hallway. The Doctor would wake up soon, she figured, and when she did, she'd need food.Â
Dan was in the kitchen, sipping a mug of black tea and reading a book. He looked up when Yaz came in.Â
âHow's she doing?â
âAll right.â Yaz moved into the kitchen and started filling the kettleâ the first step to a good breakfast. âShe's asleep now.â
âThat's good,â Dan said. âShe needed it.âÂ
âYeah.â Yaz placed the kettle on the stove and turned on the burner before pulling a skillet out of a cupboard. She'd make eggs. That seemed like a good filling meal for the morning after being pulled out of some kind of temporal prison. She started grabbing things out of the fridge.Â
â
The Doctor woke up to an emptiness next to her. This was entirely usualâalthough generally speaking she woke up on the floor somewhere, or a sofa: wherever she'd finally become so exhausted she couldn't help but sleep. Today she was in a bed, which was unusual. A soft, comfortable bed, with blankets pulled up around her, no less, andâ this was the really unusual partâ there was a warm spot next to her where someone else had been sleeping.Â
Yaz. Yaz had been sleeping here. The Doctor shot straight up. Where was Yaz? A slew of nightmare scenarios hit her, too fast for her usual calm logic to kick in. Yaz could've been captured in the middle of the nightâ could've fallen somewhere and need helpâ could've disappeared entirely, fizzling out like a dream.Â
The Doctor got out of bed. Still on a groggy autopilot, she went out into the corridorâ Yaz wasn't there. The Doctor started walking, her footsteps coming faster and faster until she was on the verge of a run.Â
Sheâd only been running for a minute, though, before her brain caught up with her, reminding her how silly it was to be this worried when she and Yaz had fallen asleep in the TARDIS, arguably the safest place in the universe. Her steps slowed. She pushed her hair out of her face and took a deep breath. Yaz was surely around here somewhere. Surely sheâd just popped out for a walk, or to find a book to read, orâ
The Doctor rounded a corner, and there she was, her hair still in its messy braid from the night before, holding a tray full of breakfast. The Doctor screeched to a halt just short of a collision.
âDoctor,â Yaz said. âI was just on my way back.â
âI thoughtââ The words died on the Doctorâs tongue. âI was wondering where you went.â
Yaz held up the tray. âFigured youâd be hungry when you woke up.â
âOh.â The Doctor swallowed. She really felt silly now. âThat was very thoughtful of you.â Her eyes met Yazâs, and they held each otherâs gaze. The Doctor forced herself not to look away. âI am hungry, as it happens,â she said. âMaybe we can find someplace on the TARDIS to have breakfast? Like a picnic, sort of. Except itâs not outside. Technically.â
âYeah, all right,â Yaz said. There was so much potential in the softness of her smile. âGot a place in mind?â
The Doctor considered, then nodded. âI think so.â
âRight, then,â Yaz said, still smiling. Lead the way.â
â
Yaz followed the Doctor through the corridors, keeping the tray carefully balanced. They stopped along the way to pick up blanketsâ it wasnât a picnic without a blanket, the Doctor said, and loaded her arms with way more than they needed. And then, after another minute or so of walking through the halls, the Doctor stopped at a metal door, completely identical to every otherâ the only thing distinguishing it was a wave shape engraved in the metal roughly at eye level.Â
âThink this is it,â she said. She tapped at the doorframe, and the door slid open. A gray sort of light hit Yaz, and a salty breezeâ the Doctor stepped forward, and Yaz followed. The second she crossed the threshold, sand filled her slippers, and she toed them off.
âDoctor,â she said, halfway to a laugh as she took in the scene before her. âHave you had a beach on the TARDIS this whole time?â
âIâve got loads of things on the TARDIS,â the Doctor said over her shoulder. âForgot this was here, honestly, except I was thinking about how we were supposed to go to a beach, and this popped right into my head.â
It was an impressive scene, even for the TARDIS: the waves lapping against the sand, the rocky shore, the half-clouded sky. Yaz glanced around and saw the door theyâd come through was set into a gray cliff face. It was familiar, a perfect facsimile of the early morning in the sort of place Yazâs family wouldâve gone over the summer holidaysâ she kept reminding herself this was still the TARDIS, even if there were sounds of seagulls in the background.
The Doctor laid out one of her blankets, and Yaz set down the tray before sitting down herself. The Doctor sat next to her.Â
âDid you sleep all right?â Yaz asked, fiddling with the plates.
âBetter than I have in ages,â the Doctor said.
Yaz glanced at her. Her hair was blowing in the breeze, flicking itself around her face. She was still wearing Yazâs hoodie, but she didnât look quite as dwarfed by it now.
Yaz picked up one of the mugs of tea, inspected it, and handed it to the Doctor.
âThis oneâs yours,â she said. She picked up the other oneâ more milk, no sugarâ and took a sip.Â
âThanks,â the Doctor said. She held the mug in both hands, staring out at the waves. For a long moment, neither one of them said anything, both sipping at their tea and not looking at each other.Â
Finally, Yaz tried a question. âHow long were you trapped there?âÂ
âTechnically, no time at all,â the Doctor said. âWas suspended inside a fraction of a second.â She glanced at Yaz. âFelt longer, though. How long did it take you to get to me?â
âFew weeks,â Yaz said. âI forgot to make note of the coordinates. Was too busy getting everyone home.â
âBut they all got home?â the Doctor checked.
