#tenth doctor x reader

[newtthetranswriter]

can you write a tenth doctor x fem!reader where the reader is a famous entity in history (can you make it mediaeval) and she just gets disappeared and no one knows why like there is no record and the reason why she gets disappeared is she falls in love with the tenth doctor and runs away with him.

The Princess Lost To Time

Word count: 4141

Paring: Tenth Doctor x fem!Reader

A/n: Thank you so much for the request. It felt amazing to write for The Doctor again. Anyways, I tried to make it as accurate to medieval times as I could but there are probably some mistakes. Either way I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

    The Doctor had a habit of letting the Tardis pick their destination and just enjoying the adventure. This time it seems that the Tardis had landed somewhere in 14th century England. 

    Looking around, The Doctor took in all the information around him trying to piece together exactly what year they had landed in. Meanwhile his companion, Donna Noble was looking around in awe. Sure she had been traveling with The Doctor for months at this point, but each new location, whether it was a different planet or just a different point in earth’s history, took her breath away.

    “I’ve got it!” The Doctor shouted once he figured out what year it was. “1358 England. The middle of the Hundred Years War between England and France.” The Doctor explained to his companion.

    After establishing when they were, the duo began walking through the market. Admiring the simplicities of the middle ages. 

    “Humans are amazing. It’s only been a few years since the black death swept the world and look at them already back to living like it was just a nightmare.” The Doctor said, always amazed by the resilience of the human race.

     “You brought me to England only a few years after the end of the Black Plague? Are you mad? What if we catch it?”  Donna asked, sounding more than a little upset by the risk of catching one of the deadliest plagues the world has seen.

     The Doctor just rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t worry about it. Like I said it’s been years since the outbreak ended. You’ll be fine.” He said turning away from the ginger. “Anyways, what’s going on over there?” The Doctor didn’t wait for a response from his companion, instead he rushed off in the direction of a large crowd lining the street.

    Arriving at the gathering of people The Doctor tried pushing through the crowd to see what everyone was looking at. When he couldn’t get to the front or see over the heads of the peasants he turned to an older gentleman who also seemed to be trying to get a look.

    “Excuse me sir, but what is going on here?” The Doctor asked, curious about what event he may have landed in the middle of.

    The man gave The Doctor a strange look after seeing his clothes, but still responded. “Why, Princess Y/n is set to arrive in town any minute now. She’s stopping through here on journey back to London after studying up north.” The man explained.

    Just as the man finished Donna stopped next to The Doctor slightly out of breath. “Why is it always running with you?” She asked, not having heard any of the previous conversation.

    The Doctor failed to acknowledge his companion, instead he was busy trying to figure out why this ‘Princess Y/n’ sounded familiar. It was like something big happened revolving around her but he couldn’t quite remember what it was. 

    His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of horses and a carriage coming up the road. “She’s here. Princess Y/n has blessed our peaceful little town.” A woman shouted, drawing everyone’s attention to the carriage, each one hoping to get a glimpse of the crowned princess of their beloved kingdom.

    “Did she just say Princess Y/n?” Donna asked The Doctor.

    The Doctor nodded, before picking up on Donna’s confused tone. “Yes, Princess Y/n is stopping in this small town on her way back to London after spending the last few years studying in Northern England.” The Doctor explained. As he spoke, The Doctor seemed to realize something. “That’s why she sounds familiar!” He shouted, startling a few of the peasants who stood near him and Donna. “Sorry, don’t mind us. Donna, come on.” He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her back in the direction of the Tardis.

    “Oy, Care to tell me why you dragged me back here Spaceman?” Donna asked confused as to why The Doctor seemed to suddenly be in more of a rush than usual.

    Moving to the screen on the Tardis’ console The Doctor pulled up pictures of some extremely old looking new papers. “In 1358 The Crowned Princess Y/n, goes missing on her journey back to London after a few years of studying. Officially the Royal family blamed the War with France for her disappearance. But unofficially no one actually knows what happened to her.” The Doctor explained to Donna as they looked at the records.

    “So what, you think she was taken by aliens or something?” Donna asked.

    The Doctor paused for a second. “Well it’s possible but there’s no record of anything else weird happening around the time of her disappearance. So either she really was just a political victim or aliens were involved and it was forgotten by history. What do you say? Should we find out what happens to the lost princess?” The Doctor asks.

    Donna just sighed. “I don’t really have a choice now do I?” She asked, sarcasm lacing her voice. Seeing the gleam in The Doctor’s eyes at the possibility of solving one of Britain’s oldest mysteries, Donna could help but smile at her best friend. “Fine, let's go.”

    With that the duo once again departed from the Tardis and began looking for clues on what happened to the ill-fated Princess.

    After coming up empty handed on the first day of their search, The Doctor decided he should try and find out if anything had happened prior to the Princess arriving in the small town. To do this he needed to talk with either the Princess’s guards or the Princess herself.

   The easiest choice was probably her guards since it was unlikely that they would even let a strange man anywhere near their princess alone. So on the second day The Doctor approached a few of the guards who were prepping the carriage for the rest of the journey back to London.

    “Excuse me sirs, I just have a few quick questions.” He said drawing their attention. “I’ve been hearing reports of strange things happening on the roads leading to this town. Did either of you happen to see anything on your journey here?” The Doctor asked, hoping they would just answer and not question him in return.

   The guards shared a puzzled look before one of them spoke up. “We’ve heard no such reports or rumors. The strangest thing we’ve seen is you in your strange clothes.” He said matter-of-factly. 

    “Now if you excuse us we have to prepare for the rest of our journey.” The second guard spoke moving to check that nothing on the carriage was damaged.

     Knowing that if the Princess left the small town that afternoon, then he would never know what happened to her, The Doctor tried to think of a way to stall the departure. Almost as if on queue a young man came rushing towards the guards holding a scroll and looking out of breath.

    “There’s a storm a few miles outside of town. It’s washed away the roads and is moving this way. It would be unsafe to take the Princess into the storm.” The first guard read from the scroll he was handed.

     Letting out a silent sigh of relief, The Doctor began trying to think of a way to speak directly to the Princess. She was the last hope of figuring out what was going to happen to her in the next few days.

P.o.V Change

     Y/n had been stuck in the Inn for the last three days since arriving. With the sudden storm that was now dropping buckets of water over the area, her guards deemed it unsafe to travel until the storm passed. That was two days ago and the guards wouldn’t even let her leave her room without one of them close behind her.

     “I will be fine. It’s a small town, if someone wished harm on me they would have tried something by now. I’m going for a walk alone and that’s finale.” The princess declared as she began making her way out of the inn.

      The guards moved to follow her but as she shot them a glare, they stood down. The princess was not someone they wanted to anger.

       Once Y/n was free of the guards, she began slowly walking through the town. Greeting and chatting with the locals, who were shocked at how polite the princess truly was compared to the stories of royalty they had heard. And even though most of the townspeople seemed completely normal, there were two people who seemed out of place and also kept popping up in Y/n’s field of vision.

      Having figured out the strange pair were in fact following her, Y/n decided to confront them. Turning down a seemingly empty street, the princess waited for her pursuers to join her away from prying eyes.

      “Is there a reason you have been following me?” Y/n asked, turning to look at the pair of strangely dressed people who had been following her. When she was finally standing face to face with the strangers, she took the chance to truly inspect the duo.

      They both seemed to be wearing clothes that clearly did not belong in a 14th century town. The woman wasn’t wearing a dress but was instead wearing a bright colored shirt and pants. And the man was wearing a brown pinstripe suit, and even though she thought it was strange Y/n couldn’t help but admit that he did look attractive with his short messy hair.

       “Well… we were just hoping to meet the lovely Princess Y/n.” The woman spoke, pulling Y/n out of her thoughts.

       Snapping her eyes away from the man, Y/n focused on the ginger. “And who might you be?” She asked, curious as to who exactly they were. “Assasians from France?” She continued, assuming this had something to do with her father’s war on the country across the water.

      The man spoke next. “Oh no of course not. I’m the Doctor and this is Donna, my companion.” He explained offering his hand for the princess to shake only to pull it back when she looked at him skeptically. “Right, um, we were actually following you because we’ve been hearing rumors of strange things happening on the roads leading to this town. And we wanted to know if you had heard or seen anything on your journey here?” The Doctor asked.

      “Well Doctor… I will have you know the only strange thing I have encountered in my travels is you and your companion.” Y/n answered skeptically. “What do these rumors have to do with me?” She asked.

      “Oh nothing, we have just been checking with any travelers who stop here to see if they have any answers for us before we go out and investigate for ourselves.” The Doctor answered.

     Y/n could tell the two were hiding something but couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. “Well, then I wish you both luck on your investigation. If you don’t mind I’ll be off now.” She said parting from the duo. 

     As she made her way back to the Inn, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that something important had just happened and that more was to come. Y/n also couldn’t seem to get the image of the man who calls himself the Doctor out of her head.

 P.o.V  Change

    After parting from the princess, The Doctor led Donna back to the Tardis. He needed to figure out what was going to happen here in the next few days. If Y/n’s impending disappearance was because of something extraterrestrial, he needed to know.

    “What are you going to do if you can’t figure out what happens to her?” Donna asked, looking over the console.

     The Doctor kept pressing buttons looking at his screen. “I don’t know, but something is telling me that Y/n is important and we have to figure out what is going to happen here in the next few days.” He answered not once glancing at his companion. 

     An hour or so later The Doctor groaned as he came up empty handed once again in his search for answers. “I’m going back out there.” He said, grabbing his coat and moving to the doors of the Tardis.

     “It’s pouring down rain again. What do you think you are going to find?” Donna asked.

     The Doctor paused for only a few seconds before responding. “I don’t know, but I just need to do this. I’ll be back soon.” He said, sparing only a quick glance at his best friend before heading off.

Time skip

     It had now been almost a week since the Tardis had brought The Doctor and Donna to the 14th century and they were no closer to finding out what caused the princess to disappear. That’s not to say nothing good has come out of their stay in the small medieval town. 

     The Doctor had surprisingly formed a close friendship with the princess. When he had gone out in the pouring rain, he ran into the princess again. It seems that instead of actually going back to the inn she had gone to sit at a small pond on the edge of the village. The two of them sat and spoke for over an hour in the rain. They simply got to know each other. 

   Y/n spoke about her experience growing up as the crowned princess of a great kingdom and how she traveled north to study. She spoke about wanting to do something more than run a country when her father passes. She didn’t want to spend her life waiting for her dad to die before she could fulfill a role forced on her by tradition.

    The Doctor intern spoke about his long life. At first he tried to keep it vague. Saying things like he had lost his home and family when he was young and how he now travels helping people. He mentioned how he had traveled with close friends and how eventually all of them had to leave at some point. 

    That’s how their first meeting at the pond went. And in the days to follow they would both end up at the same pond, talking and getting to know each other on a deeper level. Over time they both began to share more details about their lives. Y/n shared how she feared that if she didn’t find love soon then her father would force her into an arranged marriage and she did not want to spend her life tied to someone she didn’t love. The Doctor, against his better judgement, revealed that he wasn’t just a man traveling the world but really an alien traveling all of time and space.

    Their talks moved from stories about themselves and their dreams, to stories of worlds Y/n could only imagine. Slowly the Princess found herself falling in love with The Doctor’s world and unsurprisingly with The Doctor himself. Little did she know The Doctor was facing the same dilemma. He knew that he was falling for her but he also knew that her disappearing was a fixed point in history and he couldn’t stop it, it was her fate to disappear after this storm passes and then he will never see her again.

 Time skip

     Eventually the rain stopped and the roads out of town dried enough to safely pass. It was time for Y/n to leave the small town and disappear from the rest of history. The Doctor stood in the Tardis preparing it to leave, completely unaware of the gears turning in his companions head.

    Donna had figured it out after their third day in the small town. After the Doctor returned from his second meeting with the princess, she couldn’t help but notice the soft smile that rested on his face. She could hear the care that laced his voice when spoke of her. It wasn’t the same as when he talked about his past companions or when he talked about saving the Ood. This was something deeper. And seeing the solemn look on The Doctor’s face as he prepared to leave for a new adventure, Donna was certain she knew what was happening.

    “For someone who says they see all possible events playing out at all times, you really are blind, aren’t you?” She asked, breaking the silence in the Tardis.

    The Doctor jumped, forgetting Donna was still in the main room of the Tardis. “What do you mean?” He asked, not understanding what she meant.

    Donna rolled her eyes, moving to stand next to The Doctor. “When we first got here you said you have no idea how or why Y/n disappears.” She began to explain. The Doctor nodded but let Donna continue. “Well, you also didn’t know that you were what caused Pompeii to happen so I guess you not seeing this outcome makes sense. Anyways, It’s you. Princess Y/n of England goes missing because she meets and falls in love with a time traveling alien.” She finished explaining, hoping she didn’t have to spell it out any more for the sometimes dense Timelord.

    The Doctor’s eyes widened. He began connecting the same dots Donna had. Most of the time he could see all possible outcomes of the events happening in front of him. The only exceptions were during major moments in his life, such as when he is about to regenerate or when he has to make a decision that can change the entire course of history. With Donna pointing that out to him again, it all made sense.

     Without another word, The Doctor ran out of the Tardis. He heard the faint shout of ‘you’re welcome’ coming from Donna as the door closed but he had more important things to worry about. He had to make it to the inn before Y/n left for London.

     When he arrived he was greeted by two guards looking around frantically. “Where is she?” He asked, catching the attention of the guards for only a second before they went back to their own search. “Where is Y/n?” He said more directly, grabbing one of the guards to stop him from moving.

     “We were going to tell her that her carriage is ready to leave, but when we got here she was gone.” The guard answered.

     The Doctor felt his hearts racing, what if Donna was wrong and Y/n did go missing because of an outside force they couldn’t predict.

     Before he could ask anymore questions, a maid of the inn walked up to the three clearly distressed men. “The princess said she was going for a walk. She also mentioned that she would not be leaving town until she spoke with someone called ‘The Doctor’.” The maid informed them.

     Hearing this news, The Doctor knew exactly where Y/n had gone. Without missing a beat he bolted from the Inn and ran towards the little pond that had hsi safe haven for the last week.

     As expected when he reached the pond, there Y/n was sitting in the grass watching the water ripple as a gentle wind brushed the surface. The Doctor paused for a moment to take in the sight, glad that he had figured it all out, glad that Y/n had been determined to wait for him, glad that he would finally get a chance to love again after all that has happened in his long life.

    Sensing that someone was standing behind her, Y/n turned around. Seeing that it was in fact the man she was waiting for, a soft smile spread across her face. Though it fell only seconds later as if she remembered something terrible. The Doctor took this as his sign to approach, sitting next to her on the bank of the pond.

    “Do you want to know the truth of why me and Donna were following you the day we met?” The Doctor started, glancing at Y/n and continuing to speak when he saw the small nod she gave him. “It’s because in the future you are known as The Lost Princess. At some point on your journey back to London, you go missing. The official statement was that French spies sought to sew panic by taking out a member of the royal family.” He explained.

     He saw the slight panic that began to settle over Y/n’s face hearing that she was to be a victim of the war her father started. “But unofficially no one actually knows what happens to you. When your guards return to London without you, no one believes that you just vanished and so your father makes up a story to gain favor.” He continued, seeing the worry ease from her face. 

    “But then how do I disappear? If it’s not the French and my guards don’t know the truth either, what happens to me?” Y/n asked, still confused.

    The Doctor sighed and relaxed his shoulders before gently taking Y/n’s hand in his. “That’s why I was following you. I wanted to find out what really happened. I was drawn to the mystery and I wanted to know what could have possibly happened but up until ten minutes ago I had no idea.” He explained, giving Y/n’s hand a quick squeeze. He wasn’t sure if it was to comfort her or himself but it felt natural in that moment and Y/n didn’t pull away so continued. “You see, I can see every possibility happen all the time. I can see every possible outcome before it happens and plan how to achieve the one I want. But there are a few things I can’t see and can’t change. Mainly things that have a direct in pact on the course of my life.” The Doctor explained how he saw the world in as simple terms as he could.

    “It took Donna figuring it out for me to find the answer.” He said, noticing the confusion still on Y/n’s face. “The reason I couldn’t see how or why you disappear is because it has to do with me. I’m the reason you go missing from history.” The Doctor finished hoping she would understand.

    Y/n sat there for a moment trying to piece together what he was saying. She knew he didn’t mean that he hurt her in some way, after all she knew he hated violence and only used it as a last resort. So how could this gentle and loving man be the reason she goes missing. And then it hit her. “Is this you asking me to run away with you in your spaceship, Doctor?” She asked looking up at him, hoping that her guess was right and she hadn’t misinterpreted the connection she felt with The Doctor.

     The Doctor could stop the smile that took over his face. “This is me asking you to come with me, yes. Y/n, I may have only known you for a week but you have managed to find a way into both of my hearts and if I lost you I don’t know if they would keep beating.” The Doctor said, looking into Y/n’s eyes with all the love he had for her. “Would you be so kind as to join me on an adventure across time and space?” He asked with a bright smile.

     Y/n couldn’t hide her own smile at The Doctor’s words. “Of course, I’ll join you. It would be a tragedy to let such an amazing person who managed to steal my heart in only a few days go.” She answered, moving to stand up not letting go of The Doctor’s hand. “Now let’s get to this spaceship of yours before my guards come looking for me.” She said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

     The Doctor nodded as he stood up. Sure he knew that Y/n was only human and like every human she would eventually grow old and leave him. But just this once he wanted to forget that and just enjoy living in the moment and loving those closest to him. 

    So, entering the Tardis he smiled as he watched the wonder that crossed Y/n’s face at the magic that was Timelord science. He rolled his eyes playfully as Donna joked about having to teach another person about how to act like a normal human in the 21st century. But most of all The Doctor realized as the Tardis took off for another adventure, that there is nothing he would change about his past, after all it led him to this moment. Traveling with his best friend of all time and the woman who stole his hearts, what more could he ever need.

(dividers by @/cafekitsune)

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Lost Souls & Broken Hearts

─────── · ·  For All Time: The Series (pt.1)

─ · · PAIRING: 10th Doctor x F!Time Lord!Reader, 10th Doctor x Rose Tyler

─ · · SUMMARY: You thought yourself to be the last remaining Time Lord but that all changes when a certain Rose Tyler catches you breaking into your own apartment and is dead set on introducing you to the Doctor, your husband back on Gallifrey.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, second person perspective, canon divergence, soulmate au, emotional angst, depictions of anxiety attacks, coarse language, eventual happy ending (but not yet), not beta read.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 4,223 | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

─ · · A/N: I'm so excited to finally be writing this, hope you all enjoy!

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It was easy blending in with human life, a bit too easy, you thought to yourself while carrying your shopping bags up the stairs and around the corner down the hall towards your apartment.

Living in the city made it easy to blend into the crowd and not be questioned, chased or judged. You could simply observe as the world spun around you day after day and as the human race followed its canonical historical calendar.

Sure you could skip time to make everyday Christmas or take a turn around the stars and be back for breakfast but the utter domesticity and simplicity of taking a boring human job, studying at a boring human university, and generally performing a boring human life was a pleasant enough change from the usual or what was the usual at least, you often thought. 

Once reaching the oak door, you jiggled the door handle with a huff before remembering the silly little key the landlord gave you, like that would stop anyone from coming in.

Patting down every pocket and starting to lose hope, you take one long look left and then right before quickly pulling out your sonic screwdriver from your jacket pocket and point it at the lock.

"Excuse me Ma'am, but can I ask you-" a young blonde woman halts your motions causing you to take a sharp breath in through your nose before turning swiftly on the heels of your leather boots, long coat sweeping with the dramatic motion to meet the younger woman's sheepish stare and greeting her with a plastered smile on your painted lips.

"It's The Lady actually, or Lady for short, but I also go by (name, last/name) now… what's your name and how may I assist you?" You tilt your head forwards, eyebrow raised to observe the woman's fashion choices with intrigue as the younger woman appears to do the same to you with squinted eyes.

"Well hello, Lady,” she drags out your old title with a sarcastic tone, “I'm Rose Tyler and I was just about to ask what the hell do you think you're doing breaking into that apartment with that-" she takes a sharp breath inwards, the recognizable type gasp, you thinks to yourself, eyes gone with with pure panic before kicking open your front door and throwing your bags to the floor before starting to rush inside.

Rose grabs your arm, pulling you back into the hall and pinning you against the chipped plaster wall. Blowing a strand of hair from your face, you shake underneath Rose's hold with a huff before managing to shove her off. "You know on this planet I was told they shake hands in greeting- not the whole bloody body!" you exclaim with a huff, adjusting the jacket on your shoulders, sonic screwdriver in hand.

Rose shakes her head, mouth aghast, "how did you get that?" she asks, fingers pointing towards the device in your  hand, taking a step forwards as you take one step back, "Get what?"

"That screwdriver!" Rose reaches out with both hands now, brain half frazzled with her discovery, the other clouded over with worry as to what this woman must have done to the Doctor in order to get that off of him.

"Oh, this?" you dangle the device from between your fingertips before tossing it upwards and catching it with a wink, "got it from the contractor's store on Yonge Street. They were having a sale, I think you may still be able to get the deal, half-off or something like that-"

"Don't lie to me, I know what that is. Now tell me how. did. you. get. that?" Rose demands, hand slipping into her pocket to phone the TARDIS.

"If not a screwdriver then what is it?" you ask, looking over Rose's shoulder and into your apartment, calculating.

"Just answer my question!" Rose yells, phone starting to ring. 

“What is going on out here?!” You both look towards an older blonde woman who steps out from across the hall in what looks to be a dull yellow bathrobe, “and who the hell are- you’ve got to be kidding me, you’ve found another one? Fucking ‘ell Rose Tyler, I’m starting to think danger follows you better then your own shadow!” 

“Mum! Now is not the time please and you-” Rose begins to speak before realizing you had taken down the hall and slammed the apartment door shut with a heavy BANG! Echoing down the hall. 

“Now look at what you’ve done!” Rose huffs, fingers balling up into fists as she walks past her mother to stand in front of your door, knocking repeatedly. 

“And what have I done?” Rose’s mom stands back, arms crossed as she watches her daughter switch between ringing your doorbell and banging on your door. “I know you’re in there! I’ve got words for you!”

Meanwhile inside the apartment, you are rushing around, tripping over the various groceries that have spilled out onto the wooden floors and knocking into the picture frames across the walls. You were not expecting to have to move so soon and to say you were disappointed to have to leave so soon would be an understatement.

Your features hold a frown as you rip open the closet doors and throw every article of clothing out onto your bed in search of a specific piece of luggage. I know I left you here somewhere girl. C’mon I know you must be just dying to get out there again so now’s your chance! Just have to show me where you- your thoughts are cut off by Rose’s relentless pleas as she yells in through the mail slot now. 

Gods that girl is really getting on my nerves now, is this really any way to introduce yourself? You scoff. Turing back out of your room and down the hall to the guest room and closet in search, nearly tipping over a tangerine on your way there with a curse. 

Never liked those fruits either, clementines are superior in every way, why do I torture myself with these things- why do I- oh! There you are, you look at the red luggage with a smile before unzipping it to find the uncovered stairs within and throwing down various papers and gadgets, anything that could link to her identity within the apartment. 

Textbooks, tea, pictures… you felt yourself pausing on the last one of that list, your fingers hovering over the some dozen faces you saw right through that all contained the same hearts and those hearts that you willingly connected yourself to all those centuries ago…

Shaking your head of those distant thoughts you throw the frames down into the luggage before taking one last look towards your… open front door? Shit. You spin on your heel, darting off towards the guest room and falling into your luggage, tumbling down the stairs and finding yourself at the console. 

The machine stirs to life with a joyous tune, Hello! Hello! Welcome back, I have missed you so! You laugh at the voice in your head, I’ve missed you too, girl. Now who’s ready for an adventure? You watch as the room comes to life, every bulb shining to full illumination, switches and dials spinning without your hands to command them and that familiar buzz underneath your feet has you giddy in your shoes- it had been quite awhile since you’ve had a frill… since… you remind yourself not to have such memories before inputting a time and destination and lean back against the rails waiting for the vworp sound to commence. 

But before you can begin to enjoy the sound, a voice calls out to you and not the two you had accounted for in your brain. Grabbing the edge of the console and poking your head around you look to see… Rose?! 

“Do explain yourself,” you cross your arms with squinted eyes. 

“How’re you alive?” Rose rebuttals. 

“Answering a question with another question again?” you tease a smile, biting your lip to hide its spread across your cheeks as you try and maintain a straight face. 

“What are you smiling about? Gods you are just as worse as him! And you started the question-answer thing!” Rose exclaims before taking in a deep breath and meeting your eyes once more, “Okay. I decided to follow you. I was… curious. I’ve travelled with your kind before but had never seen another one of… well you unless you’re the Doctor and decided to regenerate again… but then again we’d be in a blue box not some luggage.”

“The Doctor?” you question in a raised tone, you feel your hearts skip a beat in your chest, no… that couldn’t be… 

“Yeah, the Doctor. Do you know him?... Them? They? I don’t know how you refer to each other in the past,” Rose explains, starting to walk around the console, picking up on the various differences between the two machines she’s travelled inside. 

“I don’t know them,” you lie, turning back to the console and flicking some levers. 

“Really? You don’t know the Doctor?” Rose asks again in a much softer tone. You can feel the disappointment in her tone rattling your bones causing you to shiver at the sound of his name. You could distantly remember the sound of his voice calling after you regenerations ago, feel his touch against your skin, feel the way his essence buzzed with pleasure being combined with your own- “No. I… kept to myself back on Gallifrey,” you lie again. 

“Huh, do you know any other Time Lords?” she peers into the valves at the centre of the console, watching as the flicker between yellow and blue hues like a rampant fire. 

“What is this?- an interrogation Miss. Tyler?” you tease, walking behind the girl to reach the other side of the console as you correct your travel angle to a quarter of the degree, “I’ve met one other one… but he is long gone now…” your voice trails off as you stare at the specks of dirt on your outfit with utmost intrigue. 

Rose apologizes, “sorry.”

“For breaking and entering? Or for questioning me?” you joke, bumping the bad mood off yourself and into her shoulder as you smile at the girl. 

“May I ask a few questions? Since it seems you’re stuck with me now for the next hour or so,” you look down at your watch before tipping your head in the direction of your kitchen, “tea?”

“Yes please.” 

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Rose tells you all about her travels with the Doctor across the years, you don’t miss the sparkle in her eyes nor the sound of her heart soaring, pupils dilating everytime she brings up his name. You remember being that person, in utter awe of his intelligence, wit and wisdom. Put under a spell of his charm, weak to his touch… But with every word she adds, every memory that resurfaces, a new pain settles across your skin that you pick at, eyes flashing with a burning pain at the physical proof that he moved on from me… thought me good as dead… didn’t think of our bond…  

“Are you alright there?” Rose asks, reaching across the table to hold your hands, “I’m really sorry now. I was not thinking how painful it must have been to be alone for so long… you don’t have to be alone anymore though, you could take us back to earth after this adventure and I could introduce you to the Doctor and-”

You squeeze her hands in yours, leaning forwards across the table and letting out a long breath to only answer in a whisper, “it’s okay dear. I rather liked being alone… gives me time to think and after what you’ve told me… I think I need more time than ever.” 

Rose nods, “Are you sure- I think he’d love to meet- I mean okay! But do let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

“I will,” you nod back before dropping your touch and leaning back in your chair, “now I do believe you had more questions and I have many answers.” 

“I wish for only the truthful ones,” Rose smiles as you mirror hers to hide the guilt gnawing at your hearts. “How old are you?”

Coughing up a part of your tea with the shock of the question, you laugh, “you know it's rather rude to ask a Lady her age,” you tease, “but I’m.. old… I think I’ve recently reached 900 but I would have to count again. I’ll get back to you on that.” 

Rose nods, “what planet do you like the most?” 

“Earth,” you say instantly. 

“Why?” 

“It's become a second home to me.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to your home planet.”

You look away, remembering the skyscrapers that reached the reddish glow of the homeworld atmosphere. “It was a sad necessity or else the wars never would have stopped,” you explain. 

“Is that what you truly believe?” she whispers, tone anxious, knowing that she really shouldn’t have asked but can’t help but desire to know. You partially admire this trait of hers. 

“It’s what I know,” your head falls, eyes cast to the remaining tea leaves at the bottom of your cup, observing the abstract picture with a frown.

“Lighter question, where are we going?” you shrug, “It didn’t really matter to me then… but with a human aboard…” you stand, speaking to yourself as you look at the travel log on the console, huh, why Earth?

“Say Rose, does Earth, January 2025 ring a bell?” 

“That's the first time I met the Doctor!” Rose smiles, jumping up from her spot and running down the hall to meet you, eyes cast over your shoulder with intrigue. 

“Great,” you smile tightly before slowly turning back to the screen, cursing your TARDIS.

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You could laugh at yourself, back where you started just a few years behind at some random street corner in Scotland. “Now this is not where we met but the time’s the same,” Rose says, eyes cast over wet cobblestones reflecting the setting sun. You let out a breath in relief. 

The streets were quiet as people prepared themselves for work the next day and you took off down the street, peering into various storefronts and cafes, a whole sleepy city all to ourselves, and to think I doubted you girl. You can hear the TARDIS buzz excitedly before quieting down once more within your head. 

“What’re we doing here exactly?” Rose asks, you turn around and shrug, placing your hands into your pockets. 

“Enjoying the world like we’re the last ones on it,” you reply with a smile before tilting your head, “how does a walk around the park sound?”

“Sounds a bit too easy than what I’m used to,” Rose laughs, looping her arm around your own, “usually when I’m with the Doctor the worlds about it end.”

“Is that so?” you mumble, “and what does he do about it?”

“Well, he saves the day of course!” Rose deadpans, scoffing at your question. 

“Does he shoot them? Kill them? Converse with them? How does he save it?” you keep your stare forwards so that Rose cannot pick up on your minute expressions, I know how he ‘saved the day’ last time… you think to yourself bitterly. He left you behind, better left for dead, you watched him do so without a second glance back and now he was with the girl on your arm that you walked around with in a barren Scottish park.  

You cursed yourself in this moment for not being able to move on centuries later, for waiting to feel his soul call out to you once more. You could still feel a part of him, maybe it was hope but you thought-no, knew him to be alive after all of these years. You wondered if he still felt you too but then again… he wouldn’t have gotten with her then… right? You ask yourself.  

You could remember his smile on your skin on your soul-bonding day, your wedding day where two became one for all time, for all existence, until the very end… or at least that's what you gave to him, the promise of forever… but at least he’s happy now… but that thought almost hurt more knowing what he was happy with someone else, you curse yourself for the selfish thought. 

Rose notices you stopped listening to her as she stops walking, causing you to pause alongside her. She walks in front of you, grabbing your shoulders as you tense in wait, remembering how the morning went. “I’m not gonna shake you for all your worth again, don’t worry about that but what’s going through your head? You stopped listening long ago…”

You stare at her, observing her youthful features, worried smile and kind eyes. You feel a stake driving through your chest, the last strand of your bond wilting away painfully slowly, untying itself from inside you causing you to grip your chest as you heave over your knees, falling to the ground. 

“Oh my god, you’re not okay. Shoot, shoot, shoot! You we’re supposed to tell me if I could help with something! I’m going to call the Doctor, okay? He’ll know what to do with a sick Time Lord better than I will, just gimme a minute okay? Don’t go anywhere,” she warns you like a stern mother, finger in your face as she waits for you to nod. You just stare blankly up at her, a singular tear falling from your eye that opens the floodgates to a waterfall. 

You cry out your pain, knowing this to be how heartbreak feels. You remember reading about the science behind the bonds in your youth, enraptured with them. You would become soulmates with someone from them… two parts always able to recognize the other no matter what and even after death. And when treated right, the bond could strengthen and so would the couple and when weakened… so would its parts. 

You felt it vividly. A fire starting up from your feet spreading up to your head as you shook off a sweat in the grass watching as the moon came up from the horizon… I wonder if he’s looking too, feels this too…

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“Doctor!’ Rose yells down the line, eyes watching as you rock yourself back and forth refusing to meet her gaze, actively wincing everytime she tips her head trying to chase your own stare. 