âYeah,â Yaz said. âSafe and sound. Even got Dan back to Liverpool, before he insisted on coming with me.â
The Doctor laughed. âHeâs a good one.â
âYeah.â Yaz let out a breath. âHe helped a lot.âÂ
The Doctor nodded, still staring out at the ocean. âThanks,â she said. The word came out barely above a whisper, a fleeting puff of air. âFor rescuing me, I mean. I didnât know if it would be possible.â
âWouldnât have been, if you hadnât shown me how to pilot the TARDIS.â Yaz looked down at the sand, idly etching circles with her free hand. âSo, you know. It was really a team effort.â
She heard the smile in the Doctorâs voice. âGlad youâre on my team, then.â
Yaz smiled back at her. For a moment, her eyes were caught in the Doctorâs, and her breath caught.Â
She snapped her gaze down to the tray. âDâyou want your food?â she asked.
There was a pause. âOh. Right.â The Doctor picked up one of the plates. âBreakfast with Yaz. Brilliant.â
âAnd if you land right, we can even do tea at Yazâs tonight,â Yaz teased.Â
âOi, weâre copilots now,â the Doctor said, her mouth full of egg. âIf we land wrong, itâs at least half your fault.â
âItâs still your ship,â Yaz protested. âIâm not the one with the telepathic link.â
âIf you say so,â the Doctor said. She crammed a sausage into her mouth. âShe likes you, though.âÂ
Yaz shook her head. âStill not the same as being telepathically linked.â
âIf you say so.â
âThink I do, yeah.â  Â
They ate in silence for a little longer, watching the artificial sun grow higher in the sky. Yaz was itching to start a real conversation, something about the kiss, or maybe the talk she was sure the Doctor had had with Dan, or something, but she couldnât figure out how to say it.Â
Finally, though, the Doctor set down her empty plate, leaned back on her hands, and said, âSuppose weâve got a lot to talk about.â
âSuppose so,â Yaz said, eyeing her profile.
âI thought I was going to die,â the Doctor said. She was looking up now, up at the false sky, streaked with the golden reds and pinks of sunrise. âMy last moments, ever. The end of a universe, Yasmin Khan, and I kissed you.â
âYeah,â Yaz said. âYou did.â
The Doctor nodded. âThatâ that means something,â she said. âDoesnât it?â
âIââ Yaz swallowed. âIâd like it to.âÂ
âYeah.â There was a long pause. âIâm notâ historically, I mean, I donât do very well in relationships.â Her words came slowly, carefully. âThey donât⊠work, for me. Or⊠they work too well, sometimes, but the other person dies, and Iâve got to live thousands more years.â She glanced at Yaz. âItâs good when Iâm in them. Lots of pain later.â
âWhat are you saying?â Yaz asked. A lump was rising in her throat. She pushed it back down, desperately hoping her tears wouldn't fall.Â
âIâm not sure,â the Doctor admitted. âI wantââ She shook her head. âI want so much. Too much. I want us to beâ I donât want to be separated from you anymore.â
The tears were just behind Yaz's eyes, waiting for their opportunity to fall. âMe either.â
âItâs just hard,â the Doctor continued. âIâd do anything to protect the people Iâm close to. But I canât seem to stop them from dying, and then Iâm alone again. So I try so hard not to get close, not to get so attached, because they die for me, protecting me, helping me, trying to stay with me.â She glanced at Yaz. âSo if I donât get attached, if I donât let you get attached, itâs safer. âCause Iâm not a stable person to be attached to.â
âIf you didnât want me to be attached,â Yaz said, âyou shouldâve kicked me out the second I said you were the most amazing person Iâd ever met.â
The Doctor managed a weak laugh. âSuppose youâre right about that.â She took a deep breath, the air flowing through her and back out onto the wind. âIt gets hard to deny myself, sometimes.â Tears were running silently down her face, and something in Yaz broke to see it. She slid a little closer to the Doctor, holding out an arm, and the Doctor didn't protest, didn't hesitate. She just fell into Yaz, curling against her chest. Yaz felt hot damp tears against her T-shirt, and she pulled the Doctor closer, stroking her hair, ignoring the tears making their way down her own cheeks.
They sat that way for a while, not saying much. It was a long time before Yazâs thoughts cohered enough to speak.Â
âDoctor,â she said, each word coming slowly, âIâm here now. Even if I disappear tomorrow, Iâm here with you today. Butââ She took a deep breath. âIf youâre going to deny yourself, youâve got to deny yourself everything. Youâve got to send me home.â Her words came out more forcefully than she expected, butâ well, it was about time.
âI donât want to do that,â the Doctor said into Yazâs shirt. âI like having you here. With me.â
âExactly,â Yaz said. She was still stroking the Doctorâs hair, rubbing circles into her back, staring out at the water. âI get it if youâre worried about me getting hurt, Doctor. But if what youâre afraid of is your own painââ She took a deep breath. âIt sounds like it's too late.â
She felt the Doctorâs body go limp in her arms. She waited, and after a moment, the Doctor sat up, pushing hair out of her eyes and looking at Yaz.Â
âYeah,â she breathed. âIt's too late.â
Yaz glanced down and took the Doctor's hand, surrounding it with both of her own.Â
âI can't promise forever,â she said, âbut I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Right now, I'm here.â
âMaybe we can stay in the TARDIS for today?â The Doctorâs eyes were plaintive, her voice so very fragile.Â
âAfter we take Dan home,â Yaz replied. âIf he wants to go home. He might not.âÂ
âWe'll ask,â the Doctor said. âBut other than thatââ
Yaz squeezed her hand. âWe can stay here. Okay?â
âYeah.â The Doctor let her head rest against Yaz's shoulder. âI'm so tired, Yaz.â
âI know.â Yaz turned her head just enough to press her lips to the Doctor's hair. âIt's okay. You can rest.â
âI've got more to tell you,â the Doctor added. âDivision. Gallifrey.â
âWe can take it slow,â Yaz said. âI don't have to hear everything right away.â She paused. âI mean, I want to hear it. Butâ it's not worth you burning out on it.â
The Doctor lifted her head, looking at Yaz. âI will tell you.â
âI know.â Yaz reached up to push a bit of hair behind the Doctorâs ear. She let her hand linger there, just at the top of the  Doctor's neck. âI justâ I don't know. I sort of want a quiet moment.â Her voice was soft. âBefore we have to deal with the big stuff.â
The Doctor closed her eyes. She nodded, taking a shaky breath. âYeah,â she said. âThat sounds nice.â
Yaz smiled. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.â The word was little more than an exhale from tired lungs.Â
The Doctor was looking at Yaz with such a soft, sad smile, and Yaz couldn't stop herself, at this point, from leaning forward, or from letting her hand drift down to cup the Doctor's neck, or from brushing her lips, ever so gently, against the Doctor's. When she pulled away, the Doctor's eyes were closed, her lips parted, with that little dimple in her forehead she got when she was trying to figure something out.Â
âThat all right?â Yaz asked, just to be sure.Â
The Doctor opened her eyes, a smile curling on her lips as her forehead smoothed over. âYasmin Khan,â she breathed. âIt's brilliant.â
It felt like a bright light was expanding in Yaz's chest, lifting her up, widening her smile. She leaned in to kiss the Doctor again, and this time the Doctor kissed her back, slowly, brilliantly.Â
They pulled apart, and the Doctor laid back on the blanket, extending an arm for Yaz. Yaz moved the tray, now laden with empty dishes, and laid down next to the Doctor, resting her head on the Doctor's chest. Right away, there was a hand in her hair, fiddling with her braid, scratching at her scalp. She felt the Doctorâs chest rising and falling underneath her, heard the too-quick double heartbeat. She felt a contented sigh escape her: she'd never let herself even dream of having this moment, and now she had it, and it was better than she could have imagined.Â
âYaz?â the Doctor asked, and Yaz felt the word in the rise and fall of her chest.Â
âYeah?â Yaz was absently fiddling with the fingers on the Doctorâs free hand, her eyes drifting shut every few seconds only to open again.
âI wish we could just stay here,â the Doctor breathed. âForever.â
Yaz smiled. âYeah,â she said. âMe too.â
They both knew they couldn't have forever. But maybe this moment could be enough.Â
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Chapter Two:
Yaz squares her shoulders. She rushed to land the TARDIS here, placing all her faith in her inadequate skills to fly it 106 years into the past and halfway across Earth, but now she has arrived, she hesitates. The Master had complete confidence in his plan. What if she is strolling into the same trap the Doctor succumbed to?
Lifting her chin, she grabs the door handle. She's being ridiculous. The Doctor has never thought twice about walking into danger to save Yaz, so it's about time she returns the favour.
The door creaks as it opens. Yaz pauses to collect herself before stepping into the light, her shoes squeaking on the bone-white marble floor. The Winter Palace has been abandoned, except for two figures lying still on the bottom of glass cages. Yaz glances up at the foreign contraption above their heads; it definitely isn't from this period, but if it's a booby trap, it's unlike any she has ever encountered.
"Yasmin," the Doctor hisses.
Yaz balks at the use of her full name, her gaze snapping to her friend. She's crumpled on the floor, one hand pressed against the glass. "Are you alright? How do I get you out of here?"
She looks up at Yaz, her eyes desperate and crocodile-green in the harsh light. "The Masterâ"
"It's alright," Yaz shushes, her eyes flicking over to the twin container while she rummages around in her jacket pocket for the sonic. "I think he's out cold for now, but we should get you out of here before he wakes up."
"Good plan." The Doctor smiles through the glass, and Yaz matches the expression, despite the circumstances.
Yaz uses the sonic to unlock the door, pulling it open and leaning down to offer the Doctor her hand. Her palm is clammy in Yaz's solid grip as she hauls her to her feet.
"Are you alright?" she asks again, when the Doctor wavers on her feet and has to rest her shoulder on the glass for support. "I know we're in a bit of a rush, but... what did he do to you?"
The Doctor turns so her back is leaning against the cell, burying her face in her hands for a few seconds. She drags them down her face, letting out a deep sigh, before looking over at the Master's unconscious form.
"He tried to force me to regenerate into him," she says, and Yaz has never heard her voice so bitter. "But the Daleks and CyberMasters turned on him â tampered with the machine and left before he could wake up."
"Forced regeneration..." Yaz says, wringing her hands together. The Master wanted to take her Doctor away from her forever, and he would have succeeded if it weren't for two of the most dangerous species in the universe.
"I'm fine," the Doctor says, reaching over to squeeze Yaz's hand. "Just a bit wobbly."
"So the Daleks and Cybermen just... left?"
The Doctor doesn't let go of Yaz's hand. "They despise each other. They're probably competing to see who can take over the planet faster."
"The volcanoes." Yaz licks her cracked lips, trying to finish her thought. It's hard to concentrate with the Doctor's hand in hers.
"Come on," the Doctor says, leading her towards the TARDIS. "Loads to do."
Yaz follows her through the doors without remembering to look back. The way space unfolds behind those unassuming wooden doors never fails to make her heart race. "The Daleks in Bolivia â they were trying to set off the volcano, I think."