“What? Where are you? I’m waiting outside your flat and your mother keeps staring me through the window like I’m the creep,” the Doctor replies, he feels a pang at his heart as he stares down at his chest, eyebrow raised in question as he touches the hurt gently before hitting his chest with a grunt and standing up straight one more. 

“I’m currently in Scotland-” Rose begins to speak before being cut off by a worried Time Lord. 

“What on Earth are you doing there?! When did this happen?” 

“Well only about two hours or so ago, I met another Time Lord and I kinda became a stow-away, she’s really nice! A bit sassy but I take that’s a part of your species DNA,” Rose rambles, kneeling down by your form, hand outstretched that you flinch away from, she pulls away quickly, feeling guilty for trying in the first place. 

“A what?” the Doctor gasps, vowels open alongside his jaw as he stares at Jackie, not believing a word he hears. 

“A Time Lord, you know console, sonic screwdriver, time travel and all that jazz,” she explains, “and she’s hurt, I don’t know what happened but she looks to be in a lot of pain. Please come quickly… I'm scared for her, I don’t like the thought of you being the last one left when we could have done something about it.”

“C-can you tell me her name?” the Doctor asks gently, sprinting back to his TARDIS.

Rose pauses, did I really just hear the Doctor stutter? She asks herself before responding, “She said her title was Lady but takes on a human name now-”

“Are you absolutely sure that was her name?” the Doctor asks, a sudden wave of sickness has him crashing into the console, gripping its ledge as he sways side to side, impossible, he thinks to himself. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I’ll be there soon,” the Doctor says with utter determination, with utter need, he must see this for himself… see possibly you, “keep your phone on Rose, I’ll track the signal to your location.” 

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You hear as their conversation ends and you stare up at the star filled sky above as the oil lamps flicker on around you both. “If-” you wince at your weak tone, clearing your throat before beginning again, “If he’s coming here then this is where we must part ways… it was… nice getting to meet you Rose. Please, treat him well,” you smile softly up at Rose as she stares down at you, shock evident across her features before they are sculpted sharp into a frustrated expression. 

“You lied to me! You told me you didn’t know him, who are you truly?” she demands, watching as you stand with a wobble on your feet. You can hear the Doctor's muffled voice in her pocket, demanding to know what is going on. You look between both voices before turning back and walking towards your red luggage left on the street corner, “Goodbye Rose!” you yell hearing as she chases after you. 

“Please just tell me who you are, please stay, please-”

You fail to turn around, one foot in your TARDIS, the other on the cobbled streets, another play of history about to be written on these very stones. “I’m the Lady, I’m (name, last/name), and I’m leaving behind the past like I should’ve many centuries ago. Live a good life, Rose. The best life, with many walks in the park… make sure he does the same, okay?” 

Rose stares at you for a long moment, you both look up to watch as a blue box descends from the sky at a rapid speed. “But why can’t you tell me who you are?”

“Let the Doctor tell you whatever he wants you to know… I don’t want to become between you both,” you smile at her one last time before shutting and locking the door behind yourself and setting a course off somewhere you knew yourself never to be found, at least not for a long time. 

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The Doctor falls out the door, cursing as he sees the red box flicker before disappearing before his very eyes. He chases after the spot in which you last stood, shaking his head in disbelief as he grips his hair before turning towards his companion. “You really weren’t lying, there was another Time Lord here,” he blinks rapidly, hearts squeezing in his chest- impossibly tight as he coughs, feeling his airways somehow becoming affected. 

“Doctor? Are you alright?” Rose races to his side, shocked when he flinches away from her touch as if she burned him. “I’m fine just a little under the weather is all, should be good in a minute or two,” the Doctor rushes out to explain, “and are you positive that was her name?”

“Yes!” Rose replies exasperatedly, “why do you keep asking? Who is she? Why- how do you know each other?” 

The Doctor remains silent, choosing his next words carefully as he slowly walks back to the Blue Box, Rose in tow. “We grew up together…but that's a story for another time.”

“Why another time, why not now? She had the same reaction you're having,” Rose presses, taking a step forwards, cornering the man in between two sets of rails. The Doctor keeps his head low, “Is she your friend, companion, ex?” The Doctor does not even breathe. 

“She’s your ex, huh… girlfriend? fiancee?... wife?” Rose whispers the last title underneath her breath catching the way the Doctor’s breath hitches as he takes in a sharp breath of air.

“So that’s why you could never call anything official?” Rose questions yet she knows the answer. She blinks rapidly, stepping back as she is confused as to how to feel. She knew him to be a centuries old creature, lived longer and will live longer than she ever could, ever would and yet… she couldn’t help but feel disturbed knowing that in the few years they shared together… he hadn’t been entirely truthful. 

“What else are you hiding from me, Doctor?” she whispers underneath her breath. The Doctor remains silent, simply staring down at his converse, gripping the rail behind him with white knuckles. “I thought her to be dead, could feel it up in here,” he points up to his head in explanation.

Rose strides forwards, painted finger poking at his chest, he swears to feel it underneath his suit, gritting his teeth at the pricking feeling that spreads across his warm chest. “But you failed to listen here, didn’t you?” 

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PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

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TARDIS Tricks

Tenth Doctor/Reader (could be any Doctor if you squint)

Summary: In which the TARDIS pulls some matchmaking schemes

The last week had been exhausting. Life with the Doctor usually was, but this week was just a little too much for you. Not just you either, the Doctor was wiped out too.

He pushed the doors of the TARDIS open with a tired sigh, throwing his long brown coat over one of the numerous coral-like branches littered throughout the control room. Then, he made a b-line for his worn-out captain’s chair, slumping into it dramatically. His long, spindly legs stretched out in front of him, making him appear taller than he was - if that was even possible. The way he stretched was more than akin to the characteristics of the cats you had encountered.

You weren’t much more energetic about your entrance, throwing your coat next to his and moving to slump against the circular console.

“Can we please take a break from the running?”

“We haven’t been running that much,” he groaned, though you could tell he was thinking the same thing. He might have ‘superior Time Lord biology’, but he was clearly as tired as you were. Maybe there was a limit to the running he could do.

“Daleks, New New York, then that weird Bio-tech company, followed by the literal end of the universe, and wrap it all up with diamond rain on Saturn.”

“Suppose there has been a lot of running,” the Doctor grumbled again, admitting defeat. “How about a day or two of rest? Get some sleep and relax a bit?”

You nodded, glad he finally understood what you were trying to say. All you wanted was to sleep for at least 8 hours uninterrupted. Ideally, 12 hours.

“Don’t fall asleep in that chair,” you scold, noticing how he already appeared to be half asleep, “you’ll get back pain and then you’ll be insufferable. Go to bed, I know you have one somewhere.”

The Doctor grumbled, not bothering to form a full and coherent sentence. You kicked his leg, not hard enough to truly hurt him, just enough to get him out of the chair. He grumbled again and sat up in the chair, stretching his slender arms above his head.

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

He nodded, already looking slightly more alert. Slightly. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to fall asleep, you decided to head off to your bedroom.

You walked slowly down one of the numerous, winding halls of the TARDIS. You’d walked to your room hundreds, if not thousands, of times by now. You knew exactly where it was, and it wasn’t there. In the space where your door would normally be was… nothing. You tapped around the wall, wondering if perhaps the Doctor replaced your normal door with some kind of seamless door mechanism.

When the wall didn’t yield you let out a frustrated grunt, “What did you do?” you asked the TARDIS, resting your hands on the smooth surface of her walls. The wall was cold to the touch, colder than usual that is. Normally, you felt something when you touched her. The best way you could describe it was a presence. But, at the moment, you felt nothing.

Aggravated, you sulked your way back to the control room.

“Where is my room?” you glared at the Doctor, hands on your hips. Normally, you’d play along. Hide his Sonic Screwdriver or coat somewhere he couldn’t find it. This time, you were far too tired to humor him.

“What d’ya mean?” the Doctor frowned in confusion. “Did you get lost in the hallways again?”

“No, I know where my own room is and it’s not there!”

The Doctor’s frown deepened as he got up from his seat, brushing past you and into the hallway. He took long strides down the corridor, stopping in front of where your room normally was. He slipped his glasses out of his inner pocket, sliding the specs onto the bridge of his nose. His head tilted to the side as his hands ran over the smooth wall, examining the space with his characteristic curiosity.

“Did you do this?”

“What? No, why would I steal your room?” He peered over his shoulder, almost offended that you would suggest such a thing.

“You’ve done weirder things,” you argued, crossing your arms.

“Name one,” the Doctor challenged, mirroring your defensive stance.

“The time you put a pigeon in my shower,” you responded immediately, not needing time to think about weird things the Time Lord had done. It was one of the things you liked best about him, he was constantly strange. It made things fun, but it could also make things incredibly aggravating.

“He needed a bath. Have you met pigeons? They’re filthy.”

“Wash your pigeons in your own shower!”

“That's… that’s not the point here,” he mumbled, clearly deflecting the conversation. “Your room is missing.”

“I noticed,” you deadpanned, not looking away from him. “Can I have it back?”

“I told you, I didn’t take it.” The Doctor threw his hands up defensively.

“Rooms don’t just walk away,” you say, glaring at him. By now, your irritation was bordering on anger. All you wanted to do was fall into your soft bed and not leave until this exhaustion wore off, but you needed a bed to do that.

“Maybe the TARDIS sorted it away,” he shrugged. As if accentuating his point, the TARDIS let out a soft hum. You weren’t even sure it was real at first, maybe it was just the air conditioning kicking on.

“Did she just…?”

The Doctor nodded, confirming your theory that the TARDIS had responded to him. What reason did she have for storing your room away? You were about 98% sure that you still lived on the ship.

“Is this her way of kicking me out?” The TARDIS let out another hum, this one in clear disapproval. Not kicking you out, then.

You let out a small sigh of relief. You’d never admit it, but you had never felt more at home anywhere else in your life. Realistically, that wasn’t because of the TARDIS. It was the Doctor, he could make any place feel like home to you.

“Well then, can I have my room back please?” you asked the TARDIS

The corridor was silent. In fact, the whole ship was silent, if that was even possible.

Something you learned early on in your travels with the Doctor was that the TARDIS was the one really in charge. What she says goes. Always. It doesn’t matter if you were promised a beach vacation and ended up in the middle of winter in Victorian England. And it most certainly didn’t matter if you wanted a bedroom or not. She was a force to be reckoned with, and you respected that.

“I’ll sleep on the couch in the library, we can deal with this in the morning.” You decided it was easier to just let the TARDIS work through whatever tantrum or scheme she was cooking up. Sometimes when traveling with the Doctor it was better to just go with the flow - and that didn’t just apply to ship malfunctions or sleeping arrangements.

You trudged down the corridor, heading for the vast library. It really was an impressive library, even better than the one in Beauty and the Beast. Shelves lined the walls and extended up high for multiple stories. It was easy to get lost in the room because it was so large. Most of the time you just asked the TARDIS for directions if you needed a specific book. Mostly, you just used it as a calm and quiet place to take a break between your chaotic adventures with the Doctor.

Usually, there were at least three couches in the room at a time. Your favorite was a mustard yellow, not a particularly nice color (especially for a couch), but it was beyond comfortable. The issue was that the couch wasn’t there. Furthermore, there wasn’t any couch in the large room.

“Doctor!” you call out loudly, staring blankly at the space where there should be a couch. There were small circles on the wood where the legs of the couch would normally sit, leading you to assume that you weren’t going crazy. The TARDIS had stolen your room and now your favorite couch.

“What’s the issue now?” the Doctor grumbled, rubbing his face tiredly as he strode into the library. He came to a standstill next to you, staring at the empty floor with equal confusion.

“She got rid of the couch.”

“I can see that,” the Doctor said, his eyebrows raising in interest.

“I’m exhausted, I'm grumpy, and I just want to sleep,” you whisper urgently, almost on the verge of tears. It felt silly to be upset over such a small thing, but you were beyond tired. Your brain was functioning on sheer willpower and that was quickly running out.

“I know, I know,” the Doctor whispered sympathetically, gently lifting your face up to look at him. “Look, you can sleep in my room. She hasn’t taken that.”

“That's where you sleep,” you point out, trying not to show how flustered the endearing touch had made you.

“Normally, yes,” the Doctor smiled slightly, finding your response slightly comical. “It’s a nice bed, though I’m not sure it would matter much to you either way at this point.”

“Where would you sleep?” You frown, knowing that he needs the sleep just as much as you do, even if he would never admit it.

“I don’t need to-” he started but cut off once he saw your glare. “I can sleep in the console room, that chair isn’t really that bad,” he amended.

“You’ll hurt your back, I already told you not to fall asleep there.”

“It’s not like we have any other options,” the Doctor shrugged. It wasn’t that big of a deal to him. He would do anything for you, sleeping on a chair that hurt his back was nothing in comparison.

“I’m not letting you sleep in the chair,” you insisted, crossing your arms defensively. “I’ll sleep in the chair.”

“No one is sleeping in the chair!” the Doctor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“I could just sleep on the floor, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“No, I’m not letting you do that,” he said seriously.

“What do you propose then?”

“Well… we could…” the Doctor trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. By now, you knew it as one of his many nervous tics. “We could share the bed,” he finally said, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Share your bed?”

The Doctor nodded, still not fully looking at you. At this point, you were too tired to question it, or even really think about it.

“Can we even do that? Are you ok with that?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t. As you’re comfortable with it,” he said back, his tone only slightly less panicked. He wasn’t even sure when the last time he shared a bed was.

“Alright,” you whisper with a slight blush.

“I’ve never seen your room,” you add after a few seconds.

“You haven’t?”

You shake your head, “it could be a torture dungeon for all I know.”

“It’s- it’s not-” he struggled before realizing you were joking. “It’s a normal bedroom,” he whispered, already walking out of the library.

You smile to yourself and follow him down the hall, the only sound the soft tap of your footsteps. His room wasn’t far from where yours would normally be, just a few turns down the hall and to the left. The door was the same blue as the TARDIS, almost identical to the front doors of the ship.

The Doctor opened the door and slipped inside, leaving it ajar so you could follow.

Whatever you had expected when it came to the Doctor’s room, it wasn’t this. Almost every square inch of the place was covered with things. Gadgets and gizmos, rocks, keys, books, alien-looking things, and-

“Is that Starry Night?” you frown, looking at a framed picture leaning against a corner.

“Oh, yeah, Vincent gave that to me,” the Doctor shrugged like he didn’t have one of the most recognizable paintings in all of history on his bedroom floor.

“Isn’t it supposed to be in the MoMa?”

“That one’s fake. Don't tell anyone though, I’m not really supposed to have this one,” the Doctor shrugged, undoing his tie and slipping it off his neck. You tried to not follow the movement with your eyes, the nimble movement of his hands as he undid the knot capturing your attention.

You looked away embarrassed, turning your attention back to the painting. “Did you steal Starry Night?!”

“No, I told you, Vincent gave it to me,” he frowned at you, wondering if the exhaustion was finally getting to you. He had just told you that.

“And you just… decided to keep it on your bedroom floor? Next to your trash can and first editions of Lord Of The Rings?”

“That’s not a trash can, it’s an artifact from B-739. Priceless, don’t touch it.”

“Right, 'cause that’s the priceless item in here that I’m worried about accidentally defacing.”

“If you’re going to bully my possessions, I’m not gonna let you sleep in here,” he grumbled, a pout barely evident on his face.

“I’ll shut up,” you say, looking around the rest of the room. You kept your comments to yourself, instead taking the time to admire the strange collection of things the Doctor kept in his room. It was like a personal museum of all of time and space. That is if the museum prioritized shiny objects and children’s toys from the early ‘90s.

It was all very him, and you couldn't help but feel safe in the room. Sure, you felt safe everywhere on the TARDIS, but this was different. If you could, you would have spent hours scouring every inch, wanting to learn everything you could about the Doctor.

You tugged your attention the the bed. It wasn’t a small bed, but it also wasn’t ridiculously large for one (albeit, strangely tall) Time Lord. The sheets were dark blue silk with a thick woolen blanket on top, also in a matching blue.