"Not just one," the Doctor corrects, dropping Yaz's hand and striding towards the console. "All of them." She hesitates for a second when she spots Yaz's post-it notes, an amused smile creeping onto her lips.
Before Yaz can explain, the TARDIS screen lights up with a yellow-tinged hologram. "This is Inston-Vee Vinder saying if you need my help... I could certainly do with yours."
"Vinder!" Yaz exclaims, stepping closer to the console so she can see his face more clearly. "I didn't think we'd see him again."
The Doctor studies the hologram for a minute before locking the TARDIS onto his coordinates. "Bit of a coincidence. How'd he end up on the Master's Death Star?"
"Let's go ask him," Yaz says, grinning. With Vinder added to the extended fam, the Daleks and Cybermen don't stand a chance.
"Why don't we split up?" the Doctor suggests. "If we pick up Tegan and Ace, then we can tackle both problems at once."
"Good idea." As long as Yaz is paired with the Doctor, she doesn't care what the plan is. "What about the Master? We can't leave him there."
The TARDIS monitor lights up in answer. It takes both of them a few seconds to realise what it is showing them.
"A bunker." The Doctor's voice is grave. "Somewhere safe to store him until we can figure out what to do with him. We can pick him up once we're done."
"He escaped the UNIT one," Yaz says. From the handful of times their paths have crossed, he's proven to be a slippery bugger. "How do you know it will work this time?"
The Doctor's eyes skim over the Gallifreyan on the screen, her face tight. "Because it has worked before."
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JWCC OC Fanfic
Title: Childhood Memories
Setting: Namely in Season 2, a few days before âThe Watering Holeâ but after âThe Art of Chill.â
Day ????: Well, weâve officially finished making our little shelter. ItâsâŠJudging by the Moonâs current position, itâs around 7:45 at night. Yaz finally learned to take it easy on her ankle or in Kenjiâs words, âGive the macho-woman act a rest.â Meanwhile, Brooklynn says that she saw some frozen flowers but I donât see anyâŠshe mustâve wandered off pretty far that time. I really hope someone got that beacon message. - Casey
Casey finally wrote his name in his journal entry and sighed in relief. He looked around to see that Brooklynn just changed out her swimsuit after taking a shower. Casey blushed a tiny bit but Brooklynn didnât really seem to notice. He then heard Sammyâs laugh.
âSammy!â Yasminaâs voice called out.
âSorry, Yaz!â Sammy said to her friend.
âWell, it was a draft of my mom that I was practicing before the whole Indominus attack.â Yasmina smiled and brushed a loose part of her hair by her ear. âI miss herâŠâ
âItâs alright. I bet sheâs a pretty strict one.â Kenji chuckled.
Yasmina glared at him. âIt may seem like that butâŠsheâs actually really nice. We do everything together.â
Brooklynn sighed as she sat down and put her jacket back on. âI wish I had a mom to know what thatâs like. Iâm raised by two dads in London.â
Casey smirked. âWell, thenâŠâ
He then immediately did a English accent impression. âEllo, governor! Whatâs all this then? Top of the morning to ya! Double, double, toil and trouble! Mind the gap!! Beware Jack the Ripper! BLOODY HELL!!! Pip, pip. Cheerio!â
Brooklynn cringed. âDonât ever do that againâŠAnyways, I grew up with two dads and pretty much learned how to fix things like the family radio and car. It was so fun when I became a vlogger at tenâŠâ
She giggled a little. ââŠIt did make me a jerk like what you guys saw in me back when we first got to Camp Cretaceous.â
Casey put a hand on her shoulder. âI didnât see you as a jerk. It sounds like you had a fun childhood.â
âYouâre just saying that âcause youâre three years old than me.â Then, an idea hit Brooklynnâs head. âHow about we all tell childhood memories or secrets?â
âSeems a little personal but letâs do it.â Casey smiled. âYouâre a genius, you know that?â
Brooklynn blushed and played with her hair a little. Kenji smirked and said, âLetâs get to the bottom of Kenji! Iâm a rich boy with a rich dad. I pretty much grew up on Nublar similar to Casey here. It was just my dad and the staffâŠmy mom died when I was twoâŠâ
âOh, KenjâŠIâm sorry.â Brooklynn hugged him.
âBut itâs alright since my dad got me here and I met you guys.â
Darius chuckled and Casey said, âSeems you were living in the fast lane prior to getting stuck on Murder-Dino-Island.â
Yaz chuckled at the name she gave Nublar and Darius said, âOkay. Hereâs my story, not like the one from weeks ago. I was born and raised in North Carolina, I have a brother. BrandâŠMan, he was a complete prankster. There was this time, I jump scared him and pretended to be a raptor. He got back at me for that. I did tell you about my dad back on the monorail back when BenâŠâ
The campers fell silent at the mention of Ben and Casey sighed while looking like he was about to cry. He did hear screams that sounded like Benâs for a few days and Toro has been a bit agitated since the campers scarred him back at the tunnel.
Yasmina cleared her throat. âMaybe we should move on to me. I was born in Spokane, Washington. I did take eight years of diving lessons outside of my running thing. I never really knew my dad and it was just me and my mom. I do remember the day I won my first international meet. I got the gold and then a woman offered me and my mom a sponsorship for Jurassic World. I couldnât say no! And that was when I decided to dedicate my life to sports.â
Casey smiled. âAnd if it werenât for that woman, you wouldnât be here.â
Yaz smirked and laughed. Sammy giggled and then said, âAlright, hereâs my life as a younginâ. Iâm obviously from Texas where I live with my mama, daddy, two sisters, Abuela, and favorite cow, Bessie. When I was around six, Mama taught me how to ride a horse and I kinda fell off and hurt my arm. I was really sad about that and Mama and Daddy healed me. They werenât angry but they did tell me to be more careful.â
âWow. Thatâs a really nice one.â Darius said.