“Do you need PJs?” he asked, poking his head out of the closet he was currently in. The doors were a dark oak with a row of ties hanging on the inside of one. The patterns ranged anywhere from solid colors to cartoon characters from your childhood you had forgotten existed. You smiled as your eyes caught on a brightly colored tie with Winnie the Pooh on it.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you nod, turning your attention back to him. A few moments later he came back into the main room carrying two sets of PJs. You’d only seen the Doctor out of his trademark suit once or twice, for all you knew he just slept in it. Maybe he invented some kind of sleep suit, like a three-piece made entirely out of comfortable knit fabric.

He handed you one set of PJs, a classic striped set. He held in his hands another set, that one also striped, just in a different colorway. You’d never put much thought into what the Doctor wore to bed, but for some reason, this made sense to you.

“Bathroom’s over there,” he tilted his head in the direction of a door in the corner. You took the clothes and made your way over to the room, closing the door gently behind you, the ‘click’ reverberating through the silent space.

There wasn’t anything spectacular about the bathroom. By most standards, it was a perfectly ordinary bathroom. Even still, it’s clear to you who this bathroom belonged to. Various products (mostly ones for hair styling) were scattered across the countertop, but you didn’t feel like it was a mess.

There was a bright, puffy, flower-shaped rug in front of the sink that reminded you of something you might find in a Barbie Dollhouse circa 2002. In contrast, the shower curtain was a bright striped pattern that reminded you of a beach ball. In any other room, the decorations wouldn’t have matched, but knowing this was the Doctor’s doing made it all make sense to you.

You slipped the pajamas on quickly. You looked a little ridiculous in the Doctor’s clothes, like you were playing dress up in his closet. They didn’t fit you perfectly, but that much was expected. Even still, the fabric smelled like the Doctor, leaving you with the aching feeling that he was hugging you. You pressed your nose against the sleeve, breathing in the familiar smell before realizing you were smelling the Time Lord’s pajamas.

You shook yourself out of it and exited the bathroom, poking your head tentatively into the main room. The Doctor was sitting on the bed, having already changed into his PJs. His head turned at the sound of the door, smiling slightly at the sight of you.

“Do y’a need anything else?” he asked.

You shook your head, standing in the doorway awkwardly. Seeing him sitting there, on the bed, made it all seem real. You couldn’t do this. How could you share a bed with the man you had the biggest crush on ever?

“I- well, I can’t-” you stammered, trying to put your thoughts into words. Your brain was tired and panicking, the combination leaving you unable to fully express anything. “I can just sleep on the floor.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, just get in the bed.”

You shift anxiously, tugging at the sleeve of the PJs he gave you. There was no way to explain it to him without admitting your feelings. It was a double-edged sword. Or maybe it was paradoxical. It didn’t really matter.

Begrudgingly, you slide under the covers next to him. You lay like a corpse, your hands firmly tucked at your side as you stare up at the ceiling. He had those ridiculous glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. They weren’t even just haphazardly stuck up there, he took the time to form them into actual constellations. The ones that he’d shown you up close.

You felt a twinge in your heart. It took everything in you not to turn to your side and hug him right now. His hugs felt like oxygen to you. You could be having the worst day ever, but a hug from your favorite alien never failed to brighten it.

The Doctor turned the bedside lamp off, sending the room into darkness. Your eyes were still glued to the stars, their soft glow highlighting them against the black of the room. He settled down in the bed next to you. You felt every single shift as he got comfortable, the feeling of him next to you distracting. It was hard not to think about how much you liked the Time Lord when you were literally in his bed. It was impossible not to feel his presence next to you, the weight of another person weighing down your mind.

“You ok?” the Doctor whispered, pulling you out of your spiral.

“Yeah,” you whispered back. Maybe if you said it, it would be true.

You felt his hand slide against yours, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. You didn’t dare move, you didn’t even pull your gaze from the cluster of glow-in-the-dark stars above your head. Tentatively, he slid his hand into yours.

This wasn’t the first time you had held his hand. Far from it, actually. You held his hand almost every day. It was easy to get lost in space, it was just easier if you held onto each other. But this time was different, the intimacy of it making your heart thunder against your chest.

Neither of you said anything, the silence filling the room. Eventually, your eyes fluttered closed, the fluorescent greenish afterglow of the plastic stars remaining in your mind. It didn’t take long for you to slide out of consciousness, the heavy weight of sleep taking over and dragging you down.

-

You woke up of your own accord, a pleasantry you couldn’t remember the last time you experienced. No droning alarm, blinding rays of early morning sunshine, dogs barking, or anything else of the sort. Just your mind and body, having decided they were thoroughly rested, arising of their own accord - an internal affair rather than an external one.

After the initial fogginess of waking up after hours of deep sleep, you became quickly aware of your surroundings. Not just the Doctor’s bed or even his bedroom, but the Doctor himself. More specifically, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

At some time during the night, the exact timing unbeknownst to either of you, the two of you had found your way into each other’s arms. The action was seamlessly smooth, so much so that it almost felt rehearsed.

Your legs slotted together like expertly crafted puzzle pieces, fitting together in a way that made more sense than it should have. Could legs even fit together? You suppose they must if you were experiencing it. His chin rested on top of your head, his nose occasionally bumping the crown of your head as he shifted and nuzzled in his sleep. Your own head was tucked against his chest, your ear positioned right between his beating hearts.

The steady thumping of the twin organs pumping blood through his system was mesmerizing, the sound strangely familiar and comforting. You could feel the vibrations through your body, the asynchronous beats reverberating around in your head.

Slowly, the panic started to creep in, invading the sense of calm you had felt seconds before. You were in the Doctor’s arms. You woke up in the Doctor’s arms. Even worse, the Doctor was going to wake up and find you in his arms.

As if on cue, the Doctor started to stir awake. Low grumbles left his mouth as he buried his face further into the pillow beneath him. You stiffened, the change in posture immediately noticeable. You cursed yourself for drawing more attention to the situation.

The Doctor looked down at you, his tired brown eyes boring into yours. You blinked slowly, unsure what else to do.

“Good morning,” he whispered groggily, his voice at least an octave deeper than usual. You felt your cheeks heat up, almost certain that a blush was rapidly spreading across your face. He wasn’t moving you away or screaming in horror. If anything, he was holding you tighter now.

“Good morning,” you patored back, unable to form any words of your own. What was there to say? “Sorry, I’m a compulsive sleep cuddler, this totally isn’t because I have a massive crush on you please don’t read into it.”

The Doctor’s thumb rubbed small, concentric circles on the small of your back, his eyes still hung up on your face. You wished he wouldn’t look at you like that, like the most beautiful thing in the whole galaxy, like it was nothing.

As if suddenly realizing what he was doing, the Doctor stopped immediately. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and released his arms from around you, the sudden loss of contact disjointed. You frowned slightly and scooted to the other side of the bed, sitting up in the process.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered hurriedly, his eyes purposefully avoiding you.

“It’s ok, I really don’t mind, I mean honestly it’s probably my fault,” you responded too quickly, your words falling out of you without much thought. “It’s really not that big of a deal,” you lied.

The Doctor finally looked over at you. By now, you were in expert in reading him. The secret was to look in his eyes. It didn’t matter what face he had, his eyes always told you everything you needed to know. You’d never seen them like this, though. An unfamiliar emotion him, a combination of his emotes you were so familiar with creating something you didn’t know. That worried you.

“Yeah,” he whispered, the look gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. He was back to his cheery self in minutes, stretching his body and springing up out of bed. “Let’s get on with it, maybe the TARDIS has found your room. I’d like to go visit The Beatles, what do you think?” he babbled on, striding across his room.

You scrambled out of his bed, almost begrudged to leave the silky warmth of his sheets. You scurried after him, practically running into his back as he came to a sudden stop. An annoyed groan escaped your lips as you peered over him, searching for the cause of the sudden stop.

The Doctor was pulling on his door handle, struggling to get it open.

“Forget how to open a door?”

“I’m over 900, I didn’t forget how to open a door,” he frowned, still tugging on it.

“Let me try,” you pushed him gently out of the way, tugging on the door handle yourself. Sure enough, it refused to budge. You pulled on it again, using both hands this time. Nothing.

Sheepishly, you turn back to the Doctor, ashamed to admit that he was right. “It’s stuck.”

The Doctor crossed his arms and nodded, an ‘I told you so’ look plastered on his face. He swiftly pulls the Sonic Screwdriver out of his pocket, pointing it at the door with his usual flourish. When it does nothing, he presses a few buttons on the device before trying again. After a few minutes of this, he finally gives up and resorts to kicking the door.

“Doctor!” you cry, grabbing his arm and forcibly dragging him away from the door before he can damage it or himself.

“Do you think…” you sigh, feeling guilty for even insinuating such a thing, “that the TARDIS locked us in here?”

“The TARDIS didn’t lock us in my room,” the Doctor says like it’s the most preposterous thing he had ever heard.

In response, the ship lets out a low groan of disagreement. More versed in the language of the ship, the Doctor noticed first. “You locked us in here?!” he hisses at seemingly nothing, but you know who it’s directed at. The TARDIS hums again, this time in a more approving tone.

“Why?” you butt in to ask. You’re met with nothing but silence.

“I don’t think she’s going to answer that,” the Doctor whispers in your general direction. The ship lets out another hum of approval.

You groan loudly, throwing your hands up in defeat. Not knowing what else to do, you slump back down onto the Doctor’s bed. You sit there for a few seconds just staring at the carpet (‘90s arcade patterned, of course) before the mattress dips next to you. You pull your eyes way from the garish carpet to look at the Doctor, his face equally as dejected as yours.

“I suppose there are worse places to be stuck,” you offer, “could be Mars.”

“There’s more to explore on Mars.”

“There aren’t ‘priceless’ artifacts from B-739, a mobile of the solar system that I’m pretty sure is intended for children, a box of Hotwheels cars, and a collection of pirate maps all in the same corner.”

“The mobile was a gift,” the Doctor defended.

“That’s what you got from all of that?” you chuckle. “It’s like the world's most clustered, excentric, space museum in here.”

“I don’t really sleep in here much. I suppose it’s just become a storage room of sorts,” the Doctor says sheepishly, almost embarrassed to be this open with someone. Sharing this much of his life with you felt strangely raw.

“I think it’s perfect,” you smile, the expression lighting up your whole face, “it’s very you. Chaotic, unorganized, other-worldly, and… beautiful,” you whispered, eyes scanning across the room. It didn’t matter how much you looked at it, there always seemed to be something new and fascinating to look at.

The Doctor, on the other hand, was looking at you. He was flabbergasted at how interested you seemed in it all. The tiny twinkle in your eye reminded him of all the stars he had shown you, all of the alien planets and beautiful corners of space. Yet, you weren’t looking at something particularly odd or beautiful, you were looking at his room. His messy, haphazard collection of strange objects and patterns.

Then, you turned that curious gaze in his direction. He felt his hearts speed up, a subtle but noticeable shift within his body. It was a nasty habit, his body getting excited every time you looked at him like that. He was 903, pretty people smiling at him shouldn’t make him react this way. Yet, you did.

-

Neither of you could figure out what the TARDIS wanted from you, so you eventually gave up trying. There was no point in fighting with the ship, both of you knew that was a losing battle.

You read the Doctor’s first edition of The Hobbit in the comfy warmth of his bed. In that time, the Doctor opted to pace back and forth and fiddle with the door relentlessly. Finally, he gave up and joined you on the bed.

“Do you have any ideas of why we’re in here?” he asked, pulling the book from your hands. You let him slip the paperback from your hands, throwing it on the duvet without bothering to mark your place in the book.

“If I did, we wouldn’t be in here,” you pointed out, looking at the discarded book longingly. The Doctor popped his head back into your field of vision, clearly not taking ‘no’ for an answer.

“It has to do with both of us, otherwise she wouldn’t have hidden your room.”

“Maybe she just thinks we need a few days off.”

The Doctor shakes his head, “She wouldn’t lock us in a room for that, she would just refuse to fly anywhere.”

“Maybe she thinks we’re fighting. Are we fighting?”

“Not that I know of,” he shrugs.

“I didn’t think so. Maybe we pissed her off?”

The Doctor shook his head again, “she doesn’t seem mad.” You didn’t need to question any further, you knew that the Doctor could read the TARDIS’ emotions better than his own sometimes.

“If it’s not anger, what is it?”

“Annoyance?” he said. You couldn’t tell if he was guessing or just generally unsure.

“Has she ever done this before?”

“Once she locked me out of the ship when I complained about her never taking me where I wanted to go, but this is different.”

“Have you said anything mean about her lately?” you asked more out of curiosity than animosity, but the Doctor interpreted it as the latter. He could be quite sensitive.

“No! Have you?”

“I have nothing but love and respect for the ship. She has put up with you longer than any of us ever could.” The TARDIS hummed in agreement while the Doctor scowled.

“I don’t know what we did!” he groans, falling back dramatically on the bed.

“Are you hiding something from me? A big secret?” you say as if you aren’t the one hiding feelings for the other.

The TARDIS lets out a quiet hum that lets you know you’re on the right track and you grin, poking the Doctor.

“I’m not hiding anything!” he swats you away, “maybe you’re the one hiding things away.”

You shake your head. For a second the two of you just look at each other. It’s hard not to get lost in his deep brown eyes, they’re endless pools of wisdom that can only come from centuries of living. Beneath the wary tiredness and stoic armor you can see who he really is, a lost wanderer looking for a place to call home. It was foolish, but you secretly wished you could be that home.

“You have really nice eyes,” the Doctor whispered.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” you whisper back.

“You were also thinking about how nice your eyes are?” he frowns in confusion.

You laugh, a smile taking over your face at his blatant obliviousness. “No, I was thinking your eyes are nice. I like them.”

“Oh… thank you?”

You nod, momentarily getting lost in his eyes again. Your mind was a mess, a kaleidoscope of him, the TARDIS, and your feelings for the former. You wanted so desperately to tell him how you felt, as you often did. Albeit, now was not the opportune moment. If he reacted poorly, you’d still be stuck in the room with him for an unknown amount of time.

And then it hit you. The TARDIS wanted you to admit something. She knew you had a secret, she maybe even knew what the secret was.

“Doctor?” you whisper shakily, surprised to find your voice uncertain and wavy.

“Mhm?” He pulled his attention to you.

“I just wanted to say that I love you.”

The room was silent for a moment. Neither of you moved or said a word, the normally quiet sounds of breathing and movement heightened by the lack of words between you.

“You too,” he finally said, his voice quiet. You knew admitting feelings was hard for him, especially when it came to things like love, so you couldn’t really blame him for the lackluster response.

You nodded, “I mean as more than a friend.”

“I know.”

Now it was your turn to sit in silence, your brain whirling as it tried to process his words. Was it hopeful to assume that he felt the same? That was what he had said, no?

“I’m very fond of you,” he added, sensing your confusion on the matter. “As more than a friend.”

You studied his eyes again. That unfamiliar look was back. For a minute you entertained the thought that it might be a look of admiration, love even.

The Doctor moved his hand into yours, his thumb brushing across the back of your hand. It was a normal action from him, but it still sent your stomach into a frenzy.

“It’s quite an inconvenience, honestly. Makes it hard to get anything properly done when you’re around.”

You chuckle, a small smile forming on your lips.

“You’re my favorite distraction,” he said earnestly. In his own way, it was his way of saying you were the most fascinating, beautiful, unique, and magnificent thing he had ever seen. He’d rather have a day with you than centuries with anyone or anything else.

He leaned closer to you, his face hovering inches away from yours. He waited, giving you time and space to move away or protest. When you didn’t, he slowly closed the gap.

His lips connected with yours, the kiss short and light, but it conveyed the years of affection and yearning. He pulled away, both of you smiling like love sick idiots.

Satisfied, the TARDIS opened the door with a click, the sound echoing around the room.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

<The 10th Doctor’s Favorite Moments with You>

A/n: My favorite Doctor.

For all his adventures across time and space, for all the planets he’s visited and the battles he’s fought, the moments he treasures most are the ones with you.

And while he has many, these are just a few that he hold's close to his heart's

1. The Moment He Realized He Loved You

It wasn’t some grand, dramatic event. No, it was quiet. Simple. Perfect.You both were sitting outside the TARDIS, watching a nebula slowly shift colors, its glow reflecting in your eyes. You were laughing at something he said, leaning back against his arm, completely at ease.And it just hit him—like a tidal wave.

'Oh, I love her. I love her, and I don’t know what to do with that.'

He didn’t say it then—not yet. But his entire universe shifted in that moment, and he knew he was yours, completely.

2. The First Kiss (A Mistletoe Incident)

You had decorated the TARDIS for Christmas, humming softly to yourself, completely unaware of how utterly breathtaking you looked.The TARDIS, being the mischievous old girl she was, materialized a sprig of mistletoe above you both.

You looked up, rolled yours eyes, and said, “Oh, really?”

The Doctor tried to brush it off, playing cool. But you smirked. “Well, it’s tradition, isn’t it?”

And then you kissed him.

It was soft at first, playful, until he finally let go and kissed you back like he was drowning, like you were oxygen.

And oh, he was done for.

3. When you Told Him you were Pregnant

He never thought he’d have a family. Never even let himself dream of it.But then one day, you stood in front of him, a quiet smile on your lips, your hands resting over your belly.

"Doctor,” you whispered, “we’re having a baby.”

He froze. His brilliant, endless mind—capable of processing the entire fabric of time—just stopped working.

A baby. His baby....your baby.

He fell to his knees in front of you, pressing his hands to your stomach, laughing and crying all at once.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to where the child grew.It was the first time in his very long life that he felt truly, undeniably whole.

4. The Time you both Got Stuck in 1920s Paris and Had to Dance your Way Out of Trouble.

He swore it was an accident. They were supposed to be undercover, investigating a time anomaly.But somehow, you ended up at a grand masquerade ball, and you were absolutely dazzling in a vintage silk dress.The trouble? The only way out was blending in—which meant dancing.

“Doctor,” you whispered as they twirled across the ballroom floor, “are we on a date right now?”

“Oh, definitely not,” he lied, even though his hearts were pounding. “Just, you know, dancing. Casually. Undercover. Nothing romantic at all.”

You grinned. “Right. Not romantic at all.”

(Spoiler: It was the most romantic night of his entire life.)

5. The Night He Sang to his Newborn Baby

You had finally fallen asleep after hours of labor, exhaustion written across your face.

The baby—so tiny, so impossibly perfect—was wrapped in a soft blue blanket, staring up at him with sleepy eyes.

He held her carefully, as if she was made of stardust, his hearts nearly bursting with love.And without thinking, he started to sing—a quiet, old Gallifreyan lullaby, one he barely remembered from his childhood.

You stirred, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes, your lips curling into a soft smile. “You’re a good dad, Doctor.”

And in that moment, he believed you.

6. The First “Ordinary” Day

No running. No saving planets. Just you, just them. Just his family.

He made pancakes (horribly burned, but you ate them anyway).

You both sat on the floor, playing with the kids, laughing, teasing, just being.

He watched you tuck your Oliver’s hair behind his ear, the same way you always did. He watched you soothe your Millie’s tears after a scraped knee. He watched you throw your head back in laughter as Lucas chased Evie through the TARDIS corridors.

This is what life could be like, he thought. This is what it means to be happy.He had saved galaxies, rewritten history, fought impossible wars.But this—this was his favorite adventure.

7. The Time You Told Him, “No Matter What, I Choose You”

There were moments when he doubted himself. Moments when he feared he’d ruin your life, that you'd deserved better.

But every single time, you picked him.

“Doctor, I know what I’m doing,” you had said once, taking his face in your hands. “I love you. I choose you. Every time.”

Every time.

And he realized then—you weren't going anywhere.

He wasn’t alone. He would never be alone again.

8. The Time you both Sat on the TARDIS Roof, Watching the Stars.

Just the two of you, sitting in comfortable silence, wrapped in a shared blanket.Your head rested against his shoulder, your fingers laced through his.The universe stretched out before you—endless, infinite, waiting.

“Doctor?” You murmured.

“Mm?”

“What if we just… stayed here? Like this? Forever?”

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Forever sounds good to me.”

9. Every Time You say His Name , Like It’s a Prayer

When you say his name softly, full of love.When you call for him in a moment of danger, trusting he’ll always come.When you whisper it in the quiet, curled up against him, knowing he’s listening even when you don't say another word.Every single time you say "Doctor,” he falls in love with you all over again.

10. Every Single Day He Wakes Up Next to You.

Because every moment is his favorite when it’s with you.

You are is his greatest adventure.And he wouldn’t trade a single second for all the time in the universe.

[meshla-cyarika]

[midniqhtt]

9th, 10th, and 11th doctor

masterlist • 03/27/25

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9th doctor

𑣲 it was quite a sunny day today I @lz-didyounotice

10th doctor

𑣲 psychic paper I @magiccath

In which the psychic paper betrays the Doctor

𑣲 a very noble christmas I @/magiccath

In which Donna is really fed up with her love-sick best friends and calls in Wilf for backup.

𑣲 distracted I @/magiccath

In which the Doctor can be very distracting

𑣲 for all time I @simp-ly-writes

Many, Many worlds ago you were married to the Doctor. That was until a war tore your home planet and species apart and you were part of the lucky handful that managed to make your way out into the universe- alive. As you go through many regenerations of yourself, you run into the Master, an old friend of yours that you faintly remember. He tells you of the Doctor, warns you of your spouse and from then on, you are on a mission to never interact with him. Should be easy... right?

𑣲 i just wanted to I @gracesimp

The Doctor is oblivious. Donna is not.

𑣲 soulmates I @/gracesimp

it's rare, but sometimes in the universe, people meet their soulmate. Upon first touch with one's soulmate,a connection is formed. A physical and mental bond. What happens when the Doctor meets his soulmate?

𑣲 jealousy I @/gracesimp

the doctor isn't too pleased with his companion's new friend. Donna gets inlvoved in some overdue matchmaking.

𑣲 not leaving you I @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

𑣲 silly human traditions I @nghtwngs

you’ve never had a new year’s kiss before. neither has the doctor. you decide to change that tonight.

𑣲 devoid of attention I @raz-writes-the-thing

The Doctor is oblivious as per usual

𑣲 amazing I @elletheactualmenace

11th doctor

𑣲 the words i don’t mean I @arting-block

After a stressful day, you overhear Amy arguing with the Doctor. When he realized you heard everything, he tries to set things right.

𑣲 illusion I @the-fiction-witch

𑣲 dangerous habits I @social-mockingbird

𑣲 a day in I @cloginthedrain

reader reflects on her curiously romantic, unspoken relationship with the doctor. cuteness ensues.

𑣲 my john I @watchoutforthefanfics

At the news of an unknown distress call from the Tardis, the Doctor must go undercover. With the trust of thousands of years, he places himself (both watch and being) into your hands. Enter Dr. John Smith (not really a medical doctor just has his doctorate) your new roommate.

𑣲 selfishly, i love you I @mystic-writings

after two years of being burdened with love for the doctor, you make the choice to leave him behind. 

𑣲 safest place in the universe I @holly-the-trash-writer

Y/n wakes up to find that the Doctor fell asleep on her. Which would be normal if Time Lords slept. Upon waking the Doctor explains just how much she means to him.

𑣲 you’ve changed I @11thsdoctress

After an argument with The Doctor, and leaving the TARDIS, you went back to your semi-normal life, but due to some nightmares, and maybe fate, you never thought you would meet the same alien with a new face.

[dreamtheatre]

how do you think your favorite doctor(s) would act when they're sick or injured and their companion is caring for them? does that make any sense lol

a/n ooo I have ideas for this one!

Pairing: 10/11/12 Doctors x GN!Reader Fandom: Doctor Who Genre: headcannons Word Count: 815 Warnings: slight mentions of injuries

10th Doctor

"what!?"

he would deny needing help, but with enough pleading and puppy-dog-eyes you would eventually get him to settle down enough to let you stop him from going on an adventure

"i'm fine!"

"you got stabbed by a half-platypus-half-jaguar-half-whatever-the-hell-that-thing-was alien on a jungle planet, doctor. you're not fine."

you would try to get him to stay in bed, but whenever you left his room for more than a minute you'd return to find him either jumping up and down on the bed or running around the TARDIS halls.

"i can't just sit around doing nothing all day!" although when you were around in his room he found it fine to sit around.

eventually, you and the TARDIS ganged up on him and the TARDIS locked the door to his room, only opening it when you wanted to leave.

the TARDIS also moved your things to his bedroom so that you could make sure he didn't do anything silly while his injury was being healed, and when his wound had finally healed, both you and the time lord came to a silent mutual agreement that your things wouldn't be moving back.

11th Doctor

like his previous regeneration, he would be in denial that he had any sort of injury whatsoever, even after seeing the results from the TARDIS scan.

you and the TARDIS had to force him away from the console room into his bedroom.

when you lounged around the TARDIS for the next couple of hours, you heard him banging at his door (which the TARDIS had locked) and he only stopped when you finally opened the door for him.

"...yes?"

there would be silence before he spoke meekly. "if you're going to force me in here... at least keep me company?" you weren't exactly complaining.

for the next couple of days, you would help the timelord change his bandages with the assistance of the TARDIS and bring food to him (three whole days of endless requests of jammie dodgers and fish fingers and custard... the only reason you coped was because it was the doctor asking).

he would 100% seek any form of physical contact with you, if you were okay with that. he would lay his head on your shoulder while you watched your favourite TV show. not his, since he stated he didn't have one (he did, but he wanted to watch whatever you wanted to watch). he would fall asleep with his head in your lap as you read whatever book the TARDIS gave you aloud to him.

after he recovered, he would remember all the things you let slip during your conversations with him. your favourite place that you had travelled to with him so far (he would take you back), your favourite foods and drinks, and any place you wanted to go. whatever you asked, the doctor would gladly give to you.

12th Doctor

this doctor would try endlessly to convince you that he's just fine

he's a time lord, after all, a simple, common human cold would not affect him! (that's what he kept telling himself, choosing to ignore the constant coughs and sniffles that escaped from him)

when you ask him if he's alright when you witness him fall asleep for the first time (the doctor... sleeping! you never thought you'd see this day), he waves you off and takes you on an adventure

little did he know that that adventure would end in you dragging him back to the TARDIS after he offended some kind of turtle-human alien hybrid race and was too sick to defend the two of you

after that, the doctor continues to grumble and complain when you insist on not going on any adventures for a while (he secretly is grateful, but he'd never tell you that)

you'd find him asleep in the most random places - on the floor of the console room, in the library... etc

noticing how he's intentionally ignoring your asks to help him, you and the TARDIS work together to find little ways to make him feel better.

you prepare tea in the kitchen and get the TARDIS to send it to his room for him with a small note along the lines of "get better soon!" from you. you make him the comfort meal the two of you found together when you travelled. you send him new books to read and sheet music to play on his guitar

in his absence (he refuses to let you in his room to see him in such a weak state), you find a new guitar appear in your room and you start to teach yourself how to play. you learn a few basic chords and begin to build up your skills until one day, you notice someone standing behind you.

"doctor?"

"yes?"

"are you okay now?"

"yes."

there would be a silent pause before the doctor offered tentatively to teach you how to play the guitar properly, and only a short pause before you agreed.

the doctor would never admit that it was him who gifted you the guitar, though

end xx dreamtheatre requests are open! .

[raz-writes-the-thing]

A Little Paradox Never Hurt Nobody (Doctor Who One-Shot)

Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: It's been six months since Eleven joined you both, and it's safe to say things have escalated a little.

CW: smut, threesome, filthy stuff im so proud of this

DW: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine @blueberry-sunshines @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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See, the thing about Time Lords is that they are notoriously competitive. Particularly Time Lords of different regenerations in the same place at the same time. Particularly Time Lords of different regenerations in the same place at the same time who both had (or was it has?) the same companion. Said companion was you. Said Time Lords were the Tenth and the Eleventh regenerations of the Doctor. 

When the eleventh Doctor had spouted his way out of a portal and into the tenth’s console room, there had been rather a lot of shouting, a lot of confusion, and a lot of use of the word ‘paradox.’ Quite frankly, if you never heard that word ever again it would be far too soon. 

After that, there was a lot of discussion around Eleven not being able to be there because he already knew how all this was going to go. All the things Ten had yet to live, Eleven had already been through and while it was general knowledge that one should not attempt to change one’s own past- one was not always able to control oneself if that particular opportunity should arise. 

They’d tried pretty hard at first to figure out how to get him back. There was some ‘timey wimey’ reason as to why they couldn’t just use the TARDIS, and that had been about the extent of time and space travel knowledge you had, so you didn’t put any other suggestions in after that. 

And so, Eleven was still with you six months later. 

You didn’t know, of course, that Eleven still had you with him after Ten was due to regenerate in the future, not that you knew when that was, but what you also didn’t know until about a month into Eleven’s presence was that your relationship with Ten continued on with Eleven after a brief adjustment period. Fair enough. 

And then Ten found out, and as they were both technically (but also not really) the same person, you ended up sleeping with them both. It had been their idea, though you were pretty sure that it had just sort of happened and they decided to take the credit. 

Anyway, all this to say- Ten and Eleven knew how to play your body like a violin, and when they worked together it was as if they moved in tandem. It’s own kind of chaotic different to when they were feuding. They did that a lot too, to be fair. 

Today it seemed as though they wanted to work as one. Riling you up every way they knew how. Lingering touches in bed, a hard squeeze on the way past you, whispered words of desire in corridors and spare rooms. Ten had rutted himself up against your thighs at some point and had unfortunately had to leave before he or yourself could finish- some urgent TARDIS thing. 

Eleven had you pressed into the wall of his bedroom and had you grind yourself silly on his thigh. You’d not been able to get off, and Eleven had tutted when you’d whined that you needed more. You’d practically begged him, but he’d said no- “later, Petal.” 

Things had continued on like that, teasing and close calls where whomever it was teasing you had to run for whatever reason. 

Of course- they’d been planning it that way. The two of them, working together to get you as desperate as they possibly could so that when they finally had at you, you’d succumb to the pleasure with no thoughts left in your pretty little head. 

“Oh, look at that,” Ten said from behind you, pinning your legs open with his own. You made some sort of sound- you weren’t even sure it sounded human. “Haven’t even been fucking into you for that long yet- already fucked dumb, love.” 

Ten’s hands were wrapped around your waist, squeezing comfortingly as Eleven laid one hand on your knee and the other on your breast, flicking at the nipple while he fucked his hard cock into you over and over without mercy. 

“Mm- she does, rather, doesn’t she?” Eleven commented, taking the hand on your breast to grab you by the chin and turn your face side to side. With your muscles so lax, you didn’t fight the motion, and Eleven wasn’t being rough with you anyway (yet) so it wasn’t a big deal. You whimpered, eyes screwing shut and head lolling against Ten’s shoulder. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you, love?” 

You could barely form a response, tears welling as Eleven found a particularly good spot and rammed his cock into it repeatedly. Your muscles were non-existent by this point, having been eaten out twice and fingered to completion once on top of that as well. Ten had to keep your legs spread with his own, and he did so without complaint. Getting to see Eleven fuck you silly over the top of your shoulder was more than enough of an incentive for him. 

On top of barely being able to form a response to anything your boys were saying, you could barely keep your eyes open. You were so cockdrunk that nothing was registering for you except the deep thrusting of Eleven’s cock into your g-spot over and over like a mantra you never wanted to end. 

And because you were unable to keep your eyes open for more than two seconds at a time, you didn’t notice Ten’s fingers trailing over your hips to rub at your clit. You felt it though, and Ten had to tighten his muscles to keep you from snapping your legs shut around Eleven’s hips. 

“Oh, my darling,” Ten cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of your ear. “I know, darling. I know, love. It’s so much. It’s too much. You can do it, oh yes, I know you can. You’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” It was all you could do to not start crying with the overstimulation. 

And it wasn’t to say you didn’t feel good. You felt fucking amazing, so so good, but it was so much. So much pleasure firing through your nerve endings. You could feel how puffy and swollen your lips were stretched around Eleven and it only served to make you cry out louder. 

“Hush now, dear,” Eleven said, pressing his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You didn’t argue, whole body limp against their whims. Whatever they wanted, you would give it to them. Anything at all. 

Eleven grinned breathily, and fucked up into you harshly, not seeming to care how fucked out you were in the slightest. You wriggled against the fingers on your clit, and clung to Ten as though he were your lifeline. 