âThanks, Darius.â Sammy chuckled.
âHey, Casey!â Yasmina said. âWhat about your childhood? OUTSIDE the genetics lab.â
âCome to think of it, youâve been pretty silent about Sammyâs family. Also, youâve never really told us anything about your past except that The Fifth Element is your favorite movie.â Brooklynn added.
Casey smiled kindly. âWell, thatâs easy. It all started whenâŠWhenâŠIt all startedâŠIâŠâ
His expression turned into one with concern. âIâŠdonât rememberâŠâ
Sammy nearly choked and the other campers quickly turned to face Casey in shock.
âBro, do you have amnesia or something?â Kenji asked.
âNo! I remember something.â Casey answered. âWhen we fell off the zip lines when the Indominus Rex attacked, my life kinda flashed before my eyes. In the memory, I saw this woman, probably my mother, handing me over to what appeared to be Dr. WuâŠbut anything before that is a blurâŠâ
âOh, gosh! You donât even remember your parents??â Sammy asked.
âN-NoâŠâ Casey stammered. He had lots of questions. âW-W-Where am I from? Whoâs my mom? Who am I?! WHAT AM I?!?!?â
âYouâreâŠadopted!â Kenji answered smugly.
With that, Casey released a loud scream that echoed through the island and probably reached the far end of the Galaxy.
#camp cretaceous oc#jurassic world camp cretaceous#yasmina fadoula#sammy gutierrez#oc x canon#brooklynn jwcc#darius bowman#ben pincus#kenji kon#camp fam#fanfic#questions
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III. 360Ë
Part 1
Part 2
Warnings: Sexual assault
Disclaimer: I write stories and use Harry Styles as a face claim. In no way shape or form does my writing reflect how I perceive the actual Harry to be. These are my characters, the face is just a bonus!
A week later, Eden was getting the hang of her workouts, feeling stronger as the days go by. Yaz was pretty happy with her, telling her that as a beginner, sheâs showing the right amount of progress. Eden even started going to the gym by herself sometimes, outside of her sessions with Yaz. She found the gym to be an amazing stress-reliever from school and other aspects of her life, and made it her mission to go workout whenever she needed it. Sheâd never felt happier with herself than she did after an intense workout.Â
Harry and Luca still entertain her with their banter at the front desk as she waits for Yaz, she almost looks forward to their chats. The day after their almost-kiss, Eden entered the gym feeling a little anxious with what to expect from Harry. As always, she greeted Luca and asked him about his day before Harry made his way over from finishing with one of his clients. He looked good in this track pants and work shirt, Eden noted. It was almost annoying how he could pull off the most casual outfits. She held her breath as she watched him walk towards them but then he looked at her and flashed her a heart-stopping smile. He greeted her like he always did, enthusiastically, then leaned his side on the desk and asked her and Luca what they were talking about. She sagged in relief with a smile, and from then on, they both acted like nothing happened.
***
âGood, now keep your chest up and keep your weight off your toes, I want you to drive your heels into the ground when youâyes!â Yaz clapped as Eden performed her first weighted squats with perfected technique. âNow give me nine more, donât mess this up or else weâre adding two more sets.â
If Eden wasnât already exhausted, she wouldâve groaned at the mere thought of working out even longer. Instead, she sucked it up and focused on her technique as she finished her current set, encouraged by Yazâs cheering.
When she finished, Yaz wrapped her fingers around the bar resting on Edenâs back and helped her rack it. She held up her hand and Eden gave her a high five, feeling proud of her progress.
âGood job, girl! Letâs go stretch on the turf.â
Eden didnât feel as worn out as she thought sheâd be as she followed Yaz, phone and water bottle in hand. As they walked across the gym, Eden heard a familiar deep voice near the mats area. Recognizing who it was, she tried convincing herself not to look, but it was too tempting.
Harry was helping a young expensive-looking womanâlike most gym-goers at this five star facility doâwith core exercises. The woman was on her back, gazing at Harry in a way that told Eden she wasnât listening to a word he was saying. Harry pressed three fingers on the womanâs bare stomach. âYou need to engage your abs,â he said, then brought his hands to her sides to push her down, âand make sure your lower back keeps touching the floor instead of arching.â The woman blushed at the way Harry touched her despite his intentions being completely professional. He didnât notice, but Eden did.
Yaz sat on the fake grass, and Eden did the same, proceeding to do her regular lower body stretches the trainer taught her.
âYou good?â
Edenâs face snapped towards Yaz. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âI donât know, unclench your jaw.â
Eden didnât realize how tense she was and did as her trainer said.
Yaz raised an eyebrow, looking between her friend and Harry, who was handing his client her water bottle before he made his way to the front desk, done for the day.
âIâm fine,â Eden snapped, immediately feeling bad then relieved when Yaz laughed.
âWhatever you say,â she singsonged, looking at Harry again then back to her, giving her a look that told her sheâd be bringing up the topic again.
Eden didnât realize how tense she got seeing another woman flush at the way Harry touched her, no matter how innocent his intent was. It never occurred to her that other people at the gym would find him attractive, and that his clients were close enough to him to bask in his attention.