“There there,” Ten said softly, fingers rubbing tight little circles. “Oh, darling, oh yes, I know. He’s so mean to you, isn’t he? Mhm. Oh yes.” 

Eleven grumbled though it evened out into a moan when your cunt fluttered around him. His head dropped forward, already mussed hair falling into a curtain in front of his eyes. He gave his hips a few especially hard rolls, and your eyes fazed out onto the ceiling above you. 

“Oh, look at that, Doctor,” Ten said, cooing and shushing you comfortingly. “We thought she was fucked out before. Look at her now. Maybe we should give her a break, eh?” 

Eleven grunted, hips rocking softly now for a moment, giving himself time to think on it. 

“Nah, don’t think so,” Eleven replied, getting back into his rhythm. 

Ten’s fingers revived their assault, rubbing against you with such ferocity that you were afraid you might actually combust. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as your body forced you to climax again, the pleasure bordering on pain with how intense it was. Your clit almost felt like it was burning- and yet you didn’t want it to stop. Ten shushed you gently, rubbing his nose along the shell of your ear and pressing kisses to your sweaty hair as your body spasmed between them. 

Your cunt contracting harshly around Eleven forced him to cum, ropes of his seed painting inside you. The heat of them- warmer than a humans- filled you up so nicely that you were genuinely concerned under the foggy waves of pleasure that you might start crying. 

Eleven rode his high out with your body, no care given for your poor overstimulated cunt, and finally when the last rolls of pleasure were done with him, he pulled himself out. He did so slowly, and you grimaced slightly at the tug of your puffy walls around him. 

Eleven cooed and pressed a kiss to your cheek to placate you. 

Ten let his legs slide down the bed, and yours followed accordingly, unable to hold themselves up for even another minute more. God, you were well and truly fucked. Literally, not figuratively (at the moment, anyway). You lolled back against him, nuzzling your cheek into his neck. 

You hadn’t even noticed Eleven leave, but you definitely noticed him returning, towel in hand and water dripping off his face. Ah, he’d gone to clean up. 

“Now, Ten, dearest, are you planning to fuck her before we all retire for the evening?” Eleven asked without much charm. He was just like that. You didn’t take offence. In fact, his crass command of language was one of the things that made you love him more. “Only asking in relation to clean up, of course.” 

You could feel Ten hard against your backside, and you gave a half-hearted attempt to grind up against him. You were quite sore, but you wouldn’t say no if he wanted to use you.

“Can fuck ‘er tits if you like,” Eleven added, noting the way your legs subconsciously closed themselves. The ache was intense, but you considered it an added bonus to the pleasure you’d just been subjected to. 

“Oh, big load of charming you are,” Ten scolded. “Blimey, you’re lucky I was there to lay the foundations for you both or you’d have had no chance.” 

“Now, now, boys,” you said- the first words in a fair while to come out of your mouth and it was to stop them bickering. Even your voice sounded as though it had been thoroughly ravaged. 

“Can I?” The Doctor asked, turning his attention back to you. One of his hands squeezed at your tit, and you swore you could feel the lust rolling off him in waves from that one action alone. You nodded tiredly. Of course, he could. 

Ten leaned you forward so he could escape from behind you. Eleven took his spot without issue, pulling you up to sit against him rather than lay against him as you did with Ten. 

Eleven brushed the hair behind your ear as Ten positioned himself in front of you. You looked up at his eager face, running a hand over his chest and down over his tummy to wrap around his upper thigh. 

Just as you were about to let go and hold your breasts together for him, Eleven’s big, warm hands took their place, pressing against your skin, one forefinger flicking at a nipple quickly just to tease. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” Ten breathed, dribbling some lube onto your tits. “So brilliant, love. Just like that- oh, yes- f-fuck.” 

“Look at him,” Eleven whispered hotly into your ear. “Not even started yet and already stuttering.” 

You let out a giggle of a whimper, and Ten’s hips started to rock against you. Your tired arms wrapped around the backs of his thighs, giving his ass a little squeeze. 

Ten groaned, fucking your tits desperately. He wasn’t going to last long after having been teasing you and therefore himself as well all day, and it was barely another two minutes before his cock was starting to twitch and he started to moan with that lilt that he always did when he was close to spilling. 

“Please,” you whined, head dropping back against Eleven’s shoulder. “Ten, please- Doctor-” 

“Well, you heard the lady,” Eleven tutted, pushing your tits together that little bit harder to create a touch more friction for him. “You’d better cum then, shouldn’t you?” 

Ten groaned, throwing his head back and exposing his gorgeous neck to you both. Eleven nipped at the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp. 

“Cum on me, please- I need it,” you whined, brows drawing inwards in desperation. Ten seemed to finally hear you, and he let out a desperate little ‘o-hoh, yes, fuck-’ and he was cumming, spilling over your tits, rolling his hips back and forth to make sure he got the most out of his orgasm. 

You groaned pleasurably as Eleven let go of your breasts. A drip of cum dribbled off the curve of your tit and onto Eleven’s hand, who deftly and without hesitation licked it up. 

You were so fucked out and so busy thinking about how covered in spend you were that you barely noticed as Ten decided to collapse softly on top of you both. He snuggled close, not caring about the fact that he was now also covered in his own cum as well, and you huffed out a grunt. 

“Oh, that’s just lovely,” Eleven said sarcastically, now being crushed under two grown people. “Now I’m trapped. I suppose you’re both happy, aren’t you?” 

You giggled out a nod, and you could see Ten trying to contain his laughter as well. 

“Alright,” you say, yawning tiredly. Wow, that came out of nowhere. Suddenly you were oh-so-tired. “Ten minutes of cuddles and then it’s group shower time, yes?” 

“Maybe fifteen,” Ten replied tiredly. 

“Yes, dears,” Eleven added, and you could hear the affectionate roll of his eyes. 

Was it wrong, perhaps, to wish that Eleven would stay forever? Possibly. Was it going to stop you from wishing it quietly to yourself anyway? 

Absolutely not.

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Defying Time

Tenth Doctor x gn!Reader

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Summary: The Doctor is afraid of losing you and starting a relationship, even after kissing you. You are trying to prove that it's all worth it.

Tags: angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2,3K

The TARDIS was making a low, pleasant hum as you gazed at the stars and planets from your favourite spot.

You often asked the Doctor to take you there, it was your beloved place to go after all your recent adventures. Your requests were not in flying to some planet, because your favourite spot in the universe was the TARDIS herself, but going to the planets and stars to watch them from your spaceship.

It was a bisolar system, with many vibrant orange, yellow, and slightly brown planets circling very closely around two suns and a nebula nearby. There was no life there, but there was somehow coziness to it. It was your version of a space fireplace. You used to fly up to the TARDIS at a fairly safe distance, after which the Doctor activated an additional shield and opened the outer door, where you both sat down, dangling your feet into infinity and talking for an infinity.

It was always so great, sitting comfortably side by side in the doorway of the TARDIS and swinging your legs in the blackness of space, your faces were illuminated by a warm yellow and orange light. You and the Doctor were used to discuss the latest happenings and moments, share stories from the past, muse about future plans and then you usually sat silent together, enjoying the warmth of nearby stars and each other.

Lately, in moments like that, he liked to take your hand in his and draw different circular shapes with his thumb, just gazing at the kaleidoscope of stars and planets, not being able to look directly at you and barely hiding a happy smile.

This time you were also sitting there like that, but you hardly talked and everything was different.

Because you had kissed earlier that day.

You spent the whole day on another spaceship, saving its crew and escaping from the danger yourself. You had to split up with the Doctor, and you went to the compartment where the dangerous alien ended up being too. When you finally managed to get rid of it, you rushed to the Doctor, meeting him in the hallway, where he was already hastening towards you. When he saw that you were safe and sound, realizing that he hadn't lost you, he couldn't hold back his feelings any longer. Just like you.

It was pure adrenaline, you kissed passionately, embracing each other tightly, hands tangling in his hair. You didn't have a second to think, your bodies were doing everything on their own, everything that you should have done long ago, because both of you couldn't contain all the feelings that had been overwhelming you for a much time.

But you were quickly interrupted by the crew members coming up to you, stunning with the news that that the alien monster was not in fact the only one here, so you had to run again and come up with a new plan.

And that was a moment the Doctor got what he was both the best and sometimes the worst at. Time to think. Too much time to think.

During which he almost lost you again, in front of his own eyes this time, deciding that it was all too much. Precisely, remembering once again all the reasons why he had condemned himself to his own solitude and found confirmation of the correctness of his decision one more time.

Therefore, after you had saved the crew of the spaceship, you went to your own ship and, having reached your favorite place of the bisolar system, just sat there without saying a word to each other about what had happened. Or rather, you tried, but the Doctor's whole attitude said you shouldn't.

You knew he didn't think it was an accident or a mistake, but he couldn't approve of it either. You understood what was the matter because you had known him long enough and well enough to have a mere idea of what was going on in his head at that moment.

He held your hand, gently tracing circles on your skin with his thumb. Sometimes he would look you in the eye, but still wouldn't say anything. In that warm orange light, his chocolate eyes and freckles seemed even more expressive.

You looked lovingly at those freckles and once again saw beautiful constellations on his face that you swear you could redraw onto a starry sky map by connecting them all.

"Doctor, I..." you broke the silence, unable to watch the moment slipping away any longer as the Doctor was overthinking it more and more.

"No," the Doctor interrupted you quietly but firmly.

"Why?" you asked plaintively, already knowing the answer to that question. In response, the Doctor just gave you a pleading look that could barely hide the pain.

"I know that you've been through a lot, lost a lot of people.… But surely this shouldn't happen every time, should it?"

The Doctor only slightly curled his lips into a bitter smile.

"In the end, it is us who choose this fate, we, your companions. It's not your fault that someone leaves or... or..."

"Dies," The Doctor finished it for you, "Y/N, I don't want to, I can't experience that again! Especially not with you."

"Doctor, I'm not going to die anytime soon. And besides, it's not you who would die! You shall live on, as always. You will continue your journey. You've seen it a hundred times, you should have gotten used to it. This does not mean that you need to keep your distance from everyone now on. If I were you..."

"You don't know what you're talking about," he snapped darkly.

"If I were a Time Lord, I would be more courageous, because I would have all the time and all the wisdom in the world, especially when the other person doesn't mind," you finished your thought.

"Thank gods you're not a Time Lord!" The Doctor jumped to his feet, angry, "And I would pray every day you won't understand what that means!"

You got to your feet after the Doctor and delicately took his hands in yours, trying to calm him down and reassure. He pulled his hands away from yours with a hesitation and looked away, shaking his head slightly, making a bad attempt to say "no" to your relationship.

"Doctor..." you began softly, taking his hands in yours again and lightly rubbing circles with your thumbs. So, you stood there in silence for some time, until you continued, "I've noticed that lately you've been drawing the same circles on my skin a lot. On my arm when we're sitting like this. On my back when you're hugging me. On my shoulder, if we're standing and talking to someone. Are these symbols in Gallifreyan?"

He returned the surprised look to you, without responding to it.

"What do they mean, what do you want to tell me all this time?"

"Is it really necessary to say it out loud?" The Doctor asked seriously, looking into your eyes. His expression was almost unreadable due to the huge mix of different feelings that were intertwined inside him. You stood silent.

"Is it?" he repeated in a quiet breaking voice.

After a moment, that felt like an eternity to him, you finally said:

"I love you too, Doctor."

He looked at you with his mouth slightly open, shocked. His eyebrows seemed pleading.

The Doctor didn't know what to say anymore, but he desperately wanted to protect himself and you from the pain that he thought would follow soon enough. Especially soon by his own measurements. So, he found nothing better than, after some hesitation, to gently touch your temples with his long fingers. You felt the heat of his hands along with the light chill of his very fingertips.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, but you have to see this, to feel it at least a little bit to truly understand me," the Doctor whispered.

After that, by the power of his telepathy, he began to translate some of the memories and emotions that he had experienced over the past decades. Sarah Jane, Martha Jones, Donna Noble. Rose. There were many other people he had met and lost during his adventures. You felt his joy, and then his pain after every face you saw. Tears started flowing down your cheeks. You understood that he hadn't shown you even half of his life, especially the loss of his home planet, his people, his family. All these were carefully chosen memories of the Doctor, so as not to drive you completely devastated.

And then you saw yourself. Saw and sensed in his memories the vivid feeling of how he met you, how you started traveling together. Every feature of you, your smile, your voice, your words, your shared memories. The joy of every moment that made his and your hearts flutter and beat so fast. You began to feel overwhelmed by emotions of such power that it was difficult to breathe – it was more intense than anything he had shown you before. Everything seemed and felt to be like in a golden glow.

And then it all went out into the darkness.

You understood, or rather, you could only imagine what could happen to the Doctor when all this would be over. He looked at you, barely holding back tears himself, with a face full of ache and despair. And love, so strong, which he was afraid of losing, before even fully obtaining it.

"Doctor..." you whispered, slowly placing your hands on top of his, gently caressing them.

He couldn't even say anything, but his expression said, "Maybe now you'll understand why I'm doing all this."

But you didn't give up. You couldn't give up. Damn it, was it the love, or what was it then?

"And now take a look into my mind," you said a little louder, pressing his hands harder against your temples.

"Are you sure?" the Doctor asked in surprise.

"Yes. Please."

And then he saw it all. All the events that he had experienced himself, but through your eyes. What exactly was your life like before him. The way you met. That you felt right away that he was special and would always be so in your life. He saw his own features, his own soul through your eyes. He saw himself from a side he had never seen before. He liked to call himself smart and brilliant, but it was more always a self-persuasion, a moment of humor or cheekiness. But this time he felt it truly, the love for every trait of him without an admixture of irony or bragging.

He had been running from himself for most of his life, and now he realized, he really understood that he could be loved and accepted the way he was, the way he always wanted to be.

Tears began to form in the Doctor's eyes.

He realized that you weren't traveling with him because your life was boring before him. Not because it was difficult sometimes before that. And not just because it was all amazing and new, that he was a fantastic alien like you hadn't never seen before. But because it was him in the first place. Because of the Doctor himself. He felt that you had chosen him the same way if he was an ordinary inhabitant of Earth, and you would be happy to spend your earthly lives together with him. Just because of what he was like deep down inside, in his core.

It seemed like his two hearts were about to stop beating, overflowing with feelings. His legs could barely support him standing on the floor of the TARDIS. At that moment, the Doctor realized that he would be a complete fool, a complete coward, if he did not take his chance.

No one chooses to be born as a Time Lord, but everyone can choose trying to defy time personally and take a bold look into its infinite eyes.

And that was why he kissed you again.

He kissed you with all his might, with all the passion he could muster.

It was more than enough to almost sweep you off your feet and nearly break you into pieces, but you held on to that blow and when you got over the surprise of the moment, you responded with equal intensity of affection.

Finally, you fully and unhurriedly savoured what the Doctor tasted like. He felt like some kind of milk chocolate and spiced cinnamon with a hint of sweet and sour berries. This combination made your head spin even more, it was a taste that you were ready to feel for ages without getting tired.

It was a kiss set against the backdrop of super-hot stars and boundess planets, a kiss that was capable of transcending space and time.

Love, passion and emotions were ignited inside you, which were hardly less intense than the temperature of the said stars that shone on you with bright orange and yellow fire.

Pulling back slightly, the Doctor held you by the waist with one hand and with the other hand tenderly stroked your cheek, drawing round symbols on it. He couldn't take his eyes off you, admiring you from under half-closed, still tearful eyes of the color of a melted chocolate.

Feeling the familiar circular symbols on your skin again, you exhaled happily, still feeling the trails of hot tears on your cheeks, which were slowly drying off. Your lips stretched into a smile.

"I love you too, Doctor."

"Say it again," he asked in a whisper.

"I love you, Doctor."

"And again."

"I love..." and with those words, he kissed you one more time, wrapping you tightly in his arms and spinning you around against the background of magnificent bright stars.

He promised himself that he would no longer be afraid of Time, not with you. After all, he was its Lord. He would definitely come up with something and find a way to work it all out.

And not because he was a Time Lord, but because he was the Doctor, and you trusted him. Trusted him endlessly.

He wouldn’t let you down.

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This too shall pass.