Switching legs and leaning over to grab her foot to stretch her other hamstring, she watched Harryâs client exiting the change rooms and walking to the front of the gym. Her red hair swayed in perfect curls behind her back, her simple but clearly expensive outfit hugging her body in a way Eden found herself envying. Eden was rarely insecure about the way she looked and she taught herself to never compare herself to other people, but she couldnât help comparing herself to this woman who was now enthusiastically chatting with Harry at the bottom of the staircase. She didnât like the feelings that bubbled up at the sight of the woman standing so close to him. When Harryâs client finally said her goodbyes and squeezed his bicep on her way out, Eden glowered at her figure climbing the stairs to the parking lot.
Yazâs laughter cut into the silence of their bubble. âYou couldnât be obvious even if you tried. You and Harry?â
Eden frowned. âMe and Harry what?â
Yaz narrowed her eyes, moving to a new stretch and gesturing for Eden to do the same. âDonât play stupid with me.â
âNothingâs going on.â
âWith the way you looked like you wanted to murder that woman, I wouldnât say that was nothing,â Yaz chuckled.
âI donât want to murder anyone.â
âKeep telling yourself that.â
Eden huffed. âIâm not paying you to tease me.â
âLast time I checked, youâre not paying for this at all,â Yaz smirked. âSo Iâm free to tease you about your little crush on Harry as much as I want.â
Edenâs eyes comically widened. âKeep your voice down!â She whisper-yelled, quickly looking at the front desk to see if Harry or Luca heard anything. They didnât, thankfully.
Yaz seemed way too amused at Edenâs expense. âYeah, yeah,â she teased a blushing Eden. âNow give me more depth, girl. I thought you were supposed to be a dancer.â
Eden groaned when her trainer pushed her back to the ground to better stretch her muscles, thoughts of Harry forgotten as she focused on not pulling anything.
***
Yaz pocketed her phone. âHe said heâs on his way.â
Eden nodded and went back to swiping through the array of dresses on the clothing rack. She was happy to be hanging out with Yaz outside of the gym. She came to care for her trainer and knew that they could be friends for a long time with the way they got along so well.
The girls were at the mall, waiting for Yazâs boyfriend to drop off some coffee as they rifled through dresses for a wedding the personal trainer would attend in a week to come.Â
âOh! You would look gorgeous in this.â Eden grabbed a light blue A-line dress that ended above the knee and held it in front of Yaz who looked at it curiously.
âI donât knowâŠâ
Eden whacked her friend with the hanger and held out the dress again. âTry it on! The colour would look amazing on you.â
Yaz sighed and accepted it just as Luca appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked down and seemed to recognize who it was because she only closed her eyes with a smile and melted into him. âHi.â
Edenâs jaw dropped. âWaitâ â
âHi, Eden,â Luca grinned.
She gasped. âYouâŠ?â
âYeah,â Yaz giggled, meeting her boyfriendâs gaze with a loved-up smile.
âWell itâs a little too soon to tell me donât you think?â Eden huffed.
Before the couple could reply, Eden only walked over and hugged them both at the same time. âIâm happy for you,â she pulled away beaming. âDidnât see it coming,â she added, as she pretended to assess them like a science experiment, âbut I approve.â
Luca rolled his eyes and leaned down to peck Yaz on the lips. âDidnât get the coffee yet, I just couldnât wait to see you. Iâll be right back,â he kissed her again before leaving the store.
Eden cooed but a blushing Yaz glared at her. âOh, shut up.â
She only laughed and pushed her friend towards the fitting room. âLetâs go, Cinderella. I want to see you in that dress.â
Ten minutes later, Eden had flooded Yazâs change room with dresses. She loved to play stylist when going out with friends and unfortunately for Yaz, she was Edenâs subject of the day.
Yaz opened the door for the fifth time that day with a scowl on her face. Eden looked at the dress and matched her expression.Â
âNo,â the two girls said simultaneously, then giggled.Â
Yaz closed the door and Eden leaned against the wall, patiently waiting to see the next dress. A moment later, out of habit, she turned towards the full-length mirror in the stall across Yazâs and started fixing her already tamed hair when in a flash, a man walked in behind her and closed the door, trapping them both in the room. The girl only caught a peek of his face before he grabbed her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers. She gasped, trying to shove him off and after a second too long, he detached himself from her yet kept a hand on her waist.Â
âWhat the fuck?!â Her eyes were wide, chest heaving as she took in the man who took up so much of her space. âWhat are you doing?â
âI missed you,â he said, his hazel eyes roaming over her chest before leaning forward to kiss her again, but she turned her face, his lips landing on her cheek. âIâve been waiting for you to get rid of your friend so I can come over.â
Eden felt like throwing up. She tried slapping his hand away from her waist but he wouldnât relent. âGet off me!âÂ
He frowned. âNo.â
âWeâre not together anymore, Will! You donât get to do this.â Eden wanted to slap herself when her voice cracked. This was the first time sheâd seen him up close in months and being this close to him brought up emotions sheâd been storing away for a year. Her eyes burned with tears as she recalled what heâd done to her and how she let him mistreat her for so long. He made her happy and miserable all at once. She would never let herself go down that road again.
âBut, babyââ
âDonât. Donât call me that,â she said, angry tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to push her way around him, but he held his ground. âMove, Will.â
His eyes darkened. âYouâre mine, Eden. Iâll always be around to remind you that.â
âI havenât been yours in a long time,â she spat, somehow looking down on him despite being much shorter. âLeave me alone.â
She tried shoving his chest, but Will caught her hand and trapped it against the wall behind her. Chest to chest, he leaned down and kissed her again, ignoring her squirming body. She was stiff, unrelenting, until she did something she knew she would hate herself for. She melted into him, and kissed him back. He tasted the way she remembered and for a moment, she pretended like nothing was wrong, like they were still together and this was one of those moments when theyâd sneak off in public.