It was a sentiment that you had to cling onto when he left, because fuck knows it was the most painful thing you’d ever felt. And you’d run away from actual explosions before. Big ones, in space! Supernovas which could eat entire planets while you hung onto the side of a little blue box. 

And yet none of it even begins to compare to when he fucking left you. 

He said it wouldn’t be forever. Well, he shouted it at you as you fell out of the TARDIS. There was a time explosion, and you got rocketed back to your little flat in the middle of Hackney, on Earth only a few days from when he’d picked you up — but in your reality months of adventure had passed. 

You’d not really settled back in, certain that he was going to come and rescue you. But then days turned into weeks into months and you finally accepted that the Doctor had abandoned you. 

So you went back to it all. Your mundane little existence before a mad, brilliant man had whisked you away. Your boss was a bit miffed that you’d gone AWOL but you were their best employee so they couldn’t afford to let you go, all you got was a slap on the wrist and a command not to let it happen again. The people you loved didn’t really seem to notice your absence that much, which stung; you couldn’t blame them though. You’d probably not miss you much either. 

The Doctor. He made you feel special in a way nobody had before. Like you were the centre of a whole, giant, fantastic universe, and he adored you for it. 

Still. 

No point mulling that over again, is there?

Fifteen years. Things did get better. You moved on eventually. But you still find your thoughts drifting back to him every once in a while, and that fragment of time you spent totally utterly in love with each other. When you think about the way he kissed you, without realising it you end up touching your lips.

No. No. Stop. 

The singing of the kettle snaps you back into reality, and you pour yourself a hot cuppa. Ah, tea. The antidote to everything. You go to turn the radio on for some company as you shift into your morning routine when you hear a knock at the door. 

Probably the postie. He’s a bit early today, you think, but make no more of it as you undo the latch and open the door. 

Your heart stops. 

Because there he is, of course. 

Older. Weathered. Not the young man you once knew but a grownup version of him, as exhausted by life as you are. 

You drop your mug. Quick as a flash the Doctor grabs it out of midair. The tea sloshes onto the floor but at least nothing gets shattered. 

He goes to look up at you, but his attention is drawn back to his hand. 

“I bought you this mug years ago,” he says, utterly amazed. 

You shut the door in his face. 

Well, you try to, anyway. But he sticks a foot in between the door and the frame, with one of those stupid Converse he always wears.

“I know you’re angry, I know. But please let me come in.”

It’s such an absurd statement you find yourself laughing, a high and desperate noise. 

“Absolutely not!” Actually, no. That’s not enough. “How dare you. Why are you even here?!”

“Because I wanted— I needed to see you.”

You still want to slam the door on him, but there’s a desperation to his voice that gives you pause. And when he looks at you with those sad, puppy-dog eyes? Those eyes as lined with age as you are?

Fuck. You’re so weak. 

So that’s how you find the Doctor sitting at your kitchen table with a cup of tea in front of him. You lean against the counter, defences still up, eyeing him from over the top of your mug. He drums his fingers against the tablecloth. 

“I like your house. Your calendar is nice, I enjoy the kitten motif.”

“Don’t,” you spit, slamming the mug down and sloshing tea onto the floor, “don’t you dare. You don’t get to waltz back here and start telling me ‘oh, I enjoy your furnishings, haven’t you made a nice little life for yourself since I abandoned you!’ I let you in to speak your piece, though god knows why. Say it and be done.”

The Doctor looks deflated. His shoulders sag, mouth falls. You take a moment to properly look at him. He seems… tired. Tired in a way you never knew him to be when you went on your adventures. Part of you wants to offer comfort, but the other part of you wants to withhold it maliciously. Anything to make him feel the way you felt. 

“I looked for you,” is what he settles on, heavily. You didn’t expect that, and it knocks you. 

“What?”

“I did. After the explosion, I tried searching all over the galaxy for you. I didn’t know where - when - you’d ended up. I scanned and scanned but something stopped you from appearing on the TARDIS’s sensors. I think… the amount of artron energy emitted during the blast somehow cloaked you.”

You say nothing, your silence an invitation for him to continue his explanation. 

“It took years. Literal years, for me. Every spare moment I had, I dedicated to looking for you. Head buried in the circuitry of the TARDIS, trying to fix whatever was hiding you, gave myself a couple of nasty shocks too. And, when I finally tracked you down, I’d regenerated.”

You blink. Right. Yes. He’d explained that, but you’d never seen it with your own eyes. The same person, a different face. 

“I didn’t know if you’d want to see me if I didn’t look like me. But I had to try anyway, didn’t I? So I came here. To your house. I got myself all ready for it, knocked on your door… and found that you were married.”

Your fingers grip the counter. 

“Oh.”

“He seemed nice. Loved you a lot, as you deserved. And I couldn’t tell you I was back, could I? I saw you pottering around in the kitchen, making the tea - you were always the best at making tea - and you were happy. How could I ask you to leave that all, uproot the life you’d made for yourself, just to jump back in the TARDIS with me? How could I be so cruel? I couldn’t, could I. So I left again. Tried to move on. Like you did.”

You’re crying now. You can feel hot tears slide down your face and soak into your jumper. 

“Oh, Doctor,” you manage. You want to tell him so much. It feels like it might burst out of you. But instead you settle on:

“Why now?”

He smiles thinly. 

“Because somehow I got this face back, and I wanted to see you. I wanted to be selfish for once.”

You find yourself at the table, on the wonky chair opposite him, sliding your hand over to cover his. It’s rough and warm. Just like you remember. He says your name with reverence, but like it pains him. 

“I never stopped loving you. Ever. Through it all, every adventure, I knew it wasn’t complete because you weren’t there. It just wasn’t the same without wonderful, brilliant you,” he admits. He sounds defeated. It breaks your heart — or, actually, it might just put it back together again. 

A beat passes. His confession lingers in the air, heavy, thick and choking like smoke from an untameable fire. 

“His name was Simon. He was a baker. He was lovely, actually… and we got divorced two years ago.”

The Doctor’s brow furrows. 

“You… what… why?”

“Because he knew there was someone else I never really let go of. Someone else who, despite everything, I still loved.”

He looks you in the eyes, and you see something glimmer there that you long since gave up on. 

Hope. 

And then, suddenly, you’re kissing. 

It’s like nothing has changed. His lips are still rough and searching on yours, a hint of tongue giving away into more the deeper you entangle. He sits you up on the table and steps into the space left by your spread legs, and between each kiss he says your name. It’s full of adoration but lined with desperation, too. 

Like the kisses he gave you the first night you laid together, on a bed in his spaceship floating across the galaxy. When he buried himself inside you and you felt his two hearts beat in rhythm with your own. 

“Doctor…” you manage. 

Fuck. You need him. You didn’t realise how badly you needed him. You didn’t realise a piece of your soul has been missing this whole time, fucking torn out of you and leaving a jagged hole in its wake. And him, back, telling you he loves you and always has? You’re patched together like kintsugi. 

Your Doctor is the molten gold you need. 

“Please. I need to…” he’s so desperate he can barely get the words out, but you nod; he’s undoing the belt buckle of your jeans and pulling them off like they’re silk. When his thin waist meets yours you cross your ankles behind him and lock him into place, and his hands - a little fumbling, a little nervous to be mapping out the plain of you again - begin to trace your chest. You lean into his touch to let him know yes. This is okay. I want this. Make me whole again. 

His warm, rough palms slide under the hem of your shirt and lift it easily over your head, the only break in a while you take from your kiss. You let yourself grab his tie to bring him closer. He’s fully dressed still and you’re almost naked; you remember how he used to like that, enjoy feeling a bit more put together than you. Cheeky blighter. Still though, as his suit scratches your skin, you can’t say you don’t agree. 

However. In this instance he has far too many clothes. 

You tug at his jacket and he knows what you need, letting it fall to the floor with his tie and waistcoat following it. He ruts against you as he unbuttons his shirt a bit, not the whole way, but just enough for you to feel the warmth of his chest. He’s so skinny. You’ve always been a bit worried that, on one of your rougher days, you might snap him in half. You still are now, actually. 

Cupping his face in your hands you let your thumbs caress his cheekbones. Your Doctor. Older but the same. Just like you. 

You can feel him more than half-hard against your leg. No more time wasting. You need him. You need him, you need him, you need him. 

It doesn’t take long to undo his fly and have him in your hand. You’ll always be glad he chose this human anatomy. Though you’d love him no matter how he looks, there’s something wonderful about his cock as it is here. He lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder with a moan if your name. 

“Oh… you’re…”

“Mmm hmm,” you agree, a genuine smile passing your face for the first time in god knows how long. He’s just the right length and on the thick side, and you know what a delicious stretch he is when he pushes inside of you. You can’t wait to feel it again. A couple of pumps and he’s ready, dripping precome and a ruddy red. Another time you’d bend down and taste him, remind yourself what a Time Lord’s cock is like. But now today. Well, not now. 

You lay back, readjusting yourself so he can push your underwear to the side and find your entrance. A couple of fingers - those long, delicate, clever and cunning fingers - press inside you and test you out. You’re ready for him. He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat as he realises and you laugh, properly, throwing your head back. 

“Come on, Doctor. Show me that you’ve missed me.”

He used to never shut up. And now he’s stunned into a desperate silence, lining up with you and pushing in as he does his best to make you feel what he’s been feeling too. 

A loneliness is fixed. He slides home inside you and your hips meet, the both of you letting out a long and ragged breath. You sit there for a moment, locked in the most intimate embrace, and just feel each other. You fist your hands in his shirt. He’s here. He’s real. You feel him trace his palm up your back as if you assure himself of the same thing. 

Slowly he begins to move. It is a long and lovely drag, his cock hitting all the points you missed being touched, and when he feels you gasp he goes harder. The Doctor nuzzles into the skin of your neck, nestling to the warmth of you there, and you hear him repeat a mantra both of your name and “I love you”.

Over and over. As if the two phrases are inextricably linked. 

You’re so full. You’re so light. Everything feels perfect in this moment. And when he reaches between your bodies to touch your sex, push you to the edge, you know you’ll climax for him embarrassingly fast. 

When you come you see stars light up behind your eyes. The sky, the unfiltered and untamed sky takes you over. The Doctor says your name one final fine and releases inside you, his hips riding it out as if to savour every second in the sweet grip of you. 

He can’t look at your face when he asks you. He says it from the safety of your shoulder where his face is buried, because if you say no you know his heart will shatter. 

“Come with me, in the TARDIS again. I know I shouldn’t ask you to leave your home but… you complete me, you know. Always have.”

“Leave my home?! Doctor, don’t be daft. This is just a house in bloody Hackney. You’re my home.”

You pull back to meet his gaze. He’s tired, but bright. His eyes twinkle. And there’s the Doctor you know. 

“And of course,” you continue. And, as the smile engulfs his face and he lights up, “it’s not like I’m doing anything else, am I?”

This time, when you go AWOL from your job, you never come back. 

[thatfanficstuff]

Baby I'll Wait - 10th Doctor

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: Inspired by the song Baby I'll Wait by Michael Buble

The Doctor frowned as he and Rose headed back to the TARDIS. When the morning started, he’d every intention of taking his companion to watch Nero fiddle while the city burned. Just an odd bit of history to watch. Okay, so it wasn’t really a fiddle, more of a harp really, but the emperor was surprisingly talented.

The TARDIS however decided they needed to see late 20th century London instead. It wasn’t the first time she’d taken him elsewhere and it wouldn’t be the last, but normally he’d step outside and find the trouble without much effort. He and Rose had been gone all day without one speck of chaos. Odd.

“Well, this was a monumentally disappointing trip,” Rose grumbled beside him.

At the reminder of her presence, the Doctor gave her a small smile. “Nonsense. You got your fish and chips, didn’t you? You’ve been wanting those for days.”

She scrunched her nose then grinned. “True. So where are we off to now?”

“Oh, I don’t…” He started as he opened the door, his voice trailing off as he took in the changes in the TARDIS. His mouth fell open as he stepped fully inside. Rose placed a hand on his back and he stepped to the side.

“Doctor?” she asked in confusion before she too gaped at the changes to her temporary home.

While still recognizably the TARDIS they both knew and loved, it was brighter and much more…steampunky? The Doctor’s thoughts immediately went to you as he took in the décor. It was very much your style. But he shook it away. That was impossible. You were safe and far away from here. Far away from him. Besides the TARDIS reflected him, not his companions, often changing when he regenerated, but it hadn’t this time. Not really. So why now?

“Does it seem happier to you?” Rose whispered.

And indeed, she did. The TARDIS was practically humming in contentment. He placed a hand on the console and felt her vibrate with excitement. And as he tilted his head to listen, he heard it. Deep in her core, the TARDIS was calling your name.

His eyes went wide as he looked around frantically. No, you can’t be here. You can’t. “What did you do?” he demanded.

“I didn’t do anything,” Rose responded, sounding a little insulted.

He didn’t even look at her as he shook his head. “Not you. Her,” he explained, gesturing toward the console.

“She came back for me,” you said as you emerged from the hallway. “She missed me.”

The Doctor closed his eyes as if in pain before swallowing and turning to look at you. Your name was little more than a whisper on his lips as he ran his gaze over you, taking in every detail. Still as beautiful as ever. You looked just the same. In fact, you looked exactly the same. He frowned as he glanced at the screen displaying the date. That wasn’t possible.

“I left you in—”

“1973. Yes, I recall. Vividly.”

“That was twenty-five years ago.”

You hummed in agreement before looking past him to his companion and introducing yourself.

“Rose Tyler,” she responded, her confused gaze darting between you and the Doctor. “What’s going on, Doctor?”

“Not now, Rose.” He didn’t want to be short with her, but you were more important just now. On so many levels. “How?” he asked you. How were you here? How do you look exactly the same? How could you forgive him? How could he possibly live without you again, now that you’re back?

You gestured to the console with some amusement. “She better explain it. I’ll make a mess of it.”

He studied you for a moment before sliding on his glasses as he looked over the information being flashed on screen. The more he read, the wider his eyes grew as his mouth dropped open once more. “What!?”

He glanced between you and the screen and back again. “What?”  He dropped into a seat and put his head in his hands.

You continued to watch him in silence giving him the time to process what he’d just discovered. When Rose started to speak up again, you held up a hand to stop her. She sat in another chair with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

Finally, your Doctor looked at you with pure sorrow in his eyes. “This shouldn’t be possible. I am so sorry.”

You tilted your head. “Why?”

He raked a hand through his hair. “You had no choice. She should have given you a choice.”

“Who says she didn’t?”

His sorrow shifted to surprise in a beat.

You smiled and leaned against the railing behind you. “If you’re going to apologize, try apologizing for dumping me off on Earth and never coming back. I thought you were dead, Doctor. You promised you’d never leave me, you know.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“Wait,” Rose spoke up as she stood. “You travelled with him and he left you?”

He groaned. “It’s not what it sounds like, alright?”

“Well, what’s it like then?” the blonde demanded. When he didn’t answer she stomped a foot. “Are you just going to abandon me when you’ve had enough of me too? Answer me.”

“She almost died, Rose,” he finally yelled. “She did. She died and the TARDIS brought her back. Healed her. I should have looked into it more closely, but I was just so relieved she was there. That I didn’t have to live in a universe without her in it. I left her because I thought it better she live a long life without me than a short one with me. I couldn’t face losing her again.” His voice broke at the end but he didn’t look at you, keeping his attention on his current companion instead.

“Oh.” The word was quiet and all the fight left Rose with it. She slumped back in her seat looking rather deflated as she looked between the two of you.

You stepped forward and ran your fingers through his hair. His eyes closed at the feel of your touch. Gods, he’d missed you. “She spoke to me when she fixed me. Told me she could give me long enough to say goodbye or she could give me forever. It was an easy choice. How could I pass up an eternity with you?”

He grabbed your hand in his and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “I’m so sorry I left you. I shouldn’t have left you.”

You continued to play with his hair with your other hand. “No, you shouldn’t have. But I knew you were going to.”

He glanced up in surprise.

“She told me. She also told me she’d come back for me when you were ready.” You cupped a hand along the side of his face and held his gaze. “She told me what you had to do. That you left me because you thought you’d die, too. I’m glad you haven’t been alone.” With that you glanced at Rose and gestured at her to give a moment. She looked uncertain but left quietly to stand outside the TARDIS.