But it wasn't real. No, the reality was that she was kissing a man who she swore she would never again give the time of day. She came to her senses and pulled away but Will only followed her, reattaching their lips. Her frustration got the best of her and she did the one thing she knew would get him off her. She shoved her knee into his crotch as hard as she could.
He immediately let go as he doubled over with a loud and painful groan, hands flying to his front. âYou bitch!â
Eden watched him, eyes wide like saucers as she braced herself for what he might do or say in retaliation. His hulking form was still blocking the door. Then, Yazâs voice snapped her out of her fear.
âEden?â
She sighed in relief. âIâm in here!â
âWhat is going on? Are you okay?â
Will growled, still doubled over. âSheâs fine!â
âNo, Iâm not,â she cried out, begging Will with her eyes to let her out.Â
âIs that Eden?â Lucaâs voice was like music to her ears. âHey man, let her out or Iâm calling security.
âPlease,â she whispered but Will was already standing back up to tower over her, still wincing, and reached for the door knob. Worry was the first thing she saw in Lucaâs face as Will opened the door, then recognition.Â
Lucaâs eyes shot daggers at him. âWhat were you doing with her in there?â He ground out.
With the brute finally distracted, Eden shoved her way out of the stall and Yaz immediately went up to her to ask if she was okay.Â
Will rolled his eyes. âWe were just having a little fun.â
Eden was beyond angry at that moment as she regarded the man who she thought loved her once upon a time. How dare he?
Luca shoved his finger in Willâs chest, causing her ex to stand taller but Luca was not intimidated. âIf I ever see you around herââ
âYeah, yeah, itâs nothing I havenât heard before.â Willâs entitlement radiated off him as he walked out of the fitting rooms, eyes locking with Edenâs and giving her a warning look before he disappeared around the corner.
âWho is that?â Yaz asked, dumbfounded.
âA prick, thatâs what he is,â Luca said, annoyance lacing his voice.
Eden sighed, and sat on a chair against the wall. âThat charming guy is my ex.â
Luca scoffed. âCharming my ass.â
âLuca!â
The man sighed, successfully scolded by his girlfriend then turned to Eden to ask softly, âAre you okay?â
Eden didnât realize her hands were shaking until Yaz grabbed her left one, giving it a supportive squeeze. âHe just ambushed me.â Her dark eyes watered as she recalled the events, suddenly being hit with what exactly had just happened.âOh, God,â she groaned, facing away from her friends to wipe away the stubborn tears.Â
Yaz hugged her friend, giving her all the comfort she can.Â
âDo you want to go home?â Lucaâs sympathetic voice asked.
Eden turned her face up to the ceiling, blinking back her tears, and exhaled loudly. She smiled at her friends. âYes. But you two stay here, okay? Have a cute little shopping date.â She looked at her friend clad in the light blue dress sheâd previously picked out. âThat dress looks beautiful on you, Yaz.â
Yaz blushed, and Luca looked at his girlfriend with nothing but love.Â
âAre you sure you donât want us to drive you?â
Eden shook her head. âI just want to be alone for a bit.â
The couple walked Eden to her car and hugged her before she drove to her building.Â
***
The drive home left her in her thoughts and it only reignited the anger she felt towards Will. The quiet of her room and her running mind did nothing to subside her emotions. Having had enough, Eden marched to her dresser and slammed open her drawer, pulling out a pair of leggings and a t-shirt.Â
She barely remembered the drive to the gym until she cut the engine. The lot was empty save for two cars. The stairs seemed to shine under the artificial light as she jogged down to the ladiesâ room to drop off her bag. Phone, earphones, and bottle in hand, Eden was on her way to warm up on a treadmill when a sight she was not prepared for stopped her in her tracks.
Harryâs brown hair was pushed back with a few fallen strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sheen of sweat seemed to cover his whole body, she noticed, as her eyes landed on his bulging biceps that contracted with every EZ bar curl he did. His shirt strained against the flexing muscles, the face of sheer concentration and determination had her bring her hand to her mouth to make sure no drool had escaped, because frankly, sheâd never witnessed something so erotic. She debated whether she should go up to him and say 'hiâ but decided she didnât want to interrupt his workout.
After wiping down the treadmill, Eden walked over to the barbell area, and loaded up her weight. The first set went smoothly, and as she dropped the bar to catch her breath, she jumped at the sight of Harryâs reflection standing behind her. âWere you enjoying the view?â
He flushed. âNo.â
She bit her lip, eyes fixated on his adorable dimple. âHi, Harry.â
âHey,â he smiled.
She looked at him expectantly and he seemed to remember where he was. He rubbed the back of his neck. âI, uh, was going to ask if I can give you some pointers.â
She felt a blush creep up her neck and he quickly clarified. âYour technique is good. I just think a little adjustment can allow you to benefit more. Deadlifts can be a little complex.â
Never one to miss out on a learning opportunity, Eden nodded. âSure.â
He pointed at the bar. âMay I?â
She stepped back, allowing him to take her place in front of the weight. She couldnât resist dropping her gaze to his ass for a second as he bent forward to grab the bar.