A broken sound left his lips as soon as the door shut and he pulled you to sit on his lap. He buried his head in your neck as he sobbed. You wrapped your arms around him and held him, letting him grieve. You knew it was unlikely he had allowed himself to do so before now. He probably thought he didn’t deserve to. No one was harder on the Doctor than the Doctor himself.

You weren’t certain how much time had passed before he pulled back to look at you with wonder in his eyes. You slid off his tear-stained glasses and tossed them on the console before wiping the moisture from his cheeks. “I’m sorry you were alone.”

“I’m sorry you were,” you said back to him. “I would have held your hand while your world ended.”

He nodded and cleared his throat. “I know you would have, but I would have hesitated. I had one chance. I had to take it.”

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “That’s why I love you, Theta. You’re a good man. You destroyed your whole life to save the universe.”

“And I was afraid I would destroy the universe to save yours. We could have just kept running through time. I considered it. That’s why I left. I’m sorry you had to wait so long for me to come back to you.”

“Baby, I’d wait for you forever and day.” And then you kissed him again.

[dandelionpixels]

the doctor (9/10/11) + reader

(platonic/familial)

ask: Doctor x daughter reader? Where reader already knows most of what's going to happen because she's from 11 and Rivers time but through timey wimey stuff ends up traveling with 9 and rose and eventually 10? This might be too specific but the way I have it in my head is she ended up being a partner in crime with Jack and so the first time they meet she's with him and the doctor is like “Who are you?!” and she's all “Spoilers!........ I've always wanted to say that!”

You’ve been running since you were born. A breathing enigma, that’s what they called you. There’s no point in explaining how, or even why. It’s really no fun to have an answer anyway.

Honestly the only thing that’s important is that, much like River, you’re living your life in the wrong order, jumping around without rhyme or reason. You don’t mind, it keeps things exciting. It’d been a while of traveling with Eleven and the Ponds, so you figured you were due for another temporal displacement. But you just didn’t think it’d be so far back.

You’d always found Jack interesting, no matter how much each Doctor warned you to be careful. And he’s always out there, no matter the time period, which works perfectly for you. So you track him down again, preparing an introduction, knowing he certainly hasn’t met you yet.

It ends up being unnecessary, since when you find him, he’s too busy dodging laser-fire to listen to your story. In fact, he immediately promises to pay you handsomely if you pretend to be a hostage. And he seems pleasantly surprised when you take little-to-no convincing, ruffling your hair and dashing across the bridge with you, gun to your back. By the time you guys make it across the border safely, he’s offering a partnership, grin plastered on his face. With a matching smile, you agree, excited to continue your streak of befriending Jack in any time.

This arrangement leads you to run into the Doctor, as traveling with Jack always seems to do.

Meeting Nine

The first time you properly see Nine, your mouth fully drops open.

You’d known him through pictures, shared memories, stories, but never in person. He’s real, and new, and standing right in front of you. Jack offers him a mock salute, glancing back to see you still standing in silence. Before you can stop yourself, your mouth starts to form a sentence, the first thing you could think of to say.

“Your ears are proper huge!”

Rose has to grab his arm to keep him from lunging towards you, planting her feet to yank him back. He stumbles slightly but lets her keep him in place, angrily fixing his coat collar, “And who would you be then?”

Jack chuckles, arms crossed while he lets you talk. A giddy grin spreads across your face, eyes lighting up with genuine excitement as you shoot him a playful wink, “Can’t say! Spoilers!”

You try and fail to stifle your smile, looking between the others, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

Nine just throws his arms up in the air, “Great, wonderful, fantastic. Spoilers, what is that supposed to mean?”

After thinking about it more, he pivots his body to direct the question towards Jack. Resting his hands on his hips, he taps his foot impatiently, and you can’t help but think he looks like a disgruntled mother.

Jack shrugs, “She’s my partner.”

Over Nine’s shoulder, you see Rose make a gagging expression. You shake your head frantically, “Not- no- just partners! No- erm- skadoodling.”

This time it’s Jack turn to gag, as he mouths ‘skadoodle?’ to you. You shrug, and Jack rolls his eyes, “It’s true. Just partners, none of- what she said.” He pauses before continuing, “Despite my best efforts.”

Shoving him him pointedly, you look back towards Nine’s irritated expression, “I’m a friend of the Doctors, and that’s all I can say. Jack can swear that I’m not a spy, or whatever.”

You shoot a sharp look in Jack’s direction and he makes a cross over his heart, “Hope to die.”

Nine groans, “Can nothing ever be easy with me? Does everything have to be so convoluted.”

Rose rolls her eyes, “Tell me about it.”

She looks towards you, recognizing something in your eyes. The same thing she sees in the Doctor’s. Shake shakes it off, just excited about the prospect of having another girl in the Tardis to talk too. Before Nine can cut in, she steps forward, “Jack’s word is good enough for me! We’re about to see the emerald fields, do you wanna come?”

Your face splits into a bright smile, “Do I? I have like three hats from the gift shop!”

Before Nine’s dumbfounded face can come up with more questions, you grab Jack’s hand and pull him inside the Tardis. Looking back as he runs inside, Jack grins towards Nine, “Sorry Doc, looks like the ladies are making the calls!”

Nine follows the both of you inside, dragging Rose behind him and pointing accusatory at you, “Now I’m not sure what kind of small-ear agenda you’re spouting, but I won’t have it in my Tardis. And keep your odd amount of space-time trivia to yourself!”

You nod, giving him a mock salute and giggling as he pinches the bridge of his nose with a soft groan.

Misc. Traveling With Nine

- It’s a lot of him insisting you don’t know something, and you insisting that you do. It typically ends up with Rose and Jack placing money on it. Which Nine shortly banned because they kept only betting on you.

- You keep intentionally hitting buttons on the console and then pretending to be surprised when they work. It cracks Rose up and makes Nine crazy when you ‘bump into’ the landing stabilizers every time they touch down somewhere.

- Rose almost falls to the floor laughing when Jack makes a joke about you and Nine kissing and you make such a disgusted face that Nine almost looks like his feelings were hurt.

- Sometimes you and Jack disappear for a couple days to do something on your own, and every time you come back, Nine pretends like he wasn’t worried. Rose always rolls her eyes behind him, letting you know he’s bluffing. He spends most of the time you’re gone pacing around and complaining about you not calling to let him know you’d be gone.

- Whenever you get a chance to say spoilers, you take it. Nine always find it unreliably infuriating but he eventually stops pressing you for more information.

- He leaves the Tardis one day in ’normal clothes’ to try and go undercover somewhere. When he comes back, you and Rose are taking turns wearing his coat and doing arguably awful impressions of him. Jack is sitting in the chair, grabbing his stomach as he guffaws loudly.

It feels like you’re just getting comfortable when Nine’s time comes to an end, and the regeneration process begins.

You and Rose huddle together, covering each other’s eyes while the glowing light fills the Tardis. You can’t help the tears running down your cheek, even though you already knew this would happen. It doesn’t stop the feelings.

Both of you wait in Jackie’s room as he sleeps, and you can’t properly explain to them why you’re not as worried as everyone else.

When he slowly but surely gets back into the swing of things, you can feel yourself filling with new excitement. It’s another Doctor, whom you’ve never met. Like an second family reunion where only ones of you knows that you’re family.

Misc. Traveling With Ten

- There’s more emotional moments with him, where you almost get hurt and he goes a little crazy trying to make sure you’re safe. It gets to the point where you have to pull him aside, promising that you can handle yourself. He insists he knows that, but it doesn’t stop him from putting himself between you and danger at every opportunity.

- On the rooftop of some scummy restaurant in future Montana, he admits that he trusts you implicitly. He says he can’t understand why, but you feel close to his soul in a way he doesn’t understand. It makes your heart pang to not be able to tell him that you feel the same way.

- You’re there for him when Rose leaves, to sit with him in the silence, and to scream into the canyons on deserted planets. You’re there for Donna, then Martha, then Donna again. You get along with all of them and it always makes you sad to know how things pan out, but you try to just enjoy your time with them.

- There’s somehow even more running than before, and it feels like he’s always grabbing your hand to pull you towards various adventures.

- The both of you get really competitive, always racing to outdo each other’s dramatic conclusion, and forgetting there’s other people around.

- He makes a huge deal out of your birthday, despite them being more a suggestion for Timelords. He takes you to Paris (367 years in the future) for breakfast, back in time for a front-row concert from your favorite musician, and then to 8 different planets for a multiple course dinner and desert.

When you both run into River in the library, you can’t help but let out a soft gasp. River locks eyes with you and in an instant, you know she knows you. Running into her arms, she just laughs and spins you slightly, thanking the universe for aligning you guys so perfectly.

Ten almost genuinely stomps his feet, infuriated, “You have got to be kidding me! How do you two know each other?”

You shoot a playful smile to River, and the both of you turn to face him at the same time, exclaiming a chastising, “Spoilers!”

[magiccath]

Psychic paper

tenth doctor x GN!reader

Summary: In which the psychic paper betrays the Doctor

A/N: The Doctor is fruity, deal with it xx

You’d been traveling with the Doctor for a while now and you loved every minute of it. In that time he had shown you all kinds of things you had priorly deemed impossible; aliens with wiggly tentacles, a spaceship that defies the laws of 3 dimensional space, a buzzing device he calls the Sonic Screwdriver, and homicidal salt shakers with toilet plungers for arms to name just a few. 

It seemed that with every adventure he showed you something new and fascinating, constantly topping himself without even trying. There was so much in all of time and space it wasn’t that hard. Anything outside of the 21st century was new to you. 

This time, the Doctor had taken you to see a mechanics factory in the 35th century, but as always the adventure didn’t end there. Aside from new experiences, the Doctor could almost always promise some kind of trouble. He claimed he didn’t go searching for it but rather that it tended to follow him. Either way, most adventures with the Doctor involved some kind of mischief and usually a lot of running.

“It’s no good, you can only get in with an ID,” you groaned, popping your head back around the corner. “There’s a security guard checking everyone going in and out is an employee.” 

You were hiding in a hallway, hoping to get inside the establishment's headquarters. The Doctor had a hunch that malicious alien forces were behind the operation, but he couldn’t be sure without poking around further. Typical Doctor, he just couldn’t leave well enough alone.

“I can’t think of any legal ways to get in there,” you shrugged, turning to the Doctor for ideas. 

“I have identification,” the Doctor smirked, rummaging around in the seemingly endless pockets of his coat. 

“You’re not an employee,” you pointed out. 

The Doctor made a triumphant sound as he pulled what appeared to be a small black notebook out of the depths of his pocket. He flipped it open and you realized it wasn’t a notepad. The item was more like a police badge, minus the actual badge part.

He turned the paper towards you with a smile, clearly expecting you to be impressed 

“Aren’t I?” He grinned brightly, looking at you eagerly. “Psychic paper,” he explained, tapping the stark white paper with his finger.

You grabbed the item from him, squinting at it. You wanted to make sure you were reading it right, maybe your eyes were acting up. 

“This just says ‘I love you’?” You asked, handing the Doctor his weird paper back with a frown. 

“I think that flirting with the security guard is more of a Jack move,” you winced, not wanting to hurt his feelings. The Doctor was quite the charmer, but strategic flirting wasn’t his strong suit.

The Doctor grabbed his psychic paper from you, frowning at it aggressively. It wasn’t supposed to say that. 

“What-?” he asked, glaring at it the same way you did. Once the words registered with him he turned a dark shade of red. He should have been more careful when he handed it over to you.

“It’s not supposed to say that,” he mumbled his thoughts, trying to hide his fluster. 

“How does it work? Is it like a reusable notepad?” You asked, genuinely interested. Even if the Doctor’s tools could be finicky, they were interesting. Maybe he had just forgotten to erase the message from the last time he used it. 

“No, it’s supposed to show the reader what I want them to see,” he blushed, shaking the paper out like a Polaroid. Usually shaking the item would clear it, but those three words refused to fade from the paper. 

“Sometimes it’s a bit slow…” he said, really more to himself than to you. He was still shaking the paper, desperately trying to get the words to disappear. 

“So you were going to try and flirt with the security guard?” You frowned, now you were even more confused. The Doctor would much rather blow the whole place up than try and flirt his way through security. 

“No!” He said, almost a bit too quickly. He blushed again and averted his gaze, an anxious hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. He hadn’t planned on telling you like this. He hadn’t planned on telling you at all.

“When I handed it over it was supposed to show you an employee ID,” he winced. You nodded, this much you knew. What you didn’t understand was the confession of love. 

“But I think the psychic paper picked up on my feelings instead,” he whispered. If you hadn’t been listening intently you might have missed the last few words. 

“Are you saying that you love me?” You frowned, looking at the floor with concentration, “or the security guard?” The second option seemed more viable at the moment.

For the first time in a century, the Doctor was speechless. He stared at you, wide-eyed and unblinking as you waited for his answer. If it was possible, his jaw might have fallen to the floor.

“He’s pretty handsome, I can’t blame you,” you added, peeking over the wall to look at the security guard again.

The Doctor shook himself out of it, rambling a string of incoherent words. “I- uh, wha-?” He stumbled, trying to form a sentence.

“I handed the paper to you.” He said definitively.

“It’s a really dramatic way to come out, Doctor.” You continued on, ignoring him. It’s not like you didn’t know already, he wasn’t exactly subtle about it.

“It didn’t say ‘I love men’!” He threw his hands up in distress. “It said ‘I love you’!”

You finally stopped rambling on about the security guard and turned your attention to the Doctor. His words caught up to you and tentatively you pointed at yourself as if there was any other you. The Doctor nodded exasperatedly as if to say “Yes, you!”

“You love me?” you asked, still pointing at yourself. 

“I think I’ve said it about four times now.” 

“You?” You pointed at the Doctor, “Love me?” 

“Blimey! Yes!” He shouted, frustrated now. You widened your eyes and anxiously checked around you, scared he might have given away your location. Thankfully, everyone appeared to be out of earshot. 

“Yes, I love you,” he whispered this time, his eyes boring into yours. You blinked slowly, your brain still refusing to process his confession. 

You smiled brightly, your grin taking over your entire face. The Doctor loved it when you lit up like this, your happiness radiating off of you. He felt a small smile of his own tugging at his lips just looking at you. 

“I hope that’s alright,” he whispered quietly. He would never forgive himself if he lost you over a psychic paper mishap. The embarrassment would be too much - he’d have to run away. Maybe to that planet inhabited by only rubber ducks? 

“That’s more than alright,” you grinned, a hand instinctively reaching up to his arm to comfort him. The fabric of his coat was cold against your palm, but you didn’t pull away.

The Doctor really smiled back at you now, the wild lopsided grin that was reserved just for you. The kind of smile that always made you laugh with joy. 

He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting your body off the ground in excitement. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent. You laughed happily, waving your feet about slightly. 

The Doctor pulled back just enough to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. Neither of you could stop smiling, even as your lips met. You laughed against him, planting kisses across his face sloppily. Your lips brushed the tip of his nose, the arch of his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, and his jawline.

“The security guard is pretty cute though,” the Doctor teased with a sly smile. 

“I knew it!” You burst out laughing, throwing your head back as you did.

[abbygracerecs]

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Storm Clouds - @newbie-whovian

Waiting - @a-dorin

Child of the angels - @dragon430 very excited for this to get updated

The words I don't mean - @arting-block

Deep - @marauder-exe

Little Family - @specialagentlokitty

You make me want things I can't have - @iwritefandomimagines

Touchy - @onceuponachole

Starry nights are for coffee and contemplation - @cloginthedrain

12th Doctor

Heartbeat - @morganas-pendragons I cry everytime I read this

Tender - morganas-pendragons

Decidedly not a design flaw - raz-writes-the-thing smut

Something About These Hands - @not-to-me smut

Inch by inch - @run-clever-boy smut

Light in the Dark - @i-imagine-my-doctor

A Perfect Day - quietkatie1864

In Another's Eyes - @cas-kingdom

13th Doctor

Come on in - @fabulouspotatosister

Autistic!reader - @x-neurodivergent-reader

Hidden Colors - @timelord-winchester-22b

15th Doctor

Sweetest Taste - @allophonicmess smut