âSo, when you bend down, I want you to bring your hips further back. Like this.â He proceeded to execute a perfect deadlift, leaning forward with just the right precision and driving his feet into the ground as he went back up. âYouâre working more your quads than your glutes when you bring you bum lower than it should be.â
Eden nodded, and Harry moved out of the way to let her practice. After watching her do a few repetitions he stepped forward. Eden was not expecting him to touch her, but when his hands landed on her hips, she felt all the blood rush to her face. She stopped at the top, barbell still in her sweaty palms, wanting to ask what he was doing. It was quite a bold move to make without asking her first, and had any other guy done that, she would have given him an earful. But it was Harry, and this was his job.Â
âKeep going,â he encouraged her.
Wordlessly, Eden started bending back down and with the pressure of Harryâs hands on her hips, he guided them to make sure she was executing the move well. He led her with the next couple repetitions, until the pressure of his hands started easing up as she got the hang of the movements.
Finally, she dropped the bar a little too ungracefully. âLike that?â She breathed.
Harry gulped and reluctantly removed his hands off her body. âYeah. You got it.â
She made eye contact with his mirror reflection. âThank you.â
âMy pleasure.â He cleared his throat, suddenly finding his Nikes very interesting.Â
âIâm justâŠâ
âOh, um, yeah. Of course, Iâll uhâIâll let you finish. Iâll just be over there if you need anything.â
She couldnât help but giggle. He was being cute and bashful, a side of him she hadnât seen in the past weeks theyâd known each other. Seeing her laugh made him smile. âHave a good workout, Eden.â
She watched him walk away, lips twitching, and as he started setting up the cable machine for whatever exercise he was going to do next, he looked at her and winked when he noticed her staring. Her smile only grew.
An hour later, Eden was stretching out her sore legs on the mats, wincing every time she tested her flexibilityâs limits. Her olive skin was flushed with sweat from the brutal workout she put herself through, but it seemed to do the trick because Will wasnât even on her mind anymore. Instead, a certain green-eyed man had taken his place and she only wanted to roll her eyes at herself every time she blushed just from looking at him. At one point, heâd almost dropped a dumbbell on his feet when he caught her staring. The memory made her laugh softly to herself.
âWhat are you laughing at?â
She watched him drop down to sit next to her. âNothing,â she smiled, eyes unwillingly dropping to his swollen chest.
âSo why are you here? Itâs the first time I see you working out so late.â
Her smile disappeared as the memory of Will flew to the front of her mind. âJust stressed out, I guess.â
âIs that so?â
She looked up at him and nodded.
âAre you still stressed?â
Edenâs eyes hadnât left his as she thought about the question. Was she still stressed? Yes. But the workout had worked away her anger and his presence seemed to calm her.Â
âIâŠI donât know.â
Harry scanned her face, not liking the sight of the lines between her eyebrows or the downturn of her lips. âAre you okay?â He asked quietly.
Edenâs heart began to pound. Every emotion sheâd suppressed, not only from the day, but from the previous year which consisted of her trying to get over her heartbreak, started to resurface. She was confused and panicked but tried not to show it. Instead, as she watched himâthe compassionate look in his eyes, his hair pushed back with a red bandana, and the array of random tattoos that seemed to flow togetherâshe felt like she didnât deserve the open look on his face and the kindness that flowed out of him and his desire to make sure she was alright. She didnât know how overwhelmed sheâd truly been until all inhibitions left her body as she surged forward and connected their lips in a slow kiss.
Harryâs hand immediately flew up to cup her cheek, angling her head in order to kiss her properly, the way heâd been wanting to since the first day sheâd walked into that gym. She tasted like the watermelon energy drink sheâd been carrying around the past hour and he decided it was his favourite drink as she teased his lip with her tongue, wanting to deepen the kiss. He wanted to, he really did, but this wasnât how he wanted it to happen.
He pulled back. âStop.â
âHarry, I⊠Iâm so sorry.â Tears lined her eyes as shame coursed through her full-force. What the hell was she thinking?
He quickly shook his head and cupped her face in his hands, looking into her eyes. âI want to, God do I want to. But I really like you,â he admitted.
She inhaled sharply. âHarryââ
âI want to do this the right way. I want to take you out, get to know you. I want to see where this could go. You and I.â
Edenâs first thought was yes. She wanted to kiss him again, to feel his lips on hers again. He made her feel on fire in the best way possible every time he touched her, sheâd never felt more herself than when she was around Harry and she wanted nothing more than to tell him. But then she thought over todayâs events and the horrible relationship with Will that led up to it. He was still in the picture in ways she didnât have a choice in. Sheâd noticed him around a few times, wether it was a few tables down from where she studied at the library or across the hall as she left her classes. She was never too alarmed at the fact that he seemed to be everywhere but todayâs events made her keep her guard up a little higher. Willâs possessive words âYouâre mine, Eden. Iâll always be around to remind you thatâ rang in her head over and over again, she didnât know what he was capable of. How would he react if he found out that she one day belonged to someone else? That she had moved on and was giving herself to someone that wasnât him. Eden didnât want to think of the consequences this could have on her or on Harry.
She looked down at her hands. âI canât.â
The look of hurt that crossed his face made Eden want to hide forever. âWhat do you mean you canât?
âI mean⊠Iâm not ready. I just canât right now. Please, you have to understand.â
âI donât get it. The looks you give me, the flirting⊠What was all that?â
Her eyes burned. Eden never meant to lead him on the way she did. In fact, she knew she wouldnât be ready for a relationship any time soon, but out of pure selfishness, she let herself become fond of Harry. And now, not only was she denying him, but she was also denying herself any sort of potential theyâd have together. She never hated Will more than she did at this moment.
âIâm sorry.â
Harry sighed and reached over and squeezed her hand in understanding. She savoured the feeling of his touch before he abruptly stood up and walked away.
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